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Dead female. Knife wound to the chest.

Sexual assault gone wrong we think.

Is she dead?

It looks like I killed her.

That's how it looks.

Maybe you didn't mean to. Sometimes stuff just happens.

You plead guilty to manslaughter,

and there will be no murder trial.

What would you do?

If I were you, I'd ask myself one question...

"Did I kill her?"

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

Ben, I should be working this case.

Some cases need dogs with low bellies and good noses.

- That's me. - All right.

The whole wing knows about Ben Coulter.

Rapist, murderer.

I didn't do this. Do you believe me?

No one on the wing believes you.

- Is there anything else? - Yeah.

Milroy. He won't go away.

Grass!

Do you want Freddie Graham to help you?

Or do you prefer dead in the shower with your guts cut out

and your smart brains all over the floor?

Just play the game, Ben. Just play the game.

He said five deliveries.

That's the last one.

Well, Mr. Graham's very grateful for all the hard work

you've been putting in over the last few weeks.

Your work's done, featherweight.

Out of all the barristers they could have given me.

The clerks know you don't like Alison Slaughter.

You'd never have said yes if they'd put her up for this.

So they tell you you can have the head of chambers,

knowing full well that you can't do it.

Then the day before the trial...

"I'm gutted, Mr. Stone. He's gutted, Mr. Stone.

Last minute Court of Appeal thing.

We're all gutted."

"But Alison Slaughter's free."

Yeah, and what choice do I have so late in the day?

Okay, manslaughter's gone. We're in the house.

Don't have much option about that.

- But we didn't murder her. - No.

So, she attacked us, we defended ourselves, she died.

Simple.

We haven't discussed self-defense.

First thing I look for when I get a brief secondhand...

Is there a bullshit defense I'm stuck with?

It's to your credit that our instructions from Mr. Coulter

are so completely useless.

- Forensics? - Damning.

Ours?

I've had preliminary off-the-record chats.

Basically, our man put the knife in her.

Self-defense, only option. Tell me about Melanie.

Bit wild, I think.

- In a normal way. - Good.

Troubled possibly. I don't know.

I want "a bit wild" and "troubled possibly"

turned into "off her trolley" and "dangerous."

I'm done here.

Mr. Stone's been very helpful. I'm out to lunch.

Um, I'm a solicitor. I'm not the police force.

How am I supposed to find all this?

I've given you the picture I want.

Go and do the coloring in. Bring me Melanie the nutter.

I'm not very good with funerals. I'm just gonna...

I'm just gonna stay outside, if that's all right.

Thank you very much, Vicar.

I don't know what you think you're doing here,

but if you go anywhere near that family,

I will finish your career.

I've got a job to do, Box, just like you.

- What did you say? - We're both working, aren't we?

I'm looking after the family of a murder victim.

Making sure that they know that they have my support.

Like I said... working.

"Better by far you should forget and smile,

than that you should remember and be sad."

It's beautiful, isn't it?

I do love Rossetti.

I'm Lizzie.

Hello.

- We haven't met before. - No.

Were you a close friend of Melanie?

Here's my card.

Who are you?

Melanie's death, it's not straightforward as people think.

Call me.

Wakey, wakey, boys and girls.

Lovely day.

Rise and shine.

Today's the day, sunbeam.

It's a long time you're in the dock.

The jury will try and avoid looking at you most of the time.

They'll... They'll sneak little looks,

of course, 'cause you're a murderer.

And how you're looking, what you're doing,

it really, really matters.

Don't for a second lose concentration.

And don't get caught looking wrong.

Thanks, Hooch.

Shopping.

From Mr. Graham.

There's one thing Freddie Graham's terrified of.

Boredom.

You're that rare thing.

A lad in prison with half a brain.

He can't resist you.

My mum already sent in a shirt.

I know your mum.

Mary.

She's a decent woman.

Oh, yes.

She'll do her best for her son.

But she doesn't know juries.

She'll put you in something nice.

Something wedding nice.

It won't be a jury shirt.

I already have a shirt.

Thank you.

That's not a jury shirt.

Here. Take it off and put this one on.

- Where's the barrister? - Take your shirt off.

Is she good?

Put it this way... If I'd known she was available,

I would have asked for Alison Slaughter from the off.

- Ben Coulter? - Hello.

You're a vacuum. I love a vacuum.

What?

You have been no help whatsoever to anyone

on the question of how Melanie Lloyd

got a fatal knife wound to the heart.

Well...

Which is splendid because I get to fill the vacuum,

and you will tell me that I'm right.

We're running self-defense.

She's a highly-sexed, predatory, and disturbed woman.

By the time I've finished with Melanie Lloyd,

the jury will have her down as borderline satanic.

- Agreed, Mr. Stone? - Yeah.

We have an advantage here on account of her being dead.

She can't contradict anything we say about her.

Can I have some time?

We're in court in three minutes. I need focus and clarity.

She liked knives.

She lured you into her nutty world,

she messed around with your head,

she tried to kill you, you defended yourself, she died.

- That's what we're running. - But that's not...

No buts. It's the only defense available to us.

And it just happens to be the defense

which will win us the trial and give you your life back.

So, unless you're very stupid,

I'm pretty sure you're going to remember things

the way I'm telling it.

I'll see you upstairs.

Okay, we're running self-defense

on the back of she was out to lunch.

- Has he agreed to that? - Not yet.

We have to have instructions, don't we?

We can't just make it up.

He likes you, doesn't he?

So squeeze his little pips.

Help him to remember what we want him to remember.

- Is that ethical? - I beg your pardon?

Sorry.

She's saying self-defense.

It could be true.

Could be how it happened and you've blanked it.

It's not uncommon.

I'd be saying that I killed her.

You'd be saying you caused her death.

That you were in fear for your own life and had no choice.

What you did would be...

Was reasonable in the circumstances.

My mum and dad will be in court.

"Mum, Dad.

I put a knife in somebody."

You do need to tell us, Ben.

You need to say yes to self-defense.

You told me I shouldn't admit to anything

I couldn't remember doing.

All we have to do is raise the possibility

of self-defense in court.

Then it's for the other side to prove that it wasn't.

One nod from you

and the prosecution has to work very hard

to disprove you weren't defending yourself.

Self-defense is your only way out.

- He's nearly there. - Nearly's no good.

He needs a bit longer.

All parties in Coulter to Court One.

Let's buy some time.

How?

My lady, now that the jury are in,

could they be sent out again, please?

"Is she dead?"

The question my client is alleged to have asked

in the back of the police car

as it approached the murder scene is very damaging.

I agree.

If it was said, it shouldn't have been.

You could do without it, Ms. Slaughter.

And the jury should not be permitted to hear something

so prejudicial in evidence.

'Cause you don't like it?

Is there a new category of inadmissible evidence

which is called "the defense don't like it

because it makes the defendant look guilty"?

PACE says that all interviews should be conducted

at the police station so that they can be tape-recorded,

a solicitor can be present,

and the police are protected from their own tendency

to make things up.

Mr. Painter.

He just said it. It wasn't prompted by anything.

If it had been said as the result

of a question asked in the police car by a police officer,

then it would be quite wrong and wholly inadmissible

because questions must be put in recorded interview

at the police station with a solicitor present,

so the police can be protected from the tendency

of criminals to make things up.

I said it.

The jury will hate it.

We don't want them to hear it.

- But I said it. It's the truth. - It's irrelevant.

Would my lady give me one moment with the defendant?

No. You've had all the time you need.

My ruling is that this evidence is admissible.

The jury will hear it.

This is a vicious, cold-blooded murder.

A young girl knifed to death by a callous killer

who made every attempt to hide the evidence

of the brutal crime that he'd committed.

Some of what you're going to hear and see

is very upsetting.

Murder is murder,

and, invariably, it's ugly.

He paid for petrol, he got back into the black cab,

and they drove away.

Time's up. This is it.

I can't cross-examine anyone without your instructions.

So I need you to look me in the eye right now

and tell me that I'm right.

She attacked you. You defended yourself. She died.

Yes?

Am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong.

That's good enough. Let's go.

In your witness statement,

you say that Melanie threw a cigarette butt

out of the cab window at the petrol station.

- Is that correct? - Yes.

Reckless and dangerous, don't you think?

Where's this going, Ms. Slaughter?

It's a pretty crazy thing to do.

I'm going to warn you now.

We have joined-up cross-examination in my court.

No lobbing hand grenades and ducking, Ms. Slaughter.

I then arrested Ben Coulter

for the murder of Melanie Lloyd and cautioned him.

How did his demeanor strike you?

Jumpy. Uh, nervous.

Is this your first murder trial?

Yes, my lady.

Is this your first time in the witness box?

Yes, my lady.

Are you going to address all your answers to the judge?

Yes.

My lady.

And are you going to read all your evidence

from your notebook?

The answer to my question about your notebook

is unlikely to be in your notebook.

It's supposed to be a way of refreshing your memory,

not a replacement for it.

Unless of course you've completely forgotten

all about your first-ever murder.

No, my lady.

Who told you to address all your answers to the judge?

Uh...

My boss.

Detective Superintendent Box.

In what other ways did Detective Superintendent Box

coach you on witness-box performance?

I don't want to say.

Oh, come on, Officer.

The jury is dying to hear

what supposedly independent police witnesses

are told to say by their superiors.

I made a note.

Well, you may refer to your notebook.

He said,

"Watch out for their QC making unsubstantiated

and generalized slurs on your character

borne out of the desperation which comes when a brief knows

the defense is completely hopeless."

You asked the question, Ms. Slaughter.

Carefully prepared as you are, Officer,

you'll be expecting me to cross-examine you

on the verbal in the police car.

"Is she dead?"

It would be surprising if you didn't.

Why does what the defendant said in the car

make him more likely to be guilty of murder?

Because he couldn't have known there was a body

unless he was in the house.

Doesn't make him a murderer, though, does it?

Just puts him at the scene.

Were you in the house when Melanie Lloyd died?

No.

So you can't help us with what went on inside the house

in the time leading up to her death.

No.

You're in no position to contradict me

when I tell you that Melanie Lloyd died

as a result of Ben Coulter defending himself from her.

Melanie Lloyd is dead.

We all feel deeply sorry about that fact.

But during this trial, we're going to hear about

some very different aspects of her character.

She was wild and she was dangerous

and she went for him.

Questions, not speeches, Ms. Slaughter.

"Is she dead?"

Does that sound to you

like the utterance of a cold-blooded killer?

Where's the sangfroid in a remark like that?

English only, thank you.

C'est un crime passionnel. Sang chaud, je pense.

"How long was it from the 999 call made by the neighbor

as he watched the defendant drive away from the murder scene

to our arrival at the scene of the crashed taxi?"

I'm sure you're going to tell us, Officer.

Three minutes and 26 seconds.

To get from the murder scene

to where he crashed the taxi in such a short time,

he must have been driving at 60 miles an hour,

in a black cab.

Only, what, four minutes or so after leaving the dead body?

What were you doing four minutes after

your first sight of Melanie's body?

You were throwing up in the boot of a police car.

Why?

It was just how I reacted.

Is it how you hoped you'd react

when put in a situation like this?

No.

Is it what your training told you to do?

Was it the action of a clear-thinking man?

Or was it just the response of a normal human being

to a horrible scene?

None of us know how we'll react in extremis, do we, Officer?

Very few of us have grace under pressure.

That's right.

Close proximity to violent death

makes people behave deeply unpredictably.

It would be foolish of us to conclude from your being sick

that you are an unprofessional police officer,

just as it would be foolish of us to conclude

from the fact that because you're a junior police officer,

you don't speak French.

And it would be incredibly foolish of us

to think that the behavior of Ben Coulter

immediately after the death of this poor young girl

makes him a murderer.

Some people panic, lose their heads, and run away.

Other people throw up in the boots of police cars.

Ben Coulter was there

when Melanie Lloyd received her fatal knife wound.

He was responsible for the knife wound which caused her death.

But he acted in self-defense, and I defy you,

your notebook, or your superior officer to prove otherwise.

Lizzie! Lizzie!

Wait, wait!

Mel was some kind of maniac?

Is that what you're saying, that she went for him with a knife?

It's a witness giving the evidence, not the barrister.

- Do you think I'm stupid? - No.

She can't answer for herself, but I can.

I'll say it.

You're a liar, and you make me sick.

Why am I even talking to you?

You don't care what she was really like.

No. I do.

Really.

You have no talent for it, Ralph.

Helen!

You touched your ear, looked at the ground,

licked your lips... Three clear signs of lying.

I thought you analyzed dead people for a living.

How are the feet?

Got a new beige-colored carpet put in.

So the skin flakes don't show up so much.

When I...

At the end of the day when I...

You know...

Hi.

I got to go.

Bye.

Under no circumstances

must a witness who has given evidence

talk to a witness who is yet to give evidence.

And of course, in the police force,

that absolutely never, ever happens.

Self-defense.

Well, then, it's all about interpretation.

It will all get subtle, Constable.

In fact, it will all come down to nerve

and performance in the witness box.

You like this, don't you, sir?

Like it? It's my raison d'être.

Which is French for "why I exist," young man.

Thank you, sir.

You get more good-looking every time I prosecute you.

Be quiet, there's a police officer coming.

Alison Slaughter. You and me.

How often have we done this?

Nervous, Detective Superintendent?

Oh, on the contrary. Looking forward to it.

Outside just now,

you said you were looking forward to this.

What do you mean by that?

The way it goes in the witness box.

You try and trip me up,

I duck and dive and counterpunch.

It's a kind of game.

Is it?

What are we doing here?

An appalling murder,

a devastated parent,

and a young boy facing life imprisonment

and years of vicious abuse in prison

if he's convicted.

What kind of a game are we playing, Officer?

I was talking about how cross-examination goes at court.

Don't pretend that I meant something else.

And what about

in the smoking area at your police station?

Is what goes on there a game too?

I don't know what you mean.

You intimidated the hell out of this defendant

in an attempt to get him to confess

to the murder of Melanie Lloyd.

No. Didn't happen.

What do you call your patch of Essex?

The canteen terminology?

In the map of England, where it's positioned,

it looks like an ass.

And your patch?

It's an inlet on the map. The estuary.

We call it the asshole.

My lady.

Would I be right in thinking that the asshole of England

is a difficult place to police?

I've known worse, but yeah, it's a hard job.

People don't talk easily to the police, but this...

This just landed in your lap.

We were able to make a quick arrest.

You could see the guilty verdict right from the off.

The evidence is compelling.

And everything you've done, every thought you've had

since that first moment

when Ben Coulter walked into the role of prime suspect

has been shaped to fit your opinion of him

as the guilty man.

Self-defense never entered your head, did it?

The accused was interviewed in a police station.

He had every opportunity to tell us his side of the story.

He was too frightened to tell you anything.

He was represented by a very experienced solicitor,

and we treated him properly and with respect throughout.

Oh, is that how it is in your police station

in the asshole of England?

Do you expect this jury to believe that?

It's the truth.

What do you call the CPS in the canteen?

The "Can't Prosecute Service."

Oh, why do you call them that?

Because any police officer in the country worth his salt

will tell you they're rubbish.

You despise them because they're in your way.

Am I in your way too?

PACE? In your way?

The murder inquiry handbook

telling you how you're supposed to conduct a murder inquiry?

In your way?

In your dreams, you are the Sheriff of Asshole,

and you are in sole and exclusive charge

of the whole criminal justice system,

and when you can, that's exactly how you behave.

Why would I want to do anything like that?

This case is as watertight as it ever gets.

Why would I want to behave badly?

Because you needed to hear it from the horse's mouth.

Because you had a little rumble going on deep inside your guts.

You'd stopped thinking,

but your gut,

the place where your old-school copper instinct lives,

was gnawing away at you...

"Maybe he didn't murder her."

It's a hideous image, Officer,

but your gut was at war with your brain.

No.

You wanted him to confess

so that your gut ache might go away.

Is this a question or a personal attack on my character?

It's a personal attack on your character.

Ms. Slaughter!

I've never asked this question before.

It breaks every rule in the cross-examination rule book.

But I'm gonna do it anyway.

I'm going to ask a very senior police officer

why he's so sure about the guilt of an accused.

And I'm going to ask him to address his answer

not to the judge, but to the jury.

The evidence.

But what about your gut?

The jury will arrive at their verdict

on the basis of the evidence they hear and nothing else.

Court is adjourned for the day. 10:00 tomorrow morning.

We could win this. But we need some instruction.

Now, you've signed up to self-defense.

Let's have some detail.

Did she come at you?

She must have.

Ben?

My mum's not in court.

Your dad's here.

Look at me.

Did she come at you with the knife?

Ben.

We could win this.

If you give us something, we could win.

It doesn't have to be much.

She came at you.

What else could you do?

You had to do it.

Or die.

It's over here.

Zebra Room at the Lenox Lounge,

one of Billie Holiday's favorite venues.

How did you get on?

Did you do what your lawyers told you?

Growing up fast.

What we had with the Harlem Renaissance,

we really had a conduction of culture...

Tell her she can have the next VO, innit?

Yeah, all right. Relax, man.

Yeah, bye.

Bedtime. Come on. Chop-chop.

Come on, Johnson.

- Dad! - Hey, Ben.

Dad, it's me. Listen, I need to speak to Mum.

Can you get her, please, quickly?

I really don't have much time. Please hurry up.

- Off! - Thanks, Dad.

- Off! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Cell. Go.

Fuck.

Let's be moving you. Move it along, now.

Don't say it! Do it!

Get your water now.

15?

Lock up.

18.

You wouldn't come near me unless it really mattered.

Behind your doors, gents!

Behind your doors!

20.

- Come on, move it! - In you go.

Lock up now, gents.

And I wouldn't do this

unless I was really interested in why it matters.

I need to phone my mum.

You're telling the truth.

Come on, ladies. Let's have you.

I get it back first thing or I'll kill you.

Jones.

Mum?

- Mum, it's Ben. - I'll get your dad.

No, Mum, it's you I want to talk to.

Why did you leave court, Mum?

Why didn't you come back?

Self-defense, Ben?

Is that what you did?

That's what we're saying.

It's the best... It's the best thing to say, Mum.

Mum?

Let's go, Bracewell.

- See you, Hooch. - Yeah, bye, Paul.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

I need to... I need to go to the chapel.

- Do you have to? - Yes.

I've, um...

I've... I've lost my inhaler.

Every new prisoner wants to be with me.

But it's not sex.

They all want their mothers,

and I'm the nearest they're going to get,

so they come to me.

You've got two inhalers.

Yeah. Sorry, I, um...

I forgot.

Joe! Your gate!

Look at me.

Oh!

There, that's fixed you up.

But we'll keep you on the hospital wing for the night.

Wait here.

No! No!

No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

No!

No! No! No! No!

Regis!

Regis!

Come on.

He's a paranoid schizophrenic.

Every time we go into his cell,

he believes we've come to take him to hell.

He doesn't want to go to hell.

The only safe way is to do it in riot gear.

He gets showered once a week.

I want you to cross-examine the expert.

Why?

Because he's very experienced, and you're not.

The knife wound on the palm of her hand,

the scratch marks found on the chest of the defendant,

the abrasions to the victim's posterior fourchette...

The area where the inner lips of the vagina come together.

All these injuries support the Crown's contention

that the defendant brutally raped

and then murdered Melanie Lloyd.

You're very, very experienced.

25 years as a forensic pathologist.

Gosh.

How many times?

In court?

Yes.

I've made, on average,

12 appearances a year for 20 years

in cases ranging from serial murder

to multiple rape and child abuse.

240 appearances.

Yes.

H-How many times have you appeared for the defense?

None.

240 times and always for the prosecution?

- Yes. - How much do you get paid?

Miss Kapoor.

I am paid that which reflects my level of expertise.

12 times a year you are paid lots of money by the Crown,

and they keep coming back to you for more of your expertise.

So it would seem.

Have you ever used your very high level of expertise

and found for the defense?

No.

So every single time, you have given the people

who pay you very large amounts of money

exactly the answers they want to hear.

Gosh.

I am a witness to this court,

and I stand by everything I've said.

Based on everything I've looked at to do with this case

and my long experience,

I am as sure as anyone can be

that Melanie Lloyd was raped and murdered by this defendant.

My lady, this is intemperate and unprofessional.

It's preposterous to suggest he did it in self-defense.

Nobody with an ounce of common sense would believe this man

was defending himself when Melanie Lloyd died.

My lady, that is for the jury to decide.

- This witness... - He's right.

It wasn't self-defense.

I think you'd better be quiet, Mr. Coulter.

I don't want this.

I don't want this defense. I didn't kill her.

Jury out.

Nobody will let me speak!

For God's sake, I've been trying to speak to somebody.

Nobody will listen to me!

I think we might need more time, my lady.

Fuck me.

Self-defense wasn't what I wanted.

They were your instructions.

They were your instructions

about what my instructions should be.

I asked you to look me in the eye

and tell me if I was wrong.

- You signed up. - Oh.

Well, now I'm taking it back.

Then that's the end of you and me.

I'll tell the judge I'm professionally embarrassed.

Goodbye, Ben.

Good luck.

I presume you're pulling the plug too?

Oh, right.

You can't afford to have professional standards.

I'm pragmatic.

Is that enough?

Can you look yourself in the mirror in the morning and say,

"I'm a pragmatist. That'll do for me"?

The rest is hypocrisy.

Are you calling me a hypocrite?

He wants me to carry on on my own.

And how do you feel about that?

Honestly? About 10 years old and absolutely terrified.

And I'd really, really like to smoke about seven cigarettes

all at once.

But I'm gonna do it.

Because for once, way too late in the day,

Ben should get what he's been asking for all along.

You?

And, don't tell me... the truth!

Judge Ira has adjourned for the day,

so we've got the weekend to build a defense.

It's unlike Ira to be nice to the defense.

She's not being nice.

She knows if she doesn't give me any time and Ben is convicted,

our grounds of appeal will be ready-made.

I'm going to tell you something.

I'm just gonna say what it is that I remember.

Okay?

I don't know what happened.

I left the bedroom.

I woke up in the kitchen.

I went back up to the bedroom to say goodbye.

And she was dead.

That's it.

Ben, the trouble is, it doesn't explain anything.

It just says, "I didn't do it." It's not a proper defense.

But it's true.

Changing everything mid trial looks really bad.

And it isn't as if it's switching to something coherent.

I'm not stupid, and I haven't changed my story!

None of you have been listening to me!

I know, I know.

I know it's not a good defense. I know that.

I wish to God that I could tell you something more, but I can't.

I don't remember.

I don't remember.

That's all there is.

I believe you.

Single stab wound, murder weapon in his pocket,

defense wounds found on her and on him.

Where was she found?

In bed.

How soon would a second PM be possible?

He's in the dock, she's in the ground.

The trial has started.

Where's the defense expert, Stone?

You didn't like their findings.

Preliminary chat only.

And you didn't like their preliminary chat?

Would you have a look at the PM?

Assume someone else other than my client

committed the murder,

and see if there's anything to support that.

I'd be very grateful.

He's got to you, hasn't he?

At last someone's finally got to you.

I'm just doing me job.

You know what our problem was?

Your professional life is all about looking for doubt.

Mine is about searching for the truth.

Do you ever get lonely?

Never. You?

Never.

The answer's no, before you ask.

Let's just stick to your innocent client

and leave ourselves out of it, yeah?

- You'll help me, then? - I'm here, aren't I?

- Hello. - Hiya.

Do you have a copy of.

"A Very English Hangman" by Leonora Klein?

It's about Albert Pierrepoint.

I think so. Let me have a look.

Thank you.

Hello!

- Oh, my God. It's you. - Are you following me?

Yeah.

What do you want?

I think that you and me are probably after the same thing.

Really?

Justice. For Melanie.

For her dad.

For you.

I've agonized long and hard about the defense we're running.

I've persuaded the others to drop all that stuff

about Melanie being crazy.

Our barrister couldn't handle what I'd done, so she's gone.

- So, what are you saying now? - We don't know.

Thank you.

Which is why I'm here pretending to bump into you.

We need your help.

I'll think about it.

Think about anyone else who may have wanted to hurt Melanie.

You look as though you've been here all weekend.

Bottom line, Frances.

You're going to lose.

But we're all members of the bar,

and I'd hate to see you humiliated.

I know how badly you're out of your depth.

So if there's anything I can help you with, just ask.

Okay?

The days of defense ambushes are over.

You will tell me now what your new defense is.

The court and the Crown are entitled to know.

Ben Coulter did not kill Melanie Lloyd.

So far, so blindingly obvious.

Somebody else did.

Who?

The killer must have been in the house already

or gained entry whilst the defendant was asleep.

Who?

Mr. Painter.

How does the Crown feel about all this ducking and diving?

The complete U-turn by the defense

halfway through a trial is, uh, something we can live with.

You mean something you'll be making a great deal of.

That's another way of putting it.

You're very junior, Ms. Kapoor.

I want to be absolutely sure

that you and your client are happy to continue.

I'm totally sure.

Very well. Let's have the jury back in.

I want to recall PC Jeary.

There's just one thing.

Your notebook.

It's a very good notebook.

- Very detailed and all that. - Miss Kapoor...

What's your question?

When did you write it?

At the first available opportunity.

Everything still fresh in your mind?

I'll never forget it.

Every last detail.

Excellent.

This is a bit random, but...

Here we are.

"The lamp was on the ground at a 60-degree angle to the bed.

The Ventolin inhaler was on the bed

between nine and ten inches

to the right of the deceased's right shoulder."

Very, um, precise and exact.

Thank you.

Where's the inhaler?

Nine or ten inches to the right of...

No, no. Now.

Perhaps we should ask your senior officer.

Thank you.

- What is that piece of paper? - It's a list of exhibits.

Would that list include everything found at the scene

relevant to the murder trial?

Yes.

You've been a police officer for 30 years.

Yes.

You know all there is to know about crime scenes.

If there's one thing I know, it's how to read a crime scene.

Would you consider a personal item belonging to the defendant

and found between nine and ten inches from the deceased's body

relevant to this murder trial?

Yes.

Would you agree with me

that removing any item from a crime scene

would be grossly unprofessional

and counter to all the rules of police practice

and criminal justice?

Yes.

Where's the Ventolin inhaler on that list of exhibits?

It's not there.

It's in PC Jeary's notebook.

Yes.

It was there when he was the first officer on the scene.

Yes.

Who was the next person to enter the bedroom

in which the body was found?

Probably me.

Where is it, Officer?

What did you do with the inhaler?

I took it.

You took it?

You found it in her bed, and you took it?

You removed a piece of evidence from a crime scene?

- Why would you do that? - He needed it.

The defendant's asthma

was causing him problems in the police station.

I wanted to help him. I'm sorry.

That's a lie. That's just not true, is it?

It doesn't fit.

The inhaler in her bed.

It doesn't fit with rape and violent murder.

It looks like she wanted him in her bed.

That's why you took it.

You've got 30 years' experience in the police force.

If you know anything, it's how to read a crime scene.

Come and sit down.

You know, outside, I have interests in many enterprises.

Tropical fish.

Tractors.

I have to keep myself engaged.

So in here I work with the market I've got.

The first days of a trial are always stressful.

We brought you something to help you unwind.

Roll up your sleeve.

I don't want to.

This is the first. You'll be back for more.

Sooner or later.

Shh, shh.

Ben couldn't kill anyone, but the jury don't know it

because they haven't had a good look at him.

Him being a nice kid is not gonna count for anything

when Painter cross-examines

his convenient amnesia into the ground.

What kind of sex?

- What do you mean? - No foreplay?

No, not really. It was...

She was asking for it to be like that.

Melanie was "asking for it"?

Massive, massive problem. Whole trial blown out the water.

What the hell's going on?

He had a problem with nondisclosure.

It's gone away.

Lizzie Smith... She can tell us all about.

Melanie's jealous, violent boyfriend, Stuart,

and the fight he had with Melanie's dad.

Have you any idea how I feel?

I'm tired because I am trying to stay alive!

I want your disagreements with this man to end.

Get me out of here. Please.

All along, I've tried to tell you the truth.

I just want you all to listen.