All language subtitles for Silk.S02E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Drugs, importation of heroin.

MICKY: Jody Farr's been
arrested and charged.

So why do you want her?

Anyone who goes toe to toe
with me and spits in my eye
is my kind of brief.

I will not work for that man.

-CW.
-Are you looking to move?

Well, I'm bloody lonely.
I want a friend.

If we were looking
for prosecutors,

then Caroline Warwick
may not be the way to go.

GEORGE: Fatima Ali.

The brother tried to
calm her down,

she lashed out at him
with a broken bottle.

He's dead because of me.

Prosecute, and you'll
walk into silk.

I'm really
counting on you here.

It's Billy.

9:00.

It's me.

9:00.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Come on.

[SIREN WAILING]

Tap water. Clean and cold.

What are you doing here?

Sit down.

-No.
-Think you should.

What do you want?
Where's Billy?

It's almost embarrassing,
you saying no.

So, if the middleman's
not getting it done...

I've only ever been
properly embarrassed once.

I used to nip off with
Hustlermagazine

for an early playtime in
the boys' toilets.

Five minutes with myself.

Waitress.

Bye, Micky.

I have to tell you this.
This is something
you have to hear.

He knocked on my cubicle door.

"Michael Joy. I know
you're in there and I know
what you're doing." Mr Wilson.

And what did you do?

Opened the door,
kicked his stupid head in
and went out to play.

What would you like?

Double espresso.

Double espresso.

I told my dad the teacher had
tried to feel me up
in the toilets.

He went berserk.

School was
on the back foot
from the start.

Teacher lost his job.

The Archway Road took him
three months later.

-Took him?
-It's the A1, technically.

So, if hitting the tarmac from
100 foot doesn't kill you,

the first
northbound vehicle will.

Thank you.

Have you ever seen
an institution
lose confidence?

Watching it happen
taught me everything
I know about power.

Power is control of the story.

Only two people from
the school went to the
crematorium, me and the head.

He was representing
the school, I was curious.

He took me for a cup of tea
and a cupcake afterwards,

and got very heavy about guilt
and shame and forgiveness,

all that Catholic bollocks.

It was the hardest 10 minutes
of his career and he knew it,

but what he didn't know

was that a piece of pink icing

was stuck to the lower part
of his bottom lip.

And it moved as he spoke.

And it turned him from what he
wanted to be,

a man with gravitas and moral
authority into something...

embarrassing.

Give that to Billy, will you?

-What is it?
-£3,000 in used notes.

Jody Farr's proof of evidence.

Miss.

You were here.

Don't you ever do that again.

You'd have said no if I'd...

I'm still saying no.

That's not what Micky says.

[BAGGAGE SCANNER BLEEPS]

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

Are they here?

Your father and your brother.

Today is for us lawyers to
sort out bits of housekeeping.

All you have to do is
enter a plea of not guilty.
Nothing else.

-Is she here?
-Yeah.

Good.
They're going to nick her.

Why?

-Breach of bail.
-Oh, Christ. What?

Contacting
a prosecution witness.

-Does she want to surrender
now or afterwards?
-Wait, wait. Who?

-The brother. Ibrahim.
-What sort of contact?

Phone calls. 33 of them.

All hours
of the day and night.

Well, I mean,
she's his sister.

She's never been apart from
her family before, so...

Yeah. You know what?

In all the rush
to characterise
Little Miss Muslim

as the real victim,

shall we try and
remember she drank 15 whiskies

and she stuck a jagged bottle
so hard
into her brother's neck,

-she could have
killed him twice?
-Still, it's a bit harsh to...

Fight me if you want.

It's what we're here for.

33 phone calls?

Why?

He's my brother.

You know this
is very serious?

He's my brother.

He's always looked after me.

Of course she thinks
they look after her.

It's what they've been telling
her all her life.
It's brainwashing.

-She'll be remanded
in custody.
-Don't let that happen.

It's a murder, George.
I'm not a miracle worker.

-Have you ever seen
a more frightened human being?
-It doesn't help with bail.

She's a woman.

Do that thing you do
with women, Clive.

-...on one piece of paper?
-Yes, ma'am.

-I need to talk to you.
-Me first.

-What?
-Jody Farr.

-You're prosecuting it?
-I need a junior.

You're offering me
the junior brief in Jody Farr?

It'll be
like America, darling.

We can wear beautiful suits

and arrive at court every
morning in bright sunshine.

Publicity will blaze.

When?

Monday. I need you
to take some witnesses.

-We'll be a team.
-This won't be finished.

The trial starts on Wednesday.
It's five days.

And you're committed to her?

[TANNOY DINGS]

Yes, I am.

Tell me about Ms Ali.

Break my heart.

I don't think I've ever seen
a more frightened human being.

Broken heart. Wait there.

[EXHALES]

-Anything interesting?
-He was present at a robbery.

Member of staff went for
the alarm. One of the other
robbers shot her dead.

-Mandatory death penalty.
-What?

Life and death
in the Caribbean.

-Right.
-The case law.
Pratt and Morgan.

Their Lordships decided that
five years on death row

equals cruel
and unusual punishment,

which means
you can't be executed.

Survive more than five years

and your death sentence
gets commuted
to life imprisonment.

It's weird, isn't it?
Final court of appeal
for death penalty cases

-for thousands of miles away
here in...
-In Parliament Square, W1.

I mean,
it's a complete anachronism.

It's indefensible that we kept
this power over
the legal systems

of former colonies.

But thank God we have.

So, has he done
his five years?

No.

Twenty-three hours a day

in a cell

the size of a chicken coop.

Television?

No.

Books?

Just your own thoughts.

They say when you
have been sentenced to death,

you have nothing to lose, so

you are, by definition,
a dangerous prisoner.

Visits?

Once a month.

No touching.

I haven't

hugged my son in two years.

I want to hug him.

My whole body tells me
I have to hug him.

He's my child.

I cannot.

When you execute a man,

you end the life
of his whole family.

What will I tell
my nine-year-old daughter?

What will I say to her

when they break his neck?

MICHAEL: You know the law.

Because your son hasn't
used the appeals process

and only two years have passed
since he was sentenced.

I want you to
tell the judges two years,

they may as well be 20.
Two years

is a lifetime.

[PHONES RINGING]

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Thank you. Bye-bye.

What's this?
Jackson Henderson?

That's a
Michael Connolly freebie, sir.

It's a death penalty appeal
from the Caribbean.
She's doing the con now.

Con? How?

-His mother.
-Blow it out.

-It's a death row case, Billy.
-Yeah. Return it.

And when Connolly
comes out the con

tell him to go elsewhere
with his grim work.

A man will be executed...

I've had it with you
answering me back!

I'm the senior clerk in here!

What's the matter with you?

Why hasn't Jackson
used the appeals process?

Who knows what goes
through a man's mind.

Locked in a cell with
only death to talk to,
Mrs Costello.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm not Mrs, I'm a Miss.

A woman like you?

-A woman as beautiful as you?
-[LAUGHING]

My, my...

What a world.

[MOBILE PHONE RINGS]

MICHAEL: Hello, Billy.

Yes. No. We're just...

What? But we just had the con.

What are you doing?
What the hell are you doing?

-Not now, miss.
-Not now?

What do you mean, not now?

A man is scheduled to die
in a few days' time and what?

This isn't a good time
for you?

Where are you going?
Don't walk away from me.

Don't you dare
turn your back on this.

I've seen what it does,
this work.

It will corrupt your
every waking moment
and most of your sleep.

And when you lose,

I don't want that for you.

I came to the Bar
to do this kind of work.

-I am doing it, Billy.
-Doing pro bono work

-for Michael Connolly won't
get you the kudos...
-[STAMMERS] What?

-Or the attention.
-Or the career development?

One last time.
I will not
represent Jody Farr.

This is not about that.

How can you ask me
to represent that man

and in the same breath tell me
I can't try and save
a condemned man?

-Miss!
-If you mention him
to me again

I will take that as a direct
challenge to my being here.

And if that happens,

I will fight you for the right
to stay at Shoe Lane.

The Crown understands
the wider context

surrounding this tragic death,

and we are prepared
to accept the psychiatric
report's finding

that defendant's state
of mind was
substantially impaired.

-Diminished.
-We'll offer no evidence
on the murder

if she pleads to manslaughter.

Is the judge
going to buy this?

I did a four month fraud
last summer in front of him.

The air conditioning had
broken down
and he took to wearing

-nothing under his robes.
-How do you know?

I know. And he'll buy this
if I tell him to.

Nothing to do
with cracking this trial

so that you and me
are free for Jody Farr?

It is the duty of a prosecutor
to be fair.

And that means working against
the urge to win
just because you can.

Fatima Ali isn't a murderer.
We can all see that.

Amazing.

Yeah. Wasn't easy.
She doesn't roll over
for just anyone.

Still, it's as good
a deal as you could hope for.

It's almost a shame
we have to say no.

Don't even tell her
about the offer?
Is that what you're saying?

My job is to get her to
a position where she can
think for herself.

In the meantime,
you tell her what to think.

Isn't that what everyone's
been doing to her
all her life?

I don't want her to
think like me, I want her
to think for herself.

-She needs to choose now.
-It wouldn't be a real choice.

She's not ready.
She just feels guilty.

Okay, okay.
Her best interests.
What are they?

Going through with a trial
in public?

How humiliating would that be?

And if she's convicted,
she gets life.

If we're acting in her best
interests, then pleading
guilty to manslaughter,

-avoiding a trial and having
half a shout...
-What?

Half a shout at a mental
health disposal?

-How about we send an abused
woman to the funny farm?
-George...

Why should she plead guilty?

[SIGHS] We can do this.
I know we can.

Do what?

Give this woman enough
self respect and strength
to fight back.

Imagine what the
Court of Appeal would say.

The appellant wasn't even
told about the offer?

-They'd go mad
and they'd be right to.
-I thought you were a fighter.

-Yeah, well...
-[EXHALES]

I know what we'll do.

It's a very good offer.

But it's too much
to take in now.

So here's what
we think you should do.

Plead not guilty today

and then I'll make sure
the offer is still
on the table

when we come back for trial
on Wednesday.

That way you'll have had time
to think about it and decide.

Prawn cocktail?

Is that why you followed me
round here?

-No.
-So why did you?

I was just checking you were
okay with the initials
on the pigeonholes.

Like, who's who.

I'm fine. And any I don't know
I can just figure it out.

Okay.

-Good.
-Mmm-hmm.

-I'll see you back
in the clerks' room.
-Okay.

-Jake?
-Yes?

Did you want to ask me out?

Me?

No.

No.

Not at all.

Not guilty for now,
but she'll plead
on Wednesday.

-Are you sure?
-Yep.

Because she always does
what the men in her life
tell her to do?

Shall we have our fight
about bail?

Do not contact any member
of your family
directly or indirectly,

or you will be remanded
in custody, quote-unquote.

It is a kind of arrogance,

frankly, to ignore a judicial
warning of such clarity.

Does she think the law
doesn't apply to her?

There's a cultural problem
here, Your Honour.

Fatima has failed
to understand that
what the judge says

has to take precedence over
her profound need
to talk to her family.

She gets it now.
I've explained it to her
in no uncertain terms.

If you grant her bail,
I'm sure she won't
let anyone down again.

Bail is refused.

But I'm going to bend over
backwards to help Miss Ali.

I've had another trial
collapse this morning.

Is there any reason
why this trial
can't start tomorrow?

I'll see you tonight.

Will you?

7:00.

Do me a favour and accuse me
of being a loose cannon.

Oh. Your interview. Yes.

And remember,
George Duggan
is for Christmas.

Silk is for life.

They make their own coffins
on death row.
In the corridor outside.

That's the most constructive
thing they do.

We have heard
all these arguments
on past occasions.

We are sympathetic.

And that is why this court
made the five year rule.

Move on, please.

Nine, eleven, thirteen
and sixteen.

Jackson Henderson's
four sisters.

For the last two years,
they have witnessed
their mother

and their father's anguish

and they have struggled
to understand the sentence

passed on their elder brother
and they have not understood.

If Jackson dies
in a few days' time,

his sisters will be condemned
to live their lives

with unimaginably
ugly thoughts and feelings.

Does this court want
to punish those children?

I have had the privilege
to get to know
Florence Henderson,

the appellant's mother,

and I have seen at close hand
her extraordinary courage

in dealing with
what is happening to her son.

You refute your own argument.

Not when I tell you
that this woman,

more brave and dignified,
I think, than anyone
I have ever met,

cries herself
to sleep at night.

And when she does sleep,

she dreams of hanging.

This is her history,

it's her present,
and it's her future.

Does this court endorse that?

Her punishment
and that of her young family

is lifelong.

And I submit to this court,

with all your emotional
and intellectual intelligence,

that it is cruel,

it is unusual,

and it must stop.

Well, I think you're
absolutely right to come in.

-Have you ever had a digital
examination before?
-No.

-Shall we do that now?
-Yeah.

What is that exactly?

Legs a little higher
for me, please.

No, I mean knees closer
to your chest.

Oh, sorry.

And relax.

[SIGHS]

It is enlarged
and it's putting some pressure
on your bladder.

What does that mean?

I'm going to say the word,
but I don't want you
to get worried.

What word?

Cancer.

Probably you haven't,

but possibly you have
and I'd like to be sure.

You need to be seen
by a specialist.

Now, there is an accelerated
referral time.

But only if
there are specific factors
causing particular concern.

Perhaps you could help me,
Mr Lamb.

Have any of your family
ever had prostate cancer?

-Er...yeah.
-Oh.

And who was that?

-My mum.
-On the whole, mums
don't have prostate glands.

-My sister.
-Women don't, um...

-My dad.
-Okay.

Quite young, was he?

-Yeah.
-Under 50?

Forty-nine.

These are weighty issues.

We will adjourn and notify you
when we are ready
to give judgement.

Well, when?

We have to know when.

We will notify you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Speak soon.

What have you done?

What do you mean?

Something. You're looking
particularly gorgeous.

I had
my death row appeal today.

Oh, right. Sorry.
Yeah, I forgot.

Judgement soon.

Quiet apart from that?
Work wise?

So, why are you leaving
your old set?

I say what I think
and the boys don't like it.

Have you noticed what people
say about loud women?

"Oh, she's got a mouth
on her."

What do they say
about noisy men?

"He's a good laugh."

Some people think
you're a loose cannon.

Do they? Who?
Oh, of course you can't say.

Here's what I think.
I think the Bar is special

because it's our work
to cherish the English
language in all its glory.

A row of cannon,

all pointing in the
same direction and sounding
the same, what would that be?

It would be children who don't
read books any more.

It would be a world filled
with management consultants.

And for us, it would be
solicitor advocates,
wouldn't it?

Tired and dull and flat.

I think juries
deserve better than that.

Does that answer
your question?

My last three years' income.

Who earns more at Shoe Lane?
My guess is nobody.

And the next two years
projected.

Only a dinosaur would say no.

Skeletons, miss?

Have I slept with any judges?
Uh...several.

Solicitors? Quite a few.

Senior clerks?

Not yet.

-Drink?
-Love to.

That's what I hear.

This is a drinking profession.

I drink fast and hard

and I get up in the morning
sober as a judge
and twice as lively.

And what about you?

Anything I should know
about Billy Lamb?

I've never felt like
this before.

So this is more difficult
for me than I can say.

But you're going to tell me...

I'm going to be
brutally honest, George.
I think that's best.

We're just not suited.

Fatima needs someone
who can...
What's the expression?

Do emotion.
Now, I wish that was me,
but it's not.

-I'm so sorry.
-It's tomorrow.

I know. I should have said
but I didn't because...

-I didn't want to
let you down.
-What am I supposed to do?

I just keep coming back
to Fatima.
She's what matters here

and if I'm not giving her
what she needs, then...

It's not me facing life
imprisonment, is it? It's her.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

-[DIALLING PHONE]
-I'm sorry.

Listen, um...
I'll be right back.
I'm just going to...

Um... You know George Duggan.

-Hi.
-Yeah. Sorry.
I've got to...

Are you in court tomorrow?

Uh... No.

How about
the rest of the week?

Apart from receiving
a judgement, free.

-Why?
-George?

-Listen, I'm going to let
you two, er...
-What, you...

[SIGHS]
I've returned Fatima Ali.

Right. Yeah.

So I'm free to prosecute
Jody Farr.

-Led by CW.
-Who have we
returned Fatima to?

Have I got this right?

A senior clerk who can't get
his new silk

to defend the biggest brief
in town

manages to get golden balls
to prosecute it?

It's under control.
I'll sort it out.

I said, I'll sort it.

That's more like it.

Why are you here?

You don't sleep,
I don't sleep.

Where's Mrs Henderson staying?

She's flown home.

If the appeal is refused,

then she wouldn't have time
to get back before
they execute him.

-Are you okay, miss?
-Do me a favour, Billy.

Don't be nice to me.

[MUMBLES]

Are you going to save him?

I don't know.

Call me the second
any news comes in.

Even if I'm in court.

Get me.

-Pleading to manslaughter?
-No.

What?

But Clive said that...

Do I look like a big
public schoolboy, Caroline?

When do you think
this will finish?

It'll go into Monday,
at least.

She's not ready.

Clive was going to
carve it, wasn't he?

Clive? It's me. You're dumped.

A wild night of drinking
and a return home

with a three quarters
empty bottle of scotch.

Her older brother tried to
take the bottle from her,
to stop her drinking more.

And what did she do?

She broke the bottle
and she went for him.

He lifted and turned his head
to avoid the lunge

and the jagged, lethal,
broken glass
went into his neck,

with sufficient force
to sever the carotid artery.

Mustapha Ali bled to death

before any medical attention
could reach him.

There is an alternative count
on this indictment.

Manslaughter.

But make no mistake about it,

the Crown is and always
has been very clear.

This is a murder.

And that is the verdict
we will be asking you
to return.

I was upstairs.

-Doing what?
-On the phone.

To who?

I don't remember. I heard
a smashing of a glass and
a few seconds later, a scream.

-Who screamed?
-My mother.

What did you do?

I ran downstairs.

When I reached
the door of the kitchen

I saw Mustapha
lying on the floor.

He was twitching and writhing.

It looked like he was having
some kind of fit.

Later I learned
he was choking
on his own blood.

Stick to what you yourself saw
and heard, please.

I realised it wasn't a fit
when I saw the blood coming
out of his neck.

Was anyone else in the room?

My mother and my father,
my sister, Fatima.

And what was she doing?

She was bent over the table,
like she was exhausted
or something.

Later I learned she...

No, no, forget about later.

Just tell us what you saw.

She was holding the bottle.
It was broken.

It fell out of her hand.
My brother stopped moving.

I knew he was dead.

What did you do?

I couldn't breathe,
I had to get out.

You were upstairs.
So you can't help us
with the immediate context.

She'd been out, she came back.

She was drunk.

-Did you see her go out?
-No.

-Did you see her come back?
-No.

Did you see her drinking?

-The police officer told me...
-Yes.

Did you see her drinking?
You, yourself?

-No.
-So, like I said, no context.

What you've been told, yes.
Assumptions you've made, yes.

But actual evidence
of what went on, no.

Where did you go
when you left the house?

-I just felt I had to
get away.
-Where did you go?

I wandered around.

Did you love your brother?

Of course.

-Did you call 999?
-No.

-Why not?
-I don't know,
I couldn't think.

-Did you do anything
to help him?
-I told you, he was dead.

What else could I do?

MARTHA: And how do you
think he'd died?

-IBRAHIM: It was obvious.
-Was it? Why?

The blood,
the bottle in her hand.

Have I got this straight?

You left the house
with your brother dead
or dying, your sister,

whom you believed to be
the killer still in there...

You better stop this.

-...and both
your parents hysterical?
-Enough!

Enough of what?

Questions you can't answer?

-You listen to me...
-Mr Ali.

I will not let her insult
my dead brother in this way.

-I'm sorry you think
it's insulting.
-Then why don't you back off?

When did you come
back from your wander?

My wander?

Your word.

My brother's blood
in our kitchen
and my sister drunk.

Have you any idea
what that felt like?

MARTHA: These two things,
do they provoke
the same emotion in you?

Dead brother, drunk sister?

I will not answer that.

I know you'd like to say
my religion is against women.

I will not talk to
someone as ignorant as you.

What do you know? Who are you?

Are you
an angry man, Mr Ali?

Was your brother?

-You lied to me.
-I was trying to manage
a situation.

"This is the only time you'll
have to meet a barrister
for the first time."

-You promised her.
-That's what I thought
at that time.

You were trying to carve
it from the start.

I'm not an idiot, Clive.

[SCOFFS]
Don't you dare do that.

-What?
-Sexy puppy dog bollocks.

Can a puppy be sexy?

MARTHA: Detective Sergeant,
were there any injuries

on the deceased that you could
call defence wounds?

No.

Thank you. What about signs
of injury on the accused?

She had a mark
around her wrist.

Consistent with having a hand
held tight around it?

Which would've been consistent
with the deceased

trying to get the bottle
away from the accused.

Or with Fatima trying to
defend herself from him?

Or him trying to defend
himself from her attack
on him.

This is all a bit
like ping pong, Your Honour.

My learned friend can't seem
to go more than two minutes

without hearing the sound
of her own voice.

Let's keep things civilised,
shall we, ladies?

BOTH: Ladies?

There's no evidence
of where she'd been
before returning home.

-No.
-Where did the bottle
come from?

It didn't really seem
the most important...

We focused our inquiry on
the scene and the forensics,

which kind of spoke
for themselves.

Did they?
The alcohol in her blood.
I mean,

-a reading like that, between
10 and 15 shots of whisky?
-Yes.

-And the whisky in her hair?
-Yes.

-And all down her front?
-Yes.

-Quite a session?
-You said it.

But you chose not to find out
where she'd been drinking?

It was quite clear what
had happened here.

Is it right that a neighbour
called the police
at 10:40 p.m.?

-Yes.
-And what action was taken?

It was just a shout
the neighbour heard.

Could've been anything.
We get those calls
all the time.

It wasn't a priority.

Then at 11:04,
the 999 call came in
which was a priority.

Who made that call?

Mr Ali.

MARTHA: The father?

Twenty-four minutes later
than the first call.

What did you think about
your daughter's behaviour?

I didn't like it.

Going out?

Dressing the way
she was dressing?

-Yes.
-And Ibrahim?

He didn't like it.

Mustapha?

We three men all agreed
it was wrong
and we spoke to her.

Do you think that women
deserve punishment
from their husbands?

Sometimes.

Did you ever punish your wife?

Yes.

What was the offence?

I will not dishonour her name
or mine

by recalling an event
that is passed and forgotten.

What was the punishment?

According to the Koran.

-A quiet word?
-Yes.

Then a withdrawal of sexual
services from the marital bed?

Yes.

Then a light beating?

It did not reach that point.

And it is a wilful
misinterpretation of the Koran
that you rely on.

Did Fatima do
what she was told
after you spoke with her?

MOHAMMED: No.

MARTHA: And how did that
make you all feel?

Humiliated?

-Angry?
-I wanted what was best
for my daughter.

Best according to who?

Her father. Our religion.

-She needed guidance.
-MARTHA: She needed choice.

She needed freedom
to decide how to live.

You think they've
made a choice?
These western women?

You think women who drink
so much they fall over
in the street

and go out wearing
the clothes of prostitutes

and paint their faces,
have an independent mind?

This is freedom?
This is your freedom?

I am asking you a question.

JUDGE: Mr Ali...

She asks me many,
many questions.
I cannot ask her one?

It isn't a choice,
you're right.
It's a form of tyranny.

Real freedom is the ability
to choose.

Whenever that is lost
or taken away,

we must fight it.

-Is your mother next?
-No.

Why not?

-Fatima?
-It will be too hard for her.

I don't have any brothers
or sisters.

I come from a small,
close family.

My mum, my dad and me.

My dad was a lot older than
my mum and when I was 16,

he started to lose his memory.

It wasn't too bad at first.

Repeated questions.

Forgetting why he'd
come into the room.

But the doctors
were very clear,
that it would get worse

and he would need
looking after.

And when I left school, well,
he deteriorated quite a lot.

He couldn't remember
what order
to put his clothes on.

[MARTHA SIGHS]

Anyway, I wanted
to go to university.

And I got in.

And two weeks
before I was due to start,

my mum asked me
the big question.

-What?
-She asked me not to go.

-What happened?
-I went.

And when I came home halfway
through the first term,

my dad didn't recognise me.

Has she forgiven you?

That's her own question.

She wanted me to stay at home

because she needed me to be
there to help with my dad,

but she also
wanted me to stay at home,

because she was
lonely and bitter,

and she wanted me
to be the same.

I was in my bedroom,
and I saw Fatima
arriving home.

Was she holding anything?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.

It was dark.

She stopped
at the end of the path
and looked up at the sky.

It was a clear night.
There was nothing
in her hands.

Do you have any
alcohol in the house?

Me? No.

Does anyone?

Your husband?

You are under oath.

My husband.

Gin?

Vodka?

Whisky?

What time did Fatima
arrive home?

10:30.

And how can you be so sure?

I go to bed every night
at the same time,
always 10:30.

-And was she walking
in a straight line?
-Yes.

So if Fatima wasn't drinking
before she came home...

She would've had to have
drunk three quarters
of a bottle of whisky

in an incredibly short
period of time, to reach
the levels of alcohol...

This witness can't possibly
be expected
to comment on that.

No, quite.

-Martha...
-I think you're wanted,
Miss Costello.

Please leave her alone.

Well, this might be
a good moment
to adjourn for the day.

-Definitely the same night?
-Yes.

He's got a bag.
And he's on the phone.

Where have you been
all my life, Daniel Lomas?

Six minutes after the call
from the neighbour,

and Ibrahim is making
a phone call.

Is that you?

Yes.

Who were you calling?

Not 999. Not home.

-I don't know.
-You don't know?

Your brother dead or dying,

your drunk sister
apparently responsible.

And you were on the phone!

-Who would you be calling,
Ibrahim Ali?
-I don't remember.

Or are you lying to me
and this jury?

-What's in the bag?
-You don't understand
anything about this.

MARTHA: I think I do.

I think I'm getting there.

What is in the bag?

Shut up. Shut up!

Are you an angry man, Mr Ali?

Yes, I was angry with her.

-She came home smelling.
-MARTHA:
I thought you were upstairs.

She'd done it before.
This was the same.

-MARTHA: Done what before?
-Come home smelling of...

-Smelling of what?
-Of sex. She's a whore!

She's a liar.

Thank you, Mr Ali.

[MOBILE PHONE VIBRATES]

Look, normally, I would never
leave without going down
and seeing her.

You know that, but...

I just have to today. Sorry.

Martha, shall I come with you?

No.

Thank you.

Just relax.

The, uh... The letter that
they sent me said
that it's interesting

-and instructive.
-Um, yeah.

It's just a squirt of local
anaesthetic.

-Might feel a little bit cold.
-Okay.

-Here we go.
-[INHALES SHARPLY]

-You all right?
-[EXHALING]

So, the uncomfortable part

is when the camera's in
and I have to get it past
the sphincter muscle.

I thought the sphincter was...

You sure you got the right
opening here, Doc? [LAUGHS]

The sphincter wants to keep
the camera out.

And, er, we need to get it in.

Ready?

[GRUNTS]

Jesus Christ.

NURSE: Breathe.

[EXHALING]

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

Yeah, there are
some issues here.

[EXHALES]

Do you want me to call her?

Florence?

It's Martha.

I don't know what to say.

Our only chance now is for you
to give evidence.

Fatima?

My father died 10 years ago.

I miss him.

I sometimes wish I'd been
at home to look after him.

But it wasn't my fault
that I wanted more.

And I won't feel guilty
about that. Ever.

Because guilt eats you up and
then you don't have a life.

And I want my life.

Call Fatima Ali.

His name is Lloyd Naysmith.

He's a local councillor
and he offered to help me.

So I went to his house.

And what happened?

He was kind to me.

He said he would
look at the law for me

and see if the arranged
marriage could be stopped.

He made me feel
my life could be different.

I didn't feel I could say no
to him.

No to what?

Fatima?

To what he wanted.

Point of law, Your Honour.

Jury out, please.

[SIGHS]

None of this,
not one bit of it, is in
the defence case statement.

How is the Crown
supposed to react
to a defence case

that hasn't been put to any
prosecution witness,

that comes out of the blue
nine tenths of the way
through the trial

and is, basically,
an ambushing of justice?

Of course it isn't
in the defence case statement.

Do you know how hard
it is for this woman

to stand up there
today in the witness box?
Do you?

My learned friend
is becoming very personal.

Well, maybe sometimes
it is personal.

So, let's hear it now.
From the witness.
Once and for all.

Miss Warwick.
You may cross examine

on her failure to mention any
of this before now.

You may also cross examine

on her failure to include it
in her defence case statement.

Jury back, please.

Fatima.

Tell us what happened
that night in your home

with your family.

Sorry.

Tell me.

You can do it for me.

Mustapha pushed me
down on the table.

I couldn't fight him.

He held my mouth open
with one hand

and he poured the whisky
into my mouth with the other.

It went all over me
and down my throat.

I thought I was
going to drown.

He stopped to shout at me.

He called me a whore.

I grabbed the bottle from him.

I smashed it on the table

so he couldn't pour
any more whisky down me.

Then he came at me. [SOBBING]

Sorry.

I'm so sorry!

Too late.

[DOOR CLOSING]

I know about the Ali family.

What?

They're on Jody's patch.

Oh, don't tell me.
Jody doesn't like non-whites?

Jody doesn't like competition.

Competition?

What are you doing?

High quality heroin.

Where did that come from?

This bag left the Ali house
with the younger brother

after the unfortunate
incident with the bottle

and before the arrival
of the emergency services.

The 24 minute gap.

They're all over it.
Fingerprints, DNA.
Bag and contents.

I won't ask how you...

No, you won't.

What do you want?

I'll give you the slam dunk.

Fatima walks.

-And what's in it for you?
-Take this from me

and you're free to start
the Jody Farr trial
on Monday morning.

Do you think I'll make
a good clerk?

If this is a drugs thing,
why weren't
the police interested

when I told them about
the black bag
leaving with Ibrahim?

The last thing the
Old Bill want

is a domestic like this
blowing open the whole story.

Story?

The Alis import heroin.

They have all sorts
of connections in all sorts
of places.

The police haven't finished
looking at those connections,

working out how big it all is.

End of trial.

If you say yes to Jody.

Counsel to counsel.

You and me and nobody else.

-The police had the Ali house
under surveillance.
-What?

-Drugs.
-What? They didn't...

They didn't tell you or anyone
because they haven't
finished yet.

How the hell do you know?

I can't tell you.

-So how do I know it's true?
-Would I lie to you?

And if you really don't
believe me, then go and ask
the drugs squad.

Bloody hell.

So we can recall
all the police witnesses

and I can cross examine them
on their failure
to disclose any of this

and we can recall Ibrahim
and cross examine him

on being a major drug dealer.

Oh, and then the jury can see

what nasty pieces of work
Fatima's been living with.

Or I can stop this trial
right now

and throw the book
at a bunch of bastard coppers

who think they can
get away with
whatever they want.

I'm a prosecutor
through and through, Martha,

but I will not tolerate
being lied to by anyone.

I quite like
your way of doing it.

CAROLINE: They didn't tell me,
they didn't tell the CPS.

The defence has been
kept in the dark

about the real character of
prosecution witnesses,

which is about as unfair
and unjust as it's possible
to get.

End of trial.

Ladies.

Now, listen to me.

This is very important.

There's going to be
a great deal of fuss
over the next days

and weeks to come, about how
the police have behaved here.

And it really matters.

But I don't want it to get in
the way of
the most important thing.

You are an innocent woman.

You are not guilty
of anything.

And that's everything.

You've got a new start
in your life.

Take it.

Drink with me.

Please.

You okay?

It's 6:00 in the Caribbean.

To the Caribbean.

You have to laugh, don't you?

Or what?

Or you go home and sit there
and cry your bloody heart out.

What is it?

Nothing.

Tomorrow is another day.

Tomorrow is Jody Farr.

JODY:
Police officers are bent.

The evidence isn't
strong enough.
People get off.

MARTHA: You're trapped.

-Aren't you?
-Everybody's guilty.

When and why
do police officers
get neurotic?

-When they've got someone
on the inside.
-You're dead. You know that?

I sat and watched you
defend Brendan Kay
with everything you had.

What hell are you doing
representing the man
who had him killed?

We all have a choice.

What's it taken

to corrupt Martha Costello?