All language subtitles for Silk.S03E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

USHER: All rise.

JUDGE MAKIN:
We're sorry to sit late,

but we are conscious of
just how much this appeal
means to all of you

and we don't want to
keep you waiting any longer.

Having listened
with great care

to the arguments
over the past three days,

it is our unanimous decision
that this appeal

be refused.

We'll be giving our reasons
in our judgement next week.

Take him down.

Oh, God. That's wrong!

No!

Please!

No!

[DOOR OPENS]

[MOBILE BEEPS MESSAGE ALERT]

She's finished.

-Ready, sir?
-You go on.

I'll see you over there.

Miss?

They fitted him up.

And three years later,
they're still fitting him up.

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Not this one.

That's not what I'm saying
about Clive Reader.

[CRIES OUT IN FRUSTRATION]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING
ON HEADPHONES]

Thank you.

Keep an eye.

[LAUGHING]

-Welcome to your party.
-My God.

It's a very late return
and it's big,

so it's gonna take
someone with guts and balls.

Four months in Manchester,
prosecuting all the men who
make horse racing corrupt.

Great.

Pre-trial hearing on Tuesday.

Great.

They lied, the police.
They lied

and lied and lied. Now, look.

Forget the law,
forget evidence.
Sometimes you just know.

Johnny Foster is innocent.

-I think you're a bit...
-What? What?

Emotional?

You're right, I am emotional.

And, and why is that?
Because I'm a woman,
do you think?

No, I didn't say that.

An innocent man is serving
a life sentence for
something he didn't do!

You know, standing up
and bowing matters
when we leave court,

not because of the tradition
or anyone's status,

but because it shows
that we all move on.

Move on? There's just been
a miscarriage of justice.

Move on?

I think you're
a fearless advocate,

and fearlessness
goes a long way,

but it's not the whole story.

Good night, Miss Costello.

Mr Reader.

What the hell did that mean?

Oh, forget about it.
It's a party.

Well, I want dancing.

Where's the dancing?

[ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK]

[LOUD MUSIC PLAYS]

I love her when she loses.

I love her when she dances.

She's so very,
very bad at both.

You should just tell her, sir.

I love you.

Say it again.

I love you, Martha Costello.

I love Joy Division.

I mean, with all my heart,
love them.

Me too.

[LAUGHS] Yeah, right. What?
Genesis, Kylie, Ian Curtis?

I meant what I said.

Did you?

More than The Clash?

[LAUGHING]

[MOANING SOFTLY]

Oh, Martha! Whoa, whoa!

Martha?

Martha?

Martha?

Billy?

How long?

DOCTOR: Your testosterone
levels will come
down very quickly.

I meant...

Well...

DOCTOR: Hmm. It works,

the cancer stops spreading,

and then it doesn't work.

Six months, three years,
every case is different.

[SIGHS] How much less of
a man will I be?

DOCTOR: Up a couple of
bra sizes.

Throw away the electric razor.

No more Mr Big Boy
in the morning.

Do you cry easily?

-No.
-You do now.

Little scratch.

[MOBILE BEEPS MESSAGE ALERT]

[MOBILE BEEPS]

[MOBILE BEEPS]

[SIGHS AND SNIFFLES]

MAN: I knew that, er,
Clive Reader was exceptional

when I, I saw him
cross-examine a very
senior police officer...

You okay?

You go. Your moment.

MAN: ...courtroom door,
completely unaware,

with his trousers
around his ankles,

who was being exposed
as a liar and a fraud.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr Clive, "Hold on to
your trousers," Reader QC.

[PEOPLE APPLAUDING]

Billy?

[WHISPERING]
It's your son, sir. David.
He's been arrested.

What? For what?

Killing a police officer.

What?

How much do we know?

Er, 800 demonstrators
kettled into a narrow street,

way too small for
that kind of number.

People want out.

The police squeeze them
tighter.

Go on.

A team of six coppers go in.

-Why?
-Don't know.

And then?

They're saying that
one demonstra...

They're saying
he goes berserk, sir.

Pushes one of the coppers,
two hands,

hard, in the chest.

-But David wouldn't...
-That's what they're saying.

PC Webster cracked his head
on the bottom of a lamp post.

Bleed inside the skull,
pressure on the brain,

dies two hours later.

Clive, I'm, I'm sorry about
all this, at your silk party.

-Come on.
-[ENGINE STARTS]

MARTHA: Get them there
as quick as you can.

Who do you want, sir?

[CELL DOOR OPENS]

Stand up, please.

[OFFICER MUTTERS]

OFFICER: This is personal,
isn't it?

One of ours. One of yours.

Which makes it so important
that we all remain
completely professional.

You the mum?

[CELL DOOR OPENS]

A barrister in
a police station.

Isn't that against your rules?

A teenage boy in a cell
for the first time
in his life.

I mean, does he need me?

Or does he need
a lawyer at all?

Because, I mean,
you'll look after him,
won't you?

And then it won't
cost anything.

Anyway, who cares about
barristers and criminals?

Unless of course it's you,

or your son.

But then it never is, is it?

His mum's dead, by the way.

David, just tell me.

Because...

Just tell me now so I know.

-Did you...
-Don't.

No.

Okay. Sorry.

Well, what, what
do you want me to do?

Go away.

Will you speak to Martha?

Six of them.

Riot gear.

Coming for you?

[CLEARS THROAT]

Did you think they
were going to hurt you?

-Can you say it for me, David?
-Yes.

So self-defence.

Two hands up to
defend yourself.

Do you want to see
your dad again?

He's here for you, David.

We all are.

[INAUDIBLE]

DAVID: Help!

Dad!

[INAUDIBLE]

-There you go.
-Thank you.

[MARTHA CLEARS THROAT]

[KEYBOARD BEEPS]

CLIVE: Huh. There, look now.

-What?
-Schindler's List.

CLIVE: Children in red.

So, what's he saying?

MARTHA: He was attacked
by six men.
He defended himself.

The six men happened
to be police officers.

Why? Why would they do that?

CCTV? That'll tell us.

There isn't any,
not in the kettle.

They set it up
where there was no CCTV.

Little bit convenient,
don't you think?

You and the Old Bill
toe-to-toe at the Bailey.

You should sell tickets.

Your bail app, miss.

Who's prosecuting?

Oh, Hugo Milson.

MARTHA: What's he like,
Milson?

Like a sherbet
lemon suppository.
Acid, sharp, surprising.

There's a prosecution witness,
one of the demonstrators.

Right. From?

Peckham.

-What kind of Peckham?
-Peckham, Peckham.

So, not naturally
pro-police, then?

Yeah. Thanks, Clive.

You'll get bullied.

What?

In Manchester,
with your funny accent.

You mean you'll miss me.

Will I get bail?

It won't be easy
in there, David.

The police witnesses
are all saying the same thing

about the death of
their colleague,

that you went berserk.

I was taking pictures of them.
They don't like that.

They came for the camera.

And it was obvious
they'd use physical force

to get it.

What about the boy
from Peckham?

-Darren Goodchild.
-He's in it, too.

"In it"?

Your friends were on
the march, too, weren't they?

So, they'll be, er,

they will be able to be
witnesses for us.

David?

Leave me alone.

Please get me bail.

It was obvious they'd use
physical force?

You're coaching him.

Confirming instructions.

Confirming what you've
decided he should say.

Coaching, and feeding
his paranoia.

Why are you being like this?

We win cases by seeing
what the other side sees,

not by putting blinkers on
and getting angry
with the police.

Are you telling me
how to do my job, Clive?

Why did Johnny Foster
lose in the Court of Appeal?

Eight straight hours,
stood there
in the freezing rain.

No lavatory, no food,

no choice. Can you imagine?

I suppose, to be fair,
it was the same for
the demonstrators.

Very funny.

Here to hold your hand?

Are you objecting to bail?

18 years old. No form.

MILSON: Poor David Cowdrey,

all alone in a big scary place
with big scary criminals.

Worth remembering
John Webster's daughter,

who's been telling her teacher
that she wants to go to heaven

to be with her daddy.

She's five years old.

I bet you don't even
know her name.

I'm objecting to bail.

Dogs, horses and the TSG
preventing people

from exercising their
democratic right to protest.

Er, not sure if this is a,

a jury speech or a plea
in mitigation,

but unless we've all been
transported to South Africa,

it, it doesn't sound
like a bail application.

Interesting, though,

that my learned friend
says her client was
stressed and angry.

All the more likely,
one might think,

to act in the shockingly
violent manner

we say brought about the death
of this police officer.

That's all based on
supposition and speculation.

And, um, confession.

"I had to do it.

"I'm sorry."

"Did you mean to hurt him?"

"Yes."

It still fits
with self-defence.

If you're defending yourself,
sometimes you hurt
your attacker.

"I had to do it."
No choice. Imperative.

It fits a lot better
with guilty.

Look, Milson got
under your skin
and you didn't perform.

You know why else
you didn't perform?

Because David's not
talking to you.

Why not? 'Cause you're asking
none of the hard questions.

You're being his mother,
not his lawyer.

He needs help, not bullying.

Asking none of
the hard questions now

means you'll be sending him
naked into the witness box.

Milson will tear him apart.

-[CLIVE SIGHS]
-[BUZZER SOUNDS]

She, um,

seemed a bit fragile,

blondie.

-Piss off, Milson.
-Or what?

You'll send your stone-age
clerk round to beat me up?

MARTHA: What happened to
the camera, David?

They took it.

-Who did?
-I'm not sure.

-Maybe an EG.
-Evidence gatherer.

Let's go, son.

Come on, let's go.

Go on, David.

Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's that on your arm?

What's happened to your...
Is that a cigarette burn?

-It is... Leave him alone!
-Let's go!

David, who did that to you?

David?

Let's go.

[ALARM BLARES]

-MARTHA: Whoa, whoa!
Take it easy!
-Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!
Leave me alone!

[DOOR SHUTS]

[ALAN SOBS]

-Get me out of Manchester.
-That's not possible.

-I need to be here for David.
-But he has Martha Costello.

-Billy would try and...
-Billy would lie.

The CPS would know
he was lying

and they'd stop briefing us.
That's what Billy would do.

-That's what I'm not doing.
-David's going down.

There's too much love
and not enough lawyering.

Get me the CPS.

No, put the phone down, John.

What did you do
before this job?

Eight years at Amnesty.

What next? A fighter pilot?
Neurosurgeon?

-What?
-I've always been here.

Shoe Lane is all of my life.

I took my first breath here
and I will take my last.

David Cowdrey is my godson,

and if Clive Reader wants to
stay here because
his gut tells him...

But you wouldn't get that,
would you?

This is family!

[SCOFFS] The Corleone family,
maybe.

Oh, yeah, you're using this.

Yeah, this is you
making your move.

I was brought in
as practice manager to
clean this place up,

and that's what I'm doing.

And I will not take lectures
in chambers politics

from a man who took £50,000
in backhanders
from Micky Joy,

the most corrupt solicitor
of all time.

I did that for chambers.
None of that money...

Are you deaf?

You are this close
to extinction.

I'm the only reason that
you're allowed to
carry on existing,

so get used to me, Billy.

Evolve. You'll be swimming
with the dodos.

It's up to you.

Do you want a career
prosecuting everything
that matters?

Or the odd bone tossed
your way by

a clerk running Shoe Lane
on booze and bullshit?

-Billy's...
-Billy does defence.

It's all he knows.

He believes he's got
the angels on his side,

defending the dispossessed

and the disempowered.

And the bottom line?

Very soon, there'll be
no defence work left.

Shoe Lane has to
redefine itself.

Which means prosecuting.

I've got Nicola at the CPS
all set to make you
her main man,

send your career
into prosecuting heaven.

[SIGHS]

But let her down here,
and she will move on.

[SIGHS] Defining moment,
Clive.

Old life...

Or new?

Billy? When we saw David
on the monitor in
the police station,

did he have a burn mark
on his arm?

-Think.
-No.

-We would have seen it.
-Yeah.

So it must have happened
at the police station

before this so-called
confession.

So, why hasn't he told you
about it?

Too much prosecuting, Clive.

You've forgotten
what it's like to be
a frightened human being.

-How is he?
-Asking for you.

Well, I can't get
a visitor's order.

Why?

Because David
won't ask for one.

Probably it's too upsetting
for him to see you.

A list of David's friends
who were on the march.

Now, which one of them
would do best under pressure

at the Bailey?

What about Ruby?

His girlfriend.

You didn't know.

See, that's the thing
about boarding schools.

I mean, it's not like
Tom Brown's School Days
anymore,

but you're still sending
your child to a place
where nobody loves them,

and the biggest lesson
they learn is how to do
without parents.

[DOOR OPENS]

Prosecute me.

Every night in chambers during
the trial, be Hugo Milson.

No holds barred.

I can't really do that
from Manchester.

[DOOR OPENS]

Line one, sir.

Hello?

Love to.

Yeah, see you then.

Penny for your thoughts.

Mo Farah, London 2012.

Steve Cram's commentary.

Oh, yeah.

[BACKGROUND CHATTER]

"Kelly Holmes, you are
the double Olympic champion."

What?

The other one that
always gets me.

Olga Korbut, David Wilkie.

I don't go that far back.

[CHUCKLES] Nor did I.

Are you all right, Billy?

Yeah.

No.

What is it?

You have to win this for us.

There has to be
a very good reason.

-Yes.
-So, what is it?

[SIGHS]

I can't go because
I have to be here
for Alan and his son.

I think David Cowdrey
will go to prison for life

if I'm not here to stop it
from happening.

I respect that.

-Enough to brief you
next time.
-[SIGHS WITH RELIEF]

I'm all yours.

Manchester, I'm not going.

It's a big trial
you'll be turning.

Your first in silk.

Priorities.

Evidence gatherers
mixing in with marchers.

He had a right to be paranoid.

EG. And this

is before the kettle.

This is a boy who takes on
six police officers.

And how does he look to you,
Clive? Aggressive?

Violent?

He's a vulnerable child.

What the jury will want is
to hear from people
who were actually there

when it happened.
That's what matters.

How many witnesses
have you got?

They're slow
in coming forward.

Well, why?
Some of them are his friends.

Surely they'd stand up
for him if they could.

What? You want me to stop now?

You think Milson
won't do this to you?

At the moment,
the only civilian witness

is Darren from Peckham,
and he's for the prosecution.

MARTHA: [SIGHS] Let's try
his girlfriend, then.

Tell me about David
on the march, Ruby.

He took photographs.

Anything the police did,
he'd grab a picture.

Were the police aware
of what he was doing?

Of course.

They hate the camera
being turned around.

And then the kettle...

I didn't see what happened.

None of it?

We had an argument
just before.

David wanted to talk to
the police about
being allowed out.

I said that was giving them
what they wanted.

And was he taking
pictures in the kettle?

How was he
in the kettle, Ruby?

According to you,
the six police come in
like it's Apocalypse Now,

and Ruby sees nothing.

This is what you
asked me to do!

-You all right?
-Of course.

Do you want a hug?

Yes, please.

Mmm.

-Snog?
-Get off!

[LAUGHS]

Hmm.

It's like the early days.

You two up half the night
with a bottle of Scotch.

Couple of street robberies
that I'd killed myself to
clerk you into.

Remember?

Higher stakes tomorrow, Billy.

If only it was just a robbery.

What's that?

Copies of police notebooks.

Hmm, that's interesting.

There's no record in here
of why the six coppers
went in. Nothing.

Not even from
the bronze commander.

So, why do you think...

MARTHA: They spotted
a boy in red taking all
the embarrassing photographs.

"Come on, boys,
let's get him."

And that's why there's
no record in the notebook.

Night, miss.

Night, sir.

They spotted me in the kettle.

MARTHA: Taking pictures?

Who?

"The boy in red.
The boy in red
needs to be taken out."

Okay, listen to me.

[SIGHS] There were no evidence
gatherers in the kettle.

If you make things up,
a prosecutor this good
will be on it,

and it'll finish us.

They pretended to be us.

"They"?

Undercover officers.

[CELL DOOR SLAMS]

-Where's Dad?
-In chambers.

-Do you want us to call him?
-No.

-David...
-No.

We were in the middle
of the kettle when
the man in red came at us.

He went berserk, basically.

"Came at us"?

Running.

And then a two-handed
big shove into
PC Webster's chest.

He fell backwards and cracked
the back of his head
on a lamp post.

[WOMAN COUGHS]

So, after six hours
of kettling 800 people,

you decided to, er,
press them?

Pressing the space
makes people stand
closer to each other,

which keeps them safer.

I haven't seen copies of
any of the police notebooks.

So, could I just...

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

[WOMAN COUGHS]

Thank you.

There's no record in here

of why you went in

and who the information
came from,

-but then there wouldn't be.
-Well, exactly.

MARTHA: That record
will be with your bronze.

MARTHA: Not at the Bailey?

He doesn't want me there.

When I was 18, I was in love,

overwhelmingly,
furiously in love

with a man who was
30-something, married

and, like I was then,
Catholic.

[INHALES] I got pregnant,

had a late abortion,
and there was a problem.

23rd of January 1979,
I gave up my God,

motherhood,

and the love of my life

in a day.

I wish I could do it again.

I wish I had the chance
you've still got
with your son.

OFFICER: No, I don't think
PC Webster saw him.

I think he felt him
coming towards him

and just had time to turn

before...

[SIGHS]

I know this is hard for you.

I heard the sound.

His head on the...

I knew it wasn't good.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

JUDGE: This might be
the moment

to adjourn for the day.

No conferring with
fellow witnesses.

-MARTHA: David...
-[DOOR OPENS]

-JAILER: Two minutes.
-Will you leave us alone?

Nobody comes in here
until I say!

[DOOR SLAMS]

"Lick the bowl."

What?

The toilet bowl in my cell
at the, the police station.

"Lick the bowl or else."

Who said it?

Was it the person
who burnt your arm?

Is that how they got
your confession?

Or else what?

What was the threat, David?

How's fraud?

Well, I failed
my maths O level twice,
and that was 30 years ago,

so I'm rusty.

There.

MARTHA: Someone at
the cell door?

Who?

Custody record? Er...

-Time?
-23:30.

Thirty years ago?

I got a D in the summer,

'cause I cheated off
the genius boy next to me.

Ray Kelly,
sensationally handsome,
very accommodating.

Went on to be
a top urologist and my
fifth favourite boyfriend.

[CHUCKLES]

-You were 16?
-Mmm-hmm.

So, 30 years later,

that makes you 46 now.

Oh, look.

This custody sergeant does
a cell check every 30 minutes
through the night,

but no record of one at 11:30,

which is when David
is talking to whoever it is
at the cell door.

Interesting.

Leave me alone.

-What?
-MARTHA: Read his lips.

Bingo.

Who's bullying him?

Miss?

The two police witnesses.

MARTHA: My God.

-When was this taken?
-Two minutes ago.

-Now we're in this trial.
-Go get 'em, miss.

You stay with
the police station.

I'll look at
the boy from Peckham.

JAKE: John. Oh, John!

Fifteen copies, please.

One each for the jury,
one for the judge,
one for Miss Costello

and one for the lemon sherbet.

Third day lucky for Jakey boy.

Good old-fashioned
clerking, that.

Would Mrs Squeaky Knickers
have got us a game changer
like this? No.

Do practice managers
go anywhere near the coalface?
I don't think so.

Thank God for hot-desking.

Ah, now,

I need you to go
through everyone in
that police station.

Pin down where
they were at 11:30.

Get hold of
the night duty roster,
front desk officer.

Oh, you know what to do.

The thing about
throwing mud, Marth,

is you have to have your own
story to back it up,

otherwise it just looks
like you're throwing mud.

Do the work, Clive.

[SCOFFS] I hate you too.

MARTHA: What was the last
thing His Lordship said
to you last night?

Not to talk to anyone
about the case.

Because a witness,
halfway through his evidence,

talking to another witness
who's just finished his...

Breaks all the rules.

At 7:55 p.m. last night,

did you and PC Lewis
go to an address,

11 Raveley Street,
Kentish Town?

I must warn you
that perverting
the course of justice

is a very serious offence,

and you should be
extremely careful

about saying anything now
that might incriminate you.

MARTHA: I think
we've said enough,
haven't we, PC Butcher?

Who lives
at 11 Raveley Street?

Mary.

Mary?

Webster.

John's wife.

She's too upset
to come to court,

so we promised we'd visit her
at the end of every day
during the trial.

JUDGE: You'd better
put your case to
the witness, Miss Costello.

I suggest that
you identified David Cowdrey
earlier in the march.

He took your picture,

and others,
which you didn't like,

because it showed you
being violent and nasty.

You marked him out,

the boy in red,

and when he was kettled,
you targeted him

and you went in
to take him out

with mob-like aggression.

Okay, so where's the camera?

You've either destroyed it
or hidden it.

That's a hell of
a conspiracy theory, isn't it?

PC Lewis told us that pressing
the kettle makes it safer
for the demonstrators.

Yeah, if they're
packed tightly,
they're more calm.

They don't climb up on things.

They're like sardines.

Yeah, you could say that.

MARTHA: Lewis says David
Cowdrey came at Webster fast.

He ran at him.

The word he used
was "berserk".

Well,

can sardines run, Officer?

Can tightly packed fish
go berserk?

Or was PC Lewis mistaken?

No, he's not mistaken.

MARTHA: Then he must be lying.

And you're agreeing with him,

so that makes it
a conspiracy to lie.

Miss Costello?

Two minutes.

I've eliminated everyone
who was at the police station
that night at 11:30.

No one had a go at David
through his cell door.

There has to be someone.

Well, there isn't,
however much you want
there to be.

BILLY: She needs to be
completely focused,
so don't tell her.

MARTHA: Don't tell her what?

Billy?

Johnny Foster
killed himself last night.

WOMAN: [OVER PA] Will Miss
Costello of counsel please
come to Court 1 immediately.

Inspector Wright's next up.

Don't lose it
in there, Martha.

I'm the bronze, so
I'm on the ground

but I'm a step back
from things,

so I have an overall picture
of everything that's going on.

David Cowdrey saw a man
mumbling into his collar.

Was that man talking to you?

I can't comment on that.

Is he making it up?

I can't comment.

David Cowdrey

took pictures of the man

mumbling into his collar.

That's why he became a target

of your snatch team.

[SCOFFS] Snatch team?

Pure fiction.

The product of too many years
at the criminal bar,

bashing the police.

Sorry, I think you're
getting confused, Officer.

I'm only working
on instructions.

It's, er, it's not me who said
you did this. It's my client.

This is professional,

not personal,
Inspector Wright.

Are you staring at me?

I'm waiting for a question.

If you're the bronze,

then maybe you can
tell me why the team of
six officers went in?

Yes.

And is that record
in your notebook?

[SIGHS]

Thank you.

Now, these notes

are signed and dated by you,

having been written up
at the earliest

possible opportunity.

Late that same night.

So, will you just read
the, er, last three lines
for me, please?

"I received information
from members of the public

"that there was a disturbance
inside the kettle.

"In order to preserve
the safety of those
in the kettle,

"I sent in a team of officers
to deal with it."

Thank you. Now,

this is a copy of
your notebook.

And I asked it to be
sent to me

just before the trial started,

so they should be,
this copy and your notebook,
should be identical.

Yes.

Only they're not.

There's something not there.

Can you tell me
what's missing in the copy?

The last bit.

The last three lines.

The bit about the disturbance.

What are you saying?

That you've added these lines,
and, and I bet you did it

during the trial,
once you heard what
the defence was.

You know, I'll tell you
exactly what I'm saying,
Officer.

You're bent.

[SIGHS]

I didn't go home last night.

I went to see my new squeeze
from the CPS.

Their Peckham boy,
Darren Goodchild,

is the younger brother of
the better-known
Jason Goodchild.

What does DWB mean?

Driving whilst black.

Does it happen to you?

No. I just know about it.

From your brother?

Jason?

Does it happen to him, Darren?

Fifteen times he's been
stopped in the past two years.

-Why?
-No reason.

They wreck his life
because he's black

and he's got
a good-looking car.

So, why are you here, Darren?
I mean, what are you doing?

I got asked to come 'cause
I was on the demo

and what happened
to the officer.

They knew me 'cause
of my name.

And what did they say to you?

I'd say the most important
thing to think about

is not that David Cowdrey

will go to prison
for a very long time
if he's found guilty,

but what the rest of
your life will feel like

if you do the wrong thing now.

Now, I'm going to sit down,

because it's not about me.

It's about you.

They told me
if I co-operate on this

they'd leave my brother alone.

Have you been lying

about how you came to be
a witness in this trial?

Yes.

You wouldn't be here if
it weren't for your brother

and the offer the police
made to you?

No.

But that's not
the big question.

I don't understand.

You were on the demo,

you're here now,
you're under oath

and this is the question that
actually matters.

Is it true?

What you saw?

Did David Cowdrey
attack PC Webster?

Yes, he did.

The jury might believe that
these police officers lied

and cheated,
and that would be enough,

if it wasn't for
Darren Goodchild.

It's 50/50, David.

I really need more from you.

Who was it who told you
to lick your toilet bowl?

Wright?

Look, I know you spoke to
whoever it was.

"Leave me alone," you said.

Now look at me.
David, look at me.

I've never pushed you

when I didn't think
you could take it,
but right now...

I need you to help me.

Why won't you tell me?

Sorry.

Sorry.

Ruby?

"The boy in red.

"He needs taking out."

-You heard this?
-Yes.

So, there was
an undercover copper.

-Did David take his picture?
-Yes.

And the camera?

When the uniform police
came for him,

he took it.

So they came for the camera.

Will you give evidence
about this?

No.

Why not?
Look, Ruby, you have to.

If the jury hear this
from you...

-I can't.
-Why not?

Because of David.

What do you mean?

He was losing it.

He went completely crazy.

I think that's why
the police came for him.

I've got to go.

Who's that? A client?

-Yes.
-Hmm.

[SOBBING]

No. No.

-[DOOR OPENS]
-Please. Please.

MARTHA: David? David, David.
I'm here.

David?

What, you,
you didn't see that?
You didn't hear him?

No. Who?

[SOBS] He tells me what to do.

Go away! Go...

He? Who's "he"?

And I have to do it.

And what will happen
if you don't?

[CRIES]

Oh, I, I'm not allowed
to tell anyone and...

[SNIFFLES]

I must do what he says and

I'm not allowed to,
to tell anyone.

-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
-Shh, shh, shh, shh.

-I'm sorry!
You've got to believe me!
-Shh, shh, shh.

[SOBS]

Help me. Help...

Mummy.

[SHUSHING]

-Voices?
-One voice.

Schizophrenia?

I don't know what to do.

-It's over. New trial.
-Can you win?

From where you are
in the trial?

What? You can't carry on.

Have you asked him if
the voice was speaking to him
during the demonstration?

Yes. It, it's touch and go.

I got lucky
with the notebooks. But, yes.

And if you pull out now
and there's a new trial
with a new brief,

running diminished?

-Mental health disposal.
-CLIVE: Martha.

Have you been inside
a psychiatric unit?

Have you any idea what
that does to a young person?

Look at me, Clive.
What do you see?

I'm still not over it
35 years later.

How would David Cowdrey
get on in hell?

Every other question,
every other consideration

is completely irrelevant.

Bugger being a lawyer and
taking instructions and rules.

Do the right thing
for that boy.

What are you gonna do?

-I'm gonna make a speech.
-Why?

Because an 18-year-old boy
needs me to get him
out of a system

which will only make him much,
much worse if he stays in it.

But it won't be the truth,
though, will it?

The jury won't be hearing
about schizophrenia, voices.

Well, right now I've got
one thing that I care about,

saving David Cowdrey,

and that, well, that
feels pretty honest to me.

And I don't care
if you or anyone else
thinks it's not my job to try.

What about the truth
of how PC Webster died?

That the police only went in
because David went berserk?

Don't you have responsibility
towards that?

I can't be only
a lawyer, Clive.

-But, Martha...
-Will you just leave me alone?

Two nights ago,
a man I represented

walked out of
his cell in prison

and jumped from his landing
onto the safety net

that's there to
prevent suicides.

At that moment, he took
a razor blade to his wrists.

That man, Johnny Foster, died.

He was serving a life sentence
for something he didn't do,

and that made
his life intolerable.

Now, why was he in prison?

Because the police
had fitted him up? Yes.

But also because a jury
and then the Court of Appeal

had failed to see
what the police had done.

Juries have a duty to look

very hard into
police evidence.

You are our protection
against police corruption.

Inspector Wright is guilty

of deliberately
misleading you.

How?

By altering his notebook,
once the trial had begun

to create a version
of why the police went in.

Darren Goodchild was induced
into giving evidence
by the police.

The prosecution
bring this case.

They have to prove it.

Now, the defendant doesn't
have to prove anything.

If you think the police
have lied and cheated,

then you must find
David Cowdrey not guilty

of the unlawful killing
of PC Webster.

How long have
the jury been out?

Five minutes longer
than when you last asked me.

Who is it?

Dad.

-"Do what I say or..."
-It's your dad?

No, no.

Um...

"Lick the bowl. Burn yourself.

"Take a cigarette,
stab it into your flesh.

"Or, or I'll get him.

"I'll kill him, I'm gonna...

"Your dad's gonna die."

[CELL DOOR OPENS]

FEMALE COURT CLERK: Will the
defendant please stand?

Will the jury foreman
please stand?

Have you reached a verdict
upon which you are all agreed?

MAN: Yes.

COURT CLERK: Do you find the
defendant guilty or not guilty
of manslaughter?

[SIGHS]

You go. Your moment.

Thank you.

I'm done.
The boys are finished.

He needs you.
Go and be a father.

I love it, you know, how much
passion and conviction you put
into everything you do...

When you've got a wig on.

-And this is Amy,
the new pupil.
-Hi.

I'm prosecuting you.

Right.

You don't have to be in the
pub to see it on your phone.

It works without a drink.

We're doing all right,
wouldn't you say?

Keeping the professional
and the personal separate.

I'll leave you here...

With your family.

-It leaked.
-But how did it get out?

I don't care!

Your clients come first,

but where are they, Martha?
Here with you now?