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No!

No, leave me alone!

Come on, woman!

No!

- I've seen him before!
- No!

I've seen him before!

What? Oh, Gilly.

- How are you?
- We... I wondered...

You know, you
were going at it a bit.

Oh, that's nice.

Not a lot bother nowadays.

- Is Natalie all right?
- She's fine.

We're having a
bit of a domestic.

Do you want to come in?

No.

No, I won't interfere.

You know what I'm gonna do?

No man's ever gonna
look at you again.

Will the foreman please stand?

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

We have.

On this indictment that Alec
Baylis did on various occasions

between the 13th of June and 19th of
November last year rape Emily Bowen,

a patient in his care at
Aldridge Nursing Home,

do you find him
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

You find the defendant not
guilty. Is that the verdict of you all?

Yes.

Not guilty?

I see.

You're free to go.

I can see why you might want to
scurry away after your client, Mr Machin.

I don't identify with
the client, my lord.

Of course.

Our adversarial system doesn't
always best serve the public, you know.

Here it went seriously wrong.

You are a clever and a skilful advocate. No
doubt you have a great future at the bar.

I'm sure you and I will
cross swords again.

I wouldn't lose sleep over
that horrible man, Judge.

The police have more charges
of sexual abuse in the pipeline.

Good.

Is this so the Lord
Chancellor can spy on us?

Mr Justice Nivan has
a big terrorism case.

Right. They come on when
the building's empty, my lord.

And you can override the
system yourself. Like this. Okay?

Deputy Assistant
Commissioner Colemore rang,

sir. He said he might
be a few minutes late.

Hello.

Yeah, I'm well, thank
you. And you? Good.

Tonic water, please.

Must be the malarial mosquitoes.

The quinine.

They no longer
put quinine in it.

We know each other, don't we?

- John Deed.
- I know who you are.

We haven't met.

- You a lawyer?
- No.

I sometimes work for the Probation
Service, but actually I'm a publisher.

Ah.

Lucky readers.

That's not the sort
of publishing I'm in.

- Are you going to give me a clue?
- No.

We have so much in common.

A liking for straight tonic water is
hardly the basis for a lasting friendship.

Well, it's a start.

That smile could
change the world.

I think you're making me blush.

Would it make you blush if
I asked you to have dinner?

I'm waiting for someone.

So am I. We could
leave them to have dinner.

I don't think my husband
would be amused.

Very well, there you are.

Yes.

What did he want?

Oh, we have a mutual
liking for tonic water.

Is that why you
gave him your card?

Were you spying, Ian?

I asked him if he'd like to write a piece
about the problems of interpreting the law

in the context of the
Human Rights Act.

I'll have the department find
you someone more reliable.

I'm not sure I want reliable.

It can't be murder you
want me to do, Row.

It's a much smaller favour.

There's a Section 20 coming up
for sentencing. Might you dig it out?

Are you asking me as a friend or as
a Deputy Assistant Commissioner?

He pleaded to it, presumably?

It's domestic violence. The police
shouldn't involve themselves at all.

Wives are citizens, too, Row.

No, the problem is they
make lousy witnesses.

As you know, most won't give
evidence against their husbands.

Why are you involved?

He's a police informant.

He must be a pretty important
one for you to approach me.

- This one works for MI5.
- Ah!

Do we know the details?

I see.

Well, it's usually a
brown envelope job.

The senior policeman
slips the judge the details,

which he reads but doesn't
refer to it in sentencing.

MI5 want him to walk, John.

Well, that would depend
on the circumstances.

Well, he put his hand
up. He pleaded guilty.

That would help.

He is very important, John.

Okay.

The main question would be
"Will he beat his wife again?"

- You're missing the point.
- No.

It's not my bag, Row. Purple
judges deal with sentencing.

Chummy could expect two
years for that kind of offence.

How can I persuade
you to get involved?

You could try an
exceptional dinner.

Mr Children, there's a Section
20 in the list for sentencing.

I could deal with it now.

It's been assigned to
Judge Home, my lord.

Do we know why
he's pleading guilty?

The wife's the chief
prosecution witness.

The CPS says she's not
reliable. They can't run her.

All the more reason for
him not to plead guilty.

It was reduced from
a Section 18, my lord.

Oh, was it?

Do you have a particular
interest, my lord?

No.

I'm sure Judge
Home will deal with it.

I have a very sensitive date
rape that needs looking at, my lord.

Judge Home, I'm John Deed.

Oh, yes. I know who you are.

- Where are you up to?
- Seven down, M something N.

Minaret.

There's a Section 20
in the list for sentencing.

Would you like me to hear it?

Red judges don't normally
hear cases for sentencing.

It would be very helpful to
the state if this man walked.

- Who've we drawn?
- Mr Justice Deed.

Lightning can't strike
in the same place twice.

He interferes a lot
but we could do worse.

Not me. We recently had a spat.

If my client gets less than
15 years, it'll be a result.

That's what I expect.

Jo Mills, I'm prosecuting.

Tim Collier, Paul
Bailey and Colin Gee,

you are jointly charged on count
one of this indictment with rape,

contrary to Section I, Subsection
I of the Sexual Offences Act 1956.

The particulars of the offence
are that on February 14th

you had sexual intercourse with
Carol Gainer without her consent,

and knowing she did not consent.

How do you plead?
Guilty or not guilty?

- Tim Collier?
- Not guilty. It's outrageous.

- Paul Bailey?
- Same as him. Absolutely.

Take your hands
out of your pockets.

Just respond to the
charge. Not guilty?

Absolutely, sir.

Colin Gee?

Not guilty.

On the second count
of this indictment,

you are charged with
administering a stupefying substance,

namely Rohypnol,

contrary to Section 22 of the
Offences Against The Person Act...

Who is for the first defendant?

Oh, Mr Machin, we meet again.

And so soon.

With a clean slate
I trust, my lord.

Ready to open, Mrs Mills?

Might I request reporting
restrictions remain

in place to protect the
complainant's anonymity?

My lord, the defendants have no anonymity
and as such are denied a fair trial

as set out in the European
Convention on Human Rights, Article 6.

You're quite right, Mr Machin, but
Article 10 of the same convention

guarantees freedom
of expression.

This case is going
to be troublesome.

I can see how Machin
is going to run his

defence. I'm not sure
if I don't support him.

Especially since the Home
Office has emasculated

most of the defendants'
rights in rape cases.

Unless someone helps these
women, men will get away with murder.

Bad law don't make
for good justice.

That attitude
doesn't help anyone.

Oh, I'm sorry, my lord.

No idea you felt
so strongly, Coop.

I shouldn't have
spoken. I'm sorry.

Did something happen to you?

A friend of mine. We
were in the Army, my lord.

She was raped.

She never got over it.

Was the perp caught?

He was.

Maureen wasn't
able to give evidence.

Oh, I'm sorry, Coop.

It still doesn't do
to distort the law.

I'll get you a coffee
and a sandwich, my lord.

Coop.

I do still prefer Judge.

Dr Spazmani.

From your physical examination
of the alleged rape victim,

did you form an opinion as
to how often she had had sex?

On the night of the rape?

The alleged rape, Doctor.

No, that might overburden the
medical research. In general.

- My lord.
- Yes.

Mr Machin, under Section 41 of the Youth
Justice and Criminal Evidence Act 1999,

you can't run this defence without
leave. You know the provisions.

You can only ask about the defendant's
alleged sexual experience with the victim.

My lord, I would like to make a
submission in the absence of the jury.

Thought you might.

I suspect you'll be going out quite
often, if you wouldn't mind for now.

Well, we do seek leave to introduce
the sexual experiences of the complainant

by other than the defendants.

Our research shows that,

to put not too fine a point on it,
the complainant was easy meat.

You cannot give leave, if the
defence are now running as consent.

We're arguing that as the complainant
was offering herself to all and sundry

on the night in question, as witnesses will
show she did on numerous other occasions,

the defendants would have no
possible need to drug and rape her.

I'm going to allow
your submission.

I think not to do so would
render any conviction unsafe.

But stray over the margins and
I'll hit you like a runaway train.

Let's have the jury back.

Is this a woman
who had sex often?

Oh, there's no way
I could tell that, sir.

- Well, she wasn't a virgin?
- No.

You agree she enjoyed
a healthy sex life?

You've had your answer,
Mr Machin, now move on.

Doctor, was there any
sign of the alleged drug

in the woman's body
after the alleged rape?

No. That's not unusual
with Rohypnol...

I don't want a commentary, Doctor. There
was none of this drug in the woman's body?

No.

Remind the jury why
this drug wasn't found?

Its distillution crystals help
flush it through the kidneys.

Because you're not drowsy or
groggy during the period of recovery,

you have no
conscious memory of it.

So the drug takes you directly
from unconscious to wide awake?

Exactly.

We only remember when
our deep subconscious

is brought through in the
semiconscious or groggy states.

So she might just as easily
have not been given the drug?

Yes, my lord. There
is no way of knowing.

Doctor, the other
conspicuously vague piece of

evidence my learned
colleague examined you on

was the contents of the vagina.

You found the presence
of blood type O semen.

But as two of the accused
rapists are blood type O,

as were probably half the
men in the club that night,

in theory, she could've had
sex with any one of them.

Is that a question, Mr Machin?

I'm working up to it. Doctor, is
there any evidence to suggest

that it couldn't have
been any one or more

of the majority of O
blood types in the club

that night that had
sex with Carol Gainer?

Well, that isn't my concern
as the medical examiner.

Please answer the
question, Doctor.

No.

I believe you made other tests,

which the prosecution
conspicuously failed to mention?

Yes, we ran DNA tests.

Well, we all know how accurate
DNA tests are, Doctor, so tell us,

as Mrs Mills failed to do
so, what the results showed?

There was no DNA
match with the defendants.

Why is that, in your
opinion, Doctor?

Did the robust DNA
give a false reading?

I don't know. Perhaps
they wore condoms.

My lord, I would like the jury instructed
to disregard this facetious speculation.

Well, you invited an opinion
from an expert witness, you got it.

My lord, we intend
calling Carol Gainer next.

She's having problems
going into the witness

box. Might we have
a short adjournment?

My lord, the defendants have had
this hanging over them for four months.

Now is the moment of
truth for their accuser.

It is something I have
to consider, Mrs Mills.

She could give evidence
over a video link, if it helps.

She would like to try to
give evidence in person.

How long might you need?

Well, she's very nervous
of the defendants.

Well, I'm reluctant to become
a hostage to her nerves.

The very principal of our judicial system
is that the defendants have the opportunity

to face their accuser.

I think, in view of the
hour, Mrs Mills, it might

be a sensible time to
adjourn till the morning.

Come in.

My lord, I'm sorry
to bother you.

The Section 20, the wife beater
you were after, has come free.

I thought Judge Home
was dealing with it?

He's hearing a
protracted legal argument.

I don't think I really want it.

They are awaiting
a disposal today.

We'd be most grateful
to Your Lordship.

Very well.

Having heard the
mitigation, for what it's worth,

are there exceptional circumstances
why Mr Abbott should not go to prison?

Beating his wife notwithstanding,
he can't be all bad.

Mr Abbott, what do you say?

I'm very, very
sorry for what I did.

I had been drinking.

But that's no excuse for it.

It's a start.

I would like to hear
from somebody else.

I'm Inspector Troy Martin, my
lord. I was the charging officer.

The defendant was helpful and cooperated
fully. He was clearly full of remorse.

This was after he'd sobered up?

My lord?

Mr Abbott said
he'd been drinking.

I don't know. He wasn't drunk
when I saw him at the station.

The police don't often respond to
domestic violence, do they, Inspector?

We try to police all crime
according to the priorities.

As Your Lordship knows,
we're not bound to prosecute.

A bit of domestic
isn't high priority?

Most of it's husbands and wives
fighting when they've been drinking.

When the wife gets a bashing, and
the police don't arrive in time to stop it.

We do stop a lot of it, my lord.

Hmm.

What were the circumstances of
your involvement with Mr Abbott?

We were called to the hospital by
the A&E doctor who treated Mrs Abbott.

And Mr Abbott was
giving comfort, now sober.

It wasn't me who
went to the hospital.

Then it might have been more
sensible to have the person here who did.

Was Mrs Abbott hospitalised?

Doesn't anyone know? I don't seem
to have any medical notes for her...

Yes, she was, sir.

To my unending shame.

You're making the
right noises for the court

to deal with you in an
appropriate way, Mr Abbott.

Oh, God.

I'd better see some reports.
I'll adjourn sentencing until I do.

My lord, if it could
be disposed of now?

No. I'm afraid it
can't, Mr Maudling.

All rise.

I'm amazed you spend
so much time here, Row.

I was in the county liaising.

John, I thought he was walking.
I've assured people he was.

It's minor domestic, it makes
no difference to anyone.

Not even his wife?

If I'm to let him walk, I need to
find exceptional circumstances.

I'm sure you don't want
it mentioned in court

that he's an exceptionally
important snitch.

Good afternoon.

Sir Ian Rochester,
please. It's Row Colemore.

I assume the day didn’t go well?

It's not working with John Deed.

- I'm surprised you thought it would, Row.
- He's a friend.

I'm afraid I can't
influence him.

Look, can we get the case
in front of another judge?

Abbott's not effective
with this over him.

Short of a major accident,

not even the Lord Chancellor
could take the case away from him.

We need to find a way
to outmanoeuvre Deed.

Miss Gainer, if you
feel you have to stop,

or you need help with
anything, you please let me know.

In your own time, Miss Gainer,

will you tell us what happened to
you on the night of February the 14th?

I was supposed to meet a friend
outside the Blue Haze club at 10:00.

But she didn't show
up. But I went in anyway.

I knew Rock who looked after the door,
so I knew I'd see someone I know in there.

And my friend's brother
Tim was there with the others.

Which others? Can
you identify them?

Paul and Colin.

- How well did you know these men?
- I only knew Tim.

He'd asked me out a few times.

Fat chance.

If you as much as utter another
sound during this testimony

you'll be downstairs before you
draw your second breath, so button it.

He thought he was it.

You know, but talking to someone
is better than being on your own.

The other two were okay.
Colin was quiet and nice.

When he said something
sweet, Tim would make a crack.

Did you accept drinks off
these men, Miss Gainer?

My lord.

Mrs Mills, you know better
than to lead the witness.

Miss Gainer, did you have
any drinks that evening?

Yes, I had a few.

- Did you buy them for yourself?
- No, they wouldn't let me.

That's...

Just because they bought me drinks
doesn't mean they could do what they did.

Can you tell us how many
drinks they bought you?

Um... about three or four.

Were you at the
bar all the while?

No. It's a dance
club, so we danced.

I danced with all three of them.

- Together or separately?
- Well, both.

It was after the third drink
that I started to feel a bit funny.

I'd been dancing with Colin,
then we went back to the bar

and I finished my drink.

And then I just needed some air.

Um...

Sorry. So Tim offered...

to take me outside, um...

then I woke up in
the back of Colin's car

with hardly any clothes on.

Where were the three defendants?

Colin was trying to get...

He was trying to get clothes on
me but the other two were outside

kicking a lager can.

Um...

Colin kept saying that nothing
happened. That they didn't do anything.

He volunteered that?

Yeah.

But I knew that it had,

what they'd done.

Um...

Tim got angry and he was saying

that I got hot and
threw my clothes off,

then passed out.

- Did he say for how long you were out?
- No, they kept changing the time,

and laughing at me and
saying that nothing happened.

But I know that it did.

Um...

because I hurt down there.

Well, I just felt really weird.

Like...

I don't know. I just felt weird.

Isn't the truth
of this situation

that you asked them for sex
and they turned you down?

No.

Isn't that why you hang out with
Jenny Collier, to get to her brother?

No!

Didn't Jenny Collier tell you
repeatedly you wouldn't pull her brother?

No, that's not true.

How many times did
you have sex that night?

I don't know. Ask them!

Didn't you in fact
agree and overdo it,

even for your own
voracious appetite?

Didn't you in fact feel
self-loathing and disgust

and pick on these three chumps in
order to assuage your own feeling?

That is not true! I didn't
go with anyone else.

Can you even count the
number of men you've been with?

- My lord...
- It's enough, Mr Machin.

My lord, my client is innocent,
as are his co-defendants.

This witness is a fantasist.

Okay. Would the
jury go out, please?

I let that go on, hoping you'd show some
regard for the witness's sensibilities.

She's shown none for my clients.

And how did you find those,
Mr Machin? With a pickaxe?

Under the Human Rights Act, we
must be allowed to represent our clients.

In my court, counsel does that with
reasonable regard to a vulnerable witness.

Not by hectoring and badgering.

If you can't constrain yourself,
let one of the others lead.

Now, get out. Get
yourself a cup of tea.

I know I need one.

Look, even for him
he's getting quite tetchy.

I'm really getting to him.

We'll have this on a retrial
if he keeps interrupting.

Judge, the Section 20 is being
hawked around the other judges.

He can't do that.

Tell the List Clerk I want to
see him. No, I'll do it myself.

- Where's the Listing Clerk?
- He's been taken ill, my lord.

He'll be a permanent invalid
when I've done with him.

- Is he canvassing a case I've started?
- I would hope not, my lord.

He just felt that
domestic violence for

sentencing wasn't worthy
of your superior mind.

Well, it's getting it. This is
a gross lapse in etiquette.

I'll talk to the
Circuit President.

Aren't you making a
fuss about nothing, John?

No, there's a principle at stake, that
nobody can take a case once I've started.

I find it easier to let these
people organise the work.

Well, we did, Michael. We let them
organise the digs and the food's inedible.

I'm sure you're right.

- I'm only going for a drink.
- Is that wise, my lord?

Come on, Stephen. One's not gonna
hurt me. You can't. You're on duty.

Give me the keys.

That was quick.

I hope it's my call you were
waiting for. It's John Deed.

Yes, I don't know
anyone else as confident.

Is that good or bad?

Not necessarily bad.

Would you like to have
dinner with me? Or a drink?

- I'm not sure if I should.
- I'm certain you should.

My lord?

The Lord Chancellor
asked me to have a word.

You must stop resisting
your security personnel.

- Why, with all these cameras watching us?
- It's for your own safety, Sir John.

- Is this an official warning, Sir Ian?
- That would be for the Lord Chancellor.

But I am at a loss to know why
you're so keen on this Section 20.

You know as well as
I do what's going on.

I have to find just cause
for a non-custodial sentence.

That would save
a lot of red faces...

my lord.

I still don't have the
papers I asked for.

Enough time has elapsed
for them to have arrived.

They seem to be lost, my lord.

Then how will Mr
Abbott get a fair hearing?

The defendant
has pleaded guilty.

Then how will I arrive at an
appropriate sentence? Or will you tell me?

No one thought
we'd need the papers.

I said yesterday I
wanted the papers.

I have another case. I want everyone
to remain in the vicinity of the court

to be called back the
moment they are found.

Then we will settle
Mr Abbott's sentence.

Are you all right, Judge?

Have you read the
papers in the Abbott case?

Oh, word is he did some
awful things to his wife.

You do wonder about people.

I want counsel in here when we
resume with the Abbott trial, Coop.

My lord, the main witness for the
prosecution is not yet fully recovered.

Might we extend the adjournment
in the hope that she will recover?

Is there a reasonable
chance of that?

The doctor sedated
her. I'm afraid it's causing

as many problems
as it's solving, my lord.

Very well. I'll adjourn
until 10 tomorrow morning.

Then we will have to take
a view about the witness

and whether she can continue.

Till the morning.

All rise!

John, are they here?

Double or quits the
case collapses tomorrow.

His Lordship would like
to see you in chambers.

It would've saved more time if
I'd had the papers from the start.

I have to ask if this is an appropriate
case for a guilty plea to be entered?

The CPS feels it's
appropriate, my lord.

They seen the papers? Or
were they told they were lost?

They thought it would be a
reasonable result in the circumstances.

- Mrs Abbott is not a reliable witness.
- You surprise me, Mr Brett-Smith.

How do you think you'd fare if you'd
been held down, beaten with an iron bar

and had boiling water
poured on your crotch?

Or possibly the man is not guilty,
on the grounds of automatism.

Why don't we test
him in court on the

original Section 18
charge in the indictment?

My lord, the CPS must
determine the charge.

- Then go and do it.
- But, my lord, it's been done.

- The prosecution is content with the plea.
- I'm not. Go look at it again.

John.

With such volume
going through the courts,

how do you suppose the system
would cope without plea bargaining?

Hasn't the Attorney
General issued guidelines

that plea bargaining
shouldn't happen?

It only happens in instances where
justice isn't likely to be compromised.

How and in what form cases reach
the judge should not concern the judge.

Shame on you, Ian, for
taking such a narrow view.

It should be a matter
of concern to all judges.

If judges took a more rigorous approach
there'd be fewer miscarriages of justice.

If you persist in this, it could
blight your career like no other.

I'll take that chance.

What is it that you want, man?

- A display that says you're in charge?
- I am in charge.

I will ensure justice is done.

It's hoped you won't
send this man to prison.

There's something
bigger at stake here.

There is nothing bigger
than a just outcome.

Aren't you being
politically naive, Sir John?

No, I'm resisting political
interference from the Executive.

Have you seen the injuries
that woman sustained?

Of course not. Why would I?

I cannot in all conscience allow
the perpetrator to walk unquestioned.

I don't believe you don't realise you
can't change the charge at this late stage.

- I want to examine all of the evidence.
- You can't, and there's an end to it.

I didn't realise you
were so dangerous.

Will that make you more likely or
less likely to have dinner with me?

I'd best rescue Ian

in case he hits someone.

Excuse me.

Ah, John.

I've had an email, the Lord Chancellor's
office, asking me to persuade you

to release the Section 20
unless you proceed to sentence.

- Did the Lord Chancellor sign it?
- I suspect it came from Sir Ian Rochester.

Are you gonna persuade me?

Would you be persuaded?

Like you, I take the view that
the Executive mustn't interfere.

The department are afraid that
you're going to be setting a precedent

as to what charge can
or cannot be brought.

They're trying to erode the right of
a judge to examine those charges

so we can ensure a just outcome.

They want the whole question
in the hands of the CPS.

There are political reasons
why this man should walk.

The CPS is politically
compromised.

You're an idealist,
John. That terrifies them.

Miss Gainer, you
stated you felt strange

after your third drink
at the club that night.

- How many had you had before that?
- Two or three.

So, in fact, you felt a little strange
after your sixth Bacardi Breezer.

And the next thing you knew,
you were in Colin Gee's car,

scantily dressed with Mr Gee
trying to get you back into your kit.

Yes, that's what
happened. It did.

With no single shred of
evidence to support what you say.

Why should people
believe your version

over three young men we
presume are as truthful as you?

- They put a drug in my drink.
- But there's no evidence for that.

Just your word.

By your own admission you're a
very frequent flyer, isn't that so?

But I didn't do anything wrong.

You approached Tim in the club that
night. Meeting his sister was just a ploy.

No, we were supposed to meet.

She's not a prosecution
witness, why is that?

I don't know.
She's Tim's sister.

Does that mean she
wouldn't tell the truth?

We was going to meet.

Isn't it true, Miss
Gainer, that you've been

after lassoing Tim
Collier for a long while?

- No.
- You're a sexual predator who preys on men

and when you couldn't get this
particular man, you concocted this fantasy.

No!

You're prepared to ruin
this young man's life,

and two besides,
because you didn't get it on.

- No! No!
- Yes! Yes!

- Yes!
- Enough, Mr Machin.

- You'd do anything for sex.
- Mr Machin!

Will the jury go out, please?

My lord, because this witness is
vulnerable, it doesn't make her right.

You scarcely allow her to answer your
questions, if they are questions at all.

The fact is she
hasn't got answers.

Is it time to call it
a day, Mrs Mills?

Miss Gainer wants
to see it through.

Is she able to without
greater damage?

She realises she's not the best witness,
but she still has a right to be heard.

- My lord...
- It might take a long time,

but then, justice shouldn't
have time constraints.

I'll adjourn until after lunch
to give her time to recover.

- Are you directing me to go easy?
- Don't push your luck, Mr Machin.

We're in and out
like a fiddler's elbow.

Stand up, please, Mr Abbott.

We're going to proceed with sentencing on
the charge to which you've pleaded guilty.

In order to arrive at a fair
way of disposing of you,

I need to ask a few
questions that weren't

answered in the psychiatric
or medical reports.

With respect, my lord,
I'm defence counsel.

Yes, Mr Maudling.

You mind if I ask you a few questions?
I'll try not to burden your patience.

Was your guilty plea a true
act of contrition on your part,

or was it simply something that you
were persuaded to do for convenience?

Yes, it was true, sir. I'm
very sorry for what I did.

- You realise what you did to your wife?
- I don't know what came over me, my lord.

It was as if it wasn't me.

It wasn't as a result of
the damning evidence

that you decided to
make a clean breast of it?

No, sir. As soon as I realised
what I did, I was so ashamed...

I wanted to die.

Is this a recurring pattern
in your relationship?

You beating your wife
and then showing remorse?

No, my lord, this
is the very first time.

There are a number of old
injuries on her medical report.

Do you know how
they were sustained?

Nat drinks a lot.

She sometimes goes wild.

Oh, I see.

Very wild?

She certainly does, my lord.

I must be losing
interest in the law, Jo.

I don't wanna go back into court again
this afternoon and listen to more lies.

I want to take
you off to a hotel.

I thought your interest lay
elsewhere. Francesca Rochester?

Well, I like sweet Kentish cherries
but when they're not available...

Word is you're in trouble
with your sentencing.

- Who said that?
- Clerk at Number 8.

- Will you send him down?
- I ought to for talking about me.

I'm serious, John.

Why look for trouble?

Abbott seems without
any conscience.

But he gets to walk?

I'm not sure that giving him the set
tariff would help either him or his wife.

It might stop him
beating her up again.

Then he'll come out in
two years and murder her.

Well, if I'm not
taking you to a hotel...

There is no case to answer.

The prosecution has failed
to establish a prima facie case,

unless we are to
believe the word of a

serially sexually active
woman over three men

simply because
she's the accuser.

Oh, I agree with you, Mr Machin.

Can't simply take the word of one
side, we must hear from both sides.

Am I to hear any submissions
from the other defendants?

My lord, in view of the hour might an
adjournment until tomorrow be better?

No, we've lost
enough time as it is.

Mr Westland,

would you tell the court in what
circumstances you had sex with Miss Gainer?

It was last Christmas.

I was in the pub with my mate, she
was there. I bought her a couple of drinks,

we went back to
my place afterwards.

Did you have consensual sex?

What?

Oh! Did she agree?

Yeah. Yeah, she did.

Did you have sex with
her again after that?

No, sir.

Why is that, Mr
Westland? Didn't fancy her?

She accused me of
drugging and raping her.

Had you drugged and raped her?

You're kidding.

She practically begged me.

Mr Westland, I agreed
an application earlier

to take you out of order because
you were going on holiday.

Anywhere nice?

Yes, my lord, to Ibiza.

Miss Gainer alleges you drugged
her. Did you in fact give her drugs?

My lord, I object to
this unfair intervention.

Yes, the stenographer has noted it, Mr
Machin. I'd like an answer, Mr Westland.

No.

Of course I didn't.

I wouldn't know how.

I'm sorry about this. Would
you mind going outside again?

Mrs Mills, would you care to make
an application concerning this witness?

I don't have one.

Mr Westland is believed
to be a man of good

character, as far as
the prosecution knows.

Is that right, Mr Westland?
Remember, you are still under oath.

My lord, this is an
outrageous exercise of office.

I must be a very bad
judge, Mr Machin.

Mr Westland, do you have any
convictions for drug offences?

Two.

For supplying.

Well, I think the jury should
come back and hear about them.

How did you know he
had drug convictions?

- Was it a guess?
- No.

One of the first rules
of cross-examination,

never ask a question
unless you know the answer.

He appeared before
me a couple of years ago.

When his mother named him,

she obviously thought to give
him something that stuck out.

I'm hardly likely to
forget Digby Westland.

Lady Rochester rang, Judge.

She said dinner
would be perfect.

Yes, she's on the board of the Probation
Service. She asked me to talk to them.

About sentencing.

Ian's furious at the way you're handling
what he calls "a simple sentencing".

Does he know
we're having dinner?

It's in the diary.

This case is far from simple.

He sees these things
in black and white.

It can be very frustrating.

He always said he'd
make a lousy judge.

Too many of us see
things in black and white.

We don't ask half
enough questions.

Ian thinks you should trust
the prosecuting authorities.

Don't they have prejudices
like everybody else?

You're not going to tell
me you're prejudiced?

Blimey, not me, guv.

If I plied you with liberal amounts
of wine and got you into bed,

would that constitute
a breach of ethics?

Is that what you intend?

Well, I'd best warn you,

wine makes me sleepy.

Shit.

- Deed.
- Is my wife with you?

Would you like to speak to her?

I'd prefer if she switched
on her own phone.

Your husband would like
you to switch your phone on.

I left it in the car.

I'm at a loss to
know how to proceed.

In the light of what
I've seen and heard, I

wonder if a Newton
hearing might not be best.

- My lord, is that really necessary?
- Yes.

He was persuaded to plead
on the expectation of a discount.

I'm not satisfied that the mitigation
made logical sense against the evidence.

I can order a Newton notwithstanding
the defence or prosecution.

With respect, my lord, we have
agreed the factual basis of the plea.

And the problem is that your agreed
factual basis makes no kind of sense.

It isn't what
happened, on any view.

My lord, this does seem to be
breaking the rules of pleading.

It seems to me that this was a device
to shorten court time and save money.

Not the best basis for justice.

I will examine the principal
witness here, at 9 a.m. tomorrow.

My lord, might we
continue this in chambers?

Yes.

- So you can stitch me up?
- No one's stitching you up.

In my room.

The serious problem we have is that
Mrs Abbott is not a reliable witness.

- That's why the deal was entered into.
- It is a dilemma, Mr Brett-Smith.

The solution may not simply
be to send this man to prison.

I'm now persuaded
to that view, my lord.

Well, the prisoner's a
victim of his own emotions.

You could argue
that before a jury.

But I have compromised
the prosecution now.

Then I will examine the witness
under the Newton revisions,

and deal with this man
as I feel is appropriate.

Who suggested taking
Carol out of the club?

She was looking really done in.

- She had been drinking earlier?
- Yeah, she was having it large.

- How do you know? Were you with her?
- No, she told me.

You can tell. She was
relaxed. Behaving more like me.

Did you take her out
for air on your own?

No, Paul helped me. She wasn't
too steady on her feet by then.

- Did anyone else notice her state?
- You're joking, aren't you?

The club was jammed. Loads of
people outside were waiting to get in.

Someone did ask if she was on E.

What happened outside?

Well, she got totally silly.

Started throwing her clothes
off. We tried to stop her,

but she just kept saying, "Don't you
love me? Don't you love me, Tim?"

So we walked her to the car.

With the intention
of having sex?

No. It was a cold night.
She would have froze.

- How often do you have sex, Mr Collier?
- What?

Your barrister subjected the principal
prosecution witness to just such a line.

I'm sure Mrs Mills has an
equally valid reason for asking.

Well, as often as
I can, I suppose.

- How often is that?
- I don't know.

Is it once a night? Twice a
night? Once a week? Ever?

My lord, she's not
letting him answer.

Let him answer one of
the questions, Mrs Mills.

This is exactly as he
treated Miss Gainer.

Yes, but you know better.

- Was it once a week, Mr Collier?
- I can't remember.

- You're a homosexual, Mr Collier?
- My lord.

Well, it might go
towards his defence.

No, of course I'm not a homo.

So you're a red-blooded,
heterosexual male?

One who can't remember
how often he has sex.

But who expects
the jury to believe

that when an attractive young
woman bludgeons you with offers of sex,

you turn her down?

Fat chance she had.

Isn't the truth of this that
a chance, fat or otherwise,

is the one thing you
never gave Carol Gainer?

We didn't rape Carol.

We just walked her about in
the fresh air to get her sober.

Thank you, Mr Bailey.

- How's your love life, Mr Bailey?
- I've been married five years.

I know lots of married couples
who have abysmal sex lives.

It's very good, miss.

Did Carol need fully supporting

when she was being walked
around in the fresh air?

Yeah, I'd say so.
She was well gone.

- Who actually supported her?
- Tim, Colin and me.

I mean, we all had hold of
her. She was like a dead weight.

- And how long did you walk her around for?
- 10, 15 minutes, I suppose.

So, just when was it that she
started throwing off her clothes?

It was when she
came out the club.

- And you stopped her, did you?
- Mm-hm. Yeah.

- It was you who stopped her undressing?
- Yeah, with the others.

I see.

Then how was she
undressed in the car

when Colin Gee was trying
to put her clothes back on?

Or did Colin take her
clothes off in the car?

No, no, she must
have done that herself.

But you said she was
out of it, like a dead weight.

Well, that implies that
she was unconscious.

Yeah, well, not really.

I mean, she was waking up, ripping at
her clothes, you know, saying she was hot.

- So the drug must have acted quickly.
- No, we didn't give her any drug.

- Was it in the car that you all raped her?
- No, of course not.

Look, I'm happily married.

So you said, but lots of married men
like to take the opportunities elsewhere.

Well, I didn't.

- Did you help Tim and Colin rape her?
- No.

All three of you were the whole
time taking care of her welfare?

Yes.

- You're sure of that?
- We didn't touch her.

At what point did
Colin join you outside?

Well, he didn't, he was
there the whole time.

- Are you sure of that?
- Yeah, of course.

Look, we didn't touch her.

Tim Collier said Colin
didn't come out of the club.

You and he brought Carol out.

No, Colin was there all right.

You certain?

Do you wish me to read
back what was said?

No, Colin was
there the whole time.

So Tim Collier is mistaken?

Well, yeah, he must be.

I think.

Mr Bailey, would you mind telling
the court what your interests are?

Football, TV. I can't afford
much else since I lost my job.

- What was your last job?
- I was a messenger, my lord.

- Why did you leave?
- I was made redundant.

- What did you do before that?
- I worked at the hospital with Colin.

- Did you have access to drugs there?
- No, sir, I was a porter.

And why did you leave that job?

Well, we had a disagreement.

What about?

Well, they said I nicked
some money from a patient.

Well, I never.

When did you last
take drugs, Mr Bailey?

I don't have any
convictions for drugs.

That wasn't what I asked.

My lord, my client
is not a drug user.

Let him answer, Miss Yesayahoo.

I never took drugs, my lord.

Not even aspirin?
We all take those.

Oh, you know, I
thought you meant...

When did you last take
a drug of any description?

Last night, my lord,
some paracetamol.

- Where'd you get the tablets?
- I don't remember.

- But you do remember taking them?
- Yeah, they were only for a headache.

Then where did you get them?

Colin, I think. Yeah,
he gave them to me.

Have you got any of
these headache tablets left?

Usher.

- They're only paracetamol.
- But taken from the hospital.

- Thank you.
- Yeah, well, if you've got a headache,

then they give them to you.

For a friend's headache, too?

My lord, if I may, there's a
matter of law I'd like to raise.

Oh, really?

Would you mind going
out yet again, please?

My lord, I must protest the bias against
the witness being shown from the bench.

I'm simply trying
to get at the truth.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Thanks.

- Mr Radcliff, do you know who I am?
- Yes, of course, Sir Ian.

I very much appreciated your application
to join our research department.

It was nicely drafted.

Well, I'm flattered you
took the time to read it, sir.

Well, I make a point
of vetting personally

everyone we're about to place in
a position of great responsibility.

Simon Dymock, my
former Circuit Administrator,

tells me you're both discreet
and reliable, Mr Radcliff.

Well, every job is what
you make of it, Sir Ian.

With that approach, I'm sure
you'll do exceeding well with us.

How closely do you
observe Mr Justice Deed?

I believe close observation of the
manner in which he conducts himself

to be part of the job, sir.

We know his behaviour
leaves a lot to be desired.

I've never been with
a judge quite like him.

There's a personal matter concerning
Deed which requires close attention.

I believe my wife's
having an affair with him.

Do you need evidence
for the divorce, sir?

One feels totally violated.

Of course, I can't ask you to act
in an official capacity in any way.

But if you were able to give
me any information of any kind,

I would be most grateful.

I know someone in a better position to
observe His Lordship when he's off duty.

Ashurst.

Steve, it's Willy Radcliff,
can you spare a moment?

Can I call you back
in about 10 minutes?

You're about early, John.

I've got a lot to get through
before my date rape case.

Are the sausages
any more edible today?

Don't ask me.

Charlie's on my case
about becoming a veggie.

God knows what that'll
do to your social life.

- How's she getting on with the law?
- Settling into her new course, quoting me.

Well, what's the point
in having an illustrious

dad if she can't use
you to win arguments?

I'm still hearing complaints
about that guilty plea.

I'm still giving cause, Michael.

Sir Ian Rochester came
to see me yesterday.

He's still hoping that you
might finally prove amenable.

Nobody's more amenable
when I get my way.

Don't worry, it'll
all be sorted today.

Sit down if you want to.

There should be water there.

I have to ask you some
questions, Mrs Abbott.

- I'm sorry for being so weak.
- Don't worry.

In your own time, can you tell me about
your relationship with your husband?

Well, in the beginning
we had a great time.

He had a really wicked sense of humour. He
made me see the funny side of everything.

But when I got pregnant,
he suddenly accused

me of being unfaithful,
for no reason.

Were you unfaithful?

I hadn't even looked at
another man, well, not then.

Peter was all I wanted.

His accusations
came out of nowhere.

In a garage one day,
we were getting petrol,

the bloke behind us asked me to
move forward while Peter was paying,

and he... Peter went berserk.

I thought he was gonna kill him.

I tried stopping him, and he
started hitting me and accusing me.

I had a miscarriage.

I couldn't have children after
that, and he seemed to blame me.

He kept saying if I hadn't had the
affair, it wouldn't have happened.

But he was being paranoid,
I hadn't had an affair then.

Did he hit you often?

For no reason. Anything
could set him off.

He had big mood swings. He even
saw a psychiatrist as an outpatient.

He stabilised for a while.

A friend said I should leave him. When
I finally tried to, he beat me up more.

Did you seek legal help?

I tried, but the police
warned them off.

He said they'd
always find me if I left.

When I...

When I met someone else, Peter
found out and threatened to kill him.

He beat me and beat me.

I tried to run out of the house,

but he dragged me back.

He dragged me along to the kitchen,
that's where I belonged, he said.

He boiled the kettle, and he
poured boiling water on me.

- Were you conscious, Mrs Abbott?
- Most of the time.

I think...

Well, I think Peter
took me to the hospital.

Um...

I don't remember much more apart
from what I learnt around the hospital.

I was in a coma for a month.

I had to have...

12 different skin grafts

on my stomach and thighs.

- I think that's enough, Mrs Abbott.
- No, I might not be able to do this again.

- Are you in physical pain?
- Yeah, I'm always in pain.

It's knowing he might do it to
me again, that's what I can't stand.

What's taking so long?

We were supposed to start at 10.

They're still dealing with
a case for sentencing.

It's a guilty plea,
doesn't take five minutes.

Not with this judge, he's
very thorough and fair.

Word is he's trying to find a
way of not sending him to prison.

He's trying to do our minds.

Oi, don't be a mug.

I fail to understand

why the Crown Prosecution Service
consider you unreliable, Mrs Abbott.

I wish I could tell
you that it's all over,

but I might need to
ask you some more

questions after I've
questioned your husband.

Thank you.

I thought we'd reached an
accommodation on this wretched sentencing.

I don't think I
agreed to anything.

Chaos will result, sir.

Financial and judicial chaos.

- Already this case has cost thousands.
- There is more at stake here.

You can't play fast and loose
with other people's wives.

Lives, lives.

Barristers need to be elsewhere.

You conduct this
sentencing like a trial.

I'm attempting
to deliver justice.

We won't let you gum
up the works, Judge.

- Don't call me Judge, I have a title.
- I'm sorry, my lord.

But without such arrangements, the criminal
justice system would grind to a halt.

Then where would the justice
be you're so at pains to preserve?

Exactly where it's always been,

in the hands of judges brave
enough to resist the Executive.

The abstract principle of justice is
something to which we all aspire.

What a sad world it would
be if we didn't have ideals.

I didn't sign on for a 300% drop in my
pay packet to become a legal lackey.

We would all like the judicial
system to be a Rolls-Royce.

All we can afford is an
overheated Vauxhall.

The economics are no more my
concern than jurisprudence is yours.

This is the real world.

No one denies you're making
a valid point. We've taken note.

That's exactly what
you haven't done, Sir Ian.

It makes not a jot of difference

if this fellow goes to prison
for two years or goes scot-free.

- It does to someone.
- No.

I'm asking you, Sir John, to
accept the principle at stake here.

To call it a principle is to honour it
too highly. It's a shabby arrangement.

It's a collection of ad hoc
and pragmatic decisions.

But your conclusion,
unless appealed,

will set precedent for any
judge or magistrate to follow.

Good, I hope so.

I took an oath to serve justice and
the sovereign, not government hacks.

One of the strongest principles
of the British constitution

is that no sort of influence be brought
to bear upon judges by the Executive.

I am a servant of the Crown, but
it's not a master-servant relationship.

The Crown hasn't had that
sort of power over judges

since James I lost his battles
with Chief Justice Coke in 1607.

It chiselled the independence
of the judiciary into bedrock.

It is not an instrument of the state,
no matter how much you'd like it to be.

As Denning says, I have a constitutional
liberty to be free in thought,

independent in judgement
and free from fear.

Look to my authority, go on. Queen
and Newton 1982. It's over there.

The Court of Appeal says that in a
case where a guilty plea has been entered

a judge can hear evidence
on both sides, with witnesses

and act as his own
jury, in both fact and law.

You're not doing that.

You're hearing evidence to
charges not even on the indictment.

The man pleaded guilty.

The only submission should be
from medics or the Probation Service.

Show me where it says I can't
hear submissions or evidence on oath

from the witness box.

Your office, as
powerful as it is,

does not give you the right to
bring chaos to the lives of others.

- Have you come to beat me up as well?
- Is that what he did?

Put me under notice to give
your informant the right result.

Not my informant, John.

- What, you don't want him out now?
- I wish.

MI5 have wind of something big.

Abbott had infiltrated the Real
IRA, they need him over there.

Ah.

Well, I still have to find the
authority to get the LCD off my back,

then I can deal with
your man appropriately.

I was gonna invite you
out to dinner tonight.

I already have a dinner
engagement, Row.

- Won't need you tonight, Stephen.
- But my lord, it's what I'm here for.

You do make my
love life rather difficult.

I'm sorry, my lord.

You know I'll only
ditch you later on.

I have to ask where you'll be.

First of all the Grange, and after
that, well, depends on how lucky I get.

Yes, my lord.

What the hell?
Let's take the Jag.

Willy Radcliff.

Lady Rochester just
arrived to meet Deed.

Oh, yes, makes you sleepy.

It's nice to find a middle-aged man who not
only listens but remembers what you say.

- Have you got a room here?
- That really would be pushing my luck.

I'm not very
experienced at this.

Do you wanna come
back to my place?

Your official residence?
That might cause a scandal.

Well, I was thinking
of my own apartment.

I'd have to call a cab to
give my detective the slip.

Thank you.

♪ She takes the taxi
to the good hotel ♪

What's the cement that
keeps you and Ian together?

Money, laziness, bad habit.

Mostly money.

Money. Money!

It's not that unusual.

No, no, no, it's the
name of the authority

I've been looking for.
The Queen and Money.

The judge resisted pressure from
the Home Secretary and was upheld.

Do you mind if we go by
the court and check it out?

Wasn't quite what I had in mind.

I'm sorry, sir, I
don't know you.

I don't know you either.

I can't let you in.
I'm not allowed to.

Oh, this is ridiculous.
He's Mr Justice Deed.

It's all right. I'll call Coop
and get her to bring her key.

I didn't want to create
a fuss. It's the rules.

Yeah, quite right, Ben.

Judges are the first to
complain if we break them.

I'm sorry about the
confusion, my lord.

No, you were quite right
to question who I am.

Do you want me to help, Judge?

No, it's all right, thanks,
Coop. I can manage.

- Isn't your detective with you?
- No, I lost him. Doesn't matter.

Is this fun or what?

Ah.

- Have you found it?
- Well, I found Mr Money.

But it's not the authority.

- Perhaps it's another Money.
- Perhaps it isn't Money at all.

Yes, it is.

Yes, look. The Queen and
Money in the Court of Appeal.

Yes, brilliant.

Sir Ian Rochester rang, Judge.

He asked if you could delay
the hearing. He wants a meeting.

My pleasure.

Warn both sets we might
be delayed, will you, please?

- More delays. Why is he doing it?
- It's not a problem. Stay cool.

Well, he must know something.

I mean, the way he looks right at
you, like he's reading your thoughts.

Yeah, he knows, all right.

- I mean, how did he know about Digby?
- Colin, shut it.

The Queen against
Cornwall is the authority that

says you can't conduct
a sentencing like a trial.

Mr Justice Goddard was
stopped from so doing in '58.

This is superseded by
Money in the Court of Appeal

in front of Scarman in 1984.

They ruled the judge's conduct
of the Newton hearing was correct.

Newton is a trial before the judge on
the facts, once guilt has been admitted.

It's not supposed to be
conducted by you playing

all the parts, prosecution,
defence, judge.

We're not that much at the
heart of Europe yet, thank God.

Well, I'm not sure that
the Continentals don't

get at the truth better
than we do in our system.

Anyway, I've got no
choice. The prosecution

and the defence are
playing on the same side.

- You'll be overturned.
- I doubt it. My authority is clear.

Was my wife here?

These were my
grandmother's earrings.

It was Lady Rochester
who found my authority.

Mrs Abbott, before
you went to hospital

when your husband last beat you,
for how long had you been screaming?

It's all right. You can answer it from
there. Remember, you're still under oath.

About an hour, I think.
I'm not sure, my lord.

And trying to get
out of the house?

Well, a lot of the time.

Did no one come to help you?

Someone came to the house. Peter
spoke to them but they didn't come in.

I see. Thank you.

Do we have the psychiatrist
who saw Mr Abbott?

There's two.

Dr Oellink, the psychiatrist who
treated Abbott, she would like a word.

Dr Malcolm was
called by the police.

Dr Malcolm first.

Dr Malcolm, you were
called to see Mr Abbott?

Yes, the police were concerned
in case he hurt himself.

- Was that your opinion, Doctor?
- No. When I saw him he was calm.

That's something he was
quickly able to do, get control.

Does Mr Abbott have
any psychiatric condition

that renders him
likely to harm his wife?

He has paranoid tendencies.
Sometimes he doesn't know who he is.

He can be charming and
responsive one minute,

and then quickly go beyond
reason, beyond control, the next.

There are schizophrenic
tendencies present in his personality.

Is he likely to benefit
from treatment?

He has been receiving treatment
with some success, I believe.

Do you want to examine
this witness, Mr Maudling?

No.

Dr... Oellink?

I saw Mr Abbott for two years
as a psychiatric outpatient.

He is violent and manipulative,
especially with women.

There is a real danger he might
injure his wife again if he isn't treated.

- What is it that happened?
- The CCTV camera showed them making love.

Is there a tape?

Anything that moves in the building
after 6 p.m. gets onto tape, Sir Ian.

Where is it?

Well, the security
office won't release it.

They will if they know
what's good for them.

It's Data Protection law. I can't
release any tape without a court order.

Better do as he says,
Ben. He's Sir Ian Rochester.

I'm sorry, sir. The tapes
go to a security vault, sir.

Not even the supervisor could
release it without proper authority.

I am that authority.

Make sure it stays secure till I
get back here with authorisation.

In the nine years since leaving school,
Mr Gee, how many jobs have you had?

Two, sir. One in maintenance with Glaxo for
four years, then my job at the hospital.

- And have you been out of work at all?
- No, sir.

What about the police?
Any trouble there?

No, sir. I've always
tried to obey the law.

What, nothing for dope?
We've all tried that at some time.

Speak for yourself, Mr Machin.

I tried pot when I was
15 and I didn't like it.

I tried it again at a party,
but still didn't get into it.

At which point did you
leave the club that night?

I helped carry Carol up
the stairs and outside.

You're sure of that?

I think so.

Would you speak up
please, for the jury?

- I think so.
- You think so?

We'd all been drinking.

Tim Collier said he
and Paul Bailey helped

her out, that you stayed
behind. Why is that?

- I don't know, miss.
- Is Mr Collier mistaken on this point?

He must be. I was
there. Nothing happened.

- Is he mistaken on other points?
- No. We didn't touch her.

She was drunk and you walked
her around to get her sober.

- Yes. We did.
- You put her in the car where you had sex.

No, no. We put her in the car to
try and get some clothes on her.

- Who took her clothes off her?
- She did.

What, even though she
was drugged and had to

be carried up the steps
and supported outside?

- How did she manage that, Mr Gee?
- I don't know. I don't. She just did.

Well, she was being supported
under her arms, feet dragging.

She had on a tight dress that
had to come over her head,

tights which must come
over her feet, pants, a bra.

She'd have to be an
octopus to get her clothes off.

Let's get real.

There was no street detritus on
her clothes. They came off in the car.

The other two held her and
you undressed her, isn't that so?

No, no. It wasn't me.

- Then which of your two friends was it?
- No one. None of us touched her.

Mr Gee, Carol Gainer was under the
influence of drink and the drug Rohypnol.

She couldn't have
undressed herself.

Either you or your friends
had to have undressed her.

No. I never touched her.

On a point of
clarification, Mr Gee,

what order did you come up
the narrow stairs of the club?

Tim led with his arm
under Carol's shoulder.

Paul was pushing her
up, I was behind them.

Momentarily forgotten. Are you an
easily forgotten sort of person, Mr Gee?

I don't easily get noticed
until something goes wrong.

Well, you certainly got
noticed this time, Mr Gee.

Mr Gee, what do
you do at the hospital?

I'm a porter.

Yes, I know. What
does that entail, exactly?

I take dead patients to the mortuary,
live ones to theatre or for X-rays.

I deliver mail, dinners.

You have access to
all parts of the hospital?

Yes, I do.

- And access to drugs?
- I don't do drugs.

- You have access to hospital drugs?
- The drugs are under lock and key.

Have you delivered
them to wards or theatres?

Yes, I have.

Then you have access
to hospital drugs?

Is that a yes?

Yes, my lord.

Mr Machin, I interrupted your
cross-examination. Do you want to continue?

Thank you, my lord.

Mr Gee, so the jury are
absolutely clear on this,

you've never broken
the trust you're held in

at the hospital and taken
or misused the drugs?

No, sir. I've only taken
paracetamol for a headache.

And usually the ward
sister gives them to me.

Thank you, Mr Gee.

- Just what is this tape, Coop?
- It's from the security camera.

It activates and records
movements after 6 p.m.

Well, we probably see
worse on Channel Five.

Sir Ian has gone to get the Lord Chancellor
to authorise seizure of the tape.

To post it on the
internet, no doubt.

Get me a sandwich,
would you please, Coop?

Can you speak?

Do you mean have
I lost my voice?

We overlooked the CCTV camera
last night. Our every move was recorded.

Do you think it's a first?

Your husband knows about
it. And he's pretty steamed up.

Yes, he would be.

He stands to gain a lot of money.
His aunt left it to the two of us in trust.

Being a good Christian, her
main stipulation was fidelity.

If either is unfaithful, his or
her share is forfeited to the other.

That's not enforceable in law.
Did she use the word "fidelity"?

The exact word she used.

Must be hard to maintain
fidelity nowadays.

Generally, or where
money's involved?

John, I'd prefer Ian
not to get the tape.

So would I.

I'd like to see you again.

Not in chambers.

Well, you've got my number.

- Mr Radcliff.
- My lord.

Can I have the Section
20 in after lunch, please?

I want to question Mrs
Abbott about her fidelity.

I'm sure you do, my lord.

- What's he so happy about?
- Word is he's getting promoted.

Never told me.

Coop.

Could one of your friends among
the POLEs get hold of that tape?

I'll ask, Judge.

Thank you.

You had an affair during
your marriage, Mrs Abbott.

Was this a single lapse or was
this a general lack of fidelity?

Not at first, it wasn't.
I did have affairs.

But none lasted long. I didn't want
Pete to find the men and hurt them.

But he did find out?

Right from the start.
He always found out.

Then would you say
that your actions provoked

the beatings that
you subsequently got?

I don't know. I mean, he's never
been a very reasonable man.

No matter what I
did, he got angry.

How far into the relationship did you
realise that he wasn't a reasonable man?

I don't know. After I
lost the baby, I suppose.

Prior to your last beating you
knew he wasn't reasonable?

You just couldn't
get through to him.

Had you provoked
him before the beating?

I told him I couldn't
take any more, I was

leaving, I didn't want
him to come after me.

So, in fact you provoked
him beyond reason.

I wanted a life, I
was entitled to that.

The psychiatrist had said that he
wasn't able to respond to reason.

- He's a madman, out of control.
- You knew that yet you still provoked him.

Well, what was I supposed to
do? What? He'll come after me.

His friends in the police will find
me. He'll find me if you let him go.

Mrs Mills.

Is he gonna send
him away or what?

- You haven't paid into the lottery pool.
- Your numbers never win, Brian.

All right, then, you pick them.

What's the old cider
lout been doing up there?

Finding a way to get me a result. I
made a clean breast of what I did.

That's what impresses this
judge. Telling the truth to him.

Mate, is that
right? What he said.

So it seems. God
help Mrs Abbott.

Tim, I can't go through with it.

Course you can. It's almost
over. You done lovely, son.

Concludes the case for the defence. Unless
His Lordship has any further questions.

As a matter of fact it
does, Mr Machin. Mr

Gee, anything you'd
like to tell the court?

- No!
- I'm sorry, I thought you were Mr Collier.

I want to go back in the witness box.
There's something else I want to say.

Would you like to
consult with counsel first?

My lord, I must protest. This is the
worst case of bias I've ever encountered.

- Sit down, Mr Machin.
- My lord, the jury must go out.

Not until they've heard
what Mr Gee has to say.

I got them from the hospital. I
didn't know Tim would do that.

I hope he sends them
away for a long time.

Please stand up, Mr Abbott.

Ordinarily, a crime of this magnitude
would warrant a prison sentence,

a long sentence, for the indescribable
wickedness of what you did to your wife.

However...

However...

I don't feel prison is the
appropriate way to deal with you.

It's clear that you were
provoked beyond all reason

by your wife telling you
that she was leaving you.

Because you were beyond reason
you were therefore beyond control.

I'm also taking into
account the fact that you

have pleaded guilty to a
charge before this court,

even though the charge
didn't reflect the crime.

That charge was, I have no doubt,
a matter of procedural convenience

on the part of the
prosecuting authority,

and one which you
weighed to your advantage.

Clearly you are quite
incapable of remorse.

I'm not going to
shove you off to prison.

Instead, under the
Mental Health Act,

on evidence of the two
psychiatrists that you

have a mental
condition that is treatable,

I intend to send you to a secure
unit where you will receive treatment.

I'm also adding a restriction order
to this so that you will not be released

until you have satisfied
a Mental Health Tribunal

that you are no longer
a danger to the public.

Is he gonna send him away?

- No!
- What are you doing?

No!

Get him!

Got him!

That was a wonderful
thing you did, Judge.

Not as wonderful as Row
Colemore's alert response.

- He might have saved Mrs Abbott's life.
- Only after you'd given it back to her.

Deed.

Whose news desk?

How'd you get this number?

Yeah...

Yes, when Old Hall at Lincoln's
Inn was rebuilt in the 15th century

it was partly paid for by fining
barristers six shillings and eightpence

for fornicating with
women in chambers.

I think they all went broke
and gave up the practice.

Somebody's tipped off the
newspapers about the security tape.

- I haven't had a call about it yet, Judge.
- Well, the Express has.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

My authority for the
seizure of the videotapes

from the camera covering
Mr Justice Deed's chambers.

How do I know this is the
Lord Chancellor's signature?

Are you being
purposefully obstructive?

- Where's Mr Goldin?
- He's off duty, sir.

It wouldn't do to give
these tapes to anyone.

I'm not anyone.

I'll need a signature.

- Where's your video player?
- We don't have one available.

This is ridiculous!

Find me a video player.

Sir.

Well, where is it?

Where is it?

- The security man said they were at it.
- Where?

There.

I'd say it's been doctored, sir.

Hello, the phone
is switched off at the

moment. Leave a message
and I'll call you back.

John, you know that fruit
you thought was unavailable?

I'll see you later.

It was quite a punch.

- I'll have to find a new fencing partner.
- I've got good healing bones.

- Do you realise what you've done, John?
- Probably saved Natalie Abbott's life.

How many lives you put at
risk as a result? MI5 are furious.

You can buy me dinner
for my heroism in court.

- I have one to meet, Row.
- Oh, have you got a friend?

Are we still friends?

He was only an informant, John.

Friends aren't so easily found.

Judge.

The tape from the
security camera.

- It is the only copy.
- Thanks, Coop.

We'll have to send
your friend some cigars.

Does he... does he
sleep outside your door?

Do you know, I think
he's genuinely fond of me.

Are women allowed
back to your digs?

Well, yes. But the
servants don't like it.

See, officially we'd
have to have separate

rooms and everybody gets
shuffled down one room.

Do you know what you'd be
risking? Half of Ian's family money.

Ah, but you said the fidelity
clause wasn't enforceable.

It's not.

If you follow me, Stephen...

- But, my lord, if I don't follow you...
- Stay!

Woof, woof!

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