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Bye-bye, sweetheart.

Oops, sorry.

Could you tell me where
I'll find Thomasin Wolff?

26. One floor down.

Thanks.

I'm bringing His
Lordship in now.

All rise.

Has the prosecution found its
missing witness yet, Mr McMillan?

I'm afraid it doesn't
seem so, my lord.

The CPS is still
trying to contact him.

Well, there will be some difficulty
in proceeding without this witness.

And if he does
reappear, is he likely to

prove any more reliable
than he did yesterday,

when he refused to give evidence
on the previous indictment?

You see, at this point, I
have to question whether

Mr Atkins isn't simply
about wasting the court's time

or trying to damage the
reputation of these two policemen.

My lord, with respect, my lord,

I wonder if the jury should
hear such speculation.

I think the jury is sufficiently
mature, Mr McMillan.

Such thoughts can't
be novel to them.

We'd do well to trust in
the good sense of juries.

I would, at this point, like to
make a submission without the jury.

Sure, why not? We're
not going anywhere.

Would you mind? Grab a
cup of coffee or something.

I would like to submit that there is no
case to answer against my clients, my lord.

There is an authority, The
Crown against Martello.

Though I am familiar with
the authority, Mr Stafford-Clark,

I'm not sure how
it applies here.

Well, we might need to
chip away at the edges,

but in all other respects
it applies precisely.

Well, then we'd need to have a debate as
to your precise definition of "precisely".

Martello fell because the
victim refused to give evidence.

Mr Alchorn, the victim of the
alleged assault in this case,

is unable to give evidence
because he's in a coma.

He is still in a coma, I
assume, Mr McMillan?

He was up until the adjournment,
my lord. I haven't heard to the contrary.

There'll be no difficulty in
continuing with a Section 20

if the prosecution applies
to amend the indictment

to reckless infliction
of grievous bodily harm.

Are you suggesting that I
change the indictment, my lord?

It's not for me to suggest
any such thing, Mr McMillan.

Well, in the absence of your witness,
I suggest we might usefully adjourn.

Give you some more time
to try and locate him, yeah?

All rise.

I'd be surprised if those
two policemen in the

dock don't know what
happened to that witness.

What are you saying, Coop?
Have you heard a rumour?

This place is full of them.

There's no way those two
are going to be convicted,

so rumour has it.

Well, I'd like to know
why people believe that.

Well, they're certainly cocky,
Judge, the way they behave in court.

Are you going back to
the lodgings for lunch?

Don't think I could face
school dinners again.

Do you know what I really fancy?

Going down to the
Chinese like normal people.

Oh, I'm sure Stephen
would like that, Judge.

I think maybe I'll give him
the slip and go on my own.

Yes, can I help you?

Is this Mr Justice Deed's court?

It's where he sits.

Court's adjourned for
lunch. I'm just locking up.

We're back again at 2:00.

Excuse me, Sir John.
I'm Robert Home.

Yes, I know.

Your clerk tells me you
have a fraud case on your list.

It's scheduled for next week.

The Crown versus Jamison.

I was wondering if you might
like to hand it over to me?

Haven't you got enough
work in your court?

Oh, there's plenty of that.

Now you want some more?

As a silk, I
specialised in fraud.

Well, I'll have my clerk
pull the papers for you.

Thank you. I'd be most grateful.

Is there something you
need to tell me, Mr McMillan?

It might be best if the
jury wasn't in, my lord.

We'll leave the jury in,
as they've only just settled.

You might prefer to hear
what I have to say in chambers.

The reason Donald Atkins, our
main witness, hasn't appeared

is because he's
in police custody.

Did you know about this?

I did not.

Why would I?

Your retainer from the Police Federation
tends to give you certain privileges.

How long has he been in custody?

Since yesterday. He was arrested
directly after his court appearance.

The police didn't
tell the court?

I heard nothing, my lord.

They must have
known that he was the

witness in the trial
of two police officers.

What station's he at?

The High Street, my lord.

Coop, call the station.

Tell the officer in charge there
I want that witness here ASAP.

I also want to see the arresting
officers and their supervisor

brought here by the
fastest means possible.

The court will remain
sitting until they arrive.

Make it crystal clear to them

that failure to attend will result in their
being committed for criminal contempt.

Gentlemen.

Get your hands
out of your pockets.

I'd lay odds that you've never
responded as fast to an emergency call

as you responded to this one.

I'm sorry, but you
have to go out for this.

I know it must seem like
you always miss the best bits,

but if we don't remove you,

we could be accused of
denying the defendants a fair trial.

You are?

Sergeant Bridges, my lord.

Why was the prosecution's witness,
Donald Atkins, kept from court today?

He was arrested on a
serious charge, my lord.

Out of what offence
does this arise?

Out of the hunt meeting
the defendants were at.

I see.

So the police have known about
the possibility of this arrest for months,

but make it the day when the
man who is a pivotal witness

in a case against two
colleagues is due to give evidence.

Is this some coincidence?

You seem to have a lot to say
for yourself. Let's hear from you.

You can step down.

Name and rank.

Ross Nye, sir.
Detective Constable.

Given evidence before?

Yes, sir. Many times.

Then keep in mind
the meaning of the oath.

What is your relationship
to the defendants?

I don't have one, sir.

You don't?

So you're not a policeman

in the same division,

at the same station?

Yes, sir.

Then undeniably, you
have a relationship.

Why did you need to
arrest the witness now?

New evidence came to light, sir.

What new evidence?

Well, I'd rather not say
in an open court, sir.

It might prejudice
the other case.

Well, either there is
something wrong here,

or you think that I'm a fool.

But I will penetrate
this matter to its heart.

In order to do so, I'm going to refer
it to the Police Complaints Authority

for urgent investigation.

You can step down, but stay within
the precincts of the court building.

Mr Harrison, I want to
examine the witness in camera.

The witness is waiting, my lord.

This court will now
be held in camera.

Everyone without direct business
in this case should leave now.

Mr Harrison, get that lot out.

I'm sorry this has
taken so long, Mr Atkins.

I want to ask you
some direct questions.

Remember you're
still under oath.

Do you have any idea why the
police chose to charge you at this point,

rather than two months ago?

Have the police made
any sort of threat to you

regarding your giving
evidence in this case?

Have you been
threatened, Mr Atkins?

No, I haven't.

I see.

Are you ready to be
examined by the prosecution?

Well, that's what has to
happen now we've located you.

Let's have the jury
and the public back.

Mr Atkins.

I believe you saw Brian Alchorn
start across the ploughed field

with something you thought
was alive under his coat.

Can you tell us what that was?

It was a fox cub.

About 10 weeks old.

And Mr Alchorn was running away
from the general scene of the hunt?

Yes.

How far away were you
when you witnessed this?

About 100 yards,
maybe a little more.

I believe you saw two men

who you thought were
hunt stewards, and you

later identified them
as off-duty policemen,

rush into the field after Mr Alchorn
and lash out at him with pickaxe handles.

Are those two
men in court today?

No.

Let us be clear
about this, Mr Atkins.

Can you see the two
men in court today?

No.

Mr Atkins,

did you make a statement to the
police on the 9th of March this year

claiming that you saw two men,

who you later identified as PC
Baz Fatts and PC Grey Palfrey,

chase Brian Alchorn across a field
where they beat him into a coma?

Yes.

I was mistaken.

When did you last
have your eyes tested?

Uh, about a month
ago, for a job application.

Do you have defective eyesight?

No, it was good.

Yet you can't now
identify the two men you

clearly identified and
named back in March.

Why is that?

I don't know.

Mr Atkins, are either you or any
of your family being threatened

in any way by these
two men in the dock?

No, my lord.

I must protest this prejudicial
line in front of the jury.

My clients have no opportunity
to defend themselves.

Well, they have a more than adequate
defence in you, Mr Stafford-Clark.

If that doesn't prove
sufficient, I'm more than happy

to afford them every
opportunity to defend themselves.

They can make a
statement from there

or they can go into the
witness box and give evidence.

That's hardly fair
to them, my lord.

Mr Stafford-Clark.

There is no stronger statement
than one made under oath.

Perhaps I could have a short
adjournment to consult with my clients.

Feel free.

Maybe we should go in
and set the record straight.

Where's the harm?

- Don't talk like a wally, Baz.
- It wouldn't be my advice, Baz.

The witness made a
mistake. The case will collapse.

And what about the complaint?

First things first.

My clients decline your kind invitation
to go into the witness box, my lord.

They see no
advantage in submitting

themselves to
cross-examination at this point.

I assume you've warned them as to
the inferences that the jury might draw.

Oh, yes, I have.

The first casualty of such missed
opportunity is inevitably truth.

It's clear that the prosecution's
witness was pressurised,

and it doesn't take rocket science to
work out where it might have come from.

In the absence of his
evidence, Mr McMillan,

I'm afraid I see
no way to proceed.

So, in the circumstances,

I would like to make a
submission of no case to answer.

No, I don't agree.

The evidence suggests that the
prosecution's main witness was got at.

We will get at the truth. I suggest
the best way to do that is a retrial.

I'm going to discharge the jury.

Meanwhile, I will urge the
Police Complaints Authority

to conduct their investigation
as fast as possible.

With respect, my lord, this
is wholly unfair to my clients.

And just how fair do
you feel that this whole

sorry episode has been to
the young man in a coma?

My clients were
wrongly identified.

Next you'll be telling me they weren't
even present at the hunt meeting.

So is their bail to
continue, my lord?

No.

I think there is a risk that
witnesses might be interfered with.

I'll hear a new bail
application on Thursday.

My lord, that's two days away.

I'm aware of just where Thursday is in
relation to Tuesday, Mr Stafford-Clark.

Till Thursday.

All rise.

This is outrageous...

Can't you do something?

Hey, hey, Grey, we'll do
something. Just a minute, please.

I'll talk to the
president of the circuit.

Perhaps he can persuade
him to see some sense.

Judge Home sent you this as a substitute
for the fraud case you let him have.

Is it interesting?

Not particularly, my lord. Causing
grievous bodily harm with intent.

Could get it on tomorrow.

Well, what about the Mason brothers?
You did suggest you'd take them next.

Oh, I'll take them first if they're
standing by. I want them out by lunchtime.

Their dispute's been
running for six years.

And it's time it ended.
They're both the poorer for it.

The Section 18 in straight
afterwards, my lord?

Yeah, after lunch.

- What weapon was used?
- Uh, fists.

- The defendant was a professional boxer.
- Oh?

- Would I have heard of him?
- I doubt it, my lord, some no-hoper.

Johnny Latymer.

Not only have I heard of him, I saw him
fight once in Coventry about 10 years ago.

I took my dad to see him.
Johnny "The Animal" Latymer.

The night we were there, he chased his
opponent out of the ring still hitting him.

Who's his current victim?

His wife's lover. Fractured his
skull, causing him brain damage.

Sounds like a fair
swap for the fraud case.

- Are these the papers?
- Yup.

Deputy Assistant
Commissioner Colemore.

Line one.

Row. You still on for today?

- Well, I've cracked my ankle.
- Ooh. Badly?

Well, fencing might be
a problem. I'm in a cast.

I had a call from David Stafford-Clark,
the Police Federation barrister.

And what was he doing, collecting
for the Widows and Orphans Fund?

Well, he knows as well as I do that
I can't influence your bail decision.

Perhaps he assumed that as
a fellow Mason you might try.

Is he a Mason?

Look, I can't see any reason for not
giving bail. They're of good character.

Well, we must assume that. After all,
they've had bail before without problems.

I'm convinced they
interfered with a witness.

Well, if there's
evidence of misconduct...

A hitherto sound witness
suddenly heard nothing,

saw nothing and
now is saying nothing.

These were off-duty
policemen, John.

They were stopping a bunch of thugs
from spoiling a good morning sport.

According to the witness statement,
those two put a young man into a coma.

Now, he may or may not
have been breaking the law

but that is not a proper response
for a policeman, on or off duty.

If they're remanded to jail, John,
their lives could be in danger.

We might get the witness back.

I really don't know why you concern
yourself with such things, John.

I'm convinced those two are
trying to pervert the course of justice.

Referring them to the
Police Complaints Authority

is not a move that's going to make
you popular with their colleagues.

Do I need to be
popular with them?

The police like to think
that judges are on their side.

This judge is on nobody's side.

Whatever happened to the wonderful
impartiality of the British policeman?

Well, much like the wonderful
impartiality of the judiciary,

I suspect it never existed.

It won't do to upset them, John.

After all, you rely on these
people for your personal security.

What are you saying, Row?
They might put me in danger?

Of course not, but
they are only human.

No one gives of their best to
someone he rightly or wrongly perceives

to be threatening his existence.

Hi.

En garde.

Are either of you
represented here today?

I was to be represented but
he hasn't paid my legal bills.

He reneged over every agreement
we had over solicitor's fees.

Neither one of you has any
money left to pay his own legal fees.

Now, doesn't that
say something to you

about the rather foolish action
each of you has embarked upon?

- He started it, my lord.
- I was willing to settle.

- I wanted to settle.
- Every settlement was disagreeable to him.

And now you've got nothing left.

All the money from your
father's not inconsiderable estate,

money which presumably he
worked hard to accumulate, is gone.

The only people to have
benefited are the lawyers.

If he'd settled what we first
agreed, we wouldn't be here.

He wouldn't agree to splitting
the estate on the Isle of Wight.

I did! You wouldn't
accept my terms.

No! You wanted to divide
a perfectly good house.

Okay, stop this right now.

You have until the lunch
adjournment to resolve this.

And if you haven't by
then, then you're going to

have to live with never
settling this legally,

for I will injunct you both
as vexatious litigants.

This means that you will never be
allowed back in court on a civil action.

- But my lord, can you do that?
- You can't.

I can and I will.

If he agrees to my
terms, it's settled.

- Do you agree to your brother's terms?
- No, my lord.

He changed the original terms that
were agreed before Mr Justice Melchard.

- I never did!
- You did!

Enough!

Now, I'm going to allow each
of you to make a statement,

and then I will endeavour
to make a ruling

to bring this protracted
case to an end.

Now, which of you
wants to speak first?

One of you has to speak first.

Alan Mason.

That's not fair.

He'll use my arguments to further his. I
don't see why it has to be me, my lord.

Has to be someone.

Well, why can't it
be him, my lord?

Why not? Charles Mason, would you
like to make your statement to the court?

I'll be equally
disadvantaged, my lord.

All right.

Slide along to the centre
of the bench, both of you.

Come on, into the middle.

Closer.

Move in.

Closer still, come on.

Good.

Now, you have 15 seconds to sort this
out, before I throw out the whole claim.

- But, my lord...
- You can't...

No buts.

Clock's running.

We can't possibly agree to this.

Then work it out, and quickly.

- No, you go first.
- No, you go first.

- No, I'm not having it.
- It's you who should go first.

- You started this. It's you.
- You always try to make the decision...

- You've always been stubborn.
- You never do anything on your own.

- Daddy was absolutely right.
- Daddy was right?

- Don't give me this, don't give me that.
- Daddy was right about you.

Time's up!

Speak.

Speak to me.

I'm going to count to three,

then one of you has to give
me a statement or this is finished.

One.

Two.

- Three.
- If we agree,

will we still be accused of
being vexatious litigants, my lord?

You're not accused of this, you
are vexatious litigants, Mr Mason.

I find no merit in either case.

I'm absolutely appalled that other
judges have allowed this to get this far.

It ends here and it ends now.

Now, having considered
carefully all the relevant documents,

I find in favour of Alan Mason.

- Oh, that's wonderful.
- That's complete lunacy.

You speak that way to me again,
you'll go to prison for contempt.

Yes, you old fool.
Just sit down and listen.

And one more word out of
you, and you'll go with him.

I find in favour of one brother over
the other simply to put an end to this.

I order Charles Mason to
pay costs to his brother Alan...

in the sum of one penny.

Who's an old fool now?

This is utterly preposterous.

Right, that does it. I
hold you both in contempt.

Will the dock officers remove
both of them to the cells, please?

- Both of us, but...
- Yeah, both of you.

See where you've landed
us? You've done it again.

- You did it. It's not my fault.
- It was all settled...

You are the stubbornest man.

Tell the dock officer to release
them when they get there, will you?

He certainly didn't waste much
time dealing with those brothers.

This one can be
very blunt at times.

Look at the way he dealt
with those two policemen.

They're not going to
take that lying down.

You sure you're
not a journalist?

Me? Nah, cross my heart.

Maybe she should come with me.

My room was broken into.

Anything taken?

No, I don't think so.

My laptop wasn't
taken, nor my phone.

Well, those are the
first things burglars take.

One of those little dolls of
grandma's you gave me was broken.

Perhaps it was one of the scouts
broke it when she was cleaning.

We don't have scouts,
Dad. That's Oxford.

I keep them in a drawer, anyway.

Did you call the police?

I'm sure they'll get very excited
about my vague suspicion.

That's all it is.

You should call them anyway.

I found a new home for Rosie.

Who?

Is it the right sort of person?

They're a gay couple,
Dad. They're fine.

Well, are they stable? Are
they going to stay together?

We don't want her ending
up where she came from.

Don't you want her to
have a permanent home?

Yeah.

Well, she's safe here, Charlie.

Thought she interfered
with your love life.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I said that she tried
to sleep on the bed.

Lawyers should listen to the
evidence and not make assumptions.

What shall I tell
Steve and Dave?

Well, when do they
want to take her?

Right now. I could
take her over there.

I'd want to know if she
was absolutely safe.

No, let's leave it for a bit, shall
we? Are you coming back for lunch?

Will it be any
better than before?

I doubt it.

I did speak to the housekeeper about
a decent vegetarian choice for you,

but she's from another planet.

I've got an early tutorial
this afternoon, anyway.

I'll walk you to the bus
stop. I need to take her out.

Did you manage to get in
touch with Mrs Mills, Coop?

I left a message.

She is appearing before you this
afternoon. She's for the prosecution.

Sounds like she's
getting into bad habits.

No, that's fine. I've got to go.

Finish my tea.

You're keeping very
bad company these days.

Are you in danger of
becoming a Treasury devil?

The CPS doesn't pay much,

but it does help towards
the ever-increasing

chambers rents and clerks' fees.

We publish our annual earnings
nowadays. Not like when you were there.

You don't pick up
your phone messages.

Some of them I don't
bother to respond to.

I don't know if I want to
be your fencing partner.

Am I too good for you?

You'd soon get it back.

You going to the Lord
Chancellor's bash tonight?

I couldn't think of
anyone to go with.

Do you want to come with me?

Do you know what
it is you want, John?

Yes, I want you to
come with me tonight.

Ready to start.

Not without me, you're not.

The case before you is
straightforward, ladies and gentlemen.

Here we have a man of violence.

A violent man.

A man whose very
profession was violence.

This man, in an act of jealous
rage, beat up his best friend

and put him in a
life-threatening coma

with a fractured skull
and a brain haemorrhage.

It's only thanks to the
dedication of the medical staff

that John Latymer is not now
facing a far more serious charge.

Unfortunately, the victim's
recovery wasn't complete

and he's been left paralysed,

partially blind and
unable to speak.

A perfectly good
life now in ruins.

The man accused of this
grievous crime, John Latymer,

a one-time professional
boxer who showed such

skilful and calculated
violence in the ring,

claims he's not guilty on
the grounds of automatism.

That is when a person acts
without awareness of their action.

The prosecution will show

that when John Latymer
used his fists on Alan Day,

his oldest friend

and the man to whom his
long-suffering wife had turned,

he did so with premeditation

and with the intention of inflicting
as much damage as possible on him.

Mrs Latymer, do you recall
the night of the 15th of March,

the night when Alan
Day was beaten up?

Yes.

I can't forget it.

I thought Johnny
was gonna kill him.

He wouldn't stop hitting Alan.

How was he stopped finally?

I smashed him over the
head with a baseball bat.

If I hadn't, he
would've killed him.

He kept saying, "I'll
murder ya. I'll murder ya."

That's when I hit him.

The first blow didn't seem
to make much difference.

The second blow caught him
behind the ear, and he went down.

I thought he'd killed Alan.

He just lay there, his head split open,
his brains spilling out, it was terrible.

Well what did you
do then, Mrs Latymer?

I tried to wake Alan.

I was scared to touch him.

But then Johnny
started to come round,

and I was afraid of what he'd
do, so I ran out of the house.

I've seen how violent he can
be when he came to after a fight.

You mean, after he
was knocked out?

No.

Johnny was never
knocked out at boxing.

Yes, that does seem
to be my recollection.

He drank heavily after a fight.

It was like he couldn't bear
to remember what he'd done.

When he woke
up he'd get violent.

Was he violent to you
on these occasions?

He was violent to
anyone who was around.

Big Al was the only one
who could handle him like that.

Was he scared of Mr Day?

No.

No.

Johnny wasn't scared of anyone.

Alan had a quiet way about him.

He loved Johnny.

He was best man at our wedding. He
even came on our honeymoon with us.

Were you having an
affair with Mr Day then?

No.

No, it was much
later when it started.

When I couldn't
take Johnny anymore.

There was no one
else I could turn to.

Only Alan.

Who you thought your
husband wouldn't hurt?

Yes.

Did your husband
threaten to kill Mr Day?

Yes. He threatened
to kill us both.

Did you take him seriously?

I thought he might do it.

Did you ever go to the
police about these threats?

No.

Why is that, Mrs Latymer?

Johnny would've hurt
them if they came round,

and then he'd really
be in big trouble.

You mean, more than you
think he might be in now?

Do you love your
husband, Mrs Latymer?

No, I don't think so.

You don't seem sure.

Are you?

No.

I don't know.

Johnny's like a little boy.

He wants to share
everything he has.

You can't help
loving that part of him.

You know he's hurting inside, but he
won't let you try and take some of it.

Do you think your
husband's hurting now?

Probably.

He was always sorry
afterwards for what he did.

Always, he somehow managed
to suck you back into the mess.

Were you aware of how much
he loved and depended on you?

He had a strange
way of showing it.

Was your lover making you more
happy than your husband was?

No.

Are you still with Mr
Day, Mrs Latymer?

No, my lord.

I see.

So everyone in this
sorry saga loses.

I think this might be
a convenient moment.

I'll remind the jury not to discuss
this case except when all together.

Until the morning.

It's hard to read the
map of human emotions.

The defendant looks close to
tears, but hitting his victim as he did...

seems beyond all
human reasoning.

He's an animal, Judge.
You know the type.

Friendly and cuddly one
minute, then watch out.

Charlie would argue that animals
don't behave as badly as humans.

Mr Justice Deed's chambers.

Jo Mills, Judge, line two.

Did my reasonableness
in court impress you?

Not half as much as Mr Justice Hoskins
falling asleep at the bench last week.

He used to be notorious
for interrupting, you know.

Maybe your clerk
should slip you something.

How about the Lord
Chancellor's bash tonight?

I have to go home and see Marc.

I could pick you up at six.

I'd really like that, Jo.

6:00 would be fine.

- Deed?
- Yeah.

- Station, please.
- Okay.

Find your own cab.
This one's mine.

Slipped your police
dogs, have you?

Don't remember me, do you?

As of yesterday, Mr Romero, what I had
forgotten was how short your sentence was.

I served eight years
of a 12-year sentence.

Yes, 20 would have
been more appropriate.

I should have walked away scot-free.
I would have done if it wasn't for you.

And let me guess. Now you've
come to "get even", have you?

Oh, you're brave with
all your police guards.

As I recall, your speciality was
attacks on women alone in their rooms.

It wasn't me. It was a mistake.

Well, the jury thought otherwise.
Now, excuse me, I have an appointment.

Are you okay?

Me? Yeah, I'm fine.

How can you be so calm?

I felt like hitting him.

Most judges would have bounced Romero right
back into jail. It's where he belongs.

Call the police.

He hasn't done anything
wrong, as far as I know.

Anyway, as a sex offender he has to report
his whereabouts to the police anyway.

You can check that he has.

Jo, the man's a total coward.

- Evening.
- Hello.

Deed.

Ah, Sir John.

Sir Ian.

Lady Rochester.

Do you know Jo Mills?

Of course.

My wife, Francesca.

Yes.

You've been the topic of
conversation on the sixth floor, Mrs Mills.

Or rather a couple of
your recent cases have.

I'm surprised they interest you.

Oh, nothing escapes
the attention of the LCD.

They were of a political nature.

The CPS can be
bad losers sometimes.

Is the jury still out?

I'd hoped we'd moved
on. Is my car ready?

Oh, you're not leaving, are you?

These things can be terribly
boring if you're not a lawyer.

Well, we'll talk about
anything but shop.

We have a flight to Mexico
for a junket in the morning.

Well, the plane doesn't
go that early, darling.

They have dancing
at these bashes.

Can you dance?

Someone should stop him from
making a complete ass of himself.

How did he become a High Court
judge? Was the Lord Chancellor drunk?

I assume Deed is.

Regrettably not. It might
have been an excuse.

Somebody should stop him before
he makes a complete fool of himself.

Why don't you? She's your wife.

Well, somebody has to.

That was fun.

Beats talking shop.

Well, I suppose we have to go.

Just as things were
getting interesting.

Why don't we all go on
somewhere together?

I think not.

How about you?

If I were to badger you about
bail for these two policemen,

would you dig your heels in?

I'm not perverse and
wantonly prejudiced.

Then you'll consider
releasing them?

I am considering it. That's the
purpose of the bail hearing tomorrow.

Did you see The Times today?

They were all but
mentioned by name.

No, I read the potted
version in The Sun.

I agree. I think the police
need all the help they can get.

I promised not to talk shop.

I'm sorry.

The Home Office would
rather like it if you let them out.

There's already a big enough problem
keeping good people in the police,

without the judiciary
sending out signals of this sort.

Policemen like that are part
of the problem, not the solution.

At least cross the
road to us on this.

There is no road I would not cross
for honest, hardworking policemen.

Do you want to come
on somewhere else?

I have my packing to do.

Why don't you hit him?

You would like that, I'm sure.

Jo?

I can't believe how you behaved.

Come on, Jo, it got up Ian
Rochester's nose a treat.

Oh, that's what you were doing?

You know, the more powerful
you get, the worse you behave.

No, I have behaved consistently
badly throughout my adult life.

How would you like it if I propositioned
Ian Rochester like you came on to his wife?

I'd think you got
pretty weird taste.

Well, I think you have pretty weird
taste, panting after her like you do.

Well, I don't get much
encouragement here.

Listen, part of me has been
in love with you from the start.

Do you think I didn't enjoy our affair?
You think I didn't want it to last forever?

It's all the rest
of it I can't take.

What I was doing there,
Jo, was chasing a myth.

A myth of love.

Love will make me feel better. Love
will make me like myself a little bit more.

It's not love and it's certainly
not what women want.

Ah, come on, it's romancing.

It's getting there. Works
because I'm there and she's there.

In that brief moment we go beyond
everything in our ordinary lives.

For that brief affair
I don't have a past,

I don't have to sit on the bench
listening to lies and excuses.

I don't have to pretend I'm not
alone or lonely for an hour or a night.

I can pretend it's love and it
is. We love for that moment.

It's worth all the
rejection you get and it's...

glorious.

Am I overselling this?

How many of the women that you've slept
with in the past year have you seen again?

Can you even remember?

Well, you could change that.

- You could.
- No.

No, it's different with
Francesca Rochester.

You haven't forgotten her.

You haven't moved on.

I will be good, Jo. I will.

These two policemen, my lord,

are of hitherto good character. I
can't stress this strongly enough.

They are exemplary policemen.

Family men,

dedicated to a life of service.

That's encouraging.

I wonder if they'd do as much
if they weren't being paid for it?

Well, would any of us do
what we do without reward?

I nonetheless urge you
to release them on bail

for the sake of their families

and for the sake
of police morale.

Oh, I find it hard to believe that police
morale is that fragile, Mr Stafford-Clark.

I can only repeat,

these are honest, hardworking policemen
who would do nothing dishonourable.

They've given outstanding
service to their communities.

Both of them have received
commendations for bravery.

This in itself speaks reams.

Both?

I thought only Constable Fatts
had received such a commendation.

I do beg your pardon, my lord.

Constable Palfrey's
record is so exemplary

that I... I inadvertently bestowed
upon him a commendation.

I earnestly ask you to
grant this application.

The application is denied.

Unfortunately for your clients,

this is just the sort of incident
that the Bail Act covers.

The defendants remain a threat to
the well-being of a witness while on bail.

I invite you to return to this
court with a fresh application

any time there is a
change in circumstances.

You'd better not
get caught speeding.

I don't believe the majority of police
officers support those two for one moment.

Some are furious with you
for your decision, Judge.

Does Row Colemore
want to see me?

He didn't indicate he did.

I'll go and see if the
assault case is ready.

Thank you.

All rise.

With your leave, my lord, the

prosecution would like
to call Dr David Neale.

Dr Neale was the first to examine
Alan Day when he was taken to hospital.

Surely I'm safe now.

I should stay close, Judge.

Stephen.

Take Rosie for a walk.

Go on.

What a pleasant
surprise, my lord.

What are you doing here?

It's a public gym.

I thought it was a private gym.

It's open to membership.

Don't suppose you'd like
to second me, would you?

Where did you get that?

I bought it.

Are you gonna
make that an offence?

- Hello. Does she bite?
- Yeah.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hey, Rosie, girl.

If he's being a nuisance,
John, call the police.

That's why they're there.

And you think the police will
give me a sympathetic hearing?

I'm sure some of them will hate you,
but I doubt they'll neglect their duty.

There's no point in calling them.
Everything Romero does is so reasonable.

That's why it's so galling.

I'd say he's menacing you.

Ah. It's women on
their own he goes for.

John, don't be macho about this.

He could be dangerous.
Call Row Colemore.

How rusty are you? Come on.

En garde.

Good. Not bad.

♪ I just want to feel

♪ Safe in my own skin ♪

- John, you okay?
- No, I'm fine.

I could have killed you.

But you have reason to believe
Romero intends you harm?

I don't know.

I don't think he's exactly
got my best interests at heart.

You should have alerted
your Protection Officer.

I didn't think it
was that important.

Have you encountered
this character?

No, I wasn't around, sir.

You should always be around.
Otherwise, what's the point?

I sometimes duck
off without him, Row.

Is that wise, Sir John?

I think he broke into my
daughter's room at college.

Would that be sufficient evidence
for a conviction in your court, sir?

You're being
impertinent, Sergeant.

I apologise, sir.

He had a small doll, and I
think it belongs to Charlie.

I should hope we can
charge him with that.

Just get them to investigate it.

John.

We're already under strength without
his keeping two good policemen in jail.

I'll have them increase
your police protection.

It's just Charlie
I'm worried about.

We'll put someone with her.

Dad, you're worrying
about nothing.

May not even have been
my doll. I don't need anyone.

Perhaps you're right. Perhaps
I'm letting him get to me.

Keep your door locked.

- We'll change the lock on your door.
- Oh, Dad.

Well, keep your
phone switched on.

I'll call you soon.

How long did the police take to respond
to the call from the defendant's wife

to say that he was
beating up her lover?

We didn't have a
car in the vicinity.

That sounds like a
long while, Constable.

Our usual response
time is about 13 minutes.

- How long did you in fact take?
- About...

about 50 minutes.

Where was Latymer when the police
arrived in answer to the emergency call?

He was nowhere
to be found, miss.

He fled the scene? Is
that what you're saying?

Yes, my lord.

Where did you find him?

Following a tip-off he was found boarding
a plane at Gatwick for New Zealand.

Was this for a holiday?

No, sir, he only
had a single ticket.

He was fleeing the consequences
of his actions. Is that your conclusion?

Yes, it was.

And how was Latymer
when he was apprehended?

He claimed to have no knowledge of
the beating. He said he'd lost his memory.

- But he knew who he was?
- Yes.

Was there a medical report for the time
the defendant was taken into custody?

Yeah, from the forensic
medical examiner, miss.

Do you know its conclusion?

The doctor said there might be brain
damage consistent with a boxing career.

Was his behaviour consistent with
someone who had scarring in the brain,

equivalent to severe epilepsy,

who suffered prolonged
blackout, memory loss?

He was definitely out of it.

Are you calling expert evidence to
confirm Mr Latymer's medical condition?

I will be doing so, my lord.

It better be good.

Good girl, aren't
you? Here you are.

Here you are.

Oh, you can't be that
hungry, Rosie, come on.

Let's get you out before
you have an accident.

Rosie.

God.

Call a vet. Quick!

How did it happen? How
could you let it happen?

Well, the vet thinks it's poison.
She ate some meat on the grass.

I told you not to let her
eat junk in the street.

It's more than junk
food that did this.

I'd guess it's
some sort of dioxin.

I'll know more when I get the
report on her stomach contents.

There's no antidote?

We got her stomach pumped pretty
quickly, thanks to Mrs Cooper's response.

It's hard to say how much
got into her bloodstream

or what nerve
damage there'll be.

I'd like to throttle the
person who did this.

It may have been put
down for foxes or rats.

Yeah, well, I'd
throttle them anyway.

What are her chances?

If you pray, Sir John,

that's all I can suggest.

Judge?

All we can do is wait
and pray, apparently.

Where's my policeman?

He's been recalled to the
station. Sergeant Bridges came in.

Romero has a
receipt for the doll.

I think that's who
did this to Rosie.

Well, hadn't you best
wait for Stephen, Judge?

Tell him I'll be at the gym.

Stop it, please.
You're choking me.

Coward. You should
be in prison for life.

I haven't done anything, Judge.

You poisoned my dog.

She's convulsing and
she's foaming at the mouth.

Maybe she ate shaving soap.

Sir John.

Are you all right?

He's a madman. He's totally mad.

I wouldn't hurt his dog.

I love dogs.

You really mustn't let
Romero get to you like this.

I saw red. I really
wanted to hurt him.

Yeah, and that's
exactly what he wants.

Wouldn't that look
great on your CV?

Hm?

Think how pleased the Lord
Chancellor's people would be about that.

Oh, tell me about it.

John, it's been a whole hour
and you haven't propositioned me.

I don't know whether to
feel relieved or disappointed.

Strange.

I've never cared much
about pets before.

They're a big commitment.

Like children.

Certainly find a
way under the wire.

Better get the bill.
I'll take you back.

Charlie, everything all right?

How's Rosie?

- Still alive.
- Good.

I found one of the other
dolls with the arms broken off.

Call security right now. I'll call
the police. Is anybody in your room?

- There's nowhere there to hide.
- Call college security. I'm on my way.

- Dad...
- Do it, Chas.

Well, there's no
forced entry, John.

I don't think she imagined it.

Sneak thieves usually
steal whatever's around.

This isn't a sneak
thief, this is Romero.

Romero went to the station to complain
that you attacked him at the gym.

We certainly had
an exchange, Row.

He claims you're
persecuting him.

Oh, he does, does he?

Does have a witness, sir. He said
you tried to choke him, Sir John.

Oh, I wanted to break his neck.

He thinks you're angry at him because he
didn't get a long enough prison sentence.

He didn't, not half long enough.

You can appreciate the
police's dilemma, John.

It was him who poisoned my dog. I'm
equally convinced that he's been in here.

Inspector, ask the CID
to do a fingerprint check.

Sir.

Yeah, and check the other students and
college staff. Find out if anybody saw him.

They'll do whatever
they can, John.

If you want me to do anything
more, you know where I am.

Charlie.

Your friend doesn't believe us.

Sure he does.

Mr Crutwell, how much
had Mr Latymer drunk

on the day he made these threats
against his wife and her lover?

It's hard to say.

You don't keep count.

Some of us do.

When we have to drive.

You had been in the
pub about two hours?

- Yeah.
- Drinking steadily?

We'd had a few.

Had you heard Mr Latymer utter threats
previously about his wife and her lover?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, all the time.

Thank you, Mr Crutwell.

Mr Crutwell, were the defendant's
threats something you ever took seriously?

Not really.

John is a bit of a loudmouth.

Thank you, Mr Crutwell.

That was my last witness, my lord. It
concludes the case for the prosecution.

Thank you. Thank
you, Mr Crutwell.

Ms Yesayahoo, am I
going to hear from you?

No, my lord. I'd like to call my
first witness, Johnny Latymer.

Very well.

Can you tell the court, Mr Latymer,
how long you have known your wife?

28 years.

She was in my class at school.

And your wife's
former lover, Alan Day?

Alan was in the same class.

Would you describe them
as your oldest friends?

From that first day at school.

As you grew up you
grew closer, did you not?

Yes.

We were inseparable...

apart from when
I started boxing.

Monika stopped talking to me.

It was Alan who
brought her around.

He told her the only way I could express
myself was doing something physical.

And when you married
your wife, did this change?

No. Not at all.

Alan was still
our closest friend.

He did everything with us.

How many other
women have you known?

None apart from Monika.

So you fell in love with the woman
who was to become your wife

and stayed faithful to her.

Yes.

Was she ever unfaithful to you
before going off with your best friend?

No.

What did you feel when you found out
that she'd gone to live with Alan Day?

I don't know. Angry, I suppose.

I drank a lot.

That made it worse.

You drank a lot on the
evening of March the 15th.

Do you have any idea what
happened to Alan Day following that?

He got hurt.

Bad.

I've got no idea how.

Monika said it was me,

but I can't remember. I can't...

Do you remember anything
after leaving the pub that night?

Nothing at all.

You were angry, very
angry, Mr Latymer. Is that so?

I may have been.
I don't remember.

You'd been threatening to kill you
wife and her ex-lover, is that not so?

- I don't remember.
- You never once remember doing that?

I may have said it.

I mean, we all say
things like that at times.

But I don't remember.

Isn't that rather
convenient, Mr Latymer?

We now have your ex-wife's former lover
in a pitiful state because of your action.

You claim to have
forgotten this attack because

of a crack on the
head by a baseball bat

wielded by your ex-wife in
the protection of her lover.

You claim to have no knowledge of
this visit to your ex-wife and Mr Day

because you were
suffering automatism.

Isn't the truth, in fact,

that you were murderous when
you went to Alan Day's house,

murderous with intent and prepared
to destroy and to get back your wife?

No!

I just wanted Monika back.

Mr Latymer, isn't it true

that you went to the house with the
sole intention of destroying the one person

that you imagined stood
between you and your desire?

No! No!

I didn't want to hurt Al.

I didn't... want to... I
didn't want to hurt...

In view of the hour,

I think this might be
a convenient moment.

- Till the morning.
- All rise.

It's not often I have no clear
picture of human behaviour.

I fail to understand, totally, the loss
of control that led to Mr Day's injuries.

I don't know whether to send Latymer
away for a very long time or let him walk.

Well, I think he's being
manipulative, Judge.

I wish I'd kept the
fraud case now.

- The police asked if you could go in.
- Any change in Rosie?

Oh, she's hanging on.
That's all the vet would say.

Stephen turned up yet?

Well, the police said they
were sending a replacement.

But of course
one hasn't arrived.

There were no prints at all on the dolls,
John, and none of Romero's in the room.

- Your takeaway, my lord.
- Thank you, Mr Johnson.

Then perhaps Romero is
more stupid than he thinks he is.

Charlie's prints at least should have
been on the dolls. He must've wiped them.

Perhaps he wasn't there.

Is Charlie okay, John?

Say what you have to say, Row.

Well, is she getting
enough attention?

You know, sometimes
children are disturbed by divorce.

Well, how would you know? All
you got is wives and no children.

She could be doing this herself.

I mean, the fact that only
the dolls were damaged...

Thanks for your
psychological insights, Row.

The police have found nothing
that would suggest any intruder.

Well, what is it you'd
like them to do, John?

Well, what is it you would
like me to do to get them to act?

Let their mates out on bail?

Well, I can't deny
it would be useful.

Row Colemore thinks you're trying to scare
me because you don't get enough attention.

You're a little
remiss in that area.

Well, the police have lectures
in psychology nowadays.

Well, I hope you took notes.

Is your security around?

- They called by to check I'm all right.
- Good.

Anyone could have
broken Grandma's doll, Dad.

One of my friends, most likely.

Is Rosie gonna be all right?

She's a born survivor, darling.

I'll call you in the morning.

Bye, love.

Dr Dolven, you are a consultant
neurologist at St Thomas's Hospital?

Yes, I am.

Were you asked to examine Mr
Latymer to determine the degree

to which he suffered
blackouts, loss of memory?

Has it been established that the
defendant suffered such problems?

I'm sorry, my lord,
I'm getting ahead.

Dr Dolven, can you tell us what you
found when you examined Mr Latymer?

The CT scan showed
marked brain adhesions.

Did you form an opinion as to how
these adhesions might have been formed?

Oh, yes. They'd be caused by lesions
that resulted from blows to the head.

The damaged tissue
fuses together when it heals.

Would this scarring result
in blackouts of any kind?

Loss of memory?
Lack of orientation?

All three. The scarring
is quite prominent.

Yet he functioned with
his cognitive facilities?

His brain was damaged, not dead.

Mr Latymer has a highly developed
sense of awareness of what he's doing.

- His drinking helps him to blot out...
- He would have known from the start

what he was doing?

Well, the structural
damage to his brain

didn't lead me to
conclude he wouldn't know.

I mean, emotional
blockages are something else.

Thank you, Doctor.

So...

nothing medical
explains the attack?

No. I mean, prolonged juddering or
jarring may exacerbate a propensity.

It was clear from talking
to Mr Latymer that he

suffers from an enormous
sense of frustration.

Well, that's something
we all suffer from, Doctor.

What I'm looking for in his medical
condition or in his psychiatric condition

is something that would
explain automatism.

Well, blockages in the neural
pathways that result from brain lesions

could stop mental connection
with emotional response.

If the frustration was severe
enough or sufficiently prolonged,

automatism in action
could come about.

Okay. Thank you.

- Ms Yesayahoo.
- The brain damage he suffered

exacerbated his
sense of frustration

and caused him to act in a way
of which he had no awareness?

Yes, that's the sum of it.

All frustration results
from a failure to express

oneself verbally,
artistically, physically.

Mr Latymer wasn't able
to express himself fully.

The less he was able to do so,

the more emotionally pent-up he
became, the less aware of his actions.

"Helplessly unexpressed emotions
resulting from brain damage

"would turn to
unavoidable violent action."

- My lord.
- So...

Yes.

I would prefer you to put
questions and let the witness answer.

I'm sorry.

With his medical
condition, Doctor,

could Mr Latymer have
avoided the explosion of

frustration he allegedly
directed at Mr Day?

He almost certainly couldn't.

Thank you, Doctor. That
concludes the case for the defence.

- Do you want to come back, Mrs Mills?
- No, my lord.

- Thank you, Dr Dolven. You're free to go.
- Thank you.

Are you ready to make your
closing speech, Mrs Mills?

I am.

Would tomorrow
be more convenient?

Not if we can
dispose of it today.

Yes.

Tomorrow would
be more convenient.

All rise.

- What happened to Charlie? Where is she?
- I don't know, Judge. She sounded strange.

What did she say?

Well, "This is Charlie
Deed. I can't, I can't..."

And then this man came
on and gave me that address.

What man?

Well, I don't know. He
said he was a taxi driver.

- Charlie wants you to go and get her.
- You sure it was Charlie?

Well, he did describe her.
I told him to bring her here.

He said she wouldn't
get in the cab.

Keep trying her number,
Coop. Tell her I'm on my way.

- Did my policeman arrive?
- No, nor his replacement.

Call the station.
Send him after me.

Hello?

Sorry, wrong number.

Hello?

I didn't dial a wrong
number. Who is this?

- Where's Charlie?
- You don't want to know, Judge.

Romero, you are
in serious trouble.

Tell me about it.

Where's Charlie?

In six feet of oily,
stagnant water.

If you hurt her, I'll kill you.

Well, maybe your police friends
will get her before she drowns.

Good afternoon,
Mr Justice Deed's.

Coop, call Row Colemore.
Tell him to send the police.

The taxi driver was
Romero. He's got Charlie.

- Deed.
- John, what's happening?

I hope your people
are on the way.

- Well, Coop had very few details.
- Well, she's got as many as I've got.

Is your policeman
with you, John?

You know he's not.
We'll get to that later.

But you've... you've
tried contacting Charlie?

Romero is answering her phone.

You're sure she hasn't
leant it to a boyfriend?

Forget it. I'll deal with him.

Please, my...

Charlie?

Please.

- Please.
- Charlie!

Charlie, it's Dad.

- Please.
- Charlie.

- I...
- Charlie.

I can't...

Charlie.

This is Charlie
Deed. I can't, I can't...

Romero!

Charlie?

Where's Charlie?
Where's my daughter?

You're too late, Judge.

Hello.

You thief, you've
nicked my phone!

- Charlie?
- Dad, you've got my phone?

Are you okay? Where are you?

I'm fine. I'm at college.

Call your mother, call anybody.

Why? What's wrong?

Just... call your
mother and stay put.

George Channing.

Charlie, this is a surprise.

Are you in jail?

I just wondered how you were.

That's very sweet. I'm...
I'm just about to start a con.

Oh. It's all right.

I've only got one
coin anyway. Bye.

How could he just disappear?

Did you hear what I said?

I wanted to kill him.

Yeah, well, you didn't, did you?

He just got up and walked away.

I need to talk to Michael Nivan.

I called the Ice Maiden.

Why did you tell me to?
You knew she'd be too busy.

She's always too busy.

She's got a big case on.

John.

I might not be
afforded the luxury of

resigning, Michael. I
tried to kill this man.

I may have done the same if
he'd threatened one of my children.

Except Charlie was
safely in college.

Let me call the police.

What do you want to do tonight?

How about a film? I'd like
to go and see a film tonight.

Yeah, well, there's that new cinema that's
opened or we could get a video, or...

Maybe a video...

Oh, the police did send
someone to the disused factory.

No sign of Romero.

He wasn't a figment
of my imagination.

I'm not saying he was, John.

Put everyone's mind at rest. Have
them locate this Romero character...

urgently.

Well, if he was there,
he's in serious trouble.

I should jolly well hope,
threatening a High Court judge.

Get the local police to
ring me at my lodgings.

Will do.

Police could find no
trace of Romero, John.

Have they received a complaint?

He'd have to be pretty stupid.

Despite your deteriorating
relationship with the police,

I think they'd still be
inclined to believe you.

He was trying to goad
me into killing him.

You're overreacting.

That's what I wanted to do.

Is Charlie okay?
Her work going well?

I can't put myself
above the law.

I'm currently trying a man for
behaving in an exactly similar way.

I really must resign, Michael.

It'll certainly make life easier
for everyone, myself included.

At times, John, you
can be a real pain.

Miss? There's a visitor for you
in reception. It's your mother.

Oh. Tell her to come up.

No, wait. I'll come get her.

Why didn't your father call me?

I don't know.

You two never seem
to find common ground.

He always seems
to think he's right.

I knew something had to
be wrong for you to ring.

Look, it's no big deal, really.

Is there somewhere
we could get a drink?

There's a student union.

Student union? That'll
be noisy and sweaty.

No. Baths are compulsory now.

Let's find a wine bar.

I won! I won!

You cheated!

- I did not.
- You jolly well did.

I suppose this is the sort
of stuff your father does.

Oh, no. He's very
stiff and formal.

Is he?

He sometimes sleeps
on the floor, if it's late.

You can stay if you
like. I'll sleep on the floor.

I've a 7:00 con in the morning.

I've enjoyed this evening.

We must do it again.

You know where I am.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I'm going to remove my hand.
If you scream, I'll hurt you.

Charlie? Charlie!

Charlie! Charlie, are you all right?
Charlie! Charlie, what happened?

- Where is she?
- Oh, she's fine, John.

The police owe you an apology.

She was very lucky.

Mrs Mills, Judge.

- John, is Charlie okay?
- She's pretty badly shaken up.

Who did they catch? Romero?

Mrs Cooper tells me
you're planning to resign.

I think that's the
appropriate response, Jo.

- So Romero wins. He ruins your career.
- No, I did that.

It's the same thing.

- Think what I did.
- I did.

And what it does, John, is
it gives you greater insight

and understanding
into violent behaviour.

None of your
contemporaries have got that.

Think about it.

Most judges sit on the
bench totally divorced

from the lives of the
people they're judging,

totally separated from the
emotions that govern those lives.

The most emotional response you get from
any of them is "I could murder a pint".

You know what it is to be
a man of violence, John.

You went there and you
came back of your own volition.

Don't turn away from such a unique
experience on an empty gesture.

Please.

You have a trial to conduct.

All rise.

Before you start your
closing address, Mrs

Mills, I'd like to see
counsel in my chambers.

This is a matter of some importance
so would you remain in court, please?

All rise.

Come in, sit down a minute.

I want you to consider an alternative
to going forward with this case.

This is a case where
everyone loses.

Sending Latymer to prison,
should the jury find him guilty,

doesn't make anyone
a winner, Mrs Mills.

Well, I'm never keen on
sending anyone to prison,

Judge, but he did beat
a man half to death.

If the jury is convinced by Ms
Yesayahoo's medical expert

and accept the defence of
automatism, then he could walk.

Would you be able to
persuade him to plead guilty?

I think the jury may be persuaded
to go with the defence we're running.

Yes, and if they don't,
he faces a life sentence.

If he were persuaded, my lord?

Deal with him appropriately.

Would you be prepared to
change the charge on the plea, say...

- Section 47?
- Section 47?

The CPS will never
employ me again.

Well, sometimes you
have to let go of the score.

It's still a conviction.

I feel like something's
being taken away from

me but I am open to
be persuaded otherwise.

Then let's see if I
can persuade you.

As the defendant has
changed his plea to guilty,

it only remains for me to
thank you for your attendance.

Would you return to the
witness box, Mr Latymer?

I want to ask you some more questions
under oath before passing sentence.

Remember, you're
still under oath.

Will you tell the court what your feelings
are towards Mr Day at this moment?

I feel... gutted, sir.

Well and truly.

Alan was my best
friend, next to Monika.

What I did is so bad, it couldn't
have been worse if I shot him.

I took his life, just the same.

I tried to blame Monika
for what she had done.

But it wasn't her
fault, nor Big AI's.

First, I pushed her away

and then I sentenced Al to life.

He never had any close family,
apart from Monika and me.

And now that she's
left, he's got no one.

It's a life sentence, all right.

When did you come
to this conclusion?

It's all I've been
thinking about in prison,

about how Al is gonna
cope now that Monika's gone.

Anything else you want to
say before I pass sentence?

Whatever you give me, I deserve.

Well, whatever I give you won't restore
Mr Day to his hardworking, useful life.

Yours was a senseless
act of violence.

It robbed this man of
all that was useful to him.

And until very recently, I was completely
at a loss to understand such acts.

And much as I detest
sending a man to prison,

it seemed to me to be the
only appropriate response.

During this trial...

I've been given some sort of
insight into the sort of emotions

that lead us to lose control

and so resort to violence.

In your case, Mr Latymer,
the affliction of loss of control

was compounded by the fact
that you were a professional boxer.

You'd better return to the dock.

Mr Latymer...

if I were to send you to prison for 20
years, would you think that was fair?

Yes, sir. Big Al
got longer than that.

The maximum sentence
for this offence is five years.

Ordinarily, the maximum
is what I would give you.

And regret that that
was all that I could give.

However, I don't think
you're a wicked man.

Despite your threats, I don't believe that
you wantonly sought to injure your friend.

And there's my dilemma.

I'm not convinced that you would
benefit from a prison sentence of any kind.

Now, I suppose the press
might want to comment on that,

but I'm not in the business
of making good copy,

but trying instead to
salvage three ruined lives.

If I were to ask you
to nurse Mr Day, and

generally take care of
him, would you do it?

Yes, sir, of course I would.

I'm pleased to hear it.

For, assuming both the probation
service and Mr Day agree,

I'm going to impose a
community punishment order.

Under it you are to take care of Mr
Day for a minimum of two hours a day,

every day for two years.

Now, under these orders
240 hours is the maximum,

so I suppose somebody
could successfully appeal this.

But somehow I don't
think anyone will.

If my judgement serves
this court and society well,

then I believe that at
the end of this period you

will be keen to stick
with your responsibilities

and so make enduring
reparation to your best friend.

That was the vet, she
said could you come?

Is it bad?

Well, she just said to come.

Get my policeman.
No, no! Don't bother.

Jo.

- I need a cab. I need to get to the vet.
- Get in. Get in. Get in.

Well done, Stephen. Thank you.

I doubt if even 20 years
would have improved you.

Rosie! Hey!

How are you, girl?

I can only think it is
your prayers that did it.

Thank you.

Thank you for all that you did.

I was preparing to put her down.

Oh, excuse me.

If ever I doubted
there was a God,

this might change my view.

Well, that's how you got some
of your best results as a QC,

on a wing and a prayer.

I'm sorry, David. There's no point
in my approaching Mr Justice Deed.

It seems that he's
reserved your case to

himself and has no
intention of letting it go

- to me or to anyone else.
- Well, thank you, anyway.

I hear your argument
why these two policemen

should have bail,
Mr Stafford-Clark.

My problem is nothing has changed
in it. The application for bail is denied.

This in no way reflects
upon the vast majority

of decent, hardworking
policemen in this country.

Try me again if the circumstances
change, Mr Stafford-Clark.

You know what will do it.

All rise.

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