All language subtitles for Eternal.Law.S01E01.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+2.0.H.264-playWEB_track3_[eng]

Whenever human
beings are in trouble,

that's where you'll find them.

Perhaps a tinker or a tailor,

a soldier or a sailor.

Perhaps a nurse or a binman

or a stranger in the street.

Perhaps even a young lawyer

lying in a cornfield

on a starry Yorkshire night.

Sorry, forgot to tell you
about the bumpy landing.

This is...

This is beautiful.

Oh, give it a day or two,
you'll change your tune.

I'm in the choir.

I'm good at changing tunes.

God help us.

This isn't a world in trouble.

It can't be.

That's what you think, is it?

Come on.

Now!

Will you come on!

Just stop bloody singing.

Tom.

Yes, Tom, I'm a Tom not a Thomas.

Good for you.

And you're a Zak.

It's all brilliant, isn't it?

In 200 yards, veer left.

Recalculating.

Turn right.

What?

Turn right.

All right, all right, I'm doing it.

I'm going to talk to
Mr. Mountjoy about this.

Foisting a complete rookie
on me, it's a disgrace.

You must have been like me once, Zak.

I was never like you.

Is this the place?

This is the place.

Awesome.

Oh, bloody hell!

Sorry about that.

Couldn't be.

He doesn't do that.

What's the matter?

The woman in the car.

He doesn't do that.

Follow me and try not to touch anything.

I'm not going to...

Touch anything.

What was that?

Just one man with two wheels.

Now, this is what we call a market.

Hello.

♪ There were angels down ♪

Best keep your singing
to yourself, okay?

Okay.

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

Absolutely beautiful.

Get off me.

I'm so sorry, I was just--

Forgive him, he's an idiot.

You touched my daughter.

Ah yes, yes I did.

You want some?

Zak, do I want some?

I don't think you do, no.

Come on.

Sorry.

Bless you.

Sorry.

It's good here, isn't it?

Come on, love, give us a hand.

That's great.

Smashing.

Let's have one with your father.

See if they recognize me.

Zak Gist.

Suits you.

As does the new body, very fetching.

Mrs. Sherringham.

I had no idea.

Mrs. Sherringham?

The Mrs. Sherr--

Yeah, well then, let's get on with it.

What are the pubs like?

Mr. Greening, I presume.

I won't bite.

Everything you need is in this house.

Reference books, legal papers,

the internet, a thousand
years of knowledge

at your fingertips.

Chicken or fish?

Chicken or fish?

Just 'cause you've
heard this a dozen times,

Mr. Gist, doesn't mean Tom has.

You know he's a chorister, don't you?

How long will we be here for?

Uh, tour of duty is as long
as Mr. Mountjoy says it is.

But do your best work.

You'll be back at home before you know it.

I'm here to assist you both

in any way that I can.

You are here to help humans.

You help them by taking on their cases

and by winning their cases.

Don't get emotionally
involved with them,

don't sleep with them, don't kill them.

Isn't that right, Mrs. Sherringham?

You can guide, you can advise, comfort,

but you mustn't do it for them.

You mustn't intervene.

Mr. Mountjoy gave them free will.

Which is why it couldn't have been her.

Who couldn't have been whom?

Her.

Hannah.

Have we got our first case yet?

Not yet, Tom.

Don't get too excited.

He'll ease you in with
some unpaid parking fines

or a flasher.

Now would you tell me it's a coincidence?

Stay down, Hannah.

David!

Oh, David!

Oh, David, he's been shot.

He's been shot!

On the roof.

I'll do it!

No, I'll do it.

Wait, what happens if we
get shot in this world?

It hurts to buggery.

David!

Sami, Sami!

I'll get him!

No!

Hannah?

Your driving hasn't improved.

You.

You know my name.

Do I know you?

I'm a lawyer.

Zak Gist.

Ah!

Don't be frightened.

I'm not frightened.

Got him!

Not bad for a chorister, Mr. Gist.

Amazing.

Is it always like this?

So exciting.

People nearly died.

How is she?

She's in surgery now.

She'll be fine.

As long as it amuses Mr. Mountjoy.

Don't worry, Zak.

We'll send that man down
for what he did today.

He'll feel the full force of the law.

Tell him, Mrs. Sherringham.

You are to be his defense counsel.

Excuse me, I'm looking for my wife.

I don't know where she is.

Just give me one second.

Hannah.

Is there anyone I can phone?

Boyfriend?

Husband?

No.

May I ask what you were doing in York?

On my way to an interview
to be a Junior Tenant

at Jerusalem Chambers.

Oh, I work there.

It's a terrible place.

Who invited you for interview?

Can't remember.

What's it to you, anyway?

When you've recovered,
after the hearing,

go home.

No, I'm not going home.

In that case I'm sorry to tell you

that the position's been filled.

You bastard!

What have I ever done to you?

Only a thousand things.

What?

Goodbye.

Hey.

Hey!

There she is, skank!

Skank!

Where's your dad?

Ruby!

Where have you been?

Ruby!

Where have you been, love?

Dad's going away again, isn't he?

Not if I've got anything to do with it.

He's going away again!

You know he is.

Please.

Don't you give up on your dad, Ruby.

Not like every other bugger out there.

Ruby!

Ruby!

Here she is!

I'll bloody have ya!

Come on!

Liars!

Ruby!

Liars!

Ruby, come inside!.

You're psychos!

Go on, throw that off!

So tell me about Sean Yearling.

Ah, father of Ruby, son of Harry.

Got out of prison a week ago

after a two year sentence.

For?

Oh, causing death by careless driving.

A hit and run.

He says he stopped, but the man was dead.

He panicked and drove off.

So, why was he sent down?

In the car with him was
his then partner, Lucy.

The jury was on Sean's side

until she told them that he was drunk

and didn't stop.

Today was Lucy's wedding.

So Sean Yearling tried
to shoot the bride?

We'll go and see Sean in the morning,

see what he's got to say for himself.

I've rather missed this bit.

Tell us what happened, Sean.

You'll feel better when
you've told somebody.

We can't help you if
you won't help yourself,

Mr. Yearling.

Sean--

I didn't ask for no lawyers.

And we didn't ask for you.

But here we all are.

What are your
instructions, Mr. Yearling?

I hear what you're saying,
Mr. Yearling, thank you.

Diminished responsibility?

Are you sure?

Well, you saw him, he
just headbutted a table.

He's not a very nice man, is he?

Well, he's a delusional psychopath

with breath like a dying warthog.

But he's our dying warthog

and we will do the best for him.

Why do we have to
defend a man like that?

Mr. Mountjoy believes that even the most

lost, desolate sheep deserves
a chance at salvation.

Then again, he also likes Mantovani.

Sean left a man to die.

He shot at people.

So he needs our help more than a saint.

Here we are, then, Jerusalem Chambers.

It's not to bad, I suppose.

Um, Zak, it's this way.

This place is ghastly.

How can I work here?

Yeah, you're not actually
working, though, are you?

I'm thinking.

And it's Gist and Greening,
I think you'll find.

Ah, Mrs. Sherringham.

Look, I'm not one to
complain, as you know,

but I simply can't work here.

I'm not an accountant.

I know nothing of IT.

Mr. Gist, there's someone to see you.

How do you do?

My son's no angel, Mr. Gist,

but he's not a bad man.

But we do think he's mad.

He was sent down on the
word of that bitch, Lucy.

A jury agreed with her, Mr. Yearling.

Spat at in the streets,

stones through the windows.

Ruby gets bullied at school.

Tell me about Ruby.

Things must be difficult for her.

She lost her mother
when she was only two.

Then this Lucy comes along.

She liked her.

Her new mum, she called her.

And the new mum
sent her father to prison.

In court Lucy said that
Sean had been drinking.

No.

He hit the man, drove off,

didn't even stop to see
if he was still alive.

She's a liar.

I know my son, Mr. Gist.

He would never do that.

I'm not gonna lie to you, Harry,

it doesn't look good.

He's got a grudge against Lucy,

he gets out of prison,
she's getting married.

He didn't shoot those people.

He had the gun in his hand.

Just give him a chance, Mr. Gist.

That's all I ask.

If not for his sake, for Ruby's.

Pissy old world, isn't it?

What do you want?

I'm Zak.

I'm your father's lawyer.

What do you want?

I have to convince a jury
that your dad is innocent.

He is innocent.

Have you got any evidence
that I can present to the court?

Did you see anything that day?

Hear anything?

I just know he wouldn't
do something like that.

He's my dad.

Well, you think of anything,
Ruby, you let me know.

Don't let them take him away again.

Please.

Shall I speak to Lucy?

Hear her side of the story?

No, don't do anything
unless I tell you to.

Well, I can't help if
you won't let me, Zak.

Oh, how can you help?

You know nothing about anything.

Zak.

I should tell you that I
hate and despise negativity.

Please don't make the mistake

of thinking I give a
rat's fart what you think,

you pompous little singing twat.

If you and I are gonna do this--

May I?

It's you.

Of course it is.

Hannah's well, I trust.

That is a turn up for the
books, having her here.

Wow!

So, it's true.

He's sending the altars.

When I heard how catastrophically

you'd screwed up your last time,

I opened a rather splendid bottle of

'73 Bouchard Murray Santenay.

A '73?

I'm touched.

I'll be honest with you.

Didn't think I would see
you again, old thing.

No.

Thought Mr. M would wave a
red card for that offense.

This gentleman, and I
use the term very loosely,

is going to be counsel
for the prosecution.

Pleased to meet you.

And I you, Tom.

Enough.

Enough!

You know what he is?

And you're speaking to
him like he's normal.

Oh, really I'm not that bad.

Sit down.

No, don't you even talk to me.

Mrs. Sherringham.

I had heard it would be you.

Gentlemen.

You've work to do.

See, unlike you poor boys,

I am positively encouraged
to get jiggy jiggy

with the natives.

Chorister.

What does it mean, Zak?

What is it, all hands to the pump?

Mr. Mountjoy having a bit of a panic?

We'll see you in court.

A fallen angel.

An actual fallen angel.

Just stay away from him.

Ah, look and learn.

Lucy, a moment, please.

I'm Zak Gist, I'm Sean Yearling's lawyer.

If I could have a quick word.

I've got nothing to say to you.

Uh, but this isn't just about Sean,

it's about Ruby.

Ruby has got nothing to do with me.

Not anymore.

Look, if you can help
this family in any way.

My husband is lying in a hospital bed

because of this family.

Now, if you've got a
decent bone in your body--

No, no, Lucy, please.

Excuse me, I need to--

What are you doing?

I'm stopping the noise.

For God's sake!

Help me!

Hey!

What do we do now?

We run.

Hey!

Come back!

I don't think they like us very much.

You all right?

Prosecution's about to start.

You're homesick.

It's the most natural thing in the world.

I don't like it here, Zak.

No way.

Look, it's Terry.

It is, it's Terry!

My God, whoever did that
hasn't seen him recently.

He should be holding a pie, not a dove.

They're gonna
need a bigger plate of glass.

There.

He's got nothing apart from us, Tom.

It was a pretty day, wasn't it?

Market bustling, the scent of,

I don't know, fresh fruit in the air.

Yeah, it was a good day to be alive.

But for several people,

it was very nearly their last day alive.

Your Honor--

Sit down, Mr. Gist.

Because that morning, this man...

This man woke up and he picked up a gun

and he calmly walked into
the center of the city

and indiscriminately
opened fire on its people.

Innocent people.

Now, the defense is going to argue

that the time of committing these acts,

this man didn't know the difference

between right and wrong.

Whereas my contention is that he knew

exactly what he was doing.

He was attempting to commit murder.

What is this man doing?

He does that, Your Honor.

I'm sure he means no offense.

I will have
respect in this court.

The opening speech went well.

They're odd, aren't they?

People.

Well, that's one way at it.

What's on your mind, Tom?

Oh, Sean bought meat
before he shot at people.

Isn't that a big strange?

Three pork chops to be precise.

How long between him buying the meat

and the first shot being fired?

Nobody mentions it.

Hannah was there.

She's a trained lawyer,
might have noticed something.

In my experience, all
trained lawyers notice

is their hourly rate.

Well, let's go and talk to her.

No.

Surely it must be worth a go--

Go on your own!

Well, why can't you come?

Because.

Go on your own, Tom.

He's a weird one, isn't he?

Mr. Gist.

I thought he might've come himself,

just to run me out of town.

No, he's busy.

Miss English, how was it
between seeing Mr. Yearling

buying the meat and the first gunshot?

I really wanted that position.

Bloody Gist!

Please, Miss English.

This might be important.

I don't know.

Few minutes?

Can you be more specific?

I was taking photos in the square.

I remember the wedding
bells started ringing

at exactly two.

The man, Sean, stuck
his face down the lens.

There.

What time did I take it?

Two minutes and five seconds past two.

Hmm.

Thank you.

You've been very useful.

Tell your Mr. Gist...

Tell him he's a rude bastard

and he'll never see me again.

I'll tell him.

I've got a theory.

God help us.

Go on, then, let's hear it.

I bumped into Ruby Yearling, remember?

Mm-hmm.

Sean Yearling was with her.

He wasn't carrying a
weapon, I'm sure of it.

He must've hidden it
on the roof beforehand.

He couldn't have been
that cold-blooded, surely.

Take your shoe off.

I beg your pardon?

Shoe off, please.

Well, I realize this has all been a bit

overwhelming for you, but I felt as if--

Sean Yearling has a bad limp

from when he was attacked in prison.

He had two minutes from
when Hannah first saw him

to when he fired the first shot.

Go.

Ow!

Faster.

I can't go any faster.

Something amusing you, Mrs. Sherringham?

And stop.

Now, could you get up those stairs,

take the rifle out from
where you've hidden it,

take aim and fire in the next 90 seconds?

No, I couldn't.

So Sean Yearling didn't
fire the first shot.

An adjournment?

Yes, Your Honor.

Additional evidence has come to our notice

that we believe a jury should hear.

Then let them hear it.

The evidence requires
further investigation

by both us and the prosecution.

You'll have no problem
from our side, Your Honor.

Justice must be done.

If I thought for one moment, Mr. Gist,

that this was a delaying tactic--

It isn't.

Listen to me!

Let's get this farce over with!

I done it!

I knew exactly what I was doing.

Still your tongue, Sean!

And you know what, Your Honor?

I enjoyed every bloody second.

Order!

Told you he was mad.

What's the point of an adjournment

if he's already pleading guilty?

The legal term is desperation.

Mr. Gist!

Lucy.

Can I help you?

No.

It's nothing, I was...

What is it?

Nothing.

Lucy?

Lucy!

I'm not being told the truth.

That makes me cross.

Er, you're cross
quite a lot, aren't you?

What could Lucy know that's so important

Richard would keep it from us?

Don't move.

What?

Do not move.

What?

Get off me.

Look at that!

Ladybird, coccinella septempunctata.

We're in the middle of a
trial for attempted murder,

an entire family's future depends on us,

and you're mucking around with beetles?

It's so beautiful, though, isn't it?

Well, it is pretty.

Your house is on fire,
your children are gone.

What?

That's a bit harsh.

I sometimes think if people could see

the outcome of their decisions,

they might act differently.

That wouldn't be free
will, though, would it?

No, it wouldn't.

What are you doing?

She's our last chance.

We're not allowed to interfere.

Sorry, can't hear you.

"What loneliness is more
lonely than distrust?"

George Eliot.

God, she was a frightful bore.

You know the disgrace is
in losing the war, Tom,

not the battle.

We haven't lost the battle.

Not yet.

What's he up to, Mr. Mountjoy?

Hmm?

Sending boys to do a man's work.

What's happening, Tom?

No, it's just seeing
choristers in the front line.

It offends my sense of sport.

I once sat at Mr. Mountjoy's side.

Did Zak tell you that, hmm?

The whisper of his wings
has touched my face.

Then why?

Because I dared to question.

Why do we waste our magnificence on them?

It wasn't your place to question.

You know what?

I think Mr. Mountjoy is
starting to agree with me.

We will help him take
the wheat from the chaff.

We will help him--

There is no wheat.

There's just piss and shit.

And vinegar.

Yeah, you'll see that soon enough.

It'll be fun to watch.

Now, I might be new around here,

but I think I deserve to
be shown a little respect.

Mr. Greening--

Do you know that Richard once sat

at Mr. Mountjoy's side?

Mr. Greening, I--

Well, it makes me look
an idiot, that's all.

If I'm ever going to be able

to achieve anything around here--

Mr. Greening!

Yes, Mrs. Sherringham.

We've a visitor.

Two mass produced cheap mugs.

I don't understand.

They were a wedding present.

Ah, hard luck.

But I still don't understand.

I noticed that there was
a wedding present from Sean.

I thought it'd be something cruel, but--

Sean Yearling gave you these?

I wasn't ready to be a mother to Ruby.

I was just a kid myself.

I didn't ask him to get in that car drunk.

Lucy.

The card.

"Good luck to you both.

"Me and Ruby moving on.

"Sean."

Lucy, why are you telling us this?

Because...

I suddenly saw how it could be for them.

Happy, together.

I couldn't help them before, but...

Maybe now I can.

He sent you a wedding present.

That doesn't sound like the act of a man

who was about to shoot David

or you or anyone.

I don't know who did do it.

But Sean didn't shoot at those people.

It is our contention that the defendant

did not open the fire upon
the people of this city

and is not guilty of the
crimes of which he is accused.

Mr. Gist, you are starting to annoy me.

You asked for an adjournment
in order to pursue

new lines of inquiry that
would uncover new evidence.

Present that evidence to the jury.

The new evidence is in the
form of a witness to motive,

Your Honor.

A witness to motive?

You stopped this trial--

Not just any witness.

Your Honor, this is
getting very tedious.

You want more time to
prepare, Mr. Pembroke?

No, we just feel that Mr. Gist is

throwing up an increasingly desperate

and spurious line of defense.

The test for admissibility is relevant.

If the prosecution needs
more time, Your Honor...

We have the accused at the scene,

we have the murder weapon,
his own hunting rifle,

in his hands.

We have motive.

Let us hear Mr. Gist's witness.

I will allow the witness.

We call Lucy Hart.

Your Honor, Lucy Hart
is a prosecution witness

and is down to be cross
examined this very morning.

Get on with it, Mr. Gist.

Mrs. Hart's shiny new husband was shot

in the incident, Your Honor.

She is no fan of Sean Yearling.

And yet, she will testify--

Guilty, guilty!

I'm guilty, I'm guilty!

I will have order in this court.

Get down!

It's after Lucy!

Get her away!

Get down!

Move!

Sean!

Stop this now!

The truth, man!

She needs to know!

He'll get killed!

Enough now.

Enough!

Come on.

Come here, darling.

Throw it away, Rubes.

Now, Ruby!

Put it down, Ruby!

I'm so sorry, Ruby.

That'll learn the lying bitch, Dad.

She won't give evidence against you again.

I did it, Rubes.

I was drunk, I was arguing.

I wasn't concentrating.

I hit he man.

You stopped to see if he was all right.

No, Ruby.

I didn't.

You'd already lost your mum.

I wasn't gonna let you lose me.

No!

Lucy lied, Dad!

Shh.

I'll make it all right.

Somehow I'll make it right.

So all this time he knew
Ruby had fired the gun.

He was just covering for her?

Ordinary people do
extraordinary things, Tom.

Baffling and annoying sometimes,

but extraordinary.

I don't know if I can do this.

Harder than hitting top
C, I'll give you that.

Tom, why do you think Lucy

suddenly decided to talk to us?

Um...

Well.

I suppose she just felt guilty.

Mm-hmm.

Mr. Gist?

Yeah, as Tom says, you know,

guilt stuff.

You do not interfere in their choices.

You know that.

It was the merest prod.

You do not intervene.

Not ever.

If it's Jehovah's Witnesses,

tell them they're completely wrong.

Zak!

Hannah?

Not her.

Please.

You cruel, cruel bastard.

I'll do anything.

Anything you want.

Let her live.

I won't be tempted.

I won't.

I promise.

No!

Hannah.

Hannah!

Don't, don't say anything.

What the hell are you doing here?

When you're better,

get on the train.

Please.

Trust me.

Where are you going?

Don't go!

Where are you going?

From Mrs. Sherringham.

Mm.

It's not like I thought it would be.

It's messier.

Sometimes you will be sickened.

Sometimes you will be enraptured.

But, and I give you my word on this,

you will never be bored.

What happens if we fail?

If they turn away from us?

Honestly?

I think Mountjoy might just pull the plug.

Who is she, Zak?

Hannah.

Someone I knew in a previous life.

Did you love her?

We are not allowed to love.

That would be a weakness.

To love, Mr. Gist.

To love, Mr. Greening.