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You knew he was in the house.

You knew that Mark Yalling,

the man you say had been
stalking you for weeks,

had broken into your home.

Yes.

And so you made your decision.

I could hear him downstairs.

Since my son was murdered,

I've been on my own this last year.

I was scared.

He even knew my movements.

He said, "I thought you were going away."

You were meant to be
singing with the choir, yes?

He was going through my personal things.

But when he saw me, I knew
his plans had changed.

Step down here, please.

Mark Yalling and you were
about this far apart.

And the weapon.

So, in a dark room,
you gave him no warning

that you had a weapon.

He could see it clearly.

There was a full moon.

There was plenty of light.

And yet still, you--

Let her go!

Show the woman some compassion!

We'll adjourn for lunch.

Court will rise.

- You alright there, Tiger?
- Yeah.

Yes, it's amazing.

It feels quite strange being
part of the prosecution.

You're going to be brilliant

on the Day of Judgement, aren't you?

Whenever
human beings are in trouble,

that's where you'll find them.

They may be tinkers or
tailors, soldiers or sailors,

narcissists or binmen, or
strangers in the street.

Perhaps even, and this is hard
to believe, I know, lawyers.

They're here to help...

To comfort...

To guide.

This is a manslaughter trial.

I need to be professional!

Gemma Maines, lives alone.

She lost her son to that,

- what was he called?
- Harriman, Jez Harriman.

He's doing 12 years for it.

Right.

So, her only son gets shot

by some drugged-up farm
boy bagging rabbits.

On top of that, she gets a stalker.

And you lot want to send her down for it.

Poor bloody woman.

She should be given a medal.

It's obvious Yalling was a perv.

Sublimely elegant argument.

Are you part of the defence team?

I think you need to talk to your auntie.

Here.

The Met Office report for the night

Mark Yalling was stabbed.

Just challenge the purported facts

and follow Mr. Gist's lead.

Well, there was a full
moon on February 12th.

But it couldn't be seen from Yorkshire.

The whole country was
under low cloud cover.

So it was dark.

Yalling didn't know she had a knife.

She lied.

I'm gonna need a weather
boffin on the stand tomorrow.

I'm not getting into an
argument with the defense

about how much moonlight gets through

a load of cumulo bloody nimbus.

They were dense altostratus.

That's exactly the gibberish
I want him spouting in court.

We're doing the right
thing here, aren't we?

It's just that all the evidence suggests

that Yalling had been stalking her.

In his pocket, they found a pair of...

They found a pair of...

Yeah, keep saying it, you
won't burst into flames.

Well, he was going to rape her.

You know that, do you?

You've looked into the
heart of a dead man.

Mr. Mountjoy gave us Gemma to prosecute.

But our mission is to help.

You can't serve the law by going easy.

Good man.

Sorry, figure of speech.

Miss Maines, you called
the police at 3:27 AM.

If you say so.

You stabbed Mark at two o'clock.

Time of death is placed at 2:15 to 2:30.

You plunged the knife into his left lung

and watched him drown in his own blood

- for more than half an hour--
- Objection, Your Honour.

And despite the fact
that he was no longer

- a threat to you.
- Yalling was unconscious.

She didn't know he was alive.

Mr. Gist, Miss Maines is not a doctor.

You left him dead for nearly an hour

before you called the police.

I'd just like to know why.

I'm not wicked.

Louder, for the record.

This place is for
wicked people and I'm...

Not wicked.

It's been tough for me to live alone

since my son Paul was murdered.

And it's hard to be stalked.

And to have no one to talk to.

No one to protect you.

She had no choice!

Quiet!

We're with you, Gemma!

This is unbelievable!

I'll have none of that.

You think they made the
right decision in court?

Convicting an innocent woman,

how do you feel about that?

Zak, straw poll says 79% of people

think Gemma should be let off.

Justifiable self-defense,
not manslaughter.

Well, maybe she will be.

How much would that
bother you if she walked?

She's not Jeffrey Dahmer,
but something doesn't add up.

She lied about the visibility in the room.

She sat and watched him die.

But she's a decent person.

Yep, it's horrible being
the bogeyman, isn't it?

Let's have another.

I've got a leather sofa coming,

Birthday present to myself!

Friday, yes, Friday, shit!

How did you know it's on Friday?

- You told me.
- I never tell anyone.

Gemma Maines will not be
making any more comments today.

But we are feeling confident
about a positive outcome.

There's another way out, if
you're looking for an exit.

I could go to prison for ten years

even though I'm the victim.

I couldn't bear it.

I would refuse to bear it.

No, no.

You must never think like that.

You mustn't do anything stupid, Gemma.

It's a very bad idea to goad yourself.

Do you know what we need?

A dog.

I'm thinking basset hound.

If it can learn to flush the loo,

it's more than welcome.

But please be advised,
as the actual embodiment

of heavenly grace on Earth,

I will not be reduced to
picking up poo in a plastic bag.

Now, supper.

I was thinking of heating
up yesterday's casserole.

Gemma's in a living hell.

At least look like you care.

Tom, it's part of the job.

We talked about this.

To put it another way,
were you picking your nose

when they taught you prosecution upstairs?

What's changed since we last spoke?

You're not a mother, Mrs. Sheringham.

We can never have kids.

We don't understand
what she's been through.

And then on top of this,
some bastard tries to...

Maybe he got what he deserved.

Right, let's go.

- I'm hungry.
- Now.

Dumplings?

Zak, now!

Mark's home since he was 19.

He had no friends.

He dug ditches to make a modest living.

So whilst we're discussing
Gemma Maines' life,

let's also talk about this one.

The lonely one that's over.

We weren't given Mark
Yalling, we were given Gemma.

Tom!

Petrichor.

Petrichor, the smell of wet earth.

We came through here our first night.

And you, bloody singing!

It all seemed so exciting.

Then it suddenly got messy.

That's life on earth for you.

If you think Gemma's suffered enough,

welcome to the Tesco of suffering.

Piled high on every shelf.

Does Gemma deserve to die?

Is that what Mr. Mountjoy wants?

Of not, all life is precious to him.

But if she's found
guilty, she'll kill herself.

She told me as much.

Please tell me you didn't.

If the court finds out you
approached the defendant

in the middle of her evidence...

This is too much for you, too soon.

I'm taking you off the case.

I'll finish it alone.

If you win, she'll kill herself.

This
place is for wicked people.

I'm not wicked.

Miss Maines.

Not now, Gist.

My colleague.

He won't be returning to court.

It's just me now.

That's it.

Thank you.

What is it?

You've been, eh, very helpful.

If you want to continue
making no sense whatsoever,

you can do so in court.

Did you know Mark
Yalling was stalking her?

Gemma asked me to call on her.

She wasn't there.

But he was hanging around,
looking through windows.

He clocked me and left.

- Are you a reporter?
- No.

He is prosecuting counsel.

And very good he is too.

I have to be going, excuse me.

Did you see that?

It's like you farted in his face.

I'm amazed you can step foot in here.

You kidding me, I love this place.

Churches, mosques, temples,

all these confused people
groveling to a silent Maker.

No, it's wonderful.

- Why aren't you in court?
- You know why.

I think Mr. Mountjoy
should reveal himself

to these people.

That would take away their free will.

Do these people seem free to you, hmm?

- Madam, are you free?
- Pardon?

Are you free?

What, like the comedy?

I'm free!

Exactly.

They're morons.

Tom, they don't know if there's
anything beyond this life.

Imagine how much freer
they'd be if they were.

That's all my side have
ever wanted; transparency.

Do you know why he doesn't show himself?

Because he wants them to
love him unconditionally.

Like some kind of cosmic Katie Price.

Then there's Gemma Maines.

Almost suicidal.

If she killed herself, you'd
open a bottle and celebrate.

Tom, you're not listening to me.

Gemma Maines lost her son,

but she doesn't know if his
soul lives on somewhere.

It's the not knowing that gets them.

Alright, I've listened to you.

And now I'm done.

I have faith in you, Tom.

Don't let Zak and that
glorified housekeeper

push you around.

You know what's right.

And what's wrong.

Mr. Gist.

When you're ready.

Miss Maines...

Gemma.

Why didn't you confront
Mark Yalling before?

I was scared of him.

I'd seen him looking at me.

Where?

I was out walking and he
was standing watching me.

That's when I first suspected it.

I'm sorry, I am sorry, Miss Maines.

I have to ask you these questions.

Did you always fear sexual assault?

Yes.

Which is why you slept
with a knife beside your bed.

I was frightened he might
to try to get into the house.

But not once, in
all those weeks of worry,

did you call the police.

Until he was dead.

Whitby's nice, if it's
a day off you've got.

You don't even believe she
should be prosecuted, do you?

No comment.

I've got something to show you.

A copy of a police
report from two year ago.

Don't ask me how I got it.

Something for you to chew on.

Mrs. Sheringham, just the person--

I told you to come
straight home, Mr. Greening.

If you look closely,
you'll see I'm not wearing

short trousers, Mrs. Sheringham.

Here.

Zak needs to see this.

What is it?

Maybe he'll understand the woman

he's persecuting a bit better.

Tom, let's go and have lunch.

I'm going to have lunch.

Your door was unlocked that night.

I live half a mile from
my nearest neighbour.

I didn't think to--

Even when you're being
targeted by a sexual predator?

That's exactly what he is.

I saw him this one time
in the woods, watching me.

In the woods, where in the woods?

I was out walking and
he was following me.

Isn't it possible that
Mark was working there?

He had gamekeeping work in the area.

- I feel sick.
- Gemma.

- What are you hiding?
- Nothing.

Be honest with me.

Your Honour, my colleague is reducing

the line of questioning to harassment.

Be honest with me
and I swear I can help you.

Your Honour--

The stakes could not be higher!

Shut up!

- Shut up!
- The court will adjourn.

I will see both counsel in
my chambers in ten minutes.

Court will rise!

The evening edition
of the Echo will claim

that the prosecution is in
total disarray over this trial.

That's why your junior stepped down.

We've had disagreements over strategy.

You yourself seem conflicted in court.

And frankly, strange.

This whole thing is running
at far too high a temperature.

The trial will adjourn.

A new jury will be selected.

And we will start again.

Ducks in a line, Mr. Gist.

I don't know where Tom got this.

It's a police report from 2010.

Before Jez Harriman was arrested,

Mark Yalling was a suspect in the shooting

of Gemma Maines' son.

Paul's body was found in the woods, shot.

The police interviewed
all the local gun-owners,

including Mark Yalling.

Then they got hold of Harriman.

Alcoholic, drug addict, their
favourite kind of suspect.

Harriman confessed, there it is.

Even though the statement was
confused, he was sent down.

So, what if Yalling
was the real shooter?

He knew Gemma was
starting to suspect him--

Hold your horses.

He stalked her, he broke in--

Massive, huge, colossal supposition.

The police searched the caravan;

found nothing incriminating in there.

I give up.

It hurt, by the way.

What you said about me never knowing

what it's like to be a mother.

I'll never know what
it's like to be a son.

As soon as I gave it
up and came down here,

it was the first urge I had.

Like it had been waiting in me all along.

Then you know Gemma's had all the hurt

she needs for one lifetime.

Be very careful.

You're starting to presume an awful lot.

I thought your job was to assist us?!

- Not argue with us.
- To assist and advise.

Tom, I'm worried.

We're not here to worry about ourselves.

We're here to help them.

Tom...

Tom!

- Tom--
- To Where's he going now?

Just stop him.

I don't want Gemma to
die any more than he does.

Zak, retrial.

- Tough day?
- Has Tom been in here?

I haven't seen him, what's up?

I'd give him some space.

He's got lots to think about.

Richard, quick chat?

Stop trying to confuse him.

Is it really so bad to question

what you do in Mr. Mountjoy's name?

Leave him alone, you bastard.

Stop fussing, you great mincer!

You can't mess up, can you, Zak?

If Mr. Mountjoy has to pull
you out of the field again.

- I won't mess up.
- Are you sure?

Not even with Hannah there.

That is one sexy, sexy mess.

Oh please, please don't hurt me!

Please, stop!

Help!

Well, as long as you
know that being with her

would probably mean the end of the worlds!

Gemma, I won't let you fall.

What do you get out of all this?

Well, Len...

I could tell you.

But I think it would give you nightmares.

The filth interviewed over 100 people

with a gun licence when that boy was shot.

And you really think it was
Mark Yalling killed her son?

Who cares?

Alright?

You've up-ended the case.

Gemma needs understanding, not judgment.

And if Yalling did kill her son,

then she was doubly
right to do what she did.

Who's up here?

The usual suspects.

I arm-wrestled this one once,

in a pub in Kentish Town; complete twat.

Make it a lot easier though, wouldn't it?

If evil went round with fangs,

and bug-eyes, and a pig's snout.

Some of what Richard says makes sense.

Of course it does,
he's demonic, not stupid.

He's trying to make you
question your judgment.

And Mr. Mountjoy's.

Don't let him in.

Have you looked into her soul?

She's close to cracking.

So, you have to let her go, Zak.

It is not our decision to make.

What if we got Mr. Mountjoy all wrong?

Maybe he wants us to
save her from herself.

Alright, no point in us working together

if we don't stand together.

Let's help her.

Whatever you're doing on your own,

it's probably very silly
and completely wrong,

so get back here.

Evidence room.

Be careful, touching something in here

could be called tampering.

What are we looking for?

Clues.

How do you like them apples?

Exciting enough for you, Nancy Drew?

What about his diary?

The cops have been through it.

It's mostly shopping lists, doodles.

And, well, they call them poems.

They're more like,,

random words arranged in odd patterns.

That is poetry, isn't it?

"No one sees beneath the bees but me."

On a par with How Now Brown Cow.

"You don't lie there at all,
but in my head forever."

See, that sounds a bit possessive to me.

Maybe a fixation on Gemma.

Yeah, cops couldn't see the link.

He's a man of the
country, our Mark Yalling.

"Still waters running deep.

"I would lay flowers, but
instead all I can offer

"is the stinking rose."

Better than Pam Ayres.

Stinking rose?

It's a bit creepy.

Wait, go back, go back!

I've seen this before.

- Okay, think, think.
- That isn't helping.

I've seen this sign in Gemma's house.

- In her son's old room.
- Hmm, tenuous.

We're supposed to be prosecuting,

and here we are compiling
a case against the victim.

It's the right thing to do.

Is it? Oh good.

Next time, send me
somewhere simple, like Iraq.

See, I have to find a way.

A way to get rid of this pain.

We can't understand why the people

we love are suddenly taken away.

Nothing to understand.

It's random bullshit.

Paul went out one evening for a bike ride

and was shot by a poacher,

who ran away and left him to die.

And who do you
think that person was?

You can't be here.

And yet I am here.

We both are, for you.

What really happened, Gemma?

He did it.

I know he did it.

Can you smell it?

Wild garlic.

Also known as stinking rose.

"I would lay flowers,

"but instead all I can
offer is stinking rose."

How many police
restrictions do you think

we're in violation of at the moment?

About nine.

Bees.

He wrote something about bees.

Stop!

Bushwhacking symbol.

It means gone home.

Why would he bury a pendant?

It's my son's.

I knew it was Mark that shot him.

I don't care that it was an accident.

He ran away, and he left my
beautiful boy to die alone.

Did you always mean to kill him?

Did you invite him to
your house that night?

I thought it would take away the pain.

Morning!

I can't face it.

What?!

Gemma Maines is going to prison.

We've completely failed.

I don't usually go
for the sensitive ones.

But you, you're a mystery.

And I want to crack you.

Funny, isn't it?

I like you, a lot.

I wish we could have sex with each other.

And who says we can't?

My boss.

Your boss doesn't need to know.

You've a new job.

Plinth and Dover.

A family-run solicitors'.

Absolutely charming.

And the younger Mr. Dover;

23, very good-looking.

Fit, you might say.

Oh, and it's in Durham.

What the hell are you talking about?

Yeah, I'm talking
about hell, and heaven.

And the fact that sometimes the only thing

that separates them is
the wrong kind of kiss.

You can't sack me, I don't work for you.

Look, you are a lovely, bubbly kid

and I wish you a wonderful life.

But you have been messing with
the head of one of my boys.

And that is unbelievably,

unimaginably beyond your pay grade.

I've watched it happen once.

I will not watch it happen again.

I can't just leave my flat.

It's a lot of money.

You could have an adventure.

I'll go over your head.

Trust me, my boss is
over everyone's head.

Look, I'm sorry about this,
and I did mean what I said.

You have a wonderful life.

Can I come in?

I hear Gemma Maines has
been charged with murder.

She may well have set
Yalling up as a stalker

so that she had justifiable
means to kill him

and get away with it.

That is a fantastic breakthrough.

Yeah, I have a slightly
different agenda.

If you don't want to do anything,

that's fine, I understand.

For my birthday.

Oh, eh, what do you want to do?

I don't want a cheeseburger.

I had that for breakfast this
morning with a buck's fizz.

- Hang on, today?
- It doesn't matter.

- It's okay.
- I hadn't forgotten.

Seriously, it's okay.

- I hadn't--
- It's not a worry.

We are doing something tonight.

Can you tell me?

Well, it's going to be
pretty damn brilliant.

And amazing.

Meet me at the wharf at seven o'clock.

I will.

I have to...

- Have to what?
- Just have to.

I have to...

Jude, she's gone.

I thought you should know.

Gone where, gone home?

Durham.

You had no right.

I have every right to protect you

after what happened to Zak.

I am still in Mr. Mountjoy's
presence, you aren't!

- Tom--
- I decide what happens!

Not you!

It's fine, Eddie, please.

It's not really very fine at all.

I had an overnight bag,

but they don't let you take one in.

I thought they would.

Could you trust me for a moment?

They're sending me to a real prison.

You're already in prison, Gemma.

You've been in prison for a while.

Let's break you out.

It's alright.

I want you to hand over your pain, to me.

- Is this a New Age thing?
- Give it over to me.

Give me your hatred and your pain.

I don't like this, get off.

Hate, hate!

You don't know the meaning of the word.

Say it, "I hate you."

- Shut up.
- I hate you.

- God, I hate you!
- Shut up.

I hate you!

I hate you!

Stay back!

I hate you!

I hate you, you bastard!

You took him!

You took him from me!

- Leave me alone, no!
- I'm glad you're dead!

- Stop it!
- I'd do it again!

- No!
- And again!

I hate you, you took him!

Stop!

You took him, and I'm glad you're dead!

He was my son.

He was beautiful.

And he was strong.

He was everything I had.

And everything I wanted.

And you took him away!

It's alright.

Let it out, let it go.

It's all right.

Get rid of it.

Your heart was filled
with hate that night.

Get rid of it.

Hello?

Mrs. Maines, are you there?

Hello?

Mrs. Maines, are you there?

I came round.

Every time you asked me to, I came.

I've wanted to.

God knows I have.

It were dark.

I never saw your boy until...

Until it were too late.

I've been a coward.

I'm so, so sorry.

Let it out.

It's alright.

You as well.

Don't worry, I'm not going
to do anything stupid.

If I did, it would always
be linked to Paul's memory,

- and that's not right.
- Your son's not gone.

You will see Paul again.

One day.

I promise.

Don't evangelise to me.

I will never see my son again.

You are wrong.

And I'll prove it.

Hannah.

Richard.

Oh, no, no, no.

I know, I know, I cannot let birthdays go.

It's a pufferfish on a
stick in a box, obviously.

Happy birthday, muah.

Don't leave me hanging.

Oh, sorry.

Come with us.

No, no.

- Gooseberry fool.
- It's not a date.

It's...

I don't know.

Drinks.

By the river or something.

No, there's a new case,

which I should get up to speed with.

Jarndyce and Jarndyce.

I think it will run and run.

It's not a date.

Get in before I fall in.

Oh god!

Where do I sit?

Anywhere.