All language subtitles for North Square s01e09.eng

Throb.

- Throb?
- Terry Shine. Lead singer of Kids Next Door.

- Teen idol.
- Heart throb.

- So I believe.
- And you're...?

Representing him. Copyright plagiarism.

This song?

Alleged stolen from...

Grunge, I think the term is.

The Throb nicked the song from the Grunge?

It's a wonderful thing, the English language.
You couldn't say that in German.

You know why? They don't have the words.

It should be me.
What does he know about music?

- Who's the solicitor?
- Stevie.

Goon, stamp your foot.

This is really very, very, very immature
on her part.

Beat your tiny fists against my chest.

It's my kind of case and she briefs him.
Simply because...

You treated her very, very badly.

Shouldn't mix personal
with the professional.

From where I was standing
I thought that was the point of you two,

and it looked OK from
your point of view then.

Goon. Have a little tantrum.

Go ahead, the floor is yours.

If Tom can be Travolta
you can be Shirley Temple.

We're going to have to
be grown up about this.

I'll be brief in chambers.
You're going to be in chambers.

I bet you know, don't you?

In your heart of hearts.
Which of you has his or her nose in front.

Here we go. Last chance to shine.

Two-handed unchristian burial.

- Wendy will drop in to see who's shining.
- Unchristian burial?

Brother and sister put their old man
in a hole in the garden.

- Which of us is doing which?
- What do you think?

- Gender? Shall we do it by gender?
Fine.

His and hers.

Who's first on the indictment?

- Brother.
- Hussein's client.

Yes, miss.

So your favoured candidate
gets the chance to go first and impress.

- Whereas Morag...
- Miss!

- What's this?
- Driving thing.

- What kind of driving thing?
- Drink-driving driving thing.

- A child?
- Plea.

- Oh, Peter.
- Yes, miss.

What's a grown-up girl like me doing
drink-driving for? What's the thinking?

You didn't fancy the real McCoy last week
I thought something easy-paced would suit.

The lesson is don't show any moral queasiness
about representing the most violent member

of the most violent family ever when
you'll see the clerk is in bed with them.

Jesus was a good teacher.

I beg your pardon?

The great thing about the Lord Jesus is that
he was never on the nose in his teachings.

Parables, subtle little lessons,
metaphors and that.

- "And that."
- What it really was,

was that he showed people
how to work stuff out for themselves.

Much the best way, don't you think, miss?

I fancy a drink. Later, miss.

You've gotta decide as a manager
in the music business - squeaky or dirty.

Are you going to manage clean boys
or rock and roll?

As you can see, I've gone for squeaky.

No trouble.

You know yourself as a 10-per-center,

the joy of managing boys,
pull in the cash and don't kick up.

He's the kind of lad your mother
would have him through vanilla slice.

And that's the acid test of squeak.

My name is Harry Ovenden, I'm 65.
Jean is 62.

And I kidnap her from the marital home
she shares with her husband Ken.

- In deepest suburbia.
- Deep, deep sofa land.

Ken and the police put Jean's picture
in the local papers.

Three days later a hotel manager
in Scarborough recognises Jean

and her ordeal is over.

- Back to crocheting and cups of tea for Jean.
- Meanwhile, Harry...

- I'm looking at enough years to last till death.
- Death.

If I lose this one
it will be my first death sentence.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Holiday?
- Moving.

Right. New place?

- Tom's place.
- God. I mean...

- Right. With a view to...
- With a view to nothing. See how it goes.

- You should ask her.
- Maybe I will.

- Tom was thinking.
- Stevie was thinking

you might like to see my case tomorrow,
since you're not working.

Watch you work as well
as move in with you.

- All set?
- All set.

- How old are you?
- 28. Why?

Desperately young to be on the shelf.

- I'm...
- What, Alex?

Torn between two women
who don't want you any more?

Tomorrow, sir.
Your listing for the OAP thing.

- 1o:3o.
- Where are you going?

Out. Clubbing, drinking, shagging.

They are a goldmine. Terry and the boys.

But... But... they lose this copyright
case they're yesterday's newspapers.

- And who wants yesterday's newspapers?
- Nobody in the world.

We have a lot in common, me and you.

The difference between you and me, Jimmy,

is that you talk a lot.

And you talk a lot cos you're scared and you're
scared because you don't trust your boys.

Deep down however clean you think
they are, you just don't know.

My ten per cent's never under threat.

None of my boys and girls
throw tellies out of windows

or nick each other's
chart-topping jury speeches.

My mind's a goldmine cos
it's got diamonds in it.

You got pop stars in yours.

- Hello, Alan.
- That's er...

Yeah. This is their manager, Jimmy Rizzo.

- Alan Green.
- I've heard the name.

Yeah, you would have.

I supply your boys
with their nostril-expanding material.

Here.

A mark of respect and gratitude.

His and hers.

- Hers?
- Rose. The woman who does.

I'll make sure she gets it.

Morning, miss.

- Funny calling you miss.
- Funny.

After, you know...

Milk?

"Milk."

"Milk!"

- What's this?
- Billy?

- It's a gift.
- Is it?

- Yeah.
- From?

Cough, Johnny Boy, now.

Alan Green. You pleased, miss?

Maybe not.

Send it back.

Don't you dare.

- Did you...?
- Did I...?

Club, dance, shag?

I went home, watched telly too much,
wore slippers a bit and ate toast.

- Right.
- Always gives me a headache not going out.

Slippers, toast, television.
Makes a terrible noise.

Happiness. Look at it.

Makes rock stars of us all.

Clear on what you're running?

I wasn't there.

- I don't know about burying dad.
- Nice and simple.

- That's the problem.
- You've got nothing to do.

And so I won't have a chance
to impress Wendy.

- It doesn't matter.
- Failure to provide a Christian burial.

- Morning, Hussein.
- Christian is defined as decent.

The prosecution has to show
the burial is indecent.

I think I can pull it off.

I think I can run it's not indecent to bury
your father in the back garden, and win.

Is Tom in yet?

- Modesty, modesty, modesty.
- But it's impressive.

Winning quietly, which I'm sure you'll do,

is so much better than losing with a
lot of noise, which I'm sure he'll do.

- You're just saying that to...
- No, I'm not. He won't win.

I don't think the average jury is going to buy
dad under the rose bushes as not indecent.

I buried my dad. It's what he wanted.

He spent his whole life
working on a production line.

Cars.

Didn't want to end up on another line
full of people under the ground.

- Cremation?
- Too final.

Right. You hadn't seen him for months
because you didn't get on.

- So?
- Where do you live?

- Rotherham.
- Unemployed and living in Rotherham.

- What's that got to do with this?
- Did he mind much - you not having a job?

Yeah, he minded.

- Very good of you.
- What?

The estranged son carrying out
his father's bizarre last wishes.

I told you. It's what he wanted.

- Your sister Celia, she lived at home?
- Yeah. She did.

Good.

- So you're a nurse?
- At Jimmy's.

- And you nursed your father?
- Yeah. 15 months of dying.

- At home?
- At home.

And when you say you weren't
really involved with the burial...

- I let it happen.
- And you're worried you're going to lose...

Yeah. I could lose my job.

Yeah, I'm worried.

OK, thank you.

- Bye.
- Yeah, bye.

The tragedy is that if you'd left Yorkshire
you might never have been picked up.

The police only put her picture in Yorkshire papers.
Bolton would have been far enough.

But Scarborough did for you.
Why didn't you go further?

- I want to plead guilty, Mr Hay.
- Why?

- I feel like I should.
- Bad words - feel, should.

- No, not bad, wrong.
- Why?

No-one should plead guilty to anything unless
the evidence is completely overwhelming,

or the credit for pleading is big enough
to make a difference.

Credit?

Reduction in sentence for
putting your hands up.

The evidence against you is strong, but not
overwhelming, and I can unpick strong.

And what about the credit? The reduction?

Judge Styles, our judge,
otherwise known as Maximum Mandy,

she'll give you a quarter off, but a quarter off
an awful lot takes you past the national average.

- National average?
- 73 for men, 76 for women.

- I'd die in prison.
- Chances are.

- All right.
- Good man.

- You're a good talker, Mr Hay.
- It's my job.

I mean, just now, talking to me.

But I'd like it if you took your wig off
when we're across the table from each other.

I know what you're saying.

- Harry.
- What about you?

- Me?
- Are you going to talk to me?

About Scarborough, for instance?

- Integrity.
- Integrity?

We've never sold out.
We've always stuck to what we stand for.

By which you mean no recording contract, no
manager, very few gigs and no prospects.

We play the The Old Dog every other
Sunday, where we are appreciated.

- The Old Dog?
- A temple of grunge.

- Do you play anywhere else?
- No.

Because expanding your horizons
would be selling out?

It can easily happen.

Are you seriously suggesting
that someone as apple pie as Terry Shine

has spent time in The Old Dog?

Did I say that? I didn't say that.

Well, how else would he hear your song
in order to steal it, as you allege?

Mr Can't?

Are you lost for words?

Or do you need time to
reapply your eyeliner?

He took me away in his car to Scarborough.

For three days.
In Scarborough, in a hotel.

Do you know this defendant?

No. A little.

I've seen him. He lives near us, I think.

Have you any idea why
this man might want to kidnap you?

No.

None at all.

We'll take a short break, Mrs Preston.
Time for you to recover.

In steps Maximum Mandy with a subtle
but effective pro-prosecution moment.

- She never looks at him.
- He kidnapped her.

- Victims avoid eye contact with defendants.
- There's not looking and not looking.

Are you all right about Tom and Helen?

Fine. It's as if she feels guilty,
as though she's apologising.

- Helen?
- Jean! The woman, the victim.

Some women are so defeated,
they apologise to everyone,

even men who committed
crimes against them.

They do something - both Harry and Jean.
They carry a kind of sadness around with them.

- There you go.
- What?

Sadness. Spot it a mile off. Celia Johnson talk.
"Sadness. Do you think, Billy?

Or is it something else, my darling?
Something neither of us will ever understand."

All you posh boys come over all Celia
when you're lovesick.

Fine, fine, my arse.

- What's this?
- He told me not to send it back.

You're my clerk.
You do what the barristers say.

- He said...
- Yes? He said what?

He said you'd be all right about it.
He said a couple of days...

I'd come round. I'd see the wisdom of accepting
expensive presents from violent men.

- Yes, miss.
- Where is he?

Where is he, Bob? In his other office?

- How much did this cost?
- Enough.

I wasn't asking you. How much, Peter?

Your conscience? Your soul?
Tick-fucking-tock! There goes your soul.

Not now, Rose. Not here. The watch is...

- No!
- No?

- Much more than the watch.
- Let's gooutside and talk about this.

What? So Mr Big Shot doesn't get the idea
you haven't got all of us under your thumb?

- Listen...
- You undermined the integrity of the chambers.

You've undermined my pupil, my home life,
my values, my independence.

You're fucking around with other people's
personal lives and my relationship with Billy!

Who the fuck do you think you are?

You used to have grace
and a sense of humour.

There's nothing wrong with me.
Don't you dare try and turn this round.

This is about you, not me.

- And perspective. The watch?
- What wouldn't you do for Alan Green?

When is the moment that one of us is going
to be more important than him? Huh?

What would that take, Peter?
What will he do for you, Alan?

Listen! I've got dirt under my fingernails,
I've got a liver shot to hell,

and I've got no family apart from you lot.

Why do you think that is, Rose, eh?

You're right. I sup with the devil.

And the devil pays for everything
you've got, down to Daniel's nappies.

Same watch. Snap!

Same brush.
Dirt's coming out and I won't have it.

The bottom line is, Rose,
if I didn't exist you'd have to invent me.

This is how much this is worth.

Rose.

He's not going to change.

- I think...
- What?

I think the balance has shifted too far.

- I think he's grown too big.
- What do you suggest we do about that?

Talk about him.

Talk.

Get together and decide
whether he's worth it.

A change...

Talk to people, find out if there's
any support for what you're thinking.

I'm not calling a meeting unless I know
there's support for what you're saying.

- It's too damaging.
- Then I'll get the support. I'll get it.

I want him out, Wendy.

Did you scream when you were being put
in the car? Did you try and get free?

Wasn't there a moment in the three days in the
hotel when you might have tried to escape?

- Don't.
- Don't? Why not?

Just don't.

What's going on, Harry?

I can put your reluctance to help me destroy
Jean in cross-examination down to two things.

Either you're guilty and feeling so remorseful
you don't want to see your victim suffer more.

Or... or you know Jean
better than you're letting on.

You're a unique client for me, Harry.

Older than the kind of punter
I usually talk the talk for,

but the remorse thing, I've never seen it -
not in rapists, paedophiles or murderers.

So my money's on the second thing.

- You're talking in that way again.
- No, I'm not. This is me. Wig off.

Answer the question, Harry.
How well do you know Jean?

I want you to leave her alone in there.

Celia, she had nothing
to do with the burial.

- And you believe her?
- Yes, I do.

- Is that a warning?
- No.

It's a sharing of information.
I'm sure you'll be as open as me.

- I was gonna run a brilliant defence.
- Which was?

It's not indecent to bury your dearly beloved
in the back garden under a rose bush.

- But?
- I don't think it was Darren.

- You think it was the sister?
- Celia. And Darren's covering for her.

- Protecting her.
- You want to know which defence to run.

- "Not indecent" or "it was my sister".
- Given all the circumstances...

Namely the sister whose throat you'd be
cutting is represented by your rival.

- Yes.
- Do the right thing.

- Which is?
- Cut her throat.

Your duty is to your client.
Everything else is irrelevant,

including the question
of whether or not to be a shit.

Be a boy. Doover the girl.
Do you wear eye liner?

- No.
- Right.

Hi. Hussein Ali here.

Yeah, I need another con with Darren.

No, today.

This wasn't kidnap, was it?

- It was.
- Why did you just look at your husband?

I expect because she's a 62-year-old lady who
doesn't much enjoy being harangued by you.

- That would be my analysis.
- And is it your analysis, Mrs Preston?

Just support. I just wanted support.

Support? Or is it that you can't open
your mouth without his approval?

Is it that you can hardly breathe
without his approval?

Is that you wouldn't be here at all
if it wasn't for him?

Leave her alone. Leave her alone.

You know Harry Ovenden, don't you?

- You know him better than you're telling us.
- Leave her. Leave her!

No.

You know him better
than your husband would allow you to say.

No.

Will you do something for me?
Will you look at Harry Ovenden?

Will you look at him?

Will you tell this court
that you don't know him?

Stop!

Leave her alone.

I think, Mr Hay, you should abide by
your client's very clear instructions.

Have you ever been to The Old Dog,
temple of grunge?

- No. Why would I?
- Why wouldn't you?

- Why would I?
- Yes. Why wouldn't you?

- Well, I wouldn't.
- No? Why not?

- Why?
- Yes.

Because I'd stick out like a sore thumb.

- And to be honest with you...
- Yes, Mr Shine?

I've got no reason for going there.

And we've heard The Old Dog is the only venue
that one can hear Hot Wet Leather play.

So it stands to reason if you haven't been
there, you can't have heard the song to steal.

Thank you, Mr Shine.

My pleasure. And God bless.

If we run with the "it's not indecent"
defence then it's high risk

and chances are that both you
and your sister will go down.

There's the other way, Darren.

That it was Celia who did it.

That you've been telling
the whole world it was you

to protect your younger sister
who's got much more to lose than you.

If we run with that, then one of will have a
fighting chance of staying out of prison.

Two cons in one day?
I think Hussein might be changing tack.

And I'd guess that we might be
getting into cutthroat territory.

- They're brother and sister.
- That's not going to bother Hussein.

After all, there's a lot hinging on
who buries who.

Sit!

You know what I hate about America?

Aside from them buggering about
with our language?

The electric chair.

It's an abomination.

They even execute people with
very, very low IQs. Did you know that?

Terrible thing.

But if you want power,
if you wanna be the governor of a state,

or get your cock sucked by some Polish
bird what looks like Donny Osmond

in an office that's fanny-shaped...

...you have to let it happen.

People have to fry.

So, Johnny Boy...

- you know something that I don't?
- Yeah.

What?

Rose.

Talk.

Organising.

Tell us how write a song.

Well, it starts in your head.

- Yes.
- And then I leave it there for a bit.

And then what happens?

- Well, I then hum it.
- To yourself?

No, to the band, and then we play it.

- Can you write music?
- No.

Would you agree this is the most
complex song you've recorded?

- Complex, yeah.
- Too complex for you.

Too complex to be hummed into existence.

- What?
- You stole it, didn't you?

You are no composer of music.

Or do you expect us to believe
that it was complete coincidence

that you came up with exactly
the same melody as Mr Cant?

Are you lost for words?

Or do you need time to
reapply your innocence?

Let's go and get a cup of coffee.

Is this usual? Halfway through a trial?

No, but we're talking to
each other, remember?

Wigs off.

How long have you known Jean?

Six months? Two years? Five? Ten?

- What's the truth, Harry?
- 3o.

Huh.

She came voluntarily, didn't she?

Then after, what, three days at the hotel,
she realised her feet were getting cold.

She got cold feet
and started missing her slippers.

But by the time her husband and 62 coppers
descended she was going home anyway.

It wasn't kidnap, was it, Mr Ovenden?

I bet you like to call
yourself a gentleman.

Yes, I do.

Gentlemen always walk
on the outside of the pavement.

- What do you mean?
- Protecting the lady.

I admire you, Mr Ovenden. It takes courage
to lose someone you love with grace

and then goon protecting them
just so they can go back...

Does Ken know about you and Jean?

I'd have given anything to have
what he's had of Jean. Anything.

I had my chance.

That's the irony. 30 years ago.

I had first bite of the
cherry, and I didn't take it.

And...

I spent my life pursuing
what I could have had in the first place.

Terrible, Mr Hay. Terrible.

And foolish.

She's doing it all properly. By the book.

We know this cos she went to Wendy first.

Then home to Billy.

- Then...
- Tom.

Could be.

- Alex?
- These are the players she'll need.

Let's take a look at them. Wendy.

On the fence. They said at chambers
she won't come down on either side.

So, she doesn't get Wendy.

- Billy.
- Billy won't know if he's coming or going.

He loves me, he loves her.
He owes me, he betrayed her.

Billy will crash about
and maybe just about support her,

but in a crashing about, meaningless way.

- Alex.
- No!

Alex is a banker.

Alex is a boy's boy.

At the end of the day we're all boys.

Even Rose used to be a boy.

I miss her. I do.

I love her and I miss her. Stupid cow.

- I've started something.
- Something?

Something...

And are you going to tell me what it is?

I don't think Peter McLeish
should be senior clerk any more.

Right. Jesus, why?

- Why?
- No, no. Not why. I know why.

Jesus, Rose, have you really thought
about this?

- I'm just canvassing opinion.
- Is mine the first opinion?

- After Wendy.
- What did Wendy think?

She's playing safe.

He's Daniel's godfather.

- Do you believe in God? No.
- What?

In which case godfather
is a sentimental appointment only.

He's... Well, he's massive.
He's in our blood, all of us.

I need your support, Billy.

It's gone a long way.
There's momentum and I can't stop it.

- But I need you.
- That's not fair, Rose.

- Fair?
- What can I do? How can I say no?

Do you want to say no?

It has to be you, Rose.

Alex. Alex is the key.

He's got to be with us
if we're gonna get anywhere.

- Hello.
- Hello, Helen. It's me.

- Oh.
- I wanted to say it.

I miss you.
I miss you and I want you back.

Hello? Helen?

Have you any idea what it was like for me?

When he told me about you and Stevie?

I mean... I already knew it,
I'd worked it out for myself you were...

He told you? He? Who's he?

Peter. Peter McLelsh.

How's geriatric crime?

I tell you what.
Don't knock it, it's a growth area.

Crime for the over 6os.
You know why? Viagra.

The senior clerk's new best friend.

It extends manhood.

And if your manhood is extended then things
like a career in crime get extended too.

If you're limp downstairs your average
blagger will hang up his balaclava.

But Viagra and the elongation
of the blagger's erection capacity

buys us ten more years of active blagger.

I spoke to Helen.

I'll leave the room, shall I?
Then you can stop being silent.

You know what I really dislike?
How lonely it is.

Because I am serious about McLeish
and his doings.

- I always feel like I'm being left high and dry.
- High and dry?

Alone with earnestness.

Cos seriousness
can easily be turned into earnestness

when the listeners tell the better jokes.

And the other way - silence.

Listen.

Here come earnestness.

Here I am. High and dry.

I'm with you, Rose.

Call me earnest, but I'm
on your side in this.

Meeting tonight.

Be there, Alex,
I can't do this without you.

Thank you.

Is this a husband and wife ticket?

It seems that way, but is it?
Is it Rose or is it you and Rose?

Yes.

- Yes.
- You said it twice. Yes, yes.

So?

That's as giveaway as a fatal pause
or lick of the lips.

It's frightening, the whole thing.
Moving against him, the prospect of doing without him.

Love or fear? Do you love him
or are you scared of him?

- Both.
- Are you sure you want this?

Are you?

Apart from anything else she seems like
a nice girl, Celia - Morag's client.

A nice girl?
Niceness isn't a part of things, Hussein.

You have to be single-minded.

Do the thing that has the best chance
of getting your client off. Full stop.

- Bugger nice girls.
- You sound...

Honest. Honest is the
word you're looking for.

The law doesn't have room
for people who don't wear blinkers.

- Bar Life after court. Rose knows stuff.
- All right.

- Where do you stand in all this?
- Haven't had chance to think about it.

- What, too much rock and roll?
- That kind of thing.

- We've got a lot going on.
- Yeah.

With this McLeish business
we should be grown up, you and me.

Yes. Grown up.

Shut up, the pair of you.

Total silence on this.

I do all the talking, all
the time, to everyone.

And I don't want my talk contaminated
by crap from the likes of you.

This is pure me from here on in.

This is treason.

And when treason kicks
in, every word counts.

We've laid all the groundwork. We need you
to go into the witness box and... talk.

- Talk about Jean.
- I can't do that.

What? Can't?

- Won't?
- I did it! I kidnapped her.

I made her leave her house, get in the
car, and come with me to Scarborough.

- Why?
- I had to stop it.

All this endless...

I took her away and I said to myself, this is it.
Either she'll stay with me or she'll resist.

And we'll end in court here, with this.

I gave her the environment
to make the choice.

- And she did, and here we are.
- But that's fear. That's her fear speaking.

What made you think three days with you would
be enough to get rid of 3o years with him?

Of his dominating ways?

She was wrong, wasn't she
to spend 3o years with him?

That's why you forced the issue.

But three days in Scarborough
wasn't going to prove that to her.

We all have to take
responsibility for our actions.

I haven't got 3o years
to redress the balance.

Nor has Jean. Three days had to be enough.

She chose. She took responsibility.

And that's what I'm doing now.

I'm not going into the witness box.
It's over.

You live 5o miles away
from your father's house.

- Yes.
- You were estranged, you and your father?

- Yes.
- He didn't like anything about you.

No.

But Celia, your sister,
your father liked and respected.

Yes, he did.

You know the next question?

I think so.

Why?

Why did you bury your father?

Was it because it saved you
the cost of a funeral

for a man who didn't love you?

For a man you didn't love?

Darren, you're going to have to answer
the question.

I wanted to doone thing right for him.

One thing that he couldn't
say I hadn't done.

I failed him... during his life.

I didn't want to let him down in death.

It's what he wanted.

I'm going to ask you a question
you're not supposed to answer.

- Because it's a question for lawyers.
- Ask it anyway, Mr Ali.

Do you consider that burying the body of your
father in order to keep faith with his last request

is an act that ought
to be called indecent?

For the record the witness
is shaking his head.

And, for the record, I
think all of us are.

- Brave, clever and right.
- Thanks.

- I meant your client.
- Oh.

But the same applies to you. For a moment
I thought you were going to go cut-throat,

which would have been
much less impressive.

- Thanks.
- For?

Not running cut-throat
when it was on for you to do it.

It's a pleasure. Is that a bit pompous?

- Am I being a little pompous?
- You're being a bit pompous.

It's the suit. It does it to me.

You know what I think?
We should get profoundly drunk.

Five letters. All of them Italian.

- What?
- I've got the answer.

- What answer?
- To this.

- This?
- V-E-R-D-I.

- Verdi.
- Grunge and Throb got it from the maestro.

This is Verdi.

Public domain. No copyright.

- How could they...?
- The power of advertising.

Giuseppe sells cars.
Grunge and Throb watch telly.

- Bingo. They pick up the tune.
- Ha.

You are a brilliant, brilliant man.

And someone you couldn't
live without, Thomas.

You know what I'd do? I walk in there
after lunch, late, everyone waiting.

Don't speak. Full court.
Love of my life in the public gallery.

And then with a lot of slowness and a deeply
straight face, press the "play" button.

Giuseppe Verdi full blast, crescendo.

End of case.

Harry Ovenden has chosen not to give evidence
and I can't tell you what he might have said.

And I can't tell you about what he's like.

Those are the rules.

But between you and me I'm
a bit tired of rules.

I've looked hard at Harry Ovenden.
Maybe harder than I've ever looked at any client.

And I see courage, integrity...

...and dignity.

And I see a profoundly moral man.

Most defendants avoid going into
the witness box to protect themselves.

You might like to ask yourselves -
is Harry Ovenden doing this?

Or is he protecting someone else?

Morality and law are not the same thing.

And there is such a
thing as a moral crime.

And if you don't believe that
you're lesser beings than Harry Ovenden.

I have faith in your ability...
to see past the rules and the laws.

I hope you can find the courage
to prove that faith justified.

I feel compromised, all the time.

I feel that he's under my skin.

- Do the means justify the ends?
- Well, exactly.

- And in your view they don't?
- No.

In my view the means go way beyond
what we should put up with.

We need to be very clear.

A small move against Peter
could have profound consequences.

You mean you're scared of him?

I'll get some more drinks.

Where's Alex?

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

- Yes.
- Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Faith.

You've always had it in me.

Yeah.

The thing about faith
is it has to be tested.

Faith is hard. Maybe the hardest thing.

Which is why if you stay with it,
it's the best thing any of us has got.

Later, lovely boy.

Hi.

Hi.

I was just waiting for Tom.
He got swept away - press, photographers.

- He's in the bar.
- Well, I'll go.

Helen.

- Yes?
- It was him that finished it.

- If it hadn't been for Peter telling you...
- No, wait. You didn't have to sleep with Stevie.

Not even Peter can force you to sleep with
a woman you don't want to.

You had the affair. The affair was
the problem, not how I found out.

Grow up, Alex.

What I need to hear, Rose, is something
clear-cut from someone other than you.

Some proper support for
what you're saying.

I'm going to find Alex.

He said he'd be here. Don't go away.

Something else.

Forget faith.

Responsibility.

I wanted to say something else.

Sorry.

- I feel older.
- Older?

- Yeah, older.
- How much older?

About... 29.

Pour me one too.

- Say it again.
- What?

Well, you've never said it before.
Let me hear you say it again.

Sorry.

- Bastard.
- Bastard.

Sorry.

You didn't say anything.

- You didn't support me.
- I don't agree with you.

And I'm glad. It's a good thing.

We've a strong enough relationship
to stand us having different opinions.

I do not agree with you about Peter.

- You didn't tell me. You didn't let...
- I was listening. I was making up my mind.

Anyway...

It's over now.

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0