All language subtitles for Silk s01e02.eng

You knew you were
going to cut my throat.

Doing my job, representing
my client, reading the brief.

Don't take it personally, Martha.

You're Martha Costello.
I'm not representing you. No, I'm your new pupil.

I'm the other new pupil, Niamh.

Well, shouldn't we, er,
shake hands or something?

Billy said this judge might be
a reference for my Silk application.

He said that to me too. We can't
both ask him. Let's see how we go.

Do you think she'll get Silk? Yes.

You tell me you didn't do
this and I will fight for you.

Do you find the defendant
guilty or not guilty? Not guilty.

Yes! He stole my medal!

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Billy.

Yeah. I'm fine. Yeah.

I'm coming in now.

Hi, yeah, yeah, I'll hold.

Yeah, can I make an appointment?

Doesn't matter which doctor.

'Can I take your name?'

Miss. What is it?

Rape. Er, I don't do rape.

The process is unfair to victims.

Exactly. The rules of evidence
are unjust and wrong. So...

So what do the panel who
are looking at your Silk application make of that?

"She's a great advocate,
we need more women,

"but there is one whole part
of the criminal justice system

"she wants to kick in our face.
Do we want that?

"Do we like being
kicked in the face?"

If you get Silk,
they cannot touch you.

Do only the work you want to do.
But you have to get it first.

It's the whole thing, OK?

The way some police treat women
alleging rape, I mean, the way they get cross examined about

what they were wearing, how much
they had to drink and how they were asking for it. Anything else?

The cross examination of
rape victims sexual history,

the fact that only 6% of all
reported rapes end in conviction.

I mean, how would you do if some
barrister took you through

your entire sex life in front of
a courtroom full of people?

I was in a band. So...
Oh, it's not funny, Nick. No.

But you're doing this trial.
Why's that?

Why don't you go
and make friends with Niamh?

I mean, forget trials and rules of
evidence and conviction rates

and whatever... but women do
invent rapes that never happened.

Oh, Billy, what's this?

It's rape, sir. I don't prosecute.

How many rape prosecutions make
it all the way home to a guilty verdict? What are you saying?

Almost none.
Win a rape trial in front of

the most influential judge on the
South Eastern circuit, and you go

straight to Silk, do not pass go.
What makes you think it's winnable?

Apart from the sympathy
from the women in the jury?

Women on juries don't like
rape victims. Not for the victim.

For the prosecutor.
There's only one thing

that women find more attractive
than a handsome man in uniform.

That's a WOUNDED
handsome man in uniform.

Yeah, but... Jimmy!

New job.

You are now Mr Reader's bag man.

You will follow him,
one step behind, carrying all his gear, every step of the way.

Do you want to run a tab?
No, just two glasses. OK.

Cheers.

HE WHISTLES

Thanks.

Have you ever had sex with someone
and not really wanted to? What?

You know, sometimes afterwards you
wish you hadn't. What about before?

Or during? What is this?

I'm just looking for the boundary.

When does sex become rape?
When does yes become no?

I think men know when
the other party is consenting.

Even if the woman is not actually
saying "no" out loud, you know, I think it's there...

absence of consent.

And if the guy isn't sure,
he should find out.

What?

Like, "Are you consenting?"

How sexy is that?

Are you saying you've had experience
of this, Nick? Haven't YOU?

Haven't we all... sort of? Not me.

'Scuse me.'

Hello, Niamh. Mind if I, er...

Hello. Could you, er...

why don't you go away?

What? Before I call the police
and have you nicked for the theft of some very expensive champagne.

Just smile, look at me
like you love me, then leave. Look, erm... I've got to go.

Oh? Oh.

Yeah...

sorry. I'll see you later.

Bye.

You all right? No.
I lost a trial today.

An innocent man is starting
an eight-year prison sentence

and he was fitted up
by Surrey police.

Postcode justice, Niamh.

Guildford juries believe everything
police officers tell them.

Are you always upset when you lose?

Ten years ago - this week -
I was doing a death row appeal

from Antigua. Their Lordships
on the Privy Council

decided that my client,
hating the conditions on death row so much that he wanted to die,

meant he was rational and reasoned

and not delusional and psychotic
as we were trying to argue.

The appeal failed?

They executed him?

They had to build their own coffins
in the corridor outside the cells.

He asked me to be there when they...

It was...

Anyway...

How are you, Niamh? How's it going?

Yes, hello.

Sorry I... I called earlier.

I wanted to make an appointment.

What? No, no, no, no, no.

I had to hang up.

What, couldn't you turn
the computer back on?

It wouldn't be that
difficult, would it?

OK. OK.

Well, can you tell me
what time you open in the morning?

'We open at 8 o'clock.'

Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hello?

SHE PUTS MUSIC ON

NIAMH LAUGHS

Why are you laughing?

Very grown up, pouring me
a drink from a drinks cabinet.

Ice?

SHE CHUCKLES

Are you laughing at me?

No.

My favourite book.

I used to think my dad
was Atticus Finch.

Well, Gregory Peck actually.

He turned out the light
and went into Jem's room.

He would be there all night,
and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

ENGAGED TONE

ENGAGED TONE

PHONE RINGS

Can you get that?

Hello?

Shagger Reader's scored again!

CHEERING

Sorry.
Is Mr Reader there, by any chance?

ALL: Morning, Miss!

Did he do the death row thing?

I suppose you could say
it's his word against hers.

"You raped me." "Oh, no I didn't."
"Oh, yes, you did."

But the thing about non-stranger
rape is that it really comes down to is brief against brief.

You against me, Marth.

You look a bit uncomfortable with
that white ribbon round your brief.

Mr Human Rights prosecuting.

Yeah, well, rape's different. I'm
going to see the victim. Complainant

Not victim. When you've had 15 years
at the Bar I might be interested in

your opinion. Right now,
you don't exist.

You coming?
Or would it be too difficult for you to look her in the eye?

I can trust you, can't I... not to
coach her, Clive?

Look, we both know
you don't want to be doing this,

but picking a fight with me
won't help you feel better about it.

Sacrificing principle for ambition
will never feel good, Martha,

however you dress it up.
Hello, Niamh.

How is she?

Not good. Have we met before?

12 years ago,
Bow Street Magistrates Court.

You cross-examined me
into the ground.

Oh. Did I? God. What was it?

Careless driving. Oh, right,
so not the end of the world then.

Well, it was my first time, so it
felt like the end of the world.

Sorry.
Glad to see you've crossed over.

You're on the side
of the angels now.

Um... what's HE like?

Who? His barrister.

She.

He's a she.

God knows I understand how hard
it'll be to go in there and relive

what you've been through.

But if I had to choose
anyone to cross examine you, it would be Martha Costello.

Oh, so you've seen
her in court before?

We're in chambers together.
It's a small world, the Criminal Bar

I know Martha well enough to be
clear about one thing, she won't go for you. Her heart isn't in it.

The bottom line
with defendants in rape...

if you're ugly and dirty,
you go down.

If you're good-looking and clean,

you get off. How do you know?

I thought you didn't do rape?

Oh, I've read about it.

I've written about it.

One way or another without actually
doing one, I've done a lot of rape.

Handsome and washed
gets you a "not guilty".

Oh, shit.

Steve Clarke, solicitor's rep.

This is Alan Bradley.

Martha Costello. Great.

Excellent.

She won't go through with it.
She's here. She's at court and she's got plenty of support.

It feels odd
talking about it like this.

I actually want there to be a trial
so I can prove my innocence.

You don't have to prove anything.

It's for the prosecution
to prove your guilt.

You'll do more than that, won't you?

What do you mean?

You sound like it's a case of
sitting back and seeing if

the prosecution get home or not.

You know your way around the criminal
justice system. I went to Bar school.

Right.

And?

I didn't make it.

Right.

What's he like?
The prosecuting counsel?

Good-looking. Clean.

He's a good advocate. She won't
say it, cos she's not like that.

Martha Costello's brilliant.
Can I ask a difficult question?

What are my chances?

Predicting which way a jury is
going to go is never a good idea.

Sorry. Unfair question.

50-50.

Thank you.

I didn't do this.

I could never do a thing like this.

'50-50. Interesting.'

Hm, interesting?
Ten years if he goes down for this, and a nonce label in prison.

Interesting? So, do you believe him?
I didn't say that. I don't know.

Normally? Normally, you know,
normally, it's very clear whether a client is guilty or not.

How many clients are?

I don't know, about 80%,
and sometimes more.

It's very rare that you
get to represent an innocent man.

Would it make it better if
you knew he hadn't done this? Yes.

What, and the 80% that you know
are guilty, you just get on with it?

Er... Nick, this is my first rape.
It's new for me too.

So you pull out all the stops
for the 80% because they deserve to be represented properly

and everyone is innocent
until proven guilty?

What was it you said?
"Four words to live by."

Is Alan Bradley any different?

If you go easy on her... if you don't
go for her in the witness box, then?

Then he'll get ten years.
Do you know what I think?

There you go. I think
there's rape and there's rape.

Violent stranger rape at
one end of the spectrum and this, right at the other end.

Thanks, Nick.

Erm, go through the unused for me.
If there's anything there, I'll need to know by tomorrow morning.

I need to do an advice of evidence.
Who for?

Life at the Bar, Nick. Don't sleep,
live on your nerves, never say no.

"I have been advised by
my legal representative to answer 'no comment'

"to all questions asked of me during
the course of this interview."

These are the only words
spoken by the defendant at his police station interview.

You will hear evidence that
the defendant, Alan Bradley,

made a note of these words
in advance, which he then read out.

Ten seconds or so of pre-prepared
setting out his position.

Annie Laidlaw was raped by this man.

Annie Laidlaw spent two days
in the police station giving her account of what happened.

In great detail,

blow by blow,

again and again, she described to
the police what this man did to her.

It's my client's right
to remain silent, as my learned friend well knows.

And last time I looked, it was still
OK for people in police stations to take advice from their solicitors.

I'll be telling the jury about
whether they can infer anything

from the defendant's silence,
Miss Costello.

Now, this isn't
a 4am dark alleyway case.

No hand over the mouth.

It's not even night time
when this rape happens.

Alan Bradley and Annie Laidlaw

were boyfriend and girlfriend
until recently.

Nearly always, rape victims
and rapists know each other.

Wherever it happens,

penetration without consent
is a terrible crime and one from which it's very,

very hard to recover.
And when it happens in your own home

and the rapist is someone
you thought you could trust...

VOICE CRACKS
sorry, excuse me...

Someone you thought
you could trust...

..it's unforgivable.

You should stop that.

It's bad for your health apparently.
Thanks, Clive.

I've always worried
about you smoking.

You didn't mean a word
of that opening.

It would be a bit weird if
we meant everything we said every time we appeared in court.

The, er... the sip of water?

The catch in the voice?

Do me a favour, Clive.
Well, correct me if I'm wrong,

but you'll be faking it when you
cross-examine poor Annie, won't you?

And you'll be calling her Annie
and it will all be done more in sorrow than in anger...

until you stick the stiletto in.

I don't wear stilettos. Ever.

Look. We've got to spend a week
together, Martha. Let's not spoil it by getting all complicated.

You said yes to the brief,
you could have said no.

Armed robbery's
not very nice either.

Are you all complicated
about armed robbery?

I'm not going to do knock-about
psycho robing room games with you.

One thing - the way I see it,
my job prosecuting this

is to be fair. Great. I know
you don't like defending rapes...

PHONE RINGS
so it's especially incumbent on me

to make sure this defendant
gets a fair crack of the whip. How dare you?!

Billy. Yeah.

Oh, right. Great.

Mummy and Daddy arguing again.

Drink later? I've got to look though
the unused tonight. Oh. Yeah. Me too.

Why don't we divvy it up? Half each,
share any findings, halve the time.

OK.

Has he said anything about me?

No. Nothing about what happened?

He wouldn't, I suppose.

Not to his pupil.

Professional distance and all that.

How are you getting on with Martha?

Er...

I'm totally in love with her.

One more thing. First appearance
Old Street Magistrates.

Send one of the pupils, will you?

No, I don't care
which one of them goes.

Just whoever it is, tell them to

get a move on and call me en route.

Thank you.

Billy needs a new pupil down
at Old Street. Did he say who?

Yes, he did... Niamh.

Good luck.

Really good luck.

First appearance. Burglary.

OK.

Isn't there something
you need to know?

His name maybe?

Rush. Gary Rush.

OK. Got it.

What's that?

Hockey stick. Hockey? Yeah.
You play hockey?

Yes. This is a clerk's room.
If you want to do sport, there's table football in the basement

or William Hill round the corner.

Jesus Christ. Hockey!

Oh! I've seen it all now.

Right, I am off to lunch.
It's 11:30am.

Yeah, well, the bigger
the solicitor, the longer the lunch.

He'd lived with you for a year.

You trusted him. Yes.

So how did it make you feel?

That he'd done this to you?

Dirty.

Humiliated.

Sometimes when I can't sleep...

Well, I don't sleep any more.

I wish I was dead.

HE WHISPERS: All yours.

Were you pleased to see Alan Bradley
when he came round that afternoon?

Not really. And did you know who
it was before you answered the door?

Through the glass I could...
I could see... I could see him.

What were you wearing?

A towel. Which was wrapped round...

I'd just been in the shower.

Anything else?

And my... my pants.

Did you ask him to wait outside
while you got dressed?

No.

Why not? Don't know.

How long were you
boyfriend and girlfriend for?

Three years. And you loved him?

Sort of.

Do you want to think
about that answer?

"I love you."

"You are my everything."

Do you recognise these?

Yes.

Who wrote them?
I did. They're Valentine cards.

Were you lying when you wrote them?

No.

No... well...

"I love you... sort of"?

"You are my everything... sort of"?

You're under oath, Annie.

You have to do this truthfully.

That is all I want.

No, it isn't.
I know what you're doing.

You're pretending to be on my side.
I'm not that clever, Annie.

He said you wouldn't go for me.

Who did? Mr Reader.

Did he? And what else did he say?

He said your heart wasn't in it.

Why was he at your house?

He'd, um, come to pick up
a few of his things.

And who called who
to make the arrangement?

I called him.

And did you arrange a time?

Four o'clock.
And what time did he arrive?

Four o'clock.

Why were you in the shower at the
time you KNEW he would be arriving?

How did my pants get ripped? Hmm?

How did that happen?

Is that true?
Your heart isn't in it?

It's not about where my heart is.

It's what I say in there that counts
and that comes from up here.

You're holding back, though.
You're not doing it in there. It's not a good idea. Her sexual history,

you haven't touched it.
The jury probably think I was her first boyfriend.

Look, I don't want to go to prison.

I know what happens to
convicted rapists inside.

And what she's doing to me...

Look, I don't care how I get off.

She's lying. And you need to make
really sure this jury know that. Alan... Please.

No offence. But don't "Alan" me.
I'm not your friend. I'm your client

and I need more from you
than you're giving.

Tactically, it's not good to rough
her up more than we've done already.

This is not about tactics though.

This is about you being soft.

Listen to me.

My advice is that
it is counterproductive.

How many women on the jury?

Seven.

All the statistics say women jurors
don't like promiscuous women.

He knows that.

Am I wrong?

Am I?

I hate doing this.

I really do. This is not who I am.

But I don't have a choice, do I?

I'll tell you
why her pants were ripped.

And then my instructions
are very clear...

go for her.

That makes it kind of easier,
doesn't it?

Don't you ever,

ever do that again. What?

Side with a client against my advice.

What would your answer have been?
Instructions are instructions,

aren't they? He listened to your
advice and told you what he wants.

You can't say no,
even if you wanted to.

I forgot how simple
everything looks when you're 21.

'Don't do anything.

'No bail app, nothing.'

In, out, seven-day remand. Got it?

Yes. What's he charged with?
'Burglary. Remember?'

Pay attention.
But this isn't any old burglar.

Gary Rush is a horrible burglar
with pages of form

and he's an important client.
Here we are.

And you, miss, are lovely
and talented...

but very young, so don't try
and walk before you can crawl and waste a bail application.

All right? Good girl.

Who are you?

Niamh. Niamh Cranitch.

Get me out of here,
Niamh Cranitch.

Make a bail application?

No. Plan an escape.

What do you think?

Um... Gary Rush, the burglary...

No previous on Rush.

Gary Rush?

Yes. Are making a bail app?

What do you think I should do?

Er, I don't know. I'll ask Clive.

No, don't ask Clive. He'll think
I don't know what I'm doing.

HE CHUCKLES
You don't.

Give me a minute.
I'll call you back.

She doesn't have to tell
the Prosecution they've got the wrong man's previous.

She can't lie about it directly,
but there's no requirement to draw anyone's attention to it.

Right. Thanks. I'll call her back.

Er, who's the client? Didn't ask.

Where did the rape happen?

In my house.

Yes. Where?

Upstairs. Yes. Where? In my bedroom.

And how did you get to your bedroom?

He, er, just came up with me.

So you went upstairs together?

Yes, you know we did.

It's not about me, Annie.

We all make mistakes.

You shouldn't have slept
with Alan Bradley after your relationship was over.

But it's what we do
with our mistakes that counts.

That's what really matters.

Crying rape?

Alleging this crime against this man.

No, no, I didn't sleep with him.

He raped me.

I haven't made a mistake.

No, you're right.

You haven't, have you? Miss Costello?

In the bedroom... you were going to
get dressed in front of him?

You were going to take the towel
you were wearing off...

in front of him?

I didn't think about it.
Yes, you did.

You thought about it very carefully.

And that's why I'm wrong
about you making a mistake.

What?

Going up stairs...

you or him first? Me. And...

can you remind me
why you'd put your pants on?

To be decent
when I answered the door.

So what happened? I'm sorry, I don't
understand the question. To decency? Did you think walking upstairs

in a towel and knickers with
this man behind you was decent?

This has got nothing to do
with what actually happened. You're twisting things.

I don't do that.
I'm not like that, Annie.

This is not about you,
Miss Costello.

You missed him, didn't you? No.

You were lonely
and you wanted him back.

He has a place to live.

He's very keen - passionate, really -
about proving his innocence

and so he would never jump bail
because he wants to come to court and... well, prove his innocence.

Stand up, Mr Rush.

I've listened to this
application very carefully and I've decided to grant bail.

Where are you from? Camden.

Oh, sorry, Shoe Lane.

Shoe Lane Chambers.

Say hello to Martha Costello.
Tell her she's the girl for me.

I will.

Yes. Doctor Arnold, 5.30 tonight.

Thank you.

Make the application. What?

The jury need to know
her sexual history.

No.

Tell me the jury won't be
more likely to acquit if they know she slept around.

I'm not making the application to
the judge. I'm going to do it my way.

I know what she's doing in there.

You liked it rough.

That was your "thing", wasn't it?

What?

I think you need to spell
it out, Miss Costello, what it was she liked "rough".

You liked Alan Bradley to treat you
roughly when you were having sex.

No. My God, no.

That's why your pants were ripped.

He knew from your previous sex life
together that that's what you wanted.

No... never.

And that's why you selected the pants
you were wearing under the towel when you answered the door to him.

No. Please...

When did you make your
complaint to the police? Did you report it straightaway?

No. That evening? No.

What time do you normally arrive
at school in the morning?

Er, 7.30. To set up the classroom.

And the morning after you
say you were raped, what time did you get to school then?

7.30. Oh, so the normal time,

feeling dirty and humiliated. Yes.

And is it right you went out at
lunchtime to get a sandwich? Yes.

And that was with your best friend,
who is also a teacher at the school?

Yeah, Sally.
What did you talk about?

Er, Sally had a new haircut.

It was short... and, um, we talked
about whether it looked better.

Did it? Yes.

Did you tell her that? Yes.

Did you tell her you'd been raped?

No. Why not?

She's your closest friend.

Why did it take you eight
days to tell anyone?

I... I didn't think
anyone would believe me.

So you're asking this jury
to believe that you were raped and then led a completely

normal life for a whole week before
getting round to telling the police?

Well, why would I make it up?
Why would I do that?

He held your wrists?

With both of his hands?

Yes.

And then he forced me back onto
the bed and he held me there

so I couldn't move and...

He didn't cover your mouth?

No.

So you didn't shout?

Did you scream?

I couldn't.

It would have been the easiest
thing in the world to shout for help at the top of your voice...

Your neighbours would have heard you.

What was stopping you?

His face.
The way he was looking at me...

I thought he wanted to kill me.

You didn't shout

because there was no rape.

You invited Alan Bradley round to
your house to have sex with him.

You consented.

You more than consented.

You planned the whole thing.

But it didn't work, did it?

What?!

He'd left you.

That's what you couldn't bear.

And it's your hurt and anger
that has brought about you making

these false and malicious
allegations against this man.

This might be a good point
to adjourn for the day.

All rise.

How is she?

What do you care?
How do you think she is?

I'm doing my job. Obeying orders.

No. Taking instructions
and putting them to the witness.

Well, she won't sleep tonight.
How about you?

I want it to stop, now.
I can't go on...

She wants to throw the towel in.

I can't communicate in any way with
Annie halfway through her evidence.

It's against all the rules.

I'm not one of those zealous
prosecutor types Wendy.

Do you mind me calling you Wendy?
No. Winning or losing really

doesn't matter to me personally,
but for her...

To have done the hard part
and stood up in the witness box...

So brave.

And to throw it all away now?

If I were you,

I'd go back in there and tell her
that she'll regret this for the rest of her life if she gives up now.

How's life at the Criminal Bar?

Fine.

So, Abortion Act 1967.

It was David Steel's bill,
did you know that?

You need the say-so of two doctors
based on proper enquiry into the state of mind of the patient.

I know. Luckily the world of medicine
and the world of law have, er, simplified things over the years.

Yes.

So, let's book you in, shall we?

Good lunch?
Beautiful, this land of ours.

Shakespeare was here, you know?

Thank you. QE1 and QE2, both here.

Rumpole was here. This is England.

Are you drunk? 14 murders in the
last year, three six-month frauds, and all the footballers go to him.

Ah, I want a word with you.

He drinks a lot and if it's going
to get us the quality of work that we want, I have to stay with him.

Put it this way, Miss. My liver
is the price I pay for your career.

We had a meeting booked in,
you and me. Three hours ago.

What about? My career.

And who paid for lunch? I did.

You mean Chambers did?

Ah, Miss Cranitch.

You did exactly what
I told you not to do.

I got bail. You couldn't
have known you'd get bail.

I do like a bit of gumption though.
Gumption. Brilliant. Well done, Miss.

What does gumption mean, Jake?

Thanks for that. Your mate

Gary Rush has turned up for more.
Yeah, he said to say hello.

You all right, Miss?

Can we talk? Sure. About what?

That present I've been given.

Yeah, let's have a drink in ten
minutes. I'll come and get you.

Thank you.

Why am I doing this?
I feel so guilty.

What?

"Why am I doing this?
I feel so guilty".

It's what Annie said to the
Sexual Offences Investigation Team a week after she was raped.

What's the context?
Well, there isn't any, really.

It's just... it's the only thing
that's recorded for that day.

Does Martha know about this?

Nick's looking. Damn.

But not at this. He won't see this.
How do you know?

Well, we agreed to share it.

You know, we share
anything that we found.

He's looking at the other half.

Don't tell him. We agreed
that we'd... That's his problem.

Clive, I can't... Did you tell the
prosecution about Gary Rush's real previous convictions today or not?

Drink?

Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb.

No, you're not. Sure?

Yeah, I'm just, er...

I'm off, actually.

OK.

Half your age? I know.

Sorry.

You OK? Yes.

No. Have you got a moment, Martha?

He's a man of principal. Isn't he?

I mean, he's a good man?

He's your pupilmaster, Niamh.

It's wrong.

It won't end well.

I'm scared he'll make it count
against me if I put a stop to it now.

No, no, no, no, no. Wrong way round.

I'd be worried he won't support
your candidacy if you carry on.

He knows it's against the rules.

And quite soon that will work
its way to the front of his brain.

He won't want a reminder of
that every day in Chambers for the rest of his career.

Assuming that he doesn't want...
What, to form a loving, stable relationship with his pupil?

You don't like him, do you? Hmm.

He's got form, Niamh.

Trust me.

I am right.

Don't start your life
at the Bar like this.

Thank you.
Something else you should know.

Ooh, blimey,
confession, confession.

No. It's about the trial.
I found something.

My God.

You ready, Miss?
I'll just get my stuff. Thank you.

You're underestimated, John.
And I don't like seeing it.

Thanks, Miss. Is that all?

Some of us have been thinking...

You're forward-looking
enough to understand where the criminal bar is heading.

We need to modernise. But Billy -

we're not sure how he
fits into modern life.

What are you saying, Miss?

It's all a bit delicate.
So let me just say this to you.

There are plenty of us here in
Chambers who trust and respect you,

and that would be reflected in
all our thinking, whatever happens.

Yeah, fine. But I wish you
hadn't said that. Said what?

"Some of us have been thinking".
Thanks for including me without asking. Excuse me.

You don't think our senior clerk
pissing away Chambers money on drink five times a week is a problem?

He's romancing solicitors.
What can I get you? Merlot, please.

When did he last talk about your
practice with you? All the time...

All the time he tells you he loves
you and you're his boy and we're all

his family, and all that half-baked
mafia nonsense. And for you?

Can I have a rose, please? Thanks.

And what about Chambers accounts?
Do you trust that man with money?

What are you actually saying?
I don't want a senior clerk who loves me.

I want somebody who works a 12-hour
day, and who pays attention to the development of my career.

Why are you scared of him?

You haven't answered my question.

I think we should ask
Billy to move upstairs.

Consultant Clerk.

He'd never say yes to that.
His pride wouldn't let him.

Exactly.

OK, listen to me. There will
be nothing on that medal to link Gary Rush to it,

and nobody can identify him
delivering it to Chambers.

The fact that it appeared in your
pigeonhole is evidence of nothing.

If you go to the police,
they'll pay him a visit because they don't like him.

He'll know that you told
the old bill, nothing will come of it and he'll

spread it about that we're cozy
with coppers. So you do nothing.

Take my advice on this.

You not drinking? Mid-rape? No.

What were Kate and John
doing shut in my room?

When? Just now.

You off home, John?

Hmm? Er, hockey training.

Where were you when Sean Kerly
won Olympic gold for Great Britain?

I thought you didn't...

What? Know anything about hockey?

Never underestimate
what I know, John.

You see, the thing about Sean Kerly,
apart from his unbelievable skill,

was that he could really look after
himself. You know what I mean?

No-one ever messed with Sean.

I'll see you later, John. Yeah.

Oh, John, have you
seen Kate this evening?

No. No. Night, John.

Night.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

'Hello?'

BANG ON DOOR

Billy? I won't come in.
I just wanted to say,

cos it doesn't get said
often enough, that you are a brilliant woman and you love me.

Don't you mean you love me?

No.

You could have told me on the phone.
Well, I spend my life on the phone.

Sometimes I miss human contact.
Bit weird to hang up, though.

What? You called just now.

Why would I do that? I'm here.

Morning, Miss. Beautiful day.

Ah, morning, John. Morning.
Beautiful day.

You and, er, Billy at
the bar last night...

Bit intense-looking?

Gary Rush. My aggravated burglar
and the medal he stole from

an 85-year-old man's house.
What about it?

I've got it. He... or someone
delivered it to Chambers the evening after the trial finished.

Have you been to the police?

What did Billy say?

Interesting unused.

Who told you? Not you.

Which is unethical, in my book.

What are you going to do?
Tell the judge. No, don't do that!

Why not? Because it'll blow my
silk application out of the water.

Ooh, putting ambition before
principle is never going to feel very good, Clive, however you dress it up.

Just use it. Just use the material,
and you'll kill her with it.

Or are you too soft
to go for the jugular?

Why did you keep condoms
in your bedroom drawer?

That's obvious, isn't it?

Did you have sex with other men
between your break-up with Alan Bradley and the alleged offence? No.

Where's this going?

He was the only one for you... Look,
they were just there... the condoms.

You didn't use
a condom that afternoon because you wanted to get pregnant.

No.

You wanted to trap him back
into a relationship with you...

No, I didn't use contraception
because he did what he did against my will.

I'm telling the truth.

You're the liar here, not me.

Miss Costello?

Once you start not telling the truth,
it gets harder and harder to stop.

Dishonesty has its own momentum
and once it becomes the story, it is impossible to pull back.

I'm not lying.

"Why am I doing this?

"I feel so guilty."

Remember?

That's you.

Yeah.

Annie?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I have to finish this now.

I know.

It's all right.

I know how this can
happen, I really do.

Oh, do you?

Wha... What would you do?
What would any of you do?

Would you keep a baby
if the father raped you?

Miss Costello?

I told them a story, Nick.
What? The jury.

I told them Annie wanted
a baby to get Alan back.

Martha... But it didn't come from
anything in the evidence. Not really.

Well... It didn't even come
from his instructions.

Alan Bradley didn't say to us,
"This was about her trapping me back into a relationship."

I mean, how could he?

It was my story.

It's not like you
plucked it out of nowhere. It was based on evidence...

She's telling the truth.

You believe her?

Yes.

Look, as a barrister, you have to
shape things, you know, give them...

you know, coherence and something
for the jury to follow, don't you?

Otherwise, what are we for?

It'd just be his word
against hers every time.

And we'd be out of a job. Yeah.

How do you know she's
telling the truth?

This is not about me.

This is about who the jury believes.

You're putting him
in the witness box?

I have a new girlfriend.

We're very happy.

Why would I want to rape Annie?

Why would I do that?

Do you love your new girlfriend?

Yes.

And yet you're
prepared to cheat on her?

Did you...

lie to her about where you were
going that Sunday afternoon? Yes.

Sorry. Why?

I... I don't know. Well, were you
planning on sleeping with Annie? No. Then why lie?

I don't... I don't know.
Did you lie when you got back, about where you'd been?

Yes. And who you'd been with? Yes.

So you're a cheat and a liar?

Mr Bradley? You have to answer
the question, Mr Bradley.

Yes.

Let's be straight.

Let's put away tricks and
storytelling and courtroom skills.

Re-examination only on issues
arising out of cross-examination.

I want you to do something
that I've never asked anyone in the witness box to do before.

Look at me.

Do you understand what rape is?

Yes.

Was Annie Laidlaw consenting
when you had sex with her?

Yes. No.

Answer this.

Did you rape

Annie Laidlaw?

No. He raped me.

Look at the jury.

Did you rape Annie Laidlaw?

No.

Look at Annie.

Did you rape her?

No. Yes.

Verdict?

All rise.

Will the defendant please stand.

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

Yes.

Do you find the defendant guilty
or not guilty of rape?

Not guilty.

What's he doing here?

That's your five o'clock con, Miss.
He wouldn't have anyone else. No. Miss... Not now, Billy.

What did Billy say about the medal?

He said do nothing.

Good result today, Miss.
I'll see you, Billy.

All right, Miss?

You know who you are, don't you?

Judy Garland.

Out there on stage and everybody
loves you, but when the applause is over, what is there?

You go home, to what?

But there is a difference.
Judy Garland had some bastard

feeding her pills so she could go
over the rainbow night after night.

You have got me.

Tomorrow.

Night-night.

All right, boys, let's wrap it up.

Now, she is a workhorse.

She'll go out there and do all
the ugly things for you. Late return?

Martha'll step in. From ABH to USI,
Martha Costello is your girl.

We're supporting her for
silk now? What happens to a workhorse when they get silk?

They become a racehorse, and
racehorses don't race every day.

It's not good for us
and it's not good for her.

No, she won't cope with that.
She needs to be working like she needs to breathe.

Clive? Arkle. Desert Orchid.

Red Rum. Clive Reader.

MUSIC PLAYS

♪ If you ever change your mind

♪ About leaving
Leaving me behind

♪ Well, baby, bring it to me

♪ Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me

♪ I know I laughed

♪ When you left

♪ But now I know
I only hurt myself... ♪

He's 16 years old,
his mother is dead,

and he wants to say goodbye to her.

It's been two years, trying
to get him away from his pimp.

So you're co-defending
with Niamh? Yeah.

They'll send a member of Chambers
down to get a look at rival pupils in court. You're in a contest.

Where's your brief?
It's being biked.

You haven't read it?
I can't go back inside.

I know. I will not just stand
there and let a child disappear from view as if he never existed.

You will. You'll have to.

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