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Help him!

Ambulance is here now. They'll take care of him.

There's been a blow to the head.

She's been doing CPR for about 15 minutes.

Mum, please, Mum.

It's all right. Dad will be all right.

- I'm so, so... - No, no.

We'll be all right.

You have that horrible James Brooklands back in the list, Judge.

He's here, is he?

They had him brought from the remand centre to await your pleasure.

Mr Petros, the QC defending Brooklands,

is complaining about his client being in custody.

Yes, well, remand was never meant as a punishment.

Perhaps it's given Mr Brooklands the opportunity to reflect long and hard

on the mother and two children that he ran over.

I doubt it. Here, Mimi, do you want a nut?

- Apparently not. - Oh, yes, you do.

Judge?

Can you start a judicial review?

It's not how it usually happens, no.

The company my brother works for has been taken over.

Bracewright China. They're major manufacturers of china.

The first thing the company that took them over did

was raid the pension fund.

There's legislation in place to prevent that.

Well, it doesn't work.

The DTI says firms mustn't be burdened with extra restrictions,

or there will be no entrepreneurial society.

It's a bit high-handed.

What happened to your brother's pension?

Well, he was expecting about £100 a week.

He'll be lucky if he gets £5.

DTI's response could be reviewed.

- He's very angry about it. - It's not a cheap process, you know.

Would Mrs Mills see him, do you think?

No, not without a solicitor.

Yes, yes, all right. I'll have a word with her.

I suppose I could see Coop's brother, I've nothing else.

Suddenly I'm no one's favourite QC.

- You're still top of my list. - That's the problem.

It all comes from your helping me at the disciplinary tribunal.

If I hadn't, you'd be off the road by now.

Oh, not necessarily. And anyway, whose fault was that in the first place?

So we should regularise our relationship and get married.

- John, that's not where it's at. - Why?

Why? You've always been my ideal.

You're everything that a man could want.

Bright.

Beautiful.

Compassionate.

Being your ideal is too much of a burden.

Anyway, five minutes into marriage, you'd be off chasing other women.

No, I wouldn't. Scout's honour.

All right, then, 10 minutes.

You love the idea of being in love with me

because I keep my distance.

Real relationships are hard work.

It's much easier to walk away.

The other person always promises something better.

There is no one better. I know that.

No, you just think you do.

You need help, John.

All right. I'll get help.

Are you sure you're serious about therapy, Sir John?

As long as it's not in front of your students.

I don't have students. I lecture occasionally.

What do you do the rest of the time?

I usually ask the questions.

Yes, barristers often complain of that.

They say I examine the witnesses too much.

Do you like being in control, Sir John?

Is this part of the therapy?

Everything has a bearing.

Does this mean we're getting started?

I have to be convinced you're serious.

Could we explore this over dinner, do you think?

Is that against the rules?

I never have social contact with clients.

Neither do I.

What is it you want out of this?

To be able to form a long-term relationship.

I don't have a magic formula.

Then what do therapists do for their money?

Who is it you want to have a long-term relationship with?

The Lord Chancellor and his aperient, Ian Rochester, would be a start.

Okay. Call my office tomorrow, we'll make an appointment.

James Brooklands remaining on remand

is a clear breach of his human rights.

Does it embarrass your masters, Ian?

That is not a consideration.

Are you trying to push me off the Brooklands case?

As a champion of the European system,

I thought you'd argue for not keeping this man on remand.

Well, I... I will get to the case quite soon.

We'd rather you took the Dobbs murder trial.

It's straightforward enough. Why not give it to a purple judge?

There's none available.

The overwhelming burden of evidence is against Mrs Dobbs,

but it's not altogether certain she did the slaying.

Then why is she going to trial?

The DPP was rather hoping you'd do one of your famous interventions

to penetrate to the heart of the matter.

Is that how it works, Ian?

Either way, the Dobbs trial is on your list ahead of Brooklands.

Unless you specifically refuse.

Which leaves the problem of what to do with Brooklands, meanwhile.

- Will you grant him bail? - No.

It's entirely in your hands, John.

There's no doubt Deed lied to the disciplinary tribunal, I suppose, Monty.

It was clear and blatant.

But he's a High Court judge, Ian.

If he said he didn't sleep with Mrs Mills,

we have to accept his word.

I took that view, Michael.

We have photographs of them in bed.

But how were they obtained?

An overzealous servant at the lodgings.

Is that fair, Ian?

We're dealing with a judge who seems to pay no heed to the rules, Michael.

You're unusually silent, Joe. Is this difficult for you,

being his ex-father-in-law?

As much as I dislike Deed, I've never found him to be a liar.

Quite the reverse. He's always too truthful for his own good.

The evidence speaks for itself, Joe.

It's meaningless. We couldn't use it.

To do so would be to imbrute the bench.

It does rather leave us in a cleft stick.

Something has to be done about him.

There's nothing one can do.

We could put more pressure on Mrs Mills, Joe.

She was his co-conspirator in this.

But I thought that was the reason that she went before

the disciplinary tribunal in the first place.

We've been altogether too nice, Michael.

I would suggest a less confrontational approach, Ian.

Have a quiet word with the Attorney General.

By controlling the cases,

that go to each of them,

Deed and Mrs Mills might be marginalized.

We thought it might be useful to take your mind

on the discussion document

for a continental-style Ministry of Justice, Alan.

I thought the Lord Chancellor was against it.

Oh, we remain implacable.

Deed gave rather a good paper on it

to the European Human Rights seminar at Warwick last month.

Unlike politicians, High Court judges don't have to clear their speeches.

Yes, the director was complaining about him.

And the CPS are a bit fed up with him

taking the prosecution and defence in cases.

Deed can be very useful sometimes, Ian.

Does that mean you couldn't support any move against him?

Not necessarily.

Do you have a specific proposal?

We'd like to close His Lordship out of the loop,

along with his paramour, Mrs Mills.

- Michael? - Ah, Jo.

I had dinner with John Deed the other night. Very good form.

Being a judge so suits him.

I need your support, Michael.

CPS have bumped me from my murder case in favour of Newman Mason Allen.

They're the client, Jo.

They briefed me for the prosecution.

I can't tell them where to place work.

As Head of Chambers, you could protest.

I know we have sweetheart relationships with the CPS,

but I did nothing wrong, Michael.

No one imagines otherwise, Jo.

Aren't we getting a little too dependent on the CPS?

You and Newman and Julia practically live there.

We have to manage a balance of work, Jo.

Prosecuting or defending, it's all the same.

Excuse me.

Am I on my way out of here?

We're working hard on your behalf.

- I'm still here, Clive. - Yes.

How would you feel about pleading guilty?

Look, I know I ran over those two girls and their mother,

but it was an accident, Alex.

We're asking for an indication of sentence, were you to plead.

With the right note of contrition, James,

you might be able to walk away without a prison sentence.

Well, is that possible?

John, we're getting into grave difficulties

with James Brooklands coming back.

It's not that much of a problem, is it?

With you tied up on the Dobbs murder trial?

Brooklands can be further remanded.

Well, personally, I'd sooner see him go down and do some real time,

but not before he's tried.

What if he were to plead guilty?

What would your indication as to sentence be?

I mean, you could interpose the guilty plea and get it out of the way.

- I'd want to give him the maximum. - I'm sure he wouldn't agree to that.

- Couldn't you let him out on bail? - No, there's a risk he'll flee.

His defence team have asked me to hear an application

for the trial to start immediately.

Failing that, they want him released

under Article 6 of the Human Rights Act.

You could turn down the application.

If I do that, they'll sue for a writ of habeas corpus.

You might have to release the case, as you're not ready to start.

Well, I don't want to appear vindictive, Monty,

but Brooklands had better go to somebody

who'll deal with him as the public expects.

Yes, we'll see that he's dealt with appropriately.

Are you alone?

I think Mimi's around somewhere.

Why? Would it matter?

When are you seeing your therapist?

What's the problem, Jo?

Why should I have a problem? Do you know of one?

Why does everyone assume that I have a problem?

I was cleared by the disciplinary tribunal.

All right.

- Relax. Have a drink. - I don't want a drink.

I want to know what's happening.

Could you be a little bit more specific?

- I've been dropped by the CPS. - Oh.

Well, it happens, you know.

- Twice in the same week? - Did they give a reason?

They thought it better if I wasn't in front of you.

I don't see that as a serious impediment.

When was it decided that you were to hear the Dobbs murder trial?

Earlier today. It was switched in the list.

I was dumped two days ago.

It wasn't until I complained today that you were mentioned.

Well, somebody's been had, and I don't think it's you.

It was me who lost the CPS work.

Of course, no one in chambers will protest because they might be next.

Do you think you might be making a fuss over nothing?

It wasn't you who got the sack.

Would you like me to have a word with your head of chambers?

Absolutely not.

I'm fed up with it being such a boys' club.

Even Julia Crampsie behaves like one of them.

- Nothing I can do about that. - Oh, I don't want you to.

Well, what do you want me to do?

You don't want to go to bed with me.

You think that's the solution to everything.

Isn't it?

- Do you want to stay and eat? - No.

- Jo. - Forget it.

Coop's brother should go for judicial review.

The DTI's indifference to the workers losing their pensions is outrageous.

You can't make a case out of their indifference.

The DTI took a clear position. Tough.

Does he have the money to go to law?

The short answer is no, but too much to qualify for legal aid.

And are you going to take it on?

I'll help where I can.

- Will you support me? - How?

It might be difficult because of my relationship with Coop.

To say nothing of our relationship.

Well, we haven't got one, according to you.

But you do try, though, John.

Can you tell the court what you found

when you arrived at the defendant's home?

She was giving her husband mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Was the victim alive or dead?

Dead. Well, leastwise I couldn't find a pulse.

- Do you know how long he'd been dead? - Fifteen minutes.

Do you know that or are you speculating?

I didn't know at the time, but it was confirmed later

that the first blow killed him.

I see. Mr Mason Allen.

Do you know for how long Mrs Dobbs had been trying to resuscitate her husband?

- Not long. - How do you know?

It's knackering, especially if they're not coming back.

You couldn't keep it up for 15 minutes.

So it's likely that Mrs Dobbs assumed this position

with your arrival to give a caring impression.

My lord, my learned friend is calling for speculation

on the part of this witness.

Yes, I'm more concerned that he's leading the witness.

I do apologise.

Officer, had Mrs Dobbs

been trying to revive her husband for 15 minutes?

No, she didn't look like she had.

- Was she exhausted or sweating? - No.

- What was her son doing? - Nothing.

He was in a state of shock.

- Well, who admitted you to the house? - The boy, Andy.

Did he say anything to you?

"It's my dad, it's my dad. They killed him."

Meaning some burglars who'd entered the house.

You're sure he said, "They killed him"?

That was the note I took down.

Remind us when you made this note.

When I got back to the station, sir, about an hour later.

An hour, I see.

How would you describe the boy?

In the face of his father having been bludgeoned to death?

Mr Mason Allen.

I do apologise, my lord.

Um, one further point, Sergeant.

Mr Justice Everard has taken the case.

He's arranged for the charge against Brooklands to revert

to causing death by dangerous driving.

- When did this happen, Coop? - Well, I've just heard.

No!

It must be manslaughter.

I knew that's what you recommended, Judge.

If they think they've outmanoeuvred me...

Brooklands could walk free, especially if he pleads guilty.

I'll talk to the Attorney General.

What do you expect from me? The CPS determines the charges.

With a little help from Monty Everard.

Oh, I could have a word with the director.

I'm not inclined.

Plea bargaining's a loathsome process, Alan.

Families of victims feel betrayed.

If it happens with Brooklands, it'll be a travesty.

You're overreacting, Sir John.

Sometimes the lesser charges guarantee a conviction.

Here it will guarantee that Brooklands walks free.

Oh, I don't know.

Isn't this something that might never happen?

If it does,

there will be trouble.

My lord, the prosecution having amended the charge against Mr Brooklands

to causing death by dangerous driving,

my client would wish to have the indictment put again.

As long as he realises this is still a serious charge.

James Brooklands,

on the charge of causing death by dangerous driving,

that on the 15th of March last,

you caused a motor vehicle you were driving

to go out of control,

killing Alison and Liza Cox and their mother, Vanessa.

How do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Is there anything you wish to say in mitigation before I pass sentence?

Well, I don't know what I could say to the family of the victims, sir.

If I could bring them back with some act,

some personal sacrifice,

I'd give away my business.

Even give away my life.

Their deaths have haunted me.

If you were to put me in prison for the rest of my life,

I still couldn't escape what I'd done.

I shouldn't have been talking on the phone while I was driving.

No one should.

I've written to every member of Parliament.

I'm lobbying all the influential people I know

to get the law changed.

Something should result from this... This tragedy.

I couldn't bear it if it doesn't.

We are pleased to note your remorse, Mr Brooklands.

It would be uncharitable to ignore it.

- My lord... - Now, I've read all the reports

on the defendant, Mr Gaydon.

- Yes, but I... - I don't need to see anything more

before I pass sentence.

Mr Brooklands.

This is a charge that warrants a long prison sentence.

However, it is clear that you have suffered greatly

while being remanded.

I imagine the thought of going back to prison fills you with terror.

Yes, sir, it terrifies me.

Then prison has served a useful purpose.

I sentence you to what will amount to time served on remand.

But added to this,

I'm going to give you the maximum sentence in the community.

Two hundred and forty hours service.

Release him.

All rise.

Wretch. You miserable wretch.

- You are out of control. - You're impotent.

And you, sir, are a barefaced liar.

What do you think you're doing in my court?

Witnessing how spineless you are.

You make me ashamed of the bench.

Ah, and what are you doing to do? Resign?

No, I'm going to talk to the Attorney General again,

have him appeal your sentence and stick your crony in jail.

I spoke to him earlier.

Sir Alan sees Brooklands as a wealth creator.

One who shouldn't be in prison.

Is there nothing you can do about Brooklands, Judge?

Not unless he kills somebody else, no.

It's Justice Everard and the Attorney General

I should like to do something about.

I'm gonna talk to the Times' law correspondent.

Let's see how comfortable that makes them feel.

The Brooklands case represents the very heart of cronyism in our system.

We all tend to favour our own, of course. It's only human nature.

Politicians and political appointees

will tend to favour the likes of James Brooklands.

They make huge donations to the party.

What do you feel is the solution, Sir John?

Well, that's a big question.

Not having politics funded by donations in the first place

would be a start.

Having independent government Law Officers

instead of political apparatchiks would also help.

You see, politicians aren't the consciousness.

They only reflect our consciousness.

Do you intend to resign now, Sir John?

No.

I intend to stay and fight the administrative corruption

displayed by Mr Justice Everard and his cohorts in Court Number One.

- Can I quote that directly? - Yes.

Everything that I have said has been on the record.

It's been a poor day for justice.

If you're rich and keep on making money,

then you're above the law.

Look at these.

Unless we achieve some effective damage limitation very fast, Laurence,

one or both of us are liable to be transferred to Defra.

Or worse, Immigration.

We could go on the counter-offensive.

Do you have one?

Do you have a good bodyguard?

- Do I need one? - I've just been reading your press.

You free for lunch?

What's the problem, Mrs Dobbs?

I've been thinking about Andy.

I need to see him.

You can't. He's a defence witness.

I don't want him to be.

He mustn't be.

But he'll confirm what happened.

Without him, you could be facing a murder conviction.

If that happens, there can be only one sentence.

Life imprisonment.

I don't care.

I don't want him to suffer any more.

I can't bear what this is doing to him.

Mrs Dobbs, I've talked at length with Andy.

He's a very sensible young man.

He'll do your case nothing but good. Trust me on this, please.

Sergeant Milbrook, you said in evidence

that the room was orderly with no signs of a struggle.

That's right, there wasn't.

Did you look anywhere else in the house?

I did look in the other rooms, sir.

There was no sign of a struggle there, either.

So your impression was of a neat, orderly household?

Yes.

Lived in by orderly, restrained individuals.

- Yes? - Yes.

I did get that impression.

Have you ever rowed with your partner?

Once or twice.

Smashed the furniture, turned it over?

No, I can't say we did.

No. It's not the furniture we row with, but another person.

If someone was attacking you and then turned on a child

who was trying to stop that attack,

and you ran to find something with which to threaten him and stop him,

there needn't necessarily be furniture involved, need there?

No, not really.

Then, in those circumstances, it wouldn't be surprising

that the house of three very orderly people

- remained orderly, would it? - No.

- I suppose it wouldn't. - Just as you found it.

With your leave, my lord,

I'd like to call Detective Chief Inspector Hurst.

It's totally scandalous, Ian.

It's libellous.

Well, we can't sue Deed for libel.

I'd like to wring his damn neck.

We mustn't give him the satisfaction

of responding publicly.

Well, then, do something about him.

We can't swat him, Monty.

The Lord Chancellor's meeting with the Attorney and the Home Secretary

to discuss how we might respond.

Well, don't let him have any more cases.

Alas, he has a number reserved to himself.

Then, we'll take them away from him.

It's not just you who got a bad press, Monty.

We did, Court Services did and the CPS.

You were altogether too lenient with Brooklands.

The man either makes money for the country or he doesn't.

He can't do it in prison.

I'll speak with Deed when he rises.

I don't want him on my circuit a moment longer.

If we can't stop him hearing his reserve cases,

then marginalise him back at the Strand.

Mightn't that be seen to be punishing him?

Since when was Central London a punishment?

I'll talk to him, Monty.

Perhaps we'll put more pressure on Mrs Mills.

Come in.

Jo, how's it going?

- I'm thinking of taking up knitting. - Oh, dear.

Still becalmed, are we?

Well, um...

I hate to be the bearer of more bad news,

but CPS are thinking of

dropping you from their silks list.

Did they say why?

Oh, too many silks, I think.

You don't believe that.

I rather think John went over the top with his public utterances.

Don't you?

Why don't we have lunch?

Talk about your future.

Are you free?

Oh. No, I'm not, I'm afraid.

Everard brought the bench and the Lord Chancellor's department

to the lowest and most shameful point since before the abolition

of capital punishment, and you want me to apologise?

The fact is, Sir John,

judges don't normally criticise their brethren. Not in public.

The public expects judges to be fair and decent,

but above all, just.

What I witnessed was so wantonly unjust,

it cried out for a public statement.

He should be exscinded from all judicial functions.

And woe betide you if you or your department had anything to do with it,

because I'm gonna push and push on this

until I get justice for those two children

and their mother.

Yes, well, I'm sure the Lord Chancellor will have something to say about that.

He wants to see you after adjournment tomorrow.

No, I have another engagement.

Is that wise, Sir John?

Well, possibly not.

But when you conspire to behave corruptly,

it has consequences for all of us.

No one has behaved corruptly.

Yes, well, that's not how it appears.

Now, if you will excuse me, I do have another appointment.

There is one other thing, Sir John.

Sir Monty is refusing to have you sitting in his jurisdiction.

Well, as the presider, that is his right.

You do have the power to move me on elsewhere.

But where?

Yes. Well...

Gosh, John, who are you meeting that you turned down the Lord Chancellor?

Rachel Crawcheck.

Therapist.

Do they know about that?

They know everything else about my private life.

You've been in scrapes, but never this serious.

Why don't you keep your mouth shut?

Then neither of us would be in trouble.

What does your head of chambers have to say?

Your press coverage is all anyone wants to talk about.

What are they gonna do, sack me?

Nobody's sacked a judge since 1830.

But can you win?

I'm not sure what winning would mean.

Having Legover back down, for a start.

As long as Brooklands remains free,

the justice system is tainted.

You cannot force the Attorney General

to appeal the sentence.

No, exactly. Alan Peasmarsh is part of the political machine.

Law Officers should be entirely independent,

free to advise the government according to law,

not party interests.

Lower your sights, John. Just go after Monty Everard.

No, that's like treating the symptom and not the cause.

He wouldn't have behaved as he did without a nod from those weasels.

You're either very brave or wholly right,

and I don't know which.

Or totally foolish.

Oh, maybe I ought to marry you and look after you.

They're all ready, Judge.

Did we hear from the Attorney General yet?

Sir Alan Peasmarsh is in a meeting,

which is likely to go on all day.

Keep trying, Coop, I want a meeting.

Chief Inspector, after the defendant was charged,

can you tell the court what she said?

She changed her story.

She said it wasn't intruders who had killed her husband,

it was her following a row.

When did the intruders first enter the story?

When I interviewed both her and her son at the house.

Both had exactly similar stories.

Did you believe them?

At first it seemed to make sense, but we found no sign of burglary.

Did the defendant explain that?

She said Andy had opened the door to them.

Well, the story came apart at the station and she confessed.

Hmm, did you establish a motive?

Well, Mr and Mrs Dobbs rowed frequently.

Mostly about her wanting to leave him and go off with her son.

Mr Dobbs wouldn't agree to a divorce. He's a devout Catholic.

Was that a motive, Chief Inspector?

He couldn't stop her divorcing him after the statutory separation.

Mrs Dobbs was dependent on him financially.

Well, that makes for an even less sound motive for murder.

He held some threat over her about the boy,

but we couldn't get from the defendant what it was.

Well, perhaps we'll learn it during the defence's case.

When Mrs Dobbs changed her story, what was your reaction?

Did you believe her?

Not at first. She didn't seem the type.

Is there a type that murders their spouse?

Broadly, there is.

Usually more emotionally volatile people.

Mrs Dobbs was very demure.

Demure. Dedicated. A close mother.

Yes. Our inquiries suggested she was too close.

Overly protective.

It's most mothers' instinct to protect their young.

That's most parents' instinct.

Can a mother, therefore, be overprotective,

especially in today's climate?

Some witnesses say it was cloying. He is 16.

You say that as if it's an age where she should have nothing more to do with him.

Are you a parent?

No.

Then would it be fair to say that your only contact

with young teenagers has been at the rougher end?

I have dealt with a lot of kids in trouble.

Would it be true to say that you haven't experienced the kind of anxiety

that most parents have for their children?

Yes, I haven't experienced that.

Then are you in a position to say how protective

a mother should be when her son is being attacked?

She bludgeoned the man to death.

This demure little woman turned into a tiger in defence of her offspring,

who was being attacked by a savage beast.

You do accept he was, at that time, a savage beast?

No, I don't.

Did you look into the history of the victim?

No.

Even though he was killed while attacking his son?

Well, we only have her word for that.

You clearly didn't examine the victim's background

other than for clues that might strengthen the motive for murder.

Had you done so, his medical history would have shown

that Mr Dobbs was on a high dose of lithium to stabilise him

and stop his violent and destructive bouts of melancholia. It's here,

in his medical record.

Are you exhibiting these, Mr Powell?

I will be, my lord, along with an independent report from a pathologist

that shows there was no lithium in his blood or organs.

Okay.

This bears out our contention that Mr Dobbs

hadn't been taking his medication.

As a result of this, he was prone to violent outbursts

and splenetic bouts of accusatory paranoia.

In the event of a man prone to such violent outbursts,

is it not reasonable that a loving mother

might lash out to protect her son?

Yes, when put like that.

I'd like to speak to the Attorney General, please.

That's what you keep telling my clerk.

I do intend to speak to Sir Alan and if that doesn't happen soon,

I'm going to come and camp outside his door.

He knows what it's about.

No luck, Judge?

How long can he avoid me?

A lot longer than this.

There's a priest trying to contact you, Judge.

A Father Cattle.

Did he say what it was about?

He wouldn't say.

Perhaps the Lord Chancellor sent him to hear my confession.

Is your brother still pursuing judicial review?

Oh, we're seeing Mrs Mills this evening.

Hmm.

Well, Father Cattle better say what it is he wants.

You haven't forgotten Dr Crawcheck?

No.

Tell me about your day, Sir John.

- What I do? - Is that how you define your day?

Well, the law takes up most of my time.

Do you wake thinking about the law?

Sometimes.

Reviewing a decision I may have made

or have still to make.

Sometimes worrying about something in the past.

Do you do that often?

Wake up worrying about mistakes I may have made?

No, not often.

Is that because you don't often get it wrong?

Well, I do try not to.

That wasn't what I asked, Sir John.

Well, I sometimes get things wrong, of course.

Making public my row with government law officers

may have been a mistake.

Are you going to do anything about it?

What's the purpose of this line of questioning?

I'm trying to establish that if, when you recognise a mistake,

you're able to put it right.

Ah.

Well, you see,

the problem with the law

is that you often don't realise that you've made a mistake

until someone on the Appellate Bench puts it right.

What about elsewhere?

I don't wake up sweating about mistakes I may have made.

Would you recognise them?

I don't have regrets.

Can you tell me about your sexual relationships?

Can you be a little more specific?

Do you ever think about the women you've slept with?

Yes.

Especially if I'm still in bed with them.

The next day, the day after?

They're not my preoccupation.

Could you do without women?

I thought the idea of this

was to get me into the sort of shape where I could successfully

pursue one woman.

Therapy doesn't work like that, Sir John.

I'm scared the Judge isn't gonna survive this.

He's been in other scrapes with the LCD.

Nothing so serious.

What's being said around the Court?

Well, it's thought he's on his way out.

That's not realistic. He's a High Court judge.

No one has ever spoken out like that.

The trouble is the more you tell him not to do something,

the more he tends to do it.

He was right to say what he said, Mrs Mills.

It doesn't help him, though, does it?

- Yes? - Mrs Mills?

Mrs Cooper's brother is here.

Show him up.

Will the Judge be all right?

What is your earliest memory as a child?

Um, at the zoo.

My dad giving a monkey a toffee.

The monkey unwrapped the toffee, ate the paper

and threw the toffee away.

I was two.

Is that a happy memory?

I think of it with affection.

You have brothers and sisters?

Yes, an older sister.

My mother adopted me after she miscarried

and couldn't have more children.

Why did it take you almost an hour to tell me that?

You didn't ask me.

Does it disturb you, Sir John?

I had a very happy early childhood.

I didn't find out I was adopted until my 50s.

Do you know the circumstances of your separation from your blood mother?

No, didn't need to.

My adoptive mother was my mother,

as far as I was concerned.

Is she still alive?

No, she committed suicide when I was 10.

I think this is painful.

We have to leave it there, Sir John.

Next week at the same time?

Why not?

It's entirely up to you.

Yes, I would like to come again.

You're alone?

Just when I was beginning to think my life was over,

I'm gonna have to spend the whole evening here on my own

and then you walk in.

I saw Coop and her brother.

- Is he going ahead? - We talked about you.

- How you'll survive. - Ah.

Do you remember that animal rights protestor who went on hunger strike?

Well, going on hunger strike is novel.

You'll be the thinnest High Court judge in history.

Charlie said to me then,

"If the law can't deliver justice for him,

"then I don't see any point in carrying on with the law."

I'm beginning to know how she feels.

Judicial suicide won't help. They'll win.

You staying for supper?

Will you give up this fight?

Is that your price?

You may have the media on your side,

but can you rely on them?

Public opinion's on my side.

That's even more fickle, John.

All I need is a bit of luck.

You've never fought this way before.

Every other tilt at them has been with the sharpness of your intellect.

- Has it suddenly become dull? - This is about pride.

Now, I don't care if you win or lose.

I do care about you.

Stop this.

Let's get married.

- You don't mean that. - Yes, I do.

You're my dream, John.

Ever since I was a young woman and you helped my father when he was in trouble.

You were everything a woman could want.

I think about you every day.

I was too scared to let you in too close

in case you overwhelmed me, but all I ever wanted was to be overwhelmed.

If I was half as smart as you seem to think I am,

I would have realised that.

I've been too busy telling myself I didn't care, I didn't want you.

I've always known you were a womaniser, and perhaps you always will be.

I can pretend you love only me.

I do love only you. Why do you think I'm having therapy?

- So I can commit to one person. - So is that yes?

You'll stop fighting them?

- We'll get married? - Does one depend upon the other?

- I mean, are they mutually exclusive? - Yes, I'm making them so.

To see injustice like that and just let it

slide away without a whimper,

it's more than I could stand. It's more than you could stand.

But there are other fights.

Get to the appeal court. There you can change what governments do.

Don't ask me to back away from this, Jo.

You stupid, stupid man.

Dr Graceman, you carried out a post mortem on Alexander Dobbs.

Can you tell the court the extent of that examination?

It was a full post mortem.

All the major organs, the brain,

tissue and blood were examined.

Was there anything particular in your findings?

The right side of the skull was crushed,

suggesting a blow from behind by a right-handed person.

Splintered bone had severed the carotid artery.

The force of the blow drove a splinter deep into the brain stem.

Death was instantaneous.

Did the second, third and fourth blows

indicate the manner in which he was attacked?

Yes. It was savage, like someone going berserk.

Did you analyse the blood, Doctor?

I did.

In the light of the statement given to the police by the defendant,

I examined the blood

and had a blood scientist examine it as well.

And what was particular to the defendant's statement

that made you do this?

She told the police her husband had been attacking first her

then her son.

It was at that point she hit him.

And did you find any inconsistency in her story?

I did.

If the victim had been attacking first one

then the other member of his family,

there would almost certainly have been free adrenaline in his blood

from his stimulated adrenal glands.

We found none.

Does the blood indicate the state of the body

immediately prior to death?

Generally, it indicates whether a person had been drinking, taking drugs,

eating agreeable food.

Were any of these indicators present in Mr Dobbs?

The red platelets indicated he was deeply relaxed,

possibly listening to something like Mozart or Bach.

Would Bach make a difference to the blood?

Indeed, my lord. Something like the cantatas

beneficially affects the alpha rhythms of the brain.

Heavy rock, like Black Sabbath, stimulates the brain,

causing the adrenal glands to overwork.

I'd better tell my daughter.

Does your daughter listen to Black Sabbath, my lord?

I'd be surprised.

She's a big fan.

One of our shared pleasures.

Let us get this right, Dr Graceman.

The assailant would've crept up on the victim,

while he was asleep, and smashed him over the head.

My lord, my learned friend is leading the witness.

Yes, he's going in for the kill, Mr Powell.

Possibly he's been listening to Black Sabbath.

I will try to re-educate my musical taste, sir.

Yes, and rephrase your question.

Well, I withdraw the question.

Doctor.

You said, "If the victim had been on his feet, attacking first one,

"then the other member of his family,

"there would almost certainly be free adrenaline in his blood."

Why "almost certainly", Doctor?

Why can't you be more definite?

Why not, "There would certainly be free adrenaline in his blood"?

Because one can never be absolute.

In other words, it doesn't always happen.

Nor can one be absolute about adrenaline entering the bloodstream,

as you describe.

Is it not true that lithium

suppresses adrenal response?

So, there wouldn't necessarily be adrenaline in the blood.

Yes, it can do.

Thank you, Doctor.

Mr Mason Allen.

Was there lithium in the victim's blood?

None was found.

Thank you, Doctor.

Dr Graceman was my last witness.

And that concludes the case for the Crown, my lord.

The priest, Father Cattle,

is most insistent about seeing you, Judge.

And he won't say what it's about?

He said having read your bold statements in the newspaper

made him bold.

Perhaps it's not my soul he's after.

All right, Coop, make an appointment.

Well, he's in the building now.

Well, I could give him 10 minutes, as I've risen early.

Thanks.

These entries make very interesting reading, Father.

What were you doing with Mr Dobbs' diary?

He wanted me to have it for safekeeping.

- What did he mean by that? - I don't know.

I'm not at liberty to tell what he told me

in confession about his wife and son.

I have no means of knowing if it's true.

He was a troubled soul.

I don't know if I can use it now, the prosecution's closed its case.

I think it's too late.

I did wrestle with my conscience for a long while about going to the police.

Yes, I think perhaps you should have done.

Well, I was trying to reconcile the need for justice

with the question of confidence I owe to Mr Dobbs even now.

If what Mr Dobbs has written in his diary is true,

it provides a motive for Mrs Dobbs killing him.

I'll leave it to your conscience how best to use the diary, Sir John.

I'll pray for you to do what's right.

Mrs Dobbs,

was your relationship with your husband a happy one?

No.

I don't know why I married him, really.

No, that's not true.

I do.

It was for support.

Mutual support.

I'd recently lost my mother, who I'd nursed since I was 15.

She'd had a stroke

and begged me not to let her go into a home.

Alec had lost his mother around the same time.

She'd also had a stroke.

We met at the stroke victims support group.

Did you feel anything for the man you married?

I admired him

for supporting his mother the way he did.

Alec had wonderful qualities,

which I thought he'd bring to our marriage,

and, at first, he did.

And when I got pregnant,

I thought they'd develop into love.

But instead, he got more and more demanding.

He accused me of having an affair

and saying Andy wasn't his child.

Were you able to convince him he was?

Only after DNA tests showed that he was the father.

Then he said

I'd slept with the doctor and got him to lie.

Soon after that,

Alec agreed to have psychiatric treatment.

Did this help at all?

He quietened down,

was less accusatory.

Then he started finding fault with Andy.

What sort of fault, Mrs Dobbs?

He said...

He said his ears stuck out too much,

that they were too low.

His eyes were too wide apart,

he was too small.

And then when Andy grew older,

he was too slow, he wasn't strong enough.

Andy didn't stand a chance.

Did the psychiatrist say anything about this?

He told me

perfectionism was a side effect of his medication.

And coldness

and remoteness.

Did you and your husband enjoy a physical relationship?

No.

Impotence was another side effect.

Did he seek medical help for that?

He refused to.

He said the problem was mine.

I was sexually uninteresting.

That I was frigid.

Were you, Mrs Dobbs?

I've no way of telling.

I'd only known Alec.

You hadn't been with another man before or during your marriage?

No, I'm afraid I haven't.

Mrs Dobbs,

such fidelity is something for which we might admire you,

rather than judge you.

Mrs Dobbs,

would you take a look at this medical record?

Tell the court if you recognise it.

Yes, this is

my husband's psychiatric record.

You can see Dr Jackman's signature on the medication instructions.

Did Dr Jackman, at any time, warn you that

your husband might react in this way to his medication?

When I complained to him about what it was doing,

he said,

would I sooner have a paranoiac accusing me of things I hadn't done?

He didn't offer to change it?

No.

See, Alec wasn't

physically violent all the while.

His comments were.

These, he said, were for my own good.

His mother was his ideal.

He said I fell a million miles short of her and that he should never

have brought me into her sacred home.

Mrs Dobbs, you were a relatively young and healthy woman. Why didn't you leave?

Because I felt sorry for Alec.

I thought I could help him change.

Did he show any signs of improving?

No.

He got worse.

Yes. Mrs Dobbs,

on November the 8th, last year,

did you tell your sister-in-law, Madeline Carole,

that you'd do anything to get rid of your husband?

No.

I didn't.

I don't know what they're talking about.

On December

the 10th,

did you tell Mrs Carole

that you were going to force your husband to sell the house

- so that you could go away with Andy... - My lord,

while we always appreciate your helpful comments,

I am concerned to know if Madeline Carole is somehow being called

now the prosecution's case is closed.

Unless you want to call her?

Go on.

Mrs Dobbs,

did you, in fact, seek a divorce?

Yeah, finally...

Finally, I had to, for Andy's sake.

And then Alec said he would kill himself if we left.

That's a different picture from that painted by the prosecution.

Was your husband different with other people?

Entirely.

Oh, he was a bit dull,

but perfectly pleasant.

What triggered his attack on that fatal Sunday afternoon?

Um, we'd...

We'd been to morning mass,

and back at the house, he...

He accused me of trying to pick up a man in church.

Were you?

No.

No, he kept...

He kept telling me I was vile

and Andy was the son of Satan,

and he would call Father Cattle to have him exorcised.

I locked Andy in my room with me,

hoping that Alec would just calm down.

Hoping his mania would pass.

And when I came down two hours later, he was...

He was waiting for me.

He seized me by the throat,

hissing at me.

I was the devil.

That's when Andy came at him and hit him.

I thought you said that you hit him.

Yes.

I did, with the baseball bat.

Andy hit him on the back with his fists,

and only his fists.

Alec turned on him and seized him.

Where did he have hold of him?

Round the throat.

He was... All I could hear was him hissing.

"Son of a serpent!"

Shaking him. Shaking him violently.

I tried to break his grip, but he was...

He was locked tight, like a dog bite.

And then Andy started going bright red,

and I grabbed a baseball bat and I hit him!

And it just didn't seem to make much difference, so I hit him again.

And he was...

He was still.

He was just still.

I'm sorry.

That poor woman. How she stood by him.

- You buy her story? - Don't you?

I saw the dead man's diary.

Yeah, but he was paranoid, Judge.

Are we anywhere with my meeting with the Attorney General?

He won't meet with you, Judge. Well, not willingly, anyway.

Then I'll doorstep him.

I'll enjoy this.

You are on the Attorney's list of calls, Sir John.

He will get back to you.

It has to be within a meaningful time frame.

Sir Alan does understand the urgency, sir.

See, I don't think he does.

As long as I'm here, I'll wait.

Oh. I'm afraid Sir Alan isn't here.

Then I'll sit here until he is.

Perhaps you'd be good enough to find me a chair.

Sir John, do we have a meeting?

We ought to have done long before this.

The 28 days you have to appeal his sentence is running out.

Oh, look, I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls.

The last few days have been particularly hectic.

Your press interview created a real hornet's nest.

Yes, it was meant to.

Yes, well, to be absolutely honest with you,

I would prefer that this office and that of the other Law Officers

be entirely independent,

but they're not.

And now we have to deal with the political fallout.

You've sanctioned a grave miscarriage of justice.

Or perhaps you were one of its co-authors.

I was no such thing.

Either way, the remedy is simple,

you must appeal Brooklands' sentence.

I might well have done. But now, as a result of your actions,

the remedy is far from easy.

There isn't a single member of the cabinet

who isn't calling for your resignation.

My advice to you, Sir John,

would be to lower your profile.

Yes. That still leaves a grave injustice.

But then, he is a big contributor to party funds.

This really is an abuse of privilege.

Either you begin the process to appeal his ludicrously light sentence,

or I shall take up the invitation I've received to speak at length

to Newsnight.

- Deed's gone completely mad, Joe. - One always thought he would.

This has become a personal vendetta for him.

Deed seems to imagine that he's the only man in England

capable of delivering justice.

Perhaps one did lean towards leniency with Brooklands,

but it was an accident.

The man's learnt his lesson.

You know, a prison sentence would've been pointless.

However, whatever the rights or the wrongs of the case,

one does not criticise a brother judge.

It's entirely bad form.

Mind you, I would've given Brooklands six years.

Thank you for your support.

Oh, did you see these?

It's Deed and Mills

just before she spent the night at his lodgings

last year, when she was before him.

Does it look like they're not having an affair?

It does not.

These were taken at the lodgings.

Deed not only denies that they were having an affair,

but he says that they weren't in bed together.

Ian Rochester proposes releasing them to the press

as a counter-offensive.

No, no, no. That would be doing what Deed himself has been doing.

In a good cause, Joe.

Maybe.

- Ah. - Joe.

You're about early. Do you want some breakfast?

It was never a meal that interested me.

Some coffee perhaps?

You here to see me or Monty Everard?

He doesn't sleep here, you know.

I'm surprised you can bear to be in the same building.

Well, he has asked that I be moved.

He's more inclined to have you removed from the bench altogether.

Your public utterances have been disgraceful.

I doubt if the public would agree with you.

We don't have trial by mob, thank God, but between the two of you,

you seem to be trying to take what was, hitherto,

the preserve of gentlemen

into the gutter.

Does it really matter, as long as justice is delivered?

It certainly does.

Otherwise, we'd simply have people hacking each other to death

and calling it "justice".

Which is why

I will not condone

the release of these

to the press.

Where did you get these?

Does it really matter?

Ian Rochester proposes releasing them,

and my disapproval will not prevent it.

- Thanks for the warning, Joe. - I didn't do it for your sake.

The only way you can avoid bringing the bench into total disrepute

is for you to apologise to Monty Everard, and then

to resign.

No.

Not as long as Brooklands remains at liberty.

Then the consequences

will be unspeakable.

Mrs Dobbs,

the relationship you described as existing with your husband

is far from the truth, is it not?

It's exactly as it was.

Hostile, accusatory.

A very different picture emerged from the police inquiries.

You were a quiet couple, were you not?

Yes, sometimes.

But, mostly, it was like I said.

Why is it outsiders saw only a mild-mannered man?

Always courteous and polite.

Alec was clever,

sly in his ways.

And never once got caught out?

His sort pour their venom on those closest to them,

the ones that can do little about it.

What you're describing, Mrs Dobbs, is a psychopath.

Nothing in your husband's medical records indicates such tendencies.

Are you saying the psychiatrists missed this?

Alec could fool most people

with that charming, wouldn't-hurt-a-fly manner of his.

You're honestly expecting this court

to believe that no one else saw that in him, hmm?

You had to live with him to know how clever he was.

I know he couldn't help it. It was his illness.

But he was such a master of deception.

Oh, he knew how to be charming, all right,

until we closed that front door, and then I would get it!

Mr Usher, may I have the baseball bat, please?

Out of the container, if nobody objects.

Mrs Dobbs, this might be very distressing for you,

but would you mind holding the bat?

Would you?

Now, would you swing it as you used it to subdue your husband?

Do you think the blow was like that?

Harder, I'd say.

Yes, it must be very upsetting for you. Thank you, Mr Usher.

Well, this does seem like a convenient moment.

I must remind the jury not to discuss this case

other than when all together until the morning. Thank you.

Come in.

A mysterious man just handed this in.

Hope it's not a bomb, Jo.

Might liven things up a bit.

You okay, Jo?

Yes, I'm fine.

Mrs Mills is at the door, my lord.

Bring her in, then.

She doesn't wish to enter the house, Sir John.

She doesn't.

Jo, why won't you come in?

They arrived at chambers a while ago.

If you don't stop this, someone is going to publish them.

You know where they came from, don't you?

Getting any work?

Empty promises from clerks, that's all.

I have a feeling that might change quite soon.

What are you going to do?

Oh, no.

Don't do anything that would make this worse.

How can I make things worse

than a bunch of cowards getting at you to make me stop?

Why would I accede to that?

Because I want you to.

Why can't you let this one go?

You don't mean that, Jo.

I do.

I will marry you if that's what you want,

but it's me or this fight.

Oh, am I getting an apology?

I've sent copies of these to the Attorney General.

He'd better agree to appeal Brooklands's sentence.

If he doesn't,

then I'll contact the Times again

and explain how you're using paparazzi shots to force me to resign.

You might just overreach yourself, sir.

And tell the Attorney and Sir Ian to lay off Jo Mills while you're at it.

This is preposterous!

The whole notion's utterly offensive.

Come in.

We're sorry we're late, Sir Ian.

No matter, Laurence.

You know Laurence James, our circuit administrator.

Perhaps you'd take a note, Laurence.

Civil service habit, Monty.

My position doesn't change.

It would be foolish to accede to Deed's demands.

Well, it seems you may have misjudged the public mood, Monty.

I sentenced Brooklands as I would have anyone on such a similar charge.

The decision to appeal the sentence is for you, Alan,

but with Deed pushing as he is,

the bad press isn't gonna go away.

He'll drag in everyone, and we know who'll be the loser.

Is there any truth to his allegations?

It matters not a jot if there is or isn't.

The collateral damage increases the longer we delay.

Yes, well, I suppose an appeal is the way it has to go, Monty.

I'm to be led like a lamb to the slaughter?

Hardly.

Who would hear the appeal?

Why not Mr Justice Deed?

Oh, don't be fatuous, Mr James. He's not an appeal court judge.

Deed could sit as a winger in the appeal court.

What's your thinking, Laurence?

Well, sir, if Deed heard this case,

he's so incandescent about the whole issue,

he's bound to come down too hard on the appellant.

Brooklands will then have righteous ground

for a second appeal against sentence.

Hmm.

It has merit, Monty.

And that would square the circle for the cabinet and political opinion,

and leave Deed wrong-footed.

I won't go along with it, Clive.

They can't force me to stand trial again.

They can and they are.

They're appealing your sentence.

It's thought to be so light as to diminish the law.

Well, I shall... I shall simply leave the country.

James, they're relying on us to play ball.

That's why we got the call from the Attorney General's office

to come in for a chat.

Andy,

I want you to think very carefully about what I'm going to ask you.

You told defence counsel

your father was attacking first your mother,

then yourself.

Is that absolutely true?

I know you're close to your mother, Andy,

but she can't help you now.

Yes, it...

It was the truth.

And if I were to tell you that forensic experts stated

that your father's blood indicated

that he couldn't have been fighting,

that he was probably asleep...

No.

It happened like I said.

How was that again?

Dad was very angry and...

And shouting at Mum when I...

When I tried to stop him, he attacked me and then Jan.

He attacked you, then your mother?

That's different to what you told defence.

Which was it?

I'm not sure.

He was shouting and...

And calling us filthy names.

Ah.

What names did he call you?

- Don't remember. - I think you do, Andy, don't you?

Son of a serpent.

Was that what he called you?

- Son of a serpent? - No.

Ah, then perhaps he was talking in his sleep, then?

I mean, he was asleep

when she hit him, wasn't he?

No, she didn't...

- He wasn't. - You're covering up for her, aren't you?

This poor, drug-subdued man, your father...

No, he was angry. He was!

That's simply not true.

He'd fallen asleep from his drugs, she crept up on him

- and hit him. - No!

- No... - She did, didn't she?

No!

He found us in bed.

What?

I mean, in the bedroom, we...

- We were hiding. - That's not what you said.

- Yeah... - No!

You said "in bed".

I meant "in the bedroom".

Andy,

your father wrote in his diary

that you were having sexual relations with your mother.

And he wasn't being paranoid, was he?

He was.

Mrs Dobbs.

My lord, this is undue intervention.

I... We were...

In the bedroom!

It wasn't just a suspicion.

He made several entries.

- He was sick! - Mrs Dobbs, you will remain silent.

Andy, how many times

were you in bed with your mother?

He found you, didn't he?

No, he didn't. No, he didn't.

Well, on the 9th of January,

he wrote,

"Spoke to Father Cattle about A and J in her bed.

"He agrees it's evil,

"suggests I confront J."

Did he confront your mother?

No!

I don't know.

But he did find you in bed with your mother

on the day that he died.

Didn't he?

She's guilty, there's no question about it.

Of course she's guilty.

Come on, wait a moment.

Even if she was abusing her son, it doesn't make her a murderer.

It does give her a motive, though.

Well, how many of you thought she wasn't guilty up until that point?

Well, no one's gonna convince me she's innocent.

Doing that to her son.

Doing what? What was she doing?

In bed with him. What do you think they were doing?

It's disgusting!

Look, lots of boys get into bed with their mums.

At that age?

I'd lock him up, too.

Knew there was something weird about those two.

Wouldn't be surprised if the boy did the killing.

- He's a weirdo. - That's ridiculous.

Why don't we take a vote?

All those who say the lady's guilty...

- Yes, absolutely. - Yeah, I agree.

Yeah. MAN 3: Guilty.

Hey, we're almost there. We can almost go back in with it.

We've got to discuss this some more.

Forget it. You're out-voted by three to one.

It's murder. I mean, doesn't that mean that it has to be a unanimous verdict?

Uh...

Well, all those for not guilty.

She admitted to hitting him. She wasn't provoked.

She wanted to be alone with her weirdo kid.

I think you're right.

Let's look through what evidence we've got, hmm?

And not guilty.

You'll never convince me she didn't want her husband dead.

The evidence is clear. She was sleeping with her son.

Doesn't exactly sound like she was innocent.

What if

we look at the boy maybe killing his father?

- Now you're talking. - They're not on trial for incest,

if that's what it is, it's her who's on trial.

If the boy did the killing, did the mother know?

How could she not know?

They know everything in those sort of relationships.

They worm their way inside you,

into your brain so you don't know what you're doing

or even saying half the time.

You feel like you're being smothered, like you're sinking.

Well, you tell yourself it's all right, you can get out,

but you can't!

I mean, look at the evidence.

Are you stupid?

- Look at it! - Yes, look at it.

The blow came from a right-handed swing,

and the mother is clearly left-handed.

Look how she took the bat.

But the most important thing

is the fact that the dead man had no adrenaline in his blood.

He wasn't fighting with that monster he was married to, not then.

She planned and calculated,

first, how to kill him and then cover her tracks.

That poor wet boy's part of it, too,

whether he did or not. My money, he did.

Judge,

- the jury's coming back for a direction. - Another one?

Thank you.

You want to know

if the defendant didn't swing the baseball bat,

would she still be guilty?

Well, she might be guilty of a lot of things,

but she wouldn't be guilty of murder.

The jury appears to be having difficulty.

Are you here to sell the abolition of juries?

I'm not in the market.

As I told Mrs Cooper, it's something altogether more agreeable.

The Attorney General is going to appeal the James Brooklands sentence.

Without strings or impediment?

You're far too suspicious, my lord.

Coop, could you give Mr Dobbs's diary to Chief Inspector Hurst?

Ask her to interview the boy.

An interesting development?

I think this jury's going to find her not guilty.

Ah.

Everyone from the Lord Chancellor to the Deputy Prime Minister

is breathing a sigh of relief about Brooklands being appealed.

The Lord Chancellor would like you to sit on the appeal.

Does this presage a place on the Appellate Bench?

We'll take a view.

When would the appeal be heard?

The sooner, the better.

It's another six weeks till you're back in the Strand.

You could hear it down here, so as not to interfere with your sitting,

if you're agreeable.

I really don't understand you any more, John.

You appear to have got what you wanted, and yet,

still you're not happy.

I mean, without trying to pre-empt your sentence,

I imagine that Brooklands will find himself in prison.

It won't bring back the two little girls and their mother,

but a lot of people will see that justice is possible.

It's too easy. Do they think I'm stupid?

Is it just that you miss the fight?

Go back to being a QC, if it is.

What about you?

Any signs of any work yet?

There have been a few inquiries.

Think about it objectively.

What have I done to deserve this kind of reward from the LCD?

You stood up to the bullies.

Judge!

The jury's back with a verdict.

Will the foreman please stand?

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

Yes, we have.

On the count of murder, how do you find the defendant?

Guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

We never agreed that at all!

- No, it was me! - Andy, no.

We said not guilty. We all agreed on not guilty.

Silence!

Is this true?

- Yes. - It's not guilty.

Yes.

Is that the true verdict of you all?

Yes.

I made a mistake.

I was just so tense and nervous.

Then I'll accept the true verdict.

Mrs Dobbs you have been found not guilty of murder.

You are free to go.

All rise.

- Andy? - Mum.

Where are you taking him?

Mum! Mum!

You can't take him!

Would you like to say anything at all?

Excuse me, please. Thank you.

God, I thought all this was behind me.

It soon will be, James.

It's all right for you, Clive. You get paid whatever happens to me.

Having heard all the arguments in this appeal, Mr Brooklands,

we would ordinarily reserve judgment to a later date.

But because there is such public concern over this case,

and, regrettably, judges can no longer ignore public sentiment,

we are going to retire to consider our judgment.

All rise.

You know, I think a very stiff prison sentence is called for.

Ten years wouldn't come amiss.

Can't we be a little more imaginative, Joe?

The public would expect that sentence.

- Yes. - Between what they might expect

and what we might give him, there is a yawning gap.

I don't see that there need be.

Well, personally, I'd give him two years on bread and water,

150 lashes and transportation to Australia.

But then, I am new to this.

Well, you're going to make a very splendid Lord of Appeal.

Pity those days are gone.

- Ten years, Michael? - Yes, that'd be all right, Joe.

No, 10 is what he deserves, five is what we should give him.

- He did think he would get none. - Five. Is that your lucky number?

He'll spend one year in a proper prison,

two and a half in an open prison, and be off.

And with 10, he'll be back here on appeal and out in five minutes,

and you know it.

This court has decided to allow

the Attorney General's appeal against your over-lenient sentence.

You will, therefore, go to prison for six years.

Although it is a matter for the prison service,

we recommend to the Director General that your time should be served

in a secure prison,

one from which you cannot conduct the daily intercourse of your business.

No, that's not fair. They promised me...

I'll talk to the Home Secretary.

I'm sure you'll find him most receptive.

Take him down.

I can walk!

I can walk by myself!

Why only six, John? He deserved more.

Six is my lucky number.

Do you realise, since I've been having therapy,

I haven't propositioned you once?

Hmm. You're inching forward.

The foundations are going in.

What are you looking for, a Scout's badge for responsibility?

Is there one?

We'll have to have one created in your honour.

Dyb, dyb, dyb.

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