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(PROSECUTOR) "Gordon Welsley Brittas,
you are charged that you did,

on the 13th November, 1992,

murder Julio Escobedo. Eduardo
Ramirez. Juan Mendosa.

Robert Penchard. Ian Trahern.

Also known as "Big Gary."
and Raymond Watts."

It's all a misunderstanding.

"That you did have in your possession,
controlled drugs of class A.

Namely five kilos of heroin and an
unknown quantity of amphetamines,

contrary to Section 4 of the
Misuse of Drugs Act of 1971."

I've explained all that...

"And that you did unlawfully cause
Grievous Bodily Harm,

to Alice Whitely, Grace Beatty,

Agnes Swinton and Doreen Lavern-Smith,

all of the Whitbury New Town
Sunshine Retirement Home,

contrary to the Offences
against the Person Act of 1861."

Now, that was just a mistake...

Do you understand the charges?

Well, no. This is all a mystery
to me. As I was saying earlier...

Do you understand the
meaning of the charges Mr. Brittas?

Well, I understand the words...

In that case, I must ask you
to tell the court how you plead.

Well, I don't think I should plead
anything at all. This is all wrong...

Just tell us whether you
plead guilty or not guilty.

Well, not guilty, obviously.

Thank you.

Except possibly for the old ladies.

Members of the jury, the main facts
of this case are not in dispute.

On the day in question, the police
arrived at Whitbury Leisure Centre.

To find the lifeless bodies of seven
men lying outside the squash courts.

One of whom had been
beheaded by the accused.

I keep telling you,
that was an accident.

Quiet!

To understand the circumstances that
lie behind these extraordinary events,

I must take you back
to Whitbury New Town Leisure Centre

on what had seemed at first
to be a perfectly normal autumn day...

A Friday...Friday the 13th...

Carole, can I have a solvent please?
-It's no good Mr. Brittas.

She's in a trance. I think
she's having another vision.

Well, do you think we could
wake her up? I need a solvent.

I don't think that would be
wise Mr. Brittas ...

No. No...not more blood in
here. Not in here please...

Colin, the Council employs Carole

because of her skills
as a receptionist.

Not 'cause she claims
to see into next week

with an eye in the middle of her
forehead. Wake her up, will you?

I think she's coming
round now, Mr. Brittas.

Oh, where am I?
Oh, Mr. Brittas. How can I help you?

Oh, where am I?
Oh, Mr. Brittas. How can I help you?

Could I have a solvent please, Carole?

Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Brittas. I just
got these pictures inside my head.

I think you'll find
it's in the bottom drawer...

I saw danger...terrible
danger from a distant land...

I think she's warning of
some disaster Mr. Brittas.

We don't need to look to distant land
to find a disaster round here, Colin.

I thought you were
supposed to be sawing logs.

I'm just on my way.

Mr. Brittas?

What is it now?

You've got a telephone stuck
to your ear, Mr. Brittas.

I am aware of that, Colin. That is why
I was asking Carole for the solvent.

Yes, Mr. Brittas.

He's, er, back then,
is he, Mr. Brittas?

So it would appear.

What are you gonna do, Mr. Brittas?

About the maniac with a
tube of super-glue, Colin?

Or about finding myself a Deputy
Manager with a brain cortex?

I mean about the warning.
These men from a distant land...

How many times
have I got to tell you Colin.

These visions are not real. They're a
figment of Carole's imagination...

aren't they, Carole?
-Yes, Mr. Brittas.

There is no distant land.
There are no men.

They're back again, Mr. Brittas.

Who? -The Bolivians.

They're in the changing rooms
and I still don't like the look of them.

Why didn't you like the
look of them Miss Lancing?

It's hard to say. They book squash
courts and don't actually play.

They always brought kit with them,
but they never actually got changed.

I remember once hearing one of
them say. "It's perfect, isn't it?

No one ever comes here."

Frankly, I thought they
were up to something.

And then he told you to get a
box and look for lost property?

Yes. I think he was a bit
upset about the glue business.

Glue?

There's someone in the centre
who doesn't like Mr. Brittas.

They've been putting glue on things
that they know he'll pick up.

So, having told you not to worry
about the men in the changing rooms,

he then went straight
down there himself?

Yes, it was about the time he'd
normally do a lavatory inspection.

Yes. Pine freshener
possibly a little strong.

But overall impression, not bad.

Thank you, Mr. Brittas.

But, surface gloss
isn't everything, Gavin.

It's the attention to
detail that counts. Such as,

did we clean behind the cisterns?

The what?

So often overlooked...
but just the sort of place

where an unsightly splash
can harbour...

What's this?

It looks like the key to one
of the lockers, Mr. Brittas.

Number 124.

Shall I go and find out whose it is?

Think, Gavin. Think.

I was thinking, Mr. Brittas.
I thought if we found out whose it was,

we could give it back to them.

But how do we know if
it was the right person?

I mean, anyone can say.
"Oh yes. Number 124, that's mine!"

As you may one day learn
young Gavin Featherley,

not everyone in this world
is as honest as you or I.

Perhaps you'd like to take
that to my office, please.

Yes, Mr. Brittas.

Then, the person claiming
it has only to prove

some detailed knowledge
of its contents.

Complete the necessary paperwork,
pay the administration costs,

and their property shall be
returned. What could be simpler?

Yes, Mr. Brittas.

So, Mr. Brittas walked straight into
the cubicle and picked up the key?

Yes, he just found it there.

Just found it...of course.

And having told you not to attempt
to find the owner of the case,

he asked you to take
it up to his office?

Is that where lost
property is normally taken?

Well no. But. Er...

But what?

I'm sure he had a reason.

Oh, I'm sure he had, Mr. Featherley.

Tell me. Do you know
what was in the case?

Well, I did have a quick look.

And?

There was £650,000 in £10 notes.

Can I help you?
-What?

I wondered if there's
some sort of problem?

If it's toilet paper, we do
always keep a spare roll.

I was just, er...
I'm fine.

Excuse me, you're not Edward
Barratt by any chance, are you?

Why?

I knew it! You're the one who's
holding up my squash competition.

Your what?

The Whitbury New Town
squash tournament.

We were hoping to have
finished it by Friday.

I didn't know I was in a tournament.

Ah, that's what they all say!

But if you'd read your
original application form,

you would have noticed that
you were automatically entered

when you joined the centre.

I'm in the final!
How'd I get in the final?

You've been rather lucky, haven't you?

You had some byes in the earlier
rounds and some in the later rounds.

The final! Eh, that's not bad, is it?

Indeed! The question is,
when can you play? How about now?

Now?
-Yes.

That's what you came in for,
isn't it, a game of squash?

I happen to know that your opponent is
in this the building at this very moment.

I'll give you court No. 4.
Don't forget your racquet.

Right.

Timothy, you'll be pleased to hear

that I completed my inspection
and was pleasantly impressed!

Just one little worry.
About crevices...

Sorry?

As I was explaining to Gavin earlier,
it's not just the bits we see Tim,

it's the little bits that get behind.

Take, for example, cisterns.

Now. Things can get behind them
and when unsightly splashes get...

What is this?

It looks like one of the
locker keys, Mr. Brittas.

I can see that, Tim.

Can I ask who it belongs to?

No, thank you. As I was explaining to
your compadre earlier this morning.

The snag with that...

Good Lord!

You'd think they were
breeding in there!

And you'd no idea
what was in the case?

No. Because you weren't allowed
to find whose key it was.

You weren't allowed to open the locker.

And Mr. Brittas took the
case upstairs to his office.

Yes.

One more question, Mr. Whistler.
When you came into the changing room,

where exactly was Mr. Brittas?

He was standing at the notice board
talking to one of the customers.

I believe you told the police he had
his arm around the man's shoulder?

Which would imply,

would it not, that they were friends?

Not necessarily.

No?

Well, they could have just found
they really liked each other.

It happens sometimes.

Thank you, Mr. Whistler.

Right. Lost property forms.

Julie. Could you get Carole to come to
my office with the solvent, please?

Julie? Hello, Julie?

Morning, Carole.
-Oh. Good morning, Mrs. Brittas.

I'm sorry. I've just had
another one of my visions.

There was blood this time... blood
dripping down from the walls.

In the centre?
-It was terrible, Mrs. Brittas.

There were dead bodies.
Dead bodies everywhere.

My husband wasn't one of them, was he?

Sorry?
-It was just a thought.

Carole, you don't
actually believe all this?

It seems terribly real, Mrs. Brittas.

Yes, but it's just your
imagination. The whole thing is...

Just my imagination.

Yes. Look, Carole, I really
came in to ask if Gordon had...

Oh Gordon, there you are.

Be with you as soon as I can, my darling.
Carole, can I have the solvent, please?

Yes, Mr. Brittas.

I just wondered if you'd managed
to pick up my prescription?

All safely upstairs, my love. I'll get
it for you as soon as I can. Alright?

No. No. It's okay. I'll
get it. Is it on your desk?

In my briefcase. Yes.

What's this?

I think it belongs to
Colin, Mr. Brittas.

I don't believe it! Colin.
Can you come out here, please?

Now. Colin!

Sorry, Mr. Brittas. I was
just syringing my ears.

I get this slight irritation, you see.
And it's just as well I was

because I appear to have flushed
out a couple of woodlice.

One thing at a time, please Colin.

I believe you've been using that.

That's right. But as soon as
I've done the other ear...

And leave an unsupervised
chainsaw in a public area?

Supposing some small child came in,

mistook it for part of his
Fisher Price woodworking set,

ran off into Tumble Tots
to show his friends?

You'd have a carnage on
your hands, wouldn't you?

I never thought of that, Mr. Brittas.

Take it straight up to my office please,
where I can lock it safely away.

Right, Mr. Brittas.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello? Yes, yes...
it's your wife, Mr. Brittas.

Hello, my darling.

Gordon. These pills are all for me
are they? Only there's no label.

Yes. The doctor said take
one whenever you feel you need to.

Oh. Right.

And if you run out. He'll
give you more in a couple of weeks.

Are these the pills your husband
left for you, Mrs. Brittas?

Yes. Yes, I think so.

You presumed they were a prescription
to relieve your depression?

Well, yes. I thought
the doctor had finally got it right.

They're the first ones that worked!

These pills were retrieved
from the Brittas bathroom, My Lord.

Analysis has shown they are an
amphetamine known as "uppers."

Tell me, Mrs. Brittas, would you
describe your husband as a wealthy man?

Well, not really. He gets
a bonus on his salary,

for every hundred people
through the doors.

And the bonus last year?

I don't think there was
one last year...no. No.

So I ask, how could your husband
afford that nice coat you are wearing?

Oh, he didn't buy me this.
This was a present...

I have this bed-ridden uncle.
Uncle Simon. He gave it to me.

Did he also give you the Mercedes
convertible in which you drove to Court?

No. That's just been lent to me.
It's being collected this morning.

By your Uncle Simon?

I...er...don't think he'd manage it...

Thank you. No more questions, My Lord.

You may step down, Mrs. Brittas.

Yes. It's just if you've finished with
the pills, could I have them back?

(JUDGE) You are Mr. Brittas' secretary?

(SECRETARY) 'Fraid so.

(JUDGE) And on the day in question,

did the Defendant ask you to
bring a Mr. Barratt to his office?

(SECRETARY) Yes, I eventually
found him outside the gym,

making a phone call.

Well, the merchandise has
gone but there's no money.

No. That's it, there wasn't a key.

Bernie's checking it now. He thinks
they might be pulling a fast one.

He reckons a bit of heavy
artillery might be in order.

You're wanted.

Wait.

What?

Mr. Brittas wants to
see you in his office.

What for?

He wants to give you a Cup.

Da Da!

This is for me?

Fairly won, Mr. Barratt.
My congratulations.

And I can keep it?

Take it home. Put it on the mantlepiece.
Build a little display cabinet for it.

"The Whitbury-New Town
Squash Champion's Trophy."

Yes. Indeed! Now, while-we're sailing
on this particular tack, Mr. Barratt...

A cup!

Here you are. The town's
champion squash player.

I just wondered if you'd ever thought
of using that position to help others?

Sorry?

It's all very easy for us with our
cosy middle-class lives Edward.

But we have to remember that
not all the kids out there

have the advantages of you and me.

Eh?

If we could just bring them in here,

and with champions like you to
attract them I know we could.

Can you imagine what
miracles might happen?

Miracles?

The smile on the face of a child

when it takes those first
hesitant strokes across the pool.

The look on someone's face when they
win a trophy for the first time

and realise that life's a little bit ...
more than hanging around street corners

getting involved in
drugs and petty crime.

See what I mean?
-Oh yeah...

It can happen, Edward.
But we' need you to help.

I have this dream. That leisure
centres all over the land...

(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Excuse me.

Brittas? I'll be right down!

Excuse me Edward. Duty calls!
Bear it in mind, though.

Comprende?

Morning gentlemen!

Mr. Brittas, these are the men.

Yes, I can see that thank you, Carole.

How can I help you?

We are finding the squashy court.

Good. You haven't been
here before I take it?

Friends we meet in...in
the squashy court.

Mr. Brittas, you don't understand...

What is it, Carole?

These are the men I saw in my
vision with the dead bodies.

They look perfectly healthy to me.
Just give them the tickets, will you?

That's forty pence please, gentlemen.

Let's go!

Ah. Mr. Mendosa!

I've brought along two of your friends.

Now. They say they're
only going to watch.

But if they're tempted to play,

you tell me and I'll organise
some racquets, alright?

Well, enjoy your game, gentlemen.
And watch out for that back wall.

They come off it like
bullets sometimes! Ha!

Brought some more
supporters I see, Mr. Watts?

You what? Oh yeah! Have you seen Eddie?

Oh, You mean Mr. Barratt. Of course,

you'll need him for your
foursome, won't you?

Tell you what, if I see him, I'll tell
him you're looking for him. Okay?

This is all the lost property
I could find, Mr. Brittas.

Ah, thank you, Laura.

Carole's just told me about the men
who've arrived. Are they up there?

They are indeed. Preparing to battle
it out on the squash courts.

You're not worried?

Why should I be worried? Those are
precisely the sort of people we want.

None of your scruffy
trainers and rude T-shirts.

Those are business
people in suits and ties.

You really can see nothing wrong?

No. I can't. They're even
bringing their friends in now.

You're the manager, Mr. Brittas.
I just thought we should keep an eye...

(GUN SHOTS)

What's that?
-What?

That noise...

Sounds like a moped with a badly
adjusted carburetor.

Probably Helen going home. Ha!

Laura, I'll put this away.
You go and grab yourself

a cup of coffee and a flapjack.

Thank you, Mr. Brittas.

Women! Worry, worry, worry!

(GROANING)

Mr. Brittas?

You've seen another body
have you, Carole? Jolly good!

What I suggest you do is go and make
yourself a nice mug of warm milk.

By the time you've come back. All the
dead bodies will have gone away.

Happy now? Well go and do it anyway!

Pow!

Get down, mate. Get down!
C'mon punk. Make my day! Pow! Pow!

Is everything alright, Mr. Brittas?

Ah. Linda...
(GUN SHOT)

A remarkable shot, wouldn't you say?

Yes. And he was hardly
looking when he fired it!

Your employer would appear to be an
accomplished marksman, Miss Perkin...

Mr. Brittas is good at
all sorts of things.

As the forensic evidence
has shown, My Lord,

the bullets retrieved
from the office wall

matched those in the bodies
of three of the dead men.

And all were fired by the gun found
in the Defendant's possession.

Did your employer explain why
he had a gun in his office?

Yes. He said he'd found
it in lost property.

Miss Lancing has given
evidence that there was no gun

in the lost property box when she gave
it to Mr. Brittas ten minutes before.

Yes, I know.
-Is there some explanation?

Oh, yes.

What would that be?

I don't know. But I'm sure he
has one, Mr. Brittas always does.

Thank you, Miss Perkin.
Oh. One last question...

Did you happen to see a
chainsaw in Mr. Brittas' office?

Yes. I think I did.

One gun...white powder...£650,000 ...
Right. Lost property forms!

Colin!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Julie? Julie!

Whitbury New Town Leisure
Centre. How can I help you?

Colin. The very person...what?
How many? I'm on my way!

(CHAINSAW MOTOR)

Help! Help!

Hello, Police? You can't hear me
cause I've got a chainsaw running...

I repeat...a chainsaw!

Mr. Brittas, I've got...

Carole, you've gotta help me!
You've gotta switch this thing off!

Carole! Carole!

Help me. For God's sake!
Before I hurt someone!

"Help me. For God's sake, Before I
hurt someone." Those were his words?

Did you phone the police?

I tried to...

But Mr. Brittas had cut the machine
in half. All the lines were dead.

And what did Mr. Brittas do then?

He just ran off down the corridor.

(CHAINSAW MOTOR)

Arm up! Arm down! Left leg out!

Good god, Colin! What have you done?

They're all dead, Mr. Brittas!

I'm trying to call the police

but there's something
wrong with the phone...

It's alright, Laura,
I've cut the lines.

I think there's one inside here,
Mr. Brittas. He might still be alive.

Right. Let's get the door open!

You'll have to speak up, Mr. Brittas.

I think it must be the chainsaw.

Let's get the door open!
Get a sledgehammer! Get a saw!

Right. Stand back. Both of you!

Well done, Mr. Brittas!

We'll soon know if he's
alright...just the last cut.

Hello, Darling. I brought
you some sausage rolls.

I'm a bit off sausages
at the moment, my love.

So. How do you think it's going?

What?

Well, I don't think
it's all bad. Do you?

I mean. What have they got.
Apart from circumstantial evidence?

They haven't got a motive, have they?

I mean. Why would you want
to kill all those people?

I think they thought the money.

Money!
What money?

They've got the gun. The bodies,
the drugs. The fingerprints...

I'm sure it will turn out alright.

You know what hurts the most, Helen?

That prosecutor saying a man like me

should never have been given a
position of trust in the community.

To see everything you've devoted your
life to get thrown back in your face.

Oh, c'mon Gordon. Never say die.

I mean. Perhaps the judge will make it
look better when he does his summing up?

So, members of the jury, you may
decide to believe the Defendant

when he says he stumbled
across the drugs and the money

as the result of a lavatory inspection.

And that when he
decapitated Mr. Ramirez,

he was merely trying to get through
a door to administer first aid.

On the other hand, if you find it easier
to believe, as the prosecution does...

Stop! Stop!

I have to speak! I was
there. I saw what happened.

Well why didn't you come
forward and say all this before?

I know I should have done, Me Lord.

But I suppose I was scared of
going to prison for twenty years

or being murdered by me gang mates.

I can't hide any more. I cannot stand
by and watch an innocent man suffer.

Not after what he has given me.

What exactly has he given you?

A sense of worth as a human
being, Me Lord. Dignity.

The knowledge that I don't have to
spend the rest of my life in the gutter.

That I can use my
talents to help others.

I have spent the last six months
in a leisure centre in Wincanton.

Teaching small children to swim.
Coaching adolescents at badminton,

helping others find the path
to self-reform that this man offered me.

He showed me what life can
be like. He has given me...

He's given me a dream.

(GASPS FROM CROWD)

Oh my god!

Gentlemen. The first and foremost
thing is that it's a super verdict!

We had to let him go, David.

I know. It's just that there are
some cases you really hate to lose.

I know.

Do you know that man barred my
children from the leisure centre

because he found one
of them chewing gum.

I thought he'd get
thirty years at least.

There's more than one
way to skin a cat, David.

C'mon my darling. Off we go!

Further questions will be
answered at a later date, alright?

C'mon my darling. In
you go. There we are.

My entire family were barred because
I forgot to use the foot bath.

A present for you and a suggestion:
No one's done the lavatory seat

in the executive washroom. Goodbye.

Not so fast, Colin!