All language subtitles for The.Walk-In.S01E05.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-NTb_[ENG]_non-SDH

To be fair, it can’t be much fun
being a racist.

You do all this stuff
with them students,

milking it about
how much you’ve changed,

how much of a better man
you are now,

yet you thought
exactly the same way as I did

- when you were my age, didn’t you?
- I’ll tuck you in.

- What are you doing in bed with Dad?
- I was tired, Matthew.

I’m going to commit a murder
to begin a race war.

Another MP, Rosie Cooper.

I know who the informant is.

It’s this slug called Robbie Mullen.

A lot of people
won’t forget what he’s done.

The police are here.
It’s about the boys.

Someone’s made a threat
against them.

Listen, listen, look.
I’m-I’m leaving here now.

Where were
these images posted?

We found them on a thread
in a mobile seized yesterday.

We believe the original posts are
linked to National Action.

I’m sorry. He’s gonna have to go.

That’s it now.
We can’t keep doing this.

Robbie, this trial isn’t
far off now, lad,

and you’re going to have
to demonstrate to the jury

that you’re not the same as Renshaw
and the others, that they can trust you,

cos you’re different from them.

Is this some sort of test?

Sticking me in the middle of Nigeria,
see how he handles it, yeah?

- You’re scared, aren’t you?
- No!

Cos you want me to stand up in court

and tell everybody
that I’m a changed man, and I’m not!

Jack Renshaw, stand up.

You’ve been found guilty
of four counts

of inciting a child to engage
in sexual activities.

You’ve displayed
not one shred of remorse

and the defence you put forward –

that your phone had been hacked – was
as lacking in evidence as it was credibility.

These are very serious offences
against minors,

and in one case,
a boy as young as 13,

and society needs protection

against predatory paedophiles
like you.

I impose upon you a prison sentence
of 16 months.

- Take him down.
- Jack!

We love you, son!

16 months. It could have been worse.

God, it’s going to be
in the newspapers.

The whole fucking world’s
gonna read it.

The judge ordered reporting
restrictions

because of the upcoming trial
for the plan to kill the MP.

No detail from this case
can be published

until after that’s taken place.

What? So, they can’t print it yet?

We’ve got a bit of time.

But the story will come out, Jack.

I’ve got to warn you,
it’s a shithole in here.

I live with four lads. Yous all stink.

All right, lad?

Yeah, I’m very well, thank you.
How are you?

Lovely. Yeah,
what a beautiful day!

- Are you not going to eat that?
- I’m not hungry.

Save it for later.

How are you feeling?

Been doing anything exciting?

Watching the telly?

Any boxsets
you’d like to recommend?

I haven’t been watching much telly. I’ve just...

just been
on the computer.

What did you say?

I’ve not been watching telly.
I’ve been on the computer.

You’re being careful about what
websites you’ve been going on?

- Robbie?
- You’re telling me what to do again.

Yeah, I am telling you
what to do, yeah.

Because if you’ve been
getting in touch with any of your old

pals from National Action,
or if you’ve been looking

at some kind of Combat 18 website
or the BNP

or whatever right-wing shite
you used to look at,

then this trial will collapse
and you’ll end up in prison.

Where we’re from, most people end up
in prison anyway, don’t they?

- Oh, what kind of comment’s that?
- All right, come on.

Wish I was going to prison

instead of standing in court
grassing on people.

Will you shut up
about being a grass?

Who are you trying to protect anyway?

Jack Renshaw?

Because he’s just been convicted
for grooming young boys.

We’ve only got your word for that though.
You could be trying to trick us.

Why would
I wanna trick you?

- I don’t know. Why wouldn’t you?
- Are you stupid or something?

- Stupid? Why am I stupid?
- You’re an ungrateful little twat.

- Hey, that’s enough!
- Yeah.

- Yeah, all of this.
- All of this?!

- Look at all this you’ve got here...
- Look, will you pack it in?

Please, the two of you,
you’re worse than the boys!

You, get in the shower.

Wash your hair!

And you,
you can get the hoover out.

I’m sorry

if I sounded ungrateful before,
but...

I just don’t like it.
It’s full of Blacks and Asians.

Rob, come on.

I know I’m not supposed to say
things like that,

but I can’t help it.

It’s the way that I feel.

Well, I know it looks bad but...

No, what looks bad, lad,
is if you get caught out lying.

At least if you tell the truth,
then noone can trip you up.

Are you expecting anyone?

You’re joking, aren’t you?
Nobody else knows I live here.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Someone to see you, lad.

Mill!

Hello, baby!

Hello! What you doing?

B-b-b-b-b... Hello!

Well, at least he’s glad to see someone.
How is he anyway?

Unhelpful, angry.

Suspicious.

Well, his usual jolly self, then.

This could be end of us,
you know that?

I mean, if this
all goes wrong, then...

our reputation
is shot to pieces.

So, it all hangs
on a big, sulky racist from Widnes?

It’s not funny!

She’s got a point.

You need to try and get out,
you know, meet people.

What, round here?

Yes, round here.

It’s not doing you any good
sitting in that flat all day by yourself.

I’ve...

ruined my life, I know I have.

You have not.

What if they don’t believe me,

the jury?

It’s my word against theirs,
isn’t it?

Yeah,

but you’re telling the truth.

I don’t wanna do it any more.

That’s the truth.

I just wanna go back
to the way things were before.

Oi, what you playing at?
Get to the back of the queue, bruv!

I’m not eating. I’m not eating.

You all right, Chris?

How-How’s it going?

I’ve been hearing whispers about you.

Look, they hacked my phone.

They put all this stuff on it
to destroy my reputation.

It’s all fucking lies!

I mean, they’re making me out
like I’m some sort of paedo.

Matthew Collins is behind it all.
He’s trying to destroy me.

This could make us all look bad.

That won’t happen.

I promise you that won’t happen.

He’s got a big day
in front of him tomorrow.

Try and make him look respectable,
Shimmy.

I’ll do my best.

Who’s at the bar mitzvah?

That’s my grandson, Reuben.

I’ll be honest with you, Matthew,

he’s got it tough.

Him and his sisters,
they go to the Jewish school.

Whole place surrounded
by barbed wire.

Hold still.

Three security guards on the door.

It’s the same
with all the Jewish schools.

That it should come to that, eh,
in this day and age.

Children having to cross barbed wire

to go to school.

- He looks dapper, don’t he?
- Yeah.

You look really handsome, dead smart.

How do you feel?

Like a twat.

Oh, no, like a used car salesman
or something.

- I wouldn’t buy life insurance off you.
- Stop it!

Don’t listen.
Robbie, you look great.

You look like someone
who’s doing the right thing.

There he is!

Hey.

You all right?

So, listen, Matthew can’t be here,
not until you’ve both given evidence,

but he wanted me to tell you,
you look better without the bum fluff.

Come on, you’ll be fine.
In here.

Sorry, mate,
can I help you?

Are you connected to the case?

- I’m connected with the defence.
- Oh, right.

You know him?

No.

He’s just trying to freak you out.
Come on, let’s get you some tea.

Court will rise.

Members of the jury,
it will be alleged by the Crown

that the defendants hold
extreme views.

All of you, I suspect, hold views

which could be described
as the very opposite of these.

You’re not racist,

you’re not homophobic,
you’re not anti-Semitic.

But it is not a criminal offence
in this country

just to hold these views,

however repulsive you feel
they might be.

We live in a free society

and the law tolerates
the holding of these opinions.

Ladies and gentlemen, I appear
on behalf of the prosecution.

Mr. Atkinson, I’m going to ask you
to pause for a moment there, as...

we need to hear from Mr. Jackson.

- What have you done?
- My lord.

I don’t care any more.

- It’s too late for me.
- Thank you, my lord.

I represent Mr. Renshaw,

and I would seek, with your leave,

that you have him re-arraigned
on counts one and two.

- If this is how you wish to proceed.
- It is how I’m instructed, Your Lordship.

Jack Renshaw,
will you stand up, please?

You are charged on count one
of this indictment

of engaging in conduct
in preparation of a terrorist act,

namely the murdering
of Rosie Cooper MP.

Are you guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

On count two, you are charged
with making a threat to kill.

The particulars are that,
on July 1st, 2017,

you made a threat
to Robbie Mullen

that you would kill
DC Victoria Henderson,

intending that Robbie Mullen
would fear

that said threat would
be carried out.

Are you guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

Renshaw’s pleaded guilty
to the plots to kill.

What? Guilty?

Well, but does that mean I don’t have to
give any evidence? It’s all over or...?

Not quite, I’m afraid.

They’re all still on trial
for membership

and Lythgoe’s facing one count
of encouragement to murder.

I reckon he’s fallen on his sword
to try and bury all the paedo stuff.

Stupid.

He at least had a decent shot
at a defence,

but... now he’s going to end up
with life imprisonment?

He wants the headline to be

“Fascist martyr prepared to kill
for the cause.”

And not “Fascist paedo
trying to have sex with young boys.”

What about
Lythgoe and Hankinson?

He’s trying to take the heat
off them.

Mr. Atkinson, if you could pick up
from where you left off, please.

My lord.

These defendants stand before you,

accused of their continuing participation

in National Action,

a banned organisation
that sought actively

through fear, intimidation and violence

to shape society

in accordance with their beliefs.

Mr. Renshaw had purchased a machete

with which to carry out his plan.

The online marketing
for that particular item

describes it as offering

“19 inches of unprecedented piercing

“and slashing power
at a market price.”

There is now no doubt,
after his guilty pleas,

that Mr. Renshaw planned the murders
of Rosie Cooper MP

and Detective Constable
Victoria Henderson.

The Crown’s case...

is that he was given permission
to carry out the murder of Rosie Cooper

by the then leader
of National Action, Chris Lythgoe,

in the name

of that organisation.

My lord, I call Robbie Mullen.

Mr. Mullen, it’s time.

Place your right hand on the Bible
and read from the card.

“I-I swear by almighty God

“that the evidence I shall give

“shall be the truth, the whole truth

“and nothing but the truth.”

Could you confirm your name, please?

Robbie Mullen.

A little about you to start with,
Mr. Mullen.

Where in the country
did you grow up?

Widnes, which is in the north-west.

Your school days came
to somewhat of an abrupt end.

An incident involving
you swearing at a teacher?

Yeah.

And you’ve drifted from job to job
since then,

no real direction
in your life?

I suppose so.

When did you join National Action?

2015.

The gentlemen sitting in the dock,

are they all known to you
through that organisation?

Yeah.

My lord, could Mr. Mullen speak up, please?
I couldn’t hear his reply.

Do try and project your voice

to the back of the court, please, Mr. Mullen.

Sorry.

Yeah.

You and they were all members
of the organisation before the ban?

- Yeah.
- And were you all still members

after the ban on National Action
at the end of 2016?

- Yeah.
- After the ban,

did there come a time
when you had contact with Matthew Collins,

who worked for the organisation
Hope Not Hate?

- Yeah.
- For what reason?

I couldn’t tell you, really.

- I knew I just needed to get out of there...
- My lord,

I’m sorry, he has a tendency to drop
his head down, drop his voice down.

Perhaps try moving a little closer
to the microphone please, Mr. Mullen.

Sorry.

On page 20 of the bundle,

we can see an email
you had screenshot-ed

and forwarded to
Matthew Collins.

- Yeah.
- It was an encrypted email

you’d received from Chris Lythgoe,

where he was talking
about recruiting new members

for National Action in towns
in the north-west.

Yeah.

Largely white towns,

and other –

his words – “horrifically Paki-fied” towns.

Yeah.

Next page of the bundle, another email,
this one after National Action had been banned.

In it you ask Chris Lythgoe,

“Are you staying leader

“of the overall group?”

And can you read his reply?

“You’re damn fucking right I am.

“I’m the one person
with a clear picture

“of where we’re going long-term.”

So, in the period
immediately after the ban,

Lythgoe remained in charge?

- Yeah.
- And Matt Hankinson?

He was Chris’s

second-in-command.

He handled... security and stuff.

And after the ban?

Carried on like before.

They both did.

Let’s turn our attention now
to the night of July 1st, 2017.

Did Mr. Renshaw say
why he was going to kill

Rosie Cooper and Victoria Henderson?

We believed, at first, it was...

because he was depressed...

about...
going to prison for his hate speeches.

But I now know that it was also because

he’d been arrested for grooming young boys
and it was about to come out.

What was Mr. Lythgoe’s demeanour

as Mr. Renshaw outlined his plans?

He seemed happy.

Smiling,

nodding his head.

Did he mention the Home Secretary,
Amber Rudd?

Yeah.

He said...

Jack should do her instead of Rosie Cooper.

- And what did Mr. Renshaw say?
- He said...

she’d be too well protected.

Did Mr. Hankinson say anything?

Yeah. He said,

“You should do a synagogue.”
And I said

- there’d be kids there--
- My lord, again, I didn’t hear any of that.

And I’m afraid
it’s not just volume.

He has quite a strong accent.
I’m finding it difficult to understand.

Mr. Mullen,

once again, I must ask you to speak up.

If you mumble,
nobody can understand you.

So, you said there might be
children in a synagogue,

and what did Mr. Renshaw say to that?

He said,
“All Jews are the same.

“You don’t class a rat by its age.”

He said,

“Vermin is vermin.”

Mr. Mullen, you made a statement to the police
describing yourself in 2015,

at the point you joined
National Action,

as a “bored young man
looking for some identity or path to take.”

Is that right?

If you say so.

It’s not me saying so.
It’s what you told the police.

- OK.
- After leaving school,

you were unemployed
and claiming sickness benefit for...

about four years?

Yeah. I had a... a stomach problem.

Were you sick?

For about a year...

- on and off.
- For one year.

So, you accept
that for three of those four years,

you were fraudulently
claiming benefits, then?

It weren’t that simple.

Sometimes, I was sick,

and then I got better.
It came and went.

Wearing your National Action hat,

what would your reaction have been,
say, to a young

Somali teenager

arriving in this country,

going “on the sick”,
with false stomach problems,

and fraudulently claiming
three years of benefits?

Dunno.

What did you think of the murder
of the MP... Jo Cox?

I thought the guy that did it
was a weirdo.

You were asked in your police interview,
“Did you think she was a traitor?”

What did you answer?

I don’t remember.

Well, I can tell you.

You said, “Yes.”

So, I obviously did.

But does it say in that interview
what time I was talking about?

- It doesn’t really matter, does it, Mr. Mullen?
- Well, it obviously does

because I was
probably being asked

what I thought about it
before she was killed, and not after.

You regarded
somebody like Jo Cox,

with her stance on immigration,
as a traitor, didn’t you?

Yeah, but that doesn’t mean
I thought she deserved to be killed.

Thank you, my lord. No further questions.

Mr. Mullen,

as you know,
I appear for Christopher Lythgoe.

After your expulsion from school

and a succession of dead-end jobs,

you found being a member of National Action
exciting.

It gave you purpose.
There were finally people

in your life
that were listening to you.

I suppose so.

You told the police that

the primary purpose
of National Action was to...

“start a race war”

and to “take our country back”.

- Yeah.
- So, that must mean

that, at that time,
you shared those same views?

I never said that I didn’t.

Please speak up, Mr. Mullen.

I never said that I didn’t share
those views.

Anti-Jew?

At the time, yeah.

Anti-Black?

Yeah.

Anti-Asian, anti any non-white?

Yeah.

Homophobic?

- You know what “homophobic” means?
- Yeah.

He’s the best witness
the defence have got.

So, you were for a white Britain

by any means necessary,

including violence?

Yeah.

Again, we can’t hear you.

Yeah.

Are you still racist?

Remember, you are under oath.

Yeah.

But less so.

Now,

you say you didn’t like the way
that things were working out with...

National Action,
which is why you wanted to get out.

And yet,
after the murder of Jo Cox,

after the organisation was banned,

you still continued to attend meetings.
Why is that?

It wasn’t that easy to walk away.

Why not?

I’d spent a lot of time
with these people.

They were my friends.

Perhaps you were lonely?

In a way, yeah.

A lonely drifter
with a dead-end life,

in search of friendship and approval.

No further questions.

Thank you, Mr. Aylett.
Let’s call it a day there

and reconvene on Monday morning.

And the doctor said
you’re getting stronger,

and the nurses are well happy with you.

Said I’ll be able to take you
for a little walk soon.

No. No, not just yet.
No, you can’t have any Guinness yet.

Hello, Matthew.

All right, love?

I’ve got T-shirts
and clean underwear.

We hadn’t been down
from Liverpool long.

Yours was the first friendly face
I remember.

You know, our kid blamed me
for me dad leaving, not you.

He said,
because I told my mum

when I saw you and my dad
in bed together,

then I was a grass...

and it was my fault
that he left us.

I’m sorry.

I know now that my dad was to blame,
you know.

He was the adult.

You were so young.

You know your mum and dad’s marriage
was over long before I came along.

But I suppose I was responsible
for him moving out.

Why are you still washing his pants?

I don’t know.

Did you ever meet anyone else?

Yeah.

I married briefly...

to Ray.

He wasn’t your dad.

He was very charismatic.

He still is.

I was in love with him.

Leona, I don’t know how to say this.

I hated you when I was growing up.

OK.

And because you ran off with my dad

and split our house up...

and because you were Black,

I used you as an excuse
to hate all Black people.

Well, to me,
yous were all to blame.

You know,
my head was so warped.

I was filled with so much anger
and so much hate, I...

I joined the National Front.

- Are you stupid?
- No, no, I’m not. No, Leona, honestly,

I don’t think like that any more.
Look, I’m sorry, but...

It’s not me.

Do you know what I mean? I’ve spent
so long trying to put right what I did.

So, what do you want
from me now?

Why are you telling me this?

You want forgiveness?

I think so.

OK.

I forgive you.

But what about everybody else?

- Brenda?
- I checked in on Robbie at the flat.

- He’s not there.
- Shit!

Neighbour saw him Friday.
He’s legged it to Widnes.

Yeah.
Yeah, that’s definitely where he’s gone.

- Is it that one?
- Yeah.

Natalie?

- I’m Matthew Collins.
- I know who you are.

We’ve just come to ask Robbie
to come back to London

- to continue giving his evidence.
- He’s not here.

Don’t fuck about.
We’ve driven for over four hours to get here.

- Sorry about that.
- What’s the point?

None of them
believe a word I’m saying anyway.

Come back, lad. Renshaw’s been
convicted now. All you got to do--

Stand there while they
take the piss out of me,

my pathetic life, the-the way I talk?

- It’s not right, what they putting him through.
- What the fuck has me

getting kicked out of school
or going on the sick got to do with anything?

Robbie... come back.

- I’m not coming back.
- Stop being so fucking selfish!

- You’re behaving like a spoilt brat!
- OK, come on.

No, look, there’s people doing
everything they can for you.

I put my own family in danger
for you.

Now be a man and come back
and finish what you started!

- Just fuck off!
- No, you fuck off!

- Matt, this isn’t helping!
- Look, he’s got to finish this, Natalie.

He doesn’t have to do anything.
Now, please,

my brother’s made his decision.
Please respect that.

Fucking waste of time that was, wasn’t it?

I don’t care what they say, Robbie.

You’re not the same
as them other boys on trial.

I think you’re a good person.

Night-night.

Court will rise.

Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.
We are ready to start.

- Hello?
- The court’s in session.

No one’s seen him.

OK, keep us posted.

He’s not turned up.

- What did you say?
- He’s not here.

Hey, mate.

- All right.
- I knew you’d turn up.

I see laughing boy’s back.

Don’t worry about it.

- Hello?
- I’m with him now. I told you not to worry.

All right. Nice one, mate.

Thanks, ta-ra.

Right, we’re back on.

- Do you wanna go across?
- Yeah. All right.

- I’ll see you later.
- See you in a bit, love.

And wasn’t it the case that night,
Mr. Mullen,

that Mr. Lythgoe and Mr. Hankinson
were both very drunk?

It didn’t seem like
they were to me.

When Mr. Renshaw outlined his plans
that night,

how sure were you
that he was being serious?

100%.

- And Mr. Lythgoe’s reaction?
- He said something like,

- “Don’t fuck it up.”
- Are you sure of that?

Could he not actually have said,
by way of comment,

“You’ll only fuck it up”?

No.

It was “Don’t fuck it up”.

You see now,
I suggest that that wasn’t said, Mr. Mullen.

Well, I suggest it was.

After National Action had been banned...

and things started
to quieten down,

isn’t it the case that you started
to look elsewhere for excitement?

No, that’s not the truth.

You didn’t want to go back to being
that bored young man

looking for an identity,
did you?

Which is why you sexed up
what was actually said in the pub that night...

- That’s ridiculous.
- ...so you had something exciting

to offer your new friends
at Hope Not Hate.

- No.
- Your friends who had sorted out

a flat for you and the ones who took
you on holiday to Dublin.

It wasn’t like that.
Not a holiday holiday.

You had to give them something
nice and juicy, didn’t you?

Because they were the ones that were
listening to you now, weren’t they?

I don’t know
what you’re going on about.

I’m not making anything up.
I heard what I heard.

And you weren’t there,
were you, mate?

No further questions, my lord.

- Thank you, Mr. Mullen.
- Is that it?

Yes, you may stand down.

Jack Renshaw is a hero!

He’s a nonce, mate,
and he got exactly what he deserved, yeah!

My lord, I call Jack Renshaw.

In the pub that night,
were you seeking permission

from Chris Lythgoe
and National Action

- to do what you had in your mind?
- No.

Did he ever say to you,

when you’d revealed your intentions,
“Don’t fuck it up”?

No. That sounds like the workings
of Mullen’s fantasy.

Were you drunk when you arrived
at the pub that night?

Yes. I was intoxicated
and I was in a poor mental state.

We were all very drunk,

but Chris is very similar to me,

in the sense that we don’t normally
show that we’re drunk. You know,

we talk more, talk louder, but,

well, physically,
we don’t particularly look drunk.

Thank you, Mr. Renshaw.
Could you wait there, please?

Mr. Renshaw,
is it your hatred of the Jews

what led you
into extreme right-wing politics?

- Because you hate them, don’t you?
- Yeah, I do.

- Do you accept that there were gas chambers?
- No.

Do you accept
the holocaust,

that millions of Jews were killed
by the Nazis during World War II?

- No, I do not.
- Where did they all go, then?

Most of them were put
into concentration camps,

but if you look at the statistics

of Jews prior to the war
and Jews after the war,

the Jewish population
actually increased.

So, what was your plan?

What were you going to do with this machete?

I hadn’t really... thought it through.

Chop Rosie Cooper’s head off?

Through the heart, or what?

Probably the jugular.

And what were you going to do
with this machete on the jugular?

Hack at it.

You said earlier you couldn’t remember anything
that had happened at the pub that evening?

- Just snippets.
- Just snippets.

But do we understand
those snippets to include

that you can remember Mr. Hankinson
did not mention the synagogue

- as somewhere you might attack instead?
- That’s right.

And you can clearly remember
that Mr. Lythgoe did not say,

“Make sure you don’t fuck it up”?

Yeah, because that’s just...
not something he would say.

Those snippets,

by chance, you remember –
the ones that help your friends.

Curious that the rest of the conversation
you were too drunk to remember.

Is it that you’re trying
to protect your friends, Mr. Renshaw?

Is that why you’re standing there now,
lying to the jury?

I haven’t lied.

Are you all right, Bren?

You just make sure you do
the fucking business in there, yeah?

That’s the twat
who’s giving Robbie grief.

- Is he?
- Yeah.

He’s been staring him out,
trying to intimidate him.

Hey, gobshite, why don’t me and you
go for a little walk after this, eh?

- Any time.
- Yeah, any time. Ready when you are.

Mr. Collins, at one point you, yourself,
were a mole, weren’t you?

That’s right, yeah.

I was a member of the National Front
and then the BNP.

I was passing information to...
an anti-fascist magazine.

How did you first come into contact
with Robbie Mullen?

He wrote to me... under a false name.

You know, it was pretty clear that
he felt trapped at National Action.

It was like he was in a cult
and he wanted out.

Did he ever ask for any money
for the information he gave you?

No, none.

Thank you.

You took Mr. Mullen on holiday,
didn’t you, to Dublin?

I wouldn’t exactly call it a holiday.

He needed a breather.
To be honest with you, we both did.

Well, the situation was very...
tense at the time.

Was that as a reward for coming up
with some juicy titbits for your website

and Hope Not Hate magazine?

No. We felt like we had
a duty of care towards him,

you know, both for his
physical and mental wellbeing.

Well, because, as you said,
you’d been there yourself.

All those years ago,
that anti-fascist magazine had paid

for an air ticket for you
to Australia, hadn’t it?

That’s right, they did, yeah.

Yeah, but there’s a big difference
between me and Robbie Mullen.

You see,

I ran off to Australia
rather than be called up to face any trial

because I didn’t want to be accused
publicly as an informant.

You know, I didn’t wanna be called
a grass.

You see, me and Robbie come from a similar
background and we both know what that means.

But he’s got the courage to come back
and face the people he’s accusing.

Very commendable, I’m sure.

- No, what I’m saying is--
- Thank you, my lord.

What I’m saying...

is Robbie Mullen’s a better man than me.

Court will rise.

Foreman of the jury, have you reached
verdicts upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

Will the defendants please rise?

On count three,

encouragement to commit murder,

do you find the defendant,
Christopher Lythgoe,

guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On count four,
membership of a proscribed organisation,

contrary to Section 11
of the Terrorism Act,

do you find the defendant, Jack Renshaw,

guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

On the same count,

membership of a proscribed organisation,

do you find the defendant,
Matthew Hankinson,

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

On the same count,

membership of a proscribed organisation,

do you find the defendant,
Christopher Lythgoe,

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

The idea that this country should be
purged of its ethnic minorities,

its Jews and homosexuals,

and an ideological revolution
imposed on the population by force,

is both insidious..

and evil.

Only a moment’s thought is required
to come to the conclusion that

violence and repression

on an unprecedented scale
would be needed

to achieve
such a reign of terror,

because so many right-minded people
would rise up

and oppose these monstrous plans.

All right?

- Come in.
- You OK?

Thanks for looking after him
during the trial.

Well, he did that himself.

Nobody can persuade him
to do anything he don’t want to.

All right.

Ah, ta.

So, go on, then.

What did they get?

Renshaw got life...

with a minimum term of 20 years.

Lythgoe got eight
and Hankinson got six.

Rosie Cooper, the MP,

she thanked you at the trial.

She gave a statement,
saying how grateful she was for what you did.

She’s supposed to be meeting us
at the...

House of Commons today.
That’s why I came down here, but...

I was going to
go along with you, wasn’t I?

Then why aren’t yous going?

Well, the police cancelled it
this morning,

and they told her
she can’t meet with Robbie.

Why can’t they just leave it be, eh?

My mum’s got Ellie,
and I wanted to do some shopping afterwards.

I was looking forward to it.

That’s what happens to people like us, innit?

Right, get your coat.

- What?
- We’re going shopping, come on!

We’ll get the tube into town.
Are you coming, Robbie?

Absolutely not!

Are you sure?

Right.

- I’ll see you later.
- Have fun. See you later.

- See you later, love.
- Cheers.

Don’t spend too much money!

- You don’t fancy that, lad, no?
- No!

I can’t think
of anything worse, myself.

I don’t think they believed a word
I said, did they...

the jury?

I told you they wouldn’t.

Well, we got the guilty convictions
we needed, didn’t we?

Got a couple of
non-guilties too, though.

Well, either way,
they’re all in prison, aren’t they?

Look, you stopped two women
from getting murdered.

Never forget that.

You know,

the best bit of the trial for me, Rob, was...

when they asked you
was you still a racist...

and you said, “Less so.”

You know, it’s not just all
about people like me

being struck by bolts of lightning and...

suddenly seeing the world
differently.

It’s about people like you...

changing just a little bit.

You know, in the words
of the late, great Robert Nesta,

“We all have a voice

“inside us
that talks to us,

“and that’s the voice
we must listen to.

“Because in everything you do,

“there’s a right way
and a wrong way.

“And if you listen good,

“you’ll know the right way.”

“Less so.”

I’ll have that, lad.

That’s progress.

Jo Cox.
Thank you, Mr. Speaker.

It’s a great privilege to be called
to make my maiden speech

in this most important of debates,
and I...

congratulate many others who’ve made
outstanding maiden speeches today as well.

Batley and Spen
is a gathering of typically independent,

no-nonsense, proud
Yorkshire towns and villages.

Our communities have been
deeply enhanced by immigration,

be it Irish Catholics
across the constituency,

or Muslims from Indian Gujarat or Pakistan,
principally from Kashmir.

And whilst we celebrate
our diversity,

the thing that surprises me, time and time
again, as I travel around the constituency,

is that we are far more united and have
far more in common than that which divides us.