All language subtitles for Garrows Law_ Tales from the Old Bailey - 02x02 - Episode 2.CiA.English.C.orig

Do you have any witness to speak on
your behalf? I will.

Lady Sarah! You did not send word of
your return to London.

I have a son now, Samuel.

I wish you well in your happiness.

What do you think of his appearance?
Very handsome, in the way
of his father.

I have been faithful to you!

Why does your husband disown you?
He insists that I love you.

He means to cut you off financially.
You are served with a writ

in the name of Sir Arthur Hill.

For the act of criminal conversation
with the plaintiff's wife.

David?

Please look up, please look at me...

Was a crime committed here,
a crime against you?

If so, then we must
go to the magistrate.

And bring it out in public?

I could not. You cannot be
silent about such an injustice!

At least I would not
have to share my shame.

And let the man be immune?

And let him escape his punishment?
Why would you wish that for him?

I should not wish that
for such a man.

I did come upon your distress.

And his guilt.
I did see the very crime in his face.

Yes.

The fault is not with you.

Our marriage shall not
suffer for it.

Of course not!

I am your wife.

And you have been ill used.

Criminal conversation is nothing
more than a euphemism for...

Sexual intercourse
with another man's wife.

Quite.

You are embarrassed because
you think it so, Mr Southouse?

He flushes merely at the term,
not contemplation of the act.

Which he could not,
I have not lain with you.

I recollect that to be so.

Hill has hired a man called Farmer.
He did serve writs upon us both.

He is a poison.

Garrow's value is negligible.

He is not a gentleman.

Some property in Pegwell Bay
inherited from his late parents...

His ability to pay is not the issue.

Quite.

As Judge Kenyon is fond of saying,
"If a man cannot pay with his purse,
he must pay with his person".

The sum Hill seeks
may land you in Debtor's prison.

Then I must away to the
Old Bailey to earn a guinea.
Have I not got through to you?

His claim will not succeed because
he will have no claim to fact!

The truth will overcome
my husband's malice.

A high-born gentleman finds himself
dishonoured by the loss

of his wife's comfort and society,
and seeks damages accordingly.

Verdicts at the King's Bench
are based on no more than
circumstantial evidence.

Hill does not have to prove
the direct fact of adultery.

A suggestion that illicit sex had
probably taken place will suffice,

if the two are closeted
together in private...

And you can contrive a means to
have them so identified together?

I take pride in my experience
in such matters.

Therefore you must take great pains
not to be identified together.

You must keep apart.

A note of my charges, Sir Arthur.

10% of any damages awarded...

You cannot take this lightly!

They mean to ruin you.

Mary! What are you about?

To the mistress, sir.

Under whose instruction?

Lady Sarah ordered me, she wants
her clothes. Fresh clothes sir.
She's at the hotel and has no other.

They are no longer her clothes.
You obey only my orders.
Do you understand?

Yes, sir, I am most sorry.
I did not know. Put them away.

Mary was your wife's personal maid?

And still loyal to her? Apparently.

What of my son in all this?
What of Samuel?

You shall be reunited with him.

The Royal Hotel, driver.

Yes, sir.

I wish to know everything.

Particularly if she does
have visitors.

But also when she leaves, when
she stays, what she does in her room.

The stains upon her undergarments,
the contents of her pot.

Send the chambermaid to me.

When you came there,

describe what persons
you found there, what things?

We pushed our way into the hovel
and went to an upstairs room much
blackened by smoke and most hot.

We did see Thomas Harris
throw a mould used for
coining from the window.

No! This is lies, sir!

I saw the instruments of their
trade and perhaps 20 shillings
lain in the street. Liar!

Thomas Harris's hands
were in a state of work, black.

So were Phoebe Harris's.
Most dirty.

I found ten shillings
on the mantelpiece.

Base wretch!

You villain! No good can come
from such oaths, madam!

Were you able to recover
items from the street?

A broken mould, and we think also,
there were tools and other coins
discarded, but they were taken.

Lies, sir! All lies! Mr Garrow.

Mr Garrow?

Mr Farmer.

I thought I did detect
the whiff of sulphur.

You have come to spy on Garrow,
no doubt, your quarry.

Perhaps you may even find it
enlightening to see how a true
man of the law performs his duty.

I came upon a very sad scene.

A loving young couple
cleaved together in terror,

facing the penalty of the law
for their venal transgressions.

And now they do fight for their
lives, both facing their extinction.

And their only defence is
that lies are told about them.

I fear their chances are slim.

I fear their base vice
to be exposed.

You will never find them together.

I have warned them.

You cannot repel desire,
Mr Southouse.

No, no! The court awards that you,
Thomas Harris, be led to the gaol

from whence you came, and thence
to the place of execution,

where you are to be hanged
by the neck until you are dead.

The court awards that you, Phoebe
Harris, are to be led to the gaol

from whence you came, and thence
to the place of execution, where
you are to be burnt... NO!

..with fire until you are dead.
No!

No! No! You can't!

Her to be burnt. Him to get
the relative mercy of the rope.

Unequal punishment.

But that's the lot of women,
is it not?

Will, there was little prospect
of acquittal.

As in my own case, Mr Southouse?

Not if you heed my advice.

Farmer will employ spies.

Any meetings with Lady Sarah,
however innocent,
will be twisted in court.

And is Lady Sarah innocent of
some knowledge concerning Samuel?

I saw how you looked on
at Milk Street.

She may never see the child again.

The fact that she is the child's
mother is meaningless in law.

The child is Hill's property...
I must go to Hill.

You must not!

You think he will be moved
like a jury by your persuasion?

You will simply provoke him.

Provoke him into sense, into reason!

The whole prosecution
is in the realm of the absurd.

Will... I have a case.

It is a hideous thing to be
accused of. An utter corruption.

Imported by our spindle-shanked
gentry from Italy, I believe.

Thank you for the potted
history, Mr Southouse.

Would you care for some gin?

The jailer can supply
nothing better.

Some comforts here but
I assure you I am not comfortable.

I have a reputation in society
that I do value,

it will be entirely done away with
if this accusation prevails.

David Jasker, a mere acquaintance,
a tradesman I do patronise
with my business,

the man who mends my shoes,
for God's sake, and now
my accuser, the harbinger of...

my disgrace...my death!

Forgive my agitation.
I do apologise.

Apology is not necessary. It becomes
a man who has been wronged.

You do see that?

The cobbler, David Jasker?

You have known him long?
Six months or so.

Simply by virtue of the fact that
I did initially frequent his shop.

Initially, the acquaintance
progressed from there?

What I suppose is that we did
converse politely in the way
a tradesman would address

a customer and vice versa and as
my custom became regular, I became
more familiar with him.

And his wife. And what did you
speak of? The weather.

Whatever scandal
graced the newspapers that day,

the state of their business.
Somewhat parlous.

I mean I do wonder why Jasker,
as your cobbler and mindful of
your status, is so candid with you.

Would confide
such information to you,

however many pairs of shoes you may
bring to his attention. I cannot say.

Merely that he did say. And why
do you think he has accused you?

I wish I knew. And tell us of
the last encounter between you.

A silver buckle had
detached from my shoe.

Isabella sent me
downstairs to the workshop.

He told me he that he was unable
to fix my shoe immediately

and was altogether in
a state of some agitation.

And you did comfort him?

I demanded he venture some
explanation for his rudeness.
Which he did provide.

Creditors were daily at his door,
the shop in danger of being lost.

He then began to cry.

I was discomfited, embarrassed by
such a display

and thought to put a hand
on his shoulder by way of...

consolation. I think you will
agree that a hand on another
man's shoulder

is anatomically and by degree
some distance from sodomy.

And following this?

His wife comes upon
the scene of this iniquity.

I leave abruptly, his distress
best tended to by his wife,

an intimacy in which I should
not intrude and had no wish to.

Some time later,
I find the runners at my door.

I am not convinced.

You think him guilty?
He is your client!

I say I am not convinced.

I find in matters of sodomy
that it is safest not to embrace

the client's innocence
but better to...

hold a view at arm's length,
as it were.

For there is no smoke without fire?

You think him innocent? Yes.

And I also think him a liar.

Good day, sir. Madam.

Your wife send you on an errand?

Alas she cannot.

She is late of this world.

But I have a need to see
these shoes of hers repaired.

A man's attachment to his wife,
there's no better sentiment.

I'm sure my husband can restore
these to good health.

So busy are we that I may attend
to your shoes immediately.

I thank you for that
but I have appointments
that press and so cannot wait.

Then later.

Your wife speaks highly
of your craft.

I'm indebted to her for her faith.

Come by this afternoon, sir,
and you'll see his facility with a
knife and stitch. As I do every day.

No time like the present.

I could have had you sent away.

Then you would know you had ducked
me and had been cowardly.

I merely indulge you. Speak.

Your wife will have her name
prostituted in a public court.

Then see it consigned to the
shorthand writers of the public press

and from thence into the throats
and lungs of the hawkers.

It shall be trumpeted to all
until we are stunned.

That you are the treacherous seducer
of another man's wife is a tune
that must be played very loud.

You are portrayed as a cuckold?
You are content for that?

I have thought on it. And decided
that my discomfort is worth
your exposure.

Withdraw the writ. I come here
merely seeking that.

For the good of us all.

And let you walk merrily back
into the Old Bailey,

when every day I must sit here
and watch the child grow bigger?

The child that is not mine,

but the foul fruit
of your association!

You are intent on avenging a fiction!

This is a play you have written,
a dumb show you have put on!

You have replaced me
in my wife's affection.

You have deprived me of her loyalty.

Is this imaginary? I look
and I cannot see her in my house.

Is that perception false?

You cast her out.
I have lost my wife! To you!

And now seek to remedy it
as if she were chattel!

Compensated for your loss in pounds.

Am I to pity her position?

With her body,
she has betrayed me twice,
with you and with what it was for.

To provide and preserve
a birthright.

To give me a child
who is legitimate.

She would dearly love
to see the child soon.
She shall not be given that comfort.

Then at least allow her maid to
attend her at the hotel where
she stays with but one outfit.

Neither shall she have that comfort.

You bring this action because
you think you are dishonoured,

that there has been some
outrage of disrespect.

But you cannot understand respect...

because you cannot give it.

The verdict shall be the truth!

Who is it?

Hello?

All the time I have been in
position at the Royal Hotel,
Garrow has not come near.

And it is quite clear from
my exchange with Lady Sarah

that they have had the benefit of
the advice of the attorney,
Southouse.

Let me be clear.
You do not have to burst through a
door and discover them in flagrante.

No, sir. I must simply find someone
who can identify them together and
testify as to their intimacy.

The hotel staff are willing
but have not...

I am not interested in
your difficulties, Mr Farmer,

only in your progress in my case.

Jasker accuses you of an unnatural
crime against him and you tell me
you do not know why he does so.

Yet I think you lie.

If I am to be your counsel,
I must hear the truth from you.

Do you doubt me, sir?
I doubt not your innocence
but your experience of Jasker.

You are unmarried?

I am. And live alone?

Yes, again. And therefore vulnerable
to this particular sort of blackmail.

Have you given money to David Jasker?

Yes. On how many occasions?

Several times. Why?

His business was
in need of some support.

When I ask why, I think you do me
the honour of a more truthful reply.

It is as you say. Blackmail?

If I did not pay he would take me
before a magistrate and accuse me of
an attempt to commit a bestial act.

Now we have it!
Yes. And now we have our defence.

I did refuse his last request.

Of course. And this goes better
than mere defence.

This will serve to
see him indicted in turn.

Jasker to be put in the dock?

It is not merely
blackmail but robbery.

But is my denial not enough?

My word as a...
Gentleman, no, it is not.

If Mr Garrow can establish
the parlous state of the business

and expose his threats in court,
you would not be happy with that?

Maria.

Mr Garrow, Mr Southouse,
my beloved fiancee, Maria Reader.

Mr Garrow,
you will stop this calumny,
this assault on his reputation.

We have just made some great progress
here. There is a defence now.

I have owned to the blackmail
begun against me by Jasker.

Good.

Robert should not forego his life
for the sake of his embarrassment.

And I think his defence will be
strengthened by association with
you. You will speak on his behalf?

I would insist on it.

I would not wish to be indelicate but
in court I would need you to attest
to the normality of his appetites.

I make no complaint in such matters.

Ask the shoe-mender
if he is a blackmailer.

He may then be ready to drop the
case for fear of his own prosecution.

From what I saw, I doubt
if it will be his decision.

By which you mean? She leads him.

My handsome shoe-maker,

my husband.

Don't distract me from my business.

You will allow me to.

You are yourself again.

You, you are also footman
and butler here now?

I did spy you from the window
and took the liberty of
opening the door to you.

Then you may announce me
to my husband. Your business?

My business?

I wish to see my son. You may not.

My husband's attorney
will not deprive me of him.

Your husband's attorney
knows the law concerning
that which you are deprived of.

Then you will at least
show him to me.

So that I may know that he is well,

and that he...

might know me still.
I think that a crueller prospect.

And for your own sake, madam,

I will not allow it. I am sorry.

I do entreat you!

I beg of you.

I cannot help
but admire her dignity.

I think, sir, that an opportunity
now presents itself.

I do not wish to know,
simply take it.

You do indeed have a gift, sir.

They are so renewed that I can
imagine my wife to step into them.

You spin gold from nothing,
Mr Jasker.

I do?

Come now, you are too modest.

Do you not turn your modest
acquaintance with Captain Jones

into payments most immodest?
Who are you, sir?

I am attorney for Captain Jones.

And you will be accused
of blackmail in court.

And so find yourself in the dock.

I blackmailed no-one.
The money was given freely.

You will pay my husband,
sir, and kindly go.

And you may wish to discuss
with your husband

the wisdom of his prosecution.

In the light of what is now known.

Why are you distressed?

She was my mistress.

And she was in despair.

You think her in need of company?

Sir Arthur will
allow me to go to her?

Answer me this. Has Lady Sarah
ever written to Mr Garrow before?

She would not have dared to.

You shall go to her.

But first you shall go to Mr Garrow.

Sir?

You are Lady Sarah's maid,
you will trust that the
letter comes from her.

And the purpose, sir?
You are not to question the purpose.

You are not to question anything

whilst Sir Arthur employs you.

But you do not, sir(!)

I perform my duties for Sir Arthur
as he wishes me to and one of them

is to ensure that you obey me and
thus continue in employment here.

Pack a bag for your mistress,

the things that she did send for,
so that I may take it
to the Royal Hotel.

You will meet me there.

Why so?

He gave you money?

Severally?

There was never blackmail.

Why did you not tell me
of the payments?

Your husband's business fails.

You think I have no pride?

Then there is some deeper
acquaintance than I had thought.

It was merely a loan!

He is a wealthy man and...

I suppose I did make it plain
how the trade suffered.

And giving these payments he...he
assumed some entitlement over you?

He did start to become very familiar
in the way he spoke to me. Improper.

And thought that you should bestow
him with some favour in return.

And bought some right to you
and denied it, made his assault.

He is very arrogant.

And is such arrogance
sends his solicitor so that
you will bend to his will again.

Well, that shall not happen!

You have been very naive,
my darling.

An innocent in the face
of a man such as that.

Who is it? It is I.

This is reckless.
In the circumstances,
I cannot blame you for wishing it.

I wish it but would not request it.

Certainly not in the face
of the ferocity with which
Mr Southouse forbade it.

I do not understand,
Mary brought your request.

Mistress, I did bring
the clothes you asked for.

Sweet girl.

You brought a letter
from your mistress to me?

I must go now.

I disobey Sir Arthur.

I am truly sorry.

She's not in your service again.

I fear she is
in the service of Farmer.

Did they touch, kiss?

No, sir. You are to testify in
court that they did hotly embrace.
And if I will not?

You will lie for your sister's sake.

If she is to have a future,
I will not go to the magistrate
and say she stole from me.

And she will be saved from hanging.

A second time. The first by Garrow.

The second by you.
And Sir Arthur will employ her.

They will use her
as a witness in my trial.

Well, it is our trial.

It is an action exclusively
between Hill and myself.

You mistake me.
Legally, you do not exist.

You have certainly not imagined me.

But now your husband's
imagining will be presumed as fact.

And we shall be ruined for it.

For a pleasure we have yet
to take...

an intimacy we still do not know.

And think you therefore
we should no longer be innocent
of what they say we are guilty of?

It would be the most...

exquisite defeat.

I cannot accept that we become
what they say of us.
That morally we...

hand them the case.

And therefore we cannot have...

What we crave.

Mr Southouse.

What scene lies within?

They're waiting to be married.

Married?

They'll be married as soon
as the beds become unoccupied.

Then the rites of marriage
can be performed.

And you officiate here, as it were?

I keep a convivial house.

I'm...mother.

Mr Southouse, I think you have
another question you want to ask.

I merely search for the
words to formulate it.

Have you been deceived?
Have I deceived you?

Has Captain Jones?

There is a healthy
relationship between you?

You are truly engaged to be married?

The relationship between myself and
Captain Jones is extremely healthy.

We're the dearest of friends.

Friends? As for marriage...

Yes?

Robert's often been married.

I do not understand.

He's been many a man's husband.

If you tell me this,
then any defence is not only
undermined, it is broken.

I tell you that I will
honestly testify that I have
also enjoyed his company.

Carnally.

That is A truth if not THE truth.

But is that not the kind of truth
you require from me
in the way of his defence?

She is a mask for Captain Jones
and runs a Molly house!

And to make matters worse,
it seemed I was taken for a...

A macaroni?

Aagh!

I am confounded by all of this.

I believe it true
that she has enjoyed him.

Our defence involving her was clear.

That he was too fond of a
pretty girl to fall into sodomy.

But it appears that despite
the pretty girl, he still does so.

And mainly.

We cannot defend him.

We are not required to defend him
for his propensity but for a crime
he says he did not commit.

And you still believe it so?

You have seen Jasker
and his wife together.

You believe them to be sincere?

I do not think I do.

Then perhaps there is a
narrative not so simple here.

It is certainly not blackmail.

I would only warn you that
the law on buggery is not grey.

And here, more than in any other,
favours the accuser.

We have some difficulty.

In that we are in possession of
some evidence about you

that if you should choose
to be truthful,
means that we cannot defend you.

And similarly if you do not choose to
be truthful then we cannot trust you.

I see.

A way out of this difficulty

is that rather than discuss
the particularities of this case,

I will put a hypothetical one to you.

By all means.

Let's suppose a situation where

a man is of the sodomitical tendency.

Why would we do that?
Let us suppose such a thing.

For the purposes of argument.

Very well.

Let's suppose that this man...

is of some little wealth, finds
another man of the same tendency.

They form an attachment,

an utterly consensual relationship
and with it a friendship.

One where money is lent freely.

We have, I think, already
been somewhat down the road
of that scenario.

Continue.

They meet regularly,

but they are aware that the law
would treat both of them harshly

should they be found out.
They risk their lives.

And discovery.

Which comes to pass.

They fear for their exposure
which will mean their lives.

And one of the men betrays the other.

He claims he was most grievously
assaulted against his will.

Such a situation could turn
friends into enemies desperate
only to save their own lives...

I imagine.

In this scenario, the man
cannot tell even his own lawyer

what has happened for fear
of incriminating himself.

Terrible situation
for all concerned.

But one where there
has been no coercion,

where there is no victim.

Where, without law...

there would be love.

And this unlawful love exposed
by the contemplation of a wife.

And a husband unable to confess to
the nature of that love instead
confesses to its opposite.

A sad hypothesis.

Yes, sir...

yes.

Sodomy was committed.
Love or not, we cannot defend it.

There has been no admission.
Come, Garrow, it is evident!

A man loves another,
any other, whom society says he may
not, and he must be pilloried for it?

Why should I not defend against that?

Oh, you will defend the
cause of love, will you?

It seems to me that Jasker was
quick to disavow that sentiment
for the sake of his own neck.

I shall depend on the
hope that he has not.

My God, you will be a
romantic at the Old Bailey.

Heaven help us all!

I'm unable to speak, Mr Garrow.

Why are you still awake?

You must speak plain to me.

Of the relationship
between yourself and David Jasker.

There is some change here.
Earlier you gave advice that such
a conversation was impossible.

In my legal defence of you, yes,

but not as one man to another.

And then tomorrow I may do my
duty better as your barrister.

You will not speak plainly to me?

I have spent my life
hiding from plain view.

Then, Captain Jones,
I will be plain with you.

In my life I am in some difficulty.

Ruinous accusations have
been made against me.

Perhaps not as ruinous as
the prospect of losing my life

but it may not be worth living
if it goes against me.

The accusations are false.
They are a lie.

I am charged with committing
adultery with another man's wife.

I have not,

but I have yearned to,

do yearn to still.

Your secret torments you.

I would dearly love to own it and for
the owning of it to be of no account.

I have took my chances at
Lincoln's Inn Bog Houses,

been married in Molly Houses,

paraded in St James' Park
and Birdcage Walk.

Every excursion in the dark or...

out of sight.

But David...

is someone to be loved
in the busiest coffee house,

hands held.

Why so?

His wife thinks him weak,

but he's merely gentle.

He's quiet but...

all the time attentive.

And in the heat of his work will...

blow upwards at his forehead so
it does lift the locks of his hair.

There are some who would hang you
for your sentiments alone.

Isabella.

We must find a way to have
everybody's true sentiments out in
court in a way that will save you.

Do I disgust you?

I see women burned and
innocent men hanged.

Then I am in the grip
of that emotion.

I'll call David first, then yourself.

Who do you think they'll
call in Jones' defence?

Sodomites do normally concoct a
mistress but I am ready for that.

David?

I brought this prosecution.

Yes? Surely I may choose to withdraw
it if I so wished? Withdraw it?

You may but the parish will certainly
prosecute the case on its own behalf.

David, you cannot falter now.
You must take courage.

I remind you that you
also signed a statement.

If you withdraw, there is a chance
you will be prosecuted
for consenting to the deed.

That is unthinkable.

Mr Silvester will merely ask
you to report what happened.

It seems that Mr Jasker
has two legal counsel.

I wonder who has really
brought this prosecution?

Robert Jones was indicted
for that he,

not having the fear of God
before his eyes,

but being moved and seduced
by the instigation of the devil,

with force feloniously
did make an assault
upon one David Jasker,

and wickedly, and diabolically,
and against the order of nature,

had a venereal affair
with the said David Jasker.

And with him did then and there
commit and perpetrate that

abominable crime,
not to be mentioned by Christians,
called buggery,

to the great displeasure
of Almighty God
and against His Majesty's peace.

What are you? I'm a cobbler.

I have a shop next to the Fortune
of War public house in Pye Corner.

And what do you know
against the prisoner?

Captain Jones came into my shop.

A buckle had come
away from his shoes.

We went into the workshop.

Captain Jones pushed me over
and pulled down my breeches.

And what next? He...

he assaulted me.

In what way?

In a way that is
very difficult to speak of.

But you must speak of it
if we are to have a verdict.

I cannot.

Did he penetrate you?

He was...behind me.
He was at my back.

That will not suffice, Mr Jasker.

It is a painful thing!

To be penetrated against one's will?

To be here at all!

The act of sodomy, a crime
so heinous that nature shudders.
CRIES OF "HEAR, HEAR"

Modesty stands aghast.

And against which
virtue seeks vengeance.

I understand
and sympathise, Mr Jasker,

with your reticence.
Then may we try this another way?

The man

who abused you so cruelly
and unnaturally,

who made use of your body for his own
depraved pleasure, is he here today?

If that man is with us today,

will you point him out in court?

You will identify him or not, sir?

Is the man in the dock?
The man you accuse of sodomy?

Yes.

Did he sodomise you?

He did, sir.

Hardly the most convincing
identification of your attacker,
Mr Jasker.

"Captain Jones
pushed me over the work bench
and pulled down my breeches."

That is still actually an
assertion that you stand by?

Yes, yes, I do.

Did you struggle?

Of course.

Yet despite your struggling,
you could not overcome his force?

Why could you not repel him?

He is strong, a military man.

Are you not strong? Are you not
a man who works constantly with

his hands to hammer and wrench
and twist a shoe back into life?

In this struggle,
where was the vigour that is a
necessary part of your trade?

I found it difficult to
resist a man so...intent.

You found the act difficult
to own because of shame or
because it did not happen?

Because of...shame.

Then behold the man
you say has shamed you.

Behold Captain Jones.

Behold him.

You are previously
acquainted with this man?

I've had his custom for some time.

He is a mere customer, then?

Why, what else would he be?

A customer who you did
invite into your workshop.
What would occasion that?

It was convenient.

Is this not a man who has made
several payments to you lately
because you were in need of capital?

It is so.

But they were loans, sir.

And is this still not a man who
favoured you with his generosity?

Who would not see you fail?

It is so. Whose kindness
and attention you did welcome?

I welcomed the money. Is that so?

Look at Captain Jones again.

Is this a man you would
now put to death because
of the evidence you give?

I must have my life!

I must have my life!

Has a Miss Maria Reader
announced herself here?

No, sir.

"Is love a tender thing?

"It is too rough,
too rude, too boisterous
and it pricks like thorns."

You talk of this trial?

I talk of Garrow and Lady Sarah.

Their love would prick like
thorns in Westminster Hall.

By which you mean?

I have a witness

who will shed its blood in court.

Lady Sarah's maid.

They have not been seen together in
any way that could incriminate them.

If a man enters a lady's hotel room
and the nature of that time is
come upon by that lady's maid,

do you not think that...persuasive?

Why were you not more convincing?

A man commits a crime not merely
against you but on you and you
falter like you would forgive him.

Isabella, it is a hard thing to own.

Madam, I call you next and
I hope you a better witness.

You will have no fear.

I will own this prosecution for him.

By which you mean?

There must be no doubt
what did happen.

That my eyes did not deceive me.

Does Farmer speak the truth?

I believe he does.

I think you and Sarah both fools
to have been pulled together so.

Love does make fools
of us all, Mr Southouse.

As I came down to the workshop,
I heard cries, muffled.

Of distress? Undoubtedly, yes.

And venturing further?

I opened the door

and found the prisoner
over my husband, his trousers down,

forcing himself into him.

This is not true! Captain Jones!

You will allow the witness to
give her evidence. Continue, madam.

If it's not too distressing.

With the most bestial face upon him.

And your husband?

Helpless.

A rag stuffed into his mouth.

Liar!

Foul liar! You see his shame now?

And the prisoner's reaction
to your coming in?

He pulled away. He could
not complete his debauchery.

No more questions, my lord.

The money loaned, given or what
have you from Captain Jones to
your husband, do you know the sum?

I... Come.

You run this trade together. You
must have more than a very good idea.

You must know the sum precisely.

I do not exactly. 30 pounds, 40?

It was between them.

You did not trouble yourself
with what went between them?
Their association gave me

no cause for concern.

Captain Jones, an honourable man.

Yes.

Until at the workshop door,
you contemplate the ravenous beast
who would debauch your husband?

Do you think my husband to consent?

Do you, madam?
I could never, I will never!

Of course not.
He had a rag stuffed in his mouth.

Though curiously your husband did
not mention that in his evidence.

He hardly spoke.

And how you do remedy that.

I only say what he could
not bring himself to.

I put it to you that you
describe far more than you saw.

That what you did see
was your husband in the company
of Captain Jones in a way that did

enrage and threaten you?

It was not a crime that you perceived
but a way to rid your husband of
the company he had been keeping.

If I had not stopped you that day
I know you would come back for more,
your satisfaction never complete.

But that you would come back
and back to take my husband
because you consider him weak.

But I have come to this court
to have my husband reclaimed from

your sin, to have my husband back
as my own and never yours again!

Mr Silvester!

This is not the theatre.
It is much cheaper!

And here we will allow the jury to
follow and judge character,
not the audience. My lord.

Do you have any more witnesses,
Mr Silvester? No, my lord.

Then, Mr Garrow, you may call
your witnesses for the defence.

But one, my lord,
I call Miss Maria Reader.

She is not here. She fears her own
exposure. But she made a promise to.

The promise of a brothel keeper!

Mr Garrow?

Do you have some information
to share with the court?

One moment, my lord.

I'm sorry.

My lord, it seems that a climate
of such fear reigns that honest
men become dishonest ones.

That promises are broken.

That a man will see a friend hanged.

I have no witnesses, my lord.

Captain Jones, it would appear that
you have no-one to speak for you.

Which is unfortunate.

There is talk in the London Journal
of court providing a surgeon to take
out the testicles of sodomites.

Although that is not my instruction
to the jury here, you understand.

My lord!

I require advice.

On the penalty for perjury.

If you speak of perjury
then you do not choose me.

I cannot let him die.
That is the only choice I make.

This is most irregular.

Mr Silvester, speak to your client.

You've lost me!

But I think I had lost you
some while ago!

I ask you again,

did Captain Jones assault you?

No.

You have committed
a perjury in this court.

Yes.

Why?

In order to incriminate a man
I did owe money to.

This is all most irregular!

Captain Jones,
I have no choice but to acquit you.

This time!

Mr Jasker,

step into the dock.

You will publish no
details of that trial.

There was great indecency here.

The world need not bear it,
though we were compelled to.

Mr Jasker,

on the matter of perjury, you are
sentenced to two years in prison
and a fine of five shillings.

Captain Jones.

Congratulations.

You will commit the crime again?

Not until you are
released from prison.

Your engagement at the hotel
we may somehow defend but if it
seems habitual, then we are undone.

I did warn you.

What think you of the outcome
of the case, Mr Southouse?

I am glad my client is acquitted.

But I do hope that he
is not encouraged by it.

I think him to be very
encouraged by it, that Mr Jasker
would go to jail for him.

Do you not think love
always to be encouraged?

I should be obliged if you would
leave this building separately.

It is submitted to their lordships
that you be removed
from your employment.

Do you think you have sacrificed
your son for me? I've lost
Samuel because of my husband.

To paternity. Beware.
Beware of what, Mr Southouse?

What it is that draws you
to this case.

Sir Arthur Hill. I understand
what it is to seek redress.

Do not tell me of the law.
Why should I not?

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