Do you turn to Christ?
I turn to Christ.
Do you repent of your sins?
I repent of my sins.
Do you renounce evil?
I renounce evil.
Rehearsing. Beautiful, isn't it?
The thing about the Bible is it's so well written. Renounce. Repent.
- Great words. Sue was right. - Sue?
Lawley. Shakespeare and the Bible.
What would your luxury be, Peter?
Duvet. Maybe marmalade. And the music - goon, ask me.
- What's the music? - Eight straight Verdis. Why?
- Why? - I'll tell you.
- You tell us. - Because you soar. You soar with Mr V.
Shakespeare, the Bible, Giuseppe V. Life.
- You'll be a very good godfather. - Very good.
Other godfathers will weep when they see how good I am. You chose right.
- Absolutely. - Absolutely.
♪ Don't you ever stop long enough to start?
♪ Get your car out of that gear
I'm homeless and my name is Yuri Gagarin.
- The astronaut. - And heroof Soviet Union.
I'm having a bit of a lie-down in Park Square.
Blending in not very well with the goat's- cheese-on-ciabatta classes.
- When all of a sudden... - For no reason I can articulate
to my patient, kind, rather brilliant barrister,
I grab a man's mobile phone and stamp on it. What d'you think?
- Judge? - Martin.
The only thing he's heavy on - motiveless violence. Nine months for Yuri.
Chicken vindaloo. Yeah, what is it?
Poppadoms. You want a woman? I'll give you Wendy de Souza.
Best Doris in a wig there is.
Four naan. Mango chutney. Yeah, later.
Plain rice. None of that bits-in-shit.
Johnny Boy. Spread bet.
Bob's return from the Bengal Lancers. Spread of 12 to15 minutes.
What's a spread bet?
Peter says what he reckons on whatever and I say no.
And whatever more it is, or less than he says, then I win by the amount increasing,
by the time he's wrong by less or more.
Two and a half chicken tikka masala, three pilau rice and a litre of Coke.
- You up for it, Johnny Boy? - Yeah, goon. 100.
Chambers turn over two million, you're on 20%. 100 seems a bit cheap.
- A grand. - Excellent.
Go.
Anything for the second-best Doris in a wig?
- How's the hormones, Miss? - Fine.
- She snapped. - Fine, Peter.
- Murder. - What kind of murder?
- Seminal. - Seminal murder?
The kind of murder that could change everything.
Here. Us.
It's a life-or-death murder, Rose. Con here tonight.
- Who's leading me? - Wrong way round.
- Who am I leading? - You choose.
Wallet. Can't find it.
There you are.
I've got a brand-new murder, just come in.
Good. What kind of murder?
That kind of murder.
- Billy. - Rose.
- You're being a bit... - What?
Well, away from me.
Is it your trial?
Yeah.
I need a junior. In my murder.
Right.
Billy.
- Junior? - In name only.
Equal partners. A good murder will take your mind off...
Mind off what? The end of my career? Prison sentence?
The 4oo bloody fantastic smiles from Daniel that won't reach me in prison?
Sorry.
Murder. You?
Murder.
Why am I in here? I've completely forgotten why I came in here.
- Hello, darling. - Hello, darling.
I remember. Is it true about Judge Martin?
- What about him? - That he's not keen on violence.
- Why are you asking me? - I thought you might know the answer.
- Can I get anyone a cup of tea? - No, thanks.
Yes. Tea, please.
- Hussein. - My new pupil.
- Oh, that's unfair on him. - What?
Giving him a pupillage when there's only one place up for grabs.
Morag isn't everyone's taste, Rose.
He's a good thing. Hard-working, good researcher. Loves the law.
- Still has time to make a cup of tea? - Meaning?
How many sugars are there in "sycophant"?
- Hi. Hussein Ali. - Morag Black.
- You're the other pupil. - Yes. The other pupil.
- Rose Fitzgerald's, right? - Yes. You?
Tom Mitford.
- Rose is great. She's very... - Is she a big player?
- What? - In chambers.
Erm... Well, yes, I suppose she is. She's always...
Does she take sugar?
Yes. Two.
14 minutes gone. 60 seconds and I start winning.
- Winning what? - Vast amounts of cash.
Bigamy. Not before 12. Time for you to get shot of your mobile-phone rage.
20 seconds to go.
Bail app. Magistrates'.
15 seconds.
Bail app. Crown Court. Welcome.
- I'll look at it for you if you like. - It's OK. It's only a bail app.
Eight, seven, six, five...
...three, two...
- Grub up. - Bloody 'ell!
Bloody, bloody, bloody 'ell.
I'm off to see the most talented newcomers in town.
- Talented what? - Criminals.
Frank Green and brothers. Gifted, heavy, new. Like us, really.
- Who's your junior gonna be? - Billy.
- Right. - Meaning, Peter?
Stable, reliable, steady. Everything a good junior should be.
Have to line the stomach, Miss.
- You're going drinking. - I'm going drinking.
With him. And don't tell me, a brand-new solicitor who could be very tasty for us.
It's not easy, having to drink all the time for the sake of chambers.
It's not a solicitor, though. It's heavy criminals, Miss.
Which explains why Mr Green is late for his conference with me.
He's out having a half-shandy with my senior clerk.
I've been told Rose Fitzgerald's the brief you put up for Frank.
Yeah.
Can she hack it? Nooffence, but I've seen these women briefs
be classy and all that, steel knickers with a Rolex
and it's never the same, not really.
Is Frank gonna feel she's gonna eat meat in there for him and then come back for more?
One toone, witness in the box, Rose on her feet. When it really counts...
...she savages 'em.
You're late for Miss Fitzgerald, Frank.
- That's... - Frank Green.
My first-ever client.
- A murderer. - Allegedly.
He sent me champagne.
- How do you know his name? - R versus Green.
Custody time limits. He's in the Law Reports.
He got bail because they hadn't brought him to trial quickly enough.
What winks and fucks like a tiger?
- The minimum wage. - What?
We were going to get it. All pupils.
And then the Court of Appeal said no.
- I was thinking of... - What?
It's not right. Why should Johnny Boy be capable of losing £1,000
when you and I scraping around for...
You were thinking what?
We're a progressive set of chambers.
They should be giving it to us, whatever the Court of Appeal says.
- I'm going back. - To chambers?
- It's half-past six. - I get a second wind.
I hope we can be friends. I know we're in competition and all that,
but... we should be friends.
How much money do you earn?
A lot.
- And McLeish? - More than a lot.
Meaning?
Don't tell him I told you. 10% of all fees.
Incoming fees for the last six months? £1 million.
200,000 a year?
A lot of it goes on... corporate entertainment.
Can I get you a margarita, Miss Black?
I'm giving you Billy Guthrie, too.
Two fuck-offs for the price of one and a half.
- We've both got them. - What?
- Stables packed full of talent. - And?
And I know what you want. Every time one of your boys is up in court,
you wanna know who's looking after 'em,
that it comes from a place you can trust, and that every brief's a fighter.
It's a bit more than that. I want briefs who do what they're told.
If I say defence is mistaken ID, then mistaken ID it is.
No arguments. No frolics of their own.
That's a communications thing from you to me to them.
It's about control. It's about keeping it tight.
- This murder... - Mistaken ID, Peter.
Witness picked Frank and he's wrong.
I've communicated to Frank what his defence is.
You communicate to your pair. Simple.
It's like with Stevie. She's a great solicitor.
She lets us express ourselves and then expresses what we express.
And you wanna make you and her into a triangle with me.
We'd have to be close, know a lot about each other and be watertight, the three of us.
- You and Stevie are solid, aren't you? - Is this an offer?
I'm looking at one other set of chambers.
- Who? - Clerk called Marlowe.
I'll let you know.
I've got to go.
I've really got to go.
I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming!
I'm coming! I'm coming!
I'm going.
- Where? - Con.
With who?
- Jealous? - No.
- Yes. - Yes.
Rose Fitzgerald.
Never a good idea to put all your eggs in one basket, Alex.
Don't.
- What? - Sulk.
- I'm not. - I can hear it.
I know what sulking sounds like. Listen.
The sound of a boy sulking.
I'm completely not sulking.
And Billy.
Billy and Rose? My best friend and my best friend?
Is that a pout, Mr Hay?
Client's here. No sign of our Stevie?
I'd be happy to sit in. Take notes till the solicitor gets here.
Where's Morag? Morag would be better. She's erm...
We know each other. Have you seen her?
No.
- OK. Fine. - No problem.
"The victim had heated knitting needles inserted into every orifice -
his eyes, his nostrils, his mouth..."
His anal passage.
Funny.
Funny?
Nobody speaks like that.
Except in police statements. In my experience.
Anal passage? My arse.
"He wasn't dead yet. He was in more agony than I thought possible."
I've never been the kind of boy to fill in a girl's silence, Rose.
Listen. It wasn't me. Mr Rush got it wrong. Mistake. It happens.
Frankly, it's ludicrous to suggest I'd do a thing like that.
It's... something the boys do. And I'm more than a boy.
On the whole, Mr Green,
juries don't much go for the "I'm too heavy a villain to get my hands dirty" defence.
You're right. Nice and simple.
There's no forensics. It's a classic one-on-one.
You and the witness.
Show the jury how he got it wrong and we're out of there. Simple.
It's one of the best descriptions I've seen of a suspect.
It's very close. It's very you. I think we should look at fit-up.
Everyone knows there's a turf war - Greens versus Flecks.
The two biggest crime families in Leeds.
This could so easily be a Fleck fit-up, couldn't it?
I think it could.
- The Flecks. - What about them?
Where are you... at, them and you?
They're scared of the Green family. They don't understand us.
They've spent 30 years running this city, doing armed blags for a few grand.
Knocking about with Barbara Windsor lookalikes.
And now we're here.
And we're a lot sharper than "I do crime but I've got a lot of budgies."
That's what. They don't understand.
So they are scared. But it's not that here.
Gary Rush is a genuine member of the public, making a genuine mistake. I am the wrong man.
I'm not sure it's the best defence.
It's the one we're running. OK?
I want Morag on this. Full time. From tomorrow.
She's got a bail app at 10:30.
Dump the bail app. I want my own pupil on this.
Stevie, they don't need you. I want to talk to you.
Have you seen Alex?
- Yeah, he's... - No.
What?
- That's... - Yeah.
- Hi, Peter. Alex still in chambers? - I don't know.
- I'll erm... pop in and have a look. - OK.
- Hi. - Hi.
This case is sitting up and begging to be run...
- We've got our instructions. - From who?
Frank Green. The client. Who says it's not a fit-up.
- What was all that about, anyway? - What?
Reading out the horror and staring at the client.
- I like to look them in the eye. - Why? They're always guilty.
- Maybe. But I like to look. - Since when?
Since the baby.
Since Daniel.
Hello.
- Hi. - I was just...
- Why am I telling you this? - Telling me what?
That I'm picking up my brief, which I don't need to say to you
because I work here, so I'm allowed to... pick up my brief.
Sorry. God. Shut up.
You?
Me? Er... Well, I was just erm...
Whatever.
Tom.
- Your brief. - Oh, yeah. Thanks.
Bye.
Alex.
Hi.
No, no. Where are you?
Ah, right.
It's just your er... ...mobile was off, so...
- Yeah, I went to Scotland once. - Where?
- Fishing. - Where?
Partick Thistle.
What? What?
I've got two good pupils - confident, reliable, not the usual wet-behind-the-ears material.
I can't afford to pay them to go to the Mags' for me.
- You can if they're free. - What?
You've started to bring us some big work, like Frank Green. We owe you.
I'm prepared to cover all your Mags' work with my pupils for nothing.
I want us to be a solid thing, you and me.
- And in return? - You bring all your big work to us.
Not to Michael Marlowe.
That is implied in the logic I've been using.
- What about your pupils? - They're good. I told you.
I mean... how are they going to survive?
One of them will be taken on, one won't.
They're in competition. Neither of them can afford to kick up. They know that.
- I'll think about it. - Let me know.
- I'll let you know. - Good.
The answer's yes.
Two things.
One, you're a clerk and she's not. Hands off wee Morag.
- Two. - What's this?
The grand you lost. You ever heard of Aesop?
- Yeah, bit like Interpol, aren't they? - Fables.
Fables. Right.
Stories with a moral.
The moral of this story is don't bet on horses owned by the bookie.
I'm a bit pissed, Peter.
Bob and me. Family. He's my sister's kid.
- He's your brother? - Nephew. Jesus.
And you fixed it?
You fixed it with Bob and the Indian?
It's an illustration of how useful Bob can be to us.
Nobody knows about the nephew thing.
Bob's gonna be a mole. Someone people let things drop in front of.
And then he reports back to you.
I'm a man of honour. You should know that.
- You don't fuck your own. - OK.
Er... Clerks and pupil-barristers do not mix.
Fuck your own, Johnny Boy. Fuck your own. That's my advice.
♪ Opera
- Doli incapax. - Lesley Garrett, actually.
The presumption that children don't know the difference
between naughtiness and er... criminality. Latin.
And this was Frank Green, once upon a time.
That's my son the neurosurgeon you're comparing to a mindless lunatic.
Everyone's a baby. Doli incapax. And then...
Half the babies turn into men.
- Billy. - Yes, Rose?
- Good luck today. - Yeah. Er, Rose.
- Yes, Billy? - Good luck today.
Fleck family, showing a passing interest.
Step one, try and exclude the evidence of Gary Rush picking you out of a group ID.
If that goes our way, my money says no trial, you walk.
- And if it doesn't goour way? - Step two.
Cross-examine Gary Rush into the ground on how he's wrong about it being you he saw.
- Step three? - You kiss and hold her tightly.
How do you do that - get everywhere?
Puck. Tinkerbell. List officer. It's in the genes.
I can't believe you couldn't find a line-up of men a bit like Frank Green.
The violent-bastard look is not so uncommon in West Yorkshire.
I think you're right, off the record. ID parades are so much safer than group IDs.
It's all right, you can ask me what a group ID is. I won't think less of you.
Morag.
If you can't get a proper ID parade together,
the police can take the suspect to a crowded public place,
put the witness there too and ask the witness to pick out the suspect.
Yeah, I know. But, thanks.
- Where did they hold this one, Stevie? - House of Fraser.
On the escalator going up to the third floor.
Morag, I want you to do something. Go to the House of Fraser...
Late. Very, very late.
- Morning, Tom. - Mr Gagarin?
Is Yuri Gagarin here?
- Changed my name by deed poll. - Oh. Excellent.
- Mr Mitford. - This is a space thing, right?
- That's what this is about. - Yes.
- I've got a bigamy at 12. - Morning, Tom.
Mr Fleck, I've been fielding the moronic stares
of men with big bellies and no brains for an awfully long time.
Why don't you spare us all the tedium of your cartoon personality?
Space.
Your Honour, it's about space.
The owner of the mobile phone destroyed by Mr Gagarin takes up a lot of it.
He's only five foot five and he's of medium build,
but he wears very noisy suits and his loudness makes him... not small.
- Suits? - Pinstripes.
The ones with the big gaps between the stripes.
- Ah, the noisiest stripe of all. - He screams his presence.
On the day in question, he stood in Park Square
and made a big, fat phone call.
The pigeons didn't mind. The squirrels were OK.
But Yuri Gagarin was asleep, practically at his feet.
Because Mr Gagarin is homeless
and because he has no space of his own to inhabit,
the owner of the mobile phone made a presumption.
He presumed that Mr Gagarin... didn't exist.
And that, in anyone's terms, is an outrageous presumption.
The phone got stamped on because its owner used it with customary loudness
in Mr Gagarin's bedroom.
Stand up, Mr Gagarin.
I don't like mindless violence.
"Mindless" was the word in my head when I saw these papers.
Mr Mitford has replaced that word with others - rage, oppression and frustration.
If "mindless" was still the word in my head...
...you would be going to prison.
It's not and you're not.
You can thank Mr Mitford for that. Make sure you do.
Conditional discharge for 12 months.
- Who's that? - Gary Rush.
That's our man, the man who described you.
Or your long-lost twin brother.
- On to bigamy. - Have fun.
Mr Bigamy? Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
Erm, Mr Jones.
Ten o'clock in the morning. Very busy shop.
A full escalator. A good mix of people.
Ideal conditions for a fair identification procedure.
The witness, Mr Rush, stands at the top of the escalator,
looking down at a range of people coming up over a two-minute period?
Yes.
And one of those people blended in with everyone else is Frank Green?
That's correct.
The blending-in process is vital to the fairness of the procedure, Inspector.
Absolutely.
From which floor to which floor does the escalator you were using run?
The second to the third.
- My favourite journey. - Sorry?
The ride up to women's lingerie.
There are plenty of men. It's a location we use a lot.
There is a good mix of both men and women.
Husbands buying presents for their wives, Inspector.
That kind of thing.
Here we go, Inspector.
Ann Widdecombe. Ann Widdecombe again.
Underweight model, underweight model on heroin, Norma Major,
and, oh, look, a great big man with three-day stubble and a leather jacket.
Could that be the one?
Tough to say. But on balance, I think it might be him.
Fair and proper, Inspector?
Blended?
Snookered, you bastard.
Be quiet, Mr Green, or I'll pot you.
My ruling is that this identification procedure was unsatisfactory.
The evidence will be excluded.
But the description of the man who killed the victim
was so good and accurate in Mr Rush's statement
that we don't need the identification evidence to proceed.
- There's going to be a trial. - Dickhead.
At the end of this trial, Mr Green,
I'm going to play a little golf, spend the weekend in Venice,
a lot of time in my garden.
If you go down for this, you'll be spending your entire life in a ten-by-ten.
Now, then, Mr Green... which one of us is the dickhead?
The record of the 999 call that Rush made when he reported this -
could we have it, please?
Thank you.
The mobile number here - this is Rush calling 999.
I want a print-out of all the calls made on that day from this number. OK?
- It'll take a while. - No, it won't.
What are you so excited about?
Englishmen leave gaps when passing water.
- How's Helen? - Fine. Francesca?
Fine.
- Over, actually. - Not fine, then.
- Helen? - You've already asked me that.
Where are you going?
Pee.
- Every time. - What?
The biggest gap available.
- What? - Between men pissing.
I love pubs, bars.
What d'you want, Marlowe?
Because of the sawdust and what's in it.
Dropped whispers, careless talk.
It's where a good guard puts himself- near to the sawdust.
What do you reckon, Billy? Alex and Stevie.
I'll tell you what the sawdust reckons. Won't last.
And if Stevie walks on Alex, who's to say Stevie won't walk on the lot of you?
And if Stevie walks on the lot of you, you'd be better off in my chambers, Billy.
In my humble opinion.
Minimum wage. I'm going to ask Peter. I think we should have it.
- I think you're right, but... - But?
I'll do it. I'll tell him.
You've got a lot to lose if you get on the wrong side of him.
I'm really happy to work on Saturdays. Let me know if you need me.
One other thing. The minimum wage. I don't want it.
But Morag, she's a bit hard up. I was thinking...
If we don't pay you, we can pay her.
You've got a lot of bollocks for a ten-year-old.
- You and Stevie, I hear you're a bit... - Bit what?
- Bit... iffy. - Completely fine last time I looked.
- Who said we weren't? - I heard a whisper.
A whisper? What kind of a whisper?
It's obviously wrong. And Helen?
Completely fine last time you looked?
- Have to sort it out, mate. - I can't.
- A bird in the hand... - Yeah, thanks, Billy.
Daniel?
- Are you interested? - Of course.
I'm not a different person, Alex, just cos I've had a baby.
- Well... - What?
- A blt different. - A bit, maybe.
Drink?
Nah.
Bite to eat?
Bit of clubbing? Watch the fight later?
Quiet night in with Rose with a nice, big packet of Farley's rusks.
Mea culpa.
You, a daddy.
Night, Billy.
I had a very clear view of the man leaving the building.
There's no doubt in my mind about the description I gave of him.
- My turn. - What?
You did the last witness.
How long have you known Harry Fleck?
What?
Are you hard of hearing or just buying time?
- I don't know them. - "Them"?
- Them. - I said "him". I said "Harry".
- What "them"? - The Flecks.
- What are they? - Family.
What kind of family?
I'm good with silence. I can wait all day.
My mum left me out in the pram all day when I was a baby. Just me and silence.
Do you want to tell the jury what you and Harry Fleck chatted about
- in the toilets yesterday? Or shall I? - We were talking about the case.
And what were you saying about the case?
Mr Rush, your silence is eloquent and profound.
One last question.
How much are the Fleck family paying you to do this?
- That was all... - Pure bluff.
All I know is that men do not stand next to each other in toilets
unless there's stuff going on or... stuff going on.
Playing God. You didn't tell the client you were gonna do that
- and you didn't tell me. - The opportunity was offered.
You played God.
Since when has what the client says ever actually mattered?
Since when have any of us been faithful to instructions?
What we cook up between us is the best way around the problem.
And the problem, 99 times out of 1oo, is the client's guilt.
What d'you want? Innocent clients?
Billy. Get in here. Now.
You know nothing. You are nothing.
- Peter... - Shut it! Listen.
It's my job to see the whole of the picture.
And that is much bigger than you'll ever know.
What picture?
This case is not about you and it's not about the result!
It's about face, it's about politics and it's about our future,
and you fucked all three.
What are you talking about? Face?
This is big crime and big crime is all about face!
Alan Green wants to be president. He wants to be Harry Fleck.
What he doesn't want is a Scotsman with a bee in his wig
running the Greens and being fucking fitted up by Harry!
- Egg. Face. It's a five-egg omelette! - But we can get off...
What's that got to do with it? If Harry fitted up Frank,
the Greens look like amateurs. Amateurs don't run for president,
let alone get their cocks sucked by fat birds called Monica.
- But... - If it comes down to it, bottom line,
Alan Green would let Frank go down to save face.
Face is everything.
It was a joint idea. The change of tack.
She sees it. She knows. That's why she's come in here to lie for you.
Which I'd be deeply touched by if it weren't that you're supposed to be
- leading William Wallace here, Rose! - Equal partners, Peter. Equal.
Stable. Reliable. Steady. Everything you need in a junior.
Don't talk to me like that!
Everyone else takes it round here. Not me, and not about him!
Fuck it.
Sometimes I look at some sharp suit from the Flying Squad
and then at whoever's in the dock and I think...
- "Which is which?" - "Blagger or copper?"
One small career choice at 18 is the only difference.
Wanna play with guns, stay out late in Chapeltown? One choice.
- Blagger or copper? - They're essentially the same thing.
- 5oof each in a room... - You wouldn't know the difference.
- "You looking at me? I'll 'ave you." - "I'll 'ave you nicked."
You wouldn't know the difference.
Hey.
- It's done now. - What?
You connected Gary Rush to the Flecks.
Can't be undone.
It's what the case is about now.
Sorry.
No, you're right. We do play God all of the time.
Thanks.
With McLeish.
"Just standin' by my man. Just call me Tammy."
- He doesn't look like Frank Green. - No.
More like Inspector Selsdon.
- The right side of the fence. - Hm...
Yeah.
- Yes. - What?
Blagger. Copper. You wouldn't know the difference.
When I've gone... I'm gonna have my liver cut up.
And I'm gonna leave you all a bit of it.
Then you can put it in the freezer
and if you get caught short, you can go to the cold-box and wring yourself out a big Scotch
from your very own piece of Peter McLeish.
That way, I'll always be with you.
It's erm, chiropody, innit?
Cryogenics, you mean.
That was quite an entrance, Billy.
Listen, I've got to erm...
- I've come to ask permission. - For what?
- It's... everything. - "Everything."
Alan Green hates us for the loss of face.
- And? - What would bring him back?
- What would turn him around? - You tell me.
Pulling it down. The whole mountainside, the whole bloody edifice.
It's not just Gary Rush and the Flecks in bed with each other.
It's coppers. Big ones, with lots of shine on their shoulders.
And I'm gonna blow it open, pull the whole stinking mountainside down.
The Greens will come back because they will be the new mountainside by the time I'm done.
But I need your permission.
Need?
Want.
This is everything.
- Make or break, Billy. - I know.
I love you.
Do it. Fuck it. Do it.
Where is she? Where's bloody Stevie?
Mr Guthrie.
30 years in the force, Inspector.
About the same time as the Fleck family have been running this city.
- Running? I wouldn't say running. - I would.
That's not a question, Mr Guthrie.
They're a successful organised-crime family. Yes or no?
Yes.
The best. You don't get to be the best for 3o years
without a little help from your friends. Which is where you come in.
This is ridiculous.
It suits you to be cosy with one family because the boat doesn't rock
and you can have cosy chats over breakfast, lunch and supper.
Everything's tidy, everything's under control.
I hope you've got some evidence to back up your wildest dreams, Mr Guthrie.
Would Your Honour rise for two minutes?
- Why would I do that? - I need to relieve myself.
- Then your junior can take over. - He is the junior.
And I need to pee, too, Your Honour.
This number. Two minutes before Gary Rush dialled 999 he called this number.
And the same number two minutes after the 999 call. Got your phone?
Shit.
Hey.
The judge is coming back in, Mr Guthrie.
Please. Please.
- Hello. - I just called to say I love you.
And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
The whole mountainside. The whole bloody thing.
- Ah, Mr Marlowe. - Tony.
Shall I take your coat, sir?
Thank you.
You do it.
You got us to here. It should be you.
You're better than me at this.
Members of the jury...
Word has it your filly and coat aren't acquitting themselves all that well.
No evidence for the conspiracy theory.
The whole Green family hate what they're doing.
- I'd say you're on a loser. - We'll see.
In about an hour from now. Shouldn't take the jury long.
For 30 years, Inspector Selsdon has been using the Fleck family
to make the life of his police force simpler.
Clearer. He talks to the family Fleck. They talk to him.
Crime goes on... but it's controlled.
Agreed. Worked out.
Managed.
Inspector Selsdon.
Harry Fleck.
Look at them.
Go ahead. Look at them hard.
Can you spot the difference?
Because I can't.
- Cauliflower's cold. - It's room temperature, sir.
- What? - The cauliflower's room temperature.
You split hairs with me, I'll pick up that spoon, open up your head
and help myself to some of your hot cauliflower.
It never changes.
Waiting for the verdict. Here, in the stomach.
- You know what it reminds me of? - What?
Morning sickness.
- You know what it reminds me of? - What?
The first time I met you.
Here.
Stomach.
Will all parties in the case of Green return to Court 4?
You'll always do that, won't you?
What?
Reach for violence when you're wobbling, when you're under pressure.
- Jury's coming back. Verdict coming in. - Quick. Very quick.
Have you reached a verdict upon which all of you are agreed?
Yes.
Do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty of murder?
Not guilty.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The innocent ones always collapse. The guilty ones punch the air.
Poor old air, always being punched. Well done.
- What you've done, your chambers... - Yes?
...is to start a war. - Yes.
- Well done. - Thank you.
- Nice eye. - Thanks.
Top class, Billy and Rose.
What you got from them is what you'd get from all of my people.
One thing. You and Stevie. You're solid?
- There's no risk of you falling out? - She's sleeping with one of my boys.
- If they fall out, do you fall out, too? - They won't fall out.
It's solid. The whole thing.
Like the cement on your patio.
I think we can do business.
- Rose, hi. - Hello. What do you want to drink?
- Erm... - There you go.
- What is it? - £3.70 an hour. Mañana, ladies.
- Thanks, Rose, for talking to him. - I didn't.
Who did, then?
You're not being fair to either.
Helen, you're fucking over and Stevie, you're fucking over, too.
You ought to be all first-flush and you're not cos you're up your arse over Helen.
With Helen, you're up your arse over Stevie. Cigarette?
- No. I don't. - You will if you carry on like this.
You make me laugh, you lot. You're all brilliant gobs and all that,
but when it comes to the hard stuff- real, actual life - you can't hack it, can you?
You come to me and you blub and hum and hah,
show me how soft your belly is, and I have to get a grip for you.
Sorry.
I love this square.
- Beautiful. - Yeah.
I'm gonna get a drink.
Yeah, later.
Fuck it.
Helen.
It's Peter McLeish.
Hello, gorgeous.
Hello.
I'm er... I'm just going for a pee.
- Can I get you a drink? - Thank you. Vodka. Ice.
I represented a homeless man today. Sad. Adrift.
We did OK.
He'd left before I'd said goodbye.
When I left the court, I saw him again in a caff, eating mince, drinking tea.
And my heart went out to him. Sad man in caff.
Thin Line Between Love And Hate
I mean, what had brought him from little baby
to mince and cups of tea in the cheapest caff in Leeds?
And I watched him through the glass
and a whole load of people went into the caff
and they patted my sad man on the back and hello'd and hello'd.
And he wasn't sad at all.
And I suddenly felt... lonely and foolish.
♪ It's flve o'clock In the mornlng...
It's so easy to fall in love with other people's sadness.
♪ You knock on the door
♪ And a volce sweet and low says, Who Is It?
♪ She opens up the door and lets you In
♪ Never once asks, Where have you been?
♪ She says
Goodbye, Alex.
♪ Dld you eat yet?
- Helen. # Let me hang up your coat
♪ Pass me your hat
♪ All the tlme she's smlllng
♪ Never once ralses her volce
Do you turn to Christ?
I turn to Christ.
Do you repent of your sins?
I repent of my sins.
Do you renounce evil?
I renounce evil.
Surround this child with your love.
Protect him from evil.
Fill him with your holy spirit.