What about the jury?
Four Daily Telegraphs, three moustaches, one blazer, two blue rinses and a Mormon.
- Fucked, then? - Fucked.
- It's not a real jury at all, Alex. - It's a coffee morning.
- At the WI. - A jury of Rich Tea dunkers. Ripped By mstoll
- Bloody bastard custard-cream lickers. - Steady, Billy.
Wait a minute. 11. Four, three, one, two and the Mormon. 11.
Floral print, number 12. Chintz with pearls in the back row.
- Fucked, then. - Fucked.
Five months, three weeks and four days. So close.
- Yes, Mr Guthrie? - Since I last lost a case.
She won't let it go, Mary. I'm about to lose my pride and joy.
Yes, Mr Guthrie.
♪ Don't you ever stop long enough to start
♪ Get your car out of that gear
I'm so sorry...
What d'you think?
You never can tell what a jury's going to do.
- But what do you think? - There's always the Henry factor.
- You what? - Henry Fonda.
Didn't look like the type to fight for a not guilty, but he was and he did.
- Who's Henry Fonda? - Jane's dad.
WOMAN: Silence.
You're a smug bastard, Leo.
That may be, but I'm the smug bastard
that's going to see your two laughing boys disappear for 10 years.
I've never understood prosecutors being zealots.
Where is the passion in sending people down?
What do you get off on, Leo?
The city of Leeds will be so much cleaner.
(Mobile ringtone)
D'you want to be put out of your misery?
When the jury come through that door, if they look at you, you're all right.
If they don't, you're going down. Eye contact.
Jurors never look at people they're about to fuck over.
(Knocking)
Shit, shit, shit.
Bollocks.
Excellent.
Sometimes in here I wonder if I'm actually at the taxidermist.
- Stuffed badgers. - Big, blind moles.
Great tedious dodos.
You don't win cases by mouthing off and wearing red socks a lot.
Amongst the badgers and dodos, one or two very shrill little tits.
♪ THE CLASH: Bankrobber
(Humming)
♪ My daddy was a bankrobber
♪ And he never hurt nobody
♪ He just loved to live that way
♪ And he loved to steal your money
(Song continues)
(Humming)
Billy.
Five months, three weeks and four days. So close.
Breaks your heart.
ALEX: What's going on? - A bet.
I said I could go six months without losing a case.
She said I couldn't. I lost, so she gets my car.
It's hard to believe she's your head of chambers.
So young.
- Mind you... - Is this a pregnant pause?
One of his brilliant cross-examination techniques.
She's the most grown-up person in your little enterprise.
- He's very upset. - You're very upset.
Can't blame him. We're so good and we've all left his scuddy little chambers.
BILLY: It's been six months.
Probably time you stopped stamping your tiny foot.
But one does wonder. I mean, she's 33 years old and she gets such good work.
Breathtaking career.
Is she any more brilliant than you, Billy, for example,
or you, Alex, for that matter?
One does wonder, doesn't one? What is it that gives her the edge?
Are you saying that Wendy de Souza got where she is today
because of the colour of her skin?
You took the words right out of my mouth.
(Men gasp)
- You OK? - Yeah.
- Sure? - Yeah.
Good punch. If you won the bet, what was she going to give you?
- A new Subbuteo set. - Excellent.
Yeah. With 16 teams of my own choice. I was going to do the whole World Cup.
- Where? - Dining room table.
Scotland, of course. Home of football.
Fancy a spin, boys?
Male barristers you call Sir, the Dorises you call Miss.
Not Mrs, even when they are?
Not Mrs, Miss, even when they're not.
(Whistles)
- Hello. - Hello, miss.
- Sorry. - New junior clerk.
- Sorry. - I'm Tom Mitford. Call me Tom.
Could I have a word, sir?
Barristers have come and barristers have gone, good, bad and fucking awful,
and every single one of them has been called sir by his clerk.
Don't ask to change it, sir.
Oh. The Merchant Of Venice.
It's the best play for quoting from for jury speeches,
and judges like Shakespeare.
They're fucking right.
Best words ever.
(Laughter)
- Ready? - Ready.
Go. Cream shirt, brown tie, egg stain, dandruff.
Paedophile. Go on.
- Skinny, jumpy. - Crack dealer. Go on.
- Sweaty, sideburns, ex-drummer maybe? - Cannabis, personal use. Go on.
- Broken nose. - Blagger. Go on.
Go on.
- Come on. - Um... Beautiful?
- Beautiful. - Prostitute? What?
- Just really beautiful. - VAT fraud? What?
- Come on, Billy. Help me. - Solicitor.
- Solicitor? God. - Stevie Goode's her name.
I'd like you to have a drink, Alex, you and Stevie.
Stevie Goode? She's one of Marlowe's solicitors, isn't she?
- Client's here. - Client?
- For your con. - Con?
Shoplifters, M&S, hand on the shoulder.
ABH times two on the owner of the hand on the shoulder.
- You and Tom Mitford. - Any papers?
Or would you like me to guess the finer details?
- Hot off the fax. - I love this job.
- Have you read it? - No. You?
- Yes. - Carve it.
- I never plea to anything. - Your fraud's on the warned list.
Be a shame if you were stuck on a piece of crap like this. Carve it.
TOM: Margo Scott?
- Squeezing the pips, Peter? - Every last one, miss.
- Where's Billy gone? - Library.
- Billy, big brief. Con tomorrow. - Tomorrow?
For a four-day case next week, Liverpool.
- Liverpool? - Yes or no, Billy?
No.
- Fine. - Not Liverpool, Peter.
Not with the baby due. It wouldn't be fair on Rose.
Fine. What's that?
Seamus Heaney.
Enjoy.
- Hello? - Sorry.
- Sorry? - I mean hello.
- Alex Hay. This is my room. - Sorry.
Morag Black. I'm the new pupil.
- Good. - I'm from Mull.
Excellent.
- I'II, um... - Stay, take notes, listen, learn.
Jesus, did I say that? Listen, learn?
Bollocks. Come in.
- Drink. - Yeah, see you there.
- Don't I get asked? - Too pregnant, obviously.
- You've got too much work to do. - News to me.
Liverpool, conference tomorrow for a big case next week.
That's if you feel up to something big and well paid, miss.
- How long? - Finish Thursday.
Baby's due on Friday.
Is that a yes or a no?
- It's a yes. What's the case? - Ask Johnny Boy. Liverpool.
Schizophrenic, very good mother 95% of the time, not so clever when she's ill.
- They want to take her baby away. - Family law? I don't do family law.
- You do now. - Barristers with babies.
ROSE: What? - Do family law.
It's a clerk-room equation.
Something tells me great big complicated frauds won't be coming your way much.
I never plead. It's completely against my nature.
Unless there's really no choice.
There really is no choice. Let me cut the crap, if I may.
You're a nice woman. You don't look the sort.
Not looking the sort helps.
You're three months pregnant and you've no form.
- Form? - Previous convictions.
Unlike your co-defendant who has got previous convictions.
In fact, she's really quite a pro compared to you.
I'm going to give it to you in a nutshell.
This was a naive, poverty-driven, hormone-induced,
co-defendant-led aberration on your part.
What? You're making all of this up. I mean, you don't know me at all.
OJ Simpson was black. You are pregnant and you are poor.
It's a lawyer's job to be shameless. If I weren't, I wouldn't be doing my job.
Here's the bottom line.
If you fight this, the mitigation when you're convicted won't get listened to
because the judge will hate you for running a complete loser.
But if you plead guilty, there won't be a dry eye in the house
by the time I've finished.
You were caught stealing baby clothes.
If you're going to get caught shoplifting, baby clothes are as good as it gets.
Who can blame you for attacking the man who wants to stop you?
- I'll get you a third off. - What? A third off what?
18 months after a fight becomes 12 on a plea, which is six months actual time.
- Prison? - It's a uniform thing.
Judges really don't like it when people in uniform get attacked.
- What about the baby? - There's a mother and baby unit.
It's OK, apparently.
- She'll plead, I know she will. - That's not what she's been saying.
Trust me, I know, and once Ella pleads guilty to the assault,
the prosecution will lose interest in us.
If we offer the shoplifting, they'll take it and that should keep you out.
I need you to sign my brief.
"I, Ella Gray, have decided to plead guilty to both counts.
I do so of my own free will
and without having been coerced in any way into doing so."
It's never easy. You're doing the right thing.
They tried to get me to go to Liverpool tomorrow.
Anyone would think you weren't just about to have a baby.
Oh, no, Rose, for Christ's sake. What are you trying to prove?
- I won't have them reinvent me. - What?
The clerks. It scares the hell out of me, Billy.
You know how they are. This is new. We've just set ourselves up.
And it means they're going to be redefining us.
And I'm not going to be a housewife in anyone's book.
What is it, the case?
Care proceedings, two young children.
- What? - You know what.
Disingenuousness doesn't suit you, Rose.
Don't tell me. A really good murder, big rape.
- Theft. - Of?
- Underpants. - What?
From washing lines... apparently, sir.
What's funny? Mm?
What is funny? Mm?
They offered Liverpool to you before me, didn't they?
Why'd you ask Billy first?
Why does daddy-to-be get first refusal ahead of mummy-to-be?
- I wanted to know. - What?
Who's got the right attitude and who hasn't.
Now I know. Mummy's still up for it.
I'll see you in court tomorrow, just before 10?
Drink, two minutes.
That doesn't seem right to me, a woman like her going to prison.
Paint it black, Morag. First rule of client relations.
Always tell them it's much worse than it really is.
If I can get Ella Gray probation, and there is an outside chance,
she'll think I'm so wonderful, she'll make me the godfather of her baby.
Pleading, then?
- Might be. - You mean you could be fighting it?
Which might mean you'll miss out on a big, fat fraud on Monday morning?
Might be, Alex?
This is Morag. She's from Mull.
- I've decided, I don't want your car. - Bet is a bet. I don't want it back.
- It's you. That car's always been you. - I know.
To be honest with you, it's a bit of a boy's car.
Noise, engine in your lap, the odd strange stain.
If I'd have won, I'd have kept you to your side of things.
Right now I'd be playing the opening match of the 2002 World Cup.
I'm a grown woman, Billy, I can make my own choices
and I can fight my own battles.
- You heard. - How's the hand?
Fine.
The thing is, I'm very grateful and all that,
but, to be honest with you, it doesn't help.
I've done kicking and punching and screaming my head off.
- I just want to get on with it now. - What d'you mean?
Don't go round hitting people on my behalf.
I'm fine. I didn't get where I am today cos of the colour of my skin.
No, you got where you are cos of your talent, your hard work
and your gorgeous tits.
(Laughter)
That's for our sakes. He's murdering his liver to get us work.
- Very touching. - Who's the solicitor?
- Solicitor? - He's not a solicitor?
No, armed robber.
Here he is, the man with the really nice steady girlfriend
who must at all costs be introduced to the devastatingly gorgeous solicitor.
You're going to be such an old tart, Alex. Here we go.
- Mr Hay, sir. - Why not me, Peter?
Because this is business, and he's a handsome bastard
and you look like a sad Hawaiian flasher, since you asked.
Coming?
(Sighs)
- I'm going for a piss. - OK, Billy, good luck.
Nice to meet you.
- My uncle used to drink with Gary. - Gary?
- Sprake. - No-one like him.
Out on his own.
Back in a second.
- Evening. - Hello, Peter.
Sorry. Football.
I'm used to it,
men being nostalgic for football matches they're too young to remember.
- Yeah? - And don't tell me.
Did your daddy take you to Elland Road once upon a time?
And up on his shoulders did you see Jinking Johnny Giles jinking his stuff?
So small, so gifted, brings a tear to the eye.
What are you saying?
What I'm saying is if you put any team you care to mention from 25 years ago
in with the lowliest bunch of no-hopers from today,
shall we say, Hamilton Accies,
the Accies, pile of crap though they are, would murder 'em, actually.
- That's what I'm saying. - Actually.
Actually.
- (Mobile rings) - (Mobile ringtone)
- Hello? - Hello?
I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Yeah, come round later. Bye.
- Plans for the evening? - Yeah. You?
Police station.
I can't help it, Marlowe, if one of my boys
objects to the racist views of one of your boys.
What's Stevie Goode doing here drinking with him?
Can't help it if one of your girls takes a fancy to one of my boys.
I should never have let you go.
You didn't. I went.
How's Shona?
Just so you know, cosy chats aside, I'm going to do you over
and I'd put a lot of money on me winning.
(Mobile rings)
PETER: Stevie.
- See you. - Yeah.
Alex is free tomorrow, in case you want someone to cover whatever it is
you're going to the police station for.
- How's gynae? - Fine. How's crime?
It's great.
Have you ever noticed at dinner parties
how scared people are of the gynaecological
and how at home they are with murder?
I get talked to and you don't.
- You OK? - A patient.
Tell me.
20 years old, pregnant, alone and on her way to prison.
Tomorrow morning.
"Please, Doctor, could you terminate
my otherwise completely wanted pregnancy right now
because the idea of having a baby in prison is just too awful to contemplate?"
- What did you say? - What could I say?
"She's right, she's sane, I suggest we find a space."
- Today? - Had to be.
Poor woman.
- Cuddle? - Cuddle.
(Phone rings)
Yes?
Change of plan. I've got you your first case for Stevie Goode.
I can't. I can't let the client down.
What are you talking about? This is a very big new solicitor.
Marlowe thinks it's his big new solicitor. This matters, Alex.
She likes you, she's very classy and it's a really heavy client.
Your shoplifting woman can live without you.
I can't. I just can't, OK? I've got my reasons.
So?
What?
Who's the client that can't do without your fabulous gifts?
Some woman.
JUNIOR CLERK: Is it going to be all right, Billy Guthrie punching him?
PETER: I'll tell you about the Billy thing, what matters.
He's said something with what he's done. It's definition.
- Said what we're going to be. - Right.
Look at it. So fucking green and... What is it?
Pure England. So England.
It's Jerusalem.
- Jerusalem? - Jerusalem.
But you said England.
Jerusalem, England.
You got a lot to learn, John, but one thing I know you know. This is it.
This is us.
We've created, John. We've created.
- Thanks. - Thanks?
For fixing my Liverpool conference at two o'clock.
Gives me time to hoick my belly over there slowly.
Pleasure, miss.
I thought it was the solicitor who wanted it at two.
A lot of the time, John, as a clerk, your barristers'll be shouting
and bleating their heads off at you,
so when the good times come along, take 'em.
Hard head, thick skin, but underneath...
Heart of gold.
Good for Alex. He was completely right to say no.
- Sir, please. - No.
You're there doing one case. Why can't you do this one too?
It's not my fault if you're overbooked. You dug the hole, boys. You get out of it.
I need to concentrate very hard on my theft of underpants.
What are we going to do? It's ten to ten. We've got no-one to do it.
Peter?
Shall I ring Stevie and give her some shite about Alex being sick or what?
Hello.
- Who are you? - The new pupil. Morag Black.
- You're going to court. - Now?
It's what you're here for, isn't it?
Tell her, Johnny Boy.
Johnny Boy.
Frank Green. First appearance, GBH.
Don't do a thing, all right? No bail application. Hello, goodbye.
And be nice to him.
Miss.
Take off the scarf.
We're not the pinstripe sort, but we do better than Oxfam.
- There you are. - What's this?
- Get yourself something proper to wear. - I can't.
Pay me back if, when, whatever.
- I've come to see Mr Green. - That right? Mr Green, is it?
- He's charged with GBH. - No, he's not.
Cell number three, and it's murder, not GBH.
The victim died this morning.
Are you going to let me in?
You haven't met yet, have you, you and "Mr Green"?
I'd like to be able to speak to him properly.
Do yourself a favour.
Put your lefty pallyness away and save it for someone a bit nicer.
Frank Green? Mad bastard.
Through the window.
No closer.
Was that you being tremendously charming to women again, Ronnie?
You know me, Billy.
- What are you here for? - Y-fronts.
- Who are you? - Morag Black.
- Where are you from? - Mull.
Oh, right, no.
Uh... I'm your barrister.
- Is that right? - Yes.
Well, you listen to me, Morag Black.
Take yourself home and tell whoever it was that sent you
that I want a grown-up down here.
Now! Not some two-year-old from the Isle of Skye!
Do you think you should, um...
I'm not from Skye.
And where I'm from, shouting gets you nowhere.
Because of the wind. No-one'll hear you.
Noise just, uh... goes... on the wind.
My clerk told me not to make a bail application. I think he's wrong.
I'm going to have a go at getting you out of here.
- Who's your clerk? - Peter McLeish.
(Chuckles)
- Why are you laughing? - You.
Him. Big man.
Small girl.
OK, island girl, have a go at getting me out of here.
- I'm a woman of good character. - And you're pregnant.
So of course I'm dumping on you. I'm staying out. You're going down.
- Baby clothes. - Exactly.
- And I'm not pregnant. - So?
So I'm just along for the ride. Emotional support.
Is that what you're going to say?
- Good. - Good?
TOM: She looks like she works in M&S rather than steals from them.
Maybe I'm staying out and you're going down.
Ella Gray?
Judge is going to want to come in in a minute, Mr Hay.
WOMAN: Oh, thank God. MAN: Here she is.
- Where have you been? - You all right?
(Replies quietly)
I know. I know what you did, Ella. Last night.
Don't say anything in there.
I don't want anyone to hear about what I've done.
Family?
I'm, uh... I'm not pregnant any more.
Well done.
Well done?
Desperate, last-minute abortion makes your mitigation fairly profound, doesn't it?
You will use it?
Last night Ella Gray took the most difficult decision of her life.
She went to the infirmary and asked that her pregnancy be terminated.
(Murmuring)
It is entirely typical of her that she should have specifically asked me
not to mention this in court.
She took the decision because she believed
she would be sent to prison this morning.
I would ask Your Honour to take the view that this woman has been punished enough
for what she has done.
Is there a doctor's note?
No, the operation was last night.
And I am expected to take everything you say as fact,
even though there is no documentary evidence to support it?
Is Your Honour suggesting that my client did not have an abortion?
I'm saying I want evidence, Mr Hay.
Would Your Honour give me five minutes?
You're not suggesting you can have the evidence, if it exists,
here in five minutes, Mr Hay?
If I can persuade her to get out of bed, Your Honour.
Beeston's the worst. There's hardly a front garden without them.
Um, what exactly do you have against underpants?
It's not underpants. It's Y-fronts.
I think they are repugnant and oppressive
and a violence on the eye.
I consider it my duty to remove them and cut them up.
- So you're going to plead guilty? - No.
- Did you steal them? - Yeah.
What do you think, Mr Burns, given the circumstances, your defence might be?
It was very well put at Nuremberg.
There are certain laws which it is the moral duty of every citizen to break.
I'm sure you would agree, Mr Guthrie,
that morality and law are not the same thing.
Surely it's a question of taste. Some people like Y-fronts.
That's their entitlement.
Keats is not better than Bob Dylan.
Fucking fuck off, can you, you pair of pricks?
Good morning.
(Clears throat)
Good morning. I represent Mr Green.
Good morning. I appear for this defendant.
I wish to apply for bail.
MAN: All parties in Green to court one. - Oh, my God.
All parties in Green to court one.
Bugger. Bloody, bloody bugger.
Oh, no.
I spoke with the patient, Miss Gray, at some length,
and I'm one of the doctors who authorised the termination.
Thank you very much, and can I say, on behalf of the court,
how grateful we are that someone as busy as yourself
was able to attend court at such unforgivably short notice.
One more thing, Doctor.
When you spoke to Ella Gray last night, how did she strike you?
As someone very desperate, very alone... and very brave.
Ella Gray, this was an inexcusable act of violence
on someone doing their job.
In sentencing you, I take into account your good character,
your remorse and your plea of guilty.
I would be failing in my duty if I was to do anything other than to sentence you
to a term of imprisonment.
You will go to prison for 12 months.
However, I am also persuaded that the circumstances
that have been described to me this morning are sufficiently exceptional
to allow me to suspend that sentence of imprisonment.
Margo Scott, you have pleaded guilty to theft.
You have a long record for offences of dishonesty.
I have no alternative but to send you to prison.
You will go to prison for 12 months.
Take her down.
Miss Gray, you can go.
Before Your Honour leaves the court, there's something I'd like to say.
Yes, Mr Hay?
I think the judicial practice of telling a defendant in the dock
they're going to prison,
making them think and believe they're about to lose their freedom,
then after a pregnant, judicial pause
telling them that in fact the sentence is suspended
is cruel and unfair, Your Honour.
MORAG: To say on behalf of my client, Frank Green.
Um... Look, the thing with all of this is that bail is an entitlement.
You don't give it. It has to be taken away.
If you're going to take it away,
there has to be a convincing reason for doing that.
In my submission, no such reason exists in the case of Frank Green.
This defendant should be released on bail,
in my opinion... right now.
(Laughter)
Thank you.
Sorry. I did my best.
Come here.
Closer.
You go and tell Peter McLeish that you are the dog's biscuit.
OK?
- You made a bail application? - Yes.
- You were told not to. - I just thought...
You get two shots at bail. You've wasted one of 'em.
Now, listen to what you're told next time.
What are you doing sending a brand-new pupil in to represent someone like that?
- No choice. - Crap.
I wanted him to do it, remember? He wouldn't.
More crap. You'd rather have some complete novice do this case
than even think about losing it to other chambers. That's the truth, isn't it?
You don't care about the clients
and you certainly don't care about a pupil like Morag.
Money, money, money, every time.
I've got a lot of respect for that woman.
She's got massive bollocks. I respect that.
- Back to underpants? - Mm-hm.
Rose. Be careful.
- Careful? - You know.
I know.
Go on.
Hi. Station, please.
Look, for what it's worth, I thought you did really well.
Thanks.
- She's great, your wife. - She's not my wife.
Oh. You're living together?
Yeah, living together.
- Have you ever been to Mull? - Mm-hm.
There's a woman in Tobermory. She's not...
- What, married? - Mm.
Right.
Get back in there.
Go on. Don't let them get to you.
I just wondered if there's any work for me to do.
Here you are. I want you to go to Liverpool.
Rose Fitzgerald, look after her for me. Take taxis a lot, carry her bags.
You understand? And learn from her. A very classy barrister.
- Look, I'm really sorry, Miss Goode. - Why wasn't it Alex?
I wanted Alex Hay. I was told I could have Alex Hay.
It's my fault. I said no. I wouldn't leave the case I was booked to do.
The client needed me. It's not his fault.
Clerks were entitled to think I'd be able to get out of what I was doing.
I'm sorry.
BILLY: All the items taken are valueless,
I think probably not much missed by their losers.
My client wants me to tell you very sincerely
that he is not sorry for what he has done.
He will continue to "clean up the city" if you don't send him to prison,
and if you do, he wants you to know he will carry on doing it when he gets out.
Why doesn't he steal them from the shops instead of washing lines?
They're not in the shops. The shops have stopped it.
- We're winning, you see, we're winning. - Mr Burns, your campaign is at an end.
You will go to prison for a total of nine months.
Take him down.
You look terrible.
Concentrating very hard on not bursting my waters.
That's not something you have any control over.
- It was a joke. - Oh, right.
(Groans)
Johnny Boy, cab, now.
Billy! Get in! She's having the baby!
- Where to? - Liverpool.
I once had a woman give birth in here. I was just going round the ring road...
I'm going to make you an offer.
Do not speak once the entire journey, I'll give you ã200, understand?
I want to go home. Take me to the infirmary in Leeds.
- That's over an hour's drive. - I want to go home.
OK, fine.
Did I tell you? My mother's a midwife.
The infirmary, Leeds, please.
When Rory was born, did you...
Remember this, all of it, every last bit of it.
(Mobile rings)
Turn around. Take us to the infirmary.
If you make it in less than 20 minutes, your 200 for shutting up turns into four.
You're having your baby in Leeds.
(Groans)
- Morag. - Yes?
Will you stop stroking my back, please?
(Laughter)
When I first saw him, Rory...
I looked at him and I swore no-one would ever hurt him.
I'd kill anyone who...
Loved that boy much more than her.
It's blood, innit? He's my blood. She's not.
She had her life, I had my life, we met.
But Rory...
Blood, right.
Blood's the thing.
- All right. - Now, now.
PETER: Good girl, good girl.
(Mobile rings)
New life.
(Laughter)
Right, spot check. Who is wearing Y-fronts?
I am.
Excuse me.
Right. Um... Cuddly.
- Huggable. - Huggable, huggable, good.
- Principled. - Come on, you can't put principled.
- Clever. - Desperately clever.
What's going on?
We've decided that Tom needs a woman badly,
so we're taking out an ad on his behalf in the personal column
of every newspaper and magazine in the north of England.
Barrister with GSOH seeks hip chick to match.
- GSOH? - Grey squirrel on a head.
What's going on?
Curious?
- What is this? - Persistent.
- Come here. - What? What? What?
- Give it... - Get off.
(Doorbell)
Give me it.
Very violent.
Billy.
Billy Guthrie?
I'm arresting you for an assault on Leo Wilson.
You bastards. You bastards.
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on in court.
I'm going to look after you, Billy, all of you.
Cos I love you. Don't ever forget it.
No-one fucks over one of my boys. Ripped By mstoll