-It's Billy. -I'm going to say the word.
Probably you haven't but possibly you have...
Cancer.
Jamie Slotover.
Thought you might need a bit of help.
Non-disclosure of evidence is as serious as it gets.
CLIVE: I've had a letter from the Bar Standards Board.
This is the end of your career, Reader.
BILLY: Drugs.
MICKY: Jody Farr's been arrested and charged.
MARTHA: Just say your defendants were part of a big crime family.
Where would Jody Farr be in the hierarchy?
He would be the number two.
You know it's six weeks since Brendan Kay was murdered.
I don't know how you've got the nerve to smile.
I will not represent Jody Farr.
I'll give you the slam dunk...
Fatima walks.
MICKY: Take this from me, and you're free to start on Monday morning.
What is it?
Tomorrow is Jody Farr.
(BEEPING)
-So... -Cigarette?
You're not allowed to smoke in here.
Why don't you sit where you're supposed to sit?
JODY: Police officers are bent...
Evidence isn't strong enough,
people get off, but everybody's guilty.
Your life is made up of dishonest negotiations.
You and your clients trying to work out
how to skirt round the guilt question
so you don't get embarrassed.
We're not going to do that.
It's humiliating.
Be careful what you say.
Better than that, I'll be straight with you.
I'm innocent. On my word.
You haven't been straight with me so far.
What do you mean?
Him on the wrong side of the table,
the performance with the cigarette,
your pet prison officer.
Recalibration.
Sorry?
Of the way you think.
I've never liked it, barristers taking control of the room,
like it's a God-given right.
That won't happen here.
We want this to be an equal relationship with mutual respect.
-Respect? -Yeah.
I'll do my job as a lawyer
but you can't have anything else.
What does Martha Costello, the lawyer, think?
We've got some strong points to make.
Put your mortgage on it, one way or the other.
I think we've got a run.
Put your life on it.
I'm not ready to say.
On the night you weren't at Birchanger Services
overseeing the transfer of £4 million worth of heroin,
where were you?
I'm not ready to say.
Not you in the Hummer, on the bridge, overlooking the motorway?
Not me.
The ID evidence must be mistaken or invented.
Must be.
-The cigarette from the scene? -No.
Your DNA on the cigarette from the scene?
No.
What's your relationship with the co-defendant?
He's a courier.
So you don't know him?
Martin Conti has worked for me,
he works for other people too.
He has a wife and two small children.
The drugs are not mine.
Someone else's consignment and the police fit you up?
I gave you my word I'd be straight with you.
Please, don't doubt me.
Why would they go to all that trouble?
(SHOUTING) You know who I am!
Can I have a cigarette?
(DOOR CLOSES)
Were you straight with Brendan Kay?
He let me down.
And you had him killed.
You and me, Martha Costello...
All the way.
Say what you like to me.
Anything at all.
But don't you dare touch me again.
(SIGHING)
He looks me in the eye, he tells me he's not guilty
and he wants me to believe him.
It's just another trial, miss.
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
Wave to the opposition.
We need to get silk on the back of this.
Lady Macbeth joins chambers.
Overnight, we become something that I don't want to clerk.
You blow them out of the water, miss.
You win this trial and we'll be all right.
Then I can get back to...
To loving him.
Thanks. Should we...
And I win playing it the way Micky and Jody want it played?
Where does that leave me?
What made you change your mind about representing him?
I can't tell you.
Yours and Micky's secret?
(SIGHING)
She might not be comfortable now but when the trial starts
she'll fight like she always fights.
Which is?
Mother leopard with a broken leg protecting her newborn cub.
(SCOFFS)
I got this for my birthday and I've no idea what to do with it.
Could you put some songs on it for me?
What sort of thing?
Your Desert Island Discs, maybe.
Okay.
Why would I give you Daniel?
You've been against him from the start.
Oh, and you want him for professional reasons?
You're jealous.
So you do like him?
My God...
Clive Reader, jealous.
(SIREN WAILING)
Are you all right?
Three months suspension for assault
on another member of the Bar.
Disbarred for life if you go down on non-disclosure.
Right.
What's Milson like?
Camp, posh, whiff of the church.
So you need...
I was thinking a no-nonsense northern blonde might be good.
Do you want to ask me nicely?
Would you?
(SIGHING) Please, Martha?
You mean block a big chunk of time out of my busy diary...
Just for you?
The answer's yes.
(EXHALING)
Can I have Daniel, please?
(GATE CLOSING)
(KEYS JANGLING)
Who is this?
Daniel Lomas...
My pupil.
-How old is he? -29.
What did you do before?
I was a police officer.
I spend my life making snap judgements about people.
I trust him.
You'd have said no, wouldn't you?
Once a copper, always a copper.
Do you know any of this lot? The officers in this?
No, I don't know any of them.
So the fit-up, it's not personal?
Every police officer's born bent, it's always personal.
-(MOBILE CHIMING) -Excuse me.
He doesn't remember me.
Micky?
Yeah, I met him once, at a police station I was seconded to.
Like a missile with hot mustard up his arse.
-Take your jacket and tie off. -What?
You're a courier who thought he was driving
a consignment of cigarettes, remember?
You're looking too expensive.
There's all the difference in the world between smart and drug dealer smart.
Good.
Now the jury will have no interest at all
in the boring man in the white shirt,
so much less important than Giorgio Armani here.
His previous conviction is for intent to supply.
But it wasn't an importation?
But it was the same drug and Mr Farr was running the business.
Many of the same features as this case.
We all know that if a jury hear about previous conviction,
it doesn't just influence how they think
but they stop thinking altogether.
"He's done it before, so he must be guilty now."
I mean, if we put in his form then it's all over. How fair is that?
In reaching my decision,
I've taken into account all of Miss Costello's eloquent arguments...
(WHISPERING)
Uh... Miss Costello, is there something you'd like to share with us?
I was just telling my pupil about the judicial sandwich.
I'm sorry?
Thank the loser for eloquence, dish out the bad news,
thank the loser for her eloquence.
I find that the Crown satisfies the requirement under the act.
The jury will hear evidence of Mr Farr's previous conviction.
Don't worry, Miss Costello,
I'll make sure the jury get the proper guidance from me.
Bastard!
-You're angry. -Of course I am,
weren't you listening in there?
Yeah, I'm just surprised how worked up you are.
I lost a legal argument I should have won.
You just can't help yourself, can you?
What?
Well, you're pathologically incapable of not doing your best for your client.
Plea in mitigation for Adolf Hitler,
Martha Costello would give it 100%.
Cut me open and I'm all lawyer,
is that what you are trying to say?
Well, anyway, whatever it is,
the upshot is you're fighting hard for a man you despise.
(BUZZING)
-MAN: Hello? -Martha Costello,
Counsel for Jody Farr.
One moment, please.
With her fool.
We have a rule on my paper.
We're super clear in the very first line, exactly what the story is.
I'm offering you the inside on the Jody Farr trial.
That's no good to me because I can't report it until it's over.
I can broker you access to Jody,
which will give you a scoop.
Jody's a mould breaker, which will give you a book,
and if you've got a book, you've got a life not in the gutter.
Don't tell me all you lot don't dream about being proper writers.
What do you want from me?
Oxford.
When you gave Clive Reader the photographs.
He remembers it as being after the trial was over.
Probably around about the same time you gave them to the other side.
If what you give me is good enough, then maybe...
I'll remember when I gave your blue-eyed boy the photograph.
-That's not a deal. -That's what I'm offering.
If you make me happy, then you have my word.
I'll honour my commitment to perjure myself.
I've always admired your style of advocacy, Miss Warwick.
And what's that?
If John McEnroe and Joan Crawford had a love child.
Sometimes I forget you're there.
Then I'm doing my job properly.
But you see everything, don't you?
Everything, Miss Warwick.
It makes it difficult now.
It makes it interesting.
Why would I be anywhere near a motorway service station at 2:00 in the morning?
Do I look like a foot soldier?
Interesting how?
I'm the biggest drug dealer you'll ever meet.
And that's what we'll tell the jury.
Those your instructions?
You want me to run that?
All the way.
Three foreign holidays in a year...
The boxing trip to Las Vegas for him and 12 associates,
a new house.
Any evidence of work or a legitimate income?
No.
Is it right that on the 12th of January 2004,
Mr Farr was convicted of possession with intent to supply heroin
and sentenced to five years imprisonment?
That is correct.
So a man with a previous conviction of supplying class A drugs?
Yes.
-With huge outgoings... -Yeah.
And no legitimate income?
-Leaving the big question. -Which is?
Where is he getting the money?
What about the yacht?
Sarcasm isn't appreciated in my court, Miss Costello.
It's 60 foot, front to back, worth £2 million,
and was bought from a Greek charter company just over a year ago.
The Armani suits,
the Damien Hirst in the front room.
Oh, it isn't in your notes, Officer,
but Mr Farr is available
if you require further information on his assets.
High tightrope in a high wind, Marth.
Your idea or Jody's?
Why would he come clean about everything if he's guilty?
That's what the jury are going to think.
10 minutes into your career at the Bar
and you're mind reading a jury at the Bailey?
You're feeling under pressure, Clive?
Why don't you take it out on someone your own call?
He wasn't going to give evidence before his form went in, was he?
Which is something I'll be helping the jury understand.
Yeah, maybe we should stop talking about the case.
Jody has to come clean now, doesn't he?
The jury need to hear it from the horse's mouth.
My job is making a fortune out of destroying people's lives, only this time...
Clive, it's me.
Don't try and push me around!
Sounds like someone else's already doing that.
I don't get pushed around.
I sat and watched you defend Brendan Kay with everything you had,
it was the bravest performance I've seen in a court room.
What the hell are you doing representing the man who had him killed?
Cab rank rule.
We take what we're given and we do our job.
You prosecute, I defend, the jury decide.
That man, like every other man who stands trial here,
innocent until proven guilty.
Yeah, you've got to say that, haven't you?
Anything else and you really can't look yourself in the mirror.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(PHONE RINGING)
Bethany?
Coffee would be great.
First time I fell in love it was forever...
Till it wasn't.
Oh, I never thought I'd get over it.
Now I know I was way too young
and it never would've survived.
What about you, Billy?
What's that?
First love?
(EXHALING)
Martha, off of Little House on the Prairie.
Then Olivia Newton-John.
And Chris Evert.
That's three first loves.
When you come into the world, you come out of your mother's downstairs
like a rocket fired straight into a brick wall
about 3 feet away.
What are you saying?
Make the most of the 3 feet.
Bethany?
Would you go out with me, to a restaurant?
(GIGGLING)
Yes, I'd love to.
We saw the carrier vehicle, a green Mercedes lorry, come off the boat.
Then once we picked it up again, leaving the docks,
we had it under surveillance the whole time.
What about a recipient vehicle?
The green lorry came off the M11, into Birchanger Services,
then, for an hour and a half, no movement, nothing.
We didn't know what the recipient vehicle would be,
we had to make a judgement about that
on the ground, on the day.
How?
By looking at vehicles and how their occupants were behaving.
-Did you identify any candidates? -Not in the car park.
Anywhere else?
The Hummer on the bridge.
Why isn't it Customs?
Why wouldn't drugs importation be Customs?
Because if you're the police and you're fitting someone up,
you don't want another agency anywhere near it.
Because you don't want anyone to know how badly you're behaving.
More than that...
There's no reference to Customs even being told about the operation.
When and why the police officers get neurotic?
When they got someone on the inside.
There are 75 photographs taken covertly,
of the carrier vehicle, at the service station?
Yes.
How many of the Hummer?
None of the Hummer.
Why did you take 75 photographs
-of the carrier vehicle? -Best evidence.
The camera doesn't lie.
What are you implying, Miss Costello?
I'm not implying anything,
I'm being as explicit as I can.
Detective Sergeant Berwick here, is lying.
There are no photos of the Hummer...
Because it wasn't there.
Uh, this is a speech!
It's a full answer
to Your Lordship's very intelligent question.
Jody Farr wasn't there.
You fitted him up.
BERWICK: That's ridiculous.
This was a carefully organised operation to intercept a large-scale importation...
Why wasn't Jody Farr intercepted?
I mean, why wasn't he arrested at the scene?
We had to go in early because we thought the courier had clocked us.
The Hummer drove off while we were seizing the drugs
and arresting the courier.
Just to be clear,
you say the Hummer was on the bridge
that spans the motorway, overlooking the services?
That's right.
And you made no provision for road blocking it
in your carefully planned operation?
No squad car set to prevent a getaway from the bridge?
We had no idea he would be there, a man of his stature.
CLIVE: Did Mr Conti tell you in interview
what he believed he was carrying
in the back of the lorry he was driving?
Yes, he said he thought it was cigarettes.
And did you spend the next 55 minutes of the interview
asking him questions about this defence?
-Yes. -What did he say?
"No comment", 107 times.
If we, uh, look at page five of the interview transcript,
was Mr Conti asked about a phone call made at 10:44 p.m.?
"You made a phone call
"to the number we know to be the home number of Jody Farr."
Let me guess, what was his answer when you put that to him?
"No comment."
When in terms of the operation as a whole,
would this phone call have been made?
After disembarkation at the dock.
From a phone box.
Is that in the observation log?
No, there was a short gap in the surveillance
between disembarkation and the green lorry leaving the docks.
A phone call was made, it was from the public phone box of the docks,
it was to the home of Jody Farr.
You can't say who made it.
It's pretty obvious who it was.
Well, perhaps you can help us all.
Where are the fingerprints?
On the phone, in the phone box?
DCI Enright?
It's in the log, did you miss the entry on page 67?
Your client was wearing gloves for driving.
Off to play golf, was he?
If this was a fit-up, why wouldn't we make it 100% locked and logged,
that it was your man making the call?
First rule of bent police work...
Don't make the evidence too clean.
And it's not my man you lot care about, is it?
Outside.
It's Conti.
-What? -It has to be.
An organisation that takes that much care for mobile phones
has a courier ring a landline in the middle of an importation?
They need the connection, Jody to the drugs,
just enough to put him on the indictment
so his previous goes in, his finances go in
and suddenly the rolling stone is gathering lots of moss.
So we talk to Jody?
About Conti?
Martha?
You know what happens to people who betray Jody Farr.
Shall I take that, Miss Warwick?
Anything, within the rules, obviously,
that I can help you with.
I think I'll be fine.
-Jamie... -Don't...
Do that.
No.
Absolutely.
Not my business, unless the administration of justice is affected.
Sorry?
As long as you're performing to a silk standard,
I'm prepared to keep it under my wing.
Don't tell me you're pleading.
(TITTERING)
It's weird, isn't it?
The biggest trial we've both ever been in
and we're not allowed to talk about it.
Yeah, well, you should get used to that.
What would you be saying if we could talk?
I'd ask you why CW is letting her junior do all the work.
No, you wouldn't. That's not why you're here on your own.
Two thirds of the way through a bottle of wine.
What about me? What do you think I'd be asking you,
if we were allowed to talk?
We can do this, Marth.
We can talk about it now and then forget what we said at the door of the court.
Bugger the rules.
The question would have been, what's it taken?
To corrupt Martha Costello?
See you in court.
It's about political DNA, it's about whose side you're really on.
But look who I'm prosecuting now, is that wrong?
You'd forgive Jody Farr his sins
because he comes from a broken home but that's everybody.
That's every criminal that's ever been.
-Does he come from a broken home? -Oh, Jesus.
What, it's a joke.
We're lawyers, we can't represent Joan of Arc every time.
-Temporary insanity. -What?
Voices in her head
and no appropriate adult in interview,
which is a serious breach of PACE.
I'd have got her off.
Where do we go from here?
My place?
If we cut the courier's throat,
it means his throat will actually get cut?
Well, you have to do your best for your client.
That's where your responsibility begins and ends.
The consequences of what we do in court's none of our business.
-Court's open tomorrow... -Come on, talk to me.
-Miss. -Billy.
I'll, uh, go and check on tomorrow's witnesses.
Glad to see you found someone to hold your hand.
He's just...
Your pupil.
I know this guy.
Lodder?
Used to be a custody sergeant.
He made a list of all the solicitors in London,
rating them out of 100, like a league table,
with the trickiest at the top and the softest at the bottom.
Bosses didn't like it, he's a motorcycle cop now.
Well, what's the harm in that?
Well, it got out.
Solicitors got to hear of it.
Micky Joy took it up with Lodder personally.
I think he was angry about only being second in the table.
Micky and Lodder?
He said he didn't know any of them.
I asked him.
He told me.
Why, what's the matter?
It's not Conti.
-I'm not sure about this. -Aren't you?
The contents of this
bring the total money you've accepted from me to £43,000.
So... The night of June the 9th...
Where was I, who was I with?
Good boy.
(DOOR OPENING)
Our alibi.
It's locked.
Yeah.
Once a Catholic?
You still in touch with him, up there?
The words go up.
-What about you? -I don't believe in God.
I don't even like him.
Jealous, self-obsessed... Cruel.
What do you believe in?
Human decency.
Billy will go in the witness box and lie for us.
And you will facilitate that, won't you?
No, Micky. It's over.
I'm out of this.
You can't.
Calling a witness I know is going to lie is not part of our deal.
And I won't do it.
£43,000 in total.
What?
The brown envelope you just saw on his desk.
The last of 17 envelopes accepted by your senior clerk from me.
If his career was to end, it would kill him, wouldn't it?
And I know how much you love him.
Knowing you is the closest I've ever come to believing in good and evil.
And which side are you on?
Free will, Martha.
We all have a choice.
(MOBILE RINGS)
You've been worrying about my co-defendant.
He's not a grass.
No.
-How do you know? -I asked him. We had a talk.
The gap in surveillance when the phone call was made?
-Pretend gap. -With a real phone call in it.
-Made by? -Police officer.
Alan Cowdrey wants to put Conti in the box.
MARTHA: No choice really.
Which is what the prosecution want.
The courier in the box denying he made the call
but looking guilty as hell under cross examination.
Connecting you to the drugs
and undermining you by being rubbish.
Conti knew it wasn't cigarettes, he knew it was heroin.
End of story.
Except for one thing, obviously.
That the drugs are not yours.
Where were you that night?
You know who the alibi is.
You weren't with Billy, were you?
-I need him. -Where were you?
I'm the number two in the Farr family.
What's that got to do with it?
I was with a woman.
-She's married. -Right.
To my brother.
The number one.
And saying that in court?
I don't think so.
So, Conti.
Clive Reader is good. He'll do him over in the witness box.
It's a problem for us.
Not any more it isn't.
My Lord, can the indictment be put to my client again, please?
(BOTH WHISPERING)
Do you plead guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
JUDGE: You'll be remanded in custody till the end of the trial,
then you'll be brought back for sentencing. Take him down.
Ten minutes to re-group.
All rise.
See you in there.
Did you tell him where Jody was on the night?
Daniel? Of course.
He's my junior. I can't keep things from him.
No.
(MOUTHS)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ I leaned on you today
♪ I regularly hurt but never say
♪ I nearly wore the window through...
(RINGING TONE)
♪ Where was air sea rescue?
♪ The cavalry with tea and sympathy
♪ You were there
♪ Puncture repair
♪ I leaned on you today ♪
Why don't you sit this morning out?
I have to get in to Shoe Lane. You owe me that.
You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.
Go home, Caroline.
I went up onto the bridge on my motorbike.
I knew I only had one go at the Hummer.
-One go? -Uh, one ride past.
I was approaching the bridge from the west,
so I was face on to the Hummer.
I went as slowly as I dared, and made a mental note of the registration number.
And were you able to see anyone inside the vehicle?
The windows are smoked glass so you can't see inside,
but, as I rode past, the nearside window opened.
And what did you see?
Mr Farr.
He was flicking a cigarette end out.
And how would you describe the opportunity you had to look at Mr Farr?
I got a good look at him.
And after the Hummer drove away, what did you do?
-I went back onto the bridge. -Why?
For the cigarette.
Uh... Exhibit PL 14, My Lord.
How could you be sure this was the cigarette
you'd seen the defendant flick out of the window?
Oh, I couldn't, which is why we had DNA tests done on it,
which established that it was his.
Thank you, Sergeant Lodder.
The window opened as you rode past.
-Yes. -Right on cue.
What a stroke of luck.
Well, you earn your luck in life.
It must have been the briefest of looks you had, what?
A second? Maybe two?
I know the face. Can I say that?
Looks like you've said it.
Which is fine by me, because it was Jody Farr's face
you were seeing every step of the way.
His was the face that fitted, wasn't it?
How many Hummers are there on the roads in Britain?
-What are the chances that... -You know what car he has
and you know it's a Hummer
and you know what the registration is,
so stop answering the wrong question.
This jury aren't stupid,
they won't think that if you get it right about Jody Farr's shoe size
then he must have been there.
Can you confirm that you actually got the registration slightly wrong?
-Yes, I did. -To make it look true.
It's the little mistakes in detail that make the fit-up believable.
What the hell was that?
Popping up for another shot in the middle of my re-examination?
It's what I'll say in my speech anyway.
Yeah, well, keep it where it belongs.
What? Did I step into your look-at-me, give-me-silk limelight, Clive?
You can't win because you can't explain the DNA on the cigarette
and juries love DNA evidence. Hmm?
Watching a no-comment interview?
They clear the ashtrays between interviews.
I've been calling you.
I know.
You're trapped...
Aren't you?
(SIGHS)
And you?
We all want to be better people than we are.
I'm so sorry.
Me too.
The fat lady?
She hasn't sung yet.
One question.
Who else knows about you and your brother's wife?
Nobody. Why?
You all right?
You look a bit, uh, tense.
-Have you got a ciggy? -Yeah.
It's how I got started.
Carrying a pack around with me for clients.
Clerkenwell Mags, Marlborough Street. Those were the days.
Both hotels now.
I just sort of joined in, the smoking.
There's a thin line between all of us, I sometimes think.
-Sergeant Lodder. -Miss Costello.
Tosser.
JODY: Just before I got banged up in 2004, I saw this thing.
A 12-year-old girl working as a prostitute.
Not some paedophile ring, just a girl on the street
like all the other street prostitutes, only 12 years old.
She was a chicken-head.
-What's that? -It's a girl who works just for crack.
She doesn't see any of the money,
the pimp takes all that, and pays her with crack.
She was with this other girl,
a bit older than her, maybe 16,
and the pimp threw them a rock, like they were dogs.
And they fought for it like they were going to kill each other.
I think they would have done if I hadn't stepped in.
And what did you do?
Stopped it.
And how did that make you feel?
I stopped it for business reasons.
I'm sorry?
I was the pimp.
I didn't want my products damaged.
That's when I knew I had to get out.
Then I got nicked.
Are you a drugs dealer now?
Yes.
What kind of drugs dealer?
All the drugs I sell are high quality.
I'm not ripping anyone off with low-grade.
Nobody dies producing the drugs I sell, or importing them.
I'm very insulted by the idea
that I would bring in a consignment of heroin like the one in this trial.
-Why? -It's bad heroin.
How do you bring your drugs in?
Through embassies.
MARTHA: Do you ship drugs into this country through Felixstowe?
No.
Have you ever been to Birchanger Services on the M11?
Never.
Uh...
Which embassies, Jody Farr?
(SNIGGERS) I can't tell you that, Clive St John Reader.
So you're selective in your openness?
-Sorry? -Straight with the jury, when it suits you,
and then you scurry back down your hole and hide when it doesn't.
Can I suggest you ask me questions, rather than issuing threats?
Well, here's a question.
And when you answer it, instead of eyeballing me,
why don't you look at the jury?
Where were you on the night of June, the 9th, last year?
Are you all right?
Everyone gets nervous.
Sure.
-Shall we... -I'll be there in a second.
I was with Jody Farr, from about 3:00 in the afternoon
till after 2:00, the next morning.
-Where? -My house.
What were you doing?
BILLY: Eleven hours of snooker.
-Who won? -It was twelve frames each, at midnight.
We had a laugh about that. All the twelves.
And then?
I let him have the last frame.
-Because you're prepared to do whatever it takes, aren't you? -Excuse me?
Jody has to win so he's happy,
his solicitor's happy and you've done your job.
It was a snooker match.
How do you feel about consorting with criminals?
It's a sacrifice I make to bring in work, so you can consort with them.
We don't consort with them, we represent them,
or we prosecute them.
There's a difference.
I wonder.
When did you agree to be Jody Farr's alibi witness?
Yesterday.
Do you mind if I say something?
I'm a senior clerk.
Ducking and diving is what I do.
It goes with the job.
Any clerk who doesn't duck and dive is worse than useless.
But this here,
the number one criminal court in the country,
this is what it's all about.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
I can't tell you how proud I am
to see you two appearing here.
I would never stand here, on oath, and lie to one of my own.
I think you know that, sir.
Telling the truth on oath?
That's what your evidence is based on?
Absolutely.
Then perhaps you can explain how Mr Farr could be in two places at once.
I don't understand.
In bed with his brother's wife...
and playing snooker with you.
Sex with a married woman in the first part of the evening,
Birchanger Services later on.
Who were you with late last night in chambers?
Micky Joy. Jody Farr's solicitor.
Doing what?
He was taking a statement from me.
Anything else?
You gave him a statement.
Did he give you anything?
Billy?
We don't do first name names in my court, Miss Costello.
Billy?
He gave me a brown envelope.
And was it the first brown envelope?
No.
And what was in the brown envelopes?
I can wait as long as it takes for you to answer my question.
Because this really, really matters.
He was paying me for favours.
So, let's be very clear here.
Who was?
-Micky Joy. -Again?
Micky Joy.
Why are you saying this now?
Because it's right.
Because I want my integrity back.
Because I can't tell you how good it feels at this moment,
in this place, to tell you the truth.
-MARTHA: Billy... -You're dead. You know that?
Stay here. I'll do this on my own.
-Your pupil. -Once a copper...
I didn't tell him.
-But you said... -Yeah.
That's what I said.
You and me, Micky.
We're the only ones who knew.
Hey, Jody, it's me.
I wouldn't lie to you, you know that.
How long have you known Sergeant Lodder?
What?
I never met him until...
Yeah, have a... Have a cigarette.
Jody, do you want a cigarette?
Do you want to put some tar in your lungs
and some of your DNA on the butt?
Give him a cigarette, Micky.
Your hand's shaking.
JODY: Leave it now.
Don't humiliate him.
-Hey, Jody... -Shh, shh, shh...
No.
MARTHA: His own solicitor, an informant for the police.
It's impossible for him now or in the future to have a fair trial.
Mr Reader?
The Crown has no option but to offer no further evidence, Your Honour.
Police protection for Mr Joy.
And a criminal trial for perverting the course of justice?
You might be persuaded to prosecute that one.
I'd need a good junior.
(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)
-Jody, Jamie Slotover. -Hello.
They had me. The Old Bill.
Same as I had you.
The lengths you went to.
The bigger noise I made about working for Jody, the more he trusted me.
So when the time came to send him down,
he wouldn't think it was me.
You went after her, you weren't acting that.
She was my only hope.
I had to hit Jody.
I had to sink him during the trial.
That's what the police wanted from me.
But then rely on Martha to save your boy?
Yeah.
But she was even better than that.
Yeah, she was.
The implant always works,
and it always stops working.
How long?
When it stops working,
because of where the hot spots in your body are,
it will be over quickly.
How long?
I've known patients go for seven years.
And I've known it be twelve months.
There's one more thing you should know.
The implant takes away your capacity to produce testosterone.
So?
Well, you'll become less...
Manly.
You don't know me.
-What do you want? -I look after Clive Reader.
Look after?
I'm his clerk and you're about to do exactly what I tell you.
I've got a better idea.
Why don't you take your machismo back
to your grubby little chambers and tell Clive Reader
I can't wait to end his career.
-(DIALLING) -Put it away.
Terry, there's an oik outside...
What the hell?
I'm a clerk, and I'm a man.
My name is Billy Lamb.
When he gets down here, you tell your clerk
that you're dropping it against my boy, or I will end your life.
Do you understand me?
Caroline Warwick, yes or no? Reminder of the rules...
Two-thirds of chambers need to vote in favour for a new member to get in.
Those in favour?
Those against?
Nineteen for, ten against.
Clive, are you abstaining?
At the moment, she's one vote short.
Excuse me. Mr Reader, sir?
Er, just one...
You went for me in court because your ambition told you
that winning was more important than Uncle Billy.
You were lying in the witness box.
A bent solicitor paid you to do it.
-But I forgive you. -You forgive me?
Because I love you unconditionally.
You see this is what happens every time, isn't it?
You behave as badly as you want and then you cover it up
with big declarations of sentimental bollocks.
Words, words, words.
It's what you do that matters.
You're a free man, and from this moment on
your senior clerk will support you in whatever you do.
What do you mean "free man"?
The Bar Standards Board.
-I've made it go away. -What?
-How? -Used some words.
But mostly it's what I did.
-What are you saying? -You made one mistake with Milson.
You didn't hit him hard enough.
I've saved your career, sir.
Er, Caroline Warwick...
Is nothing we can't manage.
Miss Warwick? Yeah.
Welcome aboard.
I've kept it all.
His money, it's all there.
Once I'd taken it the first time, I knew I was trapped.
I also knew somewhere, somehow there'd be a way out.
It's not over. Perjury, taking bribes.
They'll come for you, Billy.
But we're okay, aren't we, Martha?
You know, that's the first time you've called me Martha in 17 years?
-I must be going soft. -(LAUGHS)
Are you all right?
Will you do something for me?
-What? -Hold my hand.
(LAUGHS)