Episode 6 Silk

-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.

-I've had a letter from the Bar Standards Board.

-This is the end of your career, Reader.

'Drugs?'

'Jody Farr's been arrested and charged.'

'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 you've got the nerve to smile.

I will not represent Jody Farr.

I'll give you the slam dunk...

He walks.

'Take this from me, and you're free to start on Monday morning.'

-What is it?

-Tomorrow it's Jody Farr.

DETECTOR BEEPS

-So...

-Cigarette?

You're not allowed to smoke in here.

Why don't you sit where you're supposed to sit?

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 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 of 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?

-SHOUTS:

-Do you know who I am?

Can I have a cigarette?

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.

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.

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...loving him.

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?

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.

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.

OK.

-Why would I give you Daniel?

-You've been against him.

-Oh, and you want for professional reasons?

-You're jealous.

So you do like him.

My God...

Clive Reader, jealous.

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 ask me nicely?

-Would you?

Please, Martha?

You mean block a big chunk of time out of my busy diary just for you?

The answer's yes.

HE EXHALES

Can I have Daniel, please?

Who is this?

Daniel Lomas...our 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... PHONE RINGS

..it's always personal. Excuse me.

-He doesn't remember me.

-Micky?

Yes, 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.

-It wasn't an importation.

But it was the same drug and he 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...

SHE WHISPERS

Er...

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, Ms 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?

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?

Anyway, whatever it is,

the upshot is you're fighting hard for a man you despise.

DOOR BUZZES

-'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 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, Ms 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, Ms Warwick.

-It makes it difficult now.

-It makes it interesting.

Why would I be anywhere near a motorway service station at two in the morning?

Do I look like a foot soldier?

Interesting how?

I'm the biggest drug dealer you will 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,

a 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 12 January 2004

Mr Farr was convicted of possession with intent to supply heroin

-and sentenced to five years imprisonment?

-That is correct.

-So 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's 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 wig, Marth. Your idea or Jody's?

"Why would you 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?

Feeling under pressure, Clive? Take it out on someone your own call.

He wasn't going to give evidence before his form went in.

I'll be helping the jury understand.

We should stop talking about the case.

Jody has to come clean now, doesn't he?

The jury need to hear it.

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.

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.

Bethany? Coffee would be great.

First time I fell in love it was for ever...

..till it wasn't.

I never thought I'd get over it.

Now I know I was way too young and it never would've survived.

-How about you, Billy?

-What's that?

-First love?

Martha off of Little House On The Prairie.

Then Olivia Newton-John...

and Chris Evert.

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 three feet away.

What are you saying?

Make the most of the three feet.

Bethany?

Would you go out with me, to a restaurant?

SHE GIGGLES

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 him.

-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.

-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.

-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.

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 look at page five of the interview transcript,

was Mr Conti asked about a phone call made at 10.44pm?

"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?

-Rule of bent police work -

don't make evidence too clean.

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, Ms 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.

SHE TITTERS

It's weird, isn't it?

The biggest row we've both ever been in

and we're not allowed to talk about it.

Yeah, well, we 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 on.

Look, I'm prosecuting now. Is that wrong?

You'd forgive Jody Farr his sins because he's 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.

-It was 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?

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...

-Come on, talk to me.

-Miss.

-Billy.

I'll 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.

-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 9...

-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.

TELEPHONE 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?

-A police officer.

Alan Cowdrey wants to put Conti in the box.

-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?

THEY WHISPER

Do you plead guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

You'll be remanded in custody till the end of the trial,

when 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.

# 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?

-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.

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.

Exhibit PL 14, My Lord.

How could you be sure this was the cigarette

you'd seen the defendant flick out of the window?

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 was that? Popping up for another shot in the middle of my re-examination?

-It's what I'll say in my speech anyway.

-Well, keep it where it belongs.

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?

HE SIGHS

And you?

We all want to be better people than we are.

I'm so sorry.

Me too.

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 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.

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 chickenhead.

-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.

Do you ship drugs into this country through Felixstowe?

No.

Have you ever been to Birchanger services on the M11?

Never.

Which embassies, Jody Farr?

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 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 three in the afternoon

till after two the next morning.

Where?

My house.

What were you doing?

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.

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 terms 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.

-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...

Have a cigarette. 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.

Leave it now. Don't humiliate him.

-Hey, Jody...

-Sshh, shh, shh.

No.

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.

-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 him

I can't wait to end his career.

Put it away.

Terry? There's an oik outside...

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 OK,

aren't we, Martha?

You know, that's the first time

you've called me Martha in 17 years.

I must be going soft.

Are you all right?

Will you do something for me?

What?

Hold my hand.

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