We slept together. Slept, and passed out.
We can't be with them. Not in that way.
You know what he is, and you're speaking to him like he's normal?!
I'm not that bad.
Who is she, Zak? Hannah?
Someone I knew in a previous life.
Did you love her? We are not allowed to love.
This is the clock that sat in the Kremlin and counted down to Doomsday.
Mr Mountjoy sent it to me. He's not about to let another of us fall.
What happens if we fail? Educated guess...
Pestilence, war, famine, and death.
You knew he was in the house.
You knew that Mark Yalling, the man you say had been stalking you for weeks,
had broken into your home.
Yes. And so you made your decision.
(DOOR)
I could hear him downstairs.
Since my son was murdered, I've been on my own this last year.
I was scared.
He even knew my movements.
He said, 'I thought you were going away.'
You were meant to be singing with the choir, yes?
He was going through my personal things. But when he saw me, he...
I knew his plans... had changed.
Step down here, please.
Mark Yalling and you were about this far apart.
And the weapon.
So, in a dark room,
you gave him no warning that you had a weapon.
He could see it clearly.
There was a full moon. There was plenty of light.
And yet still, you...
WOMAN: Let her go!
(SHOUTING) Show the woman some compassion!
We'll adjourn for lunch.
Court will rise.
All right there, Tiger?
Yeah. Yes, it's amazing.
It feels quite strange being part of the prosecution.
You're going to be brilliant on the Day of Judgement, aren't you?
Whenever human beings are in trouble, that's where you'll find them.
or strangers in the street.
Perhaps even, and this is hard to believe, I know,
lawyers.
They're here to help, to comfort,
to guide.
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This is a manslaughter trial. I need to be professional!
Gemma Maines, lives alone.
She lost her son to that... What was he called?
Harriman. Jez Harriman. He's doing 12 years for it.
Right. So her only son gets shot by some drugged-up farm boy bagging rabbits.
On top of that, she gets a stalker. And you want to send her down for it.
Poor bloody woman. She should be given a medal.
It's obvious Yalling was a perv.
Sublimely elegant argument. Are you part of the defence team?
(I'll leave you to talk to your auntie.)
Here. Met Office report for the night Mark Yalling was stabbed.
Just challenge the purported facts and follow Mr Gist's lead.
There was a full moon on February 12th.
But... it couldn't be seen from Yorkshire.
The whole country was under low cloud cover.
So it was dark.
Yalling didn't know she had a knife.
She lied.
I'll need a weather boffin on the stand tomorrow.
I'm not getting into an argument with the defence
about how much moonlight gets through a load of cumulo bloody nimbus.
They were dense altostratus.
That's exactly the gibberish I want him spouting in court.
We're doing the right thing here, aren't we?
It's just that all the evidence suggests that Yalling had been stalking her.
In his pocket, they found a pair of...
They found a pair of... (MUMBLES)
Even so, you won't burst into flames.
Well, he was going to rape her.
You know that, do you?
You've looked into the heart of a dead man.
Mr Mountjoy gave us Gemma to prosecute.
But our mission is to help.
You can't serve the law by going easy.
Good man.
Sorry, figure of speech.
(BELL)
Miss Maines, you called the police at 3:27AM.
If you say so.
You stabbed Mark at two o'clock.
Time of death is placed at 2:15 to 2:30.
You plunged the knife into his left lung and watched
him drown in his own blood for over half an hour...
Objection, Your Honour.
He was no longer a threat to you.
Yalling was unconscious. She didn't know he was alive.
Mr Gist, Miss Maines is not a doctor.
You left him dead for nearly an hour before you called the police.
I'd just like to know why.
I'm not wicked.
Louder, for the record.
This place is for wicked people and I'm...
not wicked.
It's been tough for me to live alone since my son Paul was murdered.
And it's hard to be stalked.
And to have... no-one to talk to.
No-one to protect you.
WOMAN: She had no choice! JUDGE: Quiet!
MAN: We're with you, Gemma! This is unbelievable!
I'll have none of that.
You think they made the right decision?
Convicting an innocent woman, how do you feel about that?
(SHOUTING)
Zak, straw poll says 79% of people think Gemma should be let off.
Justifiable self-defence. Not manslaughter.
Maybe she will be.
How much would that bother you if she walked?
She's not Jeffrey Dahmer, but something doesn't add up.
She lied about the visibility in the room.
She sat and watched him die.
But she's a decent person.
Yep, it's horrible being the bogeyman.
Isn't it?
Let's have another.
I've got a leather sofa coming, Birthday present to myself!
Friday. Yes, Friday. Shit!
How do you know it's on Friday?
You told me. I never told anyone.
Gemma Maines will not be making any more comments today.
But we are feeling confident about a positive outcome.
There's another way out, if you're looking for an exit.
I could go to prison for ten years even though I'm the victim.
I couldn't bear it.
I would refuse to bear it.
No, no.
You must never think like that.
You mustn't do anything stupid, Gemma.
It's a very bad idea to goad yourself.
Do you know what we need?
A dog.
I'm thinking basset hound.
If it can learn to flush the loo, it's more than welcome.
But as the actual embodiment of heavenly grace on Earth,
I will not be reduced to picking up poo in a plastic bag.
Now, supper.
I was thinking of heating up yesterday's casserole.
Gemma's in a living hell.
At least look like you care.
Tom, it's part of the job. We talked about this.
To put it another way, were you picking your
nose when they taught you prosecution upstairs?
What's changed since we last spoke?
You're not a mother, Mrs Sheringham.
We can never have kids.
We don't understand what she's been through.
On top of this, some bastard tries to..
Maybe he got what he deserved.
Right, let's go.
I'm hungry. Now.
Dumplings? Zak! Now!
Mark's home since he was 19.
He'd no friends. He dug ditches to make a modest living.
So whilst we're discussing Gemma Maines' life,
let's also talk about this one.
The lonely one that's over.
We weren't given Mark Yalling, we were given Gemma.
Tom!
Petrichor.
Petrichor, the smell of wet earth.
We came through here our first night.
And you, bloody singing! It all seemed so exciting.
Then it suddenly got messy.
That's life on earth for you.
If you think Gemma's suffered enough, welcome to the Tesco of suffering.
Piled high on every shelf. Does Gemma deserve to die?
Is that what Mr Mountjoy wants? No. All life is precious to him.
But if she's found guilty, she'll kill herself.
She told me as much.
Please tell me you didn't...
If the court finds out you approached the
defendant in the middle of her evidence...
This is too much for you. Too soon.
I'm taking you off the case.
I'll finish it alone.
If you win, she'll kill herself.
This place is for wicked people.
I'm not wicked.
Miss Maines. Not now, Gist.
My colleague. Um...
He won't be returning to court.
It's just me now.
That's it.
Thank you.
What is it?
You've been um...
very helpful.
If you want to continue making no sense whatsoever, you can do so in court.
(SINGING)
Did you know Mark Yalling was stalking her?
Gemma asked me to call on her.
She wasn't there. But he was hanging around, looking through windows.
He clocked me and left.
Are you a reporter? No.
He is prosecuting counsel.
And very good he is too.
I have to be going. Excuse me.
Ooh, did you see that?
It's like you farted in his face.
I'm amazed you can step foot in here. I love this place.
Churches, mosques, temples, all these
confused people grovelling to a silent Maker.
No, it's... wonderful.
Why aren't you in court? You know why.
I think Mr Mountjoy should reveal himself to these people.
That would take away their free will.
Do these people seem free to you?
Madam, are you free? Pardon?
Are you free?
What, like the comedy? I'm free!
Exactly.
They're morons.
Tom, they don't know if there's anything beyond this life.
Imagine how much freer they'd be if they were.
That's all my side have ever wanted. Transparency.
Do you know why he doesn't show himself?
Because he wants them to love him unconditionally.
Like some kind of cosmic Katie Price.
Then there's Gemma Maines. Almost suicidal.
If she killed herself, you'd open a bottle and celebrate.
Tom, you're not listening to me.
Gemma Maines lost her son, but she doesn't
know if his soul lives on somewhere.
It's the not knowing that gets them.
All right, I've listened to you.
And now I'm done.
I have faith in you, Tom.
Don't let Zak and that glorified housekeeper push you around.
You know what's right.
And what's wrong.
(SHOUTING)
Mr Gist.
When you're ready.
Miss Maines...
Gemma.
Why didn't you confront Mark Yalling before?
I was scared of him.
I'd seen him looking at me. Where?
I was out walking and he was standing watching me.
That's when I first suspected...
I am sorry, Miss Maines. I have to ask you these questions.
Did you always fear sexual assault?
Yes.
Which is why you slept with a knife beside your bed.
I was frightened he might to try to get into the house.
But not once, in all those weeks of worry,
did you call the police.
Until he was dead.
Whitby's nice, if it's a day off you've got.
You don't even believe she should be prosecuted, do you?
No comment. I've got something to show you.
A copy of a police report from two years ago.
Don't ask me how I got it.
Something for you to chew on.
Mrs Sheringham, just the person.
I told you to come straight home.
If you look closely, you'll see I'm not wearing short trousers, Mrs Sheringham.
Here. Zak needs to see this.
What is it?
Maybe he'll understand the woman he's persecuting a bit better.
Tom, let's go and have lunch.
I'm going to have lunch.
Your door was unlocked that night.
I live half a mile from my nearest neighbour.
I... didn't think to...
Even when you're being targeted by a sexual predator?
That's exactly what he is.
I saw him this one time in the woods.
Watching me. Where in the woods?
I was out walking and he was following me.
Isn't it possible that Mark was working there?
He had gamekeeping work in the area.
I feel sick. Gemma.
What are you hiding?
Nothing. Be honest with me.
My colleague is reducing the line of questioning to harassment.
Be honest with me and I swear I can help you.
Your Honour - The stakes could not be higher!
Shut up! Shut up!
The court will adjourn. I will see both counsel in my chambers in ten minutes.
Court will rise!
The evening edition of the Echo will claim that the
prosecution is in total disarray over this trial.
That's why your junior stepped down.
We've had disagreements over strategy.
You yourself seem conflicted in court.
And frankly, strange.
This whole thing is running at far too high a temperature.
The trial will adjourn. A new jury will be selected.
And we will start again.
Ducks in a line, Mr Gist.
(SHOUTING)
I don't know where Tom got this. It's a police report from 2010.
Before Jez Harriman was arrested, Mark Yalling was
a suspect in the shooting of Gemma Maines' son.
Paul's body was found in the woods, shot.
The police interviewed all the local gun-owners, including Mark Yalling.
Then they got hold of Harriman.
Alcoholic, drug addict. Their favourite kind of suspect.
Harriman confessed. There it is.
Even though the statement was confused, he was sent down.
So what if Yalling was the real shooter?
He knew Gemma was starting to suspect him.
Hold your horses. Stalked her, broke in.
Massive, colossal supposition.
The police searched the caravan. Found nothing incriminating.
I give up.
It hurt, by the way.
What you said about me never knowing what it's like to be a mother.
I'll never know what it's like to be a son.
As soon as I gave it up and came down here, it was the first urge I had.
Like it had been waiting in me all along.
Then you know Gemma's had all the hurt she needs for one lifetime.
Be very careful. You're starting to presume.
I thought your job was to assist us?!
Not argue with us. To assist and advise.
Tom, I'm worried.
We're not here to worry about ourselves. We're here to help them.
Tom... Tom!
To... Where's he going now?
Stop him.
I don't want Gemma to die any more than he does.
Zak, retrial.
Tough day? Has Tom been in here?
I haven't seen him. What's up?
I'd give him some space.
He's got lots to think about.
Richard, quick chat?
Stop trying to confuse him.
Is it so bad to question what you do in Mr Mountjoy's name?
Leave him alone, you bastard. Stop fussing, you great mincer!
You can't mess up, can you, Zak? If Mr Mountjoy
has to pull you out of the field again, uh-uh!
I won't mess up. Are you sure?
Not even with Hannah there.
Oh, that is one sexy, sexy mess.
Oh, please! Please don't hurt me! Stop! Help!
As long as you know that being with her
would probably mean the end of the worlds!
Gemma, I won't let you fall.
What do you get out of all this?
Well, then...
I could tell you.
But I think it would give you nightmares.
The filth interviewed over 100 people with
a gun licence when that boy was shot.
And you really think it was Mark Yalling killed her son?
Who cares?
All right? You've up-ended the case.
Gemma needs understanding.
Not judgement.
And if Yalling did kill her son, then she
was doubly right to do what she did.
Who's up here?
The usual suspects.
I arm-wrestled this one once, in a pub in Kentish Town.
Complete twat.
Make it a lot easier though if Evil went round
with fangs and bug-eyes and a pig's snout.
Some of what Richard says makes sense.
Of course it does. He's demonic, not stupid.
He's trying to make you question your judgement. And Mr Mountjoy's.
Don't let him in.
Have you looked into her soul?
She's close to cracking.
You have to let her go, Zak. It is not our decision to make.
What if we got Mr Mountjoy all wrong?
Maybe he wants us to save her from herself.
No point in us working together if we don't stand together. Let's help her.
Whatever you're doing on your own, it's probably
very silly and completely wrong. So get back here.
Evidence room. Touching something in here could be called tampering.
What are we looking for?
Clues.
How do you like them apples?
Exciting enough for you and Nancy Drew?
Ah, what about his diary? The cops have been through it.
Mostly shopping lists, doodles.
And, well, they call them poems.
They're more like random words arranged in odd patterns.
That is poetry, isn't it?
(READS) No-one sees beneath the bees but me.
On a par with How Now Brown Cow.
You don't lie there at all, but in my head forever.
That sounds a bit possessive to me.
Maybe a fixation on Gemma.
Cops couldn't see the link.
He's a man of the country, our Mark Yalling.
Still waters running deep.
(READS) I would lay flowers, but instead all I can offer is the stinking rose.
Better than Pam Ayres.
Stinking rose?
It's a bit creepy.
Go back, go back!
I've seen this before.
OK, think.
That isn't helping.
I've seen this sign in Gemma's house.
In her son's old room.
Tenuous.
We're supposed to be prosecuting and we're
compiling a case against the victim.
It's the right thing to do. Is it? Oh, good.
Next time, send me somewhere simple.
Like Iraq.
I have to find a way.
A way to get rid of this pain.
We can't understand why the people we love are suddenly taken away.
Nothing to understand.
It's random bullshit.
Paul went out for a bike ride and was shot by
a poacher who ran away and left him to die.
And who do you think that person was?
You can't be here. And yet I am here.
We both are.
For you.
What really happened, Gemma?
He did it.
I know he did it.
Can you smell it?
Wild garlic. Also known as stinking rose.
I would lay flowers, but instead all I can offer is stinking rose.
How many police restrictions do you think we're in violation of?
About nine.
Bees.
He wrote something about bees.
Bushwhacking symbol.
It means gone home.
Why would he bury a pendant?
It's my son's.
I knew it was Mark that shot him.
I don't care that it was an accident.
He ran away and he left my beautiful boy to die alone.
Did you always mean to kill him?
Did you invite him to your house that night?
I thought it would take away the pain.
Morning!
I can't face it. What?!
Gemma Maines is going to prison.
We've completely failed.
I don't usually go for the sensitive ones.
But you...
You're a mystery.
And I want to crack you.
Funny, isn't it?
I like you. A lot.
I wish we could have sex with each other.
And who says we can't?
My boss.
Your boss doesn't need to know.
You've a new job. Plinth and Dover.
A family-run solicitors'. Absolutely charming.
And the younger Mr Dover. 23, very good-looking.
Fit, you might say.
Oh, and it's in Durham.
What the hell are you talking about?
Yeah, I'm talking about hell. And heaven.
And the fact that sometimes the only thing
that separates them is the wrong kind of kiss.
You can't sack me. I don't work for you.
You are a lovely, bubbly kid and I wish you a wonderful life.
But you have been messing with the head of one of my boys.
And that is unbelievably, unimaginably beyond your pay grade.
I've watched it happen once.
I will not watch it happen again.
I can't just leave my flat.
It's a lot of money.
You could have an adventure.
I'll go over your head.
Trust me, my boss is over everyone's head.
I'm sorry about this, and I did mean what I said.
You have a wonderful life.
(KNOCKING)
Can I come in?
I hear Gemma Maines has been charged with murder.
She may well have set Yalling up as a stalker
so she had justifiable means to kill him and get away with it.
That is a fantastic breakthrough.
Yeah. I had a slightly different agenda.
If you don't want to do anything, that's fine, I understand.
For my birthday. Oh, um...
What do you want to do? I don't want a cheeseburger.
I had that for breakfast. With a buck's fizz.
Hang on. Today?
It doesn't matter. It's OK.
I hadn't forgotten. It's OK.
I hadn't. Not a worry.
We are doing something tonight.
Can you tell me?
It's going to be pretty damn... brilliant.
And... amazing.
Meet me at the wharf at seven o'clock.
I will.
I have to...
Have to what?
Just have to.
I have to...
Jude, she's gone. I thought you should know.
Gone where? Gone home?
Durham.
You had no right.
I have every right to protect you after what happened to Zak.
I am still in Mr Mountjoy's presence. You aren't.
Tom - I decide what happens!
Not you!
It's fine, Eddie, please.
It's not really very fine at all.
I had an overnight bag but they don't let
you take one in. I thought they would.
Could you trust me for a moment?
They're sending me to a real prison.
You're already in prison, Gemma.
You've been in prison for a while.
Let's break you out.
It's all right.
I want you to hand over your pain.
To me.
Is this a New Age thing? Give it over to me.
Give me your hatred and your pain.
I don't like this. Get off.
(GASPS)
Hate, hate.
You don't know the meaning of the word.
Say it. I hate you. Shut up.
I hate you. God, I hate you!
Shut up. I hate you! I hate you!
Stay back!
I hate you! I hate you, you bastard!
You took him! You took him from me!
Leave me alone!
I'm glad you're dead. Stop it!
I'd do it again! No!
I hate you! You took him!
Stop! You took him!
I'm glad you're dead! He was my son.
He was beautiful.
He was strong.
He was everything I had. Everything that I wanted.
And you took him away!
Ohh!
(CRIES)
It's all right.
Let it out. Let it out.
It's all right.
Get rid of it.
(SOBS)
I hate you.
Your heart was filled with hate that night.
Get rid of it.
Hello?
Mrs Maines, are you there?
Hello?
Mrs Maines, are you there?
I came round.
Every time you asked me to, I came.
I've wanted to. God knows I have.
It were dark.
I never saw your boy until...
Until it were too late.
I've been a coward.
I'm so, so sorry.
Oh!
Let it out. (CRIES)
It's all right.
(SOBS)
Not you as well.
Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything stupid.
If I did, it would always be linked to Paul's memory, and that's not right.
Your son's not gone.
You will see Paul again.
One day.
I promise. Don't evangelise to me.
I will never see my son again.
You are wrong.
And I'll prove it.
Hannah. Richard.
Oh, no, no, no.
I know. I cannot let birthdays go.
It's a pufferfish on a stick in a box, obviously.
Happy birthday.
Don't leave me hanging.
Sorry.
Come with us. No, no.
Gooseberry fool. It's not a date.
It's...
I don't know. Drinks.
By the river or something.
No, there's a new case which I should get up to speed with.
Jarndyce and Jarndyce. I think it will run and run.
It's not a date.
Get in before I fall in.
Ohh... God!
Where do I sit? Anywhere.
# Serve God, love me, and mend
# This is not the end
# Live unbruised, we are friends
# And I'm sorry
(SHOUTING)
# I'm sorry
# Sigh no more, no more
# One foot in sea, one on shore
# My heart was never pure
# And you know me
# You know me
# And man is a giddy thing
# Oh, man is a giddy thing
(CHIMES) # Oh, man is a giddy thing
(CHIMES)
# Love, it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you
# It will set you free
# Be more like the man you were made to be
# There is a design, an alignment to cry
# Of my heart to see
# The beauty of love as it was made to be #
Aaagh!
The charge? Attempted desertion.
She said it was an accident.
Stop lying to me
You have a problem with the army?
Stabbing yourself in the leg to avoid being
blown up by a bomb is a sane action.
And you, Zak. What's happening to you?
Hannah. My name's Hannah.
He asked me out on a date.
That's good. Isn't it?
Billy?!
Billy!
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