You Don't Know Me

When the defendant shot and killed Jamil Issa,

he left a very substantial trail of evidence.

Armed police!

The firearm recovered from his flat?

The same weapon used in the murder.

Traces of the victim's blood were found

beneath the defendant's fingernails.

Hairs matching the defendants were found in Mr Issa's car.

CCTV of him driving towards the murder site

moments before Jamil Issa was killed.

The truth is that I did not kill that boy.

I sell cars.

How much to stick Kyra in the back seats for the night as well?

You're a wasteman, Jamil. You know that!

But everything goes back to her.

Ky. It's midnight, call me, yeah?

Ky? I can't find her. She, like, vanished.

What do you mean "vanished"?

Who else can you call who knows, Kyra?

Is this the person who stuck up posters of the girl?

I saw someone last night who looks exactly like her.

So I got my answer.

Now I knew where she'd gone.

Do you know where I could get a gun? For YOU?

She saw her and you let her go!

She got driven off.

So what's that stupid car of yours for, then?!

You drive and you follow her and you bring her home!

Oh, yo, wait up!

Bruv, deal with me first.

Nah, get out of here, man.

Nah, come on, man, how much?

I've got money.

100 quid.

I only got 80.

What can I get for that?

If I see you again, boy, you get bodied.

That's what you get for 80 quid.

Come on. Nah, come on, man.

Yo, you already took my money, man.

I get at least ten minutes, no?

Yo, hold up.

HE CHUCKLES

No, don't hurt him!

Shut up, man! Ah!

Did I tell you to talk, bitch?

Did I? Shut up, man.

No! Ah!

HE SCREAMS AND GROANS

Go! God!

What have you done?!

Go! Let me go! Let me go!

Get in the car.

No! Get in, Kyra.

What have you done?

Open the door!

Let me out of the car!

Let me out!

This can't happen.

Let me out. You need to let me go!

Let me go.

Fuck!

Just listen to me!

We're getting out of here.

I need to get out. We're getting out of here. Let me out!

Let me out. You need to let me go.

Just let me out, let me out... Stop shouting!

Just let me out of the car! Stop shouting, Kyra! Come on!

Ah! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

You're safe now.

I'll get you something for your hands.

We're going to be OK.

I'll sort this out, yeah?

Ky?

Oh, shit. Kyra!

Oh, shit!

What's going on?

What are you doing? I've got to go back.

Babe, what are you doing? You don't understand...

Please, Kyra, please.

Please just don't go.

Just stay for a minute, please.

I know I just told you I shot a man,

but he didn't die.

And I'm not on trial for that.

My QC told me under no circumstances to tell you that story.

He said it proves I had a gun and I was willing to carry it

and shoot someone with it.

And that's all true.

Even though I'm not on trial for those things.

Maybe you judge me for it.

All I can do is give you the truth.

Gunpowder residue evidence is a result from a lab.

All it says is SOMETHING happened.

They say what happened is I killed Jamil.

But they're wrong.

And that's the part that matters here.

My Lord, there is a legal matter that needs to be dealt with

in the absence of the jury.

Members of the jury, I will ask you to retire

while we hear this argument.

And can we clear the gallery, please?

As Miss Mahmood points out,

you are very frequently introducing new evidence,

things you are now claiming to have done.

The jury will be told to disregard it.

And depending on how far you go, I may consider allowing

prosecution counsel a right of reply.

That will be my application in due course, My Lord.

The Crown believes that the defendant

is using his closing speech to construct a work of fiction.

We'd like the chance to make that absolutely plain to the jury.

I follow. Your Honour, I've got all these points I need to make

about the evidence, but if I leave things out, it makes no sense.

Kyra connects everything.

I'm doing my best.

Now...

..which evidence will you be discussing next?

PAPER RUSTLES

How my hair ended up in Jamil's car.

Hello? Hi, can I speak with Jamil, please?

Qalbi. Phone!

Yeah? Yo, look,

I'm trying to work on this essay, but...

..but I don't even know what the focus is.

It's loyalty ladders, Porter's five forces -

it's all in the notes I gave you.

Look, I got that thing for you, didn't I?

So get my essay done.

You made that deal.

Yeah, but...

LINE DISCONNECTS

FAINT RATTLING

I locked it.

I just don't understand.

I'll always come back for you, Kyra.

You've got to know this.

DOOR CLOSES

How you feeling?

I can take her to my GP. No, Mum, we can't do that.

Someone might her. Why is that a problem?

You weren't there.

Dragging her back to the car was bad.

How did this happen to her? I don't understand.

We need to look after her.

All right? Let things die down. It's just a few days.

And keep her prisoner?

Look at her, Mum.

SHE SIGHS

You saw her.

She's not right,

and she's not safe being left on her own.

So please.

Look, I'm going to lose my job if I don't go back.

And I don't have anyone else.

Hmm?

SHE SIGHS

Thank you.

Hmm?

I have to go.

I should have got rid of the gun.

And I tried to, believe me.

But then I'm thinking...

..what if Glockz find us?

Believe me, I've been where you are now.

Looking at some bad choices someone's made, thinking, "Idiot."

Why get yourself into that mess?

What did you expect would happen?

And I've 100% judged those people, too.

But I promise you,

it's different when you're afraid.

You know what the right thing is,

but you don't feel safe enough to do it.

My head was a mess.

I was trying to calm down, telling myself we'd be OK.

Cos all they really knew was the guy who took Kyra was driving

a blue BMW sports car.

That's all they had.

Got a bit of a ding there.

Honestly, I'll take whatever you can give me, Sam.

Just need to downsize.

Yeah, but a little run-around after driving an M2?

Putting my girl on the insurance, innit?

Need something a bit smaller for the way that she's parking.

Wait till you've got kids,

then nothing matters except the boot space.

It's a tragedy.

Do you want the same colour as this one?

Nah. Need to forget about this one.

Well, what about that one?

That's a good colour.

Yeah, yeah... You don't like it.

What? Any time you're lying, you do that thing with your mouth.

I've seen you do it with the customers.

All right, you got me.

I don't like the green.

Maybe we could try a silver or grey?

Whichever you want, my friend.

End of the day, I've sold enough cars to know

you're not the car you're driving.