Criminal Justice

What kind of a murder is this?

Vicious, brutal, frenzied.

Did I leave my watch at your house?

Juliet. Are you going to tell him?

I know what's happening at home. I know it's hard.

You're not meant to bring the personal to court,

it's just that sometimes it's very difficult to be dispassionate.

Daddy!

"Dad, did you win your incredibly important trial?"

- What did he get? - Murder, darling. It's always life.

Put aside your feelings, and examine the evidence.

And when you do, I know you'll bring back the only possible verdict.

It's my husband. He's hurt.

- Rose. - Rose?

You have to talk about what happened.

- And you'll talk to me first. - Nailed her, sir.

She coughed.

Did she talk about why? Did anyone ask her why she did it?

What time did we finish writing these?

About an hour ago.

She didn't want a solicitor in the interview?

She was asked, but she said no.

It's on tape. It's a proper cough, boss.

I want a rape exam. She didn't mention rape.

All the more reason. Have the clocks just gone back?

You're an hour out with the timing of your notes.

Do you want a biscuit?

Go on.

I used to come here when it was police accommodation.

My friend lived here.

She was called Susan.

People aren't called Susan any more, are they?

OK. Higher and lower vaginal swabs - some discomfort,

nothing to write home about.

Dressing gown off, lie on the bed, please.

Will it harm my baby?

No bruising, no tearing, no abrasions.

Oh, so no rape.

So we've got a full confession, no sign of any physical or sexual abuse.

But there is a baby.

Sorry.

I didn't mean to...

Juliet Miller. I'm charging you with the attempted murder of your husband.

You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention

something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Can I clean my teeth?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God! I saw him yesterday.

I want you to do this.

I mean it. I want Juliet Miller to see the same faces - yours and mine.

- I've got something before 12. - Dump it.

- What's looking runnable? - Self defence, maybe.

- You don't sound hopeful. - She's not talking to me yet.

And if he dies?

- Then we look at provocation. - Nobody says it, do they?

If you're an abused woman and attack an abuser, make sure you kill him -

if you don't, it's not murder, we can't run provocation.

So is he going to die?

It's not mine. The stash belongs to my boyfriend.

- I'm sick of him. I'm not having it. - Hello, Angela.

Juliet? Anna Klein. Hello.

Jack's told me all about you. I'm going to try and get you bail. OK?

- Morning, everyone. - Morning, sir.

Number three on your list, sir. Angela Spencer.

- Is your name Angela Spencer? - Yeah.

- Date of birth? - July 16th.

- Which year? - Every year.

1985, sir.

No objection to bail if there is an address for her to go to.

What's the bruising, Miss Spencer?

- I walked into a door. - You'll have to speak up.

She walked into a door.

- 118A Bowman Street? - That's my boyfriend's.

- I don't wanna go. - Why not?

Because she walks into doors.

- Bail hostel? - There's a bed, but it's in Leeds.

Good. I'll bail you to a bail hostel.

Seven days?

I won't get back here.

The hostel will sort out getting you back for court.

They'll fuck it up. It always fucks up.

Miss Woolf?

Will I go inside if I put my hands up to this?

- Good. I'll plead. - Angela...

The stash is mine. It's a fair cop. Whatever.

- Professionally speaking... - My instructions are I wanna go prison,

because I need a break and the rehab is better.

Can I take a plea now, sir?

Just to be clear, Miss Spencer. Your solicitor will tell you,

only plead guilty if you are guilty, not for any other reason.

You will go to prison for six months.

Take her down.

Next.

Number two on your list, sir. Juliet Miller,

charged with attempted murder.

Bail position?

Repeated attempts to interfere with evidence gathering

and when the defendant saw her daughter, her behaviour was unstable.

The daughter is a probable prosecution witness, and there's a real fear

the defendant will attempt to interfere with her if granted bail.

You have to let me see her!

Please. Let me see my daughter.

Please let me see my daughter.

Please let me see my daughter!

Yes, Miss Klein?

"Extremely unstable." Any thoughts?

Your Honour, she saw her 13-year-old daughter at the police station.

She didn't know she was there because nobody had told her.

She reacted in the way that any mother would react.

Yes, she was emotional. What kind of a mother would she be

if she weren't emotional under those circumstances?

There is no direct evidence she'd try to interfere with a witness.

Except that she was arrested in the Critical Care Unit at the hospital

in the middle of the night trying to get to her husband

and had to be restrained by two police officers.

Thank you so much. Bail is refused.

No-one told me about the hospital!

It's up to the CPS how they do things in court.

They weren't at the hospital, were they? You were.

We only arrested her 12 hours ago.

I don't have time to set up ambushes to scupper bail applications.

We know a bit more than you know, that's all. Will you excuse me?

Big balls for a Doris.

You know how she got silk?

If she'd been black,

- she'd have got it even younger. - Who's that?

It's one of the neighbours. Their daughter's best friends with Ella.

They've agreed to look after her until Joe gets better.

Call me, we should talk.

Only 219 women QCs at the Bar ever, in its entire history.

I don't think your positive discrimination theory holds water.

Hello, Norma Fredericks?

Be with you in a moment. I just need two minutes with Dr Rose.

Don't look at me.

Here you go.

- When does the van go? - After lunch.

I need my methadone.

The prison will know that.

- Have you called them? - They know your needs, Ange.

I'm sorry about bail.

- Any questions about anything? - Has he woken up?

- Not yet. - What will he say when he wakes up?

You're scared of him.

I love him.

They can just carry on, when he's better, can't they?

They?

Ella and Joe,

when I'm in prison.

I mean properly in prison.

It's our job to stop that happening.

Why?

We're a long way from instructions on self defence.

It's a process.

She doesn't even know she's been abused.

Nobody can expect her head to clear at the same speed the system moves at.

- What abuse, Jack? - How do you get to be that frightened?

Tell me Juliet Miller isn't an abused woman.

Come on.

Are you a drug user?

Are you pregnant?

Would you now, have you ever, might you, consider killing yourself?

Come on.

Yes or no?

Come on!

I put yes?

Tell me no, if it's not yes.

Come on!

You're back, bitch.

Pack it in, Lola.

Up we get.

You're having a hard time,

but everyone who comes here is in trouble. You're no different.

So long as you understand that, we'll get along fine.

Do you have children?

No. You?

One?

A boy?

- How old is she? - "I love him!"

"I love him because he treats me like shit."

"I love him because I'm really useless and he's really wonderful."

Ask Jack if you love him.

- Can I go home? - Why?

To get some of my own clothes?

What's wrong with these?

I took my father's suits to Oxfam when he died.

My mum said, "Do they wear grey in Africa?"

A smile costs nothing, young lady.

Was it your idea to start taking anti-depressants?

I was feeling sad.

How's Joe?

Joe suggested the anti-depressants?

- How do you know? - Am I right?

I had to stop once I found out that I was pregnant.

You didn't tell him that?

Because you hadn't told him you were pregnant?

Will he be angry?

So you had to hide the fact that you'd stopped the pills?

I put them in the rubbish.