You Don't Know Me

This programme contains some strong language

and some scenes of a sexual nature

We may never know what motivated the killing,

but we're not required to prove motive.

You heard that cell site records place the defendant's mobile phone

at the scene of the murder at the time of the murder.

You've seen CCTV of him driving towards the murder site

moments before Jamil Issa was killed.

Traces of the victim's blood were found

beneath the defendant's fingernails, which he has never accounted for.

We know that the defendant knew Mr Issa,

that hairs matching the defendant's were found in Mr Issa's car.

You heard from a witness how he shouted, "You're a wasteman"

at Mr Issa, which we say was a threat.

You need to learn to take a joke, you little bitch!

You're a wasteman, Jamil! You know that? A wasteman!

You've been shown the firearm recovered from his flat.

LOUD POUNDING

Armed police! Armed police!

Come forward!

You heard evidence about the gunpowder residue on his clothing

and the ballistics report that indicates

this was the same weapon used in the murder.

He has chosen not to give evidence, which is his right.

But all the same, we say you've been given a clear picture

of who this man is.

When the defendant shot and killed Jamil Issa,

he left a very substantial trail of evidence,

and there can be no doubt whatsoever that it proves murder.

That's the case, my lord.

We will now hear the closing speech from the defence.

Members of the jury, every defendant has the right to defend themselves,

and this right can be invoked at any time.

This is what the defendant has chosen to do.

He has therefore dismissed his counsel.

You can stand there, in counsel row.

I'll remind everyone that even though you're now hearing

the defendant speak, this must not be mistaken for new evidence.

I know it's not supposed to be me who's stood here.

And I don't want it getting back to other barristers that my guy did a bad job...

..cos that's not why I fired him.

What it is...

..is I had to fire him...

..so I could get to do this one last thing, this speech...

..cos this is the last thing you'll hear.

And I could have given evidence earlier,

but my lawyer said, "Don't do it. Bad idea."

And I listened to that.

Now...

..I can see I'm going to prison for murder...

..but the truth is that I'm innocent.

I am.

I did not kill that boy.

I didn't.

And I'm sorry Jamil's dead.

But drug dealers get shot all the time...

You're a liar! Silence!

I'm sorry, but that's what he was.

Sit down, please. Sit down.

Address your remarks to the jury.

Sorry, my lord.

The prosecution's telling you, "Just look at the evidence,"

that why I did or didn't do this or that doesn't matter.

But you could have all that evidence -

you still wouldn't understand anything about what happened.

You need to know that for you to do your job.

Yes...

..I knew Jamil, but this thing...

..it's not about blood on a fingernail or some air ticket.

It's about a murder.

And somebody else did it.

I'm not a drug dealer.

And thankfully, I never been in a gang.

Want to know what I did?

I sold cars.

I loved my job.

And until Jamil came in that day,

I doubt we'd ever talked longer than ten seconds.

All right, Jamil?

What's good? Looking for a car, innit?

What are you thinking? Something fast.

Roof has to come off. Space for the girl, innit?

HE LAUGHS

How much are you looking to spend? Money's not a problem!

Do your job, innit?

Yeah, what's this one selling? This one's 85 bags on the road.

Sound system? Harman Kardon.

It's loud. Discounts for paying cash?

Going to have to talk to the manager about that one.

Alloys?

Comes standard.

I mean, you could pay for the satin black DBS rims.

Probably get you pulled over three times a day, though.

Do you think I'm dumb?

I already got a shit car for mashing work.

This one's just for fun, you feel me?

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

What? You heard what I said.

HE LAUGHS

All right, yeah, you're done. Leave. Big man, it's a joke.

You deaf? I said, you and your little boys can take your crackhead pocket money

some other place, yeah? Mind your mouth, you bitch.

Are you tucked? Is everything all right here?

Bad man over here wants to pay for an Aston in fivers.

Yeah? Well, that would be a no.

Your customer service is trash. You know that, yeah?

These are shit cars, anyway, man.

I'm going to get a real car.

Look at this, man!

Cheap! Yeah, you don't need to be touching that still.

See that? I said, you ain't got to be touching...

Jamil, let me box him.

You got four cameras on you, boy.

JAMIL LAUGHS

You're a funny guy, you know?

Come on, let's cut now.

You need to learn how to take a joke, you little bitch!

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

A wasteman!

Six months before that...

..Jamil was a kid who was bumming cigarettes off people on his estate,

and now he's wanting to pay cash for a top-of-the-range car.

How's he done that?

Exactly.

I did call him a wasteman.

But that's not some threat to kill him

or whatever the prosecution's saying.

I'm not some American mafia guy, saying, "I'll waste him."

I called him a wasteman, as in a waste of space,

cos he was chatting shit about my girl.

Sorry.

He got a rise out of me.

That's it. Done.

The way she's laid out all the evidence...

..it's like she's talking about someone I never met.

And Kyra's not even on their list.

I know that's on me, though, but to talk about Jamil,

I have to talk about Kyra...

..because everything goes back to her.

So you need to know this.

I met her...

..two years ago?

Before any of this kicked off, anyway.

Visible Walls by Kassa Overall

# I hope they let me go tonight... #

INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE

Sorry, what? I said, "What?" As in, "What are you looking at me for?"

Sorry. I thought I recognised you.

Oh, yeah? Yeah. I couldn't place you.

You know, as it turns out, I probably don't know you.

BELL DINGS

She got off after two more stops.

And after that, I'd check the same bus, same time, every day.

Took me a week to run into her again.

Now, it sounds like I was stalking her, but..

..to be fair, sometimes I had to get that bus anyway.

It was more like I was hoping.

I know where I know you from.

Where?

This bus last week.

Funny! Don't know, though.

Maybe not.

This other girl was reading a different book. It was skinnier.

What?

Like a more slender volume.

Is that how you judge a book, how much it weighs?

No, you judge a book by its cover.

Everyone knows that.

SHE LAUGHS

So what's...

..happening in this one?

The main character is missing his mum,

and he's remembering the last dinner she made him,

which was spaghetti carbonara.

Right, so it's a kid thinking about pasta?

Yeah. But I'll let you know when there's a car chase.

HE CHUCKLES

So after he was thinking about the pasta... No, we're done now.

Seriously?

This is my stop.

Is it? Yeah, it is.

What are those? Two coffees, two blueberry muffins.

And that's just for you?

Yeah. Obviously.

But now you're making me feel bad

cos you don't have any coffee or muffins.

I can see what you're doing now. Can you?

Mm. Yeah, it's kind of obvious.

Come on, tell him your recipe for carbonara!

I was thinking I'd need...ham, cheese and cream.

Don't say that in here! This is an Italian restaurant.

Cheesy ham sauce? Mate!

Yeah, but I thought making the pasta from scratch

is the big thing, right? Cos no-one does that.

Bring her here, man! We'll do her a very nice plate of spaghetti.

No, I got to make this for myself. How bananas are you, bitch?

How about cacio e pepe? It has to be carbonara.

And it has to be the most amazing thing.

All right. Get some guanciale.

It's never bacon, all right? It's never ham. It's not pancetta.