I don't like people
very much.
I'm just not a very nice person.
The world is broken.
You shouldn't watch scary
movies so close to bedtime.
We may dislike Mr. Foyle.
But we do not have to like him
to defend him.
I don't do things
for exposure, Maggie.
Why do you do it?
Because everyone deserves
a defense.
Given the press this case has
already generated, Mr. Foyle
cannot be given a fair trial.
I have no alternative
but to discharge the jury
and release the defendant.
Will, good man.
Thank you, my friend.
A pleasure. Take care.
Why don't we just see you
up there?
But hurry up.
I want to show you something.
Kate? Kate!
Dad!
Jamie!
You're defending him.
Everyone deserves a defense.
That's right, Maggie.
That's right.
No. Mum! No, Mum!
Dad! Help! Dad!
All right, all right.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's all right. Shh. Shh. Shh.
Shh.
Harris!
Trevor Harris, anyone?
Plea and case management
on Will's case.
Whole thing just got moved up.
We'll have to change the date.
Good.
No, not good at all.
We need all the bloody time
we can get.
We're absolutely sure
Will's son didn't see anything.
It's just that if we have two
witnesses statements, I mean,
it would take the weight off
the DNA if it comes in.
This is where we are.
This is what we have
to work with.
Blood, ID, alibi.
And God help us,
a following wind.
No, no, no. That's not what
I'm trying to explain to you.
Look, my wife does not wear
aftershave and I am not
the least bit interested in
Peter Rabbit collectibles.
So if you want me to join
the dots for you, someone
has stolen my wife's identity.
Yeah, well, that's not going
to happen, is it?
Well, you can't talk to her.
Yeah, I already identified her.
I walked into the mortuary
and kissed her face.
Aah!
Did I scare you?
Sorry.
I wish things could be
different, but they're not.
But if you ever want to tell me
something, anything about what
happened, I'll be here, okay?
Just come right out and say it.
I'll be listening. Yeah?
When it rains, what happens
to all the little animals?
Do they drown, do you think?
Mr. Foyle--
I used to love it when it
rained, but now I get so sad
when it's wet out because all
I can think about is all those
little bodies crawling
and squeaking at the earth
and the mud and the water
and drowning in the dark.
It's a shame the plants
have to drink.
I know they do,
but it's a shame.
I get so sad when it's wet,
especially after the summer
we had.
Mr. Foyle, we need to be
sure that you understand
your plea.
Is there any evidence
that puts me at the cottage?
You are charged on the basis
of one eyewitness
identification.
One?
Yes, one.
The son hasn't made a statement.
Not yet.
Yet. You think he saw
something.
There's only one witness.
That's what we're dealing with.
What's that?
Tea.
What kind of tea?
My tea.
We also need to talk about
your alibi, Ms. Morris.
We go into considerable
detail on our defense statement
about our whereabouts that
evening and we are confident
Ms. Morris will support this.
Then why do we need to
discuss this?
Because we need to discuss
this.
Mr. Burton is the only
witness in this whole case,
so he can't act for himself.
You're well-versed
in criminal procedure?
I did a law course.
Oh, really? Where was that?
Cambridge.
Anglia Polytechnic University.
We probably cycled past
one another on Silver Street.
It's a small world.
Indeed.
Yes, you're right.
Mr. Burton will not be in court.
As he's a witness, he cannot
act for the Crown in any way.
It's just that he kept
beating you, is all.
He's not allowed to be there.
So he just has to watch?
I suppose so.
Besides, it was very dark.
Indeed.
A shame about all those
animals, isn't it?
You have qualms.
Beg your pardon?
This your first big defense.
You're working late.
You have qualms.
He lost his wife.
But if the tables were
turned, he would not hesitate.
This is how it works.
You said that if I was Will--
Ah, but you're not him,
are you?
Not yet, anyway.
All right.
I've probably only got about
five minutes.
It's been a crazy morning.
How's it looking?
Every time I pass the
conference room, there's a huge
queue of people knocking
on the door.
Everyone wants to help, mate.
Who's leader?
Mr. Mayfield.
Mr. Harris is his junior.
Everyone else was busy.
Any idea what they're
running with?
You don't have to say anything
if you don't want to.
Forensics found a size 12
boot print in the garden,
but all Foyle's footwear
is a size 9.
No match on the tread,
so as far as I can tell,
they're all waiting for the
forensics report, the crime
scene blood, plus your ID
of him.
And?
I think that's it.
What about his alibi?
One of his neighbors said
she had dinner with him.
They're looking into possible
angles.
What's this woman's name?
Eileen Morris.
Say that again.
Eileen Morris, right?
Did a little rooting around
in the old case file.
This is all
I could come up with.
He's a bird fancier,
if you remember.
See who is presenting him
with that trophy?
Parish Council Event
Committee Co-chair
Eileen Morris.
That's all I've got for you,
I'm afraid.
There's something else
I'm sure I've seen on him
somewhere else.
Thanks, Bob.
You're welcome.
Foyle's alibi might not be
as solid as they're making out.
How do you know that?
It doesn't seem fair.
Biggest legal brain in the
building can't even talk to
them about your own bloody case.
No, I can't, not directly.
It's not like I'm defending him
anymore, is it?
Do you have any idea where the
Sandra Mullins case files are?
I think so, yeah. Big box.
I stubbed my toe on it
last week.
Do you think it might be
near my office?
I think it could be.
Mr. Harris.
Did you see
the Collingswood arson brief?
The private one?
Yes. I caught sight of it
as it flew passed me
at high velocity
on its way to one of the silks.
Why don't you take a page
out of Tara's book?
My nose is brown enough
already, thank you.
She does what she has to.
Why don't you do that
now and then?
'Cause then I'd be like
Tara, wouldn't I?
You heading over?
Foyle's making his plea.
Well, that's a start,
isn't it?
How's it looking, do you think?
No sign of DNA at the scene,
single eyewitness, recognition
under duress, not a lot of
wiggle room.
I mean, Will's boy was there,
but if he had seen something,
well, he would have said
something, wouldn't he?
Mr. Harris...
Don't.
No, I been thinking.
Well, stop. I mean it.
Time to go.
Hi, Jamie. Welcome back.
Okay?
See you.
You all right?
Liam Michael Foyle, you are
charged on this indictment
with one count of murder.
How do you plead?
Not guilty.
My Lord, given the lack of
evidence at this time, we are
serving a bail application
notice.
First I've heard of it,
my Lord.
It was served in good time.
I thought I gave it to you.
Well, I read it.
Bail granted subject to
conditions as per application.
Thank you, my Lord.
And also, I have spoken to the
list officer this morning who's
informed me there is a slot
available for a week long case
on the 31st.
Very well then.
Wait a minute. That's only
a few weeks away.
It hardly gives us any time
to prepare the evidence.
What evidence?
Mr. Foyle, you may leave
the dock.
All rise.
Never said thank you.
Oh, you're welcome.
See you soon.
Yes.
You're in a lot of trouble.
I made you some crumble.
I must have left my cage
open because a little birdie
just bailed me out.
You shouldn't have done that,
Eileen, really.
It takes half an hour.
That's not what I'm talking
about.
Oh, please. I was happy
to pay.
Welcome home.
Apple or plum?
Oh, rhubarb.
It's in the fridge at Parish
Council waiting for you.
It won't be there too long,
I promise.
Lots to be getting on with.
Sure. I fed them every day
just like you asked.
Good.
Everybody's hungry.
All right, let's run it
again, shall we?
Postmortem indicates Kate
was strangled before he cut
into her.
The knife entered her--
Any update on the footprints?
Locus is littered with them,
all the wrong size.
After that, the blade passed
through the trachea.
No, you don't pass through
the trachea.
It's a sawing motion, the core
strength of a fast bowler.
Get one hell of a blood spatter.
Will's here.
How in the hell did this
happen?
The usual way.
He walked in through
the front door.
Well, go and close
the bloody folder, will you?
There's pictures of his wife.
You need to call ahead
if you're gonna just turn up.
I work here, too.
Everyone's behind you
on this.
You get caught trying to
influence the case, you're
jeopardizing the entire
enterprise.
You're the only witness,
so hands off.
Protocol doesn't just need to be
followed, it needs to be seen.
I know. I actually studied
law at university.
To be quite frank, we'd
prefer it if you didn't even
come to chambers.
No, if I have to stay home
one more day, I swear I'm gonna
kill somebody.
I need to work, please.
It was today, wasn't it,
the plea?
They didn't call you?
They should have called you.
Talk to me.
Not guilty.
Remanded where? Scrubs?
Actually, he got bail.
Already in custody,
no risk of absconding.
It's conditional, of course.
When? When was this?
This morning.
You should really be doing this
through the proper channels.
Hi. It's Will Burton,
Jamie's dad.
Will you tell him I'll be there
to pick him up?
He left with Alfie.
They said they were getting
the bus together.
All right, thanks.
Colin, have you seen Jamie?
No, no, I haven't.
Okay.
Huh? Anything?
Is he here?
They said he's already left.
Why didn't you call me?
Hi, Pat. Is Jamie there?
I was wondering if he came home
with Alfie.
Have you tried the library?
Oh, that's my stop.
See you at school.
Did he get off
at Alfie's stop?
Okay, all right.
No, no, don't worry.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Thanks. Well, that's that.
I'm calling the police.
Jamie?
Where the hell have you been?
We went to the shop.
Did you talk to anyone?
No.
Look, I want you to promise
me you will not talk to anyone
you don't know, all right?
Not on the street, not on the
playground, not anywhere.
I'm picking you up from school
from now on, okay?
Every single day, okay?
Dad!
Just give me a minute.
The sea lions of Moscow
are horny this time of the year.
Up yours.
Oh, relax.
Come on, let's go upstairs.
Why?
Come on, boy.
Come on.
Couldn't meet in the park?
The best place to hide,
in a crowd in plain sight.
Plain stupid.
We're just chatting.
Two blokes having a chat.
What do you want to do?
Let's talk football.
I used to love our team.
I still love our team.
You know what I think
the problem is?
We're missing our star striker.
There's no way he can play.
It's against the rules.
He's not going to score
goals sitting on the bench,
can he?
Can't even watch the match.
He's forbidden from watching
the match.
Absolutely. So I'm thinking
that from time to time maybe
I could get someone to talk to
you about our attacking game?
Danny...
Door's over there if you're
feeling uncomfortable.
Well, I say, door.
You need a better goalmouth
strategy.
Christ, don't do that!
What's the matter?
Trevor.
Hi.
What's the matter?
You do know what it is
you're doing?
What we're doing, don't you?
What is it we're doing
exactly?
We're...talking.
About football.
Here we are, some men
talking about football.
Nothing wrong with that.
Except when footballers talk
about football before the
match, they don't lose their
jobs, do they?
I know this is a big ask.
Look, I appreciate you must
have been hoping that Mayfield
had picked someone else,
someone more suited perhaps
to something like this.
But the fact is, everyone else
was gainfully employed.
Well, I'm just sorry
it had to be me.
You're the hardest working
barrister in the set.
Well, I--
Thank you, all the same,
I need to think about it.
Foyle had a storage unit.
He told us about it during
the Sandra Mullins trial.
He cleared it out.
He stopped paying for it
six months before the murder.
It played no further part
in the proceedings.
Someone took it on after him
and her name is Eileen Morris.
If something's not turning up,
it just might mean you need to
look for it somewhere else.
Probatio vincit praesumptionem.
Thanks for the drink.
You're very welcome.
That's for you, by the way.
What's that?
Collingswood brief.
Mr. Spencer's off on holiday.
Where's he going?
I haven't decided yet.
I need to ask you something.
In the cottage, you know,
you didn't actually see
that man, did you?
It was dark.
Sorry.
I shouldn't have asked.
What?
Am I disturbing you?
What do you want, Peter?
Can you spare an hour
tonight?
It's late.
You didn't answer
the question.
Tonight's a bit difficult.
Difficult for all of us,
my dear.
Foyle is our client.
He's called a meeting.
We have a duty to listen.
He sounds very insistent.
Yeah.
Says he's remembered
something.
I said yes.
Straight to voicemail.
Send a clerk round.
Where?
Harrods.
His house. To his house.
We can't do that.
I'm not staying here
all night.
Hi. It's Kate.
I'm not here right now,
but leave a message. Bye.
Hi. It's Kate.
I'm not here right now,
but leave a message. Bye.
Hi. It's Kate.
I'm not here right now,
but leave a message. Bye.
Hi. It's Kate.
I'm not here right now,
but leave a message. Bye.
Maggie!
It's me, it's me, it's me!
Jesus, you were half taken
away from an eye patch.
Foyle murdered
Sandra Mullins.
You need to know that.
You said otherwise in court.
I see things a little
differently now.
If you had reservations
about him, you should have
acted on those.
He claimed his innocence
and I spoke for him.
I lawyered him out of it
and that's all.
But I know he killed her.
He's a murderer.
There's not a doubt in my mind.
You and I differ
on this point.
I mean it.
You need to be careful.
You can't stand to see me
do well, can you?
This is good for me.
Good for you?
I'm truly sorry for what
happened to you, but this is
the job.
Work is work, that's it.
Foyle murdered Kate.
You let that man in,
you're risking everything.
Don't make the same mistake.
Good night, Will.
I mean it.
Don't be alone.
Did your friend find you?
Friend?
Yeah, he rang your doorbell.
What makes you think
he was my friend?
He put your bin bag out
for you.
The blood was all Kate's.
No DNA matched to Foyle
whatsoever.
What does that leave exactly?
Will's ID of Foyle
in the locus, going for this
alibi, and that's it.
Well, does that even get you
through the door?
All the same, we need to
collate some skeleton arguments
on how to beat a Turnbull
Direction should it come to it.
That's like arguing with
a tube train in a tunnel.
I don't see they have much
choice.
No. Well, quite.
Yes, thank you for all
your help.
We said we'd be there for him.
Yes, well, we will be.
How exactly?
I think we've missed
a trick.
I've been digging in the old
files.
There was a storage unit.
Foyle had one before
the Sandra Mullins murder.
It didn't make it into the
evidence because he'd emptied it
six months before.
It was passed on
to somebody else.
Want to guess who?
She's his alibi.
She cooked him dinner at her
home.
Okay. You're sure
she was paying for this?
Direct debit ever since.
If we're drawing a blank on the
link to the locus, it doesn't
mean that there isn't one.
It might just mean that we're
looking in the wrong place.
Probatio vincit praesumptionem.
Get a call into the O.I.C.
for me, will you?
We need a warrant in motion
and in the meantime, let's
revisit all we have about
Eileen Morris.
The O.I.C. for you.
It's like he's finally
worked out how to switch on
his brain.
What is it?
They called me again
about my statement.
I thought you gave one.
They asked me to clarify it
again.
And what did you say?
Well, I told them the truth.
I told them all about
our evening.
Well, there you are then.
But why do they need
to check up on me like that?
I don't know.
There's nothing to worry about,
is there?
No, I suppose there's not.
You're freezing.
Why don't you come in
for a minute?
I just have to pop home
first.
No, that's okay.
Okay. Okay.
You know anything
about kettles?
Oh, it's switched off
at the wall.
Oh.
These people, these lawyers,
they don't see you.
Did you know that?
No.
They don't have an ounce of
mercy in them.
I'll be honest, Eileen.
They can be very manipulative.
Eileen, I want to protect you
as best I can.
I really do.
But I need you to be a little
more sure of yourself.
Sure?
Of yourself.
Yeah, I think I can do that.
Yes.
You be you
and I'll be them.
Ms. Morris, can you tell
the court where you were on the
evening of the 3rd of December?
I was at home.
What did you have to eat?
Spaghetti carbonara.
Wrong.
Con funghi.
Wrong.
No, it's not.
No, it's not?
I don't understand.
Have courage in your
conviction.
Don't let them rattle you.
What did you have to eat?
Spaghetti con fu...
I'm all confused.
Are you, Eileen?
Are you confused?
Yeah.
Confused doesn't help us.
Confused makes everything
go away.
Am I hurting you?
Yes.
Am I hurting you?
No.
Now what did you make
for dinner that night?
Spaghetti carbonara?
Cup of tea?
Gavin, can I ask your expert
opinion on something?
Yes, of course.
A barrister can't coach
a witness, correct?
Gross misconduct.
He'd be out in a flash.
What about a witness
coaching a barrister?
I have a friend who is
displaying a sudden
and surprising burst of talent.
I think he's getting help.
Well, he's not just risking
his own neck, he's risking
his case, his client and
the reputation of his chambers.
So for the sake of your chum,
I suggest you find out
what's going on.
Thank you.
Did you need to go
in the other one?
They're both mine.
Yes, we will.
Well, it's a bit of a--
sorry--a bit of a squeeze.
All right.
This one's mine as well.
They found a size 12 boot
in that storage unit.
It's a strong candidate
to match the tread in the locus.
Foyle's a size nine,
of course, doesn't stop him
wearing a bigger boot.
Yeah, forget the alibi
and focus on the boot.
Get her on the stand and make
the connection.
But if we call her as our
witness, we can't cross-examine
her on the alibi, can we?
The whole basis of that
alibi is good character.
It's a hard sell to undermine
her directly.
But you show in court that they
have undisclosed connection to
this storage unit, you're
undermining her credibility.
But you may not have to do any
of that if you can prove
this boot to the scene.
It's a big choice,
but it's bite the bullet time.
I think that's the way you
should go.
Tara's here. Walk away.
Prove the link and undermine
her at the same time.
Double bubble.
Oh, and make sure that warrant
was kosher.
Trev, looking a little bit
lost there.
Tara, hi.
What are you doing here?
Danny around?
Why? You seen him?
How bad?
She saw Harris and she might
have seen you, too.
So we're burned. We're done.
So what happens now?
We cross our bloody fingers.
I'm very sorry.
I crossed a line.
Yes, you did.
I'm so stressed
about everything.
I'm sure you are.
I'll see you later.
It's the first day
of the trial today.
They'll be arguing
about evidence.
Jury's not in yet.
You remember the drill.
I'm probably going to take Jamie
up to the cottage this weekend.
Go through your stuff.
I think it's time.
It might be good for him,
you know.
You were always better at that
sort of stuff than me.
We'll see how it goes.
That way it's done before
I have to take the stand.
Everyone's doing what they can.
Everyone's been great.
A lot of people really love you.
We'll do our best, okay?
I promise.
Relax. So they found a boot.
Big deal. It's not DNA.
You stick with what we agreed.
Finalize the evidence.
Eileen will come through for us.
Mr. Foyle?
We had dinner together.
She'll confirm that under oath.
So the boot's not a problem?
Not from where I'm sitting.
Just him
and what he says he saw.
As it stands, yes.
As it stands.
You sure you're up for this?
Right.
Shall we start in here?
There you go.
It's all right.
It's okay.
Dad?
Yeah?
Can I sell my books on eBay?
You can do whatever you want
with them.
I might do the same myself.
You?On eBay?
You're rubbish with computers.
Yeah, me. What?
There's no way. No way.
Can't even turn a computer on.
I mean, I would eat my hat
and I don't even have a hat.
Dad?
Mum said it was a surprise,
a nice surprise.
Speed dial five,
would you please?
What's going on, Dad?
I need to speak to someone
and then we'll go back, okay?
Get ready to dial.
Please, can we go back now?
Please press five on that
phone and hold it down.
Hello?
When were you planning
on telling me?
Will?
When he was in jail?
Never? Were you just gonna send
me an ultrasound in the post?
I want a meeting with everyone
tonight.
You, Gavin, the coroner,
everyone! Hang up.
Listen to me!
Sorry, Jamie.
Do you hear me?
I should have fought him
harder.
It's my fault. I'm sorry.
I should have tried again.
Jamie, what are you saying?
I scratched his head.
You scratched him
with your hands?
And then I hid.
You were in a box
by the door.
Not the first time.
You moved?
Dad, look out!
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
I just need you to take
a nice deep breath, okay?
And now I want you to explain
to me exactly what happened.
Yeah?
Maggie, Peter.
Forensic team just found DNA
at the cottage.
Foyle's?
Mm-hmm. The boy moved.
They found a sample
under the sink.
Get on the phone
and get Maggie!
I want my legal team,
not you, Simkins!
You're driving me up the wall!
I can't hear you speak anymore!
DNA, it is, Mr. Foyle!
It's DNA!
What does DNA mean?
Get Maggie here now!
What kind of DNA
is DNA that we drop?
Where did this DNA come from?
Mr. Simkins!
I can't tell you, Mr. Foyle.
Is it from hair?
Mr. Simkins, is it from semen?
You've locked him in.
He said he'll only speak
with you.
You've locked him in.
Correct. We were discussing
his alibi and the conversation
drifted to the new DNA evidence.
And you let it.
It's only a low count sample
manifestly unreliable if we do
our job properly.
Well, he's not gonna see it
that way, is he?
I suppose not.
It puts me there.
You're concerned about
the DNA?
It puts me in that cottage.
It puts me at the locus,
Margaret, and now they think
it's me.
They might think it says you
were in the cottage.
Is this how it's going to be
here on in?
You think I like spending
my entire life sitting
in an airless room
with his coffee breath?
It's like an infernal machine.
It chews you up, doesn't speak,
doesn't listen, just keeps
moving forward.
There's nothing you can do.
Okay.
We need to back up
for a moment.
We?
We have a very clear alibi.
We?
You love it, don't you? We.
We are one and the same.
In terms of this trial,
our fates are intertwined.
No, we don't go to prison,
do we?
We were not in the cottage.
No, we weren't.
So, we need to work out
why the DNA would say that.
But it's science and you
can't argue with science.
I can, Mr. Foyle.
In fact, I can be
very persuasive.
Good.
Be upstanding in court.
Mr. Burton, I know this
is going to be hard for you,
given the circumstances,
so please take your time.
I saw him through the window.
Him being?
Liam Foyle.
He was known to you?
Yes. I'd just defended him
in a criminal trial.
How often would you say
you saw him during that period?
Almost daily, over the trial
period six months.
Is there any doubt in your
mind whatsoever that the man
you saw during those times was
the same man you saw staring at
you through the kitchen window?
None whatsoever.
Ms. Gardner?
Mr. Burton, you are
a practicing criminal defense
barrister, are you not?
Yes.
If a situation arises where
a case against an accused
depends to a great extent
on the identification of the
accused, is there a warning
the judge should give the jury?
Yes.
What is that warning called?
It's called a Turnbull
Direction.
In your professional
opinion, is it important for
the judge to warn the jury
of the need for caution before
convicting anyone in any case
that relies so heavily
on eyewitness identification?
Yes.
Should the judge in that
situation ask the jury
to closely examine every
circumstance in which
the identification was made?
Yes.
Would--
I can list them for you
if you like.
No, thank you. I'm more than
capable of recalling them
on my own.
When you found her body,
who did you see in the window?
I saw Liam Foyle.
You had no doubt whatsoever
it was him?
Yes.
There was a second
individual present at the time
Kate Burton was killed,
wasn't there?
Mr. Burton?
Yes.
This would be your son James.
Is that right?
Yes.
Well, according to his
statement, he was unable to
make any identification
of the attacker whatsoever.
Is that right?
He's nine years old.
He was hiding in a box.
So if I might ask again,
is it your understanding that he
was not able to identify
the attacker?
Yes.
So 50% of persons present
were not able to give
a positive identification
of the attacker.
Mr. Burton, when a jury
convicts, is it beyond
all doubt?
Is that the term?
Reasonable doubt.
Beyond reasonable doubt.
Now let's have a think about
what might be reasonable
in this situation, shall we?
When you saw the man you are
alleging was the accused,
Mr. Foyle, was it dark?
Yes.
Were you under stress?
Is that a serious question?
She was pregnant.
Did you know that?
Mr. Burton.
My Lord, Part Seven,
Code of Conduct.
Please try and remember that
you are a witness, not counsel
in this case, Mr. Burton.
My Lord, I am fully aware
of the tragic circumstances
we have surrounding us and I am
keenly aware of Mr. Burton's
incomprehensible loss.
But in the case we have before
us, Mr. Burton's distress
cannot be avoided if my client
is to be given a fair trial.
Very well then.
When you saw the man in the
garden, were you under stress
in any way?
Yes.
What is a Bar Standards
complaint?
It's a formal letter
listing a complaint against
a practicing barrister.
Have you ever received
such a complaint?
I have.
Can you tell us who wrote
that complaint?
A former client of mine
wrote it.
His name, please.
Liam Foyle.
In a dark room in the shock
and trauma of finding your wife
in a pool of blood on the
floor, holding her in your
arms, still unclear as to where
your son was, you look up at
the window and you see a man,
a man who recently had been
given cause to make a serious
complaint against your conduct
to the Bar Standards board,
a man whose absence from your
life would be very useful
indeed.
But it wasn't that man,
was it, Mr. Burton?
You just wanted it to be.
You have to stop her.
It's a bit late for that.
She's twisting the facts
around to make them wrong.
Doing a good job of it, too.
If defense had a problem,
they should have argued it
at the appropriate time.
The issue has only just
come to light.
There is compelling evidence!
Can I come around tonight,
please?
Please, I'm freaking out.
How did he know?
There's no way he could have
known.
When you killed her,
did she die quickly?
How do you live with yourself?
You had us all worried
for a minute.
I'm just full of surprises.