Half Man (2026) s01e03 Episode Script

- What do you reckon, shall we just run?
- I'll do whatever you want to do, okay?
We can run, we can stay,
we can call the police--
I'm not calling the police
on my wedding day, Niall.
- Jesus Christ.
- Well, how about we form a small gang?
Try and get him out through force?
A gang? That's your answer? Form a gang?
Well, not an official gang,
just a bunch of people who can help.
Come on, Niall.
No one here knows
a damn thing about physical violence.
I do. I box, remember?
- I'm a boxer.
- Oh, please.
You haven't boxed since you were 20.
By that logic, I'm still a student.
I'm just saying,
I'll do whatever you want, okay?
I'll go and have it out
with him now if I have to.
Don't.
Don't do that.
Let's just do it.
Okay? Let's just get through this.
- I just hope he's not here for me.
- He's not, okay?
- He's not.
- How can you be so sure?
Because I know.
I know.
How many is this cunt taking?
- Well, more than one probably.
- Sorry, guys, just finding the light.
Jesus Christ! This is Glasgow!
We lost the fucking light in May.
Just take the photo, will you?
Your printouts will be over
on the desk in around ten minutes.
Thank fuck for that.
What?
I don't get this bloody national obsession
with capturing the moment.
It's hard enough
being seen in public as it is,
let alone being trapped in time as well.
Don't give me that look, Niall.
You know I'm very proud.
Who's the chick?
Joanna.
- She likes you.
- Yeah. It's suffocating.
She's coming over.
Right, well, just play it cool, all right?
And don't make out we're more than we are.
You're ridiculous.
- You must be Niall's mum. Lori, right?
- Yes, love.
- You must be is girlfriend, Joanna?
- What?
- No, I'm not!
- Oh, sorry. My mistake.
You just seem like such an amazing couple.
- Wow! Hear that, Niall?
- Yeah. Certainly did.
Anyway, I'll see you at the pub later on
for the big celebration?
- It was nice meeting you, Lori.
- Please, call me Mum.
Okay. I will. Bye, Mum!
- Bye!
- See ya.
Oh, sorry.
You teed it up for me. I couldn't resist.
Do you know, she doesn't have a mum,
so that's just gonna make
everything worse.
Excellent!
Look, I have to talk to you
about something. Can we take a seat?
Well, what do you have
to talk to me about?
Let's just--
I'll tell you when we sit down.
- No, just tell me just now, Mum.
- Jesus Christ!
I have to ask.
Have you spoken to Ruben lately?
Nah, not so much.
We're different people these days.
Do you believe that?
There's a lot of you in Ruben.
Has to be said.
- Probably why you hate him so much.
- I don't hate him. I-- I just
I don't think
he should have done what he did.
Well, he's making up for it now, Niall.
You know he's been volunteering?
I know that.
I just don't trust it, you know?
Well, that's fine, but either way,
you're gonna have to go and see him soon.
He's feeling a little blindsided
by this court case,
and he could do with your support.
Do you have any idea
why Alby waited so long to press charges?
Well, he couldn't
while he was in a coma, could he?
I know that, Mum. Jesus. I just
He was in a coma for six months.
It's been years since then.
Come on.
You don't trot down the station
the second you wake up.
He probably spent the first few years
figuring out which hole to shit out of.
I don't know.
I just find it strange, is all.
Well, so does Ruben.
Which is why he needs
to talk to you about a change in tactic.
What change in tactic?
Look, Niall, I don't want to worry you,
but you're involved, apparently.
Something to do with you and Alby?
Anyway
I'm off to burn those printouts.
Bambi!
To what do I owe the pleasure?
No, it's just Mum said
you needed to tell me something?
- Cup of tea?
- Yeah, sure. Thanks.
- So, how was it? The graduation?
- You know, self-conscious hell.
Look, sorry I didn't invite you.
I didn't think it was your scene.
Nah. No biggy.
We'll have our own celebration.
Just the two of us when I get off.
Here. Put your fucking
weird energy into that.
Right. Well, look,
Mum said there was some
some changes in the case,
something involving me?
- Yeah, it's to do with you and Alby.
- Why? Why? What's he said about me?
Why do you always ask that?
Because I need to know!
I need to know if he's making up shit!
Okay. Sit back, you fucking dick.
I need you to say he groped me,
you know, just before I battered him.
- I'm sorry, what?
- I need you to say he groped me.
- But he didn't grope you.
- I know, but we need some sort of angle.
A reason as to why I went so "hard in."
Look, Niall.
I'm looking at up to ten years here,
and I spent my childhood
biting the nose off of cunts.
I hate putting this all on you,
but you're the difference here, bro.
Joanna didn't see it.
Celeste has disappeared
back to France to eat frogs,
and nobody's heard from her.
That leaves three people in the room.
But won't it look dodgy
that I never said this to begin with?
What, more dodgy
than a cunt waking up from a coma,
and vividly remembering it? Come on, son.
I don't know, Ruben.
Just consider it, yeah?
Hey, come down the community center.
See for yourself
all the good that I'm doing.
Meet the kids.
All the poor wee faces
that will be fucking devo if I go down.
But why a grope?
Ruben, I don't understand.
Because he's gay,
and it carries that believability factor.
You see according to my lawyer,
the only thing a jury hates
more than a thug is a fag.
- Maura's asleep!
- I don't care!
Have you heard
what Ruben's asking me to do?
Christ! Come here.
I have, yes.
Well, it's sick,
and depraved, and illegal!
- I mean, what do I even do?
- I think you should do it.
What?
- Are you serious right now?
- Yes, Niall.
It's about giving him
the best fighting chance.
- He's trying so hard right now.
- What, trying so hard.
That justifies bludgeoning someone
half to death, does it?
Look, look,
I'm only giving you my opinion--
Yeah, and I'm giving you the facts.
This could mess up my whole future.
I have my Oxford interview
coming up in two days.
The guy's traveling up here to meet me.
I need to stay focused.
You don't want to go
to a poncey place like that!
Yes! Yes, I do!
Plus, it's Creative Writing.
I I'm following in Dad's footsteps.
How are you following in his footsteps?
He worked in a bar his entire life.
If anything, you're making him jealous.
All we are asking is that you take
the time to properly consider it.
Go down the center, hang out a bit,
get to know one another again
because he's changed, Niall.
He really has, okay?
Just promise me you can do that.
There he is! The man of the moment!
Honestly, everyone's delighted
for you, Niall.
I've told them everything.
I hope you don't mind.
All the postgrad offers
you have coming in,
including your Oxford interview.
Honestly, it's amazing. It really is--
Where did that come from?
- I have no idea.
- Well, best not question it.
Much easier to do it again.
- Let's get out of here.
- Wait! What about the others?
We'll phase them out
over the summer, don't worry.
Hey.
Hey.
Last night was so romantic.
- We got a kebab and went to sleep.
- Yeah, but it was a great kebab.
I'm actually
a bit annoyed at you, Niall Kennedy.
I've been chasing you
for the best part of four years,
and now you decide
to do something about it?
- Yeah, I know what you mean.
- Yeah, and you'll be going to Oxford soon,
and once you're down there,
you won't think about me at all.
Well, let's worry about that
after the interview tomorrow.
That's not the right answer!
I'm hinting, Niall.
I want to know where I stand with you.
Look
I like you, Joanna. I really do.
And I'm keen
to explore this while I'm up here.
But, if I get in, I might just want
a completely fresh start down there.
You know, I'm hoping
it might be the change
that I need to finally,
you know, be myself.
I don't understand.
How am I stopping you from being yourself?
- It's hard to describe.
- I just find it strange.
You've never been to England,
and now you wanna go so bad.
I mean, what's it all about for you?
In a word.
Freedom.
Yes, mate! You made it!
All right, boys. Listen up!
We are in the presence of greatness.
This boy right here
is the King of Glasgow.
Graduated top of his university year.
And what do we do, kids,
when someone graduates top
of their university year?
- We clap.
- Yes! That's right, Simon. We clap!
That was a gamble.
He could have easily said "masturbate."
Here, I'll introduce you to everyone.
- You've got a good thing going on here.
- Yeah, man. Loving it.
They have this motto on the wall
at the back of the building, which reads,
- "The key to salvation is helping others."
- Oh, right. And do you believe that?
No chance.
The key to salvation
is a Big Mac meal and a pokey-bum wank.
But I can see what they're getting at.
So, what, are you doing all this
to look good in the eyes
of the jury or something?
Get to fuck!
I worked here long before
that plum decided to press charges.
You would know this,
if you ever bothered to visit me.
Yeah, no. Sorry, Ruben.
My last few years
at uni were a bit intense.
- I needed to get my head down a bit.
- Yeah, yeah. Excuses, excuses.
Forgot!
There's this big treasure hunt thing
on Sunday out in Cashel Forest.
You should join.
We're always looking for volunteers.
- I don't know, Ruben.
- No! Come on! It'll be great.
There's a northerly breeze that day too,
so, if we walk in the right direction,
we can keep the little bastards downwind.
- Yeah, sure.
- Great.
I'll speak to Malky,
get you government-checked.
Make sure you haven't fiddled anyone.
Wait a minute.
How on earth did you pass the bloody test?
My record got wiped when I was 16.
I'm clean as a whistle, baby!
Makes me wish I did more
before the cut-off point, if I'm honest.
So, what about
this latest stuff with Alby?
- Don't they mind about that?
- Nah. Innocent till proven guilty.
Plus, I explained the situation to them.
Told everyone the wee fucker groped me,
and quite frankly
they're as outraged as I am.
It's impressive, I'll give you that.
- I'm sorry?
- I'm just saying,
it's impressive that you've written
all this whilst doing your undergrad.
Where on earth did you find the time?
I know how to push myself, I suppose.
And this is all whilst sitting
as president of the Drama Society?
- That's correct.
- Good God.
It's a lot, Mr. Kennedy, I must say.
What on earth are you running from?
- You don't have to answer that.
- No, I know, and I'm I'm just
I'm sorry.
- Do you need someone?
- No! No. No, I'm fine.
- I'm happy to finish a little earlier--
- No! No! Please!
I'm sorry. Let's keep going to the end.
No
I must insist.
I've seen all I need to see.
Thank you, Mr. Kennedy.
Knock, knock.
- Hey.
- I let myself in. Hope you don't mind.
Joanna called.
She said you were in a bit of a tailspin.
How did she get your number?
My guess
is that Oedipal monstrosity on the wall.
- Didn't go well then?
- Nah.
Shit.
I suppose this is the part where you blame
this Ruben business
on why it went so badly.
Nah, it was me that messed it up.
But none of that helped.
It's just it's so much. All of this.
- Everything that's going on.
- I know, love,
but we wouldn't ask you
if we didn't think it was important.
But what's more important than my future?
My happiness? My values?
No, seriously, Mum. Seriously, answer me!
Because if you're sitting on
something here that can help me
get my head around this,
then you'd better say it now.
Because I can't just follow you
in blind faith.
And it had better be good too.
Like Ruben has a child on the way,
or Maura is dying, or something,
because I can't see any other reason
as to why you would put me in
Oh, my God.
She's dying, isn't she?
Yes, Niall.
Right, but, it's--
What is it, like, cancer or something?
Yes, Niall.
Okay.
But, like, are you worried it's serious?
Yes, Niall.
Je-- Jesus, Mum. Why didn't you say?
I didn't want to distract you
ahead of your interview.
Plus, we didn't want you
to go and tell Ruben.
He doesn't know.
And it's important
he keeps his focus right now
with everything going on.
So, that's why
you want me to do it so bad.
The truth is we're gonna need him around.
You're gonna be off
somewhere writing books,
and putting that big brain
of yours to work.
Do you really want to give that all up,
to sit at home every day
helping me move her
from the bed to the shitter?
Because I won't put her
in a home, Niall. No way.
I'll do it just to spite you.
We need an answer, Niall.
It's not fair to leave
this uncertainty hanging over us.
Not when we're going through all this.
You're a good fucker for helping me.
Can you believe they're trusting us
to take all this shit for them on Sunday?
What?
I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna give a statement.
You fucking dancer, you!
Oh, man, man, man. You motherfucker!
You kept me waiting, you bastard!
You utter bastard!
Honestly, man, what took you so long?
You had us all up in arms, questioning it.
- Who?
- Me, Maura, your mum.
We just couldn't understand it,
why you were protecting him so much.
I mean, we all had our theories.
That he was funding your uni tuition.
Or Celeste had some dirt on you
that he knew about.
I mean, Maura even joked that you
and him were getting cock-hungry together!
What?
- That's fucking ridiculous!
- I know, you twat.
Just got us all talking. I mean
there was certainly something going on
between you that day
you didn't want me to hear.
- It's nice to finally meet you, Joanna!
- It's nice to meet you!
Here, love,
I'll show you where to hang your coat.
- Look, I'm sorry to hear--
- Oh, no. Don't worry.
We don't have to go into all that.
I'm just very grateful, Niall.
I've waited the best part of six years
to get you to do something for me,
and all I needed to do was get cancer.
Thank you.
He's just had another offer from Glasgow.
So, that's six universities now,
begging for his genius.
Aren't you bored of Glasgow?
A little maybe.
It's not my first choice anyway.
What's your first choice?
Well, it was Oxford, but doesn't look like
that's happening now.
You don't want
to go to Oxford anyway, Niall.
Christ Almighty,
they'll throw pennies at your feet.
- Do you ever say anything helpful?
- No, not really.
But when I do, it's gonna blow your mind.
I think you both have a sweet dynamic.
I think there's real love there.
You know, I feel
the same way about the two of you.
So, what are your plans,
Joanna, now uni is done?
I have no idea, actually.
Maybe move back home,
and fall pregnant
at a frightfully young age
like everyone else does.
- What did you study again?
- Primary teaching.
Why don't you get a job in that?
'Cause I'll end up teaching
people like me.
And part of me needs to break that cycle.
You know, for the sake of humanity.
She's good.
You know, Maura, I didn't think
we'd get on after what Ruben did,
but I've long learned you need
to separate the parent from the child.
What do you mean?
If a child's a bad apple,
it doesn't mean the parent's the tree
or whatever the phrase.
I don't follow.
She's just saying parents can be different
from their children.
Her dad really thinks about what he says
before he says it, for example.
Sorry, am I making this weird?
No. I just want you
to explain what you meant.
Look, this is pointless.
Mum, wasn't that show on,
we were gonna watch now anyway?
No, I don't think so.
My son's had issues, and it's very easy
to see the behavior and not the illness.
- What's the illness?
- Anger.
Blind rage.
- What, love?
- No, it's just
I didn't see much blind rage
when he called me an ugly whore
and spat in my face.
If anything, I recall he was smiling.
- He's not well, Joanna.
- Yeah, a lot of people aren't well,
but they don't mangle people at 2:00
in the afternoon for no reason at all.
Well, actually,
there was a reason, Joanna.
Alby groped him.
- Are you serious?
- He did. He groped him.
That That's just utter bollocks.
- I'm sorry.
- It's the truth, Joanna.
He acted in self-defense.
Christ, if that's self-defense,
maybe I should go back to that chippy
that shortchanged me
and burn the place to the ground.
Look, you weren't there, Joanna.
I don't need to be.
I know what your brother's capable of.
Also, why have you
never mentioned this before?
It was a recent recollection.
Hold on.
You're not thinking
about saying this in court, are you?
- Well, I--
- Oh, my God. Niall, you can't!
You can get
into so much trouble lying on the stand!
It's not a lie, okay?
There was a scuffle, something happened,
and there was a grope, maybe. For sure.
Please tell me
this is some kind of wind-up.
It's not, Joanna.
So, just stay out of this.
Look, you decided
to not get involved, and that's on you.
That's because you said it would get
in the way of our relationship!
And would you look at that?
It's getting in the way.
I can't believe you.
Sorry about that.
I like her!
I just don't get why you're doing it.
All you do is moan about him.
- No, I don't.
- Yes, you do!
You said you wished
he'd move abroad the other day
- so you could be free.
- I'd been drinking.
Exactly. You've always said
the truth comes out when you're drunk.
I said that sober though,
so you really shouldn't trust it.
Wait! Come back!
Niall, don't storm away from me.
Niall, are you listening?
Niall, stop!
Please, I need to know.
Did Alby really grope Ruben?
Yes.
Not hesitating were you, Bambi?
Joanna.
Ruben.
I've been meaning to say, actually.
Thanks for doing me
a solid and not giving a statement.
I haven't done you a solid.
I just didn't see it,
and I don't wanna get involved.
- I'm Switzerland.
- I like Switzerland.
I went there once.
Okay, that's enough tension
to last the week. Shall we?
Absolutely, Bambers. Let's do it!
Hold on a minute.
Niall, wait!
Aren't you gonna say goodbye?
Yeah.
Bye.
- Is everything okay, Ruben?
- No, I'm pissed off!
With you. Hesitating back at the house.
Really? I
I was just caught out by the question.
Yeah, well, if you crumble for that bimbo,
how do you think you're gonna fare
with the jury staring in your face?
- She's not a bimbo, Ruben.
- Well, she's certainly not a barrister.
You need to be strong, Niall.
Fucking say it
with conviction to anyone that asks.
Christ. I didn't realize
all this came with acting lessons as well.
Of course it does!
Just saying it isn't enough.
You need certainty in your gut
and steel in your eyes.
Well, I I'm never gonna be
able to do that, am I?
- Why not?
- 'Cause you're asking me
to believe something
that I know to be a lie.
I mean, all the mind tricks
in the world couldn't patch over that.
Right. Fuck this!
What you doing, Ruben?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ruben, stop!
Jesus, Ruben,
you just went over something!
- What you doing?
- Get the fuck out.
What? What are you doing?
- Get the fuck out!
- No! No! I'm--
Get the fuck up!
- What you doing?
- We're practicing.
You're joking me.
Aren't you gonna be late?
Say it.
- Say he groped me.
- Come on, Ruben. This is ridiculous.
No, it's not.
I wanna see it in your eyes, Niall.
I wanna see you believe it,
so a jury will.
- Here, stand. Stand!
- Whoa!
Fucking say it then!
He groped you.
Again.
- He groped you!
- Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate
- What?
- You!
"He groped you! He groped you!"
Never have an affair,
Niall, whatever you do.
- Look, I'm trying here.
- Not hard enough!
Come on, come on!
You did all those gay plays
at university, didn't you?
- This should be easy for you!
- What's that got to do with anything?
'Cause if you can pretend
to be the Prince of Denmark,
you can pretend
the little faggot touched my balls.
I mean, I don't know about that, Ruben.
I actually think
this is harder to get my head around.
Are you serious?
The whole thing
was in a foreign language, Niall.
At one stage, you were talking to a skull.
The cunt's dead!
What you talking to him for?
Well, technically,
he was holding the skull,
- and he was talking--
- I don't give a fuck!
My point is, this should be easy for you.
I'm your fucking brother!
You knew this cunt
for five minutes!
Yeah, I get that, Ruben.
I suppose, I'm
I'm just finding it hard to wrap
my head around certain parts of it.
Which parts?
I don't know.
The whole logic of the argument, maybe?
Explain.
Well, if someone grabs your cock,
I can see why you might punch them.
But to put them in a coma for six months?
It just doesn't make sense
why it would affect you
in such a massive way.
You don't think
it would have an effect on me?
No!
At least not to the extent
where you'd almost kill him
to stop him doing it again.
Come on, Ruben.
I saw you get stabbed once
and eat Cheerios the next morning
- like nothing happened.
- So, fuck!
You superglued it shut
and poured vodka on it
whilst watching television.
- Means fuck all.
- Yes, it does!
If almost getting murdered
doesn't fill you with terror,
then how am I supposed to believe
a touch to the testicles will?
Because it's fucking different!
Someone stabs you, they attack the body.
Someone gropes you, they attack your
your fucking soul!
Who you are as a man!
That's why it's different!
Fucking sort it out, Niall!
Whatever you need to do,
to be anything
other than yourself up there, do it!
Because if you flap about like this,
I'll be the one accusing you
of groping my testicles next.
- Would you like me to try again?
- No, I don't want you to try again.
Get back in the van. I'm going for a piss.
Ruben?
I think we have a problem.
- Do we really need to carry all this shit?
- Yes, you twat!
Can't have the wee bastards
turn up with nothing to do.
- You're still annoyed at me, aren't you?
- Yes! This is all your fault.
- How?
- Hesitating like a bitch.
Winding me up
so I wasn't focused on the driving.
Are you serious right now?
Is it my fault you drove over
those planks of wood too?
Of course it is!
And it's your fault
I'm facing ten years inside.
Look, we can try again if you want?
I don't want you to try, Niall.
Don't you get it?
I want you by my side,
ready to march into battle.
- You're not gonna cry, are you?
- Fuck that. I cried once in my life.
Don't plan on doing it again.
What happened?
I was eight years old.
My dad had a heart attack.
- Jesus. That's as good a reason as any.
- No, it wasn't that bit.
It was when he came back home.
Saw him walking up
the path towards the house.
Fuck all this shit!
I'm scared, Niall.
Proper scared.
Pretty sure Maura's sick, you know.
What gives you that impression?
She's just been really nice
to me recently.
Look, I don't think that means anything.
No, the other day,
she called me to ask how I was doing.
That was it. Whole reason for the call.
Bet it's cancer.
- Well, I wouldn't worry.
- Well, I do.
And either way, ten years is a long time.
I can't have her last memory of me
be through Perspex fucking glass.
Plus, it's prison.
I know the second I go in,
I'm not coming back out.
Look, we should probably keep walking.
The kids will be waiting.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, fannies!
Ruben! Where did you go?
It's okay, fella. I'm here now.
Ruben?
What?
He groped you.
Again.
He groped you.
Jesus Christ, Joanna!
- I thought you went back to Glasgow?
- I did.
I went to see Alby.
I haven't seen him since Freshers,
and he looks awful, Niall.
Like really awful.
What did he say?
He told me everything.
You know, I've always seen
the pain that you were in,
and I could never understand
why someone with your gifts,
your looks, your brains,
could be so unhappy.
And now, I suppose I know.
You won't tell anyone, will you?
No.
But I think
it might be good for you if you did.
That's not gonna happen.
Is he gonna bring it up in court?
No.
But only because
it wouldn't work in his favor.
Something to do
with juries having more problems
with homosexuals than criminals,
which makes me ill, if I'm honest.
Hey, hey. Come here.
- It's okay.
- It's not. It's not!
- It's not okay!
- It is! Look at me. Look at me!
It's okay.
What you are is okay.
What you're doing to Alby is not.
I mean, don't you hate yourself enough
as it is already,
without spewing this hateful crap
to a room full of people?
I know, I know! But
But Maura's sick, Joanna.
- Like really sick--
- Well, that's awful, and I'm sorry,
but it still
doesn't justify lying in this way.
Yeah, I know,
but Ruben's really turned his life around.
That's crap!
Snakes can shed their skin, Niall,
but they'll always crawl on their bellies.
- Are Are we
- Finished?
Yes.
But that's not important.
What's important
is what you're gonna say up there.
Think about it.
You have a chance here
to draw a line under all of this
and start again in Oxford.
Why not do that with a clear conscience?
Well, I don't know if I'm going yet.
Yes, you do.
Your mum opened it earlier.
You've got your freedom, Niall.
Now, all I ask
is that you don't deprive Alby of his.
Just keep the change.
Say it.
Please, I need to hear it.
Who am I?
My brother from another lover.
Calling to the stand Niall Kennedy.
Please raise your hand
and repeat this oath.
"I swear by almighty God
that the evidence I will give
will be the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth."
"I swear by almighty God that the evidence
that I will give will be the truth,
the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth."
Very well.
The prosecution may now proceed.
What is your full name?
I'm sorry?
Your full name.
Niall Brandon Kennedy.
You've been called
as a witness to speak to the events
of 10th September, 1989,
where it is accepted that
Albert Safadi sustained serious injury.
You were present when it happened?
Yes. I I was, yes.
And you also claim
in your latest statement to have seen
Albert Safadi sexually assault
Mr. Pallister prior to the attack.
Is that correct?
Yes, that's correct.
I can't believe it!
- That's a lie! That's a blatant lie!
- That's enough!
Can I remind those present
that this is a court?
Now, when you gave
a statement at the time of the incident,
you did not disclose
this alleged assault to the police.
Can you explain why?
I I was I was knocked out,
and unable to, you know,
comprehend what I had seen.
But you did in this very statement
detail other information
at the time relevant to the attack.
Can you have before you Production B?
Can you please read out
the highlighted section?
"I tried to pull him away,
but I couldn't."
"He was in that place now
and nothing would stop him."
"I think I tried three
or four times before he pushed me away."
"That's when I tumbled back
and hit my head."
So, just to clarify for the court,
you remember
pulling him away three or four times,
but you do not remember
something as significant
as a sexual assault prior to this?
It appears so, yes.
No further questions.
Counsel for the defense.
You may now proceed.
Let's start from the beginning.
You met Albert Safadi that week,
on 7th September, 1989.
- Is that correct?
- Yes, sir.
And did you notice
anything unusual about his private life?
I He was a-- I suppose he was a
He-- Well, he was a
a homosexual.
How did you find this out?
He He disclosed it to me.
In what way
did he disclose his sexuality to you?
Well, he He told me.
So, he was very forthcoming
with this information?
You-- I You could say that, yes.
Did you ever feel threatened
by how forward Mr. Safadi appeared to be
with his sexuality?
I'm not sure what you mean.
It appears Mr. Safadi went out of his way
to make his sexuality known to you.
- Did you find this threatening?
- Oh, no, not really.
I mean I mean, yes.
Yes, maybe. I don't I don't know.
Sorry, can you
can you rephrase the question, please?
Would you say
he was a sexual deviant, Mr. Kennedy?
I can't.
I can't do this. I've made a mistake.
What mistake, Mr. Kennedy?
Mr. Kennedy?
He didn't grope Ruben.
He didn't even touch him at all!
You cunt! I'll fucking kill you!
No, no, no, no, no! Ruben!
Ruben, stop! Ruben, stop!
You fucking rat!
You've done it now! I'm gonna get you!
Do you hear me?
We won't come back from this!
I'll make you fucking ugly,
do you understand?
I'll make you fucking ugly!
Oh, God.
Well, praying ain't gonna save you now.
- Devil's already arrived.
- Yeah, we should probably start drinking.
Yeah, if there's anything left
for the rest of us.
- What is Ruben doing here?
- I don't know, but
I'm terrified.
Don't worry, this is your big day.
I won't let him get in the way of it.
- I can promise you that.
- Move.
- Yep.
- Fuck's sake.
All right.
Shall we begin?
Hello.
For those that don't know me,
I'm Ruben Pallister.
And I'm gonna tell you
about Niall Kennedy.