The Jury s01e02 Episode Script
Episode 2
'The time is just about eight minutes past seven.
We're talking about the bill to do away with trial by jury this morning, because the select committee for justice is about to deliver it's verdict on the subject.
' On the line we're joined by Eleanor Duncan, the Minister for Justice, the strongest proponent of the bill.
Good morning.
'This subject is stirring up very strong feelings indeed and that's hardly surprising.
' You are proposing the abolition of trial by jury full stop.
'Yes, I certainly would.
Why? Trial by jury brings far fewer convictions than magistrates.
It's also prone to sick leave, absenteeism, judges only, and is therefore ' 'This is just another way of the government saving money.
Trial by jury takes significantly longer than a trial with judges only and is much more of a burden to the taxpayer.
' Morning.
Morning.
It's all above your head apparently.
Mmm? According to her.
You're all unemployed.
You barely speak English and you're too stupid to understand.
Perhaps I should make them aware of your doctorate in optometry.
Probably would too.
Oh, don't look like that.
It's one of my last remaining pleasures to boast on your behalf.
Have you got everything you need? Yes, I'm fine, you go.
Lasagne or shepherd's pie tonight? Darling, don't worry about me.
All right.
Shepherd's pie it is.
I'll do the shopping at lunch time.
Bye.
Bye.
' jury tampering and corruption ' Now she's saying you're all corrupt.
Stupid woman.
Your mother and I owe you an apology.
You were right.
We have no right to interfere.
I promise we won't speak to anyone about exempting you.
And we won't ask any more questions, OK? But please never run off like that again.
You know it's our job to look after you.
And you know, because of your condition, you need a little extra support.
You've got to let us do our job, understood? Now, eat up and I'll take you to court.
No! I'm going on my own.
Let him go.
Rashid! (PHONE RINGS) 'Hello, this is Jonathan Bamford.
Please leave a message.
' Oh, dear.
I can tell by the look on your face you have not slept well.
Not a wink.
You're not good without your eight hours, we know that much.
As it happens, I've got a few things to worry about.
You're not the only one.
Have all articles of incorporation been provided? Has there been a complete declaration of revenue streams? How accurate is the valuation of our assets? Are there hidden liabilities? The compliance stuff their lawyers have is a nightmare.
I work in PR not mergers and acquisitions.
There you go again.
What? Making this all about you.
Quick reality check.
If I get caught, Theresa, we both go to jail.
Don't be ridiculous.
It's here in black and white.
To personate a juror is a serious offence against public justice and will be punished accordingly.
Only if you're from the defendant's family or something.
It is not necessary to prove any corrupt motive.
The offence is to take the oath in the name of another.
Jail, Theresa.
For getting you off jury service.
Why "personate"? What? Not "impersonate".
What's the difference? (SIGHS) What do you want me to say? "Sorry" would be a start.
"How could I have done this to you?" Something, anything other than banging on about how much stress you're under when you're making a fortune.
OK, I understand.
And in return for giving me this opportunity, I give you my word you can look forward to a raise.
A meaningful raise.
It's not gonna be much good to me on Death Row.
And a promotion.
To what? What do you have in mind? Partner.
Sod off.
All right, partner salary, then.
Sod off again.
All right, junior partner with a guarantee of an assistant.
But you are an assistant.
All assistants need an assistant.
Ask around.
All right.
We'll talk after it's done.
You'd better go, keep us both out of jail.
(CHATTER) Hurry up, man.
OK.
OK.
TAPE: What is the supreme law of the land? The constitution.
What does the constitution do? It sets up the government and protects basic rights of Americans.
What do we call the first ten amendments to the constitution? The Bill of Rights.
Name three American Indian tribes.
Cherokee, Huron, Apache.
Every six weeks, I want your rent in advance.
All right, OK? Tahir.
Here.
It's the one you've been waiting for, isn't it? Yes.
OK? Ungh.
(GASPS) (SHOUTING) (SIREN AND HORN) Next please! Step through, please, madam.
Next, please.
Mr Mallory.
I call the first witness for the Crown.
(FOOTSTEPS) I swear by almighty God that the evidence I give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Please give the court your full name.
Tanya Jane Hawkins.
And your occupation? Managing Director of inloveinlondon.
com An upscale online introduction agency.
Am I right? Yes, that's correct.
And Holly Jackson, the first victim, was one of your subscribers? Yes, she'd been with us for about a year at the time of her death.
Have you ever seen her application form? Yes.
Anything unusual about it? No.
A woman in her mid thirties looking to meet an attractive man with a good sense of humour for romance and companionship.
I'd say that was entirely typical.
Which brings us to Alan Lane.
Also a subscriber to your agency.
Yes, although his subscription had been cancelled by the time of the murder.
Why? Because we'd received more than one complaint about Alan Lane's behaviour from female subscribers.
And what was the nature of those complaints? That he'd been aggressive when certain ladies refused to meet him again.
Abusive, intimidating.
And what did you do? Obviously we immediately discontinued his subscription.
In situations like that we move very swiftly.
Thank you.
No further questions.
Miss Hawkins, listening to you just now, one could infer that you thought Ms Jackson to be an entirely respectable subscriber.
Yet Mr Lane quite the opposite.
Is that fair? Yes.
So if you had your way, you'd have 30,000 of the former and very few of the latter? Well, none of the latter, thank you.
Interesting because having had a chance to look at their online application forms, it's clear that wholesale fraud and deception were actually only being practised by one of them.
Let's start with Ms Jackson's age.
She claims in her application to be 32.
But we know at the time she joined, she was 37.
She also claims to be in full-time employment as a personnel manager in a large insurance company.
Whereas, in fact, she had lost her job two years earlier.
She claimed to have been single but was very much married.
Claimed to enjoy working out, be a devoted member of a book club, love exotic holidays and travel.
But records show she was neither a member of a gym nor a book club and had never travelled further afield than Gran Canaria.
In contrast, every claim Alan Lane made in his application, about his job, his marital status, what he was looking for in a partner, were 100% true.
I'm sorry, perhaps I missed it, was there an actual question? Oh, yes, there was.
Here it comes again.
Nice and slowly, so that you don't miss it this time.
Having had a chance to view their online application forms, it's clear that wholesale fraud and deception were only being practised by one of them.
Were you aware of that? A simple yes or no answer at this point will do just fine.
No, I wasn't aware of that.
Thank you.
That's it for now.
MALLORY: I call the next witness for the crown.
Your full name and rank, please? Detective Inspector Paul Bevan.
Specialist Crime Directorate.
Detective Inspector, please tell the court where you were on the morning of 6th February, 2006.
At Kingsbridge Area Homicide Office where I am based.
And this is where you were when the phone call came through from Holly Jackson's cleaning lady? Correct.
We received a call from Ms Martinez at 9:25am.
What did you do next? I immediately despatched the Homicide Assessment to the scene and followed myself shortly after.
And what did you find? A house with no visible signs of forced entry.
A sitting room where two people had been sitting drinking wine.
And a bedroom upstairs where the victim lay on the floor.
There was visible bruising around her neck which suggested death by strangulation.
This was later confirmed at the post mortem.
At this point, you were still unsure of the victim's husband's whereabouts? That's right, but we were very quickly able to establish an alibi for him.
Mr Jackson was at a sporting event with their son.
Which meant the investigation very quickly began to focus elsewhere.
On some form of lover perhaps? Correct.
But no immediate idea who at this point? No.
But subsequent analysis of the victim's laptop uncovered a chain of e-mails with an anonymous correspondent called Valiant, arranging to meet at 6:30pm on Saturday 4th February, 2006.
We were later able to establish that Valiant was one of many identities or handles used by Alan Lane, whose fingerprints were also discovered on a glass on the victim's bedside table.
In his subsequent statement to the police, Lane said that when Mrs Jackson suggested they retire to the bedroom, he was offended by the idea, made his excuses, and left.
What is your opinion? We suggest that instead of leaving he became violent and murdered her.
Thank you.
No further questions.
Detective Inspector, whilst I'm sure we all greatly appreciated your account I'm afraid in the end it amounted to nothing.
Why? Because you told us nothing new! We know all that already.
We know there was no sign of forced entry and that Alan Lane was there that night.
His statement says as much.
We know that he had a drink of water in the sitting room with Holly Jackson and that subsequently she invited him upstairs.
His statement confirms that, too.
But what his statement also insists is that he never went into the bedroom.
If you believe that, you'll believe anything.
So I would like to ask you about that glass of water.
If I may? You mean the one with his fingerprints on it? Found in the bedroom on a table beside the victim's dead body? Yes.
That one.
Were the only fingerprints found on that glass those belonging to the defendant? No, of course not.
Whose else were there? The victim's.
The victim's? Presumably she poured the glass of water for him.
He was her guest.
And handed it over.
I see.
But if her fingerprints are on that glass, it could mean that she took the glass of water up to the room herself.
It could, but why would she have taken his glass? She took it up to bed after he'd gone.
She was dead before he was gone.
The truth is you have nothing that actually places Lane in the bedroom upstairs.
We have a dead body, ma'am.
No, Detective Inspector, you have nothing.
Not a single shred of forensic evidence that connects Alan Lane to Holly Jackson's body.
Despite the best efforts of your colleagues in the past.
Up yours, sister.
Ms Watts, as Queen's Counsel you should know better.
Sorry, my Lord.
We'll break there.
Back at two o'clock, please.
Clear the court.
All rise.
Never heard anything like it.
Complete loss of discipline from you and the witness.
Referencing the previous trial like that.
You should be ashamed of yourself! Any more of that and I will have no choice but to discharge the jury and you'll be left to bear the cost of the entire trial.
Yes, my Lord.
I'm just calling to confirm my appointment with Dr Barker at 5:30.
Excuse me, Ms Hawkins.
Yeah.
I was in court with you just now.
I wondered do you have a business card? Oh, yeah.
Yeah, of course.
Generally it's safe, isn't it? Using an agency like yours? It's perfectly safe.
I can assure you.
Thank you.
What was all that about, do you think? In court just now between the defence counsel and the judge? I know.
It felt like something everyone knew about except for us.
That's exactly how it felt.
So what do you think so far? Guilty? Not guilty? Just between us.
Didn't they say we shouldn't discuss this? Well, what shall we discuss? I'm assuming there's been no progress over you getting to America? A letter arrived today.
I have an appointment for a visa application at the American Embassy.
Good for you.
And if this goes well, you can join your brother in Omaha, Nebraska.
Omaha, Nebraska.
Where's that? It's the middle of nowhere, isn't it? Yes.
But its central location is also its virtue.
It's made the city an important national transportation hub.
Is that so? With the world's largest artificial swamp.
And the city is the birthplace of numerous sports figures including 1960 Olympic gold medallist Bob Booza and Baseball Hall-of-Famer Bob Gibson.
I can quite see why you want to turn your back on an inconsequential city like London with its Charles Dickens, Isaac Newton, William Shakespeare, Karl Marx.
I mean, Olympic gold medallist Bob Boozer.
Not to be sniffed at.
Jam roly-poly today? Not for me.
(SIREN) Me again.
Can't keep away.
Booth number four.
Four.
MADONNA: Holiday Oh.
Oh.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
No, it was my fault.
Are you all right? I'm fine, sorry, I was miles away.
No, here, let me help you.
Thanks.
Actually I have an idea where you might have been in your thoughts.
I hope that isn't presumptuous.
I recognised you from court.
I've been in the public gallery.
It's all right, I'm not on one of the legal teams.
Quite the opposite.
Actually, I'm you.
Or was? I was a jury member.
In the first trial.
Do you want brown or white bread with that? And then when it went to appeal, and the verdict was overturned it was devastating.
I can imagine.
You'd have given it so much time.
Invested so much of yourself.
So did you reach unanimity? We did.
Each of us, all 12, was absolutely certain he was guilty.
People with nothing in common, from all walks of life, speaking as one.
It was a very powerful actually moving experience.
And the idea that suddenly our voice, our judgement should count for nothing? I can't speak for the others, but I found it almost violating.
Of course.
We were just so invested.
So when it went to the Court of Appeal, I went to.
Every day.
My friends thought I was mad.
Let it go, they said.
And then when the appeal was upheld and they ordered a retrial, I You started coming here every day, too? Yes.
Is that terrible? Not at all.
Not at all.
I'm sure I'd have been exactly the same.
I can't imagine how I haven't noticed you.
Why? There are a lot of people in a court room.
Yes, but none of them as Well Well, I noticed you.
Look at the time.
We should get back.
Don't worry.
I'll get this.
No, it's out of the question.
I insist.
It can be your turn tomorrow.
All right.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Natasha Williams.
Tasha.
Paul Briarley.
Paul.
State your full name and rank, please.
Alison Jane Lowther.
And your occupation? Senior Engineer at the Operational Support Unit of the Metropolitan Police.
And your expertise lies in Computer and cellular phone analysis.
Is it true you were asked to analyse Alan Lane's computer and mobile telephone records? In the case of the computer, we found evidence of a host of secret accounts, identities and false names, memberships or subscriptions to online dating agencies and e-mail exchanges with people he'd met through these agencies.
Among them, all three victims.
And what did you discover from his mobile phone records? We were able to clearly establish not only when his cell phone was being used, but also where.
At the house where Anna Knight, the second victim, was found, we collated data from the three nearest masts in the area.
Here, here and here.
In a system of triangulation.
Which, in this case, if you take these masts, pinpoints us to 23 Seven Sisters Street which is, of course, where the murder took place.
Fascinating.
And having established his location, if one were to go one step further, and compare the times of Lane's phone calls with the time of Anna Knight's death, as established by the post mortem You would find a perfect match.
Thank you.
No further questions.
What fun.
I do love a good audiovisual presentation.
And what advances technology has made.
All these flat screens and gizmos and talk of triangulation.
Oh, by the way, are you aware of who that all-important one phone call was from? No.
His optician.
Mr Lane had booked in his reading glasses for adjustment.
The frames had got loose.
And the call was to say that they were ready for collection.
I just thought that you might like to know that at the time he was allegedly violently killing a woman, he was, in fact, chatting.
For one minute, 36 seconds, to Mrs Bannerjee, about his glasses.
Mr Bannerjee, his actual optician, was unwell that day.
My Lord Nasty head cold.
Ms Watts.
Yes, sorry, my Lord.
Back to your LCD triangulation thingy.
I'm curious.
Does it place him in the hallway where the murder took place? No, not specifically the hallway.
I see.
In the sitting room, then? No.
Where then? Sorry, I'm unclear.
You said it "pinpoints" him.
Yes.
So would that be upstairs or downstairs? Just to the house.
The house! Feels a little general.
Not "pinpointy" at all.
With respect Oh, this doesn't bode well.
My father always told me that when people say, "With respect," what they actually mean is "With contempt.
" With respect if he's inside the house all alone with the victim at the time the murder took place, I don't see that this is relevant.
Really? But if he's not inside the house? And was parked in the street outside, sitting in his car, for example, talking to Mrs Bannerjee.
Does your triangulating bells and whistles system manage to place him inside the house or not? It place him at 23 Seven Sisters Street.
Yes, in the vicinity.
But does it place him inside the four walls? In the hallway where the murder took place? Beyond all reasonable doubt? Yes or no? No.
Thank you.
No further questions.
All right, dear, no more fun and games.
I call the next witness for the Crown.
Your full name and rank, please.
Detective Inspector Thomas Scott.
Detective Inspector, what did you find when you went to investigate the murder of Rebecca Cheung? My first observations were the victim was killed by asphyxiation by strangling.
She had pronounced bruising around her neck.
My other conclusions were that this was not a robbery.
You say this because? Her valuables were still on her person.
Wallet, mobile telephone et cetera? Correct.
And when did you first come across the name of Alan Lane? When the analysis of the victim's phone and computer came back.
Of course, as soon as we discovered he was a suspect in connection with the murders of Holly Jackson and Anna Knight and that he was the last person to see Rebecca Cheung alive, we moved very quickly.
We entered the suspect's property at 5:00am and arrested him.
Took him back to the police station for interview.
How did the suspect's behaviour strike you? I haven't done anything.
Why won't you bloody well talk to me? I'm innocent, do you hear me? I'm fucking innocent! He was extremely agitated.
Repeatedly denied knowing or having ever met Rebecca Cheung.
I don't know any Rebecca! I don't know any bloody Rebecca! A lie disproved by the existence of e-mail exchanges I said I haven't done anything! By testimony of several eye-witnesses that saw them at the pub the night before she died, and most compellingly by CCTV footage which clearly shows Lane and the victim leaving the pub at 9:46.
Here we see Lane and the victim appearing to walk in separate directions.
But now we see Lane walk a hundred or so yards.
Get to the bus stop.
Turning back when he gets to the bus stop.
Hailing a minicab.
Which then drives back in the direction the victim was going.
Here we see how the cab passes the victim here.
If we're driving ahead, we see the brake lights of the taxi.
Before stopping here where Lane got out of the taxi, lay in wait for the victim, before killing her and dumping her body on the common.
Which, as the map shows, is only a short distance away.
Thank you.
No further questions.
Detective Inspector, I wonder have you ever been out at night after hours? And tried to get a cab home? Not recently.
Well, I have.
And I can tell you, never any about.
Especially when it's raining.
Drives you mad.
But there are often minicabs.
Unlicensed, most of them.
They pull up beside you, wind their window down and ask if you want a ride home.
And because it's cold and because it's dark, you relent, ask them how much, give them your postcode, and they quote some ludicrous price and you think, "You must be joking.
I'd sooner walk.
" Sooner get pneumonia.
What's your point, Ms Watts? Well, my point, my Lord, is that despite all these advances in high-definition technology, and despite us all being able to see the footage clear as a bell, I missed the bit where the defendant actually hailed the taxi or got into it or did anything other than speak to the driver through the window.
The cameras work on a time lapse.
Well, that may be.
But in a court of law, we do not work on evidence lapse.
And since we never see him get in, how do we know it's actually him in the taxi driving past the victim and waiting for her up ahead? Because he's not at the bus stop when the taxi pulls away.
He is not at that bus stop.
Because he got on that bus.
Very convenient.
Oh, yeah.
And also true.
Really? Where's the proof of that? Sounds like evidence lapse to me.
No further questions.
This feels like a good place to break.
We've overrun as it is.
Tomorrow morning, please, ten o'clock.
USHER: All rise.
Nothing worse than a lippy copper, eh, Emma? I'll see you then.
Well, I can confirm what you probably already know.
Do you have any idea how far gone you might be? I think we should probably get a scan.
So we know exactly.
Of course.
Rashid? Rashid! ASTRUD GILBERTO: Girl From Ipanema And when she passes The men she passes go ahhh How was your day, Mum? Oh It was fine.
I read the the new Booker prize winner from cover to cover.
I tidied the garden.
Took the neighbour's dogs for a walk.
I jumped on the bus.
Went to a lunchtime concert at the Wigmore Hall.
And all without leaving my bed.
Oh.
You know, Oscar Wilde said, "The tragedy of growing old is not that you grow old, it's that you stay young in here.
" You think if the brain slowed down at the same speed as the body, it would be so much more bearable? This way I'm still fully conscious of a handsome, newly single man wasting his life looking after his decrepit old mother.
I'm not.
Don't be You should be out there restoring your faith in the fairer sex, not locked up at home with me.
Well I um I'm doing my best.
What does that mean? Well, I told you this was a retrial.
Yes? I met someone today from the previous jury.
Who is now watching from the public gallery.
We're gonna have lunch tomorrow.
Good.
Is she bonny? She is.
Bright enough for you? Yes, yes, that too.
And no indication that she's gonna suddenly up sticks and disappear to some religious cult in Germany? A yogic community, Mum.
And, no.
Not yet.
Good for you.
We'll see.
But these aren't the figures we discussed.
(PHONE RINGS) I'll get rid of that.
I'm sorry, I'm I'm actually going to have to take this.
Lucy.
I can't talk now.
No, we need to meet tomorrow morning.
Impossible.
I'm with the lawyers again tomorrow morning.
Bollocks to the lawyers.
This is more important.
ANN: 'Dear Alan I am writing to you as someone who has spent eight hours in close proximity with you today.
I feel an overwhelming desire to make contact with you as a human being and as a child of God.
I write to you with only good intentions ' ALAN: 'Dear Ann, how nice to receive your letter after a tough day in court, and how brave of you to send it.
In answer to your question, yes, I am a returning child of God.
Back in his arms again after too long outside his protection.
My mother brought me up with a strong faith and the years without it brought me nothing but misery.
How I wished I'd had that faith with me in those lonely years when I first moved to London.
Let's hope those years of loneliness and heartache will now finally be over.
Now, enough about me.
Tell me about yourself.
I'm intrigued to know more about you.
Tell me more about your faith, about your journey to the light.
' (MUTTERS A PRAYER) 'Now it's late.
Tomorrow will be another long day.
But I will keep my eyes open and look out for you.
I'm sure I'll recognise you when I see you.
' 'I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.
I wish you peace, strength and hope.
Have faith, Alan.
You're in my prayers.
God bless.
Ann.
' (FEMALE LAUGHTER) (MOANS WITH PLEASURE) Again! (LAUGHS, LAUGHTER FADES ) You ever done anything like that? Like what? Dating sites.
Sure.
I call the defendant, Alan Lane.
Do you think it's a coincidence that since Alan Lane has been in custody there have been no more murders? Please go, go, go! I have another explanation for that, Commander, and we will come to it.
How can I trust you not to tell anyone? I never tell on my friends Are we? Friends? But I've got one or two surprises up my sleeve.
We're talking about the bill to do away with trial by jury this morning, because the select committee for justice is about to deliver it's verdict on the subject.
' On the line we're joined by Eleanor Duncan, the Minister for Justice, the strongest proponent of the bill.
Good morning.
'This subject is stirring up very strong feelings indeed and that's hardly surprising.
' You are proposing the abolition of trial by jury full stop.
'Yes, I certainly would.
Why? Trial by jury brings far fewer convictions than magistrates.
It's also prone to sick leave, absenteeism, judges only, and is therefore ' 'This is just another way of the government saving money.
Trial by jury takes significantly longer than a trial with judges only and is much more of a burden to the taxpayer.
' Morning.
Morning.
It's all above your head apparently.
Mmm? According to her.
You're all unemployed.
You barely speak English and you're too stupid to understand.
Perhaps I should make them aware of your doctorate in optometry.
Probably would too.
Oh, don't look like that.
It's one of my last remaining pleasures to boast on your behalf.
Have you got everything you need? Yes, I'm fine, you go.
Lasagne or shepherd's pie tonight? Darling, don't worry about me.
All right.
Shepherd's pie it is.
I'll do the shopping at lunch time.
Bye.
Bye.
' jury tampering and corruption ' Now she's saying you're all corrupt.
Stupid woman.
Your mother and I owe you an apology.
You were right.
We have no right to interfere.
I promise we won't speak to anyone about exempting you.
And we won't ask any more questions, OK? But please never run off like that again.
You know it's our job to look after you.
And you know, because of your condition, you need a little extra support.
You've got to let us do our job, understood? Now, eat up and I'll take you to court.
No! I'm going on my own.
Let him go.
Rashid! (PHONE RINGS) 'Hello, this is Jonathan Bamford.
Please leave a message.
' Oh, dear.
I can tell by the look on your face you have not slept well.
Not a wink.
You're not good without your eight hours, we know that much.
As it happens, I've got a few things to worry about.
You're not the only one.
Have all articles of incorporation been provided? Has there been a complete declaration of revenue streams? How accurate is the valuation of our assets? Are there hidden liabilities? The compliance stuff their lawyers have is a nightmare.
I work in PR not mergers and acquisitions.
There you go again.
What? Making this all about you.
Quick reality check.
If I get caught, Theresa, we both go to jail.
Don't be ridiculous.
It's here in black and white.
To personate a juror is a serious offence against public justice and will be punished accordingly.
Only if you're from the defendant's family or something.
It is not necessary to prove any corrupt motive.
The offence is to take the oath in the name of another.
Jail, Theresa.
For getting you off jury service.
Why "personate"? What? Not "impersonate".
What's the difference? (SIGHS) What do you want me to say? "Sorry" would be a start.
"How could I have done this to you?" Something, anything other than banging on about how much stress you're under when you're making a fortune.
OK, I understand.
And in return for giving me this opportunity, I give you my word you can look forward to a raise.
A meaningful raise.
It's not gonna be much good to me on Death Row.
And a promotion.
To what? What do you have in mind? Partner.
Sod off.
All right, partner salary, then.
Sod off again.
All right, junior partner with a guarantee of an assistant.
But you are an assistant.
All assistants need an assistant.
Ask around.
All right.
We'll talk after it's done.
You'd better go, keep us both out of jail.
(CHATTER) Hurry up, man.
OK.
OK.
TAPE: What is the supreme law of the land? The constitution.
What does the constitution do? It sets up the government and protects basic rights of Americans.
What do we call the first ten amendments to the constitution? The Bill of Rights.
Name three American Indian tribes.
Cherokee, Huron, Apache.
Every six weeks, I want your rent in advance.
All right, OK? Tahir.
Here.
It's the one you've been waiting for, isn't it? Yes.
OK? Ungh.
(GASPS) (SHOUTING) (SIREN AND HORN) Next please! Step through, please, madam.
Next, please.
Mr Mallory.
I call the first witness for the Crown.
(FOOTSTEPS) I swear by almighty God that the evidence I give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
Please give the court your full name.
Tanya Jane Hawkins.
And your occupation? Managing Director of inloveinlondon.
com An upscale online introduction agency.
Am I right? Yes, that's correct.
And Holly Jackson, the first victim, was one of your subscribers? Yes, she'd been with us for about a year at the time of her death.
Have you ever seen her application form? Yes.
Anything unusual about it? No.
A woman in her mid thirties looking to meet an attractive man with a good sense of humour for romance and companionship.
I'd say that was entirely typical.
Which brings us to Alan Lane.
Also a subscriber to your agency.
Yes, although his subscription had been cancelled by the time of the murder.
Why? Because we'd received more than one complaint about Alan Lane's behaviour from female subscribers.
And what was the nature of those complaints? That he'd been aggressive when certain ladies refused to meet him again.
Abusive, intimidating.
And what did you do? Obviously we immediately discontinued his subscription.
In situations like that we move very swiftly.
Thank you.
No further questions.
Miss Hawkins, listening to you just now, one could infer that you thought Ms Jackson to be an entirely respectable subscriber.
Yet Mr Lane quite the opposite.
Is that fair? Yes.
So if you had your way, you'd have 30,000 of the former and very few of the latter? Well, none of the latter, thank you.
Interesting because having had a chance to look at their online application forms, it's clear that wholesale fraud and deception were actually only being practised by one of them.
Let's start with Ms Jackson's age.
She claims in her application to be 32.
But we know at the time she joined, she was 37.
She also claims to be in full-time employment as a personnel manager in a large insurance company.
Whereas, in fact, she had lost her job two years earlier.
She claimed to have been single but was very much married.
Claimed to enjoy working out, be a devoted member of a book club, love exotic holidays and travel.
But records show she was neither a member of a gym nor a book club and had never travelled further afield than Gran Canaria.
In contrast, every claim Alan Lane made in his application, about his job, his marital status, what he was looking for in a partner, were 100% true.
I'm sorry, perhaps I missed it, was there an actual question? Oh, yes, there was.
Here it comes again.
Nice and slowly, so that you don't miss it this time.
Having had a chance to view their online application forms, it's clear that wholesale fraud and deception were only being practised by one of them.
Were you aware of that? A simple yes or no answer at this point will do just fine.
No, I wasn't aware of that.
Thank you.
That's it for now.
MALLORY: I call the next witness for the crown.
Your full name and rank, please? Detective Inspector Paul Bevan.
Specialist Crime Directorate.
Detective Inspector, please tell the court where you were on the morning of 6th February, 2006.
At Kingsbridge Area Homicide Office where I am based.
And this is where you were when the phone call came through from Holly Jackson's cleaning lady? Correct.
We received a call from Ms Martinez at 9:25am.
What did you do next? I immediately despatched the Homicide Assessment to the scene and followed myself shortly after.
And what did you find? A house with no visible signs of forced entry.
A sitting room where two people had been sitting drinking wine.
And a bedroom upstairs where the victim lay on the floor.
There was visible bruising around her neck which suggested death by strangulation.
This was later confirmed at the post mortem.
At this point, you were still unsure of the victim's husband's whereabouts? That's right, but we were very quickly able to establish an alibi for him.
Mr Jackson was at a sporting event with their son.
Which meant the investigation very quickly began to focus elsewhere.
On some form of lover perhaps? Correct.
But no immediate idea who at this point? No.
But subsequent analysis of the victim's laptop uncovered a chain of e-mails with an anonymous correspondent called Valiant, arranging to meet at 6:30pm on Saturday 4th February, 2006.
We were later able to establish that Valiant was one of many identities or handles used by Alan Lane, whose fingerprints were also discovered on a glass on the victim's bedside table.
In his subsequent statement to the police, Lane said that when Mrs Jackson suggested they retire to the bedroom, he was offended by the idea, made his excuses, and left.
What is your opinion? We suggest that instead of leaving he became violent and murdered her.
Thank you.
No further questions.
Detective Inspector, whilst I'm sure we all greatly appreciated your account I'm afraid in the end it amounted to nothing.
Why? Because you told us nothing new! We know all that already.
We know there was no sign of forced entry and that Alan Lane was there that night.
His statement says as much.
We know that he had a drink of water in the sitting room with Holly Jackson and that subsequently she invited him upstairs.
His statement confirms that, too.
But what his statement also insists is that he never went into the bedroom.
If you believe that, you'll believe anything.
So I would like to ask you about that glass of water.
If I may? You mean the one with his fingerprints on it? Found in the bedroom on a table beside the victim's dead body? Yes.
That one.
Were the only fingerprints found on that glass those belonging to the defendant? No, of course not.
Whose else were there? The victim's.
The victim's? Presumably she poured the glass of water for him.
He was her guest.
And handed it over.
I see.
But if her fingerprints are on that glass, it could mean that she took the glass of water up to the room herself.
It could, but why would she have taken his glass? She took it up to bed after he'd gone.
She was dead before he was gone.
The truth is you have nothing that actually places Lane in the bedroom upstairs.
We have a dead body, ma'am.
No, Detective Inspector, you have nothing.
Not a single shred of forensic evidence that connects Alan Lane to Holly Jackson's body.
Despite the best efforts of your colleagues in the past.
Up yours, sister.
Ms Watts, as Queen's Counsel you should know better.
Sorry, my Lord.
We'll break there.
Back at two o'clock, please.
Clear the court.
All rise.
Never heard anything like it.
Complete loss of discipline from you and the witness.
Referencing the previous trial like that.
You should be ashamed of yourself! Any more of that and I will have no choice but to discharge the jury and you'll be left to bear the cost of the entire trial.
Yes, my Lord.
I'm just calling to confirm my appointment with Dr Barker at 5:30.
Excuse me, Ms Hawkins.
Yeah.
I was in court with you just now.
I wondered do you have a business card? Oh, yeah.
Yeah, of course.
Generally it's safe, isn't it? Using an agency like yours? It's perfectly safe.
I can assure you.
Thank you.
What was all that about, do you think? In court just now between the defence counsel and the judge? I know.
It felt like something everyone knew about except for us.
That's exactly how it felt.
So what do you think so far? Guilty? Not guilty? Just between us.
Didn't they say we shouldn't discuss this? Well, what shall we discuss? I'm assuming there's been no progress over you getting to America? A letter arrived today.
I have an appointment for a visa application at the American Embassy.
Good for you.
And if this goes well, you can join your brother in Omaha, Nebraska.
Omaha, Nebraska.
Where's that? It's the middle of nowhere, isn't it? Yes.
But its central location is also its virtue.
It's made the city an important national transportation hub.
Is that so? With the world's largest artificial swamp.
And the city is the birthplace of numerous sports figures including 1960 Olympic gold medallist Bob Booza and Baseball Hall-of-Famer Bob Gibson.
I can quite see why you want to turn your back on an inconsequential city like London with its Charles Dickens, Isaac Newton, William Shakespeare, Karl Marx.
I mean, Olympic gold medallist Bob Boozer.
Not to be sniffed at.
Jam roly-poly today? Not for me.
(SIREN) Me again.
Can't keep away.
Booth number four.
Four.
MADONNA: Holiday Oh.
Oh.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
No, it was my fault.
Are you all right? I'm fine, sorry, I was miles away.
No, here, let me help you.
Thanks.
Actually I have an idea where you might have been in your thoughts.
I hope that isn't presumptuous.
I recognised you from court.
I've been in the public gallery.
It's all right, I'm not on one of the legal teams.
Quite the opposite.
Actually, I'm you.
Or was? I was a jury member.
In the first trial.
Do you want brown or white bread with that? And then when it went to appeal, and the verdict was overturned it was devastating.
I can imagine.
You'd have given it so much time.
Invested so much of yourself.
So did you reach unanimity? We did.
Each of us, all 12, was absolutely certain he was guilty.
People with nothing in common, from all walks of life, speaking as one.
It was a very powerful actually moving experience.
And the idea that suddenly our voice, our judgement should count for nothing? I can't speak for the others, but I found it almost violating.
Of course.
We were just so invested.
So when it went to the Court of Appeal, I went to.
Every day.
My friends thought I was mad.
Let it go, they said.
And then when the appeal was upheld and they ordered a retrial, I You started coming here every day, too? Yes.
Is that terrible? Not at all.
Not at all.
I'm sure I'd have been exactly the same.
I can't imagine how I haven't noticed you.
Why? There are a lot of people in a court room.
Yes, but none of them as Well Well, I noticed you.
Look at the time.
We should get back.
Don't worry.
I'll get this.
No, it's out of the question.
I insist.
It can be your turn tomorrow.
All right.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Natasha Williams.
Tasha.
Paul Briarley.
Paul.
State your full name and rank, please.
Alison Jane Lowther.
And your occupation? Senior Engineer at the Operational Support Unit of the Metropolitan Police.
And your expertise lies in Computer and cellular phone analysis.
Is it true you were asked to analyse Alan Lane's computer and mobile telephone records? In the case of the computer, we found evidence of a host of secret accounts, identities and false names, memberships or subscriptions to online dating agencies and e-mail exchanges with people he'd met through these agencies.
Among them, all three victims.
And what did you discover from his mobile phone records? We were able to clearly establish not only when his cell phone was being used, but also where.
At the house where Anna Knight, the second victim, was found, we collated data from the three nearest masts in the area.
Here, here and here.
In a system of triangulation.
Which, in this case, if you take these masts, pinpoints us to 23 Seven Sisters Street which is, of course, where the murder took place.
Fascinating.
And having established his location, if one were to go one step further, and compare the times of Lane's phone calls with the time of Anna Knight's death, as established by the post mortem You would find a perfect match.
Thank you.
No further questions.
What fun.
I do love a good audiovisual presentation.
And what advances technology has made.
All these flat screens and gizmos and talk of triangulation.
Oh, by the way, are you aware of who that all-important one phone call was from? No.
His optician.
Mr Lane had booked in his reading glasses for adjustment.
The frames had got loose.
And the call was to say that they were ready for collection.
I just thought that you might like to know that at the time he was allegedly violently killing a woman, he was, in fact, chatting.
For one minute, 36 seconds, to Mrs Bannerjee, about his glasses.
Mr Bannerjee, his actual optician, was unwell that day.
My Lord Nasty head cold.
Ms Watts.
Yes, sorry, my Lord.
Back to your LCD triangulation thingy.
I'm curious.
Does it place him in the hallway where the murder took place? No, not specifically the hallway.
I see.
In the sitting room, then? No.
Where then? Sorry, I'm unclear.
You said it "pinpoints" him.
Yes.
So would that be upstairs or downstairs? Just to the house.
The house! Feels a little general.
Not "pinpointy" at all.
With respect Oh, this doesn't bode well.
My father always told me that when people say, "With respect," what they actually mean is "With contempt.
" With respect if he's inside the house all alone with the victim at the time the murder took place, I don't see that this is relevant.
Really? But if he's not inside the house? And was parked in the street outside, sitting in his car, for example, talking to Mrs Bannerjee.
Does your triangulating bells and whistles system manage to place him inside the house or not? It place him at 23 Seven Sisters Street.
Yes, in the vicinity.
But does it place him inside the four walls? In the hallway where the murder took place? Beyond all reasonable doubt? Yes or no? No.
Thank you.
No further questions.
All right, dear, no more fun and games.
I call the next witness for the Crown.
Your full name and rank, please.
Detective Inspector Thomas Scott.
Detective Inspector, what did you find when you went to investigate the murder of Rebecca Cheung? My first observations were the victim was killed by asphyxiation by strangling.
She had pronounced bruising around her neck.
My other conclusions were that this was not a robbery.
You say this because? Her valuables were still on her person.
Wallet, mobile telephone et cetera? Correct.
And when did you first come across the name of Alan Lane? When the analysis of the victim's phone and computer came back.
Of course, as soon as we discovered he was a suspect in connection with the murders of Holly Jackson and Anna Knight and that he was the last person to see Rebecca Cheung alive, we moved very quickly.
We entered the suspect's property at 5:00am and arrested him.
Took him back to the police station for interview.
How did the suspect's behaviour strike you? I haven't done anything.
Why won't you bloody well talk to me? I'm innocent, do you hear me? I'm fucking innocent! He was extremely agitated.
Repeatedly denied knowing or having ever met Rebecca Cheung.
I don't know any Rebecca! I don't know any bloody Rebecca! A lie disproved by the existence of e-mail exchanges I said I haven't done anything! By testimony of several eye-witnesses that saw them at the pub the night before she died, and most compellingly by CCTV footage which clearly shows Lane and the victim leaving the pub at 9:46.
Here we see Lane and the victim appearing to walk in separate directions.
But now we see Lane walk a hundred or so yards.
Get to the bus stop.
Turning back when he gets to the bus stop.
Hailing a minicab.
Which then drives back in the direction the victim was going.
Here we see how the cab passes the victim here.
If we're driving ahead, we see the brake lights of the taxi.
Before stopping here where Lane got out of the taxi, lay in wait for the victim, before killing her and dumping her body on the common.
Which, as the map shows, is only a short distance away.
Thank you.
No further questions.
Detective Inspector, I wonder have you ever been out at night after hours? And tried to get a cab home? Not recently.
Well, I have.
And I can tell you, never any about.
Especially when it's raining.
Drives you mad.
But there are often minicabs.
Unlicensed, most of them.
They pull up beside you, wind their window down and ask if you want a ride home.
And because it's cold and because it's dark, you relent, ask them how much, give them your postcode, and they quote some ludicrous price and you think, "You must be joking.
I'd sooner walk.
" Sooner get pneumonia.
What's your point, Ms Watts? Well, my point, my Lord, is that despite all these advances in high-definition technology, and despite us all being able to see the footage clear as a bell, I missed the bit where the defendant actually hailed the taxi or got into it or did anything other than speak to the driver through the window.
The cameras work on a time lapse.
Well, that may be.
But in a court of law, we do not work on evidence lapse.
And since we never see him get in, how do we know it's actually him in the taxi driving past the victim and waiting for her up ahead? Because he's not at the bus stop when the taxi pulls away.
He is not at that bus stop.
Because he got on that bus.
Very convenient.
Oh, yeah.
And also true.
Really? Where's the proof of that? Sounds like evidence lapse to me.
No further questions.
This feels like a good place to break.
We've overrun as it is.
Tomorrow morning, please, ten o'clock.
USHER: All rise.
Nothing worse than a lippy copper, eh, Emma? I'll see you then.
Well, I can confirm what you probably already know.
Do you have any idea how far gone you might be? I think we should probably get a scan.
So we know exactly.
Of course.
Rashid? Rashid! ASTRUD GILBERTO: Girl From Ipanema And when she passes The men she passes go ahhh How was your day, Mum? Oh It was fine.
I read the the new Booker prize winner from cover to cover.
I tidied the garden.
Took the neighbour's dogs for a walk.
I jumped on the bus.
Went to a lunchtime concert at the Wigmore Hall.
And all without leaving my bed.
Oh.
You know, Oscar Wilde said, "The tragedy of growing old is not that you grow old, it's that you stay young in here.
" You think if the brain slowed down at the same speed as the body, it would be so much more bearable? This way I'm still fully conscious of a handsome, newly single man wasting his life looking after his decrepit old mother.
I'm not.
Don't be You should be out there restoring your faith in the fairer sex, not locked up at home with me.
Well I um I'm doing my best.
What does that mean? Well, I told you this was a retrial.
Yes? I met someone today from the previous jury.
Who is now watching from the public gallery.
We're gonna have lunch tomorrow.
Good.
Is she bonny? She is.
Bright enough for you? Yes, yes, that too.
And no indication that she's gonna suddenly up sticks and disappear to some religious cult in Germany? A yogic community, Mum.
And, no.
Not yet.
Good for you.
We'll see.
But these aren't the figures we discussed.
(PHONE RINGS) I'll get rid of that.
I'm sorry, I'm I'm actually going to have to take this.
Lucy.
I can't talk now.
No, we need to meet tomorrow morning.
Impossible.
I'm with the lawyers again tomorrow morning.
Bollocks to the lawyers.
This is more important.
ANN: 'Dear Alan I am writing to you as someone who has spent eight hours in close proximity with you today.
I feel an overwhelming desire to make contact with you as a human being and as a child of God.
I write to you with only good intentions ' ALAN: 'Dear Ann, how nice to receive your letter after a tough day in court, and how brave of you to send it.
In answer to your question, yes, I am a returning child of God.
Back in his arms again after too long outside his protection.
My mother brought me up with a strong faith and the years without it brought me nothing but misery.
How I wished I'd had that faith with me in those lonely years when I first moved to London.
Let's hope those years of loneliness and heartache will now finally be over.
Now, enough about me.
Tell me about yourself.
I'm intrigued to know more about you.
Tell me more about your faith, about your journey to the light.
' (MUTTERS A PRAYER) 'Now it's late.
Tomorrow will be another long day.
But I will keep my eyes open and look out for you.
I'm sure I'll recognise you when I see you.
' 'I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.
I wish you peace, strength and hope.
Have faith, Alan.
You're in my prayers.
God bless.
Ann.
' (FEMALE LAUGHTER) (MOANS WITH PLEASURE) Again! (LAUGHS, LAUGHTER FADES ) You ever done anything like that? Like what? Dating sites.
Sure.
I call the defendant, Alan Lane.
Do you think it's a coincidence that since Alan Lane has been in custody there have been no more murders? Please go, go, go! I have another explanation for that, Commander, and we will come to it.
How can I trust you not to tell anyone? I never tell on my friends Are we? Friends? But I've got one or two surprises up my sleeve.