You really will have to rethink your lifestyle, you know?
What lifestyle are you talking about, Mum?
Wine only on Fridays.
And try to think about dark green vegetables.
So really, that's the same as saying we'll never see each other again.
Well, it is. It just is.
How can I do anything if I don't know what you want?
She was so upset about it, and I said to her, "Look,"
I said, "you've got boobs. They're there. Look."
Staying in is pathetic when she could be out having a good time...
I've gotta go back in. No.
I love you.
Racial hate. That's bullying. Just tell the teacher.
Yes, being too friendly, it's the same as bullying.
Yes, it is, so just tell the teacher.
What do you want? I'm trying to get something for tea.
Andy? Andy! Is he one of yours?
Mate, you can't park here!
You've gotta get back.
Don't knock it till you've tried it.
This is magic in a small plastic cup.
I've got a fucking great big truck parked right outside...
We're told by Scotland Yard that this is a major incident.
The emergency is a major incident.
Still only being said that there are several people injured...
As we go to air, Central London is in chaos tonight...
...40 minutes into it, there was a lot of confusion...
...they do know now that terrorism should be the number one option...
...our priorities have changed.
...but it's important for all of them to be together on this...
Armed police! Stay where you are!
Get your hands in the air!
Get on your knees!
Hands behind your back!
All we know so far is that police have arrested a man after a dawn raid.
This man, Farroukh Erdogan, of Turkish origin, is rumored to be the ringleader of the group responsible for the Borough bombing.
Mr. Erdogan's wife and child were also taken into custody.
Police forensic teams are examining a lock-up nearby.
...determination of investigators to track down those responsible.
So, what does the government have to say about it?
They will not change our way of life.
Defense Barrister Simon Fellowes refused to comment on the Erdogen case on his way into the preliminary hearing.
This is going to be a secret trial, isn't it?
In cases of terrorism, there are circumstances where to reveal evidence in open court would be highly damaging to present and future operations.
But crucial prosecution evidence will be concealed from the defense.
If that was happening in any other country, you'd say it was a rigged trial.
The accused will be fully represented.
But not by his own barrister.
In the open hearing, in front of the jury, he will be represented by his own barrister.
In the closed hearing, his interests will be represented by a special advocate.
But the fact is, we're told this is the trial of the century, and yet we are not being allowed to see the full picture.
So questions have to be asked.
The judicial process in this country is and will remain fair and transparent.
Attorney General, thank you.
And so today, we mourn Simon.
And we ask, as he took his own life, was he alone?
For as any of us may find, it's in this solitary confinement of the soul, as it were, that we succumb to despair.
And in Simon, a successful lawyer, a popular man, we see that none of us is immune, and that each of us needs God.
Now let us pray.
Martin, are you going to the house for drinks?
No, I have to get back to London and see my son.
I hear you're stepping into his shoes on the Borough bomb case.
Quite a challenge. You know how it is.
But you're all right, are you? Sorry?
I mean, you're well?
Oh, I see. In my mind.
It's a good question.
What with the nasty divorce and bitter custody battle and all that.
Personal matter, I appreciate, really none of my business.
Am I emotionally unstable? I wouldn't phrase it like that.
You ought to.
The very last thing you want to see is another neurotic defense barrister selfishly topping himself before the curtain goes up.
How embarrassing would that be?
You may rely on me.
Yeah, I needed a cigarette.
Patches don't work for me. My skin's too thick.
Comes from working with bastards like you.
Okay, Devlin, our friend the Borough Market bomber.
Oh. Another wonderful human being. Tell me about him.
Well, he's born in a three-goat town on the Turkey-Iraq border.
No birth certificate. No papers.
1996, he gets guest worker status in Germany...
He's arrested for possession in Berlin. Explosives?
Heroin. Arrives in London, 1998.
Gets married, has a kid.
They stay with a sister-in-law, one Mine Kemmal.
They stay with her for three months till she gets fed up and chucks them out.
He bunks off back to Germany to drive a taxi in Dusseldorf.
2009, returns to London.
So what's he been doing for three years?
Becoming radicalized, most likely.
The prosecution will propose that Erdogan is the leader of the cell.
Of course, they will.
Two died in the bombing, one resisting arrest.
Our client is the last man standing, therefore the evil genius.
There is a certain convenience to it.
Could you find out if it's too late for us to change the special advocate?
She was Simon's choice, not mine.
Why would we want to change the special advocate?
It's Claudia Simmons-Howe. I'm not sure she's any good.
Happy birthday, My Lord.
My birthday was a week ago.
Why are you really here?
I'd like your advice. Yes?
I think I should resign as special advocate for Farroukh Erdogan.
Why would you do that?
Well, there's a new defense barrister.
Martin Rose. Yes.
And I was appointed by his predecessor, so I think it's just cause for an entirely new team.
Highly disruptive to the defense.
But better in the long run.
Not what your father would have done, Claudia.
Oh, that's hardly fair.
He would have regarded the defendant's interests as paramount.
As I do.
In the biggest, most high-profile murder case in British history.
Still, perhaps you're right. What?
Perhaps you should be replaced.
It's not that I should be "replaced."
Especially as Mr. Rose has himself expressed a similar opinion.
He has? So I'm told.
I'm not going to resign.
But the rules are very clear.
The defense barrister, that's me, must have no contact with the special advocate once you've seen the classified evidence. Furthermore, close social or personal relationship will be seen as compromising the secrecy of the closed evidence which is not allowed. Martin.
And then we'd both be looking for a new job.
I am the special advocate. Nobody is going to take my place.
If that makes your position untenable, so be it.
Well, if you prefer, we could just tell the judge that we had an affair.
So, when we're asked if there are any moral impediments to us fulfilling our duties, technically, we'll have to lie.
Look, I'm fine with it.
I'm an arrogant, unprincipled prick, as you so succinctly told me the last time we met.
I'm not lying on oath.
Once the classified material has been served, you must not meet, nor communicate nor share information in any way, nor may you be seen to do so.
Your remit, Miss Simmons-Howe, is to solely address me on the secret evidence, which we will evaluate in closed session.
Mr. Rose, you will not see this material unless I decide it is relevant and must be disclosed.
Do we understand the rules?
Mr. Rose, do you know of any reason related to yourself or your personal circumstances which would prejudice your ability to carry out this case or which might, in any way, embarrass the Lord Chancellor?
No, My Lord.
Miss Simmons-Howe, do you know of any reason related to yourself or your personal circumstances which would prejudice your ability to carry out this case, or which might in anyway embarrass the Lord Chancellor?
No, My Lord, I know of no reason.
There's no need to sulk.
I have an aversion to wasted journeys.
Is that right?
You don't even know what you're looking for.
Inspiration, Mr. Devlin.
I told you.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to look at, which is different.
So, November 30th, 10:43.
Bright, sunny day. Innocent people.
Truck approaches from the west entrance.
Shouldn't be parked there.
Someone must have noticed it, but there's no time, is there?
No time to do anything about it.
10:45, and then...
Later that day, an anonymous phone call tips off the police.
"Suspicious behavior" by men at a lock-up garage in West London.
The lock-up rented to our client.
Our client knows nothing.
Yeah, because he sublets the place for cash to a certain Mr. Asif, who, sadly, is no longer with us since he blew himself up at the wheel of a truck.
Erdogan had no idea what was being stored there.
Simon's line of defense.
As dictated by the defendant.
So why does Erdogan make 27 phone calls to Asif in the 12 days before the explosion?
Chasing rent on the lock-up. Very weak.
I want to see every document in this case.
Everything is exactly as Simon left it.
And I've written an inventory.
Nazrul Sharma. Home Office.
Cali me Nazi I brought you your safe and your laptop.
This safe will be securely installed here.
It is to be the sole designated location in which you are permitted to store the secret materials in the case of The Crown v. Erdogan, which will be delivered to you prior to the hearing.
Um, this laptop must be used for the creation and storage of all documents relating to the case.
No copies to be made. Return to us upon delivery of a verdict.
There's also this code for the safe.
I'm supposed to get you to memorize it and then we burn it together, but I think I can trust you to do that.
You've done this all before, haven't you?
You broke into my chambers.
It was open. After you unlocked it, I'm sure it was.
I think you're mistaken.
You're not from Home Office. You're from Secret Service.
One of the new intake, I'd say. Post-July 2005.
Careers in MI5. "What can you do for your country?"
The vetting seems to go on forever, doesn't it?
But then one day, you get your ticket to the fast track and you never look back.
Goes to your head, of course.
Makes you think you can do whatever you want.
Like breaking into a barrister's chambers.
I'm supposed to ask you if there's anywhere else you might take the secret material.
Go on, then.
It's sort of personal questions, isn't it? I'd rather not, to be honest.
Whether anyone lives with you.
Or whether there might be anyone?
A special friend, perhaps, who regularly or irregularly spends the night, that's the way they put it.
You can leave now.
That's my number. I know it's a very complicated case, so if you ever wanna talk anything over, you can give me a call.
What, though I'm legally obliged, quite specifically, not to discuss it with anyone.
There are people who really want a conviction here.
So if you're ever feeling, uh, bullied or intimidated...
Oh, I can cope with that, thank you.
Or threatened. Threatened?
And what do you mean by that exactly?
You can give me a call.
And what will you do?
Whatever needs to be done, Claudia.
That is all.
Where's Mike? He's done his back in, hasn't he.
Too much sitting around, I'd say.
I want him back by 3:00. Oh, listen, Elizabeth, I thought I'd take him to Kingston.
Can we make it more like...
Mum says I have to wear a life jacket. Of course.
Miss Simmons-Howe. Mr. Devlin.
How are you? Very well, thank you. You?
What is she doing here?
Ask her yourself.
She and I are not allowed to communicate.
An exception can be made for the common courtesies.
Though evidently not, in this case.
Until the delivery of the closed material, lam permitted to communicate with Mr. Rose.
Whether or not I choose to do so is another matter.
As I'm beginning to understand.
So would you please inform this gentleman that I am here to see Mr. Devlin?
She and I are going to visit Erdogan, as I told you earlier today.
Thank you for reminding me. lam the client's solicitor.
It's a matter of routine that I'm present at any interview with the client.
I know that. But would you please inform the lady opposite that I have first call upon your services and expertise?
Perhaps in all the excitement, Mr. Rose has forgotten that there is a special advocate on this case and that we're both representing the defendant.
I want to eat my lunch. I was here first.
Do you want us to stay?
No. But could you take the vomit with you?
There'll be an eye in the hole.
Are you the doctor?
No. I have been appointed by the Attorney General to be your special advocate.
I told them I'm sick.
Has anyone explained to you what a special advocate does?
Nobody explained anything to me. I'm sick.
So fuck you.
Mr. Erdogan, you are accused of master-minding a suicide bomb attack.
There is some evidence against you, which the prosecution believes should be kept secret from the public and from you in the interests of national security.
I don't know yet, I haven't been given it, but when I am, I need to understand as much as I can about you and why you say you're innocent.
The secret evidence will be assessed in closed session.
The courtroom will be locked, and there will be just myself, the judge, the prosecutor and a representative of the security services.
I bet you all know each other.
I'm on your side.
It's my job to convince the judge that you need to see the secret evidence.
But I can't do that on my own. I need your help.
Where are you getting the heroin, Farroukh?
Prison heroin is very impure, that's why you're throwing up.
You should ask to be put on their dependency program.
In Berlin, you were arrested for possession of heroin, but you were released.
Why did they release you without a custodial sentence?
I didn't stick around. I got on a plane.
But how did you get leave to remain if you had a conviction for possession?
May I ask you again?
How did you get leave to remain if you had a conviction?
I don't need a whatever-the-fuck-you-are.
I need a fucking doctor. Okay?
I wonder if Mr. Erdogan is a little tired.
It's a long day for a man in a place like this.
Then they sent me back and said, "No. Now you have to take off your shoes."
And I mean, I'm wearing stilettos, right?
What, do I have tiny, little explosives?
You should try being Asian.
I get stopped and searched every couple of weeks.
I wouldn't say no. Handsome, young policeman?
You never come. Are you drunk?
Does everyone know Martin Rose?
Can I sit between two people who hate each other?
I like to come as a relief. Yeah, you can sit next to me if you like.
But I should warn you, I'm just a boring, old civil servant.
Oh, that's hardly fair, Melissa.
The work of the Department of Transport is vital to the nation.
You're doing me no favors.
What else can I say?
Traffic flow projections.
Flexible approaches to variable speed limits during peak hours...
I think we can stop there.
You see, Mr. Rose, I'm as good as my word.
Martin, may I introduce Joanna?
I'm going through a vicious divorce at the moment and will soon be penniless, so, from your point of view, what would be the point?
Joanna, he's famously awful.
Hi. Just getting some air.
You're defending one of the Borough Market bombers at the Old Bailey.
Yes. And you're a journalist.
In fact, you're Joanna Reece.
Thirty-two. Deputy Bureau Chief on the London desk of The New York Times.
You called Simon Fellowes seven times on his office number.
Three times at home.
He obeyed the rules and filed a report.
You also left your card on my windscreen at his funeral.
Sort of distasteful thing to do, if you ask me.
Anyway, you hoped I'd make contact, which I didn't.
So you cooked things up with a mutual acquaintance and came here tonight, in the hope that I might get drunk and you and I could have a nice off-the-record chat about the case.
I don't speak to journalists at the best of times, especially not about trials relating to matters of national security.
No matter how drunk.
If you knew that I was here, why did you come?
I want to know what your angle is.
Well, are you sure Simon Fellowes' death was a suicide?
...I will be told some secret evidence.
If I'm going to challenge that, I need to know everything.
If your dad is convicted, he will spend the rest of his life in prison...
Actually, I'll jump out here.
I just hailed the same cab twice in one night.
In fact, three times in the last two days.
Different part of town. Different driver. Same cab.
How do you know it was the same one?
Because I remember the license number. 4-2-1-9-1.
Devlin, for some reason, we're being managed.
You wanna look at the forensic report on the car, or have you memorized it already?
TATP on the upholstery on the front passenger seat, the rear seat and the boot as well.
May I remind you that the client has already determined his line of defense.
And Simon Fellowes was gonna follow that line, was he?
That Erdogan gave Asif a lift from the airport to the station, and the TATP on the seats came from Asif?
If I was that stupid, I would jump off a roof myself.
Oh, you're such a heartless fucker.
But, actually, I don't think Simon was that stupid.
I think he was on to something.
I think he picked up on the same thing I did.
That it's a very, very expensive car.
Where did they find this car?
Jade Temple restaurant. Newport Street.
Excellent. Then I'll go there for dinner.
Want something to drink?
Just a water, thanks.
Self-selection. You must be Erdogan's heroin dealer.
I know Mr. Erdogan came here because his car was found clamped outside.
I already spoke to the police. I'm not a policeman.
I just have some simple questions for you with one word answers.
20 pounds a word.
When he bought heroin, was it pure or cut?
He asked you the same questions I just did, correct?
Oh, I'm supposed to blindfold you.
Do you want to do that?
This room is bugged.
Not like you to be suspicious.
I'm just saying. It's routine around here.
Confidential conversations are transcribed and filed away.
Better be careful what I say, then.
Yeah, or at least speak clearly.
For the sake of the typist.
The existence of these premises is covered by the Official Secrets Act.
Any attempt to disclose the existence or location hereof will result in prosecution.
Be gentle. She's fragile, and he's a very sensitive boy.
Mrs. Erdogan, I'd like to ask you some questions.
Why did you come back to London from Berlin in March 2009?
She says she don't know why he came back.
Can you ask her if he ever talked about his time in Germany?
I just found myself on a plane.
I was out of my head most of the time so...
How often did he attend the Lime Street mosque?
I don't know where he went.
Would you please ask your mother?
She don't know.
I don't know how often I called Asif.
I called him all the time to get the rent.
He was always late with the rent. That's why I called him.
But I've told all of this to the queer guy before you.
Would you please tell your mother that I'm on her husband's side.
When I go into the court, I will be told some secret evidence.
If I'm going to challenge that, I need to know everything.
If your dad is convicted, he will spend the rest of his life in prison.
I used to do that.
What? Play Medal of Honor?
No, I used to get angry.
Rather than help people who were trying to help me, I'd just say nothing as a way of getting my own back, even though the only person I was really hurting was myself.
You didn't know what was in the lock-up?
You never went inside, you just took the rent?
And the long calls to Asif were an accident, and all the money you made were from small-time drug deals?
Are you any good at it?
Medal of Honor, I mean.
I want her out of here, now!
Don't wanna talk to her no more! I want her out!
Everything all right? Mmm-hmm.
I don't have any further questions.
So what was in that note to Erdogan?
Give me a cigarette.
So what was all that about, then?
When Erdogan came to London from Germany, he got immigration papers within three months, in spite of his criminal record.
ILR usually takes three years, even if you're clean.
Within six months, he's driving a brand new Mercedes.
He's spending two grand a week.
He lied about dealing drugs.
Before I went in there, I suspected, now I'm sure.
Erdogan was being run by MI5.
No wonder they're all so upset.
They must have thought he had the cell under control, but either he double-crossed his handlers or the cell used him to pass bad information.
Either way, MI5 fucked up.
The arrest was a mistake.
But the telephone tip-off?
Would have gone to the local police who tipped off Scotland Yard.
Erdogan would have been under arrest before MI5 could do anything about it.
So now they're fucked.
This means that Farroukh Erdogan, who's on trial for murder, almost certainly paid for the explosives that killed 120 innocent people with taxpayers' money.
When Simon got this far, of course, they threw him off a roof.
It's actually quite convenient to be under surveillance.
Well, normally getting a taxi can be quite difficult this time of night.
I see you're using more than one taxi now. That's a good idea.
What did you say?
It's okay. Apparently I'm paranoid.
In here? Yes. You can go in.
I was visiting a friend.
Oh, that's nice.
How about you? I hurt my neck.
I'm sorry. Accident? You tell me.
Believe me, I sincerely hope that it was.
I'm waiting for an X-ray.
If there's no fracture, I can take this off and go home.
Isn't that good news? That is good news.
Look, Martin, I can imagine what you're thinking.
How this looks to you.
I've made no allegation.
But if we accept that they, that someone,
then we have to accept all sorts of things which are simply unacceptable.
And I will not accept that.
You really know how to clarify a situation, don't you?
I'm not even here.
Then thank you for your support, Mr. Attorney.
There is a temptation, Martin, for any barrister in a case like this to stray.
To dig into.
All right, let me do it for you.
"Perhaps, Martin, one should see this as a cautionary event.
"Not so much a warning, "merely a suggestion to remain on the straight and narrow."
Am I right? Intuitive.
You neglect to mention your previous relationship with Miss Simmons-Howe.
I wonder why.
Perhaps because, and, please, let me do it for you, it's a weakness.
A weakness that could end both your careers.
Am I right?
And perhaps that weakness is the very reason you were chosen for this job.
Claudia Simmons-Howe, this is the closed material in relation to the case of The Crown v. Erdogan, disclosure of which will damage national security.
It must be kept, by you, at all times in a secure location until such a time as a verdict is given.
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
And if you wouldn't mind, let's keep the pen-pushers happy, shall we?
Would you like me to place them in the safe?
I'll be reading them right away.
Of course. Fine.
You can leave now.
Ingersoll. Very nice. It's the choice of professionals.
I'm being watched.
You always were.
That couple over there, perhaps.
Shall we? You first.
Erdogan was working for MI5.
But Erdogan's not his real name.
It's Mussi Kartal.
In 2008, there was a bomb at a US Air Force base in Munich which killed 20 servicemen.
Mussi Kartal was part of the terrorist cell that was aleg...allegedly responsible for it.
Kartal was arrested, but he cut a deal with the prosecutors in exchange for his freedom.
MI5 liked the idea of a man who was already compromized.
They brought him in to be recruited by a local terrorist cell, the idea being that he would help plan a major attack but ultimately betray his fellow conspirators.
At the last moment. At the last moment.
And that's where it all went wrong.
That's why the secret is lethal.
Is that your headline? Huh. No headline without proof.
You've obviously never read a British newspaper.
Why don't they just kill Erdogan?
Then there would be no trial.
There'd be no verdict. No one to blame.
So we think he has a deal, do we?
He keeps his mouth shut, plays along.
Doesn't mind being found guilty, and in return, he's safe.
But defense barristers who ask the wrong sorts of questions, in this situation, well, they're sort of expendable. Aren't they?
Stay off the rooftops, Martin.
Can I have a phone, please? Pay as you go. Any kind you like.
Excuse me, can you take a photo of us?
Can I search your bag?
Ladies and gentlemen, Wembley, please welcome the teams.
This better be good.
Farroukh Erdogan was working for MI5.
Hold on. You have evidence of this?
No. I'll handle it. Trust me.
Martin, if that's our client's defense... It's not our client's defense.
Then we need to establish that.
We need to prove that he was actually working for the state.
You can't expose this.
Our client is pursuing a simple line of defense.
He won't challenge the findings but portrays himself as an unfortunate bystander.
"Yes, My Lord, there was half a ton
"of nitrate in my lock-up, but it wasn't mine."
Let me handle it in open session.
He will be wrongly convicted.
It will constitute a grave miscarriage of justice, as you now know, Martin.
The client's instructions...
Were what? "Send me to jail for the rest of my life"?
The informant. The anonymous informant.
Leave it, Claudia. Don't go anywhere near it.
The informant must know. That's what they're trying to hide.
Let me handle it in open session tomorrow.
I will act in our client's best interest, but not stand aside while the state perpetrates murder.
Another murder is what I'm trying to prevent.
They make it look like suicide.
Or an accident.
They got Simon and they nearly got me.
Oh, for goodness sake, Martin.
I don't want them to have a reason to get to you.
Anything else? No.
This morning is all about secret evidence.
Evidence the defense want disclosed, but which the prosecution say must be withheld to protect our country's security interests.
The defense will present their case, and the judge will decide which evidence can be put in front of a jury.
As such, rumor has it, some quite senior members of MI5 will be facing questions from Mr. Erdogan's special advocate, Claudia Simmons-Howe.
We are listed for both a closed and open session to review the evidence in Mr. Erdogan's case.
He's charged with murder, conspiracy to murder, conspiracy to cause explosions and possession of explosives.
Before we begin, we need to establish the order of today's proceedings.
I would suggest, My Lord, that we begin with the open material.
And the prosecution? I have no preference, My Lord.
But I always believe these matters are best left to the wisdom and discretion of the bench.
We will begin with the closed material. My Lord...
Prepare the court for a closed session.
Wigs off. We are now in closed.
The Crown argue that this evidence should not be disclosed to the defense in the interests of national security.
It will be presented for the benefit of the Special Advocate.
Miss Simmons-Howe, I understand that you wish to cross-examine the Security Service witness whom we will call Witness X.
I do, My Lord.
Witness X, you are the Security Service Chief of Operations in the Erdogan case?
You all right?
Taking it personally, are you now?
You mustn't. Nobody listens to me, either.
That's life. I just get on with it.
Think happy thoughts.
Will you confirm to the Special Advocate the identity of the informant?
The informant is Mr. Erdogan's 14-year-old son, Emir.
Could you tell the court why you believe it would harm national security to reveal his identity in open court?
Following Mr. Erdogan's arrest, we discovered that Emir had been hacking his father's computer for nearly three years.
He has detailed knowledge of communications between his father and significant people, known and unknown, in Istanbul, Berlin and in Pakistan.
More importantly, he knows many of the passwords his father used.
But why do you not want the boy's role in the arrest of his father to be revealed in open session?
Because he's asked for absolute assurances that he will not be called to give evidence in court.
So he has expressly requested anonymity?
And until this court confirms that he will remain anonymous, he's refusing to reveal key pieces of information that he's gathered from his father's computer files.
Are we sure he's telling the truth?
Small amounts of information he's already given have proven sound and extremely valuable.
And, presumably, if it were to be revealed in open court that Emir informed on his father and worse, that he's now in a position to provide the Security Services with invaluable information, there is a strong probability that his life would be in danger?
Last night. Looked like great goals.
That's more like it.
Excuse me a moment. Witness X...
I have some questions.
This is an important case for MI5, would you say?
It involves national security.
And I must say that importance has been made very clear to me, both professionally and even personally.
Your agents work very hard.
I'll be sure to pass on your appreciation.
Does all the information on Farroukh Erdogan's activities come from his son?
And prior to the bombing, there was no contact between MI5 and the defendant?
That's an odd question. Nevertheless, it has been asked.
We had no reason to link Mr. Erdogan to a plan to blow up Borough Market.
What about MI6?
Not as far as I'm aware, and I'm sure I would be, if they did.
Isn't it the truth that you don't want Emir Erdogan's identity to be disclosed because you're afraid of what he might reveal about his father, afraid that he might reveal something of his father's history?
Why did Erdogan return to London from Germany?
You spoke to him.
But he wouldn't answer my questions.
Who paid for his ticket, for example?
Perhaps you asked the wrong questions.
Or perhaps he had been told not to answer.
Wait. What do you mean?
You are claiming that Farroukh Erdogan was what was known as a "clean skin"?
That he was not considered to be a person of interest?
You had no surveillance on him?
He was not on your radar? No.
You were not handling him as an MI5 agent?
Are you familiar with the name Mussi Kartal?
That name is new to me.
Miss Simmons-Howe, where is this line of questioning leading?
My Lord, to answer that, I need an adjournment.
I wish to question the boy, Emir Erdogan, here in court.
That boy holds the key to unlock information that may save lives.
I believe he will support the case that Farroukh Erdogan was known to MI5, that he was working with MI5, and that, in fact, he was working for MI5 at the time of the bombing.
I believe Emir Erdogan has evidence that will support that claim.
I believe his testimony will expose the malpractice and incompetence of the Security Service, and demonstrate that his father was nothing more than a pawn in the hands of MI5, who used him to snare genuine terrorists in an operation that went tragically and murderously wrong for 120 people on that day.
Evidence? I believe so.
Just five seconds of your time, sir.
Mr. Rose, can I ask you a question?
Five seconds of your time.
Mr. Altman, the Crown will arrange to bring Emir Erdogan to court.
I will question him myself. 10:00 a.m. tomorrow.
My Lord... Tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.
Miss Simmons-Howe, where is she? You just missed her, sir.
Nothing but a civil servant, right?
I don't know what just happened in there, but whatever did...
Claudia was just trying to do her job.
We're simply trying to defend our client.
Your client is a guilty man.
And you know this because he worked for you.
He was inside the cell.
He didn't tell you what happened, and you assume that this means that he deliberately duped you.
But they could have crossed him as well. There is doubt.
You lawyers, you like your fucking doubt, don't you?
Well, I can't use doubt.
I can only use certainty.
I need certain knowledge in order to do my job.
To save lives.
You people, you're all the same.
You want the freedom to attack me, but without me, you wouldn't have much freedom at all.
Your girlfriend should have kept her mouth shut.
Ladies and gentlemen, at this time of heightened security, it is important...
Claudia, it's me.
Turn off your phone, dump your bag, dump everything and meet me at the first place I took you to.
The first place I took you to.
The accused, Farroukh Erdogan, appeared briefly in court number one and pleaded not guilty to all the charges against him.
They want you. In court.
To give evidence.
Are you okay with that, Emir?
I saw you. With my father.
There's a lot of blokes look like me.
...what information should be kept secret in the interest of national security and what information should be disclosed...
We leave at 9:00.
I'll drive you there myself.
...what seems increasingly a crucial question.
We don't know who appeared, we don't know what was said, we don't know what's being considered.
The case will continue tomorrow.
She don't know...
Emir, would you...
Hi, Claudia, this is Sophie from Chambers.
Just calling and hope that we can reschedule our meeting for next week from Monday to Thursday...
Claudia, if you're at home, get out of there.
Please meet me at the first place I took you to.
It's been so long. Listen, I need your help.
Don't. You're hurt.
I said, "Don't."
You're bleeding. Yeah. Well, it's not my blood.
Claudia, what happened?
You're safe now.
The informant is his son, Emir.
But he's just a child. He knows something, Martin.
They're clearly scared of him.
They've put him in a safe house.
He has evidence.
Of his father's links to MI5.
I wanted to see how they would react.
Yeah, well, now you know.
If you even begin to say, "I told you so."
No, Claudia, I... Because I...
All I care about is...
We're not strong enough to fight them, are we?
There's no good way out of this, is there? There's no...
There is no right way out of this.
So how do we do it?
I'll call them and tell them that we'll do as we're told.
It's that simple? Yes.
I hate that they hurt you.
I don't want to be here when you make the call.
I don't want to hear you do it.
It's Martin Rose. I need to talk to Melissa Fairbright or whoever it is that uses that pseudonym, please.
Yes? Melissa, it's Martin Rose.
I'm calling to make a deal.
Never mind your fucking deal.
Where's the boy?
Emir's gone. He's broken out of the safe house.
We don't have long. They'll trace my line.
If they find him, they'll kill him. They will kill him.
Well, then we have to stop them. How?
We get him to court.
If we get him to court, his evidence will protect him.
His old flat. He's not stupid.
He'll know they're watching him.
Where would a boy that age go?
He could be out on the streets, could be anywhere.
I sent to my aunt.
"I sent to my aunt."
That's what he said.
Well, keep looking.
Mrs. Kemmal, we've learned that your nephew has escaped.
Has run away from the place where he was being looked after.
Has he sent you anything recently?
I have not heard from him.
Or seen him? No.
Mrs. Kemmal, we want to help Emir.
But it's more than that.
I think that he could be in great danger.
We want to protect him.
I made a mistake.
We've all made mistakes.
Here's the evidence.
Everything you need from Dad's hard drive.
You have every advantage our society can offer.
But will you defend it?
No, you leave that to someone else. So I fight a war against men who'd see you wrapped up in a mask the moment you look like a woman.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Are you all right? They didn't get me.
Hello. Listen, we've got the boy.
Who? What are you talking about?
Emir Erdogan. They were going to kill him.
What the hell have you got yourself into?
I need you to meet me. He's not safe with us.
I need you to look after him.
Make sure that he gets to the court by 10:00 tomorrow.
Can you do that for me?
All right. All right, bring him here.
No, I'll meet you at the back of King's Cross in an hour from now.
Okay. Back of King's Cross tunnel.
I'll be there. And, Martin...
You be careful.
You know what?
It's a bit bloody late for that.
Do you think it'll work?
It'll buy us a few hours.
He'll see you. No, he won't.
Because he's not coming.
If he was, he'd be here by now.
He doesn't trust you, Devlin.
And you assured us you could control him, steer him in the right direction.
Sorry. I have to make a decision now.
Do you understand?
Devlin. I'd never have thought.
Only two people knew I was at the football.
You and MI5.
The moment he asked about the game, I knew.
Your son's? Yes.
How old is he now?
Old enough to know how much I fucked up his life.
In so many ways, you were the worst thing that ever happened to me.
You were undoubtedly the worst thing that ever happened to me.
They'll be waiting for us.
What if they stop us before we get to court?
Well, at least we tried.
This is a security announcement.
If you see anything suspicious or anyone acting suspiciously, please report it immediately to a member of staff or the police.
Okay. You know the plan.
Will justice be served in court today?
Mr. Altman, are we ready to proceed?
My Lord, I call Emir Erdogan to answer any questions that the court or Miss Simmons-Howe may have.
I swear by Allah that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
How's the neck?
That is good news.
I wondered if you and I might...
We could go for breakfast.
You and I? Yes. Wouldn't that be nice?
Emir, I have some questions for you.
Do you recognize this? That's my memory stick.
My Lord, might this be exhibit number one.
There are a number of files that are of potential relevance and which I would now like to examine.
I expect he's in full flow by now.
Don't you think? The boy.
As I understand it, his evidence could cause a mighty furore.
But I wouldn't want this trial to be the end of your career, Martin.
Which it would be, if all the facts were to be revealed.
About how you and the Special Advocate were in frequent communication.
Indeed, that you went so far as to meet up.
Quite contrary to the terms of your binding oath.
My heartfelt, sincere advice as a...
Well, my advice is to let it go, all of it.
What am I?
Government senior law officer.
Adviser to the Prime Minister.
It means nothing.
There are powers at play that neither you nor I, nor the Prime Minister, for that matter, may even hope to control.
I mean, not entirely. Not at the very essence of the term.
So there is, you see, a certain inevitability about it, wouldn't you say?
The collapse of the case. What else?
I just have this feeling, don't you?
Who's to say? Perhaps it's better that way.
Erdogan. Safe until he isn't, right?
As I say, it's just a feeling.
Call it what you will.
A calamity for justice, of course.
Now, we can fret about it, become indignant, write an angry letter to the newspapers or our Members of Parliament.
Won't make any difference.
Emir's evidence is being heard in closed session and that is where it will remain.
It will be presented in accordance with the law, then the evidence will be placed in a box.
The box will then be closed and it will never be opened again.
Of course, there'll be the inevitable government inquiry, which will take a number of years and will fail to reach any conclusions.
But if no one misbehaves, no one larks around at the back of the class, Emir and Ilkay Erdogan will not be deported to somewhere unpleasant.
They will be allowed to live here.
You try not to forget that, Martin.
That is your part of the bargain.
Responding to news of the collapse of the case this morning, the Attorney General made the following statement.
This is a major disappointment.
With the eyes of the world upon us, it saddens me hugely that we weren't able to show the great strength of our legal process and judicial system.
I will, of course...
You never answer your phone.
I never know what to say.
Emir and his mother have been allowed to stay.
But I guess you already knew that.
You blame yourself.
Well, that's good.
The old Martin Rose would never have accepted the blame for anything.
I only said, "Mostly."
Well, that's even better 'cause that means the old Martin Rose has not entirely gone.
But no longer practicing.
Please ask the stenographer to put that on the record.
See, I know where this is going.
And the answer is "no."
It will be just like being here, doing this.
I get it. And for the next bit, you tell me that the law needs men of integrity.
Yeah, it does.
But that doesn't mean that there's also a place for someone like you.
Usually after I...
There's a place not far from here.
It's not very good. It's a bit over-priced.
I can't honestly recommend it.
But um, you're welcome to join me.
In fact, I'd be very happy if you did.
Would the Attorney General care to comment on the rumors of a cover-up in the collapse of the Farroukh Erdogan case?
And does he still consider our legal system to be fair and transparent?
I am certain that as I stand here today, our justice system stands out as a beacon of clarity...
Stands out as a beacon of clarity, of equality and, above all, of integrity.
- Resign! Resign!