【 台词】第一季 第一集

Billy: He's part-heard, Brian, what can I do? Hang on Brain.
Of course I've got somebody else for you. Hang on for a second, will you Brian?
Matha: Guess what, Jake?
Jake: Hello, Miss.
M: My murder...
J: I better...Sorry. "Hello?"
B: Jake, Jake, Jake, she finished yet?
J: Has your trial finished yet?
M: Yes.
J: Yes.
B: Good. Brian?
J: Thanks Miss.
M: Cheers.
J: Sorry Miss.
B: Well you know what they say Brian. First rule of clerking, always put the girls
in with the psychopaths. All right, I'll call you back.

M: Hi mum, it's me. Um..did I tell you about the murder trial I was did?
Anyway doesn't matter. Bye, mum.
B: Tomorrow.
M: What?
B: Aggravated burglary.
M: What's the aggravated bit?
B: Torture. Of an old-age pensioner. Tied him up and nearly punched his head off.
M: Oh, and don't tell me... You think a woman would go down better with a jury.
B: Got nothing to do with me. Solicitors asked for you.
M: And what's he like?
B: The solicitor or the client?
M: The client.
B: He's um...You'd be fine.
M: A backsheet and a DVD?
B: I'll bike the rest over. You'll be fine. Trust me, fine.

M: Where's the brief Billy?
B: Where's the cab? Where's the cab?
B: The drugs, it's going to plead.
C: You sure?
B: And you are in front of judge Ladd.
C: Excellant.
B: So reference for you silk application. I was thinking Sir.
C: I love it when you think Billy.
B: Do you reckon he'll get silk?
J: There's a problem.
B: More than one application from a young set of chambers like us is not a good idea.
We've got two applications. His and hers.
J: Not much we can do about that, is there? Is there?

Nick: Do you want a hand?
M: No.
Speaker: Will all parties please go to Court one...
Security: Sorry Sir, have you got anything in your pockets?
N: How do I find the barrister who's looking after me?
M: Look on the court lists see which court you're in and they'll come and find you there.
M: Sorry, can you not talk to me? I've got to complete focus. Sorry.
Prosecutor: The aggravated burglary? I'm prosecuting you.
M: Oh.
Pro: Nice man your client.
M: That's what you say about everyone you prosecute.
Pro: If he is here if he's standing trial that means the cps the police and me all think
he did it. What does that tell you?
M: That he very badly needs me fighting his corner.
Pro: Up-to-date list of previous.

M: Yeah, sorry yes. Could you please get the solicitor in the case of...Mercedes Cordoba
to come to reception right now please?
C: You up to speed on this Marth?
M: Yes. Are you co-defending?
C: Yeah, big softy this judge. Let's go for it. You and me together, eh Marth?
M: Plead?
C: You know you want to.
M: I've got a big trial in court one in half an hour so...
C: Yeah. I've got no mitigation to speak of and you're poor vulnerable and pregnant.
How hard can it be? We'll be 20 minutes tops.
M: Stop saying "tops", like you are someone Clive. You went to Harrow.

Nick: You're Martha costello?
M: I'm not representing you.
N: No, I'm your new pupil.
M: Oh, God. Sorry, don't ever do this.
N: What's that?
M: See a client without a solicitor's rep present.
N: Right. Why not?
M: Protection in case a difficult client wants to say you've given bad advice.
Barristers can be sued now. Even baby ones.
N: Is this client difficult?
M: Oh, yes.
N: Right.
M: So don't speak don't say a word. Leave it all to me.
Security: Cells.
M: Brief for Gary Rush.
N: Just wanted to say I haven't got a wig and gown yet. Is that all right?
M: I'll let you into a secret. Putting one of these on and one of these on your head so helps.
It's like a superman coming out of the phone box. OK, Gary Rush, the victim is 85 years
old which makes this...well a bad bad thing which is why it matters that the right man goes
down for it. One big question, can a terrified 85-year-old be relied upon to identify his
balaclaved attacker correctly?

Ds Scarrow(police): You here for Gary?
M: Yes.
D: DS Scarrow. There you go.
M: Thank you.
D: Word of advice. Don't be alone with him.
M: You don't intimidate me.
D: I'm concerned for your safety that's all.
M: Right, we haven't got time to talk to him properly, so think like a waitress.
N: What?
M: Get the bread on the table the drinks out fast then they are happy to wait for the food.
Gary: Are you for me?
M: Yes.
G: Who's the boy?
M: This is...is my pupil.
G: Are you good?
M: Look, give me a few minutes and then we'll talk properly.
G: I'll be going to prison huh for a very long time if I'm convicted of this. Now I've never
met you before but from where I'm standing you look a bit lightweight frankly. So I
think you should answer my question now.
M: I'm good.
G: But you are not a qc.
M: Not yet.
G: Are you not going to come in talk to me?
M: I'm short of time Mr. Rush.

N: How old are you?
M: 35.
N: How long have you been 35?
M: Couple of years.
N: Is it hard to get silk?
M: Everything changes. You get to choose your cases take time off, when you want to
ask leading questions and get away with it.
Peter: I'm from Cant Frogett for the Rush trial.
M: Where the hell have you been?
P: I had a casting. I'm an actor. This is what I do when I'm not working.
N: What was the casting for?
P: Head and shoulders. The shampoo Giant?
C: Pleading?
M: Yes. Who's that?
C: Two new pupils in Chambers. Billy gave me first choice, so I plumped for the girl.
M: Did you, really? On what basic?
C: On the basic that she's got a really useful brain.
N: Nick Slade.
Niamh: Oh, right. You're the other one.
N: The other one?
Niamh: Sorry that came out a bit wrong. I'm the other new pupil, Niamh.
N: Shouldn't we...shake hands or something?
Niamh: Barristers don't shake hands. It's kind of a rule.
N: Right. How do you know that?
Niamh: My father's a judge.
N: Oh, right.

Court clerk: All rise.
M: Billy said this judge might be a reference for my silk application.
C: He said that to me, too.
M: We can't both ask him.
C: Let's see how we go, shall we?
M: Mercedes Cordoba is poor. She comes from the Ciudad Bolivar in Bogota which
means her poverty is extreme. She was classically vulnerable to the approach from
the drug cartel who exploited her with the offer of money for travelling on a hot flight
to London with drugs in her belly. She has shown great courage in pleading guilty.
She knows that she will lose her baby into care. We can only imagine how hopeless
your situation must be to agree to swallowing condoms filled with cocaine, knowing
the damage they could cause to you and your baby. Mercedes Cordoba is not
heartless not evil, she's just deseperate she will pay for what she's done she knows
that. But I ask your honour to pass a sentence which reflects her sad life and gives
her hope for a better one.
Judge: Do you want to address me on the relative status positions of the two defendants?
M: I think it's already there in everything I've said your honour.

M: You set me up you bastard.
C: What was I supposed to do? Tell you in advance?
M: You knew you were going to cut my throat.
C: Doing my job representing my client reading the brief. Don' take it personally.
Where would we all be if we took things personally?
M: Don't patronize me.
C Why not? You're behaving like a child. You clearly hadn't read this naes. Let me guess,
Still at home an unopened file lying on the floor or somewhere? You din't do your job
properly you know it, that's why you are cross.
M: She just got 14 years for God's sake.
C: Whose fault is that?
M: Where are you going?
C: To ask the judge for a reference.
M: Of course I don't take things personally.
Speaker: Will Miss Costello of Counsel please..
M: What, What.
B: Hello?
C: Billy, the drugs mule. I got 8 she got 14.
B: Reference Sir?
C: Reference to die for I'd think.
B: Very good, Sir.
B: 245 women silks ever. Ever, out of tens of thousands. Now boys you've got to respect
a statistic like that. And it's still 12 male qc's to every Doris. I mean what are the odds Jake?
Hmm?

M: How good is you sight?
Dodd: It's fine.
M: You attended an id procedure at the police station, and during that
procedure you made a request to sit nearer to the screen.
Dodd: I wanted to look at the eyes. Their shape, their colour. When he was
in the flat I thought "You're good", you are not giving me anything here
but for one thing, your eyes. I'm going to get you on that.
M: You pride yourself on being sprightly for your age. You might not be very
good at admitting that your faculties are working less well now than they
were. You're raging against the dying of the light.
Dodd: My light is not dying Miss Costello. That was the man in my flat and I'm
not mistaken about it.
M: How's your hearing Mr. Dodd?
Dodd: He didn't speak. Not one.
M: Will you look at your witness statement? It's three lines from the bottom of the
second page. What does it say?
Dodd: It says the intruder had no particular accent.
M: You've just told this jury that he didn't speak Mr. Dodd. So how do you know
what accent the intruder actually had?
Dadd: He hummed. The whole time he was in my flat. He only stopped humming
when he was hitting me.
M: Is that in your witness statement?
Dodd: No.
M: The whole point of a witness statement is to tell the whole truth to the police,
isn't it? So why didn't you mention he was humming?
Dodd: I didn't want him to seen like he was mad.
M: I beg your pardon?
Dodd: I'd like him to go to a proper prison.
M: Oh, I see. So, no soft option for the man you believe did this to you?
Dodd: I don't want him going into a home for the mentally ill.
M: The police have made an arrest and you've assumed they've got the right man.
Yeah, and now you want to make sure he's convicted and above all punished.
J-2: Is this a question or a speech Miss Costello?
M: This defendant wasn't there. You've got the wrong man Mr. Dodd.
Dodd: My wife died in a home for the mentally ill. She had to wear nappies at the
end. When she died, her nappy hadn't been changed for three days. I wanted
to do it for her but she wouldn't let me. "You're my husband." she said. The
last time I visited her, there was a new sign up in the room where they sat to
watch the television in. It said: "No dancing." I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Not even my worst enemy.
J-2: Lunch?

Prosecutor: What do you think? That yawn put about another year
on his sentence?
N: How's it going?
M: You should have got a second hand one. A viegin white wig makes you
look like you don't know what you're doing.
N: Well actually I nicked it.
M: Very funny.
Rush: Where the hell is my barrister? Where's my brief?
I'm going to get sent down for this.
Warder: Who do you want first?
M: Can I do Gary Rush for two minutes and then Mercedes Cordoba?
Rush: I don't think you know what you're doing.
M: I'm going to get you off.
M: Mercedes Cordoba?
Warder: Van's gone.
M: What? I told you I was going to be two minutes.
Warder: There's no point shouting about it. She's gone. You've got
14 years to talk to her.
M: Get the number for the prison and I'll call them.

M: Touting party.
N: Touting?
M: Billy invites lots of judges and all the solicitors we're supposed to suck up to
and we do lots of sucking up.
N: Touting or Tarting party?
M: First impressions, Nick. Make them like you.
M: Is there a vo for a legal visit? Mercedes Cordoba. Why not? You shouldn't
have received a request for one. She's pregnant she's vulnerable and she's
about to start a 14 year sentence tonight. I need to see her. Hello? (Dile tone)
Hello?
Billy: Excuse me.
Ah, Brian frogett senior partner from Cant frogett rang to remind us he's too
important to come to this kind of do, but he says he's making an exception
because he heard about your performance today and he'd like to meet you.
Brian: What kind of question was that?
M: Sorry?
Brian: Oh, what? You've forgotten? About the worst question asked of anyone in
the witness box ever? I know, let's see if the burglar yawned shall we? Tell
me did he yawn at all after beating the crap out of you?
M: You don't understand.
Brian: Aggravated doesn't cover it, does it? We're going to have to invent a new
term for this. How about psychopath burglary? Will that do it?
M: Who told you?
Brian: Another stupid question. Peter told me, or was he wrong?
M: I told you, you don't understand. And I'm sorry, who's Peter?
Brian: The outdoor clerk who's been with you all day.
M: Hardly. He spent most of his day at casting or on the phone to his agent. Maybe
if you had an outdoor clerk who knew how to read a trial properly.
Brian: Was it him asking the suicidal questions? Or was that the brianless woman
in the wig?
B: I think you'd better leave.
Brian: What did you just say?
B: No-one ever talks to her like that.
Brian: Excuse me. Excuse me.
B: Clear this up, clear this up. Get this cleared up boys.
It's called unconditional love. I'll do the same for anyone of you.
Woman clerk: Brian frogett is a big big solicitor. He hates us we lose work we lose
money. Where does love get you?
B: You all right, Miss?
M: Yes.
B: Sorry about that.
M: Thank you.