More than a quarter
of a century has passed
since Sophie's body
was discovered
abandoned on the laneway
leading up to her holiday home.
More than a quarter
of a century before
Ian Kenneth Bailey...
...the self-confessed
chief suspect,
having finally been dragged
by the forces of law and order
out into the light of day,
now stays silent.
Refusing to assist
in his own defense
by taking the stand.
Refusing to confess
in a court of law
to what he's freely
bragged about...
in private.
And in public.
We've seen him
strut for the media,
smile for the camera.
He's not smiling now.
And what about Sophie,
Mr. Bailey?
This beautiful woman,
bon vivant, full of life.
A life taken away too soon.
By this silent assassin.
And if you have any doubt
whatsoever about his guilt,
remember he said...
"I did it."
"I k*lled her."
"I k*lled her."
Now he sits, mute and unashamed.
You are a balanced jury,
equal men and women.
All of you must
convict this man.
He must be sent away to serve
the rest of his days in jail.
To die in a French prison.
Dear jury,
please follow me.
Foreman, so, um,
In the unlikely event
of a blackout,
use this flashlight, all right?
Thank you. Thank you.
Who's number six?
It's me.
Is that correct? Next of kin.
-Yes.
-Okay, perfect.
And you are number...?
I've done them already.
Number 8.
What are we having
for lunch?
Oh, why don't we have
Chinese like we did last Friday?
Do we sit?
No, no, no.
We have to sit in order.
Look, the best
I can do is remember numbers.
I can't remember
all your names.
I think we-we've all
been through a tough time,
being away from the family,
being isolated,
and having to hear the horrible,
gruesome details
of a m*rder
still leaves me with a feeling
in the pit of my stomach.
I mean, I-I can only imagine
her last moments.
So, it has filled me
with a passion
to get justice for her.
Juror 8.
Uh...
Yeah.
We have all
the police statements.
We've heard all the evidence
over 60 days.
Yous have all got
to know each other.
Maybe too much.
Um...
I think there's nothing
to do here
but just to get an overview
of where we stand.
-Would you agree on that?
-Yeah.
I think we're all
on the same page there.
-Yeah.
-Yeah? Okay. So...
Let's just have a show of hands
for guilty.
Innocent?
You want more of this?
No, wait, hold on.
She has a right to her decision,
you know, so...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to laugh.
-No, I'm sorry.
-Huh?
I'm sorry.
No, no,
what I mean is...
No, I'm sorry.
You actually do think
he's innocent?
Yeah.
I know-I know that's, um,
funny--I mean, absurd.
And I don't want everyone
to wait for me.
Um...
And-and I know you
want to go home,
and we have a lot of evidence,
but I--
Yeah, I'm aware
of the absurdity,
but I just have this feeling,
and I-I'm sorry.
You can't be serious.
I have somewhere to go.
You thought he deserved prison.
Yeah.
I did, and, but um...
I don't know if he deserves
to die in prison.
You know?
What does that even mean?
I don't know. I just--I have-
I have a doubt, you know?
You don't have a doubt?
None.
Well, I have a doubt.
I-I don't know w-what it is.
I-it's a feeling or intuition.
Look, uh...
w-with respect,
if you don't mind.
I know you're talking
about your feelings,
but facts don't care
about your feelings.
Okay?
Okay. Can I say something?
I don't know if I have
the right to say it,
b-but I feel like sharing this
with you, and--
So...
My grandfather was
in a concentration camp,
which has nothing to do
with what we're doing here,
but it always gave me
this feeling of...
I had a different
perception of prison
and what it means to, um,
put someone into a prison
and have this decision made
by some sort of machine
or structure or...
rule system or justice system
that we create and with which
we judge someone, and, um,
I don't know, I just, I can't.
So, sorry,
do you not think there should
be prisons at all, then?
Now...
I don't want to be rude,
but we all heard the same case,
and what would happen,
like, if...
he went free and k*lled again?
I know.
I--This is a terrible thought.
As well as sending
an innocent man to prison.
But he's not innocent.
-No, I'm not saying-
-Have you seen the pictures?
What pictures?
These pictures.
Jury.
This is what he did
to his girlfriend.
I mean, it doesn't look good.
The police had them on file.
This is what
convinced everybody he did it.
Pass them down.
I certainly don't want
to see them again.
Did you...
Did you ever think
he might've been guilty?
What are we dancing
around here for?
Look, he was spotted the night
of the k*lling at the bluff.
The guard said that.
Yeah,
that was Hunt's Hill.
Yeah, Hunt's Hill. He was there
at Hunt's Hill with his missus.
And he comments about
Sophie's light being on?
Why would he do that?
Tell me. Am I mad?
"To look at the view," he said.
Oh, that's right. It was
Times Square he was looking at.
No, it was nighttime in December
in the backyard of nowhere,
in f*cking Cork.
Are you serious? He was checking
if the rendezvous light was on
and she had her clothes
on or off.
Dressed. Ready.
That's what it was.
That's what he did.
And we know what he did.
He went back to his missus.
"Good night, Jules, my darling."
Creeped out of bed
like the little creep he is,
put on a long, dark, black coat.
Walked back in full arrogance,
thinking she was gonna go
for his shitty f*cking
English poetry.
But she rejected him.
She said, "You have a partner."
But what did he do?
He kept on going 'cause
it's Ian Bailey, the egomaniac.
He tried her again.
She rejected him again.
What did he do? He k*lled her
in a fit of f*cking rage.
Am I lying here?
Am I mad?
It has been proven
that he lied in his statement.
Initially, he said he went
to bed and he stayed there.
And then he said he got up
to write an article.
Yeah, but he volunteered
all his information.
Yes, but it meant
he didn't have an alibi.
Yeah,
and he placed himself
front and center as a suspect.
What if he did a mistake
and he wanted
to correct himself?
I'm just saying that
sometimes we can't--
Remember. We think
we remember, but we don't.
Who is doing the thought?
You are doing the thinking.
That's your brain working.
If it works.
Mostly it doesn't.
We're asking
what is thinking now.
That's where we're at.
Yes, exactly.
How do we know what we remember?
You said you had something,
whatever,
chicken f-foo thing, you said.
When did you have that lunch?
We had--
Well, it was last Friday.
You had tandoori chicken
on the bone.
-Yeah, that's right.
-Yeah.
-Check again.
-Friday. Friday, yeah.
I can check.
I don't know the exact date.
It was Thursday, actually.
That doesn't prove anything.
I'm just saying that what--
That's how well our
memory works.
I don't know where
this is going because
I know exactly what I had
and what day I had it.
It was beef,
broccoli and sesame salad.
And who cares about your beef,
and broccoli, and sesame seeds?
Are you people serious,
talking about your bellies?
This is the most savage m*rder
to ever happen in the country!
This man comes over here,
thinking it was his royal duty
to beat women,
tells people he k*lled Sophie,
and we're wondering
if he did it or not?
Am I-Am I losing my mind
over here?
-Juror 3, sit down.
-What? Sit down?
What's going on there?
Someone explain to me!
f*cking hell.
Just take it easy.
We gotta have some order.
Yeah, we'll have some order.
I love order, yeah.
They're looking to order
f*cking food over there.
Our job is to reach
a conclusion, yeah?
We're just gonna
have to convince
Juror 8 of our point of view.
Yeah, how long
is that gonna take us?
Forever.
Look, anyone
who wants to give their reasons
for a guilty can.
So for me, Juror 8,
it was his lack of empathy
with the victim.
The fact that he kept
referring to her as Bouniol,
as if he refused
her married name,
as if he refused
her true identity
as the wife of, uh,
Daniel Toscan du Plantier.
H-he never seemed to--He--
Her name seemed to get stuck
in his throat.
So I couldn't see
any empathy there.
I felt he didn't want
to revisit the crime.
He didn't want
to look into her eyes again.
I mean, if he did it,
that's what he dreams
every night.
Her last moments.
Juror 2.
I've had police in
my family for three generations.
I think the Irish people
trust them
and I trust them,
and i-if Ian Bailey is innocent,
that means that there's
widespread corruption
going through the whole guards,
and I find that hard to believe.
You know? I mean,
why would they lie about it?
Like, what do they have
to gain by lying?
I can't see it.
- Juror 3.
- I'll pass.
I think I've said enough,
haven't I?
Four?
Well, if I remember rightly,
he was seen
following her the day before.
By two different people.
I think it was Dan Griffin
and Marie Farrell.
They saw him the day before
in town,
watching her
from across the street.
Now, he wasn't following her
for the good of his health.
Maybe he wasn't following her.
-But he was--
-I-I wasn't there.
That's what I'm saying.
But two people
were there
and they saw him following her.
Well, you can be influenced
very easily.
I can influence you of a lot
of things you're going to say.
I can if I want to,
but I'm not doing it.
All right. Okay.
Juror 5.
I'll go later.
Okay.
Well, then, Juror 6.
I prefer to pass for now.
You pass?
Y-yeah, the same as you.
Y-you passed.
Yeah, but we know
what side I'm on.
That's... that's very clear.
Oh...
Can you shut up
for a minute, yeah?
Something-something's going
on between you two.
I sensed it before.
Don't bring
personal stuff into it, Juror 3.
- Juror 7.
- Okay. Okay.
I think she was coming
to meet him.
I think it went wrong.
Juror 9.
Now, I'm convinced
that the bleaching
of the coat in the bucket
was to remove blood
from the coat.
He's guilty.
Juror 10.
All right, yup. Yeah.
There was something
going on between them.
- You're bang on.
- Yeah.
She came over to meet him.
They met up, had a row.
It all went wrong, you know?
That rock.
He had to be a big man
to lift that rock.
He was a big man.
She was a small woman.
The rage took over. Yeah.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
-Yeah. I think...
-She couldn't defend herself.
Juror 11.
Can I just have a second?
Uh, 12, can you go?
-Sure.
-Yeah. Thanks.
It's overwhelming.
Just think about the evidence
you have seen,
that we have all seen.
I have no doubt
that he is guilty.
Yeah.
Sorry, um...
I would like to see
the statement
of the English pathologist.
Not Harbison?
Yeah. What was his name?
Sorry. Juror 4?
-Jason something.
-Jason Payne.
-Yeah, Jason.
-Jason Payne.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
He appeared by video link, so--
Um...
Could we see the Jason Payne
video link, please?
Right, so on Sophie's face,
on the left-hand side,
there were two wounds.
They look very much like
typical stab-type injuries.
And if we look on the right--
Actually, this is the left-hand
side again,
we can see a cut across
what it's called
is the thenar eminence there.
That is consistent
with the defendant's wound,
where somebody tries
to grab the blade of the knife.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Can we stop it?
Okay, Sergeant,
can we pause it there?
Okay, if I--
so just for me to understand,
because I'm apparently very slow
and stupid and--
-You would be, yeah.
-Yeah, I don't get it.
So, for me,
I want to understand.
So, he stabs her twice like that
with a knife, yeah,
in-in her cheek.
The next time,
or whenever she grabs the knife,
and that's where
she gets this on the picture.
The-the wound, yes?
-Yeah. Here we go.
-Okay, now if--
And can you play more?
Like, continue.
Yeah.
Pass those pictures down, and--
Yeah, okay,
let's finish out that.
This is where he's talking
about the damage to her eyes.
On this one,
we can see what's called
a petechial hemorrhage,
which are these
pinpoint hemorrhages
which are created by pressure.
So, where I push on the neck.
Okay? So...
Then he goes on saying that
she was choked unconscious.
And then...
So, the original pathologist
only talks about a rock
and her being hit with a rock,
which is why she died.
This pathologist
now suddenly talks about
the stabbing and the choking,
which is what we see
with the fingernails,
where she tried to free herself,
and once she was unconscious,
hit with a rock.
And so, I'm just saying,
if they have this wrong,
what else did they miss?
Did that make any sense
to anybody else? No?
I don't know. What are we gonna
figure out reenacting
the stabbing with a f*cking pen?
Can you please stop that?
Is that like--
Are you a recorder?
Are you on record?
Are you on repeat?
Do you have a different CD
we can put in?
Yes. Thank you. Okay.
But the two pathologists.
-That is an issue.
-Mhm.
He f*cking k*lled her.
Simple as. He's a m*rder*r.
But why did they not
do a better job?
It's their f*cking job.
Do you understand this is
nothing to him?
He nearly took the eye out
of his own woman.
Do you understand?
This is nothing to him.
Okay? This is his royal duty.
Okay? To beat women, k*ll women.
Oh, you'd be surprised
how many men beat their women.
No, I wouldn't be surprised.
I know.
I know.
I never hit a woman in my life.
Uh-huh.
Shh, guys.
Stop, Juror 3, please.
I'm not saying
that he's innocent.
I'm just saying
that there's a possibility
that he's innocent.
This is not
about you two.
It's about Bailey
and that poor woman.
Yes. So, please,
can we have another vote?
-Okay. Okay.
-Can we have another vote?
-We can.
-If we vote...
and everyone says
he's guilty except me,
then I'm ready to give up,
I will.
-Okay.
-Finally, we can go home.
That-That's fair enough.
Okay.
-Okay.
-Yeah.
But it has to be, um,
it has to be anonymous.
Anonymous? Why?
Because otherwise,
we can be influenced.
By who?
I won't say that.
Oh, will you now?
-All right.
-Okay.
-Anonymous vote. Yeah.
-Let's just do the vote.
Okay. So...
Okay.
Pass them along.
Pass them along.
Here.
I think you need a few more.
Okay.
Thank you.
Will you
fold them up, please?
And don't show them
to anybody else.
Okay.
Want to make sure now.
Pass them along.
-Are we ready?
-Yeah.
Okay. Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty. Yeah.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Not guilty.
Not guilty.
That's two "not guilty"s.
Oh.
Can a man have permission
to speak, please?
You voted twice.
Yes, I voted twice.
I know
what happened now, really.
I spotted it from day one.
I said it to you.
You two are in bed together.
Are you crazy?
If something's going on behind
our backs, can I join, please?
Three in a bed.
Whoa.
Now, hold it.
Oh, I like it rough.
I like it rough.
I'm the violent man?
So who was the person?
Was it you?
Was it you, Ms. Claustrophobia?
It was me.
-It was you?
-Yeah.
Oh, this is madness.
This person,
whoever k*lled Sophie,
h-he had his hands
around her neck.
I mean, this m*rder was about
silencing her.
Whoever wanted her dead
wanted her silenced.
All we have here
is a room full of men
shouting, silencing
another woman.
f*ck that!
f*ck that! Don't make it
about men versus women.
I was raised by a single mother.
No one dare call me
a misogynist.
I am defending
a dead woman here.
What are you doing?!
Look, there you go!
-There's what women do!
-Can I speak, please?
Sit down,
please, please.
I think we owe it
to Sophie to talk about this.
Can we do that?
To discuss this
in a civilized manner?
Yeah, civilized.
That's how we get to justice,
being civilized. Yeah?
Number 3, please.
Please.
Come on.
Look, I think
the French thought
that Bailey was a buffoon.
And wasn't he always
naming the husband as,
uh, I don't know,
somehow involved?
Like, the only real evidence
that Dermot Dwyer
had against Bailey
was that he said
Marie Farrell said
she saw him at the scene
of the crime on Sunday night
and also Saturday
outside of her shop.
Well, that was Dwyer's
trump card, you know.
And, um, Foreman,
could you ask the sergeant
to reverse that shot of Marie?
Yeah, Sergeant,
can you reverse the--
That shot
of Marie Farrell
coming out of the court
with Dermot Dwyer?
Could we have that, please?
There you go.
That's Dermot Dwyer.
That's him.
-Yep.
-Right there.
And, Sergeant,
play, uh,
Toscan in Ireland
with Dermot Dwyer.
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, it doesn't look
like Dermot's in charge there.
Yeah,
it looks like Toscan is.
So, I think six months after,
the husband,
he got married to another woman.
I think I read something
like that in an article online.
-Really?
-Yeah.
He got married
a year later
to a woman who worked for
the same company Sophie did.
Her name was Melita.
And six months after she died,
I think he got her pregnant.
So what? Six months after Sophie
died, he got a woman pregnant
and then was married to her,
what, within a year?
Yeah, that's what I gathered
from the article, yeah.
When he was
asked about it, he said,
you know,
after the death, he chose life.
And you can kind of
see his point, you know?
Usually in these situations,
is it not always the husband
that commits these things?
Not the lover?
How many times do you have to be
told the husband was in France?
He didn't even come
to claim the body, though.
You know, if my wife
was k*lled in a foreign country,
I would be there.
You know, you'd be there.
You'd talk to the police.
You know,
you'd do whatever you could
to make sure whoever did it was
caught or brought to justice.
It just doesn't make
sense why he didn't come.
It's strange.
Her family
was coming over to get her.
What's strange is that
the Irish police weren't allowed
to interview the husband.
That's strange. Please.
-I mean...
-Did he not give a statement?
He did, yes,
but he had his lawyer
present in France
and he gave it
to the French police,
not the Irish.
We're gonna have
to get the sergeant
to play this for us.
Um...
Her husband, Daniel,
accused Garda
of treating him with suspicion
and keeping him in the dark.
Two years ago, he vowed
that he wouldn't
return to Ireland
until his wife's m*rder
had been solved.
Daniel Toscan du Plantier
brushed aside questions
from waiting journalists
before heading for Bandon
for a meeting with senior
officers in the case.
And it was only years
after Bailey had been arrested
that Daniel came back
to Ireland.
Do you take back
the criticism
that you made two years ago
of the police force,
that they were keeping you
in the dark
and perhaps treating you
with suspicion?
Well, the problem
is not on this side,
but that case has to be solved,
and I think it will be.
It's very upsetting. I mean,
everything combined together.
And if now, on top of that,
there is a husband
that is not really investigated
and also didn't come,
maybe this man
is in a lot of pain.
You know, we don't know.
Toscan said he and
Melita were united by grief.
And her story
is that her mother
was k*lled by her father,
but he was never arrested
because he was
a police informer.
Okay, so...
Uh...
Look, I'm not implying
Bailey is innocent in any way,
but all these are his articles.
And he's the only one
who's speaking about
a French connection,
the only journalist in Ireland.
And you can't deny
her love life was mysterious.
Both their love lives
were mysterious.
And he was friends with Chirac,
a very powerful man.
And this is the week
before he's arrested,
so, once Bailey's arrested,
all this stops.
Look.
Bailey knew everything,
all right?
Everything about the crime.
He was a journalist.
He knew stuff
he shouldn't have known.
He was
just doing his job.
He barely had a job.
He was a narcissist.
He thought everyone
was in love with him.
He met Princess Diana once
and he thought
she was in love with him.
Yeah, but why would
Eddie Cassidy
send a low-level stringer
to the scene?
He was nearby.
Who was
Eddie Cassidy?
He was a journalist.
He gave Bailey work, you know,
he was good to him.
And why was it so urgent
to send Bailey
to the scene of the crime?
'Cause he said
there was a death.
A suspicious death?
No, just a death.
So, Bailey knew it was m*rder.
All along?
Before the editor.
He knows absolutely everything.
He just m*rder*d a woman
and then he just...
Just goes home
and waits for a phone call
from the editor
to return to the m*rder scene.
'Cause
that's what they do.
Who?
Murderers!
f*cking psychos!
Twisted people like Bailey!
They don't care about people,
they're sick in the head.
Okay, they just toy with people.
You've got no idea
what it's like
to live in fear
of a person like that.
You haven't got a clue,
all right?
To see your dad
getting b*ll*ts in the post
or your friend's dad
lying in a coffin!
They've got murals for hunger
strikers, for everyone.
Where's the murals
for the m*rder*d unarmed guards?
- Enough!
- Get off me, will you?
All the unarmed guards.
Garda Fallon, Garda Burn,
Garda Morley.
Where's the mural for them?
Where's your f*cking
respect for them?
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
You don't know anything.
You don't know what I've been
through, all right?
You don't know how it is
to fall asleep
in a hail of grenades,
hiding in a f*cking bathtub!
That's my f*cking first memory!
You don't know sh*t!
All right?
f*cking abject psychology!
Okay.
Look, for what it's worth,
I'm sorry for flying
off the handle.
Okay, I took it too far.
I'm sorry as well.
But he knew
everything.
He was the first to know
she was not sexually assaulted.
'Cause he was too drunk.
He went into a rage,
smashed her head in
like he did with Jules.
Then he got panicky,
ran off home.
No, he didn't.
He went to Jules' house.
-The same thing.
-No, that's not the same thing.
His house is like 80 yards
up the road, I think.
He reported there were
two glasses by the sink.
He was putting the blame
on somebody else.
He was trying to take
the attention away from himself
and onto somebody else.
Yeah, he was always pointing
the finger at the husband.
Maybe that's why
they wanted to shut him up.
Look, the husband is
a thousand miles away.
Okay, so what did he do?
Get the hitman
with the breeze block
in his briefcase
and send him on the airplane?
That's even too stupid
to contemplate.
Look, he's the first
to know about the m*rder.
He's the first to know
the location of the house,
he's the first to know
the name of the Frenchwoman,
and he's the first person
on the scene of the crime.
But Eddie Cassidy,
the editor, he sent him.
He never told him where it was
or who she was, okay?
And Bailey passed
Shirley Foster on the road,
and she said he was
already on her road.
And that is way off
the beaten track.
All right, just...
Sum this up. What's worse?
Bailey arriving
at the crime scene
or Shirley Foster driving
through the crime scene?
I mean, she was...
The police just let her
drop her rubbish off?
She was just driving through
the crime scene, polluting it.
Okay, I'm not saying
this cute old lady,
Shirley Foster, did it,
but she was Sophie's
next-door neighbor.
In the middle of the night,
they didn't hear anything?
Their dogs,
they didn't hear anything?
She should have been
the initial prime suspect,
and instead, she was the first
witness against Ian Bailey.
It's like somebody's
pointing the finger at Bailey
from the very beginning.
Or before the beginning.
Ah, come on.
So, I think we should listen
to those tapes.
You want it? Yeah.
Nobody can hear
anything on them.
The judge mentioned
those broken tapes.
I thought I'd give it a shot
and listen to them.
Yeah. Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners.
Am I to believe that?
She's now a witch?
She has supernatural powers?
I think you're gonna
have to listen to this.
Basically, the guards...
said that...
Bailey found his way
to the scene unaided.
Nobody told him.
Didn't tell him the location.
Didn't tell him
it was a French national.
And how come he knew
all this information...
...if he didn't get it
from Eddie Cassidy?
So, I think you're
gonna have to listen.
I told you about Cassidy.
He still thinks that the
statement he made is correct.
He's the fella that made
the phone call to Bailey.
And it's a lynchpin
in the whole f*cking thing.
It's a very important
kind of thing.
No, no, no, no, no.
I'm not asking you when.
We all suspect JP told him
the full billy,
but, I think for the purpose--
"I'm not asking you when.
We all suspect JP told him
the full billy."
Full billy? What does that mean?
-The full story.
-The full story.
All right, go on.
"If you're up
in the central criminal court
and it suddenly comes out
that Eddie Cassidy is covering
for a superintendent
in the Guards
because he leaked
f*cking information to him,
we'd all be destroyed
because we'd all be asked
why we didn't check it out."
You're a tough man.
'Cause there's two of us
in it now, Liam.
"Cause there's two of us
in it now, Liam."
Hello.
Yeah, hi.
Tell our French friend
they're arguing back and forth,
no decision yet.
What does all that mean?
I'm sorry, but, uh, to me,
it sounds like two policemen
who know that the superintendent
leaked information to Cassidy
and they're afraid of maybe
being caught framing Bailey.
Not framing them.
Well, that's not...
I mean...
It sounds like it, though.
Like, why would we not know that
the superintendent leaked
information to Cassidy,
who probably told Bailey?
Well, probably, you know, is...
It's not very legal, is it?
Probably.
Okay, well, I don't know,
but it's just, it's super fishy.
Listen, even if the police
did frame Bailey,
it doesn't prove
that he's innocent.
That's the stupidest thing
I ever heard.
It's like a way of saying
that's stupid.
Just because they're framing him
doesn't mean he didn't do it.
It doesn't mean
he did do it either.
It's just a turn of phrase
to indicate that he did it.
Letting somebody else go.
It's like self-confessed
chief suspect.
Well, he was just
a chief suspect.
There was no self-confession
about it.
That's another media invention.
Like, the first person that says
he confesses is a journalist.
The first person that sends him
to the scene of the crime
is a journalist.
The first person
that says he was
the self-confessed chief suspect
was a journalist.
They're just in collaboration
with the police
'cause it helps them.
And in the end of the day,
it's just about
selling newspapers.
And the only conclusion is that,
for whatever reason,
they're potentially letting
the real suspect
away with m*rder.
Yeah, and we know nothing
about Sophie.
Yeah, we know she had a lover
over to the house in the past.
But he had an alibi.
He wasn't in the country.
What about the husband?
Which husband?
The second one. Toscan.
Yeah, well,
he had an alibi, too.
He was in the South of France.
Bailey gave his DNA voluntarily.
Did he?
Would he do that
if he was guilty?
Maybe he didn't know
anything about the DNA.
He was
a crime reporter,
he knew what DNA was.
And years later,
when Toscan died in Berlin,
Melita refused to allow him
to be buried
in the same grave as Sophie.
And then, the French family
exhumed Sophie from that grave
and did extensive DNA tests.
And there was
unknown male DNA,
but it didn't belong
to Ian Bailey.
Well, look,
he identifies as Irish, yeah?
I don't care,
we don't want them.
I know you don't, but...
There's a million people
in the north of Ireland, yeah?
Yeah.
Who identify as English,
but you want them
to be Irish, yeah?
Yeah, because they are.
But the one guy
who wants to be Irish,
you won't let him.
No, we definitely don't.
Is that not a contradiction?
He's over here murdering people.
He's a proper Englishman.
And you, where were you born?
I was born...
I was born in London.
So you are
an Englishman, like Bailey.
Now, are you on?
What's this, g*ng on
the traveler time, is it?
There. We better feed
this clown.
Sergeant,
can we see that video
of Ariana in the documentary
talking about the black coat
in the bucket?
But look, I think it's a good
point that you're making,
that... Juror 9 is making.
That, you know,
you have a situation where,
it's like a very primitive
k*lling, isn't it so?
-It's over here. Look.
-What?
The video.
Let's have a look at it.
Big personality.
I remember seeing
the scratches on his arms.
The scratches were visible
and I, um...
It's not like
I was scrutinizing him,
but, you know,
I could comfortably say
that, um,
some thorns caused
the scratches.
I remember taking a shower.
There was a large bucket
in the shower.
A dark coat soaked in there,
heavy material.
I believe it was Ian's coat.
I would say that's unusual.
You know, you're washing
such a large item
that is not easy to dry,
you know,
in the middle of winter, but...
it is significant,
and I remember clearly...
Does that change
your mind, Juror 11?
So, now we have
the statement, yeah?
That Ariana gave the police
in... April '99.
So, Juror 10,
would you read that for us?
"Statement of Ariana Barina
taken on 13th
of the fourth, 1999,
at Clontarf Garda Station
by Jay Fitzgerald."
"While staying at Jules' house
during that time,
I remember clothes
being soaked in the bath.
These were dark clothes,
but I can't say what type
of clothes those were,
except they were dark.
I washed my hair
when I was there
and the clothes were gone
from the bath.
But I can't say
at what stage of my stay
that the clothes
were taken from the bath."
"Dark clothes
in a bath.
I can't say what they were."
And that becomes:
"Ian bleached his coat
in a bucket in the shower."
Like, how was that
presented as evidence?
Well,
I'm going to change my vote
to "not guilty."
You can't convict a man
with those kind of stories
that you're choosing which one
you're going to believe
yourself.
That's like faith,
it's like faith.
This is what convinced Juror 9.
So, Juror 9,
how do you feel about it now?
I'm changing my vote.
Not guilty.
You're getting your way,
number eight.
Yeah.
Guilty.
Now, we've not guilty,
not guilty.
Not guilty.
Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.
Okay, we're 7-5 not guilty.
So, who was
the fifth not guilty?
Can I ask her a question?
Do you mind?
Yes. Go ahead.
Did you change your vote
over gender politics,
or do you actually believe
in what you're doing?
I just want this to end.
It's never gonna stop
if you keep changing your vote.
Look, do you actually believe
in what you're saying?
-Why are you so impressionable?
-Stop it, Juror 3.
Stop it. Foreman.
I'm asking a sensible question,
we're all thinking it here.
You can't open your mouth
to a woman nowadays.
What? A man is always
in the wrong, is he?
Listen.
I'm changing because of the coat
and the audio tapes, okay?
Well, can you believe
Marie Farrell, though?
I mean, she cast doubt
in her own testimony.
Well, it's hard
not to believe her.
I mean,
she said that the guards
bribed her
by letting her husband off
traffic penalty points.
Is that enough
to get her to lie?
Look, penalty points
are very important
if you're living in an isolated
area and need a car.
Where did
she live anyway?
She lives down
West Cork, in Schull.
No.
No, her shop is in Schull.
She lives just outside of town.
So, still no decision.
Now they want clarity
on the geography
of the m*rder scenes.
So, this here, that was
Marie Farrell's shop, yeah?
With the seats.
That's where... Sophie went in
and Marie Farrell saw the man
watching her over here
in a long black coat
at this blue and yellow shop.
-What direction do you think?
-Up there.
North, south, east, west.
He followed her north.
What?
Can you not
feel it your bones?
Can you not sense it?
The man who followed her
up that road m*rder*d her.
And that man was Ian Bailey.
Now, this is exactly
where she saw Bailey
at two or three in the morning
on the night of the m*rder.
So, how far is it
from here to Sophie's?
Oh,
it's about two minutes.
Three minutes, maybe.
Okay, this is where
Garda Malone stopped them.
About 150 yards from the house.
And that's Shirley Foster's
house at the back?
Yeah.
It's hard to believe
she heard nothing.
She was watching TV.
Strange.
The whole thing is strange.
Like the one and only time
I believe Marie Farrell
is when she said the guards
let her husband away
with penalty points.
And that's the only time
I believed her.
Marie Farrell...
drove past this shop here.
And just as she got
to Kealfadda Bridge,
that's when she saw the man
in the long black coat, yeah?
Same guy that she'd seen
outside the shop in Schull.
You can't believe a word
a woman like that says.
A woman like what?
A woman who changes
her statement over and over.
The police
threatened her marriage.
I don't know.
I'm happily married.
Happily?
You know, you don't need
the word "happily,"
"married" will do.
"Married" is a contract
that you enter
and you're stuck in it.
And Marie Farrell is old enough
to be your mother.
Would you talk to her like that?
Then what
was she doing?
I don't know. She was looking
for advice, for protection.
It doesn't matter.
She's not the one on trial.
Okay? So shut your mouth.
Are you threatening me now,
number three?
He's just protecting a woman.
What about
Marie Farrell?
- Marie Farrell?
- What about her?
The prosecution found
that she was a total liar.
Yeah.
Why would you do that? Why would
they destroy her in court?
The prosecution who first
used her against Bailey,
and now all they're proving is
that a self-confessed perjurer,
a liar, is in fact a liar.
Why would you do that,
if not to undermine
her affidavit?
It was never read
into the record.
Exactly,
because it's in the way.
What's happened here,
just for people's memory,
there's a man following Sophie
on the Saturday.
She says that was Bailey.
Then she says it wasn't Bailey.
Then she makes an affidavit
saying it was somebody else.
Like...
on what basis do we even
start to consider this?
Now, I've never seen anybody
follow anybody.
I mean, has anybody here
seen somebody follow somebody?
No.
Has anybody here
ever followed somebody?
I followed somebody.
- You did?
- Yeah.
Was it a female?
- No.
- No?
It was a man.
A bad man.
I waited on him for a few hours
as he drove by the road.
And I spotted his van.
So you were in the car
for him not to see or hear you.
But the person here
in this case...
Well, the person in this case
was in full view of Dan Griffin
and Marie Farrell.
And I suppose the reason
that they were in court
attacking her
was to undermine the affidavit,
was to undermine
her sworn testimony.
So, can we look
at that affidavit?
'Cause I think we haven't
looked at it enough.
Really, honestly.
Okay.
Okay, so, before we get
to her affidavit
where she changed her mind,
let's look
at her original statements.
Yeah.
I think it's '97.
Well, here. Look.
It says 5-10. Can you...?
No, you don't have your glasses.
Could you read it?
Oh, this is
her first statement.
Three days after the m*rder.
"On Saturday,
the 21st of December 1996,
I was working in my shop
at Main Street, Schull,
County Cork.
Between 2:00 p.m. and 3:00 p.m.,
I noticed
a weird-looking character
across the road from my shop.
He was approximately 5'10",
late 30s, scruffy-looking,
long black coat,
flat black beret,
thin build,
sallow skin, short hair."
You'd recognize that scruffy,
black coat too.
The skin.
How can you not remember that?
And then she says that
in her first statement.
And after this one,
she suddenly says,
"Oh, it's not this person,
it's a person,
which is Ian Bailey."
And then, later, she says,
"I'm sorry, I was wrong.
It is the same now again
than the first one."
-Can I just say something?
-Yeah, go ahead.
Can I just say something
if you don't mind?
Look, this little detour
has just reinforced the fact
that it's Bailey for me.
His is the only name
on any statement.
And if we stay here
a millennium,
I'm not changing my vote.
That's it.
Right,
the penalty points.
They're an issue.
You seem to be turning now,
yeah.
Yeah,
I'm definitely having doubts.
Right, so remember
I mentioned Marie Farrell
and the penalty points?
Well, that was the first time
a red light went off for me.
That's how it starts
with the guards.
It's like little things
like that.
And then it escalates
and it escalates.
I mean they call
one of their own a pedophile.
Just 'cause he blew the whistle
on the penalty points abuse.
I remember my dad actually
believed that story about him.
"Not one of our own,"
he said, you know?
And a sad shake of his head.
And then, when the truth
came out,
I remember he didn't go
to mass that Sunday.
You know, he...
he never went again.
I remember hearing him say
to my mother,
you know,
"If the top brass could
do that to one of their own,
imagine what they'd do
to somebody who wasn't."
Now, I'm not saying that the...
I'm not saying that
the police are corrupt
from the top to the bottom,
but all I'm saying is...
I'm just, yeah,
I'm just not sure anymore.
All right.
Now we're split down the middle.
Yeah, come here,
can I just get this straight?
A year,
a full year
after Sophie is k*lled,
Bailey confesses to the m*rder
for a third time.
Your man is starting to feel
a bit of pressure,
mentally, he's feeling it.
And he confesses to the m*rder.
Again. I mean, how many times
does this man
have to confess to it
before you actually
start believing?
Well, the only
true evidence we have
of a confession is in the book.
Yeah, but look,
he's only doing that
because he knows
if he gets done for it,
they'll reduce the sentence.
Yeah, but... he never did
confess to a crime of passion.
-I mean...
-Says who?
Well, we have evidence.
That's the only evidence
we have.
There was a cameraman
interviewing Bailey
for a documentary,
of which there was
a journalist attached.
And the cameraman
rang the journalist and said,
"Bailey's talking
about a crime of passion."
And the journalist
went off and wrote
in a hardback edition of a book
that Bailey had confessed
to a crime of passion.
And unfortunately,
the camera wasn't running.
It turns out that the camera
wasn't running,
but the sound was.
And we have an actual recording
of what Bailey actually said.
Sergeant, could you play that
recording of this confession?
And how long has it been
a crime to be eccentric?
How long has it been
a crime to...
I want to go on stage
and be...
You know, isn't that
part of the...?
I mean, it's really weird
that the f*cking French,
who seem to be,
I thought were sort of...
Well, we know that they,
you know, we know, they're...
Extramarital affairs and this,
that, and the other.
Um... I'm surprised
they didn't charge me
with a crime passionnel.
I mean, you know,
if that's what you're saying,
why didn't you just go
the whole hog
and charge me
with crime passionnel?
What's a crime passionnel?
It's a thing in French law
where you can get off
because you were in
a height of passion
when you k*lled your lover.
Wow.
Jesus.
That's nuts.
Check it out.
You don't think I'm making
these things up, do you?
So, the journalist
said Bailey confessed
to a crime of passion.
He's actually saying,
"I'm surprised
they didn't charge me
with a crime of passion."
So this, to me, is like...
It's an example
of how a story can develop.
How could they still print
that sh*t?
Are they little publishers?
No, they're the biggest
in England.
Hm. Fake news is in fashion.
Could there not have been
any legal ramifications
for that, no?
There would be
legal ramifications,
and the defense
of the book publishers would be,
"This man was conv...
is guilty of m*rder."
So, it's kind of like
all this stuff is...
a lot of the things he said
has been taken out
of context and...
Well, I think it kind of...
I don't want to say it,
but it... it undermines
the other confessions
when you hear that
in context, you know?
Okay, let's see where we're at.
If it was a local,
they'd know who it was.
I'm sure of that.
I know nothing about her life.
I know nothing
about her first husband.
Her second husband
is hardly featured in this case.
I just find that really odd.
Quite suspicious, actually.
I think I'm for not guilty.
Okay, let's have
a show of hands then
for not guilty.
I mean, this is going...
the other way entirely.
It's now 8-4.
Come on. Are we all turning now,
is this what's happening?
This is ridiculous.
What about the fire
at the back of the house
where he burned his coat?
- With the buttons?
- Yeah.
But there's no place
in the police reports.
I've looked at every single
thing I can find,
and I can't find
any charred buttons.
But I can find
what the police took from him
when they arrested him
on 10th of February, 1997.
"Property of Ian Bailey.
Green Wellingtons,
blue sweatshirt,
two pairs of denim jeans,
black overcoat."
Now, this is six weeks
after he's supposed
to have burned it
on Stephen's Day.
And what about the coat?
What about the bleached coat?
So now he bleached the coat
on Christmas Eve, yeah?
He wore it on Christmas Day.
You saw the pictures
of Christmas Swim.
You're saying
he burned it on Christmas...
on Stephen's Day,
and the police took it
on the 10th of February?
What, there's three coats?
Maybe there f*cking is.
I have a lot of shirts,
the same ones!
But you don't have
three Crombie coats.
Well, how do you know?
A flamboyant Englishman,
isn't he?
So, he wore one up the hill,
and he k*lled her
and got blood in it.
So, then, to fool everybody,
he bleached the other one.
Then he burnt the third one.
Then he came back.
It doesn't make any sense!
You know, you're right,
it's this mysterious musketeer,
this French musketeer hitman,
isn't it?
Come on. I don't think
there's a hitman.
What I do know,
this was Bailey's big story
of his life,
and he was obsessed with it
because it was his big break
as a journalist.
And now he's been fired.
So he says, "Yeah, I k*lled her
to get a good story."
And you think
that's a confession?
This is my daughter.
I would die for her.
I really would.
And I'd rather die
and leave her alone
in this world...
than to let that wife beater
away and escape justice.
You give them an inch,
they take a mile.
He got away with stalking her
like death
in that long black coat.
That long black coat over there.
The one he was seen in
the night of the crime.
Then what did he try to do?
Bleach it?
Then he tried to burn it.
But he couldn't wash
or burn away his sins.
'Cause God's always watching.
No, I know he k*lled Sophie.
I know it in my heart.
Now we've not guilty,
not guilty.
Not guilty.
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
So, we're 9-3, and Juror 8,
Juror 6 has made a request
to speak in French,
so can you translate?
"So, since I'm here
on this jury,
it feels like the spirit
of Sophie has called me."
You're saying that
you actually like it here
because at least no one is...
mistreating you or hitting you.
"As I said,
I like it here
and I don't want to go back
to Lebanon.
I have taken the decision
to leave my husband.
I think that
we are good people here
and that Jules is a good person.
I don't think she would stay
with a k*ller."
But you're changing your vote.
Ian Bailey... is no--not guilty.
Look, what did she do
on the last day?
According to
this police report,
she went to Three Castle Head,
a lonely spot.
Spent hours there.
Then O'Sullivan's,
tea and scones,
just before sunset.
And she drove home in the dark.
And that was the last
known sighting of her.
Apart from...
the person who took her life.
You know, the one thing
that I can never make sense of
is her shoes.
Why so?
Well...
They... they have laces,
they're boots.
Hold on.
What's he doing?
Okay, so,
she didn't bother
to take her coat
from the back door, okay?
-Yet, she...
-No.
Don't put them on the table.
It's bad luck.
I'm not putting them
on the table.
Jesus Christ.
They're laces, yeah?
So they're laced up.
But she didn't wear socks.
And it's December,
and it's cold,
and she didn't wear clothes.
And she didn't wear that coat.
So, why is she going out
in her night attire,
with her shoes,
and she takes the time
to lace them up?
Huh?
So...
I was wondering
if we tried to figure out,
if we tried to live it,
tried to get into it.
Oh, Jesus. You're disappearing
down the yellow brick road now.
What, do you want to take over?
No, I don't want to take over.
But you're talking about,
"Let's all make things up."
You might as well throw logic
out the window.
That might be a good idea.
Cause all logic has got us
is fighting and arguing
and screaming at each other.
So I just thought
if we tried to live it,
tried to imagine
what happened that night.
Would you try the shoes?
-Me?
-Yeah.
Uh, yeah.
We all gonna start
holding hands in a minute?
Mightn't be a bad idea.
Well, I'm not holding
anyone's hands.
- Why not?
- Because this isn't a seance.
We're in a jury room.
Hey.
Just listen to the lady,
will you?
Go along with her.
Lights out.
I can't. I can't see
really without light.
Can we not turn
on the light or something?
I have the light
the juryman gave us.
She knows she's not alone.
She has to escape.
She takes the time
to put on her boots.
'Cause she can't go barefoot.
The lighthouse flashes.
She is drawn towards it.
She walks over to the window
to think.
What's that?
What?
Could be anything.
It's the door.
What happens
when you hear two knocks?
Make a phone call?
Call for help
from the neighbors.
-Get the hatchet.
-No, he'd hear her.
The man hears
the floor creek.
She sees the lighthouse
and knows now
why she was drawn to it.
She has to get outside.
She thinks she's about to die.
What is this?
No more, number 10.
Go on.
If she did hear somebody
in the house,
what's she going to do?
She would...
not know what to do.
She would be scared.
Look out the window,
think of where to go.
Knowing the doors, probably.
But you can't go
to the door
'cause that coat...
that coat's on the other door.
Why didn't she take her coat?
Why don't you take your coat,
your overcoat?
Because she didn't want
to go far.
She was only going
to the... to the gate.
Yeah.
To open the gate?
To see if someone is there or...
to distract
from the house, maybe.
Why does she not
go to the neighbor?
There are no neighbors.
There's no mommy, no daddy,
no mercy, no love.
She's on her own.
Anyway,
whatever happens,
she goes out with
very little clothes on.
With her boots on.
It's just so sad.
Very sad.
He hears her
and follows her.
There's a fight.
He's choking her.
She's looking
into the face of evil.
Everybody understands
the victim.
Everybody understands
the need to cling to life.
Why the rock?
It's cold-hearted.
A warning to others.
This is what happens
if you talk too much.
And there's no sexual attack.
The violence is the sex.
And it's not a crime of passion.
It's a crime of revenge.
All right.
So, we're not guilty.
Not guilty.
This is what I expected.
Not guilty.
Not guilty.
Not guilty.
How many? Does anybody know?
Not guilty.
Not guilty.
Not guilty.
Guilty.
Juror 10.
Look...
...half of you
are off your heads.
All right?
But some of you are sound.
And...
I believe you when you say
you're not sure.
When you say he's not guilty.
And after hearing so much,
both ways,
that I don't know
what's going on anymore.
I've had enough.
I've had enough.
I've had enough.
And I can't say for sure...
that he's guilty, so...
I voted not guilty.
So...
Juror 3.
What are you thinking?
Nobody wants
to face death
when it's looking right
into your face.
Sometimes you think you're
following a person, but...
It's a ghost you're
trying to catch up with.
I can still hear
my father's footsteps
the night he died.
How did he die, Juror?
He died
by his own hand.
No foul play.
Referee blew the whistle
and his game was up.
He was a powerful man,
but he was at w*r with himself.
Can I put on
that long, black coat?
Every one of us
is capable of m*rder.
That's why when
we look in the mirror,
it's Bailey looking back at us.
The fella that I followed
in the car...
he was an Englishman, too.
He was my mother's...
He was my mother's fianc.
I, uh...
I woke up
one Mother's Day morning
and there was blood
all over her bed.
He beat her within an inch
of her life.
So, I followed him.
All the way
to his brother's house.
And I got a steel baseball bat.
I put him to hospital,
where he died twice
on the way.
He never walked properly again.
Bailey's like him.
Just like him.
Take the rock.
What?
Take the rock.
Now come closer.
Okay.
And now...
try to hit me.
- Wait...
- No, it's okay.
I... it's not... I'm not...
I mean, not really. It's just...
I think it's good for him, so...
-What?
-What are you...
Could be an accident.
See?
I'm sorry.
It was my fault.
It was my fault.
I wasn't there.
Um...
-I wasn't there to protect her.
-No, that's wrong.
No, listen, it was my fault.
I wasn't... I wasn't there
to protect her.
She protected me her whole life,
and I wasn't there to stop him.
It's okay.
It's okay.
It's not your fault.
It's really not
your fault, okay?
It's really not your fault.
You remind me of her.
She had integrity.
But you see, I think...
what you did,
you had a lot of reason to do.
And I don't think
Ian Bailey had...
I don't think he had this, uh...
much of a reason, you know?
And as much
as we can forgive you,
I think we should...
be fair.
-No?
-Yeah.
Uh...
He's...
He's...
He's n... he... he's...
He's not guilty.
Sorry.
Take off the coat.
I don't... Can we...
I want to put this away in
the corner in the store room.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Now what do we do?
-You okay?
Sit down.
I think we've all
exorcised some demons.
We know that
there's unknown male DNA.
We know that
from the French forensic report.
We know that
that's not Ian Bailey.
We know that Marie Farrell
gave an affidavit,
naming another suspect.
And as far as we know,
nobody has ever spoke to him.
They certainly
haven't asked him for his DNA.
So, I don't know how we can
take the responsibility...
of...
being definite
in either yes or no.
I mean, if they would release
the DNA they have publicly,
we could limit it.
The person might be
from the Baltic,
he might be from the Balkans,
might be Chinese, Indian,
he could be French,
he could be English,
he could be Irish.
I mean, I'm not saying
Ian Bailey is innocent,
but I am saying we can't come
to a proper conclusion
because there hasn't been
a proper investigation.
And there's only been
an investigation on one island.
And in three square miles
of an island.
So...
I think without
a proper investigation,
we can't come to a conclusion.
We're a hung jury.
We send it back to them,
we ask them to do
the investigation,
and we go home.
We go home.
Hello?
Okay.
Well?
I think we've reached
our decision.
Ian Bailey,
poet and journalist,
passed away today,
the 21st of January at 12:00.
He was 66 years of age
at the time of his death.
He died of natural causes.
Where will he be buried, Frank?
Uh, his body is in the custody
of his sister, Kay.
Are you ready?
Yes. Thank you.
You want nobody there,
not even yourself.
Let God be a witness.
This way.
Welcome to our World! Where we serve you cookies to ensure you get the best viewing experience on our site.
Did you know that you can remove censorship board-wide, use our advanced search functions, be notified when new content is posted, join our memberships, set episodes to show in any order you want & more if you are logged into your account?
Register or sign in here: ucp.php?mode=register
Did you know that you can remove censorship board-wide, use our advanced search functions, be notified when new content is posted, join our memberships, set episodes to show in any order you want & more if you are logged into your account?
Register or sign in here: ucp.php?mode=register
Re-creation (2025)
Moderators: Maskath3, sidolanters, GabrielAlejo2341