Argh!
Oh!
Try Me by Bob Marley & The Wailers
These are new men, new types of human beings.
It is in them that are to be found
all the traditional virtues of the English nation, not in decay,
as they are in official society, but in full flower...
Rita!
...because these men have perspective.
Is where you been?
Note particularly that they glory in the struggle.
They are not demoralised or defeated, or despairing persons.
They are leaders, but are rooted deep among those they lead.
Linton, I tell you enough times,
you're catching your tail in front of here, boy.
Just liming with the timers, man.
Get your backside somewhere else.
Oh, man.
Respect, bright man.
The place stinking of varnish.
Ah, when we have cook up,
no-one will smell nothing.
We need a little something to make the place look nice, no?
You're asking me? And all day Kendrick sitting on his backside.
Kendrick...
...run down the market and get some flowers for your opening night.
I don't know a thing about flowers. What if someone seen me?
Say you're in love. Go.
You see what I mean, Frank? Good for nothing.
Hmm!
Miss Agnes? Mm - hm. Mr Charles. Yes, sir.
OK, we go do fish curry, goat curry, mutton curry... Yes, sir.
...my mother's crab and dumpling,
but, first, we will start with the roots.
The Trinidadian barrister, Darcus Howe,
thinks things could build up dangerous social tensions.
The policeman who frames a black man is doing so with a confidence
that the system is going to give him a conviction.
And a section of the community who one must call the most alienated
either are going to turn to crime in that they are going to be arrested
anyway, or seek their revenge against the society in another form.
Now, at this point in time,
that form has not been expressed, and I hope it wouldn't be,
but one must be very direct here
and say that the police must either stop it
or the black community will have to stop them doing it.
Ah! Fantastic.
Excellent work.
A toast. A toast.
A toast to my beautiful wife, Selma,
who brought this vitally important programme together.
And to my husband, the great CLR James, who I thank
for his love and support.
And Darcus, he's a leader, he'll make a great lawyer one day.
Yeah, he done all right, didn't he? But let's get one thing straight.
Darcus isn't interested in being a barrister.
He's interested in change.
To change! ALL: To change.
Hey, bruh! What's happening?
Oh, so my brudda gone all bourgeois in de ghetto.
You want a cappuccino? Cappuccino!
Hey, Frank, say eh to de Mangrove. A fresh thing.
A fresh thing, yes! I'll drink to that.
Hey, Frank, check this man out.
Come on, everybody!
You see, the thing about the black man is...
...he's got his place.
He's just got to know his place.
If he oversteps, he's got to be gently nudged back in.
And then you get the odd one or two that need more of a, you know...
...just like the Micks.
What you have to understand, Dickie,
is that the Army isn't up for it, are they?
Not like the old days
when they'd have got a small battalion together and bam!
Wipe the whole lot out in one go.
Did, er, you ever want to be in the Army? No.
I grew up thinking
I'd never see my country fighting anyone else's war ever again.
That's why I'm Bill, through and through.
What, you never wanted to, you know, be a Sergeant or anything?
I've seen enough.
You reading Black Jacobins again?
That's what you should be teaching.
They're primary school children -
I'm not sure they're ready for Black Jacobins just yet.
Well, you're never too young to start.
I've lost count of the amount of times I've read it.
What are you on about?
One TV show, you think you're the Second Coming or what?
No, but not far behind.
Oh, it's all about you, innit?
You grew up in a society where black people were the majority, yeah?
I grew up in an environment where I was the minority.
From day one, I was judged as being too Negroid to be adopted,
so don't come at me with your lofty words
and your Black Jacobins, all right?!
Hey.
Look, you're right to say
that sometimes words aren't enough, but know this...
...no-one is going to help us unless we help ourselves.
Yeah, you're absolutely right.
Actions do speak louder than words.
And the first thing that I want you to do
is tidy up the bloody mess that you have made in the kitchen.
Move it.
Hey, you still there?
Good for nothing but making a whole of a mess!
You varnish your house like this?
You stinking up the place!
I Love You Because by Jim Reeves
PC Pulley.
Yes, how can I help you? I want to talk to the manager
of this fancy new... What is it?
It's a restaurant and I's the owner, not the manager.
Aren't you the golden goose?
Yeah.
And we closed right now.
It smells like a sex club to me, Mr Crichlow.
No, sir, a sex club is not my thing.
We setting up for lunch. So how about a sausage and egg, then?
Yeah, the Mangrove don't do that kind of thing.
It's just spicy food, you know, for a particular palate.
Irregardless, you have to book to eat here. What, with this?
No, with our reservation book.
Do I have to spell it out?
No, I understand enough.
I met many a hustler, Constable.
What did you just call me?
I call you Constable, maybe you're an Officer now.
I'll arrest you right now, you black bastard. Arrest me for what?
I haven't forgotten your antics at your last shit-hole, The Rio -
degenerates, illegal gambling...
This is a new business. ..ponces, nonces, tarts...
It's a different kind of thing.
...late-night queer parties, drug dealing.
I never take drugs in my life. We'll shut you down... pulley!
...before you can say eenie... I don't want no trouble.
We got company.
Leave the Mangrove alone.
Leave him alone. Go on about your business.
Move on, Pulley. Move your backside.
Move on. You not got jobs to go to?
Get out of here, man.
Get out. Move your backside.
The Mangrove is a restaurant
that serves West Indian cuisine
to people who eat that kind of food,
just like any other restaurant - Greek, French...
English, for that matter!
We the Mangrove.
We pay we taxes.
We pay we bills.
And we pay we staff.
You going to try and arrest me for that, or what?
Yes, bruv. Tell it, bruv.
Tell it! Move on.
...talks about them being next, man.
No!
The Mangrove is not like the Rio!
They have no business here
so long as we keep the place clean - end of story.
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
My name is Altheia Jones.
I'm a student studying biochemistry in this country,
but today I am here as a member of the Black Panther movement.
I've been invited here by your trade union to talk
to you about your worker's rights
and your power as a collective force.
We have discovered,
discovered and rediscovered the ways
in which we can overcome the fragmentation our people
have suffered throughout our history.
And the way is through joining the struggle and being part
of an organised struggle, for it is a struggle, actually,
which makes us whole.
So I have come here today to encourage you
to actively support your trade union,
because the virtue of lending your voice to collective
bargaining is that, together, we become stronger.
You know what I'm saying? It's more expensive.
Well, if colonialism is good for anything,
it brought us together on this table.
Yeah, that's right. Sorry, where's your bathroom?
Through the kitchen.
Excuse me.
Good evening.
Skippy never used to go home.
Skippy carries toothbrush in his suit pocket.
Ah, but that was The Rio
and this place ain't nothing like that.
Cappuccino?
Yeah, they were serving a different type of coffee at The Rio.
There you go.
Frank, man...
It was a beautiful evening, thank you very much.
I hope you're walking. No, I'm flying!
Goodnight. Goodnight.
♪ When all the girls in town feeling bad
♪ No more Yankees in Trinidad
♪ They're gonna close down the base for good
♪ Them girls have got to make out all they could
♪ Brother is now they park up in town
♪ In for a penny and in for a pound
♪ Believe me, it's competition for sure
♪ Trouble in the town when the price drop low
♪ So when you bounce up jean and Dinah
♪ Rosita and Clementina
♪ Round the corner posing
♪ Bet your life there's something they selling
♪ And if you catch them
♪ You can get them all for nothing
♪ Don't make no row
♪ The Yankees gone The Sparrow take over now. ♪
I'm sorry, yeah? I missed the bus.
See, this is why I don't wait for nobody.
You said, "Meet me at two," you'd better be here for two.
OK, just '5 minutes.
No excuses, man.
Now we're late.
And I'm never late.
The government believe the British state,
with over a million black people living here now, is in grave danger.
Yeah, Roddy speak truth, nuh.
But that shouldn't come as a surprise to any of us here.
I think the Black Panthers need to actively prepare in order
to defend the black institutions and businesses that can come
under threat. Like Frank Crichlow over at the Mangrove.
Don't mind the man. Frank is not interested in the movement.
What do you mean? We have nothing but love for the man, Frank,
all right? But that man blood run purer than politics.
If you can call an inveterate gambler pure.
Well, listen. I wouldn't kid you either.
Frank is a charming and gentle person
who doesn't realise what he has done for our community
in simply providing us the space.
The Mangrove is now a focal point
for black people to come and sit, talk and exchange views.
That is a rare and precious gift.
Damn right! And I bet he make the best roti.
But seriously talking,
we need to defend ourselves against Powell
and his rivers of blood and nonsense before that stream
winds its way to our door.
He need to wind himself into the sewer, damn rat.
Talking foolishness.
Ladies first, yeah?
You know how long I've been waiting?
All complaints go through the old lady of the house.
Against the wall! Up!
Get up, you black bastard!
Don't fucking move! Where's your warrant?
Here's the warrant.
Frank, Frank!
Betty!
Get down. Get fucking down!
Kendrick!
Fucking dirty bastards!
Get the fuck up! OK.
The police...
Kenny!
If Scotland Yard can't accept responsibility for the raid
of my restaurant, then I have to make a report of an illegal entry
on Friday evening of last week. What happened?
Nottingdale CID carried out the raid,
and you can't tell me why?
It took you three days to find out who, and now you can't say why?
The Dangerous Drug Act?
What does that have to do with a legitimate restaurant, man?!
Such a stupid mess!
They're outside right now, you know, Frank, two of them.
Shit!
I said no trouble inside this place.
No trouble - it's a restaurant!
You want to eat? You come here to eat?
I come here to offer my support
and the support of the Black Panthers.
But, yes, I want to eat. Thank you.
I'm sorry. It's the stress. Nothing to say sorry for.
So long as you ain't run out of crab and callaloo.
So, what are you writing? Pamphlet.
Black Dimension.
It's going to focus on the community and the police state in West London,
especially that brute Pulley.
I like the sound of that. Hold on.
The Black Panthers can do a press release.
I don't want the Mangrove to have a reputation for what the police do
and done. I lived all that bother at The Rio.
This is a restaurant, a respectable restaurant,
and I will keep it that way.
It ain't to say I ain't grateful for your offering of support,
but I can't make no complaint, you know?
It's a restaurant, not a battleground.
I hear you.
The food is good. Yeah?
You know, the Ifa tradition of the Yoruba?
Ogun is the energy whose machete is used to clear the path,
organise the energy of iron
and organise the energy of the steel pan.
I ain't mention Ogun, why you say that?
Don't know.
Perhaps I feeling a little of that energy.
You pan?
Once or twice, a long time ago.
OK, well, look, we agree -
you can have your Panther meetings upstairs as long as you agree
to play in the Mangrove steel band this carnival.
Oh, gosh!
As long as you can change your mind when you listen to me try.
No, no, you want pan?
I want pan. You want pan now? No, no. Look, look, look.
No, settle yourself, we made an agreement.
Look, we have everything you need, you know?
Yes!
Five minutes, five minutes.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
No, no, no, no, no. I just do the pan.
You're so bad.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey...
Gentlemen.
Some lead for your pencil.
Anyone else?
Please, Guv.
Not married, are you?
Oh, no.
Got a girlfriend?
No. I'd like one, though.
Well, we'd better find you one.
That'd be nice. I hope you've settled in.
You're in a foreign country now, aren't you?
What do you mean?
We all look after each other here.
Oh! Oh...
What? Quick game.
What've I done? Ace of spades, you know the rules.
What rules? No-one told him?
That's not very fair, gents. Rules are rules.
Whoever draws the ace of spades is to go out and nick
the first black bastard they clap eyes on.
Nick him for what? You'll learn.
This is urgent, what's your name?
Who are you, more like?
I'm Frank Crichlow, and this is Mrs Manning.
She's son, Kendrick Manning, is missing,
and we have reason to believe... How long he's been missing?
Well, he disappeared... I didn't ask you, did I?
How long? Kenny's supposed to reach home at nine. Nine o'clock.
Six hours.
Nah, that don't make a missing person.
I know something happened to my boy!
Hey, let me tell you something.
Kendrick Manning vanished on Tavistock Gardens,
leaving his family's food shopping on the street.
Eh? I can repeat it for you. All right! Take a seat.
No, I insist... You having trouble understanding?
I understand everything you said! Take a seat, I said!
Calm down, calm down. Calm down!
Come, sit down, sit down.
We'll be right here. Come, sit down. That's it.
David, do we have any visitors?
Oh.
Yeah, perfect timing.
Looks like had a fall.
Out!
Calm down, madam!
Get her out! Don't you worry, mate...
You need to calm down!
Calm down! ..see you, the devil!
Frank, we got to go! Out now!
Go back to wherever you come from!
How's your tea?
How many you thinking about doing this time?
I'm going for a bigger run.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
You can read, can't you?
Damn, yes, get out... Shut up, you whore.
Fuck you...
Come on, come on, come on.
You'll regret this! You're the one who is going to regret it.
Get out! Get out! Smash that for us.
Get out of my house!
Hey, hey! Get out! ..problem...
Get out!
Police, we're going to do a raid! Come on, get out!
Get out, get out!
Fuck you all!
Stay there. I've got nothing!
Kendrick! Don't resist!
Shut it, you fucking black bastard, shut it!
♪ Darling, after loving you
♪ What else is there to do?
♪ Cos, darling, all this... ♪
Do you want to play me for the Mangrove?
You're joking, or what? No, it's serious.
Number 8 All Saints Road, what you saying?
Frank, ain't nobody going to take that.
All right, it's my business.
Come on.
Well, I can't give it away. Mangrove man!
Listen.
Who's no good for jumbee is them jumbee that's frightened.
We want to hear about the good you make for the people.
Nothin' go unseen.
But the Mangrove's a burden you're going to have to carry yourself.
That a truth!
Go on, man.
Play the cards.
Pulley will sue me for criminal libel as long as my black skin
is in Notting Hill.
I actively encourage you to go and live in the north of England.
In East Lancashire. Yeah, that could work.
I could come and visit you all the time. But they will still be able
to sue my black backside in East Lancashire!
Tunapuna.
Trinidad. I will go home.
You can't do that, Darcus, cos I'll never get to see you,
will I? At this moment in history, you could inspire a revolution.
Yeah, and how are we going to afford to do that, then?!
You selfish git!
Excuse me, sorry.
Just let me get it out, Frank.
I will send them up in a minute.
Listen up, boys, this is Mr Stedman.
I brought him down here to help with the police.
So listen and listen carefully.
Go ahead, Mr Stedman.
Now, if you get stopped and searched...
You mean WHEN. Yes.
I mean, as a citizen of this country,
you are legally entitled to insist on having a lawyer present
before you say anything.
But how is we supposed to say something
if you be saying we ain't supposed to say anything? You're supposed
to say something, fool,
you just don't say nothing.
I can see I haven't explained it too well.
I advise you to say nothing other than to remind them
that you have the right to remain silent and require a lawyer present
before you say anything else.
So we IS supposed to say something? Yes.
Look, the system... The system?
The system, crooked as a ram's horn, that's what it is.
♪ We were waltzing together
♪ To a sweet, sweet melody
♪ When they called out, "Change partners"
♪ And you waltzed away from me. ♪
Hey, you remember?
Open the door!
Tell them we're closed.
We closed!
Police, open the door!
Hey, hey, hey! What you doing, what you doing?
What you doing?
Betty!
Get your hands off me.
Betty, Betty! Frank!
Warrant.
I don't care about a blasted warrant! What in God's name
is going on in here?
You serving drinks without a licence at this hour?
Tea.
We're drinking blasted tea! You're breaking the law
of this country, that's what's happening.
Who do you think you are?
Opening up a restaurant,
thinking you're some sort of... chief?
I open this place for people to come and go, no matter who they are.
And that's all well and good.
But the problem is your menu.
Certain things have to be added in order for you to continue
with your establishment.
We only serve spicy cuisine here.
You see, you people don't really understand, do you?
You come over here with your bright clothes, you sleep with our women,
make like you're a big shot.
But guess what?
It isn't happening.
Not on my watch.
Stop, Pulley!
You devil! You're a devil!
You're a devil!
What's wrong with you?
You're a devils Pulley!
Shall we go and face the music?
Crichlow?
Which leaves me to ask the question, was the Mangrove
used as a night cafe?
I found that it was. I do not feel it's necessary for it to be open
if customers can knock and be let in.
It's also not necessary to prove that money has changed hands.
The defendant is fined 25 pound and must pay for the legal cost
of all those involved.
Next.
Hey.
I want a transcript of what the judge just said.
Biting your fingernail?
What you thinking?
Nothing, Tanty.
Oh, Crapaud smoke yuh pipe.
Why you lying?
Don't play with me, child.
Me head hot.
Seems like we reaching the end of the road, yah know?
One raid lead to another raid, lead to another raid,
and they use that as an excuse to give me a different type of licks.
They taking away the alcohol license, now.
The police in cahoots with the councils the council with the damn
judge, the judge with the police.
And the customers not stepping foot in here.
Too frighten.
They ain't coming day or night.
Why the police harassing us in this place, eh?
The business Buss.
Well, you don't put water in your mouth to spell it out, eh?
Me don't have nobody to cook for!
The place is like a jumbie ballroom!
I ain't know why I boddering.
Frank?
Oh, Miss Tetley.
Dorothy, if you come with your belly hungry, you're in luck.
Betty in need of a mouth to feed.
I come for give you this.
Every Sunday since me come ah England, me ah save ah little ting.
Thinking about going back Jamaica, one time.
I can't do that...
The Mangrove is part of this story
and me need to say this.
This ah the place what makes me know
this really my home from home now.
And everybody in the community say that them need this place, too.
So this, for you.
If me stay, me a gwan cry.
Just know, Frank -
this make me happy.
Probably nothing but a shilling.
Elizabeth Crichlow!
Get your dirty fingers off that thing there.
And you sit there with your face screwup?
Dolston?
What?
We closing down the restaurant.
Yeah, boy. But we keeping the Mangrove open.
24 hours a day open.
Yeah, you hear me correct?
I want poker games, dice, as many tables as the police ain't broke.
But we keeping this place open by the hook or by the crook.
You gone cuckoo?
Close down the kitchen and what?
You can still use your long broom to sweep up in the corner.
Yes, what you want, boy?
I want a seat at the big table downstairs.
Listen, we don't have no drugs in here, you understand?
You think me stupid enough to bring drugs in here
when them raid four times in the last six weeks?
Nine times. See?
What cat can handle that?
Look, that's a man's nine lives right there, Frank.
See you in half an hour.
Come again.
Fucking business, no.
What in hell...? This boy.
Stop, stop. Pull over, pull over.
Hold up. Pull up, pull over.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey.
Hey!
Leave the boy alone, man.
You all right, Benson? Yeah?
Marsha.
Go up to the Mangrove and get Mr Stedman, OK?
Go, go!
What's wrong with you, man? Why you stop the boy?
Are you interfering with police business?
Yes! Why you stopping the boy?
He matches the description.
Description? What description?
Pulley. There's a robbery in progress.
We've gotta go.
Sir.
Just your luck.
Go and get your r'aas out.
Shut up, you twat. Go on, go!
Why'd he stop you? Huh?
No reason. No reason?
Come, we go. Come. Come.
Trinidad has been remade, Frank.
I saw it.
I heard it.
The revolution has changed the very rhythm of the people's speech.
They talking with greater deliberation,
they pausing before speaking and such.
It's as if it has provoked an unconscious social patience
that... It was truly something to behold.
Yeah?
Yeah.
It is a complete harassment on this restaurant.
A complete harassment on a black business.
They're trying to destroy it.
And all the people, they're afraid to come.
We've made complaints.
We've made complaints to the Home Office.
To my embassy. And now to you,
my local Member of Parliament...
Because the bodderation continue
and continue and I know it is because I am a black citizen
of this country, which is why I am being discriminated against...
Proof? What more proof do you need, man?!
Chute, man...
All development come from self movement.
Now, because of external forces acting on the organism.
What shit you talking?
Your strategy of relying on the white establishment
will never work, Frank.
Not... Darco, not now.
Look, I see a man before me, right,
a man of great patience and humility,
who, unbeknownst to him, has become a leader of his people.
CLR James have it written.
"These are new men."
He say, " New types of human beings, because these men have perspective."
"They are leaders, but leaders who are rooted
"deep among those they lead." Now, he speaks of you, Frank.
He does too.
But I see this leader
suffering the consequences of a state-sponsored attempt
to close down his business.
My brother, this government will never take up its responsibility
to you and this community,
not unless it sees people on the street.
Let us organise a demonstration.
We're not in Trinidad now, boy.
This is Notting Hill.
TH IS is Notting Hill.
This place, the Mangrove,
it IS Notting Hill.
Whether you can recognise so or not.
This is the front line.
The Mangrove... The... The...
This... This community, the black community is your community.
The black community who rely on the Mangrove
just as much as you rely on them.
Take it to the street.
Take it to the street, Frank.
They'd just use it as an excuse to take down the whole damn thing.
That is the truth.
If we hold a demonstration, right,
you stand to lose the restaurant you have spent your life building.
They might use it to shut down the Mangrove permanently.
But a demonstration...
...is the right thing to do.
Self movement.
Yeah, we march.
Hi.
So, what you have in that bag?
Just been at the butchers.
It's a surprise.
Hands off the Mangrove!
Hands off the Mangrove.
"The pigs, the pigs. We gotta get rid of the pigs."
What our Mother country seeks to do is not just to
close down a restaurant,
but to close down what they see as a space
where black people can put up some kind of resistance
to day-to-day harassments by the police.
And I believe the Mangrove not only serves as a negative
in putting up that space for black people,
but I believe it serves as a positive purpose
and that people in the community have a place to call our own.
And we, as black people, have lacked that since we were invited here.
So this attack on a black establishment
and our right to gather is not an isolated event,
but a sustained campaign
against black people
by the British state
and we are saying, " Enough is enough."
"Black power!"
So let we go and march, and let we march peacefully.
Brothers and sisters, it has been for some time now
that black people have been caught up in complaining
to police about police.
Yes, that's right!
Complaining to magistrates about magistrates.
Complaining to judges, about judges.
We must become the shepherds of our own destiny.
What our objective is today, what it's going to continue to be,
is a concerted, determined attempt
to prevent any infringement on our rights.
Hands off...
"Black people!"
- Hands off... - "Black people!"
Where is Pulley? Where is Pulley?
"Where is Pulley? Where is Pulley?"
Wait, wait, wait.
What's going on?
Shut your mouth, you fucking...
We're gonna kill her.
Shut up!
Move them. Move them.
Get the fuck back.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no!
Get off me. Get back!
Shut the fuck up!
Get in there, lads.
- Black power! - People power!
Get back, you fucking spade!
Fuck off!
Come on. Go, go, go.
Fucking nig - nog!
What?
Get back. Get back.
Let's go. Go!
Black Power!
What the hell's going on?
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
I told you.
Listen, don't touch me, don't touch me.
Don't touch him!
Black power!
Take your fucking sign and fuck off.
What the fuck are you doing?!
Barbara! Barbara! Barbara!
Get your fucking hands off me!
Get down on the floor. You fucking black bastard!
Why are you doing that? Eh?
Are you mad? Eh?
Get off me. Get off me.
Hey. Eddie!
Altheia! Eddie!
Altheia!
Take your fucking hands off her! Take your hands off her.
Wear hats!
Come on, boys.
In you come. In you come.
In you come.
All right, boys.
Out the fucking lot of you, black bastards.
Come on. All right, Frank? It's Frank.
You're nicked.
Why're you doing this, man?
What, you not happy to see me?
We've done nothing wrong, man!
Ian!
I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I've had to bring him with me in the end.
Don't worry about it. No, no, it's no trouble, not at all.
Hello. Hello. Hello. So...
I thought the Old Bailey was for proper criminals, you know,
like bank robbers, murderers and that.
It's only a courtroom if you think about it. Nothing more.
Yeah, but we were already found innocent. The last magistrate
threw the charges straight out of court. And now this.
It's been nearly a year and we're already back to where
we bloody started, Only this time at the Old Bailey.
I mean, what's it all about, Ian?
Well, you're on the front line of change, Barbara.
So they want to try to make an example out of you.
But they can't do that, can they?
Well... Can they? I mean...
I don't even understand who's doing this.
So, the Director of Public Prosecutions has introduced
a new charge of riot and affray.
It's a very serious charge indeed,
and I'm afraid they're not obliged to explain themselves to anyone.
But, with your permission, I intend to make it much more
unpleasant for them than it has to be for you.
No.
No, I'm...
I'm not interested in playing silly games.
I've got this one to worry about now.
I can't have him ending up like me.
I won't.
If the two of us get sent away...
It just makes me sick to think about it.
I know, I know, I know.
I thought you were retired, anyway.
No, I was never retired, honestly.
Plus, the revolution is coming, so I certainly never intended to be
practising law when it did. Yeah, well, it's a nightmare, innit?
Well, maybe we're about to wake up.
Wake up?
I just want to wake up now, Ian.
I hoped never to see us all together in one place again.
No offence to anybody, but what is with this?
How could this be allowed to happen, eh?
Ay, relax man. Where is the father, eh?
Oh, don't ask me, mate.
Sorry, I'm Ian McDonald.
I'm representing Barbara for those that don't know.
Um, I hope you don't mind if I just jump in.
Um, the trial, as I'm sure you're all aware,
is taking place at the Old Bailey.
Somewhere normally reserved for only the most serious of crimes -
murder, terrorism and treason -
so this is just another example of intimidation.
Oh, hello, Mr Croft.
You look ridiculous.
Oh, thank you. Early retirement's been very kind to me.
I highly recommend it.
I'm delighted to see you here.
Makes me feel safer already.
You don't need to worry, this is the finest legal system in the world.
How you can trust the system
when one judge say you're innocent of the riot and affray
only for them to bring the charges then back?!
That don't make no sense.
Five years!
The counsel tell me to plead guilty and accept five years jail time.
What?! For real, boy.
So I said, " I'll spend five years with your wife."
What are you talking about his wife for, eh?
But concerning legal proceedings
and all that skullduggery...
British courtroom is designed to keep the defendant
shackled to ignorance.
I say no more.
Not in my name.
I spent enough time at the bar,
so Darcus Howe going to represent himself.
Which bar you been to?! The Red Lion?
You wanna go ah prison?
I studied law, you know, Rhodan.
This case isn't just about you.
It's nine defendants, Darcus.
You're making a decision that will affect everyone. And me say nuh.
Actually, that's a brilliant idea.
Darcus self-representing, that's brilliant.
It's... It's the perfect way to challenge the court's
archaic set up, and really take your message inside that building.
No, it's brilliant.
Self-representing means being able to cross-examine witnesses.
Think about that.
Make objections in the courtroom.
But...
Most importantly, it allows you to speak directly
to the jury in a manner that I, for one, couldn't.
I telling you, him talking a set of shit to the jury
is never gonna help nobody.
I agree with Darcus.
I will also represent myself.
Ah, ya yie! Nobody listen to me.
I think that's a good idea. Oh, listen! Listen!
We need to challenge the system.
Is a system where the judge wearing a dress,
the lawyer all put on a dress and they all wearing a wig.
But the men are all just himself to himself.
They speak only himself to himself.
We mustn't be victims but protagonists of our stories.
And what better way of representing ourselves,
than self-representing ourselves?
He's right! Hold on, hold on. Everybody turn crazy or something?
It's not a game we're playing here now.
This is our lives.
We are facing ten years in prison.
The legal system is designed for experts. You're harming yourselves
by pursuing this course.
You'll have to learn how to cross examine witnesses.
It's going to be a lot of extra work for you.
Doesn't matter, we can all work together.
Listen, all of you heading to the jail-house.
Not me, no, sir.
I agree with Mr Gordon. This is a grave mistake.
I wish you luck, Mrs Jones-Le Cointe.
No, no, no. We don't need luck, Mr.
We need justice.
We need more than that. We need more than that, for true.
Over here.
Name?
Mr Darcus Howe, acting counsel.
Says you're in the dock, down here. Up arms.
If you want to make a more thorough investigation, you'll find
that I am, in fact, acting counsel.
I should be treated as such.
Sorry, is there...?
Is there an issue here?
I can confirm that Mr Howe is acting counsel.
Self-representing, are we?
First time for everything.
So you'll be wanting to search me, too, then, yes?
No, sir. That won't be necessary.
Right. Thank you, Darcus. This way.
Self-representing? No.
Let's have the bag.
Up arms.
Round you go.
Thank you.
Name? Altheia Jones. Self-representing.
"Mangrove nine are innocent! The police should be on trial!"
Clerk of the court.
Er, Mr Mendel, please ensure
that none of the protesters are admitted, this morning.
I don't care if they have tickets.
OK, everyone, everyone.
Now, as you all know,
Altheia and Darcus will be representing themselves
in court today. Meaning that they will be able to cross examine
witnesses, make submissions to the judge and so on.
My role, as well as defending Barbara,
will be to act as a sort of...
...bridge for those less familiar with the legal witchcraftery
that's practised in this building.
So, I'd like to start by bringing everyone up to speed
on His Lordship.
Judge Edward Clark.
Now the good news for us is that he's an old, cantankerous,
upper-class bully.
And Mr Short Back and Sides, that's a good thing, is it?
Yes, it is, because it means he won't like being wound up.
But wind him up, we must. And wind him up, we will.
I'm struggling to understand how you consider antagonising
the judge to be a viable strategy.
That's just the start, Mr Croft.
We also have to find ourselves in all-black jury.
A black jury? Yes.
OK, if you want to pass these round.
We pay a pound for a list of all the proposed jurors.
Make sure everyone's got one.
Wimbledon, Eating and such, doctors, civil servants
won't understand our struggle.
You're damn right! Your mind's made up already.
Some of them got to be black.
But if every one of us exercises our right to reject seven jurors,
that's seven nines. 63. We've got 63 attempts.
Exactly. Look, ain't no matter.
The system is rigged, may I tell you?
The George monopoly, you think him let a single black man
on the jury? Hear me, counsel.
All of yous'd better start listening to him, instead of running
up your mouths. Well, with all due respect, Warden, and to you, too,
Mr Locke, I actually think that mouthing off might be
our best strategy. We are here to defend our lives,
so we are going to be loud and we are going to be decisive.
Step aside, please, sir. I have my ticket.
Look, if you'd like to step to one side, please.
It's my wife on trial.
You have to let me in. Sir! Step to one side.
You tell all to have a ticket. Look right here, you blasted ragamuffin.
You all only standing there not saying nothing.
You see how they're treating me?
I've a ticket right here.
And you're only standing there like...
Now take your fucking ticket.
Silence. Be upstanding in court.
All persons who have anything to do before my lords and ladies,
the Queen's justices, draw near and give your attention.
God Save The Queen.
Good morning. Mr Hill, are we ready to proceed?
Good morning, my Lord. Almost ready. Before jury selection,
we will discuss access to the courtroom and the defence
will then raise concerns about the composition of the jury.
Thank you, Mr Hill. Thank you.
Good morning, Your Lordship.
My Lord, some relatives were prevented from entering court
this morning.
I'm a little disturbed that, at the very beginning
of this case, the very people who need to hear what happens
suffered at the door of the court.
The public do not have unreserved access to my courtroom.
My courtroom, Your Lordship? In this instance, MY courtroom.
The officers have every right to keep out those who are not playing
an essential part in this case.
But Your Lordship, such is the public interest in this case
that might I actually suggest a few extra seats be made available,
somewhere at the rear of the courtroom.
I think we can squeeze a couple in.
You need know I issued the instructions myself,
but it's not a matter I wish to continue discussing
in this courtroom. Well, justice must be seen to be done
by members of the public, surely?
For Christ's sake, get a hold of yourself. On the matter
of extra seats,
your application is denied. When the jury have been sworn in...
My husband was refused admission to the public gallery,
even though he had a valid ticket.
That is the luck of the draw, as with most things in life.
What do the defence have to say about selection of the jury?
Ah, yes, my lord.
On behalf of my client and the rest of the defendants,
sat rather uncomfortably in the dock today,
I am making an application for an all-black jury to be appointed.
The decision to grant this application would be hailed
throughout the world as a great victory for liberty.
And why on God's Earth would I agree to that?
Well, an all-black jury is required in this case, Your Lordship,
because they are the Only persons who qualify,
in the conditions of our modern society,
as equals of the defendants.
And are you implying that a white jury
would not treat the defendants fairly,
as they are required to do by law?
Oh, no, no, no, not at all, Your Lordship. No.
Only that, with a white jury, you cannot guarantee against
persons prejudicing the defendants solely because they are black.
My lord, as my esteemed colleague Mr Howe here has enlightened me,
my request is based on the common law of England,
which has existed for over 700 years.
Stretching as far back as the Magna Carta, which was in 1215,
there's a great swathe of historical examples that give precedent
that a man should be tried by his peers or his equals.
So what I am asking for is something
that I am perfectly entitled to under British law.
I'm not asking for an extension of the law,
nor am I asking the court to make any special concessions.
I am grateful for your argument,
but your application is rejected.
Would His Lordship consider
expanding on the reasons for his judgment?
I do not regard these circumstances so exceptional
that I should give my reason.
My lord, I have no precedents to state,
but I have a sense of justice.
Need I repeat myself? The application is rejected.
Move on.
My lord, I'd ask the court for a short adjournment
so that I might consult with the defendants.
Your request is rejected.
A lot of very simple things are
already becoming complicated in this case.
Do not make inflammatory remarks, Mr MacDonald.
I'm trying to keep things simple
because there are unrepresented defendants in the dock.
Do not do it again. Of course.
Take the Bible in your right hand.
I sw... Challenge!
Take the Bible in your right hand...
Challenge!
Take the Bible in your... Challenge!
Exercising my right, my lord.
Challenging the jury may be within your judicial rights,
but I do not want this trial
to deteriorate into a black and white contest.
If you are going to challenge,
I ask you to do it before the swearing in begins.
Understood? Of course.
Take the Bible in your right hand. Challenge.
My lord, you've just said that all challenges must be lodged
before the oaths commence.
As was the case. Challenge upheld. You may leave the court.
Man's a liar! My lord...
Mr MacDonald, I said upheld.
You're not doing anyone any favours by behaving like that.
Well, once Altheia and Darcus get going, Mr Croft,
I'm going to seem positively timid.
I'm just warming the old bastard up.
The judge wanna purge all at we.
I see it in the eye, plain as day.
Every request we make, he rejects straight up.
Just a little sparring, man. Me wanna join in!
British justice. What a joke.
It's a disaster, isn't it, Ian?
No. It's not a disaster, no.
See, we just made a judge at the Old Bailey
discuss race in his courtroom.
He didn't want to do that.
He want to pretend this is a case about violence,
about criminals, about malcontents.
But we have made it about what it is.
About the colour of our skin.
It's a victory, huh?
It's our first victory.
Darcus is right. It might not be pretty, but we keep it going.
An idea float eventually by itself, hmm?
Me have an idea.
For real.
On Sunday the ninth of August in North Kensington,
a demonstration took place against the police
which degenerated into totally inexcusable
and unacceptable violence.
There may be some in here who believe
that they have been the victim of injustice
at the hands of the police.
But there are others who, like parasites,
feed on these beliefs
and seek to turn them to their own advantage,
encouraging and sometimes deliberately creating
hate, mistrust and violence.
Ladies and gentlemen, this was not just a flamboyant demonstration
that got out of control.
The Crown will prove that this demonstration
was led by those intent on fanning what they knew
to be an emotional situation.
They egged on the violence and deliberately joined in.
These defendants are all guilty of a serious criminal offence:
riot and affray.
My lord, I detect a certain vagueness in the way the prosecution
has brought this new charge of affray.
As a famous philosopher once said...
I am giving you enormous latitude here, Mr Howe.
Sit down before I find you in contempt of court.
And take that ridiculous hat off.
♪ Get your hands in the air, sir
♪ Ooh, yeah... ♪
Will you please proceed, Mr Hills
Thank you, my lord.
♪ And you will get no hurt, Mr No, no, no
♪ I said yeah
♪ What they say
♪ Listen what they say
♪ Can you hear me say, yeah?
♪ Yeah, yeah
♪ Listen what they say
♪ Do you believe I would take such thing with me
♪ And give it to the policeman?
♪ I wouldn't do that
♪ And if I do that I would say, "Sir
♪ "Come on and put the charge on me"
♪ I wouldn't do that
♪ No, I wouldn't do that
♪ I'm not a fool to hurt myself
♪ So I was innocent of what they done to me
♪ They was wrong. ♪
Would you like to take the affirmation or the oath? The oath.
Please hold the Bible
and read the oath out loud.
I swear, by Almighty God, that the evidence I shall give
shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.
Please state your name and rank.
Police Constable Frank pulley.
PC Pulley, when did you join the police force?
1954.17 years ago.
And in all that time, how many complaints
have been made against you?
No more than is normal.
Maybe seven or eight official complaints.
None of them have been substantiated.
And how many times have you been commended for service
to Her Majesty's police force?
A few times. More than a few.
My lord, my understanding from you was that questions ought to be
focused on matters concerning the trial.
Madam, I think the jury will understand that this is a member
of the Metropolitan Police and is to be respected as such.
As long as the defendants are afforded the same privileges
as PC Pulley, Your Lordship.
Mr MacDonald, sit down and be quiet.
Mr Hill please continue.
Thank you, my lord. Do go on, PC Pulley.
About my commendations?
In 1968, I received
the British Empire Medal for Gallantry whilst on duty.
Thank you.
Can you describe your role on the day of the demonstration?
At 2:15 pm, myself and three other police constables -
PC Dixon, PC Royce and PC Johnson -
went to the Mangrove in an observation van.
For what purpose?
For the purpose of identifying
people who were involved in the demonstration.
We arrived just before Howe addressed the crowd.
What did he say?
We were going back and forth in our vehicle,
so I couldn't make any note of what he said.
So the demonstration then set off from All Saints Road
in the direction of Notting Dale Police Station, correct?
Correct, with Howe and Crichlow leading the way.
I did see them also leave the main procession
to try and get more people to join in.
Millett was selling newspapers.
I saw him approach a black woman with a half caste child, and...
...and she said to him, "Go away and leave us alone, man,"
"you stupid troublemakers."
Did you hear his response?
Millett told her, "You better think black, baby,
"or you die with the white pigs when the time comes. "'
No! All lies... You're lying!
Did you see what started the fighting?
I did not, no.
I saw Crichlow and Howe talking together
before joining the main fight.
Please describe their actions for the courtroom
as you recorded it.
They were acting like savages.
Howe was encouraging the mob,
standing on a brick wall screaming,
"' Kill the white pigs. "'
I saw Crichlow throw a piece of wood right at an officer,
him and LeCointe both throwing bricks and bottles.
How's Darcus coping in all this?
Yeah, OK, I think. He's nervous about his coming speech.
Not that Darcus! Darcus Junior.
Oh. Yeah.
Yeah, he's teething, you know, so he's not sleeping.
What if he's taken into care, like I was?
It's not going to happen.
Well it will if both of his parents get sent away. It will.
I'm scared, too, you know.
But we have to have faith.
Faith in the British justice system.
Yeah.
Yeah, there's a thought.
At least they can't take yours away from you.
Not whilst it's in there.
And they can't take yours, either.
Not whilst he's in here.
You gonna eat a little, Frank?
Just now.
What you're doing is a good ting, you know.
Might not feel like it, but...
...it is.
Everybody come together over this.
Have so much food... I can't go to the jailhouse, Dol.
Justice stay upon your side, eh?
My backside, maybe.
Dice fix you up, man.
A game later tonight.
No.
But don't make me stop you lose your pension.
You me pension, Frank.
You and everybody else.
Can you take him a minute, please?
I can't, I'm working. Yeah, well I'm working, too.
Well I can't hear myself think! I'm...
I'm trying to prepare for cross examining Pulley.
Can you just shut up?
Come on.
I have it.
I have them this time.
My lord,
I am defending myself
against some very serious allegations made
by PC Pulley and three other police officers
who were stationed in a van.
I would like to start by stating my intention
to question the credibility of this witness,
PC Frank Pulley.
Noted. Now is your opportunity.
May I ask PC Pulley
if you think anybody who goes to the Mangrove restaurant
is already corrupted?
Yes, I believe so.
So frequent visitors like
the local MP, Mr Bruce Douglas-Mann, are corrupted?
Is this what you are suggesting?
I don't know the local Mp.
Are you suggesting I am corrupted?
I have been to the Mangrove on several occasions.
I should think you are, yes.
I know the place to be a haunt of
criminals, prostitutes, ponces and the like.
And I put it to you that all your comments on this case,
all the information you put to the jury is rooted in prejudice.
It's rooted in experience
of an area I have served as a police officer
for a considerable length of time.
When did you join the police force?
1954.
Almost the same time as Detective Inspector Stockwell joined, too?
Yes.
And yet you are a constable still?
That's correct.
May I be so bold as to ask
why you have never risen through the ranks?
I left school quite young.
Truth is, I've never been able to pass the police examinations.
My lord, I cannot see the relevance.
Mr Howe, please keep to the incidents of August 9th.
Very well my lord.
Police Constable Pulley,
you made a statement that at the beginning of the demonstration,
during the speeches, that the crowd had started chanting.
I ask you to compare your statement
with that of your three other colleagues present,
who had made no mention of chanting.
They hadn't said they couldn't hear. There is a difference.
Did you and your other colleagues in the observation van,
did you write your statements at the same time, in the same room?
Yes, we did. When you work in the same room, that's normal.
Is it quite normal too, to decide together
what to put in and what to leave out of your statements?
I'm not sure where you're going with this, but we did no such thing.
Of course not.
Far be it for me to imply such chicanery.
PC Pulley, can you please confirm
that this is the size of the slit in the observation van?
It's roughly the same, I guess, yeah.
Very good guess, PC Pulley.
This is roughly the size of the slit.
Two by eight inches.
Not much bigger...
...and not much smaller.
It is your testament
that you, PC Dixon and PC Johnson
were all looking through this same hole at the same time, correct?
I'm sorry, is that correct?
Yes, that's correct.
I would like to know, PC Pulley,
how it is possible that even two men could look through this same hole
at the same time.
Quiet at once.
It's possible if you...
It's possible if they both look through one eye.
So where was your face, PC Pulley?
Next to PC Royce or next to PC Dixon?
Eh?
Was it like this,
or like this?
Where was your face, Pulley?
My lord, please direct Mr Howe to address the witness correctly.
Constable Pulley, you know why you are now being ridiculed?
The image of four police officers behaving in such a manner
is worthy of ridicule, is it not?
It could make a stuffed bird laugh.
Could make a stuffed bird laugh.
PC Pulley, I suggest
that substantial and important parts of your evidence
are deliberate lies.
Deliberate and conspiratorial lies
designed to have my freedom taken away from me.
Liar, Pulley! Liar!
So, where exactly was your face, then?
Like this, or perhaps like this?
Where was it?
I don't remember.
You don't remember?
No.
PC Royce, 13 times you say you don't remember
or you can't say.
PC Pulley said 33 times he didn't remember.
PC Johnson, 28 times.
About 70 times the three of you say you can't remember.
You were put in a van to observe and record,
from beginning to end,
in order to provide information that would give the truth
as to what took place.
I suggest you failed distinctly in your responsibility
to observe and record.
Let me ask you again, where was your face, PC Royce?
Where was your face?
If you do not accept responsibility now,
history will bestow it upon you.
Pulley's signalling at the witness!
I seen him! Royce taking instruction from the witness stand.
It's a breach of court, a court breach.
Constable Pulley, this is a very serious allegation.
I must ask that you leave the courtroom at once.
Is only that? Shouldn't a crooked man be locked up or something.
Will the defendants sit down at once?
Mr Pulley,
you will not return until your fellow officers
in the observation van have all given their evidence.
You should consider yourself lucky
that no further action will be taken.
No further questions, my lord.
Should have been banged up, if you ask me!
At least been given some licks.
But if you hadn't shouted at the judge,
we'd have got a much better chance at a stern punishment.
Don't give me a six for a nine, cos you is working for me.
Brother, no hot up you head now. Gonna cool down, boy?
It's alright for you. The cunumunu supposed to be working for me!
Me done. Me don't need no counsel.
Go on! Get out my eyeball range!
Rhodan, where you go to, boy?
I represent myself.
If them two can, me can, too.
No disrespect, yeah?
But you sure you up for that?
Altheia and Darcus they put in the work, you know.
And if you vex the judge, that could do you more harm,
that could do all at we more harm. Frank,
it's every man for him own self. Eh!
It's dem and we.
♪ I want all your skinheads to get up on your feet
♪ Put your braces together and your boots on your feet
♪ And give me some of that old moonstomping
♪ Get ready
♪ We got three million miles to reach the moon... ♪
Be upstanding in court.
♪ So let's start getting happy now
♪ Ready?
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Yeah, yeah... ♪
Please hold the Bible and read the words on the card.
I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give
shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give
shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
♪ Now, remember I'm your boss skinhead speaking
♪ You can see, look at my boot... ♪
I swear by Almighty God...
♪ Whatever you want to call it... ♪
Went down to the corner...
...they were shouting, and...
♪ Now, I want all you fellas to gather around me
♪ And we're gonna start stomping
♪ Ready?
♪ Now
♪ We want to make sure when we get back on the Earth
♪ We've got the moon on top of us... ♪
State your name and rank.
PC Charles Wheeler.
Where are you stationed?
Notting Dale police Station.
And how long have you been serving in the Metropolitan Police?
It's been about five years now.
And in those five years, how many complaints
have been made against you?
None. None at all. None?
And how many commendations?
I've had three.
Could you please tell the court what the first commendation was for?
I was involved in a rescue.
A rescue? What sort of rescue?
A father had abducted a...
It's all so repetitious and irrelevant.
Where is the justice? Sit down.
No, no, I won't. Sit down, I said! The officer has nothing to do with the case.
It is a complete waste of time!
Where is the justice?
The office has nothing to do with the case.
The officer has nothing to do with the case.
The officer has nothing to do with the case!
I am warning you, take control of your clients!
The officer has nothing to do with the case!
Silence! Silence!
The officer has nothing to do with the case!
Silence! Silence!
If any of the defendants...
Whatever, man, it's a bloodclaat conspiracy, man!
If any of the defendants continue to disrupt these proceedings,
they will be taken downstairs.
Is that understood?
To let emotions settle,
we will continue with the Crown's witness after an adjournment.
God's sake! Justice...
Bumbaclaat! It's typical!
Come on, now. Come on down. Clear the court.
Ian! Yes? Talk to me, boy.
I said, clear the court!
Hey! Oi, take your hands off him!
Don't!
Darcus, Darcus, do not resist.
Don't resist! Darcus!
Get in there! Get in there!
You dirty, nasty skunt!
Get in there! You skunt!
What's wrong with you?
Skunt! Come on, then!
Come on, then!
Fight me, come on!
Come on! Fight me!
Fight me!
Ya savages!
All a' ya wicked men, ya wicked!
Ya dutty mothers, Nanas skunt!
Ya skunt! All ya wicked men.
What's wrong with you?
Yeah, come on!
Come on!
Ya dirty Nanas skunt.
Ya skunt!
All you wicked, you wicked men.
Ya dirty, nasty skunt!
Ya skunt!
What's wrong with you?
Shh.
Let the court be upstanding.
Your Honour... It's "My lord" or "Your Lordship". Yes, Mr Howe.
My lord, I want to bring a matter to your attention.
Before the break, I was trying to speak to my co-counsel,
Mr MacDonald - as acting counsel, I'm perfectly entitled to do this -
when a prison officer suddenly went berserk,
manhandling me worse than if I were a convicted prisoner.
So I said, " Hold on, please let me have a few words with him,"
whereupon he dragged me to the top there, slammed me down the stairs.
I'm now concerned about my physical wellbeing,
which I had presumed safe at the Old Bailey.
Are there any witnesses to these allegations?
I can confirm that Mr Howe's version of events is correct, my lord, yes.
My Lord, my client, Frank Crichlow,
was also manhandled by court officers.
Thank you, Mr Woodley, but that is quite enough on this matter.
Mr Howe, this should not have been discussed in front of the jury.
The jury must not be concerned with external matters
that have nothing at all to do with this case.
Please find a way to purge this from your minds.
Your sole considerations are with those events that happened last year
on August the 9th on Portnall Road.
My Lord, this is a matter of the utmost seriousness.
And all we are asking is that it should be dealt with accordingly.
And that is precisely what this court intends to do,
but according to the law.
I insist that you apologise for your rudeness.
I'll apologise to His Lordship
when His Lordship apologises to Mr Howe.
Mr Mendel after the break,
I suggest all court officers be replaced.
I see the matter ending there.
The aerobic and anaerobic organisms transmitted by the mouth
when human teeth pierce or lacerate the skin
can cause cellulitis, an infection that... Thank you, Dr Chadee.
Where in your statement do you mentioned punctures
or lacerations to the skin?
Nowhere in your statement.
You only talk of bite marks and indentations to the skin.
Now, can you tell the courtroom how many days after the demonstration
and my subsequent arrest on August 9th
was it before you examined the police officers?
And if you need any sort of help,
it is written clearly at the top of your statement.
Four days. Sorry, so we can all hear.
Four days later.
Four days later?
Thank you.
So, my question is this.
In your expert medical opinion,
how much time do you have once these bite marks,
these indentations, have been inflicted to precisely identify
when they were made?
Oh, gosh, you're quiet!
It's not a trick question. Shall I repeat it for you?
Three hours. About three hours.
And so, after three hours...
...it is no longer possible to tell when the bite marks
were made, correct?
I have been accused of biting a police officer
who was examined by you four days after the events, Dr Chadee.
Four days!
Someone is obviously lying in this courtroom. Is it you?
My Lord, I must object to the phrase used in the line of questioning.
Please rephrase your question, Miss Jones-LeCointe.
Seems like a fitting way to end the prosecution's case,
if you ask me, my Lord.
No further questions.
Dr Chadee, you may stand down.
Now that the prosecution's case has come to an end,
we will adjourn for a few days while legal submissions are made.
I would remind you...
What are they going to do to try and get us this time?
...not to discuss proceedings with anyone or to read about it
in the press. You are dismissed.
Forgive me, my lord, but it is evidently clear that there are
pronounced contradictions and inconsistencies
between the Crown and prosecution.
Therefore, if it please Your Lordship, the defence submit
that the prosecution's case should not proceed,
that there is no case to answer
and that these matters should not be left with a jury.
Much as there is a temptation to remove your presence
from this court, I find there is a prima facie case to be made.
I reject your submission.
Be upstanding in court.
I 'll... I don't want to go to jail.
The only crime you've committed is to give a space to these people.
You're a law-abiding citizen.
Your premises were overrun by a bunch of agitators.
What ya really saying, man?
I can't help these people, Mr Crichlow,
but I can help you if you plead guilty!
Is what he telling you, Frank?
Hm?
Look how you screwing up your face.
Is what he telling you to do?
Plead guilty.
Plead what?
Is that what you said for real?
Mrs Jones-LeCointe, these are very serious charges.
And now that you all have to give testimony on the witness stand,
I think it highly likely... Oh, shut your...
All ya a' wicked! You flipping... Plead what?!
Guilty. All ya better take this frickin' man out my face.
Move out my face!
Is that what you gon' do?
You can't be doing that.
Not now, you can't, Frank.
He trying to divide us.
For 400 years, people like him trying to divide our people,
undermine us!
This trial is another way of doing that,
of destroying a strong black movement in this country.
We have to stick together -
as a collective, the Mangrove Nine, as a people!
It's what you telling me, boy.
That's all that matters.
I don't get it.
You want to sit in a courthouse for the next six weeks
so we can get more time in jail,
I don't want go to jail. You understand?
These people, they're like vampires.
You think you beat them, but they keep coming back and back,
again, again. It's like a silver bullet ain't enough!
You have to stick them through the heart,
then get the garlic, then chop off their head, too.
It's never enough!
The best we can hope for is a draw. A draw!
The system rigged. It's rotten!
And what are we fighting for, huh?
For what, Altheia?
For my unborn child.
That's what.
All of this...
...all of our fight...
...it counts beyond us here.
This trial is more than just about our freedom.
What is being called into question in this case
is the right of anybody - not just us as black people,
but the right of anybody - to demonstrate.
I'm not just here defending myself, but trying to defend all of us.
But if we fold now and we let... And we let them take over
and we give in to them, they will take it all from us
and they will take it from our children, too.
We are the example...
...and we must bear this responsibility.
Please, if all ya want to take your plea, you take it,
as is your right to.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Come back to bed.
So where were you, then? I told you - Portnall.
Speak up, Mr Crichlow.
If I can't hear you, how can the jury be expected to?
I was on Portnall Road. Where the fighting was?
So you went there deliberately to get involved in the fighting,
which had by then, you say, already started?
No, I told you. I already knew where the march was headed to.
Because you organised the demonstration?
Because I was on the organising committee, yes.
But it was an accident that we meet when we did.
So let me get this correct.
You knew exactly where the march was going, but it was just an accident
that you joined up with it again when you did?
The whole thing was an accident. An accident?
Even the Chief Inspector says so.
You don't know Notting Hill. Possibly not.
You understand nothing.
What I would strongly suggest, Mr Crichlow,
is that you were at the heart of the disturbance
and one of its chief agitators.
Well, like I said, you understand nothing.
You already knew PC pulley? What ya yapping, man?
Everyone know the heavy mob in Notting Hill.
So, please describe PC pulley's standing in the community.
His standing?
Forgive me, members of the jury.
I find it difficult to control myself
when the prosecutor chat about the stature of Pulley.
I have known that man for ten years -
and no bigger bully, no greater thug, no greater gangster
plant him big foot in Notting Hill in all that time.
No, sir.
Mr Gordon, I am once again granting an enormous amount of latitude here.
Channa man!
Mr Gordon!
I was not holding the pig's head at that point.
What were you holding? A placard that said, " Hands off black people."
And then a man came and snatched it away from me -
a white man, tall and heavily built. He looked like a lunatic.
I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing,
but he just broke the placard over his knee.
So I tried to get it back from him.
You tried to get it back from him, even though, as you say,
he looked like a lunatic?
Not afraid of loons. Been surrounded by them all my life.
So you attacked the man?
No, I did not.
Before I knew it, I was being arrested.
Did you resist arrest?
Course I resisted arrest.
Done nothing wrong, had I?
Did you ask where the demonstration was going?
No, I hung around to show my solidarity.
You see, I wasn't too concerned with where it was going
because I'd always intended to get myself down to prayer meeting,
down at Acklam Road at 3.30?
Hallelujah!
Yeah, man!
But whilst on All Saints Road, did you join in with the chants?
No, I did not.
Although it is true that me daughter, she did like the one
that went, "The pigs. The pigs. We have to get rid of the pigs."
Mr Caboo, please take the stand.
I am not Roy Caboo, as identified by the arrest warrant.
My name is Godfrey Millett. Wha-...?
But, in fact and truth, Millett is only my slave name.
I myself deny all the charges made against me.
I do also deny saying to a black woman, "Think black, baby",
"or die with the white pigs when the time comes."
I am innocent of all the charges.
Over the past II weeks, you have heard expressions
of passion, of emotion and perhaps of prejudice.
There was nothing illegal in police searching the Mangrove restaurant.
They were acting within the law.
And yet, members of the jury, you are here being asked
if you accept the testimony of the Metropolitan policemen as truth.
The prosecution invites you to say that you do,
because they are officers of the law in whom you can and should
place an absolute trust.
There is no Grey area about PC Pulley.
PC pulley is either telling the truth or he is totally dishonest.
Do you really imagine that police officers would take the risk
of making up evidence?
Of course not. They wouldn't dare.
The prosecution contends that this demonstration,
organised and inflamed by the men and women in the dock
before you today, was violent in manner and in tone.
It was mounted generally and specifically against the police,
and in favour of what is called "the black community".'.
We have heard from distinguished witnesses
who described a "screaming mob"' that were "behaving like savages".
Like savages.
The prosecution says that you can rely on the testimony
of an experienced police officer and, difficult as it may be,
that you are bound to accept his evidence and faithfully
to return your verdict of guilty.
That is the case for the Crown.
- Go on, Darcus! - Silence.
The time is out of joint. Oh, cursed spite...
...that ever a black people...
...were born to set it right.
- We say it's closing time. - Yeah, man! Closing time.
But in a certain sense, the matter has just begun...
...for I believe that this case has opened issues
which are likely to decide the shape and future of British society,
I believe, and Europe.
I believe that this case has opened issues.
It has seared the consciousness of the black community to an extent
that the history of Britain cannot now be written without it.
I want to make myself abundantly clear.
Whatever verdict you come to, I mean it when I say...
...I don't care.
I don't care because I believe history is on my side.
That if riot and affray carries that maximum sentence,
the sky's the limit.
I don't care, I don't care. I don't care!
I stand accused of riot and affray.
No.
I stand here accusing those who've been involved in conspiracy.
That's my position.
It's closing time.
Now, you have heard an awful lot about the Mangrove.
It has been portrayed by the prosecution
as an ordinary restaurant with licensing problems.
How ignorant can people get?
How superficial and surface-like can people be?
It's not his fault, his masters' fault.
Black people are criminals, ponces and prostitutes.
That is a myth that has been created about us.
That was a statement that was made by one police officer
who gave evidence during this trial.
But I submit to you
that Notting Hill is a very unique community
where many people from the West Indies live.
It is a community that was born out of a resistance to a series
of backward attacks from the police that had nothing to do with
the advanced ideas and values going around in the 20th century.
It has something that was located somewhere
in the stench of British colonialism -
his masters again.
In defending themselves against attack, a community is born.
And wherever a community is born, it creates institutions that it needs.
Frank Crichlow,
he wasn't conscious of the fact
that he was forming a community restaurant.
But that sense of community, born out of struggle in Notting Hill,
was so profound that there was no other way for it to be
but a community restaurant.
We created the Mangrove. We shaped it.
We formed it to satisfy our needs.
The Mangrove is ours.
It is ours! It's not Frank's!
He lost it to the community. He knows that.
And so when the Mangrove came under attack from the police -
not once, not twice, but three times, members of the jury,
three times - we said, " No more."
I have been forced to take a stand.
And to take a stand, I will!
They prefer to call a riot and affray inquiry
instead of an inquiry into the police.
They prefer that, but let it be, eh?
It's closing time.
History will take its course, so frequently a brutal one,
and we will continue to resist intelligently and reasonably.
That is what the demonstration was about -
an intelligent and reasonable resistance
to certain concrete facts.
Members of the jury,
after what has been an unusually wearisome case,
a long II weeks in court,
at last comes the time for you to consider your verdicts.
There have been many attacks on people during this trial -
the prosecution accused of prejudice
and you, the jury, told that only two among you,
the two black members, are in a position to judge.
If any of the counsel have overstepped the bounds of propriety
in their remarks, you should not hold that against the defendant.
You have sworn on oaths to try this case
on the evidence you have heard.
Do not count uniforms, and most important,
do not take into account the colour of anyone's skin.
Silence. Be upstanding in court.
Will the first defendant, Mr Crichlow, please stand?
Will the foreman of the jury please stand?
Have you reached any verdict upon which you are all agreed?
We have.
On count one, the charge of riot,
how do you find the first defendant, Mr Crichlow?
Not guilty.
On count two, affray,
how do you find the first defendant, Mr Crichlow?
Not guilty.
Will the second defendant, Mr Howe, please stand?
On count one, the charge of riot,
how do you find the second defendant, Mr Howe?
Not guilty.
On count two, affray, how do you find the second defendant, Mr Howe?
Not guilty.
Will the third defendant, Miss Beese, please stand?
On count one, the charge of riot,
how do you find the third defendant, Miss Beese?
Not guilty.
On count two, affray,
how do you find the third defendant, Miss Beese?
Not guilty.
Will the fourth defendant, Miss Jones-LeCointe, please stand?
On count one, the charge of riot,
how do you find the fourth defendant, Altheia Jones-LeCointe?
Not guilty.
On count two, affray...
This has been a very unpleasant experience
for everyone concerned.
Regrettably, what this trial has shown is that there is evidence
of racial hatred on both sides.
The penalties I am going to impose on the four defendants
guilty of the lesser charges...
...are imposed in a spirit of this particular season of the year,
which should be a season for promoting peace
and goodwill to all men.
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Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I wasn't sure, you know?
Congratulations.
Congratulations, big man.
Barbara.
Yes, Frank! Thank you!
Mrs Tetley, you reach? Reach long time. Lovely.
We have three jury inside of there and they celebrating - with us!
You told me. I never see the like.
We might have won the battle, Frank, but we'll see about the war.
I can't suffer another winter here, boss.
I going back home.
This we home, Dol. The Mangrove.
I going back inside.
Yes, Frank!
Granville? Liming at last!
Respect, Frank! Respect, brother.
Hey! Little roll on the dice to celebrate?
I will catch you soon, yeah, Granville.
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