Let Him Have It Page #4

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Come on, wise guy, let's do it.

It's gotta be down there.

- Up there. On the roof, two of 'em.

- We can see 'em from our window.

It's right opposite, you see.

- You go in the back.

- Right.

What you got that for?

You wanna get down again,

don't you?

Sh*t! Wait here.

We need the keys.

Where does the owner live?

Down the road,

second turning on the right.

- What's up?

- Bogeys! They've come for us.

My dad's gonna kill me!

- Think they've got guns?

- Don't be soft.

Christ! If they catch me with these!

I'm a police officer.

Show yourselves.

If you want us, why don't you

f***ing well come and get us?

Don't be so bloody stupid!

- What are you doing?

- Don't be stupid!

This place is surrounded,

you hear me?

- Don't try anything, alright?

- He's got a gun!

Don't f***ing move!

Come on, son, game's up.

Get back, copper!

Give that thing to me.

Let him have it, Chris!

Move it!

Ah, sh*t!

Shut up!

Have you got a f***ing gun too?

Hey? What's this, hey?

What's this?

You're under arrest, of course.

Jesus!

Hello, GW, this is car 2Z.

We need help.

There are men armed and shooting

at Barlow & Parker, Tamworth Road.

You ain't getting up here that way.

Break your neck doing that, copper!

Right, stand back. Stand well back.

Go home. There's nothing to see.

Go home.

Let's get that ladder up. Come on!

- Come on! Move it! Come on!

- Up there on the roof.

You're surrounded! Give yourself up!

I'm Craig! You've just given

my brother 12 years!

- Milo.

- I've got the keys.

The kid's off his head!

Come on, you brave coppers!

- Where are you, Bill?

- We're on your right.

Kid's on the left!

Here, let me.

Milo?!

Milo?

You bastard!

Come on then, you f***ers!

I'm only 16!

Give me a f***ing gun!

F***ing... bastard!

You killed him!

Stay back!

You killed him!

Stay back or I'll blow

your f***ing head off as well!

I mean it!

Gotcha! You bastard!

You bastard!

You f***! F***!

You f***!

F***!

You f***!

I wish I was f***ing dead!

I'd have killed

the f***ing lot of you!

As in Adam, all die. Even so,

in Christ shall all be made alive.

But every man in his own order.

Christ, the first fruit...

Mrs Miles, Sir David Maxwell-Fyfe,

the Home Secretary.

My sincerest condolences, Mrs Miles.

Justice will be done!

My lord and members of the jury,

the charge against these two youths

is that on the night

of November 2nd last,

they together murdered a police

officer, Sidney George Miles.

You may have read in the press

of how these two young men were found

on the roof of a building in Croydon,

how what was described as

a Chicago-style gun battle ensued,

as a result of which

one police constable was killed

and another wounded.

A spectacular jump by the boy Craig

from the rooftop

as a result of which he was injured

and had to appear at the magistrates

court on a stretcher.

The case for the crown

is this and nothing less,

that Craig

deliberately murdered PC Miles

and thereafter gloried in the murder

and only regretted

that he had not shot more.

Bentley incited Craig

to begin the shooting.

And although

he was technically under arrest

at the time of the actual murder,

was nevertheless

still mentally supporting Craig

in all that Craig continued to do.

And in English law,

and you may say in common sense,

was in every sense

party to that murder.

And this is where you stood?

Yes, sir.

Craig behind the lift head

and Bentley just behind you?

- Yes, sir.

- And what happened next?

Bentley shouted, Craig opened fire,

I was hit in the shoulder.

And what was it Bentley shouted

to cause Craig to fire?

I really must object. My learned

friend is leading the witness.

It was a valid question, Mr Cassels.

Please continue.

Mr Fairfax?

He shouted, "Let him have it, Chris!"

And what do you think

he meant by that?

Shoot. Start firing.

Be quiet!

I will not tolerate such noise!

You were hit in the shoulder

and knocked down?

Yes, sir.

You recovered quickly

and grabbed Bentley again?

Yes, sir.

Now, you were wounded

and therefore more vulnerable.

Despite this, did Bentley

make any attempt to attack you?

No, sir, I attacked him.

And when you took him

to the top of the steps,

did he again do or say

anything violent towards you?

No, sir.

Sergeant Fairfax, at this stage

did you have hold of Bentley?

No, sir.

So he was free to run and join

his friend if he had so wished,

even though

you had just cautioned him?

Yes, I suppose so, sir.

Hmm. No further questions, my lord.

You may stand down, Mr Fairfax.

Should have killed

that f***er as well.

I swear by Almighty God that the

evidence I shall give to this court

shall be the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth.

I swear by Almighty God that the

evidence I shall give to this court

will be the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth.

- What's your name?

- Christopher Craig.

- Speak up.

- Christopher Craig.

Now, between the age of 11

and your present age, 16,

how many firearms have you had?

40 or 50.

- Quiet!

- I used to swap 'em at school.

- Why did you swap them?

- Cos I liked 'em.

Did having them make you feel like

one of the gangsters in the films?

Yes, sir.

And how often

did you carry one around with you?

- Every day.

- 40 or 50, do you mean?

Well, I didn't carry 'em all

at the same time, sir.

So, then, was it unusual for you

to be carrying one on that night?

Did Bentley know you had a gun?

Not that night, sir,

not until I got it out on the roof.

- Are you a good shot?

- No.

This is a case in which an officer

of justice was murdered.

Shot.

If you are trying to prepare

a case of manslaughter,

Craig was a bad shot so him

killing PC Miles was an accident,

I'll tell the jury

that that is no defence at all.

With respect, my lord,

the argument is that Craig

was shooting to scare the police,

not to hit them.

That is still to claim

that it was an accident.

The gun didn't go off accidentally,

he was firing at policemen.

Here is a selection of comments

alleged made by you

during the days

following your arrest.

"You're coppers! Ha! The other one's

dead with a hole in his head!"

"If I hadn't cut a bit off the barrel

of my gun,

I could have killed a lot more."

"That night I was out to kill

because I had so much hate inside me

for what they did to my brother."

I never said any of that.

Various police officers

have testified that you did

when you were in hospital.

It's not true.

On the way to the warehouse,

Craig gave you a knuckle-duster.

Yes, sir.

Why?

I don't know, sir.

You do not know why he

gave you the knuckle-duster?

Then why did you take it?

It's something I'd never had, sir,

something that was given to me.

Now, Craig has admitted

owning over 40 pistols.

Are you telling me you didn't know

that your friend had any guns?

- No.

- What do you mean?

I didn't know he had that many, sir.

But you knew he had at least one?

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