“Julian and I, we burn the midnight oil night after night.”
Long hours sound like a private pact once both names sit under the same lamp.
Informal
Capítulo 7 de 22 · 2'14"
Two barristers are stuck late on a GBH file: plead and take a shorter sentence, or gamble that the facts do not help the police. The night slides from vodka to a kiss. "Boyish, sheepish, Jules! Who would have thought it?" comes after the kiss and is not a real question.
❝ Monólogo · 33 frases Night After Night with Julian
Pleading Out the GBH Case
Boyish, Sheepish Jules
In chambers, the narrator and Julian work night after night, both booked for weeks. He asks about a GBH case: pleading means years because of a past, though a guilty plea cuts the sentence, while the facts may fail the police. She spots officers fixing the file. Vodka in his room turns into a kiss and sex on the office sofa.
She and Julian burn the midnight oil night after night, both booked out for weeks. What she likes is being seen as an equal, a brain to trust. Julian comes in about a GBH case, and they go to his room for vodka. If the client pleads, he will do a few years because he has a past, though a guilty plea gives a discount. On the other hand, there is a strong chance the facts do not work for the police. She spots officers fixing the file to make it look better and calls it a fundamental mistake. The kiss is happening: she finds herself kissing Jules, and he is gentler than she thought. "Boyish, sheepish, Jules! Who would have thought it?" is not a question. Expensive aftershave, son of a QC, he is exactly what she wants right now. They have sex on the corner sofa and laugh at "Barristers doing it in chambers!" He nuzzles close, sure she had a boyfriend.
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“Julian and I, we burn the midnight oil night after night.”
Long hours sound like a private pact once both names sit under the same lamp.
Informal
“But I like that he sees me as an equal, a brain to trust.”
She is asking to be trusted with judgment, not to be desired.
Neutral
“He smells of expensive aftershave, son of a QC, but right now, he is exactly what I want.”
Distaste and wanting share one sentence, and the but lets the want win.
Informal
“We laugh about the cliché we are. 'Barristers doing it in chambers!'”
They turn the affair into a joke title before anyone else can.
Informal
“It's sweet. How did I become that girl?”
Sweetness gets a beat, then the question puts her on trial.
Informal
Julian and I, we burn the midnight oil night after night. We are both booked out for weeks. Adam, he seems to somehow go home and work from there. Adam, he has a kid now. I mean, I don't know how he does it. He might just be the cleverest person I know. He can recite whole sections of the Criminal Justice Act. He's a fre-eak! But I like that he sees me as an equal, a brain to trust. Julian comes in, asks me about his GBH case. It's tricky. It looks bad for his client. Should he plead it out and get a lesser sentence? We head to his room, so he can pour us each a vodka. If his client pleads, he'll definitely do a few years, he has a past. But a guilty plea gives him a discount on the time he will serve. On the other hand, there's a strong chance the facts don't work for the police. It's a hard decision. I spot something. Looks like some of the officers fixed something to make it look better. It is a fundamental mistake. We laugh. [CHUCKLES] Jules's eyes are on me. Moves in close. Too much vodka... Woops! I find myself kissing Jules. He... He is more gentle than I thought he would be. Boyish, sheepish, Jules! Who would have thought it? He... He is not a look I would usually find attractive. He's all, er... He's all clean and well pampered. He smells of expensive aftershave, son of a QC, but right now, he is exactly what I want. We fuck on the corner sofa in his office. We laugh about the cliché we are. 'Barristers doing it in chambers!' He nuzzles up close to me afterwards, says he was sure I would have a boyfriend. It's sweet. How did I become that girl?
Siguiente · 08get under their skinLa escena: Tessa Baiting the SergeantWe are both booked out for weeks. It covers the weeks ahead: the diary is already full, and nothing else can be fitted in. That is why the nights still have to keep going.
He smells of expensive aftershave and is the son of a QC, but the line says right now he is exactly what she wants. The polish is noticed, and she wants him anyway.
She spots something: some of the officers fixed something to make it look better. She calls that a fundamental mistake, and they laugh.
She finds herself kissing Jules, and he is more gentle than she thought he would be. Right after that, he is boyish and sheepish.