What keeps you invested are the raw two-handers between Socha and Akhtar. The former, especially, is electrifying – a shapeshifting, lairy nightmare with psychological hot and cold taps both running at once. Worth watching for his performance alone.

Tension is gradually built up as the trial proceeds, until it turns the knuckles white. Showtrial works best when it focuses on just Sam and Justin.

There is a decent twist, episodes four and five are splendid and Socha is its forte.

Socha’s energy bouncing off Akhtar’s insomnia-plagued twitchiness, is a masterclass in acting chemistry. .... The less good stuff is that whenever it veers away from this main event – which it does too much – Showtrial runs out of battery.

The performances are strong – often stronger than the script. The need for each character to come with a truckload of personal trauma, in addition to their professional woes, compounds the sense that it could do with trimming the fat.