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In the criminal justice system
the people are represented

by two separate yet equally
important groups -

the police who investigate crime

and the crown prosecutors
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Those were his exact words.
I thought,

what I am doing with someone who
objectifies people down to numbers?

Besides which I'm an 81⁄2 - ask
anyone. Maybe an eight when I had
the braid

but I won't make that mistake again.
And he thinks he's a nine? I know.

With those chicken legs. From now on
I'm just going to concentrate on me.

Take some time to think about what I
really want.

Good for you. OK, ciao, bella. See
you later, babes.

All right, hungry people! Come and
get it!

Three dead and one serious head
injury.

Joanne Ellis, one of their
customers. She's in a bad way.

Right, OK.

What's this, age before beauty?
Something like that.

Joy? I take it you're here for the
tour.

Kelly Scott, one of the sales
assistants.

Only started yesterday.

And this one's a customer.

Driving licence IDs her as Linda
Bowers.

Works in a cake shop nearby.

That's the owner, Steven Marx,

been trading just under a year.

Who found them then? The other sales
assistant - Paul Dean.

Came back after his lunch break. And
got the fright of his life. Mm.

So, what is this - some sort of
glorified charity shop?

Vintage designer, apparently. Not
your average tat.

Blimey, I'll say. Look at that.

200 quid? I should flog some of my
old threads.

You're looking for a masked man. May
answer to the name of Zorro.

A sword? You've got some really deep
stab wounds,

not to mention a lot of wild
slashing and gashing.

Shame the cameras are dummies. Must
have been quite a show.

So, we're looking for a homicidal
maniac wielding a sword in a public
place.

What a nightmare.

I was gone to meet a friend.

I was only gone 30 minutes.

40 minutes max.

Has your...has your boss been having
any problems with anyone lately?

Steven? No, don't think so.

We had this couple in this morning
but... What couple?

Italian. I thought they were
tourists.

The bloke got me unchaining the
leather jackets.

Steven caught the girl putting stuff
in her bag.

Started shouting in Italian. Then
what happened?

Steven said he'd call the cops and
they legged it.

OK. Have you got a description for
us?

Er...yeah...um...

She was a sort of young Nancy
Dell'Olio.

He was a turned-down Mika.

I don't get it. Why would someone do
this?

I don't know, son. I really don't.

The DI's called a press conference
asking for anyone in the area to
come forward.

That's handy. Just a few thousand
tourists and shoppers

How come we've got no witnesses?
Precisely.

Whoever it was must have been
covered in blood.

And they were carrying a bloody
great sword.

Matt, this city is full of people
walking around with blinkers on.

Covent Garden is full of people
standing around in gold paint or
fire-eating.

He might not have stood out that
much. And he's still out there.

Which is the scary part. Devlin.

Ang, you're a star.

Gianni Patrone and Lia Rossi.

Picked up outside Selfridges with
six grand's worth of designer
clothing.

And we're sure these are the same
two?

Your witness ID'd them. Apparently
Ms Rossi's dress is one she stole
earlier.

But I'm not getting homicidal
maniac, that's for sure. Me neither.

But there's just a chance they saw
something.

Though up to now they've not been
very co-operative.

Let's get in there, give them some
encouragement. Whatever it takes.

Commissioner Callaghan wants hourly
updates

and once the media frenzy starts our
job'll get even harder

so anything you can get out of these
two. Anything at all.

We'll talk to 'em. Do we need an
interpreter?

I doubt it, they're from Enfield.

I'm telling you, I didn't see
anything and I didn't hear anything.

But you admit you were in the shop.

And you threatened Steven Marx.
Threatened him? Shut up.

And less than two hours later he was
dead.

Maybe you went back there, you
thought he'd identify you from the
CCTV tapes.

Tapes? What tapes?

Are you new? The cameras aren't even
real.

Three people. Three people, Gianni,
left lying in their own blood.

One girl's head was nearly severed
from her body. I know, OK?

I told you, we had nothing to do
with that.

If we'd been there half an hour
later that could have been us.

You any idea what that feels like?

Must be terrifying. So I'm asking
you again, where did you go after
you left the shop?

I told you, I don't remember
exactly.

You ended up in Oxford Street. Did
you go straight there?

I'm not sure. I don't care if you
turned over half the shops in Covent
Garden,

I just want to know where you went.

Lia, what about Gianni?

Was he with you all the time?

Gianni's the last person you should
be harassing. Who would you suggest?

The crackhead in the alley for a
start.

What crackhead in the alley?

A total nutter.

Kept banging his head against the
wall.

So, what do we think?

About the convenient crackhead?

It's about the only bit of the story
they agree on.

Get on to all the drop-ins and
shelters with a description.

If these two can't pick him out of
WADS then get them to do an E-FIT.

And keep them apart, yeah? Strictly
no conferring.

Not exactly twins but they could be
related.

They could also be half the homeless
guys in London. Can Forensics narrow
it down?

Apparently not, guv, the prints were
just a mass of smudges.

But they have come up with a profile
of the weapon.

A single-edged blade, probably
military.

Comparisons were run. The closest
comparison they do have

is a US-Army-issued bayonet circa
1950.

Just a sec.

Chandler.

Oh, great. Thank you.

Joanne Ellis has regained
consciousness.

Just give her some time. OK.

The blade ripped her scalp and dug a
trench in her skull.

Joanne, um...when the woman screamed
where were you?

T-t-trying on a d-d-dress.

Th-th...there-there was a woman on
the floor.

A man hit me.

The man, did you see his face?

Joanne. Sorry, sweetheart,

I'm going to...going to show you a
picture, OK?

If it looks like the man just let us
know, OK?

Yes.

All right? Anything? No, more of the
same.

What's the word from uniform?

Still going door to door. Nothing
definite to report.

Round here the homeless really are
invisible. What do you reckon?

Keep on going, meet up in organic
beauty?

If we must.

Are you going to buy that?

I wouldn't know whether to wear it
or eat it.

Um, can I help?

Yes, actually, you can.

We're looking for some information

regarding the fatal incident in
Brewers Alley.

The papers said it was completely
random, that he could strike again.
Is that true?

Well, we're advising everyone to be
cautious, yeah.

I'm sorry, do you...would you happen
to recognise this man?

You might have seen him wandering
around the area yesterday.

No, not yesterday but the day
before.

He was standing right outside the
door. Just kept looking in.

I thought he might be watching one
of my customers. Anyone in
particular?

Um, a pretty girl. Blonde. She comes
in quite a lot.

Actually, she signed up for my
mailing list.

I teach yoga a couple of nights a
week.

Yeah. Linda Bowers.

Was she one of them? I'm afraid so,
yeah.

Oh, poor girl.

So, it wasn't random.

Doesn't look like it. No, our
mystery man was after Linda Bowers.

Yeah, that's the guy.

The girl called us around 10ish.
Said some weirdo had followed her
home.

What, from Neal Street to Southwark?

Yeah.

By the time we got there he was
gone.

But we did a drive-by a couple of
hours later

and he's standing across the street,
walking in circles.

Any ID? Afraid not.

No wallet. No driving licence. He
didn't want to give us his name.

You didn't bring him in? We couldn't
charge him with anything.

So we decided to relocate him.

Sorry? You know.

Like what they do with bears. Drove
him back across the river and dumped
him.

Thought at least that way he
couldn't do any harm.

Bears?

Are you saying he was picked up for
harassing one of the victims

and we still have no idea who he is?
It's like he doesn't exist.

No name, no fixed abode, nothing.

Callaghan's pressuring me to release
the E-FIT to the media.

Well, you know what, that might not
be such a bad idea.

How many homeless guys are there in
woolly hats out there?

We'd be buried alive under reported
sightings,

not to mention the chances of the
wrong bloke getting lynched.

Hello, Ronnie. Are we keeping you
from your afternoon tea?

No, not at all. Sorry, guv.

I was thinking about the bayonet.

He didn't have it on him when they
took him across the river

so he must have got hold of it last
week.

It's not the kind of thing you find
in a skip.

No reports of any bayonets being
stolen in the Greater London area.

What if we went to the dealers,

see if any have been carrying any
unofficial 20th century items?

Yeah. Turns out Matty's got a secret
stash of antique muskets.

Hm. Do you know, I can see that.

Yeah, that sounds right. Compatible
with an M1 rifle, yeah?

This was last week?

OK, thanks. You've been very
helpful.

Bloke comes up to Covent Garden
first Monday of the month,

says he had a mint-condition M1
bayonet

nicked from his stall by some
homeless wanker.

Our homeless wanker? Right down to
his woolly hat.

Tried to buy it with some vouchers.

That didn't work so he smashed the
case and took it.

Vouchers. Yeah, he reckons it was
for some night shelter.

He had a stack of them. Thought it
was a chequebook.

That very much resembles John.

Would John happen to have a last
name?

We only know him as John though some
of the regulars call him Zero.

As in Bravo Two Zero.

From Zorro to Zero.

Do you mean he's ex-military? No,
no.

John's more a one-man army.

But he likes to wear the clothes,
the boots, all that sort of thing.

I'm sorry, what is this about?

Well, unfortunately, John is a
suspect in a murder investigation.

John? That can't be right.

Well, has he been in recently?

No, not for a few days. The last
time was Thursday, I think, for
breakfast.

Do you know where he goes when he's
not here? No, I'm sorry, I d-

But are you certain this is the
person you want?

It's starting to look that way.

I'm very surprised by this.

He doesn't use drugs and he's never
violent.

Sometimes he's a little confused,
perhaps,

but he struck me as an educated sort
of man.

Not dangerous in any way.

Excuse me.

Thank you, Father.

So, sometimes he's a bit confused.

When he's not banging his head
against the wall. If he ain't a
crackhead, he's a nutjob.

Yeah, I know him. Usually wears army
fatigues. Name's John Smith.

You're kidding? It's the name he
gave us.

Interesting guy. He recognised my
tattoo.

Kushta. Means truth in Aramaic.

John always said it was the language
of the common people.

So he was a regular, yeah?

He was. According to this he hasn't
picked up his prescription in...

nearly three months. That's not
good. What's he on?

Risperidone and carbamazepine. It's
for schizophrenia.

They tried weekly injections but
he'd miss the appointments. What
happens if he doesn't take them?

Delusions, psychosis. Possibly
full-blown mania.

Schizophrenics aren't necessarily
violent though, are they?

There's always the exception that
proves the rule.

Is John in trouble? Afraid so.

Do you have any idea where we might
find him?

Most of these guys register using
the clinic address.

So how do they pick up a
prescription without an ID?

They have a badge with a temporary
NHS number.

Although John had his nicked a while
back so he just uses his Westminster
library card.

He has a library card? Yeah, a lot
of them do.

Some of them even read the books.

He's been in Ancient History since
we opened. Same as always.

We thought evacuating the building
would arouse his suspicions.

Quite right. You've had no problems
with him in the past? No. He just
comes to read.

Right, lads, get people out as
quickly and quietly as you can.

Whereabouts is he, please? He's in
the far corner. Great, thank you.

All right?

Matt, he's coming your way.

Just take it easy, John.

Get away! Police, stop.

John, listen. Drop the bayonet.

I can't hear you. I'm not listening.
I can't hear you. No, no, put that
down.

Put that down. Someone will get
hurt. I can't hear you.

No, no, no, no.

John Smith, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of the murder of Steven
Marx,

Kelly Scott and Linda Bowers and the
attempted murder of Joanne Ellis.

Well done, son.

Are you limping? No.

But I am a captain in Jabin's army.

I fought at Kishon River. Calm down,
John.

OK? OK? Calm down.

It's quite a system.

They drive wireless HD to work and
they're still hungry.

Worse thing is after a while it
almost starts making sense.

Are we sure about his name? We're
running his prints through the
system. OK.

So, let's set up a video ID and get
in the eyewitness.

No.

That's him.

Smith's solicitor wants him back on
his drugs.

Fine, but we charge him with murder
first.

So he's agreed to have a solicitor?
As far as we can tell.

We've got a match on the prints. So,
why have we previously had the
pleasure?

John Patrick Smith. One arrest for
stalking a woman 16 months ago.

The original charge was threats to
kill but the CPS reviewed it

and amended it to Section 2, simple
harassment.

Eh? He got a 12-month supervision
order and paid 200 quid in costs.

Might as well give him a Mars Bar
and a pat on the head.

What are the chances of nailing him
this time?

Well, do I resign now or do I wait
till this hits the papers?

The file says the original charge
was way over the top.

And the police had no evidence to
support harassment, let alone threat
to kill.

And, at the time, Smith had a job.
Doing what, for heaven's sake?

Marking legal exams for
undergraduate exam boards. God help
us all.

His defence never referred to his
mental state and the prosecution
missed it.

My God.

The Home Secretary's
hyperventilating.

If the press find out that we had
this guy and then we let him go -

Smith's solicitor's withdrawing from
the case.

And so the madness begins.

He informed me that he no longer
requires my services.

Who's representing him? John Patrick
Smith.

MA from Oxford, Master of Laws from
Cambridge.

Not to mention his PhD. And he did
mention it. Several times.

You're not serious? Oh, yes.

The lunatic has officially taken
over the asylum.

And he knows his rights. As long as
he's fit to stand trial he's fit to
represent himself.

He's not fit for anything.

If he represents himself, this will
be a farce.

It's listed for mention so you can
bring it up with the judge. Don't
worry, I will.

Mr Steel it is usually the defence

who raise the issue of mental
competence.

I know, but given the unusual
circumstances... Very well.

Mr Smith, it says here

that you have a history of
schizoaffective disorder.

That's correct, my Lord.

Since the age of 23.

I'm prone to manic depression,

paranoid delusions and
hallucinations...

unless I'm taking my medication.

And are you currently taking your
medication?

Yes, my Lord, ever since my arrest.

And I understand you wish to
represent yourself.

Yes, my Lord. I have a first class
law degree from Oxford,

as I believe do you, my Lord.

Also an LLM from Cambridge and a PhD
in jurisprudence.

Without proper counsel Mr Smith will
be at a disadvantage.

He could also suffer another
psychotic break

in which case the trial would
collapse, we'd be back where we
started.

But, as Mr Steel is aware,

that's an irrelevance.

Unless prosecution can establish
incompetence at this precise moment

then the trial must go ahead.

In which case,

subject to medical confirmation

of the defendant's fitness to stand
trial, we shall proceed.

There's one more thing, my Lord.

As Mr Steel pointed out, I will be
at a disadvantage.

Perhaps to level the playing field,

I might conduct my defence from
counsel's row.

Mr Steel?

I don't think it's at all
appropriate, my Lord.

The defendant is already in custody.

I will allow it.

As you say, Mr Steel, these are
unusual circumstances.

A 200-page application to dismiss.

I don't know if we should prosecute
him or offer him a job.

I don't understand. Why's he not
going for the insanity plea?

He thinks he can prove we've got the
wrong man. That won't work.

Well, he's challenging every piece
of prosecution evidence.

Prentice won't rush to dismiss
against a homicidal schizophrenic.

He won't give you an inch either.
And he won't be swayed by public
opinion, however vitriolic.

I'd be happier if we could find
something resembling a motive.

According to Joanne Ellis' statement

he didn't give any sign he even knew
who Linda was. Talk to her again.

And didn't Smith give a sister as
his residential address? Yeah.

I want to meet her.

Remember, it's not just Smith in the
dock over this one.

Radio? TV.

Go easy on the make-up, George.

There was lots of screaming.

There might have been words.

Do you have any idea of what those
words could have been?

Something like, 'Live forever'.

Maybe 'life forever'. What does it
matter what he said?

The man's a lunatic. If you'd heard
him in court last week, you might
not be so sure.

It said in the paper he's got a law
degree.

Yes, he has.

That why he got let off the first
time? Cos he was one of your own?

Absolutely not. It was nothing like
that.

The trouble was the prosecution
didn't know enough about him. They
knew he was stalking a woman.

Didn't that give them
a clue there was
something wrong with him?

Mr Ellis, I can't imagine what
you're going through,

you and Joanne.

I want you to know how sorry I am.

And that makes it all right, as long
as you're sorry?

You lot had him and you let him go.

And now my little girl - Dad.

Yeah, well, we've got ourselves a
lawyer too,

us and the other families.

And he's advised us to take a civil
action against the police and the
CPS.

You let us down, Miss Phillips,

and someone's going to pay.

When I talked to my brother last
month...

he didn't mention Linda Bowers.

He called because he'd overheard
someone plotting to kill our
parents.

Our parents died three years ago.

The woman he injured heard him shout
the words 'life forever'.

He probably said 'the wife of
Heber'.

It's from the Old Testament.

She lured Sisera into her tent with
food then stabbed him through the
temple.

Does this have a particular
relevance for your brother?

Uh.

Johnny went through a religious
phase as a teenager.

When he developed schizophrenia

he accused his girlfriend of putting
needles in his brain.

He called her the wife of Heber.

Was he violent towards his
girlfriend?

He tried to strangle her in his room
at Oxford.

The next day he was admitted to
hospital for six months.

So there's your motive.

I only wanted to find out about his
behaviour.

Oh, really?

Because last time Johnny was
arrested, I kept trying to tell
someone

that he needed to be in hospital.

That he needed supervision and
support to help him stay on his
medication.

But surely, given that history,
there must have been some way to get
him help.

And what would you suggest?

Have him locked up?

Have him forcibly injected with
antipsychotics?

Unfortunately, the mentally ill have
rights too, Mr Steel.

I'm sorry. It's just...

For 15 years I've known something
like this was coming.

And there was nothing I could do to
stop it.

It's not about money. I won't say a
trial like this isn't expensive, of
course it is,

but, at the end of the day, you're
faced with a choice

between a public expenditure that is
way out of control...

God, 'at the end of the day'.

I sound like the Scotland football
manager. Suit looked good though.

What reaction from on high?

I have been summoned for a strategy
discussion.

The good news is Smith's application
to dismiss has been denied.

He's pleading not guilty by reason
of insanity.

He couldn't have done that from the
start?

OK, let's get this over with then.

Accept the plea, establish the
facts,

then Prentice can issue a hospital
order

and put Smith back where he belongs.

With no criminal conviction, he can
only be held while there's a mental
health justification.

So if he takes his medication he
could be out within weeks.

Smith knows that. Why else risk an
insanity plea? Because he's insane.

OK, OK.

And you really think he belongs in
prison? There has to be a trial.

You won't get a murder verdict if he
goes down this route.

I'll talk to him. If I get him to
plead manslaughter diminished
responsibility

he'll get a sentence in a secure
unit or hospital

and there'll be no early release
just cos he took his pills.

And if he won't change his plea?

Look, why am I even asking?

Fine. Talk to him.

I'd be interested to know what you
thought of my application, Mr Steel.

Of course, it's a long shot - Mr
Smith, I'm only here to discuss your
plea.

Of course.

You know, the...

one thing I regret about pleading
insanity

is that there won't be a full trial.

I'd have enjoyed the chance to
really...

flex my legal muscles.

Three people are dead.

And a young girl has been left with
horrific injuries.

That doesn't bother you?

Well, obviously, I'm sorry for what
happened

but, you have to understand, that
wasn't me,

I'm not that creature.

I...I...

won't take the blame for something
that he did.

You honestly believe you should walk
free?

I don't think I should be punished
for something I didn't do

and I can hardly be rehabilitated

when I have no memory of committing
a crime.

Assuming, of course, that you
subscribe to the view

that prison is an opportunity for
rehabilitation.

I'm here because we're prepared to
amend the indictment.

We'll accept a plea of guilty to
manslaughter due to diminished
responsibility.

Is that a joke? You'd be looking at
5-10 years in a secure unit or
hospital

as opposed to the 25 you'd get in
prison for murder.

They'll never send me to prison.

I've got a dozen expert witnesses,

all of whom will confirm that I'm
insane.

I wouldn't necessarily assume a jury
will find you not guilty.

You killed three people. They won't
care why you did it,

they'll want to lock you up so you
can't do it again.

I feel that's an acceptable risk
when weighed against my freedom.

Freedom to do what exactly, John?

Look at how you've been living. If
you plead guilty

to manslaughter diminished
responsibility

you'll go somewhere where you can
get help.

Do you know the kind of people

who end up in mental institutions,
Mr Steel?

I am NOT one of them.

I don't belong there. You have an
illness, John.

Yes, but when I'm medicated I'm just
like you.

I think you find that frightening.

Perhaps you know how it feels,

that urge to just let go

and to hell with the consequences.

There are always consequences. Are
there?

I would have made a brilliant
lawyer, Mr Steel.

I really would.

And I will get to prove it.

He's treating the whole thing like a
game.

We can't counter his plea by
claiming he was sane.

The witnesses say he was climbing
the wall.

Now he's calmly debating the merits
of the penal system.

He's different when he's medicated.
That's hardly news.

It's practically the basis of his
defence. Exactly.

As long as he takes his pills his
mind works just fine.

So when he decided to stop taking
them he knew what he was doing.

But he didn't go out and get high.
That's his natural state.

I'm naturally bad-tempered. It
doesn't mean I can punch you when
you annoy me. Like now.

I'd like to see you try. We're
talking about prosecuting for an
omission.

We wouldn't have a leg to stand on.
I'm saying he knew what would happen
and did it anyway.

Have you ever been on antipsychotic
drugs, Dr Armitage?

No, I haven't.

Well, I am using every ounce of
energy that I have right now

just trying to talk to you.

It's like I'm pawing through a thick
blanket.

I feel stiff and half a step behind
everybody.

I feel so tired just trying to...

..hold on to reality.

I don't know. I think letting go is
almost a relief.

He knows what he's like without
medication. He wilfully chose to
stop taking it.

I know where you're going with this.
He created the circumstances that
led to the murders.

Letting go isn't just a relief. He
actively enjoys it.

You can't punish someone for having
a medical condition.

Smith says as long as he's on his
medication he's as sane as the next
man.

Makes you worry about the next man.
The legal system can't deal with the
mentally ill.

You only work with absolutes. He
slaughtered three people.

While in the grip of a terrifying
and overwhelming delusion.

You say he's shown no remorse. How
can he?

Convincing himself that crazy John
is a totally separate entity

is the only way that he can cope.
He's playing the system, Roddy.

He's an expert on legal insanity

using his condition to get away with
murder. If he pleads guilty

his coping mechanism will crumble.
Then where does he go?

The way I see it, the longer he's
locked up the safer for everyone.

It's as if your expert witness may
as well be working for the defence.

I can work around it. The Home
Secretary feels very strongly that
we should take the plea.

He thinks it would be a PR disaster
if Smith is found not guilty

after a long, high-profile trial.

And what did you say? I told him
that it was entirely inappropriate

for him to try to influence a
prosecution of a high court case.

Go George. Well, I am indeed the
man.

But we are not operating in a vacuum
here, James.

Mental health charities are banging
down the door

saying that the system fails to
indentify vulnerable defendants

and this lot want to start a
campaign

for a national register for the
mentally ill.

If Smith does win in court then the
fallout could be horrendous.

In all directions. He's not going
to.

He can play the victim all he likes.

Even if a jury thinks that he was
insane when he drew the bayonet,

what about when he stole it or when
he decided to throw away his pills?

He didn't just make one choice,
George.

A whole series of decisions led to
those deaths.

And if Joanne Ellis has to live with
the consequences...

then so should Smith.

I saw the manager and another woman
on the floor bleeding.

Then I heard a shout...

..and this man ran towards me.

Something hit my head.

I don't remember anything else.

Miss Ellis, can you describe the
long-term effects

of the head injury you sustained?

I've lost the sight in my right eye.

I have limited muscle control on my
left-hand side...

..particularly my left arm.

I get very bad headaches

and I have problems with
concentration and memory loss.

What did you do for a living before
the incident?

I was a dancer with the Royal
Ballet.

And will you be able to continue in
that career at some point?

No.

Thank you. No further questions.

Miss Ellis, um...

I'm very sorry that you were
injured.

When you first saw me I didn't look
like this, did I? No.

Do you remember what I used to look
like?

You were dirty, with longer hair.

You were disgusting. I looked like
somebody who should have been in a
mental hospital. Yes.

Like somebody who is clearly insane.
My Lord - Yes.

In fact, you're pursuing a civil
action, aren't you, against the CPS

for allowing someone so unmistakably
insane to walk free?

Yes, I am. So, if you blame anyone,

it's really the justice system that
failed to protect you.

My Lord, please. He's right. You let
him do this.

You could have stopped him but you
let him go.

And look what he did to me.

That will do, Mr Smith.

Miss Ellis,

you may step down.

Antipsychotic drugs have powerful
side effects.

It's the most common reason patients
stop taking them.

So, in the case of the defendant,

he didn't stop because he thought he
was cured.

I don't believe so.

So he was aware of the consequences.

He knows he's susceptible to
paranoid delusions

and that these previously led him to
try and strangle a girlfriend.

And do they explain why he was
following Linda Bowers

and why he ultimately killed her.
Yes.

He believed she was plotting to kill
him and that Miss Ellis and the
others were her accomplices.

So, just to be entirely clear,

at the moment when the defendant
stopped taking his medication

he knew that would cause the return
of the delusions that had previously
led to violence.

Yes, he did.

Thank you, Dr Armitage.

Dr Armitage, um...

..you described the side effects of
my medication as powerful.

That's correct.

So, in your opinion,

whilst experiencing these powerful
side effects,

would I have been able to accurately
predict the likelihood

of any future psychotic behaviour?

No. Thank you.

And will he be able to predict it in
the future? No.

Mr Steel, you are not at liberty

to fire questions at the witness
whenever the mood takes you.

That poor girl was your best bet

and Smith got her to say that he
wasn't to blame.

But did you see how Smith reacted
when Roddy talked about next time?

So he realises he's trapped in a
cycle of behaviour.

What good does that do us? For Smith
to admit his guilt

he must confront what he's done and
accept he might do it again.

We need someone who's been through
that cycle with him time after time.

Patricia won't help you put her
brother away.

She knows him better than he knows
himself. She's on his side.

Doesn't mean she's on his witness
list.

With a manslaughter charge he could
still go to prison.

If he did, he'd be in a secure unit
under medical supervision.

But unless he changes his plea,

he could be found guilty of murder.
That won't happen.

They can see that he's sick.

If he's found not guilty and he's
back on his medication,

they won't legally be able to hold
him.

I don't believe this.

I've spent half my life dreading
what he might do

and this happened and now you're
telling me it makes no difference,
nothing's changed.

I'm sorry. I can't do this any more.
I'm sorry, I just can't.

Then break the pattern.

Make the jury understand how badly
John needs long-term care.

You're asking me to betray my
brother?

No.

I'm asking you to save him.

Miss Smith, is this the first time

your brother has stopped taking his
medication?

No.

Over the past 15 years it's happened
more than a dozen times.

How did you deal with this?

Well, I begged him to keep taking
his pills.

I warned him that he might...harm
himself...

..or other people if he stopped.

But he just said other people would
have to stay out of his way.

Did he ever offer an explanation for
his behaviour?

Yes.

I found out he'd rented a flat in
Ladbroke Grove...

on the 14th floor.

What did you do?

I went there.

He was sitting on the living room
floor.

He said he'd tried so hard to stay
on his medicine

so that he'd get a job as a...

..lawyer or even a teacher...

..but that no-one wanted him because
he was sick.

He said there was no point in taking
his medicine.

He said he'd rented the flat

so that he'd be able to jump off the
balcony.

He...he needs somebody...

to make him take his medication.

He's trying to convince you that
he's in control but he can't help
himself.

Somebody has to help him.

Please, God.

I understand you studied the Bible,
Mr Smith, the Old Testament in
particular.

Is that right? Yes. When I was
younger, yeah.

And this was before you became ill.

Is that correct, Mr Smith? Yes.

And these details and these images,

they stayed with you when you became
ill.

In fact, they became the basis of
your delusions.

That's right, yeah.

So, does it work the other way?

I don't understand. Well, when
you're on your medication, as you
are now,

do you ever have any thoughts or
memories

from the times you've been
delusional?

Not really, no.

'Not really, no.' So, what, you
remember some things?

Occasionally. People's faces,
perhaps?

Sometimes.

What about their voices?

Do you hear voices, John, things
they might have said?

Er...

I suppose so. Do you remember your
sister coming to see you at Ladbroke
Grove?

Where? The flat when you were
planning to kill yourself.

Uh...er... I wasn't...

Um... I was... I was... I was taking my
medication then.

So you weren't delusional at that
time? No, no.

Do you remember seeing Joanne Ellis'
face? N...n... Do you remember her
voice?

She would have been screaming as you
came towards her with a bayonet.

What about when you pushed her to
the ground or sliced the bayonet
into her skull? No.

Maybe you thought she was a witness,
that she'd run away.

Maybe you thought she'd call the
police. It wasn't that. What was it?

I thought that um... What? What did
you think? Explain it to me.

I can't it. Explain it to me, John.

I thought that sh...

I thought that they wanted to kill
me.

I thought that you all wanted me
dead so I...

had to... I had to stop you. I
didn't care how.

No further questions.

John Smith, you have pleaded guilty
to the charge of manslaughter.

Yes.

Before sentencing, do you wish to
say anything in mitigation?

Yes, um...

I have suffered from schizoaffective
disorder since the age of 23.

I'm prone to manic depression,
paranoid delusions, hallucinations.

The paper's full of needles. They
gave it to me to hurt me. It cuts
and I bleed.

Mr Smith. I heard what Deborah said
unto Barak. The Lord will discomfit
me.

You're looking at me.

I made them do that, Patty.

You look like a pony. Please don't
do that otherwise I'll leave.

Mr Smith, sit down. Mr Luthra,
please. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

This isn't my armour. They took my
armour.

I absolutely can't wear this armour!

Mr Smith, we shall take care of your
armour once we are finished.

Now, please sit down.

I'm sitting down.

I'm sitting down, I'm sitting down,
I'm sitting down.

I'm sitting down. Sitting down.

I'm sitting down. I'm sitting down.

Drink?

Er, sorry, I'll be working late.

They've put John Smith on suicide
watch.

Mm. He sent me a copy of his closing
speech.

Is it any good? It's well
structured, persuasive.

Pretty much what I'd have said if
I'd been defending him.

So, he really could have been a
brilliant lawyer then.