All language subtitles for Silent Witness S03E06 Divided Loyalties (2)

A child is dead,
her mother's dead.

No relatives have been traced.
Who else is gonna stand up for her?

Our job is to find the cause
of death, not to assign blame.

Sometimes there
IS no-one to blame.

- Looks like he lit up and passed out.
- You knew the victim?

Mr Jackson was
one of our regulars.

Small-time dealer,
big-time habit.

Same batch!

WAS Jackson's death accidental?

Need some refreshments?

Stay away from my place! No-one
wants your crap around here!

I have people on the ground.

People who know what's going on.

I wonder if you'd like
a lift down the station.

Not right now.

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There are flash burns to his
face, superficial burns to the trunk.

He'd been in the car for some
time after the fire had started.

- Unconscious?
- Not necessarily.

He'd been tied up. Has
full-thickness burns to the leg.

- Full thickness?
- To the bone.

- Must've been in agony.
- What do you think?

- Same guy that killed Jackson?
- You said his death was accidental.

Yes, but two dealers dead in
two days? Some coincidence!

- Get a call in to DCI Hoskins.
- Sir.

Had you spoken to him?

- Had I "interfered with this witness too"?
- Sam.

No, but I'll have to now.

- Couldn't Dr Ryan have waited for me?
- She's found evidence you should see.

She'll find what she
needs to fit her pet theories.

- Dr Ryan.
- Hello.

Perhaps you can take DCI
Hoskins through your findings?

- The, um, edited highlights, anyway.
- Of course.

Roland Stewart.
Bound hand and foot,

and left in a car
which was set alight.

- Did he burn to death, or suffocate?
- Neither.

He died of a heroin overdose.

Had massive levels of
opiates in his bloodstream.

No accident.

Suicides rarely
tie themselves up.

I was struck by the parallels
with Steven Jackson's death,

so I carried out a
second examination.

I found faint but distinct
striations on both wrists and ankles,

consistent with the
use of soft ligatures.

Stewart and Jackson were
both tied up before being injected.

Toxicology tests on Stewart's
blood confirm that heroin found on him

had an identical chemical profile
to that in Jackson and Collins,

proving without a doubt that
the three cases are linked,

as I stated earlier.

- Looks like vigilantes.
- Or turf war.

- With rival dealers?
- I can think of a few names.

- Would they bother with Maggie Collins?
- No.

She was a punter
who bought off them.

- What if she's a key to the case?
- What makes you think that?

Look, Mike's a good detective.
I suggest we let him do his job.

Thanks for the briefing.
Catch you at the nick.

So you'll ignore my
most important finding?

I can't justify exhumation.

- There's what I've shown you.
- I know you don't get on.

She seems to have convinced you
that I have some personal agenda.

What makes you think SHE hasn't?

KNOCKING

Come in.

So where the hell is Fox?

Sorry, guv. We could
try again... with backup.

Oh, yeah. VERY
low-profile! ONE...

bloody drug-pusher!

You're bleeding on my carpet.

Interesting place to meet.
You didn't strike me as religious.

Fox isn't. Me, I like
churches. Neutral territory.

Not where I come from.

- Where did YOU disappear to last night?
- Got a thing about needles.

Anyway, thought I'd better get hold
of Stewart before anyone else did.

- Did you?
- No.

I saw somebody get into
his car - a guy called Greaves.

- Runs a rehab project called Pegasus.
- I know him.

I wonder what HE
wanted with Stewart.

..How d'you know Greaves?

I spoke to him yesterday
morning, about Maggie Collins.

- You mean Newman sent her to him?
- You've got to come in.

- Not until I get more answers.
- Look.

Someone IS targeting drug
dealers. If you don't quit now,

next time we meet
you'll be on my slab.

- Kinky!
- Please. Talk to DI Connor.

- Never met him.
- You can trust him.

- You'll bet my life on that?
- Well...

At least tell him what you
witnessed. And if you don't, I will.

And he'll want to
know how I know.

At some point in the last week,
someone must've seen Stewart!

Junkies'll hardly be queuing up!

Mike.

A few faces you
might find interesting.

Jenson.

- Gardiner. Who are they?
- North London dealers.

Been making a lot of noise
about expanding out East.

Banged heads with
Stewart and Jackson.

Get on the phone. I want
these two checked out.

Someone once told me,

whenever evidence falls into your
lap, the first question to ask is "Why?"

- Sounds like someone pretty cynical.
- You.

PHONE RINGS

No, outside with that, guys.

I'll just be five minutes, OK?

- What are YOU doin' here?
- Interested in your rehab programme.

Oh, really? Well, we don't deal
with pushers, so you can get out.

You dealt with Rollie Stewart.

I saw you climb
into his car last night.

Hours later, he's
OD'd and roasted.

You're trippin'
on your own shit.

- Who's next? Me?
- We live in hope.

I think you and your mates
fancy yourselves as vigilantes.

I'm not into heavy stuff.

I saw you with Stewart! Don't
pretend you don't know him.

I knew him!

- You knew Maggie Collins.
- ..Who?

- She was a smackhead...
- Bullshit!

She'd been stable on
methadone for months.

Someone wanted her dead.

She had cops lookin' after her!!

- Cops? WHAT cops?!
- Drug Squad.

She wanted Collins out of
here. As far away as possible.

It didn’t work out.

- You were working for Hoskins?
- She's a friend of ours.

So don't mess wi' us. You
don't want HER on your case.

DOOR OPENS

- Hello.
- Hi.

I thought you might like to
help with some routine inquiries.

- That's why I'm here.
- Not in your "official" capacity.

It's about this man.

Have you seen him?

Yes, I have.

We met at the graveside
of Maggie Collins.

- He claimed to be her brother.
- He isn't.

- So who IS he?
- He has SEVERAL identities.

He's equally
plausible in all of them.

- What did he want?
- To know about the Collins case.

Says there's more to her death
than came out at the inquest.

- And you said?
- We'd no evidence either way.

Good.

Things HAVE changed,
of course, since then.

Dr Ryan, this man
is extremely unstable.

Incapable of telling
truth from fantasy.

It'd be a serious mistake
to encourage him...

or to believe
anything he tells you.

- When was the last time you saw him?
- About an hour ago.

I see. Have you arranged
to meet him again?

No.

Well, the next time
he gets in touch,

I'd advise you to let
us know immediately.

The Drug Squad or just you,

as you seem to be taking
such a personal interest?

Tell him if he gives up now,
we might still be able to help him.

PHONE RINGS, CHILD CRIES

It's a new patient
- a Mr Andrews.

Mr Andrews, please.

DOOR OPENS Mr
Andrews. Come in. Sit down.

I gather you want
to go on my list.

- ..I'm sure we can fit you in.
- Great.

The thing is, Doc,
I've got a bit of a habit,

and I was hoping to kick
it. Go on methadone...

Well, I usually like
some kind of reference.

Previous GP, for instance.

But it's possible?

It usually is.

For the first months, YOU pick
up your prescription, earn our trust.

- Sure.
- Let me down, YOU lose.

I won't, as long as
YOU don't let ME down.

How do you mean?

- Like cut off my course halfway through.
- I wouldn't.

You did it to
whatshername. Collins.

She was one of
yours, wasn't she?

- I won't discuss other patients.
- It's right.

You stopped her methadone
cos the Old Bill told you to.

- What's that Hoskins got on you?
- Sorry.

I don't think I can
help you... after all.

That's all right, Doc.
You already have.

Two dealers from your
area - Jenson and Gardiner.

- Any info on their recent movements?
- Sir.

DI Connor.

- A mutual friend told me to call.
- Who is this?

Ask Martin Greaves what he
was doing with Stewart last night.

Who is it?

It could be those two, sir.

Got the right form and no-one
knows their exact whereabouts.

Forget about them.

- Mr Greaves.
- What the hell's this?

Like to answer a few questions?

- About what?
- The murder of Rollie Stewart.

Four guys to pick me up.
Am I supposed to be flattered?

They're here to
search the premises.

- Any chance I could put a shirt on?
- I'll come with you.

I HAVE put a shirt on before.

- Oy!
- Sorry, Miss.

It's OK, Denise.

They smash things
up and bugger off.

Always sleep
with your clientele?

What's the charge?
Getting ma leg over?

That depends what else we find.

THEY BICKER OVER APPOINTMENTS
Doctor'll see you as soon as he can.

You told me this would be
strictly between ourselves.

I've drug addicts
marching into my surgery

asking if DCI Hoskins
will cut off their methadone.

Calm down.

- I have a good idea who this guy is.
- The point is, who else has he told?

We'll find him. We
have good informants.

I know. I'm one of them.

You helped us fight drugs.

Betraying patients
to bolster your career.

That's bad enough,
but Collins...

You made a legitimate
clinical decision.

She and the child died.

- Sign this.
- Just GET OUT!!

- I'll do no more of your dirty work.
- It'd be a serious error of judgement.

It wouldn't be your first.

- Are you threatening me?
- I'm stating facts.

If you go public... you'll
face the consequences.

We ALL will, won't we?

This job, pays well?

It's a charity. I'm not
in it for the money.

- You've a big house, flash car.
- It's a company car.

We spoke to the garage where
you bought it. You paid cash.

So they do us a special deal.

I spend our funds responsibly.

- On an S class Mercedes?
- They're dependable cars!

Look, let's just
skip the bullshit.

You say I'm ripping off the charity.
The house, car - legitimate expenses.

I thought this was a
murder investigation.

Who knew you were
ripping off the charity?

- Stewart?
- For God's sake!

When DID you last see him?

Night before last. He
was outside the Project.

You didn't meet him
last night to buy smack?

I don't use that crap any more.

Item 1. A plastic pouch found under
floorboards at Mr Greaves' home,

- containing about 6gm of heroin.
- That stuff was planted!

We planted your
fingerprints over it, too?

I've handled plenty
of plastic bags!

You'd be willing
to take a blood test

to show you haven't
used heroin recently?

OK. I-I use it now
and then. For the buzz.

- But I didn't get that off Stewart.
- D'you sell it to him?

- No.
- Strange.

Because the chemical profile
of this stuff matches exactly

the heroin we found
on Stewart's body.

You were buying it off him.

He was gonna tell everyone
about your nasty little habit.

That would mean
goodbye to the lovely house,

- the "dependable" Mercedes...
- He was alive when I left him.

You DID meet?

I was in and out of
his car in two minutes.

He dropped me off near
the Eastern House nightclub.

Anybody see you?

I didn't WANT anybody to see me.

Oh, dear.

PHONE RINGS Sam Ryan.

Dr Ryan? This is Bernard Newman.

Dr Newman. Hello.

Look, about Collins.

Certain aspects of
my... treatment were...

- irregular.
- Such as?

Would it be possible
for us to meet?

TWIG SNAPS

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS

DOG BARKS

BARKING CONTINUES

BARKING STARTS UP AGAIN

DOG WHINES God...

There you go.

- Like me to call you a taxi?
- Martin will give me a lift.

- Mr Greaves might be some time.
- You're pathetic, picking on him.

He's helping with
inquiries on several matters.

It's because he
isn't one of you -

narrow-minded pricks who want
everyone to stick to their rules.

Denise, we have reason to
believe he's a drug user. OK?

If that's true, he's been lying to
you. He's been lying to everyone.

He never lied to ME.

How d'you mean exactly?

DOORS OPEN

Well, Mr Greaves. I managed
to get hold of the doormen

outside the Eastern
House last night, and, um...

- your story checks out.
- Finally! Can I go now?

Once we've sorted out the charge
of possession with intent to supply.

Come on. That was
for personal use.

So you didn't offer any to
Denise, to help loosen her up?

Stupid little bitch!

I'm buggered, amn't I?

I'm afraid it's out of my hands.

I COULD put on record that you
cooperated with our other inquiries.

- What...?
- Maggie Collins came to you for rehab.

What's SHE got to do with this?

She was good-looking.

You seem to enjoy a hands-on
approach with female clients.

I slept with her, yeah...

But it was just a one-night stand,
and... she seemed pretty willing.

I bet. Especially after
you offered her free drugs.

How long had she gone without
methadone by then? Two days?

Regular Casanova,
aren't you? PHONE RINGS

Connor.

SIREN WAILS

What the hell are
YOU doing here?

- He wanted to discuss the Collins case.
- I said to stay out of it.

Yes. But I don't answer to you.

For God's sake, it
could've been you!

What happened? We
used to talk to each other.

- Yeah, and you used to listen to me.
- All right.

Any observations about the body?

I haven't done an examination.
I'm a material witness.

Let's skip the lecture
on professional ethics.

This is not the
time or the place.

The position of the arms behind
the back suggest he's been tied up.

- The right sleeve's been pulled up.
- Another needle job.

- What were you gonna discuss?
- Why he cut off her methadone.

- He thought she was selling it on.
- No. Someone leant on him.

- Who?
- I think he was going to tell me.

"Weak As I Am" by Skunk Anansie

- Can you fix me up?
- What've you done?

Oh, oh, let's see
your money first.

- I'll keep it for you.
- My purse!

RAISED VOICES

What YOU doin' here?!

I'll rip your nose out!

Are you planning to score now
or just get raped in the bogs?

- I CAN look after myself!
- How old are you?

I saw you in Pegasus.
What'll Mr Greaves say?

I don't give a toss.
He fixed me up before.

I wanna do it again.

How much have you got?

You never learn!

Just piss off!

Who do you think you are, my
social worker, or something?!

Inspector. Sam... Dr Newman.

- HE'S cheerful?
- A man should enjoy his work.

Fred, happy birthday.

- Doing anything special?
- I'm wearing silk underwear.

Trevor, we don't wanna
rush you, but, um...

OK, let's not procrastinate
or beat about the bush.

The subject has been identified
as one Bernard Newman.

Subject has been
dead just over 12 hours.

Bruising on the wrists
suggests restraints were applied.

What sort?

Hard, narrow bands,
probably metal,

uniformly circumscribing
both wrists.

Single depression on one
side, two parallel on the other.

Handcuffs.

On the crook of the right arm,

there is the site of a recent
injection with a hypodermic needle.

Faint bruising is
becoming evident.

There are no obvious
signs of physical trauma.

..Fred, pass us a
sterile swab, will you?

There's what appears to be a...

..deposit of saliva in
the folds of the right ear.

- Unlikely to be that of the victim.
- You mean his attacker spat on him?

I give you the miracle of DNA!

We'll get the DNA processed
as quickly as possible.

But we need existing samples.

What exactly did Newman say?

He wanted to meet to
discuss the Collins case.

Why didn't he tell
you over the phone?

Didn't wanna go into details.

AS if someone might've
been listening in?

You think his phone was tapped?

..Where are you going?

Jackson's house.

- I think I might have missed something.
- I'll give you a lift.

PHONE RINGS Hoskins.

It's me. We need to talk.

- What about?
- Connor's been asking about Collins.

- What did you tell him?
- What YOU said to say!

He didn't believe
me. I'm screwed.

They charged me with possession.

I'll lose my job,
house, everythin'.

- Whose fault is that?
- I'm NOT taking the blame for this!

OK... Let's meet.

Fine. And I'll tell you where.

Cutter's Park. Number 40.

Why there?

WANNA meet? THAT'S
where! One hour!

Very neighbourly!

If the Drug Squad knew Jackson
was dealing, why wasn't he arrested?

Too small-time to be worth it.

Can be better to let them operate,
so they lead you to their suppliers.

- They did nothing?
- Kept tabs on him.

Stuck a couple of men in a
house somewhere with a camera.

- What sort of house?
- With a good vantage point.

That wouldn't be too obvious.

Like that one over there?

What sort of camera
would they have used?

- A video?
- Stills.

A telephoto lens...

on a tripod...

On a tripod with spikes.

So there WAS a team here.

- Not from MY department.
- From Hoskins'?

Then she'd have known all along.

Everything that happened
before the explosion.

I'm sorry.

If Jo Hoskins is sitting on
evidence, she has her reasons.

Isn't that what
you're afraid of?

Newman nearly
had a criminal record.

What do you mean, nearly?

Some years ago, he was arrested on a
charge of misprescribing diamorphine.

He was giving away heroin. Part
of some legalisation campaign.

But?

Charges were dropped when
vital evidence went missing.

- Who was the officer in charge?
- Jo Hoskins.

Tell DCI Hoskins DI
Connor wants a word.

- I'll make an appointment.
- Now.

DCI Hoskins has been
called away urgently.

- Called away where?
- She didn't say.

Who was the last person
she spoke to on the phone?

..Mr Greaves. Martin Greaves.

GLASS CRUNCHES UNDERFOOT

Martin?

Why couldn't you just
do what you were told?!

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Who found the body?
- We did.

Looking for Jo
Hoskins at the time.

Didn't they tell you who it was?

- I was speaking to him the other day.
- We spoke to him yesterday.

Did he say he knew
Maggie Collins?

Yes. Apparently,
he'd slept with her.

He's been suffocated.

The windpipe's been crushed.

It should be easy to
match the murder weapon.

It's left a distinctive ridge.

Can I borrow that
for a moment, please?

Thank you.

Would DCI Hoskins
carry one of those?

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,

- but it may harm your defence...
- Bill, come on.

- You can't be serious about this.
- Deadly.

Look, you've been out
there a long time. TOO long.

And that's MY fault.

Bill, please! Don't
do this to yourself!

No-one was supposed to get hurt.
I put my trust in the wrong people.

ME... TOO!

Please open this door.

- Look...
- She's wanted for questioning

in connection with several
murders, concealing evidence,

conspiracy to pervert
the course of justice.

I suggest you open it.

- I want all these opened.
- I don't have the keys to those.

Fine.

These are confidential. They
should be inspected by a senior officer.

The Chief Constable can join us!

- What's in here?
- Stationery.

She likes to hoard paperclips?

- This one as well.
- Wait!

KEYS JINGLE, CABINET IS OPENED

Pass me that crowbar.

- You'll need a locksmith to get into it.
- FIND one!

- Sam, coming?
- Where to?

Fred's birthday bash.

- Everyone's over at the Cutter's Arms.
- I'll try and make it.

DNA results.

- The spit on Newman.
- Already?

The toxicology's on your desk.

Seems your killer
ran out of heroin.

Newman was injected
with methadone.

See you in the pub.

PHONE RINGS

- Connor.
- There's something I need to show you...

What?

I said, there's something I
need to show you straight away.

- Sam, I'll call you back.
- It's not Hoskins.

How do you know?

How do you know
it's not Hoskins?

Sam? Hello...?

Sam?

- Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.
- Shit!

Not much in here frightens me.

I just thought you should
know that if it wasn't for you

I never would've been
able to make that arrest.

What arrest?

Hoskins.

Hoskins didn't kill anyone.

We recovered the
attacker's saliva

from Newman's body...

and sent it off

for DNA profiling.

The lab noticed a correlation

with a batch we'd
sent a few weeks ago.

These profiles indicate

the killer was
Frances Collins' father.

She was a sweet kid, my Frances.

That must've been hard,
protecting her from your work.

Impossible.

- I told Hoskins I wanted out.
- But she wouldn't let go?

She said I was stressed.

I needed a break.

So she sent me
away for a few weeks.

So, while I was gone, she
sent a couple of clowns over,

to tell Maggie that her drug-dealing
boyfriend had been busted

and wasn't coming back.

And she got Newman
to cut off her methadone?

And that Greaves geezer
was supposed to relocate her.

He was a bit generous with
his smack. Know what I mean?

So you killed them?

They murdered my family.

And Hoskins?

Now, that would be too easy.

Anyway, I just came to say
thanks. We make a good team.

Except you never really
told me what you were doing.

Sorry. It was on a
"need to know" basis.

A "need to know" basis.

Is that how it was
with Maggie Collins?

- You didn't tell HER you were undercover?
- It was safer.

- For all of us.
- Until Hoskins got to her.

..When was I
supposed to tell her?

When she got pregnant?

When Frances was born? When?

When was I supposed to tell her?

And it wasn't because, in the
back of your mind, you thought,

- "Any day I like, I can walk out of here?"
- No.

But that's what happened.

I did everything
I could for them.

Except you couldn't
tell them the truth.

DS Reynolds.

It's over.

- Have you found Hoskins?
- No.

Then it's NOT over.

It's Reynolds, your
real name, isn't it?

DS William Reynolds.
So what do they call you?

Bill.

I've seen your record.

Commendations for bravery.

Recommended for promotion.

It's impressive.

Your family didn't deserve
what happened to them.

But if Hoskins was
to blame, she'll pay.

Just tell us where she is.

She let you get isolated.

Compromised.

Maybe you ended up
thinking you stink worse

than the villains you're
meant to be sorting out.

But you are still a copper.

You were a good officer.

So was Hoskins.

Hoskins was rubbish.

So I treated her like rubbish.

So what was all that about -
treating Hoskins like rubbish?

There's only one
way to find out.

..Oh, God...

Sign there, please.

HE STRAINS, FLESH TEARS

Shit!

He died on the way to hospital.

Hoskins?

- He admitted he'd taken her, more or less.
- Didn't say where?

He dropped a hint. May be a wind-up.
Forensics are examining his clothes.

Are you sure you're up to this?

- Anything you can find.
- I'll do my best.

The subject's a male Caucasian,

in his early thirties.

He's been formally
identified as William Reynolds,

aka Andy Fox.

Some green detritus
under the fingernails.

Get a sample there, please.

Pass me a comb.

Come on in, the
garbage is lovely!

Any luck?

Everything brought in in the
last few days is in this area.

The workmen say they'd
have noticed a body.

IF it was all in one piece.

- Are you sure he wasn't taking the piss?
- Keep looking.

- Any luck?
- What about you?

Oh, I dunno. This really isn't
my preferred method of working.

All these samples should've
been sent off for expert analysis.

- No time. You're the only expert I have.
- Mmm...

- What've you found?
- Mould. Under his fingernails.

- What sort?
- I dunno! Possibly mildew.

- That was in his hair.
- What, exactly?

- Spider's eggs.
- ..I'm lost.

Found traces of waterproof
adhesive on his fingers,

suggesting he bound
Hoskins with tape.

- Somewhere damp.
- Or badly ventilated.

We only have to check out
every cellar in Cambridge!

Why did he kill Newman with methadone,
when the first two he killed with heroin?

Poetic justice.

The punishment
had to fit the crime.

Because of Hoskins,
Maggie Collins OD'd.

And his little
girl died of thirst.

I know where she is.

Number 40's over here!

We've got her.

It's all right, Jo.

- Get that water now!
- Handcuff key!

Right.

Steady, steady, steady, steady.

It's all right. We've got you.

You're all right. You're all right.
WAIL OF APPROACHING SIREN

Now, maybe, you
should arrest ME.

Aiding and abetting. Conspiracy.

Fox lied to you.

He lied to everybody.

If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't
have got to all those people.

He would.

Eventually.

If it wasn't for you, we'd
never have caught him.

Is she gonna be OK?

Are you?

Come on. Let's get out of here.

CHILD CHATTERS HAPPILY

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