All language subtitles for Silent.Witness.S27E04.WEB

He fell, hit his head
on the way down and drowned.

Tell me who killed my husband.

I want to fight just once.

I want to know
what it feels like.

I like older guys.
They've got...

..more depth.

We need to reschedule,
when Cara can make it.

This...doesn't feel right.

You'll make a fantastic dean.
Good luck, Professor.

Justice and fairness

are our responsibility,
not grievance.

I've been appointed Dean
of the School of Criminology.

I know him.
He was on the interview panel.

What makes you think
you're fit to judge anyone?

Who is it?

Who are these others

who send you fleeing
for the comfort of people

who look like you do,

speak like you do,
think like you do

for fear of being threatened
by opinions,

wounded by words,

offended by attitudes,
damaged by differences?

We wouldn't want you
to be triggered, would we?

What is this word, "triggered"?

I want to trigger you!
I want to challenge you.

I want you to think!

Haidar, what is groupthink?

When a group of people

make irrational
or substandard decisions

motivated by the desire
to conform,

or the belief that dissent
isn't an option.

And how can you be an investigator
if you're a victim of groupthink?

You can't.

You can't!

But I see groupthink everywhere
in your generation.

Social media has made you
a herd

and reduced your individuality
to a data point.

You are the progressive census

who have traded
freedom of thought

for a reassuring echo chamber.

Are those who enable
this behaviour,

who institutionalise it,
the enemy?

They preside over
the death of empathy.

I cannot understand you
unless I am you.

You have allowed yourselves
to be siloed

into affinity groups,

demographic categories

where an algorithm
can mine your data

and produce content

which fills you with hate or fear.

Or both.

And you are content
to live that way,

believing that you're in charge
of your lives

when, in fact,

you have handed them over
to a closed-minded insularity.

What a load of crap.

Nikki?

Jesus.

Yeah, I saw it.

You've taken a video? Yeah.

Can you help me? Mm-hm.

The body was found
in the procubitus position

on the kitchen floor,
suggesting that the victim

could have been trying to escape
from the fire by crawling.

There were
severe skin burn injuries.

The body
is extensively charred,

so conventional
visual identification

is not possible.

Skin and soft tissues
have been burnt off,

resulting in
skeletal muscle exposure.

Heat-related lesions
have exposed the skull,

where bone lesions are visible.

The fire investigator says
the fire originated in the kitchen,

on the gas hob.

We think it was a pan of cooking
oil.

Accident?

The response time
of the fire brigade was good.

There's no evidence
of third-party involvement,

no other detectable injuries
on the body

that the fire may have been
trying to disguise.

The fire inspector says
it was a kitchen fire

that burned out of control.

The heat was intense.

From what's left of the lungs,

it seems smoke inhalation,
carbon monoxide poisoning

is likely cause of death.

Why couldn't they escape?

Disorientation? We don't know.

Was that a metal belt buckle
burnt into the thigh?

Looks like it's from an overcoat
or a raincoat caught underneath

when they were trying
to crawl out of the room.

The fabric's burned away. What we're
left with is the buckle.

Do we know whether
it was a man or a woman?

The uterus is intact.

The house was owned by a woman.

Yeah.
Her name is Valerie Fullerton.

It's likely to be her.

What?

Valerie Fullerton?

Yeah.

Gabriel?

Valerie Fullerton was also
on the interview panel...

..with Harrison Cairney.

And both are dead.

What are the odds of that?

You dropped this.

Oh, thank you!

Harrison Cairney...

No external injuries,

no initial indication
of alcohol or illegal drug use.

He tested positive for codeine,
but not in an amount

that would suggest abuse
or addiction.

Full toxicology report
is being prepared.

Did the scan reveal anything?

No visible signs of stroke

or myocardial infarction
on the scan.

No marks on the body.

There's no physical evidence
that places

anyone else at the scene.

He just died?

Sometimes people just die
without an obvious cause.

Sometimes fires just happen.

He appears to have had
a sexual encounter in the sauna.

How do you know?
Did you find love notes?

Ejaculate on his thigh
and around his penis.

I'm glad I asked. Do you think the
scene may have been tampered with?

The absence of evidence
is the evidence.

So what killed him, Doctor?

An earth-shattering orgasm?

Possibly.

Would that we could all go
that way, eh?

Mmm.

Will you be doing a full
post-mortem?

If you ask me to. Yes, please.

Jack.

We got a lead
on the Robinson case.

So this is our swimmer's van.

Lads. Sir.

We're looking for, I don't know,

suicide note, receipts,
invoices, quotes...

Something that suggests

whether he was looking
forward or back.

Spare set of keys from Mrs Robinson.

Coo, coo, ca-choo.

Nice family.

Signs of moderate
coronary heart disease,

but it's consistent
with his age.

Lung for histology.

Bull.

Could you take a sample
of the stomach content,

then close him up for me?

Well, he had plenty of work
coming in.

Mm.

Appointments for estimates
well into next month.

Is there an address in there
for a job nearby?

No, not that I can see.
Just initials.

I'll tell you what...
Hmm?

You can't find an electrician
these days for love nor money.

Gets paid nearly four grand
the day he goes missing.

Doesn't say who it's from.
Cash, maybe?

Oh, builders love cash.

Checked his account?

Yeah. No recent deposits.

Cash makes him a target.

I knew a local chap
who had ten grand taken off him

by Albanian labourers
on a site he was working on.

They followed him home,
jumped him,

took his money
and pissed off back to Albania.

Not that you've got anything
against Albanians.

I don't, but I imagine he does.

I was having to do all the work
for her.

And I don't mind, really.
It's kind of like, you know,

being a good person to help her.
But it's not really fair, is it?

Hi.

Do you want to sit with us?

Don't worry.
She didn't hear me, did she?

Sit?

Why?

OK.

Read my lips.

Because he's a wanker.

Because he's a seedy,
gross old guy

who sends me a text

and tries to get me alone
and drunk

so he can grope me.

Did you understand that?
Shall I write it down?

What's up, champ?

Jack.

I've just been copied
into an email.

Were you advising a student
at the university?

They've made a complaint
against you.

Hmm.

That's a lot of crap,
is what that is.

Um...

How well do you know
Vanessa Miller?

Were you alone with her?
Are you serious? I have to be.

People that make false accusations
are dangerous.

What should I do?

Fundamentals make the fighter.
Stick to the basics.

On your toes, chin in.

Protect your head. Hands up.

Gotta be faster than that.

Speed and strength
equals power.

Nice. That was good. Good.

Good, Prof.

Oh, sugar.

I'm sorry.

Are you OK?

Right. I'm calling this.
That's it. Done.

I'm good. Sure?

Come on. Come on.

Protect your head.

There is nothing conclusive.

The cause of Cairney's death
remains unascertained.

Nothing in the contents
of his stomach?

Did he eat anything dodgy?

Oats. Nothing of note.

Well, at least he got his oats.

Toxicology. Nothing unusual.

Except he's dead!

Is that how good we are?

Someone's unexplainably dead,
and there's nothing unusual?

I love this view.
It's a wonderful view.

You know what the view
from my office is?

An exhaust vent.

I think we'd have
better police officers

if we had better views.

Mind you,

there's some great views
from the top floors

of the old Brompton building.

31 floors,

117 metres high.

Great views.

The old counter-terror boys
have got those.

See, counter-terror -
oh, that's where it's at.

Clear-cut good and evil.

Don't have to watch
what you say.

None of this "Oh, you've offended
me" nonsense.

That ship sailed without me on it.

Nothing unusual.

Surely there's something -
anything -

that I'd find unusual.

Who else was on that panel?

Morning.

I need you to arrange
a uniform drive-by

for an Elizabeth Newport

to start right away.

Yeah,
I'll send you the address.

Mrs Newport? Miss.

OK.

Hello, Gabriel.

Could we have a word, please?
Yes, of course.

What is it?

And Valerie?

Both of them?

Could be a coincidence.

Gabriel?

Do you believe in coincidence?

Do you know somebody who could
have a grievance against them?

A grievance against you
or the professor here?

Who?

It's impossible.

You need to tell me.

Peter Cherry was very upset
he wasn't selected.

Peter Cherry? Give me a break.

He made a number
of accusations.

Does that make him a killer?

No, it gives him a grievance.

He was clearly
the most experienced,

in and out of the lecture hall.

No offence, Gabriel.

None taken.

But we didn't feel
he was the most...suitable.

Why wasn't he suitable?

He had views
that were controversial.

On a postmortem table,

you are either a man or a woman

or a biological anomaly.

There was a complaint by a student.

Everything else is human construct.

It was conforming to a repressive
binary view of gender.

What? People should be able to live
as they want, love who they want.

We're not talking
about living or loving.

He's not talking about gender.
He's talking about a dead body.

It's biological sex -
it's scientific fact.

Has a student ever done
a postmortem?

It set off a chain of events -
social media, protests.

Do you think he said
something wrong?

No... But you didn't defend
his right to say it.

The panel didn't feel
comfortable appointing him

and believed Professor Folukoya
to be the better candidate.

He was more thoughtful, more likely
to bring colleagues with him...

Thanks, but two of our colleagues
are dead.

Do any of us think
it's simply a coincidence?

Hold off on making
any announcements

about Professor Folukoya,

just in case it paints
a target on his back.

It's already on Twitter.

This Cherry...
Did he threaten you?

No.

Do you think he could be dangerous?

Yes.

Right.

We either eliminate him
or find a connection.

If you'll forgive me,
I...have got class.

There were 677 homicides
in the UK last year.

That's the highest number
since 2008.

What percentage
of those homicides

will have no suspect charged
after three years?

Anyone?

Celeste? 20%.

20%.

So if there's not enough
evidence to charge,

is that the fault
of the police?

Is it our fault
as investigators,

our inadequacy in supporting
the investigation?

The truth is -
and don't share this around -

all of you in this room
will have the skills,

when you have finished
this course,

to commit a homicide
and get away with it.

What are we looking for?
I'm not sure.

We need something that tells us

about something that we
don't know we're looking for.

I'd like to prove
this wasn't an accident.

So she comes home...

..starts cooking her tea,
sets herself on fire...

..dies.

What was she cooking?

Was there anything left
of the pan?

Was there any residue
in the pan that resembled food?

There was oil in the pan.

She wasn't sauteing onions,
frying chicken?

There was no extant residue
in the pan.

Just the oil.

Still had her coat on
when she died.

You come home,

fill a pan with oil,
heat it until it boils,

and never take your overcoat off?

Mm-hm.

Have you looked in the fridge?

Mushrooms.

Call the council?

Yeah.

Health spa.

Harrison Cairney enters.

37 minutes later...

..Peter Cherry enters.

You can place him in the building?

At the same time.
But not in the sauna.

University students and staff

both use the health spa
and gym.

Yes.

So do we make everyone
at the gym

a person of interest?

Well, wait. Jack, go ahead.
Look at this.

Valerie Fullerton
picking up vegetables.

Look who she's talking to.

Peter Cherry.

He went to find them both.

Then they died.

Unusual.

Nikki, can I see the tox report
on Cairney?

It's positive. It's GHB.

It was in his water.

The killer's let us know
there's foul play,

but has made sure
we can't prove who's responsible.

Did he do it himself,
or was he spiked?

How can we tell you that?
You can't.

Peter Cherry, nice to meet you.
Dr Alexander.

Women always go to their title,
don't they?

In case men don't think they have
one.

I like you.
You remind me of someone.

And you're Gabriel Folukoya.

Hello. Nice to meet you. Hi.

I believe you pipped me
to the post at the Dean's job,

or so Twitter tells me.

Apparently. Nice to meet you.

Mm. Jack Hodgson.

Oh, you were
in one of my classes!

Yes, I was. I loved it. Yeah, that's
a few years ago now, isn't it?

Just a few, yeah.
Very earnest, as I recall.

Still is.

And very talented.
Let's not overdo it.

All right!

The Detective Inspector
has suggested

that you might need my help
with a case review.

Is it a cold case?

No, it's still
an active investigation.

Oh, really?

Have you heard
that Harrison Cairney

and Valerie Fullerton
have both died

in the last 72 hours?

Both of them?

We've reached an impasse
and we wanted to make sure

we've considered
all our options.

Your options?

Did you know either of them?

Yes, I did, which you know,
which is why you're here.

I went to visit both of them
in the last 72 hours

to let them know that I thought
their decision to appoint

Professor Folukoya
was wrong-headed.

No offence, Professor. No.
I think you intended to offend.

Perhaps I did.

I guarantee you -
everything I am, I've earned.

I expect you have.

So I'm part of the case review.

Am I your only suspect?

All right.

I'll give you
a quick case review for free.

The reason why you haven't got
enough to charge me

is not because you are
inadequate,

it's because I didn't do it!

I think we're done.

We should never have gone.
We alerted him to our suspicion.

I just wanted to see
how he'd react.

Did it tell you anything?

Look, I know you're worried,
Professor,

and I don't blame you.

But I'll make sure we have eyes on
you.

Sorry.

Hello?

Don't worry,
I'll go back and talk to him,

get his prints, swab them for DNA.

I'll go.

Huh?

Why do you think
he'll talk to you?

He said he likes me.

Thanks for allowing me
to come back and see you.

You knew I would -
I have nothing to fear.

Prints first or swab?

Not bothered.

We're all so good at swabs now
since Covid, aren't we?

Tell me, in your experience,
which I expect is estimable,

have you ever come across
individuals

who you find utterly loathsome,

representing everything wrong
with the human experience?

Maybe one or two.

Maybe more.
I've been at this a while.

Cairney was one of those -

horrible man
with a zipper problem

and a penchant
for undergraduates.

He had this strange,
inflated view of himself -

a handsome caped crusader
who the girls couldn't resist.

I bet you could have
resisted him.

Who knows? Left hand, please.

Superman
is just a tuppenny rehashing

of Judeo-Christian
messiah mythology.

Man comes down to Earth
to save mankind.

Satan becomes Kryptonite.

Black and white, good and evil.

Not much nuance to it.

But then we live in an age
of little nuance, don't we?

Cherry, out!
Cherry, out! Cherry, out!

Cherry, out! Cherry, out!

Cherry, out! Cherry, out!

I didn't murder him, you know.
Although I would have liked to.

Do you think maybe he took
his own life?

Why would you ask that?
Well, they trip on their vanity

and fall on their arrogance,
don't they?

Marriage not good.

Shagging around.

He's got the crosshairs of Me Too
tattooed on his forehead.

Yes, you could make
a good argument

for self-inflicted harm.

White man in his fifties,

highest increase in incidence -
nearly 15% now.

Men taking their own lives
in that age demographic is common,

even if there's no prior signs.

Sad, but true.

See, they see the world
closing in on them,

just like Cairney did.

I don't take a view on that.

Do you take a view on anything?
Yeah, I'm taking one right now.

You remind me of my wife.

My late wife.

Not the way you look,

the way you reduce things,
the way you poke.

I admired her for that.

She was quick. She was a woman
of enormous talent.

Not recognised enough
for her work.

A woman of the mind.

Glioblastoma.

A perverse disease
designed to torment

a thoughtful and talented
woman like her

and inflict the maximum pain
and heartache.

She never complained.

Didn't blame the doctors
or government or me or...

..God.

She didn't seek refuge
from offence

or to keep from being triggered
or needing a safe space.

People who endure hardship
know that no such place exists.

They know that the world
is mean and cruel.

Joy, in all its infinite space,
is to be celebrated.

And death is endless.

I'm sorry.
That was rather indulgent.

So you've no idea how he died?

No. Did you find anything unusual?

There was GHB in his water.

You don't believe
I killed him, do you?

Not for me to decide.

Or you wouldn't have
told me that.

You need to leave now.

- Cherry!
- Out!

Cherry! Out!

Cherry! Cherry! Cherry!
Out! Out! Out!

Thanks.

Cherry, Cherry, Cherry!

Out, out, out!

Cherry, Cherry, Cherry!

Out, out, out!

Cherry! Out!

Cherry! Out!

Cherry!
Out!

Cherry! Out!

Help!

Just got a pin from Cara.

So did I. That's not good.

Nothing. Message failed.

How brave of you
to show your faces,

to believe in something
so passionately

that you remain anonymous.

Social norms may change.
Government may change.

Legislation changes.
Fairness does not change.

But your fast fashion,
virtual disposable society

has abandoned fairness.

You think you're protecting it?
You're not.

You are the repressive people
we were warned about...

Out! Out! Out!

..the ones who despise
freedom of expression

and have condemned yourself
to be slaves to ideology.

Out! Out! Out!

The devil comes in the disguise

of everything you've ever wished
for.

Get back inside, old man!

No, no!

We know it was you.

We know you made the complaint
about Professor Cherry.

Please. Please.
Don't hurt me, please.

You don't have a positive belief
about anything, do you?

Nothing that you want to build,

only things that you want
to complain about, tear down.

You destroyed him.

He's a great man.

You...are nothing.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please.

Let me go, please.

This won't hurt.

When someone is wronged,
justice should be done.

And fairness, not mercy,
should be the measure.

What punishment do you deserve for
destroying someone's reputation?

For destroying someone's life?

What punishment would be fair?

Laughing gas.
We thought that would be fair.

No...!

Help!

She didn't do anything!

She's a witness! Help!

Cherry, out!
Cherry, out!

Cherry, out! Cherry, out!
Cherry, out!

Cherry, out!

This way.

I can't do this.
Not both of them.

No, please. Stop, please.

No! No!

No-o-o!

No! No...

No!

No! No...!

What the hell is going on?

Cara?

What the hell have you given them?

OK. OK, OK.

It's OK. It's OK.

I'm here. I'm here.

No!

This is over.
Swear to God if you move...

Are you all right?

It's OK.

Come on. Come on.

It's OK. It's OK.
Come here. Come here. It's OK.

It's all right.

Hi, this is Dr Nikki
Alexander. Please leave a message.

I know who murdered
Harrison Cairney

and Valerie Fullerton.

And I know
that I'm responsible.

Can you get in the car, please?

Thank you. I just need you
to make a statement.

OK.

Sorry.

No!

She explains in the paper

how GHB, nitrous oxide
and other drugs

can be used to cause death
without detection.

She wrote a paper about a crime
she was going to commit?

And Cherry realised that.

Are you decent? Come in.

Oh. You about to cut him up?

Postmortem.
Yeah, that's what I meant.

Never as dark as people think,
yeah?

Darkness comes
before the dawn.

Sometimes you wish
you could just be there,

grab 'em,
say there is support.

There is someone to talk to.

Cherry.

That electrician bloke.
Robinson.

Robinson?

I have a moral problem.

I imagine more than one.

Mrs Elaine Robinson...

..is the beneficiary
of nearly 2 million quid

in life insurance policies
taken out by her late husband.

He was worth a lot more dead
than he was alive.

Are you thinking she killed him?

No. Good.

Because I sat with her
as she sobbed over her loss,

and I didn't think
it was a show.

Maybe she's a good actress.

Maybe she's profoundly sad.

Well, I'm thinking it's fraud.

Of course you are.
You're a cop.

Well, he bought the policy during
Covid.

His business was hanging by a
thread.

He's still in massive debt.

Dying was quite useful for him.

Except that he's dead,

which, generally speaking,
isn't all that useful.

Well, there is that, yeah. Jack said
he thought he was assaulted

for the cash he was carrying.

I could go either way
with this.

It depends on
how you look at it.

I know the insurance company
will be quite keen to hear

he'd taken his own life.

Really? What's their interest?

The coroner will decide.

Yeah, on our recommendation.

What is our recommendation?

Dear Professor Folukoya,

I am writing to highly recommend

Cara Connelly, a student of mine,

for a work placement.

Cara is an outstanding student.

I have no doubt she will make
a substantial contribution

to the work of your team

and to the life of the Lyell Centre.

Postmortem of Peter Cherry,
a 65-year-old white male.

Elaine!

Sorry to bother you.

It's just...

Well...

I needed to know whether you know
how my husband died.

The insurance companies
won't pay.

They say he may have
taken his own life,

and, er...

..we're going to lose the house.

We lost nearly everything
in Covid and all.

My husband, he borrowed
against the house.

Victims of long Covid.

My husband,

he took the policies out
to protect his family,

to protect us.

That's what men do.

A decision is made
based on the evidence.

There'll be a decision soon.

That was a bit cold, wasn't it?

I know how the decision is made,

and I know what the evidence is.

And I know that
there's no definitive evidence

of self-harm.

That OK with you?

Can we talk about sport?

Three rounds. Nine minutes.

That's your goal, all right?

That's your only goal.

All right, I want you to stay on
your toes and dance.

Nine minutes of dancing.

If you can get him
an early punch,

you'll make him think twice
about coming forward.

All right?

It's all right to be nervous.

Healthy respect for your opponent.

You've got to make the nerves
work for you, though. Yeah?

Keep you sharp.

God knows why I'm doing this.

Then stop.

Don't do it. No-one's making you.

You're right. I can stop.

I don't need to be doing this.

Want me to go tell 'em it's off?

I'll tell them.

No.

No, don't.

It's just sport.

A chance to test yourself,
that's all it is.

This is more than a sport to me.

I live here.

For nine minutes,

I want to live here.

Time to go, boys.
You're on.

You're about to.

Good.

Prof, here we go.

Ready? Mm-hm.

All right, you got this.
Go on.

Boxers...

Oh, Jesus, here we go.
Right, lads.

I want a nice clean fight.
Listen to my instructions

and protect yourselves
at all times.

Now, touch gloves.

Come on now, Prof.

That's it. That's it, move.

Hands up. Hands up.

Protect yourself.

That's it. That's it.
That's it. That's it.

Right.

All right. You did it
right there. Take some water.

Hey?

There you go.
Remember to breathe. OK?

Glad you did this?
Fight now, boy.

Keep those hands up.

Keep moving. Keep dancing.
Breathe.

You got this, OK?
Let's go. Round two.

Box!

Jab. Jab. You're out of it.

Protect your head!

Hands up. Come on.
Defend yourself. Defend yourself.

Get your hands up. Defend that head.
Now, break. Break!

Three minutes. All right? Hands up.

Hands up. OK? Mm-hm.

Let's go.

You can do it.

..two, three...

Come on.

..five... Come on. Yes!

...six... Come on.

Yes! Come on.

Get him in the corner.
That's it.

And your winner...

You did it. You did it! OK.

You made it!

How do you feel?

Alive? Do you feel alive now?
Yeah.

You had enough?

I see it. You see it?
Yeah, I see it.

You want me to do it?
No, I got it.

Are you sure? Yes.

Oh!

You got it.

Bollocks! Yeah, I got it.