All language subtitles for New.Tricks.S06E01.The.War.Against.Drugs.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_Track03

Hello? Mr and mrs Lane.

I'm father Bernard.
Welcome to Trinity.

May your stay here be a
peaceful and rewarding one.

Brian!

He's a monk!

You said an addiction
clinic... Not a ruddy monastery!

Brian, if you don't get out of this car and in
through that door, you'll never see me again.

Oh, bollocks!

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say it's ok

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day. ♪

While we endeavour to
combat the destructive patterns

of behaviour prevalent in
the addictive personality,

we are also committed to an
holistic approach to the patient,

whereby his physiological
and psychological dependency

is viewed and
treated in the round.

Eh? Forgive me.

What I mean to say is that we consider
the spiritual aspects of the treatment

equally vital to the afflicted
individual's eventual recovery.

Thank you, father. That was what
so impressed me about your website.

I looked you up after reading
your book, the faith to fight pain.

I'm not a catholic.
That's not important.

In fact, I'm not
religious in any way.

That's why I don't like the
aa twelve step programme.

In all my years of treating addicts, Brian,
that is one of their greatest problems.

Deep down, at heart...

They don't know what they are.

This is your room.

Oh, it's lovely!

The only things you won't find
are a computer and a telephone.

And while visits from family
and friends are welcome,

any other form of communication with
the outside world is strictly forbidden.

Why?

Because time spent in isolated
contemplation is worth its weight in gold.

Now, I'll leave you to settle
in and say your goodbyes.

Thank you, father.

Bed's too hard. Good.

So how did it go?
They seem very nice.

The monks?

It's very tranquil.

They've got bees

and chickens...

He's very upset. He's annoyed.

I'm sorry. Don't be silly.

This is his last chance.

I've told him.

Is there anything we can do?

Yes.

You can leave him
alone, all of you.

Please.

Knock at door

yes?

Brian, I'd like you to meet
some of the other helpers here.

This is brother Raymond.

Welcome to Trinity. Raymond is also an
alcoholic, though he hasn't had a drink in...?

23 years. What about
communion wine?

I don't swallow.

Brian gasps

Brian? Brother Mark. Brother Mark will be
your personal counsellor throughout your stay.

Whatever may trouble
you at any time, come...

Speak with me.

Neil barclay. Hi.

Neil's chief clinician. He specialises
in alcohol and gambling addiction.

And last but by
no means least...

Anna greening. Anna's in charge
of sex and drug addiction treatment.

She and Neil are qualified both in
conventional and psychiatric medicine.

I see. Jack of all trades,
master of none, is that it?

You're very neat.

S'pose you're going to tell me that means I
want to sleep with me grandmother or something?

No, it just means you're neat. I just believe
everything should be in its right place.

Don't you?

I think you are.

Peace be with you, my son.

Dinner's at 7.30.

The little what? Brothers
of merciful assistance.

"The Trinity clinic - a practical and spiritual
answer to the problems of addiction." Gawd help him.

I think that's the
general idea. Expensive.

Does he have to pray and all
that? I don't think they force you.

I mean, it's not just
him not being here, it's...

It's all the rest of it, innit!

His stupid coat, his trainers.

Sandwiches. Thermos flask.

Glasses perched on
the end of his nose.

That big, old sad,
stupid face of his...

Oh, bugger it!

Come on, let's go
and see him! No!

Esther says no.

She didn't say it outright...

But I think she partly blames
us. For not doing more.

She's right. We should have noticed he was
slipping. We did notice. We just pretended not to.

Yeah, well... There's not a
lot we can do about it now.

Morning. Sir.

Ok... where is he?

He's off sick, sir. Mm-hm?
And how long will he be off sick?

It depends on how well he responds to
treatment. Or until the money runs out.

Do you think I'm totally stupid? Think
very carefully before you say anything.

With all due respect sir,
he's a recovering alcoholic...

With all due respect, he's a
lapsed alcoholic - ie a mess.

With the best will in the world, his absence cannot be
just open-ended. That's not the union position, sir.

What? The union.

Brian's a member of the cpsa.
They're funding his treatment.

I mean, if you want to
take it up with them, I can...

Get rid of the bike.

Nice.

Door opens and closes

So, Brian...

You're an alcoholic.

In other words, a self-obsessed,
weak-willed individual

who has brought nothing but pain and
unhappiness to his family and friends.

What? I mean, who
do you think you are?

What type of person is it that
lives without any thought in the day

except for when it will
be possible for him to

stick another bottle of
liquor down his throat?

What the hell are you doing?

You're supposed to be a monk.

What happened to
faith, hope and charity?

My job is to change your life.

Well, I'm sorry but you're going about it in
completely the wrong way! Oh, am I really? Yes!

Ok, so I have a drink!

Good.

Well, now we've established what
you are... we can move forward.

There's only one
place I'm moving, mate!

Look, I'm sorry, Bernard...

Father Bernard. This is
not going to work. What?

This. Here. The treatment.

Your mate Raymond for a start!

Brother Raymond? Brother
raving maniac! He's a disgrace!

He's a highly qualified
and experienced therapist.

I don't care if he's Sigmund
Freud's hairdresser...

You don't talk to
people that way!

I suspect you're talking
about confrontation therapy.

You know what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about driving
folk over the edge!

What's the point of curing people's
addictions if they end up topping themselves!

You're talking about what
happened nine years ago. What?

Sorry? What you just said.

What was that?

"Nine years ago."

What didn't happen
nine years ago?

I don't know. I don't know
what you're talking about.

You said something about
something not happening. What?

Perhaps, Brian, before
subjecting you to brother Raymond,

we should talk more fully
about the origins of your illness.

Bugger it!

Aargh!

Phone rings

hello? Sandra?

Sandra, it's me... Brian.

What are you doing?

'I'm in a phone box.'

phone box?! Why
aren't you in the clinic?

'Christ, you haven't run away?'

no, no, no, no. It's just I couldn't find
anywhere with a phone and I had to talk to you...

'It's two in the
morning, Brian!'

look, get back to the clinic
before they find out you've gone!

Worse... before they
find out and tell Esther.

No, no, listen, you
don't understand.

Look, I think I've
found out something.

'Now, it happened
nine years ago.'

and I need you to find out what
it was. And in the meantime...

Brian, you can't! You don't
work for ucos any more.

If you don't get back to that
clinic, you never will again.

Now please, go back.

'Brian...'

Welcome back.

She loves you very much...

Your wife.

Oh. Yes.

You are fortunate to be so loved
still, after you have damaged so much.

Two o'clock in the
morning? It's an excuse.

Trying to avoid treatment. We can't let
him, cos Esther's given him a final warning.

Think he made it up?
I'm doing an iip check,

so we can prove there nothing's
there and tell Brian it's a load of old...

Bollocks! What? Oh, god, no!

What? Robert Smith.
Died June 21st, 2000.

Trinity clinic, hatch end.

Open verdict. Case unsolved.
So he's right? Brian was right?

He'll find out. You know
what he's like. He'll find out.

So, who was this Robert Smith?

He was a heroin addict.
So what do we do?

There's only one thing we can do. I
mean, to stop Brian from getting involved.

If Esther gets a whiff of this,
we're dead meat, especially Brian.

We're going to have to take this case on ourselves,
just the three of us. What do we tell strickland?

Yes, what do
you tell strickland?

Robert Smith, aged 30.

Found on the morning of June 21st, 2000 at
the foot of these stairs with a broken neck,

just 12 days after his
arrival at the Trinity clinic.

Blood and tissue samples on
the stairs indicate cause of death

is consistent with his having
fallen all the way down.

The post-mortem also revealed
methadone in his system.

Not a huge amount, but then as now, the clinic operated
a strict no drugs policy in its treatment programme.

So he could have been
drugged and then pushed?

He could have brought the methadone
in himself. The coroner said as much.

He also made it clear that
someone else could have brought it in.

We could be either looking
at manslaughter or murder.

Who was there on the night he
died? The five members of staff.

Father Bernard,
head of the clinic,

plus brothers Mark and Raymond, and also two lay
therapists, Anna greening and Curtis mccormack.

Mccormack being the only one
no longer there. Any patients?

Three. But the murder team found no evidence to
link them or the members of staff to Smith's death.

What about his family? A father and a
younger brother who attended the funeral.

Before that, they hadn't
seen him for eight years.

It's not that surprising, is
it? Not if he was a junkie.

This junkie also had a girlfriend as well as a family.
And what, Brian Lane is your man on the inside?

This is Lane we're talking about. A man
under clinical supervision. Not deep throat.

All right, you can have your investigation,
but I don't want him anywhere near it.

I couldn't agree more, sir. Well, how the hell are
we gonna do that? Well, I'll leave that with you.

Um, I've got an idea.

Ah... come in.

This is Brian. He
arrived on Wednesday.

Um, we're just about to
start the group session,

so why don't those of you
who are new to the clinic

tell us who you are
and why you're here?

Hi. My name's Gerry...

And I'm a sexaholic.

Gerry, we prefer "sex addict".

Well, yeah, so do I.

Mind if I join you?

Brian, isn't it?

Food good? It looks good, but then,
appearances can be deceptive, can't they?

Look at them. They're anorexics.

What the hell are
you doing here?

Sandra's taken on
the Rob Smith case.

What Rob Smith case?

Drug addict. He died
in here nine years ago.

Broken neck. It's on
file, and it's still unsolved.

I knew it! Sshh!

Now, strickland said you are
persona non grata on this one, all right?

So, while the good brothers are
keeping their beady eye on you,

I've come in as a
sort of fifth communist.

Fifth columnist!

Look, Gerry, I don't
need you in here!

I can find out everything that needs
finding out myself. No, you can't.

You'd better take a
good look in the mirror.

You are not having anything
to do with this. You just...

Sort your head out, ok?

Jack?

Yes, I've got that. And thank you
for going to so much trouble. Bye.

I found her. The girlfriend. Natalie
joyner. Also an ex-addict. Living in esher.

Not renowned for its
crack dens. How about you?

Of the three patients who were in the clinic
with Smith, the drug addict died in 2004,

and the compulsive
gambler lives in Hong Kong.

He won the jackpot on a seven horse
accumulator. So much for the strict regime.

For god's sake,
don't tell Gerry that.

Now, the last one - the
anorexic is still around.

A Claire makepeace. Lives
somewhere near the city road.

There's a Claire
makepeace who's a journalist.

That's the one. She
writes lifestyle pieces.

Does she(?) They're
very moving, actually.

Mmmm. So, tell me, who
would you rather interview -

the ex-junkie girlfriend or the
caring, award-winning journalist?

Let me guess.

Natalie joyner?
Jack halford, ucos.

Oh, yes, come in.

I went over the interview you
had with the police in 2000.

It was very disjointed. You didn't
seem to remember very much.

Well, I was a heroin addict. I
wouldn't have known what day it was.

Yet they called you
in to identify the body.

I was living with
Rob at the time.

Nobody knew he had a family.
I only met them at the funeral.

I adored Rob. He was gorgeous,

funny, intelligent, caring,

everything you'd look for in
a man. Apart from the drugs.

The truth is, he hated heroin.

I don't think he ever really
enjoyed it. Not even at the start.

So why did he start?

Like a lot of addicts, I
guess, to block out pain.

Physical? Mental? Both, I think.

I don't really know. Look, I didn't even know he
had a family. I didn't know he'd been to university.

There were whole areas of Rob's
life he just wouldn't let me into.

We were just junkies.

There she is. Thank you. Ok.

Claire makepeace? Hmm?

I spoke to your pa earlier, i'm
detective superintendent Pullman.

Ah, yes. Thanks for
taking the time to talk.

Actually, can I say, first of all,
how much I admire your writing?

Especially about your
struggles with anorexia.

I've no difficulty
talking about that,

but I don't particularly want it
known I spent time at the Trinity clinic.

I'm not the kind of cop who goes around
leaking stuff. Certainly not to press.

Really? That would be a first.

But I am re-examining
the death of Robert Smith.

And you were there
at the time. So...

Perhaps I didn't
make myself clear.

I'm not prepared to expose myself to the
point where it could affect my livelihood.

Ms makepeace, this is a
strictly informal interview.

But I can go through certain
channels to ensure I get the information.

Then all sorts of coppers will find out who I've
been talking to. Are you trying to blackmail me?

No, I'm trying to drag you off that
bloody high horse you're sat on.

This is a possible murder
enquiry, ms makepeace.

So, Robert Smith. Remember him?

Yes, of course I do. Thank you.

What was he like?
He was very nice.

Very handsome.

I had a few
conversations with him.

He told me he was absolutely
determined to get off drugs.

And you believed
him? Yes, I did.

His dying shocked me.

Can you think of any reason why
methadone was found in his body?

I'm a journalist, not
a pharmacologist.

Besides, I didn't find out
about that until the inquest.

By which time, I was out of
Trinity and on the road to recovery.

End of story.

So, what do you think
happened at the clinic?

D'you reckon Rob smuggled
the methadone in himself?

No, absolutely not. He thought the only way
to come off smack was to go cold Turkey.

That's why he went to Trinity - he
knew they had a no drugs policy.

Did you visit him there? Once.
How was he when you saw him?

Different. Did he
seem scared at all?

Was he ever scared? Of
anything... Anybody... In particular?

No, I don't think so.

The only thing I remember him
being freaked out by were dreams.

In his sleep, he'd be
struggling, fighting, swearing.

When he woke up, he was so upset,
he just wanted to Jack up straight away.

So, it's important to face up to
the possibility of a life without fear,

even though, you know, that prospect
in itself may be truly frightening.

We'd like you, therefore, to
share a fear that's personal to you.

A fear you want to
confront and overcome.

Who'd like to kick us off?

Brian?

Yeah, well, I suppose one
thing I always remember

is a case I worked
on when I was a cop.

It was an addict...

An alcoholic,

like me.

We found him in
his house, alone.

He'd drunk himself to death.

He'd been there for two weeks...

In his bath.

He'd drunk so much,
his face was purple

and wrinkled like a prune.

Because of the water, his skin had started
to separate, to come away in great handfuls,

like... like lumps of
fatty, waxy frogspawn.

So, I suppose that's my fear.

That the end of
me life will be...

Just frogspawn.

Interesting, isn't it?

That was a very powerful
and emotional image, Brian.

Thanks very much. Tell
me, how long is it now?

Since you had a drink.

This is a lovely
house, isn't it?

Very aesthetic.

Must have quite a history, eh?

Apparently, the original
bits were elizabethan.

The family were recusants,
that's why there's a small chapel.

No, I really meant
since it became a clinic.

You know, the patients.

You must have a few stories, eh?

You should know better, Brian.

Anyway, I only
came here in 2003.

Well, lucky you.

I suppose your poor predecessor,
he had to retire, did he?

No, he left.

Really? Can't imagine
anyone leaving a place like this.

Don't tell me - he had a falling
out with this lot here, eh? Eh?

It wasn't an entirely
happy association.

Let's just say doctor mccormack felt his future
lay more in the direction of Harley street.

Knocking at door come in.

Oh, hi, Gerry. Do you
want to take a seat?

Do you want me on the couch?

I mean, do you want
me to lie on the couch?

Why, do you want to lie there?

No, no, no.

No, sitting's fine.

Ok.

Well, Gerry, at the group meeting earlier, you
were a little reticent about exposing yourself.

Sorry? The extent
of your condition.

Oh. So, let's get down to it.

Why do you think
you're a sex addict?

Well, I can't stop thinking
about it. Sex? Yeah.

I never stop thinking about it.

That's not necessarily unusual.

Most men think about it a lot.

Women, too. Do they? Of course.

Yeah, but I mean, I think about
it every moment of every day.

Right. So, you're thinking
about it now, then?

Well, no, no, not precisely
at this moment, no.

Ok.

How about now? Sorry?

There is a big difference between
obsession and compulsion.

An addict can't stop
actually having sex.

Well, no, that's me. Ok.

When did you last engage
in any kind of sexual act?

Just before I came in here. Just
before you came in the room?

No, no, no, I mean, just
before I came in the clinic.

Gerry, I don't necessarily
mean with somebody else.

Please, relax.

Seriously, there is nothing that you've done,
can say or describe that I haven't heard before.

Yeah, but I'm sorry, I
just can't help it, you see.

This addiction, it's so overwhelming
at times, I just can't cope.

That's not unusual
either. Well, it is for me!

I mean, some days,
i'm... I'm suicidal.

I bet you've never had
patients like that, have you?

People who are so addicted to
something that they just can't carry on.

Gerry... let's get back to sex.

D'you believe her?
Natalie? Yes, I did.

Breath of fresh air, someone
telling me the truth for once.

Wish I could say the same
about Claire makepeace.

Never meet your idols. Mind you, she did
speak of Smith's determination to get clean.

Wonder what his
nightmares were about.

Maybe the family know.

Right, lay it back to him.

Give it, give it, give it!

You...

What... Knock at door

uh... uh, hold on!

Hold on, just a minute.

I'm coming. I mean...

I'm, er, getting near the door!

One minute! I'll be with you.

What the bloody hell you doing?

Ssh! They patrol the corridors.

Have you got a woman
in here? Huh! I wish.

You frightened
the life out of me!

Ssh! Listen, Neil barclay's
only been here since 2003.

You know, the civvy shrink.
And he reckons the last one...

Brian, you're not working this case.
The last psychiatrist, mccormack,

left under a bit of a cloud.
Are you listening to me?

You've been smoking,
haven't you? Smoking? No!

All right, all right.
You'll get chucked out.

Look, you think you've got
problems. I'm a sex addict!

I had to bring the stuff in just to prove
they could smuggle in the methadone.

You leave the undercover
work to me, all right?

All you've got to worry
about is not drinking.

Where have you put it?

Where have I put what?

The beer.

What beer? What beer?

Gerry, I can smell
beer a mile off.

Good morning.

Det supt Pullman, Jack halford from
the unsolved crime and open case squad.

We're here about Robert Smith.

My father's not well. He has Ms.

All right.

May I ask the whereabouts of
your wife, mr Smith? Mum died

the year before my
brother. I'm sorry.

Now, we understand
that when Rob died,

you hadn't heard from him for
quite some time? No. How come?

He'd just finished his degree.

He was going to do a masters, but
he wanted to take a gap year, travel.

When was this?

1992.

He stayed in touch for a
month or so, but then... nothing.

Nothing at all? Not for
four years. Christina,

my wife, she was
sick with worry.

But he did get back in touch at
some point? Eventually. 1996.

He was totally changed.
You could hear it in his voice.

Hear it? You didn't see him?

He wouldn't come.

Christina begged him, but...

Said he didn't want any contact.

I asked him if
he was in trouble.

He said no.

Christina couldn't get over it.

A son not wanting to
see his own mother?

It broke her heart.

Then when Robert died and I
heard he'd been a drug addict...

How does that happen?

I mean, he was always happy.

What did we do wrong?

So you never saw your
brother again before he died?

No. What did you think when you
found out what had happened to him?

Do you ever remember him
having nightmares? Bad ones.

Rob? No. Never.

Can I ask you, where did he go
when he left home? Do you know? No.

All he said was he was going to go somewhere
to do something that would make mum proud.

Mum? What did he
mean by that? I don't know.

That was their
secret, I suppose.

Ah, here he is.

Hello, love.

I just came to see how you are.

Do you mind?

No, no, no. Let's
go in the garden.

Oh.

You seem...

Well. Do I?

Well, you're looking better.

How's the food?

I prefer yours.

Mark's...

He's very busy.

One of the monks is called Mark.

That one that
just signed you in.

Oh, he seemed quite nice.

His syntax is all over the place.
I spoke to Sandra. Oh, yeah?

In case you're wondering why
none of them have been to see you,

I asked her not to. Not to come.

Are you angry?

Let's go and see the bees.

Mrs standing? Hello.

I'm Jack, I'm Gerry's
brother. Darling! Oh, hi.

I'll leave you to it.

Nice to meet you. Brother Mark.

So, anything to tell us?

No, it's early days at
the moment. I can't...

Ah, Anna, come and meet my wife
Sandra. And my older brother Jack.

Hello. How d'you do? Hi.

Anna greening, my therapist.

Oh. So how's he
doing, my old man?

Yeah, he's
settling in very well.

Can I have a word with you?

Yeah, sure.

He's been very honest and open,

especially about the difficulties each
of you have with physical intimacy.

But I don't want you to worry.

I really do think we can get
to the heart of the problem

so that you and he can enjoy a much more
stimulating, healthy sexual relationship.

Thank you.

The head shrink has
only been here six years.

For some reason, they didn't get on
with the one here at the time - mccormack?

Curtis mccormack. The only
member of staff to have left.

They must have had a falling
out, but apparently he is into money.

Right, well, he's
next on the list, then.

We'd better go.
Yeah. Oh, listen.

I brought in with me booze,
fags and a mobile phone easily.

The next time you come, you couldn't
bring me something to drink? I've run out.

Perhaps after we've solved our problems
of physical intimacy. What do you think?

Just a couple of cans
of beer, you know.

I was going to tell you,
love. You see, the thing is,

a bloke died
here... I trusted you.

You asked me and
I said no. Esther.

Brian I can't
trust, I know that.

But at least he's got some
excuse. He's just a hopeless addict.

Esther. Esther! Esther!

Esther, please listen.

I can't believe it. I can't
believe that you would do this.

It isn't like that, Esther.

Look, it was Brian who
found out about the case.

When he phoned me, I knew he
was trying to use it to avoid treatment.

So the only way we could stop him from being
involved was to parachute one of us in here.

Esther, if Brian
doesn't stick it out,

the met will probably
retire him permanently.

It doesn't occur to you that
that might be quite a good thing?

Absolutely not. I don't
believe you think that, either.

I know he hadn't touched
a drop for years until...

Yeah.

Yeah, I know we let him
down and I'm sorry about that.

But he's trying really hard, Esther, and you know
he's never going to stick this out without you.

Never mind the clinic.

I mean, do you really want him
back home all day, every day, 24/7?

As I understand it,

the union is only part-funding
Brian's treatment here.

The rest of the money is coming
from some anonymous source.

God, look at them.

What a crew.

Miss Pullman?
Detective superintendent.

Please.

Thank you. Denise wasn't
sure whether your visit

was personal or professional.

Purely professional, thankfully.

I'm re-investigating the death of
Robert Smith at the Trinity clinic in 2000.

You were a clinical psychiatrist
there at the time. I was.

We know that Trinity have always
operated an addiction treatment programme

and then, as now, don't use drugs
to help patients tackle their problems.

Yet Robert Smith was found to have methadone
in his body. How could that happen?

Well, as I said at the
time, I really don't know.

Can I ask, purely out of interest,
why did you leave the clinic in 2003?

I was starting to establish my own
practice. It was time to move on.

More money? Yes, partly. Bu, um,

I'd also developed my own theories
about the way addicts should be treated.

Such as... yes. Substance
substitution therapy.

Now, I take it from the
explanation given here that

that involves exchanging the addict's
poison of choice for other drugs,

methadone for example.
Sometimes, yes.

So although you didn't use that treatment
at Trinity, you're happy to do so now?

Clearly. And I can't help but wonder whether you
felt that method should have been used back then.

The question doesn't arise.

They didn't and they don't.

Unless you've got any
more questions, are we done?

For now.

Gerry, now that I've met her, I think it might
be a good idea to talk about you and your wife.

Right. For example, when did you first feel the
compulsion to sleep with someone other than Sandra?

Sandra? I ask because
it is your fourth marriage.

I sense a pattern here.

You're married, you meet someone
else, have an affair, you get divorced.

I mean, what about your wives?

Do you ever ask
yourself what they think?

No need, they tell me soon
enough. Do you want to see them?

Three wives. Four daughters.

Don't you mean four wives?

Well, yeah. Four now. Yeah.

Well, maybe that's the problem.

All these women,
too much oestrogen.

I doubt it. It does
strike me, though.

No sign of Sandra.

No. Not in this one no, no.

On the other hand, there's
no sign of your husband.

I'm not married. Just a son.

Just the one?

Don't know how lucky you are.

How old?

Eight.

Handsome little bloke, in't he?

What's his name?

We're here to talk
about you, Gerry.

Phone rings

Pullman's phone. Your voice has
changed. Yes, very funny. Sandra's driving.

We're on our way to see you.

Good. Do you remember
Anna greening, my therapist?

I can hear you. And yes, I do.

Well, she's a single mum
with an eight-year-old son.

It might be me or it might
just be a coincidence,

but I've just seen
a picture of the kid

and I think he looks
just like Rob Smith.

Same eyes, mouth,

and the timescale's
right. Really?

Interesting, eh? So's mccormack.

Gerry? Gerry?

The signal's gone.

I'm sorry, I just had
to talk to her, the wife.

I needed that feminine touch.

You know what I mean?

No.

Oh, sorry.

You did that on purpose!

Rules are not made to
be broken. Understand?

Brother Raymond has just informed me of your
husband's illicit use of a mobile phone,

plus the fact that he is here under false pretences,
along with, I dare say, his colleague, mr Lane.

This is not just a clinic,

it's a sacred place and you
have both abused its sanctity.

I think it best you each
collect your things and leave.

Let's not be hasty. First I need to
know about Curtis mccormack. What?

Specifically, why did he leave?

I've no intention of discussing
the workings of this clinic with you.

Det supt Pullman. We can either talk here
informally, or back at the station under caution.

Your choice. This is outrageous.

Mr standing was able
to smuggle into this clinic

not just a phone but
also beer and cigarettes,

which suggests bringing in
methadone would have been child's play.

All I can say is your working methods are
beneath contempt. Thank you very much.

Please just answer the question.
Why did mccormack leave?

We had a difference of opinion.

About the use of methadone? Yes.

But this has nothing to do with the death
of Robert Smith. It was three years later.

How do you know that he wasn't
using methadone when he was here?

Esther's here. Right.

Mr standing will be packing his bags
but Brian, you're staying. Absolutely not!

Whatever you may think, mr Lane
is not here under false pretences.

I think it's probably better that I do
leave. I prefer the word "imperative".

He's staying because he's
responding well to treatment.

And if he doesn't,

I know loads of journalists who'll
want to know the reason why.

Thank you.

That's Cameron.

We call this one Blair because
she's a compulsive lair, Gerry says.

You're making jokes.
Something must be working.

All right, how's the case going?

You would be going on and on about
it if you were at home, so come on.

Rob Smith, the heroin addict who died here, broke
his neck, but he had methadone in his system,

even though they don't
use palliative drugs here.

But the shrink who was working here
at the time now does use methadone

in his work, and could have done
then, but he may not have done.

But if he did, then it might have
been manslaughter, or even murder,

depending upon whether or not he was pushed down
the stairs when he was out of it on methadone.

But there doesn't seem to
be any motive for the murder.

Unless it involves something
that happened to the dead bloke

during the three years he was abroad
when we don't know where he was.

But that only works if someone here
knew him in 2001, and also knew him

back there then when we don't
know where he was back then!

But it means nothing

if I'm not working,

if I'm not out there

with them doing this,

it means nothing, Esther.

This is a beginning, Brian.

It's a beginning.

Thank you. Two of you this
time? I must be getting important.

Mr standing until recently
attended the Trinity clinic.

Congratulations on your
recovery. Undercover.

I beg your pardon.

Father Bernard said that you
clashed over the use of methadone.

You don't deny it. Father
Bernard is on the side of the angels.

It's a short step to suspect you of giving
Rob Smith the methadone which helped kill him.

Oh, stop it!

I didn't give him any drugs. The
problem wasn't the methadone,

it was that Rob didn't
get it in a controlled way.

That's probably why
he fell down the stairs.

You're saying he was given it
deliberately, but not by you? Right.

Someone gave it to him

because they could see that he was in pain
and they wanted to alleviate that pain.

It was well-meant but misguided.

And who would have done
that? Somebody who loved him.

Natalie joyner?

No, not her. You know who it is.

You knew back then. Of course.
Well, why didn't you say anything?

Because what good would that have
done... Apart from ruin her career?

She already felt responsible for the death of
the man that she loved. She'd suffered enough.

Knocking

hi. Is your mum in? Anna,
we're not here to judge.

We just want to know whether
you had a relationship that was...

Emotional as well
as professional?

With a heroin addict?

By all accounts an incredibly charismatic
heroin addict. No. No, no, I didn't.

Anna, we've just spoken
to doctor mccormack.

He says you fell for Rob Smith.

Very deeply. Well,
Curtis was wrong, then.

This is a copy of your
son's birth certificate.

There's no name entered
under "father". It's blank.

Now you don't strike me as the kind of woman who
would not know who the father of her only child is.

Perhaps you're as bad a
judge of character as I was.

There's a very easy way to find out
whether you're telling us the truth or not.

Really? What's that?

Give your son a DNA test.

You can't do that. Door squeaks

alen, baby, go
back to your room!

He doesn't... He doesn't know.

Please, oh, god.

Anna.

Anna, come on, talk to us.

Have you ever fallen
in love? I mean...

Suddenly? Hopelessly?

I thought it was a fantasy.

It isn't. I couldn't help it.

Twelve days,

that's all I got.

Did you give Rob the methadone?

He never knew.

I mixed it in his coffee.

I couldn't bear it. He
was in so much pain.

Not just the withdrawal, the
physical pain, but all the emotional

psychological torment in the
horror he had bottled up. Horror?

I don't know what it was.

All he said was how ashamed
he was of letting his family down.

When he died... Honestly
I nearly died as well.

Knowing I was responsible.

I decided to confess, you know.

But you didn't.

The same day I made up my
mind, I found out I was pregnant.

Brother Mark would have
said it was a sign... A blessing.

I was... I was
so afraid for alen.

I was just so afraid he'd be born in prison
and taken away from me, put into care.

I doubt very much that
would have happened.

Alen is all I have...

I wasn't going
to take that risk.

Alen? Well, I couldn't very
well call him Rob, could I?

So I named him
after his brother.

No, no, no it's just the way
you pronounce it... Al-e-n.

It's a family name.

From Rob's mother's side. It's
how you pronounce it in serbo-croat.

Rob's mother was
from yugoslavia.

Brother Mark.

I need help. Please.

This is very hard for you.

To come here, to a place
like this, through shame.

Guilt, shame and betrayal...

You feel all these.

I don't need you to respond.

I need you only to understand.

I don't...

I can't believe in religion.

I'm not asking you to
become a religious man, Brian.

I'm asking you to
be a spiritual one.

Tell me...

What happened?

How did you become afraid?

A man died.

I was responsible for
a young man dying.

He was in my care.

I see.

Well, that is a reality.

And none of us can
bear too much reality.

The simple truth
is that you failed.

As we all fail.

The young man is gone, Brian.

He will not come back.

You are here.

Live.

Make that life worthwhile.

Here.

Is it the Bible?

No. Santayana.

I think you would
appreciate him.

Where was your wife born, mr
Smith? Christina? Yugoslavia.

Whereabouts specifically?

Sladjanska. It's there.
It's in Croatia now.

Born and brought
up. It's very pretty.

It's where she always
wanted to be buried.

Although we actually met here,
in hammersmith, in the '70s.

She was working as an au pair.

What was her maiden
name? Brancovic.

Now this may seem an odd question but
was Christina proud of where she came from?

Croatia? Oh, yes.

Did she ever teach you and your
brother any Croatian? Yeah, a little.

You said that Rob told you that he was going somewhere
to do something that would make his mother proud.

Yeah, why? Well,
he left the UK in '92.

And came back, some
time later, in '95 we think.

He claimed that he'd lost his passport but
we believe that he got rid of it on purpose.

Now '92 to '95 was the height of the yugoslavian
civil war and we think that Rob may have

been involved somehow and that
might have a link to his death back here.

That's impossible.

He wasn't that kind of
person. You didn't know him!

No... but then the person you
knew didn't take heroin either.

While strickland's been doing his
diplomatic thing I've been checking

out the staff who were at the
clinic when Rob Smith died...

Just to find out where they
were between '92 and '95.

Right, now, father Bernard and
Curtis mccormack were at the clinic,

Anna greening was
finishing a phd at Nottingham.

But I find this interesting...

Brother Raymond didn't arrive
in england until '97, and Mark '98.

What? They're both foreign?

Where are they from?
Exactly. We don't know.

Sir, any joy?

I'm not sure that joy is the
correct word but you were right.

The Croatian embassy confirmed
that they have a Robert Smith on record

as having enlisted in the army of the
republika hrvatska on September 6 1992.

They also saw fit, albeit
reluctantly, to send us this.

That is Rob Smith. At the time

part of a Croatian paramilitary
group called the iron hawks.

At least some of whom did this.

Oh, my god... quite.

Bloody hell...

What is it?

We think there's a possibility one of these
two might have known Smith in the past.

But I don't see anyone here
who looks like either of them.

This is just a small
section of the unit.

Unfortunately, being a paramilitary group, the record
of who was who in the iron hawks is pretty sketchy.

The good news is, that there are fingerprint
records for some of them. Result! Let's go.

Hang on, if we go rushing into
the clinic we'll just spook 'em.

And of course we don't
want Brian involved.

But brother Raymond...

Did that. Well, what
about brother Mark?

Those who cannot remember
the past are condemned to repeat it.

Sound familiar?

Who is that?

It's santayana.
What, the musician?

Not santana. Santayana!

He was a philosopher.

Reading this book
changed brother Mark's life.

Phone rings

I thought I'd turned this off.

Hello?

Oh.

Erm... well, I'll try.

Can I call you back?

What was all that about?

Oh... it's nothing.

Really good that book, isn't it?

Amazing really.

Oh, hi, how d'you get on?

I... i put it in this to avoid the
danger of cross-contamination.

That's right, isn't it? Yes.

Thank you.

You didn't mind doing this, did
you? Only... oh, no. I rather liked it.

I got to lie to Brian.

Buzzing

'hello?' detective
superintendent Pullman.

Look, this really is too much.

This isn't a courtesy
call. Just open the gates.

We now have documented
proof that Robert Smith

disappeared abroad to the former
yugoslavia during 1992 to 1995

where he enlisted
in the Croatian army.

This of course was
during the civil war there.

However, he eventually ended up in an irregular
paramilitary group known as the iron hawks.

He then deserted round
about November 1994...

Shortly after the iron hawks were involved
in a massacre in a place called krageljina.

Smith would have certainly witnessed the
atrocity and may even have been involved.

I don't understand. This is appalling
but what's it got to do with this clinic?

It's almost certainly when Rob Smith started using drugs,
probably to try and block out the horror of it all.

The original investigation never knew this which
is why all sorts of questions were never asked.

Questions like,
"where were you born?"

Me? Hm.

Guernsey.

Channel islands.

And where were you
between 1992 and 95?

In Belgium, Bruges...
Training as a therapist.

Brother Mark, where
were you at that time?

I was a novice at the monastery in Saint
Celine De la Croix, near Lyon. And before that?

Before that I was a civilian.

Civilian? I was born and
brought up in Slovenia.

Slovenia. Are you sure?

I know where I was
born and who I am.

Yes. So did Robert Smith.

In his drug-addled state
he didn't recognise you.

But you recognised him.

And because he'd served under you
in the same unit you knew it was only a

matter of time before he did
recognise you. That's a fantasy.

No... mark is a fantasy.

Rob Smith knew you by your real
name... Marko. Marko stoipanovic.

Former lecturer of modern languages
at Zagreb. My congratulations.

Your English is impeccable.

No. You have me mixed
up with someone different.

Is that what you said to Rob Smith the
night he died? When he was given methadone?

Resulting in him being drugged enough for a
man well-versed in killing to break his neck,

throw him down the stairs and make it look like an
accident. This is not true. This is completely not true!

And you have no proof.

Unfortunately you're right.

We have no proof that
you killed Robert Smith.

But we do have
your fingerprints.

Copies of which were forwarded to the
international war crimes tribunal at the hague.

They confirmed that the prints
were those of Marko stoipanovic...

Wanted for crimes
against humanity.

They even sent along an official
photograph... Just for good measure.

God is love.

What's the matter?

Well, he said some incredible
things. He helped me.

He really helped me. Yeah, well, come on, get
your gear together, time to get out of here.

No, I'm going to stay. Eh?

I'm going to finish
the treatment.

Ok.

And tell Esther...

I want that book back!

♪ It's all right, it's ok

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ listen to what I say

♪ it's all right, doing fine

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine

♪ it's all right, I say, it's ok

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day. ♪

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