All language subtitles for Silent Witness - 23x03 - Close to Home, Part 1.MTB.

Boys' hands on the side.
Girls' hands on the front.

Feet together. Rei.

OK. Well done. Thank you.

See you all next week.

Boys, come on, let's go. Shoes on.

Jason?

It's the Under-14 Championships
next month.

- I'm putting you forward.
- OK, cool.

You turned up without anything over
your kit - that's not like you.

OK.

Here. Sorry about the colour.

Serves you right
for being unprepared.

If you hang on a minute,
I'll run you into town.

Come on, then. Get in the car.

We're going to go to your nan's
this evening.

- Bye, Jason. - Bye.
- Bye, Jason.

Sorry, Jason.

What are you doing here?

Yeah.

When possible, make a U-turn.

When possible, make a U-turn.

Shall I turn around?

Turn left.

- Right, left. - Which?
- Left!

Police.

They don't look lost.

Where possible, make a U-turn.

That's how we should have arrived.

Nikki Alexander, pathologist.

Jack Hodgson, Forensics.

DCI Claire Ashby. DS John MacNeil.

- All right?
- Did you find us OK?

Yeah, no problem.

Just got here ourselves.

- We work for a London murder team.
- OK.

Got the call when Jason
first went missing

because of our expertise
in child abduction.

- How did local CID take that?
- OK, most of the time.

- And the rest of the time?
- We've had to bang a few heads.

Him, in particular.

We're over here.

In any other circumstances,
I'd say welcome back.

We don't know it's Jason yet.

We sent a car round to Wildes.

He moved out.

Reading between the lines,
he was forced out by the neighbours.

- Well, where's he living now?
- With his father, Robert,

but he's not there either.

Find him, lean on Dad,
do whatever it takes.

I want to question him
as soon as ID is confirmed.

The body appears to be male,
an indeterminate age.

There's some evidence of
decomposition

and disturbance by animals.

Sock on the right foot.

The left is bare
and partially skeletonised.

Fair few weeds growing
from under the body.

What does that tell you?

Well, if all the growth is dead
under the body,

it suggests he's been here
some time.

Yeah, he's been here weeks,
possibly months.

Months?

Why? What are you thinking?

If it is Jason, could he have
been here since September?

Was the farm searched back then?

If it wasn't, I'm history.

One of Jason's identifying markers
is a dental bridge.

Upper right lateral incisor, result
of an injury sustained in judo.

Right.

His family are already being
doorstepped.

I'd like to get them some
kind of answer

ahead of the DNA confirmation.

I can't make a formal ID.

OK.

Understood.

Yes, he has a dental bridge filling
his upper lateral incisor.

Sorry.

Have you located Wilde?

I tried his mobile, but just kept
getting "number out of service".

I checked it against his locksmith
website, but that's down too.

- Since when?
- My colleague Clarissa might be able to help there.

Please.

Nikki, would you be up for coming
with me to notify the family

of the probable ID?

I'm not after moral support.

I just know from experience
that Pete Forbes asks a lot

of questions and I want to make
sure I can answer them.

OK.

Morning, Jack.

I've sent you a number and
a website.

Anything and everything, please.

I had a great weekend, thanks. You?

Already feels like a century ago.

Where are you?

I'm in Hartford, Wessex.

Jason Forbes.

Wow, how did we get that case?

Good question. I'll get back
to you in half an hour.

Give you 15 minutes.

Obviously there's a lot of work
to do,

so the sooner we can start on it,
the better.

Of course, I wouldn't be here
if I hadn't reassured myself

that the Lyell is entirely
blameless.

I appreciate that.

Happily, the accreditation service
are of the same mind.

But there's exoneration and then
there's reality, right?

It's... It's been a rough patch.

For some people,
there's no smoke without fire.

You're really finding out
who your friends are, eh?

That's one way of saying it.

Well, if this helps you to get back
on track, we all win.

- Right?
- Right.

Clarissa, I didn't know
you worked here.

They like to keep me hidden away.

How are you, Clarissa?

I'm surviving.

- No need to ask how you are.
- Yeah, well, I'm just waiting for the day

they tell me that I don't know what
the hell I'm doing.

Sir?

- Good to see you, Clarissa.
- You, too.

- You know the Assistant Commissioner?
- Plain old DCI Holloway to me.

What was the case?

Oh, how long have you got?

You can't believe I know
someone of such exalted rank?

No, no, no, no.

- Is he here about Jason Forbes?
- Yeah, and to politely request

we don't speak to the media
under pain of death.

Why'd he come to us?

Don't know.

And a high profile case might
be just what we need.

- Says who?
- Well, mud sticks, I'm afraid.

We were victims of sabotage, Thomas,
everyone that matters knows it.

The drop off in our caseload
says otherwise, quite loudly.

Six months ago,
the eyes of the country

were turned on Hartford

after the disappearance
of 13-year-old Jason Forbes,

a county judo champion.

Despite a massive police search
and the arrest of a local man,

no trace of Jason was found
and no charges were brought.

Well, earlier this morning,
human remains believed to be those

of Jason were discovered just a mile
from this quiet Wessex village

on what we've been told
is an abandoned farm.

The circumstances surrounding the
discovery of the body are unclear,

as is whether or not...

- Hi, Jotie.
- Boss.

This is Dr Nikki Alexander.

Hi.

There are strong indicators

that the body discovered this
morning is Jason. I'm so sorry.

What kind of indicators?

- Um, the cagoule is a visual match.
- Oh, God!

It's a popular brand,
you said so yourself. What else?

Approximate body measurements
and hair colour are consistent

with the body being Jason's.

So is the dental bridge on
his right upper incisor.

No, no, no.

DNA will confirm.

I think you need to
prepare for the worst.

I'm so, so sorry.

Did you miss him back in September?

What?

Was he lying there the whole time,
rotting away?

I hope we'll have a clearer
indication of time of death

after the postmortem.

But there are other methods
that can yield answers to...

How did he die?

Again, I hope to have an answer
to that after the postmortem.

Well, you always said the answer
was close to home.

So when are you going to pick
Malcolm Wilde up?

It's in hand.

Thank you.

You've grown close to them.

Yeah.

More than I normally would.

As we're being frank, I'd like you
to hear something from me

cos you'll sure as shit hear it
from the others.

Go for it.

I'm one of the youngest
DCIs on the force.

Some say that's because of merit.

Most think it's because
I'm the protege

of Assistant Commissioner Holloway.

Right. Maybe this case
will settle it.

Merital nepotism.

First murder I ever
worked was a child.

Guy?

Ta.

Yeah.

Laura Johnson was her name.

Wee thing.

Stuffed under a bath by her dad.

DI looked at me and he said,

"One day, son, this will all be
water off a duck's back."

That day never came? No.

Never came.

I don't know if that's a blessing
or a curse.

Body is that of a Caucasian male
presumed to be Jason Forbes.

Multiple small larvae around the
neck and shoulders.

Thank you.

They seem young, maybe first
or second instar stage.

Development may have been delayed
due to the cold weather.

What looks like dehydrated skin
on his knuckles...

...and lower border of the mandible.

Any idea what caused it?

Sorry. Decomposition's too advanced.

Body decomposition's progressing
at different rates.

Some marbling.

Skin slippage.

The cagoule served as a
windshield.

The covered skin hasn't dried out -
it was kept moist by the fabric.

Does that help us with time
of death?

Given decompositional changes,

weather conditions
and surrounding plant growth,

I can tell you now that the body
wasn't lying there for months,

more like four to six weeks.

Bottom line is, you didn't
miss him back in September.

He wasn't there.

So five months elapsed between
Jason's abduction and death.

Dead or alive, it's likely he was
brought here by a vehicle. Agree?

Agreed.
Even if he was carried to the ditch.

Any idea which direction?

Yeah.

Maybe he's carrying Jason
toward the ditch, loses balance,

they both go over.

Could explain the broken reeds.

Now, assuming he kept
on the same trajectory,

it's likely he was coming
from the barn.

Wire's been cut.

Might get a tool mark.

Strip of fabric.

There are two gunshot wounds
to the back.

Note the circular entry wound
with an abrasion collar

and there are
punctate tattooing marks.

Now, looking at the leg wound...

...this is a larger irregular defect.

No searing soot deposition
or tattooing,

suggesting that this was
fired at distance,

whereas those wounds were fired
at close range.

Based on the wounds, I'd say a rifle
or a handgun was most likely.

Maybe Jason was running away.

- Bullet to the leg brought him down.
- Possible.

Any evidence of sexual assault?

No, but, given the state of
decomposition,

I wouldn't expect to find any.

What we can say is that
a bleach-based agent

was deployed around the groin area.

You can see the discoloration
on the boxer shorts.

I've swabbed for DNA.
We'll see what comes back.

Are you OK?

Do you want to sit down?

I just want to nail this bastard.

Makes sense that he'd park
up in here, screened from the road.

This broad track seems
to be the dominant one.

Nikki, I've got a briefing
back in Hartford later...

- be great if you could come.
- Sure.

This is where it happened.

You all right?

Claire?

That takes you to the judo club.

A witness, Hannah Divine,
was picking up her daughter.

She was the last person
to see Jason alive.

Well, last but one.

You said you thought Jason
was taken by someone he knew.

He was a smart lad...

wouldn't have just gotten
into a stranger's car.

What about forcible abduction?

It's a quiet road.

No, I don't buy it.

We would have found some
trace evidence.

No way he just took off?

Nah. We looked into it.

Stable family life,
popular at school.

No reason to run and no phone
activity after he vanished.

Hannah did provide another bit
of testimony

that we never squared away.

She saw a pick-up parked right there.

She thought that someone
was behind the wheel.

Just to be clear,

everything pertaining to pathology
and forensics

goes through Nikki and Jack,
respectively.

We've now established that Jason
was killed four to six weeks ago

and was placed in the ditch
at Mayhew Farm.

Obviously, that leaves five
months unaccounted for

between his abduction
and his murder.

He was shot in the back twice
and once in the leg.

We're checking ballistics,

looking like either a rifle
or a handgun at this stage.

I know I sound like a stuck
record, Aidan,

but where are we with Wilde?

His dad says he's on a job
in London.

Sometimes he stays over,
but he has no way of contacting him

because he ditched his mobile.

Anything on the farm, John?

Yeah, we might have some
tyre treads.

Yeah, we think the killer arrived
in a vehicle,

parked up here, at the barn,

and carried Jason across here,
through the bushes, to a ditch.

- What have we got on the farm itself?
- Owned by a Leah Mayhew.

Had a stroke six months ago.

The farm's up for sale and has no
link with Malcolm Wilde.

Hello, sir. Go on, Claire,
don't mind me.

What made you suspect
Wilde in the first place?

Weak alibi. Home alone with a cold.

Plus, he knew the victim

and Jason's dad got him fired
from working with the Scouts.

We also found Jason's prints on
an Evian bottle in Wilde's van.

Day after Jason were missing,

we found shoeprints matching Wilde's
trainers in the Forbes' Garden.

It gelled with our thinking
that the killer had studied Jason

and studied his routine.

He knew he did judo on Thursdays
and he knew he walked home alone.

Right, but, in the words of the CPS,

a size nine isn't a fingerprint...
wasn't enough.

That's all about to change.

I've never had any doubt
that we're after a local.

When a kid's abducted,
despite what people want to believe,

the person responsible is unlikely
to be an outsider,

a depraved stranger
invading the homestead.

Nine times out of ten...

...it's someone closer to home.

- Friend, neighbour...
- Clarissa?

...member of the family
hidden in plain sight.

Clarissa's got something.

Best if you hear from herself.

OK, you're good.

Wilde took his locksmith site
down this morning,

roughly an hour
after Jason's body was discovered.

- What a coincidence.
- Right.

So I dug deeper, specifically
the domain provider's web cache,

- which allowed me to restore most of the site.
- Nice work.

I think I know why he took it down.

Have a look
at the testimonial page.

Wilde's on the left.

The other man is Liam Mayhew.

- When was it taken?
- 2015.

Wilde fitted locks on a barn
and a cow shed.

So he knew his way
around Mayhew Farm.

It's not a stretch he knew
about Mayhew's stroke.

No stretch at all.

Get his picture up,

but low-key, just someone
we want to talk to.

OK. Thanks, everyone.

- Tim Holloway.
- Nikki Alexander.

- This is Jack Hodgson.
- Hi.

So pleased to have the Lyell
on this.

Have you got a minute, Claire?

Sure.

Spoke to CPS,
bagged us a new appointment,

Jane Keller. Won't be a pushover,
but she won't give us the crap

- we got last time we tried to get Wilde over the line.
- Great news.

I'd like to keep an open mind,

just so his defence
can't peg us as tunnel-visioned.

Open mind about what?

Other lines of inquiry...

the pick-up, the guy that checked
into the Roebuck.

What's the biggest bear trap
SIOs fall into?

- Um, split focus.
- Split focus. Wilde is your suspect, Claire.

You found him, you led the team
up the mountain after him.

Keep him tied to the body,
the dump site,

you won't even need a confession.

Yes, sir.

We always believed the perpetrator
to be from the local community

and this morning's tragic discovery
appears to bear that out.

Is it Jason?

I'm sorry to have to tell you that
the body recovered from the farm

is that of Jason Forbes, yes.

Is Malcolm Wilde still a suspect?

He's a person of interest and we'd
very much like him to contact us,

either directly or via his
solicitor.

Jack, you said Malcolm Wilde didn't
have any registered firearms, right?

He doesn't.I thought I'd run his
dad's name up the flagpole,

seeing as they're co-habiting.

Robert Wilde has two registered
firearms.

We searched his place in October,

no guns that I recall.

That's because he only registered
them in January.

That's a warrant.

What do you want?

Hello, Robert.

Still no word from Malcolm?

A warrant to search your house.
And collect and test fire your guns.

Why is your son in London?

Gets no work around here,
thanks to you.

And you've really no way
of reaching him?

He ditched his mobile
cos of the obscene calls.

The guns are new purchases, right?

Needed to let off a bit of steam,
you know, so I joined a gun club.

Nothing to see here.

We're good.

- Thanks.
- Don't hurt yourself.

I'll be grand.

- Does Malcolm know the combination?
- No.

Do you ever leave it unlocked?

- What a stupid question.
- Well, we all make mistakes.

Excuse me.

- Clarissa.
- Hi, Jack, you're on speakerphone.

All right.

I isolated the tyre marks
from Mayhew Farm.

Most prominent
tread is a Realto Performo,

not many circulating in the UK

since they were bought out
by Goodyear in 2015.

All right, great stuff.

Any chance you can fire me
over the isolated tread?

I already have. And the green
fabric from the fence...

65% poly, 35% cotton mix

with a distinctive
anti-static grid weave.

Distinctive enough to source?

My money's on heavy-duty overalls,
but no joy on a make,

not so the stain.

It's a graphite lubricant,
specifically designed for locks.

Apparently superior
to wet oils and WD40,

- the brand name is Bixley.
- Bixley.

Got it.

Realto Performo - all of them.

Yeah.

- Too narrow for our tyre mark.
- Yeah.

Ours was more like that.

Nice rig. Did Malcolm ever take it
out?

- No.
- Yeah, didn't think so.

That's a lot of tyres.

Realto went under.

- The distributor's down the road there.
- Going cheap?

Yeah.

Where does Malcolm do his off-site
locksmithing since he moved in?

- Do you want to see down here or what?
- Yeah.

The green fabric you found is likely
from a boiler suit...

the oil staining it
is Bixley's lubricant.

Can't see any tear.

- Could have a couple spare.
- Maybe.

- And...
- Why not new phone?

Hard to do his job without one.

Was Wilde placed under surveillance?

Yeah.

- When?
- Two weeks, mid-October.

Why?

Just wondering how he kept
Jason hidden away

when he was the subject of
so much attention.

Hi. I can't talk at the moment.

Can it wait until tonight?

Martin.

OK. Come on up.

Sorry, Nikki.

Is there an office
that I can borrow?

My husband...

...is here.

Sure.

- Hi, darling.
- Hi.

This is Dr Alexander.

- Oh.
- Hi.

Look, I told you,
that's his old charger.

He doesn't have a phone.

Yeah, I thought you'd say that.

I get it, Robert.

You're trying to protect your son.

I'd do the same if I was in your
shoes.

But, by him running away,
he's just digging his hole deeper.

How did you come by those scratches
on your neck?

Some moron kicked
off about his MOT bill.

Right.

It's just... scratches like those
suggest you were the aggressor.

Called me a prick. I lamped him.

So it wasn't any adjustment issues
with Malcolm moving back home?

We just want to talk to him, Robert.

The sooner that happens,
the better, especially for him.

This village...

...it's his whole world.

Mine, too.

And we're finished here.

Finished.

Last number dialled.

Are you OK?

I just need to get some air.

He was asking me to
step down as SIO.

Wow. Maybe this is selfish,

but I have given everything
to this case.

I've lived and breathed
it since September.

And I promised Tina and Pete
that I would get them justice.

We can't give up, not now.

Congratulations, by the way.

Thanks.

We're very fortunate.
We don't exactly rely on my salary

for our next meal, so...

- ...the way my husband sees it...
- There's no need for you to work.

Not now.

Do you have children?

No. No, I don't.

Is there a Mr Nikki?

Er...

...yeah.

Took way too long to answer that.

Are you ready to tell me
the real reason

why you ditched the local lab?

The decision was taken
over my head, Nikki.

Got a current mobile for Malcolm.

It's just pinging off one mast.

The M4.

It's a rural area.

He's static.

- He's not on the motorway.
- Which basically leaves one location.

- Boss? - Where are you?
- En route to Lyell.

We think he's at Dinton Services.

Five minutes away, give or take.

- Hear that?
- Yeah. Can you get there if I organise backup?

- I don't want to miss him. - Will do.
- No heroics.

That's his van.

Borrows his dad's tyres,
why not his truck?

Mm-hm. I'll go find him.

I'll be the welcome party, then.

Malcolm.

Malcolm!

Ugh!

Watch out!

Hey, you, get out of there!

Hey!

Where are you going?

Stay down.

Fresh marks.

Malcolm Wilde, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of murder.

I'm so sorry, Pete.

I saw you at the press conference.

This is not a good idea.

You should be with Tina.

It's Tina.

Take it.

Yeah, sweetheart?

The police have been in touch.

They've arrested Malcolm Wilde.

- Jack?
- Yeah.

Results are back on
Jason's histology section.

Any surprises?

On decomposition,
the body generates gases

which create bubbles in the tissue
like so.

- So far, so normal?
- Yeah, and to look at

these slit-like marks are similar.

They're consistent with something
more unusual... freezing.

- Jason's body was frozen.
- Correct.

So the ballpark that he died four to
six weeks ago needs to be adjusted.

Could have died months ago.

You two have just been to Wilde
senior's residence, right?

Yeah, we've had that pleasure.

You see a freezer big enough
to store a body?

You'd better get
back out there then.

And your top, please.

Nasty bruises.

I was fitting an alarm box
and I fell off my ladder.

Onto what?

Railings.

OK.

I'm done.

MacNeil!

Down here!

Downstairs.

We'll get this freighted to
the Lyell tonight.

Clothing, trace, tyre treads, location...

all pointing at you, Malcolm.

Someone set me up...

it's the only explanation.

- Saw my name in the paper.
- Your name was never in the paper...

- we made sure of that.
- Online then, Twitter.

You did nothing about that, did you?

Come on, Malcolm.

We both know you're guilty.

- So does your dad.
- No.

No.

My dad believes me,
he's the only one that does.

Let's take a break.

- OK. Is that it?
- Yeah.

Thanks, Nikki.

- I've just got a couple of questions.
- That's OK.

Can you go into a bit more detail
about Malcolm's injuries, please?

Er, sure.

I've seen that exact bruising
only twice before...

both times in a military context.

So, in your expert opinion,
Malcolm's lying?

About falling onto railings?

Yes.

Tell me again how you think
the bruising was caused.

Well, I'm almost certain it's the
result of a blanket party,

where, typically,
the victim is held down

and beaten with
something like a sock

filled with one or more bars of
soap.

Hurts like hell,
but the bruising fades fast.

Yeah, still traumatic
to be on the receiving end...

not to mention humiliating.

Bullshit! Total bullshit! Hey, you!

Looks like that rang a bell.

It wasn't my dad.

What did you do to make him
lose his temper so badly?

I told you,

I fell on a railing.

Can I speak to you?

I think his dad beat the truth
out of him.

- What the hell was that?
- What?

Why didn't you just ask me
to say that to his face?

- Because I knew you'd say no.
- I'm not your puppet!

It's not my fault you're desperate
and he's not cracking.

- Look at the forensics.
- Asking me to Jason's parents'

I thought was unorthodox,
but well-meant.

Tricking me into menacing a suspect,

- that is something else entirely!
- He did it, Nikki,

and I will do whatever it takes to
get it over the line with the CPS.

- "Whatever it takes"?
- It's either that or he walks free again.

If I get adversarial,
I'm compromised.

Perspective and integrity
go out of the window

and then I'm no good to anyone.

Long day.

Apology accepted.

I want to make a statement.

Yeah, we were just leaving.

Will do.

Hey.

That beating you gave Malcolm,

we have no time for denials,

but we will assume the worst.

In here.

That's why I went for him.

Parcel came in the post...

...addressed to Mr Wilde.
Thought it was for me.

What are those pills?

Oh, some long name.

They were... to stop sexual urges.

Suppress them or something.
I don't know.

When I confronted Malcolm,

he was mortified.

He finally admitted to...

...you know...

...he liked kids.

He said he wanted to stop it.

He was ashamed.

Seemed to think
that would reassure me.

He was wrong about that?

How to kill a beast, eh?

I lost it.
I had to find out what he'd done!

If you lot are right about Jason...

And you knew how to make him talk.

I'll never forgive myself
for the rest of my life.

I'll never get his screams
out of my head.

What did Malcolm say?

Nothing.

He stuck to his story.

He was innocent.

By the time I finished...

...I believed him.

I've had urges my whole life.

I'm not proud of it, but I've...

...I won't say made my peace with it.

There is no peace.

It's something that
I've learned to manage...

...control even.

At the same time,

I've learned that fighting
the urges doesn't work.

I need help, therapy, drugs.

You can't do it alone.

And working for the Scouts,
being surrounded by young boys,

that was tempting fate, surely?

I was testing that control
and I passed...

whatever lies Peter Forbes fed you.

- It wasn't just Peter that had concerns.
- Jason Forbes...

Jason knew the truth.

Told me he was sorry
about what his dad had done.

He was no bloody pillar
of the community!

- He was shagging Jason's judo teacher, for one!
- Bullshit!

They got together every Tuesday,

when his mum worked
the late shift at the hospital.

And I thought...

"I can use that.

"I can turn his life to shit,
like he has mine."

You went round there?

When?

Two days before Jason went missing.

Hi.

I'm outside.

You're sure it was a pick-up?

Ford Super Duty maybe?

My dad's a mechanic.
I know cars.

One moment, please.

We never went public about the
pick-up

that Hannah Devine
saw from the trees.

He must have heard
her testimony somehow.

Or he's telling the truth...

...and he did see a pick-up
outside the Forbes' house.

Hello?

Hello?!

I want to see my dad.

I want to see my dad!