All language subtitles for Silent Witness S24E05

Monsieur Rahul!

Il est la, mon sauveur.

Bonjour.

Merci, Monsieur.

Merci du fond du coeur.

Dieu vous benisse.

Is Mr Okoye ready for the theatre?

Morning. Morning.

Morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

We're down to ten fentanyl. 200.

What's he doing here?

Have we sent?

What's going on? Where's Mr Sayeed?

Oh, a change in plan.

I'm operating.

I don't think so.

Do you want to take it up
with the Medical Director?

First case is a Hickman line.

Mr Rahul?

Take a message. I'll call them back.

He says it's urgent.

Mm.

Yes, I got your little note.

Stay where you are.

Dan, get the on-call anaesthetist
to come and take over.

I'm not having this.

Go into the hospital and find out

what we can and can't cordon off,
realistically.

- All right? Off you go.
- Hey, Steve, you good?

It's Adam.

Dr Yuen? Forensic medical examiner.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, all right.
How you doing, Doc?

Yeah, I heard you got the DI's job.
Congratulations.

Are you taking the piss?

Steve Galloway.

Detective Sergeant.

Jack Hodgson, forensics.

Nikki Alexander, pathologist.

Mm.

Our victim is a Mr Arnie Rahul,

consultant surgeon, 48 years old.

And this place is?

It's supposed to be
the new operating theatre,

but they got the wiring spec all
wrong so they've got to redo it all.

Our taxpayers' money at work.

Blood staining on the clothes
suggests penetrating wound

to the chest.

Evidence of a struggle.

No defensive wounds.

Hands are clean.

No abrasions.

Bruising.

He fell, face down, and then moved.

Or was moved.

Smearing on the floor is
consistent with this.

The assailant would have had
extensive cross-contamination

with the victim's blood.

I'll say.

A lot of blood.

Extensive spatter.

Yeah. Looks like a frenzied attack.

Could be from multiple sources.
We'll see.

Right.

All right.

What's this?

Smaller droplets of blood here.

This is different.

Hm. What if...

..he took a swing at his assailant...

Mm-hm?

..hits him in the face,
gives him a bloody nose?

The assailant bleeds...

..continues to bleed.

Huh.

Maybe he wipes his nose with his hand,

leaves blood on the door handle

on his way out?

So not the victim's blood?

I don't think so.

Steve?

Oh, look.

Our new Detective Inspector.

Guv.

Hi.

DI Ruth Cracknell.

Hi.

So the victim was about to start
an operation in theatre

number 7, upstairs,

gets a phone call, walks out,

never comes back.

And was that the last place
he was seen alive?

- Mm-hm.
- We should seal that off, then, too.

All yours, Steve.

Right.

February, March at the latest.

A word.

Emily.

How nice to see you.

Would you excuse us for a moment,
please?

Is this anything to do with you?

What are you talking about?

My grant, from the
Cancer Research Council.

Five years of research money,

- gone.
- I heard.

Oh, you heard.

Emily, what do you want?

You sit on their advisory board.

You can persuade them
to reverse the decision.

That's the least you owe me.

Your funding was suspended
because a key member of your team

is a total liability.

That is a lie.

Then prove it, and maybe
they'll reconsider your grant.

Don't worry. I will.

So...

..I hear they're floating
your little company.

Going to make millions
from my research at St Jude's?

Look, erm...

..shouldn't you answer that?

Listen, we don't have to be at war.

- Maybe the Cowley Institute can help.
- How?

Well, if you've got some
good projects ready to go,

maybe our foundation could step in
with some funding.

Oh, I get it.

I show you all my data
and you steal that as well.

Emily, Emily, Emily.

Your original stem cell work
was brilliant.

Brilliant.

But for years you tried
and failed to turn it into

a viable cancer treatment.

We made that crucial step.

That's all.

Everyone knows Edison
didn't invent the light bulb.

He just made it work.

Edison was an arsehole.

Professor, there's an urgent call
for Dr Braithwaite.

CCTV, guv.

There's a clip of him crossing the
corridor from the operating theatre.

He's fully scrubbed - gloves, gown.

What's that in his hand?

Looks like a syringe and needle.

Mm. A very big, long, sharp needle.

- You all right, Steve?
- Mm.

Well, that could be the murder weapon.

And the gloves and gown
are all missing.

Yeah, we're searching all the bins
in the vicinity.

Good luck with that.

Sorry?

This is a hospital.

It produces a ton of rubbish
every six hours.

You think you're going to find

a pair of bloodstained gloves in
that lot?

What about the needle? You'd put
that in a sharps bin, wouldn't you?

Same problem.

There's a finite number of
sharps bins.

And they are changed less frequently.

If we found it, we'd get DNA,
maybe prints.

It might tell us
the assailant's movements.

Steve, you heard the man.

Bag up every sharps bin
in this hospital.

What's the time?

Mum, don't get anxious.

I'm not standing for this.

Right, I want interviews with
all the staff working with

Arnie Rahul today.

And identify and inform
the next of kin.

Be discreet, yeah?

Who's in charge here?

Detective Inspector Cracknell.

You are?

Dr Braithwaite, Medical Director.

I'm afraid you can't just shut down
an operating theatre.

Unfortunately, it's now a
crime scene and a police matter.

But we have patients needing
urgent treatment.

I can get a warrant, Dr Braithwaite.

Can I suggest something?

Sorry. Nikki Alexander, pathologist.

Ah, that we seal off
the theatre for...

..what do you think, four hours?

Yeah, that'd work.

Very well.

Four hours.

Not a minute longer.

Hey.

Come on. Shift.

Dr Braithwaite!

Oh! Mum, you all right?

Are you OK?

We've been waiting an hour.

Mrs Fletcher, I-I'm terribly sorry.

Come this way.

Can we get you a wheelchair, maybe?

I'm not dead yet.

Thanks.

Pleasure.

Rahul was scrubbed up,
ready to start the operation.

It was a Hickman line.

Dr Mitchell, we don't all share your
knowledge of medical procedures.

It's a long-term vascular
access device

for people who need chemotherapy
or blood transfusions or whatever.

It's a minor procedure.

And what happened then?

Rahul got a phone call,

and left.

Just walked out.

Is it true you two had
an argument before surgery?

Nothing to speak of.

But you said he shouldn't
be operating.

Not after the Harry Fletcher incident.

Who's Harry Fletcher?

A patient.

Arrested on the table
during surgery last week.

Currently dying on ICU.

Trust investigation blamed
the anaesthetist.

Do you disagree with
the investigation's findings?

We don't believe the current
management has assessed

Dr Rahul's performance
with sufficient...

..objectivity.

Arnie Rahul. Asian male. Age, 48.

Facial contusions.

Bruising and abrasion of
the lower vermilion border.

Consistent with blunt force trauma.

Loose lower-left central incisor.

Single puncture wound
to the left chest wall.

Lateral to the sternum.

Third interspace.

CT shows multiple rib fractures.

Rahul's phone, ID badge
and locker key.

Great. You're going to check that
for texts and calls, right?

Yeah, of course.

Come here. There's something else
I want to show you.

Right. This.

This is a central line insertion
kit like the one Rahul had, OK?

And it was all there

in the theatre,

except for the needle and syringe.

You OK?

Yeah, fine.

You don't look fine.

It's just, erm...

..I don't like needles.

Oh, mate.

You are so on the wrong investigation.

It's not funny, all right?

Long story short,

we're looking for one of these.

Oh...

So Arnie Rahul died from a
puncture wound to the chest.

The weapon caused penetrating
injuries to the ascending aorta,

a three-centimetre tear to
the superior vena cava,

and then the upper lobe
of the right lung,

leading to extensive hemopneumothorax.

Injuries are consistent with
a central line insertion needle.

If he just got stabbed with a needle,

how come there was so much blood?

What is it, 18-gauge?

Stick that into a big artery
and blood'll flow out

like a high-pressure hose.

He also had facial bruises...

..and several broken ribs.

So he took quite a beating?

No.

Chest compressions.

CPR?

Why would you kill someone
then try and revive them?

There's something else.

Blood alcohol level, three times
the legal driving limit.

Share certificates.

Talogen Biosciences.
You ever heard of them?

No.

Uh-oh.

It's called vacuum metal deposition.

Shows up fingerprints.

How does it work, then?

A tiny amount of gold, and then
zinc, are vaporised inside.

The gold sticks to everything
except the fingerprint

and the zinc sticks to only the gold,

so we get a reverse
image of the print.

Five minutes on defrost?

Right, two male DNA profiles
at the scene.

One matches Rahul.

The other is not on the database,

and presumably belongs
to the attacker.

This profile was found in spatter,

roughly head-height
and on the door handle,

which suggests the attacker
may have facial injuries.

The fibre analysis is interesting.

Its predominant population's
consistent with standard-issue

surgical scrubs.

So everyone in the room
was wearing scrubs?

Looks like it.

So a staff member?

What would he do with the scrubs?

They'd go to the laundry
with a million others.

Right, Steve, you need to tell
the hospital to hold on to

any used scrubs.

What do we know about Rahul?

Erm, general surgeon,

worked at St Jude's for ten years.

Good reputation,

although he's fallen out
with a few people recently.

Surgeons, eh?

Erm, divorced,

financial difficulties.

We did find something interesting
in his locker.

A share certificate for
a company called Talogen.

- Talogen?
- Yeah.

That's a spin-out from the
Cowley Institute of Oncology.

Professor Adrian Cowley.

World expert in gene editing.

So Rahul is drinking, he's not
getting on with his colleagues.

He gets a threatening note,
then he gets a phone call.

Well, yeah, what do we know
about that?

Ah, male voice. Unidentified.

Then he leaves theatre,
feels the need to...

..pick up a weapon on the way,

gets into a fight, ends up stabbed.

Here we go.

Linda Fletcher.

Arrested for criminal damage in 1989.

Pre-'95, so no DNA on file.

Well, you said the DNA at the scene
was male. Yeah.

Accomplice, then?

Fletcher.

Harry Fletcher was Rahul's patient.

He had a cardiac arrest
during an operation.

He's still on intensive care.

Dr Mitchell claimed Rahul
botched the surgery,

but the hospital blamed
the anaesthetist.

Adam?

Jack, hi.

Where'd you get to?

Well, I had to nip home to
sort something out.

I won't be long.

Oh, OK.

Give me a shout when you get back, eh?

Will do.

Guv.

Linda Fletcher?

I'm Detective Inspector
Ruth Cracknell.

Linda, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of the murder

- of Arnie Rahul.
- What?

What are you doing?

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence...

Mum? ..if you do not mention when
questioned... Right, take it easy.

..something you later rely on
in court. Anything you do say will

be given in evidence.

She's 70 years old.
She's just got cancer.

- How could she murder anyone?
- Where were you between the hours of

- 8:30 and 9:30 this morning?
- Mum!

Look, they just turned off
my dad's life support.

- Take it easy. Look, take it easy!
- Leave me alone.

Mum!

One more step
and you will be arrested.

You know, I shouldn't be
talking to you.

But it's been such a long time.

So... forensic pathology.

How did that happen?

It's an endlessly fascinating field.

Do you get back to Singapore much?

Maybe once a year.

Do you know they asked me to be
examiner at your old medical school?

That was a trip down memory lane.

It's all changed, of course.

Since your father and I
ran the lab there together.

Adam, I have a favour to ask you.

It's a sensitive matter.

One of our patient's life support
has been turned off today.

Harry Fletcher.

I want you to do the postmortem.

The surgeon in that case
was Arnie Rahul, wasn't it?

Yes.

Technically, that would be
a conflict of interest.

I need someone I can trust.

He was a good man.

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Excellent.

In return, you have to tell me
something about Rahul.

Hm.

Did you know he had shares
in Talogen Biosciences?

Cowley.

It's not enough that
he stole all my research,

he's trying to poach all my staff.

Can you open your mouth?

All done.

You know, my mum, she, erm...

She hated that surgeon,

but there's no way she could...

I'm really sorry about your dad.

Yeah. He only came in for
a routine operation.

You know Rahul, he came in after
and he said that...

there'd been some problem
with the anaesthetic.

And then this anaesthetist,
she comes in,

and she's sat with Mum
for ages, saying,

"Oh, how sorry I am because
I didn't spot Dad's heart disease."

But that's bullshit.

That is bullshit because
Dad didn't have any heart disease.

Don't tell me you've changed your mind.

No, but just to be clear,

we can't have any contact
while this is going on.

Don't worry.

Discretion is my middle name.

Just let me know what you
find at the postmortem.

No, I can't do that.

I report directly to the Coroner.

Emily?

Emily?

Where do you want them?

Oh, right. In the back, please.

OK. Come on.

Through the back.

Crikey.

I knew there'd be a lot,
but this is...

Yeah, there's another three
vanloads out there.

- What?
- Right, I've got to go.

We're going to pay this
Cowley bloke a visit,

see what these shares are all about.

Good luck with all that.

Where's Adam?

Not been in.

Want to give me a hand?

I don't like needles.

Ah, more.

Yes, this way.

That's excellent.

Professor Cowley?

Ah, two seconds.

Thanks. The advisory committee's
at ten.

Thanks, Jenny.

So... Dr Yuen, I can give you
15 minutes.

I don't want to interrupt.

Oh, not at all. This way.

Of course, we've met before,
haven't we?

You gave that fascinating
presentation on

single-cell RNA sequencing.

Well remembered.

What can I do for you?

There was an incident
yesterday at St Jude's.

Oh?

Do you know Arnie Rahul?

Well, I know of him.

I don't think we've ever met.

He's a Braithwaite acolyte.

Controversial fellow.

What's he done now?

He was murdered.

Attacked as he was about
to start an operation.

My goodness.

Did you know he owns shares
in Talogen Biosciences?

Are you sure?

It's your company.

Actually...

..it isn't.

My interest was placed in
a charitable trust years ago.

Talogen helps to keep
this place going,

but beyond that I'm out of the loop.

Well, you're right.

Mm.

Yes.

Here he is.

Acquired as a new share issue,
along with several other names.

Scientists, mainly.

How did you acquire them?

Oh, consultancy fees, I expect.

No, these people have all done
work for the company in exchange

for equity rather than cash.

It's quite common with spin-outs.

Do you think that's what
got him killed?

What do you mean?

Talogen's going to be floated
in a matter of weeks.

That stock will be worth a fortune.

Who knows what he'd got himself into.

Well, thank you for your time.

Not at all.

And do keep in touch.

A bright lad like you should
keep his options open.

Professor.

Interviewing witnesses?
Who does the man think he is?!

Yes, it was inappropriate.

It makes me look like I don't have
control of my own investigation!

Well, it won't happen again.

She's right.

Sorry.

I just thought, I know him a bit.

I thought it would be a good
contact to follow up on.

Just be aware whose toes
you're treading on, yeah?

So...

..Linda Fletcher has admitted
to writing the note,

but she denies any involvement
in the death of Arnie Rahul.

What have you got for me?

Neither Linda nor Jed Fletcher are
a match to the DNA at the scene.

And, as we know from
the fibre analysis,

they would've had to be
wearing scrubs.

Yeah, well, couldn't they have got
them from the linen cupboard?

Ah, no. Scrubs are issued
by a vending machine

inside the changing rooms.

You need a staff ID to get them.

So we'll be releasing
Linda Fletcher, then.

What about the patient?

The guy Rahul was going to operate on,
have we spoken to him?

Yeah. Ah...

Mr... Yeah, Wilfred Okoye.

Beninese national.

He's still in the hospital.

What's he going to know?

You won't find out unless you ask him.

- Mr Wilfred Okoye?
- Ah, oui.

I'm Detective Sergeant Steve Galloway.

Can I ask you a few questions?

I'm afraid Mr Okoye speaks
very little English.

Oh. Erm, sorry. And you are?

I am Reverend Kanu.

My church runs a charity that helps
people like Mr Okoye get

treatments that would
otherwise not be available.

Oh. I can translate if you wish?

That would be great. Thank you.

Mr Okoye, you're from Benin.

Vous etes Beninois?

Oui.

J'ai une maladie du sang.

Elle est tres courante dans ma region.

Yes, I have a blood disorder.

It is common in my region.

And how long have you known Mr Rahul?

Depuis combien de temps vous
connaissez Monsieur Rahul?

Depuis une semaine.

Just a week.

And, erm...

Ah...

Did you notice anything strange
about him?

Avez-vous remarque quelque chose
de bizarre chez lui?

Non.

C'etait un homme tellement gentil.

Pourquoi devrait-on voir
lui faire du mal?

No, he was such a kind man.

Why should anyone wish to hurt him?

Hm.

Vous allez bien, Monsieur?

Are you feeling OK?

Yes. Ah, sorry. I've just got a...

A little headache. Erm, sorry.

Erm... Merci, Mr Okoye.

Would it be possible to take
a swab of your mouth for DNA?

It's just for elimination purposes.

Serait-il possible de faire
un prelevement dans votre bouche

pour de l'ADN?

C'est juste a des fins d'elimination.

Ah, oui.

Allez-y.

Oh, don't worry.

He'll be fine.

Nikki, Harry Fletcher died yesterday.

Yes.

I was just been speaking
to the Coroner, and given

the crossover, I persuaded her
that his PM should be done here.

Do you agree?

Definitely. I'll do it.

I was going to ask if I could do it.

Erm...

No, I'm going to pull rank,
I'm afraid.

There's something strange
about all this.

I'm not exactly overworked
at the moment.

OK.

If you feel that way.

But we'll need to discuss
your findings straight away, yeah?

Of course.

Summarising postmortem examination,
Harry Fletcher.

Brain shows significant swelling,

flattened surface undulations.

The heart has a slightly
increased weight at 400g.

Mild left ventricular hypertrophy.

No valve abnormalities.

Coronary arteries free of atheroma.

No coronary or pulmonary thrombosis.

Yet preoperative ECG is
grossly abnormal.

Seen Nikki?

She's gone for the day.

She has some class or other
on Friday nights.

Class?

I don't know. Pilates or something.

Give her a ring.

Hey, Nikki.

Hope I'm not interrupting.

Harry Fletcher's autopsy...

Ah, where?

Hey, Jackie.

Hi.

Volunteering?

Jack thinks you're at pilates.

Oh. There you go.

So Harry Fletcher was admitted
for a routine gall bladder op.

Immediate cause of death is
hypoxic brain injury

caused by cardiac arrest.

The heart is surprisingly healthy.

However, very abnormal
preoperative ECG.

How do you square that?

On microscopic examination,
there is a small area

of inflammation in the heart muscle.

Myocarditis?

Mm.

Did you find it anywhere else?

No, just one small area.

What about the abdomen?

Gallstones, small superficial
haemorrhage on the surface of

the liver, otherwise unremarkable.

So what instruments had
they used in the operation?

A Veress needle, to fill
the abdomen with gas.

Could that have caused
the lesion on the liver?

Mm...

And what if gas was
pumped into the liver?

It would circulate to the heart
and cause cardiac arrest.

The operation notes stated that
the surgery hadn't started.

Anyway, there were no gas bubbles in
the heart or pulmonary circulation.

Well, he lived for a week afterwards.

It would've all be reabsorbed
in that time.

So how do you explain the ECG?

I can't.

Which makes me suspicious.

You think somebody switched the ECG?

Seriously?

What about Dr Braithwaite?

No, she wouldn't do that.

I mean, someone in her position
would have nothing

to gain from that.

OK.

Well, why don't you sleep on it?

Right.

Well, we'll see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Ah. I wasn't expecting to
see you again today.

Oh, I just came to collect these.

Ready for a morning in church
with screaming babies tomorrow?

Oh...

Do we have to go?

Yes, we do.

But you said you didn't want to go.

Why are you so keen all of a sudden?

Because our colleague invited us.

And I love seeing you all dressed up.

I have to dress up?

Do I have to wear a tie?

Wait, what's christening etiquette?

Do we have to bring something?

Here she is.

Hello!

Hello, you.

Hello.

Thanks for the gift.

Oh, I'm so glad you liked it.

Why don't you guys step inside
to the party?

I'm going to put her down for a nap,

and I'll come and see you in a sec.

OK.

Bye.

"I'm so glad you liked it!"

You don't even know what it was.

What was it?

One of those little mobile
things that hang over the cot.

Little wooden stars. You'd love it.

Mm. Are you actually good at this?

CHILD LAUGHS Oh...

Ah.

Gunshot wound to the chest!

Ohhh!

That will never come out.

Maybe you could chuck it in
the hospital laundry.

Here. I'll get you another.

Marie.

Emily!

I can't stay long.

I just wanted to mark
the happy occasion.

Adam.

Hi. Darling, why don't you go inside?

- I'll catch up with you in a sec.
- OK.

What are you doing?
My colleagues are here.

Don't worry.

But we need to talk.

About Harry Fletcher.

I can't discuss that with you.
You know that.

There's more at stake than you think.

All our research,
our life-saving research,

depends on clearing Arnie's name.

Our grant was suspended because
of the smears against Arnie.

I can get it back if I can prove
he was wrongly accused.

No.

Do you want everyone to know...

..what I know?

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. LAUGHTER

Hi.

Is that Emily Braithwaite?

Yes. She's Adam's godmother.

Excuse me.

You'd think he might have
mentioned it.

Mm-hm. It is a bit odd.

It's more than a bit odd.

It's a direct conflict of interest.

No wonder he was so keen
to do Fletcher's PM.

Are you going to confront him?

Not yet.

Can I be there when you do?

Hi.

Any news on the murder weapon?

Erm, we're about a third of the way
through the sharps bins.

Any central line needles
we find are tested for DNA,

but no matches so far.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.

But I've had an idea.

So we know Rahul's killer had on
some pretty bloodstained scrubs, OK?

We also assume that they were
disposed of in the hospital system.

So...

You take scrubs from one machine
with your ID badge,

and then when you've finished
you put them back in this machine

and your account is credited again.

Now, this machine takes
a photo of what you deposit,

to make sure you actually
put them back.

So?

Well, if we found the scrubs
themselves we might get some DNA,

but we've already got
the killer's DNA.

Yeah. And 8,000 suspects.

Yes. So I'm saying we look
at the photos instead,

find the ones that are heavily
bloodstained,

and hopefully, hopefully,
we get a staff ID.

Great idea, Jack.

Off you go Steve.

Come on Steve. Let's do this.

Oh, and we had a chat to Dr Benning.

The anaesthetist who got suspended.

Oh, yeah. What did she have to say?

Well, nothing useful.

She seems pretty messed up.

But she has asked
if she could see Rahul.

You OK with it?

- Yeah.
- All right. I'll set it up.

Great.

Dr Benning?

Nikki Alexander.

- Dr Mitchell.
- Hi.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Yeah.

If you'd like to come this way?

Would you give us a minute?

- No, I think I should...
- I'm fine.

Had you worked with Mr Rahul for long?

We were going to move in together.

You were in a relationship?

Well, he broke up with me
after the Fletcher incident.

That was the last time
I... heard his voice.

He was ill.

He was falling out with everybody
but that wasn't really him.

He was kind, he was caring,

he was funny.

He was brilliant,
brilliant at his job.

But everything he'd worked for
was slipping away.

Can I ask you...

..what do you think happened
to Mr Fletcher?

How should I know?

Nothing about that day
makes sense in my mind.

I thought I'd looked at his ECG,
but apparently I didn't.

And I thought the surgery
had started when he arrested,

but it hadn't.

Wait - why did you think that?

Well, I remem...

I thought I remembered Arnie
saying, "Gas on."

Meaning he'd turned on the gas
used to inflate the abdomen?

Yeah.

But afterwards...
Arnie looked me in the eye...

and he said that
that couldn't be true.

So I don't know what to believe.

How was that?

Benning was in a relationship
with Arnie Rahul.

- What?
- He called it off after the operation.

Interesting body language
with Mitchell too.

A love triangle?

So Rahul shags the girl you're
in love with, then dumps her

and gets her suspended.

Yeah, that'd make you pretty angry.

Mm-hm.

Or Mitchell is making groundless
accusations of incompetence

out of jealousy.

According to Dr Benning, the gas
used to inflate the abdomen

was turned on before
Fletcher collapsed.

She has every incentive to say that,

especially if she messed up.

I think Fletcher died as
a result of Rahul's negligence

and someone is covering it up.

I doubt it.

Occam's razor.

The simplest explanation
is usually correct.

So Adam's sticking to his guns.

What are you up to?

Looking at photos of dirty laundry.

If he says what I think
he's going to say,

then I'll have to tell the Coroner.

You sure you want to do that?

What, so everything's OK
if he agrees with you,

but if he contradicts you
that's a problem?

Oh, yeah, yeah, you're right.

Come on, you know me better than that.

Maybe Adam should've told us
about Braithwaite,

but it doesn't automatically
mean he's corrupt.

Then why all the secrecy?

Secrecy or privacy?

Hello.

What is a hospital cleaner doing
with heavily bloodstained scrubs?

Simi Jacobs?

Bit of a guilty conscience?

Hey.

So they made an arrest.

I just examined him at the station.

Got some DNA for you.

He's got a bruise over his eye,
and get this -

he has a puncture wound to the neck.

Really?

Bang to rights, I'd say,
and all down to your insane idea

about the scrubs.

Brilliant work.

Sorry, was...

Was that a compliment?

Adam?

You all set for Fletcher's inquest?

Yes, I've written his report.

Do you want to see it?

No. I can trust you, can't I?

The Fletcher family have been
through enough.

They're looking forward
to getting the truth.

Dr Yuen, have you reached a conclusion

regarding the cause of death?

The postmortem examination
confirmed that Mr Fletcher died

as a result of hypoxic brain injury.

This is consistent with a prolonged
period of circulatory arrest

that occurred during
an aborted surgical procedure

on 5th August, 2021.

You have just heard the trust
internal report, which suggests

that Mr Fletcher had pre-existing
cardiac disease.

Have you formed a view on
the cause of the cardiac arrest

during surgery?

Yes, ma'am.

Please, go on.

There was no significant
cardiac disease.

There was, however, a puncture wound
to the liver consistent with

the insertion of the Veress
laparoscopic insufflation needle

that records show was used
during the procedure.

It's my opinion that this needle was
inserted mistakenly into the liver,

and pressurised gas was
injected through it.

This gas entered
the venous circulation

and travelled to the heart,
causing cardiac arrest.

So how do you explain
the abnormal ECG?

That's a matter for a clinician.

But Mr Fletcher died because
of surgical error.

Adam!

What the hell was that?

The truth.

Arnie was not incompetent.

What does it matter? He's dead.

You have no idea what you've done.

This isn't over.

Well, you know what?

I don't respond very well to threats.

It's not a threat.

Looks like you had nothing
to worry about.

So Simi Jacobs.

Worked at St Jude's for two years.

He's denying everything.

Denies knowing Rahul, denies being
anywhere near the new theatres

at the time of the murder.

Says the bloodstains on his scrubs
were from a rubbish bag that split.

- Ha.
- How long till we get DNA back?

Any minute now.

Well, he has injuries consistent
with blunt force trauma to the face

and a puncture wound to the neck.

Yeah, it all fits. Aha.

Hot off the press. Thank you.

And Simi Jacobs...

..is not a match to the blood
found at the scene.

Oh, for goodness' sake!

Are we ever going to get a match
on that sample?

Yes.

Who is it?

Erm...

It's Wilfred Okoye.

- The patient?
- Mm.

That's impossible.

According to this, he's our killer.

Arnie Rahul was murdered by a man
who was under general anaesthetic

in a different room?

Bonsoir.

Thank you.

Who are you?

Oh...

Nikki?

Adam, we need to talk.

No, you need to listen.

When I applied for this job,
I falsified my CV.

What?

"February to August, 2008,

"Fellowship in surgery at the Heng
Medical Institute in Singapore."

It never happened.
I never went near the place.

I lied.

And Emily Braithwaite
tried to use this fact to

influence my findings in
the Fletcher case.

It's my letter of resignation.
Effective immediately.