All language subtitles for Silent Witness S03E07 Brothers in Arms (1)

WHISPERS I think
they've found something.

ARGH!

HE MOANS WITH PAIN

HE MOUTHS

ARGH!

RUN!

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- What is there?
- Double fatal on the bypass

and a 20-year-old who died
walking the dog. Dog-walker's mine.

My punishment for my day off?

If you want first
choice, come in early.

PHONE RINGS

Forensic Pathology.

Who's calling?..Sam!

Professor Alexander.

Charlie, hello. How are you?

You in Cambridge? How long for?

Oh, I'd love to.

What about tomorrow
evening at 8 o'clock?

At my place... Yeah,
it's a good idea. I will.

OK. Bye!

- Charlie?!
- Professor to you.

I know what he is. I've never
thought of him as Charlie.

We're old friends.

His wife and I were
at medical school.

- What does he want?
- Dinner.

- He'd like you to come.
- Really?

ENGINE RUNS

- Now!
- There's no time.

- Yeah!
- Oh, God!

- Sam!
- The results of the PM.

- Definitely suicide.
- Terrific!

- The parents think it was accidental.
- They're here. Shall I...?

No. I'll talk to them.

- Then the real post mortem begins.
- Come for dinner tomorrow.

Trevor'll be there and
an old friend of mine.

I'd love to, but my son's
here for a few days.

METALLIC HAMMERING

Mm! You're getting
better. Is it going to hold?

It'll do the job. Maybe!

When are you going
to see sense, Janey?

- You never give up, do you?
- No.

I am trying to make this work.

MACHINE FAILS TO START Damn!

You'll be harvesting
by hand at this rate.

- You'll get your money.
- Oh, yeah.

I'll believe that when I see it.

For God's sake, Phil. We
can't afford to lose Owen.

It's a bit late for that now.

We're sunk.

Why didn't you tell me?

- Why? What's it matter?
- Come on! We'll stall them.

It's too late.

They can have it
after the harvest.

That's always your
answer. Build up more debts!

- I'm trying to build SOMETHING!
- It's just on and on and ON!

CUP SMASHES Well,
why did you bring me here?

MACHINE CLANGS

- Hello, Michael!
- Helen! You're early.

Well, I like to think I can
still surprise my husband.

- You look great.
- Thanks.

- Where's David?
- At home.

Is anything wrong?

- Everything's fine.
- What's going on?

I was looking
forward to seeing him.

I thought we could
spend some time together.

Where are you taking me?

"Peacock Suit" by Paul Weller

I don't want you two pushing in.

- Owen.
- Al.

- How's it going?
- Bastard machine broke down.

The place is falling apart.

Want to work for me?

Right now, I'm the only
thing keeping them going.

Found something
worth staying for?

I've always liked a challenge.

- Dr Ryan.
- Bradley. What's this?

Dead bloke. What do you think?

Dead bloke. No doubt about it.

- You ever seen one like this?
- Several.

- He was trying to fix it.
- What, he stuck his head under there?

It's perception of risk.

- You think that machine's dangerous?
- Too right.

If you used it every day, you'd
think that risk had diminished.

- You were brought up in London?
- Yeah.

Country people
think that's dangerous.

They're not wrong.

At lunch, I had a yoghurt and
some sandwiches and biscuits.

I had chocolate with biscuit in.

- A fire engine came and we went in it!
- Oh, yeah!

I tried the helmet.
It was really heavy.

You had to pretend
there was an accident.

I sat in the driver's seat.

- What's going on?
- Do you live here?

Yeah, it's my farm.
What's going on?

- There's been an accident.
- What sort of accident?

If you went to the house...

The left arm, upper body and
head have taken most of the damage.

The body's wrapped
round the harvester blades

and the blades have passed
through into the upper part of the torso.

Two massive wounds
across the left side of the chest

and the lower
part of the ribcage.

Sugar?

Well, I've put it in
anyway. Good for shock.

I'm sorry about the delay. She
should be back any moment.

Where were you the
last couple of days?

Ah, you know me.
Having a good time.

- You look terrible.
- Cheers.

You don't know
how to enjoy yourself.

CAR DRIVES AWAY

OK, boys.

- Got any tea?
- No.

Want a snifter?

When I was a new recruit,
Sergeant-Major Grant

took a group of us on
exercise in Scotland.

One of the blokes
thought he'd be clever,

so he filled up his flask with
whisky. Keep himself warm.

When the going gets
tough, we need a drink.

All he's got's whisky,

but Grant wouldn't let anyone
share their water with him.

He had to lie down
in a burn to drink.

And the moral is?

Handle with care.

- Did you see my clients?
- They couldn't wait.

Damn!

- Where were you?
- Police road block at One Tree Farm.

- Why?
- Someone trapped under a harvester.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Wait a sec.

Claire Willis. Sorry
about the appointment...

- Don't jump to conclusions.
- Why not?

I saw him at lunchtime.

TREVOR WHISTLES

- Farm accident.
- Ouch!

The body's a well-nourished
Caucasian male in his early 30s.

There's a great deal of damage
to the upper part of his body.

Two massive lateral
cuts to the... chest.

And... on the abdomen.

Consistent with the passage of a
sharp-bladed machine over the body.

OK, Fred. Take a picture
there, there and here, please.

Mm-hm.

- We doing samples for toxicology?
- No. It's pretty straightforward.

I don't want the Coroner
screaming about unnecessary bills.

- 8 o'clock?
- Yeah, around then.

- What's on the menu?
- Haven't decided yet.

- What do you want?
- Don't mind.

As long as it's not sausages.

- What's this?
- Phil Nelson, the farmer who was killed.

Runs a farm with
his wife. They're skint.

In the morning, they learn
of a bankruptcy hearing.

In the afternoon, he
falls under the harvester.

- Should have stayed in bed.
- He'd agree with you.

A bit convenient, isn't it?

Thanks for coming in. This
is Michael Connor, my DI.

So, can you tell
me what happened?

- I've already told him twice.
- Indulge me, please. Tell the story.

I was, em... working the, er...
ten-acre field with the combine.

And the out-drive broke down.

It's, em... It's always
breaking down.

I couldn't fix it, so I... I went
and found Phil. And, er...

I told him there was a problem.

Go on.

He said he'd deal with it.

What did you do?

I, em... went to me
local, the Cranwell Arms.

But I never had a drink, if
that's what you're thinking.

- And then you went straight back?
- Yeah.

And what did you find?

The, em...

The field was empty, but, er...

..the engine was still running.

Does anyone else
work on the farm?

No, no, it's,
er... It's only me.

- Are you a partner?
- No.

And where was Mrs Nelson
when the accident happened?

She, em... I don't know, em...

Picking up the kids
from school, I suppose.

Well, thanks very much.

What do you think happened?

I shouldn't have left it to him.

He didn't know
what he'd be doing.

Well...?

Did you talk to
Phil Nelson's wife?

Not yet. She was in a bad way.

So is her husband.

So what you reckon?

What does Dr Ryan say?

KNOCKS ON DOOR

You're keen. I
haven't finished yet.

That's OK. I can wait.

I bet you could be a
really dangerous woman.

Well, you must know a thousand
ways to commit the perfect murder.

You should treat
me with respect, then.

What if you wanted to kill
someone? No guns, no knives.

- How would you do it?
- Why do you ask?

Just interested.

Probably with a blow
to the back of the head.

It's easy, quick, and can
be made to look like a fall.

The trick would be to set up
the scene of the accident as well.

If you thought a murder HAD been
covered up, how would you prove it?

Sometimes you can't.

DOOR OPENS

Trevor?

Can I help you?

I'm Alastair Rogers. Phil
Nelson was a friend of mine.

- I've just heard.
- Well, I'm very sorry,

but you shouldn't be in here.

I can't get any
sense from the police.

I just want to know
what happened.

I'm still writing my report,
but I'd say it was an accident.

My God.

What a terrible way to die.

- Where are the kids?
- They're staying with a friend.

I haven't told them yet.

- What did they say?
- I gave them a statement.

It's all they wanted. A few
questions and a statement.

I thought we were seeing
each other this evening?

Why aren't you ready?

You've obviously
found better company.

Don't keep doing this, Ian.

Find someone else to go
with. I'm not in the mood.

What the hell's wrong with you?

It wasn't your friend.

Oh, I think it was.

Claire!

Stay.

Please?

I didn't think this place would be so
cold. You must have hated being here.

I didn't have much choice.

I've missed you.

Have you? I don't
remember any phone calls.

I'm sorry I hurt you, but it
wasn't easy for me either.

- I didn't start an affair.
- You were never around!

- I always felt second best.
- I never thought that.

I'm not seeing him anymore.

Michael, I made a mistake.
Once in 11 years, and I'm sorry.

- Can't you just stop being angry?
- Please don't do this. Not now.

I want us to be a family
again. You, me, David.

- Et voila!
- Thank you!

- Wow! This looks smart.
- There's more where that came from.

Did you get it from
the College cellar?

We can't let him
think we're cheap.

- Has he ever asked about me before?
- Why do you ask?

He wants something.

Such as?

There are more head-hunters
here than in Borneo.

Give that a stir.

DOORBELL RINGS

- Charles! How are you?
- Fine, Sam.

Good to see you.

- I know you like the good things in life!
- I do!

- Hi. Trevor.
- Good to meet you.

Have you got a garden?

DOG BARKS

Sergeant Bradley.

- I thought you'd have gone home.
- I live here.

- In the farmhouse?
- No. In the annexe.

- So, why are you here?
- What's it to you?

Jane was all alone with the
kids. I was worried about her.

So, you work nights
as well as days now?

- I don't clock on and off.
- So, how is she?

She's sleeping. The
doctor give her a shot.

- What do you want?
- To talk to her.

You won't find her
out here, will you?

Well, I'll come back
in the morning, then.

Yeah. You do that.

- That was delicious.
- Thank you.

What a wonderful wife
someone's missed out on!

- That's medicine's gain.
- Take no notice. He's teasing.

- How's Wyn?
- Happy, I think. She's in Ireland.

- You miss her?
- Yeah. But I keep busy.

She's wedded to her work.

- How about you?
- I'm divorced.

- I meant professionally.
- We work well together.

We complement each other.

Sorry, I'm prying.

- No.
- You are. Why?

I'll put my cards on the table.

You know there's no Chair of
Forensic Pathology in London.

Yeah.

- Well, we're going to create one.
- Excellent idea!

I meant to sound out Sam alone first.
Then I thought I'd speak to you both.

We'll be offering all the usual
perks, plus a merit award.

So, I have to ask how you'd
feel if I broke up your partnership.

It'd be a wonderful
opportunity for Trevor.

Ah, er... Trevor, you'd
be an excellent candidate.

But, Sam, we're asking you.

Ian.

Ssh.

- I just need some air.
- It's OK.

It's just a dream.

Ssh.

It's OK.

BUZZER SOUNDS

Check those.

What do you mean
"You're not sure"?

I've spent six years in
London. Why would I go back?

Power? Money? To corrupt
impressionable students?

For you, Sam.

Oh, thanks.

- This has got to be a hoax.
- Maybe, but I've got to be sure.

You haven't made a
mistake. Look at him.

A case of man meets machine.

Machine wins.

You don't even know
what you're looking for.

If there IS
something, I'll find it.

Take a look at this.

I'll be damned.

This means there's
someone to blame.

- I want to help you!
- Did you pay for your coffee?

- I thought you weren't interested?
- I should look. Go down for a day.

- Is there an interview?
- Yeah.

- I won't get it.
- You will.

You'll be all grand and
elevated. Professor Ryan!

Sam to you!

I'll have to make
appointments to see you.

You mentioned it to Connor?

Why should I?

No reason.

I'm reopening the post
mortem on Philip Nelson,

following new information.

There's a wound on his neck

which seems to pre-date the other
wounds caused by the combine.

I'll start with that wound.

OK.

Glass!

There's a wound in the neck, cutting
through the common carotid artery.

Dr Ryan took a
glass shard from it.

This wound probably was made
before the other, massive ones.

And it's a different
type of cut.

- How?
- Penetrating.

With glass?

No. Probably something
thicker, like a broken bottle.

- Any toxicology?
- We'll get some samples now.

No obvious defence wounds.

So the assailant
knew the victim?

Possibly.

That's got to put Owen
Johnson in the frame.

Or Jane Nelson.

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

Hey.

Come here.

It's just comfort.

- Mm?
- Yeah.

OWEN! OWEN!

OWEN!

OWEN! BASTARD!

- What's your problem?
- You bastard!

What are you doing?

- DON'T!
- Let go! Get off!

LEAVE HIM!

THUMPS AND YELLS OF PAIN

AARGH! Get your...

- PLEASE!
- Jane, just leave him!

NO! You'll kill
him. You'll kill him...

- Who delivered it?
- I don't know.

I checked with Fred.

It was left at the front
desk. No one was seen.

The combine injuries were
made to conceal this earlier wound.

And that wound was
caused somewhere else?

Probably. It could
have been a fight.

No sign of a struggle in the
field. Owen WAS in the pub.

He didn't look like
he'd had a fight.

When did he call 999?

15 minutes after he
left the pub. About right.

- How was he when you arrived?
- Shaken.

I can't see when he did it.

We've not matched him to a
weapon - the combine's a bit unwieldy!

No opportunity, no
motive and no means.

- Can you say when Phil Nelson died?
- Probably the morning he was found.

You can't squeeze the
time-frame a little bit closer?

No. Sorry.

Could Jane have done it?

Did she put him in the
car, drive to the field,

put him under the combine?

It's possible.

We need to recheck their alibis.

I'll make sure Fred
gets those samples off.

Sam?

I can't believe we
made a mistake like that.

The man had different
sorts of wounds on his body.

Come on. They
weren't easy to see.

My job isn't
supposed to be easy.

- You're being hard on yourself.
- Maybe I should step down.

You can't stop halfway.

I need you to stay.

- Helen!
- Your office said you were here.

This is Dr Ryan. Sam.
This is my wife, Helen.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'll revise the report
and give it to you tonight.

- Good.
- Excuse me.

I've got to organise an
interview, then I'll be with you.

Come on.

You'll organise it, then something
else will happen. It always does.

What do you
expect? That's the job.

And you always
were married to it.

You've done all right
for yourself, Alastair.

What are the finances
like on your farm?

- I don't know.
- No idea?

- Phil dealt with all that.
- Come on,

you must know something.

We were doing badly, I know
that. And it was a struggle.

What do you think
happened to Phil?

- He fell under the combine.
- No.

No, I don't think he did fall.

Well, that's what I was told.

Have you ever seen this before?

- Yes.
- Your finances are a mess.

- Your farm's about to be repossessed.
- I know.

Of course, it won't now.

You're insured, aren't
you? Life assurance.

Phil dealt with all that.

Come on! You know
if you're insured or not.

I know what you're getting
at. You think Phil killed himself.

No. I don't.

Well, he didn't. Phil
knew I loved him.

And he still had
everything to live for.

- Well?
- She seemed genuine to me.

If she goes inside, her
kids will lose both parents.

She just faced up
to that prospect.

That bastard Owen's using her.

He wants her, the farm,
and an instant family.

Now his cover's blown.

- He's really got to you.
- My sister lived with someone like him.

Ended up beating
the shit out of her.

- They still together?
- Don't see her.

She never forgave me for
beating the shit out of him.

What's this about?

How did you get that?

- Machinery on the farm.
- Nasty.

Have you seen a doctor?

I didn't come here
to discuss me health.

No. Still, we wouldn't want
anything to happen to you.

Do you think Mrs Nelson could
have murdered her husband?

No.

Couldn't think of any
reason why she might?

No.

Money? Jealousy?

No.

She isn't that sort of woman.

Oh.

Well, that's a pity, isn't it?

Yeah.

Why?

Well, someone murdered him. So
far, it looks like it was either her...

..or you.

Who's she?

I can't cover for you anymore.

You should have been
here this afternoon.

- It's not important.
- Well, what is?

We all have problems,
Ian. But we don't all give in.

What are you doing here, then?

- Eh?
- You were a soldier.

What happened to your courage?

What do you make of
Phil Nelson's toxicology?

He'd been drinking
- 65mg per 100ml.

Not drunk - a large whisky,
or two glasses of wine.

A bit early in the day.

- Not from the night before?
- No.

- I wonder if his wife was drinking.
- She'd have needed help to kill him.

She couldn't move
the body alone.

Maybe Owen helped her.

What's next?

I've cut them loose for now. I
need more before I can charge them.

- What about the note?
- It's clean.

There's no leads there.

Well, somebody knows.

I'm being head-hunted
for a job in London.

What job?

A new professorship. A
great opportunity, but...

..I feel a bit bad about Trevor.

You sound as if
you've already packed.

I came to Cambridge
to be near my family.

My mother died. My nephew
went around the world.

Wyn's in Ireland.

There's nothing to keep me here.

Sam, about Helen.

There's no need to explain.

I thought she was
bringing David.

Michael, your marriage
is nothing to do with me.

There ARE reasons
for you to stay.

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