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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented by two
separate, yet equally important, groups.

The police, who investigate crime, and the
Crown Prosecutors, who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

It's not rocket science, Dave.

Fabric conditioner on the left,
powder on the right.

It's as well I didn't marry you for
your brains.

I'll see you later.

Yeah. Bye.

Rachel?

Rachel!

Rachel, please. You're scaring
Mummy.

Mummy?

There you are. What are you doing?
You scared the life out of me.

Oh, my God.

Thought he was dead. Would have been,
if the ambulance hadn't been so fast.

Darren McKenzie, 30, cash and cards
still in the wallet, so, no mugging.

Another random stabbing?

He was operated on.

How is he?
No, I mean, he wasn't stabbed.

Someone removed his kidney.

You're joking.
Scan proves it.

They sliced him open, took his kidney,
stitched him back up and dumped him.

Sorry. I've got to take this.

Organ theft, in the middle of
London.

And I thought that was an urban
myth.

Tell that to Darren McKenzie.

Last thing I remember...walking
back to the flat late last night.

You don't remember anything about
the attack, Mr McKenzie?

I remember waking up.

Being cold and numb.

Couldn't move.

Is there any family you'd like us
to contact?

There's only my sister.

We don't get on. We haven't for
a while.

You don't remember seeing anyone,
hearing anything?

Only the paramedic.

Nurse said he saved me.

The doctors say that you're going to
make a full recovery, Darren.

Yeah.

It's no wonder he's been knocked
sideways.

Except he's not exactly an angel
himself.

Text message - ten years ago,

Darren McKenzie did time for death
by dangerous driving.

He's been in and out of prison ever
since.

Theft, assault, GBH.

What, you think someone he's upset has come
back and nicked one of his kidneys for revenge?

Uniform haven't turned up any
witnesses, have they?

No, they haven't. What do we know
about organ trafficking?

It tends to be Eastern European. Gangs preying on
people so poor that they sell their body parts for cash.

That's not what's going on here?

If it's a possibility, we've got to
look into it.

Matty,

there's only one gang operating in the UK
that could be involved with organ trafficking,

run by Jason 'Non-Stick' Taylor.

Murder, corruption, blackmail, fraud
on a grand scale.

Nicked him 14 times, never been put
away.

Hence 'Non-Stick'.

No. They call him Non-Stick because he likes
burning people's faces off with a frying pan.

Prosecution witnesses, in particular.

Luckily for us, he's under
surveillance. Get your coat.

So, what can I do for you?

It's a case we've got. Organ theft.
Bloke found on Wimbledon Common.

Did he live?
Yeah.

We think your target could be our
man.

Jason Taylor? Could be. He owns a couple of
properties in Wimbledon. Have you got a timeline?

Yeah. Any time between midnight and
8:00am.

Nah. Last night, we had Taylor and
his whole crew under surveillance.

Definite? Yeah. We got surveillance
on the lot of them in a card game.

Started around seven. Didn't finish
till midday. Nobody in or out.

Anyone else on the radar we
should look at?

For live organ theft? Taylor's the only one psycho
enough to do something like that. Sorry, lads.

If it's not that crew, who else
would want to remove a man's kidney?

Religious cult?

No, they're normally after the
heart. That or they rip the eyes out.

What?

I've read about it.
Doesn't mean I'm in one, right?

We've got to get back to basics.

If we want to find out who could do
this, we need to find out how you do it.

You'd need two people. And even
that's dangerous.

I've done hundreds of kidney transplants, and
there's always a team of at least half a dozen.

What equipment would you need?

Scalpels, scissors, sutures, towels,
diathermy. Anaesthetic machine.

Anaesthetic machine? That must be
pretty big.

It's about the size of a cabinet
with a telly in it.

You're not going to jump out of the bushes
with one of them under your arm, are you?

Get our admin people to give you a
list of suppliers of machines.

What about buying and selling
kidneys illegally?

Well, it happens, abroad.

In the UK, if somebody needs a kidney, Central
Transplant will try and match them up with a donor.

There is a very long waiting list,
though.

That's in case you need me.

Thank you.

We're coming at this from the wrong
direction.

We are?
We are.

We shouldn't look for the person who stole
the kidney, but the person who needs one.

She just gave you her phone number.

I know.

About 3,500 transplants last year.

But there are over double that
amount of people waiting.

I hope you two carry donor cards.

There's no point. My ex has already
got everything.

So, which of these has had a kidney
transplant in the last 72 hours?

This one in Kent.

This one in Cheshire.

That's odd.

There was a transplant done at Waterloo
City Hospital on Friday morning.

But we didn't arrange that kidney.

Eh? So, who did?

No, we arrange every transplant in
the UK.

They can't have done a transplant
without us providing the kidney.

Talk to the receiving desk at Waterloo
City Hospital. See where it came from.

You ever touched a real kidney?

I mean, given it a really good, hard
prod?

Sends shivers up my spine, it does.

All soft and squishy and...Eurgh.

And as for livers, don't get me
started on that.

You're the delivery desk for the
hospital?

Yeah. All organs come through me,
in a manner of speaking.

You were working Thursday night?

Yeah. I was on till five the
following morning. Graveyard shift.

A kidney came in at 2:34am.

And any idea where it came from?

An orderly brought it down.

I put it in the system at 2:34.

2:38, it went up to Mr Reberty's
department.

When a donor organ comes in, I check the blood
type and the tissue to see if they're compatible.

Sorry. I never check the transport
paperwork. Why would I?

So, does the paperwork say who the
donor is, Dr Reberty?

Surgeons are called Mr. The job used to be
done by barbers, who weren't medically trained.

I don't check the paperwork. I'm only
interested in the patient in front of me.

Why don't you check with my staff? They'll
have all the documentation. Thank you.

So, the transplant you performed was
the only one done that morning.

Yes. Joanna Woodleigh, late stages of renal
failure, had been waiting for two years.

And where she right now?

Intensive care. There were
complications during surgery.

It's nothing serious, but we're keeping an
eye on her. Call me if you need anything else.

Meet Joanna Woodleigh.

I checked the hospital's usual
courier firms.

None of them delivered a transplant box
the night Darren McKenzie was attacked.

Right. So...

A kidney magically turns up at this
hospital,

the night that Darren McKenzie is
attacked.

You know where that leaves us, don't
you, Matty?

Stolen organs are being trafficked
into the NHS.

So, the tests prove that Darren McKenzie's
kidney definitely went into Joanna Woodleigh.

How does a stolen kidney
end up in the NHS?

I mean, they've got to have systems
in place that can -

Believe it or not, the receptionist
was breaking up a fight at the time.

When she got back to her desk, there was
a transplant box with transport documents.

She got an assistant to take it down
to the delivery desk.

The paperwork was falsified, but the
assistant's and the receptionist's stories tally.

What about Joanna Woodleigh?
She benefits most.

She lives with her dad. Apparently,
she's had two previous transplants.

Both of them, obviously, failed.

She's minted. Private hospital room,
private nurse, the lot.

What's the one thing money can't
buy?

Love.

A kidney on the NHS.

So, go and talk to Joanna
Woodleigh's father.

I retired six months ago. Worst
decision I ever made.

Nothing to do but sit at home reading the
papers and drinking endless cups of coffee.

And I can't even concentrate on
that.

To be fair, I'd find it hard to think
straight if one of my daughters was ill.

The carpet's worn thin.

So, you had no idea that the kidney
that went into Joanna was stolen.

Absolutely not. The whole procedure
was the same as it's always been before.

When did you know that the
transplant was going to happen?

Early Friday morning. I tried not to
get my hopes up.

Getting a call about a transplant is
no guarantee.

You know, you've got the assessment
and the cross test.

Then it still doesn't go through.

But Mr Reberty always said he'd
find one for us eventually,

and Joanna and I hoped it would be
third time lucky.

Oh, my God. She's awake. Joanna's
awake. I've got to go and see her.

Mr Woodleigh,

we're also going to need to speak
to Joanna.

Why?

Routine. That's all.

Yeah. Sure. By all means.
I'll...I'll see you there.

How is he?

The man that got attacked.

Is he all right?

Mr McKenzie caught an infection.
The doctors are keeping him in.

Oh, God. Dad...

No, no, no. Mr Reberty says you're
going to be fine.

You just need to get some rest.
We'll sort all this out.

I can't believe this.
How could this happen?

That's what we're trying to find
out.

Joanna, had you met Darren McKenzie
before this, or had any contact with him?

No, not at all. Why would I have?

Do we really need to do this now?

She really needs to get some rest.

What happens now?

Are they going to have to take the
kidney out again?

You mustn't worry about anything.
You're going to be fine.

I want some progress on this. Someone took
out that kidney. They didn't do it for free.

Well, financial unit have checked
Philip and Joanna's bank records.

Philip's as clean as a whistle. Joanna has two
offshore accounts that they're looking into.

Here we go. The beauty of the
Internet.

Joanna Woodleigh's medical records
said she was cytotoxic.

I checked it out. Cytotoxic means you
reject tissue that is not exactly like yours.

It means you need a perfect organ
match.

McKenzie wasn't just any old punter
snatched off the street.

Whoever arranged this knew Darren
was the perfect match.

So, find out how they knew.

A few months back, I did a test to see if I could
donate some bone marrow to my sister. She's sick.

Didn't work, though.
Couldn't even get that right.

Got the wrong marrow.

She's still waiting for a donor. She acts
like it's my fault, though. She blames me.

Do you know the name of the company that
did the test? We want to talk to them.

Yeah. Should be in the kitchen
somewhere.

Great.

Do you want us to pick you up
anything? Books, clothes?

A can of beer. One kidney, shouldn't
take me long to get hammered.

We'll get you a milkshake.

No, I really appreciate that. Thank
you. Yeah.

Result. Darren McKenzie had an HLA
test for his bone marrow.

What's that?

It's a human leukocyte antigen test.

No, what does it mean?

It doesn't matter. It's the same
test used to match kidney tissue.

Anyone who had his test result would know
that he was a feasible match for Joanna.

So, who would have access
to his results, his GP?

And the lab that did the test. And I
have the address.

Very good.

Yeah. Medical test lab.

We use them all the time.

I know, Miss Hale. We've just come
from there.

One of the lab clerks claims you
bribed him

to hand over some confidential
medical results.

It's not exactly a bribe, it's a
tip.

You know, like you tip a waiter or a
cabbie.

Look, it was to save time. Everyone
does it.

Really? Everyone?

Have you ever worked in the NHS?
It's a nightmare.

Paperwork gets lost, results take
forever.

You have to fight to get anything.

All the while, patients are at risk. I did
it to cut through red tape. Is that a crime?

Darren McKenzie's name was one of
those amongst the results.

So were hundreds of others.

Look, I work here to help people.

I thought I did what was right.

Now, if there's nothing else...

This nurse knew Darren's kidney
was a perfect match for Joanna.

But you have no direct evidence linking
her, or anyone else, with the attack.

She works at the hospital where the
transplant took place. Coincidence?

Circumstantial, unless proven
otherwise.

Why are you grinning?

Whoever operated on Darren used an
anaesthetic machine. Guess what?

You found the machine.

Come on, sunshine.

What are you like?

I've always wanted to do repairs. Good enough for
Kylie in Neighbours, it was good enough for me.

Wasn't she a mechanic?

Might have known you'd be a Kylie
fan.

It's mostly repairs we do here, but
sometimes we rent out.

Used equipment, that sort of thing.

She's old and she's seen better
days, but she still works.

Say hello to Betsey.

Name all your machines, do you?

Doesn't everyone?

And Betsey was rented out recently,
yeah?

Yeah. First time in ages.

Some nurse called up,

charged it to...

er...Mr...

Robert? No. Reberty.

Mr Reberty's credit card? I don't
know.

Mr John Reberty?

Yeah.

Right. Well, we're going to need to
have Betsey forensicated.

Be gentle with her.

We will. Was she picked up or
delivered?

Delivered. Some private address up
in Archway.

63, Wadsworth Street.

Hold on. That's Valerie Hale's gaff.

Landlord reckons Valerie Hale is
the perfect tenant.

Quiet, never brings dodgy blokes
home, apparently.

Except when she wants to
rip one of their kidneys out.

She gets the anaesthetic machine delivered
to her flat the night McKenzie is attacked.

But none of the neighbours saw anyone go
in or out that night. Still circumstantial.

That's as maybe, but she isn't going
to be able to operate by herself.

We haven't got any proof it
even happened here.

Forensics reckon the place is
absolutely spotless.

But somebody is working really hard
to cover their tracks here.

NHS trained. Probably sterilise the
place.

Except some things you can't sterilise.
Sheets, towels, scrubs, that sort of business.

They'd have been covered in blood.
They'd have got rid of them sharpish.

No. No way, Ronnie.

Are you sure this is the right spot?

Valerie Hale's flat was on collection
route no.32.

The foreman reckons this is where the
32 lorry dumps his stuff,

so, stop moaning and keep looking.

What did you do today, Matt?
Oh, you know, the usual.

Poked through 17 rat-infested
flea-ridden skips in a rubbish dump.

You know what you need, son?
A bit of PMA.

Positive mental attitude. You'll be
surprised what people chuck out.

The sofa-bed in my spare room,
for instance.

No. I've slept in that.
You said that was from IKEA.

Well, it was originally, wasn't it?
I don't believe it.

Now, then. Matty.

How do you like your physical proof?

Conclusive.

Yes.

Blood type's a match for McKenzie.

They weren't found in Valerie's
flat. How can you prove it?

Her DNA is on the sheets and the perforations
of the bin bags matches the roll in her kitchen.

The plastic sheets fit the hospital
ones. They're from the same roll.

What do you reckon? Charge them with
unlawful wounding with intent?

I'll talk to James.

Oh, and erm...you need to open the
window.

That'll be Stig Of The Dump here.

Valerie,

you probably think that if you lie
convincingly enough,

you'll walk out of this door and go
home.

But do you know what? We spend every
day facing down lies.

Big lies, small lies,

the lies people tell themselves so
they can sleep at night.

And the thing is, you're so young.

You wouldn't want to waste the next few years of
your life in unpleasant surroundings because you lied.

So, we're politely suggesting that you
tell us the truth about your involvement,

about why the anaesthetic machine was
paid for on Mr John Reberty's credit card,

and why you needed Darren McKenzie's
kidney.

The surgeon, Mr Reberty, came to
see me.

He told me to hire an anaesthetic
machine,

put sheets on all the floors.

He said we had the opportunity to
change someone's life for the better...

..that it couldn't be done on the
NHS.

So, if we move to the topic of
grafting

versus host reaction -

Mr John Reberty...

..I'm arresting you for the unlawful
wounding of Darren McKenzie.

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

if you do not mention, when questioned,
something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in
evidence.

If you don't mind.

Do you think you can convince a jury that a
highly-respected surgeon moonlights as an organ thief?

Darren McKenzie was drugged, taken to Valerie Hale's
flat, where he had a kidney removed against his will.

Not by Mr Reberty. Only Miss Hale's DNA
was found on the anaesthetic machine.

There isn't any forensic proof my
client was at Miss Hale's flat.

We have a confession from Valerie
Hale, stating it was Mr Reberty's idea.

This is madness. I'm a surgeon.
I help people. Why would I do this?

Your credit card paid for the
machine.

It was stolen and used without my consent.
You can't blame me for what Valerie did.

She couldn't have operated on him
by herself.

I'm innocent.

So, why is Valerie Hale saying that
you operated on Darren McKenzie?

I caught her taking drugs from the
hospital.

She'd have lost her job, so I didn't
tell. She thought I was interested in her.

When I said I wasn't, she got upset.
She's setting me up.

Hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned.

Do you have anything more imaginative
than that?

Unlawful wounding with intent.

You're looking at three to four
years.

Why would I do this?

I'd lose everything I'd worked for.

Yes, James. I'm fascinated as to how
you're going to explain motive.

He's right. We need to establish why
Reberty would get involved in this.

Two days before the transplant,
Joanna and Reberty met at a restaurant.

There are reasons a patient would meet
their surgeon outside the hospital.

I've looked into Reberty. He's
broke.

Put all of his money into property.
The downturn's hit him hard.

He's got four mortgages, five
credit cards,

and a very expensive ex-wife.

So, he's drowning in debt.

Was. A few weeks ago, he cleared all
of his debt.

All of it?

He's in the black for the first time
in a decade.

Where did the money come from?

I'm looking into it, but what if Joanna
Woodleigh paid Reberty to find her a kidney?

The transplant system is one of the
few places where money doesn't talk.

Rich or poor, you join a list and
you wait.

There's one other thing.

Philip Woodleigh, Joanna's father.

He and George were at university
together. Best mates, apparently.

Great. Who gets to tell him his friend's daughter
might have used her wealth to buy a kidney?

We think Joanna paid Reberty to
perform the transplant.

I remember her when she was this
high.

She was running about.

Into everything.

You got tired just watching her.

I'm sorry, George.

Thanks, Alesha.

Good work.

I'm sure Joanna felt she had no
choice.

There's always a choice.

This will break Philip's heart.

Is there anything I can do?

Yes. As there's a conflict of
interest on my part,

you should report to the DPP on this
case from now on.

Of course.

So, do what you have to do.

What's going on?
You've got to stop this.

I haven't done anything.

You don't believe this?
Joanna would never do that.

Then she's got nothing to worry
about.

She's just had a major operation.
The stress of this could set her back.

Please. This is James's case.
I have to step back.

As a courtesy.

I wanted you to hear from me
personally.

Joanna has just been arrested.

What?

Have you got me here to keep me
out of the way?

Better all round, Philip.

Right.

I had nothing to do with this.

I was in hospital having dialysis
when Darren McKenzie was attacked.

Joanna, we have you on camera in Chelsea with
Mr Reberty, two days before your operation.

If you wanted to speak to your
surgeon, why not make an appointment?

He's looked after me for a couple of
years now.

I didn't realise it was a crime to
meet him in public.

No. That's the peril of our job, though,
you see. We are naturally suspicious.

Especially when, two days later,
Reberty's got you a kidney courtesy of -

I didn't know that would happen.

I think you're lying. I think he told you exactly
what was going to happen that night when you met him.

No.
Did you tell Reberty to go ahead?

Is that when you arranged to clear
his debts?

I didn't know anything until -

Until? Until what?

Joanna, we found this at your
property. Do you know what it is?

Yeah. It's an HLA test.

I must have memorised mine. I had to
produce it enough times.

Yeah, I bet.

Except, of course, this isn't your
HLA test.

This belongs...

to Darren McKenzie.

Oh, God.

All right.

It's...it's all down to me. This is
my fault.

I paid Mr Reberty to find me a
perfect match any way he could.

OK. Joanna Woodleigh, we're charging you
with the unlawful wounding of Darren McKenzie.

There are rules and regulations. Where's
my daughter? I'm not waiting any longer.

You cannot go in there.

Where's Joanna?

She's just been charged. She's confessed
to conspiring to attack Darren McKenzie.

She's lying.
What?

Get me George Castle here now.

Joanna's lying.

Why would she do that?

To protect me.

What are you talking about?

It was my idea.

Shut up, Phil.
It was my idea. I'm responsible.

For God's sake, say nothing more. Nothing
more. I can't hear this. You need a solicitor.

I paid John Reberty to do this.

£2 million.

I'll give you the details of the
payment transfers.

I had to work quite hard to disguise
it.

I told him to find a kidney for
Joanna.

The system wasn't working for her.
I tried to go around it.

All the money I have...

couldn't help her.

So, Joanna knew nothing about this?

No, no.

She knew that an operation was
imminent.

And she and Reberty had dinner together,
and he told her that he'd find her a kidney.

She didn't know where it was coming
from?

Not till after the operation.

She was horrified.

I had to do something.

I couldn't lose her.

I wouldn't be here today if it
wasn't for Philip.

My mother died when I was in my final
year at university, and I was a write-off.

I was legless every night.

I got arrested.

I was so drunk, I couldn't say my
own name.

Philip came in, lied to the police,

told them that my name was Philip
Woodleigh.

He said that he was George Castle
and that he was there to bail me out.

They released me.

Philip knew that if I got a record,

I wouldn't have been able to
practise law.

He saved me that night.

Woodleigh's done a deal?

We've charged him with unlawful
wounding with intent.

We're charging you with the same.
What?

But he came to me. He was desperate
for me to do something.

You attacked an innocent man.
I knew what I was doing.

What gave you the right to do this?

Let me tell you about Darren
McKenzie.

When I found he was a match,
I looked into his life.

He ran down and killed a young girl. Nothing
good has come of him, but I changed that.

When his kidney went into Joanna,
his existence had meaning.

He'd done something good for the
first time in his life.

Darren McKenzie did not volunteer to
donate. You can't make that choice for him.

I make those choices every day. That's what
surgeons do. The system failed her. I didn't.

You think you're better than me, but I
have lost count of the lives I've saved.

You've never made a tough decision
in your life.

You did this for the money.

I'll tell you about the NHS. They
promised me a promotion, then withdrew it.

I was swamped with debt by then.

Woodleigh's money got me out of it.

What's our best hope here, James?

If your client pleads guilty to
simple unlawful wounding...

..he could get as little as 18 months. But he'll
need to give evidence against Philip Woodleigh.

Oh, for God's sake. How difficult
can it be to file something properly?

Are you OK, George?

What the hell was Philip thinking?

It's Darren McKenzie. He died this
morning.

Of major haemorrhage.

Is it connected to the attack?

A renal artery wasn't tied off
properly when his kidney was taken.

He got an infection. The hospital
operated, but he died.

This means that Philip Woodleigh is
responsible for the death of Darren McKenzie.

Oh, God.

At least you got bail.
I'm not going down without a fight.

I need your help.
Now, Philip -

I want you to defend me.
What?

That's the craziest idea I've heard, and
I go to meetings for the Home Secretary.

I'm serious. I need your help.

You confessed to the crime.

To assault, not manslaughter.
I didn't know the boy would die.

I can't do it, Philip.
When have I asked you for anything?

If the situation were reversed -

Don't play that card.
I'd fight for you.

I work for the CPS. There are thousands of defence
barristers in London. I can recommend several.

No, no.
I haven't defended for 20 years.

I'd have to turn cartwheels to get my
boss to agree.

CPS policy encourages employees to
gain experience in defence.

You've read our website.

I always do my research.

There's a case to be made.

I did this for Joanna.

If I go to prison for manslaughter,
I'll barely see her.

I'm entitled to the best possible
defence, George, and that is you.

A sabbatical? You're kidding.

I've cleared it with the DPP. I'm not conflicted.
I've had no prior involvement with this case so far.

Thank you.

And so long as I excuse myself from
office, then I can defend Philip.

That is the beauty of the English
legal system, James.

You're really sure?
I owe him this much.

And I've already organised my
replacement.

Good man, very competent.

Comes highly recommended.

Who is he?
You, James.

Director of CPS, London.

Just don't get too comfy. I'll be back in a
matter of months. I've marked the whisky bottle.

George, there is no defence here.
He's confessed.

He's confessed to unlawful wounding,
not to manslaughter.

That's a technicality.

Make your strongest case. I will make
mine.

May the best man win.

The defence submits that the Crown
has no case.

Manslaughter requires that death be
the direct result

of the accused's unlawful act.

Darren McKenzie was not attacked by
the defendant.

Causation is not established.

In the Crown's submission,

Mr Woodleigh caused Darren McKenzie
to be attacked.

The defendant explicitly told Mr
Reberty to...'do whatever is necessary'.

'Do whatever is necessary' is not the same thing
as telling Mr Reberty to attack Darren McKenzie.

Mr Reberty is a credible witness.

If not a credible surgeon.

Mr Woodleigh's idea led to Mr Reberty's actions,
which resulted in the death of Mr McKenzie.

My Lord, Mr Woodleigh took no action
against Darren McKenzie.

I must accede to the Crown's
submission, Mr Castle.

There is a case to be heard.

Though I wonder whether a jury will
succumb to your arguments, Mr Steel.

My Lord.

Joanna's body had rejected two
previous kidneys.

There are rules regarding
transplants.

Having a third is very unusual.

Philip Woodleigh came to me and asked
me what we could do. I was honest.

I said we were out of choices.

And what did the defendant say?

That he couldn't accept that.
His daughter deserved a life.

He said I should, 'Do whatever is
necessary.'

What did you take that to mean?

If we couldn't find a kidney by
legal means, to try other options.

Illegal means?

I made it clear that all legal
avenues were exhausted.

If the defendant hadn't spoken to you, would
you have planned the attack on Darren McKenzie?

Of course not. The whole idea came
from Mr Woodleigh.

Thank you. No further questions.

You're giving evidence for the Crown

against the defendant, aren't you,
Mr Reberty?

For a reduced sentence.

I'm still going to prison,
and I'm telling the truth.

Once you found Darren was a match,

didn't you consider offering him
part of the two million pounds

to donate a kidney?

If we'd asked him and he'd said no,
that would have been the end of it.

Or more likely, because you wanted to
keep that money for yourself.

It's no secret, I had a number of
debts.

Why didn't you look abroad?

Source the kidney from another
country?

Joanna had major organ rejection
problems,

and worsening renal failure.

The chances of finding a match are
extremely rare.

It would have taken time. Mr Woodleigh
felt his daughter was giving up.

So, when the defendant instructed you
to, 'Do whatever is necessary',

didn't you query it? Didn't you want
to clarify with the defendant

what that meant?

No.

So, Mr Woodleigh chatted to you about
his sick daughter,

and you misinterpreted his words.

Wildly.

The court might have reason to wonder

why Mr Woodleigh is on trial

for a death that you caused.

All rise.

You get onto the debt collecting
service. Get me a witness statement.

He's good, isn't he?

Did you ever think he wouldn't be?

So, what do you think?

Neck-and-neck, I reckon.

I never liked the wig.

I look like Amy Winehouse.

Trust me, George, you don't.

I'd forgotten how much I missed this.

Last year, Joanna wanted to stop the
dialysis.

She couldn't cope with it any
longer.

If I had let her, she would have died within
weeks. I knew then I had to do something.

What did you mean when you told
Mr Reberty...

to do whatever is necessary?

The NHS system wasn't working for
Joanna.

And what I meant was, he should try
a different approach.

Think outside the box.

Did you consider that those words
could lead to a man's death?

Absolutely not.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Thank you, Mr Woodleigh.
No further questions.

Why did you pay John Reberty
two million pounds?

To facilitate the acquisition of a
kidney for my daughter.

So, it was a business transaction,
then?

In a way, yes.

So, you drew up a contract? You had
an agreement in writing?

No.

Why not?

Well, it didn't seem appropriate.

You didn't want to leave any trace,
did you?

You knew what you were asking
John Reberty to do was illegal.

I thought that Reberty would use the money to find
and pay someone to donate a kidney that matched.

I'd done the research. People live
perfectly full lives with only one kidney.

You gave him explicit instructions? You asked
him to guarantee that no-one would be hurt?

No. I thought that was implicit.

You expect a jury to believe that a
successful businessman like yourself,

expert at analysing risks, didn't foresee
the possibility of someone getting hurt?

I didn't hurt anyone.

You paid John Reberty to do it.

It's not what the money was for.

That £2 million was one thing and
one thing only, wasn't it?

Blood money.
No.

Without your payments to Mr Reberty, none
of these events would have taken place.

It's not that simple.
I suggest that it is, Mr Woodleigh.

Without you, Darren McKenzie would
still be alive, wouldn't he?

All I ever wanted was for my
daughter to live.

Any parent would feel the same.

Well, I'm a parent, Mr Woodleigh,

and I find your actions abhorrent.

Mr Steel, that's enough.

I did not intend for that boy to
die.

Well, he is dead, and you're
responsible.

My Lord, please.

What would you have done?

Final warning.

What would you have done
if it was your child?

Stay within the law.

Would the defendant please stand?

Members of the jury, have you reached
a verdict upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

On the count of manslaughter, do you find the
defendant, Philip Woodleigh, guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

I would like to thank the members of
the jury in this case.

You were told at the beginning of the case to pay
particular attention to the evidence before you...

No bail this time, then?

Afraid not, Philip.

Well...

thank you, George.

George...

I'm sorry.

What for?

You've done nothing wrong.

A man died.

You prosecuted, I defended,
the jury decided.

Can you just give me a moment?

70 heroin-filled condoms in her
stomach.

One of the condoms ruptured.

Why would a young British girl
risk it?

How can she be mixed up with it?

Who's your contact in Thailand?
I don't know anything.

Jeremy's the middle man. He had a
contact in Thailand.

It's a hopeless case. Even I
couldn't win it. Drop the charges.

He's never lost a case.

Tell us what we want to know or we'll
settle for you.

The police threatened me,
physically.

Even I couldn't win this case now.

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