All language subtitles for Law And Order UK s06e04 Trial.eng

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.

(♪)

( Chatter )

I just slapped him...

( Chatter continues )

Where you goin'?

( Overlapping chatter )

This is like the oldest postman

I've ever seen.

You got anything in there
for me, though?

My name's Cress!
Anything in there for me?

( Overlapping chatter )

( Chatter )

Open up, then.

Oi! Leave it alone!

That's an offense!

Give it back to me.

Give it back to me.

I want it back!
It's not yours!

Give it back to me!

Give it back to me!

I know you.
I know where you live. Shut up.

It's not yours!
I'm sick and tired of this!

I said give it back to me!

( All shouting )

( Explosion )

( Alarm blaring )

( Camera shutters clicking )

A letter bomb.
Blew up in his face.

Making or receiving?
On the receiving end.

Yeah. Never knew
what hit him.

You all right?
Yeah.

Good.

What do we know?

Other than the fact
that he likes to read books.

Jonathan Waldman.
Sixty-two. Lived alone.

Good neighbor,
well-liked,

Okay. And?

He worked for Kleensville.
Office cleaners.

Pay slips were on the floor, and
he's still wearing his overalls.

Right. So what do we think?

He's just come home from work,

gone to open the post, and...

What did they use, plutonium?

WOMAN: Dad?

But I've got to!

Dad! I've got to...

DS Sam Casey. Can I help?
I want to see my father.

They said there'd been
an accident.

You need to go downstairs.
I want to see him.

I understand that,
but you need to be downstairs.

I'm very sorry.

Dad...

No. No, please.

What's your name?
Sara.

Sara, this officer's
gonna look after you.

Okay? Now go downstairs.
All right,

Go. Now. Sara, come on.
Let's get away from here.

OFFICER: Morning, Sam.

Anti-Terrorism?
Yep,

with a list of
possible suspects

from al-Qaeda to "bonkers
bloke with a grudge."

You think this is just the start?
Brace yourself.

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ELEANOR: The bomb was made out
of a standard padded envelope.

RONNIE: Which you can
buy in any High Street.

Explosive in the main section,

detonator, magnesium powder
in the outer layer.

Opening the envelope
ignited the magnesium

which set off the explosive.
Simple mechanism.

Percussion cap, and this...

firing pin from what looks like
a .22 caliber rifle.

Hard to tell... it's pretty bent up.
And what went "bang"?

Fulminated mercury.

Lethal stuff, if you know
how to get hold of it.

Can't you just crack open
a couple of thermometers?

Not these days.
Mercury's banned in thermometers.

I didn't know that.

Also no saliva... nothing.

Stamps and envelope
both self-adhesive.

No DNA.
What about prints?

Latex gloves.

The address was stenciled
in ball-point,

written on a separate piece
of paper with no indentation.

What, they rested on glass, or...
Something similar.

So, bonkers bloke
or al-Qaeda?

There was also this.

What is that?
"20... 20G?"

What's that, post code?

No, I think that's a zed.

That says "ZOG."

"Zionist Occupation Government."

Sammy, we've got ourselves
a hate crime.

RONNIE:
Here we are...

"Reclaim the Jewnited Kingdom.
Smash ZOG, the collective name

"for the spineless traitors who control
the white nations of the world...

governments, the media,
and the police."

That's us, Sammy boy.

Half-wit
delusional fascists.

That's the type
we're looking for.

Why Waldman?
What'd he done wrong?

You mean apart
from being Jewish?

We've come a long way, haven't we?
Waldman was well-liked,

chairman of
the residents' association...

pretty much
all-round model citizen.

Talk to the daughter.
He pissed someone off...

she might know who.

It doesn't make sense.

Dad didn't have a political
bone in his body.

No arguments or fights at all?

Trouble with local kids?

Skinheads, BNP,
that sort of thing?

He never said anything.

And you were close, yeah? Very.

Especially after Mum died.

"Just the two of us," he used to say.
"Contra mundum."

"Against the world."

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

What about donations?
Political, religious groups?

Extremism made him despair.
Said it'd do for all of us in the end.

Thank you very much.
Ronnie, let's go. What you got?

His boss at Kleensville said Waldman was
conscientious, reliable, you name it.

He even took a pay cut
when he started. And?

Before that he worked at
Thameside University.

Yeah, and?
He worked in the science lab.

They had him cleaning out
the rat cages,

he didn't like it, so he quit.
That's it?

Well, there's one tiny little thing.
Yes, come on.

He had a massive barney with
a geezer called Tony Wright,

who apparently
does like Jewish people.

Right. Hallelujah.
At last.

Loves a conspiracy, does Tony.

The recession, shark attacks in
the Red Sea, stubbing his toe...

all of it's a Mossad plot.

He tried getting Waldman fired,

ended up being the one
getting the boot.

(♪)

We had an argument, that's all.

Bit more than that, though, wasn't it?
What's going on?

Answer the question.
You wanted him sacked.

Didn't quite work out
the way you planned, eh?

Why are you here?
Your boss told us what happened.

Did he also tell you he's
married to one of the Tribe?

What's the matter...
black shirt in the wash, is it?

Must have done your head in,
losing your job like that.

Maybe a spot of revenge?
Is that what this is about?

How stupid do you think I am?

Something happens to Waldman,
of course you knock on my door.

Don't forget...
they're good at being victims.

Wait. Is something
the matter with...?

You really think
he didn't know?

His reaction certainly had
the whiff of authenticity.

I think he's just
a really good actor.

I don't know. I don't think
he's our Unabomber, Sam.

If its not
the lone anti-Semite,

we've got no one in the frame.

Let's come at it
another way, shall we?

Whoever did this
certainly wasn't stupid.

This was no fireworks through the
letterbox job, it was quite elaborate.

So who had the nous to put
together a bit of magnesium,

mercury, and a .22 caliber
firing pin?

Signatures, Sammy.

They've all got signatures.

Okay, no two bomb makers
make bombs the same way.

So, percussion cap, firing pin,
magnesium, mercury fulminate.

There's no record of anything
like this in recent years.

But that's hardly surprising.
Why is that?

The sale of mercury is
so restricted and expensive.

The Anti-Terrorist squad
records... have anything?

I had to go way back,
but I found him.

Mercury, magnesium, the lot.
Cal Donnally.

Did a 12-year stretch for a
spate of letter bombs in 1972.

Sure you can make a bomb
out of it,

but you'd better
know what you're doing.

Mercury's dirty stuff.

Well, you're the expert.

It's what put me in this thing.

I'm dyin' from mercury
poisoning, can you believe it?

Maybe you should have just
put letters in those envelopes.

I did my time, sure.
And when I got out, I got a job

in an electrical waste
recycling plant.

The old TV's and tube lights
contain mercury. Know that?

It wasn't making the bombs
that killed me,

it was going straight.

Who says God doesn't have
a sense of humor?

Yeah, well, someone's
out there making

mercury bombs again.
You got any ideas who?

Someone you may have passed all that
knowledge on to? Sort of legacy?

You think I've got
an apprentice?

( Chuckles ) It's a bit late.

Direct Action Cookbook.

They took everything I did,
turned it into a how-to manual.

Who did?

"Storm of Steel.

( Speed metal music playing )

( Turns off music )

Yeah. It's one of
our best-sellers.

Bit like The Da Vinci Code
with fewer laughs, eh?

You think we're funny?

What, honestly?
I wish I did.

You know we're out there...

on the streets...

in the pubs...

biding our time.

And when it comes...
and it will come...

we're gonna rise up
all over the world.

Whole armies...
just waiting.

While you're doing that,
you gonna give us some names?

No, I don't think so.

Well, let's make it
easier, then.

Just the names of the people
who ordered this book.

Your whole life,
somebody's lackey.

Which makes you what?
His lap dog?

Or his bitch?
Why don't we find out?

Here's what's
going to happen...

I'm going to get
a production order

under section 5
of the Terrorism Act,

because that is what I do.

You refuse, because
you're a chippy little sod,

then I'm going to arrest you, because
nothing would give me greater pleasure.

Do it. Because then I
get to show the world

the true face of oppression.
And you think the world's

actually watching?
That anyone actually cares?

Meanwhile, we'll still
get our list,

and we will let everyone know how
helpful you were. Absolutely.

And then we'll see
how many of your "army"

will take the time
to look in here

and maybe send you
a letter of complaint.

What do you think?

Thank you.

Now, that wasn't
too hard, was it?

Ohh. Laugh now.

But get ready...
we're coming.

Well, ring in advance.
We'll bung the kettle on.

NATALIE:
It's a lot of names.

Are they all suspects?
Yeah. I suppose so.

So now all you got to do
is narrow it down to one

with means, motive and opportunity.
Well,

when you put it
like that, yeah.

Ronnie.
Yeah?

Waldman quit Thameside
University a month ago, right?

Yeah, didn't like the rats.

Someone at Thameside ordered
the cookbook two weeks ago.

NATALIE: Who?

Jonathan Waldman.

(♪)

The post room didn't have send
any package for Waldman here.

You'll have to ask them.

Do you know
if he had any enemies?

Maybe someone
wanted to hurt him?

No...

But?

There was an anonymous tip-off.

No one proved anything,
but Waldman was accused

of stealing pills from the psychiatry
department. Tranquilizers.

You didn't believe it?

Nine years without a blemish,

suddenly he's trousering pills?

But they wanted
to make an example.

I told him to fight.
He didn't want to?

He said someone
was out to get him.

And what do you think?

Told him he was imagining it.

Right. How about this:

Someone's stealing the pills,
Waldman catches him.

Our pill nicker
pays Waldman off,

which is the money he uses
for Sara's tuition fees.

That's a bit of a stretch...
Waldman as a blackmailer.

Something's made him leave.
You really think it's the rats?

All right. So when Waldman
comes under suspicion,

he keeps schtum,
takes the fall,

only now he says it's gonna
cost a bit more money,

that really pisses our guy off,

next thing...
Boom.

(♪)

Post that comes in
for staff who've left

gets put in that bin
before being forwarded.

Is it dealt with immediately?
My target is within 24 hours.

I have targets too.
Doesn't mean I always hit them.

A week. Maybe longer.

Who has access?
Anyone, I suppose.

How many people work here?

Over fifty, staff and
student volunteers.

We'll need a lot
of those names, please.

In the office.

So our man orders the book
in Waldman's name

because he knows it's gonna hang
around in that forwarding bin

and pretty much
forgotten about.

Comes in when no one's looking,

stuffs it up his jumper,
no one's any the wiser.

Total anonymity.
Better than a post office box.

Yeah.
Clever.

Fifty-three. That's great.
Thank you very much.

Fifty-three.

Another day, another printout.

And it's not fifty-three.

Which one's do you think also
know how to fulminate mercury?

The one's doing chemistry.

(♪)

WOMAN:
Yes, I work in the post room,

and yes, I'm reading chemistry.
This I do to pay off my loan.

Every little bit helps.

I'm afraid I don't know this Mr.
, um... Waldman.

Sorry. But I'll help you
in any way I can.

Well, how hard is it
to fulminate mercury?

It's not.
You just need to mix mercury

with concentrated nitric acid

and add the resulting aqueous
mercury nitrate to ethanol.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Except it's violently
exothermic and gives off clouds

of white smoke.

I used to be like that
on Saturday night.

So someone would know.
I mean,

all that smoke must be
a bit of a giveaway.

If you didn't have
a proper ventilated cabinet,

like a fume hood, you'd have
to do it outside, I suppose.

What if you did it at night,

with a window open?

That would take care
of the smoke,

wouldn't do anything
about the smell.

It's pretty gross.
Someone would know.

Great. Thanks
for your help.

It's probably nothing,

but you might want to
speak to another student.

I went out with him
a couple of times.

He was interested in mercury
and asked a lot of questions.

He said it was for
an essay he was writing,

but that didn't make much sense.
Why not?

He was reading history.

And he works in the post room
every Thursday.

What's his name?
Simon Wells.

What I would have given
to have spent three years

just studying knowledge for knowledge's
sake, Sam, it's a wonderful thing.

You know loads of stuff.
Yeah, that's because I'm an autodidact.

Doctors have got it
under control, though, right?

Simon?

Simon? Simon!

Simon? Simon!

Simon Wells?

Hello, Simon?

DS Brooks.
This is DS Casey.

Would you mind answering a few
questions for us, please?

If you like.
What's it about?

We've been talking
to Ms. Ngama,

and she says you've got
an interest in mercury.

Although you're doing history.

I'm writing an essay on
the corporate response

to environmental disasters
over the last fifty years

put into a political
and economic context.

Okay. What's that
got to do with mercury?

I'm including the mercury spill

in the Japanese village
of Minamata

between 1932 and '68.

I was hoping Haya would help me
translate some of the source material,

as well as help me
with the chemical stuff.

Sort of a one-stop shop.

Do you know Jonathan Waldman?

Should I? He worked in the
psychiatry department

as cleaner.
No.

I mean, I'm history, not...
Psychiatry.

Sorry.

Would you excuse me?
I've got another lecture.

Well, he's got an
answer for everything.

Like he's worked it
all out beforehand.

Which usually means he has.

Why would he do that?

(♪)

I've got the room next to his.

Don't know him well,
but... weirdo.

( Sighs ) Bloody thing.

Hasn't worked for weeks.

I think they've just
turned the heating off.

Tuition fees,
and now bloody Siberia.

I love being a student.
Simon Wells...

you said "weird." Why is that?
Attention seeker.

The sort of person who's
all quiet and unassuming,

then does stuff designed
to make everyone notice them.

What sort of stuff?

I know know. Um...

like his soup.

His soup?

Yeah, the other week... three in the
morning, he stunk the corridor out,

said he was heating soup
and forgot all about it.

Truthfully, he loved being
the center of attention.

What about a girlfriend?

I don't think
girls are his thing.

But there is someone.
What, boyfriend?

All I know is Simon goes to the
psychiatry department every night.

Says he's helping them out,
but...

you never know, do you?

(♪)

Simon answered a card
I put up in the union.

We generate a lot of data
which needs collating.

And he comes in every night.

I'm carrying out research into
various psychotropic drugs.

As you can see,
we've got a lot of rats.

Did Simon know Jonathan Waldman?
I've no idea.

It's possible.

Do you think he's capable
of killing someone?

Given the right circumstances.

But then, given the right circumstances,
so are we all, officer.

RONNIE: Simon Wells claims

he didn't know Waldman.

Can you prove he did?

Well, they worked in the
same lab, but never crossed?

Tat's hardly likely, is it?

Please tell me that's
not the best you've got.

Wells works in the post room,
he's got a thing for mercury,

plus we know he was cooking up
something evil in his room.

Soup.
Mercury soup.

Says who? You don't know
how he got the mercury,

don't know if
he got the mercury.

It's all supposition
and coincidence.

He's the one, guv, I can smell it.
Then prove it.

Would a search warrant help?

I told you,
I've never seen it before.

Simon, you know that
you're under caution. Yes.

You understand you're not under arrest,
you can leave here at any time.

I'm here voluntarily.
I get it.

Please also get that there is a team of
officers turning your room inside-out.

So you need to be ahead of this

before they find something.
I'm a history student.

I read books.
I don't make bombs.

Hello, mate.

No, nothing.

There's no physical evidence.

No traces of mercury vapor
on the walls, there's...

nothing hidden on his computer.

Right, okay.

Thanks, Sam.

( Snaps fingers )

You got a screwdriver?

So, Waldman catches you stealing the
tranquilizers... That's ridiculous.

Only his silence comes at a price;
You don't like being blackmailed.

If you think I did this, arrest me.
Fingerprint me, take my DNA.

I think you're very careful...
the gloves, the glass...

and you know
there are no traces.

So I'm guilty because you
haven't any evidence? No, I'm...

Simon, this is
Detective Inspector Chandler.

Tell us about
the thermostat, Simon.

What?

We know that's where
you got the mercury.

And when they've finished
dusting the casing for prints,

whose do you think
they'll find?

It's over, son.

It-it's true.

I did it...

all of it.

Stole the drugs, made sure Waldman
got the blame so he'd get fired.

Only it wasn't enough.
Had to do more.

Ordered the book.

Made the bomb.

I killed him.

Why did you do that?

He'd worked out how to do it.

To do what?

Enter my dreams.

Mess... with the architecture.

Steal my secrets.

He... put thoughts into my head.

Bad... bad things, like...

And you had to stop it?

Of course.

Because now he was doing it
whilst I was awake.

Anytime, whenever he liked,

he was in here.

Um...

I couldn't let him win.

Don't you see?
The voices saved me.

They told me what to do.

Not guilty, of course.

JACOB:
Due to mental illness?

How did I guess?
He hears voices, Jake.

He also confessed.

To Waldman entering his dreams
and stealing his thoughts.

How do you think
that will play?

This was planned
and executed in cold blood.

He wasn't responsible
for his actions.

He didn't know
what he was doing.

He knew enough
to plan it for weeks,

cover his tracks, and make
it look like a hate crime.

You can't make
this stick, Rachel.

There's no motive. It's a bonkers crime.
Why else would he do it?

Waldman caught him
stealing tranquilizers.

He's a schizophrenic.
Says who?

His doctor.
Martin Middlebrook.

(♪)

MIDDLEBROOK: Look, I understand
you're frustration,

but I couldn't tell the police.
It's patient confidentiality.

How long has he been
your patient?

Simon came to us having started
showing signs of schizophrenia,

paranoid delusions,
hearing voices...

When was this?
Six months ago.

I got him on a trial
I'm conducting for a new drug.

It's a double-blind trial, Neither
the patient nor the clinician...

Knows if they're taking the
drug or a placebo. I know.

Right. After four months,
he showed no symptoms at all.

I broke his double-blind
code last night.

He's been taking T-489.
It's been a remarkable success.

So when he claims
he's hearing voices

and there are people in his
dreams, that's all made up?

Whatever made Simon do what he did,
it's not because of his illness.

(♪)

I just saw Rachel Mathesson.
She gave me this.

Ah. Bet he was rattled.

Middlebrook blew her mental
illness defense out of the water.

What do you think?
In and out in ten?

This is an application to have
my client's confession excluded

under section 78 of PACE.

Prior to arrest, my client voluntarily
agreed to come into questioning,

but was merely told he was under
caution, not what it meant,

or that he was entitled
to free legal advice.

He received legal advice...
Only after he confessed,

which was when he was arrested
and cautioned properly.

Is this true, Mr. Thorne?

That up to his actual arrest, this
man's rights were not made clear?

He was informed
that he was under caution.

But not what it meant.

In the light of this abuse
of process, my lord,

I ask that all significant comments
made by my client be thrown out.

I'm forced to agree.

In addition, since my client's
alleged confession is inadmissible

and the evidence that makes up the rest
of the prosecution is circumstantial,

I ask that all charges
against my client be dropped.

My lord, if we're going to
talk about abuse of process...

The Crown have no case.

We have the mercury missing from the
thermostat outside Simon Wells's room,

and his fingerprints
are all over the casing.

Along with just about
everyone else on that corridor.

Sorry, Mr. Thorne.

What happened in there?!

It's a setback,

but I promise that...
What?

My father didn't do anything,
and that madman blew him up,

which he confessed to...
doesn't that mean anything?

It's just that in this
instance, the procedure...

I don't care. He was
the best man I ever knew,

and now he's dead, someone
needs to speak for him.

We do.

Then speak louder.

RONNIE: He walked? This morning.

( Exhales )
Right. Thanks.

For God's sake, it was a routine
Caution Plus 3, Ronnie,

and the one time you...
Yeah, I know, I know.

Come on, so he didn't
spell everything out.

I mean, none of us
were expecting a confession.

Well, I certainly
didn't anticipate it.

Haven't you got a meal-for-one
waiting for you to heat up?

I don't heat 'em up, guv.
I just suck 'em frozen.

Did you know that
Simon Wells's dad

is the registered owner
of a .22 caliber rifle?

Like the firing pin
in the bomb.

Like the firing pin.

Tell Jake and Alesha
in the morning, and now

go home, Ron.

Nice catch.

(♪)

Yes, I own a rifle.

It's fully registered.

I use it for shooting rabbits,
that sort of thing.

Simon and I used to go out into
the woods when he was younger.

Just us.
He used to enjoy that.

May I see it?

Mr. Wells?

Right.
It went missing.

When?

About six weeks ago.

You didn't report any loss?

When was Simon last here?

Not for some time.
Yeah. When?

I don't see what... Gordon,
this isn't helping.

About six weeks ago.

I see.

There's more.

Simon was staying with us.

And I came down one morning

and he was in the corner there,

naked and crying,

and saying that
the voices had come back.

Did you call his doctor?
Middlebrook? Waste of time.

He said it was a panic attack,
nothing to worry about.

But it wasn't.
I saw him.

The drugs aren't working,

and no one seems to care.

You still can't make it stick.

Why not? The firing pin
matches the dad's gun.

Can't prove Simon took it.
No,

but it went "missing" at
the time that Simon was there.

I don't care how much Rachel Mathesson
argues diminished responsibility,

he showed intent weeks before.

Is it in the interests
of justice to proceed,

do we have a realistic
prospect of conviction,

and did you just do
a pair of rabbit ears?

No, no, and yes.
Don't do it again.

So that it?

Simon Wells blows up
Jonathan Waldman

and we just let him go?
What else can we do?

Have him committed.

Simon Wells is a sick man.
He's a danger to himself and others.

At least this way we get
him off the streets.

It's not our job to...

He needs help. Who else
is gonna see that he gets it?

This morning you wanted
to lock him up.

And this afternoon,
I met his parents.

Look, it might not be justice,
but it's something.

It won't happen.

Middlebrook will swear he's fine
as long as he takes his meds.

That's not what
his parents say.

And neither would Sara Waldman.
Talk to his parents.

If this is what they want,
there'll have to be a tribunal.

(♪)

He showed classic symptoms...

paranoia, delusions,
voices in his head.

And you concluded?

Based on the time
I was with him,

I believe Simon Wells
is a schizophrenic.

And in your opinion, Doctor, does he
present a danger to himself and others?

Yes, I believe he does.

Based on the time you
were with him. Yes.

How long did you
interview my client?

I observed him
for several hours.

But how long did you
actually spend with him

before you concluded just
what a danger he represented?

Forty-five minutes.

Thank you.

My name is Martin Middlebrook,

MBBS, MSC,

MA, PhD,
FRCP, MRC-Psych.

Currently I'm professor of
psychiatry at Thameside University.

Before that, I was three
years at the Bethlem

and Maudsley hospital
as senior lecturer

and honorary consultant
psychiatrist.

I was also two years at the Kronfeld
Forschungstalt fur Psychiatrie.

I beg your pardon?
I'm sorry.

The Kronfeld Institute for
Psychiatric Research in Munich.

Thank you.

Simon Wells was a patient
in your care, is that right?

He was part of a trial I was
conducting into a new drug...

T-489. To alleviate the
symptoms of schizophrenia?

That's right.
And how did Simon respond?

Well, it had
a remarkable effect.

Within a very short period of
time, he was asymptomatic.

In your expert opinion, Doctor,

based on your extensive
knowledge of my client,

do you think that he poses a
threat to himself or anyone else?

Provided he continues
taking his medication,

there's no reason
why he should.

Thank you.

That's not what two equally
expert psychiatrists have said.

They were with him for
a total of an hour and a half,

interviewing him in turn
like some sort of tag team.

I'm not sure how much weight we
should attach to their findings.

His parents found him crying, naked,
hearing the voices all over again.

How much weight
shall we attach to them?

In my experience, seeing
a loved one in distress

affects our perception
of what's happening.

You're saying
they're exaggerating?

I'm saying they're parents,
not doctors.

So despite the evidence
given by two expert witnesses,

the firsthand experience
of Mr. and Mrs. Wells,

you're right and they're all wrong?
Yes.

It's not possible
you could be mistaken?

The letters after my name aren't
there by accident. It's not likely.

A few letters after his name
and suddenly he's infallible?

Honestly, I don't get it.

Are we the only ones
who didn't buy it?

The judge certainly did.

And Simon Wells goes free
because Middlebrook says so.

Why would Middlebrook put
himself on the line like that?

Especially since he didn't even
carry out the evaluations.

His research assistant did.

What were the scores the day
after his panic attack?

Perfect tens.
No mention of any problems.

So how come she wasn't the one
giving evidence just now?

WOMAN: I conducted all
of Simon's evaluations.

After Dr. Middlebrook had done
the initial one, of course,

and made his selection.
And Dr. Middlebrook trusts you?

( Laughs ) I should hope so.

We've been together
nearly eight years.

I was with him in Munich.

The Kronfeld Forschungstalt
fur Psychiatrie.

Yes, he said. Simon had a panic
attack when he was with his parents.

That's right.

Doesn't protocol dictate that
you should have reported it?

I... discussed it
with Dr. Middlebrook.

He said it wasn't relevant.

Jake.

Jake.

I've just got off the phone
to Munich.

The place Middlebrook
was so keen to tell us about?

Vorsprung durch Technik?
Yep.

Turns out he was in charge of another
drug test there about seven years ago.

One of his subjects
started well,

then quickly began showing
alarming signs

of reverting to the mood swings
and the voices...

And Middlebrook did nothing?
Even though this girl's parents

begged him to take her
off the meds.

After a while, Middlebrook
stopped returning their calls.

What about the girl?
Did she hurt anyone?

Three weeks after that, she stepped in
front of the Munich-Nuremberg Express.

So Mister Infallible has form.

So, Middlebrook made a mistake.
It's not against the law.

No, he made a mistake
in Germany.

This is second time around.

What, once is a misfortune,
twice looks like carelessness?

He's covering something up.
Based on what?

He stated publicly that T-489
is some sort of wonder drug.

It isn't. So why is he
so determined that it is?

We know what he says publicly.

Talk to the drug company,
find out what he says privately.

(♪)

We have a longstanding
relationship with Dr. Middlebrook.

He's one of the leading practitioners
in his field. So he keeps saying.

He's already applied
for another grant...

worth 7.5 million
over the next five years.

Providing the current test
goes smoothly.

Our statement.

"Whilst we rely completely
on Dr. Middlebrook's results,

"in all matters
relating to the tests,

"he has sole responsibility.

FRKL Pharma cannot
be held responsible"...

Yeah, we get it.
It's got nothing to do with you.

Is it possible Middlebrook broke the
double-blind code earlier than he said?

That he knew Simon was on T-489
from the beginning?

Wouldn't that invalidate
the study?

Or is the apparent success
of T-489 more important?

JACOB: Did it worry that
all this valuable data

was being gathered not by Dr.
Middlebrook, but by his assistant?

No. We have the highest regard
for Miss Anstiss. In fact,

we've invited her to set up
an in-house testing division.

(♪)

You don't think it's a
conflict of interest?

Well, I've spoke to
Dr. Middlebrook about it,

and he was fine with it.
He was?

He suggested me to FRKL.

He's setting you up
and you don't even know it.

Nonsense.
He respects me.

It's your name
on Simon's assessment,

he's made sure that
you're responsible,

and he's given you the apparent
motive to massage the data.

Wake up.
When this hits the fan,

he's gonna duck and you're
gonna get it full in the face.

That's... that's not...

It wasn't a panic attack,
was it?

We know about Munich, Julia,

why that girl stepped
in front of the train.

Oh.

Munich was one of those...

It-it sometimes happens.

I told Middlebrook that
his symptoms were getting worse.

And what did he do?

He told me to
alter the results.

He must have already
broken the double-blind code

and knew that Simon
was on T-489.

He told FRKL that Simon was some
sort of poster boy for the drug.

How could he tell them
it had all gone wrong?

And you just
went along with it?

Martin is a brilliant man.

To work with him all this time,

to have the opportunity to...

He said Simon
would pull through,

that we just had to
stick with him,

that he could jeopardize everything
we've worked for if we...

If you told the truth.

He's a genius.

I'd do anything to...

Did Simon mention
Jonathan Waldman?

He told me Waldman
was out to get him, yes.

Did he say what
he was going to do?

He said he was going to
stop him once and for all.

Did you tell Middlebrook that

He laughed

He said that's just
Simon being Simon,

and couldn't I see the joke.

(♪)

I'm not quite sure what it is
you think my client's done.

He made a mistake,
that's all. Regrettable,

- But hardly grounds
- He made a mistake?

As far as I'm aware,
I didn't build the bomb,

I didn't post it,
I didn't kill Jonathan Waldman.

All I did was have little faith
that Simon Wells would pull through.

I was wrong.
I'll say.

Let me try
and make this simple.

Dealing with experimental drugs
is never plain sailing.

The clue is in the word
"experimental."

Thank you. I was struggling.
There will always be glitches.

Blowing up Jonathan Waldman
was a glitch?

Do you honestly think there's
a criminal case to answer?

Okay, enough of this.

Your client was fully aware
of the situation.

He knew the dangers,
and did nothing.

He could have hospitalized
Simon, changed his medication,

warned the police, or at the
very least, Jonathan Waldman.

Instead, what did he do?

He falsified the data
in direct breach

of the ethics committee protocol

so it looked good in
the eyes of the drug company.

Which makes it manslaughter.

You bet there's
a criminal case to answer.

ALESHA:
FRKL have been busy.

They must have needed a lorry.

All sent over this afternoon.

I love a good snow job...

because now I know they've
got something to hide.

JACOB:
Have you got any mention there

of Simon having had a PET scan?

It's here in the budget,
but I don't recall.

A what scan?
Positron Emission Tomography.

Medical malpractice,
two years ago.

No. There's no mention of any scan.
Huh.

Well, he charged FRKL for
forty scans at a grand a pop.

There's two for
every patient in the study.

He pocketed 40,000
of FRKL'S money?

Oh ho! They are gonna love
that when you bring it up on cross.

I want to know for sure first.

Simon Wells is at
the Maudsley, right?

(♪)

Being here...

being looked after...

has made me realize...

before, it-it's like I was
living in someone else's body...

what I saw, what I felt...

what I thought.

I can't believe I did such a...

Poor man.
You were sick.

Doesn't make it
any easier, though.

I need to ask,

were you ever given a PET scan?

Of course.
You were?

Middlebrook took me himself.

I'd started hearing
the voices again.

Can you remember where?

Somewhere expensive.

In Marylebone.

(♪)

There.
( Tapping keyboard )

Wells, S.,
in glorious Technicolor.

Thank you.

You said he was schizophrenic.
Yep.

Well, whoever told you that
never looked at this scan.

What's he doing here?

We found out
something important,

and Simon wanted to be here
when we told you.

Perhaps you'd like to
tell us what it is.

It's a PET scan.

PET scans are routinely
carried out before drug tests

to confirm that the patient
is indeed schizophrenic

and not suffering
from anything else.

Would you like to tell us
what this means?

This area here.

It means I'm going to die.

It means I have a tumor.

I'm not a schizophrenic.

Which you would have found out
right at the start

if you hadn't been so busy
cutting corners.

JACOB: Although tumors can
mimic schizophrenic symptoms,

Simon was also complaining
of headaches and vomiting,

which has nothing to do
with schizophrenia.

But you ignored all that
because it didn't fit, did it?

It just got in the way,
and you...

I didn't have time.

All right?

FRKL were desperate
to complete tests

and take the drug to market.

And it was working.

The others on T-489
were getting their lives back.

This drug will make a difference to
hundreds of thousands of people.

Let's not forget that.

So you just sacrifice Simon
for the greater good?

The truth would have
come out at some point.

You must have known that.

Do you think I had
some kind of master plan?

No, I think by that stage
you were only interested

in saving your
precious reputation.

I had a department to fund.

A university on my back.
A drugs company.

Do you people know what
that kind of pressure means?!

Do you know what
"inoperable" means?

The thing is,
you only got the scan done

when Simon's symptoms returned.

You saw the scan
and you knew what it meant.

And you knew that if
you acknowledged the tumor

you'd have to admit to having not
done the scan in the first place.

Simon could have received
treatment right then.

Could even have made
a full recovery.

But instead, you made Julia
Anstiss falsify the data, and...

Sentenced me to death.

Are you sure those letters after
your name aren't there by accident?

We're done here.
Look at me.

Look at me!

I've got a few months,
maybe three if I'm lucky.

That's what they tell me.

And you knew.

I killed that poor man, and...

and now I'm dead too.

But you knew.

( Door opens, closes )

JACOB: Right now, for the death of
Jonathan Waldman it's manslaughter,

gross negligence.

You'll answer for
Simon Wells, too.

When the time comes, I'll be
charging you with murder.

Simon told us.

Thank you for making him pay.

You don't have to thanks us.

It's about all we can do.

You can be strong...
for Simon.

The tumor will...
change him.

Just love him.

WOMAN:
She had an okay day, Jake.

Now they've relieved
some of the pressure,

the pain is manageable.

I told her you were coming. And?

It's okay, Mum.

I'm right here.

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