All language subtitles for Lewis.S08E05.Beyond Good and Evil Part 1 x264 RB58

(Birdsong)

(Buzzing)

(Electronic whining)

♪ WAGNER: Lohengrin -
Prelude to Act 3

Cheers.

Should you misplace or lose any item
within the secure area...

.. it must be reported to a member of
staff immediately. Yes, I know.

I have been here once or twice
before.

Just doing my job, Doctor.

~ How was his weekend?
~ Good.

He was out in the allotment
yesterday, as you suggested.

Very good.
Sleeping? Any improvement?

Better.

(Classical music blaring)

Lawrie, you have a visitor.

Dr Sally Rook.

Feeding time at the zoo, then, is
it?

Still as keen on the old sorcerer
as ever, then, Graham.

Mm.

According to this, quality time
should be measured not in minutes,
but in moments.

So, an hour here is equivalent to a
fortnight in Rimini?

Well, I wouldn't say that.
But it'll do for starters.

(Phone rings)

Oh, I'd better get that, sorry.

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, I can be there in about half
an hour.

OK, see you.

Innocent.

I've got to go. Sorry.

Don't be daft. You'd better get
going. I'll deal with this.

It was a nice moment while it
lasted.

What sort of new evidence?

Cross-contamination of DNA in the
forensics lab.

It's not looking good.

You're not serious? Graham Lawrie is
a certified psychopath.

And one who, for the past 13 years,
has consistently protested his
innocence.

Well, with respect, he's guilty.

We found his DNA at the crime scene.

Heston Forensics have already been
implicated in two other appeals.

~ Both convictions were overturned.
~ He killed three of our own!

~ Bashed their heads in with a hammer!
~ I don't like this any more than you
do, Robbie.

~ Well, when's this appeal being heard?
~ Day after tomorrow.

It might come to nothing.

Well, I hope you're right.

If Nietzsche is right and God is
dead,

then it's up to us to shape our own
morality.

Can we accept this challenge?

If we don't, we've just failed
Nietzsche's only real test of being
human.

Thank you, Luke.

Hello.

Are you OK?

There's been a big increase in
traffic on the site
since the appeal started.

~ Trolling and hate mail as usual?
~ No. Not all of it.

Lots of supportive messages.

We're really getting somewhere this
time.

~ I think there's a good chance.
~ I'm not free yet.

Soon.

No.

~ Did you bring the book?
~ Yes, of course.

Oh, thank you.

I really do appreciate everything
you've done, Pamela.

Really.

Ah, Jean Innocent's right.
This isn't looking great.

Why?

"They consistently failed to follow
basic laboratory procedures."

He's tried every legal trick in the
book over the years. None of them
have worked.

That's pretty much what Jean said.

Yeah, well, she's right.

Look, I know how difficult it was
for you - for everyone. I was there.

Three funerals in one month.

It was a bad job.
We should have caught him sooner.

You are gonna have to let it go.

Graham Lawrie is securely locked up,
and that's where he's gonna stay.

Nah, if he gets out it's down to me.

The case against him should have
been stronger. Everybody knows it.

~ As requested, one packet of pork
scratchings.
~ Thank you.

Well, they say
you can take the girl out of Leeds...

~ There's nothing wrong with them!
~ There's nothing right with them.

~ They're very good.
~ I will take your word for it.

So how are you enjoying life
amongst the dreaming spires?

Hm, yeah. I mean, obviously
the locals are a bit odd.

They grow on you.

No, it's fine, actually.

Er, Tony's working all the hours
down at the pumping station,

but I think we're beginning to
settle in.

~ How is he?
~ Why don't you ask him yourself?

~ Hiya.
~ All right, mate.

~ How are you doing?
~ Good.

Hiya.

Er, James was just asking
how you're enjoying Oxford.

Apart from the cyclists, you mean?

Had a bit of a prang this morning.

~ It's like the Tour de France.
~ All part of the charm. You get used
to it.

Yeah, I lived in Cowley till I was
ten, so I know the place pretty
well.

Better than this one, anyway.

~ Bit of a homecoming, then?
~ Oh, yes... something like that.

~ What are you drinking?
~ Pint, please.

Same again.

How can you have it like that?

It's the only way to have it.

God, I'm looking forward to getting
home - bath and feet up.

What you up to tonight?

Meant to be going for a curry with
the missus.

~ Oscar Mike Three, are you receiving?
~ Oscar Mike Three receiving, over.

Just received a report of a
potential jumper at St Saviour's
Tower, over.

Seems like the curry'll have to
wait. Come on.

(Siren wailing)

I've got it. Back in five.

Oh, Mark, you're a star. Thank you.

~ The tower isn't open to the public.
~ I'd like to check it out, just to be
sure.

Be my guest. I'm not going up there.
I've got bad knees.

Through the cloister.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

My name's Mark. I'm a police
officer.

You're not in trouble.
I just want to talk to you...

~ Had he received any threats?
~ Not that I know of.

Did he mention anyone with a grudge,
anything like that?

No, nothing.

He offered to go up there on his
own.

I had no idea...

I should have gone with him.

(She sobs) I'm sorry.

Well, you don't have to be Houdini
to pick the lock.

~ Anything?
~ Er, no.

No, not really. She's pretty shaken
up.

Just that the call was for
a suspected suicide attempt.

It's exam season.

Right, let's do this.

~ Hey, Laura.
~ Oh.

Attacked from behind.
Heavy force to the back of the head.

He wouldn't have stood a chance.

~ Have you informed the family?
~ Er, wife's a paramedic.
Six-month-old baby.

27. Murdered trying to save a life.

Charity is the prerogative of the
weak. The weak have taken power.

That is the tragedy.
Strong men are being oppressed.

Men of will. Masters.
Are you a master, Wilkins?

~ Or are you a slave?
~ I don't know.

Society doesn't produce
many exceptional individuals.

But those that are,
they can change the world.

Perforating fracture, with one heavy
strike.

Weapon passed through both tables of
the skull, leaving a more or less
clean opening.

~ Any thoughts on the weapon?
~ Heavy, with a sharp point.

~ What, like a pick-axe or something?
~ Yeah, or...

.. a roof slater's hammer.

I've been digging around
in the archive overnight.

And a bit before your time, but back
in 2001,

I worked on the... Graham Lawrie
murders.

He killed three policemen.
I remember.

His first victim, PC Neal Chadwick.

Killed by a blow to the back of the
head, with a heavy, pointed object.

The weapon was never found.

The puncture wound through the skull
left a striation mark.

A signature ragged edge. See?

Thing is... I found exactly the same
marks from last night.

~ Oh, God.
~ I think you need to talk to Robbie.

MAN: Hello, yes, I've just seen
someone at the top of St Saviour's
Tower.

I think they're threatening to jump
off.

Right... and are you with them now?

Sorry? You're breaking up there...

Can I just take your name?
(Static over phone)

~ That's it. ~ The phone's been switched
off ever since.

Just like in 2001.

Three police officers, Neal Chadwick,
Jimmy Alderman and Martin Wong.

All killed by Graham Lawrie,
currently a patient in Thamesmarsh.

At the time, he was working as a
roofer at St Saviour's.

And obviously he hated the police.

Each of the officers was lured with a
999 call,

and then hit on the head with a
hammer.

And now Constable Mark Travis,

killed in the same way,
and at the same spot, as Chadwick.

Obviously there are uncomfortable
echoes here.

Echoes? He's clearly involved.

He must have an accomplice on the
outside,

someone he's passing instructions to.

Or someone trying to make it look
that way.

Why wait until now?

~ He's been inside for 13 years.
~ His appeal starts tomorrow.

Obviously, he'll do anything
to discredit the original conviction.

It goes without saying that the
death of PC Travis is a shocking
tragedy.

Anyone who feels they need to take
some personal time, my door is
always open.

A book of condolence has been
opened.

If you want to contribute to that,
please do so.

I want updates on Travis's family,
friends and colleagues.

A background check, social media
check for any threats and his arrest
history.

We're also asking everyone to be on
alert, travel in pairs,

let other officers know where you
are when responding to a call.

Thank you.

Robbie... Can I have a word?

So what am I meant to do, just sit on
my hands?

You can advise, but this is
Hathaway's case.

You need to step back
and let him get on with it.

I know Graham Lawrie better than
anyone.

I was there. I arrested him.

I know how personal this is for you,
but that's the problem.

I need open minds on this case
and you don't have one.

I've got the press all over it like
a rash.

The reputation of the whole force is
on the line.

~ So I'm not to be trusted, is that it?
~ Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I trust your judgment more than I
trust my own. But you need to trust
Hathaway.

Hoax call. Same MO.

So you think there's something in
what Lewis was saying?

~ Well, it's one theory.
~ And the other?

If the original weapon's been used
again,
either he gave it to somebody or...

Or he wasn't the killer in the first
place.

We have to consider it.
Dig up everything we've got on the
original case.

~ Who sees Lawrie, does he write to
anyone... ~ I've checked already.

Access to him is controlled
by his doctor, Sally Rook.

She diagnosed him in the trial.

On the outside, Lawrie is a perfect
mimic of a normal human being.

Sincere, intelligent - even charming.

~ And on the inside?
~ All is chaos.

A fundamental lack
of internal personality structure.

He's a perfect psychopath.

You sound like you admire him.

From a research point of view, I do.

We need to establish who has access
to him,

any visitors he's had, any
correspondence he may have received.

Of course.

And I'm gonna need to speak to him
myself.

I don't see how that will help you.

How's that?

He enjoys lying. It gives him power.

Then he likes to tease the lie
right under your nose.

Now... that's the list of visitors
for the past 12 months.

Lots of letters arrive.

Oh, he doesn't get to read them,
and er... he's not much of a writer.

~ Just three visitors?
~ He's not much of a people person
either.

~ I think there's one missing.
~ I don't think so.

Well, I assume you need to be on
here?

Ah, I see.

Yes, of course.

~ Where were you at 7pm yesterday?
~ I was still here, working.

You can check... but then again
everyone I work with is a liar.

~ Katherine Warwick's his solicitor,
right? ~ Uh-huh.

~ And what about Pamela Carson?
~ Er, bookbinder at the Bodleian.

She's leading a campaign for Lawrie.

He claims he's a victim
of a miscarriage of justice.

There's always one, isn't there?

~ And then... Brendan Ward? ~ Is a
philosophy fellow here at Ripley.

What does he want with Lawrie?

Nietzsche is outlining
what it takes to be a genius, Luke.

He isn't proposing a psychopath's
charter.

But what's the point of his
philosophy if we never put it into
practice?

(Knocking)

Dr Ward.

DS Maddox.

~ So you're a regular visitor?
~ Yes.

It's not a crime, is it?

How long have you been going to see
him?

I first met him about ten years ago.

After I read that book about him.

Is that Ringstead, Dorset?

Yes. I grew up near there. Weymouth.

I know. I've been there. It's
beautiful.

Why are you so interested in him?

He's been the victim
of the most awful misunderstanding.

And tomorrow the Court of Appeal
will confirm that.

I see you share the same taste in
philosophy.

I've learnt a lot since I've known
Graham.

You should try reading it.

Dr Rook asked me to go and talk to
Lawrie.

About what?

He thinks he has a passion for
Nietzsche. She wanted me to
encourage it.

And you didn't think that was
strange?

I considered it a thought
experiment. I was open to it.

Besides, Sally has a strangely
benevolent attitude to Lawrie.

She likes to indulge his interests.

And how was he?

Like every bad boy who thinks they
understand Nietzsche,

he has a pretty superficial reading
of his work.

Tends to pick and choose what suits
him - the will to power, the
Ubermensch.

Everything the Nazis admired.

Interesting chap, though, if you can
put aside what he's done, of course.

He didn't do that, did he?

What? Er, no. No.

Gym accident, I'm embarrassed to
say.

Bloody rowing machine.

Let me give you this, just in case
you remember anything else.

As much as I'd like to have control
over the entire judicial system,

whether his conviction is quashed
is a matter for the judges, not me.

The timing of last night's murder
is pretty convenient for your case,
though.

I find what you're inferring
offensive.

Of course it throws uncertainty on
the original verdict, but it's not
evidence.

And that'll stop you using it, will
it?

Spare me the lecture, please.

The investigation was flawed.

The repercussions will be felt
throughout the Oxfordshire force.

The DNA is severely compromised.

It could be that the wrong man
has been put away for the past 13
years

and the real killer is still out
there.

Good to see you, Mr Hathaway.

(Low chatter)

~ You told me to dig up everything.
~ No, it's good.

~ I could have done with a heads up,
that's all. ~ Sorry.

The statement wasn't disclosed
in the original trial.

Do we know why?

Just got lost in the system, I guess.

It ended up getting archived
in unused materials.

So, in 2001, Lawrie had an alibi for
PC Neal Chadwick's murder, and we
lost it.

Can I have a word?

Well, this was front-page news for
weeks.

We took dozens of statements,
worked through them.

No, you didn't. Not all of them.

So one slipped through.

(He chuckles) George Bernard.
I know this bloke.

He'd give anybody an alibi for a
bottle of vodka.

That doesn't matter.
We still have to disclose it.

Can you imagine the pressure
we were under at the time, James?

Fellow officers, friends,
family men - people with futures -

just hacked down while doing their
duty.

And now Lawrie's doing it all over
again, only this time he's got help.

He's laughing at us while you waste
your time chasing up old statements.

~ I agree with the accomplice theory.
~ Do you?

What, by holding this under my nose?

Because some poor, overworked
disclosure officer didn't dot an I or
cross a T?

That's not failing to dot an I and
cross a T. That's an alibi.

You're playing right into Lawrie's
hands. His legal team will have a
field day with it.

Yeah, and why shouldn't they if he's
innocent?

I didn't put away the wrong man.

(Text alert beeps)

What the hell?

"Be seeing you, Lawrie."

~ What's he doing with a mobile phone?
~ How did he get your number?

Is it just the one night, Mr Blayne?

Oh, I hope I'll be here and around a
bit longer.

Thank you.

I'll take that for you, sir. This
way.

~ I hate these places.
~ I think that's the idea.

Oh, can you get a copy of Lawrie's
visitor list, so we can compare it
to Rook's.

(She knocks)

~ This is strange.
~ HATHAWAY: What is?

Well, it says that Brendan Ward's
been here 17 times in the last two
months.

It's almost as many times
as what Rook's been to see Lawrie.

That's not the impression he gave me.

Well, maybe they had a lot to talk
about.

Do you mind organising the room
search? Then I can introduce myself
to Mr Lawrie.

Yeah, no worries.

~ Just this way.
~ Fine. Thank you.

~ There you go.
~ Thank you.

I heard about that policeman.

~ Awful. ~ Is there anything you can
tell me about it?

I only know what they said about it
on the news.

It does sound very familiar, though.

You're running this one, aren't you?
What happened to Robbie Lewis?

If there's a connection to you,
you know we'll find it.

You'll find a connection whether one
exists or not. Isn't that how it
works?

Next you'll be telling me
I walked out of here and did it.

~ You know who did it, though, don't
you? ~ Course I do.

It's the same person
who murdered the first three.

The guy Lewis should have caught
13 years ago.

Ma'am.

~ Well, look at that.
~ I had no idea.

How did you get DI Lewis's phone
number?

A journalist is quite a handy contact
to have.

Hugo Blayne?

What does the message mean?

I just wanted to say hello.

~ Are you trying to threaten him?
~ Not at all. No hard feelings.

No feelings at all... also Dr Rook
tells me.

Anyway, I'll get to say hello in
person soon enough, won't I?

You should get onto the phone
provider to see what they can give
us.

And the pills?

A question for our freedom-fighting
bookbinder, I think, don't you?

Thanks.

Anabolic steroids?

Graham is very vulnerable in there.
He wanted something to help.

~ Vulnerable? Right.
~ You don't understand, do you?

Graham is a kind and gentle man.

He's in there surrounded by violent
prisoners. He doesn't belong there.

Graham is innocent.

You're not, though.

Stop it. Just stop it, Robbie!

~ What do you want?
~ Well, look...

Maybe you should just take some time
off.

~ Go away for the weekend.
~ Absolutely not.

~ No. ~ Look, Lawrie's already claiming
victory.

When he sent that text, I thought of
you.

Yeah, I know you did.
And it matters to me that you did.

~ But he's not an idiot.
He's not gonna hurt us.
~ Oh, isn't he?

You going mad is what he wants,
so don't give him the satisfaction.

So what am I supposed to do?

James is dragging his feet on the
case.

~ That's not fair.
~ I have to do something.

~ 324.
~ Thank you.

Hugo Blayne?

Have we met?

I'd like to talk to you about Graham
Lawrie.

Ah.

He contacted me. OK?

And you supplied him with a phone

and the phone number of a police
officer.

Well er, yes,
I sourced some numbers as a trade,

but I don't know how he got hold of
the phone. I don't want to know.

Yeah, you just wanted the story.

When someone like Lawrie
asks you to write his life story,

how he smuggled in the mobile
is... not my most pressing question.

~ Why did he pick you? ~ Ah, well, I
covered the original trial.

Got a book deal out of it.
I guess he must have approved.

So you're gonna do well out of this,
then?

There's huge public interest in
this, like it or not.

So you writing his memoir for him...
How does that work?

~ He calls. I listen.
~ What does he say?

He doesn't plead guilty,
if that's what you're thinking.

Sally Rook has him down as a
compulsive liar...

but I've always found him
to be remarkably consistent.

So not a lot of rewriting, then?

All I do is play back the recording
and write it up.

~ You record the calls?
~ Yes.

Ah...

You're going to ask to hear the
recordings, aren't you?

Excuse me.
What are you doing?

I'm sorry. I was hoping to speak to
you.

But when I wasn't here, you thought
you'd make yourself at home?

I'm so sorry. I wasn't meaning to
pry.

~ You're Brendan Ward's student,
aren't you? ~ Luke Burgess.

And what exactly are you doing here,
Mr Burgess?

I'd like to speak to you about Graham
Lawrie.

Sir.

Sir, I've been listening to the
interviews between Lawrie and Hugo
Blayne.

~ And they're mostly self-obsessed
ramblings... ~ Sounds like a
best-seller.

Then I found something odd
during one of the calls.

They get interrupted by Dr Rook,
but Lawrie keeps the call running.

It's one of her therapy sessions.

ROOK: But what if you had done it?

LAWRIE: Then I would have taken
pleasure in it.

The irony of killing the very person
who thinks they're trying to help.

Just wait. Here it comes now.

The police only help themselves.

Extinguishing a life
with one blow of my hammer.

So simple... so elegant.

If I'd done it, of course.

It's agitative therapy.

The idea is that it provokes
the inner truth of the patient.

It allows them to reveal what drives
their secret personality.

So you're telling me it's not a
confession?

Well, it may or may not be.

That's your job to decide.

I'm not interested in his guilt,
necessarily, but I am interested in
his thoughts.

And unless we've arrived at 1984,
thoughts are not crimes.

Unless they're instructions.

That session was private.

I had no idea it was being recorded
or heard by anyone outside the room.

And er, if you're suggesting
he had an accomplice,

I've told you who had access to him.

You failed to mention the journalist.

No, I wasn't aware of him.

Should I include your colleague
in the list of visitors now?

What colleague?

Detective Inspector Lewis.
He's with Lawrie now.

Excuse me.

Robbie, you didn't need to come
all the way down here.

You could have called me -
but they took my phone away.

Yeah, this isn't a social call.

You're gonna tell me who killed
Police Constable Mark Travis.

Are you getting me to do your work
for you now?

(He chuckles) God, I'd be flattered
if you didn't look so desperate.

And who does your work for you now,
outside?

~ Please...
~ Pamela Carson?

Lovely woman. Heart of gold.

Yeah, I suppose she does have her
uses.

~ Katherine Warwick?
~ Ah, now she is useful. Razor sharp.

A brilliant lawyer. Very good at
turning up lost evidence.

You could learn a thing or two from
her.

Brendan Ward?
What did you talk to him about?

Mm, you know, good and evil.
Right and wrong.

Just your average sort of banter.

Interesting chap. A bit bookish,
though. Not sure he's got it in him.

PC Travis had a six-month-old
daughter.

And what about the family I could
have had?

My wife left me after you put me in
here 13 years ago.

~ I bet you've never given me a second
thought. ~ You killed three people.

~ You don't deserve a second thought.
~ Oh, really?

Well, I tell you what,
when I'm freed later today,

I'm gonna make sure you spend the
rest of your life thinking about me.

You aren't going anywhere.

How's Laura, by the way?

Really looking forward to meeting
her.

Oh... home time.

~ What are you doing?
~ Lawrie's toying with us.

Yeah, I get that. I'm not stupid.

He's trying to wind us up, and
you're showing him that it's
working.

So what am I supposed to do?
Are you getting anywhere at all?

Just let me handle the case.

I need your help, but not like this.

Sir, er, sorry to interrupt,
but we've got to go.

~ No, you go. I've got work to do.
~ Right.

I'm sorry.

Are you OK, sir?

Yeah, fine.

Sure?

Yeah, I just want to pay my respects.

Least I can do.

~ Hello, Robbie.
~ Hi, Grant. All right?

Are you ready?

How do I look?

(Chatter)

I'm glad you changed your mind.

His colleagues will be pleased
to see you here.

It's a good turnout.

Mark Travis was well liked.

LEWIS: Who the hell let him in?

Robbie, don't.

This is a private event.
The family are here, for God's sake.

I'm just observing. We do still have
a free press, just about.

Everything OK?

Mr Blayne was just leaving.

Don't worry. I'm going.

He's such a creep.
He's been calling me.

~ Has he? What about? ~ Just digging for
information. I can handle him.

He makes my flesh crawl.

~ Still no love lost between you two.
~ Well, the guy's a vulture.

You should stop giving him material,
then.

(Car pulls up)

(Siren wailing)

JUDGE: The taking of the life of a
police officer

still ranks as one of society's most
heinous crimes, and rightly so.

Given the notoriety of the crimes,
and the nature of the murders
themselves,

this has been a draining and
emotional case for everybody
involved.

I would like to thank all those
involved for their dedication and
professionalism

in what were sometimes very
difficult circumstances.

Regarding the murders of PC Neal
Chadwick, PC Jimmy Alderman and PC
Martin Wong,

we have come to a decision regarding
the original conviction of Mr Graham
Lawrie.

INNOCENT: The tankard will be coming
round shortly

and I know I can rely on you all to
give generously.

~ I don't want to hear any coins
landing in there. ~ (Laughter)

But I think I speak for Kelly and
baby Mia when I say thank you for
your generosity.

I'm sure you'll agree it's the very
least we can offer at this
incredibly difficult time.

Thank you.

(Text alert)
Nicely done.

~ What's up?
~ I've got to go.

~ Sorry.
~ Is everything all right?

Well, it's Tony's boss.
Apparently Tony's had an accident.

~ Oh, no. Is he all right?
~ Yeah, apparently it's just a...

a bump on his head, but he wants me
to go and pick him up.

~ Do you want me to go with you?
~ Oh, no.

No, no, it's fine.
I feel bad having to leave.

~ Are you sure?
~ Yeah. Yeah, I won't be long.

We have considered the arguments put
forward.

In relation to the DNA evidence,

there are concerns about the poor
quality control measures in place.

However, of greater concern

is the discovery of a statement
giving the appellant an alibi for
one of the murders.

Hathaway didn't want to come?

Said he had work to do. That's as
much as I got.

~ How are you two?
~ You tell me.

(Machinery whirring)

Tony?

Tony?

Tony?

Tony?

Hiya. Is Lizzie about?

~ Did you miss each other?
~ How do you mean?

Well, she just left here to see you.

Oh? She didn't say anything.
We were supposed to meet here.

Aye, but then your boss texted
about you bumping your head...

Bumping my head?

Tony?

Tony?

Tone?

Come on, Hathaway! Where the hell are
you?

Lizzie?

Lizzie!

(Shouted questions)

Thank you. Thank you. I will be
making a full statement in due
course,

but for now, I'd just like to say
how grateful I am

that, despite the best efforts
of the Oxfordshire Police,

true justice has happened here
today.

13 years is a lot of your life
to have taken away from you.

So if you'll excuse me, I'd like to
go and start making up for lost
time.

Thank you.

(Shouted questions)

All be in the statement.

All the questions will be answered
in the statement.
Thank you, thank you.

As Graham Lawrie enjoys his first
full day of freedom in thirteen
years...

The repercussions of yesterday's
verdict are being keenly felt...

~ Hey! You're the man who ruined my
life. ~ This is not the time or the
place.

After two visits, I made my excuses
and called it quits.

They list Ward as visiting 17 times
in the last two months.

That's not Brendan Ward, that's his
student, Luke Burgess.