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.
I just slapped him...
Where you goin'?
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?
Open up, then.
Oi! Leave it alone!
That's an offense!
Give it back to me.
I want it back! It's not yours!
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!
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,
routinely picked up groceries for number six.
He even looked after the kids' pet in number eleven when they went on holiday.
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?
Dad?
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.
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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The bomb was made out of a standard padded envelope.
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.
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?
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?
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.
Yeah. It's one of our best-sellers.
Bit like The Da Vinci Code with fewer laughs?
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?
Laugh now.
But get ready... we're coming.
Well, ring in advance. We'll bung the kettle on.
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.
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.
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... 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 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.
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 don't know.
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.
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.
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.
I couldn't let him win.
Don't you see? The voices saved me.
They told me what to do.
Not guilty, of course.
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.
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.
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.
He walked? This morning.
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?
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?
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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