All language subtitles for Trial and Retribution s09e02 The Lovers 2

My son -in -law has gone missing.

He just disappeared into thin air.

He just wouldn't simply walk away.

I don't believe you're taking this
seriously at all.

Susan, there is always the possibility
he may not want to be found.

We had to call a doctor yesterday to see
her. She's not eating. No, sorry. And

she's walking herself into exhaustion
every day.

Oh, it's a thought.

It's Daddy. I think it's his heart.

Oh, somewhere from my special
relationship with the commissioner.

It's just what I wanted.

It's a girl.

Just, just get out, please. Just leave
me alone.

She's on the verge of a nervous
breakdown.

I did everything you told me to.

I'm on my own, I swear to you.

Yes, I'll be there.

Something happened this evening, and...
Well, I know that Mark's alive.

Oh, excuse me.

Okay, last but not least, we need to
trace this man as we now have him on two

separate sections of CCTV footage and
both times he's got his plaster cast on

different wrist.

Okay, listen, I don't want this
information to leave this office. I do

the press to get hold of it, but we're
hoping that he's not, as Lisa's

suggesting, emulating the American
serial killer Ted Bundy.

Okay, this is a computer -generated
image of how he may look minus the wig.

We made his hair receding and darker due
to the colour of his eyebrows.

But this is just an impression.

He may have more hair or less.

My office now, Satch.

Have you had any breakfast?

Yes.

Where are you going?

Just going for a walk. I'll be back
shortly.

Wait, I'll come with you. No, just wait
here.

I'll be on my mobile.

Susan, are you meeting someone? Just
going for a walk.

You've been late every day this week,
Satch. It isn't on.

You know, if you need paternity leave,
just take it, for Christ's sake. I need

everybody working flat out this week.
I'm sorry, it won't happen again.

I was just walking out of the flat and
she projectile vomited all over my suit.

Do you see that, Connor?

Mike? Yeah.

Okay, I'll get someone over there now.

Thanks.

Susan's mother just called Walker.

She's worried. Susan at the hotel may be
going to meet someone.

Shit, so Susan Harrington's done a
disappearing act. Great.

Is she still not answering her mobile?

No, it's switched off so we can't even
ping it. Oh, stupid girl.

If someone tried to contact her, why
didn't she tell us? Mrs Thorpe said she

rang her last night on her way from
Heathrow, but when she got to the hotel,

Susan was out.

Didn't get back for five minutes, and
when she did, wouldn't say where she'd

been. So she could have made a phone
call she didn't want us to monitor.

This morning, she asked the doorman of
her hotel the best way to get to

Teddington.

But her mother insists she doesn't know
anyone in Teddington.

Although she was dressed up as if she
was going to meet somebody.

Maybe another crank?

Susan?

Susan Harrington?

Yes?

You said 9 .15. I've been here for ages.

Sorry, I got held up.

Don't you walk with me?

Oh, did Tom say he wasn't going to be in
this morning?

No, the fruit was all ready to put out,
so he must have been in.

Or maybe he's gone to get something for
the cats.

What cats?

The ones out back. He said they've
been...

fiddling on the crates.

Yeah, I know. The smell's been really
bad lately. When he gets back, ask him

call me.

Oh, I'll take some of these cherry
tomatoes, Eddie dear.

Please.

Please don't let this be some kind of
sick joke.

I won't go with you unless you give me
some more details.

Didn't you get enough last night?

No.

No, I need to know more.

This is your husband, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it's Mark.

Then if you want to know where he is,
walk with me.

There's a lot more I can tell you.

Do you know where he is?

Yes, I do.

I can even take you to him.

You're a very good girl.

Yeah, hold on to me.

You see, I'm putting myself at risk,
even agreeing to mate with you. But I

agree because I trust you.

Oh, you can trust me.

And I swear before God you can trust me.
I've told no one.

I swear to you.

Look, I just need to know if you can
take me to my husband.

I can.

I'll pay you whatever you want, anyhow
you want.

I just need to know, when you say you
can take me to him,

does that mean he's still alive?

Maybe. You see, I'm on very dangerous
ground here because of what I'm telling

you.

Did you take him away?

Yes of course I did.

But I now feel sorry for you which is
why I contacted you. I don't want money.

I'm doing this out of kindness.

But you kidnapped him.

Why would you do that?

What if all this is just a pack of lies?

Is he dead?

You're asking me more and more
questions, Susan. I told you not to do

Please, I need to know. Please.

I just want to see my husband again. You
can. I can take you to him, but I have

to protect myself. You have to
understand that.

You know what I look like now. You could
have me arrested.

I wouldn't.

I wouldn't.

Please.

Please.

Don't do this to me.

I just want to see him again.

All right.

But you have to agree to a few things
just to protect me.

I'll do whatever you want.

Okay.

But you could be wired.

How do I know that you're not?

I'm not.

I'm not.

Under your coat.

Let me see.

Three callers using the phone near the
hotel around 10 .20.

One call to Clapham Junction, another to
Hounslow, but the third one to

Teddington to another phone box.

That makes sense. I mean, if she
arranged to meet someone, they're not

use their own phone. And if whoever she
did talk to wanted to meet, well,

they're going to do it close to their
phone. Well, it's timed at 10 .25, which

is within our time frame.

Okay, I need you to check out the
railway station in Teddington, please.

No, we start a house -to -house search
of the area.

I'll herd in as many officers as I can
for you.

You don't think that we should see how
this pans out?

Waiting's over. We get moving.

That stallholder said that she deals
with thespian types.

He wears a wig.

He may just try his hand at acting.

We start with local amateur dramatic
societies.

We take Teddington Station as our centre
of operations and fan out from there.

Let's get moving.

Getting cold feet?

Think about my position.

You now know what I drive, so if I
hadn't decided to trust you, this would

madness.

I said I'd do anything you want, and I
will.

You know I'm not wired up. I've told you
nothing but the truth.

Get in.

Give me your mobile phone, Susan.

That's one of the rules.

I had it turned on. I just switched it
off.

Naughty.

You just lied to me.

You switched it on.

Don't try and be clever with me, Susan.

Now for rule two.

It'll be up to you.

If you don't agree, I'll make you get
out of the van.

What are you doing?

Do you want some coffee?

No. I think you do.

Or the deal is off.

Drink it.

You'll be with your husband in 15
minutes.

What if I don't?

You'll never get to see him again.

It's just something to make you drowsy,
so unprotected.

I have to protect myself, Susan.

You love him, don't you?

Yes.

Then do it for Mark.

It's the only way, Susan.

I can't take the risk.

I have to protect myself.

I'm only doing all this because I feel
sorry for you.

Hello, Madam. Sergeant Martin.

I'm just making inquiries in the area
about an embalmment mission by the name

Mark Harrington.

I wonder if you can tell him at all.

All right, then, Eddie?

Your mum was here.

Asked where you were.

She took a pan of cherry tomatoes, but I
didn't put it in the book. Don't

bother, Eddie. I'll do it. You can take
off now I'm back.

I work until five today.

So I'm giving you a break.

Take it. I'll see you at the weekend.

OK, whatever.

You know where I am if you need me,
don't you?

Did you get something for the cats?

What? Mum said you were worried about
some of the cats out back.

Oh, yeah, sorted.

Bye, then, Eddie.

Where are you going?

Just going to get my coat.

Are you sure you don't need me? You've
got your good clothes on. I'm sure. You

get off now, Eddie. There's a good line.

Bye, then. Yeah, bye.

We don't have enough men on this street.

You ordered the bloody thing.

Still no leads, just like Mark
Harrington all over again.

Yeah, well, we go on.

Lisa. No joy yet from the dramatic
society.

We have another one to go, but it's in
Shepparton. Do you want me to check it

out still?

It's not in our target Teddington area.

Yeah, keep at it, Lisa.

Satch, anything?

No, nothing.

I've been round Teddington Station all
round the area.

Ticket clock doesn't recall seeing
anyone of her description.

No sign of Susan Harrington.

I mean, she's been missing since 8 o
'clock this morning.

We have a hit.

Vicar recognised him from the CCTV scan.

Repeat, we have a name. His name is
Thomas Frank, leading light in the

Dramatic Society.

Home address is 18 Kingsmead Road,
Shefferton.

Repeat, 1 -8 Kingsmead Road.

Mrs. Frank, Metropolitan Police. This is
DCI Roisin Connor, Ambulative Chiefs of

Brinton and Michael Walker.

May we come in, please?

What about?

What's happened?

Oh, it's in connection with your son.
You do have a son, Thomas Frank, is that

correct?

Yes. Is he at home?

Mrs. Frank, we really do need to talk to
your son as a matter of urgency.

You'd better come in.

Okay, thanks.

No police record, not even a parking
file.

Let's get over to his shop. I bet you
his mother's already tipped him off.

Oh, Christ, I hope we got the right guy.

I mean, two kids, lovely home, doting
mother.

Yeah, who claims a son has never had a
broken wrist, left or right.

Mr. Frank.

What's happened? Has there been an
accident?

Thomas Frank. Yes.

I'm Detective Chief Superintendent
Michael Walker. This is DCI Roisin

Can we have a talk? Is it my mother?

Dear God, has something happened to her?

Inside the shop, please. I don't want to
do this on the pavement.

My children, my daughters, are they all
right?

Yes, they are. Could you come into the
shop, please? There are just a few

questions. Yes, yes, of course. This
way.

I'd like you to have a look at this
photograph, if you will.

Is this you?

Yes.

Mr. Frank, we've been asking for you to
come forward in order to help us with

our inquiry into the whereabouts of Mark
Harrington.

What? You were in Covent Garden the day
he went missing.

Do you have a room in the back so we can
talk to you in private?

Yes, this way.

I'm sorry, I never read the papers.

Early mornings are always my busy time,
opening up here or buying in the market.

If I'd known, I mean, known you were
looking for me, I'd have made contact

straight away. I'm so sorry.

Why do you wear a wig, Mr Frank?

I was...

Going to try and get some plugs done,
but I never got round to it.

I used to be blonde when I was younger.

Stupid male vanity.

But I really don't see how I can help
you. I never saw this portrait.

I mean, I was there. I do sometimes get
Covent Garden at weekends.

I'm interested in theatre.

There's the museum, and I like wandering
round the market stalls.

What's the matter with your wrist?

I'm sorry?

In the photograph, you had a plaster
cast on your wrist.

Oh, that, yes. Well, it's not actually a
plaster cast, it's a brace.

Sometimes lifting the heavy grocery
boxes, I get terrible strain, so I use

when I'm not working.

And the injuries in your right wrist?

I have what they call tendinitis.

In your right wrist?

I have it in both wrists.

So I sometimes wear it on my right to
ease the pain, or on my left.

It's not too bad at the moment, so I'm
not wearing it. What time did you go to

work this morning?

Well, um...

I'm always here between 7 .30 and 8,
unpacking and setting up the flowers. We

open at 8 .30. I have a young lad that
helps me out, Eddie.

Yeah, what do you got right down the
back?

There, Mr Frank.

That's the yard where I park up my van.
And the outhouse is where I store all

the supplies.

Do you want to look around?

Yes, please.

Yeah, I'll get the keys.

What do you think?

Far too helpful.

This is where I store all the supplies.

It's a bit dark, I'm afraid.

I keep meaning to get a cable out here
for some electricity.

I've not got around to it.

It's cats.

I keep trying to keep them out here, but
they get on the roof. And I can't use

too much disinfectant, as I have to
protect the vegetables.

Do you want to go inside?

Yeah.

Lisa, hi. Yeah, I've got a Mars van with
a grey -green sort of colour, red,

Romeo Delta Lima, 200 Hotel.

Yeah, check it out for me, will you?

People within the Teddington area.

Yeah, one of our Gatsby cameras might
have picked it up.

Appreciate it. Bye.

Ah, do you want to look in the van?

Yes, please. Could you open the rear
doors for me? Certainly.

If there's anything I can do to help,
I'm just so sorry I didn't come forward

before, but, as I say, I don't have much
time to read the papers.

Or watch TV.

Well, I have two teenage daughters, so
we mostly watch video.

Well, thank you very much, Mr Frank.
You've been most helpful.

Sorry to have disturbed you. Thank you.

Thank you.

We should go back to his house, get a
search warrant.

With what? With bugger all to bring him
in on?

What the hell has Susan Harrington got
to?

Walker.

What?

Good.

Good.

Right. We're going to his house. Take a
left, left again. We're going back.

Mr. Francis Morris Van was parked
opposite Teddington Station at 9 o

morning, all one identical.

Didn't get a registration number, but
it's too much of a bloody coincidence.

Let's get him in for questioning.

Yeah, let's get a warrant in search of
that house. I knew it. I knew he was

lying. He was too ruddy helpful.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why? What am I supposed to have done?

I told you everything I know, I swear to
you.

Frank. What's it about?

Please tell me. I don't understand
what's going on. Why have you taken Tom

Just for questioning.

It's about what?

Miss Frank, could you direct me to your
son's bedroom, please?

Anything?

Yeah, I've got a...

Scrapbook with a theatrical endeavour.
Some stage make -up. A wig.

And this.

Looks like a plaster cast, but it's got
a steel rod in it to keep his arm

steady. You could whack someone over the
head with this. What, like Ted Bundy?

Shit. It's really well thumbed. He's
even marked up some passages.

Thank you very much.

Tom. Raymond.

How are you? Thank goodness you came,
yes. No problem. Sorry it took a while.

Every house tonight is Susan Harrington.
And when in God's name is she and where

is her husband?

I always search outside the garage, the
garden, nothing.

We're going to have to start talking to
him and fast.

Will Tom be home for dinner?

I doubt it, Mrs Frank.

He may not be back for some considerable
time.

He's helping us with our inquiries.

Should I get Eddie to open up the shop?

He can't be left alone for very long. I
don't know what to do.

All the vegetables are fresh from the
market.

I don't know what I should do because
they're perishable. Mrs Frank, can you

call someone? Come and stay with you.

Um, Marjorie.

My daughter -in -law. I'll call her.

And then I'll get Eddie to sort out the
shop.

He was there this morning.

Gave me some nice cherry tomatoes.

I was going to make a salad.

Mrs. Frank, could you repeat that please
about Eddie?

He was at the shop this morning.

Where's your son?

Mr.

Frank wasn't in the shop this morning as
he said he was.

We've got to get someone over to Eddie
Conway. How do you work for him? Right,

let's get back to the station. We're
wasting time. Susan Hannington has got

be somewhere, and we've got to bloody
know if she's dead or alive.

Right, listen.

I have known Thomas Frank for 20 years,
and I find your accusations against him

absolutely preposterous.

You don't have a single shred of
evidence to link him either to the

disappearance of Mr. Harrington or, in
fact, to the disappearance of his wife,

Susan.

All you have, it seems to me, is that my
client wears a wig, which is not

against the law, and that he shops in
Covent Garden, also not against the law.

and that he failed to come forward to
eliminate himself from your inquiry into

the disappearance of Mr Harrington.

You brought him here, and he has now
been here for some... three hours.

If you do have any concrete evidence,
kindly disclose it now, as I see no

whatsoever why you should keep him for
another minute.

Not even for questioning.

Your client lied to us.

He claimed he was at his workplace, the
green grocery shop, at 9 o 'clock this

morning. No, no, no, no, no. What my
client actually said was that his usual

working hours are between 8 .15 and
closing time.

His helper, Mr... Eddie. Edward Conway,
helps out a few hours, midweek and at

weekends. He was here this morning at my
client's request while Mr Frank was

doing some stock -taking.

And Mr Frank was at work.

In actual fact, as from 10 .30.

His van was parked outside Teddington
Station.

Did your witness actually get the
registration mark of my client's van?

Do you have any evidence that it was
actually my client's van?

I'm sure you'll agree there must be any
number of old vans of the same make and

very similar colour. It's actually a
very common colour for that make of

vehicle.

You said that my client was seen by a
witness with Mrs. Harrington.

Fantastic. Why don't we save each
other's time?

I suggest you organize an identity
parade in which my client is happy to

participate with or without the wig he
sometimes wears.

Can you tell me why these pages, these
specific pages have been underlined?

The book refers to...

Ted Bundy, an American serial killer.
The pages involved are detailing how,

the aid of a plaster cast on his arm, he
was able to lure people into his car.

Sorry.

There is actually a very simple
explanation for this. My client is, as

or may not know, a leading member of the
local amateur dramatic society.

These passages have been marked here for
a role that he was researching as...

Sweeney Todd. Sweeney Todd.

I believe you also have photographs of
him as Malvolio in Twelfth Night,

a wig not altogether dissimilar to the
one that he... There'll be an identity

parade here at Tenacourt tomorrow
morning.

Oh, shit, we're wasting bloody time.

He's not sure he knows where she is. We
should have pushed for more, Mike.

Not when Mark's in there, we don't stand
a snowball's chance in hell.

Barnes, in the council.

Look. It goes right out here behind the
shop. And there are stairs around here

somewhere getting down to the cellar.
They must have missed an access door.

Apparently. It was all old stables
above. Maybe the cellars were used to

feed. But Frank owns the lot.

What are we waiting for? Let's go.

It's that torch.

Here you go.

Shit, I missed it. Must be behind these
boxes.

Two.

Oh, scant.

Oh, he blames that on cats.

No, it's not cats.

It's about the smell you get in a
mortuary.

She's still alive.

Oh, she's still alive.

Susan,

Susan, she's the outcomer.

Susan. Can you hear me, Susan?

Okay, Susan, breathe with me. You're
safe now. We have you, okay?

We have you. This is DP West.

Active message.

Ambulance required.

Grocery shop, 18 Elms Road, Shepparton,
in the backyard.

Gates are open.

Repeat ambulance required.

How have I got a dog away there?

He's like a graveyard of corpses.

The minute she's in the ambulance, we're
going to get that bastard. Come on.

Get her.

Get her.

I don't know how many people are down
there. I've never seen anything like it.

I'm going to have nightmares for the
rest of my life.

Do you think any of those bodies in
there could be Mr. Gordon's grandson?

Oh, of course I don't want to go home.

I want a microphone call.

I want to speak to my solicitor.

That's probably Jimmy Gordon.

Is that what they found in his pocket?

Army badges.

Yeah.

Listen, his grandfather, I don't want
him to be identifying the boy's remains.

That's to show him the clothes, yeah?

Yeah, they're pretty disintegrated.

Well, badges then, they're fine.

I thought we're now.

At least he's got closure.

How's Susan Harrington?

Um, I don't know. Um, I'll call the
hospital.

How do you think Jean's holding up?

You know, Jean, she doesn't show much.

But that's a hellhole.

Stench.

Stench.

I'll see you back at the station, yeah?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm, um... I'm going to wait and talk to
Gene.

My son is the same age that kid was when
he died.

If it had happened to him, I'd have
killed that bastard with my bare hands.

It's the trouble with this job.

Rips your heart out.

Jean! Have a pew.

Um, I'm not going to stay long. I've got
to get back to the station and, you

know, wash.

Pretty bad smell down there.

These are strong enough to make your
eyes water.

Thank you.

I suppose they all starve to death.

Most often they tell us more.

The young boy?

Yeah. If it is Jimmy Gordon, he went
missing seven years ago.

The other two bodies, they may be girls
who went missing three years later.

All of them last seen in Covent Garden.

God, it's sickening, isn't it?

And to keep the bodies, I mean, what
makes a mind twist to that extent?

I think you've seen it all and can't be
shocked but this.

To die like that is terrible.

It was worth a nightmare.

Hard to imagine how it must have been,
finding the other skeleton, especially

for your girl. What's her name?

Susan Harrington.

Actually, that last body that came out
was her husband. They were on honeymoon,

you know.

She kept searching for him, and she ends
up here.

Found him, though, didn't she?

At least you were in time for her.

I'll let you know what I think when I've
finished here.

Gov, Mrs Thorpe's in there waiting for
you.

Sorry, she insisted. She wouldn't take
no for an answer.

OK, thanks.

Mrs Thorpe, how can I help you?

My daughter died at 8 o 'clock this
morning.

She never regained consciousness.

All I could do was hold her hand.

But, you see, she had no will to live.

So whatever happens from now on is
immaterial.

It won't bring her back.

Or my husband.

Mrs Thorpe, I am so very sorry.

Yes.

Yes, you should be very sorry.

You see, I've come here to tell you
personally, specifically you, that I

you and everyone here responsible
because, as Susan said, she kept on

you never believed her fears that Mark
had been abducted.

Well, um, at least they will be buried
together.

I hope you have a conscience.

Attention, everyone.

Susan Harrington died this morning. We
were too late.

Quiet, everybody.

Tom Frank's solicitor has just appeared,
so while he's talking to his client, I

suggest we get ourselves prepared.

Oh, he hasn't admitted to anything.

Yeah, I know, but at least he's not
acting up like he's mentally deranged.

God for that.

I know it's sick, but I'm going to enjoy
watching this smug bastard's face.

So you've arrested my client.

I hope you've organised an identity
parade.

We've had a few developments since
yesterday evening, Mr Markham.

Good. We recovered four bodies from your
client's cellar.

We also discovered Susan Harrington
locked in there with them.

Susan died this morning.

That's five murders we're investigating,
and you just think that if... if you'd

got your client to tell the truth last
night rather than that load of bullshit,

Susan Harrington could well be alive
now.

I got in last night and she was asleep.

I couldn't resist picking her up.

She's so tiny. Her head fits right in
the palm of my hand.

It's the perfect shape.

And we just stood there rocking her.

You know?

Didn't want to let go.

Sir, have you got a second?

Would you fancy coming in on Frank's
interview with me?

Only I don't think Roisin's too keen.

Mike, can you ask someone else?

I want to take my paternity leave. I
don't think I can deal with all this

sickness right now.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Let's do it, Mike.

Susan Harrington came of her own free
will.

What reason did you give her to warrant
her freely agreeing, as you say, to be

taken? Correction, I did not say taken.
I said she agreed willingly to come with

me. There is a difference.

Why did Susan agree?

She wanted to be with her husband and I
was concerned for her.

But he was dead and you knew that. I am
sick of your attitude. You say you were

concerned for her. She was unconscious
when we found her. That was not my

You should have got to her sooner, and
it's the same with the others. If you'd

been doing the job you're paid to do,
none of them would have died.

James Gordon was 15 years old.

Whatever excuses you were giving to
justify Susan Harrington being held

captive... He collected old army badges.

He wanted to accompany me because I used
to collect them too.

He also came of his own free will. And
you starved him to death?

Why?

He knew who I was.

Do you enjoy watching James die?

It took a long time.

Yeah, I suppose I did.

Yes, in retrospect, it was enjoyment of
knowing that I could, if I wanted, save

him.

But I chose not to.

Self -preservation.

Did you get sexual gratification from
holding a victim's captive?

That was never my incentive.

You don't understand.

Understand what exactly?

The power of watching life diminish,
knowing you could, if you wanted,

relight it.

I ordered some pizza and sandwiches for
lunch, Gov.

I'm not hungry, thanks.

A cup of tea would be nice.

Hey, you were on the money with the
Bundy call.

Frank conned them into that van, whacked
them on the head, into the cellar of

the shop, and let them starve to death
one by one.

Nothing's actually said.

He never raped them or abused them.

As if that somehow makes it all
acceptable.

He just watched and waited for them to
die.

D .C. Icon has been sick in the toilet.

Yeah, so has Frank, the solicitor.

Well, you're going to be another day.

Maybe more.

If you need me for the statements, I
don't mind.

I think it will be educational.

Educational?

Lisa, you don't ever forget it.

clings to you for the rest of your life,
believe me, like ghosts.

You never know when the memories are
going to rear up and grab you.

Not by the throat, but in your heart.

And you always ask yourself the same
question. Should I have done more?

I'll go and get you both some tea.

I was never going to forgive myself,
Mike.

I'm not doing more for Sid and
Harrington.

Don't ever apportion blame.

You must never do that. You did your
job. Not well enough, Mike. She's dead.

I toast to my daughter, who is getting
christened

tomorrow. It's brilliant.

I know, you've already got some.

You all right?

Come on.

Thanks. Well done.

Thanks, mate.

To Abigail.

And don't laugh.

Edna.

Charlotte.

Mary. Elizabeth.

Yeah, I'm such a...

Let's all get down

to the pub before she gets on the
blowout.

As my Lord knows, last month the
defendant entered pleas of guilty to

manslaughter on the grounds of
diminished responsibility, and the Crown

given time to consider these pleas.

As I know my Lord is aware, four
psychiatrists have seen the defendant on

number of occasions, and each has
submitted a full report, two for the

two for the defense.

Yes, Mr. Harper Knowles.

I've read these reports.

All four psychiatrists agree that the
defendant suffers from paranoid

schizophrenia and that in their view
this is a case of diminished

responsibility.

My Lord, since the evidence relating to
mental condition is, in shorthand terms,

all one way, the Crown takes the view
that therefore it is not in the public

interest for a trial to take place on
that issue.

I hope that meets with my Lord's
approval.

I'm not sure that it does, Mr Harper
-Knowles.

You do not say, do you, that no
alternative view of the defendant's

condition is possible?

My Lord, the combined opinion of the
psychiatrist... You'll forgive me for

cutting you short, but it seems clear to
me that there is here a triable issue.

As you correctly put it, psychiatrists
express opinion.

I note that the principal source of
information on which their opinions are

based is the defendant himself.

Now, whether the defendant is
schizophrenic or not is a matter for a

decide.

All the bodies were semi -clothed.

and there were items of clothing
distributed around the cellar, which you

find in pictures numbered 2, 3 and 7 in
police album number 2.

A severe dehydration can cause delusion,
resulting in the removal of clothing

despite low temperatures.

There was scratch mark on the wall, both
in an area close to body A, which I

photographed, and around a small grating
higher up, which appeared to have been

made by human hands.

Now, as you will see, there was
considerable damage to the hands on all

bodies, which could have been made by
clawing at the wall.

In another part of the cellar were the
two female bodies, B and C.

There were associated vessels nearby
which had contained urine, and on these

vessels there were fingerprints matching
the girls, as well as saliva stains,

which seemed to indicate that they had
been used to drink.

The fourth body, D. I'm sorry to
interrupt you, but D...

was later identified as Mark Harrington,
I believe?

Yes, that is correct.

Body D had died more recently than the
others.

I understand there was a wound to the
head which seemed to indicate he had

received a sharp blow.

The body was partially decomposed and
near to the body there were obvious

feces.

Susan had been walking around the Covent
Garden area day after day, leaving just

after it was light and not getting back
until the evening.

She wouldn't eat anything.

She looked thinner and more gaunt every
day.

When was the last time you saw her, Mrs
Thorpe? Do you recall?

Of course.

It was on the Tuesday morning.

I asked her where she was going, but she
wouldn't say.

I think she was worried I might tell the
police.

She'd become quite disillusioned with
them.

She felt they were treating Mark's
disappearance as a routine matter. I

appreciate it may have seemed like that,
Mrs Thorpe, but you don't see all the

inquiries which are going on.

So, you last saw Susan on the Tuesday.

Nevertheless, if the police had managed
to establish a proper rapport with my

daughter, she would never have gone off
on her own.

When a woman was appointed to head up
the investigation... Difficult as it

undoubtedly was for both you and Susan,
I really must insist... I had hoped that

DCI Connor would emphasise more with
Susan, that communication would improve.

But, tragically, this was not the case.

Let us grasp the nettle.

How usual would it be for anyone to
allege this, urging them to do what they

have done?

Well, that's a question frequently put
to psychiatrists. But a professional

diagnosis will not follow from just a
single symptom.

You recognise as a psychiatrist that
patients will often try to pull the wool

over your eyes?

Yes, of course.

Over the years, he's managed to conceal
from those around him not only his

voices, but any sign of mental illness
at all. True? Yes, but this is in itself

a symptom. The paranoid schizophrenic is
extraordinarily cunning.

extremely involved in premeditation and
determined not to be found out. A very

great proportion of normal criminals are
also cunning, clever and anxious not to

be found out. This isn't the hallmark of
the schizophrenic. It's the hallmark of

the normal criminal.

This pattern is the badge of the
premeditating killer, is it not?

No, I don't accept that.

Look, as far as I can see, in this
particular case, he's either a highly

competent actor or I am...

We are quite deficient as psychiatrists.

That is not for any of us to decide.

It is for the jury.

You enjoy watching James Day?

It took a long time.

Yeah, I suppose I did.

Yes, in retrospect, it was enjoyment of
knowing...

That I could, if I wanted, to save him.

But I chose not to.

Self -preservation.

Did you get sexual gratification from
holding a victim's captive?

That was never my incentive. You don't
understand.

Understand what exactly?

So, Mr Frank, it comes to this. You
fully accept that what you did brought

the deaths of the four people found in
your cellar, is that correct?

Yes. And that is what you intended
should happen?

Yes.

I knew that must happen if no one came
to their aid.

Of course I knew it.

So what about Susan Harrington? Was it
your intention that she should die as

well?

I explained to her about the rehypnol
and she wanted to take it so she could

her husband.

She took the drug so that she wouldn't
know where she'd been when I let her go.

That's what I was going to do, let her
go.

So did she form any part of what you
described to the psychiatrist as your

mission? No, no, no, not at all.

I felt sorry for her.

And when I saw her appeal on TV, I felt
I needed to help her to cope with her

loss.

It's called closure, I believe.

Will you please tell the jury, in your
own words, how all this came about?

This mission you've said you were on,
what started it?

It's what I told all those doctors
because they wanted to know.

I first heard the voices in my head when
my father died.

He died of heart problems.

But what killed him was his weight. When
he died, he was nearly 26 stone.

Yes, and the voices?

I looked at him, right there on his
deathbed,

and I felt this cold sensation.

I could hear this voice saying, the sin
of gluttony has taken his

soul.

How old were you then?

Just 20.

But the voices stayed with me through my
20s and 30s, getting louder and

clearer.

They were telling me that I must atone
for my father's sin of gluttony.

For all the gluttony you can see
everywhere now.

Thanks.

His father died of lung cancer, not
obesity.

We just can't listen to any more of that
creature's madness.

Quite. That's exactly what we don't want
proved.

You want Tom Frank to get down for the
rest of his life?

But I start praying that Harper knows,
can convince that jury that he's right.

The voices said I had to expiate the sin
of gluttony. I had to look

expiate up in a dictionary to be sure
what it meant.

Man should go without food or water for
40 days and 40 nights. That's what they

kept telling me. And that I had to find
that person.

What person?

To somebody.

Anybody. It didn't matter who.

So I found someone in Covent Garden,
where I used to go quite a lot.

This boy collected army badges, and I
said I had just what he was looking for

a box in my cellar, and he came with me.

I locked him in easily, and the voices
said that God was pleased and would

take him to himself, and the gluttony
would recede.

You coming back in?

No.

All that crap about God's mission.

And the Yorkshire Ripper did the same.

They're discussing the kid with the army
badges. I'm going.

Mr. Frank, did you also mention this
mission to the police officers when they

interviewed you?

No, I did not. They would not have
understood.

But you do recall telling all the
doctors about it.

Yes.

I was very relieved when it was over and
I felt free again.

I went on running my business, doing
what I do best.

But then they came back.

The voices got louder and more
persistent and told me I had to do the

again. It's all a terrible waste of
life, but I know I have to do what he

me. He?

God.

These are God's works, God's
instructions, and I have to follow them.

That's the mission he's given me.

And is your mission now complete?

He still talks to me, and I hear him now
more than ever.

But he'll have to find someone else now.

I'm no use to him where I'm going.

I can't stand to see that man smiling
and...

Floating.

I want him to be punished.

But if they send him to prison, I was
locking him up in a cell for the rest of

his life.

Compared to what he did to my young
grandson.

Not fair.

Not right.

And if he's mad, it'll be rampant.

This monster and his mission.

probably walk free after a few years.

There's the justice in that.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for all you've done.

No, I'm so sorry.

I know this must be very hard for you.

All these years, I felt maybe I could
have done more.

I'm still thinking about what I should
have done.

Well, maybe I've thought enough.

Let me see if I understand you
correctly. You are on a divine mission,

God was telling you to provide him with,
in effect, human sacrifices.

I am on God's mission, and he has spoken
to me.

Thy will be done.

And were you the only person tuned into
this divine mission control?

You should not mock me.

I do not mock you, Mr. Frank.

I'm asking you questions to which this
jury here will want an answer.

Let me move on, then.

A book with a label on it stating the
price as £15 .99 was found in your

Did you buy this book?

Look at me, please, Mr. Frank.

Did you buy this book?

Was it God's idea or yours to buy a book
about Ted Bundy?

Of course, you know who we mean by Ted
Bundy. He was a notorious serial killer

convicted of numerous murders in the
United States in 1980.

But you know that, don't you?

You read about it and you decided to
copy him, hmm?

Didn't you?

Ted Bundy cajoled his victims into
trusting him by wearing a plaster cast

arm.

Exactly as... Ye are from beneath.

I am from above.

Ye are of this world. I am not of this
world.

St. John, chapter 8, verse 23.

The five people you locked into your
cellar are no longer of this world

I would remind you, Mr. Frank, that the
jury will be judging you, not St. John.

Now, for one final time, will you answer
my question?

Will you maintain the charade?

You heard no voices and received no
instructions, neither divine nor of any

kind, did you?

You did what you did to those poor souls
for your own disgusting purpose, did

you not?

The jury is waiting for your answer.

You say that Susan Harrington had agreed
to go with you and be drugged by you.

But what did you intend should happen to
her then?

Nothing. Nothing? What do you mean,
nothing? No food, no water, that sort of

nothing? I am the bread of life.

He that cometh to me shall not hunger,
and he that believeth in me shall never

thirst. But I say unto ye that ye have
seen me, and yet believe not.

St. John, chapter 6, verses 35 and 36.

Whether you are believed or not, Mr.
Frank, will be a matter for this jury.

All over by the closing speeches.

What do you think the jury will go for?

Mad or bad?

Oh, I honestly don't know. I do think
Harper Knowles was very impressive,

though. Yeah, he was. He'll be even
better today.

This is for you.

I finally managed to get the money for
your New York plane tickets.

Thanks. You can take that break you
wanted.

Now, after this, I think we both need
one.

You going with someone?

No, on my own, by myself.

Here we have a man who donned a wig and
a plaster cast to stalk Covent Garden

Market for his victims.

A man who, when brought to account in
the witness box, could give no

satisfactory answer to any question he
was asked. A dangerous man who was the

leading light of his local amateur
dramatic society and who, with much

theatricality, has sought to con each
one of you.

with his own brand of claptrap.

Whilst doctors will instinctively seek
to give human aberration a recognised

medical label, they cannot define
medically what we would instinctively

as wickedness of the most heinous sort.

When you have considered the evidence
and followed my Lord's directions on the

law... we invite you to conclude that
Frank's responsibility for his deeds was

in no sense diminished, and that what
has been proved in this courtroom is

murder, pure and simple.

In the end, the decisive question for
you is this.

Do you think it more probable than not
that each time he killed, he acted under

a deluded belief that he was on some
divine mission?

If so, that amounts to diminished
responsibility.

You as laymen and women are being asked
to fathom the deepest recesses of an

undoubtedly troubled mind.

But you've listened to four vastly
experienced psychiatrists, all were in

complete agreement, all concluding that
this man was and is suffering from

paranoid schizophrenia.

And you can rest assured that if a
reputable psychiatrist could be found

anywhere in the land to judge Mr. Frank
anything remotely approaching sane, the

Crown would have found him and he would
have been called to this witness box to

testify in front of you.

Right. I think it's best if we just go
round the table again.

I'd really appreciate it if we all
concentrated and listened. We have all

listening, but we've been here for
hours.

I don't know about you, but I'm
exhausted.

We're here to determine whether he's
crazy or not. And I, for one, don't care

he's mad or bad. The man should be
strung up from... That man is a total

bastard.

I don't care what he tries on or what
we're supposed to think about his mental

state.

He's a murderer. I think he needs care
and treatment.

In prison, he'll be... I mean, we all
know what can happen, don't we? The

doctors and the social workers will be
tricked into letting him out early and

he'll kill again.

Only thing we have to decide is whether
he's suffering from schizophrenia or

not. What we have here is a perverse,
twisted mind.

Not necessarily severely unbalanced.

I didn't understand a lot of what that
doctor was saying.

I mean, he thinks he's sick, doesn't he?
And he's a doctor.

He knew exactly what he was doing. But
that doesn't mean he's not a

schizophrenic. That's what the whole
case is about.

All right, can we just go round the
table so that I can write it down?

Is he mad or bad?

Keep it simple and let's get out of
here.

Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.

He has to be mad.

Mr. Foreman.

Have the jury reached verdict on all
counts upon which you are all agreed?

We have.

Members of the jury, on count one, do
you find the defendant Thomas Frank

or not guilty of murder?

Guilty. On count two, do you find the
defendant guilty or not guilty of

Guilty.

On count three, do you find the
defendant guilty or not guilty of

Guilty. On count five... Guilty.

Thomas Frank, you snatched these five
innocent people from their walks of

life, away from those who loved them,
and you locked them up and left them to

die with not so much as a glass of water
for succor.

What wicked, depraved and sadistic
tendencies you had.

Only you can know.

You have plumbed the very depths of
inhumanity.

And the cruelty you've displayed to your
victims will have shaken to the very

core every single person who's had to
listen to this evidence.

Your last victim...

who was cynically tricked by you into
joining her newly wed husband in the

where you'd incarcerated him.

You had starved him to death, as you had
the other unfortunate souls whose paths

so tragically crossed yours.

In respect of each one of counts one to
four, I pass upon you the sentence I'm

required to by law.

And that is a sentence of life
imprisonment.

On count five, there will equally be a
sentence of life imprisonment.

I express my hope that when I have said
life imprisonment, it will mean

precisely that, and that you remain in
prison for the rest of your natural

Take him down.

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