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Fatima Ali.

The brother tried
to calm her down,

she lashed out at him with a
broken bottle, he bled to death.

I've secured her a place at a
woman's refuge as of this morning.

Blimey, Marth. Never a good idea to
sleep with a professional colleague.

I need you to tell
me everything,

and for it always to be true.

- CW.
- Martha Costello.

Are you looking to move?

Well, I'm bloody
lonely. I want a friend.

Prosecute, and
you'll walk into silk.

Non-disclosure of evidence
is as serious as it gets.

See you in front of the
Bar Standards Board.

This is the end of
your career, Reader.

Mr. Doyle,

agreeing to drive the getaway
car in an armed robbery

when you had yet to master the
intricacies of a manual gearbox

marks the nadir of your
criminal career to date.

I sentence you to eight
years' imprisonment.

The prosecution's case
hangs on two things:

the Prisoner Escort Record
form and the pathologist's report.

Do you know how many
prisoners develop claustrophobia

when it's time
to get in the van?

A fair few, I'm sure.

He told them at the
court he had panic attacks.

But there was no
doctor's note to back it up.

And nothing on the form
about a heart condition.

Because the arrhythmia was
only diagnosed post-mortem.

Exactly. So there was no
way I could've known about it.

Yeah, but you knew
about the panic attacks.

And when you heard
Doyle was in distress...

He didn't sound distressed.

They have a witness, and she
claims she heard him calling for help.

Yeah, well, quite frankly,

that's bollocks, if you'll
pardon my French.

She couldn't have heard
anything from outside that van.

When you're dealing
with an escape situation,

you keep the van locked.
It's basic common sense.

And that's what they trained you

- to do?
- That's right.

I did what I was supposed
to. So to say I was negligent...

Thirty years I was in the force,
20 of those as a custody sergeant.

And not one blot on my copybook.

Now look at me.

Jake?

- Inventory.
- What?

- For the insurance.
- Right.

Ah! Mr. Reader, sir.

Hope you don't mind, your
room's temporarily out of bounds.

What?

Ms. Costello needed
somewhere private for her con.

Corporate manslaughter against
a private security company.

- It's a landmark case.
- Only if they lose.

Anyway, she's for the guard,
not the company, isn't she?

Still, seeing as you'll
be in interviews all day.

What, Martha's not doing
the pupillage interviews?

Otherwise engaged,
sir. But don't worry,

she and Mr. Cowdrey should find
time to meet with the shortlist later,

once you've sorted the wheat
from the chaff, so to speak.

Seriously, Billy, if you've had
anything else come in last minute..?

Not a thing, sir. Anyway, you've
got your Plea and Case Management

coming up for Miss
Duggan, haven't you?

Wouldn't want anything to clash
with that, now, would we, sir?

No.

- Oh...
- Steady.

- Thanks.
- Martha Costello?

- Roland Elliott.
- Oh!

- You're for V&R.
- Mm.

We seem to be
under surveillance.

Maybe they're worried
we'll hotwire the van.

Would you mind going inside
and banging on the wall for me?

Sure.

You want me inside the cubicle?

Please. And could you
shout as loud as you can?

Hello. Can you hear me? Hello?

- Is it okay to come out now?
- Yeah. Thanks.

Personally, I
wouldn't want to spend

- ten minutes in one of those.
- Mm.

Don't get caught, then.

I feel my strengths particularly
lie in the area of communication.

Would it be the driver of the
car? Er, no, no, no... the, um... Er...

the passenger who
bought the alcohol.

I enjoy... talking to people...

I find I'm able to...
get my point of...

er, view...
across... pretty well.

Oh, no, maybe the
pedestrian? Er...

Sorry, could you
repeat the question?

What one thing do
I wish I'd invented?

Erm...

Windows.

Er... Penicillin?

Sorry. Actually, can
I change my mind?

The Kalashnikov.

Shit...

Billy?

Sorry, sir. I'll need to, er... call
you back with the, er... details.

- He got in a cab.
- East or west?

Er... east.

Mr. Cowdrey, sir.

Just to let you know that the papers
have come in for the Watling case.

If you need me to bi...

Of course. Of course. Well,
they'll be here when you're done.

Okay. Bye.

- What did he say?

- Dentist.
- But he's not?

You don't go east to get
to Harley Street, Jake.

- You think it's her?
- Oh, yeah, it's her.

Which means that this, right
now, is the golden hour. Right.

Right.

A chat with a senior junior
could be something or nothing.

But a meeting with
the head of chambers...

That is a statement of intent.

So...

If...?

I'd say a favorable response
would be extremely likely.

No dissent amongst
the lower orders?

Big bad prosecutor coming to
ruffle all those defense feathers?

It's a good time to
redress the balance.

Because I'd need to be sure of
feeling the love in the clerks' room.

I've seen the alternative.
Missing briefs, diary conflicts...

Eventually, the work dries up.

I promise you, Caroline,
you'll feel nothing but love.

Is that a personal
guarantee, Alan?

It's certainly a
professional one.

I can work with that.

In which case, I'll arrange a
meet with senior members.

Very discreetly, of course.

You'll make your
formal application.

Should be done and dusted
by the quarterly exec meeting.

Till then?

Mum's the word.

Marvelous.

Er... Leila George?

It's just up here.

So, Daniel, you were with
the police for five years,

and during the last two, you
were also studying for your CPE?

That's right.

Can't have been easy.

Well, no.

But I... I joined the service
straight out of university,

um... went down
the fast track route,

and then discovered I was
more interested in the law than...

than career progression.

Once I realized that, I did
what I had to make it happen.

You've got to be kidding.

Well, he's the most
interesting of the bunch.

He's got life experience.
He's got self-confidence.

He's so earnest. And humorless.

All that "I did what I had
to do," it was just so...

Well, I'm sorry if he didn't
crack enough jokes for you, Clive,

but I think focus and ambition
are a little bit more important.

What about the girl?

- Leila? I thought she was excellent.
- Oh, here we go.

She's bright, articulate, loads
of relevant work experience.

What? More relevant than
five years in law enforcement?

You're not even having a pupil.

I'm the one who has to live
with whoever we choose.

I rather think that makes
the decision somewhat easier.

Cheer up. It's
only for six months.

Yeah, well, six months can
feel like a really long time.

Spoken like the true
king of commitment.

How is George, by the way?

- She's fine, thanks.
- Mm.

- In fact, she's better than fine.
- Mm?

Well, just wait till she hears
your new pupil's an ex-copper.

Good morning.

Have you seen Alasdair
McKinley in action before?

No, I haven't.

Well, brace yourself.

You will hear how this
distressed young man

shouted repeatedly for help.

Passers-by heard him.

They even attempted
to intervene,

but it was only
when it was too late,

when an ominous silence had
fallen and the victim was past help,

that Michael Ward
finally opened the door

to find Richard Doyle
dead in his cubicle.

This was a breach of the
most basic duty of care.

Michael Ward not only
failed to come to his aid,

he actively prevented
anyone else from doing so.

Now, the defense are
going to quote you statistics

about the chances
of resuscitation.

They will try to cast doubt

as to whether the paramedics
could have saved Richard's life

had they been called sooner.

And they will tell you
repeatedly that at all times,

Ward was following V&R
Security's established protocols.

But the fact remains.

At the point when Richard
Doyle, scared and in pain,

shouted for help,

Michael Ward's actions deprived
him of any chance of survival.

And what is his excuse
for those actions?

He was only following orders.

Now, where have
we heard that before?

Yes?

Mr. Reader?

- The clerks said that I...
- Clive, not Mr. Reader.

- You're a pupil, not a clerk.
- Right.

You need to be here
by eight every morning.

I like my coffee
white, one sugar.

You do exactly as you're
told, you watch, you listen,

and you speak when
spoken to. Got it?

Sure.

Right. I'll be out for a
couple of hours. So, erm...

I don't know...

Sit there, and... think about
how lucky you are to be here.

Long QT syndrome is one of the more
common forms of cardiac arrhythmia.

It's also the one
most frequently linked

with Sudden Adult
Death Syndrome.

Could you explain how you diagnosed
this condition, Professor Nyman?

In the absence of an
alternative cause of death,

I applied a diagnostic
score system

whereby points are assigned
for a variety of factors.

Such as?

One example would
be congenital deafness.

In this case, the deceased
had no hearing in his left ear.

Another factor would be the previous
unexpected death of a family member.

Again, the deceased had an uncle

who had died suddenly
several years before.

So Richard Doyle
appeared to fit the profile?

Absolutely.

So what conclusion did you
reach about the cause of death?

I believe that the
stress of being locked

for an extended period of
time in a cramped cubicle

caused a fatal
arrhythmic attack.

That's what killed him.

Thank you, Professor Nyman.

Professor Nyman...

isn't it true that Richard
Doyle was a binge-drinker

who was receiving treatment
for cirrhosis of the liver, yet he...

He never told his doctor about
these so-called palpitations?

Well, not so far as I'm aware.

But he did mention them to
the Prisoner Custody Officer.

But, even so, I mean, how
could Mr. Ward have known

that these were the signs of
a potentially fatal condition?

If he'd responded to the attack, it
would have quickly become apparent.

Isn't an undiagnosed
arrhythmia dangerous

because it could
kill you at any time?

That's correct.

So, if that's what killed him,

Richard Doyle could just as
easily have died at home in his bed,

or watching the TV?

In theory, it's possible.

So you can't actually link

the stress of being left
in the back of the van

with this alleged
arrhythmic attack?

On the contrary.

The deceased had only
complained of experiencing symptoms

in situations he
considered stressful.

To suggest that it
was a coincidence

that he was locked in a
cubicle the size of a coffin

when he had a fatal attack
is, frankly, preposterous.

Okay.

So even if he did have an attack,
and it was brought on by stress,

can you categorically say that

calling the ambulance
twenty minutes earlier

would have saved his life?

No, I can't.

But I can say that calling it after
he'd died was definitely too late.

I was about to
cross at the lights,

when these two blokes just
popped up through the skylights,

and legged it
towards the flyover.

I mean, I couldn't believe it.

And how did the officers
in the van respond?

Well, they were just sat
there like sacks of potatoes,

and so I shouted, you
know, "They're getting away,"

and then they jumped
out pretty smartish.

What happened next?

Well, there was this banging
coming from the back of the van,

and I heard a man's voice saying,
"Let me out, let me out, help me."

And how did the defendant,
Michael Ward, respond?

He just stood there.

And how long did this go on for?

Well, at least five minutes.

And then, suddenly,
it was quiet.

And then I knew.

I knew something wasn't right.

Your Honour...

Just keep to the facts,
please, Mrs. Lloyd.

Were you standing
on the pavement?

That's right.

And did you stay
on the pavement?

Well, yeah.

I mean, I'm not going to stand in
the middle of a busy road, am I?

So you were say, what, erm...

ten feet away?

About that.

See, Mrs. Lloyd,

these vans have
double-thickness panels in the walls.

In fact, they're so soundproof
that, well, as you told us,

Mr. Ward and his colleague initially
didn't hear the prisoners escaping.

So how do you expect us
to believe that you could hear

exactly what Doyle was
saying from that distance?

I know what I heard.

I heard that boy dying.

Mrs. Lloyd,

I suggest, from that
distance of ten feet,

given the weather
and the traffic,

it would have been impossible
to hear what someone was saying

inside that van, no matter
how loud they shouted.

Well, maybe I've got
better hearing than most.

Ahem...

She's lying. And
you just let her.

I know she is. I pushed
as hard as I could,

but I can't accuse a witness
of perjury unless I can prove it.

They believed every word.

The most convincing witnesses
are the ones who believe they're right.

Now, whether they are
or not, that's not the point.

Then put me up
there, and I'll tell 'em.

He never called for help.

He called me a this,
that and the other,

and told me to open the doors,
but he never called for help.

And he didn't "just
suddenly go quiet".

I banged on the side
and told him to pipe down.

The trouble is, we only
have your word against hers.

Do you think I'd have
left that lad in there

- if I thought he was in trouble?
- That's not what I'm saying.

Because rules or no rules,

I'd have had him straight
out and sod the guidelines.

Wouldn't be the first time.

You've ignored the
guidelines in the past?

I didn't say that.

Don't you start putting
words in my mouth.

I know how you lot work.

Mr. Ward. I am not
trying to trip you up.

But they're making out that
you followed the rulebooks,

regardless of the consequences.

Yeah 'cause I'd
have lasted 20 years

in a custody suite if
that's how I did things.

What about now?

What matters is the
company's standing by me

because I stuck to their rules.

Which, in this case,
is exactly what I did.

But if there's a problem
with the way V&R do things,

then I need to know.

I never said there
was a problem.

Mr. Ward,

I can't do my job if I
don't have the full picture.

Your job is to represent me.

And I've told you what I want.

Fatima...

It's true.

He's dead because of me.

I understand you feel responsible
for what happened to your brother.

But that doesn't make
you guilty of murder.

If you plead
guilty at this stage,

that'll be it.

We won't even have a chance
to give your side of the story.

I really need you to
work with me here.

She just needs time.

Which we don't have to give her.

Seriously, George. I don't
know what else I can do.

I know you believe in her,

but if she won't give me
anything else to go on...

She's just starting to trust
you. You can't bail on her now.

No. God, of course not.

Because I'm really
counting on you here.

I'm just frustrated, that's all.

I'll think of something.

Good.

See you later.

I reckon 25.

Nah, he's got to be older
than that. I'd say at least 30.

Not bad looking, though.

You reckon?

- What's the occasion?
- Drinks for our new pupil.

Seriously?

Seemed the least we could
do after you abandoned him.

- I didn't abandon him.
- Don't take it out on Daniel

because you couldn't
get your own way.

It's just petty, and frankly, it
makes you look like a tosser.

I had a con with a very scared,
very devout Muslim client.

She isn't comfortable being
in the same room as me,

let alone some bloke
she's never even met before.

- I didn't know.
- No, well...

- How did it go?
- Terrible.

George is convinced she's
going to open up eventually,

but I'm not so sure.

You've got to find a way
to make her feel safe.

You want her to
share stuff with you,

you've got to share
something with her first.

- Like what?
- Well, I don't know, Clive.

You must've had
a dog that died, or...

Or a nanny that got
sacked for stealing the silver.

Do we still have to call him sir
even though he's just a pupil?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Always.
It's like this rule.

And you're not supposed
to talk to them anyway.

Not unless it's about work.

- Or parking.
- Right.

Well, it's a pretty
big deal, isn't it?

Having a company in the
dock for manslaughter?

Well, except the only person
actually in the dock is my client.

Meanwhile, the company
gets to hide behind 300 pages

of employee guidelines.

Hmm. Sounds familiar.

You ever read Code C
of the Codes of Practice?

- For custody officers?
- Mm-hmm.

- Once or twice.
- Mm-hm.

Will you miss being
a police officer?

No. Wasn't for me.

I could see the appeal,
being part of something bigger.

Knowing the other
guys have got your back.

I think that's what ex-coppers
miss the most. The support network.

But no.

Thank you.

Your room has
a lock, doesn't it?

Best not. Might end up
with the pupil joining us.

I'm game if you are.

I'll get my bag.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

All rise.

There was a bit of a hold-up
when we got to the van.

But he was just
asking how far it was,

because he was worried about
his mum getting there for visits.

So did Richard Doyle
seem reluctant to get in?

Not really. But the other
blokes were getting wet,

so there was a bit of
pushing and shoving.

So he wasn't reluctant,
but had to be pushed

- into the van?
- No.

The step gives way a bit, and it
was slippery, so he sort of stumbled.

And fell against the door.

But he was fine
when I locked him in.

And during the escape,

what state was
Richard Doyle in then?

I don't know. I was
chasing the other guys.

Didn't even know if
he was still in the van.

And when you finally returned,

having failed to
recapture the escapees,

what state was he in then?

Er...

He was dead.

And at all times,

you were following the guidelines
laid down by V&R Security?

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Wright.

Mr. Wright...

the employee's handbook
states, does it not,

that officers should err
on the side of caution

when dealing with
vulnerable prisoners?

By which they mean
those with pre-existing

physical or mental conditions.

Well, yeah. You
don't want to get sued.

And if a condition,
such as a panic disorder,

had been entered into
the Prisoner Escort Record,

then that prisoner should
be regarded as vulnerable,

is that right?

Well, yeah.

So...

whilst it's accepted procedure
during an escape attempt

to secure any remaining
prisoners in the vehicle,

if a vulnerable prisoner should
require assistance during that time,

you'd understand
those guidelines to mean

that you should
help that prisoner?

I guess you ought to
check it out pretty quickly.

Which means,

if your colleague had followed
the company guidelines correctly,

he'd have gone to Richard
Doyle's assistance straight away?

Er...

uh..

Yeah.

Thank you, Mr. Wright.

I thought we were
standing together.

Well, we still have to
fight our own corners.

That wasn't fighting
your own corner.

That was cutting
Michael Ward's throat.

I'm sorry you see it that way.

Did you know he
was going to say that?

No, I didn't.

- He basically said it was my fault.
- I know...

All that stuff about the guidelines
and vulnerable prisoners,

it's just a load of rubbish.

Yeah, but it is
in the guidelines?

Yeah, but you've seen that handbook,
it's the size of a bloody house,

you couldn't apply half
of it even if you wanted to

because we don't
have the manpower.

Well, what do you do?

Use your common
sense and experience.

That's why they hire ex-coppers.

They need people they can trust,

and then they expect
you to get on with it.

They're sending over
up-to-date copies of the handbook

and all the training software.

But if the bike's not here
in the next half an hour,

- you need to chase it up.
- Yes, Miss.

And open the package
as soon as it arrives.

I want to be sure the discs they're
sending are ones we can actually use.

- Oh, Daniel, are you busy?
- He's doing an advice for me.

- No, I'm almost done.
- No, it's all right. Bethany.

I need you to find every previous
case involving V&R Security Ltd.

That means inquests, civil
prosecutions, the works.

And if you don't
know where to look,

- you need to ask John.
- Yeah.

Billy Lamb.

Yeah, yeah!

You're not wrong there.
It's a crying shame.

I could barely watch
the second half.

Listen, Harry, I've got some
information I think we should share.

And we are talking about
the current transfer window?

- You are sure about that?
- Positive.

She met the manager last Friday.

Still got to pass the medical.

Negotiations are advancing.

You'll forgive me
for saying this, Harry,

but you don't seem
entirely surprised.

Well, the old sixth sense
had been twitching a bit.

Ha, I should say.

Your biggest player. Trying
to sign for someone else.

Question is, what are
you going to do about it?

Sometimes it's best to let
these things take their course.

Go home, miss.

A girl's got to sleep.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Ooh, quoting Warren Zevon?
Things must be desperate.

- It's Bon Jovi, actually.
- Ah.

But yeah.

Yeah, they are a bit.

Anything I can do?

Remind me never to
trust a defense barrister.

Good night, Miss.

I need your permission to
take a different approach.

What do you mean?

After what happened yesterday,

it's not enough saying
you just followed the rules,

because the company are
now saying that's not true.

You mean that barrister is.
He was the one who's trying to...

No, no. He's only
following their instructions.

They can't do that. They
said they'd stand by me.

- They said...
- Whoa, whoa. What did they say?

They said the prosecution
would try to divide us,

use my word against theirs
to make us all look guilty.

So the best thing we
could do was stand together.

If I started making waves, it'd
just look like I was blaming them.

Well, that's why you've got me.

I like making waves.

And, trust me,

they don't deserve your loyalty.

Mr. Purdey,

you're Head of Operations
for V&R Security,

with responsibility for the
recruitment and training

of all employees, are you not?

I am.

We want to ensure that
our staff have the skills

to deal with every eventuality.

And you personally oversaw
the compilation of the handbook

which outlines the protocols
they're expected to follow?

I did. We tried to
ensure that the guidelines

were as clear and
comprehensive as possible,

in order to limit the
margin for human error.

Your Honour, could
the jury please disregard

Mr. Purdey's reference
to human error?

That has not yet
been established.

Point taken, Ms. Costello.

Ahem...

Mr. Purdey, I've been reading
your employee handbook,

and I wondered if you could
help me with something?

I'll certainly try.

It says here...

when I find it...

"If a prisoner requests medical
assistance prior to transportation,

the officer in charge should:

A, arrange for the prisoner to
be seen by a doctor immediately,

B, inform the prison to have
medical assistance standing by,

or C, alert the prisoner
escort officers to the request,

and take no further action,

depending on the seriousness
of the prisoner's condition."

Right.

So how does the officer decide how
serious the prisoner's condition is?

Well, as you'll see, there are a
number of determining factors.

Let's say a headache,
for example?

Well, there are
headaches and headaches.

Say a...

a bad headache, but the
prisoner can still walk and talk.

I would probably
inform the prison

that they may need
medical attention on arrival.

Right.

Which is what your
officer did in July, 2009,

when Lucas Freeman
complained of a headache

prior to a seven-hour journey
in the back of one of your vans.

And that headache turned
out to be meningitis, didn't it?

That... That was a
very particular case.

And that officer who had
followed your guidelines

and reached the same
conclusion that you just did then...

He was sacked for negligence.

So the guidelines didn't work,

and your employee
took the blame.

And as a result of that inquest,

weren't you ordered
to make improvements

to your employee
training procedures?

Which we did. We complied
with all the coroner's rulings.

The coroner also said you
should have three officers per van,

didn't he?

So that one could
travel in the back.

We are in the process of
increasing our staffing levels.

Right. Yet, here...

in the latest edition
of your handbook...

it says...

"One officer must monitor
the prisoners inside the van,

whilst one officer
secures the exterior

and another liaises with
the emergency services."

So that's, what?
Oh, three in total.

Well, as I say, we are aiming...

But in the meantime,

how can two officers be
expected to follow your protocols

when they're a man short?

The fact is, if there'd been a
third officer in the back of that van,

that third officer that
you should have hired...

Richard Doyle would
still be alive today.

Um...

making us look bad won't make
your client look any less negligent.

I have to say that was
extremely short-sighted.

I'm sorry you see it that way.

He's still the one who heard a
dying man's cries and did nothing.

The jury won't forget that.

So what do you think?
It went well, right?

Well, to a point.

There's still the
issue of negligence.

What? So I've burned
my bridges with V&R,

and now you're telling me I'm
no better off than I was before?

Look, talk me through what you
heard when Doyle was inside the van.

I told you what I heard.

You mean did he shout, "Argh,
my chest hurts?, I think I'm dying"?

Er...

What if I'd opened that door
ten minutes earlier? Or even five?

Would it have made a difference?

Well, would it?

I very much doubt it.

But you can't say
for sure, can you?

No-one can.

Billy?

You realize this is it now, sir?
You and George are in it for life.

- It's a little melodramatic.
- Not at all.

Because if anything goes wrong,
it's not just you that loses work.

You think poor,
heartbroken Ms. Duggan

is going to instruct
anyone else in chambers

when she might run the
risk of bumping into you?

George isn't like
that. Sex and work,

- they're two separate things.
- Well, I hope you're right, sir

because mess this up
and it gets back to Alan,

well, you won't be
forgiven a second time.

Something you might
want to think about.

- Clive!
- Sorry, I got held up.

She's been waiting 20
minutes. The hearing's tomorrow.

Well, I'm here now.

Oh, thank you so much.

Completely parched.

You know, when I
was quite young...

I was about six or seven...

I was sent away to school.

I was really excited,

I thought it was going to
be this great adventure,

but for some reason,
when I got there,

I discovered that
my face just didn't fit.

There was a group of
boys in my year, and...

Well...

they decided they didn't
like me, and that was that.

It was your basic
nasty bullying.

It was cruel, and
sometimes it was...

It was actually quite violent.

But while I hated them and I
hated what they were doing to me...

a part of me felt guilty.

It was as if they could
see something in me that...

deserved to be punished.

And the worst part was that I ended
up feeling like they might be right.

Six years old.

Those boys made
me feel so ashamed...

that it never even occurred
to me to ask for help.

Because you
can still feel guilt,

terrible, overwhelming guilt,

even when something
isn't your fault.

But it doesn't mean you
deserve to be punished.

Hey, Martha. Took your advice.

What advice?

About the whole "I'll show you
mine if you show me yours" thing.

- Nice.
- Yeah, it worked.

- Good.
- It was completely knackering.

- Do you do that every time?
- Pretty much.

I don't know how you manage it.

Listen, do you want
to go for a drink?

Can't. I've got a con.

Anyway, I thought
you'd have plans?

No, not tonight.

Oh, why? Has she
finally seen through you?

No.

Erm... listen, I was
wondering if we could talk...

The Old Street Lounge
and Bar, know it?

No. Can't say I do.

Good. Can you both be
there at 8:30 on Friday?

Sure.

Excellent.

That's very cryptic.

Anyway, listen...

Sorry, sorry...

Sorry. Liam. Hiya.

Yeah. Yeah,
thanks for doing this.

You can still come
here? Great. Yeah.

I'll scrounge together
some chambers booze.

You'll be lucky! We're
not 18 anymore, you know.

Yeah. See you then.

'Prof Nyman, I've heard of, '

but where did you find this second
pathologist? Dr. Miles Radcliffe?

Oh, we didn't.

The coroner ordered a second
independent post-mortem

before he released the body;

And then by the time
CPS brought charges,

it was too late to do another.

And no-one called
him as a witness?

Well, there didn't seem much point.
He basically agreed with Nyman.

Why?

It just seems a bit odd.

Two separate pathologists,

both so eager to go with a
diagnosis of Long QT syndrome.

Is it that unusual?

It's fairly unusual. But it's
more that the original report

mentioned... "blood in the abdomen
and bruising around the liver."

So I can't understand
why they were so quick

to rule out an abdominal
bleed as cause of death.

Nyman put it down to later
injuries caused by CPR.

He said he couldn't
find another source.

Yeah, I know. Which makes
me wonder how hard he looked

because you'd struggle to get a
bruise in that location from CPR.

Well, what else
could've caused it?

Maybe a blow or a fall.

A fall?

This guy had pretty
acute cirrhosis.

His clotting factors would've
been massively reduced.

It wouldn't take much
to cause a serious bleed.

Okay. So, say they're wrong,

and say Doyle did die
from internal bleeding,

would he have been shouting
out, saying he was in pain?

It's more likely he would have
got gradually quieter and weaker

till he lost consciousness.

I hope that helps.

Definitely.

Here, we'd better finish this
and then I can hide the evidence.

Okay. But I haven't got long.

I promised I'd get
back for bath time.

You busy?

No.

Get hold of as much
background information as you can

on Dr. Miles Radcliffe.
Home Office pathologist.

Oh, and look into Professor
Stephen Nyman while you're at it.

Am I looking for
something specific?

I don't know yet.

But I've got a nagging feeling
that I've missed something.

So... just start looking
and see what you find.

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry, force of habit.

Yeah, well, don't. It makes
me feel like the Queen!

How's our girl?

Thriving. She's got a landmark
case on at the moment.

- Defending?
- Course!

What about Lady Macbeth?
Find her friend, did you?

Oh, yeah. That's handled.

Funny thing is, Harry Loughton
says she won't be missed.

A silk, one of his biggest earners,
he's happy to wave goodbye?

Seems there's... issues.

Woman like that, it's
usually drink or depression.

Or she's shagged too
many married tenants.

- Could be.
- Hang on. Nearly forgot.

Aren't you going to count it?

Well, if you can't
trust a solicitor...

- There she is.
- Billy.

Congenital means
"from birth", doesn't it?

I think so. Time for
a quick chat, Miss?

- Not really.
- It's important.

Five minutes.

Alan wants us to diversify,

which means bringing
in more prosecution work.

- And more prosecutors?
- Yes.

I'm not asking you to confirm
or deny this, but I'm just saying.

If we were looking
for prosecutors,

Caroline Warwick may
not be the way to go.

Why not?

There's been issues
at her current chambers.

What issues?

They've kept it quiet,
but I've heard a rumor...

Oh, let me guess, is it booze?
Or maybe a nervous breakdown?

- Before you jump down...
- Common knowledge, isn't it?

All female barristers
either drink,

shag around or lose cases
when they're premenstrual.

I disagree. I know at least two
that are teetotal and celibate.

Yes, but the rest of us
are workaholic spinsters

- who don't play well with others.
- Hear me out.

No, actually I won't.
You know what, Billy?

To be honest, I expected better.

You know, it's weird, private
fees are way down this quarter.

Yeah, well, it's the nature
of the business, John.

Everything goes in cycles.

One minute you're in
favor, next minute you're not.

It's good to remember that.

Thanks.

The Home Office gave
me the run-around,

but I finally got through to a
woman in hospital administration.

And after a bit of persuading,

she sent me through Radcliffe's
full employment record.

- And what about Nyman?
- She had his on file, as well.

- Really?
- Yes.

Turns out Radcliffe used to
be Nyman's senior registrar.

And when he applied to go

on the Home Office list last year,
guess who he gave as referee?

And nobody in the Coroner's
office picked up on this?

That their two "independent
experts" are old colleagues?

Well, it's a small pool. Chances
are a lot of them know each other.

Yeah, but Nyman's his boss.

His bloody mentor
by the sounds of it.

No wonder he didn't want to
contradict him. What are those?

I just did a trawl and printed
off everything I could find online

- about Professor Nyman.
- Okay.

Good.

- Fancy a beer?
- Yeah, sure.

Oh. Sorry. We
thought you were pizza.

- Excuse me?
- Clive? What are you doing here?

What's going on?

We're working.

Oh, for God's sake, Clive.

So how come you're only looking
into the pathologists' report now?

Because I never had reason to
question the cause of death before.

- You know, maybe...
- I've got something.

No.

It's the transcript from
a GMC hearing in 2008.

Radcliffe?

No, Nyman. They temporarily
suspended his license.

We're back in.

Listen, I'm gonna
leave you to it.

- Okay. Wasn't there something...
- No, no. It's fine.

When did they let him
back on the Home Office list?

I'm not saying my learned colleague
was aware of the GMC ruling...

I should hope not.

But clearly the information
should have been disclosed.

Your Honour, Professor
Nyman was originally retained

by the coroner's office.

I appears an
assumption was made...

You still have a continuing
duty to disclose, Mr. McKinley.

That is non-negotiable.

Yes, Your Honour.

Your application to have
Professor Nyman recalled

is granted, Ms. Costello.

As is the application to
adduce bad character.

Professor Nyman,

how many cases of
Long QT Syndrome

have you diagnosed
over the past five years?

I couldn't say off
the top of my head.

But you're considered quite
an authority on it, aren't you?

You've written papers and so on.

That's correct.

But I couldn't give an exact
figure without checking my files.

Well, let's focus
on two, shall we?

Margaret Blakefield
and Antony Dowling.

Now, you performed
post-mortems on both of them,

and reached a conclusion of
fatal arrhythmia in both cases.

Yes.

But that conclusion was challenged
by three other pathologists,

wasn't it?

There was a difference
of opinion. It happens.

A "difference of opinion" which
led to a disciplinary hearing

in front of the GMC

and a temporary suspension of
your Home Office accreditation?

Yes...

Because the GMC believed
that you showed, and I quote...

"a reluctance to change
from your original findings,

even when presented with
directly contradictory evidence".

I can see that it might be
confusing for a lay person...

Oh actually, no.

It's very clear.

You're so keen to find
evidence of your pet theory

that you've been
repeatedly shown to miss

the more obvious
causes of death.

Professor Nyman, if you
suffer from a loss of hearing

as a result of a bout of mumps, can
that be called congenital deafness?

- No, it cannot.
- I see.

And what does the
term "SUDEP" mean?

Sudden Death In Epilepsy.

It's when someone dies
from an epileptic attack.

Right.

So if Richard Doyle lost his
hearing after having mumps

and if his uncle died
from an epileptic fit,

would those factors be relevant to
a diagnosis of Long QT Syndrome?

No, they would not.

And yet you based
your conclusion

that he suffered a fatal arrhythmic
attack on those very factors?

- I wasn't aware...
- But surely you read

Doyle's medical history? Clearly
you spoke to his next of kin.

I mean, you must have been aware

that he suffered from
cirrhosis of the liver?

Yes, of course.

Which means that if he
received a blow to his abdomen,

in the region of his liver,
it could cause a bleed?

Possibly one serious
enough to kill him?

It's possible, in theory,

but he didn't receive any
such blow prior to his death.

But we know now that Doyle lost
his footing on the step into the van.

I mean, couldn't the bruising
that you attributed to CPR

actually have come from falling
against the prison van door?

I-I don't believe so, no.

Professor Nyman, was there sufficient
blood in Richard Doyle's abdomen

to fit with a diagnosis
of internal hemorrhage?

It... It's not simply a
question of volume...

Yes or no, Professor Nyman?

Yes!

And had he suffered this bleeding
as a result of a blow to his liver,

could his death really have
been caused by the stress

of being locked in
the back of that van?

Clearly not.

And would his chances of
survival have been greatly increased

if he'd received medical
aid 20 minutes earlier?

It's unlikely.

Thank you, Professor Nyman.

Shall we wait here?

They'll call us back in
when they're ready for us.

Maybe you should get a coffee?

In respect of count
one on the indictment,

that of corporate manslaughter,
do you find the defendants,

V&R Security Ltd,
guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

And in respect of count
two on the indictment,

that of gross negligence
manslaughter,

do you find the
defendant, Michael Ward,

guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty.

No hard feelings, I hope?

We got the right
result in the end.

Did we?

Enjoy your victory,
Martha. I certainly shall.

Right. First round's on me.
Better a lush than a spinster.

- Sorry?
- Doesn't matter.

Jesus, Billy. What
the hell are you doing?

I'm looking at the
bigger picture, sir.

In the dark?

Do my best thinking in the dark.

I think about my barristers

and how I can make sure
they achieve their potential.

'Cause that's what
I do. I plan ahead.

Good to know.

Now, another barrister,
like, say, Caroline Warwick,

they might put work your
way to get their foot in the door,

but it won't last, trust me.

Barristers are like thoroughbreds.
Sleek. Focused on winning.

And utterly selfish.

That's why you need me.
Looking out for you long-term.

Something to bear in mind
when she makes her application.

Nice of you to join us.

Yeah.

Listen, Martha, I've had a letter
from the Bar Standards Board.

About Oxford?

I really need your help.

Jesus, Clive.

Well, I'm afraid I've dragged
you both here for no reason.

Our esteemed colleague seems
to have had an attack of the jitters.

- She's changed her mind?
- Wants to take a rain check.

You didn't mention this
evening to anyone, did you?

Got the impression she was
worried there'd been a leak.

George Duggan is for
Christmas. Silk is for life.

I've never felt
like this before,

so this is more difficult
for me than I can say.

This work, it will corrupt
your every waking moment.

And when you lose, I
don't want that for you.

I know about the Ali family.

What do you know?

Fatima. Tell us what happened
that night with your family.

Are you an angry man, Mr. Ali?

I will not talk to someone
as ignorant as you.

I'm the senior clerk in here!

What's the matter with you?