All language subtitles for Law.and.Order.UK.S02E04_Legendas01.ENG

In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate yet
equally important groups.

The police,
who investigate crime,

and the Crown Prosecutors,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

It's not rocket science,
Dave. Fabric conditioner on the left,

powder on the right.

It's as well I didn't marry you
for your brains.

Yeah, I'll see you later.
Yeah. Bye.

Rachel?

Rachel? Rachel, please!
You're scaring mummy!

Mummy!

There you are.
What are you doing? You scared the life--

Oh, my God!

She thought
he was dead at first.

Would've been, if the ambulance
hadn't got there so fast.

Thank you.
Darren McKenzie. Age, 30.

Cash and credit cards
still in the wallet, so no mugging.

Not another random stabbing?

- He was operated on.
- And how is he now?

No, I mean, he wasn't stabbed.
Somebody pumped him full of Midazolam

- and removed his kidney.
- You're joking.

Scan proves it.

They sliced him open,
took his kidney, stitched him back up,

and then dumped him.

Sorry, I've gotta take this.

Organ theft,
in the middle of London.

And I thought
that was an urban myth.

Tell that to Darren McKenzie.

Last thing I remember,

walking back to the flat
late last night.

You don't remember anything
about the attack, Mr. McKenzie?

I remember waking up...

being cold and numb.
I couldn't move.

Is there any family
you'd like us to contact?

There's only my sister.

We don't get along.
We haven't for a while.

You don't remember
seeing anyone, hearing anything?

Only the paramedic.

Nurse said he saved me.

Well, the doctors say
that you're gonna make a full recovery, Darren.

Yeah.

With an attack like that,
it's no wonder he's been knocked sideways.

Except he's not exactly
an angel himself.

Just got a text message
from Ange.

Ten years ago, Darren McKenzie

did time for death
by dangerous driving.

and he's been in
and out of prison ever since.

Theft, assault, GBH.

And what you think
someone's he's upset comes back and nicks one of his kidneys

for a bit of revenge.
I don't think so, Matt.

Uniform haven't turned up
any witnesses, have they?

Well, no, they haven't.

So, what do we know
about organ trafficking?

Uh, it tends
to be Eastern European.

Gangs preying on people so poor
that they sell their body parts for cash.

Well, you don't think
that's what's going on here, do you?

Well, if it's a possibility,
we've gotta look into it.

Mattie, intel reckon
there's only one gang operating in the UK

that could be involved
with organ trafficking

and it's run
by Jason 'Non-Stick' Taylor.

Murder, corruption, blackmail,
fraud on a grand scale

nicked him 14 times,
never been put away.

Uh, hence 'Non-Stick'.

No. They called him non-stick
'cause he liked burning people's faces off

with a frying pan.

Prosecution witnesses
in particular. Luckily for us, he's under surveillance.

Get your coat.

So, what can I do for you?

It's a case we're working on,
organ theft, bloke on Wimbledon Common.

- Did he live?
- Yeah, he did. Yeah.

But we think your target
could be our man.

- Jason Taylor?
- Yeah.

Could be. He owns
a couple of properties in Wimbledon.

- Yeah.
- Have you got a timeline?

Yeah, anytime between midnight
and eight a.m.

Nah, last night we had Taylor
and his whole crew under surveillance.

- Definite?
- Yeah. We've got surveillance

of the lot of them
at a card game.

Started around seven o' clock and didn't finish till midday.
Nobody in or out.

Anyone else on the radar
that we should be taking a look at?

For live organ theft?

Taylor's the only one
psycho enough to do something like that. Sorry, lads.

If it's not that crew,
who else would want to remove a man's kidney?

Religious cult?

No, they're normally after the heart.
That or they rip the eyes out.

What? I've read about them.

Doesn't mean I'm in one,
all right?

We gotta get back to basics.

If we wanna find out
who could do this,

we need to find out
how you'd do it.

You'd need two people
and even that's dangerous.

I've done hundreds
of kidney transplants

and there's always been a team
of at least half a dozen.

So, what equipment
would you need?

Scalpel, scissors, sutures,
towels, diathermy, anesthetic machine.

Anesthetic machine?
That must be pretty big.

It's about the size of a cabinet
with a telly on it.

You're not gonna jump out
of the bushes with one of them under your arm, are you?

Get our admin people
to give you a list of suppliers for the machines.

What about buying
and selling kidneys illegally?

Well, it happens,

abroad.

In the UK,
if somebody needs a kidney,

Central Transplant will try
and match them up with a donor.

There is a very long
waiting list, though.

That's in case you need me.

Thank you.

You know what, Mattie,
we're coming at this from the wrong direction.

- We are?
- We are.

We shouldn't be looking
for the person who stole the kidney,

we should be looking
for the person who needs one.

She just gave you
her phone number.

I know.

About three and a half thousand
transplants last year.

But there are over double
that amount of people waiting.

I hope you two carry
donor cards.

There's no point. My ex
has already got everything.

So, which of these
has had a kidney transplant in the last 72 hours?

Well...

This one in Kent.

This one in Cheshire.

That's odd.

There was a transplant done
at Waterloo City Hospital on Friday morning.

But we didn't arrange
that kidney.

Ay? So who did?

No, we arrange every transplant
in the UK.

They can't have done
a transplant without us providing the kidney.

You need to talk
to the receiving desk at Waterloo City Hospital,

see where it came from.

You ever touched a real kidney?

I mean, like,
give it a really good old prod?

Sends shivers up my spine,
it does.

All soft and squishy and...

And as for livers, well,
don't get me started on them.

You're the delivery desk
for the hospital, are you?

Yeah. All organs come through me.
In a manner of speaking.

And you were working
Thursday night?

Thursday? Yeah.
I was on 'til five the following morning.

Graveyard shift.

The kidney came in at 2:34 a.m.

And any idea where it came from?

An orderly brought it down.

I put it in the system at 2:34.

At 2:38, it went up
to Mr. Reberty's department.

When a donor organ comes in,
I check the blood type

and the tissue
to see if they are compatible.

Hey, sorry!
I never check the paperwork,

the transport paperwork.
Why would I?

So, does the paperwork say
who the donor is, Doctor Reberty?

Mister,
surgeons are called "Mister."

Job used to be done by barbers
who weren't medically trained.

Honestly, I don't check
the paperwork, I never do that.

I'm only interested
in the patient in front of me.

Listen, why don't you check
with my staff?

They'll have all the documentation.
Thank you.

So, the kidney transplant
you performed,

that was the only one done
in the hospital that Friday morning?

Yes, uh, Joanna Woodleigh.

Late stages of renal failure,
waited on a transplant for two years.

And where's she right now?

Intensive care.

There were complications
during surgery, it's nothing serious,

but we're keeping an eye on her.
Call me if you need anything else.

Meet Joanna Woodleigh.

I checked the hospital's usual
courier firms.

None of them delivered
a transplant box the night Darren McKenzie was attacked.

Right, so...

a kidney magically turns up
at this hospital,

the night Darren McKenzie
gets attacked.

You know where that leaves us,
don't you, Mattie?

Stolen organs being trafficked
into the NHS.

So, the tests prove
that Darren McKenzie's kidney

definitely went
into Joanna Woodleigh.

How does a stolen kidney
end up in the NHS?

I mean,
they've gotta have systems in place.

Well, believe it or not,
the, uh, receptionist was breaking up a fight

at the time, and when she got
back to her desk,

there was a transplant box
with transport documents.

So, she got an assistant
to take it down to the delivery desk.

The paperwork
was falsified. Although, the health care assistant

and the receptionist's stories
do tally.

What about Joanna Woodleigh?
She's the one who benefits most.

Uh, she lives with her dad.

Apparently,
she's had two previous transplants.

Would you mind chasing that up?
Uh, both of them have obviously failed.

She's minted. Private hospital room.
Private nurse, the lot.

- So, what's the one thing money can't buy?
- Love.

A kidney on the NHS.

So, go and talk
to Joanne Woodleigh's father.

I retired six months ago.
Worst decision I ever made.

Nothing to do but sit at home
all day, reading the papers from cover to cover,

drinking endless cups of coffee.

And now,
I can't even concentrate on that.

Well, to be fair I'd find it
hard to think straight if one of my daughters was ill.

Think straight?
My carpet's worn thin.

So you had no idea
that the kidney

that went into Joanna
was stolen.

Abso-- Absolutely not!

No, the whole procedure
was just the same as it's always been before.

When did you know
that the transplant was gonna happen?

Uh, early Friday morning.
I-- I-- I tried not to get my hopes up.

Getting a call
about a transplant is no guarantee, uh,

you know,
you've got the assessment, and the cross test,

and then-- then it still
doesn't go through.

But, um, Mr. Reberty always said
they'd find one for us eventually and,

uh, Joanna and I hoped
it would be third time lucky...

Oh, my God. Uh, look,
she's awake. Joanna's awake.

- I've-- I've got to go and see her.
- Mr. Woodleigh...

we're also going to need
to speak to Joanna.

- Why?
- Routine. That's all.

Uh, yeah, sure, by all means.
I'll-- I'll-- I'll see you there.

How is he?
The man that got attacked?

Is he all right?

Mr. McKenzie
caught an infection. Doctors are keeping him in

- for the time being.
- Oh, God. Dad--

No, no, no. Mr. Reberty says
you're going to be fine.

You just need to get some rest.
We'll sort all this out.

I can't believe this.
How could this happen?

That's what we're trying
to find out.

Joanna, had you met
Darren McKenzie before this or had any contact with him?

No, not at all.
Why would I have?

Do we really need
to do this now?

She really needs
to get some rest.

What happens now?

Are they gonna have to take
the kidney out again?

You mustn't worry
about anything, you're gonna be fine.

Come on,
I want some progress on this.

Someone took out that kidney.
They didn't do it for free.

Well,
Financial Investigations Unit have checked

Philip and Joanna Woodleigh's
bank records. Philip's is clean as a whistle,

though, Joanne does have two
off shore accounts that they're still looking into.

Here we go,
beauty of the internet.

Joanna Woodleigh's medical
records said she was cytotoxic.

Anyway, I checked it out.

Cytotoxic means
you reject tissue that's not exactly like yours.

It means
you need a perfect organ match.

So, Darren McKenzie
wasn't just any old punter snatched off the street.

No, whoever arranged this
knew that Darren was a perfect match for Joanna.

So, find out how they knew.

Few months back, I did a test

to see if I could donate some bone marrow to my sister.
She's sick.

Didn't work though.

Couldn't even get that right.
Got the wrong marrow.

She's still waiting for a donor.

She acts
like it's my fault though.

She blames me.

Do you know the name
of the company that did the test?

We'd like to talk to them.

Yeah, should be in the kitchen
somewhere.

Great.

Do you want us to pick you up anything while we're there?
Books, clothes?

Can of beer from the fridge.

One kidney,
shouldn't take me that long to get hammered.

We'll get you a milkshake.

No, I really appreciate that,
thank you. Yeah.

Result!

Darren McKenzie
had a HLA test for his bone marrow.

And what's that?

- Uh, it's a Human leukocyte antigen test.
- No, no what does it mean?

It doesn't matter what it means.

It's the same test
used to match kidney tissue.

So anyone
who had his test result

would know
that he was a feasible match

- for Joanna Woodleigh.
- Oh, okay. All right, so,

and who would have access
to his results, his GP?

Uh, and the lab
that did the test and I have the address.

Very good.

Yeah, Lindvell labs, medical test lab.
We use them all the time.

I know. We know Miss Hale.
We've just come from there.

And one of the lab clerks claims

you bribed him to hand over
some confidential medical results.

It's not exactly a bribe.
It's a tip.

You know, like you tip a waiter
or a cabbie.

Look, it was to save time,
everyone does it.

Really, everyone?

Have you ever worked in the NHS?
It's a nightmare.

Paperwork gets lost,
results take forever,

you have to fight
to get hold of anything.

And all the while,
patients are at risk.

I did it to cut
through their red tape.

Is that a crime now?

Darren McKenzie's name
was one of those amongst the results, Valerie.

So, were hundreds of others.
Look,

I work here to help people.

I thought I did what was right.

Now, if there's nothing else?

This nurse, Valerie Hale
knew Darren's kidney was a perfect match for Joanna.

But you've no direct evidence
linking her or anyone else with the attack on Darren.

She worked
at Waterloo City Hospital, where the transplant took place.

- Too much of a coincidence.
- Circumstantial, unless you can prove otherwise.

- What are you grinning about?
- Well, whoever operated on Darren McKenzie

needed an anesthetic machine,
and guess what?

You've found
the anesthetic machine.

- Come on, sunshine!
- What are you like?

Always wanted to do repairs.
Good enough for Kylie in Neighbors,

- it was good enough for me.
- Wasn't she a mechanic?

Might have known
you'd be a Kylie fan.

It's mostly repairs we do here,
but sometimes we rent out.

Used equipment,
that sort of thing.

She's old
and she's seen better days, but she still works.

Say hello to Betsy.

- Name all your machines, do you?
- Doesn't everyone?

And Betsy was rented out
recently, yeah?

Yeah, first time in ages.

Some nurse called up.
Charged it to, uh,

Mr. R-- Robert. No, Reberty.

Mr. Reberty's credit card,
I don't know.

- Mr. John Reberty?
- Yeah.

Right. Well, we're gonna need
to have Betsy forensicated.

Be gentle with her.

We will. Was she picked up
or delivered?

Delivered to some
private address up in Archway.

Sixty-three Wadsworth street.

Hold on.

That's Valerie Hale's gaff.

Landlord reckons Valerie Hale
as the perfect tenant.

Quiet,
never brings dodgy blokes home, apparently.

Except, of course
when she wants to rip one of their kidneys out.

So, our Miss Hale
gets the anesthetic machine delivered to her flat the night

- Darren McKenzie's attacked.
- But none of the neighbors saw anyone go

in or out of the flat
that night.

Still circumstantial.

Well, that's as maybe,
but she ain't gonna be able to operate by herself,

- is she? That's for sure.
- Oh, we ain't got any proof it even happened here.

I mean the forensics' lads
reckon the place is absolutely spotless.

Yeah, but you know what,

someone's working really hard
to cover their tracks here, Mattie.

NHS trained Ron,
probably sterilized the place.

Except,
there are some things of course, you can't sterilize.

Sheets, towels, scrubs,
that sort of business. They'd been covered in blood,

and they'd have wanted
to get rid of these a bit sharpish, wouldn't they?

No.

No way Ronnie.

Are you sure
this is the right spot?

Valerie Hale's flat
was on collection route number 32.

The foreman reckons
this is where the 32 lorry dumps its stuff.

So stop moaning
and keep looking.

- What did you do today, Matt?
- Oh, you know, the usual.

Hoked through 17 rat-invested,
pee ridden skips in a rubbish dump.

You know what you need, son? A bit of PMA.
Positive mental attitude.

You'd be surprised
what people chuck out.

That sofa bed
in my spare room, for instance.

No, I have slept in that!
You said that was from IKEA.

- Well, it was, originally, right?
- I don't believe it. That's...

Now, then, Mattie...

how do you like
your physical proof, son?

Conclusive.

Yes!

Blood type's a match
for Darren McKenzie.

But they weren't found
in Valerie's flat.

How can you prove
they have anything to do with her?

Her DNA's all over the sheets

and the perforations
of the bin bags matches the roll in her kitchen. How's that?

And the plastic sheets
are a mechanical fit with the ones from the hospital,

- they're actually from the same roll.
- So what do you reckon?

Charge them
with unlawful wounding with intent?

I'll talk to James.

And, um,
you need to open a window.

That'll be Stig
of the Dump here.

Valerie,

you probably think
that if you lie convincingly enough,

you'll walk out of this door
and go home.

But, you know what,
we spend every day facing down lies.

Big lies, small lies.

The lies people tell themselves
so they can sleep at night.

And the thing is,
you're so young.

You wouldn't want to waste
the next few years of your life

in some unpleasant surroundings,
just because you lied.

So, we're politely suggesting
that you tell us the truth about your involvement,

about why the anesthetic
machine was paid for

on Mr. John Reberty's
credit card

and why you needed
Darren McKenzie's kidney.

The surgeon...

Mr. Reberty, came to see me.

He told me to hire
an anesthetic machine, put sheets on all the floors.

He said we had the opportunity
to change someone's life for the better.

But that it couldn't be done
on the NHS.

So, if we move to the topic of graft...

- versus host reactions--
- Mr. John Reberty,

I'm arresting you
for the unlawful wounding of Darren McKenzie.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense if you do not mention

when questioned something
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

If you don't mind.

Do you really think
you can convince a jury

that the highly respected
surgeon moonlights as an organ thief?

Darren McKenzie was drugged,
taken to Valerie Hale's flat

where he had a kidney removed
against his will.

Not by Mr. Reberty.

Only Ms. Hale's DNA was found
on the anesthetic machine.

There isn't any forensic proof
my client was at Ms. Hale's flat.

We have a confession
from Valerie Hale stating it was Mr. Reberty's idea.

Oh, this is madness!
I'm a surgeon. I help people.

Why would I do something
like this?

Your credit card
was used to pay for the anesthetic machine.

I've told you,
it was stolen and used without my consent.

You can't blame me
for what Valerie did to this--

There's no way Valerie
could've operated on Mr. McKenzie by herself.

I'm innocent.

So why is Valerie Hale saying
that you operated on Darren McKenzie?

I caught her taking drugs
from the hospital.

She'd have lost her job
so I didn't tell anyone.

She took that as a sign
that I was interested in her.

When I told her that I wasn't,
she got very upset.

She's setting me up
to get her own back.

Hell hath no fury
like a woman scorned.

Do you have anything
more imaginative than that?

Unlawful wounding with intent.

You're looking
at three to four years.

Why would I do this?

I'd lose everything
I've worked for.

Yes, James, I'm fascinated
to know how you're going to explain motive.

He's right.

We need to establish
why Reberty would get involved in this.

Well, two days
before the transplant operation,

Joanna Woodleigh and Reberty
met at a restaurant.

Well, there are lots of reasons
why a patient would meet their surgeon

outside of a hospital.

I've looked into Reberty.
He is broke.

Put all of his money
into property, the downturn's hit him hard.

He's got four mortgages,

five credit cards
and a very expensive ex-wife.

- So he's drowning in debt.
- Was.

A few weeks ago,
he cleared all of his debt.

- All of them?
- He's in the black for the first time in a decade.

- Could we prove where the money came from?
- Well, I'm looking in to it.

But what if Joanna Woodleigh
paid Reberty to find her a kidney?

The transplant system's supposed
to be one of the few places where money

doesn't talk. Rich or poor,
you join a list, and you wait.

There's one other thing.

Philip Woodleigh,
Joanna's father?

He and George were at university together.
Best mates, apparently.

Great.
So who gets to tell him

his friend's daughter
might've used her wealth to buy a kidney?

We think Joanna
paid Reberty to perform the transplant.

I remember her
when she was this high...

just running about,

into everything.

You got tired just watching her.

I'm sorry, George.

Thanks, Alesha.

Good work.

- I'm sure Joanna felt she had no choice.
- There's always a choice.

- This'll break Philip's heart.
- Is there anything I can do?

Yes, as there's a conflict
of interest on my part,

you should report to the DPP
on this case from now on.

Of course.

So, do what you have to do.

What's going on? You--
You've got to stop this!

- ...anything you do say may be given in evidence...
- I haven't done anything!

You don't seriously
believe this?

Joanna would never do anything
like that.

Well, then she's nothing
to worry about.

She's just had a major
operation.

The-- The stress of this
could set her back, George.

Philip, please. This is James' case.
I have to step back.

So, why have you asked me
here then?

As a courtesy.

I wanted you to hear
from me personally.

Joanna has just been arrested.

What?

Have you got me here
to keep me out of the way?

Better all round, Phillip.

Right.

I had nothing to do with this.

I was-- I was in hospital
having dialysis

when Darren McKenzie
was attacked.

Joanna...

we have you on camera in Chelsea
with Mr. Reberty two days before your operation.

Surely, if you wanted
to speak to your surgeon,

you would make an appointment.

He's looked after me
for a couple of years now. I--

I didn't realize it was a crime
to meet him in public.

No,

that's the peril of our job though, you see.
We are naturally suspicious.

Especially when two days later,
Mr. Reberty's got you a kidney courtesy

- of Darren McKenzie--
- I didn't know that's what was gonna happen.

Joanna, I think you're lying.

I think he told you exactly
what was gonna happen that night when you met him.

- No!
- Did you tell John Reberty to go ahead?

- Is that when you arranged to clear all his debts for him?
- What?

No! I didn't know anything,
until--

Uh, until? Uh, until what?

Uh, Joanna,
we found this at your property.

Do you know what it is?

Yes, um, it's an HLA test.

I must've memorized mine
over the years, had to produce it enough times.

Yeah, I bet.

Except of course,
this isn't your HLA test.

This belongs...

to Darren McKenzie.

Oh, God.

You're right.

It's-- It's all down to me.
This-- This is my fault.

I paid Mr. Reberty
to find me a perfect match any way he could.

Okay. Joanna Woodleigh,
we are charging you

with the unlawful wounding
of Darren McKenzie--

...rules and regulations,
where's my daughter?

I've waited long enough, I'm
not waiting a minute longer.

- Sir, you cannot go in there!
- Where's Joanna?

She's just been charged.

She's confessed to conspiring
to attack Darren McKenzie.

- She's lying.
- What?

Get me George Castle here. Now.

- Joanna's lying.
- Why would she do a stupid thing like that?

- To protect me.
- What are you talking about?

It was my idea.

- Shut up, Philip.
- It was my idea, George. I'm responsible!

For God's sake,
say nothing more, nothing more, do you hear me?

I can't hear this.
You need a solicitor.

I paid John Reberty to do this.

Two million pounds.

I'll give you the details
of the payment transfers.

I had to work quite hard
to disguise it.

I told him to find
a kidney for Joanna.

The system
wasn't working for her, I tried to go around it.

All the money I have,

couldn't help her.

- So, Joanna knew nothing about this?
- No, no.

She knew that an operation
was imminent.

She and Reberty
had dinner together and he told her

that he'd find her a kidney.

But she didn't know
where the kidney was coming from?

Not 'til after the operation.

She was horrified.

I had to do something.

I couldn't lose her.

I wouldn't be here today
if it wasn't for Philip.

My mother died
when I was in my final year at University

and I was a write-off.

Was legless every night.

I got arrested.

I was so drunk,
I couldn't say my own name.

Philip came in,
lied to the police.

Told them that my name
was Philip Woodleigh.

He said
that he was George Castle

and that he was there
to bail me out.

They released me.

Philip knew,

that if I'd got a record,
I wouldn't have been able to practice law.

He saved me that night.

Woodleigh's done a deal?

We've charged him
with unlawful wounding with intent.

- We'll be charging you with the same.
- What?

But he came to me.

He was desperate for me
to do something for Joanna.

- You attacked an innocent man.
- Oh, no, I knew what I was doing.

What do you think
gave you the right to do this?

Let me tell you
about Darren McKenzie.

Because when I found he was
a perfect match,

I looked into his life.
He ran down a young girl and killed her.

Nothing good has come
of Darren McKenzie on this planet.

But I changed that.

When his kidney
went into Joanna Woodleigh, his existence had meaning.

He'd done something good
for the first time in his life.

Do you even hear
what you're saying?

Darren McKenzie
did not volunteer to donate!

You don't get to make
that choice for him.

I get to make those choices every day.
That's what surgeons do.

The system failed her. I didn't.

You might think
you're better than me, but you couldn't do what I do.

I have lost count of the lives
I have saved.

Whereas, you, you've never made
a tough decision in your life.

You did this for the money,
Mr. Reberty.

Well, shall I tell you
about the NHS? They promised me a promotion,

then withdrew it when the books
didn't balance.

I was swamped with debt
by that time.

Woodleigh's money
got me out of it.

What's our best hope here,
James?

If your client pleads guilty
to simple unlawful wounding,

he could get as little
as 18 months...

but he'll need to give evidence
against Philip Woodleigh.

No, for God's sake, come on, George,

how difficult
can it be to file something properly!

- Are you okay, George?
- What the hell

was Philip thinking about?

It's Darren McKenzie.
He died this morning.

A major hemorrhage.

Is it connected
to the original attack?

A renal artery wasn't tied off
properly when his kidney was taken.

He got an infection.

The hospital operated,
but he died.

This means that Philip Woodleigh
is responsible for the death of Darren McKenzie.

Oh, God.

At least you got bail.

I'm not going down
without a fight. And I need your help, George.

- Now, Philip, listen I can on--
- I want you to defend me.

What? Well, that's the most
ridiculous idea I've ever heard.

And I go to meetings
with the Home Secretary.

- I'm serious. I need your help.
- You confessed to the crime.

I confessed to the assault!
Not to manslaughter.

I didn't know
the boy was gonna die.

- I can't do it, Philip.
- When have I ever asked you for anything?

If the situation was reversed--

- Don't play that card with me.
- I'd fight for you!

I-- I-- I work for the CPS.

There are thousands
of better defense barristers

- in London I could recommend several.
- No, no, no. No, no, no.

I haven't defended for 20 years.

I'd have to turn cartwheels
to get my boss to agree.

CPS policy actively encourages
employees to gain experience in defense.

- You've been reading our website.
- I always do my research.

There's a case to be made.

I did this for Joanna.

If I go to prison
for manslaughter, I'll barely see her.

I'm entitled to the best
possible defense, George, and that is you.

A sabbatical? You're kidding!

I've cleared it with the DPP.
I'm not conflicted,

I've had no prior involvement
with this case so far.

Thank you.

And so long as I excuse
myself from office,

then I can defend Philip.

That is the beauty
of the English legal system, James.

- You're really sure?
- I owe him this much.

And I've already organized
my replacement.

Good man, very competent,
comes highly recommended.

- Who is he?
- You, James, Director of CPS London.

Just don't get too comfy.
I'll be back in a matter of months.

And I've already marked
the whiskey bottle.

George, there is no defense here.
He's confessed.

Well, he's confessed
to unlawful wounding,

he has not confessed to manslaughter.
George, that's a technicality.

Make your strongest case,
I will make mine...

and may the best man win.

The defense submits
that the Crown has no case.

Manslaughter requires that death
be the direct result

of the accused's unlawful act.

Darren McKenzie was not attacked
by the defendant.

Causation is not established.

In the Crown's submission,
Mr. Woodleigh caused Darren McKenzie to be attacked.

The defendant
explicitly told Mr. Reberty to "do whatever's necessary".

"Do whatever's necessary"
is not the same thing as telling Mr. Reberty

to attack Darren McKenzie.

- Mr. Reberty is a credible witness.
- If not a credible surgeon.

Mr. Woodleigh's idea
led to Mr. Reberty's actions,

the result
of which was the death of Darren McKenzie.

My Lord, Mr. Woodleigh
took no action against Darren McKenzie.

I must accede
to the Crown's submission, Mr. Castle.

There is a case to be heard.

Though I wonder whether a jury
will succumb to your argument, Mr. Steel.

My Lord.

Joanna's body had rejected
two previous kidneys.

There are rules regarding transplants.
Having a third is very unusual.

Philip Woodleigh came to me
and asked me what we could do.

I was honest.

I said
that we were out of choices.

- And what did the defendant say?
- Well, he said he couldn't accept that.

His daughter deserved
a normal life.

He said I should,
and I'm quoting, "do whatever is necessary."

What did you take that to mean?

If we couldn't find a kidney
by legal means,

I should investigate
other options.

Illegal means.

I made it clear
that all legal avenues were exhausted.

If the defendant
hadn't spoken to you,

would you have planned
the attack on Darren McKenzie?

No, of course not.
The whole idea came from Mr. Woodleigh.

Thank you. No further questions.

You're giving evidence...

for the Crown
against the defendant, aren't you Mr. Reberty?

For a reduced sentence.

I'm still going to prison.
And I'm telling the truth.

Once you found Darren
was a match,

didn't you consider offering him

part of the two million pounds
to donate a kidney?

If we'd asked Darren
and he'd said no,

that would've been
the end of it.

Or more likely
because you wanted to keep that money for yourself,

didn't you?

It's no secret,
I had a number of debts.

Why didn't you look abroad?

Source the kidney
from another country?

Joanna had major
organ rejection problems and worsening renal failure.

The chances of finding a match
are extremely rare.

Besides, it would've taken time.

Mr. Woodleigh was worried
his daughter was giving up.

So, when the defendant
instructed you to "do whatever is necessary",

didn't you query it?
Didn't you--

didn't you want to clarify
with the defendant what that meant?

No.

So, Mr. Woodleigh chatted to you
about his sick daughter,

and you misinterpreted
his words, wildly.

The court might have reason
to wonder

why Mr. Woodleigh is on trial
for a death...

that you caused.

All rise.

Can you get on to the debt
collecting service,

get me the witness statement from that.
It's very, very urgent.

He's good, isn't he?

Did you ever think
he wouldn't be?

So what do you think?

Neck and neck, I reckon.

Never liked the wig.

I look like Amy Winehouse.

Trust me George, you don't.

I'd forgotten
how much I missed this.

Last year, Joanna wanted to stop
the dialysis.

She couldn't cope
with it any longer.

If I'd let her,
she would have died within weeks.

I knew then
I had to do something.

What did you mean
when you told Mr. Reberty

to "do whatever's necessary"?

The NHS system wasn't working
for Joanna,

and what I meant was,
he should try a different approach.

Think outside the box.

Did you consider
that those words

could lead to a man's death?

Absolutely not.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Thank you, Mr. Woodleigh.
No further questions.

Why did you pay John Reberty
two million pounds?

To facilitate the acquisition
of a kidney for my daughter.

So, it was a business
transaction then?

In a way, yes.

So you drew up a contract?
You had an agreement in writing?

No.

Why not?

Well,
it didn't seem appropriate.

You didn't want to leave
any trace, did you?

Because you knew
that what you were asking John Reberty to do was illegal.

I thought that Reberty
would use the money

to find and pay someone
to donate a kidney that matched.

I'd done the research,
people live perfectly full lives with only one kidney.

So you gave him
explicit instructions. You asked him to guarantee

- that no one would be hurt.
- No,

I thought that was implicit.

Well, you expect a jury
to believe that a successful businessman

like yourself,
expert at analyzing risks and outcomes,

didn't foresee the possibility
of someone getting hurt?

- I didn't hurt anyone.
- No, you paid John Reberty to do it for you.

That's not what the money
was for.

That two million pounds
was one thing and one thing only, wasn't it?

- Blood money.
- No!

Without you, your instructions
or your payments to Mr. Reberty,

none of these events
would have taken place, would they?

- It's not that simple.
- Oh, I suggest that it is, Mr. Woodleigh.

Without you, Darren McKenzie
would still be alive, wouldn't he?

All I ever wanted
was for my daughter to live.

Any parent would feel the same.

Well, I'm a parent,
Mr. Woodleigh.

And I find your actions
abhorrent.

- Mr. Steel...
- I-- I--

- that's enough!
- I did not intend for that boy to die.

Darren McKenzie is dead,
Mr. Woodleigh,

and you're responsible,
aren't you?

- My Lord, please!
- And-- And what would you have done?

- Mr. Steel, final warning!
- What would you have done, hmm?

If it was your child?

Stayed within the law.

Would the defendant
please stand.

Members of the jury,
have you reached a verdict upon which you are all agreed?

Yes.

On the count of manslaughter,
do you find the defendant, Philip Woodleigh,

guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

I would like to thank
the members of the jury of this case.

You were told
in the beginning of the case to pay particular attention

to the evidence before you...

No bail this time, eh?

Afraid not, Philip.

Well...

thank you, George.

George.

I'm sorry.

What for?

You've done nothing wrong.

A man died.

You prosecuted.
I defended. The jury decided.

Can you just give me a moment?