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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?