All language subtitles for Silent Witness S16E08 Legacy (2)-eng.EN

This wasn't just misadventure.
Someone locked him in and
left him to die.

God, Derren! What's the matter with
you? You're asleep half the time,

then you do something like this!
I didn't do anything!

If you want to leave, leave now!
No-one come near me!

What I want is to know
is what killed him.

Armed police! Get down on the floor!

Brimstead Fields.

This is really going to mess things
up. I told you!

I want the proper value of my farm.

I understand. This Lord Embleton,
as he calls himself.

You tell him I can make an awful lot
of trouble for him if I choose.

Someone knows what's happening, and
there's people dying because of it!

Stand your ground! Don't move!
What's going on?

Useful?

There is something going on in the
area.

Mr Ryder?

George?

♪ Testat ore silence

♪ Vos teste se spiritu

♪ Silencio... ♪

Nikki, is Jack there?
'On his way to you, I think.'

Could you send over the mug shots
of Brian Blackburn's employees?

That's the boy that I saw.

What are you doing?
I've got to get away from here.

Slow down.

I need to get away from here, Dad.
Where can I go?

What are you talking about?
He was just...this man, he was...
he was lying there.

I didn't do anything.
What man? Just some old bloke.

I went back to get the bottle and...
They're not gonna believe me after
Colin.

Nobody knows about Colin.

I took him some water.
You said don't leave anything.

Is this blood?

Police! Open the door!

You can't let them in here, Dad.
They'll only break it down.

You got three seconds, Brian!

You stay here. I'll talk to 'em.

All right, put it in.

Where is he, Brian?
He's done nothing wrong!

We've got a witness. Is he up there?

He's out the window!

Unh!

There he is!

Oh!

Over here!

Why would Derren
want to kill George Ryder?

Well, he didn't want to.

His dad scared him into going
back to pick up the
evidence like that bottle.

Ryder chips up, "Hello, stranger!"
Derren panics. Bang! George is dead.

You're happy with that?

What, one story
that closes three cases?

Should I not be?

Mind if I have a talk with him?
Sure, be my guest.

Is there anyone you'd like to call?

I've called a solicitor. They're
going to charge me with obstruction.

Do you think
Derren killed George Ryder?

He didn't kill anyone.

You know what happened to
Colin Connor.

Derren locked him in a room
and left him to die. It took days.

Colin was a bully.

I mean, they were
supposed to be best mates,

but it were basically
Derren doing what Colin said.

Until he snapped?
He was a good boy.

Yeah, I understand that...
his behaviour changed recently.

He used to talk to me.
We were close, you know.

And then...it were like
I didn't know him any more.

He lied, thieved.

He had these mood swings.

I tried tackling him about it,
but...he wouldn't open up to me.

Was he into drugs?

I did wonder,
but I never saw any evidence.

Well, sometimes a personality change
can have a...a medical reason.

Did you talk to any doctors?
Doctors?

They did nothing for his mother.

So, what did you do?

Your solicitor's here.

Nikki, I need you to look out
for something for me.

Clarissa's matched Derren's prints
to the ones on the water bottle.

So, between that
and Leo's witness evidence,

we can place him
at the scene of both deaths.

I didn't think I'd be seeing
any of you people again.

You weren't supposed to.

But then Brimstead Fields
found its way into the news.

Blow over. Give it time.
Two crime scenes in one week?

They caught the boy who did them
both. But the damage is done.

It's your son's dreams and schemes

that have brought George Ryder
out of the woodwork.

Who's going to be next?
I didn't authorise any development.

But you gave James control
without giving him all the facts.

What were you thinking?

New generation, fresh
start, clean hands, and the old
problems fade away?

It doesn't work like that...Bill.

Then sort it out!
That's what you do, isn't it?

I'm trying to.

But this green development thing,
he's doing it to impress you.

So, one way or the other,
you have to knock it out of him.

He won't like that.

In a word, tough.

Bring him inside, Bill.

Because the alternative
is for me to shut him down.

You don't touch James!

Then straighten him out
so I don't have to.

I'll talk to him.

Do that.

Your family's done very well
out of this situation.

James needs to understand
where the good life and
fine education came from.

Tom? I thought I told you.

Yeah, I know.
I...I'm sorry about last time.

Well, you were upset.

Did you get a chance
to look at my evidence?

I've been reading it, yes.
And?

It does throw up some questions.

You found something?
I...I didn't say that.

Whatever it is, I need to know.

Tom, when I have something to tell yo
I will come and find you.

But until then, just...

...be careful.

Yeah.

Did you find anything?

Frontal lobe tumour. There's nothing
small or subtle about it.

Well, that's certainly enough to
account for the change in his
behaviour.

Anything that affects the frontal
lobes can cause a personality
change, can't it?

Yeah.

I also found nodules in his lungs.

Malignant?
Spiculated in shape so most likely.

I've made slides.

Well, it's a different progression,

but a...a similar disease pattern
to what we saw in Peter Hancock.

So, what are you saying?

I don't know.

Look very closely at George Ryder
when he comes in.

I don't think
that Derren Blackburn killed him.

Derren has George Ryder's blood on
him, and you were a witness.

Only to the aftermath.

It could have been an accident.

Well, if it was an accident, it was
an extremely convenient one for someb

How much longer
on the bone marrow results?

Too long.

The lab can take a couple of weeks
over the tests.

But I can tell you about this now.

This is from a laurel tree
on Brimstead Farm.

If there's heavy metal in the ground
water,

it'll be concentrated in the leaves.
This one has salts of uranium.

It's also in the
traces from your shoes.

So, it's in the water and in the
soil.

The local drinking water comes from
underground, which could explain the
elevated levels of kidney disease.

How did the uranium get there
in the first place?

You find natural uranium
over half the country.

Then why were the powers
that be so cagey

when I asked
for the soil and water surveys?

I'm still waiting.

Maybe it's those
live firing exercises.

They coat artillery shells
with depleted uranium.

Depleted uranium has the most
dangerous isotope refined out.

Could the uranium explain the
cancers? Not if it's only in the
water.

It would pass straight through the
body and be expelled in the urine.
With what effect?

Well, the toxic metal
will poison the kidneys.

Chronic exposure could explain
the symptoms of Fanconi syndrome.

But it doesn't stay in the body long
enough to be a radiation hazard.

So, it couldn't cause the tumours.

What was it that George Ryder
wanted to tell me?

Have you scheduled
his post-mortem yet?

They're bringing over his body
tonight.

Leo, I get it. You have suspicions.

So, write up everything you know
and pass it upstairs.
Let someone else deal with it.

You've done everything
you can. No reasonable
person could ask for more.

Who are you and how did
you get in here?

David Loader. With a pass card.
I brought the soil and water reports
you asked for.

Ah, at last. Hand delivery?
That's unusual.

Some of it's restricted information.

I imagine there's some
commercial angle to it.

It's only facts and figures,
but what can you do?

I'm supposed to remind
you that you're bound by the
Official Secrets Act.

You know the Act applies
whether you've signed it or not.

I know that. And I have.

Then can you also sign these?

Continuity documents, acknowledging
you've taken possession of the
files.

And to say that anything that
may happen as a consequence
of this request,

you take full responsibility for.

Which department are you from?

For now I'm attached
to Lord Embleton's office.

Science Minister.
Oh, well, give him my best.

I shall.

Good night, Professor Dalton.

Mr Loader!

What am I supposed to do with these?

Everything's redacted.
They're unreadable.

I'm just the messenger.

♪ KEANE: Bad Dream

My dad started with five second-hand
trucks and built an empire.

I got public school and Cambridge,

because he wanted to give me
everything he never had.

And your complaint is...
Huh? I'm not complaining.

I mean, I'm grateful.

Just makes it pretty difficult
to impress your old man
when he gave you such a head start.

I mean, look at you.
What about me?

Dedicated, passionate,
top of your field.

And I bet no-one ever handed you
anything on a plate.

I'd rather just go for what I want.

I just want to do something he didn't
do first, you know? Surprise him.

Well, you've got yourself an
honour. Oh, anyone can do that.

Put a couple of million
in the right place.

And you've got
your zero-carbon living thingy.

You are at your most adorable
when you're incoherent.

I am perfectly lucid.

You can stop at perfect.
Shut up.

I could open another one.

Tempted.

Tempted's good.

But...

I have an early
procedure in the morning.

When you say procedure, we're
talking post-mortem. Mm-hm.

Wouldn't be the new man
from my building, would it?

George Ryder.

Sorry.

Taxi, then?

Hey.

I can barely
remember living on the farm.

But for years I had bad dreams
about the night we had to leave it.

When was that?

I was about...five or six.

Two policemen came to the house and
said there was an emergency

and we had to get out,
right away, simple as that.

They had a van waiting outside,
and we weren't allowed to pack.

We just had to grab what we could
and they drove us out really fast.

And how long was it before
you were allowed back to the house?

We never went back.

It was late in the year.

I remember because we had to
shop for new winter things.

And your father never told you
what might have caused all this?

But he never felt he
got fair compensation
for being moved off the land.

Well, they must have given
him some reason.

They said it had no value any more.

No good for farming or building
or anything else.

But they said that
about the old convalescent home.

You should have heard him
when he saw they were developing it.

You said the other day that...
he'd made a call to someone.

Any idea who it was?

I'm sorry. I don't know.

How's it looking?

Major depressed skull fracture
on the back of the head.

Do we have an X-ray?
Yeah.

It's a lateral fracture
to the C2 vertebra.

Mm.

That's the hangman's fracture.

Can you give Jack a call?

Jack, can you
come in, please? Thanks.

Are you happy with that angle?

Well...

A blow from behind pushes the head
forward, and the bone shears
accordingly.

Jack, you'd know the answer to this.

Is there any kind of
martial arts blow

that can break the neck
without leaving a mark?

Chin jab? Yeah, but it's banned.

It was used in close combat
by commandos in World War II.

And how does it work?

Heel of the hand comes up under the
chin. Fingers on face. Bang.

Snap the head back
for a sudden kill.

Could Derren Blackburn have used it?

Well, I know these young lads
love their kung fu movies,

but, nah, it's not something
you can learn from your sofa.

Leo.

I'm just making some observations.

Thanks.

You've barely touched your wine.
Sorry.

What's bothering you?

Oh, nothing, really.

Just work.

If it's worrying you,
I want to hear about it.

Leo's giving himself a hard time
over the Peter Hancock case.

He's pushing for answers
that probably aren't there.

Was it really wise of him
to make promises to the father?

Probably not. The father's obsessed,
but at least he's got a good excuse.

Oh, maybe it's catching.

Oh, don't say that. He's already
looking for a conspiracy.

Every obstacle
just makes him more suspicious.

I told him to get it off his chest,
just write it up,

and dump the responsibility on
someone who'd have to deal with it.

Oh, thanks very much.

Why?

Because that would most likely be me.

I thought there was no vote tonight.

It's not my boss.
It's my father's nurse.

Do you need to go?
Yeah, but I've been drinking.

I'm going to have to call a car.
I can drive.

Are you sure?
Untouched.

Thanks, Nikki.

I thought you'd gone home.
The bone marrow results came in.

For both Peter Hancock and Colin
Connor. You should see this.

They found uranium.
Yeah, we knew they would.

But natural uranium
is a mix of three isotopes.

This has a higher proportion
of uranium-235 than you'll
find anywhere in nature.

235? That's the dangerous form.

So, the uranium in the bone marrow
isn't natural.

It's man-made contamination.

We're on
dangerous ground here, Jack.

Did you get the second message?
We were already on our way.

I'm fine.

You don't ignore chest
pains at your age.

I said it was indigestion.

Now I'll have a doctor's bill,
make it worse.

Who's she?
This is Nikki, Dad.

She drove me here.
I showed you her picture, remember?

Hello, Sir William.

Send her out. Dad!

I want to speak to my son in
private.

No, hang on a sec.
It's all right.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

Dad, what do you think you're
doing? Now you listen to me.

You ignored me once,
and it's led to trouble.

Trust me this time.

She's the one who works
at the Lyell Centre, right?

I happen to know that boss of hers
is trouble, and so is she.

And you're not going to explain?

No. For your own good.

Those days are over, Dad.

What did you always tell me?
Listen to advice, but
trust your own judgment.

She's not interested in you.

She's playing you.

And why would she want to do that?

All OK?

I think the medication makes him
cranky. I'm...I'm sorry.

No, don't worry about it. He's had a
scare tonight. That probably doesn't
help.

He also thinks you're a bad
influence and a serious threat
to a young man's virtue.

What did you say to that?

I said, "Why do you think
I'm so keen on her?"

Uranium-235?

Not depleted. Enriched.

Man-made and in the ground water.

How did it get there? There's
no nuclear power station for miles.

No dump, no storage.

Not officially. Take a look at this.

They redacted the words
but they left all the maps.

If you look at the satellite image,

that is the same shape
as Brimstead Wood.

Is that the source of the
contamination?

I think something must
have happened here.

Is it late?

It's late.

I'm not going in. They can manage
without me for one day.

Feel free to hang around the flat.

And do what?

I've got a PlayStation.

And pretty much every TV channel
on the planet.

Very ecological.

I never claimed to be consistent.

I'll leave you the keys
and come back as soon as I can.

Shall I go to Borough Market and
get something delicious and
make you supper?

You can cook too?

After a fashion.

You're on.

Hey.

Wait to be dismissed.

Did you call in?

I'm texting them. Then I'm going
to turn my phone off,
and no-one can argue.

I don't suppose there's any word
on when I might get my building back?

You know the score.
DI Cherry controls the crime scene.

Doesn't that rather depend
on there being a crime to solve?

Yes. It's murder.

But they know it was that boy.
Can't say that for sure.

Leo found a suspicious neck
fracture, and George Ryder
had promised information.

So, his death may have
been convenient for someone.

I'd better get moving.

When will you be back?

Soon as I possibly can.

Good.

What's your real problem with the
Brimstead Fields development?

I told you. Legal issues.

Your legal issues didn't seem
to faze the lawyers I put onto it.

But it's not just the old
TB hospital, is it?

It's Brimstead Farm,
Brimstead Fields, Brimstead Woods.

Are you going to tell me the big secr

or do I have to wait
for Leo Dalton to dig it out?

Understand this.

My good name is my legacy.

And I've worked hard
to make it mean something.

One day, very soon,
it'll be all that's left of me,

and it'll be in your hands, son.

You'll be responsible
for how I'm remembered.

Understood.

Is it?

There'll be some
hard choices to make.

So...

...do you still want to know the
truth?

James?
Tell David Loader to come in.

I gather you've spoken
to your father?

You can assume I'm up to speed.

I can see we have issues to address.

Leo Dalton.

He isn't going to go away.

What are my options?

Just say the word,
and I'll deal with him.

Deal with him how?

You don't have to know everything.

Don't worry.

It won't be too drastic.
See to it.

Smells wonderful.

Hold that thought
a little while longer.

Can I open my eyes yet?
Nope.

I think I'm going to need that.

Tough day?

Not one I expect to
forget in a hurry.

Well, I spent mine
thinking about my priorities.

Me too.
Really?

So, what are yours?

As of right now...

...a little less work...
Mm.

...a little more play...

...and the occasional tequila.

I'm guessing...

chilli.
You can open your eyes.

Chilli!

You were burgled?
While I was sleeping, yeah.

Don't you have an alarm?

Course I do, after last time.

But I don't set it when I'm at home.

So, how did they get in?
Kitchen window.

Didn't hear a thing.

Who was it? Catwoman?

You're lucky you didn't wake up.
Things could have turned nasty.

Yeah, I know.
What's missing?

Well, they took a couple of spare eur
and some science medals.

If they'd taken my keys,
they could have had my car.

Morning.
Leo's been burgled.

Are you OK?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

They also took my father's watch.

Which they can't sell, because it's
got his name engraved on the back.

Take a day off,
and see what you miss.

How was your day?

Nice.

Nikki Alexander.

Nikki, it's me.

Oh, hi.

Is Professor Dalton in his office?

No, but I know
he's in the building. Why?

He's about to get a visit.

Can you stay out of it?
I don't understand.

It's a disciplinary thing.
I really... Disciplinary?
What do you mean?

Sorry, Nikki, I really
shouldn't be talking to you.

Professor Dalton.
Jennifer. What can I do for you?

It's not a friendly visit,
Professor. Oh.

Do you recognise these file numbers?

I remember the cases.
What about them?

They're all post-mortem records
that were sealed by court order.

Yet this morning they were found
in a sports bag on a rubbish skip.

Well, that's serious.

It is.

Well, they didn't come from here.
No.

Apparently, they came from your
home. What?!

An engraved watch and your science
awards were in the same bag.

But that's impossible.

They're sealed records, accessible
only with the authority of a judge.

Can you explain to me how
they got there?

No. No. How did they
make their way to you?

A member of the
public handed them in.

Oh, that's very convenient.
Did the same member of
the public leave their name?

I've no idea. The police saw the
documents were sensitive and
contacted the Home Office.

You didn't mention the files
when you reported the theft.

There were no files at my house.

You never take your work home?
Not these.

Where is this going?

Suspended?
Yeah.

Pending further investigation.
I think we can guess what that means.

How did the files
even get into your house?

They were never at my house. This
whole thing is some kind of a setup.

Everything they took
had my name on it.

A setup? Leo...

What? What, you think I'm making
something out of nothing?

No, but...why?

I don't know.

Perhaps you could ask James.

What do you mean? He's got a
stake in Brimstead Fields.

I get redacted files from a fixer
called David Loader,
who's attached to his department.

His fingerprints are all over this.

Are you sure?

I'm really sorry.

Don't be.

Is this not evidence?
Striations don't match.

You don't think they'd actually kill
to silence an old man, do you?

With David Loader and his
dirty tricks department
on the job, who knows?

Do something for me, will you?

Take another look at George Ryder.
Yeah.

You have three new messages.

'James, it's Nikki. Will you call
me?'

'James, pick up.'

'Will you please call me?'

Tom.

Come in.

Heavy metal in the ground water? I'd
never have known what to look for.

It may have caused a local blip
in kidney disease,
but it's not what killed your son.

It's more of a signpost.

Everything is
pointing towards this area.

That's Brimstead Wood.

Some time in the '60s,
there was a major incident.

Whatever it was, it was big.

I'm seeing very faint
nail indentations.

And finger touch pad contusions.

Why did no-one see this before?

Some marks don't appear
until 24 hours after death.

So, Professor Dalton was right.

This wasn't just a shove in the
chest with a bad outcome.

Have you compared the measurements
from Derren Blackburn's hands?

If this was a chin jab...

...then the marks on the victim's
face

need to match the dimensions
of the suspect's hand.

Derren Blackburn's hand
is too small. He's not the
killer. Someone else was there.

I'm going to swab the chin
for contact DNA.

To the Memory of Alan Simcock,
Ron Boorman, Edward Teague,

who gave their lives
in the service of this community.

In recognition
of their ultimate sacrifice.

12th October 1962.

Back then, you could wipe the record
clean, wait till the gossip died.

Try hiding a disaster nowadays.

Do the local children
ever play in those woods?

Peter would have told me if he did.
Ha-ha.

If children told their parents
everything, they'd die of fright.

There's nothing for October 12th,
but listen to this...

"November 12th 1962.

"An employee of Metrochemical
Solutions was rushed to hospital

"when his vehicle overturned during
an operation to clear ash and debris

"in Brimstead Wood, Buckinghamshire.

"The clearance work,

"following a controlled burning
operation by the Forestry Commission,

"is due to continue
for another six weeks."

Controlled burning?
Yeah.

I have no idea.

I see you're getting up to speed.
I'm sorry?

It's always a struggle,
the first couple of days.

David Loader.
Excuse me.

What do you do for James Embleton?
Today I seem to be running his
errands.

I'm returning the files.
Do put them somewhere safe.

How did they get out?

Professor Dalton broke the rules
and took them home, of course.

Why would he do that?

I wouldn't know.

Nice to meet you, David.

Should I take it off?
No, keep it on.

How long before the Army shows up?

Yeah, they're not
expecting us this time.

Shit.

If it beeps, get your mask on
as fast as possible.

If you get radioactive dust in your
lungs, it's impossible to get it out.

It'll kill you eventually.

What are we looking for?

Some kind of a hot spot.
Some zone of contamination.

I can't see anything yet.

Heel of hand

to tip of middle finger,

1-8-2.

So, you reckon there was some kind
of radiation accident that never got
cleaned up?

Yep.

Easier to stick up a fence
and a few signs, and keep it quiet.

And if a few healthy
kids die, so be it.

Let's have them do it
for no obvious reason.

I never meant for you
to wreck your career over this.

Don't worry.

I'm not just doing this for you.

We know from the measurements
that Clarissa lifted from the glove,

that my hand and David Loader's are
the near enough the same size,
right?

So, the force was applied here.

And...the neck broke in
one swift jab.

Yeah, well, that just shows us that
he could have done it. Not that he
did.

Yeah, but we have contact
DNA from the body and a
sample from David Loader.

Clarissa's checking for a match now.

Anything?

Something, but not much.

Oh!

Tom!

Are you OK?

I'm all right! I'm OK!

Get your mask on! Quick!

Tom! What are you doing?
Get your mask on!

Now!

Look at this!
There's been kids down here!

There's beer bottles, a fire.

This is a warhead cradle. This train
was carrying a nuclear warhead.

We've got to get out of here.
Come on, let's go.

Tom! Come on!

As if a...a train fire in a
tunnel wasn't bad enough.

With a nuclear weapon on board,
that's...a disaster.

Did they not know?

I mean, they must have known.
Of course they knew,
and they knew the scale of it.

That's why they didn't own
up or clean up.

And their answer was
to...was to bulldoze topsoil
into a tunnel, cover it over.

Put a fence around the hill. And
then, hey presto! Railway disappears.

And whoever made
that decision probably died safe in
their own bed 20 years ago.

We need to get you checked over.

Come on, Leo.

We can wash it off,
but I breathed it in. End of story.

Got a sample.

We can't take that. I wrapped it
up inside one of the gloves.

Doesn't matter. It's not safe.

Then I'm keeping it.

I cleared out his room.
I don't believe in shrines.

If there's plutonium on
Peter's clothes, we'll know
he'd been in the tunnel.

Er...the clothes
are in...are in the bags.

Not so much use if they're clean.

What about his shoes?
In one of the boxes.

There was drink and drugs,
all sorts up there.

Hard to imagine Peter
being part of that.

It's one of the hardest things for a
parent to give their child, isn't it?

What? Freedom.

Are you rolling?
Oh, yes.

'It's no good. I can see the faces.
Keep...keep going.
I'll pixilate it out for online.'

What are they doing?

It's called urban exploring.

'Mate, you look beautiful.'

That's Peter.

Do you know any of the other kids?

All of them.

We need to find them.
Get them checked out.

'Wicked.'

All right, lads. Get
in, get in, get in.

Raaahhh!

When the weapon burned, it
released its plutonium and uranium,

and the uranium salts washed
down into the ground water.

The dust in the tunnel
is plutonium oxide.

Now, Metrochemical was Sir William
Embleton's waste management company

and they were brought in
for the so-called clean-up operation.

Is he still alive?

He is, yeah.

His name is on a wing of the hospital
in which your son died.

What do we do now? I'll call the
Health Protection Agency.

They've got emergency powers
under the Civil Contingencies Act.

OK. Can you give me a second?

Tom?

Tom!

Tom?

I'm sorry, Leo.

Tom!

Dr Alexander? Your visitor.

Nikki? I know it's too late...

You got my messages?

I got them all.

What was George Ryder
going to tell Leo?

In 1962, there was a fire on a train
carrying a nuclear warhead.

It was hushed up.

No-one wanted to admit
what the dangers might be.

So, they filled in the tunnel
and pretended it never happened.

The government sold the land
to my father for a pound.

They'd be rid of
the responsibility and he
could clean it up and make a profit.

But there was never
going to be any profit.

So, he put up a fence
and forgot about it.

The land was a
write-off. Always will be.

You...you don't want to be on it
or near it.

And no government
ever wants to deal with it.

And you were going to build on it?

How long have you known about this?
When we were together?

When we were having dinner?
In your flat?

When we were in bed? Did you know
then? No, not then.

My father didn't tell me any of it.

I swear, I knew nothing about it
until he told me a few days ago.

Who gave the order to discredit Leo?

Me. I'm...I'm sorry.

Tell me you didn't have
George Ryder killed.

Should I have to?

David Loader works for you,
and the evidence will convict him.

You can't think I'm part of that.

You are a part of it, James!
One way or another, you are!

If I ever meant anything to you,

you'll put right what
you did to Leo.

Now.

Who are you?

I came here to say thanks...
for the legacy.

How did you get in here?
I have overalls.

A badge. Four-by-four
with my name on it.

I can pretty much get in anywhere I
want. You won't need your panic
button.

If you think you're scaring me,
think again.

Huh!

What do you want?

People told me that my boy's
illness was just bad luck.

I couldn't live with that.

So, I started looking
for any mad explanation.

Power lines outside his bedroom.

Junk food. His mobile phone.

See, my wife Stella, with her
prayers and her miracle diets,

she was just doing the same thing.

I can see that now.

But all along, it was this.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Dust...

...from the tunnel
under Brimstead Wood.

God knows how many kids
have been exposed to this.

With their camp-outs, parties,
picnics under the stars.

Professor Dalton showed me how...

my boy died.

But I want you...

to tell me why.

Come on, as one father to another.
Will you tell me?

One father to another, hm?

All right.

Your fault.

My fault?

Yes!

For not teaching your son...

...to stay out of places

where he wasn't supposed to be!

That's your answer?

That's all you're getting from me.

Do your worst.

OK.

Tom Hancock says he kidnapped you.

No, I said no police!

I'm DI Cherry. This is Leo Dalton.

Oh, the problem professor.

What do you want?

I know about the tunnel fire in
'62. I'm not talking to you.

There is a HazMat team out there
on its way to securing the area.

They need information to work with,

and right now all they've got
is a teenager's YouTube video.

Any information
that you can give us is going to help

Or what? You'll send in
the angry plumber again?

He had his chance. He bottled it.

I said to him, "Do your worst."

He just said,

"OK." Huh!

Just that? Yeah.

What? That's all he said?

Tell David Loader I want to see him.

He's on his way down. Your father's
trying to get hold of you.

He says it's urgent!

Not now.

Shut the door.

The builder's son
didn't kill the old man, did he?

What are they saying?

Don't play games with me, David.
What did you do?

I didn't intend him any harm.
It got out of hand.

For God's sake, David!
Are you completely out of control?

Yes.

That's how it works.

I'm the rogue employee you get to
blame if it ever goes wrong.

It's gone wrong.

I thought you and that Nikki woman
had an understanding.

She understands me
better than I understood her.

You might want to call your solicitor

They know you killed George Ryder.
The police are probably on their way.

There's a protocol for times like
this.

Waiting around for the police
isn't part of it.

I have to go.

No! Stay out, Kristen. Don't come in.

I really have to go.

Wait. David. Seriously.
Don't open the door.

Right, everybody out the building
now. Get out now!

'Anti-terrorist and bomb
squad officers were called to
the central London office

'of Lord James Embleton, the Minister
of Science, earlier today.

'Several Government buildings
in Westminster were evacuated

'after a so-far unidentified chemical

'was released into the private office
of Lord Embleton.

'He and a male colleague, thought to
be an advisor, have been
rushed to hospital.

'Both men are said to be
in a critical condition.

'Scotland Yard refused to give any
information regarding the nature of
the chemical,

'but a source close to the police

'said they believed the attack
was targeted at the Minister.

'James Embleton, son of Sir William
Embleton, owner of Metrochemicals,

'was a rising star in the Government,

'and tipped for a cabinet position
in the near future.'

They found him.
Your brother.

What do you want from this?

I want the Taliban bastards
that killed him.

I'm going to go out
and do the post-mortem.

To Afghanistan? Why?

If that kid's body was on a beach in
Bognor or at the bottom of Lake
Windermere,

we would tear the place apart
trying to find the killer.

We have a roadblock here. Someone's
stuck five rocks in the middle of
Sunset Boulevard.

Do you have a patrol in the area?

I'm Dr Joya.
I'm in charge of the project here.

If we don't complete by the end
of the month, we are in trouble.

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