04x06 - A Good Body 2

[bunniefuu]

[expl*si*n/SCREAMING]

MICHAEL: Have you
got a final body count?

MAN: 12

SAM: It is a matter of regret

that one body
remains unidentified.

Someone out there knows him.

Yes, but there's
a limit to the value

of appealing to the public
when you can't show them a face.

MICHAEL: Medical artist.

That's a long sh*t, isn't it?

SAM: It's got results before.

Come and have
a look for yourself.

MICHAEL: I thought this
reminded me of someone.

SAM: Well, rack your brains, Michael.
You're the first ray of hope we've had.

MICHAEL: Terry Fulton.

That's who it reminded me of.

Problem is, he
d*ed five years ago.

He was a small time
criminal and I snapped.

He was offering up information

on a serious player,
Chris Caldwell.

Caldwell found
out and k*lled him.

He's doing life for it.

If Fulton survived,
Caldwell's not guilty.

For the love of God,
get me out of here.

SAM: I'd like to
talk to the cousin.

That's all the
stuff I could find

that relates to the
Fulton side of the family.

Well, thank you, Sheryl.

We'll take care of it.

MICHAEL: Okay, so you're
a hotshot professor, now.

That means you can do
my job better than me?

Nobody saying that,
but I am better qualified

to get medical evidence that
could overturn Caldwell's conviction.

MICHAEL: Oh, and you think
you'd be doing the world a favor?

SAM: I think we'd
doing justice, Michael.

Do you have a problem with
that from the police point of view?

[MELANCHOLY VOCALIZING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

If you wanted to
cut a corner off,

we could go cross-country.

Join up at the A428.

I found it on my own last time.

SHERYL: I've turned
that attic upside down.

There's nothing, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry you've had
to waste your journey.

From memories of your cousin,

could you tell us whether
he had any health problems?

I really don't know
why you're bothering.

Like I keep telling you,
we were worlds apart.

He wouldn't have confided in me.

I can understand, but some
things would have been obvious.

Well, he didn't
have a wooden leg.

SAM: Was Terry a smoker?

SHERYL: Everyone
was when we were young.

Yeah, that's true.

In fact, it was the non-smokers

who stuck out like sore thumbs.

So, you'd have noticed
if he was a non-smoker?

Yes, thinking about
it, he did smoke.

SAM: Heavily?

Well, did you notice him
wheezing or coughing?

Wheezing or coughing?

You're really wasting your time.

I've got no memories about that.

The last time you saw Terry,

did you notice any
signs of a facial injury?

Facial injuries?

No.

No.

I'm sure you'd have heard of
genetic fingerprinting, Sheryl.

It can be used to
show that people

are members of the same family.

Yes.

It would help our
inquiry immensely

if we could take
a sample from you

to check it again the
body we're trying to identify.

No way.

Absolutely not.

There'd be no pain or
inconvenience to you.

Forget it.

Terry Fulton's ancient history
and I'm getting on with my life.

So, what do you think?

She's stonewalling.

Well, you're the detective.

What's going on?

I'd say she's been got at.

Knobballed.

So, who'd have a vested interest
in Fulton not being identified?

IF it's Fulton.

Well, it would
have to be someone

who wants to see
Caldwell stay inside.

That's a point of view the
police are sympathetic with.

Are you seriously suggesting
police involvement?

I'm not suggesting anything.

But can you tell me

confidential information
doesn't leak out to criminals?

[TAPPING]

Oh, hello, it's
Professor Ryan, here.

I'm returning a call
from Jill Newman.

Yes, I'm the solicitor
representing Christopher Caldwell.

We understand you've
raised the possibility

that Terry Fulton
was alive some years

after the alleged m*rder for
which my client was convicted.

We'd like to know if you'll
take instruction from us

as an expert witness.

That's conflict of interest.

I won't be taking a
fee from Caldwell.

I'll be working on the
coroner's behalf, not his.

I thought we were supposed
to be on the same side.

Right, let's unpack
that Michael.

For one thing, you're job
isn't to target Chris Caldwell,

it's to gather ante-mortem
evidence on Fulton.

Well, yeah, but...

And for another,
I'm not in the police.

I'm independent

and that's what makes my
opinion worth having, okay?

Now, I've got a class to go to.

Thanks for agreeing to help.

I just want to make it
clear that my interest

is in identifying the body.

If that helps your
client, all well and good.

Yes, Chris understands that.

Well, though the body in
the cinema was badly b*rned,

I already know
quite a lot about him.

My problem is finding the same
information about Terry Fulton.

Few people seem willing
or able to talk about him.

[KEYS JINGLING]

Hello, Chris.

Professor Ryan, Chris Caldwell.

Mr. Caldwell.

Miss.

We'd like to have
information on Terry Fulton

to build up a medical history.

Who can give us that?

Terry had a cousin, Sheryl.

SAM: No, we've tried her.

She says they weren't close.

She can't or won't help.

Well, I'm willing to talk
about him, but I'm biased.

He's cost me five
years of my life so far.

JILL: Tell us about
Fulton as you knew him.

It might open up other
channels of inquiry.

I'm talking about a world
I lived in five years ago.

I don't necessarily see
things the same way now.

I'm only concerned with the
facts of the case, Mr. Caldwell.

Facts are always subject to
interpretation, now, aren't they?

Social science foundation
courses were entirely wasted on me.

Did you go on to
take the degree?

Yes, he did.

And he got a first.

Terry Fulton and I were
both professional criminals.

I was successful
at it, he wasn't.

So, he started giving
information to the police.

You don't deny you had a motive?

Uh, no.

But from my point of
view, he wasn't a thr*at.

He was just a nuisance.

So, I confronted him

in a pub.

Hit him.

And I took him outside.

And then?

I left it at that.

Told him to make himself scarce,

get out of London, keep his head
down and that was the last I saw of him.

What condition was Fulton in?

Black eye, split lip,
playground injuries.

We obviously grew up
on different playgrounds.

Any other facial injuries?

Such as?

No, you tell me, please.

CHRIS: No other injuries.

I'm not excusing it,

but it wasn't m*rder.

If Fulton was alive, how
come he wasn't found?

Well, the police were looking
for a dead body to prove my guilt,

not a live one to
prove my innocence.

And Fulton himself
never came forward?

Well, it's the perfect
revenge, isn't it?

He keeps his head down,
takes on another name,

moves out of London and
thinks about me rotting in here.

SAM: When you att*cked Fulton,
did he put up any resistance?

He wasn't up to it, physically.

He was shortwinded,
coughed and wheezed a lot,

especially with effort.

Do you know if he was
receiving any medical attention?

No, would that help the ID?

Very much so.

Well, there was this woman he
was shacked up with for awhile,

didn't last.

Do you know her name?

Paula.

Paula Crewe.

I don't suppose you'd
have an address?

They lived together
in Tottenham.

Make the police
work for their living.

[KNOCKING]

What'd you want?

Please.

I'm DCI Conner.

I'm looking for a Paula Crewe.

Well, that's me.

What's it about?

Well, Paula, I'm looking
for someone with your name

who used to know a Terry
Fulton some years back.

I suppose you best come in.

[SIRENS BLARING]

Thank you.

Did Terry have any really
distinguishing facial features?

Things caused by injuries?

No.

No?

Did he have a regular dentist?

Are you having a laugh?
He was terrified of dentists.

Well, did Terry have any illnesses
at all when you were with him?

His chest, you mean?

You tell me.

Well, he had a bad chest.

Emphysema, they
called it, you know?

So he received treatment for it?

Well, they couldn't do much
without he gave up smoking.

But he went to a doctor?

Yes.

And do you happen to
know who that doctor was?

Well, sure.

Terry went to the
same doctor as me.

[PHONE RINGING]

Sam Ryan.

It pains me to
tell you this, Sam,

but it's starting
to look as if you

might have had the
right hunch about Fulton.

Apparently, he had emphysema,

and was receiving
medical attention.

What about the medical records?

How to secure those?

Right, well, I'll see you there as
soon as the surgery opens tomorrow.

Great.

Okay.

Hello, may I speak
to Paula Crewe?

It's the police.

I'm a colleague of DCI Conner.

You know you gave him the
address of a doctor's surgery?

Yes, could you repeat
that address please?

The DCI can't read his notes.

Thank you.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

MICHAEL: They were here first.

Doctors arrived in the morning.

Found the place had been
done over during the night.

Trying to establish
now what's missing.

Well, I'd be willing
to hazard a guess.

MICHAEL: Surgeries
do get done over.

Druggies looking for gear
and prescription vaults.

I know that.

I don't believe in
coincidences, do you?

[FIRE CRACKLING]

Items missing include
dr*gs, prescription forms

and some old medical
records, including Fulton's.

This inquiry's being sabotaged.

Looks that way.

Question is, who by?

Well, who's gonna look bad
if Chris Caldwell gets out?

You can't say
it's police officers.

I don't know who it is.

But if there's any further
ante-mortem evidence,

I won't be taking
any chances with it.

What exactly does that mean?

I'll secure it myself.

Are you saying you
don't trust me, Sam?

No, trusting you
isn't the point.

Who do you think is doing this?

I'm not short of enemies
on either side of the law.

Is there anything
more you can tell us

about Fulton's medical
history or his injuries?

No, really, I've given
you everything I can.

I appreciate what you're
trying to do. It means a lot to me.

I'd like you to have this.

Snowed Jill under with
these things over the years.

Thank you.

It's very powerful.

If the doctor's
records are destroyed,

it's not the end of the road.

Are you being honest
with us about the injuries

you inflicted on Fulton
the night he disappeared?

Just a minute.

My client's defense has been
clear and consistent throughout.

I don't think it's your
role to pick holes in it.

I don't give a damn about the
consistency of your client's story.

I need to know
whether it's actually true.

And to be quite frank, the
first time we talked about this,

I had the distinct feeling you
weren't giving me the full picture.

I strongly advise against
damaging admissions.

What do you want me to say?

Never mind what
I want you to say.

Tell me what happened the night
you dragged Terry Fulton out of the pub.

I need to get at
the facts, Chris.

My idea of you isn't an issue.

Look, as far as I'm concerned,
you're an intelligent man

who's confronted himself

and looked honestly at
what he was five years ago.

I know you're not the
same person you were then.

I took Fulton out of that pub

with murderous rage in my heart.

I b*at and kicked
him unconscious.

As far as I knew, he
was dead. I didn't care.

You never told me this.

I left him where he fell

and he wasn't found, so,
he must've walked away.

What injuries did
you inflict on Fulton?

It must have been
mostly head and body.

I was kicking him when
he was on the ground.

What about the face?

I probably split his
lip when I first hit him,

then he went down and it
was all kicks to the body,

back of the head.

Not the face?

No.

Why is that significant?

Thing is, he was
curled up on the ground.

Protecting his
face with his hands.

He'd learned that lesson.

What do you mean by that?

Well, I told you, I'd
warned Fulton previously.

It wasn't just verbal.

I spread his nose
across his face.

It was hours in casualty.

He didn't want to go
through that again.

He was examined

in a hospital
casualty department?

I drove him there.

Which hospital?

Uh.

No, anything that old would
be in the records department.

But I don't know if they
keep them that long.

Just a sec, we'll see.

JILL: Is the description of
the broken nose unique?

SAM: It's not the description.

They should have taken an x-ray.

Here they are.

Great, thank you.

But even so, is it conclusive?

The nose might not be,

but these are.

Frontal sinuses,
unique to the individual.

They're just like fingerprints.

If these fit body


SAM: Body 10.

Terry Fulton.

They're identical.

The body found in
the cinema is Fulton.

Body 10 is identified.

We'll start appeal
proceedings immediately.

[TRAFFIC ZOOMING]

If there is one message

that I would hope you
take away from this lecture,

it is that the
forensic pathologist

is not a back-room advocate,

constructing arguments
with which to plead a cause,

nor indeed, a
behind-the-scenes police officer

assembling evidence
to secure a conviction.

We are independent

expert witnesses,

using our skill and experience
to establish the facts,

irrespective of whether
those facts cause

difficulties or embarrassment

for the administration
of justice.

Thank you.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

[CHATTERING]

Brilliant lecture, Sam.

Thank you.

I can see you're busy.

I just wanted to say
congratulations...

Thanks.

And see ya later?

Yeah.

And you, Mr. Conner?

A celebration of my release.

Wouldn't be appropriate.

I'm looking forward to it.

Taxi!

[ENGINE PUTTERING]

I'm sorry, but
you're being conned.

I don't believe
I'm hearing this.

I have a professional
relationship with this man.

I was watching Caldwell tonight.

He wants more than a professional
relationship with you, Sam.

And I should know.

Well, if that's true,

I'm quite capable of looking
after myself, thank you.

And for the record,

I'm rather impressed
by Chris Caldwell.

He's come to terms with
his past and moved on.

He's an intelligent,
articulate, self-aware man.

Oh, I can accept
he's all of those things.

Makes him all the more
effective as a manipulator.

There are a lot of manipulative
men in this world, Michael.

At least this one's single.

[SIGHS]

[UNINTELLIGIBLE]

I see your story as a
channel for a docudrama.

I'm just a bit worried about
the miscarriage of justice angle.

Is there some problem with that?

I'm wondering whether
we should pitch it

more in terms of the
crimes you did commit.

Sam.

Glad you could make it.

Have a drink.

Oh, white wine, please.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Who are all these people?

They're family.

And that's the
legal team with Jill.

And uh, there's the media.

Media?

Sure.

Journalists.

And you know I
got a book contract?

- Really?
- Agent, editor, independent producer.

Thinks there's a movie in it.

The rewards of celebrity.

Well, apparently, I'd be
even more marketable

if I was a m*rder*r.

Come and circulate.

[CHATTERING]

I don't how a nice girl like
you could do a job like that.

I feel funny stuffing a chicken.

Are you married, dear?

No.

Well, you have to
kiss a lot of frogs

before you find a
prince, don't you?

Can I have your attention for
a few brief moments, please?

We're here to celebrate Chris
Caldwell's release from prison.

[CHEERING]

I was going to say
something smart

about this being
the triumph of justice

over the legal system.

[CHUCKLING]

But it's more than that.

Chris Caldwell was no
angel when he was arrested.

I suspect he's no angel now.

But he is a man who's
taken control of his life

and turned it around.

He's a fighter and a survivor.

A man who never gave up hope.

Chris Caldwell.

[ALL TOASTING]

SAM: Thanks for inviting me.

CHRIS: Thanks for coming.

Your car here?

I'll grab a cab.

I'll give you a lift.

No, really.

I've been on orange juice
all evening, don't worry.

I'm not a dangerous man.

Believe me?

I'm organizing a cab.

Any use to you?

No, I've got a
lift home, thanks.

So what are your plans now?

Get out of England for a start.

Why?

Well, as long as I'm here,
I'll be a man with a reputation.

Where will you go?

Somewhere hot.

Southern Europe,
maybe the Caribbean.

Doing what?

Whatever comes to
hand. I won't starve.

And besides, there's more
to life than earning a living.

That's something
I learned in prison.

There's experience in the world.

Well, sure.

There's also a duty
to put something back.

Making the most of your talents.

Leave the world as
good as you found it,

preferably better.

Let me guess.

Grammar school head
girl, scholarship winner?

It's easy to sneer.

[CHUCKLES] I'm not.

I admire it, but
the thing is, Sam,

you've achieved.

You're a professor.

You don't have to keep
jumping through hoops.

Between the ages of 30 and 50,

a person either
makes a sharp turn

or they run into a brick wall.

Does that strike
a chord with you?

[ENGINES ZOOMING]

[ENGINE PUTTERING]

Ryan's flat.

Thanks, Chris.

You're welcome.

Look, this book I'm supposed
to be writing about my case.

Yeah?

Can we get together sometime

so you can talk me
through the pathology angle?

Yeah, of course. Give me a call.

Good.

Well, can we get together
sometime and talk,

even if it's not about the book?

Yeah, we can do that.

In fact, we can do
it now, if you'd like.

Do you want to
come up for a drink?

[ENGINE REVVING]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t/GLASS SHATTERING]

[CRASHING]

[SIRENS BLARING]

I'm a doctor.

There are no vital signs

but, by all means,
check him over, okay?

Sam.

Are you okay?

Sorry you had to witness this.

What the hell were
you doing here?

Well, as it turns out,

I was averting a m*rder attempt.

Were you spying on me?

No, I had Caldwell
under surveillance.

What, was this official

or some sort of
frolic of your own?

I think my governors
will back me up.

That's not what I asked.

Pardon me, but I think I just
saved your boyfriend's life.

Chris.

I suppose I owe you one.

Did you know him?

No.

Do you know anyone
who might have set this up?

No, but I'm not asking
you for protection,

so back off now, please.

And you're really alright?

Thank God, Chris.

Yeah, I'll handle
the police angle.

Bye.

This is bad.

Don't worry.

We're in the clear.

Really?

Can't see anything that
links the hitman with us.

Oh, don't mind
about him. He's dead.

I'm the one that's
got to face Caldwell.

Keep stalling.

Stalling?

He wants his money.

And I must say, I
can see his point.

In the long run, those
investments will recover.

In the long run, we're all dead.

In the short run, actually,

if Caldwell finds out we've been
playing silly buggers with his money.

You'd said he'd be inside
for 10 years or more.

I did my best.

Jill,

Jill, I can't get inside
Caldwell's guard.

He still trusts you.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

SHERYL: Chris.

Hello, stranger.

Long time no see.

What do you want?

I know wanna know why you're hiding
how much you knew about Terry Fulton.

I suppose I know why.

It would have to be the
money with you, Sheryl.

So what I really want to know

is who put the fix in, hmmm?

And I want to
know that urgently.

Well, I was walking along

and the dog just flew
away down the bend...

It just went down the bank...

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

DCI Conner.

Is this his stuff?

[TRAIN CLACKING]

SAM: Body is a well-nourished,
middle-aged male.

He is trussed with what
looks like clothesline.

[SHUTTER CLICKING]

He's wearing shirt,
trousers, feet are bare.

There are abrasions
on the ankles

which may indicate
that he's been tied

in a different
manner prior to death.

[SHUTTER CLICKING]

Abrasions on the
wrists also consistent

with being tied.

Face is battle-bruised.

You get a photograph in there?

ANDY: Yeah.

No, I'm not stalking
you, for God's sake.

This is my job.

Yes.

This is Keith Vaizey,
property developer.

Can you say how he d*ed?

No, I can't tell you yet,

but he has been subject
to considerable v*olence,

and no defense
marks on his hands.

Sam, I've got to
tell you something.

Vaizey was a client
of Jill Newman.

So, what exactly?

So, nothing yet.

I just want you to be aware.

What, more innuendo and rumor
when you can't make a case?

I don't believe in coincidences
any more than you do.

Mind how you
go, Sam, that's all.

[WEEPING]

[SHUTTER CLICKING]

Burns and superficial abrasions

in the area of the nipples.

There are similar burns
and abrasions to the testicles.

Can you get in there, please?

Both of these are
consistent with electrodes

being attached to the body.

[THUMPING]

[SIGHS]

Abrasion on the wrists.

And on the ankles,

consistent with being tied.

The marks are angled.

Lift, please.

And there's an apparent
difference in pressure,

indicating that the restraints
themselves were under stress,

tied to something.

I understand your
concern, Chris.

Well, then, let's meet and
discuss this calmly and rationally,

and let's see if there isn't a
way of limiting the damage.

Sam, it's Michael.

Sorry to hassle, but can you give
us cause of death for Vaizey yet?

Cause of death is heart failure.

But there's evidence that
Vaizey was not only beaten

but deliberately subjected
to electric shocks.

The PM findings are consistent
with Vaizey having d*ed under t*rture.

Sam, I want you
to come over here.

There's something
you really need to see.

The truth is, I was closer
to Terry Fulton than I let on.

Years ago, I mean.

He introduced me
to Chris Caldwell,

and I hung out with
that mob for a bit.

Well, I was only a kid.

MICHAEL: You
didn't tell us this.

SHERYL: Well, that
was all behind me.

Look, I've done
some silly things.

dr*gs, blokes.

I didn't want all
that coming out.

We asked you
about family papers.

You said you'd check,
then said there weren't any.

Was that true?

No.

Man came to see
me, after your first visit.

MICHAEL: What was his name?

SHERYL: He said
it was Keith Vaizey.

He was interested in
the same things as you.

Well, I'd gone through my mum's
stuff by then, and there were addresses,

letters, things about Terry.

He made me an
offer for all that,

and for me to
keep quiet about it.

It was fine by me.

Did he say why?

SHERYL: I didn't ask.

Look, it was all tied
up with Chris Caldwell

and I didn't want
anything to do with that.

And then Caldwell was released.

Has he contacted you?

SHERYL: Not at first, but
then he came to the house.

Wanted to know why I
hadn't helped him get off.

I had to tell him about Vaizey.

You had to?

He threatened me.

Look, years ago,

there was some really
bad stuff went down.

I mean, I wasn't involved
personally, but it was well known.

Some people really got hurt.

MICHAEL: What
exactly do you mean?

Beaten up.

Whipped with chains.

'Lectric shocks.

Sheryl tells Caldwell
Vaizey's moving against him.

Vaizey's found dead.

You've made your point.

None of this proves anything.

No.

What does Chris
Caldwell say about this?

I haven't talked to Caldwell.

He's got rights, I suppose.

Sam, at the moment,
Caldwell's not only got rights,

he's practically fireproof.

Caldwell's re-badged
himself as a victim.

If I go after him
without a cast iron case,

I'm likely to get
hung out to dry.

Is this your idea of
looking after me, Michael?

No, I'm not doing that.

I'm putting you on the spot.

You can get close to Caldwell.

You must want to know,
one way or the other.

[melancholy music]

Um, photographs
from the Vaizey PM.

Thanks.

Andy?

Mmm hmmm?

Could you just kneel down
on the floor for me, please?

Uh, yeah.

Alright.

Just, put your wrists
down by your ankles.

Yeah.

And strain against that.

Like this?

Yeah.

Thanks.

[BUZZING]

SAM: Hello?

Chris?

CHRIS: Sam.

I spent the morning examining
the body of Keith Vaizey.

I need to know whether I've made
love with the man who k*lled him.

What do you expect
me to say to you?

It doesn't matter
what you say to me,

as long as it's the truth.

SAM: I can live with
things I don't like, Chris.

I can't live with lies.

CHRIS: There's a life I
thought I'd left behind.

And it's come back to haunt me.

I don't want you
involved in that.

I am involved.

You know it was Vaizey who tried
to have me k*lled the other night?

He's biting.

SAM: I understand you
have to defend yourself.

They've found the plot.

SAM: The law's
let you down before.

Bugger.

OFFICER: It's the brief.

I wish things could have
worked out differently.

I really do, Sam.

JILL: What's she doing here?

Sam, you better go.

JILL: You're staying here.

[g*n COCKS]

What is this?

SAM: I don't understand this.

Jill, why do you have a g*n?

I want backup, armed
response, silent approach.

You want to k*ll Chris?

CHRIS: I laundered a million
quid through her client account.

I trusted her,

and she and Vaizey
couldn't keep their hands off it.

Shut up both of you.

You k*lled him
when you found out?

Different playground, Sam.

Police!

Put down the g*n!

[g*nshots]

[g*nsh*t]

g*n.

[GROANING]

[GROANING]

Life extinct.

[MELANCHOLY VOCALIZING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]