New Tricks s06e01 Episode Script
The War Against Drugs
Hello? Mr and Mrs Lane.
I'm Father Bernard.
Welcome to Trinity.
May your stay here be a peaceful and rewarding one.
Brian! > He's a monk! You said an addiction clinic not a ruddy monastery! Brian, if you don't get out of this car and in through that door, you'll never see me again.
Oh, bollocks! # It's all right, it's OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right, I say it's OK # Listen to what I say # It's all right, doing fine # Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine # It's all right, I say it's OK # We're getting to the end of the day.
# While we endeavour to combat the destructive patterns of behaviour prevalent in the addictive personality, we are also committed to an holistic approach to the patient, whereby his physiological and psychological dependency is viewed and treated in the round.
Eh? Forgive me.
What I mean to say is that we consider the spiritual aspects of the treatment equally vital to the afflicted individual's eventual recovery.
Thank you, Father.
That was what so impressed me about your website.
I looked you up after reading your book, The Faith to Fight Pain.
I'm not a Catholic.
That's not important.
In fact, I'm not religious in any way.
That's why I don't like the AA Twelve Step programme.
In all my years of treating addicts, Brian, that is one of their greatest problems.
Deep down, at heart they don't know what they are.
This is your room.
Oh, it's lovely! The only things you won't find are a computer and a telephone.
And while visits from family and friends are welcome, any other form of communication with the outside world is strictly forbidden.
Why? Because time spent in isolated contemplation is worth its weight in gold.
Now, I'll leave you to settle in and say your goodbyes.
Thank you, Father.
Bed's too hard.
Good.
So how did it go? They seem very nice.
The monks? It's very tranquil.
They've got bees and chickens He's very upset.
He's annoyed.
I'm sorry.
Don't be silly.
This is his last chance.
I've told him.
Is there anything we can do? Yes.
You can leave him alone, all of you.
Please.
KNOCK AT DOOR Yes? Brian, I'd like you to meet some of the other helpers here.
This is Brother Raymond.
Welcome to Trinity.
Raymond is also an alcoholic, though he hasn't had a drink in? What about communion wine? I don't swallow.
BRIAN GASPS Brian? Brother Mark.
Brother Mark will be your personal counsellor throughout your stay.
Whatever may trouble you at any time, come speak with me.
Neil Barclay.
Hi.
Neil's chief clinician.
He specialises in alcohol and gambling addiction.
And last but by no means least Anna Greening.
Anna's in charge of sex and drug addiction treatment.
She and Neil are qualified both in conventional and psychiatric medicine.
I see.
Jack of all trades, master of none, is that it? You're very neat.
S'pose you're going to tell me that means I want to sleep with me grandmother or something? No, it just means you're neat.
I just believe everything should be in its right place.
Don't you? I think you are.
Peace be with you, my son.
Dinner's at 7.
30.
The Little what? Brothers of Merciful Assistance.
"The Trinity Clinic - a practical and spiritual answer to the problems of addiction.
" Gawd help him.
I think that's the general idea.
Expensive.
Does he have to pray and all that? I don't think they force you.
I mean, it's not just him not being here, it's it's all the rest of it, innit! His stupid coat, his trainers.
Sandwiches.
Thermos flask.
Glasses perched on the end of his nose.
That big, old sad, stupid face of his Oh, bugger it! Come on, let's go and see him! No! Esther says no.
She didn't say it outright but I think she partly blames us.
For not doing more.
She's right.
We should have noticed he was slipping.
We did notice.
We just pretended not to.
Yeah, wellthere's not a lot we can do about it now.
Morning.
Sir.
OKwhere is he? He's off sick, sir.
Mm-hm? And how long will he be off sick? It depends on how well he responds to treatment.
Or until the money runs out.
Do you think I'm totally stupid? Think very carefully before you say anything.
With all due respect sir, he's a recovering alcoholic With all due respect, he's a lapsed alcoholic - ie a mess.
With the best will in the world, his absence cannot be just open-ended.
That's not the Union position, sir.
What? The Union.
Brian's a member of the CPSA.
They're funding his treatment.
I mean, if you want to take it up with them, I can Get rid of the bike.
Nice.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES So, Brian you're an alcoholic.
In other words, a self-obsessed, weak-willed individual who has brought nothing but pain and unhappiness to his family and friends.
What? I mean, who do you think you are? What type of person is it that lives without any thought in the day except for when it will be possible for him to stick another bottle of liquor down his throat? What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to be a monk.
What happened to faith, hope and charity? My job is to change your life.
Well, I'm sorry but you're going about it in completely the wrong way! Oh, am I really? Yes! OK, so I have a drink! Good.
Well, now we've established what you are we can move forward.
There's only one place I'm moving, mate! Look, I'm sorry, Bernard Father Bernard.
This is not going to work.
What? This.
Here.
The treatment.
Your mate Raymond for a start! Brother Raymond? Brother raving maniac! He's a disgrace! He's a highly qualified and experienced therapist.
I don't care if he's Sigmund Freud's hairdresser you don't talk to people that way! I suspect you're talking about Confrontation Therapy.
You know what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about driving folk over the edge! What's the point of curing people's addictions if they end up topping themselves! You're talking about what happened nine years ago.
What? Sorry? What you just said.
What was that? "Nine years ago.
" What didn't happen nine years ago? I don't know.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You said something about something not happening.
What? Perhaps, Brian, before subjecting you to Brother Raymond, we should talk more fully about the origins of your illness.
Bugger it! Aargh! PHONE RINGS Hello? Sandra? Sandra, it's me Brian.
What are you doing? 'I'm in a phone box.
' Phone box?! Why aren't you in the clinic? 'Christ, you haven't run away?' No, no, no, no.
It's just I couldn't find anywhere with a phone and I had to talk to you 'It's two in the morning, Brian!' Look, get back to the clinic before they find out you've gone! Worsebefore they find out and tell Esther.
No, no, listen, you don't understand.
Look, I think I've found out something.
'Now, it happened nine years ago.
' And I need you to find out what it was.
And in the meantime Brian, you can't! You don't work for UCOS any more.
If you don't get back to that clinic, you never will again.
Now please, go back.
'Brian' Welcome back.
She loves you very much your wife.
Oh.
Yes.
You are fortunate to be so loved still, after you have damaged so much.
Two o'clock in the morning? It's an excuse.
Trying to avoid treatment.
We can't let him, cos Esther's given him a final warning.
Think he made it up? I'm doing an IIP check, So we can prove there nothing's there and tell Brian it's a load of old Bollocks! What? Oh, God, no! What? Robert Smith.
Died June 21st, 2000.
Trinity Clinic, Hatch End.
Open verdict.
Case unsolved.
So he's right? Brian was right? He'll find out.
You know what he's like.
He'll find out.
So, who was this Robert Smith? He was a heroin addict.
So what do we do? There's only one thing we can do.
I mean, to stop Brian from getting involved.
If Esther gets a whiff of this, we're dead meat, especially Brian.
We're going to have to take this case on ourselves, just the three of us.
What do we tell Strickland? Yes, what do you tell Strickland? Robert Smith, aged 30.
Found on the morning of June 21st, with a broken neck, just 12 days after his arrival at the Trinity Clinic.
Blood and tissue samples on the stairs indicate cause of death is consistent with his having fallen all the way down.
The post-mortem also revealed methadone in his system.
Not a huge amount, but then as now, the clinic operated a strict no drugs policy in its treatment programme.
So he could have been drugged and then pushed? He could have brought the methadone in himself.
The Coroner said as much.
He also made it clear that someone else could have brought it in.
We could be either looking at manslaughter or murder.
Who was there on the night he died? The five members of staff.
Father Bernard, head of the clinic, plus Brothers Mark and Raymond, and also two lay therapists, Anna Greening and Curtis McCormack.
McCormack being the only one no longer there.
Any patients? Three.
But the murder team found no evidence to link them or the members of staff to Smith's death.
What about his family? A father and a younger brother who attended the funeral.
Before that, they hadn't seen him for eight years.
It's not that surprising, is it? Not if he was a junkie.
This junkie also had a girlfriend as well as a family.
And what, Brian Lane is your man on the inside? This is Lane we're talking about.
A man under clinical supervision.
Not Deep Throat.
All right, you can have your investigation, but I don't want him anywhere near it.
I couldn't agree more, sir.
Well, how the hell are we gonna do that? Well, I'll leave that with you.
Um, I've got an idea.
Ahcome in.
This is Brian.
He arrived on Wednesday.
Um, we're just about to start the group session, so why don't those of you who are new to the clinic tell us who you are and why you're here? Hi.
My name's Gerry and I'm a sexaholic.
Gerry, we prefer "sex addict".
Well, yeah, so do I.
Mind if I join you? Brian, isn't it? Food good? It looks good, but then, appearances can be deceptive, can't they? Look at them.
They're anorexics.
What the hell are you doing here? Sandra's taken on the Rob Smith case.
What Rob Smith case? Drug addict.
He died in here nine years ago.
Broken neck.
It's on file, and it's still unsolved.
I knew it! Sshh! Now, Strickland said you are persona non grata on this one, all right? So, while the good Brothers are keeping their beady eye on you, I've come in as a sort of fifth communist.
Fifth columnist! Look, Gerry, I don't need you in here! I can find out everything that needs finding out myself.
No, you can't.
You'd better take a good look in the mirror.
You are not having anything to do with this.
You just sort your head out, OK? Jack? Yes, I've got that.
And thank you for going to so much trouble.
Bye.
I found her.
The girlfriend.
Natalie Joyner.
Also an ex-addict.
Living in Esher.
Not renowned for its crack dens.
How about you? Of the three patients who were in the clinic with Smith, the drug addict died in 2004, and the compulsive gambler lives in Hong Kong.
He won the jackpot on a seven horse accumulator.
So much for the strict regime.
For God's sake, don't tell Gerry that.
Now, the last one - the anorexic is still around.
A Claire Makepeace.
Lives somewhere near the City Road.
There's a Claire Makepeace who's a journalist.
That's the one.
She writes lifestyle pieces.
Does she(?) They're very moving, actually.
Mmmm.
So, tell me, who would you rather interview - the ex-junkie girlfriend or the caring, award-winning journalist? Let me guess.
Natalie Joyner? Jack Halford, UCOS.
Oh, yes, come in.
I went over the interview you had with the police in 2000.
It was very disjointed.
You didn't seem to remember very much.
Well, I was a heroin addict.
I wouldn't have known what day it was.
Yet they called you in to identify the body.
I was living with Rob at the time.
Nobody knew he had a family.
I only met them at the funeral.
I adored Rob.
He was gorgeous, funny, intelligent, caring, everything you'd look for in a man.
Apart from the drugs.
The truth is, he hated heroin.
I don't think he ever really enjoyed it.
Not even at the start.
So why did he start? Like a lot of addicts, I guess, to block out pain.
Physical? Mental? Both, I think.
I don't really know.
Look, I didn't even know he had a family.
I didn't know he'd been to university.
There were whole areas of Rob's life he just wouldn't let me into.
We were just junkies.
There she is.
Thank you.
OK.
Claire Makepeace? Hmm? I spoke to your PA earlier, I'm Detective Superintendent Pullman.
Ah, yes.
Thanks for taking the time to talk.
Actually, can I say, first of all, how much I admire your writing? Especially about your struggles with anorexia.
I've no difficulty talking about that, but I don't particularly want it known I spent time at The Trinity Clinic.
I'm not the kind of cop who goes around leaking stuff.
Certainly not to press.
Really? That would be a first.
But I am re-examining the death of Robert Smith.
And you were there at the time.
So Perhaps I didn't make myself clear.
I'm not prepared to expose myself to the point where it could affect my livelihood.
Ms Makepeace, this is a strictly informal interview.
But I can go through certain channels to ensure I get the information.
Then all sorts of coppers will find out who I've been talking to.
Are you trying to blackmail me? No, I'm trying to drag you off that bloody high horse you're sat on.
This is a possible murder enquiry, Ms Makepeace.
So, Robert Smith.
Remember him? Yes, of course I do.
Thank you.
What was he like? He was very nice.
Very handsome.
I had a few conversations with him.
He told me he was absolutely determined to get off drugs.
And you believed him? Yes, I did.
His dying shocked me.
Can you think of any reason why methadone was found in his body? I'm a journalist, not a pharmacologist.
Besides, I didn't find out about that until the inquest.
By which time, I was out of Trinity and on the road to recovery.
End of story.
So, what do you think happened at the clinic? D'you reckon Rob smuggled the methadone in himself? No, absolutely not.
He thought the only way to come off smack was to go cold turkey.
That's why he went to Trinity - he knew they had a no drugs policy.
Did you visit him there? Once.
How was he when you saw him? Different.
Did he seem scared at all? Was he ever scared? Of anything anybodyin particular? No, I don't think so.
The only thing I remember him being freaked out by were dreams.
In his sleep, he'd be struggling, fighting, swearing.
When he woke up, he was so upset, he just wanted to jack up straight away.
So, it's important to face up to the possibility of a life without fear, even though, you know, that prospect in itself may be truly frightening.
We'd like you, therefore, to share a fear that's personal to you.
A fear you want to confront and overcome.
Who'd like to kick us off? Brian? Yeah, well, I suppose one thing I always remember is a case I worked on when I was a cop.
It was an addict an alcoholic, like me.
We found him in his house, alone.
He'd drunk himself to death.
He'd been there for two weeks in his bath.
He'd drunk so much, his face was purple and wrinkled like a prune.
Because of the water, his skin had started to separate, to come away in great handfuls, likelike lumps of fatty, waxy frogspawn.
So, I suppose that's my fear.
That the end of me life will be just frogspawn.
Interesting, isn't it? That was a very powerful and emotional image, Brian.
Thanks very much.
Tell me, how long is it now? Since you had a drink.
This is a lovely house, isn't it? Very aesthetic.
Must have quite a history, eh? Apparently, the original bits were Elizabethan.
The family were Recusants, that's why there's a small chapel.
No, I really meant since it became a clinic.
You know, the patients.
You must have a few stories, eh? You should know better, Brian.
Anyway, I only came here in 2003.
Well, lucky you.
I suppose your poor predecessor, he had to retire, did he? No, he left.
Really? Can't imagine anyone leaving a place like this.
Don't tell me - he had a falling out with this lot here, eh? Eh? It wasn't an entirely happy association.
Let's just say Doctor McCormack felt his future lay more in the direction of Harley Street.
KNOCKING AT DOOR Come in.
Oh, hi, Gerry.
Do you want to take a seat? Do you want me on the couch? I mean, do you want me to lie on the couch? Why, do you want to lie there? No, no, no.
No, sitting's fine.
OK.
Well, Gerry, at the group meeting earlier, you were a little reticent about exposing yourself.
Sorry? The extent of your condition.
Oh.
So, let's get down to it.
Why do you think you're a sex addict? Well, I can't stop thinking about it.
Sex? Yeah.
I never stop thinking about it.
That's not necessarily unusual.
Most men think about it a lot.
Women, too.
Do they? Of course.
Yeah, but I mean, I think about it every moment of every day.
Right.
So, you're thinking about it now, then? Well, no, no, not precisely at this moment, no.
OK.
How about now? Sorry? There is a big difference between obsession and compulsion.
An addict can't stop actually having sex.
Well, no, that's me.
OK.
When did you last engage in any kind of sexual act? Just before I came in here.
Just before you came in the room? No, no, no, I mean, just before I came in the clinic.
Gerry, I don't necessarily mean with somebody else.
Please, relax.
Seriously, there is nothing that you've done, can say or describe that I haven't heard before.
Yeah, but I'm sorry, I just can't help it, you see.
This addiction, it's so overwhelming at times, I just can't cope.
That's not unusual either.
Well, it is for me! I mean, some days, I'mI'm suicidal.
I bet you've never had patients like that, have you? People who are so addicted to something that they just can't carry on.
Gerrylet's get back to sex.
D'you believe her? Natalie? Yes, I did.
Breath of fresh air, someone telling me the truth for once.
Wish I could say the same about Claire Makepeace.
Never meet your idols.
Mind you, she did speak of Smith's determination to get clean.
Wonder what his nightmares were about.
Maybe the family know.
Right, lay it back to him.
Give it, give it, give it! You What KNOCK AT DOOR Uhuh, hold on! Hold on, just a minute.
I'm coming.
I mean I'm, er, getting near the door! One minute! I'll be with you.
What the bloody hell you doing? Ssh! They patrol the corridors.
Have you got a woman in here? Huh! I wish.
You frightened the life out of me! Ssh! Listen, Neil Barclay's only been here since 2003.
You know, the civvy shrink.
And he reckons the last one Brian, you're not working this case.
The last psychiatrist, McCormack, left under a bit of a cloud.
Are you listening to me? You've been smoking, haven't you? Smoking? No! All right, all right.
You'll get chucked out.
Look, you think you've got problems.
I'm a sex addict! I had to bring the stuff in just to prove they could smuggle in the methadone.
You leave the undercover work to me, all right? All you've got to worry about is not drinking.
Where have you put it? Where have I put what? The beer.
What beer? What beer? Gerry, I can smell beer a mile off.
Good morning.
Det Supt Pullman, Jack Halford from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.
We're here about Robert Smith.
My father's not well.
He has MS.
All right.
May I ask the whereabouts of your wife, Mr Smith? Mum died the year before my brother.
I'm sorry.
Now, we understand that when Rob died, you hadn't heard from him for quite some time? No.
How come? He'd just finished his degree.
He was going to do a Masters, but he wanted to take a gap year, travel.
When was this? He stayed in touch for a month or so, but then Nothing.
Nothing at all? Not for four years.
Christina, my wife, she was sick with worry.
But he did get back in touch at some point? Eventually.
1996.
He was totally changed.
You could hear it in his voice.
Hear it? You didn't see him? He wouldn't come.
Christina begged him, but Said he didn't want any contact.
I asked him if he was in trouble.
He said no.
Christina couldn't get over it.
A son not wanting to see his own mother? It broke her heart.
Then when Robert died and I heard he'd been a drug addict How does that happen? I mean, he was always happy.
What did we do wrong? So you never saw your brother again before he died? No.
What did you think when you found out what had happened to him? Do you ever remember him having nightmares? Bad ones.
Rob? No.
Never.
Can I ask you, where did he go when he left home? Do you know? No.
All he said was he was going to go somewhere to do something that would make Mum proud.
Mum? What did he mean by that? I don't know.
That was their secret, I suppose.
Ah, here he is.
Hello, love.
I just came to see how you are.
Do you mind? No, no, no.
Let's go in the garden.
Oh.
You seem well.
Do I? Well, you're looking better.
How's the food? I prefer yours.
Mark's He's very busy.
One of the monks is called Mark.
That one that just signed you in.
Oh, he seemed quite nice.
His syntax is all over the place.
I spoke to Sandra.
Oh, yeah? In case you're wondering why none of them have been to see you, I asked her not to.
Not to come.
Are you angry? Let's go and see the bees.
Mrs Standing? Hello.
I'm Jack, I'm Gerry's brother.
Darling! Oh, hi.
I'll leave you to it.
Nice to meet you.
Brother Mark.
So, anything to tell us? No, it's early days at the moment.
I can't Ah, Anna, come and meet my wife Sandra.
And my older brother Jack.
Hello.
How d'you do? Hi.
Anna Greening, my therapist.
Oh.
So how's he doing, my old man? Yeah, he's settling in very well.
Can I have a word with you? Yeah, sure.
He's been very honest and open, especially about the difficulties each of you have with physical intimacy.
But I don't want you to worry.
I really do think we can get to the heart of the problem so that you and he can enjoy a much more stimulating, healthy sexual relationship.
Thank you.
The head shrink has only been here six years.
For some reason, they didn't get on with the one here at the time - McCormack? Curtis McCormack.
The only member of staff to have left.
They must have had a falling out, but apparently he is into money.
Right, well, he's next on the list, then.
We'd better go.
Yeah.
Oh, listen.
I brought in with me booze, fags and a mobile phone easily.
The next time you come, you couldn't bring me something to drink? I've run out.
Perhaps after we've solved our problems of physical intimacy.
What do you think? Just a couple of cans of beer, you know.
I was going to tell you, love.
You see, the thing is, a bloke died here I trusted you.
You asked me and I said no.
Esther.
Brian I can't trust, I know that.
But at least he's got some excuse.
He's just a hopeless addict.
Esther.
Esther! Esther! Esther, please listen.
I can't believe it.
I can't believe that you would do this.
It isn't like that, Esther.
Look, it was Brian who found out about the case.
When he phoned me, I knew he was trying to use it to avoid treatment.
So the only way we could stop him from being involved was to parachute one of us in here.
Esther, if Brian doesn't stick it out, the Met will probably retire him permanently.
It doesn't occur to you that that might be quite a good thing? Absolutely not.
I don't believe you think that, either.
I know he hadn't touched a drop for years until Yeah.
Yeah, I know we let him down and I'm sorry about that.
But he's trying really hard, Esther, and you know he's never going to stick this out without you.
Never mind the clinic.
I mean, do you really want him back home all day, every day, 24/7? As I understand it, the union is only part-funding Brian's treatment here.
The rest of the money is coming from some anonymous source.
God, look at them.
What a crew.
Miss Pullman? Detective Superintendent.
Please.
Thank you.
Denise wasn't sure whether your visit was personal or professional.
Purely professional, thankfully.
I'm re-investigating the death of Robert Smith at the Trinity Clinic in 2000.
You were a clinical psychiatrist there at the time.
I was.
We know that Trinity have always operated an addiction treatment programme and then, as now, don't use drugs to help patients tackle their problems.
Yet Robert Smith was found to have methadone in his body.
How could that happen? Well, as I said at the time, I really don't know.
Can I ask, purely out of interest, why did you leave the clinic in 2003? I was starting to establish my own practice.
It was time to move on.
More money? Yes, partly.
Bu, um, I'd also developed my own theories about the way addicts should be treated.
Such as Yes.
Substance substitution therapy.
Now, I take it from the explanation given here that that involves exchanging the addict's poison of choice for other drugs, methadone for example.
Sometimes, yes.
So although you didn't use that treatment at Trinity, you're happy to do so now? Clearly.
And I can't help but wonder whether you felt that method should have been used back then.
The question doesn't arise.
They didn't and they don't.
Unless you've got any more questions, are we done? For now.
Gerry, now that I've met her, I think it might be a good idea to talk about you and your wife.
Right.
For example, when did you first feel the compulsion to sleep with someone other than Sandra? Sandra? I ask because it is your fourth marriage.
I sense a pattern here.
You're married, you meet someone else, have an affair, you get divorced.
I mean, what about your wives? Do you ever ask yourself what they think? No need, they tell me soon enough.
Do you want to see them? Three wives.
Four daughters.
Don't you mean four wives? Well, yeah.
Four now.
Yeah.
Well, maybe that's the problem.
All these women, too much oestrogen.
I doubt it.
It does strike me, though.
No sign of Sandra.
No.
Not in this one no, no.
On the other hand, there's no sign of your husband.
I'm not married.
Just a son.
Just the one? Don't know how lucky you are.
How old? Eight.
Handsome little bloke, in't he? What's his name? We're here to talk about you, Gerry.
PHONE RINGS Pullman's phone.
Your voice has changed.
Yes, very funny.
Sandra's driving.
We're on our way to see you.
Good.
Do you remember Anna Greening, my therapist? I can hear you.
And yes, I do.
Well, she's a single mum with an eight-year-old son.
It might be me or it might just be a coincidence, but I've just seen a picture of the kid and I think he looks just like Rob Smith.
Same eyes, mouth, and the timescale's right.
Really? Interesting, eh? So's McCormack.
Gerry? Gerry? Gerry? The signal's gone.
I'm sorry, I just had to talk to her, the wife.
I needed that feminine touch.
You know what I mean? No.
Oh, sorry.
You did that on purpose! Rules are not made to be broken.
Understand? Brother Raymond has just informed me of your husband's illicit use of a mobile phone, plus the fact that he is here under false pretences, along with, I dare say, his colleague, Mr Lane.
This is not just a clinic, it's a sacred place and you have both abused its sanctity.
I think it best you each collect your things and leave.
Let's not be hasty.
First I need to know about Curtis McCormack.
What? Specifically, why did he leave? I've no intention of discussing the workings of this clinic with you.
Det Supt Pullman.
We can either talk here informally, or back at the station under caution.
Your choice.
This is outrageous.
Mr Standing was able to smuggle into this clinic not just a phone but also beer and cigarettes, which suggests bringing in methadone would have been child's play.
All I can say is your working methods are beneath contempt.
Thank you very much.
Please just answer the question.
Why did McCormack leave? We had a difference of opinion.
About the use of methadone? Yes.
But this has nothing to do with the death of Robert Smith.
It was three years later.
How do you know that he wasn't using methadone when he was here? Esther's here.
Right.
Mr Standing will be packing his bags but Brian, you're staying.
Absolutely not! Whatever you may think, Mr Lane is not here under false pretences.
I think it's probably better that I do leave.
I prefer the word "imperative".
He's staying because he's responding well to treatment.
And if he doesn't, I know loads of journalists who'll want to know the reason why.
Thank you.
That's Cameron.
We call this one Blair because she's a compulsive LAIR, Gerry says.
You're making jokes.
Something must be working.
All right, how's the case going? You would be going on and on about it if you were at home, so come on.
Rob Smith, the heroin addict who died here, broke his neck, but he had methadone in his system, even though they don't use palliative drugs here.
But the shrink who was working here at the time now does use methadone in his work, and could have done then, but he may not have done.
But if he did, then it might have been manslaughter, or even murder, depending upon whether or not he was pushed down the stairs when he was out of it on methadone.
But there doesn't seem to be any motive for the murder.
Unless it involves something that happened to the dead bloke during the three years he was abroad when we don't know where he was.
But that only works if someone here knew him in 2001, and also knew him back there then when we don't know where he was back then! But it means nothing if I'm not working, if I'm not out there with them doing this, it means nothing, Esther.
This is a beginning, Brian.
It's a beginning.
Thank you.
Two of you this time? I must be getting important.
Mr Standing until recently attended the Trinity Clinic.
Congratulations on your recovery.
Undercover.
I beg your pardon.
Father Bernard said that you clashed over the use of methadone.
You don't deny it.
Father Bernard is on the side of the angels.
It's a short step to suspect you of giving Rob Smith the methadone which helped kill him.
Oh, stop it! I didn't give him any drugs.
The problem wasn't the methadone, it was that Rob didn't get it in a controlled way.
That's probably why he fell down the stairs.
You're saying he was given it deliberately, but not by you? Right.
Someone gave it to him because they could see that he was in pain and they wanted to alleviate that pain.
It was well-meant but misguided.
And who would have done that? Somebody who loved him.
Natalie Joyner? No, not her.
You know who it is.
You knew back then.
Of course.
Well, why didn't you say anything? Because what good would that have doneapart from ruin her career? She already felt responsible for the death of the man that she loved.
She'd suffered enough.
KNOCKING Hi.
Is your mum in? Anna, we're not here to judge.
We just want to know whether you had a relationship that was emotional as well as professional? With a heroin addict? By all accounts an incredibly charismatic heroin addict.
No.
No, no, I didn't.
Anna, we've just spoken to Doctor McCormack.
He says you fell for Rob Smith.
Very deeply.
Well, Curtis was wrong, then.
This is a copy of your son's birth certificate.
There's no name entered under "Father".
It's blank.
Now you don't strike me as the kind of woman who would not know who the father of her only child is.
Perhaps you're as bad a judge of character as I was.
There's a very easy way to find out whether you're telling us the truth or not.
Really? What's that? Give your son a DNA test.
You can't do that.
DOOR SQUEAKS Alen, baby, go back to your room! He doesn'the doesn't know.
Please, oh, God.
Anna.
Anna, come on, talk to us.
Have you ever fallen in love? I mean suddenly? Hopelessly? I thought it was a fantasy.
It isn't.
I couldn't help it.
Twelve days, that's all I got.
Did you give Rob the methadone? He never knew.
I mixed it in his coffee.
I couldn't bear it.
He was in so much pain.
Not just the withdrawal, the physical pain, but all the emotional psychological torment in the horror he had bottled up.
Horror? I don't know what it was.
All he said was how ashamed he was of letting his family down.
When he died honestly I nearly died as well.
Knowing I was responsible.
I decided to confess, you know.
But you didn't.
The same day I made up my mind, I found out I was pregnant.
Brother Mark would have said it was a signa blessing.
I wasI was so afraid for Alen.
I was just so afraid he'd be born in prison and taken away from me, put into care.
I doubt very much that would have happened.
Alen is all I have I wasn't going to take that risk.
Alen? Well, I couldn't very well call him Rob, could I? So I named him after his brother.
No, no, no it's just the way you pronounce itAl-e-n.
It's a family name.
From Rob's mother's side.
It's how you pronounce it in Serbo-Croat.
Rob's mother was from Yugoslavia.
Brother Mark.
I need help.
Please.
This is very hard for you.
To come here, to a place like this, through shame.
Guilt, shame and betrayal you feel all these.
I don't need you to respond.
I need you only to understand.
I don't I can't believe in religion.
I'm not asking you to become a religious man, Brian.
I'm asking you to be a spiritual one.
Tell me what happened? How did you become afraid? A man died.
I was responsible for a young man dying.
He was in my care.
I see.
Well, that is a reality.
And none of us can bear too much reality.
The simple truth is that you failed.
As we all fail.
The young man is gone, Brian.
He will not come back.
You are here.
Live.
Make that life worthwhile.
Here.
Is it the Bible? No.
Santayana.
I think you would appreciate him.
Where was your wife born, Mr Smith? Christina? Yugoslavia.
Whereabouts specifically? Sladjanska.
It's there.
It's in Croatia now.
Born and brought up.
It's very pretty.
It's where she always wanted to be buried.
Although we actually met here, in Hammersmith, in the '70s.
She was working as an au pair.
What was her maiden name? Brancovic.
Now this may seem an odd question but was Christina proud of where she came from? Croatia? Oh, yes.
Did she ever teach you and your brother any Croatian? Yeah, a little.
You said that Rob told you that he was going somewhere to do something that would make his mother proud.
Yeah, why? Well, he left the UK in '92.
And came back, some time later, in '95 we think.
He claimed that he'd lost his passport but we believe that he got rid of it on purpose.
Now '92 to '95 was the height of the Yugoslavian civil war and we think that Rob may have been involved somehow and that might have a link to his death back here.
That's impossible.
He wasn't that kind of person.
You didn't know him! Nobut then the person you knew didn't take heroin either.
While Strickland's been doing his diplomatic thing I've been checking out the staff who were at the clinic when Rob Smith died just to find out where they were between '92 and '95.
Right, now, Father Bernard and Curtis McCormack were at the clinic, Anna Greening was finishing a PhD at Nottingham.
But I find this interesting Brother Raymond didn't arrive in England until '97, and Mark '98.
What? They're both foreign? Where are they from? Exactly.
We don't know.
Sir, any joy? I'm not sure that joy is the correct word but you were right.
The Croatian embassy confirmed that they have a Robert Smith on record as having enlisted in the army of the Republika Hrvatska on September 6 1992.
They also saw fit, albeit reluctantly, to send us this.
That is Rob Smith.
At the time part of a Croatian Paramilitary group called the Iron Hawks.
At least some of whom did this.
Oh, my God Quite.
Bloody hell What is it? We think there's a possibility one of these two might have known Smith in the past.
But I don't see anyone here who looks like either of them.
This is just a small section of the unit.
Unfortunately, being a paramilitary group, the record of who was who in the Iron Hawks is pretty sketchy.
The good news is, that there are fingerprint records for some of them.
Result! Let's go.
Hang on, if we go rushing into the clinic we'll just spook 'em.
And of course we don't want Brian involved.
But Brother Raymond did that.
Well, what about Brother Mark? Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Sound familiar? Who is that? It's Santayana.
What, the musician? Not Santana.
Santayana! He was a philosopher.
Reading this book changed Brother Mark's life.
PHONE RINGS I thought I'd turned this off.
Hello? Oh.
Ermwell, I'll try.
Can I call you back? What was all that about? Ohit's nothing.
Really good that book, isn't it? Amazing really.
Oh, hi, how d'you get on? II put it in this to avoid the danger of cross-contamination.
That's right, isn't it? Yes.
Thank you.
You didn't mind doing this, did you? Only Oh, no.
I rather liked it.
I got to lie to Brian.
BUZZING 'Hello?' Detective Superintendent Pullman.
Look, this really is too much.
This isn't a courtesy call.
Just open the gates.
We now have documented proof that Robert Smith disappeared abroad to the former Yugoslavia during 1992 to 1995 where he enlisted in the Croatian army.
This of course was during the Civil War there.
However, he eventually ended up in an irregular paramilitary group known as the Iron Hawks.
He then deserted round about November 1994 shortly after the Iron Hawks were involved in a massacre in a place called Krageljina.
Smith would have certainly witnessed the atrocity and may even have been involved.
I don't understand.
This is appalling but what's it got to do with this clinic? It's almost certainly when Rob Smith started using drugs, probably to try and block out the horror of it all.
The original investigation never knew this which is why all sorts of questions were never asked.
Questions like, "Where were you born?" Me? Hm.
Guernsey.
Channel Islands.
And where were you between 1992 and 95? In Belgium, Bruges training as a therapist.
Brother Mark, where were you at that time? I was a novice at the monastery in Saint Celine de la Croix, near Lyon.
And before that? Before that I was a civilian.
Civilian? I was born and brought up in Slovenia.
Slovenia.
Are you sure? I know where I was born and who I am.
Yes.
So did Robert Smith.
In his drug-addled state he didn't recognise you.
But you recognised him.
And because he'd served under you in the same unit you knew it was only a matter of time before he did recognise you.
That's a fantasy.
NoMark is a fantasy.
Rob Smith knew you by your real nameMarko.
Marko Stoipanovic.
Former lecturer of modern languages at Zagreb.
My congratulations.
Your English is impeccable.
No.
You have me mixed up with someone different.
Is that what you said to Rob Smith the night he died? When he was given methadone? Resulting in him being drugged enough for a man well-versed in killing to break his neck, throw him down the stairs and make it look like an accident.
This is not true.
This is completely not true! And you have no proof.
Unfortunately you're right.
We have no proof that you killed Robert Smith.
But we do have your fingerprints.
Copies of which were forwarded to the International War Crimes Tribunal at The Hague.
They confirmed that the prints were those of Marko Stoipanovic wanted for crimes against humanity.
They even sent along an official photographjust for good measure.
God is love.
What's the matter? Well, he said some incredible things.
He helped me.
He really helped me.
Yeah, well, come on, get your gear together, time to get out of here.
No, I'm going to stay.
Eh? I'm going to finish the treatment.
OK.
And tell Esther I want that book back! # It's all right, it's OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right, I say, it's OK # Listen to what I say # It's all right, doing fine # Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine # It's all right, I say, it's OK # We're getting to the end of the day.
#
I'm Father Bernard.
Welcome to Trinity.
May your stay here be a peaceful and rewarding one.
Brian! > He's a monk! You said an addiction clinic not a ruddy monastery! Brian, if you don't get out of this car and in through that door, you'll never see me again.
Oh, bollocks! # It's all right, it's OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right, I say it's OK # Listen to what I say # It's all right, doing fine # Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine # It's all right, I say it's OK # We're getting to the end of the day.
# While we endeavour to combat the destructive patterns of behaviour prevalent in the addictive personality, we are also committed to an holistic approach to the patient, whereby his physiological and psychological dependency is viewed and treated in the round.
Eh? Forgive me.
What I mean to say is that we consider the spiritual aspects of the treatment equally vital to the afflicted individual's eventual recovery.
Thank you, Father.
That was what so impressed me about your website.
I looked you up after reading your book, The Faith to Fight Pain.
I'm not a Catholic.
That's not important.
In fact, I'm not religious in any way.
That's why I don't like the AA Twelve Step programme.
In all my years of treating addicts, Brian, that is one of their greatest problems.
Deep down, at heart they don't know what they are.
This is your room.
Oh, it's lovely! The only things you won't find are a computer and a telephone.
And while visits from family and friends are welcome, any other form of communication with the outside world is strictly forbidden.
Why? Because time spent in isolated contemplation is worth its weight in gold.
Now, I'll leave you to settle in and say your goodbyes.
Thank you, Father.
Bed's too hard.
Good.
So how did it go? They seem very nice.
The monks? It's very tranquil.
They've got bees and chickens He's very upset.
He's annoyed.
I'm sorry.
Don't be silly.
This is his last chance.
I've told him.
Is there anything we can do? Yes.
You can leave him alone, all of you.
Please.
KNOCK AT DOOR Yes? Brian, I'd like you to meet some of the other helpers here.
This is Brother Raymond.
Welcome to Trinity.
Raymond is also an alcoholic, though he hasn't had a drink in? What about communion wine? I don't swallow.
BRIAN GASPS Brian? Brother Mark.
Brother Mark will be your personal counsellor throughout your stay.
Whatever may trouble you at any time, come speak with me.
Neil Barclay.
Hi.
Neil's chief clinician.
He specialises in alcohol and gambling addiction.
And last but by no means least Anna Greening.
Anna's in charge of sex and drug addiction treatment.
She and Neil are qualified both in conventional and psychiatric medicine.
I see.
Jack of all trades, master of none, is that it? You're very neat.
S'pose you're going to tell me that means I want to sleep with me grandmother or something? No, it just means you're neat.
I just believe everything should be in its right place.
Don't you? I think you are.
Peace be with you, my son.
Dinner's at 7.
30.
The Little what? Brothers of Merciful Assistance.
"The Trinity Clinic - a practical and spiritual answer to the problems of addiction.
" Gawd help him.
I think that's the general idea.
Expensive.
Does he have to pray and all that? I don't think they force you.
I mean, it's not just him not being here, it's it's all the rest of it, innit! His stupid coat, his trainers.
Sandwiches.
Thermos flask.
Glasses perched on the end of his nose.
That big, old sad, stupid face of his Oh, bugger it! Come on, let's go and see him! No! Esther says no.
She didn't say it outright but I think she partly blames us.
For not doing more.
She's right.
We should have noticed he was slipping.
We did notice.
We just pretended not to.
Yeah, wellthere's not a lot we can do about it now.
Morning.
Sir.
OKwhere is he? He's off sick, sir.
Mm-hm? And how long will he be off sick? It depends on how well he responds to treatment.
Or until the money runs out.
Do you think I'm totally stupid? Think very carefully before you say anything.
With all due respect sir, he's a recovering alcoholic With all due respect, he's a lapsed alcoholic - ie a mess.
With the best will in the world, his absence cannot be just open-ended.
That's not the Union position, sir.
What? The Union.
Brian's a member of the CPSA.
They're funding his treatment.
I mean, if you want to take it up with them, I can Get rid of the bike.
Nice.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES So, Brian you're an alcoholic.
In other words, a self-obsessed, weak-willed individual who has brought nothing but pain and unhappiness to his family and friends.
What? I mean, who do you think you are? What type of person is it that lives without any thought in the day except for when it will be possible for him to stick another bottle of liquor down his throat? What the hell are you doing? You're supposed to be a monk.
What happened to faith, hope and charity? My job is to change your life.
Well, I'm sorry but you're going about it in completely the wrong way! Oh, am I really? Yes! OK, so I have a drink! Good.
Well, now we've established what you are we can move forward.
There's only one place I'm moving, mate! Look, I'm sorry, Bernard Father Bernard.
This is not going to work.
What? This.
Here.
The treatment.
Your mate Raymond for a start! Brother Raymond? Brother raving maniac! He's a disgrace! He's a highly qualified and experienced therapist.
I don't care if he's Sigmund Freud's hairdresser you don't talk to people that way! I suspect you're talking about Confrontation Therapy.
You know what I'm talking about.
I'm talking about driving folk over the edge! What's the point of curing people's addictions if they end up topping themselves! You're talking about what happened nine years ago.
What? Sorry? What you just said.
What was that? "Nine years ago.
" What didn't happen nine years ago? I don't know.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You said something about something not happening.
What? Perhaps, Brian, before subjecting you to Brother Raymond, we should talk more fully about the origins of your illness.
Bugger it! Aargh! PHONE RINGS Hello? Sandra? Sandra, it's me Brian.
What are you doing? 'I'm in a phone box.
' Phone box?! Why aren't you in the clinic? 'Christ, you haven't run away?' No, no, no, no.
It's just I couldn't find anywhere with a phone and I had to talk to you 'It's two in the morning, Brian!' Look, get back to the clinic before they find out you've gone! Worsebefore they find out and tell Esther.
No, no, listen, you don't understand.
Look, I think I've found out something.
'Now, it happened nine years ago.
' And I need you to find out what it was.
And in the meantime Brian, you can't! You don't work for UCOS any more.
If you don't get back to that clinic, you never will again.
Now please, go back.
'Brian' Welcome back.
She loves you very much your wife.
Oh.
Yes.
You are fortunate to be so loved still, after you have damaged so much.
Two o'clock in the morning? It's an excuse.
Trying to avoid treatment.
We can't let him, cos Esther's given him a final warning.
Think he made it up? I'm doing an IIP check, So we can prove there nothing's there and tell Brian it's a load of old Bollocks! What? Oh, God, no! What? Robert Smith.
Died June 21st, 2000.
Trinity Clinic, Hatch End.
Open verdict.
Case unsolved.
So he's right? Brian was right? He'll find out.
You know what he's like.
He'll find out.
So, who was this Robert Smith? He was a heroin addict.
So what do we do? There's only one thing we can do.
I mean, to stop Brian from getting involved.
If Esther gets a whiff of this, we're dead meat, especially Brian.
We're going to have to take this case on ourselves, just the three of us.
What do we tell Strickland? Yes, what do you tell Strickland? Robert Smith, aged 30.
Found on the morning of June 21st, with a broken neck, just 12 days after his arrival at the Trinity Clinic.
Blood and tissue samples on the stairs indicate cause of death is consistent with his having fallen all the way down.
The post-mortem also revealed methadone in his system.
Not a huge amount, but then as now, the clinic operated a strict no drugs policy in its treatment programme.
So he could have been drugged and then pushed? He could have brought the methadone in himself.
The Coroner said as much.
He also made it clear that someone else could have brought it in.
We could be either looking at manslaughter or murder.
Who was there on the night he died? The five members of staff.
Father Bernard, head of the clinic, plus Brothers Mark and Raymond, and also two lay therapists, Anna Greening and Curtis McCormack.
McCormack being the only one no longer there.
Any patients? Three.
But the murder team found no evidence to link them or the members of staff to Smith's death.
What about his family? A father and a younger brother who attended the funeral.
Before that, they hadn't seen him for eight years.
It's not that surprising, is it? Not if he was a junkie.
This junkie also had a girlfriend as well as a family.
And what, Brian Lane is your man on the inside? This is Lane we're talking about.
A man under clinical supervision.
Not Deep Throat.
All right, you can have your investigation, but I don't want him anywhere near it.
I couldn't agree more, sir.
Well, how the hell are we gonna do that? Well, I'll leave that with you.
Um, I've got an idea.
Ahcome in.
This is Brian.
He arrived on Wednesday.
Um, we're just about to start the group session, so why don't those of you who are new to the clinic tell us who you are and why you're here? Hi.
My name's Gerry and I'm a sexaholic.
Gerry, we prefer "sex addict".
Well, yeah, so do I.
Mind if I join you? Brian, isn't it? Food good? It looks good, but then, appearances can be deceptive, can't they? Look at them.
They're anorexics.
What the hell are you doing here? Sandra's taken on the Rob Smith case.
What Rob Smith case? Drug addict.
He died in here nine years ago.
Broken neck.
It's on file, and it's still unsolved.
I knew it! Sshh! Now, Strickland said you are persona non grata on this one, all right? So, while the good Brothers are keeping their beady eye on you, I've come in as a sort of fifth communist.
Fifth columnist! Look, Gerry, I don't need you in here! I can find out everything that needs finding out myself.
No, you can't.
You'd better take a good look in the mirror.
You are not having anything to do with this.
You just sort your head out, OK? Jack? Yes, I've got that.
And thank you for going to so much trouble.
Bye.
I found her.
The girlfriend.
Natalie Joyner.
Also an ex-addict.
Living in Esher.
Not renowned for its crack dens.
How about you? Of the three patients who were in the clinic with Smith, the drug addict died in 2004, and the compulsive gambler lives in Hong Kong.
He won the jackpot on a seven horse accumulator.
So much for the strict regime.
For God's sake, don't tell Gerry that.
Now, the last one - the anorexic is still around.
A Claire Makepeace.
Lives somewhere near the City Road.
There's a Claire Makepeace who's a journalist.
That's the one.
She writes lifestyle pieces.
Does she(?) They're very moving, actually.
Mmmm.
So, tell me, who would you rather interview - the ex-junkie girlfriend or the caring, award-winning journalist? Let me guess.
Natalie Joyner? Jack Halford, UCOS.
Oh, yes, come in.
I went over the interview you had with the police in 2000.
It was very disjointed.
You didn't seem to remember very much.
Well, I was a heroin addict.
I wouldn't have known what day it was.
Yet they called you in to identify the body.
I was living with Rob at the time.
Nobody knew he had a family.
I only met them at the funeral.
I adored Rob.
He was gorgeous, funny, intelligent, caring, everything you'd look for in a man.
Apart from the drugs.
The truth is, he hated heroin.
I don't think he ever really enjoyed it.
Not even at the start.
So why did he start? Like a lot of addicts, I guess, to block out pain.
Physical? Mental? Both, I think.
I don't really know.
Look, I didn't even know he had a family.
I didn't know he'd been to university.
There were whole areas of Rob's life he just wouldn't let me into.
We were just junkies.
There she is.
Thank you.
OK.
Claire Makepeace? Hmm? I spoke to your PA earlier, I'm Detective Superintendent Pullman.
Ah, yes.
Thanks for taking the time to talk.
Actually, can I say, first of all, how much I admire your writing? Especially about your struggles with anorexia.
I've no difficulty talking about that, but I don't particularly want it known I spent time at The Trinity Clinic.
I'm not the kind of cop who goes around leaking stuff.
Certainly not to press.
Really? That would be a first.
But I am re-examining the death of Robert Smith.
And you were there at the time.
So Perhaps I didn't make myself clear.
I'm not prepared to expose myself to the point where it could affect my livelihood.
Ms Makepeace, this is a strictly informal interview.
But I can go through certain channels to ensure I get the information.
Then all sorts of coppers will find out who I've been talking to.
Are you trying to blackmail me? No, I'm trying to drag you off that bloody high horse you're sat on.
This is a possible murder enquiry, Ms Makepeace.
So, Robert Smith.
Remember him? Yes, of course I do.
Thank you.
What was he like? He was very nice.
Very handsome.
I had a few conversations with him.
He told me he was absolutely determined to get off drugs.
And you believed him? Yes, I did.
His dying shocked me.
Can you think of any reason why methadone was found in his body? I'm a journalist, not a pharmacologist.
Besides, I didn't find out about that until the inquest.
By which time, I was out of Trinity and on the road to recovery.
End of story.
So, what do you think happened at the clinic? D'you reckon Rob smuggled the methadone in himself? No, absolutely not.
He thought the only way to come off smack was to go cold turkey.
That's why he went to Trinity - he knew they had a no drugs policy.
Did you visit him there? Once.
How was he when you saw him? Different.
Did he seem scared at all? Was he ever scared? Of anything anybodyin particular? No, I don't think so.
The only thing I remember him being freaked out by were dreams.
In his sleep, he'd be struggling, fighting, swearing.
When he woke up, he was so upset, he just wanted to jack up straight away.
So, it's important to face up to the possibility of a life without fear, even though, you know, that prospect in itself may be truly frightening.
We'd like you, therefore, to share a fear that's personal to you.
A fear you want to confront and overcome.
Who'd like to kick us off? Brian? Yeah, well, I suppose one thing I always remember is a case I worked on when I was a cop.
It was an addict an alcoholic, like me.
We found him in his house, alone.
He'd drunk himself to death.
He'd been there for two weeks in his bath.
He'd drunk so much, his face was purple and wrinkled like a prune.
Because of the water, his skin had started to separate, to come away in great handfuls, likelike lumps of fatty, waxy frogspawn.
So, I suppose that's my fear.
That the end of me life will be just frogspawn.
Interesting, isn't it? That was a very powerful and emotional image, Brian.
Thanks very much.
Tell me, how long is it now? Since you had a drink.
This is a lovely house, isn't it? Very aesthetic.
Must have quite a history, eh? Apparently, the original bits were Elizabethan.
The family were Recusants, that's why there's a small chapel.
No, I really meant since it became a clinic.
You know, the patients.
You must have a few stories, eh? You should know better, Brian.
Anyway, I only came here in 2003.
Well, lucky you.
I suppose your poor predecessor, he had to retire, did he? No, he left.
Really? Can't imagine anyone leaving a place like this.
Don't tell me - he had a falling out with this lot here, eh? Eh? It wasn't an entirely happy association.
Let's just say Doctor McCormack felt his future lay more in the direction of Harley Street.
KNOCKING AT DOOR Come in.
Oh, hi, Gerry.
Do you want to take a seat? Do you want me on the couch? I mean, do you want me to lie on the couch? Why, do you want to lie there? No, no, no.
No, sitting's fine.
OK.
Well, Gerry, at the group meeting earlier, you were a little reticent about exposing yourself.
Sorry? The extent of your condition.
Oh.
So, let's get down to it.
Why do you think you're a sex addict? Well, I can't stop thinking about it.
Sex? Yeah.
I never stop thinking about it.
That's not necessarily unusual.
Most men think about it a lot.
Women, too.
Do they? Of course.
Yeah, but I mean, I think about it every moment of every day.
Right.
So, you're thinking about it now, then? Well, no, no, not precisely at this moment, no.
OK.
How about now? Sorry? There is a big difference between obsession and compulsion.
An addict can't stop actually having sex.
Well, no, that's me.
OK.
When did you last engage in any kind of sexual act? Just before I came in here.
Just before you came in the room? No, no, no, I mean, just before I came in the clinic.
Gerry, I don't necessarily mean with somebody else.
Please, relax.
Seriously, there is nothing that you've done, can say or describe that I haven't heard before.
Yeah, but I'm sorry, I just can't help it, you see.
This addiction, it's so overwhelming at times, I just can't cope.
That's not unusual either.
Well, it is for me! I mean, some days, I'mI'm suicidal.
I bet you've never had patients like that, have you? People who are so addicted to something that they just can't carry on.
Gerrylet's get back to sex.
D'you believe her? Natalie? Yes, I did.
Breath of fresh air, someone telling me the truth for once.
Wish I could say the same about Claire Makepeace.
Never meet your idols.
Mind you, she did speak of Smith's determination to get clean.
Wonder what his nightmares were about.
Maybe the family know.
Right, lay it back to him.
Give it, give it, give it! You What KNOCK AT DOOR Uhuh, hold on! Hold on, just a minute.
I'm coming.
I mean I'm, er, getting near the door! One minute! I'll be with you.
What the bloody hell you doing? Ssh! They patrol the corridors.
Have you got a woman in here? Huh! I wish.
You frightened the life out of me! Ssh! Listen, Neil Barclay's only been here since 2003.
You know, the civvy shrink.
And he reckons the last one Brian, you're not working this case.
The last psychiatrist, McCormack, left under a bit of a cloud.
Are you listening to me? You've been smoking, haven't you? Smoking? No! All right, all right.
You'll get chucked out.
Look, you think you've got problems.
I'm a sex addict! I had to bring the stuff in just to prove they could smuggle in the methadone.
You leave the undercover work to me, all right? All you've got to worry about is not drinking.
Where have you put it? Where have I put what? The beer.
What beer? What beer? Gerry, I can smell beer a mile off.
Good morning.
Det Supt Pullman, Jack Halford from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.
We're here about Robert Smith.
My father's not well.
He has MS.
All right.
May I ask the whereabouts of your wife, Mr Smith? Mum died the year before my brother.
I'm sorry.
Now, we understand that when Rob died, you hadn't heard from him for quite some time? No.
How come? He'd just finished his degree.
He was going to do a Masters, but he wanted to take a gap year, travel.
When was this? He stayed in touch for a month or so, but then Nothing.
Nothing at all? Not for four years.
Christina, my wife, she was sick with worry.
But he did get back in touch at some point? Eventually.
1996.
He was totally changed.
You could hear it in his voice.
Hear it? You didn't see him? He wouldn't come.
Christina begged him, but Said he didn't want any contact.
I asked him if he was in trouble.
He said no.
Christina couldn't get over it.
A son not wanting to see his own mother? It broke her heart.
Then when Robert died and I heard he'd been a drug addict How does that happen? I mean, he was always happy.
What did we do wrong? So you never saw your brother again before he died? No.
What did you think when you found out what had happened to him? Do you ever remember him having nightmares? Bad ones.
Rob? No.
Never.
Can I ask you, where did he go when he left home? Do you know? No.
All he said was he was going to go somewhere to do something that would make Mum proud.
Mum? What did he mean by that? I don't know.
That was their secret, I suppose.
Ah, here he is.
Hello, love.
I just came to see how you are.
Do you mind? No, no, no.
Let's go in the garden.
Oh.
You seem well.
Do I? Well, you're looking better.
How's the food? I prefer yours.
Mark's He's very busy.
One of the monks is called Mark.
That one that just signed you in.
Oh, he seemed quite nice.
His syntax is all over the place.
I spoke to Sandra.
Oh, yeah? In case you're wondering why none of them have been to see you, I asked her not to.
Not to come.
Are you angry? Let's go and see the bees.
Mrs Standing? Hello.
I'm Jack, I'm Gerry's brother.
Darling! Oh, hi.
I'll leave you to it.
Nice to meet you.
Brother Mark.
So, anything to tell us? No, it's early days at the moment.
I can't Ah, Anna, come and meet my wife Sandra.
And my older brother Jack.
Hello.
How d'you do? Hi.
Anna Greening, my therapist.
Oh.
So how's he doing, my old man? Yeah, he's settling in very well.
Can I have a word with you? Yeah, sure.
He's been very honest and open, especially about the difficulties each of you have with physical intimacy.
But I don't want you to worry.
I really do think we can get to the heart of the problem so that you and he can enjoy a much more stimulating, healthy sexual relationship.
Thank you.
The head shrink has only been here six years.
For some reason, they didn't get on with the one here at the time - McCormack? Curtis McCormack.
The only member of staff to have left.
They must have had a falling out, but apparently he is into money.
Right, well, he's next on the list, then.
We'd better go.
Yeah.
Oh, listen.
I brought in with me booze, fags and a mobile phone easily.
The next time you come, you couldn't bring me something to drink? I've run out.
Perhaps after we've solved our problems of physical intimacy.
What do you think? Just a couple of cans of beer, you know.
I was going to tell you, love.
You see, the thing is, a bloke died here I trusted you.
You asked me and I said no.
Esther.
Brian I can't trust, I know that.
But at least he's got some excuse.
He's just a hopeless addict.
Esther.
Esther! Esther! Esther, please listen.
I can't believe it.
I can't believe that you would do this.
It isn't like that, Esther.
Look, it was Brian who found out about the case.
When he phoned me, I knew he was trying to use it to avoid treatment.
So the only way we could stop him from being involved was to parachute one of us in here.
Esther, if Brian doesn't stick it out, the Met will probably retire him permanently.
It doesn't occur to you that that might be quite a good thing? Absolutely not.
I don't believe you think that, either.
I know he hadn't touched a drop for years until Yeah.
Yeah, I know we let him down and I'm sorry about that.
But he's trying really hard, Esther, and you know he's never going to stick this out without you.
Never mind the clinic.
I mean, do you really want him back home all day, every day, 24/7? As I understand it, the union is only part-funding Brian's treatment here.
The rest of the money is coming from some anonymous source.
God, look at them.
What a crew.
Miss Pullman? Detective Superintendent.
Please.
Thank you.
Denise wasn't sure whether your visit was personal or professional.
Purely professional, thankfully.
I'm re-investigating the death of Robert Smith at the Trinity Clinic in 2000.
You were a clinical psychiatrist there at the time.
I was.
We know that Trinity have always operated an addiction treatment programme and then, as now, don't use drugs to help patients tackle their problems.
Yet Robert Smith was found to have methadone in his body.
How could that happen? Well, as I said at the time, I really don't know.
Can I ask, purely out of interest, why did you leave the clinic in 2003? I was starting to establish my own practice.
It was time to move on.
More money? Yes, partly.
Bu, um, I'd also developed my own theories about the way addicts should be treated.
Such as Yes.
Substance substitution therapy.
Now, I take it from the explanation given here that that involves exchanging the addict's poison of choice for other drugs, methadone for example.
Sometimes, yes.
So although you didn't use that treatment at Trinity, you're happy to do so now? Clearly.
And I can't help but wonder whether you felt that method should have been used back then.
The question doesn't arise.
They didn't and they don't.
Unless you've got any more questions, are we done? For now.
Gerry, now that I've met her, I think it might be a good idea to talk about you and your wife.
Right.
For example, when did you first feel the compulsion to sleep with someone other than Sandra? Sandra? I ask because it is your fourth marriage.
I sense a pattern here.
You're married, you meet someone else, have an affair, you get divorced.
I mean, what about your wives? Do you ever ask yourself what they think? No need, they tell me soon enough.
Do you want to see them? Three wives.
Four daughters.
Don't you mean four wives? Well, yeah.
Four now.
Yeah.
Well, maybe that's the problem.
All these women, too much oestrogen.
I doubt it.
It does strike me, though.
No sign of Sandra.
No.
Not in this one no, no.
On the other hand, there's no sign of your husband.
I'm not married.
Just a son.
Just the one? Don't know how lucky you are.
How old? Eight.
Handsome little bloke, in't he? What's his name? We're here to talk about you, Gerry.
PHONE RINGS Pullman's phone.
Your voice has changed.
Yes, very funny.
Sandra's driving.
We're on our way to see you.
Good.
Do you remember Anna Greening, my therapist? I can hear you.
And yes, I do.
Well, she's a single mum with an eight-year-old son.
It might be me or it might just be a coincidence, but I've just seen a picture of the kid and I think he looks just like Rob Smith.
Same eyes, mouth, and the timescale's right.
Really? Interesting, eh? So's McCormack.
Gerry? Gerry? Gerry? The signal's gone.
I'm sorry, I just had to talk to her, the wife.
I needed that feminine touch.
You know what I mean? No.
Oh, sorry.
You did that on purpose! Rules are not made to be broken.
Understand? Brother Raymond has just informed me of your husband's illicit use of a mobile phone, plus the fact that he is here under false pretences, along with, I dare say, his colleague, Mr Lane.
This is not just a clinic, it's a sacred place and you have both abused its sanctity.
I think it best you each collect your things and leave.
Let's not be hasty.
First I need to know about Curtis McCormack.
What? Specifically, why did he leave? I've no intention of discussing the workings of this clinic with you.
Det Supt Pullman.
We can either talk here informally, or back at the station under caution.
Your choice.
This is outrageous.
Mr Standing was able to smuggle into this clinic not just a phone but also beer and cigarettes, which suggests bringing in methadone would have been child's play.
All I can say is your working methods are beneath contempt.
Thank you very much.
Please just answer the question.
Why did McCormack leave? We had a difference of opinion.
About the use of methadone? Yes.
But this has nothing to do with the death of Robert Smith.
It was three years later.
How do you know that he wasn't using methadone when he was here? Esther's here.
Right.
Mr Standing will be packing his bags but Brian, you're staying.
Absolutely not! Whatever you may think, Mr Lane is not here under false pretences.
I think it's probably better that I do leave.
I prefer the word "imperative".
He's staying because he's responding well to treatment.
And if he doesn't, I know loads of journalists who'll want to know the reason why.
Thank you.
That's Cameron.
We call this one Blair because she's a compulsive LAIR, Gerry says.
You're making jokes.
Something must be working.
All right, how's the case going? You would be going on and on about it if you were at home, so come on.
Rob Smith, the heroin addict who died here, broke his neck, but he had methadone in his system, even though they don't use palliative drugs here.
But the shrink who was working here at the time now does use methadone in his work, and could have done then, but he may not have done.
But if he did, then it might have been manslaughter, or even murder, depending upon whether or not he was pushed down the stairs when he was out of it on methadone.
But there doesn't seem to be any motive for the murder.
Unless it involves something that happened to the dead bloke during the three years he was abroad when we don't know where he was.
But that only works if someone here knew him in 2001, and also knew him back there then when we don't know where he was back then! But it means nothing if I'm not working, if I'm not out there with them doing this, it means nothing, Esther.
This is a beginning, Brian.
It's a beginning.
Thank you.
Two of you this time? I must be getting important.
Mr Standing until recently attended the Trinity Clinic.
Congratulations on your recovery.
Undercover.
I beg your pardon.
Father Bernard said that you clashed over the use of methadone.
You don't deny it.
Father Bernard is on the side of the angels.
It's a short step to suspect you of giving Rob Smith the methadone which helped kill him.
Oh, stop it! I didn't give him any drugs.
The problem wasn't the methadone, it was that Rob didn't get it in a controlled way.
That's probably why he fell down the stairs.
You're saying he was given it deliberately, but not by you? Right.
Someone gave it to him because they could see that he was in pain and they wanted to alleviate that pain.
It was well-meant but misguided.
And who would have done that? Somebody who loved him.
Natalie Joyner? No, not her.
You know who it is.
You knew back then.
Of course.
Well, why didn't you say anything? Because what good would that have doneapart from ruin her career? She already felt responsible for the death of the man that she loved.
She'd suffered enough.
KNOCKING Hi.
Is your mum in? Anna, we're not here to judge.
We just want to know whether you had a relationship that was emotional as well as professional? With a heroin addict? By all accounts an incredibly charismatic heroin addict.
No.
No, no, I didn't.
Anna, we've just spoken to Doctor McCormack.
He says you fell for Rob Smith.
Very deeply.
Well, Curtis was wrong, then.
This is a copy of your son's birth certificate.
There's no name entered under "Father".
It's blank.
Now you don't strike me as the kind of woman who would not know who the father of her only child is.
Perhaps you're as bad a judge of character as I was.
There's a very easy way to find out whether you're telling us the truth or not.
Really? What's that? Give your son a DNA test.
You can't do that.
DOOR SQUEAKS Alen, baby, go back to your room! He doesn'the doesn't know.
Please, oh, God.
Anna.
Anna, come on, talk to us.
Have you ever fallen in love? I mean suddenly? Hopelessly? I thought it was a fantasy.
It isn't.
I couldn't help it.
Twelve days, that's all I got.
Did you give Rob the methadone? He never knew.
I mixed it in his coffee.
I couldn't bear it.
He was in so much pain.
Not just the withdrawal, the physical pain, but all the emotional psychological torment in the horror he had bottled up.
Horror? I don't know what it was.
All he said was how ashamed he was of letting his family down.
When he died honestly I nearly died as well.
Knowing I was responsible.
I decided to confess, you know.
But you didn't.
The same day I made up my mind, I found out I was pregnant.
Brother Mark would have said it was a signa blessing.
I wasI was so afraid for Alen.
I was just so afraid he'd be born in prison and taken away from me, put into care.
I doubt very much that would have happened.
Alen is all I have I wasn't going to take that risk.
Alen? Well, I couldn't very well call him Rob, could I? So I named him after his brother.
No, no, no it's just the way you pronounce itAl-e-n.
It's a family name.
From Rob's mother's side.
It's how you pronounce it in Serbo-Croat.
Rob's mother was from Yugoslavia.
Brother Mark.
I need help.
Please.
This is very hard for you.
To come here, to a place like this, through shame.
Guilt, shame and betrayal you feel all these.
I don't need you to respond.
I need you only to understand.
I don't I can't believe in religion.
I'm not asking you to become a religious man, Brian.
I'm asking you to be a spiritual one.
Tell me what happened? How did you become afraid? A man died.
I was responsible for a young man dying.
He was in my care.
I see.
Well, that is a reality.
And none of us can bear too much reality.
The simple truth is that you failed.
As we all fail.
The young man is gone, Brian.
He will not come back.
You are here.
Live.
Make that life worthwhile.
Here.
Is it the Bible? No.
Santayana.
I think you would appreciate him.
Where was your wife born, Mr Smith? Christina? Yugoslavia.
Whereabouts specifically? Sladjanska.
It's there.
It's in Croatia now.
Born and brought up.
It's very pretty.
It's where she always wanted to be buried.
Although we actually met here, in Hammersmith, in the '70s.
She was working as an au pair.
What was her maiden name? Brancovic.
Now this may seem an odd question but was Christina proud of where she came from? Croatia? Oh, yes.
Did she ever teach you and your brother any Croatian? Yeah, a little.
You said that Rob told you that he was going somewhere to do something that would make his mother proud.
Yeah, why? Well, he left the UK in '92.
And came back, some time later, in '95 we think.
He claimed that he'd lost his passport but we believe that he got rid of it on purpose.
Now '92 to '95 was the height of the Yugoslavian civil war and we think that Rob may have been involved somehow and that might have a link to his death back here.
That's impossible.
He wasn't that kind of person.
You didn't know him! Nobut then the person you knew didn't take heroin either.
While Strickland's been doing his diplomatic thing I've been checking out the staff who were at the clinic when Rob Smith died just to find out where they were between '92 and '95.
Right, now, Father Bernard and Curtis McCormack were at the clinic, Anna Greening was finishing a PhD at Nottingham.
But I find this interesting Brother Raymond didn't arrive in England until '97, and Mark '98.
What? They're both foreign? Where are they from? Exactly.
We don't know.
Sir, any joy? I'm not sure that joy is the correct word but you were right.
The Croatian embassy confirmed that they have a Robert Smith on record as having enlisted in the army of the Republika Hrvatska on September 6 1992.
They also saw fit, albeit reluctantly, to send us this.
That is Rob Smith.
At the time part of a Croatian Paramilitary group called the Iron Hawks.
At least some of whom did this.
Oh, my God Quite.
Bloody hell What is it? We think there's a possibility one of these two might have known Smith in the past.
But I don't see anyone here who looks like either of them.
This is just a small section of the unit.
Unfortunately, being a paramilitary group, the record of who was who in the Iron Hawks is pretty sketchy.
The good news is, that there are fingerprint records for some of them.
Result! Let's go.
Hang on, if we go rushing into the clinic we'll just spook 'em.
And of course we don't want Brian involved.
But Brother Raymond did that.
Well, what about Brother Mark? Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.
Sound familiar? Who is that? It's Santayana.
What, the musician? Not Santana.
Santayana! He was a philosopher.
Reading this book changed Brother Mark's life.
PHONE RINGS I thought I'd turned this off.
Hello? Oh.
Ermwell, I'll try.
Can I call you back? What was all that about? Ohit's nothing.
Really good that book, isn't it? Amazing really.
Oh, hi, how d'you get on? II put it in this to avoid the danger of cross-contamination.
That's right, isn't it? Yes.
Thank you.
You didn't mind doing this, did you? Only Oh, no.
I rather liked it.
I got to lie to Brian.
BUZZING 'Hello?' Detective Superintendent Pullman.
Look, this really is too much.
This isn't a courtesy call.
Just open the gates.
We now have documented proof that Robert Smith disappeared abroad to the former Yugoslavia during 1992 to 1995 where he enlisted in the Croatian army.
This of course was during the Civil War there.
However, he eventually ended up in an irregular paramilitary group known as the Iron Hawks.
He then deserted round about November 1994 shortly after the Iron Hawks were involved in a massacre in a place called Krageljina.
Smith would have certainly witnessed the atrocity and may even have been involved.
I don't understand.
This is appalling but what's it got to do with this clinic? It's almost certainly when Rob Smith started using drugs, probably to try and block out the horror of it all.
The original investigation never knew this which is why all sorts of questions were never asked.
Questions like, "Where were you born?" Me? Hm.
Guernsey.
Channel Islands.
And where were you between 1992 and 95? In Belgium, Bruges training as a therapist.
Brother Mark, where were you at that time? I was a novice at the monastery in Saint Celine de la Croix, near Lyon.
And before that? Before that I was a civilian.
Civilian? I was born and brought up in Slovenia.
Slovenia.
Are you sure? I know where I was born and who I am.
Yes.
So did Robert Smith.
In his drug-addled state he didn't recognise you.
But you recognised him.
And because he'd served under you in the same unit you knew it was only a matter of time before he did recognise you.
That's a fantasy.
NoMark is a fantasy.
Rob Smith knew you by your real nameMarko.
Marko Stoipanovic.
Former lecturer of modern languages at Zagreb.
My congratulations.
Your English is impeccable.
No.
You have me mixed up with someone different.
Is that what you said to Rob Smith the night he died? When he was given methadone? Resulting in him being drugged enough for a man well-versed in killing to break his neck, throw him down the stairs and make it look like an accident.
This is not true.
This is completely not true! And you have no proof.
Unfortunately you're right.
We have no proof that you killed Robert Smith.
But we do have your fingerprints.
Copies of which were forwarded to the International War Crimes Tribunal at The Hague.
They confirmed that the prints were those of Marko Stoipanovic wanted for crimes against humanity.
They even sent along an official photographjust for good measure.
God is love.
What's the matter? Well, he said some incredible things.
He helped me.
He really helped me.
Yeah, well, come on, get your gear together, time to get out of here.
No, I'm going to stay.
Eh? I'm going to finish the treatment.
OK.
And tell Esther I want that book back! # It's all right, it's OK # Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey # It's all right, I say, it's OK # Listen to what I say # It's all right, doing fine # Doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine # It's all right, I say, it's OK # We're getting to the end of the day.
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