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[mysterious music]

- [Dispatcher] Vehicles being pursued on Canal Road.

They're requesting assistance.

- I'm heading west.

- [Dispatcher] Patrol car in pursuit

[sirens drown out words].

Registration number Lima four zero two Yankee Sierra Juliet

- I'm close, taking Church Street now.

[tires squealing]

- [Man] Come on, Kenny!

- Yeah!

[yelling in excitement]

[car engine revs]

[sirens blaring]

- Proceeding north along Canal Road,

no sign of pursuit vehicle.

[sirens blaring]

[water splashing quietly]

[bird chirping]

[car engine revs]

[siren blaring]

Do we have the latest location of it?

[tires squealing]

[loud crashing]

[tires squealing]

[doors slamming]

[mysterious music]

[sirens blaring]

[door slamming]

[equipment clattering]

- No room in resus.

- [Paramedic] Is this the policeman from the RTA?

- [Paramedic] Yes, he's in bad shape.

He's got a head injury.

[alarms beeping]

[reel clicking]

[grunts]

- [Paramedic] Mind your backs.

- Sue, this RTC, where is he?

I need you beep neurology.

[alarms beeping]

[snoring]

[phone beeping]

- [Alisdair] Yeah?

[water splashing]

[yells]

- What do you got, Gary?

- RTC, male, head and leg injuries,

but I'm getting no response.

[siren blares]

- [Shannon] Car accident?

- Police chase.

He's a detective, he shouldn't have got himself involved.

What do you think's wrong with him?

- Well, [sighs] the doctor will tell you.

- Would you like to come to my office?

It'd be more comfortable.

- I'm alright here, thanks.

- I'll leave you two.

- Well from the X-rays, we definitely know

that he has a compound fracture of the tibia.

But what's causing the real concern is the bang

that he took to the head

and the fact that he hasn't regained consciousness.

Now there's not much I can do without a scan,

and we've put out an urgent call for a scan operator,

but it's the middle of the night, and...

Look, mister?

- Dalziel, Andy.

- Does he have a wife or partner?

- Ex-wife and daughter.

- I think they should be informed.

- You know if you prefer you can go home,

we can call you.

- Do you want me out of the way?

- Oh no, no, it makes no difference to us.

- I'll stay.

Peter's a one off, you know.

- Do you work with him?

- Yeah,

but he's a great friend as well as being a great detective.

You don't get many like him.

In fact,

I don't know another.

[dramatic music]

[water splashing]

- Fez, I think we've got something else.

[water bubbling]

- We better get the super down here pronto.

- You're lucky I picked up my messages.

- Yeah, all the scans look fine,

so to be honest--

- Mr. Dalziel, this is Alisdair Collinson,

he's the neurosurgeon.

- I've heard the name.

- No scanners yet?

- We're about to take him down now.

- Nothing I can do until that's sorted out.

Bit of a waste of time, me being here.

Let me know when you know what's what.

If McKenzie here hadn't put me on a promise,

I'd still be fast asleep.

Your friend here can count himself very lucky,

I don't do a lot of waiting on the sidelines.

- Surgeons, they all have a bit of an ego problem.

- Superintendent Dalziel?

- [Andy] Yeah?

- Superintendent?

- That's right.

- [Shannon] There's a phone call for you.

- Thanks.

- [McKenzie] You're a police officer?

- Yeah, both of us.

You don't have a problem with that, do you?

- No, no I just hadn't picked it up.

- [Andy] Out to bed, is it?

- [Shannon] Oh no, I'm doing a double shift,

there's no ward sister at the moment so--

- Is that why Leanne's off?

- No, that's nothing to do with it.

- Your colleague, Mr. Pascoe?

He doesn't give in easily.

- No.

- That's good.

Phone's there.

- Dalziel.

- We've got a bit of a situation developing, sir.

We've found more body parts.

Part of a leg, an arm,

and what looks to be a section of torso.

I've checked with records, and there seems to be no report

of an accident in lake.

- Yeah well, it's a bit difficult at the moment.

Okay.

- Is it to do with Gary, then?

- No, I told you, she's ill.

- Hm, just I heard he hit her.

- I'm not saying anything.

- Doctor, I've got a situation.

- Well, if anything happens, we'll call you.

- Thanks.

- And if you want to call, ask for me, Shannon.

- Thank you.

[machines beeping]

Don't let me down, Peter.

[elevator dings]

Don't let me down, Peter.

- They can have a look at that.

How's the DI, sir?

- They were taking him down for a scan as I left.

So what we got?

- Um, so far we got one foot, one lower leg,

one upper leg, one upper arm, and one section of torso.

- You didn't waste any time getting here.

- [Man] Haven't found the BFC yet.

- Having trouble sleeping, Frank?

- Compared to you, I must be sleeping like a baby.

- Yeah, I heard you got engaged, is that right?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Congratulations.

- Commiserations, more like it.

That's why he's not sleeping.

Some bird he picked up at an AA meeting, it'd worry anybody.

- We don't all need to drink to have a good time.

- I'm talking about blotting out the bad times.

Any idea what we got?

- Of course.

- Lot of hypodermics, it's either a junky's paradise,

diabetics retreat, or a--

- Medical waste.

- Yeah, that'd be my favorite.

How about you, Frank?

- My first thought.

- Which moron would dump medical waste in a lake?

Any idea how long this stuff's been down there?

- I can't be certain, but the body parts

haven't started to putrefy yet,

and the skin didn't slough off when we handled them--

- Yeah yeah yeah, how long?

- Two or three days, it's only a guess, mind.

- [Woman] Sir.

[water splashing]

- Carry on like this, we might have a matching set.

Hey Frank, this is a bit odd.

This hand has got three rings on it.

They normally take them off, don't they?

- I would have said always.

- [Andy] Any guesses as to where this lot came from?

- Oh, it's not a guess.

I know.

- WRI.

- Wetherton Royal--

- Infirmary.

- [Alisdair] So, what's the story?

- Acute subdural hematoma.

- Oh, well, get him prepared, and I'll operate.

Soon have him up and chasing nurses in no time.

- Yeah, that's what I'm worried about,

I don't think we should operate, not yet.

- You wanna wait 'til he's dead?

- [Shannon] One, two, three.

- That's a bit pointless.

If anybody can save him, I'm your man.

- I know that, but his condition's still very unstable.

- That's because we need to get rid

of his subdural hematoma.

- Call his colleague, tell him we got

the results of the scan.

- Well, well, I didn't think you'd risk

getting any more fingers pointed

in the direction of this ward.

- What are you talking about?

- You didn't nearly have your very own epileptic fit

when you found out about the fudged waiting list.

- That was stupid beyond belief.

- Everybody does it.

You get a bit behind, so you move things around,

make the figures look good.

We'd have caught up eventually, what's the big deal?

- The big deal is that I want this hospital to remain open,

and fudging operation waiting list damaged it.

It weakens our case against PFI hospitals.

- PFI hospitals are not the devil's work, McKenzie.

You need to move with the times.

Anyway, you shouldn't be blaming me.

- What, you're just an innocent boy in all of this?

- I wasn't the whistleblower,

but I know now who was.

Our very own ward sister, Leanne Proctor.

- [McKenzie] How do you know?

- What do you think, she told me.

She's on my side, really.

- Which is the only reason you weren't suspended.

- Don't start getting righteous with me.

I do my job and I'm bloody good at it.

But Leanne Proctor wasn't that bright, was she,

thinking she could take me on.

[people chattering]

- Me and Shannon wanna know what's going on, Gary.

With you and Leanne?

- What's it got to do with you?

- Well we live with her, we wanna know.

- Not now, Melinda, alright.

I've seriously had enough - I don't care.

- aggro to last me a lifetime.

- [Nurse] Hey Gary?

- What?

- No smoking.

How many more times.

- She hasn't been home for three days.

She said she was going to Spain, to her parents,

but her passport's still in the drawer,

and she's not answering the mobile.

So where is she, Gary?

- I don't know.

- I don't believe you.

- Well that's up to you.

- Last time she disappeared,

it was because she couldn't show her face.

- Don't start this.

- Because of the bruising.

- I slapped her, and I was wrong,

but I've never done it since.

- Do people change?

- It's not a case of changing, Melinda.

That wasn't me, and Leanne knows that.

- Everybody knows what you're capable of.

If anything's happened to her,

I'll be straight to the police.

- Superintendent Dalziel?

You obviously got the message about the scan.

- Yes, thanks.

- Peter has an acute subdural hematoma.

That's a blood clot between

the brain and the outer membrane.

As the clot gets bigger, it presses on the brain,

which obviously isn't good.

- So what now?

- Well if he doesn't regain consciousness

in the next few hours,

then the blood clot isn't reabsorbing.

And if his pupil response is poor, then it's getting worse,

and we'll have to operate.

- I don't mind.

Is he going to live?

- I'm afraid I don't know,

but we're monitoring him every 15 minutes.

I don't think you want me to lie.

- No.

- Dr. Mansfield, they're bringing in Polly Armstrong.

- Is she fitting?

- Tonic-clonic status, has been for some time.

- I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me.

How's her nerves?

- [Melinda] Alright Polly, here we go.

You're in the hospital now,

we're gonna get you sorted.

Okay darling, here we go.

Just relax now, Dr. Mansfield's here.

It's going to be alright.

- It's okay, Polly, you're alright.

We're going to look after you.

- Fits have never lasted this long before,

we don't know what to do.

- You did the right thing.

- Why is she like this?

She's been fine for months.

- He will be okay, won't he?

- We'll do our best.

[dramatic music]

- Why isn't he regaining consciousness?

- Oh I'm sorry.

- Any change?

- [Shannon] No.

- Okay Peter, I'm just gonna check your pupils again.

He's not improving.

Call Mr. Collinson, tell him we need to operate.

- I thought you said Peter wasn't up to it.

- We don't have a choice now.

- What?

- I think we should leave them to it, sir.

- Yeah, but if it--

- We need your help now, come on, he's in good hands.

So, did you discover anything?

- What?

- About the medical waste.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Well.

- It seems you have two problems.

One, I think someone's dumping clinical waste illegally.

Two, we have a murder case on our hands.

The waste manager dug out a paperwork

on the cable ties we found at the lake.

There's only been one limb amputated

since the incinerator broke down.

So where did the other limbs come from?

[machines beeping]

- [Alisdair] No change?

- No.

- But now she wants him in surgery.

I was right, wasn't I?

But nothing you know.

Better prepare him for theater.

- [McKenzie] Are you remembering to take your medication?

- [Polly] Yes.

- She hasn't missed taking it once, have you love?

- Nope.

- Every day, same time.

We even make her go to the chemist for it herself,

since we won't always be around.

- Dad.

- What, I'm just saying.

- Your mom and dad are right.

- It was better when I just got

the medication from you, the clinic.

Saved me having to hang around in some chemist shop.

- What's wrong with the chemists?

- They've got boys from my school working there now,

I'm sure he thinks I fancy him.

- Do you?

- No, I don't.

- She does.

- [Polly] Dad.

- How's the playing coming along?

- Oh great, she's got herself into a rock band.

- That's fantastic.

- A year ago, I wouldn't have even gone for it.

- Have you found that stressful at all?

- No, I'm fine with it.

I'm really looking forward too, aren't I Mom?

- You'll be brilliant, I know you will.

- Dr. Mansfield?

Carl Watmough on the phone,

says it's urgent that he speaks to you.

- Okay.

Just be a minute.

- Dr. Mansfield.

If this hospital closes, will you go somewhere else?

- I know it sounds a bit selfish,

but Polly's never had such good treatment,

we don't wanna lose you.

- I'll be back in a minute.

- [Judith] You'll be alright,

you've got Melinda looking after you.

- Let's get you back into bed.

- You keep your pecker up now, Michael,

I'll come and see you later.

Do they still want to throw me out?

- Nobody wants to throw you out,

we're just looking for a place for you in a nice home.

- Will you be coming with me?

- Now you know I won't be able to do that.

- Well I won't go then.

- There'll be other nurses there.

- But you're special, Melinda.

You're just like my daughter.

[crowd chanting]

- Yeah.

They're making a decision in the next few days.

We need to be prepared.

- And we're doing everything we can.

- If the decision goes against us,

we have to do something radical.

Thank you.

- [McKenzie] Carl, you're a great union rep,

I'm the staffer behind you, you know that.

- [Carl] Thank you, thanks.

- Sir, that company is called

Concorde Care Waste Management.

They're based about 200 miles away.

They admitted to dumping the stuff

in the lake straight off.

- What about the body?

- Didn't have a clue, nearly passed out when I told them.

[machines beeping]

- Peter.

Hey.

Hi.

Don't worry, don't worry.

You've had an accident and you're in a hospital.

But everything's going to be all right.

You're gonna be fine.

My name's Shannon, I'm one of the nurses

that's been looking after you.

Everything's gonna be alright.

[plastic crinkling]

- DNA says all the other body parts from the same person,

and it's definitely a woman.

- Great, so we could be looking for a sex killer.

- Nope.

She wasn't sexually assaulted.

I'd say she's between 30 and 40.

She was cut into 16 pieces

by someone who knew what they were doing.

- A doctor.

- Doctor, vet, animal scientist.

- The butcher of Wetherton.

- Whoever it was did a neat job, probably with a scalpel.

- They also knew the procedure of hospital waste.

- If it hadn't been for a broken down incinerator

we may never have known about her.

How did she die?

Assuming it wasn't because she'd been hacked into 16 pieces.

- There's no obvious marks on the body,

no knife wounds or serious injuries.

It could have been by a blow to the head,

but until we find it, we won't know.

- How 'bout identification?

- There's also been a problem with getting prints.

Fish nibbled away her fingers.

Must be tasty, huh? [chuckles]

- These rings might help identify her.

These two look quite cheap, but that one looks old.

- I would say it's a Victorian engagement ring.

I bought one similar for my fiancee.

- Are you sure this isn't her?

[phone rings]

Dalziel.

What's wrong?

- Nothing's wrong.

You shouldn't be so quick to hang up.

- You alright, Peter?

- He's gonna be a bit confused for awhile.

- Nothing new there, then.

He always was a crap driver, weren't ya Pete, ay?

Where was it you learned?

Blackpool Dungeons?

- We used to go to the lakes.

- He's not that bloody confused then.

[upbeat music]

- Amy?

- Hiya.

- Hi.

- Are you ready for something to eat?

- Oh you cooked again?

- Yeah.

- That's really sweet of you.

- I know.

- The problem is I've got to go out.

- Oh not tonight.

- Well come with me if you want.

Come on, come with me, it's to do with the hospital.

- Oh, I coulda guessed.

- [McKenzie] We won't stay long, I promise.

- Yeah, well if we do I'll have to press my panic button.

That'll sure shift ya.

- Don't you ever try to scare me.

[machines beeping]

- Well I've gotta go.

I've got this ongoing case, but don't you think about it.

Just get better.

- No, tell me.

- Well we pulled this dismembered body out of a lake.

We think the killer tried to dispose of it

in this hospital's incinerator.

I've called him the Butcher of Wetherton.

It's a good name, don't you think?

Right, well I'll see you in the morning.

- Just a second, guys.

- How you doing, Carl?

Not got yourself a proper job yet?

- Saving people's livelihoods

is better than destroying them.

- I hear your dad's retired.

- [Carl] That's right.

- I drove past his house the other day.

Electric gate really says it all, man of the people.

- I don't have time for this.

- No, you have a hospital to save.

- Correct.

- Prepared to go as far as him, are ya?

- This is a legitimate protest.

- Burning down a house with two children inside wasn't,

was it comrade?

- [Fez] What was that all about?

- It was a year long strike in the '70s at Lester's Mill.

- I know the place, it's derelict now.

Isn't that the area for the new hospital?

- That's right.

Old man Watmough was a big union boss back then.

He didn't like it when they started drifting back to work,

so he burnt a bloke's house down.

His two kids were inside.

The only problem was we could never prove it.

- Made you a bit anti-union?

- Do me a favor.

I'm just anti con men.

Anti people like Watmough

who're in it for themselves and nothing else.

[trumpet music]

- No drinking, 'cause you're driving.

- Just a small glass.

I need it.

[people murmuring]

[trumpet music]

- McKenzie!

I'm glad you could get here.

[camera shutter snaps]

[man laughs]

- Amy.

- Hello.

- What're you doing here, Barry?

- [Barry] It's my party.

I'm a friend of the WRI.

- Not fair, Barry, you should have told me.

Come on, Amy, we're leaving.

- Mac.

- You got me here under false pretenses.

Shouldn't have done that.

- [Amy] What was all that about?

- Barry Jemmerson owns Jemmerson Construction.

They're the favorites to get the new hospital contract,

and he knows exactly what I feel about that.

[people chattering]

- Alisdair, good to see you.

- This is Melinda.

- Lovely dress.

- Thank you.

- Do you have a minute?

- [Alisdair] Sure.

- Will you excuse us?

[jazz music]

- [Barry] You just have to keep focused.

- [Alisdair] It's still a hard sell, to certain people.

- [Barry] Like McKenzie Mansfield?

- Yes, and sometimes I can see where she's coming from.

- Look Alisdair, I know it is easy to think of this

as just a moneymaking scheme for companies like mine.

But I genuinely believe that this area will benefit

from a new hospital.

- [sighs] It won't be easy.

- Tell her like it is.

New premises, state of the art technology.

It'll attract the best staff.

And the patient catchment area will be much wider.

- It might be better if you found someone else

to bring her over to our side.

I've known McKenzie a long time.

- I want her, and you are the person to talk to her.

You must make her realize that she needs this

as much as this community.

- Melinda.

- Hi.

I was getting lonely.

- I'll catch ya later.

- [Alisdair] Yes.

- That's the Barry Jemmerson, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- Now he is rich.

[machines beeping]

- How ya feeling?

- Like I've just run into a concrete pillar.

- Yeah, I would try and avoid that one

in the future if I were you.

The pain you can control using this.

- Mm, drugs on tap.

- Just don't you get too carried away,

I don't wanna feel responsible for you

hobbling into rehab next month.

If you need anything else, just let us know.

- Nurse?

- Shannon.

The bloke in the truck, do we know how he is?

- Cuts and bruises.

You know if you want, I could find out his address,

we could pop 'round and teach him a lesson.

I'll pin him down, you smack him with your drip,

he'll never do it again.

- Is this a service you offer all your patients?

- Only for the troublesome ones.

- How have I been troublesome?

- You wouldn't even open your eyes.

There was I, not knowing if you were gonna live

or die and what were you doing?

Sleeping.

Mm, you might had a wee bit more consideration.

- Wait a minute.

- So the next time you wanna play Rip Van Winkle

you choose another ward, because to be quite honest,

I've got enough on my plate as it is.

- Are you--

- Serious?

Oh, absolutely not.

But it certainly got your heart pumping again, didn't it?

- I thought it was some patient pressure group.

- Well, apparently there's a nice little photo

in the Wetherton Argus of you and him kissing.

- He pecked me on the cheek!

- Togetherness is Dr. Mansfield and Barry Jemmerson.

- Oh they can't print that.

- Were you there, did he kiss you?

- Well yes.

- Then they can print it.

Look,

if you make an issue of it then

they're gonna start to dig around.

- So?

- Well you lived with him and Amy.

- No, it has got nothing to do with it.

- Okay look, don't worry about it.

We'll sort it out somehow.

A show of solidarity from you and everyone that counts

will know it's a set up.

- Thanks Carl.

- As yet there is still no identification

of the lady in the lake.

Police have released a photograph

of the rings the victim was wearing.

If anyone recognizes those rings,

please phone Wetherton police.

They will be holding a press conference this afternoon,

in which we hope more information will be released.

- I uh, I didn't ring Ellie.

- Why would you want to?

- Well, just in case...

- I croaked?

- Something like that, yeah.

We're still trying to ID the dismembered body

we found in the lake.

- There was something about somebody missing.

- [Melinda] We can't even cover for her.

- She just needs some time off, Melinda.

- I must have dreamt it.

I wish I could remember.

- Don't push yourself too hard, Peter.

I'm sure your dream was very interesting,

but unfortunately we still work with the facts.

- We can stop the power failures and all that stuff,

they've done what they were intended to do.

Why don't we make the workforce look a threat?

The public don't take too kindly to hospital strikes.

- [Man] Mr. Jemmerson?

- Yes?

- It's all because of you and your stupid plan.

Calm down?

You know something, you wouldn't know where

to start with the truth.

You're just like the rest of them, rotten to the bone.

- It's Leanne's house, me and Melinda just lodge there,

help her pay the mortgage.

- And you recognized two of the rings as hers?

- Well they are quite common, but not that old looking one.

- So Leanne Proctor was the ward sister, on this ward?

- Yeah.

- When was the last time you saw her?

- Uh, Tuesday morning, yeah.

She came in to work and then left.

- What time?

- I'm not sure.

- You haven't spoken to her since?

- No, you know I have called her on her mobile,

I just keep getting her answering machine.

- But didn't you find it odd that she just disappeared?

- Well no, not really, I mean,

she had a fight with her boyfriend the night before.

She asked us to cover for her,

said she wanted to get away for a few days,

go to her parents in Spain.

- [Leanne] I need to get away.

- But then Melinda found her passport,

and then this morning on the telly--

- Who's her boyfriend?

- Gary Mileham.

- Does he hit her?

- Yeah, well he did, once.

But that was over a year ago now, I mean.

- Well this row they had, do you know what it was about?

- Not really.

She was giving it to him pretty full on.

- [Leanne] Collison this, Collison that.

- [Shannon] She, she said that he'd lied to her

and he'd gone behind her back,

and that she never meant for any of this to happen.

- What was she talking about?

- I don't know, but I did hear the name Collinson.

- Collinson?

- Oh, that would be that arsehole over there.

- [Peter] What about him?

- I'm not really sure, something like

if it hadn't been for him.

- If what hadn't been for him?

- I don't know.

You know anyone would think you were a copper.

- Shannon?

Could you get me a phone.

- Mm-hm.

- You did take your medication, didn't you?

- Yeah, but it was a bit late and I'm feeling a bit sleepy.

- And have you got that yellow taste?

- I'm not sure.

- Okay, lie on the sofa and move everything away from you,

you know what to do.

I'll be with you as soon as I can.

Just relax, Amy, take deep breaths.

- [Alisdair] Alright, Mr. Wilde.

- Alisdair, I need you to cover for me.

- [chuckles] I'm just about to leave.

- Please, Gareth's away on holiday, my cousin's surgery.

- What's it worth?

- Not now, Alisdair, it's Amy.

I think she's about to have a seizure

and there's nobody with her.

- Well okay, go, go.

- Thank you, thank you.

- [Fez] Mr. Mileham, it's the police.

Mr. Mileham, if you're in there, open the door.

Mr. Mileham, can you hear me?

Mr. Mileham.

Gary?

- Do you recognize these rings?

- Well, those two I think could have been Leanne's.

The other one I've never seen before.

- [Gary] Shit.

[door slams]

[intense music]

- Amy.

- [Man] Hey!

[intense music]

- Oh, mom's just come in, I'll phone you back later.

[phone beeps]

Hi.

- Hi.

- Gary!

Gary!

[sirens blaring]

- False alarm, I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Mom.

- So, are your parents musical?

- My dad claims he can play the spoons.

I've never heard him.

Seeing as must trains keep better time than him,

I seriously doubt it.

And Mom, she's tone deaf.

- So come you're so musical then, huh?

- Because of them.

They just help me, any way they can.

- Shannon.

- Yeah?

Excuse me.

[phone rings]

- What did the police ask you?

- Oh um, just about Leanne and Gary.

You know if that is Leanne, then--

- Did they ask you about the rings?

- Uh, yeah.

- [Melinda] And what did you say?

- Not much, why?

- 'Cause the Victorian ring, Leanne borrowed it from me.

- Um, have you told the police that?

- No.

- Well hold on, why not?

- My business.

[door creaks]

- [Fez] Why didn't you want to talk to us?

- Because I'd heard you found Leanne.

- [Fez] So?

- I just knew you thought it was me.

- [Fez] And why would we do that?

- Just tell me, is it her?

I have a right to know.

- We're not sure yet.

- [Andy] So again, why didn't you want to talk to us?

- Because I knew you would have heard.

- Heard what, Gary?

- That I hit her.

I know you'd think it was me.

- So you saying it weren't you?

- Yes.

- Who was it?

- Could be quite a few.

- Names?

- Collinson, Carl Watmough,

most of the staff who think they're gonna lose their jobs

when the old hospital closes.

- Why would they wanna see Leanne dead?

- Well maybe not dead, but...

Word had gotten around, she was the whistleblower

on Collinson's waiting list.

That it was her that sold the article to the Argus.

- [Andy] And did she?

- We didn't mean it to end up like it did.

[door creaks]

[lock clicks]

Leanne hacked into his computer.

- And Collinson found out it was her?

- The board told him.

They promised they wouldn't say anything,

but they're on the side of the consultants.

They're scared of them.

I mean they don't want to be seen to be disciplining

their best doctors, oh no, that's bad for the image.

- But you wanted to damage that image.

- No, we just thought it was a good way

of getting back at Collinson.

- Getting back at him for what?

- [sighs] He was a right bastard, I hate him.

So does everyone else.

He wouldn't leave Leanne alone,

the moment she turned him down

the more aggressive he became.

Collinson was used to getting his own way.

Arrogant.

When he realized he was onto a loser,

he thought he'd get at me.

- [Andy] How?

- He booted me off his firm.

It's all I ever wanted to do, neurosurgery.

He screwed me, because he couldn't screw Leanne.

- So you decided to dig up some dirt on him.

- Everybody knew he was up to every trick in the book.

- But didn't you realize it would damage the hospital?

- No, no, we thought it would help the hospital.

Sure, it wouldn't tolerate rogue surgeons

blatantly breaking the rules, but...

We were wrong.

- The night before she disappeared, you had a row.

About what?

- I can't believe it.

That was the last time I saw her.

The newspaper article.

She thought it were my fault that we were sold out.

It was me that settled the deal.

- Deal?

- They paid us 10 grand.

- 10 grand?

I wouldn't get 10 grand if I sold photos

of Marilyn Monroe with Rin Tin Tin.

- Did they approach you?

- No.

It was Carl's idea.

- [Fez] How?

- Watmough.

- I don't have time for this.

- [Andy] Oh no, no, you have a hospital to save.

- Correct.

- He said the Argus would do an article

which would defend the hospital.

- But it came out the total opposite.

- Yeah.

They lied to us and it all went sour.

The press double crossed us,

Leanne was made to look the bad guy.

I didn't get back into neurology,

and Collison walks away scot-free.

[sniffs deeply]

- What you worth, Mr. Collinson?

- More than you, Ms. Miller.

[loud crashing]

- It's better in here.

In there, there's too many people about to cross over.

I to you, into the unknown.

[gasps]

- Polly?

It's all right, darling.

Hold on, it's okay, it's okay.

Guys, will you hurry up and put a pillow behind her.

It's all right, darling, it's all right, I'm here.

I'm here, sweetheart, no worries.

Can you get a consultant?

- [Nurse] Do you know who's on call?

- It's, uh, Mansfield.

Come on darling, it's fine.

You're okay.

- [Nurse] According to this it's Collinson.

- Well, page him.

- Oh my goodness.

Is she having another epileptic fit?

They should get Melinda.

[pager beeps]

- Put that away.

- Might be important.

- Not as important as this.

- How important am I to you?

- [Alisdair] Very.

- 20 grand important?

[door slams]

Am I worth 20 grand or not?

- Who knows?

- Because that's what I'd like.

I'm serious.

- [Alisdair] [laughs] Why would I want to give you 20 grand?

- Because that's what Barry Jemmerson

thought you were worth.

[phone rings]

- It's all right, it's all right, I'm here.

I'm here, darling.

It's okay, it's okay, it won't be long now.

- [Nurse] No sign of Collinson.

- Did you check the paging center,

see if he got the message?

- [Nurse] Ah no, I'll do that now.

- Okay great.

Come on, darling, it's okay.

Shhh.

- If Leanne could get into your computer,

what makes you think I couldn't?

When I saw you with him I just knew

there was something there.

[laughs nervously]

- You're trying to blackmail me?

- I would say just getting paid for being your friend.

[tongue clicks]

- 20 grand?

- I think that's fair.

- [scoffs] You're insane.

- I don't think so.

Sure a lot of people would like to know

about your arrangement with Jemmerson.

I would have thought your career was worth 20 grand to you.

- [Shannon] Come on sweetheart, it's nearly over now.

- The paging center sent a message.

- I need Collinson.

He's gotta be somewhere, will you find him?

Come on, darling, come on.

It's nearly over.

[murmurs comfortingly]

Can you breathe for me now, darling?

- Ah, excuse me.

Mr. Collinson's office?

- Just down there.

- Thanks.

- 20 grand, why give you 20 pence?

[pager beeps]

[handle clatters]

[chokes]

- Can you breathe, sweetheart?

Darling, you're gonna breathe.

[machine alarm beeps]

Dr. Evans!

- Shannon.

- Get the crash trolley.

Come on angel.

[machine alarm blares]

Okay, come on sweetheart, come on, breathe.

[grunts]

[knocking]

[gasps and grunts]

[intense music]

[whistling]

[metallic clanging]

[slamming]

[plastic crinkles]

- Have you ever seen a real murder scene before?

- [Boy] Of course not.

- Then remember who gave you the thrill first.

This will be better than sex.

- You can give me sex any day.

[water burbling]

[whistling]

If we were to do it here, that would be different.

- Gill.

[crackling]

- Come here.

- Jase, Jase!

- Shh, do it here.

- Careful of that.

- Well, whatever turns you on.

[intense music]

[shrieks]

- How on Earth did she get in the waste bin anyway?

[voices chattering]

- It's Melinda Miller.

She was found in a waste bin about five minutes ago.

GCS of four, stable stats.

[voices chattering]

[slow piano music]

[water splashing]

- I've been looking for Collinson,

he's not in his office, have you seen him?

What's happened?

- The young girl, Polly Armstrong.

[grunts]

She had an epileptic fit.

- And?

- Just died.

[sad music]

- There was nothing we could do.

- What happened to Collinson?

- I don't know, he was meant to be covering for Mansfield

but, well we couldn't find him.

- So Collinson was supposed to be in the hospital then.

- Yeah, apparently Dr. Mansfield had to go home.

Her daughter Amy called, she wasn't feeling right.

She's epileptic.

Anyway, I better go phone Polly's parents.

This will be fun.

- Strange Collinson didn't answer his pager.

- He might have other things on his mind.

- [Paramedic] Melinda, you're in resus,

you're gonna be okay.

Melinda, come on Melinda, open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Squeeze my hand, squeeze my hand, Melinda.

[keys rattling]

- Mr. Collinson.

I've been looking for you.

[grunts]

- Come in.

Why don't you?

- Leanne Proctor.

- Good nurse.

- She's been missing a number of days.

We have reason to believe that she's been murdered.

- Murdered?

- We also know that she blew the whistle

on your dodgy waiting list fiddle.

Did you know that?

- Yes.

- Did you speak to her about it?

- No.

Since finding out, I haven't seen her.

- Is it true that you made advances on Leanne?

- Advances?

- Sexual advances.

- No, never.

- Did you have Gary Mileham thrown

off your team because of her?

- That's ridiculous, it's just gossip.

- Is it just gossip that you're having

a relationship with another nurse

by the name of Melinda Miller?

- I was seeing Melinda,

but not anymore.

- Not anymore?

- Natural termination.

[tongue clicks]

- I wanna talk to you again, Mr. Collinson,

but next time you might want your solicitor with ya.

[glass breaking]

[tongue clicking]

[laughing]

- The head was found at the side of the lake by two kids.

It'd be an amazing coincidence

if it weren't Leanne Proctor's.

- What about the search team,

didn't they find anything at her house?

- Nothing that gives any clues about a killer,

but lots of Leanne's DNA.

- [Nurse] Clear.

Charging again. - What are the chances?

- They don't know.

- Our murderer likes incinerators.

Wonder why he didn't dismember her like Leanne.

- Not enough time, too risky?

- The Butcher of Wetherton.

- What are you saying, murderer or surgeon?

- Maybe both.

[plastic rustling]

[phone rings]

- Collinson.

- [Barry] Alisdair, I wondered how you were doing.

- What?

- With McKenzie.

- I haven't had a chance to speak with her as of yet.

- Yes, well they're making the decision

about the hospital within the next 48 hours.

If she came out on our side,

I think it would end it.

- McKenzie might be right, for all I know.

- You didn't think that when you took my cash.

You're letting your personal feelings get

in the way, Alisdair.

Now, I paid you to do a job,

and I would like you to do it, please.

[phone beeps]

[door squeaks]

[sighs]

- What happened tonight, Alisdair?

With Polly Armstrong?

- I don't know, I must not have heard my bloody pager.

- She was 17.

- I'm sorry, McKenzie, it must be very hard for you.

How's Amy?

- She's fine.

It was a false alarm.

[sighs]

[door creaks]

- I'm gonna go now.

- Could you get in your house okay?

- I'm gonna stay in the nurses home tonight.

- I heard you paging Collinson.

You know, if you need anyone

to set the record straight, then I'm--

- Thanks, but I don't think it's gonna come to that.

Especially where Collinson is concerned,

he has a knack of sailing through unscathed.

- Are you okay?

- Um, not really, no.

Melinda's been attacked now.

Someone said they found her down by the incinerator.

[exhales loudly]

I'm sorry.

What is it with my flatmates, huh?

First Leanne, now this.

- Look, do you have far to go?

- No, I'm just, I'm just across the way, I'm fine.

- Get someone to go with you.

[sniffs loudly]

- I'll be fine.

- If you don't get someone to go with you,

I'm going to organize an armed police escort

to accompany you and stand guard

outside your door all night.

- You can be quite forceful when you want to be, can't you?

- I'm not joking.

- Okay, I'll get someone.

- So where does Melinda fit?

- She found out who killed her mate.

We need to build up profiles for both Leanne and Melinda.

- We're trying to contact Leanne's parents.

They live in Spain, so the Spanish police are on the case.

- You need to find out what's

on the hospital's security tapes.

Leanne didn't just disappear, she was attacked

and cut up somewhere before being dumped.

- There'd have been a lot of blood.

- Not from Melinda.

One minute she's on the ward,

less than two hours later she's dumped in a yellow bin.

A lot can happen in two hours.

Do we know where they moved her to?

- ITU, where Peter were.

- She might wake up, start pointing the finger.

[crowd grumbling]

[intense music]

- Morning.

Okay, sir.

[machines beeping]

- Mr. Collinson, just got a call from A and E, head trauma.

They need to know if he's operable.

- Tell them I'll be there in a couple of minutes.

[crowd grumbling]

- Hey, Watmough.

What can you tell me about a newspaper article

the Argus paid 10 grand for?

- Nothing.

- We'll see.

- If I was hiding anything, you know me, you know my family.

We cover our tracks real well.

I learned from me dad, he was always smarter than you.

[dramatic music]

- I'm afraid there's very little we can do.

- What's the prognosis?

- Hard to say.

- Will she survive, and will she recover?

- You know as much as I do.

- Yeah.

- Most of the times we're in the hands of fate.

- Problem is when something happens,

something that you hadn't planned.

- Just have to do what you think is best at the time.

- Should be in A and E.

Let me know if there's any change.

- You know Melinda's seeing him.

Nothing to do with his platinum Amex

and his flash car, of course.

- Is that what Melinda fell for?

- Definitely, yeah.

She's always looking for something.

Her favorite film is Pretty Woman.

Promises overly.

- Perhaps one of her schemes backfired.

- You know, there was something

she mentioned, before she was attacked.

She said that the Victorian ring Leanne was wearing

was hers, and that she didn't want any of you lot to know.

- [Andy] How you doin', Peter?

- All right.

- Be back in a sec.

- Peter, last night, when I was upset.

- It's okay.

- Thanks.

- Blood pressure will be through the roof,

I can tell you that for nothing.

Get a girl anywhere near him, zap, up it goes.

- Andy, Shannon's got something to tell you.

- He's not proposed, has he?

I wouldn't put it past him.

- If they announce that they intend to close this hospital,

then we need to show them that we mean business.

[cheering and clapping]

- We make a counter announcement stating that this hospital

does not function at any level in effect.

We will strike.

[crowd cheers]

- Never!

We fought to keep this hospital open.

How can we then turn around and say we're going on strike?

- [Man] Well what do we do then?

- [Woman] What's our solution?

- I've been told that in the next 48 hours

there's going to be an announcement.

- Mr. Collinson.

- [Carl] When that announcement comes--

- [Andy] Excuse me.

- [Carl] We have to be prepared.

- Look, when we talked yesterday,

you told me that it was all over

between you and Melinda Miller.

- [Alisdair] That's right.

- Well it seems that other people

don't have that impression.

- I don't see how other people could possibly know.

It's between me and Melinda.

- Do you know anything about a ring

Leanne Proctor had of Melinda's?

- I've no idea what you're talking about.

- When Melinda was last seen on the ward,

it was approximately 9:15 last night.

She was discovered in the basement just after 11:30.

Can you tell me where you were during that time?

- I've decided I'm going to take your advice.

I'm not going to answer any more of your questions

'til I've spoken to my solicitor.

Good day.

- How did they miss that?

- The fish were playing football with it.

They're quite handy, some of those gold kippers.

- Not funny, Frank.

- Removing a head can't be that easy.

- It's like the rest of the dismembering,

very neat and tidy.

You're looking for someone who must have

the instruments to hand, and the location.

- Do we know how she died yet?

- [Frank] Yeah, a cerebral aneurism.

- So not strangled or suffocated then?

- No, it's definitely a cerebral aneurism.

About 6% of the population have them.

- Have what?

- A weakness in a blood vessel wall in the brain.

Rarely, it balloons, but then a bang on the head

and it's good night for ya.

- So you're saying she weren't murdered then?

- I'm saying we know she had a blow to the head,

which kicked in the aneurism.

How that blow was inflicted,

that's for you boys to find out.

She could have, of course, just bumped into something.

- Well it's a possibility, but I would think a slim one.

We don't normally slice and dice someone

who's just bumped into something.

Anyway, what I wanna know is what's the connection

between the two attacks.

- Two of the nurses on six have gone home.

Everybody's getting jumpy.

- Why don't you go?

You've got more justification than most.

- And what if you make another

shallow bid for attention, huh?

Somebody's gotta be here to pander to your demands.

Besides, I don't really have anywhere to go.

I don't wanna go back to the house,

it would be too weird.

- You could always use my place, if you want.

- Pardon?

- I have a little flat, it's nothing much.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah.

- Because that would be great.

Hold on, you don't have some crazy old mother

that lives there, do ya?

- No, you're quite safe.

- Ah, well what if I take up squatter's rights?

- I don't think I'd object.

- I've been to see Melinda, is she going to die?

- We don't know, Judith, we hope not.

- Come on, Judith.

Let's leave these people alone now, shall we?

- She's alright.

- Okay.

[machines beeping]

- It's okay, Simon, we're with you.

You're going to be alright.

They're all so young.

[car engine revs]

[sighs]

- This had better be good news.

- There isn't going to be a strike.

- You told me it was a certainty.

- Well it isn't anymore.

It's time for all this to stop.

- I paid you to do a job.

- I didn't know people were gonna die.

- That has nothing to do with me.

- I'm outta this.

- How're you people, you're all the same.

You promise you can deliver,

but when it comes down to it,

well I don't like throwing money down the drain.

This new hospital had better come my way,

or you will owe me.

I always collect my debts.

- Another epileptic.

- Hm, I'm sorry, this must be distressing for you.

- It's okay, it's more distressing for him.

- When this place closes,

God knows what's gonna happen to this department.

- Well won't it just transfer?

- Well yeah, but even if it does, it's still such a waste.

We only moved in here four years ago.

- So this is relatively new.

- Yeah, and it tires quickly.

We used to be in the closed down section.

- Shannon.

Are there operating theaters over there?

- Yeah.

- I really need you to be straight with me, Simon.

Have you been taking your medication?

- It makes no difference.

- So you haven't.

- It used to, but not now.

- How long has this been going on?

Three months?

- Yeah, about that.

- [Judith] Have you seen my jewelry?

- No, no I haven't.

- I'll show it to you.

- You're looking very perky.

Has that nurse Shannon been giving you a bed bath?

- Andy, Leanne's body could have been cut up

in an operating theater.

- I've checked it.

Virtually impossible, security.

- No, there's a derelict section of this hospital,

with operating theaters.

- I was going to give her another one of these.

- That knock on your head's done ya good.

- Lisa said I should always keep my jewelry with me.

She doesn't trust Thomas.

- You were gonna give Melinda another of your rings?

- She really likes my jewelry.

- You mustn't give your jewelry away.

It's very precious.

- Oh, so is she.

- I'll leave you to sort this out.

[door clicks]

[plastic rustles]

- I went to the Argus.

Think I touched a nerve there.

- [Andy] Newspapers always a dodgy lot,

keep an eye on 'em, Fez.

- [Fez] Who do you think knows about this place?

- [Andy] We could be looking at hundreds of people,

most of the staff, past and present.

[door creaks]

[plastic crinkles]

[intense music]

[lights snap on]

This place has been used recently.

- I can hazard a guess at what for.

- Collinson's a surgeon.

He must have known about this place.

His alibis are weak.

- There's also Carl Watmough.

- Watmough?

- He was a med student,

went to the same uni as Gary Mileham.

Did about four years and then dropped out.

- Ah, he'd have the knowledge to do a bit

of slicing and dicing then.

- Yeah, I would think so.

He also knows this hospital as well as anybody.

- Okay, I want this place going over

more thoroughly than my grandmother's parlor.

- It was a bit of a shock.

We got to know her quite well,

with clinics and being on the ward together.

- It was a shock for us all.

[alarm beeps]

- Medication time.

[alarm beeps]

[rattling]

- These are new.

- No, I've been on 'em for a long time.

- [Shannon] How long?

- Uh, about a year now.

- I don't recognize them.

- They're good, they work for me.

Duoprizamil, I've never heard of them.

- Well I haven't had one fit since I've been on them.

- Cyotrand they're, they're American, I think.

- Well you can take the box if you want.

Look them up on the 'net, if you're interested.

[patrons chattering]

- Carl, hey Carl, come here.

Hope you don't mind.

Sorry I spoiled your bonding with the common man.

- This is a member's club.

- Yet I'm fully paid up, which is a bit more than you are.

- What do you want?

- Well to start, I had no idea you had medical training.

You've always been medically certified.

- I don't have time to swap CVs.

- You had time to give one to Barry Jemmerson, didn't ya?

- I've been speaking to the fine director of the arts.

- Oh, DC Lateef, Carl Watmough.

Carl, this is Parvez Lateef.

- She tried to steer us away from the 10 grand

they paid for information.

After we mentioned search warrants and court injunctions,

she decided to come across.

- This bit's really interesting.

- And she told me there'd been a donation of 10 grand

by Barry Jemmerson Construction to the Argus newspaper.

- A donation to a newspaper, very smart.

- You know where this is going, don't you Carl?

10 grand was the exact amount they paid

for information that slagged off the hospital.

- Coincidence.

- Highly immoral and unethical, not coincidence.

- And I'm gonna have fun telling everybody and anybody

that you were the bloke that brokered the deal

with your old mate Gary Mineham and his girlfriend.

Right lads, carry on with your game, don't worry about me.

[TV announcer chattering]

- This is Melinda leaving ward five.

It's 9:15.

Now as far as we know, this is the last time anyone saw her.

She turns into this corridor here,

which doesn't have a camera on it.

And that's the last time we see her.

I've been through all these tapes, there's nothing.

- This corridor here?

- [Woman] Yeah.

- I've been looking for you.

- Come in.

- [Andy] That's where Collinson's office is.

- It was really nice of Shannon to come see me.

- [McKenzie] She was worried about you.

- Because of Polly?

- [McKenzie] Yeah.

- Barry Jemmerson, the chief executive

of Jemmerson Construction tipped to build

and run the new hospital wasn't available for comment today.

The new private funding initiative hospital

is a highly lucrative contract that would be

a multi-million pound deal for the construction company

with the potential for--

- [Amy] What's gonna happen,

with the hospital?

- [Reporter] Government assurances--

- I don't know.

- [Reporter] have always been completely independent--

- My guess is they won't give me anything like

the resources I've got now,

because they're not talking about it.

- [Reporter] Until both sides

of the campaign have been reviewed.

- Bottom line is epilepsy just isn't sexy.

- [Reporter] They'd make a statement saying

they'd just be glad to see the end of the speculation

one way or the other.

Back to you in the studio, Keith.

- [Andy] We've seen these two before.

- It's after this, further on.

Here it is.

These two don't come out the other end.

I mean there's lifts down there,

they could've gone up to X-ray or something.

- Or down to the basement.

Melinda's in the corridor.

She goes into Collinson's office.

They argue, he attacks her.

Then he dresses up in hospital garb,

dumps her in a wheelchair.

Nobody's gonna look twice at them, are they?

That is Collinson and Melinda Miller,

that's gotta be, but we have to prove it's him.

Can we enhance that at all?

- Yeah, but it won't be good enough to recognize him.

- So we have to come up with something else.

- I can't get comfortable.

- [Shannon] All you do is moan.

Here you are with three months off work,

on bill pay, someone bringing you freshly made sandwiches,

and you're still not happy.

- Don't you ever moan?

- [Shannon] Yeah, but I'm an overworked underpaid nurse,

I'm allowed to moan.

[metallic clattering]

- [Peter] Why have you brought me all this?

- Well, it didn't feel right,

me in your flat and you here eating hospital slops.

- But won't we get in trouble if we get caught?

- It's not 'Carry On Matron'

things have moved on a bit since then,

mores the pity.

- These beds are very small.

- Are you moaning again?

- Well have you ever had to try sleeping on one?

- Is that an invitation?

- [Female Nurse] Look, I think it's the only way.

I mean come on, we'd be mad to stay here.

This one's jinxed.

- [Male Nurse] This hospital's jinxed.

- You thinking of leaving?

- I'll tell you what, I'll stay as long as you do.

I think you need the company.

[lips smack]

[chuckles]

[yells in pain]

- Ow, oh, my leg!

- See, there you go again, moan, moan, moan.

[upbeat music]

- You drink all of that?

- You must have had some.

- Oh no, you can't blame me.

You know I don't drink, you won't let me.

- I had Polly Armstrong's parents in today.

- Oh, Mom.

- They asked how you were.

- What did you say?

- I told them the truth, you're fine.

- Am I gonna go the same way as Polly?

- No.

- You don't have to lie to me, Mom.

- I'm not lying to you.

It's not going to happen to you, I won't let it.

And I'm gonna do the washing up.

- That photograph of the young girl, in your flat.

- That's my daughter, Rosie.

I'm divorced.

She lives with my ex-wife in America.

- Oh, so they won't be popping around every five minutes?

- [chuckles] No.

Does that make a difference?

- To what?

I'm just bringing you decent food.

[moans]

- I think that's Simon.

- Dreaming.

- No, they often fit in their sleep.

- Well what about the drugs, can't they control that?

- Well, for 20% of epileptics, there are no drugs.

Amy, Dr. Mansfield's daughter,

she used to have up to 500 fits a year.

Simon was the same.

- But not anymore.

- No, Amy's fine.

She's on some drug I've never heard of,

Duoprizamil or something, I dunno,

but it seems to be doing the trick.

- But not Simon?

- No, no, he's not on it.

He's on the drug that I thought Amy was on.

- Yeah I heard him say he'd stopped taking them.

- Yeah, well it's because they're not working for him.

- What about Polly, the girl who died?

- [sighs] About a year ago, they all started to improve,

all at the same time.

And then three months ago it suddenly all changed.

- Could you do me a favor?

- Yeah, sure.

- Could you find out all you can about this uh duo...

- Prizamil.

- [Peter] Yeah.

- Yeah, I'll look it up.

[loud footsteps]

- The policeman's gone.

[banging]

There's nobody there.

There's no nurses.

- Help me outta bed.

- [Shannon] You can't stand.

- Get a wheelchair.

- So not gonna happen, Peter.

[door clicking]

- I'm gonna, I'm gonna go see what's happening.

- No, Shannon...

Shannon!

[machine beeps]

- Mr. Collinson, do you know where that policeman's gone?

- No idea.

- What are you doing with the diamorphine?

- Just was checking it.

- But that's not your job.

- Don't try to tell me what my job is.

- You're upping the dose.

- Just a little bit, it's fine.

- No you can't, you--

[screams]

[muffled yelling]

- You should have left it.

- Shannon, Shannon?

Shannon!

- Pardon me, Collinson.

[gasping loudly]

Take him away and read him his rights.

[Shannon coughing]

- It's okay, - Come on, Mr. Collinson.

- it's only saline, it's okay.

[breathing heavily]

- You coulda told me what was happening.

- Once we made the call for Collinson,

we had to get everything in place, double quick.

All the ward cleared, cameras rigged.

Anyway, you seemed to be a bit preoccupied at the time.

- How'd you get him to turn up?

- PC Jackson pulls as an agency nurse.

She told him she was on her own,

and it was a bit urgent because Melinda Miller

had just tried to speak.

- Do you think he'll come clean?

- He's got no choice.

I'll uh, see you tomorrow.

* Falling in love again

* Never wanted to

* What am I to do

- You should have told me.

- Are you moaning again?

- Carl Watmough has been a full time union official

for over six years.

His resignation came as a big surprise.

No one was expecting this decision

as he had been such a key player in--

- Did I hear right?

Carl Watmough's resigned.

- Yeah.

- [Reporter] Carl Watmough's main projects.

Both Carl Watmough and the Jemmerson

Construction Company deny--

[intense music]

- Other news concerning the Wetherton Royal Infirmary,

is about an arrest that was made last night

in connection with the murder of Leanne Proctor

and the attack on Melinda Miller,

both nurses at the Wetherton Royal Infirmary.

The arrest, so we are led to believe,

was made in the hospital itself, but as yet--

- Shannon had never heard of these before.

- Heard of what?

- These capsules.

- Shannon was here when you took your medication?

- [Amy] Yeah.

- And you showed her the capsules.

- Well yeah, she took the box to look it up.

I told her to ask you, but she didn't want to bother you.

Is there anything wrong?

- No, perfect.

- Sir? - Yeah?

It's Collinson. - What?

- This was taken the morning Leanne Proctor went missing.

It's from a traffic control camera outside Oldham.

He couldn't possibly have attacked Leanne on that morning,

he were nowhere near the WRI.

Well that means there's somebody else out there.

- Cyotrand have stopped manufacturing Duoprizamil.

Amy is on a banned substance.

- Why would her mother put her on a banned substance?

- I don't know, I mean,

she must have been getting it from America.

It says that there the initial tests were good,

but it was never fully sanctioned in this country.

- So what went wrong with it?

- Well...

You have to be continually upping the dose

to keep the anti-convulsant effect,

but the greater dosage created side effects.

One of which was liver failure.

So they withdrew the drug.

It also says that once the patient came off the drug,

the seizures returned, but worse, far worse.

That, that must have been what happened to Polly,

and the others.

Mansfield must have kept a stock back just for Amy.

- What're you gonna do?

[phone beeps] - Hold on, hold on.

I've got another call, I'll call you back, okay?

- Okay.

- Thanks for coming.

Go through.

Do you want some tea or coffee?

- No, thanks.

[door clicks]

[sighs]

- Peter.

Peter.

We have a problem.

Collinson didn't kill Leanne Proctor.

- So who did?

- We don't know.

What're you thinking?

- Well I've just been talking to Shannon.

The drug Mansfield's been prescribing

her patients has been withdrawn,

but she kept back a batch for her own daughter.

Perhaps Leanne Proctor found that out.

- Did you check up on the Duoprizamil?

I thought you would.

So you know it's been withdrawn.

- Yeah.

- I kept some for Amy.

I've got about six month supply left.

I'm hoping there'll be a replacement drug by then.

- And if there isn't?

- You've seen what happens.

We've got six months.

- Polly didn't even have that?

- Well what could I do?

What would you have done?

- I don't know, I--

probably the same as you.

- I need you to give me that time.

- You're asking me to keep quiet.

- [McKenzie] Yes.

- Not say anything.

- Six months.

[sighs]

Well.

- No, I'm sorry, I can't.

- Why?

- You know why.

- But you just said that you would have done the same as me.

- Well that doesn't make it right.

- You will see Amy die.

- Oh don't.

You think that I want to see that happen?

- Well there's a good chance it will,

she's been on that drug longer than anyone.

- Well you should never have used it in the first place.

- No, no, listen to me, Shannon, listen to me!

- No!

- It's just like Leanne, why can't anyone under--

- Leanne?

But Leanne, Leanne knew?

- J-just just sit down again.

Just sit down and let me te-tell you.

- Tell me what exactly?

What did you do to Leanne?

What did you do?

[smacking]

- It was an accident.

She fell an-and banged her head, I...

I didn't mean to hurt Leanne.

She wouldn't listen.

- So you just cut her up.

You did that?

- Shannon.

Shannon, don't, don't do this.

Nothing could be achieved by doing this.

- Ohh.

[door slams]

[loud slamming]

[phone beeping]

[horn blaring]

- We have to talk.

- I don't want to.

- There's things you need to know.

- Come on, Peter, come on.

Peter, Peter?

- [Peter] Shannon?

- It was Mansfield that killed Leanne.

It was Mansfield.

- Look it's all right, Dalziel's on his way over there.

You just get yourself back here.

- She killed her and she cut her up.

[horn blasting]

[glass shattering]

- Shannon?

Shannon?

Shannon?

Somebody help!

Somebody do something!

- Tried to reason with her.

I thought she'd realize I had no choice.

[crashes]

I had to do it.

- You dismembered her body.

- I'm a doctor, it...

It seemed the logical thing to do.

I mean th-there was no bringing her back.

And I needed the time to find a new drug.

- For your daughter.

- Not just for Amy, it was for all of them.

And it had worked, I mean,

I'd, I'd done it once, another few months

I would have gone to the NHS and showed them the results.

But then they took it off the market.

- Why didn't you go to the NHS at the start?

- Job regulations makes it virtually impossible

to do this kind of research in this country.

I didn't mean Leanne to die.

- What will happen?

About Amy?

- I've told her father.

I just rang him, he says he'll do what he can.

Well that's all any of us can do.

I mean that's all I was doing.

- Have you got a second?

- [Man] I'm sorry Peter, there was nothing we could do.

The ambulance people are talking to me.

Peter?

Peter?

[sad opera music]

[jackhammer banging]

- Out with the old, and in with the new, ay?

- [Peter] That's progress, isn't it?

- As far as the eye can see.

- Won't be long before they knock me down

and put something new in my place.

- [Barry] Amy.

[door shuts]

- What good are we doing locking Mansfield away?

Where's the justice for Amy?

- Or Shannon.

- I'm...

I'm so sorry about her, Peter.

- Yeah.

I know you are.

- Hey, you know what she told me?

Mansfield, she said there's more funding in this country

for leprosy research than there is for epilepsy.

[engine starts up]

Have you ever met a leper?

[upbeat rock music]