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It's as sad as we hate.

Stay there.

It starts in half an hour.

Look, I'm sorry I've told you. I'm not a nine-to-five guy, OK?

I know that.

Look, everyone's looking.

He's in there? Yes, he's in there. All right, thank you.

Abraham's in Jackson, his chauffeur. Right.

So who's Abraham when he's at home?

I don't know about when he's at home, but when he's here,

he's the Babuisian ambassador.

Oh, I see Shannon's arrived.

Who's that?

Name's Pat.

Oh, I see. Where'd you find her?

She's my plumber, you know.

Oh, yeah. Came to fix my ask band.

Look, I'm not very well up on African affairs.

Who's got an interest in killing some jacks?

I don't know. Maybe Cowley's got something on him.

It's got to be high, hasn't it?

Well?

It doesn't make sense, sir. Never make the sense right now.

Let's get out for the people involved. I just picked this up from MI6.

A list of possible terrorist groups who'd like to

stir up trouble between Bambuesi and the West.

Check them out.

Make sure there's a round-the-clock guard in Saint-Jacques.

If these people want him dead badly enough, they'll maybe try again.

You working with us, then?

No, you're working with us.

How'd you work that out?

We got here first.

I've already organized a guard and a staker. It's not a race, you know.

Maybe.

But there's points in it at the end of the day.

Oh, I see. Yes, yes. Well, you need all the ones you can get, don't you?

Don't ask me, love. I'm just a policeman.

I hope there's a lift. Oh.

All right, Shannon, you can get the forensic boys

up here. We scored it right. What would you do?

They've paid you some bread.

Dirty bills in a suitcase at Geneva Airport.

So we scratched the pros?

Less than only one.

It's got to be a first-time amateur, leaving all these traces. The trouble is,

it just makes it harder to find them. Tell you what we have forgotten.

What?

The girls.

Oh.

No, don't get excited. Look at him. I can tell.

It's goodbye, girls. Give you a ring soon. Duty calls.

If we're lucky, we'll get a lift home in the squad car.

I'm sorry, we'll have to take another round. If you want a ride back,

I'll get the sergeant to give you a lift, okay?

Mick?

It's me, Kay.

Look, I know you're in there. How could the chain be on, eh?

Mick!

I'm running out of patience with all this carry-on of yours. Mick!

That's better.

Come on, a bit of shopping done, don't you? A bit of cleaning?

No, no, I'm managing. Look, you don't have to bother.

The best thing is to stay away from me and let me get on with you.

Oh, this is managing, is it?

I think you enjoy giving me all this extra work, don't you?

Look.

Why is this locked? What have you got in here?

Never you mind.

Look, nobody asked you to come up here. You'd rather be forced your way in.

Mrs. Costa, he needs looking after. Do you

think you can cope? That's what they said.

And that's what I'm trying to do.

I'm trying to cope with you and all your crazy moods and ideas.

Listen, Kay.

Nick, you've got to learn to live in the present.

Think about the future, forget the past.

That's what I'm doing.

Maybe I'll stop these things happening again.

But is it right?

Of course it is. If you try, do your best.

I don't think you understand.

Oh, no.

Well, I do understand you've got to eat.

So I'll go down to the shops and stock you up, and I'll come back here and tidy up.

You shouldn't be here on your own brooding, should you?

Kay, listen... No, you listen to me.

You come and eat with us tonight.

And then we'll think about what to do next.

Perhaps you should move in with me and Vic again.

Like you did after what happened to Maureen.

I wanted to speak to your governor.

Mr. Lemon, some trouble is here to see you.

Hey, I don't want no trouble, Mr. Doyle.

That's a good fella.

I don't think I do either.

I want Sylvester.

Well, why would I know where he is? I ain't seen him today,

and don't see him every day. Isn't this the day he collects his, um,

what do you call it? Insurance, eh?

Public relations. Public relations, yeah.

Well, when he shows, tell him to look me up, will he?

What's the trouble? There's no trouble. Just might know something I want to know,

that's all. Nobody needs to get hassled, unless he doesn't look for me.

Well, suppose he don't show here today.

Then you just get out and look for him.

Otherwise, I might have to get a bit naughty.

All round.

Hello, Frank.

Beat it. Don't remind me of the old days.

Not so old for you, eh, Frank?

You know, a little bird tells me that...

You just got back from Babuizi last week.

You guys check everybody in and out of the country?

Yeah, people like you, Frank. Like you used to be.

Now you're legal. Don't make one thing wrong, another thing right. Help.

Here, a large whiskey.

What's this?

Old home week?

Giving a party?

Welcome home, Frank.

Someone tried to score Abraham Saint-Jacques today.

You think I did?

Look at me.

I can't even fire a cat pistol.

Welcome home, Frank.

Give me the latest on these names. I don't understand it, pal. What's in it for me?

Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll stop talking about the old days.

None of this makes any sense.

Why did anybody want to kill Saint-Gilles?

I hear you're looking for me.

So you finally had enough?

Decided to play it smart at last.

Cut yourself in on something easy, Fred.

Just want a few minutes of your time.

Then you can go back to work.

Man, I wish I didn't owe you. Won't cost you anything.

A few friends, maybe. Friends? What friends?

Tell me about Abrahams and Jake.

We're from the same village. We went to the same school.

He's in no action. He's straight, man.

He's a big will in the diplomatic or something. You ought to know that.

I know. He was hit this morning.

Well, they could try again. Either way, we've got to try and stop them.

Why'd it happen, Silv?

Who pulled the trigger?

And most important, who paid him to.

He's not important enough.

It doesn't make sense.

Look, my seal.

But I would have had a sniff if any of the radical brothers were in on it.

These guys needn't be pros. They could be fanatics. I'll check it out, though.

Always had a kind of patriotic feeling for the old country.

Okay, I'll catch you later.

I thought he was troubled.

He is.

All the time.

You get used to it.

Home office blank, MI6 blank.

What about the streets? Blank, or you'd have heard from us, wouldn't you?

Your people are reliable. They can't afford not to be.

Not with what we let them get away with.

Look, my theory is this. You know, this doesn't make sense.

Maybe it's not political at all. That's right. Something in St. Jack's private life.

Go and find out.

That's not our department.

Why not let the local boys handle it if it's not political?

We don't know it isn't, so we are handling it.

That's the way the top brass want it, that's the way I want it. Get it? We get it.

So go and see Saint-Jacques.

And smarten yourselves up a bit.

Cowley. Sir Shannon, have you got anything for me?

We've got the gun. So give me the serial number.

Just look at me.

So, this was your old beat, was it?

Yeah, I started out here.

Must have been great for your arrest record. I mean,

we could have made two drug busts and nailed that

beauty on a 217 while we've been waiting.

Who's the ADVAC?

My partner.

Seen him somewhere.

In a combat jacket.

Yeah, more than likely.

Scratch these names.

Not exactly clean, but there's no way any of

them were in on this Saint-Jacques thing.

And that's official.

Target 2 check in.

Target 2 in position.

Dr. Rees, please go to Westboro.

The one that grew irises?

Yellow irises.

The yellowest irises in all the world!

Right.

How's the wife taking it? I don't know. Want a game?

Got a call. Booked at 1.30. Your run.

Yes? Excuse me.

You are a doctor. Yes.

There's no reason, no reason.

I don't understand. Is there anyone or an organisation with

connections here with an interest in seeing you dead?

Maybe there are some people who wouldn't bother

to send a wreath if I stepped under a bus.

You didn't step under a bus, Mr. Saint-Jacques.

Feels like I did.

Ah, Dr. Norris, I've got the x-rays.

Can you hang on while I look at them?

I've got to give these to Dr. Lee. I'll come back.

Yes, of course.

Nobody at Sylvester has already given a clean bill of health.

A complete waste of our time.

Remember, don't let them plague you with their property.

Call a psychiatrist, if you can get one.

You have a job to do. Get them out, one way or another, as quickly as possible,

for their own good and for the good of everyone.

And never get personally involved.

Until Thursday, then.

Dr. Dyson's been shot.

Crash call, gents lavatory.

Dr. Norris, Dr. Lee asked...

It makes sense.

Crash call, Gents Laboratory.

Crash call, Dr. Norris's office. There's one on already.

Dr. Norris is badly hurt. He's been shot.

Doctor?

No complaint with Maiden Saint-Jacques at all? No, sir.

You made one thing your sake up front.

Somebody just walked in and did this.

Under your very noses.

You had 15 men in this building. What were they doing?

Same as your lot, guarding Saint-Jacques.

Did you see anybody walk in or out?

No.

Well, yes, hundreds of people.

Ordinary visitors. Precisely, an ordinary visitor. Now,

this place is full of patients, porters, orderlies, nurses.

But he's interested in one kind of victim.

Doctors?

Exactly.

Yeah, well, either way, it doesn't involve us anymore.

No way this is political.

Dax was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Oh, no, we've taken enough stick already.

However you slice it, it's up to us to nail this

maniac before he gets any other clever ideas. All of us.

If I get my hands on the bastard who did this, I'll do more than nail him.

He's sick. It'd have to be to do this. Yeah.

If I get to him first, he's gonna be a lot sicker. I won't bring them back, will it?

Dear Mr. Hamilton, I've tried to telephone you without success.

I'm sorry that I have therefore to tell you by letter that

your daughter Cathy has taken a turn for the worse.

Will you please come and visit her as soon as possible? Yours sincerely,

Sister Agatha, Reverend Mother.

Now we'll see if there's any connection.

Nothing and dabs.

Whoever he is, he's a first-timer as far as fingerprint records go.

I've got a link with both weapons, training center, lodgement. Lodgement?

Yeah, looks like our bloke's an ex-soldier.

Mr. Hamilton.

Hello.

We tried to phone you, but they said that I... Temporarily out of order.

Didn't pay the bill.

Perhaps it would have been better for Cathy if you had.

Can I see her?

It was inevitable.

You've always known.

But she can't see me.

There's nothing I can say to make it any easier.

Except perhaps when it happens,

she'll just slip quietly away to where there's no pain ever.

Her soul's as blessed as hers.

She shouldn't have been this way.

If only... There's a reason.

An ultimate meaning, I'm sure.

Oh, yes, there's a reason.

They didn't care, did they?

Her mum is just another woman having a baby, that's all.

Nothing special.

Nothing to get worked up about, was there?

So, they didn't make enough preparations, did they?

They didn't try hard enough.

When things started to go wrong, did they?

That's the reason, isn't it?

That doctors... Statistically,

Cathy and children like her represent a minute

percentage of all births in this country.

Do they?

Yeah, well...

That makes me even more determined to do the right thing.

I'm sure you will.

Really?

It's all you can do.

Soldier on.

Soldier on.

I will, sister.

Thank you.

Now remember, this is what you might call the friendly side.

This is the unfriendly side.

Place the device carefully, with the unfriendly side facing towards the enemy.

Now take cover.

Move!

You don't have to look very hard or even have great powers of imagination to see

what happens if you're standing anywhere near a broadsword mine when it goes up.

It discharges at an enormous velocity, over 1,000 ball bearings,

any one of which can kill at up to a range of 200 yards. Now, pay attention.

And you don't even have to tread on it.

This device is detonated by radio remote control,

as easily as changing channels on a television.

All right, dismissed.

Dismissed!

Here are the reports.

You remember, don't you, Sergeant?

That was all of three years ago, sir.

I was still taking an instructor's exams.

I was working as a clerk in the Arsenal. You weren't very good, were you?

Spotted it, didn't I? The system's adequate for defeating

large-scale thefts of arms and explosives,

but small stuff like that goes in and out all the time.

Recruits lose their equipment.

Every six months we drag the swamp and come up with an amazing collection. Yeah,

thanks, Captain. We haven't lost any tanks yet,

but this still adds up to quite a haul. I mean,

M25s, A45s, broadsword mines, two dozen lost.

And the inquiry established nothing positive.

Every man on the base at the time was cleared of all suspicion.

We concluded, therefore, it was an old boy, so to speak.

Someone who knew the camp intimately could sneak through security.

There was no way we could follow up on every man who'd served here. Yeah, well,

maybe we can. I want a list of everyone who has served here,

left the service or been transferred, say, six months prior to the theft.

That'll be like hunting for a needle in a haystack. That's right.

Some needle.

Time to feed the baby.

Looks like the day-to-day reporting of the Hundred Years' War.

Not only 90 years, though.

It's all the people who died in that hospital in the last ten years.

Will you have this fed by the time Bodie gets back?

If he's coming on foot.

A link between a hospital patient and a soldier at Larchmont.

Ask it what the odds are.

In other words, lousy.

But you could be right.

Why else would he go back to the hospital again if the building itself,

something that happened there, isn't the reason?

Maybe he's got a death wish.

I noticed. He wishes some doctor's dead and makes his wish come true.

No, seriously. I mean, the way he just walked in there,

walked out there in broad daylight. Damn it, that helped him.

Nobody expects that sort of atrocity to happen.

It's as if the sheer enormity of the thing made him...

He's looking for a comparable punishment.

He wants to get caught.

He wants to do it. He doesn't want to do it. It's a fairly common syndrome.

I've come across it before.

Okay, okay, a wee bit less Freud and a lot more action.

Sure. I think we've got another problem now. Like what? Oh, well,

you don't want to hear it, do you?

It's just more Freud. Like what?

Like what's he gonna do next.

Hello. Hello, Father. It's, uh, Mickey Hamilton.

Remember?

Yes, yes, of course. I'm glad you're here after so long.

Father, the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away.

Isn't that right?

Yes, yes.

Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.

Do you wish me to hear your confession?

Have you committed some sin?

It's not what we do.

It's why we do it. I mean, is it a sin to try to save life?

To prevent suffering?

No, of course not.

Even if other people suffer in the process?

Sometimes we have to be cruel to be kind.

Remember too, we can also kill with kindness.

Is that a sin?

To kill with kindness?

Is a figure of speech a sin?

I can hardly say it is without knowing more about it. It isn't a sin.

The Lord said, thou shalt not kill.

But killing with kindness may be different.

Will you bless me, Father?

Were your motives pure?

Yes, Father.

For the sake of the children.

For the sake of their mothers.

Will you bless me?

For the sake of the children and their mothers.

Yes, you have my blessing.

Thanks.

Here's the connection.

Get the address.

We'll try and pick him up.

Well, this is the address on the hospital records.

Looks like he's moved. He's been rehoused, Doyle.

Get back to the hospital.

See what else the records can tell us about Michael Arthur Hamilton.

We'll get over to the council. They must have details of his new address.

Good.

Never could stand the smell of hospitals myself.

I'm not talking about records. This is human beings we're dealing with.

Can you remember?

Look, the baby was born, what... Seven years ago, here in this hospital.

And the mother died four years ago. In this hospital.

Come in.

Ah, sister. Won't you sit down?

It's a long time, that's my point. Not for him.

Other people died here yesterday in this hospital.

Do you think he did it?

Because of what happened to his family?

Looks that way. Annie might be planning something else.

Sister Noelle remembers the case. Perhaps you can help.

Yes, I remember.

He claimed that she would have lived if she'd been treated in time.

Would she?

Frankly, I don't know.

It was a massive overdose, but... The child

was treated here too, and that went badly.

The baby had, um, doxim... Oximophilia.

That would cause terrible brain damage.

Oh, the poor man.

Now he's on a killing spree.

Have you talked with the sister?

The ward sister?

No.

She handled all the arrangements after the death.

He had broken down.

I think she said he had to go into an institution.

That's not on the records.

It wouldn't be.

That's just the patient's history. You need to look into the necrology,

what happens after they die.

I've got a relative, Hamilton's sister. Good. Is it in London?

Yeah, over. Well, get over there and check it out.

We've got Hamilton's new address. Chase through the local council. We're on our way.

Final P.A. tests, jock.

Speed, bonnie book, and bird on the wing.

Never mind. I only want the level.

Testing one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Testing one, two... I think I got mad about the tree here.

It's on the top floor.

Out of order.

What floor did he say he lived on?

25th. 25th?

2-5. Why aren't you going to the sisters? I had my ambulance. This is it.

This is the address. My Hamilton lives here, too.

Penthouse. Come on, the stairs. I'll tell you on the way up.

Mrs. Costa?

It's about your brother. He's not here, is he?

Yes?

No, he never comes down here. I have to go upstairs to see him.

I do a bit of cleaning for him, a bit of shopping.

Well, what's he done? He might be upstairs, then.

Well, he's in and out all the time.

One of you.

What's he done?

What's he done?

You'd better sit down.

It's that bad.

What's he done?

You've been expecting him to do something bad, have you?

Well, he's been a bit funny since he came out of the institution.

Of course, he's not been himself since Maureen's death.

You know about that?

Yeah, a little.

What's he done? Please, tell me.

I'm afraid there's no easy way to tell him.

We think he did this.

Oh!

But once, you can go in without me.

I'm not back in 10 minutes, send up the same band, okay?

No one home.

How many... What rooms?

How many flights was that?

About 25.

If his mind is anything like the state of this place... That's him with Maureen.

And that's them with Cathy.

You got the address of the home?

Oh, yes, I'll get it for you.

It's near Reading.

That's them on their wedding day.

Can I borrow this for a bit?

Yes.

We're running out of time, Mrs. Costa.

Hey, here's the arsenal.

At least now we know what he... When did you last take the CI-5 physical?

What it looks like.

You know, the army said he had some broadsword lines.

He seems to have got his grenades.

Maybe you were right.

Of course.

What about? About what he's going to do next.

If the stuff's not hidden somewhere else,

he's running loose with enough explosives to

cause a very big hole in some part of London. Oh, yes.

I've got the address of the people that look after the kid. Maybe he's gone there.

Well, check it out, then, for God's sake!

I know it's a daft question, but...

What do you get at an international medical conference?

Doctors.

Lots of doctors.

Shannon, get the place cleared till we've had a chance to search. Right.

Top left exit, top right exit, kill loading bay, go!

Testing, testing, one, two, three, four. Testing, one, two, three, four.

Testing, one, two, three, four.

Sam, seal the building, now. Let no one in or out. Right.

Cowley, CI-5, install foam squad. This way.

Doyle, can you see him?

Maybe he's gone.

Yeah, well, let's do likewise, eh?

Must make sure. He's sick. He could do anything.

He's not here. I think he is.

Look, there's a whole bomb disposal squad sitting

on the backside just aching to get in.

Mr. Hamilton! Oh, it's you.

We know what you've done.

You know why you did it.

If I press this detonator, you, me, and your friend down there, we all get it.

He's not a doctor.

Neither am I.

You're getting all of this. Yes, Doyle, loud and clear. Good, I'm going after him.

I'll leave the radio open.

Shannon, can you get a position on him?

Just give me time.

Got it all wrong, Mr. Hamilton. Have I?

Have I?

Yeah.

See?

There's no doctors up here. It's just you and me.

That's a waste of good explosive, isn't it?

Killing with kindness.

I've been absolved.

Come any closer, I'll cut this all down.

I've seen what these things can do, you know.

Yeah, so have I.

I've come to know quite a lot about you, Mickey. I've just been talking to Kay.

Kay?

Yeah.

She showed me some snapshots of you, Kathy, Maureen.

I've got a couple on me if you'd like. Don't talk about it.

They're why I've got to do this, you see.

I'm on the catwalk now.

Shannon's in a good position. How are you doing?

Keep Shannon muzzled. I think we can handle it.

You think I'm a maniac, do you?

No, you don't understand. I'm not doing this for revenge.

I'm thinking of the future.

The pain and the suffering.

I'm going to save.

No, you're not.

You think they killed your wife? She killed herself. Don't say that.

She took an overdose.

She blamed herself for Kathy.

That was their fault too.

Now she's... dying.

She's only seven.

Where should they get away with it?

Hold it, Tennant.

Come on, Mickey.

They did their best. They're not superhuman.

No.

No, they're animals.

Uncaring animals.

And by killing those doctors,

you rob other people even with a chance to pull through.

Why do I care?

Other people.

Maureen's dead, isn't she?

Okay.

Right, now, a woman comes into hospital tonight with an overdose.

No doctors.

No doctors, because you kill them all.

So she dies.

Yeah, think about it.

I killed him.

And it's over.

My child's gonna die. She's gonna die.

Your child was injured because there aren't enough doctors.

Shut up! It hasn't been over! How did you know?

How about the overdose and everything?

It's part of the job.

Huh?

How did you know I'd be here?

Found the paper in your flat.

So, you saw Kathy too, then?

Your little girl? Yeah.

Uh, no.

No, we never saw Kathy.

Well, she couldn't have told you anything.

I suppose that's why you didn't see her?

Yeah, I suppose so.

She's what this is all about, you know?

You ought to have seen her.

Go and see her, if she's still.

Go and see her.

Maybe you'll find out why I thought, I mean,

I really thought they shouldn't get away with it.

Good devil.

Don't you forget what this was all about. They're burying three doctors tomorrow.

Together they left eight children. Still.

Somebody should have helped him before. Maybe nobody could have.

I don't believe that.