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Enough.

Get out of the way.

Get off!

Aah!

Leave me alone!

You're a thief and a liar!

Mum, where are you?

Where are you?

Mum?

Ah, Clare. I was...
I was just leaving.

I got these for you, as I knew
the baby must be almost due.

I didn't buy clothes, just
a mobile and a teddy bear.

Doug.

Putney. Something
about Brian Hall.

Commander Blake,
this is D.S. Matt Newton,

and you know D.C.
Marian Randall over there.

Yeah?

Shit.

Nice to be working
under you, ma'am.

When did it happen?

Adorable.

- That's lovely.
- A teddy bear.

No, listen, just
give me the number,

and I'll get back to you.

Uh-huh.

Clare, can I have a word?

You remember Brian Hall,
my D.S. before Matt here?

- Yes, of course.
- Oh, I'm meant to be with Zoe.

Uh, Marian, can you
give the wife a call

and tell her I'm on the way?

Well, he had a few
problems, slap on the wrist,

a few internal
misconduct issues as well.

Drink. I know. What's happened?

Well, I haven't
got the full story,

but it seems he's
in a pack of trouble.

Is he still suspended?

Yeah, yeah, but there's been
an incident at his mother's.

Doug, Zoe's mobile's off.

Zoe, I've been waiting for you.

I don't like going in on me own.

Oh, sorry. Let me help.

Thanks.

Here. I wanted to show
you this. Picture of my scan.

Aw. Do you know what
you're having, a boy or a girl?

Yeah, but Doug doesn't know,
and if he doesn't get here today...

Oh, thank you.
Have you had yours?

Yeah, I've got mine.

Oh, Jerry, you made it!

That's nice. He
must have got leave.

I'll be bloody leaving
Doug if he doesn't show.

He's not been to one...
Not one single class.

Oh, it's good see you!

He was too drunk
to be interviewed.

But it's not looking
very good, you know.

She was found
bludgeoned to death.

Christ, he isn't capable of
doing something like that.

Killing his own
mother. I can't believe it.

I mean, I know he's
had his problems.

He was always in
the betting office.

Oh, shit. I'm not gonna make it.

Me mum was gonna come with me,

but she was that
pissed out of her head

this morning when I left.

Oh, I couldn't be doing

with getting into another
slanging match with her.

And, partners, use your hands
to give support to the back.

Gently stroke up
either side of the spine.

Down the sides of the back.

To the top of the buttocks.

And back up.

And relax.

Oh, that's lovely, that.

Do you want to,
um, give Zoe a go?

I've asked you here, Clare,

because I'm concerned about
this awful business with D.S...

Detective Sergeant Brian Hall.

I don't have all the details.

Whatever the circumstances,

he's still a serving
officer with the Met.

Yes, he is, albeit
under suspension.

He could be a
magnet for bad press.

I want you to oversee
the situation personally.

We've had enough
attacks from the media

regarding officers being
given preferential treatment.

Well, as I said, I
don't have all the facts

regarding D.S.
Hall's involvement

with his mother's death.

Then get them,
and put this to bed

as quietly and as
swiftly as possible.

So you want me to handle it?

Clare, I want you to oversee
the investigation full stop.

Full stop.

It's kicking. I'm
kicking, I'm kicking.

Well, now you know how I feel!

- It's unbelievably heavy.
- Isn't it, though?

There's no point in
giving me one of them.

I haven't got a fella,
never mind a husband.

I hate this.

I hate it.

I can't wait for it to be over.

What about the father?

I hate him, too.

He doesn't know, and even if
he did, he wouldn't give a shit,

'cause he's
already got two kids.

But your mum will take
care of you, won't she?

Yeah.

I'm very happy.

Okay.

Ma'am.

He probably picked up
the poker from the fireplace,

and he may have used both hands,

or maybe just a strong
right-handed movement,

taking a great swing across...

What have we got that's fact?

The blood distribution
and injuries suggest

she was struck once whilst
standing up about here.

Objects knocked off the
mantelpiece, and then she fell.

See the low-level-impact
splatter on the wall

and cabinet?

She was on the ground
when she was struck again.

So he'll have a lot of
blood on his clothes?

Possible, but there are
always exceptions to the rules.

It's likely there is blood on
your attacker's shoes, though.

Clear marks here.

And we have two
more fainter ones.

Get your suspect's footwear to
us, and we can make comparisons.

And what's that
mark on number four?

They don't appear
to be footwear marks.

Under light source, they look
like faint hand marks in blood.

It could be your man
was crawling around

on his hands and knees.

Do we have a time frame?

Ah. Did you know
about the clock?

Smashed. Stopped at 6:30.

It may not be relevant
to the time of the assault,

but, uh, once the postmortem
is completed, we'll know more.

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

- Something turned up.
- Well, you didn't.

I told you, didn't I?

I told you how much
this meant to me!

You won't believe
what's happened.

I don't want to know.

Zoe, I'm missing a padding.
Did you put yours back?

I told you, didn't I?

I said to you, "Don't
come in a patrol car."

Yeah, well, I wanted to
get here as fast as I could.

Well, I'm glad
you didn't make it.

I haven't told no one
about you being a copper.

Why not?

Oh, come on!

One of them in the
group, she's done time.

I don't want people
knowing my business, Doug.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I really am.

What's that?

Have you been shopping?

Oh, this is lovely.

Oh, Dougie, I was
beginning to think

that you didn't
give a toss, but...

Oh, Dougie!

Oh, there's some
beautiful things.

Yeah, well, uh, I
thought you'd like them.

The woman next door?

She's been in and out,

but I've not taken a
statement from her as yet.

Well, as they're
still busy inside,

I think I'll go and
have a word with her.

Can I get you a
cup of tea, officer?

That's very kind of
you, but, no, thank you.

Yeah, I'd love a...

No. I'm fine, thanks.

I couldn't help but
hear him shouting.

I'll smash it in!

And then he was
kicking the door,

wanting his mother to open it.

What time was this?

Oh, after 6:00.

And you called the police?

Yes.

She was scared of him
when he was like that.

And when... when I saw
what he'd done to the door

and heard her s-screaming...

I have known her for 25 years.

She was a lovely person,
so friendly and kind.

She worshipped him.

But you just said she
was scared of him.

W-When he was drunk.

Been a terrible trouble for her.

And being her only son...

We will need to take a full
witness statement, Mrs...

- Sutton.
- Sutton.

I'm a widow like poor Joan.

My husband died 10 years ago,

and Joan lost hers six,
maybe seven years ago.

You went into the house?

Can you take us
through what happened?

She was lying on the floor.

B-Blood everywhere, and...

he... he was standing
with the poker in his hand.

Thank you very
much, Mrs. Sutton.

I appreciate you talking to us.

Do you want to take
me to the police station?

Not for now, no.

We'll get someone in
to take a full statement.

Here we are.

Right. Um...

Do you want anything to eat?

No. My legs are all swollen.

Oh, it just kicked.
Feel it, Doug.

No, I'll just get
a sandwich, eh?

Doug, sometimes I feel like
you really don't want to know.

You've got to, Doug. I
can't do this on my own.

You don't even
want to feel it kicking.

Let me just get
something to eat.

I'll have to get
back to you, Doug.

No, I can't talk right now.

No, I haven't, because they're
waiting for him to sober up.

I'm still at the
house. Okay. Bye.

Was this back door open?

Yep.

Local boys arrived,

and, uh, according to
them, he didn't resist arrest.

He was so pissed,
he could hardly talk.

Mrs. Sutton said he
had the poker in his hand.

Yeah. He dropped it.

Front door, just there.

So we got a clear
footprint in the blood there

and then more half prints
towards the back door.

So we need that comparison
with Brian Hall's footwear

as soon as possible.

I'm going out. I won't be long.

Where?

Case I'm on... moral support.

Terrific.

Yeah, I won't disturb you.

I'll, uh, I'll sleep
on the spare bed.

Yeah, you do that.

And when you pass the nursery,

you have a look at how much
moral support's needed there.

You do want this baby, Doug?

I never wanted it.

We were going through a bad
patch when she got pregnant.

We even talked
about splitting up.

Well, you didn't, and
now she's pregnant.

And I'll deal with it, but
it's my business how I do.

Now, can we go and see
what we can do for Brian?

Who is it?

It's me... Shena. Can I come in?

Oh, my God. What's
happened to you?

I'm scared he's
gonna hurt himself.

I'm not going in there.
He's like a caged animal.

Jesus God. Where's
the bloody FME?

Never mind that. Open the door.

Shall I get the keys?

I'm not going back there, Zoe.

You can stay here with us.

Well, until... When's
your due date?

Next week. When's yours?

Do you want a drink?

Same. No.

You shouldn't be
drinking, Shena.

Oh, it's only cider.

It's like apple juice.

Come on. Have one with me.

Or won't your fella approve?

The way he's behaving, I
think he's in some kind of denial.

Calm down, mate.
It's Doug. Come on.

So, do you still have sex?

No. I think he thinks if
he does, he'll squash it.

He's not touched me for months.

Well, just do it doggy-style.

That's what just created
the scene at home.

Oh, it's a long story,

but me stepdad is 12
years younger than me mum,

and he and I... mm-mm.

Your stepdad?

He's never been
one to me or Sharon.

That's me sister.

He's been feeling me up
since she brought him home.

Anyways, me mum comes home,

catches us at it,
and whacks me one.

I said to her... I said,
"It's a bit late for that now.

You should have kept
him off me years ago."

Is he the father?

Christ, no. No, it's
some other fella.

I told you, but he doesn't know.

Zoe.

Zoe.

Zoe.

Zoe.

- What's going on?
- Oh, don't start.

Got a terrible headache.
Can you get us a coffee?

Were you drinking last night?

Who's she?

Girl from the maternity class.

Don't wake her.

Where's me slippers, Doug?

My ankles are so swollen.

Even my nose feels swollen.

Doug?

I was trying to
talk to you, Doug.

This is stale.

Oh, well, excuse
me for not rushing off

to the nearest Tesco's.

Do you want an egg?

I want some affection,
Doug. That's what I want.

But you're acting like I
disgust you or something.

Well, I'm sorry. I
had a bad night.

I didn't want to disturb you.

Thank God.

If I'd have got into
bed with you two,

I'd have had a heart attack.

Well, you just might
be seeing more of her,

'cause she's got
no other place to go.

I don't want to know, Zoe.

She's got nowhere to live, Doug.

And we've got no room,
apart from a nursery.

You're gonna have a baby, Zoe.

Oh, really? Oh, you
noticed, did you?

I think me waters have broke.

I'm soaking wet.

Doug will drive you to the
hospital, won't you, Doug?

I'm scared, Zoe.

They're keeping him in
hospital for observation,

but nobody as yet has,
uh, been able to make

any sense out of him.

- He's still got the DTs.
- Oh, terrific.

I've had a bloody awful morning
down at the maternity unit.

Zoe?

No, some friend she's picked
up at these bloody classes.

Nightmare.

Apparently they waded through
a flagon of cider last night.

That could do it.

Or they say a big
curry brings them on.

My wife had our first after
a plate of lamb vindaloo.

Contractions only
lasted a couple hours.

Is there anything
you're not an expert on?

Do you want to
come into my office?

Give him a break.
It's his first case.

He's just keen to impress.

They're sending
over a solicitor.

But the reality is, unless
there's some other evidence

to disprove he killed
Mrs. Hall, then that is it.

Nah. I don't believe it.

CPS think they've already
got enough to charge him,

so the interview is
largely a formality.

Oh, my God. I've
known him for years.

I've never seen him
aggressive, let alone violent.

He was pretty
violent last night.

You've also got a woman
with her head caved in, Doug.

If he did kill her, he's going
to have to pay the price,

drunk or not.

He may get manslaughter
or diminished responsibility.

- Oh, what a mess.
- Yes, it is.

And we can't be seen to
be doing Brian any favors.

Clare, I can't just
give up and walk away.

Well, you might have to.

Have you applied
for paternity leave?

No.

I don't want it.

And I don't need it either.

He was a good D.S.

I don't know what set
him off destroying himself.

Probably a woman.

I never went out with him
socially, bar the odd pint.

Maybe you never knew him, Doug.

Hmm.

You ever wanted any children?

Yeah, I would have liked.

But the time and the
partner was never right, so...

Then one day you wake up
and know there'll never be any.

Uh, neighbor to the
left is Edna Sutton.

She was the woman
who called the police.

She doesn't miss
much. Good morning.

Ma'am.

As you can see, the front door
has been forced, glass broken,

and this door here is leading
through to the living room,

where her body was found.

Neighbor heard Brian
kicking the door in.

Came in and saw him.

So he hits her over
the head with the poker

and then steps over
her into her blood.

I need some air.

I find this all hard
to take, you know.

Mrs. Sutton?

I was going to ask if
you wanted a cup of tea.

I've been ferrying teapots
back and forth to the officers.

I see you've got your own back
entrance through the fence here.

Well, we saw each other
every day... or most days.

She was my best friend.

How is he... Brian?

Not too well.

So you knew Mrs.
Hall very well, then?

I-I-I did.

She was a lovely person.

I can't quite believe
what happened.

Nor can I.

Zoe?

My money's gone.
I've been robbed, Doug!

Yeah. Just stay where you are.

I'll be there.
Yeah. N-No. Just...

Yeah, I-I said I'll be there!

Thanks, Mrs. Sutton.

So embarrassing
standing at the checkout

and not having the money to pay.

They'd packed all my shopping.

There's a taxi, love.

I know I had the money. I
had a £50 and a £20 note.

She's nicked it.

You'll probably find it at home.

The little bloody cow!
It was in my purse.

What's with you, Doug?
Don't you believe me?

No, I do believe
you. Let's just, uh...

Let's just hope you find it.

Okay.

Okay. In you get.

All right. I'll see you later.

Aren't you coming with me?

Zoe, I'm at work,

and I got Commander Blake
waiting for me at the station!

Oh, well, don't, for God's sake,
keep Commander Blake waiting!

Sorry.

Brian Hall's clothes.

Heavily bloodstained
shoes, jacket, trousers, shirt.

We're still waiting for DNA.

What about the poker?

Checking the prints on that.

You seen these?

Betting slips.

Mm, and from the
day of the murder.

Let's get on to
the betting shop.

Ma'am, you asked me to do some
checking up on Mrs. Hall's area.

The Safer Neighbourhood
team said there's been a number

of burglaries in the
area with similar M.O.,

quite a spate of them.

They reckon they're targeting
elderly women living alone.

Have you got the details?

Do you want me
to check them out?

Yes. That would be a good idea.

Will you keep an
eye on him, please?

Are you starting to think
someone else might have done it?

To be honest, no, but we have
to check out every possibility.

D.C.I. Doug James. Just
came by to check up on him.

Hiya, mate.

It's Doug.

You got yourself in a
bad way, didn't you?

It's all right. It's okay.

Just take it easy.

Just breathe steady.

That's it.

I'm trying to fathom it all out.

What about your mother?

You gonna talk to me about her?

I fucking hate her.

Hm.

That's not really

what I want to be
hearing right now, Brian.

Do you remember any of it?

Was there an argument?

Always.

Is that why you did it?

What did I do?

- Oh, hi, Zoe.
- Hi.

- Have you come to see Shena?
- Yes.

It's a boy... 8
pounds, 4 ounces.

I've just been to the shop 'cause
she wanted some Lucozade.

Me and Doug brought
her in this morning.

- Is she okay?
- Oh, she's fine, yeah.

That's youth for you.

Baby's got a bit of jaundice,

so won't be out for
a couple of days.

- How are you?
- Ooh, tired.

Jerry got called back to
base, so I've been on my own.

But he'll be back for the birth.

And as soon as the baby's
born, we're getting married.

I'd love for you to be there.

Thank you.

She's just in a bed on the end.

When are you due?

Are you having it here?

No, at home. That's
why Jerry's got leave.

Oh, at home. I'd
have liked that.

I'm having mine here.

I was only in
labor for five hours,

and I'm telling
you, it was terrible.

Agony. Oh.

I screamed the place
down, didn't I, Mum?

Yeah. Nearly yanked
me arm out of its socket.

Yelled her head off
at the first contraction.

And the language! Phew!

He's got a bit of jaundice.

That's why he's not with me.

Aw, and he's dead big, isn't he?

And he's got all this hair.

There you go.

Aw, thanks. I got her Coca-Cola.

Shena, last night when you come
'round, did you see any money?

Only when I went to do a
shop and opened my purse, it...

What are you saying?

Well, it was in my purse, Shena.

What are you saying?

Are you saying she's took it?

Look, I haven't
touched your bag.

There was no one else around,
Shena, and 70 quid's missing.

I think I'd better go.

Yeah. Why don't you piss off?

You trying to tell me she's
nicked your fucking money?

What do you think she is?

And what do you think you are,

coming here when
she's just had a baby,

making accusations like that?

You should be
ashamed of yourself, love.

- Uh, can you keep it down?
- Whatever.

Zoe, I'm going. Do you
want to come with me?

If you wasn't pregnant,
I'd knock you off your feet.

Well, you didn't
have that problem

when you slapped her
around last night, did you?

You what?

Look, I just want
the truth, all right?

In fact, better still, give
me back the money.

I know she took it, 'cause
there was no one else there.

- Mum, leave her, will ya?
- Who do you think you are,

coming in here,
making accusations?

Why don't you piss off? Come on.

This is no place for
a shouting match.

Oh, hi.

Mrs. James. Zoe
James. Where is she?

Oh, yes. She's through there.

Right. Thanks.

Hi. Right, what's happened?

Oh, Doug, I'm sorry,
but she hit me first!

Who hit you?

Get off!

I'm not responsible

for any bleedin'
damage in this hospital!

My daughter's just had
a baby, and that woman...

- Calm down!
- Get off!

That woman just attacked me!

I want a word with you.

That's my wife in there
with a bruised face.

Oh, is she?

Well, she'd accused my
daughter in there... get off!

Of nicking money
out of her purse,

came in here making threats,

and then smashed
into the ward trolley!

Is this true?

You calling me a liar?

Ask the nurse! She'll tell you!

Dragged the curtain
down and kicked me!

Shut up!

Who the fuck are you,
telling me to shut up?!

I'm her husband, so
stop mouthing off at me!

And I've just come here to sort
this out and take my wife home!

And if you hadn't
noticed, she's pregnant!

My daughter's just had a baby!

And your wife is
itching for a fight!

She started it!

And I'm finishing it!

Now, get her out of my
face! I'll pay for any damages.

That's big of you, isn't it?

I could bring charges
against you, you know.

I wouldn't argue with me, love.

I can have you
arrested for assault!

Now, go away before
you make me really angry!

Dickhead.

She really needs to go
home. She's very distressed.

And I'm really quite
concerned about her.

Would you like
me to stay with her?

No. I'm here.

Thank you very much.

- Oh, okay.
- Thanks.

Thanks, Fiona.

All right?

Oh, dear.

Apparently Zoe started
some sort of a fight.

What, in the maternity ward?

Yeah. Proper fisticuffs.

Is Doug in?

Hm, don't know. You
hear about what happened?

What?

His wife had some kind
of altercation at the hospital

on the maternity wing.

- An altercation?
- Yeah.

Some woman Zoe
knew attacked her.

And, well, you know
how their hormones

are all over the place
when they're pregnant.

Turned into a wrestling match.

Thank you, Matt.

When I want you to elaborate
on my business, I'll let you know.

In the meantime, get
these CPS requests sorted.

Come into my office?

Marian, coffee.

Anyway, I've taken her home.

She's got a shiner
and a few bruises.

I'll have to cough
up for any damages.

- Any news from the lab?
- Yes.

I got a call to say
Mrs. Hall's blood

has been found
on Brian's clothes.

The prints on the
poker belong to him.

They haven't done a profile
from the blood on the poker,

but I'm expecting it to be a
mixture of his and his mother's.

Has he been discharged
from the hospital yet?

No. He's still suffering
from acute alcohol poisoning.

Look, I took these.

Well, I-I booked them
out of the exhibit store.

They're the keys to his flat.

You said you knew his address.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course.

Ma'am, here's the file
on the Putney burglaries.

It's all small-time stuff.

It's looking like
a waste of time.

I'll be the judge
of that. Thank you.

We need to search his
flat before he's interviewed.

His defense will scrutinize
everything, as will the press.

He's a serving officer.

The hospital
administration department

just called about the damages.

Do you want the invoice
sent here or to your home?

How much is it?

£350.

Christ.

Only Zoe could team up with
a girl from her maternity group

whose family are
a gang of thieves.

The mother's a classic
case... Adele Davis.

She's been done for shoplifting

and other petty criminal
offenses stretching back years.

You sure we've got
the right address?

That's what it said in
his file... number 28.

So Zoe was right?

What?

Zoe was right about
her purse being stolen.

She could be. She
can't prove it, though.

But you checked out that
woman. What's her name? Adele...

Davis.

28's at the top, I think.

Oh!

Smells like it's been
shut up for years.

Take a look in here.

Let's get some air in here.

He's a widower, Doug.

Five years.

Death certificate here
for a Connie Hall, age 38.

Died of cancer.

I never knew.

Maybe you're right.

Worked alongside him for
years, and I never knew him.

Look at his bank statements.

Five years ago, he had
30 grand in his account.

You can see his wages going in.

Well, he's 3 1/2 grand
overdrawn at the latest.

Did his mother have money?

I don't know.

Her little house
must be worth a bit.

It was nicely furnished.

Lots of medical bills.

The Grace Fortune
Hospice in East Cheam.

I suppose for his wife.

And this is interesting.

It's a letter from his mum.

"Dear Brian, I never
liked Connie much.

She was never
good enough for you,

but you refused to listen to me,

and now you expect me to
hand over thousands of pounds.

You say for medical bills,

but I've grown never to
believe a word you tell me."

"I want your father's
wristwatch back.

I know you took it
from my dressing table,

and you know how
much it means to me."

It goes on like that.

"Love, Mum."

So he's heavily in debt.

He needed money.

There are letters
from his landlord.

He was about to be evicted.

He's got a motive, Doug.

We're gonna have
to disclose this.

I fucking hate her.

So it is with some trepidation,

but also enthusiasm,

that we will next be
turning our attention...

Sir, it's Zoe. It's urgent.

Oh, Christ. What's she done now?

Well, she's in an ambulance,
and she's on her way to hospital.

It's the baby. The
baby's coming.

Doug, with me, come
on. Which hospital?

Uh, I can't remember. I
can't... I can't bloody remember.

- Bring 'round Marian.
- Royston. The Royston.

Come on.

It wasn't due until next week.

Yeah, Mrs. Zoe James...
Is she in hospital?

Maternity. She's having a baby.

Oh, well, I don't
fucking know, do I?

They don't know if she's
there. Left here. Take a left.

Yeah, I'm her husband.

I got a message to say that
she was in an ambulance.

Mrs. Zoe James. Zoe James.

Next right!

Cyclist on your left! Move over!

Right, straight on ahead now.

Oh, Jesus Christ. She's
in the delivery room.

Have her waters broken?

I don't bloody know, do I?

Hello? Excuse me. Sorry.

Oh, Doug, the contractions
are coming every 10 minutes.

They really hurt.

- You're gonna be okay.
- Oh! Oh!

- Doug! Doug!
- What do I do? What do I do?

I love you, Zoe.

Can you hear me?

I love you.

Push again. Push again.

Mr. James, your baby's coming.

Well done. Well done.

It's a boy.

A boy.

Oh, my God. It's a boy.

Congratulations!

Do you want a coffee?

Can I see him?

He's sleeping by her bed.

She was amazing, Clare.

I'll go in and see
if we can see him.

He's quite unlike any other
newborn I've ever seen.

Not even wrinkled.

It's perfect.

You tired?

Exhausted. It was hellish.

Then it all sort of just
goes with a whoosh,

and you just get
this incredible feeling.

You get some rest, love.

We'll wait outside.
Be back in a bit.

I've got to start
breast-feeding him.

He's gonna be hungry.

I'm glad you liked the bear.

I didn't know what else to buy.

The bear?

Oh, the bear and... And
the, um... the mobile.

They're lovely. Thank you.

Aren't they, Doug?

You look as if you
could do with some sleep.

You've been up all night.

Oh, no. I want a
bottle of champagne.

I've got a son.

Thank you for
calling me six times,

but I feel honored that
you wanted me here.

Called everyone I know.

Come visiting hours,
there'll be a crowd here.

Well, don't overtire her.

I won't. I'll be
taking good care.

Matt's bringing a
video camera in.

I've got one at home.
I was gonna film it all.

What are you gonna call him?

Tommy.

Right. Okay, everyone. I'm
just gonna check on my son.

Then you can all
come in and meet him.

Matt, get the video
camera ready.

I haven't seen him yet. Do
you know what he looks like?

- A baby.
- I've got to go.

I've got a meeting at 9:00,
and I've been here since 5:00.

- Oh, he's gorgeous.
- Mm.

Sweetheart, everyone's here.

They want to see him.

- Well, ask the nurse.
- Okay.

Sorry. Can you tell
me what's happening?

Look, I'm sure
everything will be okay.

- I'll just find out for you.
- Okay.

Nothing wrong, is there?

Right, we're all set up.

Doug?

Uh, the nurse has
just gone to check.

Would security please report...

- Did you ask Zoe?
- She was sleeping. Hang on.

Would security please
report to the maternity ward.

They can't find him.

No. There must be some mistake.

Where's my baby?

Where's my baby?!

Our son was taken this morning.

What kind of woman would
do something like that?

A very desperate one.

I can't imagine what Zoe and
her husband are going through.

My heart goes out to them.

My boy was taken
from the same hospital

that your daughter
gave birth in!

She must have
known the hospital!

- Doug!
- My daughter

doesn't know nothing about
your kid being snatched.

I'm so sorry.

I don't remember
anything for days on end...

Where I've been, who I've seen.

This is pointless.

They say I did it. They
have the evidence.

I have to face what I did.

I need a drink!

I wouldn't take a
baby, for Christ's sakes.

What kind of a person
do you think I am?

Fiona George.

Have you been able
to contact the midwife

who delivered the baby?

Uh, no, I haven't, but I'll...

Well, that should've
been a priority, Marian.

- What's his name?
- Oh, please don't.

Don't touch him.

Oh, I quite like that.

How about you? You married?

- Hang on a minute!
- No, no.

I can see how this is going.

You're treating it as
case closed, aren't you?

Well, this is my life!

And if I stay in here,
they're gonna kill me.

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