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The bastard pleaded not guilty.

Tell me.

Get off the bed.

Shut up!

There she is.

Not guilty?

Don't walk away. Please.

Please. You have to talk to me.

This is wrong. You
know it is. It's all wrong.

She was my sister!

He raped and he
murdered my sister!

Clear out of the way.

During the gastroscopy,

we looked for ulcers,
helicobacter pylori...

All the usual things you
look for, but we found nothing.

So... let's see what this
laparoscopy shows us.

Camera on.

Hello. Yes.

I wanted to confirm
that my sister, Sara,

has been picked
up by her husband.

She's being discharged today.

Sara?

All right. All right.
Right. Well, look.

Just... Just wait there until
I can arrange to collect you.

Because I'm at work.

Okay.

It was a bloody circus.

This woman comes straight out

and says that Lampton
raped and murdered her sister.

Well, the press were right
onto it, cameras flashing away.

I can't believe she
was stupid enough

to show her face at the court.

So James Lampton's
pleaded not guilty.

Yeah. The fun starts here.

You do know the pair of
you are going to be hauled

into the witness box
and grilled, don't you?

Well, the commander
more than me.

I didn't screw the guy.

I've got the murder review
group now, haven't I?

They're ready for you.

And the lecture at 12:00?

Files on your desk are the
cases under review this morning.

There's coffee. Excuse me.

Commander Blake's office.

Ah. One moment.

This is the fourth
time she's called.

A Ms. Thornton?

She says her sister
was murdered.

Get rid of her.

Lampton pleaded not guilty.

What?

I think we should look at
bringing in some extra help

for Operation Streetly.

Yeah. It's been 28 days now.

They're still no further
forward with the investigation.

It's your responsibility
to make sure

everything possible is
being done to obtain a result.

We should not be
holding ourselves up.

Excuse me a moment.

What's with the
boss this morning?

She didn't go to the plea and
directions hearing, did she?

Under the circumstances, I
don't think she should have.

Oh, Mr. Briers?

Mr. Briers?

This e-mail, it's anonymous.

"I've gained access to all
the hospital medical records.

The game commences."

Get onto personnel.
Show it to them.

Nothing to do with me.

Here you go, mate.

Call the crash team!

We need chest X-rays, bloods.

- Got it!
- Ward seven!

Left at the end!

Clear.

Check pulse.

Nothing.

What the hell happened?

It's not postoperative, sir.

He went into anaphylactic shock.

You've had two more
calls from Ms. Thornton.

I'm very sorry.
Just fend her off.

And another call...
A Dr. Jane Wellesley.

- She left her number.
- About my sister?

She said it was urgent.

Will you get her on the phone?

Dr. Wellesley? Clare Blake.

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

I'll be there.

Bye.

Gina?

She just nipped out
for some sandwiches.

Anything I can do?

I'm backing up a bit.

I'm already running
late for this lecture.

It's already in the Standard...

Picture of you
outside the court.

Who's the woman?

It's Brenda Thornton.

Lampton killed her sister.

Can you get onto switchboard,

just tell them to just screen
my calls for a couple of days?

Carol, you ought to be aware
that Lampton's not-guilty plea

may have severe
repercussions... And not just for me.

Will I be called as
a witness, ma'am?

We should sit down
and have a good talk

so we're both up to speed.

But not just now. I'm late.

Good luck.

- Commander!
- Commander!

Commander Blake, ma'am!

Not that long ago,

women police officers still
had to wear skirts on duty.

Can you imagine trying to
detain a suspect for a robbery

and fighting with
him on the ground

and just praying your skirt
didn't go over your head,

showing your knickers?

Commander Blake,

how does the not-guilty plea
from James Lampton affect you?

No comment.

It's a known fact you
had a sexual relationship

with the accused
murderer, James Lampton.

Has this placed your
career in jeopardy?

There are, believe me,

many upsides to
being a police officer.

And I make no apology whatsoever

for wholeheartedly
promoting it as a terrific career.

Thank you.

So this is my
sister's new place.

Mm-hmm.

- Do you like it?
- Yeah.

God, Sara. What
have you got in this?

Just my worldly possessions.

It feels like it.

Not much to show after
10 years of marriage, is it?

The rat took everything
else... The house, the kids,

the new car he said
he bought for me

that she's probably
driving around in.

Any money she's a crap driver.

Bathroom's here,
and I'm opposite.

I've stocked the fridge,
so just help yourself.

Thanks.

You know, I really
appreciate this, Clare.

I mean, I don't know where I
would have gone without you.

You can stay as
long as you need to.

Hair's grown back.

Let's just hope
nothing else does.

We'll beat this together.

Yeah.

But even if it's
just a few months,

it's more than I expected.

More than the rat did.

I can't believe he made
me sign the divorce papers

when I was so ill I
could hardly lift the pen.

Don't go there, Sara, please.

Three bottles of
liquid morphine.

Should last three
weeks if not more.

Can you get a repeat
prescription if it runs out?

Yeah.

Well, you should rest
up today and just settle in,

and I'll be home to
cook dinner, okay?

Thanks.

Mrs. Judd, until we receive
the results of the postmortem,

we are not able at this stage

to tell you the cause
of Michael's death.

He was allergic
to nuts... Any nuts.

And so when the nurse
told me what happened,

I knew straightaway.

I said to her... I
asked what he'd eaten.

And she said it was... It
was there in his dinner.

Uh, excuse me.

No one can understand it, sir.

His GP confirmed that
he sent full medical details

and highlighted
the severe allergy.

The medical file we
have on computer

doesn't even mention it.

Get on to health and safety

and go back to his GP to
confirm he did send in the details.

- And double-check his records.
- Yes, sir.

Someone's really screwed up.

Uh, excuse me. Just
let me get rid of this.

After all these years
I've looked after him,

how could this be
allowed to happen?

It's nothing short of murder.

Thank you for coming to see me.

I think it's quite important.

Can I offer you a drink?

I've just opened a bottle
of very nice cold chablis.

Oh, no, thank you.

Are you sure?

Well, why not?

I'm obviously aware
of patient confidentiality,

et cetera, et cetera,
but I'm rather concerned

and felt it was necessary
to pass onto you,

well, my professional
concerns as a psychiatrist.

I assure you I'm
not scaremongering,

but one of my patients...
And a longstanding one...

Appears to have become
preoccupied with you.

She suffers from schizophrenia
but has no history of violence.

Her sister, Angela
Thornton, was murdered.

- Brenda Thornton?
- Yes.

The death of her
sister has hit her hard.

Brenda had an
obsession with Angela.

She's now transferred
that obsession to you.

Her behavior is understandable
given the circumstances.

Angela was considerably
younger than her,

and Brenda saw
her as a sort of...

Well, as a sort of savior.

Wait. I wasn't
connected to her death.

Only to the murder inquiry.

Yes. I know that.

But there was
considerable press coverage

about your relationship with
the man who killed Angela.

I'm concerned

that Brenda may have
transferred the blame to you,

given your link to the murder.

Do you think she
should be sectioned?

Well, it's extremely unusual

for a schizophrenic
to become violent,

and Brenda's been
stable for many years.

But if she were to get worse

and I felt there was a
serious risk developing,

then I would recommend
she was admitted to hospital.

No, Mummy can't tell
you any more stories now.

But she wants to tell you
how much she loves you.

Yes.

Yes, Mummy's going
to call you tomorrow.

I-I've got to go now.

I'm going to say good night.

You're avoiding me.

You'll have to speak
to me sometime.

How would you feel
if your sister died?

Dead girls can reach from
the grave, Commander Blake.

Mrs. Sunnelly?

Mrs. Sunnelly?

Can you hear me?

What are you going to do today?

Oh, I thought I might take
a quick jog around the park,

then nip over to the
local swimming baths,

then have a sauna and a massage.

I'm joking.

You should go
to that day center.

They can collect you.

Please.

Do you think I want to hang
out with a bunch of sickos?

Well, you should think
about checking it out.

They're not all sickos.

I'll just stay put, do some
reading, call the girls.

I've got to go. You
got my number?

Have a real good day, now.

You too.

Sir, we had another patient
die last night... Mrs. Sunnelly.

What?

Her GP has
confirmed he notified us

of her severe
allergy to penicillin,

but, again, we can't
find any record of it.

There's another e-mail.

Contact the medical
director and the CEO.

We've already
informed the police.

And get the head of security
to come to my office now.

What does it say?

My God. It has to be a
joke. This... This isn't...

Two patients dead in 24 hours.

We have to take
this bloody seriously.

And both allergies
removed from their files.

Inform the coroner's office.

Michael Judd's allergy
was particularly aggressive.

Now, his GP is adamant
he made that very clear to us,

and his mother confirmed he
was wearing a red hospital bracelet.

And both patients
died of their allergies?

- That's definite?
- Yes.

We've brought in the
health and safety executive.

And I've asked both GPs
to send me the original notes

and medical histories.

Now, as you can see,
the GP marked in red

that Michael was
severely allergic to nuts...

Especially peanuts.

And Mrs. Sunnelly
was allergic to penicillin.

This would usually be
copied and ward staff warned.

And these were never
given to your staff?

No, because, as you can see,

this is what we printed
off the computer,

and it has all serious
allergy notes deleted.

So you think someone
hacked into your files

here at the hospital?

That's what e-mail one said.

"I have gained access to all
the hospital medical records."

I presume that also means
the catering department.

And then I got e-mail three.

"You didn't pay close
attention to my warning.

Another patient suffering
from an allergy in your hospital

is in danger.

Patient medical records
have been doctored.

I have only just
begun. More to come.

Every twenty four
hours a patient will die.

Adiós."

We have no idea if he or
she is employed here at all.

But there was no publicity

with regard to
either patient's death,

so it could mean they
work here at the hospital.

Well, then the hospital is the
first area we'll concentrate on.

So what happens now?

Only I have a meeting with
the board of governors today.

If someone hacked
into the hospital files

with the full intention
of causing harm,

then we'll have
a murder inquiry.

Right. You've got food
waste from the kitchens.

You've got ward waste.

You've got your
emergency room waste.

You've also got your
biohazardous waste,

but according to the janitor,
that's all been incinerated.

We're not gonna find
any body parts, are we?

No, no.

They're all down there.

What you're looking for
is a red hospital bracelet.

Well, that won't be
too difficult, then.

And as the matter is sub judice,

it would be inappropriate
for me to comment.

The Guardian.

I am unable to
give any interviews

with regards to James
Lampton's not-guilty plea.

Need your signature on those.

The phones have not stopped.

Well, where's Carol?

She's advising Eddie how
to structure the briefing note

you asked for on
Operation Streetly.

What's that?

Just come from the press
bureau. It's the Evening Standard.

Not me and that wretched
woman again, is it?

There no other news to cover?

No.

They've reprinted the pictures
of you and Lampton at Brighton.

I don't want to see it.

Clare, someone's left
this for you at reception.

I am sorry.

I thought Sara was in remission.

She is.

"For a lost sister,
in loving memory."

Gina, can you find out where
this floral tribute came from?

One of Lampton's
victims, Angela Thornton,

has a sister, Brenda.

She left a message
on my home phone

asking how I'd feel
if my sister died.

Came from Kudos Flowers,
next to the Victoria station.

Woman paid cash for delivery.

No address or name of sender.

Let me get on
your local station.

If it is Brenda Thornton,
they'll have a word with her.

I'm going to be late for work.

Give me this. I'll
get rid of this filth.

You all right, Vera?

You've got my number at
the bank if you need me.

He loved to play with this.

Shall I phone in and
say I can't work today?

I suggest you start

by seeing if anyone has a
grudge against the hospital.

Look through the
trust's database

for reports of negligence

and for someone
connected to the victims,

if they had any
enemies, et cetera.

This is a bugger.

Where have the
e-mails come from?

I've no bloody idea,

but someone removed
Michael Judd's hospital bracelet.

- What?
- Any patient with allergies

is given a red-alert
hospital bracelet,

and his was removed.

The old lady wasn't
even given one.

They can wait.

It's gonna take forever to
wade through this lot, boss.

The list of employees
is mind-blowing.

You got kitchen staff,
cooks, bottle washers.

Shut up. What did
the I.T. expert say?

The e-mails are
virtually untraceable.

They're sent from
Christ knows where.

But it's not internal.

To cross-check
the medical records

is gonna take at
least five people.

They've got this
vast computer bank,

literally thousands of files...

Our priority is to check if
this is someone with a grudge

against the hospital, any
of the staff, or the victims.

Look. There's no way we can
interview every single employee.

That's what you're
gonna have to do, Mike.

And get the I.T. guy
to tell all hospital staff

not to rely on
computer information.

They have to check
everything manually.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

In case this nutter
tries something else.

Yeah. It was nuts, you know.

It was nuts that killed him.

I think we're losing him.

Can I have Atropen
and Adrenalin, please?

These e-mails
don't say very much.

And they are at
present untraceable?

Two patients have died, ma'am.

I need more support to
progress with this investigation.

I think we should not
assume that this activity

is solely London-based.

There may be
national implications.

And who's to say he can't
hack into more hospitals?

Have you got any further in
identifying a viable suspect?

Surely, ma'am, the suspect is
the faceless and nameless cretin

who sent the e-mails.

And, as there is
a specialist unit

which deals only
in computer crime,

it would be a logical step
to bring them on board.

The cost to extract that unit
at present can't be justified.

Well, with all the bad publicity

you've been getting
recently, ma'am, may I suggest

that you need to deal
with this as fast as possible.

He has threatened to kill
a patient every 24 hours.

So what are we going to do?
Wait for the next one to die?

Ball's in your court, ma'am.

My sister, Sara.

Where is she?

How would you feel
if your sister died?

My sister, Sara.

Where is she?

My sister, Sara.

Where is she?

- Help.
- Please help me.

I'm waiting.

It's okay, Clare.
It's only a dream.

Clare. Clare, it's okay.

Clare.

Shh. Shh.

It's okay.

Shh.

It's okay. It's okay.

Brenda Thornton
has no criminal record.

She worked as a librarian.

Then she had some
kind of breakdown.

She's been unemployed since.

She was a resident for six
months in a mental hospital,

then released into one
of these care homes.

Since then, she's
changed address 12 times.

Bedsits, halfway
houses, cheap hotels.

Her psychiatrist says
she's a schizophrenic

but there's no
history of violence.

Get this stopped now, Clare.

Just because she hasn't
been violent doesn't mean shit.

She might have flipped.

Do you know if anyone had
a grievance against Michael

or... or if he was involved
in an argument in...

This is my sister, Eileen.

This is Detective...

Uh, Detective Chief
Inspector Michael Hedges.

He's asking about Mikey.

I don't approve of
you coming here

without my sister
having a solicitor present.

Well, I'm just
asking if Michael...

Had any enemies.

Michael was 17 years old.

He was below
average intelligence,

but he had no aggression.

He was a shy and quiet
boy who wouldn't harm a soul.

There's no one who would
have a grudge against him.

He still lived here
with my sister.

He didn't drink or take drugs.

He didn't have a girlfriend.

But what he did have
was a severe allergy.

We have no intention
of discussing his death

with anyone from the press.

But we will be pursuing legal
action against the hospital

for gross negligence.

I'm glad you've decided
not to contact the media.

Uh, if anyone from the
press should get in touch,

it's preferable you decline
to answer any questions

until we've ascertained exactly
how the tragedy happened.

Did Michael have a computer?

Yes, he did.

But he played games on it.

He didn't use it for
work or anything.

Why do you want to know if
Michael had a computer or not?

I'm just pursuing a
line of inquiry, Ms...

Eileen Judd.

Michael was not in any
way computer literate.

Could I see his room?

It's up to you.

If you want to show
him his room, go ahead.

Clare, I thought you should know

Brenda missed her
appointment this morning.

All this is becoming worrying.

It looks as though she could be
more disturbed than we thought.

I suggest you put out
an alert to your officers

and they can pick her up
under Section 136 if they see her.

Mike.

Ma'am.

Is this social or are you
here for medical reasons?

Have there been any
further developments?

Uh, since I was brought
in this morning, no.

Well, have you ascertained

whether both medical
reports were altered?

Yes. Uh, this is the
original GP's report.

And, uh, this is the computer
printout used on the ward

with no mention
of any allergies.

I just passed a trolley
stacked with medical files

in the corridor.

Anyone could have
picked them up.

Shit. I think that
those are for us.

That's a bit slack, isn't it?

Have you talked to
the boy's relatives?

Uh, yes. The mother
is still in shock.

Michael had the mental
age of a 12-, 13-year-old.

He was a harmless kid.

Why would anyone
want to kill him?

Well, the old lady has no one.

Did you get anything
from the boy's family?

Apart from the flack?

He's got a real
bitch of an aunt.

Gave me a hard time.

Oh, and they are, by the way,
set on going for compensation.

What do we know about the aunt?

Uh, she is head
cashier for a bank.

I checked her out.
She's got an alibi.

She was with the neighbors
the day Michael died.

Personally, I'm certain
we're going to find out

this is down to some
porter with a grudge.

There's three of them
here who've got form.

A porter who's capable of
hacking into hospital records?

Well, why not?

Even someone with a
low IQ like Michael Judd

knows how to work a computer.

Well, so do I, but I couldn't
hack into a hospital system.

You all right?

Yeah.

This has to stop!
Do you hear me?!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

We've had our hands full

dealing with some very
technically advanced cases,

mainly child abusers
using the Internet.

Obviously what I've
told you is confidential.

It could be an
employee with a grudge...

Not necessarily against the
victim, but maybe the hospital.

Which means we have
a mountain of paperwork

to wade through, so...

We were about to eat.
Do you want to join us?

- No. You go ahead.
- Are you sure?

It's all ready.

You know, it really scares me

how we're all so reliant
on computers nowadays.

Ken, I really need you
to safeguard the inquiry.

If that means bringing in your
team at the computer crime unit,

then... I just need
more to go on.

More?

But two patients have died.

I'm aware of that, Carol.

I'll just get the
shepherd's pie, then.

We've got a big team and
some pretty smart cops.

I'm sure we'd be
happy to help out.

Let me give you my card.

And here's my mobile.

Is Carol all right?

I just think she's been
a bit uptight lately.

You know, it'll work itself out.

You can call me any time.

Or just whistle.

It's a joke.

Come on. Hurry
up. Dinner's ready.

I'd just about given up on you.

Oh. I thought you were...

I'm a friend of
Commander Blake's.

She's not here.

I am expecting her.

Do you want to come in and wait?

Oh, thank you.

Who are you?

I'm Sara, her sister.

Oh, I'm Brenda
Thornton. My sister's dead.

Well, I might be soon.

I've got cancer.

I'm in remission.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Well, do you want
to come in and wait?

She'll be home for dinner.

Come on in and
have a glass of wine.

Don't do that now.

Who do you think is going
to clean up all this mess,

the Tooth Fairy?

I didn't know she
was coming around.

Why are you having
a go at me about her?

I'm not having a
go at you about her.

- It's me then, is it?
- No, it's not you.

It's her. She's...

She's the one who's had
an affair with a killer, not me.

It's all going to
come out at the trial.

Yeah, and what's
also going to come out

is that you fed her
information to trap him.

Yeah, because she's the
bloody commander, right?

What choice did I...

- I should go.
- Oh, really?

Well, I'll... I'll see you out.

That's if you're sure.

Oh, I'm sure.

I'll just get your coat.

Thank you.

I'll see you.

Maybe you shouldn't
take on board

too much of what
Ken said, ma'am.

He's very full of
himself on this unit.

He acts like he's
running the show.

What does that mean?

Well, it was me that got
all the info on the NHTCU...

For myself, you know.

I was quite eager to go
over to that side of things.

So he pipped you to the post?

Yeah, in a way.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

It's fine working at the
Yard with you, of course.

Listen, Carol.

With the trial coming,

let's just see how
things pan out.

I did warn you we
both bent the rules

over the Lampton situation.

I don't think I'm actually
in the same boat as you.

Maybe not, but I also protected
you, as you protected me.

I didn't mean that
how it came out.

I really appreciate you
taking me under your wing.

Good.

Because when you're ready
to fly from under my wing,

I'll let you know.

Listen, Carol. Can I give
you a piece of advice?

Yes. What?

Don't make an enemy of her.

She bent the rules,
and she got away with it.

So did Hedges.

And you watch her
make a friend of him.

You make a friend of her and
you'll walk away unscathed.

Oh, right. So is that
what you were doing?

"Here's my number.

Just use it any time
you want or whistle."

How crass is that?

For Christ's sake. What's
the matter with you?

Maybe I'm just
a little bit scared!

What are you scared of?

She's playing mind
games with me.

And you.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

And if you want my opinion,

smarming up to her is not
gonna do your career any good,

never mind mine.

Where are you going?

I'm going out.

Out before you piss
me off even more!

Well, what about all of this?

I don't know how you got in
here, but you're leaving now.

I will not talk to you.

My sister's dead because
of you and that murderer,

and you won't even talk to me.

Get out.

Oh, don't worry. I'm going.

I'm going.

I had a very nice
talk with your sister.

Sara!

Sara?

Sara?

Oh, my God. Sara.

Are you all right?

You almost gave
me a heart attack.

Was there a woman in here?

She said she was talking
to you. Did you let her in?

Yes. She came around to see you.

Did I do something wrong?

Her name is Brenda Thornton.
She's been stalking me.

You left me here by
myself all day and all night.

I'm not your nursemaid, Sara.

Nursemaid?

I'm not asking you
to take care of me,

but you didn't even call
to make sure I was all right.

I worked all afternoon
getting dinner.

- Why is this...
- Where the hell were you?

Was she looking at this?!
Did she take something?!

She said she wanted
to see us as kids.

It's not as if I rooted
through your stuff.

The album was on the bookshelf.

Just go to your room.

Just go to your room
and shut the door.

Go.

I know it's late, but you...
You left these behind.

Oh, I'm glad to see you.

You are?

I mean w-what is it?

W-What's happened?

Brenda Thornton
was waiting for me.

She's... cut me with some
scissors or something.

Have you got a first aid box?

Mm. It's in a drawer
next to the fridge.

You go and sit down.

Do you want me to call the
locals or go and check outside?

No. She's long gone.

Yeah. Sit down.

Let's have a look.

Come on. Let's have a look.

Oh.

That is nasty.

Get a bandage on that.

I'm not a very good
nurse, I'm afraid.

Oh, I think you are.

How does it feel?

It feels good.

Would you like me to stay?

Yes, I would.

You kept him very quiet.

Don't start.

Could you, um, call that
day-care center for me?

I haven't got time.
I've got to leave.

Oh, I'm sorry to
be such a nuisance.

For Christ's sakes, Sara.

I can't just walk out of my
job because you want me to.

Look, I'm sorry if
you're lonely, but...

I am not lonely.

Just frightened sometimes.

Most of the time.

One of the hazards of dying.

Don't do this to me.

Okay. I'll call the
bloody day-care center.

And promise me...
you won't open the door

unless you know who it is.

I wouldn't mind
opening the door to him.

I'm serious.

Clare Blake.

By the way, the
fruit-and-nut left you this.

Another one?

Yeah. Well, I'll... I'll
come straight over.

Give me 20 minutes.

Thank you. Bye.

Yeah. I know.

Branton called
me at home earlier.

Well, I'm gonna get
there as soon as I can.

I don't know.

I'll call you as soon
as I leave, okay?

And the hospital gave
you no explanation

as to how this tragedy happened?

None whatsoever.

And here is a copy of my
nephew's medical history.

As you can see, it
very clearly states

that Michael had a
severe nut allergy.

Are there any photos of
Michael with his father?

I'm sure my editor would like
a family photograph as well.

No. My sister is divorced.

He left me when Michael
was a baby for his secretary.

- He's married...
- We don't need to go into that.

Michael died, and we
still have no answers.

My sister saw the red
hospital bracelet on his wrist

alerting people to the allergy.

Somebody removed it.

She deserves compensation.

I think we'll use this one.

He was a very
handsome young boy.

Do you know when
the article will come out?

It should make
the evening edition.

If I need any further
information, I'll...

Just call.

And, uh, thank you very much.

My pleasure.

This tunnel must
go on for miles.

Gives me the creeps.

You are now
entering a secure area.

Here's the latest one.

Please have your ID
ready for inspection.

"They seek me here,
they seek me there,

another patient
in intensive care."

Not very original, is it?

Thank you.

The assistant commissioner

has been contacted
by the ministry of health.

They're concerned that
if this gets into the press

it'll cause widespread panic

in hospitals up and
down the country.

Rightly so.

We need to nip it in the bud

before he does
any serious damage.

Bloody hell. Where
are we going now?

So you must be concerned
about the Lampton plea.

That could have
unpleasant repercussions.

Anyone contacted you?

Not as yet.

This is the center
of operations.

D.C.I. Lane is on his way over.

I'll take you through
to the boardroom.

What you must remember

is that hacking has
become quite an art form.

If you think that a
17-year-old college kid

was able to hack
into the Pentagon,

then breaking into
hospital computer records,

a bit like taking
candy from a baby.

The hospital files
have been doctored,

which means that our hacker
is also fairly experienced.

The original files are being
drawn down and altered,

then replaced undetected,
with very serious consequences.

So how do we find him?

With great difficulty.

He's not using his own
computer but Internet cafés,

so he remains anonymous.

He's obviously fairly confident

that he can outwit whoever
it is that's trying to trace him.

It's like breaking and entering,

but he's not left
any fingerprints.

So far, he has concentrated
on St. Barnaby's Hospital,

which means he may possibly
have been employed there.

We're in the process of
checking all employees.

The most important
questions are why is he doing it

and what does he want?

To show us how clever he is?

Or that he has a grudge
against this specific hospital?

Mm.

I think he's gonna be in
touch again very soon,

and that's when he'll...
up the stakes a notch.

Commander Blake.

Message from Jane Wellesley
about Brenda Thornton.

Can you call her?

She says it's very
urgent. She's called twice.

Oh, and your sister called.
She's at the day-care center.

Can you collect her?

She's left her
front-door keys at home.

We've received another e-mail.

It's got a website attached.
Hedges is on his way over.

I don't want her
going home by herself.

Okay.

Carol, can you collect Sara
later from the day center,

give her these, and take her
back to Commander Blake's place?

The e-mail said, "You're
gonna have a very busy day."

Better tell them downstairs
that Mike's coming

or they won't let
him in the building.

Thanks for being there
last night, but don't think...

I'm gonna leave Carol.

Jane?

Where are they taking me?!

I haven't done anything wrong!

- I haven't!
- I know what I told you,

but your officers come marching
in here like something out of...

She's hysterical.

Brenda Thornton is being
taken to a secure psychiatric unit

under Section 136,
as you suggested.

Dear God. We were in
the middle of a session.

Jane, she attacked me.

There's nothing more to
be said. It's being done.

If you'd told me first,
I could've actually...

Look. I can't talk about
this at the moment.

Excuse me.

So they've arrested her?

Yes.

You've got it coming
down on all sides.

I hope I'm not just
another problem.

You're not.

But Carol works for me.

I mean it.

We stop this before
it goes any further.

Well, what if I want
it to go further?

It can't.

Now, this, uh, e-mail has not
been sent from the same place.

It looks as though it's
come through a proxy

in Eastern Europe.

But, um, we've got
some good contacts there.

My guys are working on it.

In the meantime, we've
logged on to the website,

as, uh, he or she required,
and this is what's come up.

It appears there's
a camera link.

We think he's
installed photo footage,

but this is all
we've got so far.

I'll try again.

Can't we trace where
this website is located?

Just a minute. There's
something coming up.

And to answer your question,

we have checked all
our database, and, um...

Do you two recognize this?

Looks like a hospital room.

And that looks like a
heart monitor to me.

And a ventilator.

It looks like a cardiac
recovery room...

Or set up to look like one.

This doesn't look like
St. Barnaby's to me.

It looks more like
a private hospital.

Wait a minute.

My God. Is this live footage?

It's hard to say.

Have a look at
the nurse's uniform.

Do you recognize that?

Sorry. I couldn't
find the place.

And then security
gave me a hard time.

Are we getting closer
on the name badge?

What the hell is going on?

I mean, do we take this for
real or is it a fake hospital?

We don't know.

Okay. Can we read it?

Moira.

No. Uh, Maya?

M-Maya Greaves.

This isn't a St.
Barnaby's uniform.

So check out which
hospital it comes from.

Run her name through the system.

Why can't we trace this maniac?

He's created a website.

He's set up a camera.

We are working on it.

But you must realize this
may not be live footage,

which would give him time

to close down whatever
website it was he used.

As I said, in my opinion

we're dealing with someone
who is very computer-literate.

What's happening?

Oh, God.

It looks like his
heart's stopped.

I can't stay for long.

We had a big row last night.

Do you know she's
got a boyfriend?

Appeared very late last night.

She said he was here
on official business.

I said if he was, I wouldn't
mind a bit of officialdom.

He was very sexy.

No, I didn't know.

Do you know what's terrible?

I won't have time
to be loved again.

No sex.

No kisses.

Dying can be very lonely.

But you have Clare and your
children, so you're not alone.

Yes, I am.

Biscuit?

Thanks.

So, does he have a name,
then... Clare's boyfriend?

Yeah.

Nope. Can't remember.

It's in hand. Now
we just have to wait.

There's hundreds
of uniform outlets.

I suppose we might
get lucky with the name

unless it's a fake.

It's a private
hospital... Eastlands...

And our lady is
employed by them.

Right. Let's get over there.

Thank you for your help.

If you find anything else
of use, I'd appreciate it.

I'm sure we can extract some
information from the website

as to the time and
place it was set up.

Probably made it
very difficult for us,

but everyone makes mistakes.

Take Miles with you.

If they've left any
computer equipment there,

he'll know what to do with it.

Right.

Well, I don't think this
site's gonna lead us back

to the killer.

All he or she has to do is pay
for the time in an Internet café

and, uh, shut down the machine.

They're gone.

Patient's name was
Donald Hawthorn.

He died a week ago.

So he was the first. He
died before Michael Judd.

I'm Dr. Jerard.

Is there somewhere
we could talk in private?

What's this about?

I'm Detective Chief
Inspector Hedges,

and this is Commander Blake.

Oh, and, uh, D.I. Ken Miles.

The information on
Hawthorn's file was wrong,

so the nurse injected him
with five mils instead of one.

The surgeon's under
pressure to admit fault,

but he is adamant he wrote
down the correct medication.

This is bloody
terrifying, isn't it?

We've got three
innocent people dead.

Do you think I don't know that?

And here we are flailing
around with nothing to go on.

Have you come up with anything?

Apparently the television
was moved and left unplugged.

From the webcam footage we saw,

it must have been
positioned up here.

I mean, we could
check the plug for prints.

He's too clever to
leave fingerprints.

I mean, he, she... We don't
even know what sex the killer is.

In the meantime, let's
treat this as a crime scene.

Interview all medical staff.

Right. I mean, where
is he gonna hit next?

Well, he's told us, hasn't he?

He's threatened
a children's ward.

A children's ward.

How many hospitals
are there in London?

We can't monitor them all.

You've got to get
the press involved.

This is an emergency,
and it's not down to me.

I am not taking
the rap for this.

If that's all you're worried
about, I'm sorry for you.

Lisa, we need to switch
over the oxygen cylinders.

He's always been
one step ahead of us.

Michael Judd's e-mail
arrived before he died.

Donald Hawthorn's death
was recorded over a week ago.

Chances are he's already
making his next move.

- How's your arm?
- Painful.

Yeah. We're on our way.

We've had another e-mail.

He's threatening the baby
unit at St. Agnes Hospital.

They're monitoring the
two babies in the unit.

Dr. Brierley is the
neonatal pediatrician.

This is Commander Blake.

Are the babies all right?

We're concentrating the checks
on the infants' oxygen levels.

It's the percentage
of the oxygen

and the flow rates that
are important with infants.

If the pressure is too
high, it bursts their air sacs.

Have any records been altered,
any instruments tampered with?

We have a packed children's
ward on the second floor.

I mean, we're trying to
monitor patient allergies,

meal distribution.

This is a nightmare.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

He's playing with us.

He's got to live somewhere.
He's got to eat somewhere.

He's got to be traceable.

Detective, this was e-mailed
to us, but it's addressed to you.

Well, now we know what he wants.

He wants 20 million.

Twenty million?

Twenty million?

You do realize this whole thing

will have to be handed
over to the top brass.

There is no way the NPS
could even begin to put up

that kind of money.

I head up the gold group.

I think I should
have a conversation

with the victims' families.

Would you make it very clear to
them we want a press embargo?

The last thing you want
is another media frenzy

like the one you have
with James Lampton.

Yes, sir.

Go! Go! Go! All units! Go!

Ms. Judd, we have a witness
who places you at that address.

Where the hell are they?