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The bastard pleaded not guilty.

Brenda Thornton?

He... He raped and
he murdered my sister!

The death of her
sister has hit her hard.

Brenda had an
obsession with Angela.

She's now transferred
that obsession to you.

I had a very nice
talk with your sister.

We'll beat this together.

But even if it's
just a few months,

it's more than I expected.

Do you know she's
got a boyfriend?

Appeared very late last night.

Mr. Briers?

This e-mail, it's anonymous.

It's for you.

What the hell happened?

After all these years
I've looked after him...

how could this be
allowed to happen?

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.

Our priority

is to check if this is
someone with a grudge

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

Patient medical records
have been doctored.

I have only just
begun. More to come.

Every twenty four
hours a patient will die.

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

He's got to be traceable.

We're on our way.

We've had another e-mail.

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

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

Well, now we know what he wants.

He wants 20 million.

This footage was on
the hacker's website.

And then we got the last
e-mail demanding 20 million.

As yet we have received

no further instruction as to
how he wants payment made,

but he has set a
deadline of five days

or he'll make good his
threat to target a baby unit.

- Today is day one.
- We're completely screwed.

We have no idea how many
hospital files he's hacked into.

Now, that was a
private hospital.

That room had been
vacant for a few days,

so he had plenty of
time to plant the camera.

We've taken nearly 200
statements from St. Barnaby's,

we've cross-referenced
all the staff,

and we have come up with zilch.

We've alerted
all local hospitals,

asking them to closely monitor
infants' and children's wards.

But we've given them no details.

How about the NHTCU team?

Surely they have started
a trace on the e-mails.

No. All our killer does
is pay for Internet time.

It allows him to access
chat rooms, websites.

But the website... Haven't
they got anything from that?

No.

You can open a website
and close it within hours,

which is precisely
what our killer did.

He remains untraceable.

There's an officer in the
main reception to see you.

- It's urgent.
- It'll have to wait.

Brenda Thornton has escaped
from the psychiatric unit.

Ma'am, we're meant to get
over to the computer mob.

I'll see you there.

How was this allowed to happen?

Wasn't she being
monitored, um...

D.S. Bilkins, ma'am.

I need to discuss
your allegations

against Ms. Thornton.

Allegations? The
woman tried to kill me.

So how did it happen?

She was being taken
for a medical check

at a psychiatric unit

when another patient
went into convulsions.

While they were
dealing with that,

Ms. Thornton managed
to walk out via the fire exit.

The woman's been stalking me,

she almost tried to
run me off the road,

and you're saying
she just walked out?

But you were unable to
verify she was driving the car

that forced you off the road.

This, uh, envelope,

the newspaper
cuttings sent to you...

Unfortunately we were unable
to get any clear prints from them.

My sister was in danger.

The woman was in my flat.

I'm aware of that, ma'am,

but I'm afraid it's not
much help in tracing her.

Gina, could you hold all
calls for a minute, please?

It's imperative you keep
a record of all events,

telephone calls, et cetera,

noting as many
details as possible,

including time and
dates of any incident.

Try and get photographic
or video evidence.

Have you any idea
what my workload is?

- Right now I'm...
- Excuse me, ma'am.

But it is crucial that you
inform your work colleagues

so they will be able to
support and protect you.

Even try and alter
your daily routine.

And it's very important
you don't carry anything

that may be used as
a weapon against you.

And this is the advice
you give to Joe Public

about stalkers, is it?

Yes.

And I strongly advise
that if you do see her,

you show no emotion towards her,

you don't confront her
or agree to a meeting.

I see.

I just wait for her to
creep up behind me

and stab me in the back, do I?

We are doing everything
we can to trace her, ma'am.

Good.

We've examined
Michael Judd's computer

but, uh, came up with
nothing incriminating.

Kid had a few hits on
a couple of porno sites.

Porno? I thought he had
the mind of a 12-year-old.

Well, yeah, but
they were pretty mild.

Ah.

And we got nothing from the
Eastlands Hospital computers.

I thought Commander
Blake was going to be here.

Well, something came up.

I don't understand.

If this woman's stalking you,
why can't you get her arrested?

Because we can't find her.

All I'm asking is that you
take every precaution.

You don't let anyone in.

If you answer the phone,
please record the call.

She's really getting
to you, isn't she?

Will you promise me that, Sara?

Yeah. Sure.

I'll even put on the
Marigolds to pick up the mail.

Not a bad idea.

With all this going on,

does it mean the girls
can't come and see me?

Only I can't go to them, not
with John's new wife there.

I'll call and arrange it.

I promise.

John, don't get uptight with me.

You can't just make arrangements

and then pull out
at the last minute.

I want you to make the best
of whatever time she has left,

and that includes
letting her see her kids

as often as possible.

Listen. I haven't
got time for this.

Just think about
someone else for a change.

These areas contain
all the Internet cafés

used by your hacker.

We've located each one,

and, uh, as you can see, he's
not exactly spread his net wide.

We'll check out the café places,

see if they've got a regular
customer that fits the bill.

First he threatens to kill
someone every 24 hours.

Now he's given us five
days to make the payment.

Well, as he's made
no contact with us,

I presume he's setting
up a means of payment

that will be difficult to trace.

Which is why it's imperative
we keep the media out of this.

Well, that's not down to me.
That's, uh, Commander Blake.

Commander, can I
ask why you're here?

Well, firstly I came to
offer my condolences.

Why? Did you know Michael?

No, but as you must be aware,

we have been investigating
your nephew's death.

We've already had a visit
from a Detective Hedges,

asking if Michael
had any enemies.

Ms. Judd, if I may interrupt,

we are now treating
Michael's death as murder.

No.

This is preposterous.

I do not accept that,
and nor will our lawyers.

This was a gross
act of negligence.

I can understand how
you'd want compensation.

Oh, you do?

It's not going to bring
him back, though, is it?

I want to ask you if
you'd assist our inquiry

by not contacting the press.

That is exactly what
my sister is doing.

And now I'd like you to leave.

Do you live here?

Yes, I do.

And I know we are
within our rights...

Unless there's something
you're not telling us.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm not able to give
you any more information

- at the moment.
- Really?

Well, Commander, I
am afraid at this moment

we cannot discuss
our intentions.

Gina, it's Commander Blake.

I need you to get me the address

where the patient at
Eastlands Hospital lived.

Will you call me back
as soon as you have it?

Oh, and the name of his doctor.

You were very rude.

Rude? Don't you understand?

If they find out it
wasn't a clerical error,

how much compensation
do you think you'll get?

She's driven off.

If they come 'round again,

don't answer the door
or pick up the phone.

What about the
funeral arrangements?

I've done
everything. Just relax.

Go and get a cup of tea.

Maybe get your hair done.

My hair?

They'll be bringing a
photographer to the funeral.

The geographical profiler

says that our killer may
possibly live in this area.

- Correct?
- Yeah.

He's using Internet cafés
all around this sector?

Yeah.

Now, I have two more locations.

First, this is where victim
one, Michael Judd, lived...

Parsons Green.

And victim two, Donald Hawthorn,

our man who had the heart
operation, he lives in Kingston.

He might have known the victims

rather than choosing
them at random,

so we should include areas
where their doctors live.

We have a Dr. Steven McDonald.

Looked after Michael Judd.

And Dr. Tina Lewis was
Donald Hawthorn's GP.

Both victims were not
what you'd call all there.

Michael Judd lived with
his mother and her sister.

Donald Hawthorn, who suffered
a heart complaint for many years,

rarely left his home.

Mrs. Sunnelly,
the elderly woman,

she resided in a care
home near Kingston.

Same doctor as Donald Hawthorn.

We're checking to see
if there's any connection

between these two.

This gives us a second sector.

I don't know if it's my face,

but that bloke in the
archway will never let me pass.

Made me empty
my pockets this time.

Oh, and, uh, the bad news...

They found no prints on the TV
plug in Donald Hawthorn's room.

Okay.

Taking the nearest
Internet café,

we've got a list of well-known
users by description

and some by name.

We can control their computers
and monitor who's using them.

Excuse me. Hello.

Clare, it's Jane.

Brenda Thornton called
me from a pay phone.

She sounded very calm,
not in any way disturbed.

I asked her to come
around, and she agreed.

She...

She wants you to be present.

Mm-hmm.

No. It's impossible for
me to agree to meet her.

If she contacts you again,

it's imperative you inform
the police immediately.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Sara?

- You all right?
- Fine.

Have you taken something?

Just my medication.

Don't lie to me.

I'm not.

How much have you
taken? What's this?

- I mean, three bottles...
- I can get more!

What are you doing?
Where'd you get this from?

A guy I met at the
day-care center.

It was either get high
or watch some crass film

- about fornicating...
- Does he work there?

No. He's a recovering junkie.
He ran out of methadone...

And you bought it from him?

Obviously, since you found it!

What are you doing to yourself?

Are you mad? A junkie?

The last man you had
was a convicted killer,

so I hardly think you can...

Oh, I'm sorry, Sara.

I'm sorry.

We are gathered here
to say farewell to Michael,

taken from us so early.

His young life will
not be forgotten.

Let us pray for his soul.

Our Father which art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name...

Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done on earth

as it is in heaven.

Forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those
that trespass against us.

- Have you seen this crap?
- No.

"Commander Blake called around

to ask us not to
contact the press.

We believe the
police are covering up

the hospital negligence."

Blake should have slapped
a press embargo on this

straightaway.

They've rehashed the
affair with James Lampton.

The computer geeks have come
up with absolutely bugger-all.

They're sitting in that
spacious office of theirs

with their thumbs
up their arses.

And we have only got four
bloody days to sort this out.

Good morning.

Morning, ma'am.

Ma'am, I think you'd
better see this e-mail.

Make sure these
tapes get to D.S. Bilkins.

He's handling that wretched
woman Brenda Thornton.

Yes, ma'am.

Didn't like the press
coverage, did he?

No.

He wants payment
made via an Internet bank.

He's given us just
24 hours to do it.

I told you he'd
start playing games.

And if we don't arrange
payment, he starts killing again.

That stupid woman shouldn't
have gone to the press.

Well, she did lose a nephew.

The e-mail to New Scotland
Yard was sent from our hot spot...

Parsons Green location.

Direct from Parsons
Green or rerouted?

We've got two of our
team checking that out now.

It was received
this morning at 9:10.

The killer was in the café?

Looks like it.

Well, he's got to feed
us more instructions.

And if he returns
there, we've got him.

Right.

We've got a flat here
with the front windows

overlooking the street
and the Internet café.

Bullick, you will be working
in the florist's next door,

and you three are
inside the premises.

The rest of undercover mix
and match along the road.

Now, it goes without saying
that you have got to be diligent.

We don't know what
the suspect looks like

or whether it's a
man or a woman,

so keep your eyes on
the target area, okay?

Let's go.

Judd's funeral.

We have the
mother and her sister

and a few people from
Michael Judd's place of work...

Two shelf fillers,
two checkout girls,

a cleaner, one Paul O'Reilly...

You didn't bloody
interview them, did you?

This was meant
to be covert, Brian.

No, no. I just had a
chat, nice and easy.

- Just asked a few people...
- Right. Get to the point.

Did you get anything we can use?

I don't know.

But one of the shelf fillers
tells me that Michael Judd

wasn't the mild, backward
kid he's been described as.

He wasn't the full picnic.

- And he'd just been fired.
- And?

He had the mental
age of a 12-year-old,

but he had the sexual
drive of a normal kid his age.

Girls on the checkout complained
he'd been groping them.

So what does that give us? We
know the kid downloaded porn.

Did you get anything useful?
Anybody acting suspicious?

Anyone with a
laptop under his arm?

We've got 24 hours... 23 now.

Carol, can you
search the Internet

for any news items
involving medical malpractice?

It might help us ID someone

holding a grudge
against our hospital.

Sure.

I've got D.S. Bilkins to see
you about Brenda Thornton.

Show him in.

Thank you.

Have you been to
see Dr. Wellesley?

Not yet, but I've spoken to her.

And I've listened to the tapes

of Brenda Thornton's
calls to your home phone.

We've asked
Dr. Wellesley to inform us

if her patient makes contact.

Well, she has.

She wanted to see
me, and I refused.

Are you monitoring
the consulting rooms?

I'd say it was the most
obvious place for her to go,

wouldn't you?

Far be it from me to tell
you how to do your job,

but I think it's imperative
you see Dr. Wellesley

as soon as possible.

If you'll excuse me.

Yes, ma'am.

She's very good, isn't she?

Well, if she gets
fired from the Met,

she can always
get a job as a florist.

Number six back on the plot.

He's hanging
around outside again.

So far, he's not
used a computer.

He's been drinking a
cappuccino for two hours.

No. He's on the move again.

No, not salt and
vinegar. Thanks.

Ma'am, I've been checking
back on a malpractice case.

It's not recent. In fact, it
may not be what you want.

It never got to court.

But it's in the right area?

Yeah. I found
one article about it.

It's a really sad case.

A young husband takes
his pregnant wife into A&E.

She's treated for
suspected pneumonia,

but what the
doctor fails to realize

is she's actually
suffering from a blood clot.

"The doctor did not administer

the required
blood-thinning agents.

The blood clot expanded,
blocking a main blood vessel,

and both mother and baby died."

And the husband,
Alistair Morrison,

tried for compensation.

Let me see.

The double death
was investigated,

but the hospital was
cleared of negligence.

It says here that
the doctor involved

was subsequently
killed in a car accident.

It doesn't say what
job Alistair Morrison did.

I could start checking
with the hospital.

Mm. I don't suppose
there's a photograph.

No, but I can try
passport control.

Number two back
on the plot again.

Gone inside.

You want one?

No, thanks.

Oh, they're very good.

She's gone inside.

Number two coming back out.

Oh, here's a new
one... On the bicycle.

Dark-haired, wearing
a donkey jacket,

jeans and boots, red sweat...

Buying flowers.

Shops stay open
late. What time is it?

Um, it's 6:00.

And counting.

Can you call Jane
Wellesley back?

It's the second time she's rung.

I'll do it now.

Two years ago, Alistair Morrison
worked at Goldney Hospital.

He's a computer analyst.

You're kidding me.

No. He also designed
their websites and programs.

You got a home address?

Yeah.

Right. Get this over to
the incident room now

and have him checked out.

Jane, this is Clare
Blake returning your call.

I've got good news and bad news.

The address we
have for Morrison...

House was demolished last year.

No forwarding address.

I hope that was the bad news.

Michael Judd was treated
at the same hospital...

Suffering from a nut allergy.

At the same time that
Morrison's wife and baby died.

Yeah.

It's the first break we've had.

She was the most
caring and loving person.

All she ever did
was help people.

She helped me,
and because of you...

Don't you put the
phone down on me!

Don't you put the
phone down on me!

I'm sorry, Sara.

I'll have the number changed.

Right. We've got
the details of the bank

our hacker wants
his 20 million sent to.

But he isn't gonna go
there himself, is he?

He knows we'd pick
him up in a second.

Exactly. So, in my experience,
he'll want to move the money

either via the Internet or
through a SWIFT transfer.

Now, we've got a financial
investigator coming in

to brief me with the details, so
we'll be monitoring the account.

We'll be ready for him.

God, I hope so.

We haven't got the money.

Number four back
on the plot now.

I hope you came
in the front way.

The uniform's a
bit of a giveaway.

Please.

Alistair Morrison's wife
and baby both died...

Holy Trinity Hospital in 1998.

We now know he's
a computer expert.

He worked at Goldney Hospital.

What we don't know is if he had

any connection
to the Judd family

or any connection
to Michael's death

and the subsequent
compensation claim.

Well, is there a connection
to the second victim...

The heart patient,
Donald Hawthorn?

We don't know yet.

So, is there a photograph
or description of him?

- Not yet.
- Oh, great.

So we still don't know
what we're looking for.

Dr. Wellesley, I'm
Detective Sergeant Bilkins.

I'm with a patient now.

Can you call again?

Right.

How are you, Mrs. Judd?

This is D.I. Carol Browning.

I'm so sorry to disturb you.

You nevertheless are.

Thank you very much
for agreeing to see me.

I wanted to ask you...
Well, both of you, in fact...

Whether you know someone
called Alistair Morrison.

- Who?
- Alistair Morrison.

No.

No. I don't recall
anyone of that name.

Mrs. Judd?

No, no.

Your son went into A&E

at the Holy Trinity
Hospital in March 1998.

Well, that would have
been when Michael

had eaten that chocolate bar.

It had nuts in it.

Did you meet a
Mr. Donald Hawthorn?

No. What about you?

No, I don't think so.

What are you asking
these questions for?

Your son wasn't
quite the innocent

you've made him out to
be, was he, Mrs. Judd?

Yes, he was. He was!

We found pornography
on his computer.

And there were complaints
of sexual harassment.

He didn't understand.

He really didn't understand!

You're a very uncaring woman.

I'd like you to leave before
I make an official complaint.

Carol, I want you to put some
pressure on passport control.

We need a photo ID of
Morrison as soon as possible.

The clock's ticking.

Gina says Jane Wellesley
has phoned again.

She left another message.

She wants you to
meet her at her house.

All right. I'll call her.

- Can you call D.S. Bilkins?
- All right. All right.

Carol.

Can you call Gina and let
her know I'm on my way?

- I can't get through.
- Yep.

When I saw her,

she said she had a patient
waiting and couldn't talk to me.

Break it down.
Something's terribly wrong.

Number two back on the plot.

Mm-hmm.

Cyclist gone.

Three coming out.

Six just passed.

You know, if these kids
weren't playing on computers,

I'd say they were passing drugs.

Don't any of them work?

New guy.

New guy on the plot,
gray suit, white shirt,

has entered the café.

It's him.

It's coming up on screen now.

Shit.

Police!

Armed police!

Jane? Jane?

Oh.

What happened?

She... She broke in when
I was on the phone to you.

I thought she'd kill me.

I've called an ambulance.

Who's this lady?

This is Jane Wellesley. You
spoke to Brenda Thornton.

Oh, shit.

She's ransacked the
bathroom and kitchen cabinets.

- There's stuff everywhere.
- I have to take this.

- Commander Blake.
- Okay, okay.

I'm gonna have to leave
you to deal with this.

Jane, you'll be okay.

Okay.

You're okay.

It's okay.

D.S. Gardener.
You're under arrest.

Ma'am, you wanted me to
check out the heart patient...

Donald Hawthorn.

The next-door neighbors
have got keys to his house.

Not traced any
relatives, and D.S. Hall

is supposed to check out
employment lists for me.

Okay. Good.

And see if you can find a link

between Hawthorn
and the Judd family.

Thanks, Carol.

So, this total stranger...

Yeah he gets out of his car,

and he says, "I've seen you
in the Internet place, right?"

I say, "Yeah. I go there to
look for jobs on the Net," right?

And then what?

And then he hands me that
piece of paper, like I said.

He says, can I e-mail it for
him, and he'll give me 20 quid?

I just pay the five
minutes, right?

Next thing, you jump me.

Okay. Okay, Jamail.

Now, this is very important.

Can you describe this man to us?

I don't know him.

Just tell us what he looks like.

Right.

He was tall and
thin-faced with glasses.

Look, he had a
collar up and a hat on.

I didn't get a good look at him.

We might be able
to draw Morrison

into the "net," literally.

See, our killer will want
some sort of confirmation

that the money is real,

so if we make some sort of
good-faith payment, you know?

Buy some time, open
him up to negotiation.

D.C.I. Hedges has
released Jamail Hanks...

retained surveillance
on the Internet café.

If Morrison saw
him being arrested,

it's doubtful he'll use
the same place again.

Did they get anything
from the written note?

No. A profiler had a look at it.

It's typed on a P.C., so
there's no handwriting to go on.

- Anything from the £20 note?
- No. Forensics have got it,

but it's doubtful they'll
get a result off that.

God knows how many
people have handled it.

Well, we just have to make
the best of what we've got.

That café is the only clue

to our blackmailer's
possible whereabouts.

And how much do you
propose we give him

to open up these negotiations?

Well, it has to be a
significant amount

if he's going to trust us.

And we need it by
10:00 tomorrow morning,

or he's targeting
a children's ward.

Listen. We might
have gained some time.

The Hospital Trust

has given the nod
to borrow the money

from their building fund.

We'll give him a
taster to start with,

make him think we've
got the whole amount.

If we can trace his
accounts activity,

we might be able to put a
finger on his whereabouts.

Ah, it's hopeless.

We don't know where he's living.
We don't have a photo of him.

All we've got is Jamail's
half-arsed description.

He is tall with a thin
face, wearing a hat.

"What kind of hat?" "A hat."

Is that yours or mine?

It's mine.

I've got six messages.

I've lost it, I've lost it.

I've lost my way, I
have lost my wife,

and I'm looking
for a man in a hat.

I've got a hunch this isn't
as high-tech as we think it is.

There's a link.
We just can't see it.

It's got to be with the victims.

I think he knew them. I
just can't figure out how.

This isn't just
about Michael Judd.

What did Donald
Hawthorn do for a living?

- Retired, heart condition.
- No. I know that.

And you searched his house?

Yeah, it's empty.

Right. I want to
take a look at it.

- What, now?
- Yeah.

Get in.

What are we supposed
to be looking for?

Just trying to get a
handle on who he was.

Ah, right.

There's nothing up there.

It's just two empty bedrooms
that smell of cat piss.

- You got anything?
- No.

Old newspapers.

Nothing personal. No
photographs, letters.

And those are dated
three months ago.

- Have you checked the kitchen?
- Not yet.

Mike.

Mike.

Top right-hand corner.

Goldney Hospital
I.T. Department.

That's where Alistair
Morrison worked.

Get onto them.

Find out if Donald Hawthorn
worked in the same hospital.

That might be the link.

Yeah, it's Hedges. Hey, listen.

Get onto Goldney Hospital
and ask them... Yes, now!

Ask them if they ever
employed, in any capacity,

a Donald Hawthorn.

Yeah. Then get right
back to me, yeah.

Someone's been
using a computer here.

The power cable's
still plugged in.

Hello.

It's me from next door.

- Yeah, we're in here.
- Can you hear me?

Ah. I just wondered if
everything was all right.

Only you've been
in here for a while,

and I thought you might
have left with the keys.

How long did Donald
Hawthorn live here for?

Well, I've been here
for about 18 months,

so he must have been
here for two years.

I hardly ever saw him.

Never done
anything to it, has he?

Ah. Did he ever
have any visitors?

Well, they asked me
that before, but I said no.

But there was one.

Mind you, I haven't seen
her for quite some time,

but she wasn't that friendly.

Nor was he. Hm.
But people are people.

Hm. Hedges.

I didn't even know he was ill.

I didn't know he'd died until
his solicitor called 'round.

The woman who
wasn't very friendly...

You obviously spoke to her.

No. I tried to, but
she just ignored me.

When was this?

Do you recognize
anyone in these pictures?

Right. That was after he...

Yeah.

Mm, that's her, but I don't
recognize anyone else.

Sorry. Who do you recognize?

That woman.

She's the one that came here,
but she was wearing a headscarf.

Well, this should have
been checked out before.

Thanks very much for your help.

We'll drop the keys 'round.

Oh. Right.

After he retired,
Donald Hawthorn

worked as a part-time
gardener at Goldney Hospital.

Bring Vera and Eileen Judd in.

Commander Blake, I've
left three messages for you.

Dr. Wellesley's car is missing.

The registration is being
circulated, but no joy.

Ah, this is bloody insane.

What's also worrying is
that a bottle of spirit of salts

is missing.

It looks like Brenda Thornton
took it when she ransacked

Dr. Wellesley's bathroom
and kitchen cabinets.

Spirit of salts, ma'am,
is hydrochloric acid.

I could have an officer
stand by here if you want.

No. My brother-in-law's
here, so we're... we're fine.

But it might be a good idea
to get someone for tomorrow.

Yes, ma'am.

She is impossible to deal
with. No, girls, get in the car.

What's wrong? I thought the
girls were staying the night.

Tell her!

He lied to you! He lied to me!

I'm sorry, babies. Mummy
doesn't mean to shout,

but your daddy
is a total bastard!

- Sara, calm down.
- Calm down?

Go on, John. Tell her.

He was never gonna
let them stay with me.

He's booked them on a holiday
as far away as he could get...

Bloody Australia.

- The girls told me.
- Is this true?

The real situation is,

Suzanne's mother has had a
heart attack in New Zealand.

I told you to get in
the car. Now go, girls.

That's even further.

For God's sake, I could
be dead in a few weeks.

Sara, don't do this
in front of the girls.

Now go back up to the flat.

I want them with me!

I know you do. I know.

Just go back upstairs,
and I'll talk to John.

Fine, right. Take his side.
Everybody always does.

You mean bastard!

You knew how much she
was looking forward to this.

I am not prepared
to put the girls

through one more minute of this.

Your new wife isn't
their mother. She is.

She has every right
to be with her children.

And she could have been.
They could have stayed tonight.

But, oh, no! She
starts screaming again!

Well, I've got custody,

and I've got every right to do
what I want with my daughters.

Bastard.

I know all about you.

I don't know how you
got into this building,

but you better get the hell out.

I have a message
for your sister.

Give it to me.

Give it to me, and
I'll give it to her.

I've just about had it up to
here with people pushing me...

Sara!

No!

Sara!

No-o-o-o!

No-o-o-o-o-o-o!

Interview Room 3.

Upstairs, first door.

Is there an update?
What the hell's going on?

Don't have a go at
me. Or I might cry.

I've been on the
go for 48 hours.

Yeah, we've got a 10:00
deadline, £20 million price tag,

and only got 100K to play with.

We haven't got him
yet, but we've alerted

all the air- and seaports.

We think he's traveling under
the name of Donald Hawthorn.

What, so, he kills Hawthorn
at Eastlands Hospital

and then assumes his identity?

Yeah. He's been
using it for some time.

See, they knew each other.

Morrison worked at Goldney
Hospital as a computer analyst.

Hawthorn also worked
there as a part-time gardener.

But the real killer is...

- Alistair Morrison.
- Right.

You know the big
malpractice claim

he had against
Holy Trinity Hospital,

where his wife and baby died?

Well, at that time in 1998,

Michael Judd was also
admitted to Holy Trinity Hospital,

so Morrison could
have met the Judds.

You know, it's possible
that Eileen Judd

and maybe even the boy's
mother are involved in this.

God, you have been busy.

Well, let's just say that
I am back up to speed.

But Morrison is still missing.
We don't even have a photo ID.

We've got to find him.

They have to start
the payoff soon.

Gov, Vera and Eileen Judd
are ready to be interviewed.

Right. Well, let's
get on with it.

It was horrible. So horrible.

And it was all my fault.

Listen. You stop worrying.

I promise you, it looked
worse than it was.

I was angry.

And I took it out
on her. I'm sorry.

No.

Brenda Thornton
needs specialist care.

From now on, she's gonna get it.

You just concentrate
on getting yourself better.

Yeah.

I mean it.

I'm gonna get the
girls back to see you.

All right?

He started to
get very difficult.

I just couldn't handle him.

He was a boy, you
know, but in a man's body.

And he...

he wouldn't come
away from his computer.

Sex.

Always sex and
porn on his computer,

playing with himself.

I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't have him sent away.

Not my boy.

And when he started going
after the girls at the supermarket,

I was at my wits' end.

They wanted to press
charges for sexual harassment.

But Michael was just a boy.

He never meant to hurt me.

Mrs. Judd, did you remove
Michael's red-alert bracelet

while he was in the hospital?

Oh, my God.

What? You think I would
do that on purpose?

I loved my son. I loved Michael.

You're not answering
the question, Mrs. Judd.

Did you remove your son's
red emergency bracelet?

- No, I didn't.
- Please look at me.

Mrs. Judd...

did you remove his bracelet?

No, I didn't.

Did your sister remove it?

No.

You were asked if you
knew Alistair Morrison,

and you denied it.

Why did you lie?

Because I don't really know him.

I do recall meeting him.

When did you last see him?

I met him at the Holy
Trinity University years ago,

when Michael had an attack.

Mr. Morrison lost his
wife and his unborn child

to medical negligence.

Some doctor made a misdiagnosis,

and the poor man
lost everything.

Do you know Donald Hawthorn?

- I've never heard of him.
- You've never heard of him?

Well, we have a witness
who saw you visiting Morrison

at Donald Hawthorn's address...
Number 12, Ripplegrove Road.

I have no idea where that is.

Ms. Judd, why are you
continuing to lie to us?

We have a witness who
places you at that address.

Okay. What about you?

What were you hoping to
gain... A cut of the 20 million?

What 20 million?

Will you take part in an
identification procedure?

Whatever for?

You denied knowing
Donald Hawthorn,

denied being at his property.

Would you be
prepared to participate?

Yes.

Gov.

7:42 a.m.

D.S. Brian Hall has
entered the room.

The neighbor's been shown
the photos of Eileen Judd again,

and now she's not
sure that it was her...

because of the scarf.

Time's running out, gov.

The payoff deadline's 10:00.

7:43.

D.S. Hall has left the room.

All I want is
compensation for my sister.

My nephew was killed
through medical negligence.

I do not know Alistair Morrison.

This is harassment.

Don't think I won't get onto
the press about our treatment.

You can't cover it up.

The interview is now terminated.

If she contacts
Morrison, we'll know.

We have a tap on
all her phone lines.

Her service provider
will intercept her e-mails

and bounce them back.

So, what do we do now?
We've got two hours to go.

The money's been transferred

to his account in Geneva.

I've got the details
up here on the screen,

so if, and when, he
moves it, we'll know about it,

but, at this stage,
we've no idea

where he's going to send it.

I just hope that I can stay
in touch with my contacts

faster than he can
move the money.

Wait a minute.
Something's coming up.

Yup.

Yeah, £100,000 was transferred
to the London office of LMG,

then to your account
number 9993K GENEVA.

Yeah, I want the
intelligence now.

Yeah. 10 accounts?

All SWIFT transfers, yeah.

Private...

Yeah, all individuals.

Right. Fine.

Thank you.

Right. The 100,000 was
automatically transferred

to 10 different bank accounts
across different time zones.

Are these accounts
all in his name?

No. They'll be
individuals he's recruited.

How many people
are involved with this?

They won't be involved
in the blackmail.

They're more like
innocent mules.

What's happened
in previous cases is,

our suspect goes into
an Internet chat room,

establishes relationships
by claiming he wants

to buy a Rolls-Royce
or something in the U.K.

Says he lives in Rio,
doesn't want to pay tax

on the U.K. money transfer.

So he offers 10% to
anyone in the chat room

willing to accept payment
into that personal account.

They then wire on
the remaining 90%

to Morrison's U.K. bank account.

But even if the
money goes there,

that would be reported to NCIS.

I mean, it would be suicide
to send it into one account.

It would send alarm bells
right across the system.

Some of these
banks aren't open yet,

so we've just gained some time.

Wait a minute.

Mike...

Eileen Judd works for
a bank, doesn't she?

You're not going
to work, are you?

Just eat your breakfast, Vera.

One of us has to earn a living,

and I'm not always
going to be here.

I can't be late.

Why can't I get a signal?

All those things they said.

All those questions.

Don't be stupid, Vera.

You did not doctor
any medical reports.

You have every right
to your compensation.

How many times do we
have to go through this?

I've told you... You
did not kill Michael.

Yes, I did.

I told you to get rid of this.

He wasn't supposed to die.

Just get sick.

It's breaking my heart.

Vera, listen to me.

You're gonna come
into a lot of money.

For the first time in
your life, you'll be free.

You can go abroad.

You know... Take
a trip, have a cruise.

Vera?

Will you come with me?

Yes, of course I will.

Did they ask you
about Alistair Morrison?

What did you tell them?

Well, that I'd
forgotten I'd met him.

You liked him.

Yes, but it wouldn't
have worked out.

It was really
difficult being friends

with a man who's
carrying a tragedy around.

Yeah.

His wife and baby died.

He was so angry.

I remember he was a
very angry, sad man.

You get angry, Vera.

It will help you.

Yeah, Eileen Judd's
the head cashier,

and she does all
the foreign banking.

Alistair.

But she's got no
personal account.

Yeah, we're talking
to the manager now.

And where is she?

She hasn't left home yet.

Have you got somebody on her?

The world and his bloody mother.

Yes, I'll hold.

I've taken everybody
off the Internet café,

but they've only had about 45
minutes to set up at the bank.

No account in the
name of Alistair Morrison.

Well, get them to check if they
have one under Hawthorn's name.

No luck with an account
in Morrison's name,

so we're checking Hawthorn now.

You have? Can you
give me the details?

- Hang on.
- You sure?

Donald Hawthorn?

Yes.

I have his details
up on the screen.

Our account AXT3271, Hawthorn,

H-A-W-T-H-O-R-N,
is in the black...

£2,300.60.

I'm looking at it. That's
all he has in his current.

I can check his reserve...

and foreign account.

No, nothing but a few Euros.

If anything is gonna clear
in Hawthorn's account,

it should show up now.

Any suspiciously large credits

will be reported to
NCIS by his bank.

But as head cashier,

Eileen could conveniently
forget to do that.

We have visual containment

of the inside and
outside of the premises

and a mobile surveillance
team ready to slot in.

We are blocking
Eileen Judd's mobile

to stop her contacting him.

We're an hour off his deadline,

and we still don't have a
photograph of Morrison.

Yes. Hawthorn's
account is on the up.

By how much?

- 90,000.
- Yeah.

That's the 100,000 we sent him,

minus the 10% cut
for each of the mules.

So he should be right there
waiting for the bank to open.

Right.

Eileen Judd's on the move.

Subject using laptop computer.

Yeah, she's still
trying to use her laptop.

She obviously hasn't worked out

why her e-mails are being
bounced back, thank Christ.

Yeah, when she gets off,
you give her a lot of space.

I don't want her spooked.

A dead-baby scenario
is the last thing we need.

And here she is.

Come on, Eileen.

♪ Too-ra, loo-ra ♪

Subject one exiting
bus, en route for location.

We've got five minutes
until the bank opens.

Alistair Morrison.

And this was processed
eight months ago...

Donald Hawthorn's
passport photo.

It's the same man.

Has Hedges seen them?

They've been e-mailed
to the incident room.

We need to get them to him.

He's with the surveillance team.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Morning, Eileen.

Here we go.

Bang on cue.

Bank's open.

Oh, shit.

The manager looks
like a bundle of nerves.

Hope he doesn't blow it for us.

Suspect... IC1, male,

receding hair,
slim build, specs.

Come on. Come on.

6 feet tall.

Repeat. Suspect
is 6 foot, slim build.

Could be wearing
rimless glasses.

What do you reckon? Is it him?

Yeah, it's him.

We have positive ID.

Subject two is on the plot.

Now he's walking up to the bank.

Right. Stay well back.
Hold your positions.

Subject two has
entered the premises.

All units on standby.

Good morning. What
can I do for you today?

Are you all right?

I've been trying to
contact you all morning.

They took Vera and
me in for questioning,

so the sooner you're
out of here, the better.

Withdrawal or transfer?

Transfer, to Spain.

Is the money here yet?

Yes.

It will take 24 hours, but if
you have an account there,

you can transfer
it via the Internet.

How much is in?

What's the exchange
rate for Euros today?

I'll just check the
rate with the manager.

He's talking about
Internet transfers

and Euro rates.

Oh, shit.

I can't hear what he's saying.

Yeah, if he signs or touches
the transfer, you move in.

- What?
- Yeah, right.

That's all. Thank you.

He's doing what?

Send them in.

Go! Go! Go! All units go in!

Where's the manager?

Is there another way
out of this building?

There's a fire exit over there.

Get everybody out. And
then get me some backup.

Make sure he's okay.

Where the hell are they?

I think they've
gone up on the roof.

Where does this roof lead to?

- I can't.
- Come on.

I won't let you fall.

Come on. That's it.

- Anything?
- They've not come through there.

Ah, they must have gone up.

Come on.

There's a door open.

They've made it
into the warehouse.

Go on, lad.

Confirm suspects,
south side of building.

Okay, you five up the stairs.

Shit.

Do we have an exit
from the warehouse?

We've got to make
it across here.

My car's on the other
side, and we're out of here.

- No, I can't, Alistair.
- Come on.

Jesus. They're
out of their minds.

Okay. Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Give me it!

Aah!

Come on.

Do you know what he just said?

If it wasn't for that stupid
bitch, he'd have got away.

Don't feel too sorry for her.

Michael Judd's
hospital alert bracelet.

So, will D.C.I. Hedges
be getting a commendation

for his Cirque du Soleil act?

Oh, it's Sumpter.

Maybe it's
congratulations all 'round.

Good morning, sir.

Yes, a good result, I think.

Yes, sir.

What?

Sumpter has just informed me

that there's going to
be an official inquiry

into my handling of the
James Lampton case.

They're looking into the
handling of the Lampton case.

- It's unbelievable.
- They're not gonna suspend you.

That depends on Blackton
and what he digs up.

I need to determine

whether or not your
relationship with James Lampton

could create a very
unpleasant backlash.

- You getting worried?
- Hungry.

Do you know what
turns me on, James?

Well, well, well,
Commander Blake.

You knew him
well, did you, Mike?

I do know he was a
good and decent officer.

So if you don't need
me, I would like to get on

with trying to find
out who killed him.

What are you implying,
Mike? That one of us killed him?

He's recovered footage
stored on the hard drive. Of me.

You're in deep
trouble, Commander.

When would it be
convenient to talk?