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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?