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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?