All language subtitles for Thorne s01e02 Sleepyhead 2.eng

That's three dead girls
and all looked like strokes.

(Anne) Her brain works, she can hear you,
but she can't move.

It's like waking up in your own coffin.

Now, you're the one who found
Miss Willetts, aren't you?

Yeah, I found her passed
out in the car park.

(Jeremy) Do you remember me, Alison?

Of course you do. I'm Jeremy.
I'm the doctor who treated you when you first arrived.

Dr Jeremy Bishop.

Do we like him for it?

You see, the funny thing is the hospital has
no record of calling you on Sunday night.

If you need to verify any of this,
you can do so with my colleague Dr Coburn.

- She one of your missing?
- Helen Doyle.

(Alison) Oh, God!

You've got to remember
and find a way to tell me! Tell me!

She just communicated with me.
Do you understand? She blinked.

Alison wasn't a mistake.

She was the first one he got right.

"Dear Tom. Sorry.
They're dead, and it's down to me."

Tom just shook Frank Calvert by the hand.

He looked into his eyes, and he just knows.

This is the guy
that's killed those six gay men.

Sleepyhead.

(Footsteps)

(Rapid footsteps)

They're on their way.

Tom! Breathe, Tom!

Tom.

Breathe!

Tom!

Where are those fuckin' paramedics?!

- (Steady beeping)
- Can you name the last six prime ministers?

(Clock chiming)

- (Siren wailing)
- Brown, obviously.

- (Monitor beeping)
- Blair.

- (Siren blaring)
- Major.

Thatcher. Callaghan.

And...

was it Heath or Wilson?

- (Steady beeping)
- Eh? Heath or Wilson?

- (Clock chiming)
- Heath, right?

Come on, Tommy.

It was Harold Wilson.

1974 to '76. Lib-Lab pact.

And all that.

(Steady beeping)

Tom?

Tommy?

Hey. Hey, you're all right.
You're in a hospital.

You've been here two days.

What's that?

(Whispers) He was there, Dad.

No, no, no, I can't hear you. Sorry.

- (Steady beeping)
- I couldn't do anything. Couldn't move.

Oh, you did everything you could, son.

You sent them a text
so they knew where to find you.

- Did they get him?
- Listen, I'm gonna take you home.

Your mam'll take care of you.
She'll soon sort you out.

- (Rapid beeping)
- Tommy, don't try and get up! Don't! Don't!

Jesus Christ! Your heart stopped!

- (Rapid beeping)
- Sorry, sir.

Rest now, please.

You let them catch him, eh?
You let them do it.

(Gasping)

- (Rapid beeping)
- (Nurse) Yeah. Dr Strohm wants to see you.

Yeah, sure, I'll just scrub up now.

(Kevin) "Dear Tom.

"Sorry.

"They're dead,

"and it's down to me.

"I don't understand it.
I never wanted to hurt anyone.

"But they keep breaking.

"I feel like you know me.

"I think about you and it feels special,

- "like a sex thing."
- (Phone ringing)

Tom.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry, Tom.
He mentions Frank Calvert in the note.

Jesus. You don't know
about the note, do you?

"Dear Tom.

"I know about Frank.

"I know all your stories.

"I'd like us to be able to talk about it.

"Can I come and see you, Tom?"

(Birdsong)

Tom, this changes everything. He's hurt
one of us. And we're gonna get this fuck.

Ringside seat this time.

It's great to have you back on board.

I'm just getting this lot up to speed.
There's four bodies now. He's after Frank's crown.

Yeah? How did you work that out?

- The dead girls are all in white.
- (Sighs)

Well, doesn't that sound
like some sort of copycat to you, Tom?

Frank Calvert killed six gay guys
and his three girls.

Whoever wrote that note
doesn't want to kill anyone.

He wants them alive. Locked in.

I tell you what, Kevin, if you want to run with
this, that's up to you. Knock yourself out.

Yvonne, my office. I want to be brought
up to speed on this new profile, all right?

Oh, sorry, have I missed something here?

You've been out for 36 hours, Tom.

Ruth felt that I should...

Where are your shoes, Tom?

(Vomits and spits)

You shouldn't be here, Tom.

You can go back to hospital
or I'm putting you in a hotel.

The Assistant Commissioner
wants you looked after.

- Oh, aye? What do you have in mind, then?
- (Toilet flushing)

Two weeks at Champneys spa or an
overnight at the Travelodge? I'm fine.

The hospital said you'd be out
for two weeks, rest for six.

I made Tughan investigating officer.

Yeah, temporary.

But I'm back now, aren't I?

Kevin thought you were followed home
from Dr Coburn's house.

- He's got Dr Bishop's under surveillance.
- Nah.

I interviewed Bishop. I can't see it.

Well, so did Kevin, yesterday.

For a man who wears an expensive watch,
he's pretty sketchy on his time.

- What have you got on your feet?
- Eh?

(Laughs) Oh, yeah.

I borrowed them.

You need a break. You can have
a week in my timeshare in Tenerife.

Kev isn't getting it. This guy doesn't
want to kill. He wants to lock them in.

That note as good as said it.

- I think you're wrong. I'm not alone.
- (Sighs)

He's killed four times. That's what he wants.
Dead girls. And you'd be dead too.

2:53am. "Send help." Christ, Tom, if you'd
not sent that message, where would you be?

I didn't.

- He did.
- (Door creaks)

He had no intention of killing me.

- Well, why attack you, then?
- I don't know. To show that he could.

Oh, you see, this is you, Tom. You get an idea
in your head, and everyone else is stupid.

I want focused, not fixated.

I'm not going anywhere.

DI Thorne would like a role in your investigation.
How do you feel about that?

Well, I can use all the help I can get.

Well, you can stay on,
but you're taking orders, not giving them.

(Sniffs)

(Slams)

- (Keys jingle)
- (Lock crunches)

(Door creaks)

(Water running)

(Door creaks)

The only two things in life
that make it worth living

Is guitars tuned good
and firm-feeling women

I don't need my name
in the marquee lights

I got my song
and I got you with me tonight...

- (Loud drilling and traffic)
- ..supposed to be that way

You're supposed to know...

(Doorbell)

It don't matter anyway...

What?

(Man) Dr Anne Coburn to see you, sir.

- Is she not dangerous?
- (Buzz)

- So, here you are.
- You shouldn't be here.

You shouldn't be here.
You should be lying in a hospital bed.

- Oh!
- What is it? Let me see.

Look at me. You...look terrible.

I'm fine.

(Sighs)

Wow. Were you robbed as well?

Eh? Oh, no, that was always like that.

- That's very funny.
- No, it's not.

You think that's appropriate
after what I've been through?

It's very inappropriate, and, um...
I'm sorry, Tom. I'm gonna go.

You need to get some rest.
Can I get you anything before I leave?

- Do you want a cup of tea?
- I want you to stay here.

Tonight. Please.

But it don't matter anyway...

OK, yeah.

If I can't be there...

- (Loud music playing)
- (Chatter)

Did I do it wrong?

- Action!
- OK.

(Theme music plays)

It probably looked innocent enough,

but perhaps someone saw him
talking to her or taking her coat.

Alison had been with her
friends all evening...

(Alison) She does not look
anything like me, does she?

I mean, she's at least a ten,
and I'm an eight, probably a six by now.

Oh, I love that dress.

Alison, I'm sorry. That is so insensitive.
Shall I turn it off?

(Alison) No. Leave it.
(Kevin) We believe she was drunk.

(Alison) I want to know.

(Kevin) It was only after
Alison returned home

- that the assailant came to her door.
- (Alison) I let him in. Stupid bitch.

(Kevin) He used the pretext
of returning her coat to gain entrance.

(Alison) Tom said he found my coat.

(Kevin) The coat was found
at her home address.

Alison would have been
incapacitated by now.

It may have looked like she'd been
drinking too much and he was assisting her.

(Alison) He touched me, didn't he?

Why can't I remember?

There is always a sexual element
to his attacks.

He tends to prey on women in their 20s.

(Ringing)

In addition to the horrific injuries suffered
by Miss Willetts, this man has killed...

What is Tughan talking about?
There was no indication of anything sexual.

- No, it's good.
- His last victim was Madeleine Vickery, 24.

He's messing with him, trying to get him
to justify himself, make a mistake.

Jane's doing well.

What's with the deep-throat whisper?
Oh, I get it. You slapper.

You could have been lying dead
in that stupid fucking flat.

No one would have known about it till the
Wine Rack on the corner went out of business.

- Yeah, were you worried about me?
- Worried about you, Teflon Tom?

Murdered Monday, comatose Tuesday,
shagging on Wednesday.

- I thought I was dead, Phil.
- Yeah, I know.

And you were worried about me, weren't you?
Come on, admit it. Tosser.

(Whispers) Bullshit.

This man is known to frequent bars
where young people gather.

God's sake.
What are we meant to do, lock them up?

(Kevin) A car was seen,
a dark saloon car, possibly a BMW.

Rachel, was that the girl
your mum was treating?

(Kevin) Did you see a car fitting
this description leaving her building?

If anything you've seen tonight
jogs your memory...

- Oh, look at him. He's gorgeous.
- (Laughter)

All calls will be treated
with the utmost confidentiality.

- (Phones ringing)
- Here come the crazies.

Right, if that guy so much as farts
in the bath, we've got him.

This man is dangerous
and sexually predatory.

It hurt...hurts.

The pattern of his attacks indicates a man

driven by what police psychologists suggest

is a desire to hurt
and sexually dominate women.

It...

Leonie, they're lies. This is all lies.
I'm trying to save you.

Save you.

Red.

Yes.

- I...I love?
- What?

Hold on, hold on.

Yes, "I love." L.

Purple.

O. Yes.

Yellow. N.

Lon. I love Lon.

Pink.

D.

(Gasping in her head)

Lon. I love London. I love London.

(Tom) What's that?
Is that something he said to you?

No.

- Is it a T-shirt he had on or...
- (Alison) I'd tell you if I knew.

I don't remember. I'm herding cats in here.

I know it's tough. I know
you're scrabbling around for memories.

Anything you've got.

(Alison) I'm blinking for wheels here, pal,
while you're making doe eyes at Dr Love.

I thought she was looking peaky.

Alison, you know these words
you've told us, these two,

are they one word or two, huh?

Van. Say. Is it two words or one?

- Huh?
- I don't know what it means, Tom.

- I just heard it.
- Is it a name or a place?

Alison, come on, van say.

You're the detective, Tom.
Please work this out.

You know this other word
you spelt out. Bright.

Bright. Was that like a lamp?
Was it a window? Huh?

Alison, was it like a window in there?

- Did you see out of a window?
- I can't see him.

(Man) If you need anything...
(Anne) Heart rate's gone up.

Listen, let's give the DynoBox a try.

We tried it yesterday.
She's not used to it yet, OK?

But it reads her eye movements so...

- (Beeping)
- ..Let's give it a go.

(Beeping)

(Alison sobs in her head)

Elephant?

Elephants.

OK.

- You all right, Mr Ramsey? How you keeping?
- OK, you know.

This place.
Drunks and girls with black eyes.

Weekends are worse.

- I told you I was gonna be sick!
- (Tannoy) Dr McGann to Obstetrics, please.

Dr McGann to Obstetrics, please.

- You all right, sir?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Thanks for coming to pick me up.
Thought you'd be busy.

- I am. I mean, we are.
- What?

Mr Tughan was wondering if we could, um...

Crimetime, there were 2,000 calls so it's the follow-up.
So he was wondering if we could...

- Follow them up?
- Yeah, yeah.

Focus on recent incident dates
and geographic reoccurrences.

We? What, like you and me? No way.

Anyway, I've been poorly.
Everyone knows that.

Everyone knows you're not gonna stay away.
That's why he's putting you on Crimetime.

You still think he's trying to keep
the girls alive, don't you?

Worked on Alison, didn't it?

He's not gonna stop now.

Question is, when did it start?

There must have been a time before.

I mean before Alison, before Christine,
before Madeleine even.

Sir?

Yeah, OK, Crimetime. We can follow it up.

We, sir? What, are we like BFFs now?

First you're wearing
my Puma Sky II Hi Tops and...

Shut up, you wanker.

Hey, you won't be laughing when I
sell your trainers on eBay, will you?

Thanks, Tom, really. I'm gonna need you.

No problem. You looked taller on the telly.

(Dave) So did something in the Crimetime
programme jog your memory, Miss Byrne?

I mean, this happened to you over a year ago.
How come you didn't go to the police then?

I thought it was a dream.

I'm into dreams. I keep a dream diary.

(Bells chiming)

(Clears throat) Right.
So, you wrote it down, then?

No.

Funny, that.

I know it was November.

They'd just opened the Starbucks
opposite the tube.

They sell off their sandwiches half price
at the end of the day.

I thought I had too much coffee
cos I came over funny.

Then I was at my own front door,
just like in a dream. There and then here.

Yeah, and that was that. Nice.
Well, thank you, Maggie, you've been really...

He must have followed me, because suddenly
someone was helping me in the door.

I was out on the street.

- Yeah?
- He had my keys. I suppose I fell.

And I was on the floor.

But I couldn't feel the tiles
cos I was lying on a thing, like plastic.

And I was being sick.

But I thought, "That's all right,
cos there's a plastic sheet."

It was a dream, wasn't it?

Next thing I know,
Pascal was licking my face.

- Pascal?
- (Bells chiming)

- (Purrs)
- (Man) Maggie, listen to me.

Listen.

- Maggie, can you hear me?
- (Man) Maggie, stay with me.

- What can you see? It's just a dream.
- (Man) I'm not trying to hurt you.

I'm trying to save you.

- Can you see him?
- No, I can't see him.

- Why can't you see him, Maggie?
- He could have hurt me but he didn't.

He brought me back to life.

- He so sweet. He's talking to me.
- Maggie.

- Crying. Telling me he's scared.
- (Man's distorted voice)

- (Man) Maggie, can you hear me?
- All he wanted was to help me.

- It will be over soon.
- Try to remember.

Did you see anything? Did you see him?

Did you see him?

No. I don't like this.
You're playing with me.

- (Dave) It's all right, Maggie.
- It was a dream. I want you to go now.

Did he take anything?
I mean, is anything missing?

No. I'd have known.

I mean, if something was missing, I'd have
known it wasn't a dream, wouldn't I, dummy?

(Sighs)

I gave him a gift. In the dream, I mean.

He was so upset and worried about stuff.
He was ever so grateful in the dream.

So, I told him this is what I do
when I was worried.

I tell my worries to my
worry dolls, you know.

Perfect little things.

Here we are.

It wasn't a dream, was it?

(Sniffs)

We should get them together.
Get Maggie down to the Great Eastern.

Anne said parallel association
can sometimes prompt memory

so if we get Maggie talking,
it might trigger something in Alison.

All right, so I'll type it up
and tell the guv...

guv.

I'll just...I'll call it in, whatever.

You arrested someone who was halfway round
the world when these killings began.

- Is that a feeling you want to get used to?
- It proves what you've been saying.

We wait, understand? Keep it to ourselves
until we know what this is.

- Get Maggie down to the hospital.
- (Phone ringing)

Yes, sir.

Holland.

- (Seagulls cry)
- He's gone down-market this time, sir.

Needle tracks. We're thinking prostitute.

My Crimetime broadcast is really working.
We're squeezing him.

He's a celebrity now.
He can't cruise the fancy bars any more.

A dead homeless teenager
and that's actioned progress, is it?

If he kerb-crawled her,
chances are Vice'll have it on file.

And the other punters must have seen
something. A car, a BMW perchance.

Have you enough to pick Bishop up?

Forty grand a day, that's
what this is costing.

They want an arrest for the money.
You need to make choices, Kevin.

Pick him up or pick on someone else.

(Siren blaring)

(Seagulls cry)

Great.

(Tannoy announcement)

Dead girls in white gowns.

Remind you of anything, Phil?

(Birdsong)

Cos I've got a long memory.

You two and your secrets.

I told you, I've got a
nose for these things.

What's that?

- It's an ECG pad.
- So, he's had her on a heart monitor?

IV units, infusion pumps, cardiac monitors.
This guy's got a regular ICU somewhere.

Listen, you...you call me as soon
as you've done the initial, yeah?

Shouldn't I be calling Kevin?

Well, he's the boss now, isn't he?

I'll see you up there.

What if he finds out?

Look, I'm not talking about a poxy postmortem.
He's taken my Calvert files.

He thinks it's a copycat, OK? He's wrong.

Well, you just keep your head down.
Cos if this guy doesn't get you, Tughan might.

(Seagulls cry)

(Jazz playing)

Tom Thorne.

- A name I always liked.
- Gina, you're looking good.

- Aren't you going to buy me a drink?
- You're joking, aren't you?

By the looks of things, you can buy me one.

You haven't come here
to make trouble, Tom, have you?

Leonie Holden. She's 18 years old.

- Not one of mine.
- She's dead.

Found her body washed up yesterday.

The guy you've been reading about,
she's his fifth.

There are a lot of pretty girls out there
and sometimes they become dead girls.

No, I need your help on this, Gina.

Just ask around for me.
Take me to where these girls work.

I can't go to Vice on this one.
I don't know any of the new faces, do I?

Please come with me.

- (Chopping)
- But that's not what I mean.

Why are they putting you with him?

Sophie, we're following leads.
Crimetime comes out with like 600 people.

Nobody trusts Tom Thorne.
Your dad said he was a drunk.

My dad? My dad sat behind a desk
for 25 years looking for three stripes.

Now he talks like he's fucking RoboCop.

(Sniffs) I know what I'm doing.

(Chuckles) Really, Dave? You've got onion
on your hand and you're wiping your eyes.

(Sniffs)

Why do you think Tughan put you with him?

He could have had me watching CCTV.

- Mm-hm?
- He assigned me to Thorne.

This is how you repay him?

By keeping secrets?

Now, I hope you're a better cop
than you are a cook, David Spencer Holland.

If you need me I'll be in my boudoir,
peeing like a racehorse.

(Music playing)

Hey, Mr Tughan, it's Dave.

I need... Dave Holland. I need to talk to
you so I was wondering if we can meet.

I just want to go over something
we found today. Er...yeah, Thorne found.

It's just one of the Crimetime follow-ups.
I think it's significant.

I didn't really feel comfortable...

I'm sorry to trouble you
so late, Mrs Calvert.

I don't normally let people into my house.
They get too much of a kick out of it.

I'm not here for kicks.
I need to talk to you about your ex-husband.

The man attacking these women,
he wrote us a note,

and it mentions Frank.

I tried to warn you all way before.

I screamed and shouted.

That's all I was, right?
A screamy alky bitch.

If you'd got in there then, you could
have stopped him killing my girls.

I'm sorry.

We made mistakes.

That's why I'm here.
I'm sorry to hear about James.

But I really need see his personal effects.

There's not much left of my son.

James killed himself, Mr Tughan.
Let's not mealy-mouth here.

He put himself under a train.

I buried a coffin full of mush.

If you lot had listened to me...

I told you Frank was abusing our son,
but you weren't interested.

If you'd got him then... Christ!

- Did something happen to James...
- (Train passing)

..towards the end?

Was there any new friends?
Anyone take an unnatural interest in him?

He was hanging out with all sorts,
the last few years.

They loved having a bit
of Frank Calvert's son.

I told him I didn't want to see him.
I didn't even give him my new address.

This man, Jeremy Bishop,
was he a friend of James from back then?

- I don't know.
- Think about it.

Think about it?

Back then?

(Sobs) You think
I ever think about anything else?

(Cries)

- OK, Teresa. Shh.
- (Crying)

- (Foghorn)
- The bars are all closed

It's four in the morning

- Must have shut 'em all down
- (Chuckling)

By the shape that I'm in...

So, er...how many girls
have you brought here, then?

Oh, not many.

Not many women pass the Gary Grill test.

(Laughs)

Where's Rachel tonight?

She's with her dad.

He's probably talking to her about Kasabian
and, um...contraception.

- (Chuckles)
- (Horn sounds)

She seems great.

She's a nightmare. She terrifies me.

(Sighs) She just...
she's got so much hope, you know?

(Horn sounds)

How about you? No kids?
Did you ever come close?

- I don't know. Maybe.
- OK.

Well, which? You don't know, or maybe?

Once nearly.

I was seeing this girl and she wanted to, but
I was working this case and some kids died.

After that, you know.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- (Phone rings)
- Oh, shit.

Listen, I'm sorry, I need to get this.

Hello. Yeah?

Look, Chloe, my mum said no bars.

You're not at a bar, Rachel.
You're at your dad's, all right?

That, my friend, is the up side to divorce.

OK, ladies, come through.
How you doing, all right?

Sorry, come back after the Olympics, love.

- (Chloe) Rache, wait there!
- Let's go. I'm sorry.

(Music playing)

(Loud music playing)

Tughan, he's over my shoulder
the whole time.

Look, he's shitting himself.
He wanted this case. Now he's got to deliver.

Ah, he knows something.
Never trusted him. Never.

I'm a triple threat,
pathologist, poof, pal of yours.

- What have you found?
- Not a lot.

She had high levels of oxygen in her blood
so she might have been hooked up to a mast.

There were some PM10s in her lungs.
You know, some other trace element.

Zinc oxide, copper.

They reckon she worked out east
so that's no surprise.

The whole place
is a construction site right now.

Helen Doyle lived the
other side of town too.

Picked up the exact same thing,
only much lower concentration.

Her exposure was recent and brief.

- He's taking 'em east.
- Thanks very much.

What, is that it?

Are you just gonna leave me here
drinking on my own?

(Cheering)

What's the matter, Phil? This all getting to you?
Cos it's getting to me, you know.

Why is Tughan so interested in Calvert?

Are you not just the tiniest bit
worried about it? Cos I am.

We survived that, remember?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Maybe it wouldn't be
such a bad thing if he found out.

Cos it stains us.

(Cheering and whistling)

We'll just get this guy
and then we'll talk about it, yeah?

Phil.

Phil!

Just forget about it, yeah?

Cos I'm fucking tired!

Let's get out of here, yeah?
Come on, we'll talk about it.

Phil!

(Clock ticking)

Was he gay? Frank?

I always thought that was the real reason
he killed homosexuals.

You think he was that picky?

(Train whistle blows)

That man obliterated everything.

He'd have cut the sun out of the sky
if he could.

Frank told James he'd kill anyone
who betrayed his secrets.

Now they're all dead or forgotten.

But not Frank Calvert.

He'll never be gone.

I want you to leave now.

(Dance music playing inside)

Don't I know you?

OK.

(Footsteps)

(Low chatter)

Her name's Leonie.
She worked around here. She's 18.

- (Regular beeps)
- This way.

Oh, it's all right. You told us your story
before. You can tell us again.

Hi. You must be Maggie.

My name's Anne Coburn. I'm Alison's doctor.
I...I told her to expect you.

(Alison) Hey, Maggie.
You've got to do this.

- (Anne talking quietly)
- Don't be scared of the freak.

Her name's Leonie Holden.
That's her real name.

- No.
- No, I don't.

- Do you think she worked round here?
- Maybe a few nights ago.

- Do you know where she lives?
- Yeah, it's a squat in Cranmer Street.

That's great. Thanks for your time.

She was here two nights ago. She didn't
get any business and she went home.

The girl says it was a
squat in Cranmer Street.

- (Regular beeping)
- That must be what dying feels like.

It wasn't bad, like when you're in a bath
and you sink your head back in the water.

It's in between this and that.

Is that how it felt for you?

(Alison) How it felt? I don't know.

I can't feel a thing.

They're the last feelings I'll ever have
and I can't bloody remember!

He's going to save me.
He's talking to me, like a rhyme.

Same thing over and over,
like something you say to a kid.

Her squat's got to be
around here someplace.

He must have picked her up
on her walk home.

(Men shout)

Avancez! Avancez!

Avancez!

Van Say? Was it one word or two words?
Was it his name?

Avancez!

Avancez! Avancez!

(Men shouting)

Avancez! Avancez! Avancez!

Avancez!

- Avancez!
- Let's go round the back.

(Metal clanging)

(Whispers) You should go.

(Footstep)

(Door creaks)

(Traffic outside)

(Shouting outside)

Avancez! Avancez!

Avancez!

(Whispers) Listen, you'd better go.
Go on now, go on.

(Whispers) Shit.

(Man outside) Avancez!

(Birdsong)

They don't look dead, do they?

- Tom!
- Gina!

- (Running steps)
- He...he's here!

(Sobs)

(Panting)

Hey!

Aah!

Oh!

- How long have you been there, then?
- Too long.

- (Low chatter)
- (Man outside) Avancez! Avancez! Avancez!

(Chuckles) Oh, you look gorgeous.

- (Low chatter)
- (Man outside) Avancez! Avancez!

We'll get prints, we'll get DNA
and we'll have him in 24 hours.

- Where's Gina?
- The hooker? She's in A&E.

Kitson's taking her statement.

You can always question Margaret
Byrne again, the second survivor.

She's there with Alison Willetts.
Tom and Dave found her from Crimetime responses.

- Well, it's nice of you to join us.
- Sorry, ma'am.

I wasn't warned.
I was at the archives in Ealing.

If Thorne had told me what he was doing,

if he'd bothered to tell his IO the
little things like witnesses, evidence...

Tom found this on his own.

You've got 40 detectives working shifts.

Take this and use it, but don't blame the
man for finding something you couldn't.

No, no! Get off of me! Leave me alone! No!

(Regular bleeps)

- (Raised voices)
- Leave me alone!

- Ma'am?
- Ma'am's gone.

Talk to Pops.

(Beeps)

(Regular beeps)

- I'm sorry about before. I didn't...
- Oh, Maggie, she can't see you there.

If you stand here in front of her.

Jesus.

(Low chatter)

Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude or unkind.

I just wasn't expecting...

you.

(Regular beeping)

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm OK. I just need to get some air.

(Regular beeping)

(Low chatter)

- I need to go down to X-ray to intubate.
- Mary, could you go up to Neurology?

Could we have a duty cleaner
to reception, please?

A duty cleaner to reception.

He's coming down in the lift.

(Woman) Security to Triage, please.
Security to Triage.

Can you stay with me?

Somebody get the medics!
I need some help now!

- (Woman screams)
- Someone get me a doctor!

I've got severe lacerations to the neck!
Someone get me a fucking medic!

(Screaming)

- Maggie! Maggie, squeeze my hand!
- Doctor, quickly!

Stay with me, Maggie! Ready?

Now I'm going to sit you up.
One, two, three, go!

Cover it! I found her through there!

Through there!
I found her there in the toilet!

- In the toilet!
- You're gonna be all right!

(Chatter)

Two doctors, please! This is an emergency!

She's lost a lot of blood!

Night-night.

Sleepyhead.

Miss Calvert?

Ringside seat, Mr Thorne.

(Yells)

Why didn't you come to me?
I would have helped you back then.

(Ruth) Tom, this is not a ghost story.

Francis. Only my mum
still calls me Francis.

(Alison) Rachel!

It can't be, Alison, because he's dead!
I killed him!

I know who did this.

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