Hey!
Come on!
He's round the back! Come on!
I found her! I found her!
She was already dead!
Stay there.
Jesus!
She's been here a while.
No blood.
No sign of a struggle.
What do you think? She fell?
Hit her head?
Heart attack?
Hello?
"What's got a one-inch knob and hangs down?"
I don't know. What has a one-inch knob and hangs down?
"A bat."
"Your mother's got me on this diet. My pee smells of stewed cabbage."
Oh yeah? That's nice.
Listen. What is it, Dad? I'm at work.
"What's got a nine-inch knob and hangs up?"
I don't know what has a...
Natural causes, then?
Sir?
Want me to call Borough and let them handle it?
No.
You think this is a crime scene?
Yeah, I do. Call it in.
And call Phil Hendricks.
Ow! Agh! That's my neck, Phil.
Shut up, Tom. I'm mushed out on midazolam.
Remember, with a sedative that strong I can do anything I like.
I just bend your head a few degrees this way,
apply pressure to these points here to kink the artery,
and it's good night, Tom.
Oh!
So she wasn't strangled then?
That's what I've been trying to tell you.
A bit elaborate though, isn't it?
If it wasn't for the midazolam and the tranquiliser in her bloods
I'd have said classic ischemia. I presume that was the idea.
Make it look like a stroke. Natural causes.
A stroke? She's only 28.
You see it, smokers, on the pill...
So the only suspicious indicators would be these bruises
and the sedative, yeah? Yep. Looks like a left-hander.
I tell you what, she's the only one we've found.
How many have you missed?
What have you got for me?
What is this? The Pussycat Dolls?
We circulated the indications to pathologists in the South East
on Tuesday, came up with two further matches.
Madeline Vickery, deceased February '09,
Christine Owen, died April.
Three dead girls. And all look like strokes.
Looks like a stroke, quacks like a stroke.
How do I know it isn't one?
We don't, for sure, but even if I dig up Madeline and Christine,
those bodies are 12 and 14 months old. So no use to us.
But all three are under 30.
All three died of ischemic strokes. Oedema in the same places.
Upper neck, both sides, a bit deeper on the left.
So our guy's left-handed.
We picked up a partial print from the car he struck.
Puma size nine.
But not from the guy who tripped over her?
No, he wears a 10 and he's a thief, not a multiple killer.
So he must be trained. Medical.
And there'll be more. Why not?
He's careful. There's no sexual assault, no heat.
All three girls were found in their flat. No forced entry,
no sign of a struggle. He's there and he's gone.
Sounds like the fucking angel of death.
Yeah. Wearing size nine Pumas.
Take care.
You're Alison.
You OK?
I'm gonna take care of you now.
Don't worry, I'm here. Shh.
♪ Satan is real working in spirit
♪ You can see him and hear him in this world every day
♪ Satan is real working with power
♪ He can tempt you and lead you astray. ♪
♪ I attended service at a little church
♪ In the country not long ago
♪ A prayer was led by an old country preacher who then raised his hands
♪ As everyone stood and sang My God Is Real
♪ A warm breeze through the open windows
♪ Brought in the smell of new mown hay in a nearby field
♪ And the singing of birds could be heard in the moment...
Alison Willetts, 23.
That's good work, well done.
Holland, sir. David.
Dave. Yeah, I knew that.
Actually, it weren't me. Hospital called in as suspicious a week ago.
Didn't seem that much of a priority then.
Want some free advice, Dave? Sir?
Take the credit.
Come on.
Suppose she's lucky, this one, Alison?
So a coma's lucky in Dave world?
Luckier than dead.
Yvonne, where am I going?
Third floor. Neurology. ICU.
Look after this one for us, will you?
You alright?
Jesus!
Thanks for taking the time to talk to us, Mr Ramsey.
You're the one who found Miss Willetts, aren't you?
Yeah, I found her passed out in the car park.
I almost left her. I was so late for work.
I just thought she was drunk.
No, you did great.
She probably wouldn't have survived if it wasn't for you.
What part of the States are you from, Josh?
The Canadian part.
So what time exactly did you find Miss Willetts?
Oh...
It's too bright.
Turn the light off. It hurts.
Oh my God. Am I in hospital?
I'm OK, right? I'm alive.
Alison
Are you a doctor? You don't look like a doctor.
Alison, can you hear me?
Yes.
Alison?
You weren't the deaf one.
Alison. Erm...
My name's Tom.
Tom Thorne, I'm a police officer.
You've got kind eyes, Tom. I wanna ask you some questions
about what happened to you.
I don't remember.
Why are you looking at me like that?
What's wrong with me?
What happened to me?!
Tell me! What's going on?
Tell me what happened to me? Tom! Is she alright?
Why can't you hear me?! Why?! I'm talking to you!
Alison, everything's alright. Please!
You're in hospital. Please help me!
You've been unconscious for over a week.
But you're awake now, aren't you? Help me.
I'm your doctor. My name's Anne.
I'm going to be looking after you, OK?
OK, we had her down as a straightforward stroke at first.
She was found in the car park. Did you know that?
Yeah.
We presumed that she collapsed on her way to A&E
but then one of my housemen saw bruising,
oedema around the neck ligaments,
which came up as bright white patches on her MRI scan.
Sorry, are you pissed off with us?
Yeah, we called you a whole week ago. It's been a week.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
What's wrong with her? Cos she can see me and hear me, yeah?
Yes, she's got Locked-in syndrome.
The damage is to the ventral part of the pons.
It's characterised by complete paralysis
off all voluntary muscle function in the body
apart from those which control eye movements. So
her brain works, she can hear you, she can understand everything
but she can't move.
It's like waking up in your own coffin.
There're... a friend reported her missing.
Have you heard from her family at all?
Her mother died and so her father remarried and moved to Palm Springs.
When I called him to tell him the news
he actually asked me if it was worth him coming to visit. So...
She's got a lot to come to terms with
without some six foot something...
Three.
.. detective, standing over her bedside.
Thing is, Doctor...
Coburn. .. Coburn, we've got three girls just like Alison.
Same bruising, same indications. Only they're dead.
So if there's any chance she can communicate, you know?
Well if she does communicate it's gonna be minimal.
There's no guarantee that she'll remember anything.
It's very unlikely that she's gonna regain any motor function.
She'll succumb to an infection and she'll die in that bed.
So I really hope she's not your only line of enquiry.
You have to excuse me.
That's really all I can tell you.
I found her, handed her over to Dr Bishop and he...
.. took her over to ICU.
I really have to get back to work. Good luck with this.
Ramsey.
Josh.
Hey! Get off me!
Calm down. Get off me!
Calm down!
He's left-handed. And he does take size nines, apparently.
According to his entry visa, Mr Ramsey hadn't entered the country
till six months after the murders began.
Yeah. Could hamper a conviction, couldn't it?
Holland's what, 12?
Give him a break.
A rookie with an instinct.
I should have known he'd be up your street, Tom.
Henry'll be going nuts.
Is Henry your partner, Ramsey?
He's my dog.
"Right."
So I'm free to leave?
Just one minute, please.
He said that she was wearing something white like a slip
when he found her. Not the clothes she'd been wearing to...
The hospital toxicology report shows midazolam in Alison's system
before she was sedated in ICU.
Also, the bruise on her hand
is consistent with that found on Susan Cowan.
He's made his first mistake, Tom. He's left one alive.
The only thing is she's not the chattiest of witnesses.
Dave.
Found another size nine.
Everybody's laughing at me.
Except Thorne.
He just looks right through ya.
You can't blame him. Not much of a first-team debut, was it, Dave?
Yeah. Thorne's first time out,
cracks the pretty-boy killer. Mine, I made a dick of myself.
Well you've heard how he done it, ain't ya?
Come on.
Everyone knows that.
Tom just shook Frank Calver by the hand.
He looked into his eyes...
.. and he just knows. This is the one.
This is the guy that's killed those six gay men.
This is the pretty-boy killer.
Bollocks.
Bollocks is the rock the church was built on.
If only they'd listened to him back then, right?
They listen to him now.
Mr Thorne.
Hi. Hello.
Erm, I thought we could go together if you didn't have any other plans.
Yeah, sure.
So you think this is gonna help? Having her stuff around her?
Yes, this is still her.
And she'll be tempted to think her life ended after the attack.
Or that that's when it began.
But it's not about who she was. It's about who she is.
Don't touch anything. It's still a crime scene.
Sorry, yes. It's OK.
It would be really useful to have the music, the iPod.
And the collage of photos as well. Right.
How about that one? Who's that?
That's on-off Oliver. He was away on a golf weekend when it happened.
We checked.
Oh yes, he came to visit.
Do you want that? Yeah.
Thanks.
She's very tidy, isn't she?
God, I was such a mess at this age.
Scent, perfume. That would be good.
And diaries. And the little cuddly toy.
They're thin walls, aren't they? Yeah, chewing gum and cardboard.
So, did no one hear anything?
Don't think so.
We think she let him in.
And he attacked her in here, Saturday night.
Sedated her and then just left her for dead.
And then she comes too, 24 hours later,
and manages to find her way to the Great Eastern.
Well, a minor arterial tear can lead to a transient stroke
before the tear becomes a complete dissection which then results in
a massive ischemia. But, between the first and the second...
Yes, she could have staggered to the Great Eastern Hospital.
How would she have been though?
Wheeling around? Knocking things over?
You're right. This place is too tidy.
Look at all these flats here facing the road.
A nice Sunday evening and no one sees anything?
A girl in a nightie, falling down the street.
And didn't she call out? Or phone someone?
Maybe he took her somewhere? Drugged her here
and then took her somewhere else?
Then how would she have got to the hospital?
I don't know.
Alison's belongings, once they've finished in there
I'll bring them over to you.
Thanks. Personally?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm very hands-on.
So, Tom, what do you see when you look at Alison?
That boy, Oliver, he took one look at her and hasn't been back since.
You've been a few times. Why? What do you see?
A witness?
Went through all the hospital CCTV footage. Alison's not there.
And there's no sign of her at any of the pedestrian approaches.
I hate to admit it but I'm beginning to like your theory.
Someone brought her in.
I've got ANPR over there,
I've got silly bollocks running every plate in and out.
Without seeming like a tit here, Tom...
Why try and kill someone and take them to A&E?
I don't know.
Maybe he changed his mind?
We've all been there, haven't we?
Wake up Sunday morning, regret the girl you did the night before.
Normally, I send mine off with a taxi fare home,
not a dissected vertebral artery.
How many of this lot have got medical expertise?
They all need imagination for something like this.
There's no sexual element, is there?
Agh! Just because he's not fiddling doesn't mean it's not sexual.
ANPR print-outs from the hospital.
These are the registration plates, in and out, 30 minutes either side
of when Alison was found.
Seen his name, haven't we? Bishop. Head of ICU.
Yeah, he was the first to treat her.
Look at this.
That's good work, Dave. Let's go and talk to him.
Is that your BMW in the car park, Dr Bishop?
Hmm?
In the car park. Is that your BMW?
You mean the BMW that's sitting in my parking space?
Muddy feet on my nice carpet.
You were driving...
I'll speak with orthopaedics myself. What's the extension?
Yeah, OK. Thank you.
Sorry.
Were you driving last Saturday night?
On... Saturday.
On Saturday night? Yes.
Erm, I was out with some friends. So, no, I got a cab.
And I think I got in about 11.
And what did you do when you got in? Did you make any calls?
No, I try not to call people after 11.
Husbands tend to get upset.
I don't know. I watched some shitty TV, probably,
and tried to get some sleep. Why? What did you do?
Watch anything in particular?
Yeah, game shows and soft porn.
Is he really writing this down? I'm sorry, I'm confused.
I thought you were here to talk about Sunday night
when Alison Willetts was admitted.
And you were on site here, when she was found?
Erm, yeah. Yeah, fortunately for Alison
I was bleeped half an hour before so she was lucky.
She was a lucky girl. God knows what A&E would've done with her.
She came in with a GCS of three, pupils were reacting only,
so I intubated her, sedated her and took her for a CT.
And her brain was just a little tight so I ordered an MRI
and then had her prepped to be sent up to my ICU.
Would you like me to slow down?
She was lucky then, wasn't she? That you were here on Sunday night.
If you need to verify any of this you can do so with my colleague,
Dr Coburn.
Anne. I think actually you've met, haven't you?
The benzodiazepine that you administered, it was midazolam?
Er, yeah, well that's the way we do it here, doctor, works a treat.
Can impair memory.
If you...
She's divorced, actually, Anne. Did she tell you?
Her husband left last year.
The funny thing is the hospital has no record of calling you
on Sunday night.
And there's no record of a page or a bleeper or anything.
We're done.
You're rude. I was perfectly happy to talk to you about a patient.
But now you and my biographer
seem to be treating me as if I've got something to hide. So...
This is a murder investigation.
Is it? Oh, Christ. Now just get the fuck off my carpet, would you?
Thanks for your time. You're welcome.
Good luck with the book.
Holly Souza.
Helen Doyle.
Kate erm Doubleday.
Rita Bhardwaj. All under 30.
All reported missing since we found Alison Willetts.
Girls go missing all the time. Doesn't mean he's got 'em.
No, they don't.
Take out the users and the one's with the reason
and girls don't go missing. They stay at home.
What? No pain? Really?
Just enough.
Go for something yourself.
I don't like pain. It hurts.
In any pain?
Do you remember me, Alison? Course you do. I'm Jeremy.
I'm the doctor who treated you when you first arrived.
May I touch you?
It's OK, Alison. Don't worry. Don't panic.
Right, look, it's your decision but I'd be inclined to
close these for her.
I don't remember you, Jeremy.
I do remember this though.
This lady potato crashes her moped.
The doctor comes up to Miss potato's boyfriend, the hunky swede,
"The good news is, she's alive. The bad news is,
"she's going to be a vegetable for the rest of her life."
So what's so special about Alison, do you think?
Here we go. Come on. Humour me.
There were signs of struggle on her scans.
Some bruising on her lower jaw.
He might have held her down. Get off.
He must have held her for a while if he was gonna bruise her?
Maybe. Some bruise easier than others.
I, for one, am like a Spanish nectarine.
So d'you think that could've happened when he drove her to hospital?
Why would he take her to the hospital?
I don't know. Maybe she woke up and he just freaked out.
Couldn't stand her looking at him.
I've been down to Mile End Road, Tom. It goes to Stepney Green.
It's not Damascus. Let's get one more, yeah?
I'm too tired, I'm too old.
Besides, it's never just one more. Oh, come on, you bender.
It could be your last night on earth. What are you gonna do?
Go home to your posturepedic pillow?
Come on.
Ooh, shit! Oh, sorry, mate.
I'll see you later, yeah?
Yeah.
See ya.
There you go.
I'll be right here.
I'm right here for you.
It's OK.
Hey, hey, mister.
My name's Angel.
You should go home.
Yeah.
OK, Yeah.
Oh sh...
Oh...
Morning.
We've got a witness. Somebody saw him.
Just pulled up in a car and dumped her.
Kind of a buzz, isn't it, Dave?
It's a fucking rush, sir.
Yeah, they just need a bit more light, apparently.
Is she one of your missing?
Helen Doyle.
This one didn't wake up.
You know, for a careful guy, he doesn't mind taking risks.
She's only been gone a couple of hours.
What's that? Is that where he injected the midazolam?
I thought he put it in their drinks.
That's where you'd stick a cannula.
For an IV?
Helen Doyle worked in one of those office buildings on the West Way.
Last seen Thursday night at Bar Samba in Chiswick.
So he's had her for two days.
It's like you said. He drugs 'em, takes 'em somewhere,
plays with them a little while,
then it's the old heave-ho out the car door.
Where's this witness?
He's over here. He's old. Didn't see much.
Says he thought the bloke was dumping rubbish.
Said he was wearing a baseball cap. Average height, build. Dark car.
Says it was nice.
Hi. This car, was it nice like a Merc or like a Rover '75?
They all look the same these days, don't they?
It was dark. I thought he was just chucking rubbish out.
At least that's what he said.
Right, now, exactly, what did he say?
It broke or...
.. they keep breaking. What?
I thought he was chucking an old Hoover.
"They keep breaking." Is that it?
Alison wasn't the mistake.
She was the first one he got right.
I like what you've done with the place.
They keep breaking.
Madeline, Christine, Susan and Helen.
Four dead girls and you.
Why didn't he kill you, eh?
Do I look alive to you?
I think he brought you here. So why would he do that?
I don't know.
Your mates, they said...
.. they said you lost your coat in the bar but we found it in your flat.
So he brought it round, didn't he?
Yep. If you say so.
You let him in.
Come on, show me, just...
Show me I'm right.
He drugged you with midazolam and whatever drink you were sharing
and he took you somewhere for 24 hours, just you and him.
He didn't wanna rush you like the others.
He wanted to get you right.
Get me right?
You were full of sedatives but you must have felt it, eh?
His hands on the back of your neck.
No, don't do this.
Searching till he found what they were looking for.
Stop it, Tom!
Arteries on the back of your neck.
The blood pumping in your head and then what?
I don't remember!
This! And nothing!
Tom!
Tom, what are you doing?
You're scaring me.
And then he brought you here. Do you know what he did that?
Cos you didn't break. You survived.
And when he realised he had to move fast.
He had to get you here.
Keep you breathing because he didn't have all this.
You couldn't breathe on your own.
So he had to be quick. What did he do?
He had to stop on the way, didn't he?
Oh God!
Get breath into your lungs. His breath.
His mouth on yours.
Cos he had to keep you alive.
That's right.
He was desperate for you to survive because, you know what?
You're not a mistake. He wanted you like this.
Locked in.
He wants you like this. Do you understand? He wants you like this.
Tom, stop this, right now.
Pathetic! Fuck you!
Open the door, please.
She's in distress. This is not the right way to go about this.
What do you want from me?! I can't remember.
He broke another one tonight. He didn't mean to kill her either.
Put an IV in her arm.
Broken or worse, like you.
That's why I've got to catch him and you've got to remember.
You've got to remember. Find a way to tell me. Do you understand?!
You've got to find a way to tell me! Hey! Tell me! Do you understand?!
Tell me! You've got to find a way to tell me!
Yes, yes.
I did that. Didn't I?
Thank you.
Oh God.
In there, you have absolutely no idea what you're doing.
She needs calm. This all takes a lot of patience.
You have completely destabilised any progress we've made.
What the hell do you think you're doing? Yelling at my patients?
I want the name of your superior. Good luck with that.
I'll make sure you never see Alison again.
Why? Cos she's yours, is she? She's just communicated with me,
do you understand? She blinked.
Isn't that what we want? Isn't that what she needs?
She blinked because she was terrified of you. Do you understand?
He wants her like this.
He killed another one last night. And it's my job to stop him
before he does it again.
That allows you to act like a prick, does it?
Because what you do is serious. What we do is very serious.
And we had to go to university to learn how.
Oh shut up.
Prick.
Listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset Alison.
Well, you did.
Yeah, I know. But I didn't mean to. But you did.
We can go on like that for an hour.
What do you want?
I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset her or you.
Especially you.
Me? You didn't upset me.
You didn't upset me cos it kind of worked.
She's communicating now. Sort of.
Three blinks for yes, one for no.
That's great. That means I can interview her. No.
No, it doesn't. Tom, she doesn't remember anything about the attack.
Or the attacker. It's a blank. OK?
And I'm glad. I'm glad that it's a blank for her sake.
On leaving the train,
please remember to take all your belongings with you.
What?
What else?
I'm gonna come right back to you.
So, we've got him going into the Great Eastern, as he said,
just after three this morning. But he goes out again at 4.15.
Not 5.30. That gives him an hour and a half to do her and dump her.
He's a dodgy bastard. Got the medical nous.
Dr Jeremy Bishop.
Do we like him for it?
Jeremy! You mean my Jeremy?
Oh, come on.
I mean, I know he's a wanker and everything but...
But not that type of wanker?
He's a walking e-fit. And he plays the role, doesn't he?
Well, it's true, he does have to be the centre of attention.
Even if that means being a suspect in a murder enquiry?
Probably, yes. My scans are down here.
So you just bung the kettle on. I'm going to find these images for you.
You don't seriously think that Jeremy's responsible, do you?
No, I don't. But he is a wanker.
God, Tom, sorry, I didn't get any milk.
I've got some wine though. But you're on duty, aren't you?
No, no. I'm not on duty. Clocked off hours ago.
OK. I'm gonna warn you though,
I do get drunk quickly.
Oh, really? I thought policemen were really good at holding their drink.
That's the thing about me.
I get drunk quickly but I can keep drinking for hours.
So, look, this is it. The functional MRI scan.
Can you see? It captures imaging patterns which correlate to stimuli,
thoughts and ideas in the brain. Look, they're here.
This particular patient was categorised as brain dead.
for 16 years. He was fully conscious and no one even knew it.
Sorry, am I boring you?
No.
Don't.
Why?
Because my daughter's standing right behind you.
Hello.
Oh hello.
I'm erm...
Tom. You mentioned.
Was I?
And you're... You were mentioned. You're... Rachel.
This is Rachel, my daughter.
So, how long are you planning to stand there?
Till the kettle boiled.
It's nice to meet you, Rachel.
Kevin?
Ma'am?
Come and have a look at this.
Mail room thought it was suspicious. Can you open it, please?
"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."
Could you give us five minutes, Claire?
"I feel like you know me. And I think about you."
"And it feels special like a sex thing."
"I know about Frank."
"I know about all your stories."
"I'd like us to be able to talk about it."
"Can I come and see you, Tom?"
Where's Tom?
Comes and goes.
It's OK, Tom. It's OK.
I needed to come and see you, Tom. I needed to see you.
You know I'm trying to save them, Tom.
Come on in, Tom, the water's warm.
We shall see this time, Mr Thorne.
We don't want you dead, do we?
You're mine.
"I know all your stories."
"I'd like us to be able to talk about it."
It's four bodies now.
He's after Frank's crown.
Alison, was it like a window in you?
Could you see out of a window?
Come on, mate. Try to help.
Did you see him at all?
Can you see him?
You two and your secrets.
I'm trying to save you.
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