Dalziel and Pascoe (1996–2007): Season 9, Episode 1 - Heads You Lose: Part 1 - full transcript

DISPATCHER: Van/ale is being
pursued along Canal Road.

They're requesting assistance.

I'm heading west.

DISPATCHER: Patrol car in pursuit
of a dark-green pickup,

registration number
Lima-4-0-2-Yankee-Sierra-Juliet.

I'm close. Taking Church Street now.

-Come on, get in!
-Yeah, all right.

(WOMAN WHOOPING)

-Come on! Whoo!
-Where you going?

(SIREN BLARING)

Proceeding north along Canal Road.
No sign of pursuit vehicle.



Do you have the latest location
of the...

(SIREN BLARING)

-We can't wait all day.
-There's no room in Resus.

NURSE: Is this the policeman
from the RTA?

PARAMEDIC: Yes, he's in bad shape.
He's got a head injury.

(RAPID BEEPING)

(GRUNTING)

Mind your backs!

Sue, this RTC, where is he?

I need to you bleep Neurology.

(SNORING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yeah?

(SHOUT ECHOES)



What have you got, Gary?

RTC, male. Head and leg injuries.
I'm getting no response.

(SIREN WAILING)

Car accident?

Police chase.

He's a detective.

He shouldn't have got himself involved.

What... What do you think's
wrong with him?

Well...

Oh... The doctor will tell you.

Would you like to come to my office?
It would be more comfortable.

Uh, I'm all right here, thanks.

I'll leave you to it.

From the X-rays, we definitely know that
he has a compound fracture of the tibia.

But what's causing me real concern
is the bang that he took to the head

and the fact that he hasn't
regained consciousness.

Now, there's not much I can do
without a scan

and we've put out an urgent call
for a scan operator.

But it's the middle of the night and...

Look, Mr...

Dalziel.

Andy.

Does he have a wife or partner?

Ex-wife.

And daughter.

I think they should be informed.

You know, if you prefer,
you can go home, we can call you.

Do you want me out of the way?

Oh, no, no.
It makes no difference to us.

Then I'll stay.

Peter's a one-off, you know.

-Do you work with him?
-Yeah.

But he's a great friend
as well as being a great detective.

You don't get many like him.

In fact...

I don't know another.

OFFICER: Diver's up, over there.

Vez!

I think we've got something else.

We'd better get the super
down here, pronto.

You're lucky I picked up my messages.

DOCTOR: Yeah, all the scans look fine,
so to be honest...

Mr Dalziel,

this is Alisdair Collins on,
he's the neurosurgeon.

-I've heard the name.
-No scan as yet?

We're about to take him down now.

Nothing I can do
until that's sorted out.

Bit of a waste of time me being here.

Let me know when you know what's what.

If McKenzie here
hadn't put me on a promise,

I'd still be fast asleep.

Your friend here
can count himself very lucky.

I don't do a lot of waiting
on the sidelines.

Surgeons.
They all have a bit of an ego problem.

-Superintendent Dalziel?
-Yeah?

-Superintendent?
-That's right.

-There's a phone call for you.
-Thanks.

Oh, you're a police officer?

Yeah. Both of us.

You don't have a problem
with that, do you?

No.

No, I just hadn't picked it up.

-Home to bed, is it?
-Oh! No, I'm doing a double shift.

There's no ward sister
at the moment, so...

-Is that why Leanne's off?
-No, that's nothing to do with it.

Mm” mm, “II-quay ME
MG don't gm mm may,

-No.
-That's good.

Phone's there.

Dalziel.

We've got a bit of a situation
developing, sir.

We've found more body parts.

Part of a leg, an arm and what
looks to be a section of torso.

I've checked with Records

and there seems to be no report
of an accident in the lake.

Yeah, well...

It's a bit difficult at the moment.

Okay.

Is it to do with Gary, then?

No. I told you, she's ill.

Hmm. just I heard he hit her.

I'm not saying anything.

Doctor, I've got a situation.

Well, if anything happens,
we'll call you.

Thanks.

And if you want to call in,
ask for me, Shannon.

Thank you.

Don't let me down, Peter.

(LIFT BELL DINGS)

Down fez' me down, Peter.

LATEEF: They can have
a look at that, first of all.

How's the DI, sir?

They were taking him down
for a scan as I left.

-So what we got?
-Um, so far,

we've got one foot, one lower leg,
one upper leg,

one upper arm and one section of torso.

He didn't waste any time getting here.

Having trouble sleeping, Frank?

Compared to you,

I must be sleeping like a baby.

Yeah. I heard you got engaged.
Is that right?

Yeah. That's right.

-Congratulations.
-Commiserations, more like it.

That's why he's not sleeping.

Some bird he picked up
at an AA meeting.

It would worry anybody.

We don't all need to drink
to have a good time.

I'm talking about
blotting out the bad times.

Any idea what we got?

Of course.

Lot of hypodermics.

It's either a junkie's paradise,
a diabetics' retreat or...

-LATEEF: Medical waste?
-Yeah.

That would be my favourite.

How about you, Frank?

My first thought.

Which moron would dump
medical waste in a lake?

Any idea how long this stuff's
been down there?

I can't be certain, but the body parts
haven't started to putrefy yet

and the skin didn't slough off
when we handled them, so...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. How long?

Two or three days.
It's only a guess, mind.

JACKSON: Sir?

Carry on like this,
we might have a matching set.

Hey, Frank.

This is a bit odd.

This hand has got three rings on it.

They normally take them off,
don't they?

I would have said always.

Any guesses as to
where this lot came from?

Oh, it's not a guess.

I know.

WRI.

-Wetherton Royal...
-Infirmary.

So, what's the story?

WWW

Oh, well. Uh, get him prepared
and I'll operate.

Soon have him up
and chasing nurses in no time.

Yeah, that's what I'm worried about.

I don't think we should operate,
not yet.

Come on, you want to wait
till he's dead?

One, two, three!

That's a bit pointless.
If anybody can save him, I'm your man.

I know that. But his condition
is still very unstable.

That's because we need to
get rid of his subdural hematoma.

Call his colleague. Tell him we've
got the results of the scan.

Well, well. I didn't think you'd
risk any more fingers

being pointed in
the direction of this ward.

-What are you talking about?
-(SCOFFS)

You did nearly have
your very own epileptic fit

when you found out
about the fudged waiting list.

That was stupid beyond belief.

Everybody does it.

You get a bit behind,
so you move things around,

make the figures look good.

We'd have caught up eventually.
What's the big deal?

The big deal is that I want
this hospital to remain open.

And fudging operating waiting lists
damaged us.

It weakens our case against
PFI hospitals.

PFI hospitals are not
the Devil's work, McKenzie.

You need to move with the times.
Anyway, you shouldn't be blaming me.

Right, you're just an
innocent pawn in all of this.

I wasn't the whistleblower.
But I know now who was.

Our very own ward sister,
Leanne Proctor.

-How do you know?
-The Chief Exec. She told me.

She's on my side, really.

Which is the only reason
you weren't suspended.

Don't start getting righteous with me.

I do my job and I'm bloody good at it.

But Leanne Proctor
wasn't that bright, was she?

Thinking she could take me on.

Me and Shannon want to know
what's going on, Gary.

With you and Leanne?

-What's it got to do with you?
-We live with her, we want to know.

-Not now, Melinda, all right?
-I don't care!

I've seriously had enough aggro
to last me a lifetime.

-NURSE: Oi, Gary!
-What?

No smoking!

-How many more times?
-She hasn't been home for three days.

She said she was going to Spain,
to her parents',

but her passport's still in the drawer
and she's not answering her mobile.

So, where is she, Gary?

-I don't know.
-I don't believe you!

Well, that's up to you.

Last time she disappeared, it was
because she couldn't show her face.

-Don't start this.
-Because of the bruising.

I slapped her.

And I was wrong.
But I've never done it since.

-Do people change?
-It's not a case of changing, Melinda.

That wasn't me and Leanne knows that.

Everybody knows what you're capable of.

If anything's happened to her,
I'll be straight to the police.

MGM?

You obviously got the message
about the scan.

Yes, thanks.

Peter has an acute subdural hematoma.

That's a blood clot between the brain
and the outer membrane.

Now, as the clot gets bigger,
it presses on the brain,

which obviously isn't good.

So, what now?

Well, if he doesn't regain consciousness
in the next few hours,

then the blood clot isn't resorbing,

and if his pupil response is poor,
then it's getting worse

and we'll have to operate.

Bottom line.

Is he going to live?

I'm afraid I don't know.

But we're monitoring him
every 15 minutes.

I don't think you want me to lie.

No.

Dr Mansfield.
They're bringing in Polly Armstrong.

Is she fitting?

Tonic-clonic status,
has been for some time.

I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me.

Are those her notes?

All right, Polly, here we go.

We're in the hospital now, okay?
We're going to get you sorted.

Okay, darling, here we go.

You just try and relax now.
Dr Mansfield's here.

-It's going to be all right.
-It's okay, Polly. You're all right.

We're going to look after you.

Her fits have never
lasted this long before.

-I didn't know what to do.
-You did the right thing.

Why is she like this?
She's been fine for months.

-He will be okay, won't he?
-We'll do our best.

Why isn't he regaining consciousness?

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

-Any change?
-No.

Okay, Peter, I'm just
gonna check your pupils again.

He's not improving.

Call Mr Collins on.

Tell him we need to operate.

I thought you said Peter
wasn't up to it?

-We don't have a choice now.
-What?

I think we should leave them to it, sir.

Yeah, but if he...

We need your help now.
Come on. He's in good hands.

So, did you discover anything?

-Like?
-About the medical waste.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well?

It seems we have two problems.

One,

I think someone's
dumping clinical waste illegally.

Two,

we have a murder case on our hands.

What?

The waste manager dug out the paperwork
on the cable ties we found at the lake.

There's only been one limb amputated
since the incinerator broke down.

So where did the other limbs come from?

-COLLINSON: Any change?
-No.

Now she wants him in surgery.

I was right all along.

But nothing new there.

Better prepare him for theatre.

Mckenzie: And you're remembering
to take your medication?

POLLY: Yes.

She's hasn't missed taking it once,
have you, love?

-No.
-Every day, same time.

We even make her go
to t'chemist for it herself.

'Cause we won't always be around.

Dad!

-What? I'm just saying.
-Your mum and dad are right.

It was better when I just got
the medication from you at the clinic.

Saved me having to hang around
in some chemist's shop.

What's wrong with the chemist's?

They have that boy from my school
working there now.

I'm sure he thinks I fancy him.

(CHUCKLES) Do you?

-No, I don't.
-She does.

POLLY: Dad!

How's the playing coming along?

Oh, great.
She's got herself into a rock band.

That's fantastic!

A year ago,
I wouldn't have even gone for it.

-Have you found that stressful at all?
-No, I'm fine with it.

I'm really looking forward to it,
aren't I, Mum?

-You'll be brilliant, I know you will.
-Uh, Dr Mansfield?

Carl Watmough on the phone,
says it's urgent that he speaks to you.

Okay.

Just be a minute.

Dr Mansfield?

If this hospital closes,
will you go somewhere else?

I know it sounds a bit selfish,

but Polly's never had
such good treatment.

We don't want to lose you.

I'll be back in a minute.

You'll be all right,

-you've got Melinda looking after you.
-Let's get you back into bed.

You keep your pecker up, now, Michael.
I'll come and see you later.

Do they still want to throw me out?

Nobody wants to throw you out.

We're just looking for a place for you
in a nice home.

Will you be coming with me?

Now, you know I won't be able
to do that.

-Well, I won't go, then.
-There'll be other nurses there.

But you're special, Melinda.

You're just like my daughter.

(PROTESTERS CHANTING)

Hey!

Yeah.

They're making a decision
in the next few days.

-Well done, Carl!
-We need to be prepared.

We're doing everything we can.

If the decision goes against us
we have to do something radical.

-Thank you.
-Mckenzie: Carl,

you're a great union rep
and the staff are behind you.

-You know that
-Thank you. Thanks.

Sir, that company's called
Concord Care Waste Management.

They're based about 200 miles away.

They admitted to dumping
the stuff in the lake straight off.

What about the body?

Didn't have a clue.
Nearly passed out when I told them.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Peter.

Hey.

(WHISPERING) Hi.

(IN SOOTHING VOICE)
Don't worry, don't worry.

You've had an accident
and you're in a hospital.

But everything's gonna be all right.

You're gonna be fine.

My name's Shannon.

I'm one of the nurses
that's been looking after you.

Everything's gonna be all right.

DNA says all the other body parts
are from the same person

and it's definitely a woman.

Great. So we could be
looking for a sex killer.

No, she wasn't sexually assaulted.

I'd say she was between 30 and 40.

She was cut into 16 pieces

by someone who knew
what they were doing.

-A doctor?
-FRANK: Doctor,

vet, animal scientist...

The Butcher of Wetherton.

FRANK: Whoever it was
did a neat job.

Probably with a scalpel.

They also knew the procedure
of hospital waste.

And if it hadn't been
for a broken-down incinerator,

we may never have known about her.

How did she die?

Assuming it wasn't because
she'd been hacked into 16 pieces.

There's no obvious marks on the body.

No knife wounds or serious injuries.

It could have been
by a blow to the head.

But until we find it we won't know.

How about identification?

There's also been a problem
with getting prints.

Fish nibbled away at her fingers.

Must be tasty, huh? (LAUGHS)

These rings might help identify her.

These two look quite cheap
but that one looks old.

FRANK: I would say
it's a Victorian engagement ring.

I bought one similar for my fiancée.

Are you sure this isn't her?

(MOBILE RINGING)

Dalziel.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong. You shouldn't
be so quick to hang up.

You all right, Peter?

He's gonna be a bit confused
for a while.

Nothing new there, then.

He always was a crap driver.
Weren't you Pete, eh?

Where was it you learnt?
Blackpool dodgems?

We used to go to the Lakes.

He's not that bloody confused, then.

Amy?

Hiya.

Hi.

You ready for something to eat?

-Oh, have you cooked again?
-Yeah.

-That's really sweet of you.
-I know.

-Problem is I've got to go out.
-Oh, not tonight?

Well, come with me if you want.

Go on, come with me.
It's to do with the hospital.

I could have guessed.

We won't stay long, I promise.

Yeah, well, if we do,
I'll have to press my panic button.

That'll soon shift you.

Don't you ever try and scare me.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

(SIGHS)

Well, I've got to go.

I've got this ongoing case but, uh,
don't you think about it.

Just get better.

No. Tell me.

Well, we, uh...

we pulled this dismembered body
out of a lake.

We think the killer tried
to dispose of it

in this hospital's incinerator.

I've called him
The Butcher of Wetherton.

It's a good name, don't you think?

Right. Well, I'll, uh...

see you in the morning.

Just a second, guys.

How you doing, Carl?

Not got yourself a proper job yet?

Saving people's livelihoods
is better than destroying them.

-I hear your dad's retired.
-That's right.

I drove past his house the other day.

Electric gates, eh? Really says it all.
Man of the people.

-I don't have time for this.
-No, you have a hospital to save.

-Correct.
-Prepared to go as far as him, are you?

This is a legitimate protest.

Burning down a house
with two children inside wasn't.

Was it, comrade?

LATEEF: What were that all about?

There was a year-long strike
in the '70s at Lester's Mill.

I know the place. It's derelict now.

Isn't that the area
for the new hospital?

That's right.

Old man Watmough was
a big union boss back then.

He didn't like it when
they started drifting back to work.

So he burned a bloke's house down.
These two kids were inside.

The only problem was
we could never prove it.

Made you a bit anti-union?

Do me a favour.

I'm just anti-con men.

Anti people like Watmough who are
in it for themselves and nothing else.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

No drinking 'cause you're driving.

Just one glass.

I need it.

(GUESTS CHATTING, INDISTINCT)

McKenzie!

I'm glad you could get here.

-And Amy.
-Hello.

What are you doing here, Barry?

It's my party. I'm a Friend of the WRI.

Not fair, Barry,
you should have told me.

Come on, Amy.

We're leaving.

Mac!

You got me here under false pretences.

You shouldn't have done that.

AMY: What was all that about?

Barry Jemmerson owns
Jemmerson Construction.

They're the favourites to get
the new hospital contract

and he knows exactly
what I feel about that.

Alisdair! Good to see you.

This is Melinda.

Lovely dress.

Thank you.

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

Will you excuse us?

ALISDAIR: We just have to keep focused.
It's still a hard sell.

To certain people.

-BARRY: Like McKenzie Mansfield?
-Yes.

And sometimes I can see
where she's coming from.

Look, Alisdair.

I know it is easy to think of this
as just a money-making scheme

for companies like mine,

but I genuinely believe that this area
will benefit from a new hospital.

(SIGHS) It won't be easy.

Tell her like it is.

New premises.
State-of-the-art technology.

It'll attract the best staff.

And the patient catchment area
will be much wider.

It might be better if you
found someone else

to bring over to our side.

-I've known McKenzie a long time.
-No, I want her.

And you are the person to talk to her.

You must make her realise
that she needs this

as much as this community.

-Melinda.

I was getting lonely.

-ALISDAIR: I'll catch you later.
-Yes.

That's the Barry Jemmerson, isn't it?

Yeah.

Now, he is rich.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

How are you feeling?

Urn...

Like I've just run into
a concrete pillar.

Yeah, I would try and avoid
that one in future, if I were you.

The pain you can control using this.

Hmm. Drugs on tap.

Just don't you get too carried away.

I don't want to feel responsible for
you hobbling into rehab next month.

If you need anything else,
just let us know.

Nurse?

Shannon.

Shannon.

The bloke in the truck.
Do we know how he is?

Cuts and bruises.

You know, if you want,
I could find out his address.

We could pop round
and teach him a lesson.

I'll pin him down,
you smack him with a drip,

he'll never do it again.

Is this a service you offer
all your patients?

Only for the troublesome ones.

How have I been troublesome?

Well, you wouldn't even open your eyes.

There was I not knowing
if you were gonna live or die

and what were you doing? Sleeping. Mmm.

You might have had
a wee bit more consideration.

Oh! Wait a minute...

See the next time you want to play
Rip Van Winkle? You choose another ward.

Because, to be quite honest,
I've got enough on my plate as it is.

-Are you...
-Serious? Oh, absolutely...not.

But it certainly got your heart
pumping again, didn't it?

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING QUICKLY)

I thought it was
some patient pressure group.

Well, apparently there's a nice little
photo in the Wetherton Argus

of you and him kissing.

He pecked me on the cheek!

"Togetherness is Dr Mansfield
and Barry Jemmerson."

-Oh, they can't print that.
-Were you there? Did he kiss you?

-Well, yes, but...
-Then they can print it.

Look, if you make an issue of it

then they're gonna start
to dig around...

So?

Well, you lived with him.
And Amy and...

No, it has got nothing to do with it.

Okay, look. Don't worry about it.
We'll sort it out somehow.

A show of solidarity from you and, urn,

everyone that counts
will know it's a set-up.

Thanks, Carl.

TV REPORTER: As yet, there is is still no
identification of the body in the lake.

Police have released a photograph
of the rings the victim was wearing.

Anyone recognising those rings,
please phone Wetherton police.

They will be holding a press conference
this afternoon,

at which we hope more information
will be released.

I, uh...

I didn't ring Ellie.

Why would you want to?

Well... (SIGHS)

Just in case, urn...

I croaked?

(SIGHING)

Something like that, yeah.

We're still trying to ID the dismembered
body we found in the lake.

There was something.

Somebody... Somebody missing.

MELINDA: We ran? keep on
covering for her.

She just needs some time off, Melinda.

I must have dreamt it.

-I wish I could remember.
-Don't push yourself too hard, Peter.

I'm sure your dream
was very interesting

but, unfortunately,
we still work with the facts.

(HYDRAULIC DRILL HAMMERING)

BARRY: We can stop the power failures
and all that stuff.

They've done what they were
intended to do.

Why don't we make the workforce
look a threat?

The public don't take too kindly
to hospital strikes.

-MAN: Mr Jemmerson!
-Yes?

Yeah, well, it's all because of you
and your stupid plan!

Calm down!

You know something, you wouldn't
know where to start with the truth.

You're just like the rest of them,
rotten to the bone!

It's Leanne's house.

Me and Melinda just lodge there,
help her pay the mortgage.

And you recognised
two of the rings as hers?

Well, they are quite common
but not that old-looking one.

So Leanne Proctor was the ward sister.

-On this ward?
-Yeah.

When was the last time you saw her?

Uh, Tuesday morning.

Yeah. She came in to work and then left.

What time?

I'm not sure.

You haven't spoken to her since?

No. You know,
I have called her on her mobile.

I just keep getting
her answering machine.

But didn't you find it odd
that she just disappeared?

Well, no, not really, I mean,

she had a fight with her boyfriend
the night before.

(LEANNE SHOUTING)

SHANNON: She asked us
to rover for her,

said she wanted to get away
for a few days,

go to her parents' in Spain.

LEANNE: (CRYING)
[need to get away.

But then Melinda found her passport.

-And then this morning on the telly...
-Who's her boyfriend?

Gary Mileham.

Does he hit her?

Yeah. Well, he did once.

But that was over
a year ago now, I mean...

This row they had,
do you know what it was about?

Not really. She was giving it to him
pretty full-on.

(SHOUTING, INDISTINCT)

She said that he'd lied to her
and he'd gone behind her back

and that she never meant
for any of this to happen.

Well, what was she talking about?

I don't know.

But I did hear the name Collins on.

Collins on?

Oh, that would be
that arsehole over there.

PETER: What about him?

SHANNON: I'm not really sure,
something like, urn...

-"If it hadn't been for him...
-If what hadn't been for him?

I don't know.

You know, anyone would think
you were a copper.

Shannon?

Could you get me a phone?

Mmm-hmm.

You did take your medication,
didn't you?

Yeah, but it was a bit late
and I'm feeling a bit sleepy.

And have you got that yellow taste?

I'm not sure.

Okay, lie on the sofa and move
everything away from you.

You know what to do.

I'll be with you as soon as I can.
just relax, Amy, take deep breaths.

Bye-bye, Mr Wilde.

-Alisdair, I need you to cover for me.
-I'm just about to leave.

Please. Gareth's away on holiday,
Michael's in surgery.

What's it worth?

Not now, Alisdair, it's Amy. I think
she might be about to have a seizure

-and there's nobody with her.
-Okay, go, go.

Thank you, thank you!

Mr Mileham, it's the police.

Mr Mileham, if you're in there,
open the door.

Mr Mileham! Can you hear me?

Mr Mileham? Gary?

MAN: Shut up!

WOMAN: Keep it down, will you?

MAN: I thought you'd given up?

Do you recognise these rings?

Well, those two, I think,
could have been Leanne's.

The other one I've never seen before.

-MAN: Moving house next week.
-Oh!

Shit!

(DOOR SLAMS)

Amy?

MAN: Hey!

Oh, Mum's just come in,
I'll phone you back later.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Hi.

Hi.

Gary!

Gary!

(POLICE SIRENS IN DISTANCE)

False alarm. I'm fine.

I'm sorry, Mum.

So, are your parents musical?

My dad claims he can play the spoons.
But I've never heard him.

Seeing as most trains keep
better time than him,

I seriously doubt it.

And Mum, she's tone-deaf.

So how come you're
so musical, then, huh?

Because of them.

They just help me any way they can.

-Shannon.
-Yeah?

Excuse me.

-What did the police ask you?
-Oh, urn, just about Leanne and Gary.

You know, if that is Leanne, then...

Did they ask you about the rings?

-Uh, yeah.
-And what did you say?

Not much. Why?

'Cause the Victorian ring?
Leanne borrowed it from me.

Urn...

Have you told the police that?

No.

Well, hold on. Why not?

My business.

LATEEF: Why didn't you want
to talk to us, Gary?

Because I heard you'd found Leanne.

LATEEF: So?

[just knew you thought if was ma.

LATEEF: Why would we do that?

Look, just tell me. Is it her?

I have a right to know.

We're not sure yet.

DALZIEL: So, again.
Why didn't you want to talk to us?

Because I knew you would have heard.

Heard what, Gary?

That I hit her.
And that you'd think it was me.

So you're saying it wasn't you?

Yes.

Who was it?

Could be quite a few.

Names?

Collins on.

Carl Watmough.

Most of the staff who think
they're gonna lose their jobs

when the old hospital closes.

Why would they want to see Leanne dead?

Well, maybe not dead, but...

Word had got round that
she was the whistleblower

on Collinson's waiting list.

That it was her that sold
the article to the Argus.

And did she?

We didn't mean it
to end up like it did.

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Leanne hacked into his computer.

And Collins on found out it was her.

The board told him.

They promised they
wouldn't say anything

but they're on the side
of the consultants.

They're scared of them.

I mean, they don't want to be seen
to be disciplining their best doctors.

Oh, no. That's bad for the image!

-But you wanted to damage that image.
-No.

We just thought it was a good way
of getting back at Collins on.

Getting back at him for what?

(SCOFFS)

He was a right bastard. I hate him.

So does everyone else.
He wouldn't leave Leanne alone.

The more she turned him down,
the more aggressive he became.

Collins on was used
to getting his own way.

Arrogant.

When he realised he was onto a loser,
he thought he'd get at me.

DALZIEL: HOW?

CARL: He booted me off his firm.

It's all I ever wanted to do.
Neurosurgery.

He screwed me because
he couldn't screw Leanne.

So you decided to
dig up some dirt on him?

Everybody knew he was
up to every trick in the book.

But didn't you realise
it would damage the hospital?

No, no, we thought it would
help the hospital.

Show how it wouldn't
tolerate rogue surgeons

blatantly breaking the rules, but...

(SIGHS)

. . .We were wrong.

The night before she disappeared,

you had a row.

About what?

I can't believe it.

That was the last time I saw her.

The newspaper art/ale.

She thought it were my fault
that we were sold out.

[t was me that set up the deal.

Deal?

They paid us 10 grand.

Ten grand? I wouldn't get 10 grand

if I sold them photos of Marilyn Monroe
with Rin Tin Tin.

-Did they approach you?
-No.

-It was Carl's idea.
-Carl?

Mm],

-I don't have time for this.
-Oh, no, no.

-You have a hospital to save.
-Correct.

He said the Argus would do an
article which would defend the hospital.

-But it came out the total opposite?
-Yeah.

They lied to us and it all went sour.

The press double crossed us,

Leanne was made to look the bad guy,
I didn't get back into Neurology and...

You're just like the rest of them!

...Collins on walks away scot-free.

What are you worth, Mr Collins on?

More than you, Miss Miller.

It's better in here.

In there, there's too many people
about to cross over.

ITU, Into The Unknown.

(GROANS)

Polly?

-It's all right, darling.
-(GROANING)

Just calm down. It's okay.
It's okay. You're fine, sweetheart.

Pillow, Duncan.

It's all right, darling.
It's all right, I'm here.

I'm here, sweetheart. No worries.

Can you get a consultant?

-Do you know who's on call?
-It's Mansfield.

Come on, darling, it's fine.

You're okay.

-According to this, it's Collins on.
-Yeah, well, page him.

Oh, my goodness. Is she having
another epileptic fit?

They should get Melinda.

(BEEPER RINGING)

-Put it away.
-It might be important.

Not as important as this.

How important am I to you?

Very.

Twenty grand important?

Am I worth 20 grand or not?

Who knows?

Because that's what I'd like.

-I know.
-I'm serious.

(CHUCKLES) Why would I want
to give you 20 grand?

Because that's what Barry Jemmerson
thought you were worth.

SHANNON: It's all right, it's all right.
I'm here. I'm here, darling.

It's okay.

It's okay, it won't be long now.

-No sign of Collins on.
-Did you check the pager centre?

-See if he got the message?
-Uh, no. I'll do that now.

Okay, great. Come on, darling.
It's okay. Shhh.

If Leanne could get into your computer,
what makes you think I couldn't?

When I saw you with him,
I just knew there was something there.

(CHUCKLING)

Are you trying to blackmail me?

I would say just getting paid
for being your friend.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Twenty grand?

I think that's fair.

-You're insane.
-I don't think so.

I'm sure a lot of people
would like to know about

your arrangement with Jemmerson.

I would have thought your career
was worth 20 grand to you.

Come on, sweetheart.
It's nearly over now, hmm?

The pager centre say
they sent the message.

I need Collins on. He's got to be
somewhere. Will you find him?

Come on, darling. Come on.
It's nearly over.

Come on, that's a girl, calm down. Shh.

You gonna breathe for me now, darling?

Uh, excuse me, Mr Collinson's office?

Just down there.

Thanks.

Twenty grand?

I won't give you 20 pence.

(PAGER RINGING)

(CHOKING)

You gonna breathe, sweetheart?

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

Darling, you gonna breathe?

(MONITOR FLATLINING)

Come on, darling.

Dr Evans!

Shannon.

Get the crash trolley.

Come on, angel.

Where is Collins on?

Okay, come on, sweetheart.
Come on, breathe.

(GASPING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

(GROANING)

(WHISTLING)

Have you ever seen
a real murder scene before?

BOY: Of course not.

GIRL: Remember who
gave you the thrill first.

This will be better than sex!

You can give me sex any day.

(WHISTLING)

(MOANING)

If we were to do it here,
that would be different.

Get off!

Come here.

James. James!

Shh. They'll hear you.

GIRL: Give over.

Well, whatever turns you on.

(SCREAMS)

PARAMEDIC: How on earth did she
get in the waste bin, anyway?

It's Melinda Miller. She was found in
a waste bin about five minutes ago.

GCS at four and stable stats.

I've been looking for Collins on.

He's not in his office.
Have you seen him?

What's happened?

The young girl, Polly Armstrong.

She had an epileptic fit.

And?

Just died.

There was nothing we could do.

What happened to Collins on?

I don't know. He was meant
to be covering for Mansfield, but...

well, we couldn't find him.

So Collins on was supposed
to be in the hospital, then?

Yeah.

Apparently,
Dr Mansfield had to go home.

Her daughter Amy called.
She wasn't feeling right.

She's epileptic.

Anyway, I'd better
go phone Polly's parents.

This'll be fun.

Strange Collins on
didn't answer his pager.

He might have other things on his mind.

NURSE: Melinda, you're in Resus.
You're gonna be okay.

Melinda?

Come on, Melinda. Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.

Squeeze my hand.
Squeeze my hand, Melinda.

Mr Collins on?

I've been looking for you.

(GROANING)

Come in.

Why don't you...

Leanne Proctor.

Good nurse.

She's been missing a number of days.

We have reason to believe
that she's been murdered.

Murdered?

We also know that she blew the whistle
on your dodgy waiting list fiddle.

-Did you know that?
-Yes.

Did you speak to her about it?

No.

Since finding out, I haven't seen her.

Is it true that, uh...

you made advances on Leanne?

Advances?

Sexual advances.

No. Never.

Did you have Gary Mileham thrown off
your team because of her?

That's ridiculous. It's just gossip.

Is it just gossip that you're having
a relationship with another nurse?

By the name of Melinda Miller?

...I was seeing Melinda.

But not any more.

-Not any more?
-A natural termination.

(CLICKING TONGUE)

I want to talk to you again,
Mr Collins on.

But next time, you might want
your solicitor with you.

(CRACKING)

(TONGUE CLICK ECHOES)

The head was found
at the side of the lake by two kids.

It would be an amazing coincidence
if it weren't Leanne Proctor's.

What about the search team,
didn't they find anything at her house?

Nothing that gives any clues about
the killer but lots of Leanne's DNA.

Clear!

-What are her chances?
-They don't know.

Our murderer likes incinerators.

I wonder why he didn't
dismember her like Leanne?

Not enough time? Urn, too risky?

The Butcher of Wetherton.

What are you saying?
Murderer or surgeon?

-Maybe both.
-DOCTOR: Three, two, one. Clear!

(MOBILE RINGING)

Collins on.

BARRY: Alisdair,
I wondered how you were doing?

—What?
—With McKenzie.

Urn, I haven't had a chance
to speak to her as yet.

Yes, well, they're making the
decision about the hospital

within the next 48 hours.

If she came out on our side,
I think it would clinch it.

McKenzie might be right, for all I know.

You didn't think that
when you took my cash.

You're letting your personal feelings
get in the way, Alisdair.

Now, I paid you to do a job
and I would like you to do it.

Please.

Mm mm, Motif?

With Polly Armstrong?

Oh, I don't know. I mustn't have
heard my bloody pager.

She was 17.

I'm sorry, McKenzie.
It must be very hard for you.

How' s Amy?

She's fine.

-It was a false alarm.
-Oh.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

I'm gonna go now.

Could you get in your house okay?

I'm gonna stay in
the nurses' home tonight.

I heard you paging Collins on.

You know, if you need anyone
to set the record straight, then...

Thanks, but I don't think
it's gonna come to that.

Especially where Collinson's concerned.

He has a knack of
sailing through unscathed.

Are you okay?

Urn,

not really, no.

Melinda's been attacked now.

Someone said they found her
down by the incinerator.

(EXHALES)

I'm sorry.

What is it with my flatmates, huh?

First Leanne, now this, it's...

Look, do you have far to go?

No, I'm just across the way. I'm fine.

Get someone to go with you.

I'll be fine.

If you don't get someone
to go with you,

I'm gonna organise
an armed police escort

to accompany you and stand guard
outside your door all night.

You can be quite forceful
when you want to be, can't you?

I'm not joking.

Okay. I'll get someone.

So where does Melinda fit in?

She found out who killed her mate.

We need to build up profiles
for both Leanne and Melinda.

We're trying to contact
Leanne's parents.

They live in Spain,
so the Spanish police are on the case.

You need to find out
what's on the hospital security tapes.

Leanne didn't just disappear.

She was attacked and cut up somewhere
before being dumped.

There'd have been a lot of blood.

Now for Melinda.

One minute, she's on the ward

and less than two hours later,
she's dumped in a yellow bin.

A lot can happen in two hours.

Do we know where they moved her to?

ITU, where Peter were.

She might wake up
and start pointing her finger.

(PROTESTORS MUTTERING)

Morning.

Okay, sir.

Mr Collins on?

Just had a call from A&E,
head trauma.

They need to know if it's operable.

Tell them I'll be there
in a couple of minutes.

(TONGUE CLICK ECHOES)

(PEOPLE MURMURING EXCITEDLY)

-John!
-DALZIEL: Oi, Watmough!

What can you tell me about a newspaper
article the Argus paid 10 grand for?

-Nothing.
-We'll see.

If I was hiding anything,

you know me, you know my family.

We cover our tracks real well.
I learnt from me dad.

-He were always smarter than you.
-(SCOFFS)

Mckenzie: I'm afraid there's
very little we can do.

What's the prognosis?

Hard to say.

Will she survive? Will she recover?

You know as much as I do.

Yeah.

Most of the time,
we're in the hands of fate.

Problem is when something happens,
something that you hadn't planned...

You just have to do
what you think is best at the time.

I should be in A&E.

Let me know if there's any change.

SHANNON: You know
Melinda's seeing him?

Nothing to do with his platinum Amex
and his flash car, of course.

Is that what Melinda fell for?

Definitely. Yeah.

She's always looking for something.

Her favourite film is Pretty Woman.

Kind of says it all, really.

Perhaps one of her schemes backfired.

You know, there was something
she mentioned

before she was attacked.

She said that the Victorian ring
Leanne was wearing was hers.

And that she didn't want
any of you lot to know.

DALZIEL: How you doing, Peter?

All right.

Back in a sec.

Peter, last night, when I was upset...

It's okay.

Thanks.

Blood pressure will be through the
roof. I can tell you that for nothing.

Get a girl anywhere near him.
Zap! Up it goes.

Andy,
Shannon's got something to tell you.

He's not proposed, has he?

I wouldn't put it past him.

If they announce that they intend
to close this hospital,

then we need to show them
that we mean business!

(ALL CHEERING)

We make a counter-announcement

stating that this hospital
does not function at any level.

In effect, we will strike!

(ALL CHEERING)

Mckenzie: Never!

We've fought to keep this hospital open.

How can we then turn round
and say we're going on strike?

WOMAN 1: She's got a point.
MAN 1: What do we do, then?

WOMAN 2: What's our solution?
MAN 2: What do we do then, eh?

CARL: I've been told that
in the next 48 hours

there's going to be an announcement.

-Mr Collins on. Excuse me.
-CARL: When that announcement comes,

we have to be prepared.

Look, when we talked yesterday,

you told me that it was all over
between you and Melinda Miller.

COLLINSON: That's right.

Well, it seems that other people
don't have that impression.

I don't see how other people
could possibly know.

It's between me and Melinda.

Uh, do you know anything about a ring
Leanne Proctor had of Melinda's?

(SIGHS) I have no idea
what you're talking about.

When Melinda was last seen on the ward,
it was approximately 9:15 last night.

She was discovered in the basement
just after 11 :36.

Can you tell me where you were
during that time?

I've decided
I'm going to take your advice

and I'm not going to answer
any more of your questions

until I've spoken to my solicitor.

Good day.

How did they miss that?

The fish were playing football with it.

They're quite handy,
some of those goal kippers.

Not funny, Frank.

Removing a head can't be that easy.

It's like the rest of the dismembering,
very neat and tidy.

You're looking for someone
who must have the instruments to hand.

And the location.

Do we know how she died yet?

Yeah, a cerebral aneurism.

So not strangled or suffocated, then?

No, it's definitely a cerebral aneurism.

About 6% of the population have them.

Have what?

A weakness in the blood vessel wall
in the brain.

Rarely, it balloons.

But then a bang on the head
and it's goodnight, Vienna.

So, you're saying
she weren't murdered, then?

I'm saying»

we know she had a blow to the head,
which kicked in the aneurism.

How that blow was inflicted,
that's for you boys to find out.

She could have, of course,
just bumped into something.

Well, it's a possibility,
but I'd think a slim one.

You don't normally slice
and dice someone

who's just bumped into something.

Anyway, what I want to know is what's
the connection between the two attacks?

Two of the nurses on six have gone home.

Everybody's getting jumpy.

Why don't you go?

You've got more justification than most.

And what if you make another
shallow bid for attention, huh?

Somebody's got to be here
to pander to your demands.

Besides, I don't really
have anywhere to go.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't want to go back to the house.
It would be too weird.

Well, you could always use my place,
if you want.

Pardon?

No, I have a little flat.
It's nothing much.

-Are you serious?
-Yeah.

Because that would be great.

Hold on, you don't have some crazy
old mother that lives there, do you?

No, you're quite safe.

Ah.

Well, what if I take up
squatter's rights?

I don't think I'd object.

I've been to see Melinda.
Is she going to die?

We don't know, Judith. We hope not.

Here, come on, Judith.

Let's leave these
people alone now, shall we?

She's all right.

Okay.

It's okay, Simon, we're with you.
You're going to be all right.

They're all so young.

This had better be good news.

There isn't going to be a strike.

You told me it was a certainty.

Well, it isn't any more.
It's time for all this to stop.

I paid you to do a job!

-I didn't know people were gonna die.
-(SIGHS)

-That has nothing to do with me.
-I'm out of this.

Oh, you people, you're all the same.

You promise you can deliver
but when it comes down to it...

Well, I don't like throwing money
down the drain.

This new hospital
had better come my way

or you will owe me.

And I always collect my debts.

Another epileptic.

Mmm.

I'm sorry.
This must be distressing for you.

It's okay.
It's more distressing for him.

(SIGHS) When this place closes,

God knows what's gonna happen
to this department.

Well, won't it just transfer?

Yeah, well, even if it does,
it's still such a waste.

We only moved in here four years ago.

So, all this is relatively new?

Yeah, and it tires quickly.

We used to be
in the closed-down section.

Shannon?

Were there operating theatres
over there?

Yeah.

I really need you to be straight
with me, Simon.

Have you been taking your medication?

It makes no difference.

So, you haven't.

It used to.

But not now.

How long has this been going on?

-Three months?
-Yeah, about that.

JUDITH: Have you seen my jewellery?

Uh, no, no, I haven't.

I'll show it to you.

DALZIEL: You're looking very perky.

Has that nurse Shannon
been giving you a bed bath?

Andy.

Leanne's body could have been
cut up in an operating theatre.

I've checked it.

Virtually impossible. Security.

No, there's a derelict section
of this hospital,

with operating theatres.

I was going to give her
another one of these.

That knock on your head's done you good.

Lisa said I should always
keep my jewellery with me.

She doesn't trust Thomas.

You were gonna give Melinda
another of your rings?

Well, she really likes my jewellery.

You mustn't give your jewellery away.

It's very precious.

Well, so is she.

I'll leave you to sort this out.

I went to the Argus.

Think I touched a nerve there.

DALZIEL: Newspapers are
always a dodgy lot.

Keep an eye on 'em, Vez.

Who do you think
knows about this place?

We could be looking
at hundreds of people.

Most of the staff,

past and present.

This place has been used recently.

I can hazard a guess at what for.

Collinson's a surgeon.

He must have known about this place.
His alibis are weak.

There's also Carl Watmough.

Watmough?

Apparently he was a med student,
went to the same uni as Gary Mileham.

Did about four years
and then dropped out.

Ah.

He'd have the knowledge
to do a bit of slicing and dicing, then.

Yeah, I would think so. He also knows
this hospital as well as anybody.

Okay.

I want this place going over
more thoroughly

than my grandmother's parlour.

It's a bit of a shock.

I got to know her quite well,

with the clinics and being
on the ward together.

Well, it was a shock for us all.

(ALARM BEEPING)

Medication time.

These are new.

No, I've been on them for a long time.

How long?

Urn, about a year now.

I don't recognise them.

They're good. They work for me.

Duoprizamil? I've never heard of them.

Well, I haven't had one fit
since I've been on them.

Cyotrand, they're...

They're American. (LAUGHS) I think.

Well, you can take the box if you want.

Look them up on the net.
If you're interested.

Carl! Hey, Carl!

Come here.

Hope you don't mind.

Sorry to spoil your bonding
with the common man.

This is a members' club.

Yeah, and I'm fully paid up,
which is a bit more than you are.

-What do you want?
-For a start,

I had no idea you had medical training.

-As well as being medically certified.
-I don't have time to swap CVs.

You had time to give one to
Barry Jemmerson, didn't you?

I've been speaking to the
financial director of the Argus.

Oh, urn, DC Lateef, Carl Watmough.

Carl, this is Parvez Lateef.

She tried to steer us away from the
10 grand they paid for information.

But after we mentioned search warrants
and court injunctions,

-she decided to come across.
-This bit's really interesting.

And she told me there'd been a donation

of 10 grand by Barry Jemmerson
Construction to the Argus newspaper.

A donation to a newspaper. Very smart.

LATEEF: You know where
this is going, don't you, Carl?

Ten grand was the exact amount
they paid for information

that slagged off the hospital.

-Coincidence.
-Highly immoral and unethical,

but not coincidence.

And I'm gonna have fun

telling anybody and everybody
that you were the bloke

that brokered the deal with your
old mate Gary Mileham

and his girlfriend.

All right, lads, carry on with
your game. Don't worry about me.

This is Melinda leaving Ward 5.

It's 9215.

Now, as far as we know,
this was the last time anyone saw her.

She turns into this corridor here,
which doesn't have a camera on it,

and that's the last time we see her.

I've been through all these tapes.
There's nothing.

-This corridor here?
JACKSON: Yeah.

-I've been looking for you.
-Come in.

That's where Collinson's office is.

It was really nice of Shannon
to come and see me.

She was worried about you.

'Cause of Polly?

Yeah.

NEWS READER:
Barry Jemmerson, the chief executive

of Jemmerson Construction,

tipped to build
and run the new hospital,

wasn't available for comment today.

The new Private Funding Initiative
hospital is a highly lucrative contract

that would be a multimillion-pound deal
for the construction company

-with the potential for further...
-What's gonna happen

with the hospital?

-Government assurances are...
-I don't know.

deals have always been
completely independent...

My guess is they won't give me
anything like the resources

I've got now
because they're not talking about it.

until both sides of the campaign
have been reviewed.

Bottom line is
epilepsy just isn't sexy.

...a statement saying they'll just be
glad to see the end of the speculation

one way or the other.
Back to you at the studio, Keith.

We've seen these two before.

It's after this, further on.

Here it is.

These two don't come out the other end.

I mean, there's lifts down there,

they could we gone up to X-ray
or something.

Or down to the basement.

Melinda's in the corridor.

She goes into Collinson's office.

They argue. He attacks her.

Then he dresses up in hospital garb,
dumps her in a wheelchair.

Nobody's gonna look twice at them,
are they?

That is Collins on and Melinda Miller.

It's got to be.

But we have to prove it's him.

Can we enhance that at all?

Yeah, but it wouldn't be good enough
to recognise him.

So, we have to come up
with something else.

PASCOE: I can't get comfortable.

MILLER: All you do is moan.

Here you are
with three months off work on full pay,

someone bringing you
freshly made sandwiches

and you're still not happy.

Don't you ever moan?

Yeah, but I'm an overworked,
underpaid nurse.

I'm allowed to moan.

Why have you brought me all this?

Well, it didn't feel right.

Me in your flat and you here
eating hospital slops.

Yeah, but won't we get in trouble
if we get caught?

(LAUGHS) It's not Carry On Matron.

Things have moved on a bit since then,
more's the pity.

These beds are very small.

Are you moaning again?

Well, have you ever had
to try and sleep in one?

Was that an invitation?

NURSE 1: Look,
I think it's the other way.

NURSE 2: Come on. We'd be mad
to stay here. This Ward's jinxed.

ORDERLY: This hospital's jinxed.

Are you thinking of leaving?

I tell you what,
I will stay as long as you do.

I think you need the company.

(GROANING)

Oh, my leg'

See? There you go again.
Moan, moan, moan.

(CASUALTY THEME PLAYS ON TV)

(TURNS TV OFF)

You drank all of that?

-You must have had some.
-Oh, no, you can't blame me.

You know I don't drink.
You won't let me.

I had Polly Armstrong's parents
in today.

Oh, Mum.

They asked how you were.

What did you say?

I told them the truth.

You're fine.

Am I gonna go the same way as Polly?

No.

-You don't have to lie to me, Mum.
-I'm not lying to you.

It's not going to happen to you.
I won't let it.

And I'm gonna do the washing up.

That photograph
of the young girl in your flat...

That's my daughter, Rosie.

I'm divorced.

She lives with my ex-wife in America.

Oh, right. So they won't be
popping round every five minutes.

(LAUGHING) No.

Does that make a difference?

To what?
I'm just bringing you decent food.

(SIMON WHIMPERING)

-I think that's Simon.
-Dreaming?

No, they often fit in their sleep.

Well, what about the drugs?
Can't they control that?

Well, for 20% of epileptics
there are no drugs.

Amy, Dr Mansfield's daughter,
she used to have up to 500 fits a year.

Simon was the same.

-But not any more?
-No. Amy's fine.

She's on some drug I've never heard of.

Duoprizamil or something.

I don't know,
but it seems to be doing the trick.

-But not Simon?
-No, no, he's not on it.

He's on the drug
that I thought Amy was on.

Yeah, I heard him say
he'd stopped taking them.

Yeah. Well, it's because
they're not working for him.

What about Polly, the girl who died?

(SIGHS) About a year ago,
they all started to improve,

all at the same time.

And then...

three months ago,
it suddenly all changed.

-Hey, could you do me a favour?
-Yeah, sure.

Could you find out all you can
about this Duo...

-...Prizamil?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I'll look it up.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

That policeman's gone.

-There's nobody there.
-What?

There's no nurses.

Help me out of bed.

-But you can't stand.
-Get a wheelchair.

That is so not gonna happen, Peter.

-Shh!
-(DOOR OPENS)

(WHISPERING) I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go see what's happening.

No, Shannon.

Shannon!

(BEEPING)

-SHANNON: Mr Collins on?
-What?

Do you know where that policeman's gone?

No idea.

What are you doing with the diamorphine?

-Was just checking it.
-But that's not your job.

Don't try and tell me what my job is.

You were upping the dose.

-Just leave it, it's fine.
-No, you can't. You...

(SCREAMING)

You should we Left it.

Shannon?

Shannon?

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Shannon!

(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)

That'll do me, Collins on!

(PANTING)

Take him away and read him his rights.

SHANNON: (COUGHING) The morphine pump...

LATEEF: It's okay,
it's only saline. It's okay.

(PANTING)

You could have told me
what was happening!

Well, once we made the call
to Collins on,

we had to get everything in place
double-quick.

Well, the ward cleared, cameras rigged.

Anyway, you seemed to be a bit, er...
preoccupied at the time.

How did you get him to turn up?

PC Jackson posed as an agency nurse.

She told him she was on her own

and it was a bit urgent 'cause
Melinda Miller had just tried to speak.

-Well, do you think he'll come clean?
-He's got no choice.

NIL, mum mug.

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-(ALARM BEEPING)

...ls about an arrest
that was made last night

in connection with the murder
of Leanne Proctor

and the attack on Melinda Miller,

both nurses at
the Wetherton Royal Infirmary.

The arrest, so we are [ed to believe,
was made in the hospital if self

Shannon had never heard of these before.

-You what?
-These capsules.

Both nurses worked
on the neurology ward...

Shannon was here
when you took your medication?

-Yeah.
-And you showed her the capsules?

Well, yeah,
she took the box to look it up.

I told her to ask you
but she didn't want to bother you.

-Is there anything wrong?
-No, nothing.

-Sir.
-DALZIEL: Yeah?

-It's Collins on.
-What?

This was taken the morning
Leanne Proctor went missing.

It's from a traffic control camera
outside Oldham.

He couldn't possibly have attacked
Leanne on that morning.

He were nowhere near the WRI.

That means there's
somebody else out there.

Cyotrand have stopped
manufacturing Duoprizamil.

Amy is on a banned substance.

But why would her mother
put her on a banned substance?

I don't know, I mean, she must have
been getting it from America.

It says that, there,
the initial tests were good

but it was never fully sanctioned
in this country.

So what went wrong with it?

Well... (SIGHS)

You had to be continually upping the
dose to keep the anticonvulsant effect.

But the greater dosage
created side effects,

one of which was liver failure.
So they withdrew the drug.

And it also says that once
the patient came off the drug,

the seizures returned but worse.
Far worse.

Well, that... That must have been
what happened to Polly and the others.

Mansfield must ha vs kept a stock back
just for Amy.

What are you gonna do?

-(MOBILE BEEPING)
-Hold on...

I've got another call.
I'll call you back, okay?

Okay.

Mckenzie: Thanks for coming.

Go through.

-Do you want some tea or coffee?
-No, thanks.

(SIGHS)

Peter.

Peter.

We have a problem.

Collins on didn't kill Leanne Proctor.

-So who did?
-We don't know.

What are you thinking?

Well, I've just been talking to Shannon.

The drug Mansfield's been prescribing
her patients has been withdrawn.

But she kept back a batch
for her own daughter.

Perhaps Leanne Proctor found that out.

Did you check up on Duoprizamil?

I thought you would.

So, you know it's been withdrawn?

Yeah.

I kept some for Amy.

I've got about six months' supply left.

I'm hoping there'll be
a replacement drug by then.

And if there isn't?

You've seen what happens.

We've got six months.

(SIGHS)

Polly didn't even have that.

Well, what could I do?

-What would you have done?
-I don't know! I...

Probably the same as you, I...

I need you to give me that time.

-You're asking me to keep quiet?
-Yes.

-Not say anything?
-Six months.

(SIGHS)

Well?

No. I'm sorry, I can't.

-Why?
-You know why.

But you just said that
you would've done the same as me.

Well, that doesn't make it right.

You will see Amy die.

Oh, don't. What, you think
that I want to see that happen?

Well, there's a good chance it will.

She's been on that drug
longer than anyone.

Well, you should never have
used it in the first place.

No, no, don't... Listen to me, Shannon.

-Listen to me!
-No!

God, it's just like Leanne.
Why can't anyone under...

Leanne?

What, Leanne... Leanne knew?

(STAMMERING) Look, just...
just sit down again.

Just sit down and, and...

Let me tell you...

Tell me what, exactly?

What did you do to Leanne?

What did you do?

(INAUDIBLE)

It was an accident.

She fell and...
and banged her head. I...

I didn't mean to hurt Leanne.

She wouldn't listen.

So you just cut her up.

You did that?

Shannon...

(GASPING)

Shannon, don't do this.

Look, nothing can be achieved
by doing this.

Oh!

(DOOR CLOSES)

(OUTSIDE DOOR CLOSES)

«mum

(HORN BLARING)

(SNIFFLING)

We have to talk.

I don't want to.

There's things you need to know.

Come on, Peter, come on.

Peter? Peter?

PASCOE: Shannon?

It was Mansfield that killed Leanne.

It was Mansfield.

Look, it's all right,
Dalziel's on his way over there.

You just get yourself back here.

She killed her and she cut her up.

(HORN BLARING)

(TYRES SCREECHING)

Shannon?

Shannon?

Shannon!

Somebody help!

Somebody do something!

I tried to reason with her.

I thought she'd realised
I had no choice.

(INAUDIBLE)

I had to do it.

You dismembered her body.

Well, I'm a doctor, it...

It seemed the logical thing to do.

I mean, there was no bringing her back.

And I needed the time
to find a new drug.

For your daughter?

Well, not just for Amy,
it was for all of them.

And it had worked, I mean,
I'd done it once.

Another few months, I would have gone
to the NHS and showed them the results.

But then they took it off the market.

Why didn't you go to the NHS
at the start?

Trial regulations
make it virtually impossible

to do this kind of research
in this country.

I didn't mean Leanne to die.

What will happen?

About Amy?

I've told her father.

I just rang him,
he says he'll do what he can.

That's all any of us can do.

I mean, that's all I was doing.

Have you got a second?

DALZIEL: I'm sorry, Peter,
there was nothing they could do.

The ambulance people took her to...

Peter?

Peter?

(DISTANT CHATTER)

(JACKHAMMER CLATTERING)

Out with the old
and in with the new, eh?

PASCOE: That's progress, isn't it?

DALZIEL: Huh!

Won't be long before they knock me down
and put something new in my place.

BARRY: Amy!

What good have we done
locking Mansfield away?

Where's the justice for Amy?

Or Shannon.

I'm...

I'm so sorry about her, Peter.

Yeah.

I know you are.

Hey, you know what she told me?

Mansfield? She said...

there's more funding in this country
for leprosy research...

than there is for epilepsy.

(STARTS ENGINE)

Have you ever met a leper?