In the Blood Doctors

-It's a beautiful day.

-Mmm.

Possibly the most beautiful day in the history of the world.

Nutcase.

Excited?

Very. It's all...

..big stuff.

-WHISPERS:

-I'm coming with you.

-What about your seminar?

-Mmm...

You know I'm a master of cutting it fine.

Oh...

OK?

Fine.

Morning.

Mrs Tembe, morning.

Ah, good morning, Dr Clay.

Everything OK?

Of course, of course. I was not expecting you in so early.

Were you not on late duty at the police station?

Yeah, I was. Horrible shift. It happens.

I couldn't sleep so I thought I'd come in and clear some paperwork.

-Are you sure everything is OK?

-Oh, yes.

And are we OK? We still friends?

Oh, Dr Clay, you know me better than that.

Of course we are still friends.

Good.

Yet I am not sure I always make a very good friend.

I think you're being a bit hard on yourself.

Take a seat.

-I'm pregnant.

-Right!

At least we think so.

We've done two tests over the last ten days.

The ones from the chemist.

I never expected to be so excited about a plastic stick.

We want you to do a proper test.

So it's all official.

Well, the tests that you can get these days are pretty accurate,

and if it says you're pregnant you almost certainly are.

Please. I want to be absolutely sure.

No problem. We can do a test.

I take it this is good news? Was it planned?

Just a fantastic accident.

Congratulations.

It's been a tough few months for you, as well, hasn't it?

All that's gone now. Wiped away. A clean slate.

We'll need to talk about your antidepressants.

It's never a good idea to be on them if you're pregnant,

not unless it's really necessary.

But we can work something out.

No need. I've stopped.

As soon as I was late.

We checked online. Antidepressants and pregnancy don't mix.

When did you stop?

A few days ago.

Right. Well, there can be side effects with sudden withdrawal.

Have you noticed anything?

Well...

my breasts are a bit tender

and I've been a bit dizzy once or twice, just when I stand up.

But that's pregnancy, isn't it?

I'm fine, honestly.

She is. I've been keeping an eye on her.

OK, well, if you do notice anything,

-or if you start to have fluey symptoms then...

-I'll come in.

I swear. But I won't.

I'm a tough woman from a family of tough women.

Here we go.

My grandmother survived the Nazi death camps.

So it'll take more than a few flu symptoms to knock me down.

Ilse Hartbuch. She was a political prisoner.

They put her in Immerheim. See?

I'm made of stern stuff.

If you pop to the Ladies and fill that for me.

Thank you, doctor.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

I've got my last seminar at 10:15.

You should have left ages ago.

I didn't want to miss anything. 1:30. In the park.

Our tree.

Sorry!

What are we like?

Mr Robson?

Mr Robson, it's the police.

Can you open up, please?

Can we come in?

Thank you.

You don't seem very surprised to see us.

Where were you yesterday evening?

Yesterday evening, sir? Did you go out?

What time was that?

About 6:30.

I was back by 11.

Where did you go?

Out.

Can anyone vouch for where you were?

Mr Robson, we're investigating a very serious incident.

If you've got an alibi, I suggest that you tell me.

No.

I've no alibi.

You did say it was an accident.

Are you sure you're ready?

Henry's not pressuring me, if that's what you're asking.

As long as you're comfortable with everything.

We both have pretty strong beliefs.

A termination isn't something either of us would consider.

And he'll be around to help?

There's no need to worry, we're nicely set up.

You know, my mother left me the house, so we're selling it,

and Henry's just been offered a junior lectureship here

as soon as his PhD comes through

so all I have to do is negotiate my final year around the pregnancy.

I went through a similar thing.

And...

Well...

just don't underestimate how tricky it might be.

I don't. But it'll all fall into place.

I'm an incredibly lucky person.

Take my dissertation. When we were clearing out the house,

I found a box of my grandmother's stuff.

Papers, photos, and a diary -

an ACTUAL diary covering her time at Immerheim.

It's all in German, of course, which I don't read -

but I've showed it to my tutor.

I'm meeting him for lunch to discuss it all.

A big day all round, then.

The biggest. The best.

Well, you enjoy your lunch.

And if you do need us, well, you know where we are.

-Which way?

-Yeah, it's the first door on the right, Mrs Enderby.

Thank you very much.

PHONE RINGS

-VOICEMAIL:

-'This is Josh. Leave a message if you want.'

BEEP

-Mrs Tembe:

-'Oh, Mr Robson.

'I just wanted to say I am looking forward to seeing you

'at church on Sunday.

'Maybe if we have time we could go for a coffee afterwards.

'I would like that.'

Oh, well, goodbye.

Mrs Maddern, how can I help?

Anna. Splendid. Thanks for coming.

And thank you for this treasure trove.

-You think so?

-Heavens, yes.

Now, what can I get you to drink?

I've got water, but perhaps you'd like something else?

No, no. Water's fine.

I've taken the liberty of running Ilse's diary past Malcolm Osborne.

We knew each other at Bristol.

THE Malcolm Osborne?

Oh, how he'd love to hear you call him that!

HE CHUCKLES

He's the authority on Immerheim, of course.

He agreed with me. This is a remarkable find.

You know I don't read German -

I only have the vaguest outline of what's in there.

I'll set you up with someone from the languages department.

But I'll get a dissertation out of it?

Without question.

HE CHUCKLES

You might even get interest in having Ilsa's diary published.

It does cover Ilse's time in Immerheim then?

In horrifying detail.

It starts in the late 1930s when she was a student at Heidelberg

and ends in 1945, a few months before the camp was liberated.

Does it explain why she went there? We've never known exactly.

It was her political beliefs, was it?

You...could say that, I suppose.

It's very brave of you to share your discovery.

This will shed new light on the subject.

Is there really much more to say about life in a concentration camp?

Anna, I don't think you realise what you have here.

Hundreds of holocaust survivors have told their stories.

Anna, Ilse Hartbuch wasn't an inmate at Immerheim.

I don't understand.

She was a guard.

Tell me where you were.

Well, if you won't tell me where you were,

at least tell me what you were doing.

Did you use your phone at all?

You see, you fit the description that the victim gave us.

You're the right age, the same build.

Even that jacket matches the one that she described.

It might help to eliminate you from our inquiries.

We believe... that the assault was planned.

It wasn't spur of the moment.

You planned your attacks, didn't you?

You would tell us where you were if you had nothing to hide,

so you give me no choice.

Joshua Robson, you are under arrest on suspicion of assault.

You don't have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you don't mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

I'd like to...

Yes?

I'd like to use the bathroom, Sergeant.

If it's convenient.

You won't mind leaving your jacket, will you?

If I'd had the slightest idea you didn't know...

It was the family story that she survived the death camps.

I suppose you could say she did, in a way.

She was lucky to avoid Nuremburg and the war trials.

Amazingly, nobody ever tracked her down.

She died in 1954, giving birth to my mother.

Eve.

In Letherbridge.

I've read about the women guards in other camps.

At Dachau and Buchenwald.

The cliche is that they were worse than the men.

Was she...

Was she a monster?

I know what you're asking me,

and I can only tell you what's in the diary.

Ilse documents no attempts to help the inmates.

-In any way.

-She wouldn't have dared write that down, though, would she?

-It'd be too dangerous.

-I'm sorry, Anna.

Judging from the diaries, Ilse seems to have been...

deliberately, even imaginatively, cruel.

-Oh...

-Anna...

I'm fine. I'm absolutely...

Oh... Oh, God.

Sit down. Let me get you something.

No. No...

-Lauren Baiden's medical report.

-Thanks, Jimmi.

Are you getting anywhere?

Not really. Not yet.

That's Josh Robson. What's he in for?

Is he involved in the Baiden case? Is he under arrest?

Anna?!

Are you in?

I waited at the tree.

Anna?!

Anna, why are the bolts on?

Anna?

Anna, please. What's wrong? You're scaring me.

Please, Anna, is it the baby?

Was something wrong with the test?

Anna...

Talk to me.

Ah, Mrs Tembe. Glad I caught you.

Can it wait? I have an errand to run.

I really need a word. I will not be long.

I just need to visit a friend.

Well, if it's Josh Robson, then he won't be there.

GLASS SHATTERS

Anna?

Talk to me, please.

Whatever it is, we'll cope with it.

Don't worry, we can try again.

There's nothing we can't cope with, as long as you talk to me.

It's not that.

Then what is it?

It's no wonder we haven't had an offer on this house.

-People must be able to feel it.

-You're not making sense.

What she did.

The evil she left behind.

-Don't touch me.

-OK, OK.

Just talk to me. Help me understand what's wrong.

That's where she threw a frying pan at me.

Straight from the cooker.

Scalding hot.

I ducked.

-She was furious.

-Who did this?

Eve.

Mummy.

My late lamented mother.

Potential buyers always comment on that cupboard.

"Very useful." Yeah.

Really handy to lock five-year-olds in

when they won't do as they're told.

-Your mother did that to you?

-Till I got too big.

Then she'd tie me to the banister rail.

To stop me going out with "unsuitable" boys.

-You're kidding.

-You have no idea.

I will never let anyone hurt you again, Anna.

-Ever.

-It's too late.

My mother got it from her mother, you see.

Ilse.

Ilse died giving birth to her, but Eve got it anyway.

The family inheritance.

-I don't understand. Got what?

-Evil's in the blood.

There's no stopping it.

Doctor...?

Anna? Are you all right?

-I can't...

-OK.

OK, you need to sit down. Come upstairs.

-Anna!

-It's all right. It's all right.

Do you think you can tell me what's wrong?

He's at the police station. He's being questioned.

-About what?

-Something serious. Very serious.

Was it a sexual attack?

I think you should sit down.

I would not have believed it possible.

He was making real progress.

He's done this kind of thing before?

Mmm.

He has been in prison.

For more than one offence.

And you befriended him? A rapist? Mrs Tembe...

He was honest with me. He told me everything.

Perhaps not everything, but enough.

I honestly believed that he had put this all behind him.

-That he had changed.

-People don't change.

I cannot believe that.

Could you...

Could you tell me what happened?

It was like I said this morning, it was a horrible shift.

Last night? This happened last night?

He was with me.

What?

From 7:30 till after 9:30.

Are you sure?

Of course. This was the time the crime was committed, yes?

Yeah.

Then they have accused him of something he could not have done.

He was with me all evening. I can vouch for that.

Mrs Tembe...

We have to go to the police station.

Now.

Evil, you see? Coming up, time after...

Bubbling up like oil, poisoning everything.

It makes sense now.

I just thought I was a bad girl, but...

"The sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the sons..."

Daughters too, why not daughters?

"..to the third and fourth generation."

Anna, breathe, just breathe. Take a breath.

My head is...

It feels like my brain has goose pimples.

-Sweetheart...

-No!

I want a termination.

Today, if you can.

Anna...take a breath.

Please, just look at me and take a breath.

I can't have evil growing inside of me.

I can't. I want it gone.

Must you always think the worst?

Must you always seek the obvious answer?

You should be ashamed of yourself, Sergeant Hollins.

You should hang your head and pray for forgiveness.

What...

What's she talking about?

Josh Robson has got an alibi.

An alibi? What alibi is that?

I am his alibi.

We spent the evening together.

From at least 7:30 until after 9:30.

Now, let him go.

Why would you want to spend any time with a man like that?

Because he is no longer "a man like that".

Because he has turned his back on the man he was.

What? Do you doubt my word?

Mrs Tembe, I know that you stopped him killing himself.

But you don't need to let him wheedle his way into your good books.

-If he has asked you to lie...

-I do not lie. Ever.

You should know that.

He was at my house when this crime was committed.

-Why?

-That is none of your business.

I was helping him.

Teaching him life skills. Well, someone has to.

If he is to be accused every time something like this happens,

if he is to be harassed

when you do not have a shred of evidence against him,

it is no wonder he is desperate.

Are we not commanded to help those weaker than ourselves?

I know you were trying to do a good thing.

But I don't think it is either wise or safe

to invite a convicted rapist into your home.

You have detained and arrested an innocent man.

It is not I who is a poor judge of character.

Ilse was cruel and did evil things. So did my mother.

Even though she never knew Ilse, Eve turned out the same.

I can't bring any more cruelty into the world.

Did you know about her mother?

Some issues came up when she died, yes.

But we've been trying to deal with them.

-Counselling?

-Anna didn't want you to know.

Evil isn't inherited.

It's what we do that counts, not our genes.

We'll bring our baby up well, we'll surround it with love.

What if love isn't enough?

Remember that thing on the news last year?

With the lab mice?

The scientists made the mice fear a particular chemical.

Whenever they smelled it, something bad happened to them.

And three generations on,

the descendants of those mice showed signs of fear

at the slightest hint of that chemical in their environment.

If fear can be inherited, what else? Why not hatred?

-Why not cruelty?

-It's my baby too.

Evil is strong. It's cunning. You have faith, you know that.

-I want it gone.

-But it's OUR baby, Anna.

Created from love, made with love.

It's nothing to do with Ilse or Eve.

You can't make me have a baby against my will.

Ultimately it's Anna's choice.

Anna are you still getting the tingling feeling in your head?

No, it's gone. I feel a bit sick, though.

It's not the baby you should worry about.

Maybe your stupid's theory's right after all.

Because terminating our child

will make you every bit as much a murderer as Ilse.

Every bit as cruel as Eve.

Henry. There are other issues at play here.

And even if you're right...

You don't get rid of evil by doing evil.

You have to drown it out, swamp it with so much love and goodness

and happiness that it can't get a purchase.

Till the badness withers and dies. We can do that.

Yes, that is my statement. Where do I sign?

-Bottom of the page.

-Right.

Sign and date.

And then he will be released?

As soon as the paperwork is processed.

And you will apologise?

The proper procedures will be followed, Mrs Tembe.

If he'd told us where he was,

we wouldn't have brought him in in the first place.

OK, look, this is what I think is going on.

Anna...

your optimism this morning, and your despair now -

the depth of it - and the tingling in your head...

-She's not in her right mind.

-Don't you dare say that.

I think it's possible that you're experiencing something

called a discontinuation reaction to the medication.

The nausea, mood swings... the confusion.

Are you aware of thinking differently?

Of course I'm thinking differently, after what I've just found out.

But these are different symptoms,

I'm not talking about the depression.

Of course it could be stress related.

I know what I feel.

I'm not dismissing anything that you've said.

You've had a terrible shock,

and yes, you have a big decision to make.

But you don't have to decide anything today.

And there are antidepressants that you can take while being pregnant.

But in order to know which ones to give you,

you have to be properly assessed.

I'm scared.

I know.

But I will be with you, every step of the way.

And so will Henry, won't you?

Of course. Anything.

So, what do you think?

Do we have a deal?

OK.

Let's put the wheels in motion.

You're probably sick of me,

so we'll arrange for you to be assessed tomorrow.

Nature or nurture, Doctor - what do you think?

Oh, I don't know. There's no clear answer.

But I think we are shaped by our experiences.

So I would say nurture.

Some people find motherhood more challenging than others.

I know I did.

But you know what? My son turned out fine.

And I do see parts of myself in him, yes...

but they're generally the good bits.

Maybe you don't recognise the bad bits.

Oh, I don't think he really does have any bad bits.

But he's thousands of miles away and I miss him.

So, I've probably forgotten about them anyway.

What Ilse did, what your mother did....

You know, even if something happens once - or twice -

it doesn't mean that it happens again.

Everyone is different, and anything can change.

I hope so.

Oh! Are you all right?

-Is he free to go?

-Yes.

Have they apologised?

Don't worry about it.

-Well, I think...

-Please...leave it.

Come, let us go home.

Where's Mrs Tembe? We need to get back.

She's with her new best mate.

Dr Clay will give you a lift back.

It is on the way.

No, no, no, gosh, you've done enough.

The way they treated you...

It's the bit of the sentence that never ends.

The bit that no-one wants to talk about.

Well, it is wrong.

So what? It goes with the territory, you know.

It won't stop.

Mr Robson, why did you not tell them you were with me?

You're a good woman.

I didn't want to drag you into this.

You don't deserve that.

Me and the world...

We're not a good fit, are we?

Are you ready?

Of course, Dr Clay.

Do you think you're really helping him?

I hope I am.

We should get back to the Mill.

Liam!

I know this is a really difficult time for you both,

-but when a baby dies...

-His name was Kyle.

Ordnance Survey's second nature to me.

Well, we're using an app, I'm afraid.

It's all GPS these days.

An app? Whatever happened to a map and a compass?

Let's drag you into the 21st century.

An app?!

SHE CHUCKLES