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-Morning, guys.

-Morning.

PHONE RINGS

Is everyone here?

Dr Clay, still here I see.

All right, let's get cracking. Operation Spiral.

Rob says they've got no idea who it is.

Makes you scared to leave the house.

-What's that look for?

-Oh, sorry. I thought you might be Barry.

He sometimes drops in for a cuppa on his rounds.

Barry is on secondment.

I like that word. Secondment.

He's at George Meadow, the university's new site.

He'll be back soon.

Two receptionists?

Are we expecting a rush?

No, I'm just here to update the patient list.

Are you sure you're up to it?

I didn't have a good night.

-Do you want something to help you sleep?

-No, I feel better now.

Three young women abducted off the streets,

all within a mile of the town centre.

Now, they were driven away in this white van.

We don't have a clear shot of the registration.

They were taken to an unknown location, kept for two days,

sexually assaulted, before being released in various places.

The reservoir, Backwell woods...

Details are in your case notes.

Dr Clay, you dealt with the last victim.

Yeah, Chloe Andrews.

-I did the initial report when she was found.

-And?

I put everything in the report.

Should be in your case notes, too.

DS Morgan has a summary of everything we know so far.

So familiarise yourself with the details, yeah?

Sir...there's been another one.

Guys, can I have your attention. Lucy Pattison.

She's a student nurse. 18 years old.

Now, her parents say she didn't return home from her night shift.

She's not answering her phone.

Which, apparently, is totally out of character.

And looking at the address here, her route home would have taken her

within two streets of where Gillian Fraser was snatched from.

This stops...now.

Harmony has been restored.

A reception without Mrs Tembe is like...a heart without a beat.

Oh, Dr Donaghue, now, I have chased up the cardiology report for you

and they assure me it will be here by the end of the day.

Oh, it just needed a touch of the old Tembe magic, huh?

And Dr Vere, I have ordered you a new keyboard.

I haven't even reported the fault yet!

My letter "A" keeps falling out.

Yes, well, sometimes my job is to predict problems before they arise.

It's like having a guardian angel.

It must be a bit of a readjustment, though,

you know, going from practice manager to receptionist?

Oh...

No, I am happy to serve the patients in whatever way I can.

Yeah, well, I'm sure they're all happy to have you back.

You know, I have missed the personal contact with the patients.

Oh, I know I have my work at the church,

but, er...the good thing about this job

is you do not have to take your work home with you.

Well, I don't care what your job title is,

as long as we still get to work together.

Oh...

Ready?

Raise...go!

-Dr Clay.

-Hi, Cindy.

What have we got?

Head-on collision, at speed. Driver wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

Bull's-eyed the windscreen. No pulse when we arrived.

-What about the passenger?

-Been unconscious since we got here.

OK, what can I do to help?

If you could give me a hand with the other driver.

His condition's stable,

-but if you could keep him calm until we can get to him.

-No problem.

His name is Nathan Bachman, he was wearing a seatbelt,

no obvious neck or back injuries.

He's alert. GCS is 15. Sats 99%.

BP 130/90.

Pulse 100. Temperature is 37.

Why hasn't he been transferred to the ambulance?

Something's trapping his legs.

I could smell booze on the other driver.

Looks like this poor guy was in the wrong place, wrong time.

Let me know if there's any change.

OK.

Hi, there.

Hello.

I'm Dr Clay. Jimmi. I've come to see how you're doing.

Nathan.

Nathan Bachman.

I thought they'd forgotten me.

No. Sorry about that.

It's just a case of prioritising who needs the more urgent care.

I'm here now, so...

Sorry.

I know I'm meant to be brave, but...I've never been this scared.

We're going to do everything we can to help you, OK?

Moring, everyone.

As many of you know, I'm DI Larkin.

Now, so far, we have three confirmed victims.

We are looking for this white transit van

that we suspect is connected to the attacks.

We don't have the registration number,

but it does have damage to its rear left-hand light.

Do you know this vehicle? Have you seen it parked in your street?

We're also looking for this bag.

It's been customised by the owner, making it unique.

If anyone's found it, contact Letherbridge police immediately.

If you have any information, don't hesitate - phone us now.

Thank you.

-Do we have any leads?

-I'm sorry, that's all the information

I can give you at this stage. I'm sorry. Thanks for coming.

The road was clear.

I was only doing 35.

I came around the corner and she was on my side.

I tried to swerve, but...

she was going so fast.

Are they OK?

It's OK, Jimmi. You can tell me.

She didn't make it.

Why was she going so fast?

Why was she in the middle of the road?

Why today?

Where's the present?

It was there.

Er, OK...

OK, OK...

Is this it?

Eliza.

It's her birthday.

13.

And now I'm going to be late, all because of some stupid, selfish cow!

Hey, Nathan, I need you to stay calm for me, OK?

I promised I'd be there.

Take her to the zoo.

Then a pizza, a burger.

Whatever she wants.

Nathan, what's wrong?

Dizzy.

Hey, Nathan. Stay with me.

Nathan, talk to... Cindy!

Heston.

Ruhma.

About yesterday. Erm...

I must have fell out of the wrong side of bed.

No. Oh...

I'm sorry. I... I don't know what was wrong with me.

Can I make it up to you?

What did you have in mind?

Well, why don't we do something this weekend?

That would be nice.

The kids have been asking after you.

-Good.

-Great!

Oh, Mrs Tembe...

What can I do for you, Dr Carter?

I've just had a call from a Mr Weaver,

who says he's received a text message

for an appointment he's already had.

I cannot apologise enough.

It is the new diary management system.

I will telephone Mr Weaver personally

and explain it was my clerical error.

I knew you'd sort it out.

Struggling with the new system?

Oh, no. No, it is just teething problems.

Understandable.

I will redouble my efforts.

There will be no further cause for complaint.

Jolly good.

Hey, Nathan?

Nathan, can you hear me?

BP's 90 systolic and his heart's racing.

Internal bleeding?

-But from where?

-Ruptured spleen? Liver?

He needs fluids.

OK, erm...

Right, we've got a penetrating wound,

through the back of the seat, possibly into the lower abdomen.

It's one, maybe two centimetres wide.

How did I miss that?

Well, his sats were normal up until now.

The metal must be stemming the flow of blood.

If he moves by even a couple of millimetres, he could bleed out.

Oh...

What happened?

We lost you there for a second. Gave us a bit of a scare.

Sorry.

Are you in any pain?

No.

No.

As soon as you get me out of here, I'm off.

I'll jump in a taxi, get to my daughter's.

Maybe there'll still be some cake left.

What?

I'm sorry, I don't think you're going to be going anywhere soon.

Why not?

You're, er...

You're pinned to your seat. There's a piece of wreckage.

Well, take it out.

We can't.

Nathan, you have to stay still, OK? The slightest movement...

I'm going to call up the air ambulance.

Am I going home, Jimmi?

We'll do everything we can to get you out of this.

Don't give up, OK? We're not going to.

You were absolutely right to get it checked out.

-OK?

-Ta, doc.

Sometimes an itch is just an itch.

Oh, Valerie! Are you all right? You look awful.

Oh, no. I just feel a bit...

You should go home.

No, Anthony's been so supportive. I really don't want to let him down.

I think Karen's right. You should go home.

You know what always helps? A nice cup of tea.

Right. I'll put the kettle on.

Are you sure you don't want to take the day to yourself?

No, I'd feel just as bad if I was at home.

Only, I'd be alone.

-No, it's better to keep busy.

-Yeah.

Keeping busy's fine,

but, you know, you should have a little lie-down to begin with.

You're the doctor.

That can't be my next patient already?

Now, that's what I call timing.

What goes with tea? Something sweet...

Didn't take you long to find your way to Heston's heart, did it?

Oh, I don't want you to be jealous. There's plenty to go around.

Now, we've got jalebi, pistachio burfi

and my favourite - coconut burfi.

Mm! They look delicious.

These aren't aphrodisiacs, are they?

Ah, now...that'd be telling.

Oh, Mrs Tembe! May I tempt you?

Oh, no, thank you, Dr Carter.

I seem to have lost my appetite.

Then something must be seriously wrong.

I am just wondering whether I've made a mistake

coming back to the reception.

Well, I can see it may not be as fulfilling as practice manager.

Oh, no. No, no, it's not the job that is the problem. It is me.

Well, at least, that is what Mr Harker thinks.

Well, at the last partners' meeting, he was singing your praises.

Well...that is good to know.

Howard had his own way of doing things, Anthony his.

It's going to take some readjustment.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Well, thank you, Dr Carter.

A WOMAN SOBS

SOBBING CONTINUES

I wasn't ready to be a dad.

I said...

let's buy a house first...

..get the business off the ground.

There's plenty of time for kids.

But things didn't work out that way?

We'd only been married six months

when she came out of the bathroom waving that little white stick.

I could see she was nervous.

I was over the moon.

We had a lovely home.

Work was going well.

Eliza was top of the class.

And then one night my wife...

..says, "It's over."

I begged her...

"Tell me what I can do?

"Anything.

"I'll change."

But she said it was too late.

She'd met someone else.

My so-called best friend.

There's always a best friend.

She got the house.

I got the rented flat above a kebab shop.

She got custody.

I got alternate weekends

and "access by appointment".

Nathan, you need to stay calm...

We'd still be a happy family.

I wouldn't be on this road.

I wouldn't be trapped in this rust bucket.

I wouldn't have this.

I wouldn't have...

..done the things...

What things?

-We're ready to take the roof off.

-OK.

But isn't getting to know somebody all part of the fun of dating?

I could have ended up with a class-A creep

if Karen hadn't gone all Sherlock on the internet.

-Yeah, but where's the romance?

-Forget romance.

It takes two seconds to stick a name into a search engine

and see if Mr Right is actually Mr Wrong.

Use it.

Any word on the air ambulance?

Scrambled to a lorry versus child.

We're next on their list, but realistically...

He's running out of time.

Nathan...

How are you doing?

I keep thinking about Eliza.

There's so much I need to tell her.

Do you want to write her a message?

I don't have the words.

Well, I can help, if you want.

You don't understand.

I've done some bad things, Jimmi.

Do I look like Mother Theresa?

I want...

I need Eliza to understand that...

I didn't want to.

Things got out of control.

I never had a temper, not before.

If it would help to talk...

Confess my sins?

Do you think you can handle them?

Hey, Nathan... Nathan!

Nathan, stay with me.

-BP's dropping like a stone.

-OK.

Well, he's still breathing, but his pulse is thready.

PHONE RINGS

It's not me.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Who am I speaking to?

Who's this?

'Clay?'

'Clay, what are you doing on Lucy Pattison's phone?'

Clay, answer me!

Yeah, I'm at a RTC.

I've just found this phone and Chloe Andrews's bag in one of the cars.

-The driver?

-'Yeah, he's hanging on.'

-Address?

-'Walton Road.'

-About five miles out of town.

-Jimmi!

-You better be quick.

Walker, with me.

We're losing him.

The cannula's leaking. I'll re-site it.

OK, you are not dying on me now.

His pulse is getting stronger.

BP's rising.

Nathan...

Nathan!

Oh, Jimmi...

I haven't given up.

Before the crash, where were you coming from?

Is it important?

You said you run your own business. What kind of business was it?

Landscape gardening.

Right, so does that mean you have a works vehicle?

-What's with all the questions?

-A van?

Is it an LDV?

I need to rest.

Lucy Pattison.

I don't want to talk any more.

-She's five years older than your daughter.

-Dr Clay...

Someone snatched her off the street, Nathan. Was it you?

Come on, Nathan. I know you don't want to die

with this on your conscience.

I don't know what happens.

Sometimes, the pressure, the rage...

it gets so much...

..and I just have to let it out.

OK, Nathan, where's Lucy?

Nathan!

Nathan!

Has he told you where she is?

Lucy's phone.

-Yeah, OK, you can leave it to me now.

-Inspector...

-What?

-He's dying.

-All the more reason for you to get out of my way.

-What if he won't talk?

-I can be very persuasive.

-I'm sure.

But maybe he won't tell you where he keeps his victims.

And we may not find Lucy until it's too late. I understand the urgency.

He knows me, he trusts me.

This is my investigation.

Oh, come on! I'm not trying to steal your thunder.

I'm just interested in Lucy Pattison coming home alive.

What about the last time our paths crossed? You let the main suspect go.

Look, every second you waste raking up the past

is a second to him getting closer to dying

and he's going to take his secrets with him.

Don't mess this up.

Nathan?

Nathan!

Ruhma?

Nathan...

Get lost.

OK, Nathan, you're going to die.

No-one can change that.

But you can change what happens next.

Leave me alone.

Your wife and your daughter

are going to find a policeman at their door.

He's going to tell them you've died.

-Then he's going to tell them all the awful things you've done.

-Shut up!

It's going to be in the papers, social media.

It'll be in every school playground.

Eliza...!

If Lucy isn't found alive, how do you think your daughter's going to forgive you?

Briar Lane.

End of the track.

There's a farm.

Just a wreck.

Swallow Brook.

That's where I take them.

DI Larkin to Control. I want all available units sent to Briar Lane.

Swallow Brook Farm.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

Come in.

-You wanted to see me?

-Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

Now, about this morning's incident.

I am now fully conversant in the new system.

I'm glad to hear it.

-But that's not why I called you in here.

-Oh?

I saw this and I thought of you.

A job vacancy?

Assistant practice manager.

In Birmingham?

It is a great practice. I know the manager there.

He would make a fantastic mentor.

I'm not sure...

This could be the experience you need.

You're wasted as a receptionist. Everyone can see that.

But I like it here.

But are we holding you back, Mrs Tembe?

I know all the patients.

And my friends are here.

But sometimes you need to move on if you want to develop your career.

If you're serious about practice management,

this could be the perfect opportunity for you.

OK, take the back.

Follow them round!

Lucy? Lucy Pattison? It's the police!

It's empty. Search the area.

Lucy!

Please, help me! Please...!

Lucy?!

I'm in here!

-Please, help!

-Get a paramedic! Get a paramedic!

Lucy! Lucy!

I'm in here!

Lucy, it's the police!

-Lucy!

-It's locked.

Give me some help with the door.

Get the paramedics in.

Lucy, you're safe now.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hello?

Hey...

How's she feeling after her disco nap?

Oh, do you know, I feel absolutely fine most of the time.

Then, every now and again,

it's like the energy's just been drained from me.

Well, I have got something which is going to give you a real boost.

It isn't?

It is.

We've found her.

How is she?

In shock.

She's heading to St Phil's, thanks to you.

Jimmi...

Is she going to be all right?

Is she going to be all right?

Do you think she's ever going to be all right?

Do you think any of them will ever recover after what you've done to them?

I don't feel so good.

Jimmi, I'm sorry.

I am.

Truly.

What are you doing?

Don't leave me!

I don't want to die alone!

CAR DOOR SHUTS

CAR ENGINE REVS

JIMMI DRIVES OFF

Oh, Ruhma, there you are.

I saved one for you. I know it's your favourite.

Not now, Heston.

What's the matter?

You know, I really wanted this to work.

-I thought this was going to work.

-What do you mean?

It's over.

What's over?

Us.

What have I done?

That's the problem. I don't know.

Ruhma...

The mysterious Alphonse the Amazing,

whosoever he may be, is not going to be drawn into revealing anything

about that spellbinding performance.

You said to me a while ago that you were waiting for him to come back.

What did you mean?

-Hasn't she told you?

-No.

Get out!

She's waiting in for a dead man.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE