The More Deceived Holby City

I think it would be best if everyone left Oliver to me.

By everyone, I take it you mean me.

Your bum's changed, I knew you were pregnant.

Amanda did more than refuse to co-operate with the case against Thomas Sandwell.

She may not have murdered anyone herself but we know she helped him cover it up.

-I'm afraid Thomas is dead.

-NO!

I suspected suicide, I made a psych referral. Adrenaline.

That's for protecting the bitch who killed my daughter.

Now you need to help me.

I need you to leave now.

I can't do that.

-Look, Mrs...

-My name is Susannah Harris.

-This is a hospital, not...

-How could you...

-Everything OK, Mr Malick?

-..help someone like her?

-Fine.

-As if she was a human being.

I don't want to call security but...

Security? For me?

Why are you here?

For my daughter.

What?

Amanda Layton underwent surgery earlier today.

She was then briefly readmitted to theatre due to a post-operative complication.

The follow-up procedure was a success,

but her condition is serious.

That's all I have for the time being. Thank you.

One more question! One more question!

Doctor?

Yeah.

Er, I'm Janice. I've just started my shift.

Hi. Dominic.

You can dominate me any time!

-What?

-It's waking up.

Back in the land of the living?

I'll just do your obs.

Where's Mr Malick?

Look, I know how you must feel.

I doubt it.

Well, I can imagine.

I have lost everything that meant anything to me.

-I wish I could help.

-Meanwhile she just carries on...

-You need to talk to...

-..lying and denying.

-..the proper authorities if...

No-one ever listens.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Mr Malick.

-Give me a minute, yeah?

It's your patient.

Claudia O'Keefe, 23 B/P is 170 over 87, severe abdo pain and vomiting.

Hi, Claudia.

-What?

-I'm Doctor Wilde.

I just need to sleep.

Can you show me where the pain is?

Pain's everywhere.

OK, where's it hurting most at the moment?

There.

I'm just going to examine your abdomen.

Sorry my hands are a bit cold.

That's better.

Is there any chance you might be pregnant?

No, no. I'm on the pill.

Right, we're going to run a few tests.

Ow!

Oh, my God.

-Get off.

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-What are you playing at?

-I forgot to say.

-I don't know what's happening to me.

-She thinks she's a vampire.

And you are...?

-Her doctor.

-So who's Dominic, then?

One of our juniors.

Nice-looking lad.

If you like that sort of thing.

Mint?

No, thanks.

Got the breath of death, me.

How are you feeling?

I wish I was wherever Thomas is.

You know I couldn't act on the advance directive.

-Why?

-You'd just attempted suicide.

Not true.

I didn't know if you were of sound mind to...

You took away the one freedom I had left.

I did what I thought was right.

I suppose I should take it as a compliment.

-How?

-Most people would be happy to see me gone.

Not exactly R-Patz, is she?

No.

She still complaining about the light?

Yeah, just leave her curtains drawn if it keeps her quiet.

What tests did you want?

Um...full bloods, abdo and chest X-ray.

Lovebites at your age? Classy.

I've just been bitten by some Goth mentalist.

-Doctor or patient?

-I've been calling down for a psych consult but there's no answer.

You're better off dropping in.

-Thanks.

-And get that checked out.

-She didn't even break the skin.

-Please, just for me.

Yeah.

I'm sure Mr Malick'll be back soon.

I bet she's lapping up all the attention in here.

The cameras, police everywhere.

Mention the name Simone Harris to people, it'd mean nothing to them.

Who?

My little girl.

Right.

But everyone knows who Amanda Layton is.

Refill?

Jonny's being very discreet for once.

About?

-Your little secret.

-Is that right?

-Yeah, hasn't said a word.

-Really.

You have told him?

Haven't you?

-Look, some of us...

-Why not?

-..have work to do. Excuse me.

Where's Valentine?

Er...he should be back by now.

-From?

-His um...

-His what?

-Counselling.

-Oh, great.

-Very empathetic.

-Well, he claims he's well enough to work.

-He is.

-So he should be here, working.

-These things take time.

-Well, then why not take some leave?

-Because...

-We can't afford spare parts.

-I know that.

-What?

-Excuse me.

Mr Collins!

I don't believe you, Bobby!

-OK, you got me.

-That is it.

-There's no need to shout.

-How many times?

Right! No more surgery unless you have CBT.

Eating like a king, check. Sleeping like a log, check.

Wandering around muttering to myself through a straggly beard, not yet.

So as you can see, life barrels on.

-Time's up.

-See you next week.

Look forward to it.

PAGER BEEPS

Should be fine now.

-Why aren't you with Mrs Harris?

-I didn't realise that was her name.

-What?

-Or that her daughter's name was Simone Harris.

-So?

I double-checked.

There was no Simone Harris among the names of the victims.

-You're joking.

-I printed the list off.

So who is she?

-Do you want me to tell the police?

-No.

I'll sort it myself.

DOOR OPENS

What's the matter?

I don't know who you are.

-I'm...

-But I know who you're not.

-What do you mean?

-I hope for your sake you're just some nut job.

-Please, I...

-Cos if you're press...

-..just want to...

-I am literally...

-..talk to...

-..going to kick your backside out of here, do you understand?

I am the mother of Simone Harris.

Abducted and murdered at 19 years of age by Thomas Sandwell

and Amanda Layton.

I checked the list of victims from the trial report, all right?

There was no Simone Harris.

So who's this?

And this?

And this?

There was no trial because they were never charged.

Hers was the only body they never found.

But I still know they killed her.

-(Hey, Doc!)

-Yes?

You got anything to do with the Amanda Layton case?

Er...who?

That murdering bint downstairs.

-No.

-Any of your mates involved?

I couldn't say.

Tabs'd pay top dollar for that interview.

Really.

Bet I could squeeze a confession out of her.

What makes you think that?

I got a hell of a nose for a story.

You're a reporter?

Remember the day Lady Di died?

-Yes?

-I was in Disneyland Paris with the grandkids.

If the Mrs had just let me

tab it down to that tunnel I'd have been the first Brit on the scene.

Which newspaper do you work for?

Cotswold Gazette. Man and boy.

Sorry, would you excuse me?

You're back, then.

Seems that way.

Longer session than usual?

-No.

-Oh. So how did it go?

-It's all good.

-And Dr Kozinsky feels you're making progress?

Definitely.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come.

Hi, I'm Doctor Wilde from AAU.

Hi, Doctor Wilde from AAU.

Sorry to bother you.

Never start a conversation with an apology.

Yeah...I wasn't...I...

Sit, you're making the place look untidy.

Um...I've got a patient, Claudia O'Keefe, 23, claims she's a vampire.

Is it me, or is the world becoming more of a freak show by the hour?

'12 years ago she disappeared.'

The week after her birthday.

There was no body.

No witnesses, no hard evidence.

They both denied it. The police concentrated on the other victims.

The cases they could win.

She was on her way home from the uni library.

What was she studying?

Law. Wanted to be a solicitor like her mum.

Is that what you...?

Used to be. When I believed in words like justice.

Is there somewhere I could have a cigarette?

My main concern though is that she's got a long history of reporting various different symptoms to her GP

-which then mysteriously clear up without treatment.

-So what's your name?

Er, Gemma.

Sounds about right.

-For what?

-You got any aspirin?

-No.

-Hangover from hell.

Where I come from, we can take our booze.

-So what do you do for fun round here?

-The usual F1 stuff.

-Yeah?

-Crack open a litre of cider and check on my debts.

Leaving a queue of dashing consultants waiting at the door?

-Not even an acne-ridden porter.

-There must be some romantic ship on the horizon.

Do you talk to your patients like this?

Only the ones that touch me deep in here.

So you'll be down soon, yeah?

So long as I know you'll be waiting.

It's been...an experience.

Toothpaste.

-What?

-For the hickey.

What makes you so sure it was them?

It all fits. Her age, where we lived.

Even the time it happened.

-The police didn't find anything?

-No.

My husband drove around the area for days, stopping strangers,

knocking on doors.

Does he know you're here?

No.

Would you like me to call him?

We're divorced.

-Right.

-It was probably for the best.

I couldn't look at him without seeing Simone's face.

Got to get back.

How sick is she?

-I can't say.

-Please.

Very.

Is she going to die?

Maybe.

All I want to do is ask her to admit she killed Simone and tell me

where her body is.

Just so I can put her to rest.

Did you get rid of that Harris woman?

Mrs Harris was telling the truth.

Seriously?

-Yeah.

-What does she want?

An audience with our celebrity guest.

-You are a sight for sore eyes.

-Hey, just about to call you.

Got my mother on my case.

-Amanda Layton.

-In a right strop.

-I need some advice about controlling her pain.

If it's not medication or mortality, then it's me.

The cancer's in her bones.

She's really getting to me.

We're thinking about using a listronate infusion.

-Have you listened to a word I said?

-It's important.

-And my mother isn't?

-I never said that.

-No?

-Oh, come on Nath, just tell me what you think.

You're an adult, make your own diagnosis.

Can you order a listronate infusion for Amanda Layton?

Really? I didn't realise she had cancer.

Just do it.

She's asleep. Having nightmares, hopefully.

Who is Simone Harris?

Is she here?

-What?

-The mother.

She's been after me for years. Writing letters.

Trying to visit me in prison.

And you never respond?

I've got nothing to say to her.

Did you and Thomas Sandwell kill her daughter?

-I didn't kill anyone.

-Do you know where her body is?

I feel sorry for her but I...

This is your chance to put something right if...

If I knew, I would tell her. Honestly.

-So you won't talk to her.

-There's just no point.

But no-one ever believes me.

-No?

-Not even the doctor.

-Right.

-My mum told them I was a hypochondriac.

Really?

They all think it's some big joke.

We'll see when we get your results back.

It was the same at school.

-Sorry?

-Everyone laughing at me.

About what?

They all said it, all of them.

-Eh?

-The kids and the teachers.

-Said what?

-Called me a vampire.

-That's just...

-And now it's coming true.

OK, look...don't worry, someone'll be down to talk with you soon.

(Uh!)

All right, I'll get a nurse.

Hi, I'm Mary-Claire.

Loving that accent.

Ah. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about us.

Start on the cider early?

-She's over there.

-Who?

Claudia O'Keefe.

Looks mad as a bucket of worms.

What?

MONITOR BEEPS

Excellent.

-Well, I love a challenge.

-You what?

# When Irish eyes are smiling... #

BEEPING STOPS

Sinus rhythm.

-Magic hands.

-I'll bet.

-Nicely done.

-Thanks.

Although of course you do realise that Mr Nolan will still be dying shortly.

-Yeah?

-Yes, acute liver failure. All we can do is keep him comfortable.

Maybe I should have just plumped up his pillows.

Have you met our new CT1?

-Who?

-Harry Tressler.

I can't stand the lights.

Did you sort out that psych consult?

I, um...

Is that a no?

-Yes.

-What's the hold-up?

It's uh...been mad busy.

-Good job I showed up.

-And did you get your neck sorted out?

Not yet, no.

Right, well, she needs a saline wash and a clean set of scrubs.

My pleasure.

INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION

-What are you doing?

-I've got to talk to her.

-No.

-Please?

-I said I'd see what I could do.

-No-one'll listen.

-You have to leave.

One simple question.

-I said no.

-That's all I want to ask.

-And what if she doesn't have the answer?

-What?

I'm not sure if she knows anything.

Please don't tell me you've fallen for her sob story.

Is this is how she operates?

I am just her doctor.

The poor innocent victim.

Full stop.

What if it was your child?

Susannah?

DCI Green!

How are you?

I thought you'd taken early retirement.

Still got a few months left.

-Mrs Harris.

-What are you doing here?

-I should ask you the same thing.

-I've got to see her.

-You weren't going to let her?

-No. I just told her that I can't do that.

-Don't torture yourself.

-Two minutes, that's all I need.

She's not going to tell us. Believe me, I've tried.

I'm sorry I couldn't be any more help.

Thanks for everything.

Poor cow.

Yeah.

He's already had a double-bypass and he's on his fourth heart attack.

Right.

If it was anyone else, I'd just leave them to it.

He's special to you?

He was one of my first-ever patients here.

-Right.

-I seem to have been looking after him ever since.

-Dr Kozinsky.

-Hey, big guy - surely it should be Sharon by now?

Have you got a second?

Everything OK with our mutual friend?

-Is that some sort of obscure Dickens reference?

-No.

Well, I don't speak fluent euphemism, so...

Oliver Valentine.

-What about him?

-How's he doing?

Can't say.

His welfare is of great concern to me.

-Me, too.

-So if you could give me any indication...

-Hi.

-Hey.

-You two look thick as thieves.

Er...Sharon's just come to see a patient.

I don't appreciate people prying into my cases, Professor.

-I was not prying.

-Seems like it to me.

-I was just...

-I'm here to deal with Mr Collins, nothing else.

Where is he?

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yeah?

-Just wondered if I could borrow your desk for ten minutes.

Course.

The bosses want reports on their report these days.

Do you really think they killed Simone Harris?

99% sure.

Suppose you think you're some kind of comedian.

What were you even doing in that office, anyway?

-Waiting for Dr Kozinsky!

-Well, that poor girl's still waiting for her consult cos of you.

I didn't say I was from psych.

You reek of booze.

Always the sign of a good night.

Not sure Ms Campbell would agree.

Actually, it was Serena I was boozing with.

Yeah?

No.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Claudia O'Keefe's bloods have come up negative for Hep C and HIV.

Smile, you're in the clear.

I'm so relieved, I might faint.

If you develop a sudden aversion to garlic, give me a shout.

Wouldn't I just love to jump all over that man's bones.

Be like getting into bed with some sort of posh lizard.

Have you got cataracts?

Chocolate and anchovies?

Yes?

That is a thousand kinds of wrong.

Each to their own.

-So when you going to tell him, then?

-When you keep your snout out of my business.

Thank you.

CBT, cognitive behavioural therapy,

is unlikely to work in isolation, but if we combine it with other

quit strategies it is possible to change your thinking patterns.

Sorry, am I disturbing you?

No, no, no - you carry on, love.

Just ringing round a few of my contacts.

After all these years I've finally got an exclusive on me hands.

No more nearly-man for Bobby Collins.

Feels like my bones are on fire.

Got your infusion here.

I'm cold.

This'll help.

Has she gone?

I don't want to talk about it.

I suppose you've seen the family album.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Has she shown you photographs of her daughter?

Right.

-That's it.

-What?

From now on we discuss your treatment. Nothing else.

-No, I didn't mean to.

-I'm serious.

-Don't be like that.

-You need anything, you ask the nurse. They'll pass the message onto me.

-Please!

-We're done.

I'll talk to her if you like.

-What?

-Right now.

-Why?

-It's what you want, isn't it?

-It's what Mrs Harris wants.

-Well, then.

I don't know.

I'll tell her the truth.

I promise.

Any developments?

No.

-Doc?

-Yeah?

Don't dwell too much on Amanda. She gets to us all in the end.

Hello, Mrs Harris.

It's Mr Malick.

-When you're done, could you take Mrs Potter in bed two down to X-ray please.

-Sorry?

The ghost of Barbara Cartland?

No, I can't.

Why's that?

Because...I am a consultant.

-Oh.

-Griffin. Mr Griffin.

Harry Tressler.

Nurse Morley, would you help Elaine into bed, please?

You took me for...

Er, some kind of helper-type person.

You didn't just take one look at my face and...

God, no.

You sure about that?

I'm more than aware the NHS is a wonderful melting pot of...

Um...

Of what?

You were pushing a patient.

Well, it can get pretty hectic down here.

Yeah, I noticed.

So we all pull together.

And you lead from the front.

Exactly.

Man-of-the-people stylee.

Harry Tressler.

-Have you seen Twilight face?

-No.

She's disappeared.

Have you looked?

-Everywhere.

-Nightmare.

What is?

What do you make of Sir Ric Griffin?

Not a sir, is he?

No, but I bet he'd like to be.

Strikes me as one of those chaps with an entire chip shop on his shoulder.

You know what you are? You are an uber-snob.

Says the working-class hero!

I'm no hero.

You're not working class, either.

-Says who?

-You're a doctor for God's sake.

So?

Why are you in this job, anyway? And if you say to help the sick, I'm going to throw up.

-What other reason could there possibly be?

-Tell me you don't want the life.

-What life?

The rugger-bugger husband, the original features,

little Tom and Lucy singeing their piano-worn fingers on the Aga.

What are you doing here, then? Slumming it?

I'm here for the filthy lucre and the dirty nurses.

I think we should split up.

We've only just met.

-You all right, Doc?

-Fine.

-It's all go, isn't it?

-Yeah.

You fellas deserve double-bubble, the hours you put in.

You should be in bed.

-How would you like to earn a few extra bob?

-I'm not really interested.

You know this jailbird they're hiding on the other ward.

-They're not hiding her. She's...

-If you could get in there and see if she'll give me an interview

I'll make it worth your while.

-No.

-I'm talking serious money here.

Involved in the killing of innocent teenagers, wasn't she?

-Hell of a story.

-And you expect me to exploit their deaths for "a few bob"?

-It's not like that.

-Of course not.

I just want to get to the truth.

Truth? You don't know the meaning of the word.

What's your problem?

-Right, I need your help.

-Fire away.

Susannah Harris is downstairs in the coffee shop.

-She's back?

-Can you go and get her?

-Why?

-Bring her up to the fourth floor where the scanner room is.

Isn't the fourth floor closed for a refurb?

Exactly.

What's going on?

Going to help me...or not?

-Course.

-Great, I'll meet you there.

You sure about this?

-Where are we off?

-She needs a scan.

-Right.

-Actually, do you mind waiting here?

-No chance.

-Please.

-Look, I'm under orders to...

-We'll be ten minutes.

-The regs state...

-..that medical staff can be alone with a prisoner if there's no flight risk.

-You know your stuff.

Look at her. It's not like she's going anywhere.

-Any problems...

-You'll be the first to hear, trust me.

Come on.

What's going on?

-She needs a scan.

-Where's the PO?

-She's staying here.

-Why?

-There's no need for her to...

That's not up to you.

Miss Layton is my responsibility.

I'm talking about her safety.

I need to be alone with her. It's an intimate examination, there's questions I need to...

Yeah, well we've all got questions, haven't we?

No, please. Not now, please.

For God's sake Amanda, he's gone. There's no-one to protect.

-You'll go to hell for this!

-Enough.

I'm sorry.

Make it quick.

I'll take it from here.

-Excuse me, love.

-Yeah?

I believe you've got a VIP on the ward.

-Oh.

-Very important prisoner.

-Um...

-Any chance of a quick word with her?

-Not really.

-I'll make it worth your while.

-Sorry.

-Chantelle.

-I can't.

-I love that name, by the way.

You need to go.

What harm will it do?

-Right now.

-Please, love. I need this.

-I said no.

-It's the big one.

It's payback for all those garden fetes and town hall meetings.

Joel. Can we get some help, please?

Dominic.

Where've you been?

Thank you.

See you back on the ward.

-Sure you don't want me to...

-We're fine.

-We don't have long.

-OK.

Just tell me where Simone is and I'll leave you alone.

-Mrs Harris.

-Let me take her home. You owe me that much.

I don't owe you anything.

-What is this?

-What do you mean?

Just put me out of my misery.

Why did you agree to talk to her?

So I could look her in the eye...

-Evil.

-..and say...

-That's all I can see in your eyes.

..I didn't kill your daughter.

-Hello, Claudia.

-Leave me alone.

-Fancy meeting you here.

-I need to...

-That blood belongs to someone else.

-..find out...

-Why don't you give it to me?

-..what it tastes like.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Let go of me.

-Can't do that.

Why do you wear that cross around your neck?

Because I believe in the teachings of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

-Since when?

-I found God in prison.

Convenient.

My faith has been of great comfort to me.

I go to church every morning and pray for the same thing.

I hope you get it one day.

I thought she was ready to talk.

Is there nothing you can tell us?

-No.

-Even if you didn't actually...

-Of course she did.

Was there something Sandwell said, a place where he could have...?

She knows exactly where my daughter is.

Can't you see what this is doing to her?

Yes.

You know how painful grief can be.

No, she doesn't.

Mrs Harris is right.

-She's got no idea.

-I'd never compare losing Thomas to what she's been through.

-Who mentioned Thomas?

-Sorry?

I'm talking about your baby.

What?

-What are you...

-The one you lost.

-Why are you...?

Nearly full-term, wasn't it?

-You can't compare...

-How do you know?

-..my Simone to...

-It was in the notes.

..to some miscarriage.

-Must have been traumatic.

-Please don't.

-I didn't come here to listen to this.

Imagine if you couldn't lay that baby to rest.

-Stop it.

-How would that make you feel?

I don't care how she feels.

-Please!

-I just want the truth.

That's all we're asking.

I don't know where Simone is.

-No!

-How dare you mention her name.

-Susannah!

-You've got no right.

-SUSANNAH!

-I hope you die in agony.

As long as I die, I don't care.

I'm sorry. I just want my little girl back.

SHE SOBS

'Doors opening. Lift going up.'

Don't ask, just get me a suture kit.

-Is she OK?

-Are you deaf?

Sorry.

-What happened?

-Nothing.

-I thought it was just a flaming scan.

She caught her head on the scanner.

Get her inside before the coppers see her.

And from now on, she doesn't leave my sight.

Hi. Yeah, I was just wondering

if anyone had seen a missing patient around the hospital?

Er, 23, dark hair.

Nothing on the CCTV?

OK, no. Well, if...

Help me, Gemma.

Sorry, got to go.

What happened?

I've joined the ranks of the undead.

GAAARRRRRRRR!

-Grow up.

-Sorry.

Your face!

Found your patient. She's tucked up safely in her coffin.

What's all that?

Argument with a blood donor.

-Mr Griffin.

-You again.

What's going on?

-Ask him.

-MARY-CLAIRE SNORTS

Actually, I don't want to know.

-Fair enough.

-Just leave, please.

Is this just some sick joke to you?

I could ask you the same question.

-What?

-You had no right to mention my baby.

-I was trying to...

-You're the only person who's treated me with any kindness in years.

-I'm just doing my job.

-You obviously think the same of me as the rest of them.

-I should never have taken you down there.

-How could you use my own dead child against me?

-I was trying to get you to...

-Or have you just decided I'm pure evil?

-No, I...

Would it change your opinion if I told you that the man I loved kicked my child to death in my womb?

-What?

-That's how I lost her.

-Sandwell?

-So now you know.

-I'm sorry.

-I had to give birth to a perfectly formed corpse.

-Didn't you tell anyone?

-He wouldn't even let me get her christened.

Why did you stay with him?

I suppose that you want me to say that I was trapped now.

-Were you?

-I couldn't live without him.

-Even after he killed your...

-He was my life. Before and after.

But that's just...

Insane? No, it's love.

How could you love someone who did that?

-I can't explain.

-Someone who killed all those...

You've obviously never really loved anyone.

If you had, you'd get it.

I would have done anything for him.

Anything.

And did you?

Claudia, you don't need the shades.

What's he doing here?

-Sorry, can I help you.

-Who sent you?

-Mrs Fothergill.

-Nobody.

-Don't lie to me.

-It's OK, Claudia.

-Get him out of here.

-Sorry, do you want to try the other end of the ward?

-Now!

It's all right. Get back into bed.

Calm down.

-I bet my mum sent him.

-Listen to me, I've made a decision.

I'm going to speak to the consultant about exploratory surgery.

-It was his cross.

-We're going to get to the bottom of this, I promise.

Excuse me, Ms Campbell.

Is it my imagination, or have you spent the whole day

dealing with that girl?

I'm doing my best.

Mm. It's not quite good enough.

Well, I'll do better.

-What did you want?

-Doesn't matter.

Fine.

-Mr Griffin.

-Mmm?

-I've got a patient with severe abdominal pain

but all the tests have come back negative.

-And?

-I'm wondering whether you might be able to fit her in for an exploratory laparoscopy.

-Today?

-It's time-sensitive. She's in a lot of distress.

Isn't she on Ms Campbell's books?

Yeah. Er, I don't think she can fit her in.

Fine, get her prepped.

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-Professor Hope.

-You heading off home?

Got to prep for a lecture in the morning, actually.

-Oh?

-On obsessive compulsive behaviour.

Ah. You're being sarcastic.

-Yeah.

-Very funny.

I take it this is about Dr Valentine.

Did you know that he's been sleeping in the on-call room?

Isn't that what it's for?

I think he's actually living there.

I'm aware of that.

-You are?

-Yep.

-Don't you think you should have...

It's part of our ongoing confidential...

-You could have found a way to...

-That's not how I operate.

Do you think it's healthy?

-I'll tell you what's UN-healthy.

-I would say it's a sign he...

You tying yourself in knots trying to be a father figure to a grown man.

-I just want him to...

-You're plugging gaps in your own life.

I haven't come here to be shrunk.

You're in work at the crack of dawn.

You go home in the dead of night.

You live on coffee and doughnuts and you never quite cracked

that old Hendrix lick on your replica Fender.

My guitar is an original 1972 Hofner semi.

You're a great surgeon.

And underneath the interfering old woman routine, I'm guessing a nice guy.

What happened?

I know Oliver Valentine much better than you ever will

and I think your approach is getting him nowhere.

-Is that right?

-Yes.

Stick to the hearts, Elliot.

Up here?

That's my department.

Well, I can't see anything that would explain the symptoms.

No?

Nope. It's back to the drawing board, I'm afraid.

Right.

Patient rustling?

-Excuse me?

-That's one of mine.

Doctor Wilde said that you were otherwise engaged.

Not true.

Well, the laparoscopy proved inconclusive, so she's all yours.

Good, because Dr Tressler thinks he's cracked it.

-What?

-Over to you.

I ran a urine test which suggested the possibility of porphyria.

-Porphyria?

-So I checked her records. She went on the pill six months ago.

And that, plus the hallucinatory behaviour...

Which Dr Wilde failed to fully explain to me.

..and the history of sporadic unexplained illness...

Fine, close her up.

Psych rang about Amanda Layton.

-And?

-They apologised for the delay

and they're going to send someone down shortly.

Right.

Amanda.

-Yeah?

-Listen to me.

I'm so tired.

This could be your last chance...

to make things right.

Please.

Otherwise it'll be out of my hands.

I can't do this any more.

Psych are due any second.

I don't need to tell you what that means.

You're getting weaker, Amanda.

I know you want to be allowed to die. But...

If you don't say where Simone Harris is right now,

it won't be up to me.

You know it's the Christian thing to do.

Fine, have it your way.

I could tell them you tried to kill yourself, they'll cancel

the advance directive and put you on suicide watch.

They might even transfer you to a high-security psychiatric unit.

Either way, they'll force the meds down you,

and no matter how many times you crash, there'll be someone standing

over you trying to bring you back to life, again, again and again.

Or...

..I could tell them they're not needed.

She was the last one.

I couldn't take any more.

I tried to talk him out of it, but he just wouldn't stop.

Where is she?

Amanda.

We took her home.

And she's still there?

Thank you.

I was hoping to be rather impressed by you.

But at the moment, all I'm feeling is disappointment.

-Well, I was just trying to...

-Anyway, I thought it best to put Dr Tressler on the O'Keefe case.

-Right.

-I need team players, Dr Wilde. Are you with me?

You remember Gemma?

Vaguely.

How are you feeling?

I'm just so grateful.

We've put her on IV glucose, taken her off the pill.

Finally someone listened to me.

-You're not mad and you're not a vampire.

-No, I'm just sick.

Sounds like it was a good call.

Danger - genius at work!

All right, big head!

What happened to your neck?

It's nothing.

-So we're out on the lash later. You coming?

-Er...don't think so.

-Protecting your rep as the queen of misery?

-Don't be mean.

Fine, I'll come.

Marvellous.

Mum? Yeah, hi. Can you babysit later?

Hello, psych? I'm calling to cancel a consult.

Amanda Layton.

Mm-hm.

Mr Malick.

How's the pain?

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Amanda, Amanda? Can you hear me? Amanda!

Start compressions.

Typical.

She's gone into VF.

She's determined to die on my watch.

-Stand clear.

-What are you doing?

No resus.

-But...

-We stand by the advance directive.

Are you sure?

Don't question me. Chantelle, you can go.

CONSTANT TONE

How goes the battle?

I'm getting there.

You doing anything later?

Home, pizza, bit of reading.

Sounds about as exciting as my night.

Well, that's the dead wives club for you.

Oliver, I think I owe you an apology.

What for?

My unhealthy interest in your counselling.

There's really no need.

No more requests for a daily update.

-I hadn't even noticed.

-Promise.

-Fine.

Though obviously, if you do need to talk anything through, I'm...

That's also fine.

-Have a good evening.

-You too.

Hello, Scoop.

Worked your magic again, eh, Doc?

That's the last op you'll survive, Bobby.

I know.

You need to make some changes.

Absolutely.

Mean it this time?

Scout's honour.

I really hope so.

Any news on public enemy number one?

I can't say.

That means there is.

-Does it?

-What's happened?

No comment.

-Somebody had a go at her?

-No.

Hasn't snuffed it, has she?

Stop it.

She has!

I didn't say that.

Have they made an announcement yet?

Pass us my phone.

No more fags?

No more fags.

I love you.

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Come in.

Hi.

Looking for me?

Yeah.

What's up?

Um...I wanted to see how the new lodgings were working out.

Eh?

Come on, Oliver.

How d'you find out?

That'd be telling.

Congratulations - you got me.

You don't think this is the kind of thing it might be worth mentioning in a session?

Not really, no.

Want to talk about it now?

No.

Well, maybe when we next meet, then.

Actually, let's just get this over with.

The second I walk into our home, I can hear her

calling from the kitchen as she cooks dinner.

I go to bed and I can smell her,

on the sheets...and pillows.

But the best is when I wake up...

..every day...

..and

she's not there any more.

How do you live with a ghost?

'Doors opening. Lift going down.'

Mr Hanssen, would you look at this, please?

My work here is done.

Nice meeting you.

That's my phone number.

Just in case you want to "meet" me again.

She said they took her home?

Yeah.

Our search teams went through every inch of that place.

-Maybe they need to look again.

-Tell me that wasn't Amanda Layton on that trolley.

Amanda Layton and more than a decade of police work.

-I leave you in charge for five minutes!

-There was nothing I could do.

-What happened?

Before we start an inquest I think we should focus on the fact that we are about to find ourselves

the centre of an unwelcome media frenzy.

Great. First my lawyer tells me to give up on my family and now this.

If you could run anything you want to say to the press by me first.

Yes, that's fine.

Mr Malick?

Susannah Harris, she's...

-Yes, I know. DCI Green explained.

-Right, anyone want to fill me in?

Susannah's daughter was one of Sandwell's victims.

I see. I am sorry.

This man is a hero.

Because of him, I can finally bring my little girl home.

Mrs Harris, DCI Green - would you walk with me?

I hope to hell everything went by the book today,

because the last thing we need is that psychopath causing chaos from beyond the grave.

What are you doing here?

Amanda Layton died.

Really.

My head is just...

You want to talk about it?

That'd be brilliant.

Like I wanted to talk to you earlier?

Please, don't.

-Don't what?

-I just need to...

I'm sorry, I can't. Promised my mum I'd go and see her.

What about later?

I said I'd stay over.

Fine.

Maybe tomorrow.

Whatever.

Good night, Antoine.

OK, Ric Griffin, snog, marry, kill.

Kill, definitely.

This is so hard.

I bet that's what he says to all the girls.

None, I can't decide.

Coward.

Don't even go there.

-Fair dos.

-Another round?

Yeah.

I think we're off.

'Fraid so.

-Where to?

-MC here promised to show me the sights.

Hammer time.

Ah, well - have a good night.

You too.

Bye, girls.

All right?

Tough day.

Yeah.

Thanks for sticking around.

No worries.

I know it got tense out there.

Comes with the territory.

Even so...

Yeah, look - if anyone was going to yell at me, I'm glad it was you.

There's going to be a lot of questions.

I'm sure we can cope.

I could do without...

It'll be fine.

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