Home Holby City

Hers was the only body they never found.

But I still know they killed her.

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

-Where is she?

We took her home.

-She's gone into VF.

-No resuss.

-But...

-We stand by the advance directive.

-I leave you in charge for five minutes!

-Nothing I could do.

We are about to find ourselves the centre of an unwelcome media frenzy.

-They've cancelled the search?

-That's what they're saying.

They can't have searched properly.

-He suspended me!

-Malick, calm down.

I won't lie for you.

Both you and I know what this is really about.

It'll be OK. Just tell the truth.

On the bright side,

if we can get through this, we can get through anything.

'Antoine Malick. He's the reason why I'm here today.

'I want justice, for me.'

For the first time in 12 years, this is not about Simone.

I'm not even here because that woman helped Thomas Sandwell

to bury my baby's body.

I'm here because I believe that Mr Malick stole from me

the last crumb of hope of ever finding my daughter's remains.

And I want the Coroner to recommend a criminal investigation into his actions.

If he helped Amanda Layton die unlawfully,

then he is guilty of manslaughter

Look, there's Malick!

-Mr Malick! Mr Malick!

-REPORTERS ALL SHOUT

Mr Malick, one more question please!

Do you have any idea how much extra trouble

I could be in for not noticing you bunk off for a sneaky ciggie?

You're taking advantage, Trevor. Just like everyone else in my life today.

Like I don't have enough grief already.

Got bosses breathing down my neck, giving me the third degree.

And there he is...

Lord Snooty.

Isn't he just doing all he can to try and mount

every last filly in the stable before Mummy rings the dinner gong?

D'you know what, Trev? All I want is a nice, simple, stress-free day.

-CHOKED:

-Help me!

Trevor!

Ow! Ow! Get...off me!

BUZZER

Dr Wilde?

Now, the Coroner has called each of us here today

to give evidence. Truth.

Facts. Professional opinion.

And I...

I expect absolute integrity from each of you, please.

Although this is not officially a trial,

make no mistake, Holby City Hospital is on trial today.

And the exact circumstances of Amanda Layton's death,

as determined by this inquest, could have serious implications for us all.

So you lost your patient while he was out "having a sneaky ciggie"?

I can't stop a patient from having a smoke.

No matter how bad it is.

Your tone. Your manner.

Your attitude, not what I expect from one of my doctors.

Maybe I got concussion.

-You think this is funny?

-No.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Look around you. There are sick and vulnerable people here.

-They need us to be medical professionals.

-I know.

You need to buck your ideas up.

There was no pact. There was no understanding.

-Only surgeon and patient.

-I know, but I need to...

What I need is for you to explain yourself

very simply and clearly, Mr Malick.

You requested a psych consultation

but when there was no psych available,

having spent some time with the patient,

you felt, even though you suspected that Amanda Layton

had attempted to take her own life at a previous juncture,

she was of sound mind.

I understand.

To resuscitate her against the wishes of the advanced directive

would be tantamount to assault. Those are the facts, aren't they?

'All rise.'

Oyez, oyez, oyez.

All manner of persons who have anything to do at this court

before the Queen's Coroner for this county

touching the death of Amanda Layton draw near and give your attendance.

And if anyone can give evidence before our sovereign lady the Queen,

as to how, when, and by what means she came to her death,

let them come forth and they will be heard.

Heart shot. Very neat.

Probably instant.

Cool.

Five pointer.

Means he's old.

This guy would have already been driven out by young bucks.

It's broken. Think he's been fighting?

Oh, yeah! Every day.

Silly question, but don't you have a school to go to?

My mum works here.

Oh, yeah? What's her name? Maybe I know her.

You good people of our county are summoned here this day

to inquire for our sovereign how and by what means

a subject came to their death.

Who, when, where, how.

Oh, just before we commence,

a short house-keeping announcement.

With age comes wisdom

and the need to make slightly more frequent visits to the ladies.

But I'm sure the many recesses will help focus our minds

and make our speeches short.

Mr Hanssen, would you care to take the witness box?

"I swear by almighty God

"that the evidence I give shall be the truth, the whole truth

"and nothing but the truth."

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Doctor!

Are you OK? Are you hurt?

I need some help here!

-She's got a gun.

-Stay back!

-No. No!

-You need to let me get...

-Let go!

-No!

See? Told you I knew your mum.

An advanced directive, which is also sometimes known as a living will,

is just as it sounds.

The specific wants of a patient regarding the extent

of the treatment they wish to receive, or not receive,

at a point where they may no longer be able to communicate with medical staff.

Is it customary to do this, Mr Hanssen?

Her mother died a prolonged and painful death from breast cancer.

Amanda Layton had hereditary similarities.

Her directive was intended to remove

the potential to die in the same way.

But Mr Malick was not treating her for breast cancer.

No. There is a clause, however... may I read?

Oh, please. Edify us, Mr Hanssen.

-Thank you.

-It says the AD shall cover

"Any other condition of comparable gravity."

And the stab injury was comparable?

The cardiac arrest and the hypovolemic shock

resulted in a medical state which was of comparable gravity.

And at this point, Mr Malick decided to withdraw treatment?

The AD stipulated no resuscitation.

So would the lack of resuscitation,

in your opinion, be a significant contributing factor to her death?

It would have been a factor, yes.

-A

-factor?

-Yes.

Are we to read anything into your translation of "significant" to "a"?

Only that the circumstances of her death,

of most hospital deaths, are complex.

I instructed Dr Wallbridge to conduct a post-mortem

and he gave the cause of death as multiple organ failure,

as a result of original major abdominal trauma.

Now, my question is, in your opinion,

did Mr Malick's decision,

based on the advance directive, contribute to her death?

I'm looking for a simple yes or no.

-Yes, possibly.

-Thank you.

I need you to stay in here. Please, do NOT move.

Go on.

Finn...

-Mum...!

-I love you. Go on.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

GENTLE SNORING

Gunshot wounds?

I was gored. By a buck.

-Deer antler wounds.

-Nice!

Ah, Dr Wilde...

Dr Wilde. Good of you to join us.

Yeah. It's a 308 bolt action with wooden stock and scope.

Torn edges of the tissue will need debriding. Scissor-cut around them.

Freshen them up and then we'll pull the sides together

-before we suture.

-Where's my phone?

-Just relax.

-I want my phone.

Your knee seems very swollen. Did you fall on it? Twist it?

Ammo is in her pocket in a clip. How many rounds?

-Nine.

-Nine. Yeah, she's fully conscious.

About to receive treatment and sutures.

OK. Pleasure talking to you. Oh, can I get your name?

Loretta? Lovely name. OK, pleasure talking to you.

-Bye for now, Loretta. Bye, bye, bye.

-My phone. I do need it.

-We'll find it in a minute.

-OK. As I thought, Emma's absolutely right.

Police advise her to keep the weapon until a firearms officer is available.

It's not likely to be soon, they're dealing with a major incident.

Don't suppose you have a gun licence, mate?

I'm just giving you a little local anaesthetic.

I don't want anaesthetic.

It's going to be excruciatingly painful,

-I strongly advise you to have it.

-I don't want it.

They advise her to keep the rifle in a slip

-while she's in a public place.

-A slip?

-Gun case.

-It's in the back of my Land Rover.

I couldn't manage it with this.

I'm going to need to insert my index finger as deep as I can

into the biggest wound to check there's no peripheral damage.

Fine. Look, I'll feel what I'm meant to feel.

All right. Well, say stop at any time and we'll give you some local.

Look, I just want my phone.

-Seriously, it's going to hurt.

-Well, then, get on with it!

Now, Mr Hanssen, tell us about the mental state one must be in

before one is considered fit to make an advance directive.

One would have to be deemed to be of sound mind.

And from the existing report, there seems to have been some doubt.

She may have been suicidal?

She was of sound mind when it was written, 18 months ago.

Were you there, Mr Hanssen?

I was not.

Normally, I give a witty speech about conjecture, vagueness

and supposition, but I think I'll just give the short version

and say, I will not stand for any of the above.

There are no guidelines for the use of a pre-existing AD

where suicidal tendencies may have been suspected.

It is a very grey area.

In my opinion no doctor should be punished for a failing of the law.

You said you could tell she was sane.

And the Coroner will say I'm a surgeon, not a shrink.

You withdrew the request because you were sure.

The fact I made the request at all...

Which they wouldn't even know about if Dominic hadn't said anything.

What is it with him?

Never seen anything like this before.

So a deer did this to you?

I made a schoolboy error.

I teach deer management. How many times have I said,

never approach a shot buck from the head end.

There's a high risk of infection. Have you had a tetanus jab

in the past six months?

This is my job. It's a health and safety requirement.

-You kill deer for a job?

-Deer management.

Like Bambi sort of deer?

Mostly roe and fallow.

A few sika in the autumn. But they pass through.

-Don't hang around.

-That's sick!

-Gemma...

-Why would you do that?

Have you have any idea what damage they do to that woodland?

-Damage? They're deer, not vandals.

-That's enough, Dr Wilde.

We just got a call from your son's school. I'm really sorry.

He's gone missing.

OK. That's it, stop what you're doing. Off you go, now.

Um... Yeah, actually...

..he's in the visitor's room. He bunked off.

-He came here, it's...

-Your son? How old is he?

School are about to call the police.

He's eight. He's going through a phase.

It's OK, Old Joe's in there, Mr Wilson. He's fine.

Your eight-year-old son is on my ward, unattended?

It's not a problem. As soon as we're done here I'll call his gran,

she'll come in and pick him up.

No, you'll call her now.

-Dr Tressler, I need you to take over.

-Of course.

-He has to understand what he's done.

-Susannah, don't...

You proud of yourself?

Don't engage with her, Mr Malick. She wants a scene.

-Don't get involved.

-Amanda Layton was the last living connection to Simone.

The only hope I had of finding her remains.

-I'm sorry...

-Mr Malick!

While she was alive, so was a part of Simone. And you...

you broke that connection. You've left me with nothing.

-You think I don't think about you every day?

-Do not do this!

-I play it over and over in my...

-You destroyed the only chance I had of bringing her home.

This is neither the time nor the place, thank you.

SHE SOBS

Mum, please.

Can't you cancel it?

No, cos if I send him back to school he's only going to end up back here!

OK, d'you know what, fine. I will find someone else to pick him up.

Mr Griffin, it's all sorted.

-He's off the premises?

-Mm-hmm.

Yep, my mum came straight away. She dotes on her grandson.

So, I am 100% yours.

Now. Today. All day.

Good.

Now, until a licensed firearms officer's found,

I want you to stay with Emma Claydon. Is that understood?

-OK.

-I'll be sending her down for an MRI.

I want you to go down with her and stay with her,

do not let that gun out of your sight.

When I get a window, I'll aspirate her hemarthrosis.

Oh, I would love to assist on...that...

I'm going on a break.

Want me to bring you a cappuccino to sip while you ride shotgun?

-I really need to ask you a favour.

-No way.

-Please?

-No!

-I wouldn't ask...

-And thrice no.

I will owe you. Massively.

There you go.

Been fighting?

No. Can I play with your phone?

No.

So, tell me about your dad.

You got Mission Assassin on that?

-What's your dad's story?

-He's an astronaut.

-Seriously.

-We don't talk about him.

-Boyfriends?

-Nan says mum always picks rotten eggs.

Mum liking her new job?

She says her boss is a...

..sanctimonious jerk.

-HE CHUCKLES

-You're funny.

Are you posh?

Mmm...depends what you mean by...

-Mum says she works with Lord Snooty. Is that you?

-No!

Can I play with your phone?

Knock yourself out.

Malick, I'm sorry.

When...when I told Hanssen about the psych call,

I didn't realise how much trouble it would cause.

I was hurt. You know?

It's confusing, me and you.

One minute you're ripping my jeans off

and the next you're cold... scary, boss man...

Malick, that night...

..was so hot, so...

You're sorry? And now you want to help me?!

I'll do anything. I'll lie for you.

-Tell me one thing. Was I wrong?

-What?!

Amanda Layton, was she being straight, or was she playing me?

-Playing you?

-To get me to agree to action her wishes.

-Did you believe her?

-Yes.

-Did you believe she was telling us the truth?

-Yes!

If you want me to go to the Coroner and say that I...

You...

You stay away from him.

No, no, no, no. Of course not.

Vanessa... Yeah, see, that's what I was saying.

Well, if you're at home anyway, then Finn can just...

Yeah.

Yeah. No, no. It's understood.

Yeah, no worries.

-Single mother?

-Yeah. Why?

-It must be hard.

-Well, I've never claimed benefits if that's what you're asking.

-I wasn't.

Sorry. I just get a bit defensive when it comes to my son.

-Don't we all?

-Single mums get a lot of stick.

Tell me about it.

So, these deer.

What do you do with them once you've killed them?

Sell them to butchers.

-What, you don't eat meat?

-No. Well, only chicken.

And a kebab sometimes, if I'm drunk.

-Well, what's chicken if it's not meat?

-I buy free range.

Well, a deer's free range. And organic. Fat free, no additives.

It's had a perfect, natural, full-term life. How is that bad?

Cos you killed a wild animal.

Shot through the heart. High velocity rifle.

You think your chicken died a quicker death?

Why did it stab you, then?

It was just an involuntary muscle spasm.

-I was standing in the wrong place.

-Yeah, or it was bad karma.

PHONE RINGS

Mikey. Hi, yeah. Did you get my message?

The reception in here is terrible.

You shouldn't be using your mobile on the ward.

Yes, that would be amazing.

OK.

GAME SOUND EFFECTS ON PHONE

PHONE RINGS

-Who's Germa?

-It's your mum.

-Germa?

-My little joke. Answer it.

-No!

-Answer it! It's your mum. It's you she wants to talk to.

-She's worried about you.

-No.

Hey!

You better be telling me

you're going to be here in less than one minute.

OK, he's got nine minutes 35 seconds to get here, and then I'm walking.

-Big news.

-Can I have the phone back? My game's on pause.

Aaron's dad Mikey is picking you up. Lucky man.

So you get to spend the day at Aaron's house till your mum gets off work.

I'm going to go and take a leak. Don't move.

She was hypotensive 90/60, raised pulse 85,

slightly raised temperature and tachycardic.

You had a very sick woman in your care, Mr Malick.

You've been very clear about that.

And at one point, which you identify as 23.09,

you made a decision not to resuscitate.

You were the last person to exchange words with Amanda Layton?

Yes.

When she told you she had taken Simone Harris's body home.

Indeed, you had many conversations with her that day.

You based your judgement of her state of mind on these conversations.

So why make a request for psychiatric referral and then cancel it?

-I changed my mind.

-About her state of mind?

Because of what she said, or how she said it?

I thought...

I felt she was...sane and genuine.

Genuine?

I trusted what she had to say.

He trusted her?!

-Mrs Harris, please...

-He gave her a mercy killing!

-I didn't. I...

-He let that monster die a painless death.

My Simone died in agony.

Sit down, Mrs Harris, or I will have you removed.

She buried my baby.

-I was trying to help you.

-How dare you?!

Mrs Harris! As a mother, I have huge sympathy for your situation.

But as a Coroner, I cannot and will not tolerate these outbursts.

Sit quietly or you will be removed permanently.

I'll be quiet.

Mr Malick. You trusted what she said.

You formed a bond with Amanda, you believed in her sanity.

And then she told you the whereabouts of Simone Harris's remains.

Yes.

I must advise you of Rule 22 of the Coroner's rules.

It's your right not to answer a question which might incriminate you.

However, I ask you to consider the next question very carefully.

In your exchange, your conversation, your bond...

..was there a quid pro quo? A pact?

Did you overlook your original request for a psych referral

and honour her living will,

because you could see how much this mother had already suffered?

And out of a sense of kindness,

you wanted to put her out of her misery

by helping her find her daughter's remains, at last?

I ask you to consider your answer very carefully, because if you did,

I will have no hesitation in referring your case to the CPS

and you could be facing criminal charges.

I decided that any potential concerns I had

regarding whether the patient had made an attempt to take her own life

were unfounded.

I believed her to be of sound mind,

therefore it was appropriate to honour the advance directive.

The information she gave me

regarding Simone Harris did not alter my medical opinion.

Excuse me,

have you seen the boy I was sitting with about five minutes ago?

About this high, eight or nine years old? Dark hair?

-No, I haven't seen him.

-Really?!

No!

Do you know what a Tesla magnetic field is?

I'm not letting it out of my sight!

Look, this is a massive magnet. MRI - magnetic resonance imaging.

Anything in there made of metal is going to fly across the room

and stick to the magnet.

Make the machine go wonky. Very dangerous.

So you really can't keep...

I'm not letting it out of my sight!

-The phone rings, I need to know immediately.

-Yeah, yeah...

Susannah doesn't understand I was trying to help her.

Susannah Harris is full of hate.

Hate that she felt for Amanda.

The more you try to defend the decision to let Amanda die,

the more you become a magnet for that hate.

Especially as it looks as if Amanda manipulated you.

Is that what you think?

No, that is what SHE thinks.

I'm trying to defend what I believe. She was telling me the truth.

I trusted her.

This is who you trusted.

Throwing your reputation away because of her.

And maybe our future too.

Nathan...

I bought a trampoline.

-Sorry, a...

-Trampoline. Bought one.

The day before I was assigned the Thomas Sandwell murders.

For the back garden. For my kids to bounce on.

Self-assembly. Complicated thing. I said I'd start it at the weekend.

-I'm sorry, I don't see how that...

-Still wasn't started six years later

when my wife sold our house in the divorce.

That's very, er...

Sandwell and Layton got under my skin.

-Like she got under yours.

-She didn't. I believed what...

I believed I could find Simone's body.

I believed I could get Sandwell and Layton to talk.

Cost me my marriage. My kids.

My reputation.

You searched her house, yeah?

Brick by brick. Board by board. Every inch of the garden.

She didn't take her home.

But she said...on her death-bed.

With her last breath!

Don't do it, son. Don't chuck your future away.

There's no signal down here.

Yeah, we're in a basement.

How long was there no signal?

What is it about this phone?

I get the gun, you need it. You lose your licence, no job.

-But the phone...

-It's my son.

-Thank God!

-What?

-Have you...

-Where's Finn?

-..seen Finn?

-Where is he?

-You haven't got him?

-He's with you.

-He was! He bolted.

-What?!

-Disappeared on me.

-When? How?!

Gone. Schoom. No sign.

You lost him?!

Wait a minute, he's got my phone.

-You are the most selfish streak...

-Ring it!

You are a child, do you know that?

Ohh! No signal!

Malick?

Amanda Layton - she got delivered a bunch of blue flowers, remember?

Forget-me-nots.

'We thought it was weird. Why would anyone send HER flowers?'

What happened to them?

They died, we threw them away.

Damn it.

I kept the card, though. With her effects.

-You kept it?

-In patients' lost-and-found. I thought the prison might want it, but no-one's...

Channers, I need the name on the card.

Now, Mr Malick, please.

Text me.

OK.

MOBILE RINGS

It keeps going to voicemail!

He knows it's you. Caller ID?

-So?

-Well, he wasn't exactly keen to speak to you earlier.

He keeps doing this to me. He knows it scares me.

I just don't understand why he won't talk to me.

I looked around Reception, Relatives' Room, the Pulses...

Toilets?

Yeah. Look, he's just vanished.

Let's go together, grab Security, do a proper search.

Mr Griffin said I can't leave Emma until the gun's gone.

God, tell him the truth! Tell him you've lost your little boy!

I already told him he'd been collected by my mum.

Well, then you are well and truly...

Well, I'll come.

-What?

-With you.

Take me with you to search. I don't mind. I'd like to.

Mr Griffin wants you back on the ward.

I'm fine. Tell him there's a queue at the scanner.

Good idea - buys us some time.

Why? Why would you want to help me?

Oh, for God's sake, take the big fat chip off your shoulder, for five minutes.

Because I'm a mum. And, if it were my son...

OK.

Thank you.

I want my phone back.

I assisted Mr Malick all through that day...

as I had many times before.

We often worked very closely together.

And you were witness to all her treatment?

All of it.

I was pretty much by his side 24/7.

You made the call to the psychiatric consultant at Mr Malick's request.

I made that call, yes.

But on HIS request?

I wanted to let the Psychiatric Team know that they might be needed.

I'm asking specifically -

did Mr Malick feel the psychiatric assessment was needed,

and therefore did he specifically request YOU make the call?

I'm waiting for your answer, Dr Copeland.

Yes.

Yes, he did.

He asked for the psych referral

because he was worried about her state of mind.

Check the on-call room.

Finn! The locker room.

Finn! Finn!

LOCKER DOORS BANG

-Can I check your dressing?

-No, really, I'm fine, honestly.

-You still looking for your wee boy?

-Yes!

-About yea high, brown hair?

-He's outside.

-Oh!

-Yeah, he's in an ambulance.

-What?!

Oh, no, no. I didn't mean, er...

-POLICEMAN:

-I don't know what to do. He's locked himself in.

He's playing his game on his phone, he won't open the door...

Finn.

Finn.

Will you open this?

No. The keys are in there.

-Well, you have a spare?

-No.

Finn.

Finn! Open this door!

Finn.

Josephine Cross is no-one.

She was a foster-sister to Amanda when she was 14 years old,

way before she met Sandwell, before the murders.

Why would she send flowers now?

I interviewed her during the investigation - she knew nothing.

Had a very defensive mother.

-I want to talk to her.

-Don't get sucked in.

Silence in court.

Reviewing the medical notes,

I think we've heard sufficient from you, Dr Copeland.

Thank you. You may step down.

Unless there's anything else you think we should hear?

There is.

There's something I want to say.

I wasn't with Mr Malick all the time.

-But you said...

-I'd stepped out.

He sent me on an errand.

I didn't go, at first...

I was watching outside... through the window.

Amanda Layton was prescribed listronate.

It's fed into the patient's bloodstream through a calibrated drip.

Listronate, page 74. But this has been covered.

He altered the flow of her drip.

I'm sorry?

He didn't know I was watching.

I was worried about him.

He seemed...caught up.

-He wasn't himself...

-Dr Copeland, I have to make this clear for myself and the jury.

-Are you suggesting...?

-Mr Malick gave her too much.

And...

a few minutes later...

..her breathing changed.

It became very shallow.

She went into respiratory depression...

..and crashed.

Finn!

Nice to see a lad brought up to respect his parent(!)

-Yeah, you're a great help(!)

-He did a runner. Like his father?

-Anyway, it's not my fault you've got a snot-nosed disobedient, phone-jacking...

-Oh, God!

Mr Griffin?

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse...

Yes, er, we have been stuck in the MRI suite.

Yes, unforeseeable hold-up.

Er, yeah, technical issue.

Mm-hm.

Er, yeah, looks like, well, we should be good to go in about five, ten minutes max.

Yeah, of course, course.

I will bring her back up for the aspiration ASAP.

Finn! You open this door right now

or I will donate every single piece of War Hammer you have ever owned to the Children's Ward!

Nice parenting(!) The threat technique, really nurturing(!)

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

THIS is your fault! He was in your custody for what, not even ten minutes, and you lost him,

-and you're telling me I'm a bad mother.

-And you're disagreeing.

Argh! Just go away if you're not going to help!

I sincerely hope that there is never any child unlucky enough to end up with YOU as a parent.

You know what? Who plays tennis?

-What?

-Around the hospital? Have you seen anyone with a tennis racket?

I don't know... Spence, I think.

This is far from satisfactory.

Dr Copeland's convinced there were some irregularities.

-He's wrong.

-Nonetheless, this has the potential to do you and Holby a great deal of harm.

All the toxicology evidence and the listronate profile.

Just give me a minute, OK?

Why would Josephine Cross send Amanda flowers?

There isn't another single living soul who'd do that.

-You really don't want to do this now...

-Come on.

You know her address. She might know something, anything, shed some light.

There's a junior doctor up there about to drive a wrecking-ball through your life,

and you want to chase shadows?!

-She might know something.

-They were school girls together.

Don't you see? There's no-one else left to ask.

Clutching at straws.

It's all I've got. Otherwise, what?

I just roll over and accept that a grieving mother whose

teenage daughter was murdered will forever believe

-I'm

-the reason she'll never lay her baby to rest?

I'd rather have my life wrecked than have to live with that.

-(Wait!)

-It's number 21.

(Keep KV.)

What?

-A look-out.

-Right.

There you go.

Scalpel...

Dr Copeland said that he saw Amanda Layton go into respiratory depression...

..after Mr Malick altered the flow of listronate?

Yes, where is Malick?

I think he's still talking to the detective.

Well, the adjournment ends in 40 minutes. We need him here now.

CAR DOORS LOCKING

Harry!

Believe it or not, your mum's actually pretty worried about you.

-OK, little guy. You want to tell me what's really going on here?

-Oi!

11 years ago, she and her mum lived in a little cottage

down a winding lane. Looked like something off a chocolate box.

Her mother fostered Amanda. It went really well.

When she heard about the murders, she was devastated. Couldn't cope.

She even blamed herself. Could she have done something different?

LOUD MUSIC BLARES

AMBULANCE SIREN BLARES

Mr Griffin has had to take Mr Wilson down to MRI for a scan.

-There's no Emma stuck in MRI!

-No backed-up queue of patients waiting.

-Where is he now?

-Looking for you and Emma.

-Oh, no. No! He's on his way here?

Look, Finn. Please, Finn.

Finn, darling, listen to me, please!

Look, Mummy won't be cross, OK? Finn, please!

It's just like Mission Assassin!

She was just excised from my life.

Mummy cut her out of our family history, burned any photos.

Forbade us to even mention her name.

-Was it hard?

-It was horrible.

For me. But I did it.

Because Mummy was so...

traumatised by the murders.

-And you?

-Of course!

But it doesn't change the fact that for 18 months we were best friends.

Sisters, really.

We shared a room.

Sat together at school.

-A room in here?

-Plum Stone Cottage. Was an amazing place to grow up.

I was so lucky.

We both were.

Why did you write to her?

I always wanted to.

But while Mummy was still alive...

We had this fabulous Wendy House.

I suppose it was really just an old shed, really.

We were allowed to decorate it, make it our own.

In the summer we slept in it and pretend it was our...

Did...did she reveal anything?

Our letters weren't about any part of our lives except those 18 months.

-The safe time.

-MOBILE RINGS

Our shed.

-Our den.

-Did she write anything about...?

Nothing except those days. When we both had dreams of our future.

Look...

..there is one girl... Simone.

-Her body was never recovered. And her mother...

-I think...

I think I would like you to leave now.

-Please, can I just...?

-No.

Cheers, Mikey. Nice to meet you, mate. Bye, Finn.

Mr Griffin.

MOBILE BLEEPS

I really thought she might...

..give us something.

-Maybe she has.

-What?

You'd better get back. Leave this to me.

County Court, please.

'I was asked by Mr Malick to, um...'

collect the listronate from the Pharmacy.

It was a new drug to me, so I did what I always do when I'm presented with something new in work.

I completely immersed myself in ALL the research pertaining to...

Dr Digby, I have, for my sins, just spent 60 long minutes

reading an exhausting in-depth toxicology report.

Nothing in it alleviates my concerns about Mr Malick.

Um... W-Well, if...

You've been asked to give evidence about Amanda Layton's death,

not your knowledge of pharmacology.

Yes, sorry, erm...

Only, what Dr Copeland said, erm...

It couldn't happen.

Dr Copeland said that she went into respiratory depression.

He did.

Well, it wasn't the listronate.

Or he was mistaken.

The side-effects of an overdose of listronate - cardiac arrhythmia.

Chest pain, palpitations

or Adult Respiratory Distress Syndrome.

Tachypnoea - rapid breathing, er...

tachycardia - increased heart rate.

It's just polar opposites to respiratory depression symptom-wise.

Right...

Next thing, Mr Griffin is going to be coming round to aspirate your knee.

Look, I know I shouldn't have asked this but I really appreciate it...

-My lips are sealed.

-Yeah?

-You found Finn. That's all that matters.

-Thank you.

-Anyway, I enjoyed it.

-Ha!

-Took my mind off my own.

-Well, my little monkey. Are you OK?

-Mm-hm.

-He is a massive nightmare at the best of times.

-Boys, eh?

-Quite a handful.

-Oh, yeah!

But still, I would not want it any other way.

D'you know, I was never really a doll's house and Barbie kind of girl.

I much prefer playing football or Mission Assassin. Everything OK?

EMMA BREATHS QUICKLY

I'm so sorry.

Emma?

Emma! Can you hear me?

-What's going on?

-Look.

Oh, no, she must've been bleeding for ages.

She never said a word!

-Packs!

-OK. Packs! Stuff it, yeah?

-Yup, stem the flow.

Something must have nicked the vessel.

-Well, why didn't she say anything?

-This happened a while ago.

-Yeah, but she hid it. Why would she do that?

-Well, so you could find your little boy.

-I'm going to have to get Griffin, aren't I?

-No, there's no time. She's bleeding out.

Look, something's opened the vessel. Go on, you can do it.

Yeah, there's something in there.

Well, why couldn't I feel it before? Get me the forceps.

Yeah, there is definitely something in there.

I can't get it...

-What is it?

-It's a chunk of antler.

It's the bit that was broken off the roe buck in the back of the Land Rover.

-Deer horn. That's not going to show up on an MRI.

-No.

2/0 prolene.

-I'll clamp, you stitch.

-Thanks.

COCKEREL CROWS

COCKEREL CROWS

Dr Digby and Mr Hanssen's testimony seems to contradict the symptoms

you say YOU witnessed in the deceased's final moments.

So your previous testimony seems spurious, to say the least.

This is a very serious matter.

You are a trusted professional

and yet you appear to have wilfully misled my jury.

I have little alternative but to report you to the General Medical Council.

-Can I say something?

-No, Mr Malick, you may not.

Though I'm satisfied that the Advance Directive was appropriately used,

you have shown scant regard for this court.

-I think it's my fault.

-Well, your time-keeping is certainly your fault.

His testimony...

The lies...

It's my fault.

SOUND OF GIRLS GIGGLING AND CHATTERING

< Come in, girls!

Dominic Copeland is a good doctor.

He's very bright...

..very quick to learn, and, more importantly, he cares.

Deeply.

I know this because I'm his professional instructor and mentor.

-A mentor is an important role...

-Mr Malick, I'm not sure...

I made a mistake.

I...

I haven't performed that role as well as I should.

I allowed myself to...get involved.

To initiate a physical relationship with Dominic Copeland

while he was under my tutelage.

Mr Malick, may I remind you this is an inquest, not a public laundry.

-Your private life...

-Spilled over into my professional one.

I didn't behave well.

I think Dominic lied to get back at me.

Um...

If...I hadn't abused my position of trust...

Look, it's not right to end his career because of my mistake.

It's OK.

How long have I been asleep?

Not long.

Where's my phone?

Is that your son?

Frightens the life out of me.

I've been waiting for a text...

..to tell me he's safe.

Supposed to be flying out, coming home.

I'm sure it'll be OK.

His fifth tour. Every time I think I'm going to go insane.

That's why I messed up with the roe buck.

Stupid schoolboy error.

Got my head on back-to-front.

-Is that an SA80?

-A2.

Grow up with a mum who loves guns...

-That's what happens.

-It's cool.

-Not for me.

PAGER BLEEPS

Excuse me.

So is that why you didn't want the anaesthetic?

Need to stay alert...

in case he calls.

-Look, I'm really sorry...

-I can't help it.

I'm just...

..being a mum.

Yeah, I know.

So...

are you going to tell me how you know how to pick a lock and break into an ambulance?

Public schools. They're not all just pillow fights and fagging.

What on earth were you doing locking you and Finn inside?

-I was actually trying to help.

-Yeah...right(!)

-Well, at least I'm not bonking his best friend's dad.

-What?!

Aaron's dad, Mikey.

You think it's fun everyone knowing your mum's getting a portion from...

Mikey's gay!

-Oh...

-Mikey has a partner, Chris.

Ah... I see.

Well, Aaron's busy telling everyone at school,

that his dad fancies Finn's mum.

Oh, and so that's why Finn's...?

Sounds to me like Aaron's got a few issues around his dad's sexuality.

That's it?

So he's...he's not being bullied and...he's not missing his dad?

Nope. Just doesn't want to move in with Aaron and Mikey.

Other than that, he's a pretty cool little dude.

I can't believe that that's it.

What a relief.

That's brilliant.

You're brilliant.

Thank you.

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