Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

GIBSON: I have been brought in
from the Metropolitan Police

to lead a review into
the investigation of

the m*rder of Alice Monroe.

He had things
entirely under his control,

which leads me to think that
this was not his first m*rder.

Go back to your review. I don't
want the two murders linked.

GIBSON: This is the third m*rder
in three months.

If we don't stop him,
he will k*ll again.

There's someone to see you,
ma'am.

Rose Stagg, a friend of
Professor Reid Smith.

I spent years interviewing
the victims of r*pe.

I don't think anyone
ever felt worse

after talking to me
about their experiences.

We have an E-FIT from
Rose Stagg.

McCURDY:
Could he really look like that?

In his own mind,
he believes he has the right

to decide
who lives and who dies.

Peter? (Gasps) No! No!

LARKIN: They've lifted a partial
print from the scissors.

We've run it through the system,
found a match: Paul Spector.

Paul Spector?

Detective Sergeant Anderson.
I'm arresting you for

the unlawful imprisonment
of Rose Stagg.

Sally Ann Spector,
I'm arresting you on

suspicion of perverting
the course of justice.

- (Banging)
HAGSTROM: Open the door!

- Katie!
- Get off!

Calm down. You are under arrest.

- I need your car. You heard me.
- What?

ANDERSON: You know
Spector can go to prison

- for the things you're saying?
- We love each other.

- You love each other?
- Completely.

EASTWOOD: You asked if
your husband was arrested

for having sex with a minor.
He was not.

He was arrested initially for

the abduction and false
imprisonment of Rose Stagg.

He was further arrested for
a serious sexual as*ault...

... and the m*rder of
Joseph Brawley.

I'm bleeding.

EASTWOOD: What?

SPECTOR: I'll talk to Stella,
no-one else.

When was your first attack?

Are there other victims,
that we don't know about?

Victims before Fiona Gallagher?

No. Fiona Gallagher
was the first.

- (Over phone) It's Eastwood.
GIBSON: Go ahead.

EASTWOOD: Spector has
come up with an offer.

When are you coming home?

Not for a while.
I've got work to do here.

- Do you work for her?
- Sort of.

GIBSON: There's nothing here.

There's no sign of Rose.

- (Helicopter whirring)
SPECTOR: Go deeper, Stella.

There's clearly something
going on between you.

Let me give you some advice.

If you haven't done it yet,
don't.

I've tasted both
the fantasy and the deed.

The fantasy is way more piquant.

GIBSON: Rose's car is here.
I repeat, Rose's car is here.

Jesus Christ, she's alive!

OILOT: There's an individual
on the edge of the woods.

Er, someone
we can't account for.

Shit.

- OK, don't move.
- Can that thing land?

We've got three men down here.
We need urgent medical backup.

OILOT: I can't land.
The trees are too dense.

- Repeat, I can't land.
- Jesus Christ.

- The trees are too dense.
- We're losing him!

(Helicopter whirring)

(Blues music)

? Mama

? Bring me my walking cane

? I said, "Mama,
bring me my walking cane!"

? I'm leaving

? On that midnight train

(Tyres screech)

(Approaching siren)

PARAMEDIC: 32-year-old male.
g*nsh*t wounds to abdomen.

Breathing 35.
Pulse thready and one-40.

BP unrecordable.

GCS nine, eyes two,
speech one, motor six.

Central and peripheral veins
are collapsed.

Can't get venous cannulation.
We're trying intraosseous.

We're in.

(Bleep)

(Indistinct ambulance radio)

IO successful.

Nought point five litres saline
being squeezed in.

You should know the patient
is in police custody.

(Siren wails)

(Siren wails)

PARAMEDIC:
He's fitting. How long?

DRIVER: Two minutes.

(Grunting)

What is it?

MALE DOCTOR:
Man versus b*ll*ts, LUQ.

Doesn't sound too good.
BP unrecordable.

Palpable pulse.
GCS nine and falling.

We've cleared a space
in Resus One for him.

Draw up 100mg of Ketamine
and 100mg of Sux, please.

We'll need phenylephrine,
ephedrine, atropine handy

and ten micrograms
per millilitre of epi

- drawn up as rescue dr*gs.
- OK, sure.

Right, what's going on here?

She's hypothermic,
core temp 28.2.

Paramedics got a line in and
I got bloods from one I put in.

The junior doc did a gas.
PH is...

Seven point one.

PaCO2 nine point zero PA,
Base XS minus eight.

Lungs are good, though.

- What's her name?
- Rose Stagg.

DC McNally. She's the woman
we've been searching for.

Where was she found?

In a forest,
in the boot of a car.

We think she was there
for at least four days.

That's why her CO2's up,

breathing her own recycled air.

Rose.
It's time to wake up, Rose.

(She murmurs)

I can smell pear drops.

- What are her ketones?
- Two point three.

We can't move her
until an ICU bed is ready

and her temp's going in
the right direction.

- Do you want the Bair Hugger?
- Aye. Set it to 38.

The FMO will need to see her
to process for r*pe evidence.

Not yet and not in here.
We need to stabilise her first.

- Can I stay with her?
- Things are about to get messy.

The g*nsh*t wound
that's coming in,

we think
he's responsible for this.

She shouldn't
catch sight of him.

Plus we need to avoid
cross-contamination of evidence.

Fine. Just keep out of the way.

OK, everybody listen to me.
I'm the Tsar.

All questions to me, all angst
to me, all misery to me.

Fran is on airway, Nurse Bronagh
is anaesthetic buddy.

Daryl you're on "C",
Nurse Ursula is runner,

just because she is.
Andrew, you're scribe.

Everyone happy?

- Good.
- (Approaching siren)

Right. Come on, let's go.

OK, guys, our patient's here.

This is Paul.
He's 32 years old.

He was in police custody
when he was shot.

Let's get him across.

OK, on my count.

Nice and easy. One, two, three.

Let's break the scoop, please.

Hit by a 0.9mm police handgun
from close range.

Two wounds to abdomen,
left upper quadrant.

Lateral wound.
I can feel the b*llet.

The other is hosing and deep.

Can we get the Gendarmes
out of here, please?

We're gonna need those clothes.

It was approximately 20 minutes
before we got to him,

by which time he was
unresponsive, GCS nine,

and had lost
a significant amount of blood.

Breath sounds bilaterally, heart
sounds one and two, bit muffled.

He has an IO in the right tibia.

We've given him a litre of
warm saline in two boluses.

BP 70, systolic,
pulse one-three-six.

We couldn't get his sats -
he's too shut down.

Have you given him anything
else? Morphine? Tranexamic?

Just the saline
and a gram of Tranexamic.

MALE DOCTOR:
Excellent work, thank you.

- (Ripping)
- OK, we're good.

OK, let's roll him
in case there's a b*llet

- they haven't told us about.
- OK, on my count.

One, two, three. Roll.

- No exit wound. Nothing here.
- MALE DOCTOR: Roll him back.

Grab his clothes.

OK. One, two, three, roll.

(Beeping)

FEMALE DOCTOR: BP 60, systolic,

pulse one-two-eight palp,
no radial.

MALE DOCTOR: OK, use the Ambu
bag. Help him with his breaths.

And ultrasound him please.
Gently, Fran.

(Indistinct PA announcement)

(Low chatter)

No pneumothorax.

Daryl, any luck with the bloods
and line?

Here's blood.

Ursula, two units of house red
to start.

Cross-match me six units
in the lab, please.

Good man, Daryl.
Chop-chop now.

(Mobile rings)

Hello.

BURNS: How's he doing?

I don't know.

GIBSON: He's lost so much blood.

It looks like he's dying.

Tyler died at the scene.

I know.

I had Ged Green secure the scene
as per your instructions.

The Ombudsman's SIO
is on her way.

Thank you.

They will want to conduct
a full investigation

of the circumstances
surrounding the sh**ting.

Why Spector was there,
why Tyler was shot...

Well, Ferrington had no choice.

Tyler emerged
from the woods firing.

I think the one round missed
and went into the police car,

and then the next three rounds
hit Anderson and Spector.

I'm not sure of the precise
order of sh*ts, but I am certain

that Ferrington
only returned fire.

The sh**ting was
fully justified.

How is Anderson?

I don't know. We had to
leave him at the scene.

A second rapid response
vehicle was on its way.

Have Spector's family
been informed?

I'm not sure.

Well, make sure that they are.
What about Tom Stagg?

I think the, er, officers are
on their way to see him now.

And Rose?

Alive.

- (Aircraft flies overhead)
- Are you in the car?

I'm on my way to HQ.

The chief wants to see me.

Keep in touch.

(Phone beeps)

MALE DOCTOR: Andrew,
get onto the blood bank.

Order four FFP, please. Ursula,
I need a gram of Tranexamic.

We need anaesthesia!

And fast-bleep
the surgeons again!

None of their
"We need a CT" shite.

He needs to go
straight to theatre.

- Have you got the O-neg, Daryl?
- Yeah.

He's vomiting. Suction.

(Whirring and air sucking)

On my count,
one, two, three. Roll.

And back, one, two, three.

MALE DOCTOR:
He needs tubed. Let's go.

Bronagh, size 8.5 tube.
MAC four blade.

- You ready, Bronagh?
- One minute.

- Am I doing it?
- Unless you don't want to.

- He's hypotensive and puking.
- Them's the breaks.

I'll bail you out
if it goes to shite.

Get a pillow for his head before
Fran knocks his teeth out.

- Will I do cricoid?
MALE DOCTOR: Sure.

Get that other blood up, Daryl.

Sophie,
you got squeezer dr*gs ready?

I've got ten mics per millilitre
of epinephrine,

100 mics per mill of
phenylephrine,

ephedrine and glycopyrrolate.

The emergency box is ready.
Ketamine and Sux here.

- Good. Is that blood up?
- Got a green in his left foot.

- I'll stick the other here.
- You happy, Daryl?

- Flushing well.
- OK, let's have quiet.

- You ready, Fran?
- Ready.

He's been pre-oxygenated.
End tidal CO2 ready.

Suction ready and under pillow.
Cuff checked, tube lubed.

Boogie handy. Ready.
BP 70, pulse one-20.

- Sats now reading 93%.
- 50 milligrams Ketamine in.

100 of Sux.

FRAN: He's fasciculating.

- Just wait. It should pass.
- (Monitor beeps)

Go now.

(Whirring)

(Liquid through suction hose)

Give him 100 micrograms
of phenylephrine, Daryl.

- Can you see the cords?
- I think I can.

- Is that a yes or a no?
- It's a yes. Tube, please.

FRAN: Feels good. Cuff up.

You've got end tidal. Sats 90%.
Check BP there.

Sophie, squeeze that blood in.

Daryl, listen to the lungs
and stop looking pretty.

Air entry in both axilla.

FRAN: Cricoid off, please.

Bronagh, can you hold this?

It's 22 centimetres at lips.

Ursula, bag,
while I tie this in.

MALE DOCTOR: BP 50 systolic.

Give him 50 micrograms of epi,
please, Daryl.

Right,
let's get him on the vent.

Andrew, log the time.

Where's that bloody surgeon?

Ah, Alex, good.

Right.

This one is superficial.

- Yeah, I can feel the b*llet.
ALEX: Right.

- That one's gone deep.
- OK.

Right.

They're taking her up
to the ICU, ma'am.

Rose.

Rose, you're safe now.
Everything's going to be OK.

Everything's going to be OK.

You go with her.
No media, no photographs.

Yes, ma'am.

Gail, could you go
to my hotel room?

- Pick me up some clean clothes.
- No worries.

I need something comfortable,

- to talk to the press in.
- Yes, ma'am.

I think I left some papers out
this morning in the rush.

- If you'd put them away...
- Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

OK, let's move him. Let's go!

MALE DOCTOR:
Is your boss on his way?

He's been fast-bleeped
by theatre.

Squeeze that blood in. It's hard
to look at a systolic of 60.

- Thanks, Joe.
- All right.

- How is he?
- Dr O'Donnell,

we have another g*nsh*t wound
here for you.

What is this? The '70s?
Who are you exactly?

Detective Superintendent Gibson.

Er, massive internal bleeding.

He's lost half
his blood volume at least.

Given where he was shot,
I'm guessing

he needs his spleen in a bucket.

- Will he live?
- Maybe.

So he's the Belfast Strangler?

Wow.

We need to keep him under guard
at all times.

Well, he's been given
muscle relaxants

and he's on a ventilator.
He's going nowhere.

It's not the risk of escape,
it's for his own protection.

There are people that would
harm him if they could.

My aim is to get him to court
in one piece.

Well, right now, the aim is
to get him to survive theatre.

Right.

Your other g*nsh*t wound,
I think, is a colleague.

- Look after him, please.
- Right.

And you're backing Gibson
to stay in charge?

On balance? Yes, sir.

No-one knows the case like her.

She's got her man.
Rose is alive.

There's going to be
a media feeding frenzy.

Get an MLO on board
as soon as you can.

Keep Gibson away
from the cameras.

I don't want her making
any direct statements,

conducting any interviews
while inquiries into

her handling of the case
are on-going.

Understood.

Spector's first appearance
was moved to tomorrow.

I'll contact the courts and let
them know he won't be appearing.

Keep the PPS up to speed too.

Yes, sir.

I can manage her, sir.

I promise that.

Detective Sergeant Anderson
has a g*nsh*t wound

to the lateral aspect of
the distal end of his humerus.

With what looks like
an exit wound just distal to

the antecubital fossa on
the ulnar flexor aspect

of his forearm.

He has some minor ooze
around the entry and exit site

when taking the dressing down.

A lot of swelling around
the entrance wound,

probably a large haematoma.

- Do you have his X-rays?
- Yes.

No. No bony injury. No retained
metal, by the looks of it.

- He can get an MRI.
- The earliest is tomorrow

and that's with me
pleading for it.

So far so good, Mr Anderson.

The X-ray reveals no fractures
and your pulses are intact.

Now let's see you bend
this wrist back.

There, but not great.
Make a fist.

And open up your hand,
spreading your fingers.

Good. Can you feel me
touch you there?

It feels odd.

Your function in your hand
is good.

However, I am a little worried
about the radial nerve.

Where the b*llet entered is not
where the radial nerve lies,

but swelling can compress it

and clearly there is a lot of
swelling above the elbow.

Reassuringly, with encouragement
you can extend the wrist,

which is what
the radial nerve should do,

but the altered sensation
is a cause of concern.

So the plan is we'll clean the
wound out and scan it tomorrow.

How long will I be
out of action for?

I really don't know.

We'll be in a better position
to judge tomorrow, post-MRI.

Well, weeks? Months? Forever?
What?

I'm sorry, I really don't know.

(Door locks)

(Clucking)

HAGSTROM: All I can tell you is
he was shot in police custody.

There's severe abdominal trauma.

He's in a critical condition and
undergoing emergency surgery.

There is a possibility that
he won't survive that surgery.

Shot by a police officer?

No, not a police officer.

I'm sorry.
I can't say any more than that.

DOCTOR: Is that blood here yet?

Two units, O-negative,

just ready through
the rapid transfuser.

- We're waiting on MTP.
- Christ!

60 systolic before we start?

Drapes.

Give me a minute, before you
open. His BP is in the toilet.

- More like 30 seconds, please.
- Make a syringe of adrenaline.

His pressure will bottom
when they decompress him.

Sister, ring the blood bank
and remind them that

Massive Transfusion Protocol
means now.

Call Mr King and tell him
I'd appreciate his help.

- What's his pressure now?
- 80 systolic.

Only going to get worse.
Yes, you can start.

Scalpel and two swabs.

Suction, please.

Protractor.

It's a real, real mess here.

He's slowing. Systolic dropping.
Where's that adrenaline?

He's cold.
Let's push the fluids.

DOCTOR:
Turn up the heat in theatre.

There's another unit
ready for transfusion.

The six FFP are here.

Give him the unit and horse in
the FFP through that peripheral.

- Sister, squeeze that in.
- Packs.

We're losing.
BP and pulse are the same - 40.

Where are we at, Miss Morton?
We need to get control.

I can't see shit.

Pulse rate is dropping.
We're really struggling here.

Stop, stop. There's no pulse.
Adrenaline, please.

(Monitor beeping)

(Rapid beeping)

Start CPR.

(Panting)

WOMAN: Peter.

Mother?

CHILD: Daddy, look what I found!

WOMAN: Peter.

Peter, come to me!

(Panting)

CHILDREN: ? I'll tell me ma
when I get home

? The boys won't leave
the girls alone

WOMAN: Peter!

? They pulled my hair
and stole my comb

? But that's all right
till I get home

(Beeping)

DOCTOR:
Adrenaline's hitting.

- So, he's back?
- He's back.

Carry on, Dr Morton.

His spleen is shattered.

I'm going to need
a second pair of hands here.

- Any sign of Mr King?
- He's scrubbing.

BP now 60 and pulse 56. Time
to act. We've got a window here.

KING: Spleen?
- Yeah, I think so.

Let's get it out
and see what else is going on.

Mobilise the spleen, please.

Scissors.

ALEX: That's just coming now.
- Good.

Clamp.

KING:
Watch the tail of the pancreas.

ALEX: Got it.
- Good.

Scissors.

DOCTOR: Pressure rising 80,
systolic, pulse rising up at 72.

ALEX: Tie.

(Air sucking)

Scissors.

Diathermy.

How are we getting on there,
Adrian?

Systolic stable at 90,
pulse stable at 102.

He's on a trickle of
norepinephrine.

He's still behind, but pH 7.2.

Lactate 4.5,
though that's improved.

He's still quite labile.

Temp is 34.8 degrees Celsius,
but he's making urine.

40 mills in the last 15 minutes.

He's very oozy. I think it's
best to pack him, warm him up.

We need to fix that acidosis
and get his co-ag sorted out.

I suggest putting him
in ICU overnight

and having a re-look
laparotomy tomorrow.

Agreed.

The hole's superficial.

I can actually feel the b*llet.

KING: Another trophy for
the forensic lab. Packs, please.

DOCTOR: There's an ICU bed ready
whenever you're ready.

KING: Medium soft. Do not
unfold them. Do not unfold them.

Big soft in my hand, please.
Big soft. Thank you.

Take the bad look off him
up in recovery, yeah?

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

SALLY ANN:
Daddy's been in an accident.

What kind of accident?

A car accident.

- What car?
- I don't know. I think, erm...

I don't know what car.

Where is he?

He's in hospital.

Can we go and see him?

The doctors are looking after
him now and he needs his sleep.

Maybe tomorrow,
if he's feeling better.

Where is he hurt?

I don't know.
I think it's his tummy.

- I really want to see him.
- Well, you can't. Not tonight.

Olivia. Olivia...

(Sighs)

(Indistinct chatter)

- Hey.
- Hey.

What have the doctors said
about your arm?

There could be
some nerve damage.

May be the end of my career.

Really?

I'm sure it's not.

Why did you... run to him?

What?

Cos the both of us were shot,
but you ran to him, not me.

All your concern was for him.
(Sniffs)

I could see that
his injuries were worse.

And?

You were crying out,
"We're losing him!"

You sounded... anguished.

I didn't want it to end there.

Not like that.

No court case, no sentence,
no punishment.

No closure for the families.

I want him to live so that
he can be tried and sentenced

and spend
the rest of his life in prison.

If I sounded anguished...

...that's why.

- I have your things, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Er, if you need somewhere
to park yourself,

I have a room for you.

Thanks.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- You?
- Not brilliant.

ADRIAN: He's had his spleen out
and his abdomen packed.

Didn't look as if
anything else was perf'ed,

but the surgeons want him on
Co-amoxiclav and Flagyl.

He's had a shed-load of
blood and products.

Four units of O-neg'
and ten units cross-match.

That's including
the two units hanging there.

He's had eight FFP
and a bag of platelets.

So, only twice
his blood volume, then?

No expense spared.

Hey.

How's The Strangler doing?

I'm going up to see him
in a minute.

I've been aware of
what's going on,

but I haven't really
been following it closely.

Some of my friends have been
really caught up in it all,

having alarms fitted and asking
random boyfriends to move in.

Well, luckily you're a doctor
and, therefore, never at home.

(Chuckles) True.

I hadn't thought of myself
as being at risk in that way.

Then you look at
the photographs and you think

they're just young women living
their lives, like I live mine.

That could have been me.

One of my best buddies is
a doctor in the military.

Did several tours in
Afghanistan.

In the field hospitals,
casualties are treated

solely on the basis of
their clinical need.

Badly-injured Taliban treated
ahead of British casualties

if their condition was
more urgent.

Same here in the old days.

That didn't always make him
very popular.

In truth,
it rather f*cked him up,

but he'd still argue medical
care has to be delivered

according to clinical need,
without discrimination.

If he was here,
he'd tell us it's our duty

to treat your man humanely
and protect him...

...even if he is
a murdering bastard.

Allegedly.

MARTINA:
The press are gathering.

TV crews, all the main channels,

plus local TV, print
and radio journalists.

Quite a few web news sites too.

I think we have to go with
a live interview.

Have the victims' families
been informed?

Gallaghers, Kays, Monroes?

The announcement
can't come as a shock to them.

They have, ma'am, yes.

And Spector's family?

Yes, ma'am,
they've been notified.

Right.

Three key points.

One: a man has been arrested
and has been charged.

- Two...
- (Knocking on door)

- Stella.
- Sorry, sir, just one second.

Rose Stagg has been found
and is alive.

Three, that the prisoner
was injured in police custody

and then something
about his condition.

But, beyond that,
investigations are ongoing...

I need to stop you there.

You won't be making
the statement.

What?

The Chief Constable
wants me to do it.

Am I still SIO?

Can you give us a second,
please?

Martina, it is really important

that you monitor
all press coverage

for accuracy and interpretation.

Defence teams love
to make allegations

about what's been said
in the media,

particularly when misquoting
facts provided by the police.

Yes, ma'am.

Well?

Yes, you are.

For now.

I stood up for you, Stella.

So I should think.

I also told the Chief
that I could manage you.

I see.

Don't make this difficult
for me.

Well, straighten your tie
before you go on camera.

Tom Stagg is in
the ICU waiting room, ma'am.

Oh, thank you.
Would you ask DC McNally

to bring me my bags from
the room I just changed in?

Yes, ma'am.

FEMALE REPORTER: ...outside
Belfast General Hospital.

A man has been arrested in
connection with recent...

MAN: Has The Belfast Strangler
been caught?

That's the question tonight.

(Approaching footsteps)

(Door opens)

How is she?
Have you seen her?

I've seen her briefly.

I'm told she's stable, Tom.

(Exhales)

Thank you. Thank you.

Shall we go in and see her?

What's going on outside?
Is that all for Rose?

Don't worry about that now.

Come on. I'll take you in.

(Regulated air hissing)

(Monitor beeping steadily)

- You're Rose's husband?
- Yes.

Come this way.

Oh, my love.

MAN: Here he comes. Jim Burns...

(Reporters shouting questions)

WOMAN: Please!
- I'm Assistant Chief Constable

Jim Burns, and I have
information relating to

the Operation Music Man
Task Force

and the serial m*rder
investigations.

I wish to confirm that
a 32-year-old Belfast male

has been arrested in connection
with the murders of Sarah Kay,

Fiona Gallagher, Alice Parker
Monroe and Joseph Brawley.

And also for
the unlawful imprisonment of

Belfast radiologist Rose Stagg.

He was due to appear in court
in Belfast tomorrow morning

to face these and other charges
but that is no longer the case,

as he has suffered serious
injury whilst in police custody.

REPORTER: How did he come by
those injuries?

BURNS:
The victim of a g*n attack.

His medical condition is
described as critical.

- His injuries life-threatening.
MAN: How does a man get shot

- in police custody?
- Who's he talking about?

- (Sound muted)
- Don't do that!

Katie!

His assailant was shot dead
by police in the incident...

It is Paul! Oh, my God!
I have to go to him.

- Katie, you can't!
- I have to see him.

- You're not allowed out!
- I don't care!

Katie, you're on bail.
You're not allowed out at night.

- Get out of my way!
- You're not allowed to see him!

- Get out of my way!
- Katie!

- Where are the keys?
- Katie!

You locked me in!

You're not allowed
out of this house, I said!

- f*ck off!
- You're not allowed to see him!

- Get the f*ck off me!
- I'm calling the police!

If you leave this house,
I'm calling the police.

(Katie sobs)

I don't know
what's happened to you.

Your father would be appalled
at what you've become.

(Door slams)

(Lisa weeps)

I am pleased to say that
Rose Stagg has been found,

that she's alive
and she's in a stable condition.

I would like to take
this opportunity

to thank Detective
Superintendent Stella Gibson,

her team and the public, for all
their efforts in finding her.

MAN: Where is Detective
Superintendent Gibson?

BURNS:
Detective Superintendent Gibson

is doing what she does best:
policing.

(Katie weeps)
I'm certain it's Paul.

He's been hurt.

How's he been shot?
Who shot him?

I don't know.

The police, I suppose.
(Sniffs) I don't know.

He's in hospital.

- He's where?
- (Sniffs)

In the General Hospital,
I think.

I really need you to go there,
find out how he is.

Me? Why? Why can't you?

You know why.
The f*cking bail conditions!

- Why would they let me in?
- They wouldn't.

- They wouldn't let me in.
- You don't understand.

- I think he might be dying.
- What? It's difficult to hear.

(Weeps)

I think he might be dying.

What do I...? I don't know
what I'm supposed to do.

MAN: Daisy! Are youse coming?

- Why are you being a b*tch?
- What?

Why are you being
a f*cking b*tch?

- (Laughter)
- I'm not. I'm just saying.

I don't know what
I'm supposed to...

(Phone thuds)

(Sobs)

- Mummy?
- Yes?

I can't sleep.

- Have you tried?
- Really, really hard.

It's because
you've got your light on.

Can I get in with you?

I'm thirsty.

You've cleaned your teeth,
so you can only have water.

OK.

(Light switch clicks)

(Glassware clinking)

(Water running)

(Light switch clicks)

(Approaching footsteps)

(Sally Ann sighs)

(Monitor beeping steadily)

(Approaching footsteps)

She needs her rest now.

I've got something for you.

Nancy was desperate to come.

She sent you this.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Right. Would you like me
to hang that up for you?

Has she spoken to you?

Has she told you anything?
Did he...?

She's hardly said a word yet.

It's too soon.

She'll see the police doctor
in the morning

and we'll know more after that,
but she'll talk in her own time.

I can't bear to think of her
alone with him all that time.

I can't bear to think of him
laying his hands on her.

Tom, try not to imagine things

that very probably
didn't even occur.

I'm furious with myself for
not being there to protect her.

Lying on the sofa, headphones
on, for Christ's sake.

If I was in bed with her,
it would never have happened.

Tom, you don't know that.

It could have been far worse.

Look what happened
with Joe Brawley.

Why didn't she cry out?
Or scream?

Why... Why didn't she fight him?

- Why did she go with him?
- Tom...

Nancy saw them crossing
the street together, arm in arm.

Tom, I need you to listen to me
right now.

Men always think
in terms of fight or flight.

In fact,
the most common instinct,

in the face of this kind of
threat, is to freeze.

If she didn't fight,
if she didn't scream,

if she was silent and numb,
it's because she was petrified.

If she went with him quietly,

it's because
she was afraid for her life...

...and not just her life - yours
and Nancy's and the baby's.

In that state of fear, she might
well have been compliant.

She might well have submitted...

...but that does not mean
she consented.

Tom, the way you behave...

...the way you approach
your role as Rose's helper...

...will either make her
experience better or worse.

If you react badly,
you will devastate her.

Or you can be a big part of
her healing and her recovery.

What she needs from you right
now is to know that she is safe,

to know that she's loved.

Be patient.

Be tender.

Tomorrow's another day.

SHERIDAN:
You shouldn't be in here.

Please leave.

(Woman moans)

WOMAN: Is that you?

Thank God you're here.

I've been so worried.

Thank God you're safe.

Sweetheart,
I'm glad you've come.

(Sighs)

(Monitor beeping)

(Regulated air hissing)

(Monitor continues beeping)

(Regulated air hissing)