I have been brought in from the Metropolitan Police
to lead a review into the investigation of
the murder of Alice Monroe.
He had things entirely under his control
which leads me to think that this was not his first murder.
Go back to your review. I don't want the two murders linked.
This is the third murder in three months.
If we don't stop him, he will kill again.
There's someone to see you, ma'am.
Rose Stagg, a friend of Professor Reid Smith.
I spent years interviewing the victims of rape.
I don't think anyone ever felt worse
after talking to me about their experiences.
We have an E-FIT from Rose Stagg.
Could he really look like that?
In his own mind, he believes he has the right
to decide who fives and who dies.
Peter? No! No!
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.
Open the door!
- Katie! - Get off!
Calm down. You are under arrest.
- I need your car. You heard me. - What?
You know Spector can go to prison
- for the things you're saying? - We love each other.
- You love each other? - Completely.
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 assault...
...and the murder of Joseph Brawley.
I'm bleeding.
What?
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.
- It's Eastwood. Go ahead.
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.
There's nothing here.
There's no sign of Rose.
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.
Rose's car is here. I repeat, Rose's car is here.
Jesus Christ, she's alive!
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.
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!
♪ Mama
♪ Bring me my walking cane
♪ I said, "Mama, bring me my walking cane!"
♪ I'm leaving
♪ On that midnight train
32-year-old male. Gunshot 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.
IO successful.
Nought point five litres saline being squeezed in.
You should know the patient is in police custody.
He's fitting. How long?
Two minutes.
What is it?
Man versus bullets, 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 drugs. - OK, sure.
Right, what's going on here?
She's hypothermia, 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.
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 rape 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 gunshot 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 Nurse Ursula is runner,
just because she is. Andrew, you're scribe.
Everyone happy?
- Good.
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 bullet.
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.
Excellent work, thank you.
- OK, we're good.
OK, let's roll him in case there's a bullet
- they haven't told us about. - OK, on my count.
One, two, three. Roll.
- No exit wound. Nothing here. Roll him back.
Grab his clothes.
OK. One, two, three, roll.
FE BP 60, systolic,
pulse one-two-eight palp, no radial.
OK, use the Ambu bag. Help him with his breaths.
And ultrasound him please. Gently, Fran.
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.
Hello.
How's he doing?
I don't know.
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 shooting.
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 shots, but I am certain
that Ferrington only returned fire.
The shooting 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.
- Are you in the car?
I'm on my way to HQ.
The chief wants to see me.
Keep in touch.
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.
On my count, one, two, three. Roll.
And back, one, two, three.
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? Sure.
Get that other blood up, Daryl.
Sophie, you got squeezer drugs 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.
He's fasciculating.
- Just wait. It should pass.
Go now.
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.
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.
Cricoid off, please.
Bronagh, can you hold this?
It's 22 centimetres at lips.
Ursula, bag, while I tie this in.
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 bullet. 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.
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!
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 gunshot 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 gunshot 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 gunshot 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 bullet 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.
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.
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.
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.
Start CPR.
Peter.
Mother?
Daddy, look what I found!
Peter.
Peter, come to me!
♪ I'll tell me ma when I get home
♪ The boys won't leave the girls alone
Peter!
♪ They pulled my hair and stole my comb
♪ But that's all right till I get home
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.
Spleen? - Yeah, I think so.
Let's get it out and see what else is going on.
Mobilise the spleen, please.
Scissors.
That's just coming now. - Good.
Clamp.
Watch the tail of the pancreas.
Got it. - Good.
Scissors.
Pressure rising 80, systolic, pulse rising up at 72.
Tie.
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 bullet.
Another trophy for the forensic lab. Packs, please.
There's an ICU bed ready whenever you're ready.
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.
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...
- 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.
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.
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.
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 fucked 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.
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...
- 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.
...outside Belfast General Hospital.
A man has been arrested in connection with recent...
Has The Belfast Strangler been caught?
That's the question tonight.
How is she? Have you seen her?
I've seen her briefly.
I'm told she's stable, Tom.
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.
- You're Rose's husband? - Yes.
Come this way.
Oh, my love.
Here he comes. Jim Burns...
Please! - I'm Assistant Chief Constable
Jim Burns, and I have information relating to
the Operation Music Man Task Force
and the serial murder 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.
How did he come by those injuries?
The victim of a gun attack.
His medical condition is described as critical.
- His injuries life-threatening. How does a man get shot
- in police custody? - Who's he talking about?
- 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!
- Fuck off! - You're not allowed to see him!
- Get the fuck off me! - I'm calling the police!
If you leave this house, I'm calling the police.
I don't know what's happened to you.
Your father would be appalled at what you've become.
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.
Where is Detective Superintendent Gibson?
Detective Superintendent Gibson
is doing what she does best: policing.
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. I don't know.
He's in hospital.
- He's where?
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 fucking 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.
I think he might be dying.
What do I...? I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Daisy! Are youse coming?
- Why are you being a bitch? - What?
Why are you being a fucking bitch?
- I'm not. I'm just saying.
I don't know what I'm supposed to...
- 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.
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.
You shouldn't be in here.
Please leave.
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.