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And you say you have no memory of anything?
Nothing. I remember telling Eddie we needed sugar, that's all.
Eddie? You mean Edward, your husband?
Yes.
Husband's body is with the coroner.
Looks like a heart attack.
Doctor's outside waiting to have a word.
- And you were gardening? - Yes. I mean, I think I...
Please, just try your best to remember, Mrs. Royce.
I've told you, I don't know.
I can't remember.
I'm afraid that's not very helpful, Mrs. Royce.
Harris.
Yes?
She's still shaken. Let's give her some time.
I'm being thorough, that's all.
We don't have time.
You heard her, she forgets more and more.
Harris, her old man's died.
Probably because he's an old man. It's as simple as that.
Let's wrap this up.
- Don't you think we should... - He's tried.
Excuse me, gentlemen, I do hope you're not planning
on keeping my patient in there any longer.
Dr. Joanne Hill, Mrs. Royce's doctor.
- She has had rather a night. - Haven't we all?
I did actually encourage her to stop driving a few months ago,
but she just drove off into town and forget what she'd came for.
I mean, she's completely harmless
but driving licenses are a bit of a gray area
with dementia patients.
It's OK, I'll take her home.
- Barnes. - What?
Isn't it your anniversary?
Shit.
It's OK, I'm almost done.
I'll take Mrs. Royce home.
Go, go home to Sara, go.
After you.
Hey. I knew you'd still be here.
You know you just assaulted a detective.
Need to get you down to the station.
Come on, I'm dragging you home.
I will, but I've just got to finish this up.
- Then I'm all yours. - Ryan, it's our anniversary.
I know. And I love you more than ever.
Come on, give me half an hour. I promise.
Half an hour. All right, it better be,
or else I'll be locking you up.
Oh, really?
Are you mad?
Eat some bread, will ya?
Mike Evans. Disorderly again.
And I can't put him in the cells 'cause they're flooded, so...
Mike.
What we gonna do with you?
I know things are tough with your daughter
and her transplant but this isn't helping.
I'm OK.
Just need to go home and sleep it off, all right?
Yep, all right, fine. Go on, let him go.
Stay out of trouble.
And leave your truck where it is.
A walk will do you good.
All right, what do I got left?
Do you have any anniversary cards?
Over there.
Two-thirty.
Cheers.
Message received today at 9:15 p.m.
Hey, when are you coming home?
You said you'd be back nearly an hour ago.
Also, I can't remember if you said you liked salt or sweet popcorn.
Isn't that awful? Married six years,
and I still don't know what popcorn you like.
Anyway, I...
Good afternoon.
How long have I been out?
Couple of hours.
Look like you need a couple more.
Yeah.
You know, you don't need to be here all the time.
We can look after her.
Do you know who left this?
No.
Anything?
They're cut and dry.
So he just keeled over.
That's what the medic thinks.
Seen it before. Must have been the excitement.
Yeah, I thought fishing was supposed to be relaxing.
Morning.
Who is it?
Jack Dowling, collapsed while fishing.
Do I need to go down there?
I'll sign it off.
Come on, I'll buy you a coffee.
My old man used to fish.
I never really saw the point.
Just sitting there waiting for something to happen.
You look rough.
I found this.
In Sara's room.
I understand why you're angry.
I get it.
When my old man died, my mum, she cried for days
because he left her.
You can't let it eat at you.
You can't think that everyone is against you.
This...
It's just a lost book.
Maybe you should take some more time off.
What do you think?
Barnes?
So they put it down to a heart attack.
You look confused.
Maybe I am.
What do you need, Ryan?
I just need to know if there have been any other visitors
in the past couple days besides me or family?
Not that I know of. I'm not aware of this.
- Just give me the records. - I can't access the records.
Ryan, stop, I can't... I'm trying to help you!
- Jessica, please! - Ryan.
I want to know who wrote this.
I understand you're upset but you can't just go barging in here.
Get me the records, Jessica.
I want to see her.
Where is she? Where is she?
- Get security, Daniel. - Go home, Mike, you're drunk.
No, you don't, where is she? Is it this one, eh?
Or this one? Well, where is she?
Well, you lot can't help us so I'm taking her somewhere that can.
Oh, so now you want to help her?
Do you realize what she went through
when you were in prison?
You're a terrible father, Mike.
Don't make this worse than you already have.
- Just go... - Stay away from me, will ya?
Holly.
It's Daddy, come with Daddy.
I don't want any trouble.
I just want to see my daughter.
- Michael... - Come on, come with Daddy.
Holly.
Holly, stay where you are, baby.
You cannot stop me from helping my daughter.
Holly.
He just assaulted a patient.
You're leaving.
Dad...
Just go.
Get off me!
That's how you deal with things,
have another pop if it makes you feel better.
Yeah?
Say something else.
Go on, say one more thing.
I just want to see my daughter.
She's in there. She needs me.
My wife's in a fucking coma because of you!
Leave me alone, will ya?
Ryan!
Ryan, please stop.
Get him off me!
Ryan!
What the fuck are you doing?
Leave now!
All right?
- Are you stupid? - What?
I can't keep clearing up after you every time you go for him.
I was with Sara, he was here, so I dealt with it.
You dealt with it.
That's you dealing with it, is it?
He files a report and you're suspended.
Do you understand that?
Do you understand?
Don't worry about me.
How's Sara?
She's the same.
You don't have to ask every day.
Yeah?
We've got a situation
over at the Royce's house.
We're on our way.
We called the water board to shut off the pipes.
Her neighbor said the water was pouring down the path.
That's when he found her.
Water was coming from an outside tap over there.
He turned it off and called it in.
Apart from that, no one's touched a thing.
Two bodies in two days.
Bit of a coincidence.
Could just be old age though, right?
Let's just wait for the coroner's report. She's on her way.
You all right with this?
Yeah.
Last time I saw her was...
Was the night of Sara's accident.
She didn't know what day of the week it was then, poor old girl.
Maybe this was for the best, eh?
Poor choice of words.
She could have slipped, knocked herself out.
No wounds from the fall though.
There's no signs of a struggle either.
- I'd say natural causes. - Thank you, doctor.
There's a small puncture at the back of her neck.
What?
Could be nothing but it's worth looking into.
Harris, request a full toxicology report
on both the Royce's.
Found this in the kitchen.
It was open on today's date. Thought it might be useful.
Same thing every day.
It's just the same thing.
Prayers, pensions, see doctor, shopping.
Page after page.
When we found her, she barely knew her own name.
Why go to the doctor's every day?
Want to pay Hill a visit?
No, let's go see Mrs. Dowling first.
Great, Mrs. Dowling.
I don't understand.
They told me yesterday Jack had a heart attack.
Yes. The medics think that was the reason
you husband drowned in the river.
However...
Look, there's been a series of heart attacks.
We'd appreciate any help you can give us.
Did you notice anything odd at all,
leading up to your husband's death?
He wasn't a well man towards the end.
I'm sure he would have welcomed it.
He drank and smoked since he was a boy.
Thinking about it now, I'm surprised he didn't have a heart attack 10 years ago.
Perhaps you'd better ask Dale Jacobs.
Why?
Dale always went fishing with Jack. He was there that day.
I presume you knew that, detectives?
Thanks for your help.
The report said he was on his own.
Okay, great, thanks.
Dale Jacobs lives at Lemington Drive with his granddaughter.
Amanda.
Yeah. You know her?
We were friends growing up.
Are you sure they closed the path to the Royce's back garden?
Single officers on duty until we know...
Got it.
- Bring her out! - Granddad, please.
- Bring her out! - Please, Granddad.
Dale?
Who are you?
It's Ryan. This is Detective Harris.
- Can you put that down, please? - Right.
Well, there's a strange woman in there,
and she won't let me see my wife.
Let's see if we can sort it out.
Just put that down first.
Ryan, please don't worry, he's just confused.
Granddad, Granny went a long time ago, OK?
Please, Dale, just relax.
I'll fucking relax when you find my wife!
My wife.
Ruth. I was at the funeral.
You remember, it's me, Ryan.
Yeah.
Amanda?
I'm here, it's OK, Granddad.
- What did I do? - It's OK, it's OK.
- What did I do? - Doesn't matter.
We wanted to ask you about your fishing trips with Jack Dowling.
- Jack? - Is everything OK?
Kim, can you go inside, please?
He had a heart attack. He was found dead by the lake.
Ryan, I need my inhaler.
It's in the car.
- You sure? - Yeah. He's fine, go on.
Mrs. Dowling told us that Dale was there too,
so we just came to ask a few questions.
He was meant to go but he had a bad turn that morning.
Took some time to calm him down.
And he spent all day in his chair.
How long has he been like this?
Couple of years now. Usually, it's manageable
but every now and then, he has these outbreaks.
The tablets just don't do anything anymore.
Granddad, wait!
Ryan, he's not supposed to drive.
- Stay here, I'll go. - Please, make sure he's OK.
He really wouldn't hurt anyone.
Shit.
Quite a view.
I painted this once.
Now my fingers don't hold the paintbrush the way they used to.
I can't even paint Amanda a picture for her birthday.
It's peaceful.
I think we take that for granted.
"An hour is the sea between others and me.
With them would shelter be."
I saw that written on a pebble once.
One of those things they sell in the seaside gift shops.
It's the small things we remember.
It's only gonna get worse with me, you know.
Medical bills, care homes.
They're gonna be feeding me like a baby.
I just want to feel important to someone.
I'd be better off gone.
If not for me, at least for Amanda.
Dale, I understand what you're going through.
After Sara, I just...
I just stopped talking about everything.
At first, it was a...
Made me feel bad, but then it just became a way to get by.
Listen...
You have someone at home
that loves you and cares for you.
So why don't you let me take you home
so she can see you?
Okay?
Just give us a call if you come across anything.
You sure you're gonna be all right on your own with him?
- Yeah, we'll be fine. - Okay.
Thank you.
- Detective... - Oh, it's Harris.
I'm new.
I figured.
Hey...
Hello, sweetheart.
Ryan, my collection, back here.
This is my space.
This is where I do my work.
I got light, light, light,
and it's where I do all my paintings.
This one?
Here.
You have this.
It's a gift.
I love it.
Royce's will is on its way over.
Tell you what, can you hold onto it for now?
- Sure. - Gives me an excuse to swing by.
- Okay. - It's beautiful.
Both the Royce's recently made changes to their wills.
They had a joint bank account.
They left most of their money to the BCA.
- The Blackrock Church Association. - Correct.
I've spoken to Dan's bank.
He also recently made donations to the church.
There's more.
This guy, Reverend James Shaw.
Forced to leave his last parish because of financial irregularities.
Doesn't seem like it's received
a chunk of inheritance money.
Hello?
There's no one here.
Every one of these gold plaques has a name on it.
Mr. and Mrs. Royce. Jack Dowling.
They've all got one.
Can I help you?
I'm afraid we're closed for refurbishments.
There's no service here until the roof is done.
- We're not here for service. - Oh.
Can I help you then?
Detective Harris, this is Detective Barnes.
We're just chasing a few inquiries.
Mm-hmm.
The people on these plaques,
they've given money to the church?
That's right. Benefactors have the privilege
of having their name forever on the memorial pillars.
Did you have a close relationship
to all these people?
I'm sorry, why are you here again?
Just asking some questions.
How well did you know Mrs. Royce?
She and Edward were devoted worshipers
since they retired to Blackrock.
And Mr. Dowling?
Tragic, but it wasn't a surprise.
The poor man was riddled with problems.
Was he not?
Is that everything, gentlemen?
Or can I help you with anything else?
No, that's it.
How did Dowling's plaque go up so quickly?
What's that for?
Let's get back to the office. There's something I need to check.
What's this gonna prove?
Just pull it up.
Remember the Royce's house two days ago?
This is their house two years ago.
Yeah, so?
Notice anything different?
Scaffolding.
Mike Evans.
We have an inebriated driver coming in.
Can you get a cell ready, please?
It was all so quick. I just lost...
Do you realize how many people you could have killed?
Get off me!
The fuck are you on about?
Do I even know you?
Ryan! He's not the drunk.
She is.
You need serious help, mate.
For fuck's sake.
Just book her in.
You all right?
What was all that about?
Just forget it.
You're lucky he cares.
He wouldn't do that for anyone else.
Yeah, I know.
So, I say tomorrow we wait and see what the reverend does.
Shall we get a man on him and one on Mike Evans?
Keep an eye on both? But we don't have anything on the reverend yet.
What about the plaques? And the donations?
Bollocks to them.
We need hard evidence, something concrete.
I hope you're right
and not just wanting to focus on Evans
because of what's going on.
I've just had an interesting conversation with the mayor.
About the church...
Cool off on the reverend unless you've got something worthy.
And if you do, you bring it to me first.
Otherwise this investigation ends here.
We think we might have something.
Think is not enough!
Wait.
What?
Didn't Dowling have an excess of insulin in his blood?
Yeah. But he had diabetes.
- And the Royce's? - Same.
Look at this.
Mrs. Royce wasn't diabetic.
There's our proof.
Get a list straight away of everyone who passed away
in the last year through diabetes.
Confirm they all had the insulin dose.
So at the moment, we can only prove Mrs. Royce was killed.
We need to try and link both the Royce's to Dowling,
otherwise it just looks like they accidentally overdosed.
With their age and diabetes, it could hold up.
The killer knows the insulin covers it.
I'll check the hospital
and other areas that store insulin.
You think we should look into any other beneficiaries of the church?
Make a list.
Let's not pin our hopes on a killer priest.
You still convinced it's Evans?
I don't know.
He isn't this calculated.
Busy, boys?
Toxicology report, sir.
It suggests we're dealing with murders.
We confirmed all the victims had insulin in them.
With their age and health problems,
it was just enough to kill 'em.
Anyone young and healthy and they could have survived.
We know he's only going after OAPs
with ongoing health problems.
Easy targets, going after vulnerable.
Impressive.
Call me if you get anything.
And both of you, have a shower.
Smells like someone died in here.
Good work.
Right.
You have one saved message.
Hey, when are you coming home?
You said you'd be back nearly an hour ago.
Also, I can't remember if you said you liked salt or sweet popcorn.
Isn't that awful?
Hey, Ryan.
Got those records you asked for.
No unexpected visitors.
Just family, hospital staff, and yourself.
Thanks.
Means a lot.
Everyone's looking out for you.
Both of you.
Yeah, I know.
I'm sorry I flipped out.
It's OK. I understand.
I know what you're up against.
You need to trust me and take some advice and get some rest.
How's work?
Starting to get somewhere with a case.
Feels good.
When I'm there, time just...
doesn't stop for a second.
And then I come here and see her like this and...
She'll get through this.
I know she will.
I really hope she does.
So I just write it down.
It makes me feel like I know what to do.
Okay, so I think the key point to understand here
is that Dale controls his impulses by observing routines.
And these routines offer him comfort
and a chance to notice if things are beginning to slip.
So would you say that you notice
when your state of mind begins to change?
It just happens. There's no warning.
One minute, everything's all right and the next...
And it's worse in the evenings.
Yes, that's sundowning.
It's actually the time of day when sufferers of Alzheimer's
and dementia feel most confused,
because of course as the sun dims,
so too can consciousness.
It's actually an evolutionary trait
that we're all inherited.
But for dementia patients, it is acutely heightened.
Okay, and on that note, we are out of time, I'm afraid,
so we will call it a day.
But I'll look forward to seeing you all next week.
Thank you, doctor.
Detective.
Would you like to come to my office?
Sure.
So, detective, what can I help you with?
Mike Evans. He's usually in your group.
Not today. He is a regular though.
Does he open up to you like the others?
I can't really go into detail
about what a patient says in my sessions.
That's private and confidential, you should know that.
Aren't there exceptions if other lives are in danger?
To an extent, yes.
But can you confirm that?
No. No, not yet.
Look, I understand your pain towards Mike
and I really want to help but I honestly don't know where he is.
This isn't about my wife.
It's about something else.
Okay, um...
He's not in the most stable condition, mentally.
He... he rarely talks in sessions, let alone opens up.
He sometimes storms out halfway through a session
and the only real conversations I've had with him
are about his daughter.
Does he speak to anyone in the group?
Only Mr. Jacobs.
Dale.
Yes.
You know him?
Yeah, I know the family.
Look, I know Mike's not the most popular person in town,
but he has actually really helped Mr. Jacobs
control some of his outbursts.
The two just seem to relate about Mike's daughter,
Dale's granddaughter.
Oh, and they recently went on a fishing trip together,
I believe.
Evans attended counseling but no sign or contact since his last visit.
I think I know who can find him though.
- Who? - Dale Jacobs.
I looked through all the records.
There was a break in at the hospital about nine months back.
Needles, morphine, fentanyl, oxycodone,
midazolam and insulin.
All on the list of missing items.
Guess who was brought in for it?
Mike Evans.
I signed it off.
If you find him, bring him in.
But don't do anything stupid.
Has to be him, but why?
What satisfaction can he be getting out of it?
I looked into it. Starts off with drowsiness, then you fall asleep,
except you never wake up.
Yeah, there's worse ways to go.
Does he think he's helping them?
No, that can't be his motive for these killings.
Let's check if all the victims are on the transplant list.
Maybe Holly was ahead of them and Mike's killing them off to speed it up.
I checked already. None were.
There's something missing here.
- I need to talk to Dale. - Want me with you?
On my own. It's less stress for him.
Hey.
Hey, how are you?
All right, yeah.
Dale and Kim?
Kim's at her father's.
Grandpa's all right.
He's been much more in control since, you know.
Yeah.
How are you?
Is there any progress?
Still the same.
The doctors are doing everything they can but...
Actually came to talk to Dale, about his therapy sessions.
- Is he about? - Yeah, he's at the back, painting.
Hey.
Hey, when are you coming home?
I knew you'd still be here.
You said you'd be back nearly an hour ago.
Isn't that awful?
Hey, when are you coming home?
Said you'd be back nearly an hour ago.
Ryan, it's our anniversary.
Let me go.
- How is he? - Could be a crack to the bone.
He'll have a hell of a bruise but hopefully nothing severe.
Hey. How you doing?
I found this a couple of days back.
I didn't think much of it but now...
We had our problems, but...
Hey.
Ryan?
Promise you'll catch whoever did this.
I will. I promise.
Cheers.
Next time call for backup
before running into the woods after an armed killer.
How's Amanda?
Coping. Nothing we can do.
Ballistics?
No results.
You see anything?
Happened so fast.
Just came out of nowhere.
You proved a murderer exists.
Yeah, he knew the area well.
And smart.
Forensics have searched the woods, found nothing.
We started work on locals with guns.
It's flagged Mike Evans.
He's had a gun license since Summer '96.
Let's bring him in. That's enough.
We're watching his house and his work.
We have blanket surveillance on his phones.
We'll wait for him to show up.
Ryan.
I know you want it to be him.
He should have killed me in the woods.
Shit.
Let's go.
Can we get a comment on the recent shootings, detective?
No comment, boys. I'll answer all your questions tonight at the conference, OK?
Are there rumors of a killer on the loose?
- Can you confirm or deny this? - No comment. Get rid of him.
All right, lads, that's it, go on...
- Sir, do you not think the public deserve to know... - Off you go!
Thank you!
Ryan, she's got worse.
I tried calling.
She's developed an infection in her blood.
Doing everything we can.
She's stable for now, but it's not looking good.
When's the specialist come in?
Tomorrow.
What do you mean, tomorrow?
I want him here now!
Look, Ryan, this place is full of people in need of help.
I've witnessed it all. Ninety-year-olds surviving a dozen heart attacks,
people beating cancer,
people waking from comas after years.
So there is hope?
I'm not saying there isn't.
I'm just saying you need to be prepared for the worst.
Because those people are as rare as lottery winners.
Sorry, I have to go home.
It's been a long day, and back first thing in the morning.
We have a sighting of Evans.
A neighbor called it in,
Coldwater Lane, ten minutes ago.
He's armed, remember?
Shit.
I need an ambulance on Stanton Street, quick.
I'm OK.
Just get after him.
Fuck.
Okay, OK.
I know you hate me for what I did.
Can't change that.
You got any sense of mercy,
you'll help me save my little girl.
I wake up...
I wake up every day...
thinking about what I did.
How I hurt you.
Pleading that you wake up.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- It's a little late for sorry. - No. No, no, no, it's not.
See, I hate myself.
But I love my little girl.
I know this is gonna be the last time...
I know it's gonna be the last time I ever see her again.
But you...
you can help her have a life to live.
Answer me one thing.
Why didn't you kill me at Dale's?
I didn't kill anyone.
No, no, no, what have you done?
What have you done, why did you do that?
Answer me!
I'm sorry about your wife.
No, no, stay with me. Stay with me, stay with me.
Stay...
"If everything has gone to plan,
you'll be loading me away.
I've been a terrible person, and a terrible father.
I've hurt a lot of people.
I'm sorry for what I've done
and I don't expect you to forgive me.
I don't expect anyone to forgive me.
I need my life to mean something.
My donor card proves that my heart is a perfect match
for Holly's transplant.
Only have one thing left to give.
And if it is successful, then my life has a purpose
so my daughter can live.
If you could die to save your wife, I'm sure you would.
The hospital won't break regulation.
Promise me you'll fight for it.
If not for me, then for Holly.
I'm begging you to help save my little girl.
She doesn't deserve to die.
She has her whole life ahead of her.
Hello?
I'm so sorry, Ryan.
We had to move her over to life support or she would have...
Is there anything that can be done?
At the moment... no.
Shouldn't you be resting?
I was, but I'm bored already.
So, Holly Evans made it through then?
Yeah.
Surgeon said she'll make a full recovery.
That's great.
I don't think Evans did it.
What? Why?
Before he died, he told me he didn't kill anyone.
Why would he lie with the last breath he had in him?
This is Mike Evans we're talking about.
I thought you would have been more relieved.
Yeah, I know. But after seeing the sacrifice he did for his daughter,
that's not the personality of a cold-blooded killer.
What else we got? What about Dr. Hill?
Already cleared.
She was running one of her therapy sessions at the time.
So this is what heroes look like.
Well done, boys, you made the headlines.
OK, what's the problem?
Not convinced.
- About what? - The case.
Everything we needed was found in Evans's yard.
It's done.
Something about that care home.
It's all connected somehow.
How?
Royce's, Dale, Evans, Dowling.
They were all there.
That's our link.
And how are you feeling about life now, Ryan?
- The same. - How so?
I'm fine just to go through each day.
Is the medication helping at all?
Still having the nightmares but...
I'm used to 'em now.
And your wife...
is she still on life support?
Yeah.
I keep seeing her in a crowd of people
and then she just disappears.
She's...
She's watching me, following me everywhere I go.
I know it's not real, but I don't want to wake up.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
What city?
Antwerp, Belgium.
My grandfather lived there.
I used to visit all the time as a kid.
I'm sorry, would you just...
Excuse me for a moment.
Yeah, sure.
Shit.
I understand this is the only way to save my daughter's life.
There's no other way.
That's why I know us both.
Hello?
Jessica, listen, about nine months ago,
there was a break in at the hospital, right?
What?
Needles and a bag full of drugs.
Yes, but Mike Evans was...
Forget Evans. Listen, was there anything that didn't make sense?
Ryan, it was nine months ago.
Jessica, please, just try and remember.
Well, at the time, I thought it was odd
that it happened at the exact moment
- security was swapping shifts. - Anything else?
It's about the only time in the day
that someone could pull it off.
- Are you OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Look, I'm just gonna get home.
I'll call you in a bit, OK? Just...
What are you doing, where am I?
You'll understand shortly.
Understand what? You killed those people.
I was 21 when I first met Giles.
I was rushing up these big stone steps
to get to my class and I had this ridiculous dress on, so I slipped.
I was falling backwards and it was Giles that caught me.
And that was that.
I mean, I literally fell for him right then and there.
And we had Amy when we were very young.
She just made everything 100 times more beautiful.
And then Giles got sick
and in those days,
dementia was much more difficult to treat
so his condition escalated very quickly.
He was always so restless.
Dementia patients are very hard to look after when they're young.
Just about the only time he was calm
was when he played with Amy.
He always knew who she was but he often...
He often forgot who I was.
He became so protective of her.
Sometimes it was almost as though he thought he needed
to protect her from me, like I was some sort of threat.
Of course, he would often just wander off on his own.
You know, you of all people should relate.
You've lost your wife...
My wife's not gone!
What are you doing?
Where are we?
What are we doing here?
You've just got no idea what it's really like
to see your loved ones fade away.
Or in Giles's case, to see his mind just go
to the point where they have no idea who you are anymore.
And they can cause harm to themselves.
And others.
So I made it my business to care for those people.
When Giles was hospitalized,
I would visit him as much as I could.
I would take Amy to see him,
but that was hard on them, too.
So I'd just sit there by myself for hours and hours.
Just like you do with Sara.
Just waiting for something to happen.
You're praying that she gets better.
One night when Giles was home with us,
he woke up and he took my baby girl from her cot.
I was asleep.
I couldn't watch him all the time, it was impossible.
All I ever wanted was a daughter,
a best little friend,
and she was taken away from me.
So, you see, I'm not a murderer.
It was an act of mercy.
My patients were relieved from their pain.
That doesn't make it right.
- Who gives you the authority? - They do.
- What? - It is their decision.
And Evans? What about him?
Well, that was easy because you wanted to believe it was him.
You're sick.
You think that's...
At Dale's.
That couldn't have been you.
You don't surely think I could do this by myself, do you?
Enough.
Why?
Listen to me, Ryan.
Joanne looked after my father when he was ill.
We spent three years looking at him, watching him fade away.
When my mother was diagnosed,
I didn't want her to suffer in the same way.
Joanne helped her... just pass peacefully...
with dignity.
That's your justification
for going on a killing spree?
You think you can just go round playing God,
deciding who lives and who dies?
We didn't decide.
We gave them an option.
They made their own choice.
Ryan, we brought you here to try and reason with you.
I thought you would understand
after everything that's happened with Sara.
I mean, what have you gained from all those months
just watching her waste away?
Don't you dare use Sara as a reason...
Ryan, she can't be saved.
We thought of ways to help, trust me.
Trust you?
No.
You were like family to me!
You know what, Ryan?
None of this really matters
because I cannot let you end this.
We have far bigger plans than you!
Joanne, please.
He's not part of this.
We need to leave.
No, he'll come after us.
You and I both agreed, OK?
We'd make a fresh start, just you and me.
We have to go now.
No... they will come after us.
I'm not willing to take that risk.
"Serial Killers Sentenced to Life,"
that is what the headlines will say.
Joanne, you're not a killer. Now, give me the gun!
No.
- Give me the gun. - Please, John, don't do this.
Give me the gun!
No, no!
It's you!
You made me do this!
Joanne, it's over, OK?
Just put down the gun, please.
I can't do this without John.
- I can't do... - Joanne, listen to me.
I can help you.
Just put the gun down, OK?
Listen to me.
Please.
Joanne...
Joanne, what are you doing?
Joanne!
Joanne, listen to me.
Joanne, wait! Joanne!
Joanne, no, wait!
Joanne!
Joanne, no!
Stay with me. Look at me.
Just leave me.
No, no, no.
I'm gonna get you to the hospital.
It's OK.
I'm not scared.
No.
Hold on, hold on.
Hey.
If you need anything, I'm here.
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