01x07 - Bedlam

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Hi, Oriel. Beautiful painting.

Hi, Jimmy.

David?

David.

No, David, it's time
to take your medicine.

I don't want them.

David, that's enough.

I don't want them from you.

David, Dr Laine said
you must take them.

No.
David, take your medication.

It's alright, Jimmy.

Please, David, would you just...

I'm sure this isn't really
quite what you had in mind

when you suggested
professional development.

I can't just turn and run
the first time it gets difficult.

Evening.

You might want to watch
your shoes.

Do you have a name?
Violet Ashby, 23 years old.

Nurse on duty.

Before dinner,
she had an altercation

with one of the patients,
a David Hoyle.

During dinner he came back to
the bathroom and he att*cked her.

Looks like the Kn*fe was taken
from the kitchen.

Miss O'Brien!

Hey. Having a quiet night out
at the old nut house, are you?

Oh, sorry. No, I didn't mean...

Sorry.

Parks.
Oh, sir.

Death knock, sir?

Yeah, her father lives out
in Wendouree.

Wendouree?

Um, don't you usually handle
this sort of thing?

Not tonight.

I could drive him, sir.

The doctor's helping me with
my professional development.

Perhaps this falls
into that category.

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure the Superintendent
could drop me home.

We might be here for a while.

Oh, alright. Just do it properly.

Yes, sir.

Doctor Winters.
Superintendent.

My police surgeon,
Dr Lucien Blake.

Oh.

I had the greatest respect
for your father.

Dr Blake was wanting to know
a few things about the attacker.

David came to us two years ago,
catatonic.

He's made great progress in the
last few months.

Good. Has he ever displayed
violent behaviour before?

He att*cked his mother.

She had him committed.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

No, I don't think so.

You should get those cuts
on your hands seen to, though.

And by the way, any chance I might
be able to speak with David?

You'll have to talk to Dr Laine.

He was frantic when we found him.

ECT was the kindest thing
we could do for him.

Electroconvulsive therapy.

Well, it has a bad name
but it can be very effective,

depending on the voltage
and frequency.

And when will he be able to talk?

He'll be awake in an hour or two

but it will be 12 hours or so
before he's fully alert.

You have secure rooms here,
don't you, doctor?

We do and we could
continue treatment here

until the courts need him,
of course.

Right.

Well, as your police surgeon,
I recommend you stay here.

Save you rostering a man
for su1c1de watch.

I mean, up to you, of course.

It's all yours.

Thank you, doctor.
That was an act of kindness.

Lucien.
Kenneth Laine.

Ah.
After you.

Thank you.

Oh, it's so cold in here.
Yes.

Have you seen ECT before, Lucien?

Not in a medical setting, no.

What other setting is there?

You see a lot of things
during w*r time, Kenneth.

We have no idea how sh**ting
electrical impulses

through the brain can help
these poor souls but it does.

And one day I want to know why.

Interested in research?
Oh, very.

I understand he att*cked Miss
Ashby earlier in the afternoon.

Do you know why?

Well, David has always had
trouble with female authority.

David was committed
after threatening his mother.

Female authority issues.

She had ambitions for him
to be a classical pianist.

I believe the pressure
was too much for him.

Question is,

how did he get his hands
on that Kn*fe in the first place?

I don't know.

Kitchen reported it missing
a couple of days ago.

He's left the light on for her.

The boss usually does this.

You've never done this before,
have you?

No, I have, I have. I just...

I hate it, that's all.

Do you want me to come with you?

I knew you'd forget your keys.

Here we go.

Yes?

Ah, excuse me, sir.
Sorry to disturb you.

Is this the home of Violet Ashby?

Put that hat on, constable.

Sorry, sir?
Hat on.

If you're going to do this,
do it properly.

I used to be in the Force.
I know the rules.

Yes, sir.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.
Not on a bloody doorstep.

Didn't that boss of yours
teach you anything? Who's this?

I'm District Nurse
Mattie O'Brien.

Well, don't just stand there.

Cleaning the room already?

Oh, there's no point leaving it
like that.

You're quite sure about that?

You are joking, aren't you?
I don't know.

Oh, Blake!
No, I'm serious. I... I...

I don't know.

Look, say
you're a homicidal maniac.

No no no no, please.
Listen, listen.

And you're completely insane,
you have mother issues

and you've decided you're going
to k*ll the nurse on duty.

What do you do?

Do you go and steal a Kn*fe
and hide it somewhere,

wait for a few days
till she's all alone,

then make your move?

Maybe.
Then you're not insane, are you?

Because you've planned it.

So what are you saying?

Well, I'm saying...
I don't know.

I'm not getting anything here
and that's the problem.

I so much preferred
working with your father.

I can well imagine.

We had a call at the station
at 7.40pm

this evening to attend the
Blackhill Psychiatric Hospital.

By the time we arrived,
the deceased...

Violet.
Violet...

had...

had, ah, sustained multiple
s*ab wounds to the abdomen.

It appears to have been
a pre-meditated att*ck.

One of the patients.

I'm sorry, sir.

Was she interfered with?
No, sir.

Not from what I saw.

Is there a Mrs Ashby?
Perhaps, sir...

No. Violet's mother
is no longer with us.

They didn't look after her
in that place.

I told her to leave
but there was a matter...

With her
it was a matter of pride.

Well, that's that, then.

Constable?

Vi wore her mother's eternity
ring as a, um...

kind of keepsake.

It was a mixture of emeralds
and diamonds.

Your daughter's personal effects

will be returned
as soon as possible.

The ring is the only thing
I care about.

Make sure it gets back to me.
Yes, sir.

Bloody hell.

Are you OK?
Not really.

Danny and Mattie seemed
rather subdued this morning.

I'm not surprised.
Hmm.

You were going to hand over
your receipts.

Hmm?
Your receipts.

Yes, ah, that's right.
Um, I do have them, somewhere.

Actually, in a few places.
But I'll gather them all together.

Your father used to do
his own bookwork.

I offered to help but it was
a matter of pride for him.

Well, that's where
Dad and I differ.

Hmh.
I have no pride.

Did you know,
the most modern technique

for treating patients
with mental illness

is to sh**t charges of electricity
through their brains.

Yes. Electroconvulsive therapy.

You been reading my medical books?

Only when you're not here.
How does it work, anyway?

Well, no-one's really sure.

But somehow it seems to break
the cycle.

Must be terribly painful.

Oh, one couldn't even imagine.

However, very few side effects,
apparently.

Short term confusion
and disorientation,

certainly headaches.

And short-term memory loss.
Oh.

I'll remember that when you
forget to give me your receipts.

Ah, I'll take you through
shortly, sir.

Lawson.
Sir.

I'm, ah, I'm very sorry
to hear of your loss.

Everyone is.

Would you like me
to come with you?

No. This one'll do.

This way, sir.

Doug Ashby.

He was my Commanding Officer
for ten years.

Made my life hell.

Is this your daughter?

Violet Ashby?

Yes, it is.

You can head off, Danny.

Well done.

There was one deep s*ab.
That was the blow that k*lled her.

The Kn*fe was driven up
under the ribcage,

punctured a lung,
severed an artery.

She would have been dead
in 30 seconds.

And after that, there were
five horizontal slashes

across her torso
and one curved slash,

all surface cuts.

Get to the point.

That first blow seems almost
designed to cause maximum damage,

suggesting a detailed knowledge
of anatomy.

The rest, the rest
were just decoration.

I'll do the talking. Doctor.

I'm not convinced
this is necessary.

Well, we need to take statements
where we can.

I'll be in my office.

Mr Hoyle?

I'm Superintendent Lawson and
this is Dr Lucien Blake.

I'd like to ask you
some questions about last night.

I don't remember anything.

What's the last thing
you do remember?

The day room.

What time was it?

Don't know.

Was it before dinner?
Was it after dinner?

Before.

I was playing.

Good. And what then?

Do you remember having
an argument with Nurse Ashby?

You understand that
she was k*lled some time later.

Yes.

Did you att*ck her?

I must have.

Nurse Ashby was really nice.

She asked me questions.

Then why did you k*ll her?

I don't know.

David, I've heard
you're a very good piano player.

Not... good... enough.

He thinks he k*lled her.
'Course he did.

Then why can't he remember?

Because he's a nutcase
locked in a padded cell?

He didn't present as unfit,
just confused.

He's fit for trial.
And that's what worries me.

You know his fingerprints
were all over the Kn*fe.

You coming?
Um...

I'll catch up with you later.

I couldn't help admiring
your bird. It's beautiful.

I've practised a lot.
Yes, I can tell.

I'm Lucien.
Oriel.

What a lovely name.

What are you going to paint?
I don't know yet.

Do you know,
my mother was an artist.

And sometimes
she'd let me come in her studio

and I'd sit and watch her paint.
I loved it.

Would you like to see
something I've painted?

Oh, yes, please.

Oh, that's good. That's...

That's really good.
Is... is that David?

I painted it yesterday.

And this is before he had the
fight with Nurse Ashby, isn't it?

Before and after.

Oriel, tell me. What did
you think of Nurse Ashby?

She asked too many questions.

Thank you, Oriel.

Hello.

I'm Dr Blake.
I know.

And you are...?
Oriel doesn't like you.

I'm sure Oriel can speak
for herself.

I don't like you either.

But you do like Oriel, don't you?
That's what this is all about.

Don't you talk about her.

And why shouldn't I
talk about her?

Because you're weak.

Well, some people
might debate that.

Now look, Oriel is
a very lovely young woman

but this isn't the best way
to gain her attention, is it...

Bryn! Bryn, let him go!

Let him go!

Thank you.
Thank you, Dr Winters.

They want you to stop
upsetting the patients.

Oh, do they now?

What they really want me to do
is sack you

but I thought I'd soften it.
You can't help yourself, can you?

Well, don't you think something's
very strange there.

Course I do! It's an asylum.
It's all bloody strange.

Well, that big chap
who threatened me

sees himself as Oriel's protector.

I suggest we add him to the list.

Oh, look,
there's no bloody list, Blake.

Hoyle was found with a Kn*fe,
standing over that poor girl.

Is this where you say something
about working with my father?

Don't tempt me.

You really think something's
wrong about that m*rder?

Oh, I'm not sure. Danny.

How's Violet Ashby's dad?

He's a tough old bloke.

Apparently he was the boss's boss
when he first started.

Made his life hell.

Well, explains a few things,
doesn't it?

Listen, can you tell me where
I might be able

to find Mattie this afternoon?

She was rostered on early this
morning so she'll be home by now.

I did some checking around
for you.

Ah, thank you.

Did you know Violet Ashby
was accused of negligence?

Uh, a patient d*ed last year,
a Patrick Garret.

Apparently, there was
some mix-up with his meds

and she got off with a reprimand.

A reprimand? For fatally
mixing up someone's meds?

Well, apparently it wasn't
quite so cut and dried.

The finding was vague.
And the hospital took her back.

Dear, oh, dear. It's not much
of a recommendation, is it?

How are you?

Perhaps it was a mistake me
taking you with me last night.

If I'm going to be serious
about the work,

I need to see all sides of it.

Yes.

Mattie...

She was a nurse
and she was my age.

And she had...

She had her whole life
ahead of her. Yes, I know.

Does this mean
I'm not cut out for this?

Oh, not at all.

Do you know what it mans?

It means you're absolutely
the right person for the job.

Doctor?

A patient here to see you.
No appointment.

Of course. One of our regulars?

No, I don't think so.

Oriel. What a nice surprise.

Is that one of your mother's?
That one?

No, no, not that one.

Why are you here, Oriel?

I'm a voluntary patient.
I can sign myself out.

That's not quite what I'm asking,
is it?

You said you liked my painting.

Yes, I did.
Would you like to see another?

It's you.
Yes.

Do you like it?

Wonderful. Really wonderful.

You're very talented, Oriel.

But I'm not sure that it was
a good idea for you to come here.

Why not?

How did you come to be
at Blackhill in the first place?

Mum and Dad pay for me
to be there.

Why?

There was a boy I liked.
He didn't like me.

I got angry.

With him?

With his girlfriend.

I see.

And how did you get on
with Nurse Ashby?

She was always asking questions.

Writing things down
in her little book.

Hmm, that's what David said too.

She talked to him a lot.

That was after Patrick d*ed.

Patrick was a patient, wasn't he?

They said Violet k*lled him
accidentally.

Do you believe that?

Well, I'll tell you something,
Oriel.

These paintings, boy, they, uh...

Well, they really are exceptional.

I love the way you capture
how you feel

and you managed to do that with
your painting of David as well.

He's easy to paint.
You know what he's thinking.

So if I was to look at
your painting of David,

would I see that he was thinking
of hurting Nurse Ashby?

David would never have hurt her,

especially not
with a kitchen Kn*fe.

Why not?
His dad was a butcher.

He can't stand
the sight of blood.

And he's terrified of knives.

I see.

Oriel, where were you last night

after David has
his argument with Nurse Ashby?

Lucien is supposed to mean
'bringer of light'.

Did you know that?

Not really, no.

I think they're wrong.

What's going on?

Oriel Vogel can't tell me where
she was last night

between the day room and dinner.

So?

She has a history
of jealous att*cks

and she's prone to
inappropriate attachments.

Blake, you're a GP.
You're not a shrink.

What if I can prove David Hoyle
did not k*ll Violet Ashby, hmm?

How'd you swing this? You're
s'posed to be staying away.

I may have lied to Dr Laine.

David, how are you?
I'm Dr Lucien Blake.

Do you remember me?

Do you, um, do you remember why
you've been locked in your cell?

Don't be alarmed, Lawson.

David, I want you
to take this Kn*fe.

I want you to take the Kn*fe
and s*ab me. Blake.

Come on, you won't get
into trouble, I promise.

No.
David, come on.

I want you to take the Kn*fe.
I can't.

Blake!

You can't take the Kn*fe,
can you, David?

The very thought of touching the
blade terrifies you, doesn't it?

Lawson, look, I...

I don't know who k*lled Violet
Ashby but I can tell you this.

Of all the people it could be,
it wasn't this young man here.

But I did.

I had the Kn*fe in my hand.
I had her blood on me.

I can still see her.
It's alright, David.

I k*lled her.

k*lled her.

David, hey, bloody hell!
Get him out of here!

For God's sake!

You said you wanted to talk
to David for research purposes!

My patients are not there
for you to play games with!

I believe Dr Blake
was testing a hypothesis.

What hypothesis?

Could you give us a moment, Ken?

I will not let this happen again.
It won't. Now, you don't mind?

You've found it hard to believe
that David Hoyle

could have k*lled Violet,
haven't you?

First it was me you were
wondering about, then it's Oriel.

Oriel has private sessions
with Dr Laine.

I took her from the day room
to Dr Laine's office.

I collected her an hour later
and took her to the dining room.

I see.

And what is it you think you see,
Dr Blake?

And what about you, doctor?

I did not k*ll Violet.

And why should we believe you?
Because I loved her.

I loved her.
And she seemed to love me.

You were lovers.

Dr Winters,
what about her reprimand?

Violet always maintained
she was innocent.

How'd you get the cuts
on your hand?

Some of our patients
harm themselves

just to give their internal pain
an external form.

I'm no different.

How's the investigation going?

Someone's daughter d*ed,

a number of lives have been
pretty much ruined...

and my pride has taken
a battering.

Oh, I thought
you didn't have any.

Hah! I thought so too.

You mind?

Sorry.
Thank you.

Jean, hang on.
What?

May I?
Hmm?

Bloody hell.

Jean. Did I wake you?

No, I was up.

Fancy a drink?
No, I'm fine.

Ah, here's one you'll know.

Here's one you might know.

Join in whenever you like!

It's a little late
for a singsong.

Nonsense.
Never too late for a song.

Yes, it is.

You play very well.

It's a shame we only hear you
late at night.

Yeah.

Of course, Dad was a virtuoso.
Could play anything.

Which was why I eventually
took up the drums.

Oh, bloody hell.
Don't worry.

You should go to bed.

Yes.

Dr Blake's son gets it
spectacularly wrong again.

Self-recrimination and alcohol,
Jean, never mix.

I'll keep that in mind.

Come on, bed.

Oops. Um, shall I...
No, no, leave that.

Oh, it's a bloody mess.
Yes.

Oh, I should probably...
I should probably...

probably go and brush my teeth,
Jean.

Ah, sweet Jean... Sweet Jean...

Ah, sir?

Violet Ashby's effects.

Her dad wanted them back.

Should I take them over or...?

No, give them here.

That'll be all.
Sir.

One set of car keys.

One pair of glasses, damaged.

And, ah, two gold rings.

One with gemstones.

That'll be all, Superintendent.

Thanks for the house call.

I'm glad it was you.

Not that mess of a man
you call your constable.

Constable Parks is alright.

Lawson.

It really was one of the loonies
that did this, was it?

A patient d*ed up there
a couple of months ago.

They blamed Violet for it.

She was trying to prove
it wasn't her fault.

We think it may have been
one of the patients.

Well, it's your investigation.

I'd be asking
a few more questions.

Sir.

Morning.
Ah, good morning.

There's a plate of bacon and eggs
when you're ready.

Thank you.

Jean.

I do apologise for last night.
My, um, playing was horrendous.

I wouldn't say that.

Dad would have.
Thank you for the tea.

Lawson.

Now, you're going to think
I've lost my mind.

Ah.

Oriel.
Am I in trouble?

No, no, not at all.

In fact, I think you're about
to be very, very helpful.

There we are.

I've been, um,
studying your paintings.

They really are very good.
Lawson, would you mind...?

Now this one.

Can you tell me
what's happening here?

You were talking to me.
Right.

And this one,
why is that so much darker?

The lights went down.

Our power system's very old.

It struggles to cope when
there's additional drain on it.

Oriel?

Do you know
why the lights go down?

It's when Dr Laine does the ECT
on us.

Right. Right.

What about these ones?

You painted this one

before David had his argument with
Nurse Ashby, didn't you? Yeah.

And this one was after
the argument, wasn't it?

He'd left the room.

The lights went low.
I guessed it was for him.

Everyone else
was in the day room.

Right.

What time do you think that was?

Seven o'clock.
Seven o'clock.

Let's have a little look
in the book, shall we?

Now... here we are.

Hoyle, David.

150 volts, 8.55pm.

After Violet was k*lled.

But there's no record of any
treatment around seven o'clock.

Oriel, can you tell me how many
times a day would you say

the lights dimmed?

Once or twice. If that.

Four times a day, at least.
I count them.

Four.

David had two sessions of ECT
with Dr Laine that day,

before and after
Violet was k*lled.

Yet only the latter
has been recorded in the log.

And there is no way, no way David
could have k*lled Violet Ashby.

What's that?

Get some help!
Step back.

Step back, I'll deal with this.

Stay where you are!
Ted, help me.

The cavalry's arrived.
This man's insane.

Oh... just angry.

He wants to know why your name

is all the way through
his daughter's notebooks.

I can tell you why, Mr Ashby.

Dr Laine here thinks of himself
as a researcher.

Lucien.

Extra sessions of ECT,

and I'm guessing
heavier dosages of dr*gs,

just to see what happens.

I mean, after all, they're...
they're just loonies.

What else are they good for?

And then one of them d*ed.

And Violet was blamed.

This was the one who framed her?
Yes.

You see, Violet started asking
too many questions,

and he must have worked out
that she was onto him.

So he m*rder*d her
and mutilated her

and tried to frame
one of his patients.

This is absurd!
Mr Ashby, please!

Sir! Sir!

I understand this is
your old service p*stol.

So?

Went missing in the changeover.
We've been looking for it.

I-I just need to do
a bit of paperwork,

then I can put it to bed.
But you must give me the g*n.

Not till he confesses.
Doug, it won't be admissible.

You got enough to convict?
I'll get it sorted.

You've got Violet's notebooks.
She kept meticulous records.

You should be very proud of her.

You'll be charging me
with firearms of fences.

And possible
attempt to commit m*rder.

That's my decision, Doug.
Time to go home now.

Kenneth Laine, I'm charging you

on suspicion of m*rder
and as*ault.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You're old Tom's boy, aren't you?
Yes.

So everyone keeps reminding me.
Good man, your dad.

Psychiatry is such a new field.

We're 150 years behind
immunology, 500 behind surgery.

ECT is only in its infancy.

There's a new generation
of anti-psychotic dr*gs.

Dibenzodiazepine
shows great promise

when coupled with hypnosis.

And, uh, you thought you'd just
speed things along a little?

No-one missed Patrick Garrett.

No-one would have missed
David Hoyle.

At least their lives
could have been of use to someone.

And Violet Ashby got framed
when Patrick Garrett d*ed

and she started asking questions.

David had told me
Violet was keeping a notebook.

Doses, treatments, everything.
I couldn't let that go on.

Then you gave Hoyle ECT.

And while he was unconscious,
you k*lled Violet...

and dragged him into the room.

Let him take the Kn*fe
so that when he woke up...

Well, he would have no memory
of what he'd done.

We've been checking
your past records

and there are some unexplained
patient deaths

at other hospitals
that you've worked at.

Not all of those were research.

What did your research tell you
after all this?

Oh, Lucien.
It's far too early to tell.

Lovely to hear the piano
at a reasonable time of day.

Jean.

Thank you for tidying up after me
last night.

I made quite a mess.

No trouble at all.

Game of Champions, the quiz show
where only the smartest survive.

Congratulations
to our new quiz champion.

Don't tell me to settle down.
This is fixed!

- Simon!
- NO!

I thought James
had a heart att*ck.

Not according to the doctor.

Roger and James
Holbrook got themselves

into a lot of
trouble with our Mr Lowe.

This man came into my shop

making certain
wild allegations...

They're true.
He tried to k*ll me.

Anything else I should know?

You should be
investigating him for m*rder.

I should have won.

I'm, ah, working out
how to turn a television set

into a m*rder w*apon. Ooh!