Locked In

Ready?

E-S-A-R-I-N-T-U-L-O-M...

M?

E-S-A-R-I-N-T-U...

M-U

E-S-A-R...

Murder.

Someone tried to murder you?

Who tried to murder you?

Mrs. Carter?

Mrs. Carter?

Can you open your right eye for me, Katherine?

Mrs. Carter?

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

You've sustained serious head trauma.

You've been in a coma for three days.

Your brain stem has been damaged.

Brain imaging and EEG are normal,

but I... need some indication that you can understand me.

Are you able to blink?

Blink.

Nothing.

I want you to follow my finger with your eyes.

Right eye worries me.

Left eye appears incapable of voluntary movement.

Is she even aware?

Mrs. Carter, I'm just gonna sit you up.

My name's Nicky Mackenzie.

I work for the hospital, but don't let that worry you.

I haven't killed anyone yet.

I'm just gonna move your head.

Right. I know that there's damage to your right eye,

but can you try and move your left eye for me?

I won't give up if you don't.

Not until you can blink or move your eye

from the left to the right.

I'm going to continue to assume that there's someone in there.

Well, I'm out of a job if there isn't.

I know.

I'm waiting. I'll let you know.

Lina Carter.

You don't remember me, do you?

Come on.

They said something about, um...

locked-in syndrome.

Right.

It means

a loss of limb function and speech

in what they call "cognitively intact individuals."

So usually,

if she was conscious, she'd be able to communicate

with, um, a blink or a movement of her eye,

but in her case,

the good eye is immovable.

So...

Well...

It means

she's either in and out of consciousness,

or she can't control her eye,

or...

she's in a vegetative state.

We just don't know yet.

Will she recover?

If she's in there...

I'll find her.

I'm a neuroclinical nurse. It's what I do.

Tell me about her.

I've known Katherine all my life.

And when Mom died, she became my legal guardian.

And Rowling Manor became my home.

Back then, Katherine was rich, glamorous and famous.

I loved everything about her.

And I would've done anything for her.

I suppose all I ever wanted was for her to love me.

But everything had been turned upside down.

When Katherine's husband died,

he cut her out of his will and left everything to his son Jamie.

And it poisoned their relationship.

I'd just lost my mom, and I needed a family.

If they couldn't be there for each other, I'd be there for both of them.

I couldn't save my mom,

so I was damn well gonna try and save them.

Hold on.

Jamie!

Katherine, help!

- Aren't we supposed to grab his tongue? - Not unless you wanna lose a finger.

- What if he chokes? - Turn him on his side.

Put it under his head. Here.

Should we call Dr. Lawrence?

- What do we do? - We keep an eye on him.

If it lasts more than five minutes, we'll call an ambulance.

He's not breathing.

He'll start again in a minute. Check his airway isn't blocked.

Emergency services. Which service do you require?

He's breathing.

False alarm.

Are you all right?

First night out in two years.

You look so beautiful.

Where are you going?

I'm meeting a director.

My mobile number's on the fridge.

Call me if you need me, but, uh, don't call.

We'll be fine. Jamie's feeling better today,

and he's never seen your show. I'm gonna make him watch season one.

He milks them, my stepson, the seizures.

Then he brings them on

to punish me the moment I try to live any sort of life for myself.

Maybe he just misses his dad.

It's hard when someone you love dies.

I should know.

You're a good girl, Lina.

Your mom was lucky to have you.

- How do I look? - Amazing.

- Ready for my big comeback? - Definitely.

Ugh. Mutton dressed as lamb.

Mommy?

What's wrong?

I'm scared.

Oh. You're a very brave girl,

and we're gonna get through this together, okay?

I heard what happened.

To your mom.

You're safe here.

With me.

You'll protect me, will you?

Promise?

I promise.

What was she like?

My mom?

She was brilliant.

She played the piano.

Well, sort of.

She taught me the basics, anyway. I can teach you if you like.

I don't remember my real mom.

I remember my dad.

Sometimes his face gets a bit fuzzy though.

Like I'm starting to forget him too.

Katherine got rid of the photos.

Most of them, anyway.

It's hard.

Losing someone.

Anyway, we've got each other now.

Katherine.

You know, it takes an act of faith

to say to yourself, "She's still the same underneath."

The police say that, um, she was knocked down by a driver.

Is that right? A hit-and-run?

They're not sure.

Right.

Hmm. Will you help me out with something?

I... I just can't wrap me head around it.

Um,

Katherine's your adopted mother,

but she's also your mother-in-law.

It's complicated.

Oh. Well, I like complicated.

I couldn't abandon him.

By the time we were married,

Jamie depended on me for absolutely everything.

He needed me. And to be honest, I needed him too.

I'd looked after him for so long, he'd become my whole life.

She's had too many.

I was Jamie's reason for living.

And I told myself he was mine.

But Katherine thought I was a treacherous gold digger.

She thought I was stealing her home.

When all I was trying to do was make us a family.

Lina.

My beloved daughter-in-law.

Which I did not see coming.

Who'd have thought that when you turned up here...

...a helpless waif and stray,

completely dependent on my kindness, that...

that you'd end up...

...lady of the bloody manor.

To Jamie and Lina.

To Jamie and Lina.

Look at her.

- Showing off. - She's not.

She is.

She was nice to you before we got engaged. Suddenly, starts treating you like shit.

- What does that tell you, hmm? - Jamie.

This house, that's all she cares about.

Not us. Definitely not me.

Will you stop it? This is our wedding night.

Exactly. Anyone would think it's all about her.

Fucking Hollywood has-been plays lady of the manor.

- I'll spoil her fun. - Jamie, don't you dare.

Please!

Clear the floor.

- Stand back. Give him some space. - Somebody help.

- Excuse me. - I presume she knows.

Oh, my God, what happened?

Seizures aside, Jamie,

we've got to get you off of these pain meds.

- You're the one who gave them to me. - With the strict proviso not to drink.

I keep telling him.

It's my wedding day. Anyway, I pay you to write prescriptions.