The Kettering Incident

Dad!

Please, no.

Please, no. Please, no.

Where the hell are they?

Anna! Anna!

Where are you love? I'm coming.

It's okay, Anna. I'm here now.

- There were lights. - Shh, shh, shh.

It's stopped now.

- Bright lights. - Calm down, love.

Where's Gillian?

- Blood. - Where is Gillian?

You... Lofty.

What are you doing here?

What the fuck have you done with Gillian?!

Hey. Gracie, it's me.

What's wrong with you, it's me you great dope.

Hey.

What's wrong, eh?

What's wrong?

What's wrong with you?

Everything's all right.

Here she is.

Our Madonna of the Holy Hands.

Hello, Adam. How are you feeling?

Didn't expect to see you here.

You've lost a lot of blood.

And your cell count is low.

May I have a look?

- Could you give us a moment, please? - He can stay.

- Can you feel it when I touch here? - Yep.

- How about here? - Yeah.

- Are you in any pain? - Nope.

Good. Well, rest up.

I'm glad you're feeling okay.

I'll leave you both to it.

I left a blood sample here to be tested yesterday.

The patient's name is Fisher. Kade Fisher.

Sorry, nothing was logged yesterday.

Check again.

Sorry, there's no record of that sample at all.

Thanks for covering for me, Deb.

Bloody Gracie bit me.

Your patrons will start biting you soon as well.

You only took this place off me 30 days ago.

Already you've turned it into a Slim Dusty song.

Bugger. Forgot to order the beer.

Are you okay?

Yeah...

Yeah.

Have you spoken to Singlet and Matilda yet?

I'm not ready.

They're gonna know something's not right.

I'm not ready.

- What does the oncologist say? - I get my next results in a week.

Same as the others.

Pig still thinks it's a conspiracy.

What's a conspiracy?

The fact that six of us got cancer at the same time.

Singlet's thinking about moving to the mainland.

The mill won't be open for a while.

Rumour has it, it may not open again.

We don't know that.

Why don't you talk to him, Deb?

I'm sure he'll stay if he knows.

What's the word on Chloe, it's just that's everyone's asking.

I'm out of the loop.

Tim, I'm sending you a picture.

Looks like some kind of bite, maybe.

It's too symmetrical to be a rash.

I've seen identical markings on two people now.

Skin colouring of both patients makes me think

haemochromatosis, but I just don't know.

I'm sending them through.

If you could run your eye over it, Tim. I'd really appreciate it.

And say hi to Molly for me.

What are you doing here?

Call me when you get this message?

What did the pathologist say about the markings on Chloe's body?

He said it was police business.

Secret world of police.

Yeah, well, you'd know all about that.

- Are you implying something? - Me? Nuh.

Now, Roy managed to put you through Madame Posh boarding school.

Got your mum all comfy in a nice facility

and now he's snaffling up the Kettering pub.

All on a copper's pension plan.

You should talk to Lofty Sullivan.

10 months in remand, all on the gospel word of your old man.

Kettering Incident time.

It's all in his files if he hasn't conveniently lost them.

Hello?

Tried calling your father but he isn't answering.

Dr Patrick's on his way in.

You'd better steel yourself.

We can't risk giving her any more midazolam.

What dose have you given her?

- 20 milligrams over the previous hour. - 20 milligrams?

That's enough to drop a camel.

Mum, it's Anna.

How about we put you to bed?

So, what have we got here?

Hello, Wendy.

I hear you've been causing a bit of a ruckus.

Not sure why Bridey felt it was necessary to drag you all the way in.

Nothing we can't handle.

Okay, exactly, when have you seen an encumbered woman

burst to life after 15 years from a vegetative state?

The brain is a constant mystery.

Can I see her CAT scans?

There's nothing to see in the scans.

Just a couple of minor white meta lesions...

Angular gyrus in parietal lobe.

How did you know?

That was "Crimson and Clover".

Originally recorded by Tommy James & the Shondells.

You will need your wellies tomorrow.

It's going to be another chilly one...

Delta, Tango, Juliet.

Is there any known traffic below 5000?

Please, I cannot identify.

Right now, it's orbiting, it's just orbiting. On top of me..

It's got a green light and some sort of metallic...

It's an old kind of aircraft...

- Oh, Deb, where do you want these? - Hi, Sharon. Just on the shelf.

- How's Eliza? - Getting more like a Grayson every day.

- No offence. - None taken.

I mean how is she coping?

It's hard to tell with Lize, you know.

A bit like her father there.

What the hell is that?

How the bloody hell did that get here?

It's moss.

Bloody forest is creepin' in.

Twenty thirty...

Yeah, honey...

You're sure the shed was locked up tight

- the night of the storm? - Yep.

And there was no one in there on Friday night.

Absolutely no one in there.

Right-o, thanks.

Hello?

- Fergus, are you there? - _

Fergus?

Does he know you're doing that?

I'm just looking for something for Dad.

For his big night. Fergus isn't here.

Yeah, I'm not looking for him.

What do you want?

You.

What happened?

Dogs.

Is there a wild pack out there or something?

Nope. Their own pets.

What, they just attacked them?

They'll need tetanus shots.

I'm waiting for a real doctor thanks, Sandy.

It's fine.

If you find yourself craving water, your muscles lock up and you start fitting,

feel free to give Sandy a call.

Any news about what happened to Chloe?

No.

Not yet.

Hey, Billy. Dane around?

No.

Been out all night.

- Does he normally stay out that long? - Never.

He doesn't like to leave me alone.

Did he come home on Friday night? After the storm.

Yeah, I think so. It was late, though.

He was at a party.

Here. Let me help you with that.

Nah. No, no, no, no.

I can... I can take it. I can manage.

- All right. Well, thanks Billy. - Yup.

I'll have a look around.

There's something not quite right around here, Fergus.

Why do you say that?

It's the lights.

They always bring trouble.

You can see here, the indentation on the head,

- neck and lower spine. - Mm-hm.

Weapon?

Some kind of angled iron. Maybe a part of a machine or...

- Supposedly, you don't know. - No, I don't.

At least the parents can get on with burying their daughter.

Not quite. She was carrying toxic substances in her blood,

and an abnormal level of radiation in her body.

How? There's nothing down there.

Something's given her a blast.

She was carrying 430 millisieverts in her body.

It didn't contribute to her death

but we will have to hold on to the body. Do more tests.

More agony for her parents.

- What's this? - Well, stuck to her clothes.

Oh, that's a King's Lomatia.

It's on the endangered list. Only grows in certain areas.

It's unusual because the plants are genetically identical.

It clones itself.

Well, aren't you a revelation.