Divine Intervention Casualty

-Get off my phone!

-No, no, let me see!

-Put your hands down, then I'll show you.

-I did not put that on!

-I didn't put it on.

-How dare you put up a picture like that?!

I don't even know your password!

Give me the phone, take that off. I can't let people see that.

-No, I need it. Give it to me now.

-George, stop it!

I can't let anyone see that!

Enough! I can't think with this racket!

Everyone. Hey, I'm talking!

CDU. These last few days it's been getting used as a patient dump.

Golden rule is, unless it's something really interesting,

do not darken my door. Thank you.

Dylan, do you have a list of what you count as really interesting?

Just to help us poor simpletons out.

Oh, er, Dr Keogh.

Hi, I'm in CDU today.

Erm, I'm Dr Winters. Ruth.

-We have met.

-I didn't ask for anybody, I don't...

Oh, no, no. I'm non-clinical.

Signing off path reports. Apparently you've not been.

Don't get in my way, and we'll be fine.

Noel, can you do me a favour?

Creche have got a vomit bug. They can't take Megan.

I wondered if you could, you know, just till I...

What, me? Oh, love kids, kids love me.

-No problem.

-Thanks, mate.

Tony Finch, found collapsed in his office

after taking prescription drugs.

GCS 13, BP's 125/80, pulse 80.

-Do you know what drugs?

-Yeah, Temazepam. Here.

-Which bed, please?

-Er, number four.

Check these out. Brand new. Cleats, the works.

There's nothing this job's got these bad boys can't handle,

-know what I mean?

-He's scaring me. I've never known a bloke

so excited over a pair of shoes. I've never known a woman so excited!

Can you slide over for me, Tony, please?

-Good man.

-Shuffle over there.

OK, is there anyone we can contact for you? Your wife, perhaps?

Hi, it's...it's Daniel.

Erm, look, I've decided to make my own way in.

I'm going to get there early.

Can I get 15 minutes...

HE COUGHS

..sorry, er, when you're not in the courtroom,

just to go over everything? I'll call when I get there.

HE COUGHS

Help! Help me, please!

Emergency. There's been a car crash...

HE COUGHS

-'RTA, Smith Road.'

-3006 responding.

-Going to go for it?

-Yep.

HE COUGHS

MOBILE RINGS

MOBILE CONTINUES TO RING

Come on. Come on!

MOBILE BEEPS

'Leave a message.'

Michael, it's me. Please call me as soon as you get this message.

I've been in an accident. A car...

HE COUGHS

A car accident.

I'm sorry, OK?

I didn't mean to...

I've got to be in court later today.

I'll use the company account,

I'll get a taxi to pick you up from school.

Once this is all over, I'll make it up to you.

Look, I know we've had our differences,

but you know how much I care about you and the kids...

HE COUGHS

Aw, please tell me he got out.

I s'pose it's my turn?

-What're you doing?

-I can't go in there with these on, can I?

No, there's a lifebelt up there, I'll go and get it.

-A lifebelt?

-Yes.

-Now, you stay exactly where you are.

-I hate this job sometimes!

I'm not a slag for anyone!

No! No! No!

You bast...

-JEFFREY: Dixie!

-Oh!

Oh, Jeffrey! Oh, you stupid, stupid man!

OK. OK, sweetheart.

SHE CRIES

Sorry, mate, I didn't catch that.

Look, erm, take this, write down all your details,

name, address, GP, and I'll enter them

in the system in a second. I'll be back. Ssh.

Ssh. Shush!

Charlie. Charlie?

-Dr Hanna!

-Mmm-hmm?

You're looking very nice.

-Erm, are you busy, right now? For the next 30 seconds, anyway?

-Why?

Um, I'm trying to take a patient's details and the...

-You couldn't, could you?

-Couldn't what?

Look after Charlie's granddaughter.

-Do you know me?

-Oh, please, Zo!

OK, Noel, I want you to think of all the staff in this hospital,

even the men, and I want you to rank them

from most maternal to the least maternal.

Where do you think I would score?

Think you just answered your own question.

-But Charlie's...

-Chase him up! Page him.

Ssh, ssh, ssh.

It's OK, it's OK.

'You have one new message. New message...'

'Michael, it's me. Call me as soon as you get this message.

'I've been in an accident...

'HE SPLUTTERS'

'Help!'

-Just me.

-No patient?

That'll be your finely-honed intellect working overtime(!)

-Do you mind?

-This is just a skive, isn't it?

Go away. Haven't you got a patient you can harass?

Do you have any friends?

I have a friend.

The imaginary type?

-No, she's real.

-She? She?!

For some unimaginable reason, I thought any friend you'd have would have to be some geeky bloke.

I wouldn't let Dervla overhear you saying that,

she can be quite a bitch.

Bitch. You're talking about your dog, aren't you?

She's the lady, hmm?

Does that make you the tramp?

-Are you busy?

-No. Not busy, really.

I need to ask you a big favour. Sorry.

OK, Tony, well, the pills don't seem to have done any real damage,

so you're free to go whenever you're ready.

Just be more careful with them next time, OK?

-Adam.

-Yeah.

-Tony Finch.

-What about him?

You're discharging him?

Yeah. He's been pulling all-nighters at work, he's exhausted, he just...

-took a few too many prescription pills.

-You believe him?

Ah, physically, he's on the mend.

-Well, I think it might be an overdose.

-Why?

I got talking to him about his wife.

She left him for someone else last month. My guess is he's depressed.

Good spot. I'll call Psych.

Hmm, Adam Trueman listens to someone -

-isn't that one of the signs of the apocalypse?

-It happens all the time.

I'll get it.

Daniel Warwick, 40 years old.

Near drowning after driving his car into the river.

Been there about a minute. Had to fish him out.

No obvious injuries. GCS is up to 15.

No neck pain, but he was cyanosed. Sats are 80%.

-Which bed, please?

-Er, number one.

Cheers. OK, Daniel.

Using your own nasal prongs now?

No, they're his, as it goes. He had his own supply.

Hey, Daniel, my name's Dr Trueman. Do you know where you are?

Come on. Got to get out of this wet clobber.

We've got another shout, no-one else is available.

-Look, I've got another uniform here.

-Eh?

OK, can you tell me why you have your own oxygen supply?

Mesothelioma.

-I see. Do you know your prognosis?

-Given six months.

-And when was that?

-Six months ago.

HE COUGHS

Take it easy. Do you mind if I just have a look at that hankie?

Just let me... Thank you.

Daniel, were you driving? Daniel, you shouldn't really even be alone,

you certainly shouldn't be driving.

I spend all my time getting poked, prodded, having samples taken.

You can't imagine what it's like to have some time...

in a car...on my own.

-How were you feeling before the crash?

-Lousy.

Always lousy.

You've got some fluid in your lung cavity there.

It could be pleural effusion.

It might just be the underlying condition.

-Chest X-ray?

-Er, yes, please.

We'll decide on further treatment once we confirm that.

Is there anyone we can call for you?

Brother. Michael.

Where is she?

Well, the bloke who phoned it in said she was by a bonfire.

Here, hold up. I've got her, there she is.

Wh-Who's there?

It's OK, darling. We're here to help.

I can't... I can't see properly.

All right, what happened, princess?

This guy, this animal, tried to...

-Darling, he didn't try to...?

-No.

OK, let's get you into hospital.

I don't need hospital.

Yeah, yeah, you do. It's warm and safe, if nothing else.

OK, Daniel, there is quite a lot of fluid there. I'd say about a litre.

We need to get rid of that, so we'll do the pleural tap.

Thank you, Lenny. Now, what I need you to do is to perch

-on the side of the bed...

-I have to get out today.

There's not a chance of that, I'm afraid.

I have to get to court. Giving evidence.

HE COUGHS

You'll have to fix me up.

-You can't take two steps without struggling.

-Ready when you are.

All you have to do is fix me till I make it.

After...doesn't matter.

Just, er, sit on the side of the bed there

-and lean forward onto those, er, pillows.

-Gotcha.

Now, Daniel, this is going to take a little while.

There's no point rushing it.

So tell me, what is this evidence you have to give, Daniel?

Negligence. I can prove negligence.

Asbestos.

Right. That's what caused the mesothelioma?

You should feel a sharp scratch now.

Well, your employers aren't going to be too happy about that.

Not employers. Family.

Father owned the factory.

People... innocent victims... families...depending on me...

Need to keep very still.

Try not to move.

Stay facing forward. Don't turn around.

There has to be a way.

Well, there might be. Now, just turn back, please.

Thank you, Daniel. Very still.

I still can't see properly.

Well, don't panic. It's normally just temporary.

What's wrong with my eyes?

Look, what happened in there, princess?

-Who did this to you?

-Did you bring my bag?

Yeah, it's here. Smells like it's been barbecued.

Ooh, I'm going to be sick.

Agh! No! Not on me new boots!

Be with you in a minute.

Erm, excuse me.

OK, very, very still.

-Lawyer's fixing video link. You sure this'll work?

-Let me take that.

It's unusual, but I've seen it done.

Lawyers!

-Whoa!

-Lenny!

I think he's stopped breathing. Respiratory arrest.

-Get him on his back and bag and mask him.

-Intubate?

-No. Let's start him on the bag and see how he responds.

-Stop! Stop!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Who're you?

-Daniel signed an advance directive.

He doesn't want to suffer any more than he already has.

He wants to be allowed to die.

-How long did you lose your eyesight for?

-Dunno.

Till I was in the ambulance.

There's no sign of any retinal damage. Has this happened before?

Sometimes. What is it, then?

-Aren't you going to ask what happened?

-Lacerations to your legs.

You've burnt your hands. Is there anything else you want to tell me?

Then, no, I'm not going to ask what happened.

Now, Rebecca...

-Becca.

-Rebecca.

-What's your name?

-Doctor.

-Doctor who?

SHE LAUGHS

Please do not call me that.

-Do you want anything for the pain?

-Nah!

BABY CRIES

Sorry. She won't stop crying.

I could sedate it. If you were singing to me,

-sedation's the least I'd expect.

-Have you fed her?

-No, I've tried, but she won't take anything.

-Dr Winters?

-Yeah, all right!

-I used to babysit. I'd like her to stay. I love babies.

You need to take her out of here. Keep her out of my way.

Ssh, come on.

You're not smiling at her.

Here. Here, let me take her.

Let me.

Hey! Hey! Yeah, that's the girl.

-Adam?

-Just a second, Lenny.

The lawyer who wrote it up is very, very good.

It's cast iron, I promise it's legally binding.

You've no idea how much he's suffered, these last six months.

Mesothelioma? I have a good idea.

He made sure his lawyer and I have separate copies.

This is what he wants.

It is a clear, considered statement of the patient's wishes.

Yeah, then it was. This is now.

Right, Lenny. Stand down.

-Erm, Michael, tell me, do you work in the family business?

-Yes. And?

The one he's giving evidence against?

-What are you getting at?

-Adam.

-He wanted to testify. I can give him that.

-What?

-Give me that bag.

-What are you doing?

-I can save him.

-No, no, no. No, you can't.

-All you can do is drag out his pain, which he doesn't want.

-Stop him!

Lenny, let's lift the bed up, increase the oxygen level.

Hopefully, we've got rid of enough fluid.

See if that's done it.

He's breathing again.

I've got your X-rays, but I'll send you for a CT

to make sure that your sight loss isn't linked to

-brain damage.

-Do I look brain damaged?

-And then Ophthalmology,

so they can take a better look at your eyes.

-Your chariot awaits, madam!

-Am I coming back here?

Yes, I still need to finish treating your burns and other wounds.

-Cool.

-Is there someone we can contact for you? Your mum?

No. Um, she's dead.

Anyway, I said, I'm 17, I don't need anyone.

Er, what are you doing?

-Sorry, I...

-It's none of our business.

Can we put them back where we found them?

She really seems to have no-one.

And she seems to be OK with it.

Some of us are fine with our own company.

She was attacked by a man, I mean, what if he was a punter?

What if it was a random attack?

Well, it might not have happened if she wasn't on the streets.

She's 17. What can we do about it?

Let's get another chest X-ray and repeat the gasses, please.

You sure about this? The brother's on the warpath.

Did you not hear the guy? He's desperate to give his evidence.

That trumps the advance directive, no?

OK, Daniel.

Daniel, can you hear me? There you go, there you go.

-You're back with us.

-All he's doing is making Daniel suffer.

Daniel?

Mike.

-Your kids? How are your kids?

-They're fine. They're fine.

Only two things I want.

Give the evidence, and to be back with the family.

-Right. He needs to rest.

-Will you leave him?

Or I swear, we'll sue you, we'll sue this hospital.

Let go, sir, or I will throw you out myself.

Michael. Come on, let's go.

-Do you agree with his conduct?

-OK, calm down. I need you to stay here

-till you calm down.

-This doctor, he can't do this!

If there's news, I will come and get you, OK?

Agh!

HE ROARS

-Isn't there anywhere where you can...?

-Ssh.

QUIETER: Isn't there anywhere where you can take her?

The hospital creche is closed. Anyway, she's quiet, look.

Yeah, that won't last. Will it?

-Anyway, you don't look the maternal type.

-What does that mean?

It's perfectly obvious what I meant.

-Any thoughts on her eye problem?

-None. Other than

-the condition's obviously pre-existing.

-So we can rule out

-the beating as a cause.

-I already have.

Then the violence today could have

-exacerbated the pre-existing condition.

-Well, what's your opinion?

MEGAN CRIES

Ssh!

I'm trying to think!

Hello, Ophthalmology? It's Dr Keogh here in CDU.

I sent a patient up earlier on, Rebecca...

No, she hasn't come back down yet.

In case you hadn't already gathered that.

No, no, I'll find her myself.

OK. We're going to need to get this X-rayed.

You must think I'm an idiot. Look, please, can you talk to that doctor?

Make him see sense? Please.

OK, I'll give you something for the pain in a second.

Just hold that up there for me.

That's it. You know, I think Dr Trueman admires him.

This is all about revenge. Dad ran the company then.

I'm not responsible,

but I'm going to lose my home, my livelihood, my kids' education.

What's to admire?

Is he going to be here a while?

He's probably going to be in hospital for the rest of his life.

Then he can't give evidence against us.

-What? Tell me!

-No, no, it's none of my business.

-Something's going on, isn't it?

-No, it's nothing.

-I've got to talk to my lawyer.

-You need an X-ray!

What did the judge say?

A video link?! Can he do that?

Well, you're my lawyer - for once, just give me a straight answer.

Can anything he says here be used in court?

Can we stop him?

-What are you doing?

-I dropped something.

-I was just looking for it.

-Right, I need you to come back inside.

I have your test results.

-Hey.

-Oh, hi.

-So, what's going on?

-Meaning?

Well, this morning, you were listening to me,

you were a team player, and now...

I'm just trying to do the right thing, Kirsty.

-Really?

-Yeah.

See, I thought the right thing to do would be

to observe an advance directive...

Look, the guy told me he wanted to testify. I'm calling it as I see it.

It's people's lives, Adam.

You don't have to live with the consequences, but they do.

You disapprove - message received.

Your chest X-ray shows minimal smoke damage, but you have a broken rib.

Ophthalmology can find no clue to your eye problem.

Your CT scan shows

no brain damage and no sign of a fracture on your skull.

Now, I've had a closer look at these X-rays...

Is that, like, a medical porn thing? "Check the bones on her"?!

Hmm. You have old injuries on your ribs. Old fractures, lots of them.

I'm clumsy. Always have been.

It looks like you've been the victim of repeated violence.

-That was a question.

-I know. I can look after myself.

I'd like to run some blood tests,

make sense of your loss of eyesight.

My eyes are fine now. Forget the nonsense,

patch me up and do whatever it is that you do.

Will you be quiet, please? And listen. Once you're discharged,

straight home, and no more rummaging through bins, because, frankly,

dressings are dull enough without us having to do them again. Understand me?

-When I ask you a question, you can respond.

-I ain't got a home.

-Right, that's supposed to make me go all weepy?

-No.

-Is there a hostel?

-If there's spaces, maybe.

Then do that. And don't think, because I asked, that I give a damn.

At least you're honest. Plenty of guys lie about giving a damn.

Just keep the dressings clean and dry.

-I apologise for earlier.

-Right.

Well, your brother's rallied a little. He's still very weak.

As soon as he's up to it,

he'll give his testimony on camera.

He's a brave man.

Er, I'd like a moment with him, alone.

So we can say our goodbyes again.

Yeah, sure. We'll give you some privacy.

Lenny, could you bring that screen in, please?

-Can I have some water, please?

-Yeah, sure.

Daniel.

Just relax.

David Menton.

Yeah, I remember David. He died last year.

I went to visit him...before...

HE WHEEZES

I said I... He asked me to fight for his kids.

They've got nothing, Mike.

-No money, no dad...

-Ssh, ssh.

I promised, swore I'd fight for them.

-None of this was to hurt you, Mike.

-What?

I love you.

I know you're...a good man.

Just shut up, yeah? Just for once.

Now drink this. It'll help.

Thank you, Mike.

Rest.

Everything OK here?

Yeah.

I'll be here.

Right, Daniel, the camera's ready, whenever you're up for it.

Thanks, Lenny.

Head hurts a bit. Be all right in a minute. Feel a bit sick.

Lenny, he's tachycardic. Did you repeat those gasses?

-Yeah, I did what you told me to.

-Do it again.

-BP's crashing.

-Let's get him flat.

Let's get a litre of saline, stat.

-Has anyone seen that porter?

-Big Mac? He's just gone on his break.

Very helpful, thank you(!) Er, could somebody fetch him, please?

-Daniel?

-Tess, can you get onto that?

-Daniel, can you hear me?

-Problem?

Mesothelioma complication.

-Pleural tap?

-Done it.

Someone's stolen all the lunches from the staffroom fridge.

See, we've got to be vigilant, catch the thief.

-You're not the thief, are you?

-No!

Hey, what's that?

Apricot yoghurt.

DANIEL WHEEZES

Er, give me a blood sample. You missed something.

-Like what?

-I'll give you five seconds to work it out. Five...

-If you've have something to say, say it.

-Hypotension, tachycardia, confusion?

Since when did being a clown fall under your job description? I have a patient here.

-Two, one. Cyanide poisoning.

-What?

That bitter almond smell on his breath.

-I'm slightly surprised you didn't pick it up.

-No, I didn't.

-Dr Lyons.

-I still...

Can you back me up?

-Smells like marzipan, yeah.

-Thank you. Hydrocyanic acid.

I thought you might be incompetent, but you're one of the 40%

of the population who can't smell it. Fortunately, I'm not.

So, shall we get him the antidote?

It can be fatal if it isn't cyanide poisoning.

Yes, but if I'm right and we do nothing, then he dies.

Your patient, your call.

Right, let's do it.

Lenny, get me 300 milligrams of dicobalt edetate. Now, please!

-You can't go around interrogating our patients!

-Problem?

Someone has stolen the food from the fridge.

There's a trail of yoghurt all the way to here. So the thief's in CDU.

Right, I'll call Security.

Hi, Security? Yes, it's CDU here.

Erm, I've got a couple of lunatics masquerading as members of staff.

-Can I have them removed, please?

-Come on.

Hold on, they're leaving. Scrap that. Thank you.

I really don't want to have to involve Security.

-Why?

-Er, to eat them?

Can you make yourself useful, please,

-and return this lot to the fridge, Dr Winters?

-How long have you been homeless?

-About six months.

-I caught her scavenging through the bins.

Sorry, I shouldn't be diagnosing.

-No, no, no, go on.

-OK.

So, what now?

Now, we wait, hope the antidote works.

But we don't take our eye off the ball.

If it isn't cyanide...

Come on, Daniel.

Tell me about your diet. Actually, no, don't.

-Do you ever eat any of the following - yellow or green vegetables?

-No.

-Fresh fruit? Liver?

-No.

-Milk?

-I eat what I can get. Usually leftovers.

You know, supermarket bins and that.

What? It's a crime what they throw away these days,

-it's just past its sell by date.

-Malnutrition.

-You don't get malnutrition in England.

-Oh, you do.

I think Dr Winters is referring to vitamin A deficiency,

which causes a condition called nyctalopia, or night blindness.

You can't see a thing in low-light conditions. It's usually temporary,

but it can get progressively worse, and permanent.

Come on, Daniel, show us something, anything.

Hang on. I think we've got him.

Yeah, his breathing's picking up. Daniel?

Daniel, can you hear me? Hey! Welcome back. You, er...

We encountered something we weren't expecting,

but we've dealt with it now.

Kirsty, have you got the activated charcoal? Thanks, right.

You need to drink this for us.

Do you think you can manage that?

Thanks, Lenny. Don't worry, this doesn't taste as bad as it looks.

-OK, I lied.

-Cameras?

They're here. They're waiting for you.

-Now?

-Well, if you feel strong enough.

Let's do it.

Guys, your Uncle Daniel...

He wants to be with his family. Let's just give him that, yeah?

Just make you a bit more comfortable here, Daniel.

Better? You have some visitors, Daniel.

Michael's kids.

-Daniel.

-Mike.

I brought the kids in to see you.

Can you hear me?

Take a sip of this.

Daniel? You OK?

You sure?

All right, just take your time.

Are you ready, Daniel?

Can I see the kids?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

He wants to see you.

Sorry.

I can't.

-Right, you stay with him.

-Where are you going?

-Hi.

-Megan all right?

-Fine. Chilling out.

-Chilling out?

Yeah, I don't want to disturb her, she's fine.

-Is that a blood gas?

-It's for Dylan.

-He's just with a patient,

but I'll get it to him.

-She is OK?

-Absolutely. I'll go and find Dr Keogh, OK?

-Erm, thank you, Dylan.

-It's Dr Keogh. Why?

-I got a visit from the fruit fairy.

-It wasn't me.

Right. You don't care.

Here.

OK!

-Cherish her.

-Oh, erm...

Don't ever give her up for anything.

Your patient's blood gas shows a very negative base excess

and high lactate, despite normal PaO2.

I'd say that's close to 100% cyanide poisoning.

What's the timeframe

-for cyanide toxicity?

-Why'd you need me to tell you?

I thought you knew everything.

No, just everything worth knowing.

-OK, OK, just tell me what I already suspect.

-If it's soluble cyanide salts,

say concentration of one to three mils per litre, minutes, to an hour.

Well, he was here at least an hour and a half

before he started showing symptoms.

So it was a member of our staff?

Or... No, no! Come on, you're just being selfish now!

-How's the hand?

-Yeah, I could really do with getting it taken care of now.

-Can I have a word, please?

-Yeah, I'm busy, Doctor...

-Now.

Er, would you mind?

Your brother was poisoned with cyanide.

He was given it here in this hospital.

Other than my staff, the only person who had access to him was you.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-What does your factory make?

Pesticides. Why?

You use cyanide as part of the process.

That proves nothing. You can prove nothing.

People come and go in this place, you can't say no-one else has access.

Did you slip it to him in his drink?

-You asked me for water.

-I'm not listening to this.

Hand this over to the police. Let them deal with it.

-It's not enough.

-Oh, no, no, no. No, you don't.

Look at Daniel. You are not going to take that away from him.

It's a lie. If he doesn't give evidence, the brother's won.

No, no, we have done enough. He's happy.

In his condition, moments like that are priceless.

Daniel, there's something I need to talk to you about.

-He's lying, Daniel.

-I can prove there is cyanide in your system.

Looks like he was desperate to stop you.

-Wait!

-Hold up, guys.

Hello, how can we help? OK?

I was just a teenager...

..in my father's study at home, when he took the call.

It was one of his suppliers.

Business wasn't good.

They talked about the materials.

Dad said they were asbestos-riddled.

But he started to talk it down.

When the supplier offered him a very low price, Dad wasn't sure, but...

..he thought at that price...

..he might be able to save the firm.

HE WHEEZES AND COUGHS

Do you want me to increase your pain relief?

HE GASPS

It was three years before the business started to pick up.

By which time, three of Dad's employees...

..had started to get sick. I never went to the factory.

I never liked it, and it was obvious that...

..brother Michael would take over the business.

Dad always used to pick me up from school. I remember thinking...

.."It must be snowing at the factory."

He always had snowflakes all over his clothes.

I used to pick them off and look at them.

I was amazed they would never melt.

-She discharged herself?

-About ten minutes ago.

We got her blood results back, confirmed the vitamin A deficiency.

-It was you, wasn't it?

-Sorry?

Filled her bag with food.

Oncology are expecting you. Someone will be down in a minute.

Well done.

Er, not a good idea.

And just so you know, the police have been informed.

We are obliged to hand over all samples, all test results.

-Good girl!

-Everything all right?

-Ssh.

-QUIETER:

-Everything's all right?

-Course it is.

-Hope she wasn't too much of a nuisance.

She can be a bit feisty. I don't know where she gets it from!

No, not at all. It kind of helped, having her here.

I hope she hasn't disrupted things.

No. You done, then?

Unless you need me to do anything else.

No, no. You punched your weight. Buy her a lemonade or something.

Blimey. Well done! You busy tomorrow?

Very. Yeah, yeah.

Please, not here. Can we do this at the station?

Ahem.

I'm fairly sure I told you to find somewhere clean and safe to sleep.

-Hey, you.

-Never mind "Hey, you".

-Well?

-Well, what?

-Well, did you find somewhere?

-What do you care?

What's your name, huh, girl?

Dervla. Don't let her lick your dressings.

Find somewhere. I mean it.

Ooh, that's a serious look.

Bye.

SHE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR

Yup?

Hi.

Erm, the oncologist's reviewing Daniel now.

He's comfortable, but a day or two at most, they said.

Well, he's down there on his own now.

Still think you did the right thing?

-I think I did my job.

-No, our job was to treat him. Nothing else.

His brother tried to poison him.

-He had a right to know.

-It wasn't your call, Adam.

You know, you can't behave like

you're the only one who knows what's right.

I behave in the best interests of the patient. Always.

Well, you cut out the team today.

Sometimes you act like the rest of us don't count.

It was just a decision that had to be made.

Now, me and team are about to go and get a bite to eat.

You're welcome to join us.

Come on, Derv.

Dervla, darling, come on.

Come on.

Dervla, come on.

Come on!

You've got to be kidding me. You think I'm going to take you in?

You don't know anything about me.

-I could be a murderer, or anything.

-Are you?

-Only when somebody really annoys me.

-The thing is,

it's people who want to help that I don't trust.

That's just warped.

Come on.

DERVLA WHINES

Oh, shut up.

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