Thanks for Today Casualty

HONKS HORN

SIREN WAILS

-Out the way, ya plum!

-Jeffery, we've got enough work without you making more for us.

-That's right, it says ambulance!

-Can you just chill out, please?

We're not going to get there any quicker!

We've got priority, pal!

What?

TANNOY: 'Due to strong winds, passengers are advised

'some flights are experiencing delays at this time. We apologise for any inconvenience caused.'

Hi. It's me, I made it after all. I'm in Arrivals.

And I can't wait.

'Passengers are advised to keep their luggage with them at all times.

'Any bags unattended will be removed without warning

'by security personnel.'

PLANE ENGINE RUMBLES ABOVE

I don't care what you're doing. I need some help 'ere. What happens about my case?

-I'm sorry, this gentleman is before you. Excuse me.

-Oh, that's brilliant. Thanks a bleedin' bunch.

-Um, excuse me. I just left that seat for a sec...

-And?

-I'm pregnant.

-It's not an illness, you know.

-Would you like mine?

-No, but thank you.

Thanks mate. I wonder what we're going to get coming off the plane.

One of the big ones? Heart attack, stroke, DVT?

You sound almost hopeful. Hope you're not wishing something bad on this poor woman.

After all the drunks recently, it'd be nice to attend.

Try and save someone. It's nice to feel needed, innit?

I don't know why you've arranged this. I'm perfectly capable of getting up and walking,

-I don't want to sit down.

-I'm Jeff, this is Dixie.

-You want to fill us in.

-She was taken ill on the plane.

-I'm fine!

-Mum...

you were in a state. She never flies, she's got a phobia.

-She couldn't breathe.

-Let's check you over then.

How are your calves feeling? Are they painful, or tender? Shortness of breath can be a symptom of DVT.

My legs are fine.

You'd have panicked too if you'd been stuck in that tin coffin for the last eight hours.

OK, well, let's get you to the ambulance

and get you in and make sure everything's OK.

-Has your mum got a history of heart problems or stroke?

-How would I know?

-I haven't seen her for 25 years.

-Hasn't this been the perfect reunion(?)

Thomas Little. That's the last of Adam's patients.

And there's absolutely nothing on Matthew Haddon?

That's everything we have.

Right.

This is ridiculous. In the States, you don't call an ambulance until a limb drops off.

-Why do you think I wanted you to come back home?

-OK, this way.

Come on, come on! My phone gets worse jetlag than I do.

-I'm just calling Lexi.

-Who?

-Lexi, my girlfriend.

I've only been talking about her for the past eight hours.

-Great, she's stuck in traffic.

-Well, you're the one I came here to visit.

'Passengers are advised to keep their luggage with them at all times.

'Any bags unattended will be removed without warning by security personnel.'

I just don't understand, why do you have to be like this? Lexi's part of my life now.

I know men. Girlfriends come and go.

Give it a year, you'll be the one saying, "Lexi who?"

-Could we save this for later, please?

-I don't think so, Mum -

Lexi's pregnant. That's why I wanted you to come here - you're going to be a grandmother.

ALARM WAILS

COUGHING

Mum, please. No, Mum, please! Mum!

Jeff!

You looking for these?

As a matter of fact, yes, I am.

Anaphylaxis?

No way. No way, Adam, you falsified these notes.

-Something we need to talk about.

-Yes, in my office. Now.

-PHONE RINGS

Holby City ED.

Yeah, OK, will do, thank you.

Explosion at the airport. Can you get everyone in, Tess? We've got a Mass Casualty Incident.

-OK, I'm fine, you don't need to walk me anywhere.

-Well, give me your number then!

I've just got a new number and I haven't learnt it yet. I haven't got my phone with me. I'll see ya.

PHONE RINGS

Weird! I THOUGHT I didn't.

Hello?

What?

What day is it?

Well, I can't be late, because I'm not meant to be in today!

What do you mean, an MCI?

Right. OK.

Sorry, mate. Have to love ya and leave ya.

SIREN WAILS

-What happened? I don't understand.

-Flying glass, mate.

It's cut through her scalp, it may have got an artery.

Turn this around! You should be helping those people back there.

-Let me out!

-Calm down, calm down, calm down.

I need to get you to hospital sharpish, all right? Believe me.

Now, my partner's with 'em.

-I'll drop you off and go straight back out, OK? Just stay calm.

-Come on, come on! Pick up, pick up.

'Hi, this is me, leave a message.'

Lexi, stop, wherever you are, there's been an explosion at the airport, anything could happen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm, nice and calm.

-That's all right, that's the way.

-I'll try her again.

PHONE RINGS

OK, can you hear me?

Can you tell me your name, mate?

Mike.

Mike. OK, mate.

PHONE RINGS

I'll sort you out, sweetheart. Good man.

Nice and still for me, OK.

OK, Dixie is our AIO, so she is your point of liaison with the ambulance service.

There's a Mobile Medical Team en route to the site. Armband.

-Armbands?

-The MMT have asked for one MCI-trained nurse and one doctor for site triage.

-Do I have any volunteers?

-Count me in.

-I'll go.

-I don't think that's appropriate.

-I'll borrow some.

Not cos of the heels. You're the Clinical Nurse Manager.

-You're running the MCI from here, with me, understood?

-I'll do it.

-I've just done my MCI training. I'll go.

-Me too.

-Dr Lyons, I need you. Clear the ED with the nurses

and then go to resus. Zoe, take over CDU for non-life-threatening urgencies

and set up the high-dependency cubicle for resus overspill.

Cubicles will be our walking wounded clinic and greens only in there. Thank you.

Big Mac? Action cards at the ready and MCI patient numbers as they arrive.

-I'll set up triage.

-Excellent. Linda, have you sealed the other entrances?

-I've only just got here. What for?

-Oh!

-Don't worry, Mr J. I'm on it.

Clinical Nurse Manager Andrews,

maybe you'd like to allocate some jobs to your team?

Adam.

About our conversation...

-I need you in resus today.

-I'm all yours.

You'd better be. I'm watching you.

WOMAN CRIES IN PAIN

Good driving, mate.

-Jeff. Didn't you hear? This hospital is MCI only.

-They are MCI.

-Just outside the blast zone.

-How's it look over there?

-Come on!

-Sorry. I have to get into my kit.

Let's go.

'CCTV images show the moment of total chaos

'when the explosion really hit.

'This is somewhere one would normally associate with happiness, people being reunited...'

-Someone turn the sound off!

-Diane Collin, 65, scalped by flying glass, it may have nicked an artery.

GCS is 15, BP's 110 systolic. She's had 10 of morphine.

-Right, who's this?

-This is her son Greg. He's got an open laceration on his right arm, code green.

-Thank you.

-Thanks, Jeff.

-We've treated her for breathlessness. She experienced it on the flight.

-Greg!

-I've got this, Nick.

-Greg!

Hello? Greg is it?

Mate, come through to cubicles and I'll check your injuries.

MOBILE BEEPS

(Mate, can you hear me?

(I know it's been a bit of a shock, but...cubicle's just through there.)

'Hey, it's me. I made it after all. I'm in Arrivals

'and I can't wait.'

-He's over here.

-His legs are trapped. The blood supply been cut off?

-Just his right leg, but yeah.

We might need to amputate.

Pulse is 110, BP is 100 over 80.

Let's get some morphine set up. Can we get rid of this debris, please? I need you to stay awake for me, OK?

Mads!

Mads? Can you stick with us, darlin'?

We're going to need you over here.

Just one second, I just need to...

It's you!

You've got to keep it together.

If he's too far gone, you don't label him red. You know the drill. Blue for expectant.

If he isn't going to make it, you'll have to leave him. Just focus on the ones who might.

When you're ready, thank you.

There's a lot of blood loss. Francis, get the big sutures ready.

-Where's my son? He was here before. He just vanished.

-I'm sure he's around somewhere.

That's the artery tied off, can I get the saline syringes, please? Thank you.

This is going to feel a little odd, Diane,

but I can't start suturing until the wound is absolutely clean.

-You really don't need to bother about me!

-Yes, I do, trust me.

Or some holiday you're going to have. ..The other one, please.

-So whereabouts are you from?

-Here. Born and bred about ten miles away.

Really? But you've lived in the States,

for ten or 15 years? You don't pick up that accent overnight.

-All right, ready for the sutures now.

-Adam, another one for you.

Uh, number four, thanks.

Unconscious. Serious head and hand injury with three fingers blown off.

GCS 8, pulse 175.

Where's my son gone? I need my son!

I'll send someone to find him, Diane.

Can you keep the pressure on there, please? I'll be right back.

This one's a priority. You get her straight to the ED.

What about me? I'm a priority and I'm sitting here like a lemon.

-Oi, I'm talking to you! I could be dying here.

-I've yet to meet a dying woman who yabbers as much as you.

-Why have I got a green one and he's got a red one? I want a red one.

-HE has a pneumothorax,

YOU just have verbal diarrhoea! Capisce?

I need seeing! What about a yellow one, then?

He's going off. Can we put him down, please?

Can you, er, can you go and get a defib, please?

Mads! What you doing?!

Concentrate on your breathing.

Straight through to Resus, please, thank you.

-And hand that in.

-Thank you. Who's next?

-This is Rex.

-Mac? What's going on out there?

They're wading through the press, it's taking twice as long to get the patients in.

Does no-one have any initiative round here?!

Carry on, sorry.

SHOUTING

-What happened?

-How many casualties?

Hello?

Hello, hello, excuse me everyone! Excuse me, hello? Excuse me.

Oi! Listen!

Thank you. I'm Linda Andrews, the Emergency Department's senior nurse.

I can answer your questions if you'll let me.

Please, if you'll just shut up and listen to me!

Our team is currently dealing with a Mass Casualty Incident

at Holby Airport Arrivals terminal.

We're seeing burns and blunts and penetrating trauma consistent with an explosion.

-Is it a bomb?

-All we know is that there's been an explosion.

-Police have yet to confirm a cause.

-Casualties?

-We know of 30 casualties

-and we're still bringing more in.

-Look, the truth is, I don't need this.

I'll mend fine.

Please stop!

-Why?

-I can't pay!

And if you think you're getting the money out of my son, my son doesn't care.

-He's got his own life now, a family on the way.

-Excuse me, doc.

Sorry, my love. There's no sign of him. He's disappeared into thin air, I'm afraid.

So...he's dumped me here and he's run away? Well, you won't get a penny out of him now!

What are you talking about paying, Diane? How long have you been out of the UK? We still have the NHS.

But if you're an ex-pat, that doesn't count, right?

Emergency care, it's still free. You don't have to pay.

So, why did Greg go, if he's not worried about paying?

He must have his reasons, He flew you over here, didn't he?

Maybe he's just realising what I worked out years ago...

..families are more pain than they're worth.

So you've been back already, right?

-Have you seen my girlfriend - white dress, heavily pregnant. She's called Lexi.

-Sorry, mate.

Maybe that's good news. If she was really bad, you'd have seen her, cos you take the worst hurt first?

-Mostly.

-Well, what do you mean, 'mostly'?

Surely it's common sense - the people who are really bad, who need most help, you take them first.

Unless...

My husband, have you seen my husband?

Our daughter got lost, he was looking for her. He came through here. His name's Ash, he's 39.

I'm sorry, I haven't been asking their ages.

You...

..have to help me find Ash, he could be in danger.

Well, he wouldn't have anything to worry about if he were still in jail.

They couldn't hold an innocent man.

Not once I'd told them where he really was that night.

Home...

..with me.

You lied for him?!

What are you even doing here?! I thought Ash might be waiting for a fare, but all of you?!

You HAVE seen him. Is he all right? You tell me he's all right!

-You were making a run for it, weren't you?

-Mind out.

-One second.

-He's supposed to be on bail.

-Where is my husband?!

He's badly hurt and went into cardiac arrest.

Where is he now?

Heading towards Holby City ED. If you hurry, you might catch them.

All right, gang, is everyone happy?

There should be a chair each. They're like gold dust right now

so don't about blocking a seat with one of your bags.

Thank you.

I'll be coming back in every hour with updates, or sooner if we get important news.

Oh, and I've spoken to the charity doing the catering for the relatives,

they should be along shortly with some free tea and coffee. OK?

What about the allegation that a nurse assaulted a patient?

That's...

Well, that's absolute nonsense.

I can confidently say that no Holby City medic would ever hit a patient.

I don't care if you ARE an orthopod or a paediatrician or a magician,

you do not come down to this department unless you're called for!

Until then, you are just clutter.

(Rubberneckers.)

Mr Jordan. This way.

What are they saying? Uh, come on, turn the sound up!

And then she hit him, right there in the terminal.

He's lying there defenceless, this Asian nurse - Indian, Pakistani, I don't know -

-just punched this poor man. The nurse was wearing a headscarf.

-Find out what's going on, please.

The man was already pretty badly hurt. Then I saw her whack him!

That was Terri Carmichael, herself injured at the blast

at Holby Airport, making some serious allegations.

Good luck to you, my friend.

OK, Jay, let's, er, get this guy a cephalosporin

-and keep him nil by mouth.

-Have we found his next of kin?

-No. If you've got time, let's find some ID. So far he's patient number 22.

-Have you guys seen the news?

A woman's making accusations, saying one of our staff assaulted a patient at the scene!

OK. Here we go. Rhys Carmichael.

-No telephone number, though.

-What, him? Let's see that.

-Right, that's the same surname as her out there.

-And?

What's the betting that that's her husband? She's mouthing off and we're treating him.

-Adam, another one.

-Get someone to find her, then.

-Come on then.

-Thanks guys, bed two. Let's get a sheet on it.

-Lexi! Lexi!

-Jeff, over here.

Please help me, I'm looking for my girlfriend, Alexa Coulson. Please, please!

Lexi!

Lex...

Please, help me, I-I'm looking for my...for my girl...

Lexi!

Mrs Collin, you're meant to be under observation.

I can still discharge myself! Medical care might be free here, but it's not compulsory.

-Go through that door, take the 2nd...

-You have better things to do, trust me.

-Linda?!

-Tess.

-Yes?

-I've got to get to the bottom of these allegations.

I'm swamped with this press stuff. Is there any chance you could take over?

-You want me to run the MCI with Jordan? Take on YOUR job?

-Just for today?

-Linda?

What is going on with the press?

-Your guess is as good as mine.

-Is someone doing something about it?

-I'm trying to. It can't be true.

The only nurse out there fitting that description is Mads, but...

There's no way she'd ever do anything like that.

OK, this is Ash Murad, 39, he's got a blunt trauma to his chest.

Could have been hit by flying glass. Cardiac arrest at scene, CPR given, two shocks.

This is his wife, Rani, daughter, Ani, both suffering from smoke inhalation.

-Straight through.

-You need to be treated, too.

-No, I'm fine.

-What about Ani?

-Adam!

-If you take them through to the walking wounded clinic, please. This way.

-Turn him around. Send him somewhere else.

-What?!

-You cannot treat him!

-Give me one good reason why not.

Adam!

Thank you.

Sorry, just wait a second.

-The whole reason for bringing her over here was to tell her together.

-Well, I know. It just slipped out.

How did she react?

Well, I don't know, I've barely seen her since.

Well, I was worried about you.

But she'll be pleased, right? Surely she'll be pleased.

What, about being a grandmother? Yeah, course she will.

I've helped you with stuff in the past. Can you just take my word for this, please?

A second line, please, and bloods.

Let's get a full blood count, LFTs, Us and Es, glucose and group and save.

-Lenny?

-Adam, are you OK?

-Yeah, fine.

This is a nasty break.

-Tell me what's going on.

-The blood seems to have settled.

Give him antibiotics and set up a femoral nerve block.

Dr Lyons, talk to me or I'm going to ask you to leave Resus.

Why do you want him out? What's the history?

You don't need to know. Trust me, you don't want to touch him!

Can we change this Donway for a Thomas splint, please?

Let's get a chest drain set up, Jane. Give him some Gelofusion.

-What possible reason?

-You've had some strict criteria over who you will and won't treat recently, right?

-That is over now.

-No matter what he's done?

-What's he done, Lenny?

He's a rapist!

There's two of you to think about now.

-Look, the X-ray was clear, they've checked my throat.

-You were right in the blast zone.

They'll put you under observation, check on you from time to time, where's the harm in that?

I just want to go home.

Well, you can't. At least not until I've found my mum.

Am I... am I all right to leave you?

I'm pregnant, I'm not made of glass!

Um, excuse me? Er, Diane Collin. Er, she's my mum, American lady?

-What, with the head injury?

-Er, that's her, yeah.

Yeah, she... She left, I'm afraid.

-I'm not letting you out of my sight.

-I just need the loo, I can go on my own.

Not after what happened this morning. You can't run off like that, I was worried sick!

-It's not my fault. I was following the man.

-What man?

And then she hit him, right there in the terminal.

He's lying there defenceless.

This Asian nurse - Indian, Pakistani, I don't know - just punched this poor man!

-Let's get the pain relief in, please.

-Did you hear what I said?!

-Did you hear ME?

That is not me any more. Judging people, I don't do that.

-Everybody gets treated the same. Now put the damn pain relief in!

-Dr Lyons...

I trust you're giving Dr Trueman your full attention.

He'll need an internal fixation. Let's take him up.

Making the incision.

Fifth intercostal space, anterior axillary line.

Lenny, can I have the chest drain, please?

OK, going in.

Even if it was Mads that he tried to rape?

Dr Lyons, I think you should maybe deal with Mr Carmichael from now on.

I don't see why I can't just radio Mads. This is important.

So is the MCI. Radio frequencies need to be kept clear.

Well, I can hardly leave and go to the site.

-Dixie, I need to talk to you about Mads.

-Sorry, I'm going back to the scene.

Is this is about that nurse that hit someone?

Allegedly hit someone.

I don't understand. Why would anyone want to do that, anyway?

Well, there's no imaginable reason why this nurse would hurt a patient.

Yes, there is.

LEXI GASPS

-Is your breathing all right?

-You can't just ignore me!

-My throat's just a bit tight.

-Can I get some help over here, please?

-There you are. Where did you think you were going?

-Nowhere.

-I thought you might've changed. This was going to be a fresh start.

-Me too.

Then I tell you about the baby and bang, you're gone.

-That's not what...

-What's your problem? You hate kids that much?

-I don't hate kids.

You hated me so much you moved half way across the world.

You loved your dad. You were happy with him.

-Like peas in a pod, you two.

-Oh, so I don't need a mother?

I pretended you were dead, did you know that?

That's what I told people for years.

I'm sorry.

We thought we wanted you involved. You're the only grandparent this kid'll have.

Maybe it's better off without you.

Maybe it is.

Um, excuse me, Mr Collin. Your wife, er, girlfriend. There's a bit of a problem.

-This is her boyfriend.

-We have to intubate. I need propofol and sux for the RSI.

-What's happening?

-Lexi suffered smoke inhalation during the explosion,

-she's having a bad reaction, her throat's swelling.

-But she was fine!

We're anaesthetising her so we can get a breathing tube down her throat...

-Apply cricoid pressure, count to 25, tell me when it's up.

-But she was OK.

She'll be fine, right?

Please, Lexi, please don't leave us!

-Are you all right?

-I'm fine.

We've been looking for you. If you hadn't been so busy with the TV cameras...

-I don't get it. What was he even doing there?

-We got the name from his wallet.

-Is it possible there are two Rhys Carmichaels?

-We split up two months ago.

Supposed to go on this holiday together, but...

He'll be having it off with some stewardess! Some anorexic,

-perma-tanned, blonde-tastic...

-Is this his?

-And you're saying head injuries?

-And his hand.

Three fingers.

They're hopeful the surgeons will be able to reattach them.

Well, whoever she is, he won't be much use to her like that now, will he?

Shall we?

He's just over there.

Rhys?

He's unconscious, we've got him intubated.

This isn't... It's not my Rhys!

-So, who the hell is this, then?

-Well, I don't know!

-Lenny, we need some help here. His vitals have dropped and his BP's hit the floor.

-What you playing at?!

-Is this your idea of a joke?

-Lenny, did you hear what I said?

Sorry, miss. If you'd like to wait in reception...

ALARM BEEPS

What are you doing about Madiha? She hit my husband! I've told you why she did it.

She is not safe to be practising!

-We're trying to save people's lives here.

-Mads hit someone?

There's accusations that Mads hit Ash Murad.

-It's not a joking matter.

-No, she didn't hit him!

It was a precordial thump! Mads was restarting his heart.

I'll get the word out.

It's a good job she was there, she probably saved his life.

Mum.

Mum!

Linda, need you back in here.

-You did the right thing calling me.

-But I dunno what's wrong with him. His systolic's at 89 and...

I don't get it. He's pale and clammy, his resps are 30!

Ash? What have you done to him?

Adam. Talk to me!

He's tachy. heart rate's 120.

We did everything right. Nick. I...

-Minimal loss into the chest drain.

-What's going on?

-Mum?

-Mum, it's the man, the one I was following.

-Not now, Ani.

That's why I ran off. He's the man who stole Dad's passport and stuff. He's a thief.

Can I get a wheelchair, please?

-Can you hear me?

-Clear!

-What's happening!

-Cardiac arrest, we're trying to get her heart rhythm back to normal.

-But the baby...!

Where are obs and gynae? We need to get this baby out!

-How long have we got?

-Minutes.

-Or what?

Or what?!

No time, I'm making a decision. It's a good job she's out and intubated.

Get me the resuscitaire and the delivery pack. We're doing this without them.

Lexi.

Please. Lexi...

Oh, it's not working, pressure's in his boots.

His pulses are unequal.

-Must be more than trauma from the explosion.

-Right, check that out.

-What's that?

-Nick?

Got a shard of glass. Four, maybe five inches long.

-The entry wound is tiny, but it's pierced the lung, the lung's collapsed.

-Get cardio-thoracics.

I tried sending someone up, they've got two on the table.

-We've been sending them up all day.

-She needs you.

-You'll have to wait for THEM. I want to find out what's wrong with this man.

-Fine. Let's swap.

Cardiothoracics are your specialty, not mine. She needs operating on now!

Please! Come on, this patient is dying!

You don't trust me.

After this morning, if this man dies, we are wide open to an investigation.

And if they look into us, into YOU...

I've made some big mistakes and let my colleagues down,

but if we save these people, it starts redressing the balance...

What about Dr Lyons? He's not exactly detached.

Lenny, he's not going to make the same mistakes I did.

He has his whole career in front of him.

If he dies, Adam...both of our careers are on the line.

Well, I guess I'd better save him then.

Dr Lyons, you're with me.

I can see the amniotic sac.

Cutting through.

It's a girl!

Greg, you've got a little girl.

-Why isn't she crying?

-Cutting the cord.

Get her into the resuscitaire.

Why isn't she crying?

BABY CRIES

Linda?

ALARM BEEPS

I've got a heartbeat on Lexi.

OK, let's get her sutured.

OK, chest drain.

Er, anyone else spot this rash on the shins, here?

-Might be Gummas?

-He's got spots on the palms. Let's have another look at that X-ray, please.

I still can't see anything, though.

The aortic knuckle is enlarged.

-Talk to me.

-He's got a double knuckle aorta.

Everyone was worried about the penetrating trauma, but it's the blunt trauma that's the problem.

The aneurysm was ready to blow and the blunt trauma's caused it to leak.

Right, OK, let's fast bleep the vascular team and try

cardiothoracics again, please. Get me eight units of cross-matched blood.

I don't understand, though - how's he got an aneurysm?

-No... No, he's...

-We won't know for sure without tests.

Right, h-he tried...

I'll kill him.

No. No! Don't go there! In here, we treat, that is all we do!

If Staff Nurse Durrani can get over it, so can you.

What?

The punch at the scene.

It was a precordial thump.

She was trying to save his life.

All right, Lenny? Are you with us?

Jay, let's ease back on the fluids, keep the systolic around 100.

I need a Labetolol infusion, an arterial line, a catheter

and a VDRL test.

Good work.

Light, please.

I'm just extending the entry hole.

Wow.

-Will she be OK?

-Baby needs to go to the Special Care Unit. If you want to sit with her, you can.

-Can you look after her?

-We will, she'll be fine.

Tess, I don't know how you did it today.

It was like a military operation in here.

I didn't envy your dealings with the press.

Dealing with the press wasn't so bad.

But the best thing about today was helping deliver that baby, just being a nurse.

Management, you can have it.

-You say that now.

-I mean it.

All the shouting and planning and organising, it's not for me.

I guess you saw that before I did.

Maybe it doesn't play to your strengths, but you were coping.

Coping, yeah.

But inside I've been hating every minute.

I'm handing in my notice as Clinical Nurse Manager,

as of today.

So if you want the darn job, you're welcome to it!

-Sure this is my husband this time?

-This time, the patient is talking, Miss. This is Rhys Carmichael.

Mac, please tell me there's a stewardess in there with him.

Rhys!

-What you doing here? Are you all right?

-I'm fine, I came to meet you.

-He only met her plane so they could get back together.

-Never do that to me again!

Me nerves are shot!

You want to surprise me, next time tell me first!

-Ooh! Some men are gluttons for punishment.

-Aw, sorry, sorry!

All I can say is, mate, rather him than me!

Any news?

Found this on the pickpocket's body.

-Well, it's not ours.

-Yeah, I know.

Just makes me wonder why he would have Ash's brother's passport?

I mean, the police have his passport, right, cos he's on bail.

They won't be too impressed to think he was trying to leave the country.

He's a cabbie. He's entitled to be at the airport, it's his job.

I've got no idea where the passport came from.

Why are you still lying for him...

-after all that he's done?

-He's my husband!

Nothing you can say will make me change my mind.

Mrs Murad.

May I have a word, please?

Syphilis?!

I'm afraid so.

It's been confirmed by the blood tests.

He's pretty lucky that we caught it in time.

I-I don't understand. He can't have...

-It's not possible!

-Well, he... he may have had it for a while.

My concern obviously is with YOU.

Have you experienced anything unusual? Any...

rashes anywhere or anything?

Wait...you think that I could have...?

No, look, we're married, we're a couple.

Neither of us have ever or would ever...

But the fact that your husband has syphilis, Mrs Murad, means that...

well, that one of you has contracted it from someone else.

You mean had sex with someone else?

Yes.

Look, you may not be infected. Let's just do the tests, yeah?

I shouldn't worry about your daughter just yet.

-Not until we've seen your results, anyway.

-My daughter?!

Er...

Yes. Syphilis can be passed on mother to child...

-..and since it appears that your husband may have been infected for some time...

-Ani...

Yeah.

Heard about your pre-cordial thump.

-I know, it's not in the guidelines any more, but...

-Did the trick, though, hm?

I'm headed back to base now, anybody wants dropping off en route?

We're done here now, kid.

OK?

Remember that time...

..when I went to the docs when Ani was born?

About the pressure on my heart?

No, no, I did tell you.

Blood pressure was a bit high.

Remember that footballer, that just conked out on the pitch?

They found he had a heart defect,

-no-one saw it coming.

-Just tell me.

Once and for all.

Madiha.

She been getting to you again?

I swear, I'm going to make a complaint.

I just want to hear you say it.

On my life.

On our daughter's life...

I swear, I never touched her.

-Or anyone else?

-Course. What you talking about?

Of course not "and anyone else".

What was that in aid of?

I'm only going up to the surgery.

Scared you're going to lose me, uh?

I know I'm going to lose you.

I'm dropping your alibi, Ash.

They told me why you have a heart problem.

-You have syphilis.

-No, you didn't hear them right.

-They've confused you with all their...mumbo-jumbo.

-Syphilis!

-Which you'd better pray very hard you didn't pass on to me and Ani.

-What?

You swore on her life, remember?

You better pray no-one takes that literally.

Is the baby all right?

-Yeah.

-And Lexi?

She's still pretty ill, but they're doing everything they can for her.

What about you?

About before, I, er...

I didn't mean I didn't want a grandchild, I meant that I...

I didn't to be close to another baby I was only going to lose.

Lose?

-You didn't lose me. You walked away.

-It was the best thing.

Your dad and I...

fighting every day. You don't remember?!

Yeah, I remember.

I thought if I wasn't happy, YOU wouldn't be. And I...

I just wanted to give us both a chance to find a...different life.

And did it work?

Did it make you happy?

I...I just missed out on so much.

Allegations against a nurse at scene have proved unfounded.

Meanwhile, police and fire-fighters have confirmed that they are still speculating that the explosion

was caused by workers drilling through gas piping.

Sources at Holby City Hospital have confirmed that despite the widespread destruction

-of the Arrivals terminal, there were no fatalities.

-Nick, you got a minute?

I was just thinking about you.

When I first arrived...

..I didn't think we were going to get on.

-Proof that first impressions are never wrong.

-Do you know why it was?

Don't tell me, we're too alike - heroic, charismatic, good-looking... something's got to give.

It was the jokes. The constant witty one-liners.

I thought to myself,

'is this man ever 100% serious about anything?'

Well...

..there's that.

Is that what I think it is?

-I don't have to accept your resignation.

-No, you don't.

But you'd only have to fire me five minutes later.

You've risked your job already once for me today, don't make a habit of it.

Have you seen the news?

We saved them...all of them.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Thank you...

..for letting me have today.

-Hey. Shift's not over yet, you know.

-Huh. The MCI is.

Murad's over too, by the way. They've got him under police guard.

-Do you think he'll go down for the, er...attempted rape?

-Mm-hm.

And for trying to skip bail by fleeing the country on his brother's passport.

He's not getting out this time.

Which of course means that you are free.

Which means...

I...

..am free.

Oh, does it? What, does this mean that you...?

It just means that I don't have to wear my heart on my sleeve any more.

Not wearing the hijab doesn't mean that I'm not a Muslim, you know?

Fair enough.

I still can't believe you tried to help that guy.

-See, if that was me, I...

-Yeah, I bet you think I'm a mug, huh?

-To be honest...

-To be honest, yeah.

To be honest, it makes me love you that much more.

OK, unknown female, approximately mid thirties, found unconscious.

-GCS of 3... after shocks.

-Oscar, out the way!

Right, straight through, please.

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