Next of Kin: Part One Casualty

OK, we've got a male, approximately mid-thirties,

severely intoxicated.

He's vomited and he's started to fit. His GCS, varied,

between 9 and 14, his B/P is 95 over 60,

his sats are 95.

-Which one, please?

-Number two.

-Thank you.

-High risk

-of possible missed head injury.

-OK. right, let's get him over, please.

-Has everyone got a bit?

-Yep.

-Yeah.

-Yup.

-On three. One, two, three.

And over, one, two, three.

Lloyd?

Maintain open airway. Begin primary survey. Crash bleep anaesthetics. He'll need arterial blood gas.

No signs of trauma. I'll do blood glucose. May need IV dextrose.

So, I will put another line in.

He's fitting.

All right, make sure he's on his side. O2 and suction.

4mgs of IV lorazepam and give titrated doses of 1mg at a time.

-Get that line in.

-I'm trying.

Well done.

Crisis averted. Any other comments?

He might need a catheter to prevent him from wetting himself.

Woah, woah! It's not gonna happen, all right?

Stop there!

Erm, mid-thirties?

-Yeah, I was just doing a bit of improv, you know.

-Ah, yeah?

So, congratulations, Grasshoppers.

Competency assessment achieved!

-So, what happens now?

-Well, nothing. Same as before.

Now you don't need your hand held every time you put a line in.

Right, I've got to go. I'm late. I've got a very important date.

Woo hoo!

RADIO MUSIC PLAYS

I don't want to be here. Not today.

I want to visit Mum.

We talked about this. I'm working. You'll feel better when you're with your friends.

-I don't have any.

-Then make some.

Lily?

Hi.

Dumped again on a Saturday morning?

You could say that.

-Oi!

-Oh, God.

-Pyro!

-Wheezy!

-Let's get inside.

-Mr Jordan, I've done a spot check...

-Talk to Charlie, Frank.

-He's not in yet.

-Well, he will be soon.

I've got fire doors propped open. Flammable waste around.

Exit corridors blocked with trolleys. Not to mention indifferent and impertinent staff.

Yes, I'm looking at you, Dr Lyons.

Fire doors are not my jurisdiction, Frank. Talk to the Trust.

And whilst I share your frustration with indifferent and impertinent staff,

let me assure you that anything I say will make no difference at all.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Lighten up, Frank. It's Christmas.

What?

Come on, Jake!

Run.

-Get in!

-Shut the door!

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

I can't find the light switch.

Where'd you get that?

My mum.

Your mum gave you a lighter?

Not exactly.

She didn't need it any more. So I took it. It's mine.

Is that why they call you those names?

"Pyro"?

You like fires or something?

Doesn't everyone?

RUNNING AND SHOUTING

-Shh!

-'Maybe they're here. Can't find them!'

Oh.

-God.

-Oh, dear.

You got a flat.

What? At the worst possible time.

Is there ever a good time?

-Especially not when you've got a hungry six-month-old to deal with.

-What's her name?

-Evelyn.

-She's beautiful. Hey, Evie.

I think she likes you. I better call the breakdown service.

Can I give you a lift somewhere, or...?

No, I...I couldn't possibly impose.

Well, it's no trouble at all. But it's your call.

-No. It's not, apparently. Battery's dead.

-Mmm.

One of those days, eh? Do you wanna borrow mine?

Do you know what? I only live five minutes down the road.

# Don't cry, honey, don't cry

# Gonna walk out that door... #

Who's that?

Brotherhood of Man.

She seems to like it.

Yeah, she's got good taste.

You got kids of your own?

No. Not that I know of.

Er, you missed my turn off.

No, I didn't. Exeter Road's blocked off.

I'm going to swing back round.

Idiot!

Hey, hey, hey, it's OK. Just a loud noise.

-Evelyn?

-What is it?

-She's bleeding.

Hey.

Am I too late? Is everything OK?

-You OK?

-Yes. Yes. And yes.

It's beautiful.

It's a splodge.

Yeah, but she's a beautiful splodge.

"She"? It's not even 12 weeks yet.

Yeah, but I've got one of my feelings. It's gonna be a girl.

And she's gonna be perfect. Just like her mum.

Mate, can I, erm, get a copy of that please?

Is that all right?

Thanks.

Coast is clear.

Lily?

My mum was killed in a fire.

That's why they call me those names.

You should tell someone.

Do you know what a flashover is?

It's when a fire gets so hot that everything that can burn, does burn.

Everything just...

explodes.

-That's how they make me feel.

-You're freaking me out.

-I'm not a freak.

-Sorry.

It's just...how do you know all this stuff?

My grandpa told me. He used to be a firefighter.

He was a hero.

Used to be? What does he do now?

-A bit more to the left.

-Bit more to the right.

-Which is it? Left or right?

-Right.

-Left.

How about out?

Whose idea was this?

-Him.

-I might have known it.

Well, Mr Jordan's going to hear about it.

-Ah, Frank. It's a bit of fun.

-Look. It's a fire hazard.

-Frank, it's a snug.

Somewhere where the little people can get away from the silly season.

-Little people?

-Porters, maintenance, receptionists, fire safety officers.

Holby's little seen but important underclass.

Somewhere where we can have a break, nice cup of tea. Except we haven't got a kettle yet.

If this is about the "little people", what are you doing here?

Actually, I'm just about to leave.

Oh, I've got to go, too. Sorry, mate.

Erm...would you...would you give...?

No, maybe not.

-How are we looking?

-Busy. But I think we're coping.

-Famous last words.

-Can I get some help here, please?

Right, erm. we need a doctor over here, please.

OK.

Hi, I'm Dr Winters, this is staff nurse Andrews.

-What happened?

-I don't know.

One minute she was fine, the next she was bleeding.

-Can you switch that off, please?

-Did she fall?

No. Nothing like that at all.

OK, let's get her through to cubicles. Linda?

Mum? I can't talk right now, I'm at the hospital.

Yeah, it's...it's quite pretty.

It's a splodge.

Quite. A healthy splodge, though, I hope?

So far. I mean, it's just a nuchal scan.

Come on, Ruth, you're 27.

You're hardly in the risk group for chromosomal defects.

Well, I want to be prepared.

I don't want anything to go wrong.

Well, if you want to take any time off, or a change of role, perhaps.

A change of role?

You might want to step back. You're about to become a mother.

An Emergency Department is... it's a high stress environment.

It's my environment.

It's your decision. As long as you're happy to handle it.

PHONE RINGS

Well, I guess I'm about to find out.

Jake... Jake, no... Jake!

Jake! Jake!

Jake, where are you?

Jake! Jake, come on!

Fire exit is this way, come on!

Jake!

Come on, open!

Keep away from the bullies!

Please!

Where have you been?

I've just been...just on my break?

We need you. We've had an incident at a youth centre and we're under pressure.

I didn't know that.

Your phone isn't on.

Look, Charlie, I'm sorry.

-I've had other things on my mind, OK?

-Like what?

Like, erm... OK...

Oh, my...

I know! I know! That's exactly what I said.

Does Ruth know?

Of course she knows. She's the mother!

Charlie... Listen, actually, do not tell Ruth because she will kill me.

I imagine she's planning to take things easy.

Taking it easy? Ruth?

She's responsive.

B/P is OK,

so she should be fine to take home once the bleeding's stopped.

But it hasn't stopped! Why?

Er... I'm not sure.

Could it be serious?

Well, no, not yet. Erm...

Are you sure there was no fall or trauma of any kind?

No. We were stuck in traffic, an ambulance went past.

She started crying and, and then there was blood...

Has she had nosebleeds before?

Not since she's been with me.

Sorry, erm, are you not the parents?

No. I'm sorry. I'm an emergency foster carer. And...

I'm sorry... I don't even know your name.

Damon.

Damon here was just a kind stranger giving us a lift home when it happened.

Look. Evelyn's been with me for just under five weeks.

And in that time, she's been fine. Not even a bump.

I know you think I'm overreacting but something's wrong. I know it.

OK, I'm going to need a history.

Do you know who her parents are?

Father's unknown. Mother was...

Annie McLean. Prostitute and intravenous drug user.

She OD'd in this hospital six weeks ago.

How do you know that?

I recognise Evie. They were patients of mine.

Evie was exposed to heroin in utero and then again via breast milk.

Maybe that could explain...

Yeah. Let's get her to HDC for observation.

I'll need a full range of bloods and cross match.

I'll need Annie's records.

I'll get them.

OK, Zoe, Jake Coulson, 13.

Crushed in a bunch of people running from a smoke-filled building,

GCS 15.

BP is 125 over 80. Pulse 80, Sats at 97%.

He's going to be OK, isn't he?

-We'll take good care of him.

-Please... He's my friend.

Mr Jordan, we need to talk.

-Not now, Frank.

-It's important.

We're busy! Look around.

It's a bit sore, isn't it, Jake?

I think it's only bruising but I'll run tests to be sure.

Can we take him to CDU?

Yeah. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Excuse me.

Clear corridors and all that, eh?

Lily?

Grandpa?

Are you hurt? What are you doing here?

Frank? Not now.

What are you doing here?

Racing a sick baby to the hospital.

I'm the hero of the hour.

Don't play games with me. How did you find her?

The real question isn't how I found Evie. It's why.

A picture of Annie. So what?

You were her boyfriend before you were her pimp.

You must have hundreds of photos of her.

That picture was taken by an associate of mine

three weeks ago in Manchester.

Yeah, imagine my surprise

when I was told, by you, that Annie was dead.

It got me to thinking, if you lied to me about Annie dying

what else might you have lied to me about?

Like who Evie's father might be?

See, that's the thing about telling lies.

They always come back at you. There's always consequences.

The fire doors were locked. Chained from the outside. That's illegal.

People got hurt.

It's all right, it's all right, it's all right.

The most important thing is you're safe.

-I'll ring your dad, tell him you're...

-No.

Not today. He won't want to hear it. Show me around.

I'd like to see where you work.

I'll take you up to the office and get you a drink, shall I?

Yeah, OK.

Jake's going to be OK, isn't he?

Yeah, he'll be fine.

He better. Anything happens to Jake and you'll pay.

All right, I'll pass on the message. Dr Hanna's looking after your friend.

I'm busy with this lad. Any special treatment for him?

He can go to hell.

Chip off the old block, there, eh?

You seem to be breathing a little easier?

Hadn't noticed.

You still feeling pain in your ribs?

Not sure if it's my ribs but something feels all tight inside.

A good sort of tight, though.

You copped a couple of knocks in there. I'll get a doctor to look.

Do you want me to see if your girlfriend's out there?

She's not my girlfriend.

She's very nice, isn't she?

Yep. That's what makes her so dangerous.

Thanks.

You've done nothing but look after me today.

Couldn't exactly walk away, could I?

Most people would.

If five years of fostering's taught me anything,

it's taught me that.

Tough gig. Why do it?

Well, someone's got to. I mean, someone's got to care.

Got kids of your own?

I've been there. I tried it.

And I can't try again.

Hm. What about adoption?

Well, I hadn't thought about it. Until now.

Evie?

I see her as my second chance. Everyone deserves a second chance.

I hope so.

Can you come with me, please?

This is Jake.

Presented with fractured ribs, cuts, swelling, bruising,

shortness of breath.

Gave oxygen but tightness in the chest got worse.

What are you doing here?

I was paged.

Sorry, I couldn't find you.

Er, did you bother to ask if he was asthmatic?

Yes. He said no.

He lied. Didn't you, Jake?

Five milligrams of nebulised Salbutamol.

And 50 milligrams of stop wasting my time.

Was that entirely necessary?

Probably not. No.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-I didn't want you to think I was a nerd.

Don't you think you should aim for someone closer to your own age?

-What would Lily think?

-I don't care what she thinks.

She's just feeling guilty about what happened at the Centre.

Are you saying she had something to do with it?

Ah, there you go. Lemonade, wasn't it?

I was just...

Best leave the past alone, yeah?

That's what Dad says.

"Don't talk about it, Lily.

"It's done."

-"She's gone."

-Well, it's difficult for your Dad, isn't it?

It's difficult for ME.

Dad doesn't care about me. And he certainly doesn't care about you.

I've heard him.

He says you've lost your bottle, that's why you've retired.

And why you're doing THIS.

Have I ever told you how much you look like your mother?

It's uncanny. It's like two peas in a pod.

People react in different ways to grief, Lily.

PHONE RINGS

Frank speaking.

Yeah, er... No, no, I'll see you there about three.

Yep, OK, three.

Lily!

RADIO: # I don't want a lot for Christmas

# There is just one thing I need

# And I don't care about... #

Ow!

Hey! Oi, what're you doing?

-Take it easy.

-Why does everybody keep saying that to me?

-(What?)

Mr Jordan suggested I might want to take a step back.

Charlie said the same thing.

-They're just looking out for you.

-Charlie? Well, what's it...

# I just want you for my own... #

-You told him, didn't you?

-I, erm...

Look, it just kinda slipped out.

I know it's not been 13 weeks yet but you've got nothing to worry about, trust me.

I thought I had, Jay.

Ruth, it's Evie. She's tachycardic.

Ah... OK.

Sorry...

Jay, can you help me with something?

-Oh, Scarlett! Is this a medical emergency?

-No.

Well, then deal with it yourself. Cut the umbilical cord, yeah?

-Mr Malloy?

-Yup?

-It's about your granddaughter.

-Have you seen her?

-Systolic's 63.

-She's less responsive. Let's do a full ATLS survey.

-(Ruth, have you got a minute?)

-No, not really.

Look, I don't want to leave it like that, OK?

Like what? Look, Jay, it's fine, OK.

-We're fine. I just... I'm a bit busy, yeah?

-Ruth.

I thought they said there was no trauma.

SIRENS WAIL AS SHE FLICKS AT A LIGHTER

Lily! Have you lost your mind?

-That lighter... That's Kate's, where did you get that?

-I found it.

-Give it to me.

-What's wrong?

You tell me! What happened at that youth centre? Why does your friend think you may have been involved?

-He's not my friend.

-Well, I made a few calls. There was no fire.

Somebody set off a smoke bomb.

-Lily, people were hurt!

-Leave me alone.

-Running away?!

-Your mother would be ashamed of you.

-And how would she feel about you?

-Coward.

-What?!

-You sent Mum into the fire, didn't you?

-Ordered her in, then left her to die...

-Come here, you!

-Get off!

-Lily!

-Let go of me!

Whoa, whoa! Frank, it's a wee bit public.

She's just a kid! What's got into you?

What happened to her?!

We were hoping that you could tell us that.

-You think that

-I

-did this?

-We're just trying to figure out what's going on.

Has anything happened to Evie in the last 12 hours?

A fall from a changing mat or...accident in a push chair?

No! Nothing like that!

It might've been me. When we were driving, I was cut off, I had to brake.

It was hardly anything. We were barely moving at the time.

It does match where child safety belts would be, which could indicate lap-strap bruising.

It could hardly cause THAT.

-Is this little lady ready to be moved?

-Yeah.

-Where are you taking her?

-Her haemoglobin's down, which could indicate intra-abdominal bleeding.

I've ordered an ultrasound to see what's going on.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, it's me.

She what?! Is she all right?

'Yeah, she's fine, mate. She's with us at the moment.'

-At Holby City Hospital.

-I can see that.

Mum?

Well, that was quite some fall you had there, Alice.

-I'm sorry to cause you such fuss.

-SHE COUGHS TIGHTLY

-Don't like the sound of that.

-There's nothing you can do.

Could be a chest infection. Let me just have a listen...

-She's right, there's nothing you can do.

-It's...lung cancer.

End stage.

Why didn't you mention this when I took your history?

I didn't want to worry you. There's nothing you can do about it, dear.

BLEEPER SOUNDS Sorry. Excuse me. I'll be back.

What a nice girl.

-Mum, what happened?

-You did.

-What are you talking about...?

-I needed you. I called you...

-I was busy.

-Doing what?

-That's my business.

-Looking after me should be your business.

-What, you did this to punish me?

-I did it to teach you a lesson.

I won't have you abandon me like your father did, Damon.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

Ultrasound's clear. I don't understand why this haematoma is developing.

-This doesn't look like a minor RTC.

-Sarah and Damon swear it was no more than minor breaking.

-Paediatrician's been held up.

-It should have clotted by now.

-That's the question and solution.

-What, a haematological problem?

-Clotting disorder maybe.

-Nothing in the mother's notes suggested it.

-We need to find out what this is and quickly.

This level of bleeding may lead to haemorrhagic shock, renal failure.

-Do we know who the father is?

-Father's unknown.

I know who the father is.

HE COUGHS AND WHEEZES Is the nebuliser not helping?

Giving me a headache and making me itch.

-I'm not sure you should be in here.

-I just want to talk to Jake... to apologise.

He's Evelyn's father?

-Yes...

-I don't understand. How's that possible?

-This must be a surprise...

-A surprise?

He's not her father. Her father's unknown.

This man's a stranger. We only met today, didn't we?

-Y-you just met me but I...

-You've been following me?

-I'm sorry.

-You're SORRY?

-Look, your daughter is bleeding and we can't stop it.

-Why?

It's not clotting.

Evelyn's got a blood disorder, we think, which is... It's genetic.

And there's nothing in Annie's history to suggest she might be the source.

I understand. I can't help you. There's nothing wrong with me that I know of.

-No prolonged bleeding after an accident?

-As far as I know, I bleed the same as any other.

-I'm sorry.

-So what happens now?

Well, we could do a scan, see if there's a tear or if we've missed anything,

-but she'll need a general anaesthetic.

-Do what you need to.

-This isn't YOUR decision.

Charlie, can you take over, please?

Well? Haven't you got something to say to me?

-You said you were my friend.

-You could've really hurt someone...

If I wanted to hurt someone, I would've. Could bring this whole building down if I wanted to.

-HE COUGHS AND CHOKES

-Jake? Jake!

-HE CONTINUES STRUGGLING TO BREATHE

-Jake! Help, he's stopped breathing! Jake! Jake!

HE TAKES A FEW SHARP BREATHS

HE MAKES CHOKED BREATHES

SHE COUGHS WHEEZILY

HER COUGH RATTLES

COUGHING SUBSIDES

I wanted to talk to you about Damon.

SHE TAKES SHALLOW BREATHS

Where is my son?

He's with his daughter.

Damon doesn't have any children.

It turns out he has a daughter. You have a granddaughter.

A daughter?

That explains...where he's been going.

Why he's abandoned me.

I'm sure that's not true.

-Do you have children?

-No, not yet.

Be warned...

they're a constant disappointment.

-Alice...

-He did this to me.

-Did what?

-This.

SHE TAKES SEVERAL DIFFICULT BREATHS

When I tried to get him stay with me this morning...

..he hit me...

..knocked me down.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

My son...is a violent, brutal soul.

He was responsible for his father's death.

He'll be responsible for my death.

And he'll be responsible for that child's death, too.

It's my fault.

I gave birth to him.

It's in his blood.

-Jay!

-Hypotensive and tachycardic. He's more short of breath despite being on the nebuliser.

-What happened?

-I don't know. One minute we were talking fine,

he was joking about having a headache and itching and...

-..then next, this. What did you say to him?

-Scarlett...

-Nothing!

-He was fine. What did you do?!

-Staff Nurse Conway!

-Look, I'm sorry but he was fine!

-No, he wasn't. Recognise that, Scarlett?

-Urticarial rash, an allergic reaction.

-To what?

-Does it matter?!

He's in delayed anaphylactic shock. Let's get him to Resus.

-Haemophilia?

-In a baby girl?

Look, I know how it sounds but it fits. Think about it.

The nose bleed, the bruising, the lack of clotting.

-I checked. Annie McLean is a silent carrier.

-Haemophilia is X-linked,

-so Damon would have to be a haemophiliac.

-Maybe it's so mild it's never been diagnosed.

Ruth, I haven't got time. I have to do a CT scan.

Look, I treated him... about six weeks ago.

I knew that I'd seen him before. Scalp wound.

We patched him up but it was oozing when he discharged himself.

Suggests prolonged bleeding. Haemophilia.

You can send her for a CT but it won't help with clotting.

-She needs Factor 8.

-If you're wrong on this...

-No, I'm not.

-Please, trust me.

-OK, I'll get on to it.

-Where did that come from?

-Just something that his mother said.

Look, she said some other things as well. Er...

She accused Damon of hitting her.

I mean... Do you... Do you think he's capable of that?

-Security, please.

-What are you doing?

I know he's capable of it. And why would she lie?

Hey, you. What you got there?

Nothing.

Can I help you?

You can give me one of those cigarettes.

You don't look very well.

That's because I'm not. You look lost.

Maybe we can help each other out.

What's wrong with you?

I have lung cancer.

And you want a cigarette? That'll kill you.

It already has, little girl.

You can have them. I don't want them any more.

I thought she'd be here.

What, Lily?

Guess she couldn't face the consequences of her actions.

You still think she made them smoke bombs? What makes you so sure?

She's angry, troubled. Her mother, my daughter, Kate...

she died two years ago today.

I know.

I should have been there for her.

Mr Malloy? I found her wandering the corridors.

Looking a bit lost.

This is all my fault.

I'll, er...let you have a chat.

Oh, Big Mac?

For the snug. Nicked from the staffroom.

Right.

Come on.

Let's keep going with the nebuliser, back to back, yeah?

OK, let's give 0.5 milligrams, one in 1,000 adrenaline I.M.

200 milligrams hydrocortisone and 10 milligrams chlorphenamine I.V.

Yeah.

I don't understand. Shouldn't the asthma medicine be helping?

Jake's having an allergic reaction. What was in the smoke bombs, Lily?

Just the basics. Sugar. Saltpetre.

Potassium nitrate.

I just wanted to get him away from there.

Get him away from the bullies. I'm sorry.

Her BP is stabilising. It's better.

Good. Right, she's no longer tachycardic

which means the haematoma is no longer extending.

Excellent. Well done, Dr Winters.

Do you want to tell her the good news?

If you need me, I'll be through here.

It's worked.

She's going to be OK?

She'll need ongoing care, but she's stabilizing.

Now we've diagnosed her, we know what to look for.

Can I go back to her?

Yeah, of course.

I'll give her some space.

You'll do more than that. You'll stay away from her and Evie.

What's going on?

Your mother's made an allegation of assault.

You're going to keep me from my daughter?

-We're going to protect her.

-From me?

Yes. From you.

She says she feels you're a danger to Evie.

As you were to her and your father.

My father committed suicide when I was four years old.

I might have my faults but even I wasn't that precocious at that age.

Why would she lie?

Because it's what she does. It's who she is.

But she's right about one thing. I can be dangerous when I want to.

I'm her son, after all. Where is she?

Do you want me to get Lily?

Go. I've got to get back to work. Go on. Talk to him.

Then we'll see about getting you home, yeah?

What if Jake hates me?

What if he doesn't? Go on.

Hey.

Hey.

You can say it, you know?

Mum, Dad.

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

There we go.

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

ELECTRICAL BUZZING

Why'd you do it?

Do what?

Lie.

You forced me. You were planning to abandon me. For what?

Some whore's whelp?

Evie is not a part of this.

I will not let you ruin this for me.

It's for the best. You're not capable of love, Damon.

How do you know that?

You know it, too. It's what I made you. But it's all right.

You've got me. I still love you.

I love you too, Mum.

MONITOR ALARM BEEPS

Mum?

Bye, Mum.

FIRE ALARM SOUNDS

Control from Fire Officer. Smoke unit in zone seven's been activated.

I'm on my way.

Can all you stragglers make your way down here quick as you like, please?

All right, everybody else carry on making your way to the fire exit.

-Is this a drill?

-We don't know yet but to be safe, make your way to the assembly point.

-Yeah, but what about Evelyn?

-We're moving her to Paediatrics. I'll come and find you.

-I'm fine in here. Do you want to go and deal with this?

-Yeah.

It's going to be fine.

What are you doing?

-Taking my daughter.

-Are you mad? There's a fire, for goodness' sake.

It's a false alarm. I started it.

VOICE ON RADIO: Fire Safety from Control. You there, Frank?

Control from Fire Safety.

Report status, please.

Frank? Frank?

Frank, are you there?

Alerting fire brigade now.

-What happened?

-Nothing. A prank.

She's dead.

Damon, this is dangerous. Evie's still very sick.

Then I'll take her to St James's, but she's not staying here.

-You can't possibly think you can get away with this.

-I will, with your help.

Why would I help you?

Because you lied to me. Because you risked your job, your future and even your life

just to keep me from my child. I figure you owe me.

Well, no signs of a struggle. Looks like she just passed away.

You didn't see anything?

I never even noticed her till you got here.

I've got to go and reset the alarms.

-Woah, woah, hang on. Are we evacuating or not?

-Not.

Why not? Surely the fire brigade have been called.

-There was a fire.

-It's out.

You do your job, I'll do mine.

Hello, Frank. Do you want a hand moving the old bird to another zone?

Yeah, we, er...

-We need a hand moving her to the morgue, mate.

-Oh, you're kidding.

I thought she was hard as nails.

Look, you two picked her up, didn't you?

Do you know what happened? How she hurt herself?

Yeah. Cigarettes.

-What?

-Well, she climbed up to get a packet of fags

and the chair must have slipped.

Ruth? Right, I'll inform the Coroner.

-You need to tell Charlie about this. And Jordan.

-Yeah.

This way, please! This way!

Keep moving, please!

You're smoking during an evacuation.

I think my irony meter just exploded.

-SHE LAUGHS

-You have an irony meter? How ironic(!)

OK, everyone. False alarm. Sorry for any inconvenience,

but you can all go back inside.

At least that's what I was told.

Keep coming this way, please. Keep moving.

ALARM STOPS

ALARM RESTARTS

Oh, sod it.

Control, I've reset the board but it's gone off again. Same zone.

Must be a glitch. I'll check it.

Copy that, Fire Safety.

Yeah, and FYI, I'm going to disable the alarms in zone seven.

Let us all get a bit of peace and quiet.

FIRE ALARM CONTINUES

Is there really a fire?

Well, you should know!

I found this and a dead old lady in zone seven...

and a fire. So you know what I'm talking about?

-It's not what you think.

-I've had enough of your lies. I've broken every rule in the book

so your dad doesn't learn about this. Why, Lily?!

Lily!

-You're not thinking straight...

-She belongs to me.

I'm taking her, we're out of here.

No.

No, I'm not going to let you take her.

-You can't stop me.

-I can try.

You dealt drugs to prostitutes.

You lied about my girlfriend dying.

You lied about my blood type.

You had my child taken into care.

You broke just about every legal, moral and ethical code in existence,

just to keep me away from Annie and my daughter.

I could end your career. I could end your life.

But you still get in my way. Why?

For Annie and Evie.

They deserved a second chance.

What about my second chance?

For some people, there's no such thing.

-Have you heard from Frank?

-Nope.

-Well, keep on it.

-Will do.

So, what happens now?

We're moving her to the paediatrics ward.

No, I mean,

what happens after...?

She's your daughter after all.

No, she deserves better than that, better than...

If you want to adopt her, I won't get in your way.

Why?

Some people deserve a second chance.

Some people don't.

Shall we go up?

Damon.

I'm afraid your mother passed away.

It was her time.

What? That's it? You don't care?

Not any more.

So, what? You're just walking away from your daughter?

What kind of parent are you?

I'm damaged goods, Dr Winters.

I'm my mother's son. That's why I'm walking away.

Better she never knows who I am.

What I am.

There he is.

-All right?

-Oh, I don't know.

Panel says there's a fire in zone seven.

But there isn't. I put it out.

-I definitely put it out.

-What's in zone seven?

Nothing, just pipes and brickwork and...

And the basement.

Um...the snug?

Hey.

You OK?

I don't know.

I don't know if I can do this.

What?

Leave this?

Work, you mean, right?

Look, maybe you don't have to.

Ruth? We can make it work.

No, no, no. You...

You don't understand. I don't... I don't think I can make this work.

I don't think I can make us work.

Ruth, what are you...?

You're not making sense.

Yeah, I think that's the problem.

Damaged goods.

Sorry.

Smell that?

I don't smell smoke, if that's what you mean.

Yeah, that can make it even worse.

It's not good. Something's wrong.

Should we find out what, then?

It's warm.

Lenny, no!

EXPLOSION

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