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-It looks different.
Multiple casualties in flash fire.
-If that cloud gets any closer you run, understand?
-Not whatever, you run.
-Perhaps opening early was reckless.
-This is Jon Marston.
-We were together all the way through this. I know him.
-The job offer, does it still stand?
When can you start?
TV: 'Eight people are now confirmed dead
'after dangerous chemicals were released following a gas explosion in Holby.
'Earlier, a multi-vehicle accident on Silverton Road
'led to a seven-year-old local girl being taken to hospital by air ambulance.
'Traffic was diverted to the nearby Silverton Estate, which is believed to...'
"GHOST TOWN" BY THE SPECIALS PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES
Good morning. I can't find any teaspoons.
Another one for the snag list.
Remember when we used to use thermometers? The NHS teaspoon.
-Welcome, Dr Kent.
Tom is joining us in paediatrics, effective immediately.
-Want a coffee, Tom?
-Nice to meet you properly.
-Ah! The chopper guy, right?
The reception guy.
Could you do me a favour?
Depends what it is.
Well, there's a bacon sandwich in it for you.
MUSIC: "Ghost Town" by The Specials
Today, as with every other day in ED, will bring all sorts of new wonders through that door.
When do formal post-MCI debriefs happen?
Oh, God, a Morbidity and Mortality meeting.
-Part of the job, Dr Keogh.
-I prefer death and doughnuts.
A death and doughnuts session.
Mutual support. Sharing feelings in an informal get-together?
Some people live, some people die, meeting over. Next patient, please.
Come on, we have a reception area full of patients, and I'm expecting a higher number of walk-ins today.
MUSIC: "Ghost Town" by The Specials
-'Hey, you three. It's me.
'Listen, I'll be back tomorrow morning. You want to have lunch, maybe?
'Call me, babe.'
'Hi, it's me again. I've just seen the news. Are you OK?
'I'll try your mobile.'
The ward sister says Izzy's doing well.
Ah, thank you, Doctor.
So, why don't you and Will go home and rest for a while?
And I'll call you if we need you.
-But really, she's going to be OK for a few hours.
And Dr Kent has brought Bobby back for you to take home.
OK, follow us.
All right, guv?
How's he doing?
108 on 56, still a bit tachy, around 110.
He's in a lot of pain.
He's not our patient any more.
Since when does that mean I can't take an interest in the outcome?
I know how you love a man in uniform.
-'We're not home. Please leave a message.'
'Hey, it's me. Are you back?
'I'll pop round. I'm back home.
No, no, no, no, stay, wait, sit...
And yes, bacon sarnie, bacon sarnie! Yeah! Good doggy.
You love a bacon roll. Oh, um, Scarlett?
Allow me, please.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Samantha Boddington. Samantha Boddington, please.
Ah, there she is.
Hey! He was as good as gold once I gave him my bacon sarnie.
-What a lovely dog. What's his name?
-Bobby. He's a she.
-Will's. They're not for me.
They only want you to feed them and take them on walks all the time.
Just take it easy for a few hours, OK? Izzy should be fine.
-OK, thank you. We won't be long.
Hey, Mac, he's good, that Tom, isn't he?
"Tom" is it now? He's your best mate, is he?
Oh, well, I've flown in helicopters myself, you know.
Oh, um, sorry, Tess, allow me.
CLEARS HIS THROAT
Tabitha Ward, please. Tabitha Ward.
-Have you seen the girl working in the shop?
She is well fit.
Nice one, mate.
You know, um...
they're going to take good care of you here, right?
I'm sorry, Jon.
I'm really sorry.
-Wasn't your fault.
-I should have listened to you.
We were both just doing our job.
I wanted to die.
Don't say that, Jon.
I had my heart broken.
And in turn broke my wife's heart.
She won't talk to me any more.
-Why don't you get some rest?
I'll come and see you in a bit.
Jon's wife. Heather.
I went round to see her last night.
-Told her the news.
-Is she coming in?
It was a difficult break-up.
Does she know how ill Jon is?
Yeah, I've told her.
Just, if it were me, I'd want to be here.
Yeah, well... Everyone's different.
I really think it would help Jon if he saw her.
Do you mind if I give her a call? Speak to her?
Give it a go.
-What do you want in your sandwich, Will?
MUSIC: "Ghost Town" by The Specials
OK, Will, listen to me, we have to go out now, OK?
So a bloke goes to the doctor's with a steering wheel stuck down his pants,
and the doctor says, "That must be uncomfortable."
He says, "Uncomfortable, doctor? It's driving me nuts!"
KNOCKS AT DOOR
Who is it?
Someone call for an ambulance?
-I'm guessing it was you.
-You on your own in there, mate?
-Yeah. I'm sorry. I would have driven to the hospital myself...
-It's all right, sweetheart.
You just sit down, and let's take a look at you.
I thought he might still be outside, you know?
The bloke who attacked me.
Was it someone you know?
I've never seen him before.
Oh, you've grown, haven't you, boy?
You don't know who I am, do you?
I'm a friend of your mum's.
Yeah, like Ben.
-Why don't you go see if Eve's in and play round her house for a bit?
-No. No, no, no, no.
I've got presents.
This is for you.
HE CHUCKLES It's only a game.
And this is for you.
Get it out.
I want to see what it looks like next to you.
Well, we'll check that out properly later on, shall we?
Come here, you. Aaw!
Make us a cup of tea, Luce.
I want to get to know Billy a bit better. Eh?
Shall we play your game, Billy?
Well, tea, come on, chop, chop. Lots of milk, remember?
Mrs Marston? Um, I'm just calling you about your husband, Jon.
Sorry, um, ex-husband.
It's just that he's asking for you.
Yeah, no, I am.
I completely understand.
Would you be able to come in and, um, see me?
Aah, you remembered. Not too hot. Just the way I like it.
See, she does care, hmm?
I don't... I don't think Will's enjoying this game.
-Ah, he is. You're loving it, aren't you, Billy?
Come on, it'll make a man out of you.
You've not had a proper male role model for a while.
It's too violent.
For God's sake!
You haven't changed at all, have you?
I'm just trying to get a little bit of family fun going, and you've got to spoil it all with your whining.
-OK, Will. Go to your room.
Go on, go to your room.
Me and your mum have to talk.
-You saw us on the news.
Then it was just a case of, uh, roaming the streets.
See, I knew you'd still have your grandma's lucky cross in the window.
Although it's not so lucky now, is it?
What do you want?
It's none of your business.
-Oh, you're my wife. It is entirely my business.
-No, I'm not your wife.
Oh, that was lovely, that was, wasn't it, hmm?
You ran away with my kids,
and then six months later I get completed divorce papers from your solicitor,
who refuses to give me your address.
I didn't ask you for anything. No money, no support, nothing.
-You took my children!
-They don't even know you! You were in and out of prison!
-That wasn't my fault. I was just trying to support my family.
-I want you to leave.
-Dream on, Princess.
And you know this Ben character...
He's not going to bother you any more, OK?
You see, me and him, we had a bit of a straightener.
What did you do?
What did you do? Aah!
You cheating bitch.
Mummy's room, now, quickly.
Open this door.
Why do you do this to us?
So unfair on the kids.
Come with me.
I've got a dating site I can recommend.
It's got normal blokes on it, not just flash doctors.
I was just checking how to spell his name.
Tom Kent? With all its many possible variations?
I heard he's not to be trusted.
Yeah, I've heard his name mentioned before.
Apparently, some junior doctors misdiagnosed a child who nearly died.
The consultant in charge tried to cover for them, till Dr Kent blew the whistle on them all.
Six of them got fired.
You want to watch yourself, Scarlett.
Careful... Just be careful.
OK. Well, the septum's clearly deviated.
I'm afraid you've broken your nose, Ben.
OK, just look straight ahead for me.
And the laceration above your right eye is going to need stitches.
OK, I know it looks pretty nasty right now,
but there shouldn't be any long-lasting damage.
He didn't even try to steal anything. Why would someone do that?
This way. Quickly. It's my wife and son.
-Why? What's happened, mate?
-I don't know. I came back and I just found them.
Isn't that Leanne?
Is he going to be OK?
Leanne? Leanne, can you hear me?
-Is this her little boy?
-What's he called?
-Right. We attended Izzy's accident yesterday.
Hello, Billy. Can you hear me, sweetheart?
OK, good boy. Don't you worry,
everything's going to be OK, your dad's here.
-What's your name, mate?
Can you keep talking to him, please?
Yeah, course. Billy, everything's going to be all right, OK?
Don't hurt me.
We won't hurt you, Billy. We just want to help you.
Listen, I think someone must have just broken in and attacked them.
Another one, eh?
Do you want to call the police, Jeff?
OK, little fella.
We'll soon get you good, lad.
-OK. This is Billy, age five.
Possibly attacked by an intruder.
GCS was 13 at scene, improved to 15 en route.
BP systolic at 95, his resps are 28. On three, please.
One, two, three.
And that's his dad over there,
They only left here a while ago.
I'm not really sure. I've already explained to the paramedics.
I just found them like this.
-Hi, Zoe. This is Leanne, boy's mum. Assault, GCS was three.
-Spare pair of hands here?
-It's OK, Lenny. I've got this.
Dr Lyons. Gentleman in pain here.
I'm just going to take you round to cubicles.
I want an urgent CT scan.
Airways are clear, breathing's good. Let's take a look at your chest.
Call X-ray for a trauma series, CT head and neck. Is Will allergic to any medicine?
I...I don't know. That was down to his mum, really.
OK, let's have the trauma films, I'll need a head CT scan
and can we call the neurology department and let them know ASAP.
That looks nasty.
I got it caught on the door at my house, it had been kicked in.
We'd better get you booked in. That might need stitches.
No, not yet. I'm not going anywhere till my family are OK.
Sure, I understand.
-Don't leave it too long.
Right, Mr Moore.
OK, when did the pain start?
I woke in the night with it.
-I can't even lie on my side.
OK, lie back for us. We'll get to the bottom of this.
IV morphine. When he's more comfortable, let's get an MSU.
I already asked for an MSU in triage.
He was unable to supply one.
So keep him nil by mouth till he does.
Erm, leave it with us.
Do regular neuro obs.
It's possible it's just a concussion and he's in a state of emotional shock,
-but as his GCS keeps fluctuating, I need to wait and see what the head CT scan shows.
-His poor family.
-Sorry - Mr Jordan? Police are in reception.
-I'll be straight through.
They're still alive. Let's keep them that way.
She's stable for now. Let's get her straight up for the CT scan, yeah?
-Are they going to be all right?
Billy, what about Billy?
Worst case scenario,
the head CT scan shows a bleed in the brain
and we refer him to neurosurgery.
Best case scenario, he's had a bit of a concussion
and after a period of observation he can go home.
What about my wife?
She has some facial injuries.
What most concerns me, though,
is her head injury. I'll know more about that after the CT scan.
Do you want to come with me, mate?
Also, my daughter's here. Bella.
Oh! Izzy? Yeah.
Well, I'd like to see her, please.
She's in the children's intensive care unit
and the last time I asked them, still sleeping.
So, look. You need
to take care of yourself too.
I'll get a nurse to sort that
-for you, OK?
-Quick as you can, please.
DCI Rippon. How do you do?
Nick Jordan, Clinical Lead.
-Your reputation precedes you.
I'm DCI Rippon. This is DS Khan.
Oh. I'm very sorry. I just assumed
Well, you don't look old enough to be a DCI,
if you don't mind me saying.
I understand there were two stranger attacks in Silverton this morning.
My people are at the crime scenes. We'd like to speak to the victims.
Right. We have two through in resus and one in cubicles.
Let's start with him, then.
Let's see if that's appropriate first, shall we?
I see you've brightened the place up a bit.
Heck of a first day for you yesterday, though.
I'm going to go and write up your notes
and then I'll come and find you.
Mr Peters, this is DCI...
I'm DCI Rippon, this is DS Khan.
We'd like to ask you what happened. So, tell me...
-Is that OK with you, Mr Peters?
-Yeah, yeah. Sure.
If you need me, I'll be in my office.
I'll just follow the trail of
OK, can we just go through the formalities first?
Can I have your full name?
Tell me what happened.
There was a knock at the door.
I answered it.
A bloke asked me my name.
-And your date of birth?
-September 20th, 1976.
Asked your name,
or asked you if you were Ben Peters?
Asked if I was Ben Peters.
I said yes, and then he clunked me.
I'm sorry. Can we just, um...
skip the paperwork and get on with this?
-I don't want to be away from my family too long.
Ever seen him before?
-Dark hair, blonde hair, redhead, a baldy?
Anything else stand out? Any scars, tattoos,
And did he say anything else?
No. After he punched me
in the nose he followed me inside,
kept hitting me.
I ended up on the floor
and he was kicking me.
Any trouble at work?
You're not knocking off anyone's
wife or girlfriend?
So we're looking for a white male, 30s, dark hair,
five foot ten, right-handed.
There you go.
And he knows your name and where you live. Ben,
this isn't a stranger attack.
There's a reason for it,
even if you don't know what it is.
Intensive Therapy Unit.
We haven't spoken in six months, you know.
Jon was exposed to
a mixture of chemicals,
primarily hydrogen chloride.
Don't go all doctor-y on me. It is BROWN sugar.
I'd like to interview the husband next.
Oh, um, sorry.
When you're ready.
Sorry, it's...what we call a Scotland Yard teaspoon.
Yes, we seem to have the same problem in the NHS.
So, like I said.
It's OK. When I saw the news last night,
I...looked up chemical burns...
A man as ill as Marston does not require a constant parade of visitors.
I'm fulfilling what very well may be his final request.
Personally I'd have preferred the Sugababes.
You're getting too close. He's not your patient any more.
Who are you again?
Well, we're still married but...long story.
Does he always talk to you like that?
He talks to EVERYONE like that.
Heather? You didn't have to come.
The doctor told me you wanted to see me.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I didn't ask...to bring you here.
I'm here anyway.
Did you talk to Ellen?
-It's not me he wanted to see, it's her.
We've been together 25 years
and you threw it all away, just like that. You were always
such a good judge of character.
Why throw it all away? Why go for a lunatic like her?!
I don't think this is appropriate.
-Sugababes would've been better, his tachy's 140. We need to...
Please come outside with me.
I think it's VT. I want to know if he's got vital signs.
So Jon had an affair with this woman, Ellen?
Yeah, she's quite a piece of work. She's beautiful, but...
never marrying, never having kids helps keep you young and slim.
She's a serial adulteress.
Now she's at the age where the only men left are widowed, divorced
or...other people's husbands.
-So why would Jon want to see her again?
She dumped him pretty much as soon as he left me.
It's what she does, once the initial thrill is over.
I don't know if it'll help Jon to see Ellen again but I know this.
She deserves to see HIM.
Leanne's going to have an operation to have a clot removed now.
Is there any brain damage?
-It's too early to say but we are concerned.
-OK. Thank you, Doctors.
Nick Jordan, I'm the Clinical Lead here. This is DCI Rippon.
-Do you mind if we have a chat about what happened?
-I'll leave you to it.
Do we have to do it now? My wife's about to have major surgery.
Then you've got nothing to do but wait.
Seems like an excellent time to talk. Help me find who did this to your family.
Yeah, OK. But can we walk to the shop? I could really do with a drink.
I have a CSI team doing the forensics at your house as we speak.
There's every chance we'll find their attacker.
You can't think of anybody who has a grudge against you? Or your wife?
Er, no. Well, I'm away a lot. On business.
I'd just got back from a trip this morning when I found them.
So when did you last speak to Leanne?
Er...yesterday, when she was here with Bella.
And she sounded OK? I mean, given the unusual circumstances, beyond that?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Same as always.
Another man was attacked a few streets away from where you live this morning.
Ben Peters. Do you know him?
-No, I can't say that I do.
-Any chance your wife knew him?
I don't know. Maybe, perhaps.
Do you and your wife live together?
-It's just...there are three messages on
the answer machine at home for Leanne. I assumed they were from you.
One saying you'd be back today,
one calling when news of the incident broke...
Yes, that was me, of course.
And then one saying you were back home and you'd pop round.
We're going through a difficult patch.
I rented a place for a while just to give Leanne a bit of peace.
You see my wife, she's... She can be unstable.
When I came home and I found them,
I thought that maybe she jumped off with him.
'This is Heather Marston. I'd like to talk to you.'
There's nothing to say.
'It's about Jon.'
He's seriously ill.
I'm sorry to hear that, of course.
No, you're not. You couldn't give a stuff and I don't care
but he needs to see you, Ellen.
'I think you owe him that.'
Leanne and Isabella Forrester's records from yesterday.
The father isn't listed on any.
Could it be an oversight from all the chaos yesterday?
Leanne says Izzy's father abandoned them when she was a baby. She didn't know where he was now.
Every time I tried to get more details from her she just came up with excuses.
Plus yesterday, she was upset about having her face being shown on TV.
She's hiding something.
Chris, let me show you where you can wait more comfortably.
-He's doing fine. Starting to come round.
-He hasn't said anything about what happened yet, has he?
But I'd like to leave him a little while longer. You can wait in the relatives room.
-Yeah. Yeah, that'd be good.
-OK, this way.
'I've checked on Isabella.'
She's still asleep, but her obs are excellent.
As soon as she comes round, I'll get you in with her.
As soon as Leanne comes out of theatre, I'll let you know.
So just hang on here a few moments
and I'll go and check on the kids again,
and I'll get you in with one of them, OK?
Be back shortly.
Step closer. He can't see you.
I missed you.
At the end, I...
..I just wanted a friendship, at least.
That would never work.
Not for you, no.
So what happened to you?
What did he say?
He said, "You did," Ellen.
You happened to him.
I finally got a sample. I need you to take a look at it.
Aha. If it's taken him this long,
I reckon there's a microscopic haematuria in there.
Renal colic. CT KUB.
I've just had a call from one of my officers at Leanne Forrester's house.
-Her mobile rang a few moments ago. My men let it go to voicemail.
The caller ID came up as Ben Peters.
Well, he claims not to know his attacker.
And now I have Leanne's husband suggesting his wife jumped deliberately.
Meantime, Ben Peters is denying having an affair with anyone,
and Mr Forrester is denying knowing Ben Peters.
You're talking about Chris Forrester?
-I don't think he is who he says he is.
Well, yesterday we treated the mother and daughter. She never once mentioned a husband,
except to say he'd abandoned the family a long time ago.
Today Chris Forrester calls his kids different names from the mother.
Billy and Bella instead of Will and Izzy.
-What kind of family does that happen in?
-Nor did he know whether his son was allergic to any meds.
-So if he's not Chris Forrester, who is he?
Would fingerprints help?
That...is completely unlawful.
I asked you to leave me alone, Jon.
It's totally unacceptable for you to have involved me here today.
I didn't realise till today...
..that you were the single biggest mistake of my life.
(Heather. I'm sorry.)
(I'm truly sorry.)
MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY Jon. Jon!
He's arrested, let's get him to resus. Jon, can you hear me?
Chest X-ray and blood gases. It's pneumonia.
-And he said it was renal colic?
-Yes, but the dipstick was negative.
-I'll talk to him.
-I think Lenny was distracted with what was going on in...
-It's unacceptable. Linda, thank you.
His real name is Christopher Johnson. He's got a charge sheet longer than your arm.
Absconded on bail two years ago from a serious GBH charge.
Divorced by his wife, Lucy Johnson, nee Forrester, in his absence.
-She's been in hiding. The news - they've been showing Leanne's face on TV all day.
-Where is he?
-He's in the relatives room.
-Then we're going for him.
MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY
OK, stop for a sec.
How's he doing?
-He's taken Will.
-Charlie, we've lost the boy, the paeds patient.
His father's real name is Chris Johnson.
-The mother has been in hiding from him. Keep your eye out?
-Alert the wards.
He may be going for his daughter next in Paeds ITU.
Right, I'll call Security.
-Chris Johnson. This is Senior Charge Nurse Fairhead.
'Could you please bring your son back to ED?'
He is seriously ill.
I've looked everywhere.
Well, look again!
-Just take it easy, OK? Take it easy.
-Think about what you're doing. Wait! Stay there.
-There's nowhere for you to go.
Chris. I'm not sure what you had in mind,
-but I'm pretty sure it wasn't this.
-I just want my kids back.
Let us go. I can look after them.
No! He's mine, you're not having him.
Chris, you need to think about this, OK?
I saw your medical bracelet earlier. You have epilepsy.
Your heart's racing, your blood pressure's climbing, you're in danger of triggering a seizure.
If you drop him, Chris, we will do everything in our power to save him.
And even if we fail, we'll have done our jobs and we'll move on.
But you - you won't. If you drop that boy...
..I guarantee you the rest of your life will be a living hell.
You tried it your way. It didn't work out.
Don't punish Will for this.
Billy! His name is Billy.
He prefers Will. I think he'd like it if you called him that.
You all right?
Is everyone in agreement?
Time of death, 15.02.
You did everything you could for him, Sam.
Can you squeeze my hand, darling? Good lad.
I think we're doing fine here. Mac, how are you?
Oh, I'm fine. A sore arse can wait. Let's get this boy sorted.
Come on, my lovely. There we go.
-I've got the lorazepam.
-Let's get an oxygen mask on him, please, and the line in.
There you go.
Right, titrate of lorazepam,
one milligram at a time until the fitting subsides. There you go.
-We'll get him into resus, then he's all yours.
-My men are on their way.
It will take some time,
but all the signs are that both Leanne and Izzy will make full recoveries.
-Will is going to need plenty of rest. A couple of days.
But there's no physical problems. Just hold him a lot.
So Leanne never mentioned her husband to you?
No. And having met him, I can see why.
She'll appreciate your understanding.
Understanding has got nothing to do with it, mate.
I love her.
I owe you a drink one day, delivering Johnson on my patch.
Plus it doesn't hurt that it happened the week before I become Superintendent.
Oh, really? Well, congratulations.
Listen, that drink sounds very nice. How about this weekend?
I said, one day.
See you, Nick Jordan, Clinical Lead.
See you, Detective Chief Inspector, soon to be Superintendent Rippon.
-They're on me.
Just to say thank you all very much for your hard work over the last few days.
There you go, tuck in.
-You should have first choice.
-And Big Mac gets second choice.
Yes, well done for catching that boy. You should take two.
Fair enough. Anyone for a cup of tea?
One hell of a day, after everything yesterday.
What's all this? Oh, doughnuts!
No, no, no, no.
Yes, courtesy of the boss.
Anything you'd like to say, Nick?
No, no, no. You carry on. Dr Lyons, can I have a word, please?
-I'm loving this new doughnut policy.
-Your kidney stones patient.
I'll follow up...
It wasn't kidney stones.
He has pneumonia.
I'm sorry. When he described the pain...
-I think you need to concentrate on cubicles for a while.
Treat it as a refresher course, OK?
And in future, talk to your patients. Listen to them.
Special delivery. Just arrived at reception for you just now.
"To Dylan and Sam."
-They're from Heather.
-No, no, no, no.
-They're to both of us.
You keep them. You're the one who gave them...
Well, it wasn't a happy ending, was it?
But you know what I mean.
Actually, I do know what you mean.
I know you better than you think.
You can have my doughnut, grumpy.
-Yeah, well, it's been a tough two days.
We've had the death. And you've all earned the doughnuts.
So thank you all very much, you kept it going.
Well, you kept me going anyway.
-Night, Charlie. Goodnight, everyone.
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