Zero Zum Game Casualty

HELICOPTER ROARS, SOLDIERS SHOUT

PANTING

-EXPLOSIONS

-Pick it up, boys, pick it up!

-HE SHOUTS:

-Stay with me!

-EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE

GUNFIRE

Come on, nearly there! Hold on for me! Hold on, son!

Stay with me, stay with me! Stay with me!

SOLDIER: Get back!

WOMAN'S VOICE ECHOES

SHE SHOUTS

Take them straight through!

Move it, move it, move it! We need some help here!

Nearly there! Hold on for me now, please!

-Hold on, son!

-Don't leave me.

-Right, what have we got?

-Cat two injury, IED bilateral.

Right, OK, let's get him X-ray on chest, pelvis, legs.

I think we should get a tube in. Pete, tube in, please!

Bloods, gases, please.

Yeah, OK, let's cross match eight and run in two units of O neg, OK?!

-Keep that tourniquet on as well, please, guys.

-What's it look like?

Well, the, er, the right leg is unsalvageable and the left leg is going that way as well.

Pressure on, guys! OK, let's do those gases!

Now, please!

< WOMAN SHOUTS

What going on here? What's going on?

-What's happening?

-Her son is sick, he's not breathing.

-Slow down. ..Explain to me.

-Her son is sick.

-He's not breathing right.

-OK, is she a civilian?

-She's a civilian.

-OK.

Yes, we'll treat the baby! ..Bed two. We'll treat the baby.

-Sam?

-Right, OK, check his pulses, please, guys, and keep that pressure on harder.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Where you going? Where you going?

What's in the bundle?

Bomb!

WHISTLE BLOWS

Thank you, everyone. Exercise over.

PEOPLE CHATTER

Well done.

SHE SIGHS, MOBILE PHONES RING

-Bet it feels like you've never been away.

-Something like that.

-Hey...

First day back in the office, always tough.

Probably should've checked the baby wasn't a bomb, though.

-Thanks for the tip.

-Captain Morrison, ready for debriefing?

Coming, ma'am.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Coming through!

Aw, 15 minutes late, Lloydy boy, I expect better from you.

-Printer trouble. Where is he?

-Where's who?

New nurse. Meant to be orienting him.

-Name's Adrian. Adrian Fletcher?

-Ah, I think he means Fletch.

Oh, right, yes. Fletch! He's a good lad.

I've got an induction planned - a lot of stuff to go through.

Induction manual.

Oh, well, you're a bit late, son. He's been in cubicles for 15 minutes.

-He's started already?!

-Soon as he got here.

He was supposed to wait for me!

-Yes, well, I don't think Mr Fletcher is the type to hang about.

-Meaning?

-Well, he's already joined my lottery syndicate.

-What lottery syndicate?

-Ah! Mr Jordan, sir. The candidates are all present and correct.

-Good-oh.

I expect you'll be wanting an experienced member of staff

to give them the guided tour, give them a taste of work here.

-Uh-huh.

-Leave it with me.

..repeat the chest X-ray?

-Oh, Zoe, er...

-Yes?

-I'm interviewing all day today.

-Will you, er, keep an eye on things out here for me?

-So Sam is going?

-Yes, when she gets the call up.

-Shame.

-Well, we all move on.

We have some excellent candidates here, you know.

-This girl got a double first in medical sciences...

-Very impressive.

..and she was the youngest member of the Oxford Debating Society.

Well, I can't wait to meet her(!)

Mocking achievements - very unattractive quality.

-Do you want one of these? It's filthy stuff.

-Thank you.

They all look very earnest.

Yeah, God knows what crazy overachiever we'll end up with.

LAUGHS: One good thing about Lenny, you could never call him that.

-These are interviews for Sam's job.

-Oh...

-Right.

-Sorry, I thought she would've told you.

Oh...there's, er, no reason why she would've.

SOLDIERS DRILL

Sam!

Sam!

SHE SIGHS

How'd the debrief go?

Oh, fine. Box ticking, mainly.

-Bryant wants a word before you head off.

-Oh!

Nothing to worry about.

-Vaughan, I nearly got us all blown up.

-It's a tricky call.

It wasn't, but... thanks for stepping in.

It's good to see the old team back in action again. We missed you.

-Good. I've missed you too.

-Not been busy with all your new NHS mates?

-THEY LAUGH

-So are you back out next month?

Yeah. You?

-Fingers crossed.

-Feels like going home, doesn't it?

Yeah. Better go see if they still want me, though.

You'll be fine. See you on the plane.

All right?

Amy Harris, please. Amy Harris.

-Tess, um, Amy's had a bit of pelvic pain.

-It's not that bad, though.

OK, I'll be with you in a minute. Sit back down.

-I could come back another day, if you're busy.

-We're always busy.

-OK.

-About Staff Nurse Fletcher.

-Breath of fresh air, isn't he?

I wouldn't know. He's gone AWOL.

-Right.

-No-one's seen him for the past half hour.

-OK.

-The thing is...

-Thing is what?

-Follow me.

The sound's driving me crazy, I've already had two garages look at it.

-And?

-Well, he used to be a mechanic.

-Who did?

Fletch.

Oh, the state of this engine, Tess!

-I'd have had you down as a boy racer or something.

-Is it that bad?

No, I'm only messing. It's in good nick, actually.

-Oh, and I fixed that rattle for you.

-So quickly?

Nothing to it, really.

Fletch, this is Lloyd.

Nice to meet you, mate.

-I've...got an induction planned.

-I kind of just got stuck in, really.

Yeah.

Well...see you back in there, then.

-He does like to take things seriously.

-You'd never have guessed.

HE LAUGHS

TELEPHONE RINGS, SOLDIERS DRILL OUTSIDE

Major Nicholls. Stand easy.

Sorry to keep you waiting. How did you find it today?

A little rusty, ma'am.

Been away a while.

-I understand that Corporal Dean was called to your GMC hearing.

-Yes.

It can be very unforgiving, what we do. People make errors of judgement.

But you need to be able to cope when you meet the same situation again.

You understand that's why I wanted

to include certain unexpected elements in the exercise today.

I need to know that I can rely on you

to make the right decisions when they count.

You can absolutely rely on me.

I am prepared to dedicate every waking moment

to making sure I'm ready for the field.

I promise I won't let the team down again.

I spoke to Captain Morrison.

If the shot wasn't safe, then you made the right call.

It's no secret that I had my reservations about you re-joining the team.

But he tells me you gave a very good account of yourself in there today.

Don't let me down.

Thank you, ma'am.

-So what exactly happened?

-I just got this, like, bad cramp.

-And it came on suddenly?

-Yeah, I knocked over a display

in a posh shop. I shouldn't be allowed in those places anyway.

-SHE LAUGHS

-Have you had the pain before?

A bit. Well, it's probably nothing.

-We have a new nurse starting today. Staff Nurse Fletcher.

-Fletch.

If you could turn to "initial assessment".

Right-o.

-So...any other symptoms? Any bleeding?

-A little bit, maybe.

Is there any chance you might be pregnant?

Mmm. We've been trying for a while. We've not managed it yet, though.

OK, we need urinalysis with a beta HCG and a routine BM test.

-Well, what might be wrong?

-We'll let the doctor check you over.

So, if you could take obs,

-you'll find the protocols listed in the manual.

-In the manual, yeah.

-I'll go and find Dr Hanna.

-Mmm.

SHE GIGGLES

MUSIC ON CAR RADIO

Vaughan?

Don't move him! I'm a doctor.

-Is he conscious?

-I don't think so.

-Were you involved? Are you hurt?

-No, no, I just found him like this.

-Have you called 999?

-Yeah, they're on their way.

Vaughan? Vaughan, can you hear me?

If you'd like to take a seat,

Mr Jordan will be with you in due course.

OK, if you could get hold of his GP notes for me, I'll give him a call.

First Lenny, then Sam.

Seriously, is it me?

Um, if you don't mind, I'm in the middle of a chess move.

You're playing chess? Who you playing?

Er...the only credible opponent I could find.

You're playing mental chess against yourself? Why?

Well...I wouldn't expect somebody like you to understand.

-Are you in training or something?

-No.

-Is it fun?

An excess of mental energy requires an outlet.

A lot of white noise.

Not a problem I would imagine you're overburdened with.

No, absolutely. Well, I mean, I used to play in college.

So maybe we should have a game.

-If you're so brilliant, it'll be a doddle.

-Fine.

-You get a board.

-OK, loser gets the drinks in after shift.

Can my prize be that I don't have to come?

< LAUGHS

-Just a little bit of swelling there. Is that sore?

-Not really.

OK, we'll have to run some tests. Have we called your partner for you?

Husband. But I don't want to bother him.

-Well, in the circumstances...

-He's got a long day.

-Lots of clients and meetings and things.

-We might have to keep you in for a while.

But I'm meant to be cooking a big meal.

I bought like a million ingredients. Really posh ones as well.

Probably sounds a bit stupid, doesn't it.

We'll be as quick as we can, yeah.

LFTs, U&Es FBCs, clot and group and save.

What is that about? Panicking about her husband's dinner.

-I take it Mr Hanna's not getting his tea cooked, then?

-Not exactly.

-Is he a doctor as well?

-Actually, I'm single.

-You're kidding?

-Very happily so.

Really?

Yes! I don't have to cook and I spend all my money on shoes. Bliss.

Do you know what? I know this really nice fella.

Recently separated? He owns three garages. I could set you up with him, if you like?

I'm single by choice, if you must know.

-Aren't you worried you're going to get left on the shelf?

-Bloods. Now.

-Where did you find that guy?

-I think he's rather fun.

Tess!

All right, I'm Fletch. Nice to see you. You good?

Cheers.

Hold still for me. Vaughan?

-Hold still for me, OK?

-I need to get out.

No, you don't! You could have a serious head injury!

Vaughan, try and stay calm for me, OK? I need to immobilise your neck.

Vaughan.

-You got him?

-Yeah.

I can't believe it! This is amazing!

-Dr Hanna will do a scan just to make sure everything's OK.

-What about the pain?

It's not uncommon in early pregnancy.

My horoscope said I would get good news from someone with an accent!

-That's you!

-Hey-hey! Well, there you go!

-It's written in the stars.

-I need to ring Michael.

-Oh, my God! Could you get my bag for me, please?

-Yeah.

-Thank you.

-I remember when my wife told me, it was one of the happiest moments of my life.

-I was out in the back garden...

-I'll leave you to it.

-Cheers.

Yeah, and, um... I wondered where she was, so I ran upstairs...

SIREN BLARES

OK, tell them we need a spinal board and Frac Pack, OK.

-My leg hurts.

-Come on, tough guy. Don't let the side down.

-Sam?

-Hey.

A friend of mine. Vaughan Morrison. Looks like he hit the tree head on.

Blow to the face and looks like a lower left leg fracture.

-Resps 18, pulse 90.

-Don, we're going to need IV access, please.

-OK.

-Do we know how it happened?

-No. Found him like this.

-OK.

-There's a wet patch here.

-Spilled my water.

-OK. Right, we'll get some morphine in him, then we get him boarded.

-Great.

-Got it?

-Vaughan, my name's Dixie. We'll take care of you, sweetheart.

Have you got any pain anywhere else?

All right, then, just sit tight for a second.

We'll get you some pain relief to help you.

SIREN BLARES

Is there a danger of your making a move before the shift ends?

I'm just getting my strategy together.

-Right. There is a strategy, is there?

-Mm-hm.

Ooh...

You happy with that?

Haven't let go yet.

-Now your move.

-Sorry, Tom? Sam needs to see you.

-I thought she wasn't working today.

-She is now, mate.

Yeah, right. Right, I'm there.

Nice move, doc.

-What have we got?

-Right, this is Vaughan Morrison, 40.

Car hit a tree. Possibly KO'd, but his GCS is 13 throughout.

On three. One, two, three.

Query fractured left fib, BP's stable at 110 systolic,

pulse is 85, sats of 97 and I've given him ten of morphine.

-OK, thanks, Dix.

-It's all right, Vaughan. I'm here, OK.

-You know him?

Yeah. We were at Camp Bastion together.

OK... OK, breathing sounds good.

Do a trauma series, full bloods and another line in. Vaughan?

Vaughan, can you hear me? GCS is still down.

-Let's get him in for a CT as well.

-OK, I'm on it.

-Leg. My leg.

-Don't you worry, mate, I'm going to take good care of you.

Let's give him another five of morphine as well. ..Oi.

-It's your day off, we can handle this.

-I'm staying.

Well, you better go scrub up, then.

-OK. Time to take a look.

-I can't wait for Michael to get here.

It's our second anniversary next week, what a great present.

You know what men are like to buy for.

Actually, um, Dr Hanna's single.

Oh...you poor thing.

No, I'm fine, really. I prefer it.

Well, don't you get lonely?

-I could find you someone. I love matchmaking.

-Please don't.

Don't you want to meet someone?

-No, I'm...very busy at work.

-What?

-Like, forever?

-Time to concentrate now.

MACHINE BEEPS, AMY GASPS

I think I can see it! Look, I can see its face!

-OK.

-AMY LAUGHS

Lloyd, could you sit Amy up, please, and wipe off the gel?

-Fletch, could you contact Dr Keogh for me, please?

-Yeah, sure.

-Is everything OK?

-I just want to check something.

Why don't you talk me through exactly what happened before you hit the gatepost?

Well... I hit something on the dash, I think.

then the gatepost was suddenly in front of me and... Pow!

You hit a tree.

-DOOR OPENS

-Neck's clear.

OK, let's get you out of that collar

-and move you to CDU for neuro obs before the CT.

-Great.

-Looks like trophoblastic tissue.

-That's what I suspected.

-The scan wasn't definite, but I think that's the border there.

-Hmm.

-Any history of hydatidiform mole?

-I don't think so.

-Does she know yet?

-No.

-Could you get onto a referral for me, please?

-Yes, yes, of course.

Amy, there's something I need to tell you.

There isn't a baby in your womb.

What do you mean?

There's a possibility that this may be a tumour.

The gynaecologist will need to do further tests.

I'm really sorry.

And on our right, the cubicles where the, er,

lucky candidate will be spending quite a lot of their time.

If you will follow me.

-Er, Dylan, I've been meaning to speak to you...

-Zoe already did.

-Do we have a plaster slot?

-Ten minutes.

-OK.

-I'm going to take a look at that cheek.

-I'll, er, do that, Tess.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

-Be my guest.

Thank you.

Let's take a look.

I was a bit out of it before. Memory's obviously a bit fuzzy.

Especially if you blacked out before you hit the tree. Sam, I told you...

Vaughan, there were no skid marks on the road.

You didn't even try to stop.

And I checked your clothes -

it wasn't water.

You wet yourself, Vaughan. My guess it was some sort of seizure.

Am I right?

Chorio...carcinoma?

We won't know for sure until we've done more tests

and we will need to do a detailed scan.

But...why?

What is it?

What would have become the baby and the placenta's developed in the wrong way,

but your body reacts as if it is pregnant.

So you mean... my baby's turned into cancer.

-It doesn't quite work like that.

-Oh, God. Poor baby.

-Amy...

listen, we don't know if it's malignant.

It could well be benign.

But what if it is?

Then you'll need chemo,

but there's a very good chance that you could be cured completely.

It may have implications on your fertility in the future, but...

There she is, my little gorgeous girl!

You all right, yeah? Did we do it, did we do it?

You're a clever little thing. Isn't she a clever little thing, huh?

Can you give us a minute?

We'll just be outside if you need us.

-Are you all right, yeah?

-Yeah.

-I got you a teddy.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

Anything like this ever happened before?

Never.

I don't want you to drive or do anything that could put anyone at risk -

not until we've found out what's wrong.

If this goes on my record, I'll be disqualified from active service.

I don't want you to hurt yourself.

It was a one-off. Look at me. I'm fine...

but they won't see it like that. You know how it works.

We're left with bugger all.

My wife and kids, Sam -

think about them.

Don't ask me to lie for you.

I'm not. I'm just...asking you to wait.

We're a team, aren't we?

I want to go and see if that plaster room's ready.

No, it's quite urgent, actually, so I won't hold.

-Are they ready for Vaughan yet?

-I'll check.

-Thank you.

I should have told you.

Do you know what?

It is an absolute pleasure helping people that want to learn.

I mean, these candidates, they are mustard.

Oh, well, sorry, Sam, no offence.

Obviously, we'll miss you, you know,

but how Mr Jordan is going to decide, I've no idea,

but if it WAS down to me...

It isn't.

Right, er, fine, well, only making conversation.

-I'll chase them up.

-Thank you.

Dylan, I want to apologise for not telling you.

I also want to apologise

for all the misunderstanding with the solicitor stuff and the dinner.

Awkward. Er, I know I haven't made things easy for you. Sorry.

I appreciate the apology and I appreciate you leaving.

I think it was either that or I go...

but I cannot have this conversation ever again.

Now let's just stay out of each other's way until you go.

Dr Hanna? It is Dr Hanna, yes?

-Yes.

-Yeah, it's Amy. She's in quite a bit of pain.

OK, I can help with that.

It's nothing to do with the baby, is it?

I'm sorry, but it's a bit new and a bit scary.

Why don't I sort out the pain relief and then we can have a proper chat?

OK, thanks.

Sam? ..Sam? ..Sam!

-Somebody to see you.

-Colonel Bryant.

Saw the car. How is he?

Fractured leg, but, other than that, just cuts and bruises.

Do we know what happened?

-Car hit a tree.

-Yes, but how?

We don't know.

Well, can I see him?

I can tell him you're here.

I actually think his wife might be here now.

His wife divorced him last year.

She remarried.

Oh, I didn't...

Is everything all right?

Yeah, he's in the plaster room at the moment.

Perhaps I could just tell him you're here.

No rush. Is there somewhere I could wait?

Er...of course.

You do need to tell him.

I tried.

He's so excited.

Well, we can do it together.

No, not yet.

Amy, I know it's scary...

It's not that.

We bought a big house when we got married,

four bedrooms, you know, so we wouldn't have to move again.

I know I'm not the brightest. You know, I was rubbish in school...

..but having babies was the one thing I thought I'd be good at.

Turns out I'm rubbish at that too.

It's not your fault.

-Yeah, well, it's no-one else's.

-You do need to tell him.

-No, not yet.

-Please.

-No!

-Is everything OK?

Yeah.

OK, Fletch will give you some pain relief.

Um, I saw Michael...

Can you try and talk some sense into her?

She's asking about the crash.

You didn't tell her anything, did you?

My responsibility is to you,

but you've got to start by being honest with me.

OK, well, in my opinion, he's cocky, he's over-familiar,

and he spends way too much time cracking jokes.

Oh, God forbid people laugh in a hospital(!)

I think you'll make a great team.

Yeah, I need a good wingman.

We've come in for a chat.

Thought you might be a bit lonely.

I know what you're doing. You can't force me to tell him.

You're going to need a lot of support, Amy.

He's so happy.

I can't wreck that.

Look, you wouldn't hear me saying this down the pub,

but you girls are a lot stronger than us blokes.

I'm not strong.

Of course you are. You want to protect your man.

You're keeping it all bottled up to save him from worrying.

You'll never find a bloke doing that. He's lucky to have you.

Oh, now, come on, don't cry, cos your make-up is going to get all messed up.

Hey...

..it's clean.

Thank you.

I reckon you're a lot stronger than you look.

You're a little fighter...

..like one of those lionesses.

Now, come on, let's hear you roar.

You too, Lloyd, join in.

THEY ROAR

Yeah, yes!

Shall I get Michael?

Yeah.

Good girl.

Why didn't you tell me your wife had left you?

Why did she leave you, Vaughan?

Usual story.

Anything to do with your five tours?

Look, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to take a break for a bit.

No, it wouldn't be a break. It'd be the end.

-You know it and I know it.

-The reality of the situation is...

I'm asking you as a friend.

I'm calling in all the favours you've ever owed me.

What happened today, let it go.

It's only what I did for you this morning.

I didn't ask you to do that.

You didn't have to. It's called loyalty.

Please don't make me question my loyalty to you.

There'll be a nurse in to check on you.

Have you got any ultrasound pictures yet or is it too early for that?

Oh, my God, I feel like such a beginner.

Listen, I am going to buy all the books.

I am going to be so hands-on. You've got no idea.

Huh?

What? What is it?

Mike...

..I am so sorry.

It's not a baby.

I've got cancer.

-What?

-It's a tumour.

A tumour?

But it's a good kind to have, not many people die from it,

but...

..it might mean I can't have kids.

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I'm going to be sick.

-Mike!

-It's the shock.

Vaughn's CT's back - all clear.

Great. I think he had a seizure before the crash.

Have you referred him to neurology for an EEG?

He won't let me investigate.

Is he going back out there with you?

Then you need to make sure he reports it.

I owe him, Tom.

You're his doctor in here. Nothing else.

Maybe it was just a one-time thing.

And he could fit again tomorrow.

He's responsible for people's lives, Sam.

You're playing Dylan?

Yeah.

Well, your, er, pawn structure's all over the place,

and your knights can't do anything out there on the flank.

You play chess?

I lived with Dylan.

Fair enough.

So how bad is it?

Well, he's about to mate you in... five moves,

and, er, then he'll never play you again.

So what do you reckon, then?

Easy.

I'm sorry.

She's been in pain and been hiding it.

-She always looks all right.

-Well, looking ain't the same as being, is it?

Holby United look like a football team.

I just need to get a bit of fresh air.

-Oh, well, if you'd like...

-I just need to clear my head.

I'd like to admit you overnight for observation

and for further tests.

I feel fine. I think I'd rather go home.

Something caused the crash and I need to figure out what it was.

Am I obliged to stay?

-No. You're not obliged.

-Then I'd like to be discharged, please.

-I'd strongly advise against that.

-I acknowledge your concern.

OK, well, you'll need to sign a self-discharge form. Excuse me.

Er, Sam, can I have a word with you, please?

He's a danger to himself,

not to mention the soldiers that are going to be under his command.

I'll talk to him again.

-I can trust you to sort this out.

-Of course.

Look, er, this is dodgy ground.

Whatever loyalties you may have, do not let them cloud your judgment.

These notes are all going back to the army.

I'll make sure they're in there.

OK.

Just getting a breath of fresh air, mate.

-Where's Amy?

-Amy? I don't know. Why?

-What's wrong?

-She's disappeared.

-Amy!

-Amy!

Amy!

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT You moved your rook.

I, er, moved my rook, yeah.

-Problem?

-Hardly.

-Well, um, your move, then.

Amy!

You in there?

-Have you got a coin?

-Er, yeah.

All right.

-Grab her arm.

-Yeah. OK.

-SHE WHIMPERS

-Coming through.

Need some help here!

Straight into resus.

What happened?

-Is she all right?

-Excuse me.

Shall I just wait out...here?

-OK, we're dealing with a PV bleed.

-Let's get another line in, please, Lloyd.

-We need to get fluids into her as soon as possible.

-Let's crossmatch six units.

-We'll start with two of O neg, yeah?

-Don't just stand there. O neg!

It's over here, mate.

-Colonel Bryant?

-All done?

Do you have any paperwork Captain Morrison's written up?

I've got a report of his from this morning. Why?

Do you mind if I take a look?

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

-Still very tachy. BP's low.

-OK, let's chase that crossmatch.

-I'm on it.

-Right, we need to get these fluids in faster.

-OK, we've got two lines in already. We need that pressure infuser now!

-Sorry.

OK, the bleed's not abating.

Er, OK, we could try tranexamic acid.

OK, let's do it. 1,000mg over five minutes, please.

MONITORS BEEP

It's over here, mate.

Today would be terrific(!)

Be out of your way soon.

How long have you been having trouble writing?

My handwriting's always been appalling.

Bryant's on her way in. I need the truth.

-There are missing words, misspellings...

-Oh, come on!

Why didn't you tell me you've had an injury?

I didn't think anything of it at the time.

What happened?

IED 20 feet away.

It was just a concussion,

healed really quickly - the scans and everything were fine.

About a year later, I started to have these headaches...

..started feeling a bit... disconnected sometimes.

You've had check-ups.

Did you ever think to report it?

Got good at lying about it...

..till now.

I wish you'd told someone.

-We need to get you sorted out with a proper treatment.

-I'll be fine when I'm out there.

-It's like muscle memory...

-They'll give you a good desk job here.

It's over here that's the problem.

Things just don't make sense to me any more.

Remember the old days, Sam?

I do indeed.

I thought we were going to stand by each other.

Lying for each other isn't the same thing.

Please. Please help me.

-Captain Morrison, how are you feeling?

-Fine.

Perhaps you'd like to share whatever it is that you're hiding from me.

And why did you want to see Captain Morrison's report?

In the exercise this morning, ma'am, I hesitated.

Captain Morrison covered for me and I shouldn't have allowed it.

Thank you for your honesty...

even if it comes a little late.

I'll leave you to it.

Where's Michael?

I'll go find him.

OK, let's have a look.

I wish I was more like you.

No, you don't.

I don't think I could do this on my own.

Do you know what?

I think you'd surprise yourself.

MONITORS BEEP

How is she?

She's stable. She'll be admitted now.

Look, she's wondering where you are.

I, er... I don't know what to say to her.

Mate, she's your wife.

What did you say to her on your wedding day at the altar?

-For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer...

-In sickness and in health.

You made a deal, both of you.

Traumatic brain injury.

And post-traumatic epilepsy. Yeah.

So it really is over?

You've been a good friend to him.

He'll realise that.

I don't know. I've ended it for him -

the one place he belongs.

You choose where you belong. You just pick a team, stick to it.

Dylan is gambling his queen. He wants you to lose the bishop.

Bishop to C2.

Best you can hope for is a draw.

Sam, sorry, you're needed in CDU now.

-He just started fitting.

-OK, thank you.

MONITOR ALARM BEEPS

He's not coming out of the fit and he's bitten his tongue badly.

He's losing a lot of blood.

Right, OK, I need four milligrams of Lorazepam

in four mls of saline, please?

Sats are 90 and dropping, he's obstructing his airway.

Let's get this Lorazepam in and stop the bleed, please, guys.

Can we have some more suction, so I can see the wound?

Sats are down to 87, we need to protect his airway.

There's a big, deep laceration on his tongue.

-OK, can I get a suture for a better view?

-There's a suture set already laid up.

OK, can I have a 2.0 Vicryl, please? Thank you.

-Let's get some light in here as well, guys?

-Can we get a phenytoin infusion, please?

-Right, OK.

I'm going in.

MONITOR BEEPS

Just open his mouth a little more for me. OK.

OK.

There you go, suture's in - that's eased up the bleeding a bit.

-Sats are still dropping and he's getting cyanosed.

-Oh, God!

He may have aspirated some blood. Let's bag him.

OK, let's keep his airway secure.

Let's get him into resus for an RSI.

-You OK to do this?

-I'm his doctor, aren't I?

Excuse me. Watch your backs. Coming through. Excuse me, excuse me. OK, sorry.

Thank you.

If you ever need someone to not talk to, I'm a terrible listener.

I'm so sorry.

Turns out, er...I'm pretty terrible in a crisis, though.

It's not your fault.

You're a man.

I, er... I just didn't know what to say. You know, all our plans...

Yeah, well, we can make new ones. You know, we...we could adopt...

or run a donkey sanctuary or something...

I'm going to stay with you tonight, OK?

-I am going to be right here with you.

-You don't have to.

I can do this on my own.

Tube, please.

There's still a lot of blood in there.

God, there's just no room in here. I just can't see anything.

You've got loads of time.

I can't even get the bougie in!

Do you want to start bagging him again?

-There's no time.

-Take a breath, try again.

OK, Vaughan, we can do this.

OK, I can see the cords.

OK. Doing well, Vaughan, doing really well.

OK, inflate the cuff.

OK, cuff inflated.

OK, it's good air bilaterally, nothing over the stomach.

-Tess, cricoid off - let's get the tube secure.

-OK.

Sats are coming up. Well done, Sam.

Thank you.

I mean it.

Colonel Bryant.

How is he?

He's being transferred to ITU, but he's stable.

Shall we?

Did he, um...tell you about the epilepsy?

I wanted to tell you.

You're his doctor and his colleague, as well as his friend -

it's not easy being all of those things.

I'm not sure I got them all right today.

I needed to test you today.

-I know.

-If you were in that position again,

could you trust yourself to make the right decision?

I don't know.

I'm going to have your name taken off the call-up list.

Thank you for your hard work over the years.

It hasn't gone unnoticed and neither has your integrity.

I'll be sorry not to have you back.

Me too.

So, gentlemen, are we in agreement?

-I'm happy.

-Dr Keogh?

Yeah, fine. Game's drawn.

Quite a LATE surge you had.

What can I say? I was inspired.

Ah, Mr Fletcher, here's your money.

Do you know what? I knew I was going to like it here, boys.

-And there's still the pub to come, mate.

-Ah, yes, there was talk of the loser getting the drinks in...

-There's no loser in a draw, Mac.

-Ah, right, then both of you should get the drinks in, then.

-Outrageous.

I can't stay for long, cos I want to get home and bath the kids.

-So what are we waiting for?

-Are you coming to the pub for a pint?

-No, thanks. I'm good.

Well, thanks for your help in resus.

I mean, you could have left me hanging but, well, you didn't.

-My job was to show you the ropes.

-And I appreciate it.

See you tomorrow, mate.

-Are you going to come for a drink?

-No, I'm going to go and visit Amy.

Might make her read some Germaine Greer.

-Poor girl.

-You did well with her today.

-Not quite the Jack the lad you make out to be, are you?

-I don't know what you mean!

Phwoar. Lads, will you have a look at that?!

Next time, it'll be a bloodbath.

I look forward to that.

It's all about getting inside your opponent's head.

I don't think that would work with me.

I cracked you in five minutes.

Really?

It's a hiding place...

..pure mental abstraction.

It's much less messy than real life.

How very penetrating.

Look, I was starving this morning,

and, um, I stole some of your chocolate flakes...

..and I saw the divorce papers.

Must be tough working with your ex.

Yes.

Mr Jordan!

I've just met your new boss - quite a woman.

She makes you look like a pussycat.

Really?

Is it too late to change my mind?

I just don't belong there any more. I belong here.

We'll, I'm sorry, Sam, but it is too late.

Oh.

I've seen some fantastic candidates.

In fact, I've practically offered the job to one of them.

Oh, I see.

What do you expect, an emergency department to organise its staffing

around your personal epiphany?

Right. Yeah, I should have thought about that.

Well, you should count yourself lucky you've got such an understanding boss, then.

I really don't do pubs,

and I especially really don't do after-work drinks.

I don't care.

You can drink lemonade but you're getting your round in.

-Dylan... Dylan, you got a sec?

-No, I'm late.

I just... I need a word.

-Sam, I thought we said no more.

-It's just...things have changed a little bit.

I've realised I'm not quite ready to leave this place.

I'm afraid you're going to be stuck with me for a bit longer.

Oy oy oy!

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