Broken Heart Syndrome Casualty

Thanks for coming.

It's OK, Diana, we'll get through this.

What you saying, bruv? What you saying?

-Yo, look at me when I'm talking to you.

-Hey!

-You think it's funny?

-What you touching my boy for?

Think you're a bad boy around here. Don't think it! I'll see you later, yeah?

What's with the face? You missing me already?

-You thinking about that lady cop, innit?

-She was only 38.

-Same age as me mum. That's OLD.

-Nearly time, Liam.

-You better start getting your stuff together.

-Yeah, yeah.

-Five minutes. OK?

Guess this is the sad bit, yeah?

Listen, when you get up in front of the judge tomorrow,

just tell him what you told me. He'll be like, case dismissed.

And you'll be like, what? And he'll be like, any friend of Liam's,

yeah, is a friend of mine. Stay strong for me brother.

Yeah. Listen. Liam, I was wondering if you'd do me a favour?

You want me to smack up that shopkeeper?

-The guy stitched you up, bruv. Let me at least smash his windows.

-Liam.

I want you to promise you won't do anything to mess this up.

All right. I promise. What's the favour?

I want you to get a message to a guy called Jordan.

Lord, now lettest thou, thy servant, depart in peace,

according to thy word.

For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,

which thou hast prepared, before the face of all people, to be a light

to lighten the Gentiles and to be the glory of thy people Israel.

There you go. Almost done.

Thank you.

-You would have been the most wonderful son-in-law.

-The best.

-Now we've just have the trial to get through.

-I'm not going to do that.

Why not?

I don't see the point. Even if the boy pleads guilty,

what difference will it make? Not going to bring her back.

What did you have for dinner last night?

Well, I'm carb-loading for the race, aren't I, so I had potatoes,

brown bread and tomato ketchup,

which is actually one of your five a day.

-You had a chip butty!

-Well!

-God, give me strength!

-There you go.

-Thanks.

-Oh!

-What?

-"Sorry for your boss"?

-That's "Sorry for your loss".

Oh.

Guys, I need you to sign this card.

-Do you mind?! I'm trying to get fit, here!

-Fit for nothing.

-Why are you always so personal?

-Because I'm a "personal" trainer.

HE LAUGHS That was a good one!

ENGINE REVS

HE TEXTS

TYRES SCREECH

-Excuse me, mate.

-Yes, can I help you?

Sorry to bother you at this sad time like, innit,

-but my mate sent a message for you.

-What mate's that?

-Nylon.

Neil Johns, his real name is.

You don't understand, man. He's feeling bad. He wants to tell you what really happened!

Is nothing sacred any more?! This is a funeral, for God's sake!

-What is it with you animals?

-Listen, I ain't no animal!

Yeah, well, I got a message for your precious friend. You tell him from me I hope he DIES in prison.

Do you think you can remember that?!

I think you'd better leave. Don't you?

-Sorry about that.

-Are you going to be all right?

Yes, yes, I'll just keep myself busy.

-Where are you heading? Back to the ED?

-Yeah.

-Right, see you there.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

-Nick, are you really ready to go back to work?

Zoe, Zoe I've been away far too long as it is.

No phone, no ID. Not a clue who he is or how he got here.

On three, please. One, Two, Three.

All right, love, all right. Don't upset yourself. You're safe now.

Going to take you straight to the hospital. He's really cold, Jeff.

-OK.

-Make sure you take it nice and easy, eh.

-Yeah.

-So what do you think happened?

-It's obvious, innit?

-Not to me, it's not.

Some kind of gangland thing.

He's upset some faces, they've brought him out here, given him

a slap and nicked his clobber to mug him off.

Well, thank you, Miss Marple.

Now you've solved the mystery, we can all go home(!)

3006 to Control, we are on our way in with a male,

early 40s, severely hypothermic, Suggest Resus standing by, over.

'Received, over.'

-HE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR

-Mum? Mum, it's me! Liam!

Mum, it's me!

Who the hell are you?

-Nick, are you sure about this?

-Yes, Zoe, it feels good to be back.

-Claire, can you pop this in my upstairs office please?

-OK.

-Woah, keys.

-Thank you.

Right we have an unknown male.

-He's hypothermic, barely 35.3.

-I'll take this one.

-Mr Jordan!

-Hi.

-You're back?

-Hello, Linda. Yeah, couldn't keep away.

We have got an unknown male, he's hypothermic.

-Right, let's take it really slowly.

-He's barley 35.3. GCS is 12.

Got no ID on him.

He was wearing nothing but a sock, a shoe and his undies.

His Pulse is 58.

-His SATS are 95, his BM is 6...

-What did I say?

-He can't do this, he's not ready for it.

-I know, Charlie.

But hopefully if we leave him to it, he'll find that out for himself.

Yeah, Kaz? It's me. Liam. Yeah I'm good.

Look, I just went round to me mum's, except she wasn't there, was she?

Nah. She knew I was coming out today. The only thing I can think is,

she must've got behind on the rent and done a runner.

Yeah, well, I'm off to The Jackal. Meet you there in, like, ten, yeah?

Here you go, my dear, have a good day.

-What took you so long? I thought you were only going to the bank.

-I went to the funeral.

-Why would you do that?

-Thanks. Because it happened here.

Under our roof.

I meant why go on your own, without telling your own husband?

-We don't keep secrets from each other.

-SHE SCOFFS

What's that supposed to mean? Yasmin?!

Sorry. You can't bring alcohol in here.

Hey! I've seen you on the telly. You're in The Muppets, right?

No food or drink to be consumed on the premises.

-But weapons are OK, yeah?

-Oh, sorry.

-Is that the same knife you stabbed the lady cop with?

-OK, get out.

-I ain't finished my shopping.

-I refuse to serve you.

Which means you're now trespassing. Get off my property.

-What's going on?

-She in on it too, yeah?

-Please LEAVE.

-Was it just you who stabbed her or did you and your old lady take turns?

-OUT!

Don't touch me!

-I told you not to touch me.

-Please!

-I'm sorry.

-GET OUT! JUST GET OUT!

I told you not to touch me.

Hello, sir, you're in hospital. My name's Nick Jordan, I'm the lead consultant. Yes, Osborn J-wave.

-Classic sign of hypothermia.

-Would you like an X-ray?

-No. Not yet.

When a patient's this cold,

any sudden movement could result in cardiac arrest.

-Let's just concentrate on raising his core temperature.

-OK.

-Thank you, see you later.

-What happened to all his clothes?

It might just be a case of paradoxical undressing.

It's a side-effect of hypothermia. The victim gets that cold and confused,

they imagine they're hot and remove their clothes. MAN GROANS

It's OK. Just try to keep still for me. Robyn? Could you

-speak to the police? See if they've got an ID yet?

-Yeah.

Thanks.

You OK, Yasmin?

Yaz?

You're too late.

-I've seen this film before.

-You told me you'd destroyed that.

-Why did you lie to me?

-Why did

-I

-lie? Are you kidding me?

-You've lied to everyone!

-Yasmin, give me the tape.

-Don't touch me!

You'd rather I told the truth, yeah?

If you don't, I will.

And what do you think'd happen then? The laws of this country always favour the criminal over the victim.

You're not allowed to protect yourself and your property unless you use reasonable force.

-I know that. Don't patronise me.

-Well?

Do you think stabbing a policewoman counts as reasonable force? Do you?

-HE GASPS

-Mehmet? What is it?

I can't breathe.

HE GASPS

Ambulance. I need an ambulance. It's my husband.

LOUD RACING COMMENTARY ON TV

LOUD CHATTER

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

HE TURNS UP THE MUSIC

MUSIC: "The Way We're Made" by Missing Andy

-# I'm made in England...

-Oi! Turn that down!

-# Call it my kingdom... #

-Turn that down!

-What?!

-We can't hear the racing.

-# La la la la la... #

We're trying to watch the racing! OI! Can't hear the racing!

Yeah?! Now you can't see it either! Come on, then.

-Calm down, mate.

-Want some, do ya?! Come on, let's have it!

SMASHING

SIREN BLARES

-Quick please.

-Where is he, darling?

-Just through here.

Hello, Mehmet. Do you remember me?

-Dixie.

-That's right. So what's happened?

He was fine, then he suddenly started getting chest pains.

OK, all right, let's have a little look at you, love.

Right, you did the right thing calling us out.

Just going to have a little listen to you, Mehmet, all right.

Your heart's going like the clappers.

I'm just going to give you a little spray. I need you to

open your mouth for me. Lift your tongue up, here we go.

OK. I need you to chew something for me, Mehmet, can you do that?

Don't taste very nice, does it? Just aspirin.

It'll thin your blood and reduce the risk of any clot forming. OK?

Right, Gary, can we have a stretcher please, love?

Right, we're not going to hang about. Are you ready to go, Yasmin?

Yeah.

The police have got no clue and there's no-one like him on missing persons.

-OK. Thanks.

-He looks too normal, anyway.

-You should see some of the faces on that website. I don't think anyone'd miss 'em!

-How's our mystery man?

Still not said a word. This is a rock shoe. Used for climbing.

There's no other reason you'd wear it, cos they're so uncomfortable.

"West Country Heights". Look's like a hire place.

-OK, well, will you look into that for us please, Sam?

-Yeah.

-Notes.

-Can I help you?

-I give up. Can you?

-Oh, my God.

You really that small or are you just standing in a hole?

-We need some help over here!

-Oh, up you get.

-Get off me.

You're falling over and we really need to check you out, mate.

I ain't your mate. Get off me. And I want her, not you.

Well, she comes with me. Charlie? Where do you want him?

-Cubicles two.

-Or him. Why can't I have him?

-Sorry, mate,

but patients don't get to pick and choose, any more than we do.

-Call me "mate" one more time, and I'll smack you up.

-Yeah?

Try it and see what happens.

Definitely looks like an MI.

Right Mehmet we're nearly there, just try and relax, sweetheart.

HE RETCHES

OK.

Oh! All right, love.

And this was yesterday? You're quite sure about that? OK, thank you.

This is Mehmet Aslan, aged 45.

We've got an update on our mystery man.

His name's Jack Davies. He went into a climbing store yesterday

and ordered equipment for himself and his teenage son.

-Ah!

-They were heading for Gull Quarry.

-So you think the son might still be there?

Yeah, it's looking that way. I know the area well, it's got a bad reputation for rock fall.

-We should send a doctor out.

-You volunteering?

-Yes, if that's OK?

-Excuse me.

-Hello, Mr Alsan.

-Mehmet, please. Hello, Mr Jordan.

You just lie still and let us look after you.

-Looks like a global ST elevation.

-We're going to do an echo now.

-I'll do it.

-If you're sure.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mehmet, can you take a half turn to your left, please? Gently.

Karen, can you plug this in for me, please?

-Any news of my mum?

-Not yet, but we'll keep trying for you.

-OK, Fletch, what have we got?

-Aoife? Over to you.

This is Liam Bendall, he's 16.

He sustained facial injuries and chest injuries.

-His obs are all normal.

-Yeah, I think we've already met.

-Any pain relief?

-Er, yeah. Four ibuprofen.

-Four?

-400 mgs.

-And do you want to tell me anything that happened to him?

-Oh. Yeah.

He got out of a Young Offenders Institute this morning, and went for a drink.

The trouble is, the drink went straight to his head

and he got into a fight.

I'll go straight to YOUR head, in a minute.

-Left tender zygoma. Does it hurt anywhere else?

-Yeah, my pride.

-Apart from your pride?

-Here.

-What here?

-Aghh!

Mmm, possible fractured ribs. We may need to send someone

from max fax down but we need to get him cleaned up first.

-Get a facial X-ray and a chest X-ray and I'll review.

-OK.

Do me a favour, Fletch? Keep these curtains closed, yeah?

-I don't want Jordan to see him, if possible.

-OK, you're the boss.

Right, come on. All aboard who's coming aboard.

How we doing?

I don't think this an MI Zoe, I think

it's takotsubo. Look no regional wall abnormalities.

The base of the heart is working perfectly normally

and see that apical ballooning, that's typical of takotsubo.

OK, Tess.

Let's give him 10 of morphine and 50 of Cyclizine. Mr Aslan, I suspect

you're suffering from a condition known as takotsubo.

But I'm going to get you sent up to the catheter lab to get that confirmed.

It's sometimes known as Broken Heart Syndrome.

I just can't get her out of my mind.

I'm so sorry.

What do you have to be sorry for?

SIREN BLARES

There's a harness.

Great, let's go.

-There he is.

-Right, I'll radio for help.

3006 to Control. Over.

-Sam, what are you playing at?

-I'm going down there to him.

Don't be ridiculous, it could be the reason he fell. We'll drive down.

-There isn't time.

-Yeah, we think we've located the young lad.

He's had a fall of about 80 feet.

-Query hypothermia, severe head and neck injuries.

-See you down there.

-Urgent request. Over.

-Can you give me an ETA, please?

-Sam, don't do anything more silly.

Jeff, I'll be fine.

Race ya.

Yeah. OK, deal.

-Right. They're on their way. Where's Sam?

-Where do you think?

-Oh, Jeffrey, one day I am going to swing for you!

-Why's it my fault?

Because it always IS your fault!

-You stay here and wait for the rescue team.

-Why have I got to wait for the rescue team?

Because you always have to wait for the rescue team!

Jeff!

Arrgh!

Urgh!

SHE SCREAMS

SIREN BLARES

Sam!

-You all right?

-Yeah, just a minor technical hitch.

You got a boyfriend?

-Reason I ask is I'm single.

-You do surprise me.

I love it when they play hard to get. What's he doing in here?

-I hardly touched him.

-What're you on about?

That little Muppet tried to throw me out of his shop.

Picked on the wrong guy, innit?

-Hang on, I'm going to have to follow that up.

-Do what you like, you big-nosed git.

All right, take him through.

-Arghhh.

-Oops. Sorry(!)

-Watch where you're going!

Yasmin, can I have a quick word?

I'm treating this young lad who fancies himself as a bit of a hard nut but, um,

-he said he got into a fight with your husband in the shop.

-What?

-That's what he reckons.

-No, if my husband had been in a fight,

-I think he'd have mentioned it.

-OK.

-Is there a problem?

-No.

Mrs Aslan, please don't worry about your husband.

Even if I'm wrong and he is having a heart attack,

the catheter lab is the best place for him.

He's in very safe hands up there.

Are you sure you're OK?

Tell me. Come on. What is it?

Yasmin?

What's the matter? Talk to me.

Oh!

-OK, Tess?

-It's the baby - I think something's wrong.

Let me just check. I don't think there's anything wrong,

she just happens to be in labour.

-I'll take this, Mr Jordan.

-Let me know if you need me.

-OK.

Jamie, can you help me to get her into HDC, please.

-This way. Gently does it.

-YASMIN WINCES

SIREN BLARES

-What kept you?

-HE LAUGHS

Hands on.

Hands off.

-No, don't, please.

-It's OK.

-I didn't mean it!

-It's OK. It's OK.

-I'm not going to hurt you.

-Who is this kid? Clark Kent?

-How do you survive a fall from there?

-Could you tell me your name?

-Mark.

-OK, Mark. My name's Sam. I'm a doctor.

This is Jeff. He's a paramedic. We're going to help you, OK?

Argh, argh, argh, argh!

I think you may have broken your arm, but I'll give him five of morphine.

OK. Mark. We found your dad, mate.

He's fine. He's in the hospital.

-YASMIN GROANS

-That's wonderful, Yasmin.

We're almost there. You're doing really well.

-BEEPING

-Raised about 90.

-Isn't that a bit low?

-Yes. Pass me a pinard.

Yasmin, I'm just going to examine your tummy and feel the baby, then check baby's heart rate.

-Is everything OK?

-Yeah, it's fine. Just keep breathing steadily on the gas and air.

-We need a doctor.

-OK. Jamie - doctor.

-Preferably not Mr Jordan.

-Good news. We think we've found the boy.

-Great.

-They're en-route.

-You've found my son?

-How long has he been talking?

That's the first thing I've heard him say. How you feeling, Jack?

I feel bloody awful.

Well, that's to be expected, Mr Davies. But yes, in answer

to your question, we do think we have found your son.

-His name's Mark, is that correct?

-Yeah.

-Tell us what happened?

I remember arguing with Mark. The next thing I knew,

I was woken up in the ambulance.

-So you're unaware that your son had a fall?

-Oh, God.

-It's OK, it's OK, he's not seriously hurt.

-No, it's not OK.

-His mum'll have a fit.

-Do you want me to phone her for you?

-No. No!

We get on badly enough as it is. We're separated.

Sorry to hear that, Mr Davies, but we will have to let her know.

What's happened to me? Why can't I remember?

It's OK, we think you've just had a blackout,

but we will look into it. Just try not to worry.

So you don't think his amnesia was caused by the hypothermia?

Unlikely, Linda. His recovery seems pretty sudden for that.

Book him an MRI and let me know as soon as you have the results, OK?

-Yeah.

-Thank you.

-You looking for someone?

-Yes, but not you.

I beg your pardon.

Sorry, it's just that Tess told me to look for someone else.

Did she, indeed?

YASMIN GROANS

-I believe you didn't need me?

-Sorry, I just meant...

Presumably you thought treating Mrs Aslan would remind me of Yvonne?

Let me deal with this in my own way, Tess. I don't need mollycoddling.

-Point taken.

-OK, how can I help?

I'm concerned about the mother's condition and the baby's heart rate has dropped to 90.

-Do you think the baby's compromised?

-Possibly.

Either way, I'd like to be seeing a rate of about 120.

-So the sooner we get the baby out, the better.

-Yeah, OK.

-Let's have a little look. Thank you.

-OK, Jamie.

-Go and find a Neonatal Resus trolley.

-What do they look like?

Come on, I'll show you.

-OK, Yasmin. You're doing brilliantly.

-Hello, Mrs Aslan.

Looks like we're crowing so just one more push.

SHE CRIES OUT That's it.

The cord's round its neck. Stop pushing. Just pant, just pant.

SHE PANTS Pass me a clamp. Thanks.

Can we get some Sinetron on stand-by, please?

OK, right, cutting the cord.

OK, Yasmin, one last push.

SHE CRIES OUT Well done, well done, go on.

You are doing REALLY well. Really, REALLY well.

-Well done. Well done!

-What's up with you?

-Anyone'd think you'd never seen a baby born.

-You've got a little boy.

I'm not happy with his colour. Let's give him a whiff of O2?

He might perk up with some warmth and peripheral stimulation.

-Is something wrong?

-No, no. He's just a bit flat, that's all.

-Flat?

Breathless. Try not to worry.

No. Still apnoeic and getting more cyanosed. APGAR's right down.

This isn't looking good.

If there's nothing wrong, why are you whispering?

Can you do some pharyngeal suction, please, put his head back?

-OK. I'll ventilate. Can we crash call the SCBU anaesthetist, please?

-I'm on it.

-Oh, God.

-Yasmin, try to stay calm if you can.

-I'm going to lose him! I know it!

Yeah, anaesthetist, please. Yeah, ASAP.

Come on, come on, come on. Breathe for me. Is he rising?

Come on. Breathe for me.

There he goes. That's got him.

You have the magic touch, Tess.

-Well done.

-Thank you.

This is Mark , he's 15.

He's fallen 30 feet down a quarry side. Query fractured left radius.

May have been KO'd at the scene, but GCS was 14 on arrival.

Hypothermia 35.5 with extensive bruising.

Pulse 90, sats 87%, B/P stable at 120 systolic, and 10mg of morphine.

OK, he'll need a full trauma survey. Let's get him into Paeds Resus.

There's this pub I know. Not the one I got beaten up in. A nicer pub.

-With carpets.

-I'm not going on a date with you, OK?

-I got condoms.

Oh, how romantic(!)

Look, sorry. I don't know what to say, do I?

I've never been with no-one classy before.

OK. Your X-rays are clear, so you can go.

Listen, I've got some news about your mum.

It turns out she didn't leave in a hurry after all.

-She gave the council two months' notice and moved.

-Eh?

-I'm really sorry, Liam.

-That don't make sense.

-Where could she have moved to?

-The forwarding address is Sydney.

You mean Sidney Crescent round the corner?

No, as in Sydney, the city.

Where's that?

Australia.

Are you winding me up?

Mark, apart from that broken arm, you've been very lucky.

I've phoned your mum, she'll be in in a couple of hours.

-Are you ready to tell us what happened?

-No.

Mark, there's something upsetting you, but we can't help you

-unless you talk to us.

-I don't want to talk to you. I want to see my dad.

-Mark...

I'm not talking to anyone until I see him.

I used to see them in the park every Sunday, all the sad dads who

only saw their kids once a week. Used to feel sorry for them.

Never thought I'd end up as one of them.

-How often do you get to see Mark?

-Every other week.

That's why I try do something exciting.

None of this sitting at home in front of the telly.

Oh, Mark! Thank God. Mate!

I've been worried sick about you.

Mark?

Are you going to tell them or should I?

Tell them what?

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

Out at the quarry. I asked you why we had to go climbing,

and you said you were trying to build memories.

-Yeah, that's right. I suppose I did, yeah.

-No.

Those were your exact words.

So I said, yeah.

Bad memories? And that's when you tried to kill me.

-What?!

-You stared at me.

Then you let go of the rope and you watched me fall.

-Is this some kind of joke?

-Do you see me laughing, Dad?

Look, Mark, I swear there is no way that could have happened.

How do you know? I thought you couldn't remember!

Mark, you're the best thing in my life. Why would I want to hurt you?

Cos you're a sad, angry, pathetic, old man?

-That's what you think of me, is it?

-Yeah.

-HE GROANS

-Are you all right, Jack?

-Jack, is this a new pain?

-Yeah.

-Here?

-Yeah.

-You're not going to fall for that, are you?

-Yeah, sit him up.

Try to relax.

-Heart rate up to 130.

-Excellent, and he's pinking up nicely.

-But we will need to take him up to SCBU.

-Can I hold him first?

I don't see why not. Let's grab you.

BABY CRIES

He's beautiful.

Yes, he is.

Have you got a name for him?

-We were going to call him Hassan after Mehmet's father.

-Hassan.

I like that.

And you're not going to believe this, but it means beautiful.

And one last deep breathe.

-Say 99.

-What for?

-Just humour me.

-99.

And again...

-99.

-One more time. Jack.

There's no... There's no way that could happen.

I would never try and hurt him.

Try not to think about that now. Sit back, relax, yeah?

OK. Dull left base and mid zone with reduced breath sounds

and vocal resonance. Linda, I think it's a left-sided pleural effusion.

Get an X-ray. If that confirms it, we'll need to do a drain.

Robyn, Robyn, will you chase up the blood results and alert Mr Jordan?

-Let's get this back on you, Jack.

-No, I wouldn't like to hold.

His name's Mr Jack Davies and we need his results now. Mr Jordan?

You're needed in Resus. Mr Davies has got a left-sided

-something-something...

-Oh, dear, that sounds serious.

How are his obs?

Breathing's improved but still tachy at 140.

It's a haemothorax.

-MACHINES BEEPING

-Let's speed up the fluids. Cross match eight units.

We'll start with two units of O neg, as soon as possible.

B/P is still dropping.

OK, let's get the head down to see if that improves the B/P.

Right, his breathing's getting laboured again.

Nick, we thought it was a large left effusion, turns out to be a haemothorax.

I don't think this bleeding's going to stop.

Right, we need to open up his chest before he arrests.

-Can we get onto the anaesthetist, please, to intubate and ventilate? Nick? You OK?

-Hm?

-You OK?

-Yes, couldn't be better.

-Right we need you to open up this man's chest then.

I'll just scrub up.

MONITORS CONTINUE BEEPING

Well, what do you know? A peeping Tom.

-Need any help?

-No.

-Dear me.

Looks like you brought half the quarry back with you. Come on.

-Let me give you a hand.

-I said no.

-It's not as if I haven't seen it all before.

-OK, keep your voice down!

What I said was, IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVEN'T SEEN IT ALL BEFORE!

OK, OK! You can help!

Maybe you think I haven't got a right to be concerned about you.

But what can I say?

-You're a valued colleague.

-Oh, Dr Tom.

That means so much to me... Ow!

Move the light, please.

Come on, I can't see a thing. Put the light in there.

OK. Yeah.

That's nasty. Protractor, please. Let's have a look.

Oh, God. Swab. I need to clear the blood, please, Zoe.

Suction and swab it.

Get in there. Right in there. OK. Mind out the way.

Yeah, I can see it.

That's a Lacerated IMA.

OK. Protractor, please.

Pull back the lung, clip, please.

-The vessel's very friable, Nick.

-Oh, come on.

Artery's compromised.

God damn...! INSTRUMENT SMASHES ON THE FLOOR

Right, we try again. Clip.

OK, he's lost about 1,800 mls.

-We can't afford to lose any more, Nick...

-His B/P's dropping fast.

MONITOR BEEPS

-OK, that's clipped.

-Can you get on to theatre, please, chase them up.

Nick? You have to tie off the vessel. Nick! Tie off the vessel!

Yes, I know, Zoe. Suture.

MONITOR CONTINUES BEEPING

Scissors, please, Linda.

-OK, that's the bleeding stopped.

-OK, he should start to improve now.

-Theatre can take him now.

-Get him upstairs as soon as we can.

Thanks, everyone. Thanks, Nick.

CLASSICAL CD PLAYS

-Nick?

-Mmm.

-What's going on?

The boy from the funeral, he followed me here.

No, no, he didn't follow you. He was admitted as a patient.

Why didn't you tell me?

-HE TURNS THE CD OFF

-Because I wanted to protect you.

What if Neil Johns does want to confess?

-Then you'll find that out in court.

-I could find out now.

-No, Nick.

Now you need to go home.

-Mac!

-Mmm?

-You still haven't signed the card, mate.

-What card is this now?

-It's for Mr Jordan, just to say we're thinking of him.

Why do we need a card? He's only over here, man.

-Er, Mr Jordan?

-Yes, Mac?

-On behalf of all the staff,

I'd just like to say that Yvonne was a lovely lady,

it's a very sad day and we're all thinking of you.

Thank you, Mac. That means a lot to me.

-If there's anything you need, just let us know..

-Thank you.

-Much appreciated. Thank you. Very kind.

-There you go.

Why didn't you think of that before? This card cost me two flipping quid!

Right. This message, is it the same message

that he tried to give me before?

No. This time he wants to tell you the truth. I swear to God.

Mark. I've got some news about your dad.

Now, the pain in his chest was a ruptured mammary artery.

We've operated on him and he's now recovering in ICU.

We found something else.

On his MRI results, we saw that he recently suffered a TIA which

is kind of basically a mini-stroke. I think this happened at the quarry

and I think this is what caused the accident.

You mean he didn't let go on purpose?

When you fell, I think he would have been completely helpless.

Probably didn't know where he was or what he was doing.

I don't think your dad had the slightest intention of hurting you.

Good news, eh? When we've finished here, I'll take you up to see him.

Don't be too hard on your dad, things can't be easy for him

at the moment.

I remember when I got divorced, the judge would only let me

have my son on Saturday and Sundays.

He was only little at the time.

I used to stay awake half the night, just watching him sleep.

Didn't want to waste one second of the time we had together.

-I'm sure your dad feels exactly the same way.

-I'm 15!

Makes no difference.

-I don't believe it.

-What's up?

I've think I've lost me phone. I only got it for Christmas!

-You've probably just set it down. Why don't you try ringing it?

-Cheers.

-Do you want a coffee?

-Yeah, lovely, thanks.

MOBILE RINGS IN THE DISTANCE I think I can hear it.

Yeah, me too?

What?

-MOBILE RINGS

-I think you got something that belongs to me.

-Nah.

-Come on, don't be silly.

-Finders keepers.

-Look just hand it over.

Nah. You're going to have to go call the cops.

Go on.

Um, leave it.

-He's trying to rob you!

-I don't care.

I got your phone!

-An' I ain't giving it back!

-OK, then, you keep hold of it.

HE SOBS

-LIAM SOBS

-Liam!

Leave me alone, I just want to go home.

I didn't think you had one any more, mate.

I mean the Young Offenders, where all my mates are, innit?

Aw, Liam, come on. What sort of future is that?

You not worked it out yet?! I haven't got a future.

I'm a total loser, even my mum's given up on me!

Look, I'm sure I can get you some help.

Go on, let me try?

What kind of help?

I don't know yet, do I?! Blimey, give us a chance!

Are you hungry?

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

So why don't we go and have a sarnie and a cup of tea?

And then we'll have a little chat.

What do you say?

Good lad.

Go on, pick your bag up. Come on.

Is he going to be all right, Charlie? MONITORS BEEP

With the right medication, we should be able to keep him alive

until he's a pathetic old man.

Come on, your mum's waiting downstairs.

I love you, Dad.

I love you.

-I've got something to tell you, Mehmet.

-Eh?

-Your wife's been rather busy while you were away.

-Oh, God...

-In fact, she gave us a little surprise.

-Here's Daddy.

This is your son.

-Really? Is he really mine?

-I certainly hope so.

We're a family. What could be more important than that?

He's just in here. Keep the door open at all times.

I'll be right outside.

-Hi.

-I believe you have something to tell me?

I haven't stopped thinking about her all day.

It just really bugs me that if she CAN hear us,

you know what that means?

That the only person who knows I shouldn't be in here,

that's your Yvonne.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Just that if there's a heaven, she must know I didn't kill her.

Oh, this is priceless, this is.

Your friend said you wanted to tell me the truth.

That is the truth.

You're lying. You've lied to me from day one.

Why have you brought me all the way here just to lie to me again?

-I didn't stab her.

-Have you any idea what you've taken away from me?!

-Do you?!

-You're not listening to me.

-Yes, I am!

You hate it here, don't you?

You feel like you've died and woken up in hell. Well, good. I'm glad.

-Because that's exactly how I feel!

-Mr Jordan...

I'm done... I'm done.

You say you're innocent.

By an amazing coincidence, so are all the other lads in here.

It's tragic.

All my years in this job and I've yet to meet a single boy who

has committed any crime whatsoever.

You need to accept your situation, Neil.

Stop fighting and try and make the best of it.

Otherwise you're just going to make yourself ill. OK? Good lad.

Tomorrow, I'll see about moving you into a single room.

-Thanks, Mr Mercer.

-How more times? My name's Aiden.

-Thanks, Aiden.

-You're very welcome.

DISTANT CLANGING

DISTANT THUD

-Oh, God, no!

-ALARM BELLS RING

CHEERING AND WOOPING

Get me the nurse, quickly! Everyone back in their cells!

Come on, I need your help!

SHOUTING/ALARM BELLS

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