Life Goes On Casualty

Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace,

according to thy word.

For mine eyes have seen thy salvation.

-Yasmin, give me the tape.

-Don't touch me.

You'd rather I'd told the truth, yeah?

If you don't, I will.

-I didn't stab her.

-Why bring me all the way here

just to lie to me again?

We're a family.

What could be more important than that?

BELL RINGS

Back in your cells. Get back in your cells.

Back in your cells. Get them back in their cells quickly.

Keep them all in here.

ENGINE STARTS

Stop!

What the...?

-He's tried to kill himself.

-Who?

Johns. Neil Johns. He's just tried to hang himself.

Come on.

This way.

HUBBUB

In here.

OK, give him some room.

-Give him some room. Is he breathing?

-Yeah.

He's got a decent pulse.

Bag and ventilation mask, please.

-And a rigid collar.

-OK.

Thank you.

Neil.

Neil?

-'Control to 3006.'

-Go ahead, control.

'Emergency call to Portisfield Young Offenders Institute, Ralph Way.

-'Attempted hanging.'

-On our way, over.

-Get that?

-Yeah, loud and clear.

SIREN WAILS

Aye-aye.

There's one for you two.

If we weren't in such a hurry,

I'd jump out there and pull her for you myself.

SHE CHUCKLES

-I just want to hold him.

-You can see him any time.

Just let them settle him into SCBU and I'll get someone to take you.

How are you feeling now?

Tired, sore, but we've got a beautiful baby boy.

Yeah, I just saw.

And you, Mr Aslan? How are you feeling?

Bit of a fraud. Taket...whatever.

-Takotsubo.

-Sounds like a sumo wrestler.

No, it is a real condition, I promise you.

What you both need now, though, is plenty of rest.

-Tess, can you chase up CCU and Obstetrics for Mr and Mrs Aslan?

-Of course.

What are you doing?

-We need to get rid of this.

-Give it to me.

-Are you sure?

-Yes.

We've waited too long to have a family.

I'm not going to throw it all away now.

What about Neil Johns?

-What about him?

-He's in court tomorrow.

-So?

-What if he gets convicted of murder?

We'll say he...acted in self-defence.

It was an accident.

-We can help him to...

-Get a lighter sentence?

Mehmet.

It's no longer just about me and you.

We've got a family to think about now.

You wouldn't want either of us to go to prison, would you?

Shouldn't be much longer. Let's just tuck you in.

-All right?

-It's fine.

Just pop this back on.

Mr Rogers has kindly donated these for the staff.

I love the ones with jam in them.

-If you could take him through, please, Robyn.

-You got a first name?

Yep. Harry.

Query fractured ankle.

He fell off the running machine while reaching for one. He's not happy.

-Doughnuts? Somebody buy them for us?

-Sorry, not for you.

You wouldn't want one anyway. Not with your health kick.

-I was only admiring them.

-Lusting after them, more like.

Do you know what, right?

I had bran for breakfast, rabbit food for lunch.

What's next? Bloomin' twig omelette or something?

-I always love coming here.

-Why?

It just reminds me how lucky I am I didn't end up in a place like this.

They didn't lock you up for stealing apples, not even in your day.

Well, I did a bit more than nick a few apples.

Yeah? Like what?

-I nicked that car that time.

-Yeah.

Was a Dinky car, off his brother.

It was a collector's item, actually. It was worth a lot of money.

Aye-aye.

That's some salty looking dudes.

Stay back.

All right, all right. Settle down, you lot.

-You're like a bunch of girls going to a school disco.

-Why, what's going on?

-Zip it, Zak.

-I want to know what's going on.

Shut it, or I'll superglue your lips together.

-This way.

-Thank you.

-Stand back. Come on.

-Stand back.

Stay back, please.

HUBBUB

-In here.

-Thanks.

Mr Jordan.

Airway's secure, breathing's secure, after a period of respiratory arrest. Would you?

So, what happened?

He tried to hang himself.

It's Nylon.

Right, he's lucky you were here.

OK, let's maintain inline immobilisation.

Can you get the monitor, please, Jamie?

Yeah, we've got a bit of a head injury here.

Yes, he hit his head on the corner of his cabinet when they cut him down.

It was an accident. We just wanted to get him down.

You're OK, sweetheart.

HE GROANS I don't care.

Right, let's...

Let's get a spinal board, please, J. What are you doing here?

Wasting my time.

BEEPING

-Are you all right, Mr Aslan?

-I...

He had cramp. Needed to stretch his legs.

-Everything OK?

-Yes, just a little cramp.

-There we go.

-Thank you.

Next time you have cramp, be best if you let someone know, all right?

Nylon, what happened?

-The jacks give you some?

-Just stay back, and no rubbernecking.

-Guess who's just turned up.

-His mother.

-Third time this week.

-He still doesn't want to see her.

-What do I tell her?

-Tell her he's had an accident and they're taking him to the hospital.

If she turns up there, I'll talk to her.

-Nylon, what happened?

-Shut it, Zak.

-I'm exercising my right to free speech.

-Just move!

-That's harassment, man.

-Just get to your classes.

Come on, get up, Danni. You're all right.

Danni.

I'll come with you. I'll get my car picked up.

-Right, let's get out of here, yeah?

-I'm going to go and check it out.

I'll be a sec.

-Back off, Zak.

-What's his name?

Danni.

-I'm going to go and check he's all right, Jeff.

-All right.

Danni, can you tell me where it hurts?

Zak, move now, or you're going to lose your place on the work scheme.

OK.

He is very cold.

Can I have a look at your stomach, sweetheart?

Dix, come on, we've got to wiggle, mate.

-No, you get off, Jeff, but can you radio for another ambulance, please?

-OK.

Just try and relax, Danni.

DANNI GROANS

When you spoke to him, was there anything that made you think he was on the edge.

No, no. He just... just told me he was innocent.

Nothing new there, then.

I wouldn't fancy MY chances in here. It must be hard.

Right, straight through, please, darling.

So, what do you reckon?

Could it be internal bleeding?

I've tried to get him to talk, but he's very defensive.

Well, some people like to keep things to themselves.

-I can just do without Jeff knowing, that's all.

-Fine.

-He's family, isn't he?

-So?

-Have you met my dad?

-I've heard about him.

And one thing I know about my Jeffery, he's nothing like him.

This is Neil Johns, 15-year-old from the Young Offenders Unit.

Attempted suicide in his cell.

Occipital head injury, laceration sustained from the hanging.

GCS 13, pulse 85,

BP stable at 125 systolic,

BM5, sats 95.

What happened?

He told me he was innocent and then he tried to hang himself.

OK, Nick, I've got it from here.

Can we get an urgent CT scan, please, of his head and neck?

I'll do that.

-Thought he'd gone home.

-So did I.

Nick, can I have a word? I really have to take this one.

-You're too close.

-He's my patient. I dealt with him at the scene.

Considering the situation, if anything went wrong,

there could be some serious fallout, and not just for you.

OK.

Thank you. Lloyd, can you book him in, please?

What are we going to do with him?

Just give me some time. I'll make him see sense.

-OK, we've got him from here, thanks.

-All right.

Is that really necessary?

Thanks, but rules ARE rules. Don't waste your breath arguing.

-What are they going to do to me?

-They're going to make sure you're all right.

Is there anyone that we can call? Your mum or your dad?

My mum's dead, and my dad, I haven't seen him since I was 11.

Is Portisfield the only address we've got?

At the moment, yeah.

-I've got him. Neil Johns.

-Neil Johns.

-That's my son.

-Sorry?

-My son. He's been admitted. I need to see him.

-Take a seat. I'll find out where he is.

-No, no.

I won't take a seat until I know what's happened to him.

I can assure you he's in good hands, and I'll keep you informed about how he's getting on.

-This is Daniel Petrovich.

-OK...

-Daniel...

-The name's Danni.

I changed my name. I don't answer to Daniel.

-He's got severe abdo pains.

-How old are you, Danni?

15.

-Have we got an address?

-I've got that for you, Noel.

Hey. How's it going?

Yeah, it's different. I'll say that for it.

If you've had enough, I can say I need you back in here.

No, it's good experience. Thanks for putting me up for it.

-Here to please.

-Dix, you can take him through to cubicles.

-Cheers, Tess.

-No, no, I'll get this one. It's all right.

You're all right, Big Mac.

Louise, they won't let me work. I'm trying to get the exercise here.

Sorry, why is this gentleman handcuffed...?

Ah. Ah, right. No, no, carry on, carry on.

Noel, can you pass me that, please?

-Tess?

-Mm-hm.

-Is that who I think it is?

Yeah.

It's quite a reunion, what with the Aslans here as well.

Shouldn't she be in prison?

She's out on bail, according to the newspapers. Her trial's next month.

Mrs Aslan wants to know if she can see her baby.

Let's go and speak to her.

Let's go talk babies.

With Mrs Aslan, that is.

They're going to take him up for a CT scan.

Do you know if he hit the side of his head at all?

He could have done, but I thought it was just the back of his head.

He's due in court tomorrow.

Well, they'll have to postpone it.

His mum's in reception. Do you want me to speak to her?

-No, I'll go.

-I don't think that's a good idea.

I do.

Charlie, will you keep an eye on him, please?

Well, I'll try, but I'm not sure it'll work.

Mrs Portman. We thought you'd like to know

your son's been taken through for a CT scan of his head and neck.

-What's wrong with him?

-I think we should go to the...

He tried hanging himself in his cell.

No!

No, he wouldn't. He just... He's... He's just a kid.

Well, obviously he couldn't face spending half of his life in prison.

-But he didn't do it.

-Maybe we should go somewhere private.

There's no reason for him to stab her. Why would he do that?

Why do certain people behave like marauding animals

given the first opportunity?

I wanted justice.

-No,

-I

-want justice! You wanted a fight.

My Nylon isn't a bad boy. He just isn't.

The police framed him.

-Yeah. It's all one big conspiracy.

-There's no point talking to you.

Cos I'm not like the mindless mob that you stirred up to riot?

I don't believe that everything that comes out of your mouth is gospel.

You know nothing. You have no idea what my life is like.

I know exactly what your life is like.

Poor diet, booze and drugs

and you think that everyone has to go around and pick up the pieces.

You think the world owes you.

You think it's your right to just take.

You call your kids stupid names like Nylon

and you preach hatred and prejudice

and then wonder why they end up in prison.

-You can't talk to me like that.

-No.

-But you think you can talk to me anyway that you want.

-Come on, Nick.

We'll get back to you as soon as we've got any news.

Why were you at Portisfield? Huh?

I went there because I wanted to hear someone confess.

I needed to hear someone say that they were sorry.

And did he? Did he confess?

Hm?

No.

Because he didn't do it.

OK, let's get a full set of obs, a BM and get an MSU.

Do you still have pain in your stomach?

Hi.

-Daniel.

-Danni. It's Danni.

-OK. Do you want to tell me what happened?

-I don't know.

How long have you had the pain?

-He did say a few days.

-Look...

I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me.

You're in severe pain. That doesn't happen for no reason.

-Can you tell him to leave me alone?

-He's only trying to help you.

-I don't need any help.

-I have to take a look, Daniel.

Danni! My name's Danni. Not Daniel. Danni.

It's not that difficult.

-Mr Aslan, how are you feeling?

-A lot better, thank you.

-Good.

How's the little one?

He's in the Special Care Baby Unit.

He's fine. It's precautionary as much as anything.

-Neil Johns.

-What about him?

-Nick.

-I was only going to say the court case tomorrow

looks like it will have to be postponed.

Why?

-Because he's tried...

-Because he's...had an accident.

So, it will just go on and on.

No, no. They'll set another date.

It'll give you more time to think, though.

-Think?

-Yes, any details that you can remember.

With no CCTV, you are the only witness,

and without you, they haven't got a lot to go on.

-He told the police everything.

-Yes, everything.

The boy was just trying to protect himself.

He just reacted in self-defence.

Self-defence?!

-Well, he was confused, scared.

-Hang on...

That night, the streets were going crazy.

The shop had been attacked.

Maybe he was just trying to find somewhere safe.

He heard somebody, so he just lashed out.

Is that what you're going to say in court?

Yes.

Come on, Nick. Time you called it a day.

No, I've got some things to sort out, Charlie.

Come on, let's take you to SCBU.

Excuse me, I just need a minute with my wife, please.

OK, and then we'll move you to CCU, all right?

We have to leave here. Get Hassan and I will find you.

-But...

-Please, Yasmin, just do as I ask.

Thank you.

Don't give me any mouth, mate.

I know my rights.

I want to speak to him now. Move, man.

So, you do as I say or you're finished, you nobody.

Yeah, I've told you he's being treated.

And you need to watch what you say. This call's being recorded.

Yeah, like I care! I want to speak to him now!

Zak. Work scheme - it's now or never.

Mug!

-Excuse me.

-Sorry.

One sec.

Hey.

-Remember me?

-Yeah, course I do.

My son's been admitted and nobody's telling me what's going on.

OK, sorry. I'll only be a minute. I'll check for you.

Would you get me some water from the shop, please?

I have the money.

Two minutes, we'll be going to the CCU.

I like...sparkling water.

There we go.

OK.

BEEPING

-There you go.

-Noel. Mrs Portman's son?

Yeah, He's having a CT scan.

-Are you TRYING to wind me up?

-No.

I know he's having a scan.

There won't be much more information we can give you

until he comes out of the scan, but we'll see what we can do, all right?

Yeah?

-We're going to have to do it again. We need you to keep your head really still.

-Whatever.

I just want a quick word.

-Nick...

-Won't take long.

-Not now.

-Excuse me.

Neil... In court tomorrow, are you pleading self-defence?

What?

Are you pleading guilty to manslaughter in self-defence?

No way.

You'd be out in no time.

You don't get it, do you?

I'd rather kill myself than say I did something I didn't do!

OK, Charlie.

I don't need to do the gym. I must do ten miles a day in this place.

-You don't do ten miles a day.

-I bet you I do.

-All right, give me your phone.

-What for?

-Your phone, let me have a look at it.

-There you go.

-Right.

What you need, mate, is a pedometer.

Then there'll be no argument.

Right, there you go. It's an app.

-Just set it to zero and get walking.

-Cool.

Have you seen Mr Aslan?

No, sorry. Oh, um, Aoife, is this yours?

No. I thought someone might have thrown it out by mistake.

If nobody claims, you can just chuck it.

Somerdale stores? Where did you find that?

A bin in cubicle two.

-Do you think you could get me something to play that on?

-I'll have a look.

-Cheers.

-What did you just take?

-Nothing. I was just having a drink.

-No, you weren't. I saw you take something.

-It was nothing.

Look, mate, I'm a student nurse. I've got no power.

I just want to see you get better.

So, if you're taking something, you need to tell us.

You could be here for a while, so if there's a problem,

you need to let us know.

It's not a problem.

I'm transitioning.

OK. So, you're in the process of becoming a...

A girl. Which is what I really am.

And have you spoken to anyone about this?

-I've tried.

-And?

I've been in care since I was eight.

As soon as I thought I'd found someone who understood,

I was shifted off to another family.

Most of them just thought I was mixed up.

I'm not mixed up. I know what I am.

And this transition, is it happening now?

Yeah. I'm taking hormone suppressants. Those were my last.

Can you get me some more?

I'll be right back. OK?

-Brought a second opinion.

-Which means he doesn't know what's wrong with him.

-He's transitioning.

-What?

Male to female. But... he's a bit wary of talking about it.

-Yeah, I bet.

-How far along is he with the progression?

I'm not sure. I mean, he's taking hormone suppressants

and I don't think he's hit puberty yet.

-How old is he?

-15.

He's cutting it a bit fine. I'll see what I can get out of him.

Hello, my name is Sam. I'm a doctor here at the ED.

Do you mind if I take a look at your stomach?

I think... I'm going to be...

OK. Linda.

-Yeah?

-Thank you.

It's OK.

Robyn, tissues please.

-OK?

-You all right?

-It's OK.

It's OK.

It's OK.

-Haematemesis?

-Probably. Speed the fluids up and call the lab and ask them

to cross-match four units of the earlier group and save.

We need to get to the bottom of what's causing this.

A guy wanting to be a girl in an all-male prison?

I don't think we can rule anything out.

Guys, we're going to move him to cubicle three.

HE CRIES OUT IN PAIN

What's happened?

-What's happened?

-I cut myself!

Total plonker! Let me have a look. You are a numpty.

-Do you know where they've gone?

-No.

Mehmet needs to be in CCU.

If he's not resting, he could have a real problem.

I tell you what. I'll take the stairs, you take the lift.

Hey, hey! Hey.

You know what you've done to my son, don't you?

Stay away. Stay away!

-You know you nearly killed him.

-Just keep away from us!

He tried to hang himself because of you.

Because of your lies.

-He nearly died!

-Come on.

-It's all your fault.

-Everything all right here?

Sorry.

-Nothing.

-Um, outside.

Come on.

There you go - tenth of mile. I only popped outside.

There's ten tenths in a mile, times another ten for the ten miles,

means you'll only have to walk in and out a hundred times.

Well, yeah, exactly.

HE CHUCKLES

-'Control to 3006.'

-Can you check him in?

3006, go ahead. Over.

Danni Petrovich.

-What about him?

-He's in here, isn't he?

-Can't you leave that boy alone?

-No.

-Neil.

-What's she doing here?

Sorry. You'll have to wait in reception.

-Excuse me, please.

-Get her away from me.

-Just listen to me, please.

-Why should I?

-Because I'm your mum.

-That's the problem.

They think I'm like you. Well, I'm not.

I didn't do it!

So, explain how you had the knife in your hand.

I don't know.

But I didn't kill anybody.

Because of you, everyone thinks I must have.

What, because she's a liar, you must be a liar?

-I'm no liar.

-Right.

Oh, and Wesley Royce's autopsy was wrong, was it?

The police stunned him, that's why he died.

He died from a blow to the head.

The police were there because there had been a domestic.

If you'd have admitted what you did, none of this would have happened.

No riot, no...no death

and no prison for you or your son.

The least you can do now is tell him the truth.

Please, for his sake.

It were an accident. I didn't mean it.

I didn't know it were going to kick off like that, did I?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

If I'd have known, I'd...

What about you, Neil? Do you want to tell the truth now?

I'll back you whatever, Neil.

You don't get it, do you?

I didn't stab anybody.

No policewoman, nobody.

You think you've got it bad.

What about me? Nobody believes me.

Not even my own mum believes me.

I do, Neil. I do believe you.

I believe you didn't do it.

You couldn't have done because you don't have it in you.

I knew that. You see, I knew that.

-HE SLURS WORDS

-No, you didn't.

You thought I was like you.

He's slurring.

-I'm not.

-Neil, calm down. It's all right. Look at me.

That's why I didn't, because I'm not like that.

-It can't be a bleed because the CT came back NAD.

-MRI scan.

All right, I'm on it.

-You've got to help him, please.

-..Yes.

Keep calm, give us some room.

-I promise, I'll never lie to you again.

-Excuse us, please.

It's OK.

Nylon, everything's going to be fine.

-Is he going to be all right?

-Yes, he'll be OK.

Mum.

Thanks. If I could take it all back, I would.

I know.

I was wrong. It wasn't him.

Where does that leave you? At least it gives you some sort of closure now, doesn't it?

No, it doesn't, Zoe, because...

Yvonne is dead and she's not coming back.

Mehmet Aslan.

Nurse, Mehmet Aslan - do you know where is?

-I don't know.

-What do you mean, you don't know?

He's disappeared with his wife and the child.

Sorry, Mr J, I saw them getting in a cab about half an hour ago.

Well, why didn't you stop them?

Nick, where you going? Nick!

How are we getting on?

I found this in the basement. It might not work.

What do we do about the Aslans?

Unless they're putting their baby's life in danger,

there's not much we can do.

I think you'd better get Zoe.

WHIRRING

Hello. What have we got?

He's had an accident with some glass. Lacerated his hand.

Ouch. Louise, can you take this young man's details, please?

Sure. What's your name, please?

-Doctor Cool.

-Zak Woodman, 17,

and he's resident at Portisfield Young Offenders Institute.

I can also rap for the man.

Black blade, black shades Bring on the raid

-Pants low...

-Zak, shut it.

So, is Danni round here some place, then?

What do you know about him being beaten up?

-You got it all wrong.

-So, I didn't see you threaten him?

No.

I was making sure he was OK. Why do you think I'm in here, man?

Why do you think I cut my hand? I want to see him.

So, you did this so you could see Danni Petrovich?

Yeah. He's cool. Makes me laugh.

See, thing is with Danni, he's real nice.

-But some people, they tend to pick on him.

-Do you?

-No, never.

I fight for him.

And he's, like, proud. He stands there proud.

Sorry, Tess. Hi, I'm Tom Kent.

-Kim.

-Hi. Can I have a word?

Jamie.

Jamie, could you tell Kim what you told me about Danni?

He said he was transitioning.

He's trying to change his sex.

What?

He's taking hormone suppressants to try and hold back puberty.

It's news to me.

Zak, is he really friendly with Danni?

Yeah, thick as thieves.

I think we should let him talk to him.

No, sorry.

But Zak could get Danni to tell us what this is about.

I think it's about abuse.

-We'd have known if it was.

-There are ways of hurting people and keeping it quiet.

We know them all. We couldn't afford to let it happen.

If we don't get to the bottom of this, that's exactly what everyone'll think.

Think about Portisfield's reputation.

-I've referred him to the medics and They'll admit him and do an OGD.

-OK.

This young man would like to speak to Danni.

I've said it's OK.

What the hell are you doing here?

I did it on purpose so I could see you.

Loser. You're mad, you are.

Where's it from, Dan? Someone have a go at you?

No. No-one dare touch me. You know that.

-So, how comes you've got it?

-I don't know.

Have you had a lot of alcohol? That can cause internal bleeding.

We wish.

-What about drugs?

-No, I never do drugs.

What about the hormone suppressants you took?

Where did you get them?

The doctor gave them to me.

No, he didn't.

Zak.

-I've got to tell them, Danni.

-No!

Where did you get them from?

The pharmacy.

I nicked them.

Danni had been getting these hormone suppressants off this website,

but inside, he couldn't get 'em.

He was getting so down, so I nicked him some ibuprofen.

They weren't hormone suppressants?

I thought if you believed they were them, they'd get you through your time inside.

-I've sold blokes dried tea leaves and watched them get high smoking it.

-You lied to me.

-He was only trying to help you, Danni.

-He still lied to me.

When you're in a relationship, you shouldn't lie. You shouldn't!

Fletch, call the police.

Nick, call me.

-You think I'd have done that for anyone else?

-Zak.

-Eh?

-Please, Dan.

-Zak, come on, let's go.

Danni, the ibuprofen is probably what's causing the bleeding,

but now we know what it is, we can deal with it, OK?

Well done.

Well, how am I going to deal with getting an Adam's apple

or hairs on my chest?

You can speak to the right people.

There are doctors and support groups that can help you.

But just don't get rid of Zak.

He was only trying to help you through a bad time.

And if you'd told us about the pills earlier,

we could have dealt with it quicker.

I didn't want to get him into trouble, did I?

Then you're both as bad as each other.

Mr Aslan?

Mehmet?

Tell me what happened that night.

Please tell me. I need to know.

I didn't mean it.

You didn't mean what?

I swear I didn't mean it.

You didn't mean what?

What didn't you mean?

Tell me.

Tell me!

I did it.

I killed her.

Mehmet?

I didn't mean to.

I thought she...

she was one of them.

I didn't know, I swear it.

I thought...thought I was protecting my family.

What is it?

What's happening?

Help him.

Please help him.

Mehmet!

Mehmet! Please do something.

Call an ambulance.

Ambulance. Please, I need an ambulance quickly.

Don't let him die.

Please, don't let him die.

-Mehmet...

-Somerdale stores.

-Mehmet.

-Edwards Parade.

Mehmet.

..OK, thanks. They're ready, Sue.

-What are you hoping we can do?

-Get him some sound medical help.

The only reason he's in prison

is because he needed nine grand for a sex change op in Bangkok.

-Am I supposed to find that admirable?

-No. Just desperate.

He's been living with this since he was a kid

and he hasn't had one ounce of backing.

But he's here, in this department. Shouldn't we do something?

OK, I'll get someone to see him.

There's a mental health specialist who deals with gender dysphoria.

There's also support groups he can talk to, like Mermaids.

-They'll guide him through it.

-Thanks.

OK, they're going to get someone to come and talk to you

and get you in contact with a support group.

What, like Ladyboys Anonymous(?)

No! These are professionals.

Talk to them, tell them how you really feel.

Get help. Just not off the internet.

-Can I tell Zak?

-I'll see.

Hi.

Can he have one last word? Please?

Sure you wouldn't like me to book them a room at The Savoy,

make a night of it?

Right, you run, I'll make sure you'll never run again, got it?

Just have to hope they learn. Most of them never do.

Within six months, they're back with us.

Do you have to report him for the ibuprofen?

Yeah, rules are rules.

Can you bend them? Just this once?

You don't give up, do you?

We should never have lied.

Yes, well, you only lied to save your family.

I think for the first time in my life, I understand that.

-Are you OK?

-Yes, I'm fine. We did an ECG on site.

Heart rate 110, rapid breathing, centrally cyanosed,

so he could be having a pulmonary embolism.

Let's give him some Clexane, please, some bloods off,

do an arterial gas and I'll need an urgent CTPA.

Oh, and let's check the baby over, cos they weren't discharged.

-OK, I'm on it.

-I'll be upstairs, OK?

Right, I think that is me signing off for the day.

Shall we check the grand total?

2.8 miles? That can't be right.

Ah, that's only for half a day, of course.

Ah, yeah. So, in that case, I should probably double it...

Well, no, quadruple it, because mornings are busier.

So, that, er, is over ten miles. Hm!

I think I've earned one of these.

Very nice!

PHONE RINGS

Nick Jordan. ..Yes, Charlie.

OK, I'll be straight down.

-Yes?

-Have a look at this.

I was right, large pulmonary embolism.

The left pulmonary artery is totally blocked.

The right ventricle is under tremendous pressure.

To dislodge that clot,

I suggest mechanical fragmentation through the femoral vein.

-I can't do that.

-Well, any other method is too risky.

The clot came through the leg and so I can't risk any more damage to the femoral vein.

-I can see where this is going.

-We have to go through the jugular.

This is where I have to remind us this is not an ED procedure.

You're taking him up, aren't you?

I spoke to Cardiology and the registrar's in the middle of a case

and the consultant's on call at home.

So, you want me to do it?

You've HAVE to do it.

Zoe, if he dies...

If you don't do it, he definitely will die.

Come on, Nick. We're all prepped.

Get me a gown.

OK, I'm going to use a 6 French temporary pacing wire

with femoral curve, please.

Let's get the defib on stand-by, just in case.

Gloves.

OK.

Let's get some light on this. Are we all set?

-Intensifier ready?

-Ready when you are.

Right, let's get it on there, please.

Needle.

Needle going in.

Seldinger wire.

OK, needle coming out.

Sheath.

Fiddly.

Oops.

That's got it.

Dilation wire coming out.

Pacing wire.

OK, screen on.

Feeding the wire in.

Right ventricle.

Good.

-Ectopics.

-That's to be expected.

OK.

OK.

I'm in the pulmonary artery.

Let's pray we can unblock this.

Screen off.

That's it.

Screen on.

OK.

Let's get this unblocked.

No.

No, it keeps going down the right.

OK, screen off.

-We need to think about abandoning this, Zoe.

-Just a bit longer.

He'll have to go upstairs.

Screen on.

No.

Sats are dropping.

Got it. Got it, got it. It's gone down. I'm in the left.

OK, fragmenting.

Done it. Dispersing.

-Excellent.

-Sats improved, BP'S coming up.

You did it.

Thanks. Thank you.

-White wine?

-Uh, yes.

Couldn't stop nursing in the end, could you?

You know, once a nurse, always a nurse, all that.

He seemed to trust me. There wasn't much more I could do.

No. Well, you were more his age than us, I suppose.

I don't think it was just that. I think he picked up I was gay.

Yeah, could have been that.

You knew.

No, not till about two seconds ago, no.

And it doesn't bother you?

Why's it going to bother me?

My wife's gay.

Anyway, I'm not your dad.

Yeah, I'm getting that.

I'd just prefer it if he didn't know, that's all.

Yeah, I understand.

Come on, give me a big man hug!

Ohh!

Thanks.

-Here you go.

-Thank you.

Excuse me.

This is unusual.

Never be predictable. I was taught that.

-Let me buy you a drink.

-No, no. I'm not stopping.

I just...just wanted to give you those.

Both of us in the pub! There's a first.

Are these for the office?

Yeah.

I just wanted to say thank you,

thank you very much for all your support over the last...

-Oh, don't worry about it.

-..few months.

-It's fine. That's what we do. Isn't it, Charlie?

-What's that?

Look out for each other. We're just glad to have you back.

We'll I'm...I'm not staying, so...I'll see you...

whenever.

What are you talking about?

Don't make me do this. Not here, please.

What?

The whole goodbye thing. I...

I can't.

Goodbye?

Well, you don't need me any more, do you?

You're doing perfectly well without me. Time for me to move on.

Move on? Where to?

Michigan.

Maybe.

There's somebody out there with whom I used to work.

-You mean Anton Meyer?

-It could just work.

All I know is, I can't stay here. Well, not in Holby anyway.

Too many memories. So...you look after it, OK?

All of you. You look after it.

Keep doing what you...what you do.

You...make this department the very best it can be. OK?

Nick.

Nick.

Nick.

Hey!

Hey, come on.

Thank you.

For what?

For this.

Life goes on.

You'll be great without me.

ENGINE STARTS

HORN BEEPS

DOG BARKS

Gangway!

-Who the hell's that?

-I've no idea.

-How's the new locum settling in?

-Ah, well, that's the thing.

Yeah, he's working on a hunch.

He's a bit flash for my taste.

I think he's fit.

How thin is the line between brilliant and reckless?

He's like me - tall, black, good-looking.

He's a showboater and we haven't got time for adrenaline junkies.

-Hang on, who are you?

-Don't worry, I'm a doctor.

Martin Ashford. Consultant, Holby City ED.

Welcome back to the NHS.

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