If Not for You Casualty

TELEPHONE BEEPS

How many's that, then?

15 in the last two days.

Well, you were engaged to the guy.

'Were' being the operative word. It's past tense. Finished.

Maybe you should get him over, we'll tell him what we think of him.

In fact, let's send him an invite right now.

Jamie!

Jamie!

-Come and get it.

-It's not funny. Give me the phone back.

Come as soon as you can, kiss...

BRAKES SQUEAL

Sorry!

Great.

-I didn't really send it, it was a joke.

-Ha-ha(!)

Never mind winding the boss up before the shift starts.

-It's not going to be down here.

-Where do you suggest we go, then?

I don't know, Tyler, why don't you surprise me again?!

I'm tired and I'm hungry.

And just to remind you, I'm doing this as a favour.

-Tyler!

-BRAKES SQUEAL

HE SCREAMS

You got here, then?

Huh, my car wouldn't start, today of all days.

-Then, the taxi nearly broke my neck when it slammed on its brakes.

-Excuse me, hhh...

Not good omens.

Except, of course, that we are men and women of science,

and we don't believe in omens.

But there is always a case to be made.

How's the new locum settling in?

Ah, well, that's the thing, you see.

Oh, Charlie, don't tell me he's not coming.

We're are thinly stretched as it is and the flu bug's hitting...

He just hasn't arrived yet.

He will be here, trust me.

Me and locums!

HE MOANS

-What's your name?

-Tyler.

Hold his head stable like I showed you. Hands to the side.

I need something to stem the blood.

Hope this isn't your favourite T-shirt, Tyler.

Stay nice and still.

Try not to move.

HE SCREAMS

Is he going to be all right?

Don't worry, I'm a doctor.

Ah, here come the cavalry.

OK, mate? Let the dog see the rabbit.

Martin Ashford. Consultant, Holby City ED. First day today.

Since when did consultants start combing the streets for patients?

Since they were running late for work.

Mum!

DOG BARKS IN THE BACKGROUND

Mum.

Are you OK?

Out there.

DOG CONTINUES BARKING

Oh, my God!

HE SCREAMS

DOG GROWLS

Barney, get off him!

Get it off! Make it stop!

Get him off me!

I'm trying. Barney, come on!

HE SCREAMS

Be careful!

Get him off me!

SHE SCREECHES

Aaahh! Get off, Barney!

SHE SCREECHES

Barney! Aaah!

DOG GROWLS

Barney! Cease!

SHE SCREECHES

So you arrived late, almost caused an accident.

And now Zoe's like a bear with a sore head.

Yep.

HE LAUGHS

Vincent Mitchell?

Wasn't the new locum supposed to be starting today?

Yes, he'll be here, don't worry.

He can't seem to shake this cold.

It's on his chest now.

OK, let's see what we can do.

All right?

-What are you doing?

-Stocking triage.

Before the flu Tsunami hits.

-Louise, can you get the relevant doctors to code these? None have been done.

-Right away, Dr Hanna.

Still no sign of him?

No. Something must have happened.

Something's seriously going to happen to him

if he's not here in the next half an hour without a decent excuse.

I thought he was breaking in.

I only wanted Barney to scare him off.

He was doing his job.

His job? He just attacked someone and then turned on me.

He was a burglar. I'll find him, I'll kick his head in.

What is it with you? Leave it.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

Oh, my chest feels really tight.

It's all right, Mum, whoever he was, he's gone, OK.

There's nothing to worry about.

Robbie'll make you a nice cup of tea.

Won't you, Robbie?

Yeah.

He's still losing a lot of blood.

Gangway!

All right, this way.

Who the hell's that?

I've no idea.

OK, let's shift him across.

That's great.

OK. Nice and clean!

OK, on three, please! One, two, three!

Great. Can we sort U&E, FBC, glucose,

cross match him for four units of blood and an ECG, please?

Hang on. Who are you?

Ash. Sorry. Martin Ashford.

Locum Consultant.

Tess.

-Sam Nicholls.

-First day. First patient.

This is Tyler McHugh, 20.

RTC, motorbike versus car at about 40mph.

Bruising and grazing to right shoulder,

clinically fractured fibula

and traumatic degloving to lower right leg.

On arrival, GCS 15, not KO'd.

Pulse 110, BP 115/70, sats 97%.

He's had Entonox and ten mgs of morphine. About right, Jeff?

Yep, spot on.

OK, let's get him off the board,

call the X-ray down and get hold of the orthopaedic surgeons.

-OK.

-Any questions?

There's a second casualty en route,

the pillion rider, cuts and bruises.

-Can you take that?

-Yeah.

I'm Linda.

'Control to 3006?'

3006. Go ahead, over.

You want to come on this one, Ash?

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

HE LAUGHS

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

What you on?

What? It was funny.

Eh, that man is cool.

A bit flash for my taste.

I think he's fit!

Did you get a name?

Hey!

He is "the man with no name".

He's like, uh...Clint Eastwood in that movie...High Plains Drifter,

turning up to save the town.

Ah, now, I think you'll find you're wrong there,

because in High Plains Drifter,

Eastwood played the part of avenging ghost of Marshall Jim Duncan.

Whereas the man with no name only appeared

in the films of Sergio Leone.

I'm not even going to ask how you know all that.

Who's this?

The consultant with no name.

Yeah, he's like me - tall, black, good-looking.

Ah-ha. "They seek him here, they seek him there..."

Good news.

Surgeons all tied up in theatre

and there's no ortho beds to transfer him to.

So we may have to park him up until they're ready.

Looks like you're stuck in a queue, Tyler.

I'm not in a hurry.

Still a good strong pulse in the ankle.

Can we irrigate with saline and get some iodine soaks on the wound?

And give him 250 of Humotet to be on the safe side.

Hey. Charlie.

Sorry I'm late. Got delayed.

Don't worry, even superheroes get stuck in traffic.

Don't tell me you forgot your mask and cape this morning?

Well, I only use them on special occasions.

Well, last time is one you won't forget in a hurry.

HE LAUGHS

Sorry, this is Zoe.

Doctor Hanna, Clinical Lead.

Ah...

I suggest you get yourself changed before you deal with any more patients, Doctor Ashford.

The idea is to make them feel better, not scare them half to death.

Have you got a spare shirt, Charlie?

We'll find you something, yeah.

THEY CHUCKLE

SIRENS WAILING

All right, mate?

Hello, love. I'm Dixie. Can you hear me?

Let's have you sat up a sec. Take your time.

What's your name?

Curtis... Curtis Pryce.

This looks like a bite. What's happened?

Arghhh. It was a dog.

There's not a lot we can do for him here.

Right, let's run his OBS and get him loaded.

Curtis, we're going to take you into the hospital, sweet, OK?

We'd been driving all night.

The eejit was knackered, didn't see the car coming out.

And beside that,

Tyler and common sense are barely on nodding terms at the best of times.

Yet, you let him drive you on a motorbike all night?

Well, when it's matters of the heart,

desperate circumstances call for desperate measures.

-You're on a love quest, then?

-Every day...

-Where have you been?

-Sorting out Aoife.

Her pain-in-that-backside ex-fiance has been texting her.

This Craig guy's got a lot to answer for.

This is Robyn, one of our Student Nurses.

Hiya. I'm..."the Craig guy".

Right...

Um... I'll be back in a minute.

Robyn!

Craig!

-What?

-Craig's here! Triage!

Now! No, don't look!

Vincent's a diabetic in his late 60s.

-Have you given him paracetamol?

-Yep.

We'll start him on some fluids. I'll write him a prescription.

He's always prided himself on fighting things off on his own so...

-He didn't have a flu jab.

-Yeah, I know the feeling.

SHE SNEEZES

How are you doing?

She didn't get a flu jab.

Well, Flu Triage is all set up ready for the onslaught.

Thank you.

Anything for you, Tess.

What was that for?

That's for being insincere.

Who's being insincere?

You look awful.

Yeah, and you're fired!

I need a break.

Craig's here.

Craig?

Oh, what? Craig, Craig?

-I just need ten minutes to get my head together before I see him, is that all right?

-Yeah, go for it.

You could have introduced me before I put my foot in it.

She's having a bad day.

Ditto.

I knew I'd have my work cut out when I recommended you for this job.

Why is that?

Because you and Zoe Hanna are very similar in some ways.

Charlie, can you double-check we're stocked up on everything

that this flu bug is going to throw at us, please?

Yes, don't worry - we're sorted.

-Ash?

-Hey, Dixie, what have we got?

This is Curtis Pryce.

Mid-to-late 50s, we found him on the street,

he's got dog bites to his right forearm, left thigh and right cheek.

Very nasty.

Right.

Hi, Curtis. I'm Doctor Ashford.

This is a box of his personal effects.

-Thank you.

-Anyone with him?

-No.

OK, Curtis, can you just wiggle your bum

-over to the other bed, please, love.

-Take your time, sir.

HE MOANS

Can someone notify Plastics? Get his face wound seen too.

I'll get him booked in straight away.

Thank you.

Oh, uh... Head of Reception. Noel Garcia.

-Vital signs en route.

-OK.

Pulse 78, BP 130/80, sats 97. Thank you.

Curtis, are you normally fit and well?

Any long-term conditions?

No.

Temperature 38.2.

I was in a fight...

Yeah, with a dog.

Let's give him a gram of IV paracetamol and see how he goes...

-Mum?

-I still feel shaky.

Where did Robbie go?

He took Barney for a quick walk, to calm him down.

That flaming dog.

What if the man comes back?

I doubt it.

Then Barney did his job.

If the police find out he attacked someone, they'll take him away.

No-one's taking Barney anywhere.

I told you, you were making him too aggressive. He's dangerous.

Only to scumbag burglars.

How many burglars do you know that carry flowers with them on a job?

So, who was he?

I don't know, but what if he reports what happened to the police?

You should get that seen too, love.

Well, you're going to have to take me to the hospital.

I'm getting Barney out of here.

Like you said, if the bloke tells the police, they'll take him away.

So Tyler's going to be fine?

Yeah, looks that way.

It's the first good news I've had all day, thank you, lovely.

The day's still young.

HE CHUCKLES

-Hey, babe!

-What the hell are you doing here?

-You weren't answering my messages.

-I wonder why.

It was a mistake, the internet stuff.

Tyler used my photo instead of his own.

You've had weeks to think of an excuse and that the best you can come up with?!

If you don't believe me, ask Tyler.

Go home, Craig.

I've come all this way here to put things straight.

Well, you've wasted your time.

Everything all right?

Everything is dandy, thank you, mate.

And any time spent with you is not time wasted.

Are you back to work then, or what?

We need to talk properly, Aoife.

I'm back to work.

HE SIGHS

Still high.

How are you feeling, Curtis?

It's so hot in here.

The paracetamols haven't brought his temperature down fast enough.

Can we get a fan in here, please, Robyn?

OK, no problem.

I've got a headache too. Haven't felt good since I arrived.

From Tunisia, I live there.

-Got here a week ago.

-And have you been feeling bad all week?

Yeah, a bit under the weather. Today, it got worse.

In what way?

I couldn't shake this headache and I felt a bit dizzy.

-So, are you over here on business or pleasure?

-A bit of both.

I'm planning to move back to the UK.

So, this trip's a sort of a recce?

I'm...trying to catch up with some old friends.

I'm sorry. I feel...worn out...

You rest and we'll get this temperature down.

You think there is an underlying infection?

A tropical disease of some kind?

Well, he's certainly pyrexial,

but let's not go down the tropical diseases route.

Remember there is a flu bug doing the rounds here

and his symptoms started after he'd arrived in the UK.

OK, I'll do an MSU, bloods and a chest X-ray.

-OK.

-Here you go, Doc.

Hot blackcurrant with honey and lemon and some paracetamol on the side.

That's thoughtful of you, Mac.

Nothing to do with me, I'm afraid, it's down to this gentleman here.

-Thanks, Mac.

-Yeah, we aim to please.

-I thought you could do with a hot drink.

-Thank you.

Charlie, I'll be in my office for the next five minutes, yeah?

Keep me posted.

What?

Didn't say a word.

Oh, Robyn. When Curtis Pryce was brought in,

did he have any pills or medication with him?

Just a small bottle of eye drops, artificial tears.

Anything else?

A business card, some plastic, some cash and a letter.

-I meant, anything medical.

-No.

Sorry to be a nuisance,

but is anyone coming back to look at Vincent Mitchell?

-Lead the way, sir.

-Thank you.

Hi. Can I help?

Actually, it's me who needs to see someone.

Sorry, my mistake. What's your name?

Ciara Clarkson.

OK, Miss Clarkson.

If you take a seat, the Triage Nurse will see you shortly.

Need to report that dog bite, Noel, can you tell me where the patient was picked up?

Yep, um...it was a park in Spencer Street.

OK.

The person Barney attacked is here. We need to go.

-But, your arm...

-Now, Mum!

-Ms Clarkson?

-Yes?

The Triage Nurse will see you now.

Sit there and don't move.

I understand that a Curtis Pryce was brought in earlier.

-Minor flu patients are being...

-Or people with colds.

Yes, are being advised and discharged as quickly as possible.

Maybe you should think about going home.

Have you seen the paperwork I've got to get through?

Shut yourself away and get on with it. We'll call you if you're needed.

What does it look like on the new locum's first day if the boss pulls a sickie?

Now, that's an excuse he will understand.

No, Charlie.

I can't believe I was prepared to give up everything for Craig. What a sap.

Well, he does have a fairly plausible excuse for what happened.

If that had been me and I'd done something that bad,

I'd have stayed in Ireland.

You're not helping, Fletch.

HE CHUCKLES

Everything OK between you and your mentoree?

Her ex-fiance's turned up and she's just finding it a bit hard to deal with.

Because, in the meantime, she's found someone else

to focus her adoration on?

I'm a father figure.

What?

HE CHUCKLES

Pulse 75, 130/80, and sats are 94.

Keep an eye on his output and get another nebuliser.

OK.

Vincent? Can you hear me?

Try and slow down your breathing, OK?

Never known him knocked down like this.

He's usually the strong one.

How long have you been together?

49 years.

-Wow!

-50 next month.

If nothing should happen to him...

What are his chances?

It's up to him, really.

But if he's a fighter, like you say...

I need to call his son.

He has a son?

I can contact him. Do you have a number?

His name's Kyle Martin. He's a lawyer.

Meantime, Jacob here needs you to fight. Ain't that right, Jacob?

I just thought it'd get cleaned up, I'd get a Tetanus and be out.

The Triage Nurse was concerned there was something in the wound.

So I need to give you an X-ray and get you some antibiotics.

Am I keeping you up?

Sorry. Long day. Long days.

Yeah?

I take care of my mum. She has COPD.

Oh!

It's OK.

So there's no brothers or sisters to share the load?

A brother. Half-brother.

But he's...unreliable.

Unreliable meaning worse than useless?

He's young.

So are you. It's OK.

Inside, I feel 102.

OK, Curtis, I am just going to take your temperature.

Just keep nice and still.

There we go, OK.

I said I was coming...

Curtis?

I need to see her... I have to...

Do you mean your daughter, Curtis?

-Stop it, stop!

-OK.

Tyler McHugh's been waiting down here since just after nine o'clock.

OK, well, then can you let me know when you can fit him in? Thanks.

Surgeons! You wouldn't think we are on the same team.

Has anyone seen Aoife?

No, but she was meant to be changing my patient's dressing about ten minutes ago.

Linda. Ash asked me to observe Curtis, and report any changes...

And is there any?

He still seems really restless.

-OK.

-How we getting on with the patients?

Plastics and Orthos have seen Tyler and we've moved him to a bay.

Vincent Mitchell was seen by Doctor Ashford

and he's just had another five of salbutamol.

OK, and Curtis Pryce?

His wounds are all sorted. We are just waiting on Plastics to review him.

OK, good, let's get him up to a ward.

SHE COUGHS

You OK?

Oh, no, just getting hot and cold all the time.

It's probably all this running around.

Then, go home and stop running around.

-Leave the department in the hands of the new locum?

-I wouldn't mind being in his hands.

Every new man that walks through that door, Linda.

You've got to get it where you can find it.

He's wearing a wedding ring so that's a definite no-no.

I didn't notice.

Yeah, right. I believe you.

The dressing will need to be reviewed in the morning.

And you could be run down because you're slightly anaemic.

Do you mind if I take a look in your eye?

Just stay still.

Have you got blurred vision in your left eye?

I went to a specialist in my teens.

Said I had some condition.

I remembered it as Kerry Katona.

Keratoconus?

I had lenses, but after a while they just started getting sore.

You should have been seeing that specialist regularly.

-I looked it up online and it said it was genetic.

-It can be, yeah.

But from what I can remember it's about one in ten,

so I can make an appointment here with our ophthalmologist, if you like.

What?

Just been a while since anyone took an interest in what was happening with me.

If you are that worried, you should speak to Tess.

Who are you talking about?

Curtis Pryce.

Zoe's asked for him to be moved out, but Robyn is concerned about him.

What concerns?

He keeps talking to himself, or to someone who isn't there.

And you didn't explain your observations to Tess or Zoe?

OK. Let's cover all bases and take him for a CT scan.

Is there anywhere we can move him after, away from other patients?

High Dependency Cubicle - that's quiet.

Check if it's free. If it is, let's set it up to take Curtis.

My mum was sat there. Did you see where she went?

Sorry, love, you got any idea

how many people pass through here each day?

I told you to stay away, didn't I?

But not you.

You were always selfish.

Now, look at you.

Excuse me? How did you get in here?

Do you know this man?

Yes...

How?

We're...

old friends.

-And you are?

-Meryl...Meryl Clarkson.

A couple of e-mails and he thinks he can just swan back into her life.

-Whose life?

-I shouldn't have come in here.

-No, it's just...

There was a letter in his pocket addressed to his daughter.

Oh, God!

It's OK, you're all right, come on, let's sit you down. Robyn, oxygen.

Sit here, that's it.

Let's calm yourself down.

Do you have a condition?

Pulmonary...fibrosis.

Had it for two years now.

Late stage.

You're pretty mobile for late stage.

You're an expert, are you?

Not specifically, no...

MACHINE BEEPS

-I just want to talk to her...

-Can you hear me, Curtis?

Why won't you let me talk to her?!

HE MOANS

What's wrong with him?

Let's hope we can keep him still in the scanner.

I'm reluctant to intubate at this stage.

Can you get Meryl out please, Robyn?

Leave me alone! I know where I'm going!

Now, please.

-What do you think it is?

-I don't know.

HE GROWLS

HE SCREAMS

For a second there, I thought it was Tess.

What? So you have kissed and made up, then?

Snogged and made up, actually.

It was all a big misunderstanding. You were right, Fletch.

Cheers, mate. It's good to have had someone on my side.

Us lads have to stick together, am I right?

I got work to do, so, er, sling your hook.

The course of true love, eh?

Yeah.

Mum? Where have you been?

-I've been scared to death.

-She was in Resus.

How did you get in there without your stick?

I want to go home.

And she had a panic attack.

She was with a patient.

What patient?

Curtis Pryce. Dog bites...

Come on, we're going.

I can order you ambulance transport.

We came in a taxi, and we can leave in one, thanks.

Sorry, can I ask you something?

Mr Pryce was in the country looking for his daughter.

I don't suppose you know her?

Pryce? No...

If we're going, let's go.

Yeah, wait, Mum!

Did he ask for her by name?

His daughter?

There was a letter in his belongings that was addressed "To my daughter."

I know he was really hoping to see her, but I thought...

-I want to leave now.

-Why did you go in and see him?

Please...

He had flowers! Do you know this man?

I don't want to be left alone.

Does he...know me?

Her name's Ciara. C, I, A, R, A. Clarkson. Yeah.

All right. I'll get her to give you a call to make an appointment, thanks.

Tom. What was that about?

Ophthalmic appointment...

Uh... A patient came in with a dog bite but then, when I examined her,

I realised she had keratoconus.

I've just seen a Meryl Clarkson in Resus with Curtis.

What are the chances of two dog bites coming in at the same time that are not linked?

How old is this Ciara?

Late 20s, I'd guess. Why?

Curtis Pryce was prescribed artificial tears...

It's a long shot.

What is?

I need to examine Curtis again.

Have you an idea what he might have?

I'm working on a hunch, but I need somewhere quiet.

The High Dependency Cubicle's ready.

Great.

Can someone tell me why I have got Hansen raging

about the ED being compromised with a tropical disease?

I called the Tropical Disease Department

and the HPA to put a team on stand-by, just in case.

"Just in case"?

Yeah, he's working on a hunch.

I will have a more coherent answer once I've examined Mr Pryce again.

I've got Management threatening to lock us down!

Stall them, please!

Tom.

-CT scan.

-Thanks.

The CT brain scan shows NAD.

That's what I was afraid of.

He's been gulping, like he can't swallow.

Curtis, I am just going to shine a light in your eye.

HE GROWLS

-Oh! Help me hold him.

-Yeah.

OK, all right.

What are you looking for?

Why does someone use artificial tears?

For lubricating dry eyes.

And often as part of aftercare following eye surgery.

-And the end game with keratoconus, is...?

-Corneal eye surgery? But I don't see...

It's very small, but there is a chance of a direct genetic link.

-What genetic link?

-His daughter.

She insisted on seeing Mr Pryce.

And if she had keratoconus, she could have inherited it from her father,

as he had the eye drops in his belongings...

HE MOANS

There's definite puckering.

He's had a corneal transplant in the last year or so.

-I need to see that bottle of eye drops.

-Yeah.

-Should she come in?

-He won't know she's here.

After a lifetime of not knowing him, I think she'll probably take what she can get.

I'm sorry.

Mum never spoke about him,

so I didn't either,

except to curse him sometimes.

Will he be all right?

I can't say for sure until I know exactly what's wrong with him.

But it's not looking good.

Why am I so upset about someone I've never met?

-He's your father.

-And he abandoned me!

I'm 25, I spend my whole time looking after other people

instead of living my own life.

People can rise above these things.

-What people?

-Me.

I was adopted.

My family lied to me.

Your father came back to find you.

That's got to mean something.

What are you thinking?

I think he's contracted the disease

through the corneal operation he had in Tunisia.

What disease?

All the symptoms are pointing one way.

I think Curtis has rabies.

Eye drops.

Ah, thank you.

It has a pharmacy address.

-Could you set up for a lumber puncture, please, Tom?

-And then?

Then, if that rules out other causes of encephalitis,

we'll move on to a punch biopsy.

One step at a time.

Where's Craig now?

He's gone over to the pub.

I'm meeting him there when I get a break.

He gets all the luck.

So what do you think about the internet stuff now?

I think he was a prat.

I meant about what you did,

putting his picture online instead of your own?

Oh, that... Yeah, I feel bad.

Really bad.

Aoife...

If it's confirmed,

we're going to have to give pre-exposure prophylaxis to everyone.

I'll contact Central Pharmacy and get the vaccine sent over.

The dog bit Ciara too.

Before or after it'd bitten Curtis?

I'll ask her. Either way it has to found, it's high risk.

Yes. This is Doctor Ashford, Holby City ED.

Yes, I can hold.

So it was the Clarkson's dog that bite Mr Pryce?

Mmm. First time in history a human's given a dog rabies.

Rabies? That's what he's thinking?

Yes, please, thank you.

They're biking the vaccines over.

Doctor Ashford? I need answers and I want them now.

I've got Management going crazy. What is going on?

Ash...thinks Curtis has got rabies.

I'm just waiting for absolute confirmation.

It isn't confirmed and you're putting agencies on stand-by?!

-Yes.

-If you're wrong about this...

Then I'll take the consequences.

TELEPHONE RINGS

-Look, I think....

-Do you know what I think? I think he's a show boater

and we haven't got time for adrenaline junkies, Charlie. Hello.

Can you do a biopsy if we need it, please, Tom?

Yeah.

OK, are we all set?

No offence, Robyn, but is this really a place for a Student Nurse?

This is a teaching hospital.

The best place to lean is to be involved, right?

Good.

What are you going to do?

We're going to put a needle into the back to extract the spinal fluid.

Will it hurt him?

No. It'll help us determine

whether your father has any possible infections like encephalitis.

And if it's not that? What next?

We move on to a punch biopsy.

I don't understand.

The biopsy will tell us whether your father has rabies.

Oh, my God...

The prognosis is not good.

We may already be too late to save him.

OK.

You can talk to him if you like.

Come and hold his hand, take his mind off what's going on.

Hi, Curtis.

I'm Ciara...

and I'm your daughter.

I'm sorry we didn't meet properly today.

And I'm sorry you got hurt.

I thought I might spend a few days here, until Tyler's better.

I went to see him.

How is he? Has he had his operation yet?

He'll be all right. And so will we, I promise.

I asked Tyler what he thought about all the internet stuff

-and he said that he thought you were a prat.

-So?

Well, if Tyler was the one who put your picture online

and caused all this bad feeling,

wouldn't he have said that he was the prat?

Aoife, he's dosed up on painkillers, isn't he?

Tyler probably doesn't have a clue what he's saying half the time.

I knew exactly what he was saying.

So, what? You don't believe me?

I don't know what to believe.

It was a mistake, end of story.

-Maybe this was a mistake.

-What?

-We were 15 when we first got together.

-So?

So are we the same people, or are we just pretending we are?

Aoife, I'm the same.

Yeah, you are.

Trouble is, I'm not.

Safe journey home.

Central Pharmacy sent over these inoculations.

-What's happening?

-Nothing as yet.

Can we get the vaccines ready for use?

-Sam, can you write people up for vaccinations if they need them?

-Yep.

Is anyone going to tell us what's going on?

All will become clear. We hope.

Waiting on a call?

OK, sorry, folks, I'm trying to keep Hansen off our backs. What have I missed?

So we now need to compile a list of all those who had contact with Mr Pryce.

I've already made one.

OK, give it to the person in charge.

I think Doctor Hanna was referring to herself.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello. Yes, this is Doctor Ashford.

Tom, how we getting on with the lumbar puncture?

CFS looked clear. We did the punch biopsy and we're waiting on the Path Report.

Sent the results off to the lab

but we won't hear back for a couple of hours, at least.

Thank you.

The clinic in Tunis recently received organs from a donor.

Curtis's donor.

Two of the other recipients have since died of zoonosis.

It is rabies.

OK, let's distribute this contact list

-and can we get the vaccinations administered now.

-Yep.

-OK.

And someone call the Tropical Disease Department and get them to mobilise their team.

I'll do that.

-Good call.

-Didn't doubt you for a second.

You know, I knew from the very first time I saw you, you're a top doc.

Thanks, Noel. I should be with Mr Pryce.

How thin is the line between brilliant and reckless?

That's a truly frightening question.

Of course, compromise has never been part of his vocabulary.

Never used to be in mine, either.

OK, all done. Take a seat here please, Mrs Clarkson.

I'm sorry, love.

For what?

Exaggerating how ill you are or keeping my dad away from me?

He's been here a week.

I could have seen him, talked to him.

Now...

I just didn't want him hurting you like he'd hurt me.

Can you forgive me?

I hope so.

We need to find your brother, and the dog.

What will happen to him?

The dog will be quarantined and assessed to determine how dangerous he is.

They'll put it down, you mean.

There's a real possibility that, after biting Mr Pryce,

the dog is carrying the infection.

You're making it up, to scare us into helping you.

Don't tell him anything.

Shut up, Mum. Just shut up!

Robbie always takes the dog to King's Park.

And what was Robbie wearing?

A hoodie and black trackies.

Barney's a black Alsatian.

Thanks.

Nice guy.

Understanding.

He has his moments.

Must be hard for him too.

Can you call my mum and dad, tell them what's happened?

And I'll visit you upstairs till you get better.

Hey, Tyler. So when did they say you'll be out?

They didn't.

I feel like I should hang around just until you're back on your feet, at least.

Don't bother.

That's no bother. You were doing me a favour, remember?

Yeah, the last one.

I don't want you to hang around, Craig.

-You're taking her side?

-There are no sides.

You're a selfish eejit and I was an even bigger eejit

for letting you talk me into lying for you.

Have a good life.

SHE SNEEZES

Oh!

You look like death warmed up.

You should seriously consider calling it a day.

With a crazy locum on the floor and Hansen threatening to send the SWAT team down?

Well, you're not going to be any good to anyone if you keel over, are you?

Oh! Keeling over. I dream of keeling over, Charlie.

Zoe, I cannot find Ash anywhere.

-Why, what do you want him for?

-To take another look at Vincent Mitchell.

I think it's time he went upstairs.

OK, I'll be right through.

Keep an eye on the Boy Wonder, will you?

What was it you said about calling it a day?

3006 to Control, received, over.

So a bloke goes to the doctor's, right?

Say's, "Doctor, I keep thinking I'm a kangaroo."

Doctor says, "Well, hop up on the couch."

THEY LAUGH

There he is.

Oh...

Robbie!

Jeff!

Hey!

Robbie! DOG BARKS

Keep away or I'll let him go.

Son, you have to come to hospital. Mate, you could be in serious danger.

No, you're the one in danger, mate.

Jeff, just leave it, let the police deal.

Yeah, well, they're not here, are they? Listen, Robbie.

I'm just someone who's trying to help, that's all.

The man your dog attacked has a serious illness.

It could be your dog has that illness, do you understand?

You're lying!

No, I'm telling the truth. Your dog could become seriously ill.

-You don't want that to happen, do you?

-Come on, mate.

Your mum and your sister are there.

You know it makes sense.

DOG BARKS AND WHIMPERS

Barney! Barney, cease. Cease!

OK, do you want to lie back down for me?

MAN COUGHS

You're right, it is time to admit him.

Is that bad?

We're just going to give him the best possible chance he can have.

No-one here's giving up, Jacob. So don't you.

Lloyd, get on to the ITU team ASAP, get him upstairs.

Any word from Kyle?

Not yet. But we'll keep on trying.

Thank you.

You know, most people would give their right arm for what you two have.

White, one sugar, please.

Do you regret anything in your life, Fletch?

Oh, right, the big questions straight off, eh?

Erm, a few things, yeah.

Not marrying my wife sooner, waiting to have kids.

Putting sugar in Tess's coffee that one time.

Craig's on his way back home.

Turns out he's still chancing his arm,

seeing what he can get away with.

It's funny when you're 15 but not when you're 21.

Sorry.

You look like you need a hug.

And as I just happen to give the best hugs in the whole department...

Oh.

Sorry.

-Thanks, Fletch.

-Listen, I'm here if you need me.

You're playing a very dangerous game.

-She's a kid.

-Stop it, Fletch.

No, you stop it, Tess.

Look, I'm a good mentor to Aoife, I'm a good colleague

to the rest of the department and there's no hidden agenda, so stop looking for one, OK?

OK.

SIRENS BLARE

I just wish he could talk to me.

Maybe he can.

Sort of.

I found this in his possessions.

It's addressed to you.

"To my daughter..."

I can't.

Come here.

"To my daughter.

"I'm writing this in case I don't get to see you this trip.

"Don't put any blame on your mum.

"I hurt her very badly a long time ago and she still feels that hurt.

"Not a day's gone by when I haven't thought about her

"and you and what could have been.

"Perhaps we could have been happy, who knows?

"I'm sorry for taking so long to come for you,

"but with age comes wisdom.

"Don't live with regrets, they'll eat you up.

"We will meet soon, I know it.

"Your ever loving father, Curtis Pryce."

The team are here to move Curtis to their own isolation unit.

How long does he have?

It's hard to say.

Until the test results are back, we can't be sure.

Can I have one more minute?

Sure.

Are you OK?

In a strange kind of way, yeah.

Here you go.

I'm going moving out of Mum's.

Maybe look for somewhere of my own.

Well, don't blame her.

She was just afraid of being on her own.

OK, take care.

Tom?

I just wanted to say thank you.

So, what's the story, mystery man?

What story?

Ciara said that you understood what was happening to her

because of what happened to you. What did she mean by that?

-Don't know.

-Oh, so you'll tell a complete stranger?

-It's no big deal.

-Well, then tell me.

Tom, in case you're wondering, I'm not going to drop this

until you give me some answers.

I was adopted. Mystery solved.

-Well, do you know who your real parents are?

-Nope.

You're not even curious?

They've never bothered looking for me,

so why should I be bothered to look for them?

Tom...

Zero to hero, eh?

I lost a patient in my first day, Charlie.

Well, he was beyond help before he arrived.

What you did do was save his daughter, and her brother.

And if the disease had remained undetected,

-who knows how many other people?

-Still feels like a hollow victory.

HACKING COUGH

Every time I see you today, you look worse.

Oh, you're full of compliments(!)

I'm very happy to cover for you, if you're not feeling great.

Tess and I are here.

-I want my ED back unscathed, do you understand?

-Understood.

Cheer up.

It's still early.

Welcome back to the NHS.

-I said no comment.

-Have you got enough beds?

They're stacking up in the corridors now.

Charlie, we've been here 25 minutes, Control are going mad.

Flippin' heck, it's like bed roulette in here.

This is horrendous.

-Did you send me that?

-Oh, you got it?

Still think she sees you as a father figure?

I tweeted about Mr Bailey dying, now there's journalists outside.

You don't know when to butt out, do you?

You're such a bigamist.

You'll get a torrent of abuse.

Water off a duck's back, Charlie.

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