Secrets and Lies Casualty

SIRENS BLARE

Home, sweet home.

OK. Trevor, I'm going to lift you out now, mate. All right?

Cheers, thank you.

It's a lovely day.

Yeah, it is, isn't it? Come on then.

Off we go.

You coming then, gents?

-Excuse me, er, Louise, can you get Mrs Burton's notes up to the ward, please?

-Of course.

-Have you seen Tom?

-No, not today, sorry.

What have we got?

Mr Trevor Lambert, 82.

Get him through to a cubicle, please.

He's being escorted by some prison officers.

He's taken a tumble down some stairs. Not KO'd.

Query fractured right tib.

BP is 140 systolic and I've given him a gram of IV paracetemol.

Great, thanks. Hi, Trevor, my name's Sam. I'm a doctor here.

We're going to sort you out, OK?

I don't suppose anyone knows how Trevor Lambert

fell down the stairs when his cell is on the ground floor?

He probably fancied a couple of days away from this place.

Can't say I blame him.

Are you, er... Are you still intent on doing random cell searches?

During visiting time, yes.

It's the wrong move, Carol.

I can't have drugs running through this place like it's a pharmacy.

It's just going to wind them up.

What's the alternative, Jack?

ENGINE STARTS

DOG BARKS IN THE DISTANCE

ENGINE TURNED OFF

MAN GIVING INSTRUCTIONS IN THE DISTANCE

-DISTANT:

-Come on, there you go quickly.

Come on, ladies, let's move it.

Sleep time has ended. The day has begun. Come on.

-All right, Jay? Sleep OK?

-My face was hurting all night.

Don't worry, that'll heal in a couple of days.

What if they do it again, Peter?

They won't.

-DISTANT:

-Get a move on down there, Wills.

The next time the Governor says she wants a word,

keep your mouth shut. All right?

I've still got that knife that you gave me.

Remember, that's just for show.

Next time anyone has a go at you, what do you do?

I scream and shout really loud until you come.

Not now, not now.

I remembered it.

Excuse me, excuse me.

Oh! Hello. What do you want?

Sorry. Is this the visitors' area?

Er, yeah, it is. You ever done this before?

No.

Come with me then, I'll show you the way.

CAR HORNS BLARE

MUSIC PLAYING IN CAR

WHEELS SCREECH

-Wooh!

-OK!

Calm down, you're going a bit too fast.

Stop, be quiet! No, I'm not.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

THEY LAUGH

MUSIC STOPS

Man, you can drive.

Dad taught me. We used to come up here.

We loved it.

Look, come on. We'd better go before your mum reports it missing.

You think she's going to notice?

Give her a break, Soph.

Why are you taking her side? She can't stand you.

So how did you fall?

I don't know.

Do you feel dizzy or anything like that?

No, I just slipped, that's all.

OK. Fine.

Will I be staying here long?

Well, if it's just a simple fracture we'll be able to patch you up

-and send you home in no time.

-"Home"?

Sorry, force of habit. We'll know more once the X-ray comes back.

Can we get Us and Es, FBC, a group-and-save

and get him on a litre of saline. And ten of morphine please.

Is he safe?

Well, if you don't feel comfortable, I can ask another nurse to step in?

No. It's just... I've never treated a prisoner before.

He's a patient first and we're here to help him.

Right. Sorry.

PHONE RINGS

You all right? You look a bit peaky.

I'm just a bit queasy, that's all.

-Have you been on the razz, Sister Bateman?

-On a school night?

-What is it, a bad takeaway?

-I actually cook, Zoe.

I'M the only queen of convenience foods?

Seriously, Tess, if you're not feeling well, go home.

No, I'm not ill.

Actually... I think I'm peri-menopausal.

Have you had any other symptoms?

Hot flushes, nausea... Great, isn't it?

It's not a death sentence, Tess?

-It feels like the beginning of the end.

-Why don't you speak to your GP?

Getting an appointment with my GP

is like getting an audience with a new Pope.

Come in my office, I'll take a blood sample and push it through.

-Thank you.

-Well, it's best to know what you're dealing with, yeah?

Uh, Tess, have we got any air freshener?

Justine's particularly fragrant this afternoon.

Finishing early today, aren't you?

Yeah. Natalie and the kids are picking me up after my shift.

Thanks.

I'm going to miss you.

You're going on holiday with your family.

I know, but...

-I wish that maybe we could go away.

-No.

-Everything all right?

-We're at work!

Fair enough.

You know, Soph, I don't think your mam's that bad.

Shut up and let me drive!

Soph, let's just go home now, yeah? Please?

Soph, why you going so fast?

Soph, you're going really fast. Soph, please, slow down.

Soph, slow down, I don't like it, slow down.

THEY SCREAM

Oof!

I've told you, Mum'll be there on time.

Don't be silly.

Look, sweetheart, I've got to go. I'll see you soon. I promise.

My kid's got a dance exhibition.

I should be there instead of here. Have you got your ID?

-Yeah.

-Right, come on.

-They'll soon get through this lot.

-I'm not in a rush.

-'Cook.

-Yes.

-Dickens.

-Here.

-'Mathwell.

-Yes.

-Pollard. Courtney.

-Yep.

-'Baker. Corrigan.

-Yep.

-And Galbraith?

-Here.

'OK, that's good, quick as you like then, please,'

let's follow through. Thank you. Yes, Ma'am. What can I do for you?

When you've finished visits, I'd like a word with you.

-Anything in particular?

-We'll discuss it later.

-(OK).

Hi, Jason? What happened to your face?

I fell... I fell over.

You can talk to me, you know?

I think Jason's probably done enough talking, ma'am.

Yes. How's having Peter as a buddy working out?

It's OK. He's rubbish at maths, though.

He's like a walking computer.

I need you to balance my bank account.

Thanks for looking out for him.

I don't mind. It's a bit like having a puppy.

I heard that!

I'll see you in my office in, say, an hour and a half?

Yes, ma'am.

THEY GROAN AND CRY IN PAIN

-Sophie!

-Argh!

-Soph...

Soph.

SOPHIE CRIES IN PAIN

Arghh!

-I can't move!

-Sophie.

-I can't move!

-Sophie, Sophie. You OK?

-I can't feel my legs.

Listen, it's going to be OK.

I'm going to get some help, Sophie.

Hello, hello? Yeah, yeah. Ambulance, please.

Listen, Soph, I can't take the rap for this.

-I'm still on my tag.

-Go! I won't say anything, just go!

-Aaargh!

-I'm sorry, Soph.

I'm sorry. Yeah, ambulance, please.

Wasteland next to the Silverton Estate.

Hurry, please, as quick as you can.

Ahh!

Mr Corrigan, arms, please.

Only four months left till I get out now,

that's 16 weeks, that's 112 days,

that's 2,688 hours, that's...

-Lewis.

-You OK? Jas? Where you going? What's the matter?

-You all right?

-The knife...

Shhh... What about it?

I put it in my pocket this morning. But I...

I...forgot to take it out.

-Arms, please.

-What? Here? Now? Don't do that!

-'Thank you, yes.'

-Just relax.

-What if he sees it on me?

-Just relax.

-Just keep it together.

-Go on, then, you're done.

Wells? Come on, I haven't got all day!

Arms, please.

Have you been speaking to the Governor?

No...I...I've not said anything.

-You sure about that?

-I've not said anything.

Word of advice.

What happened to you last night is nothing

compared to what will happen, if you can't keep your mouth shut.

All right? Good.

How come you're off the wing today, boss?

Walcott's just trying to make her mark, that's all.

You mean she's rumbled your little sideline?

Yes, all right!

Go on. Marshall.

Arms, please, thank you...

-You'll get used to it.

-I don't plan on getting used to it.

That's what I said, but somehow this place just sucks you in.

Look, I promised someone I'd come and I have.

I've no intention of getting "sucked in".

I got your x-ray back. You have a badly broken lower leg

with significant bone displacement.

I'm afraid it's going to need emergency surgery.

-Is the pain getting worse?

-Yes.

OK, let's see if there's anything we can do for you.

I can give you some more morphine.

-Which should help with the pain. Another five?

-Yeah, sure.

He's also going to need a chest x-ray to clear him for surgery.

-Shall I arrange that?

-No, I've got it.

How long shall I have to stay in hospital?

Probably three, or four days...

If you could stretch it to a week, I'd be eternally grateful.

A bit above my pay grade, I'm afraid.

Well, whatever they're paying you, tell them it's not nearly enough.

-You're a godsend.

-Oh, here.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

Why don't I get you the pain relief

and we'll get glycerine sticks, it'll freshen up your mouth?

You'll feel a lot better after that.

That would be wonderful. Thank you.

You're welcome, Trevor.

A call came in from a young lad apparently at this location.

Oh, hello.

That looks nasty.

Just the one.

Hello there.

-Can you tell me your name?

-Sophie... I...

-can't stop...shaking.

-Don't worry, that's the shock.

-OK? We'll take care of you.

-I can't feel my legs.

OK, we'll look at those in a minute, all right?

First, I just need to pop this collar around you, darling.

My mum's going to freak!

Don't you worry about that for now. Here we go, sweetheart.

-You got it?

-Yep, there you are.

Good girl, right.

Sophie, I'm now going to examine you. From head to toe, all right?

-No. Please. Don't touch me!

-It's all right.

Sophie, was there no-one else in the car with you? Were you on your own?

-Yeah. No. Yeah.

-What school do you go to, sweetheart?

-Farmead?

-Yeah, Farmead? You like it?

-I preferred my old school.

-Which one was that?

-Military boarding school in York.

-OK.

-Sophie, have you got any pain in your chest?

-No.

-Right. How about here, love?

-No. No.

-Any pain there?

-Are you touching me?

Jeff, we're going to need a spinal board, please, love.

-OK, grab her head, I'll be right back.

-OK.

-Got it, yeah?

-Yeah.

Just stay nice and still, we'll soon sort you out, love, all right?

-No!

-Good girl. It's all right. It's all right.

There's only the young girl in there.

There's blood on the passenger seat, so she might've been alone.

OK, line up, please, boys.

Kerry, I need you to do something for me.

No, "Hello, how are you and the kids?"

Hello. How are you and the kids?

Have you been getting yourself in trouble again?

-It wasn't me.

-No, it never is, is it?

-You don't know what it's like in here.

-Don't I?

-Tom?

-Marshall, sit down, or you'll have to go back to your cell.

(Hiya).

Well, well.

I've been looking forward to meeting YOU for quite a long time.

Well, you've got the advantage on me.

Because I didn't know you existed until your letter arrived.

One, two, three. She's not been KO'd...

Police at the scene tried calling Mum's mobile. They've had no joy.

-OK.

-There's the number.

-Cheers.

She says there was no-one in the car, but we think there was,

and whoever it was will have an injury. OK?

We'll keep an eye out. Cheers, mate. Can you try her mum? Thanks.

OK. Let's keep monitoring. Hello, Sophie? I'm Doctor Hannah.

I'm going to examine you, so I need you to stay nice and still for me.

Just going to pop this on your finger.

-Fletch, can you do eyes, please?

-Yeah.

I just need to have a look in your eyes, OK?

-Get off me! Ahh!

-No. Stay still.

-Get off me!

-Stay still!

Sophie, Sophie, Sophie, my name is Tess.

I know this is very, very scary.

But I need you to be very brave. OK?

I want my mum. Please.

OK, well, the phone keeps going to voicemail so...

we're going to send someone round to your home address, all right?

-She's not there.

-Where is she, sweetheart?

She's seeing her therapist.

-We'll send someone to fetch her, all right?

-Yeah.

But in the meantime I need you to be very, very calm,

-so the doctors can look after you.

-OK.

OK, Sophie. Can you feel any sensation here?

No.

-No?

-No.

OK, let's prepare for a log roll. I want to check her back.

Sam, have you got a second to come and take a look at Trevor?

-Sure. What's wrong?

-He's drowsy, he's slurring

-and his breathing's slow.

-Trevor? Trevor? Wake up.

-Ahh!

-All right, Trevor, calm down, you're in hospital.

-He's all right.

Trevor, try and open your eyes for me.

Are you sure you only gave him 5mg of morphine?

-Of course I'm sure!

-His pupils are constricted.

Morphine must have sent him off. Let's give him 0.4 of Naloxone.

-Ready for x-ray?

-Just give us a sec, Mac.

-Trevor.

-Am...I dying?

No. You're not "dying". You're just having a reaction to the medicine.

You'll start to feel a lot better soon.

Please don't send me back there.

Good to go?

Yes, I'll come with you to keep an eye on him.

-And these gentlemen?

-Ah, yes.

You'd think he was Hannibal Lecter.

I haven't got long. I've got to be back at the hospital soon.

-Hospital? What's the matter?

-I'm a doctor.

A doctor! Blimey!

You did all right for yourself, then.

With the help of my parents.

Well, I'm very proud of you, son.

Tom.

I'd rather you called me Tom.

(Yeah).

HE LAUGHS

-What's funny?

-Nothing.

Your mum used to give me the cold shoulder just like that

when she was mad with me.

You look a lot like her.

It's a shame you never met her.

Well, she hasn't exactly come looking for me, has she?

Tom. Your mum's no longer with us.

She died in a car crash, years ago. When you were a baby.

You were in the car with her at the time.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Tom. Tom.

Can I have two teas?

-Anything?

-I told you this was a waste of time.

Someone's tipped them off.

Only a handful of staff knew about the search.

Exactly.

OK, let's move on to the next cell.

Ah, Doc. Trevor's films. OK?

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

Well, the anaesthetist will be happy. His chest looks clear.

That's good.

-Although, there's something in his stomach.

-Is it a tumour?

-No, a tumour wouldn't show up on a plain film.

-What is it, then?

It looks like he's swallowed something

-and my best guess is drugs.

-Why would an old man do that?

Drugs are big currencies in prisons.

Let's get on to Gastro.

Hi, Sophie. How are you doing?

-Got any sensation coming back yet?

-No. It's got worse.

-It's like it's coming up the rest of my body.

-Really?

OK. Tess, can I have a word with you outside, please?

Won't be a minute, Sophie.

I'm a little baffled by this one. The CT wasn't definitive.

-She could have a spinal cord lesion.

-True, or a compression at best.

-Shall I sort out an MRI?

-I've already done that.

There's a bit of a backlog. Can I have a quick word in here?

I got your blood results back.

The good news is it's not the menopause.

If I were you, I'd do a HCG test just to confirm the pregnancy.

I didn't even know you were dating.

-Tess.

-Right. Yeah.

Listen, if you want to talk to anyone about anything.

Thanks, Zoe.

This is nice. I like chicken.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

Sorry.

Jason, don't you think it would be great

if you got somewhere of your own to live when you get out?

I don't need a place of my own. Can I have that?

Yeah. I think it's time you got your own space.

I don't need my own space.

But the girls are getting bigger and they need their own rooms.

Can't you ask the council for somewhere bigger?

It doesn't happen like that.

Will you send me some socks as well,

because the ones you keep sending me have got holes in them.

I don't like holes.

You all right?

Yeah. I've just got a bit of a heart problem.

I've got a spray that normally sorts it out.

You suffering from angina?

Yeah. It's not a problem, it's all right.

Make sure someone keeps an eye on it for you?

Be careful. Someone might think you cared.

Sorry.

Look, I should have told you about your mum in the letter.

Is that why I was given up for adoption, because she died?

Well, not only that.

I was inside for handling stolen goods when the accident happened.

You got out eventually.

Yeah, but you were nine months old by then.

Social Services put pressure on me to have you adopted.

But you could have refused.

I was an ex-con. Who was going to employ me?

Besides, what kind of life could I have given you?

This is a Cat B prison.

Yeah, I know.

So why are YOU here?

At one point, I got into a fight with a fence.

It's someone who buys stolen goods. I was carrying a knife.

I swore it was self-defence, they saw murder. I...

You killed a man?

Yeah. I suppose that changes everything, right?

Oh, my God. There she is.

Mum. I'm scared, Mum, I can't feel my legs.

Well, you're in the best place, love.

-I'm sorry about your car, Mum.

-What were you thinking of?

-I don't know!

-Why would you do such a thing?

I mean, all that I've got to deal with and now this.

-Here we go again.

-Sophie!

-It's not all about you, is it, Mum?

I know you're hurt but there's no need to be nasty.

Get her out of here, Tess! I don't want her here!

-Calm down, Sophie.

-I'm staying right here.

-Please, I don't want her here!

-It's best if you give her time to calm down.

Sophie shouldn't be agitated at the moment.

Go pop another pill, Mum. Make everything disappear.

Let's make you more comfortable.

-Did you feel your foot then?

-No.

Thanks.

Feeling better for that?

They help.

I'm not judging.

She hates me.

I can't believe that.

Why wouldn't she?

Since her dad died in Afghanistan, she's been dragged out

of boarding school, brought to a place she doesn't know...

and all the time I've been numbing myself with these.

Bereavement can take a long time. Trust me, I know.

It's never too late to try and turn things around.

But if she is paralysed...

Well, we don't know what Sophie is facing yet.

You can make sure that she doesn't have to face it on her own.

-What good am I to her?

-You're her mum.

She needs you.

Perhaps now more than ever.

Right. Angela, this is Kojo.

-Kojo, could you see Angela through to resus?

-Charlie, have you got a minute?

Sure. Yeah.

Has Mrs Belling mentioned anything about her daughter?

Like what?

I don't know. She says she can't feel her legs.

Look at the CT scan.

It's unclear.

Something doesn't add up.

There is a strong possibility it could be psychological, isn't it?

-Why?

-Well, she's lost her dad, her mum's handling it in her own way

and she seems to be a very angry young lady to me.

-Cry for help?

-It's a thought.

I'll have a look at the MRI results

and I might have to call the neurosurgeons.

Fine. Good.

Been looking for you.

Are you all right?

The test was positive. I am pregnant.

OK. Well, at least you know for sure.

What are you going to do next?

I don't know.

I suppose the first thing is to tell the father?

That's a start.

-I'm not sure how he's going to take it, though.

-He might be pleased.

I doubt that.

And you? How are you feeling about it all?

Right now, I just don't know.

Looking forward to your time off?

Well, I'm not going to get much rest. We're off to a theme park.

Oh, right.

This is for Mr Poleski, the postcode was wrong.

-Thank you.

-You know the kids have had us up

since four this morning with a list of all the rides they want to go on.

Can I help you, mate?

You all right, mate? You look a bit rough.

-Are you having trouble breathing?

-I'll be fine. I'm all right.

Get us that chair, would you, Noel?

He looks a bit cyanosed to me.

Can you tell us what's happened to you today?

-I... I can't breath.

-All right, we've got you.

-There we go.

-We got you. Going to pop you into this chair here.

-Get him into resus.

-This shouldn't take too long, Sophie.

Then what will happen?

Let's wait to see what the MRI says first.

I'm sorry I haven't been there for you, darling.

I promise you whatever happens, from now on, good or bad,

we'll face it together, all right?

OK.

Don't fight. Don't fight, just relax, relax.

That's it, just relax. Just relax.

I'm going to listen to your chest, Darren, OK?

OK, Darren, there is bit of a bruising going on in your ribs.

I know it's really scary when you can't breathe properly

but you are in the best hands, all right?

He's tachypneic and it sounds hyperresonant. OK.

Clinically he's got a pneumothorax. Can we get a drain in, please?

And can we get some analgesia into him?

Ten of morphine, and can someone get me the fast scanner, please?

-Our time's nearly up.

-Will you come again?

I think we've satisfied each other's curiosity, don't you?

-It's just that...

-What?

I'm up for parole in four weeks' time.

I thought you might like to come to that.

I was wondering why after all these years you'd send me a letter.

A son waiting for you on the outside.

How good does that look in front of the parole panel?

It's not like that, Tom. I sent you a letter because I wanted to see you.

Jason, what I said about getting a place of your own...

You don't mean it. I've got something to give you.

I do, Jason. I do mean it.

I've got something I need to give you.

You can't live with us anymore.

I've got the girls to think about, it's not all about you.

But you're supposed to look after me.

Where am I going to put you for a start?

But you're supposed to look after me.

Jason, you're not listening to me. You can't live with us anymore.

But you're supposed to look after me!

He's got a knife! Get back! Jason! Stay back! Stay back!

Drop the knife! Drop the knife! Put the knife down!

-Put it down!

-Get back!

-TANNOY:

-'Code 9 alert. Will all visitors please leave the visiting room.

'All prison officers escort the prisoners back to their cells.'

Jason, look, you're safe. I'm your friend, right?

Sit down, Marshall! Marshall, back off.

OK. Shhh. Calm, calm, just calm.

Ladies and gentlemen, as quick as you can, please. Thank you very much.

-Who gave the order to end visits?

-I did.

-Why?

Because I thought we'd get control quicker without an audience.

-This is really going to wind them up.

-And the cell searches won't?

-Inform Oscar One and meet me at the command suite.

-Fine.

Just need to do a quick examination, OK?

Trevor.

We know you've swallowed something.

I'm going to put an endoscope down into your throat

into your gullet and fish it out before it moves any further.

It would really help us if we knew what we're dealing with.

I don't know what you mean.

You have complete patient confidentiality. Do you understand?

There was a rumour the Governor was going to search all the cells.

Some people had things they didn't want finding.

They made me swallow heroin.

I was so scared they'd make me swallow even more.

I had to do something to get out of there quickly.

You fell down the stairs on purpose?

Please, please don't...

Trevor? Trevor? He's going off. Trevor, stay with us.

He's not responding to the Naloxone.

Do you want me to call a porter and send him to the endoscopy suite?

No, we'll do it in resus.

If he deteriorates, at least we'll have everything we need.

Why would somebody do that? Poor Trevor.

Hi. Yeah, can you put me through to the endoscope suite, please?

-Take it easy.

-I can't do this anymore.

Kerry, don't go! No, Kerry! No!

This is going nowhere, son. This is going nowhere.

Jason! Jason, calm down. Give me the shiv. Give me the shiv.

-Right. He soiled himself.

-Get off!

-I've got the shiv!

I've got the shiv! Bring him down, let's bring him down.

I can see blood! I can see blood! Need heath care, please.

-I'm a doctor.

-Calm down, son.

-It's hurting!

-OK. I'm a doctor. What's the matter?

-A cut on his arm.

-Get him up gently,

and put him on this chair. Gently, gently.

On the chair. Gently. Easy, easy.

-Gently. Gently.

-Watch the blood.

-Sit him down.

All right, Jason. I'm just trying to stop the bleeding. It's OK.

-What's he doing here? I'm afraid you have to leave.

-Listen, I'm a doctor.

He's got deep lacerations and profuse bleeding, all right?

The nurse is on her way and my officers can keep pressure on the wound until she gets here.

He needs deep sutures. Your nurse isn't qualified to do that.

-He has to go to hospital.

-That's not going to happen. I can't afford the manpower.

My main concern is the welfare of this patient, all right?

And mine is keeping a tight rein on security.

He may have damaged a major blood vessel.

If he has, and he doesn't get the appropriate treatment, he might die.

-No!

-It's all right, Jason. It's OK. Don't worry.

It's up to you. It's all right, Jason.

-Radio for an ambulance.

-Yes, ma'am.

-It's all right. Just take it easy.

-I need an ambulance urgently to HMP...

I want the rest of my visit. I want the rest of my visit.

Don't tell me to calm down. I want the rest of my visit.

I want the rest of my visit! I want to see Rochelle, my girl!

I want to see my girl and talk to her about my daughter!

-Calm down.

-Don't tell me to calm down!

-Calm it down.

-I want the rest of my visit!

It took three months to set it up!

We'll sort it out. We will sort it out. Come on.

I want to see Rochelle.

Not long now, Darren.

Nearly there.

That's good.

Bet that feels a bit better.

-Yeah.

-Yeah. I wish I could say the same for my fingers.

-Sorry.

-I'm only kidding. You're all right.

That's it, leave the mask on for me. All right? Try and relax.

Try and take some nice deep breaths, slowly. That's it.

That's it.

Good lad.

Let's sit him up. Slowly. There we go.

OK. So how did it happen?

I fell.

Some fall. Back in a bit.

Thanks, Karen. Just over there, please.

-Are you comfortable, darling?

-Yes.

Hi. There's nothing on the MRI or CT scan which explains

the loss of sensation.

-What does that mean?

-I'm not too sure. Sophie,

I'm going to text the reflexes on your legs.

-You let me know if you can feel anything.

-OK.

Thanks, Tess.

-How about that?

-No.

-Anything?

-No.

-Sure?

-Yes.

OK. Can I have a look at the obs, please?

-Did you see her curl her toes?

-Yes. I'm sure she moved her foot earlier.

At first I thought it was just a spasm.

Sophie was just asking if she could have a drink of water, please?

Yep, that's fine.

I knew you had to be involved.

What's going on?

He stole my car and has injured my daughter.

I'm telling you I haven't done anything.

Somebody call the police, please.

Mrs Belling, this isn't helping anyone. Let's go back to Sophie.

-It wasn't me!

-Can everyone just calm down, please?

My daughter could be paralysed for the rest of her life and, if she is, it's all down to him!

Let's discuss this later and go back to Sophie and make sure she's...

-Look, I'm telling you, it wasn't me!

-Daz?

It's because of him...

He needs to tell the truth.

-Let's get back to your daughter.

-Daz.

Leave him alone, Mum!

-Sophie?

-You're walking.

Daz, I'm so sorry you got hurt.

-You need to get back on the bed.

-I want to see Daz.

Daz happens to be genuinely ill and right now he needs his rest...

Tess, I've got this. Sophie, we need a word.

Tess.

Well, that was a complete and utter waste of our time.

She must have had her reasons.

Well, do you know what? I hope Zoe's in there throwing the book at her.

Everything in life isn't as black and white, Fletch.

So when did you start to get the sensation back in your legs?

Earlier.

You should have told us.

Why didn't you say anything?

I was the one that stole the car.

All this is my fault, Mum. Don't blame Daz.

Why? Why would you put me through this?

I needed you.

I need you right now.

You did all of this just to get my attention?

I'm so sorry.

I'll cancel the neurologist.

You'd think there would be somewhere better for him to end his days than a horrible prison.

It's one size fits all, I'm afraid, my love.

-Are you all right there, Trevor?

-MUMBLES: Yes.

Trevor? His breathing has slowed right down.

Let's get him in. Can we get some help over here, please?

Let's have him in the bay here, Sam. Where's the endoscopist?

-On the way, apparently.

-He's not making much of respiratory effort, is he?

OK, let's have a look.

Yeah, pupils are pinpoint. Do we need some more Naloxone?

Yes. Let's give him another 0.8.

He's going to respiratory arrest. The package must be leaking more.

Put a Guedel in please, Robyn.

-Charlie, can we get the medical reg down here as soon as possible, please?

-Yeah.

It can't wait. We need to get those drugs out now.

-I've got no experience with endoscopic procedures.

-I have.

Peter. Is Peter OK?

Peter's fine, don't worry about him now.

He was only looking after me. He's my buddy.

-You coming with us, Tom?

-No. I've got my car. Thanks. Norman?

Yeah.

I'd appreciate you didn't say anything - about me being here.

-Discretion is my middle name.

-Thanks.

-Paperwork.

-Thanks.

-I need to get my stuff from my locker.

-I'll show you the way.

A little to the left.

-That's it nice and steady, Ash.

-Yeah.

-That's it.

-OK.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Just try again. It's OK.

-Ease back. Back a bit.

-Try again.

-Easy. Easy, Ash.

That's it.

Well done. OK. We're pulling up.

-There we go. All out.

-Well done, Ash.

-Can we get him on a ventilator, please? Robyn, can I have a word? Charlie, word?

-Yeah.

Fletch, have you got a sec?

I would like to check

if these two young people could be moved out of resus?

Why?

Trevor was in prison for sexual abuse to minors under his care.

I don't think he should be around the teenagers.

Right.

You all right with this?

Yeah.

Normal procedure is you'd have to wait another month to see your father,

but I can organise a special visiting order.

That's OK. I won't be coming again.

Peter told me about your visit. I've never seen him so excited, or terrified.

Look.

I know you mean well, but I have no interest in knowing how my...

how Peter feels.

I understand. I appreciate what you did in there. Thanks. Martin.

I don't see why we're all getting punished because of that mug!

You're not being punished, Lewis. Now, move on.

What about my rights to a visit?

What am I supposed to do? You saw what happened.

-I only got 20 minutes with Rochelle.

-She'll have to come back...

-I don't feel right.

-What's the matter?

My chest is getting tighter. I need my spray.

All right, thank you. Thank you. Can we go back? Drama over.

Hotel One, I've got Marshall here.

We've got chest pains, I'm bringing him down to you now.

Thank you. Can I have the gate, please?

OK, can we slide you across, Jason?

Get the bed up a little bit for him there, make him comfortable.

-Shuffle up a little bit, up the bed.

-Nice and easy.

-That's it.

Hello, Jason. My name is Sam, I'm one of the doctors here.

-Can you tell me what happened?

-It's a secret.

A secret? Well, you can tell us. We're here to help you.

Just going to pop this on.

35, 52.

-Sorry?

-There are 35 lights in the ceiling. 52 panels.

Is that right? I wondered why the leccy bill was so steep.

I don't like the light.

All right, Jason. All right, mate.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Sophie's had a chat with the police and she's put them

straight about the car.

-Me and Mum have got to go and see them tomorrow.

-Right.

I'm sorry I shouted at you, Darren.

Daz, I understand if you don't want to see me again,

but I am really sorry.

You're all right.

-Fletch, is this Darren Mullen?

-Yes.

OK, Darren, you all ready?

-Tess, can we go with them?

-Yes, of course.

-Thanks for everything.

-Yes, thank you both.

Good luck. All of you.

-You fancy a cuppa?

-Why not.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

I'm only going to be away for a week, you know?

I know.

I do feel terrible running off playing happy families,

leaving you behind.

Don't be silly. Anyway we can talk on the phone.

Actually...

I don't know if that is going to be such a good idea.

You understand, don't you?

Yeah. Of course I do.

Fletch, erm...

I'm sorry to interrupt your break, but Charlie wondered

if one of you could cover triage?

OK. I'll do it.

-Thank you.

-Don't seem to be able to catch a break, do we?

No, we can't.

-Ah. This is where you're hiding.

-I was just...

Trevor is going up to the ward and I need someone to go up with him.

-Oh.

-Problem?

Just been reading this article on Trevor. It says he was a social worker

in a care home until his retirement 20 years ago.

Then there was this enquiry from a woman who accused him

of sexual assault on her when she was 14.

He was sentenced to eight years. There's loads of others.

See, that's a case where we have to let the law do their job

and we just carry on with ours.

But he's a waste of our resources.

AND I felt sorry for him.

That's because you're caring.

Yeah. Well, I'm not going to care about patients any more.

From now on it's professional, emotional distance.

-That would be a great shame.

-Why?

That's one of the reasons we decided to keep you on, because you have a big heart.

Don't worry. I'll do it.

-Charlie.

-Yeah?

I'll do it.

Good girl.

You ready for the off?

Nearly, just waiting for Nat and the kids to pick me up.

Great.

You were going to tell me something earlier.

Go on, a problem shared.

I'm just tired.

No, it was more than that. What is it?

I don't want this to put any pressure on you,

especially with you going away.

You're worrying me now, Tess. What is it? Come on.

-Daddy!

-What are you doing in here?

-Daddy!

-Hello, girls! You all right? Look, sorry.

-We'll pick it up when you get back?

-You sure?

-Positive.

-Come on, Daddy.

-Hiya. Sorry. They were just so excited.

It's all right, darling. Don't worry about it.

Hi, I'm Natalie, Fletch's wife.

-Tess.

-Nice to finally meet you.

-You too.

-I've heard lots about you - all good, I promise!

Listen, we don't want to miss our plane, do we?

Miss all those ice creams. (Sorry.)

-Ah!

-All right, Jason. We are nearly there.

Can you take a big deep breath for me?

That's it. Top man.

Nearly there, just a couple more and you'll be all better.

How many stitches?

Well, I've done ten deep ones in the muscle and 13 across the top.

23.

That's right. You do like numbers, don't you, Jason?

He has high-functioning Asperger's and autism.

This is his sister, Kerry.

Hello, Kerry. Can we just pop you over there?

-Kerry! Where did you go?

-Not very far. Not far.

This is Dr Sam. I was sick and she made me better.

-You weren't there.

-I am now though, yeah?

-Can I come and live with you?

-No, Jason.

-But...

-No. Listen to me. This is for the best.

I'll still come and visit, and I'll support you all I can, but on the

condition that when you're released, you get a place of your own, Jason.

-I want to live with you!

-All right, Jason.

You know, it'd be pretty good living on your own. You can do what you want,

watch what you like on the telly.

He could have his friends around.

You and the kids could come around for your dinner.

You'd need to learn how to cook first.

-Can you just clean up for me?

-Yes.

Excuse me.

Tom. Where are you?

'I said I'd go and see Peter and I have.'

Are you all right?

-I'll be better when I see you.

-'So when will you be back?'

About half an hour.

Tom?

'Yeah?'

Love you. SIRENS BLARE

Yeah. You too.

-Hello, son. What are you doing here?

-I could ask you the same question.

We got a callout. A 50-something male.

-Suffering from chest pains.

-I'm going in with you.

I can't do that, mate. Come on, you know the rules.

-It's Peter Marshall, isn't it?

-Yeah, it is, as it happens.

-I'm coming in.

-Highly irregular, Thomas. Highly irregular.

-Evening, gents.

-Good evening.

-There you go, love.

-Holby City.

-Thanks.

-Thanks so much. Cheers.

-Thank you.

-He doesn't want a baby.

-So you have told him?

No, and I don't intend to.

You shouldn't really be here. If anything goes pear-shaped...

Jeff, he's my father. He is having a heart attack.

I'm not going to stand and watch.

I want you banged up, now...

OK, pull all the officers out and lock down the wing.

We should have done it sooner.

Maybe if we hadn't have cancelled visiting rights for prisoners,

we wouldn't have had to lock it down at all.

-They're locking down the wing.

-Where's Dixie with the trolley?

They won't let her in. Why won't they let her in?

I don't know.

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