No Place Like Home Casualty

Why lie about your name, and why are you so scared about the police?

He knows who I am - he's been through my bag.

I got this mate - sort of mate. I'm going to see if he can help.

He's 15, he's been lying and he's been missing for three days.

His mum is going out of her mind.

Was it someone at work?

For a long time I thought there WAS someone else.

You do know that I love you, right?

Look, I don't get what's going on here.

I know, I am sorry.

I don't think we should see each other any more.

George Thorne? The kid in cubicle two?

I think his name was Rory...

Why did you discharge him?

..Thanks.

Because he was ready to go, and we're massively backing up, Fletch.

Do you know what? He's only 15

and his mum's on her way from Birmingham to pick him up.

How was I supposed to know? That wasn't in his notes.

-Did he look 16?

-What is this, Fletch?

-You forget to pass on information and point the finger at me?

-You can have a go later.

-Who did he leave with?

-His brother.

Well, he said he was staying at his dad's.

He didn't say he had a brother.

That's what you need in this game, George.

Mates who can get you out of a fix.

I owe you one.

Where do you think you're going?

We just needed a lift. We're fine now.

How? His ankle's bust and the police are after you.

Are you hungry?

Here. Do it like this, it'll be easier.

See, that's the thing about mates, Skelly,

you should never take them for granted.

-Fletch?

-Yeah.

It's George Thorne's mum.

Hello, I'm Adrian Fletcher.

We spoke on the phone. Take a seat.

You do know your son's left the department?

With his dad?

No, with his brother.

He doesn't have a brother.

What did he look like?

Dark hair. Early 30s.

Have you spoken to his dad?

It keeps going straight to voicemail.

PHONE BEEPS

RINGING TONE

'Hello?'

Mark. Where are you?

'I'm in San Francisco - why?'

I need Sam to discharge him. Where is she?

-I don't know.

-She went off with Iain.

It's that smell again, like a mixture of bubble gum and...wee.

You know, I thought a favour was something you did for a friend.

But no. Actually it's a sugared almond.

I hate sugar, I hate almonds, so why we are paying for something I hate?

Because it's a wedding, it's what people do.

-Yeah, well, it's wasteful and indulgent.

-It's a nut, Sam.

I AM looking forward to it.

All my friends and family together. And the reception will be fun.

It's just all this random stuff.

Don't do all the random stuff, then.

We've had this conversation, Iain.

You do that one more time, and I will kill you.

Come on, it's work's bowling night. Got to get the practice in.

I wouldn't bother. I'm practically a professional.

Yeah, so am I. When I'm on form.

I think you're right about that smell. It's kind of chemically...

Yeah.

-PHONE BEEPS

-Oh, God, I'd better go.

I got another text from Kenny.

He wants us to go up to Birmingham for another visit.

Said it really cheered him up.

Oh, right, OK. Er, that'd be nice.

There's really not a great deal to say.

But you lost your court case.

Yes, and I shall be appealing.

Well, don't just stand there.

If you want to make yourself useful, fix it.

Are you listening to this?

'I have lived on the grounds of these premises for over seven years.'

You have squatted!

'Mary Farrell gifted me my cabin some three years ago.

'Unfortunately her son, Vincent, is under the thumb

'of his harridan wife.'

This is our house!

Don't tell me she's being interviewed in the garden!

This is ridiculous!

We'll have to delay the demolition.

No, no. We are in the right. They are trespassing.

By the time I get back from my Zumba class, this will be over.

Do you understand, Vincent?

'Make yourself at home.'

I can have a shower if you want.

What's the deal with you and him?

George? Nothing.

I got this one last week.

You like it?

Yeah.

So, what else do you like, George?

We're leaving.

YOU go...wherever you want.

I'm having a bit of a gaming night.

-Got a few of the lads round.

-Cool.

Get your hands off me.

Listen, I don't want any drama, Skelly. Do you understand?

I'm going to get some food. Any requests?

Look, all right, I am not messing, I'm not asking -

-we have to get out of here now.

-Chill.

When did you go into care?

Do you remember what they said to you about the bad men at the gates?

Well, Tommy's one of them. We have to go now before he gets back.

Has he locked us in?

You going out?

Catch you later.

We're both going.

What are you doing? Let go!

You're better off without him.

It's cool, I'm not going to hurt you.

Leave him.

You know, the problem with you, Skelly, is you don't know

when to leave the party.

And I am getting sick of your face.

Leave him alone!

It's over.

And I'm very sorry it had to end so acrimoniously.

Can you hear it, Vincent -

the sound of your poor dead mother crying out from her grave?

She tolerated you, Sylvia.

She put up with you. That is all.

-All right!

-If that's the case, why was I the one

holding her hand when she died?

Oh! All my things are in there!

Stop! Wait!

SHE SCREAMS

Wait!

Once I've gone, you must burn all this.

George told his mum he'd been staying at his dad's -

-but the dad's been in the States for the past week.

-Right?

But because he ran away from home and left here on his own free will,

the police aren't concerned it's an emergency.

Presumably they know what they're talking about.

-The mum is going out of her mind.

-I'm sure she is, but it's not our problem.

Can you get a grip?

Noel, can you do me a favour?

There are police in my office.

Oh, don't ask. Certain people have taken their eye off the ball today.

-He was delegated to cover for me.

-No, Charlie.

-My boiler bust.

-Charlie, he either does the job or he doesn't.

-Come on, that's not fair.

-His wife tipped up,

he went AWOL and forgot to pass on some vital information to us.

It happened on his watch. Let him deal with them.

Isn't this the police's job?

Yeah, but I want to speed it along a bit.

-Anyway, Noel said you were brilliant at this sort of thing.

-It'll take a while and I'm up to my neck in it.

Look, I know what time they left. Show ME how to work it.

I don't want you deleting the flipping thing.

Excuse me. She's eaten something she probably shouldn't have eaten.

-What would that be?

-Weedkiller.

-I'm not a medic,

but I'd say she DEFINITELY shouldn't have eaten that. Follow me.

Down there. I'll try his wife again.

Nice pad. What do you reckon?

Eight hundred? Million?

If you're looking for me, Iain, I'll be with the injured people.

Hello?

Right, Iain, I need some help here, please, love.

-OK, got it?

-Yep.

Don't move, darling, just stay nice and still.

-Can you tell me her name?

-Sylvia.

Right, Sylvia...

-Let's have a little look, darling, OK?

-OK, mate? Is it your chest?

Dixie, I think he might be having a coronary.

-SIRENS BLARE

-Mate, don't move me.

I'm not your mate, and if we get seen here, we're screwed.

Oi!

Do you find it hard to breathe at all, Thea?

No.

Have you got a sore throat?

What about your tummy?

Do you mind if I take a look?

All right. ..Oh.

She had heart surgery when she was little.

So she's a bit weaker than other children.

-Right. What was the problem?

-A hypoplastic left ventricle.

-Oh, ouch, is that sore?

-Yeah.

All right, not to worry - we'll get that sorted in a minute for you.

All right?

Right, can you tell me how much of this weedkiller she actually ate?

She's got a really delicate stomach.

She gets tummy bugs, Mike - like every other kid on the planet.

Any idea WHY she ate it?

I'd put it down on the flowerbeds. She didn't realise.

So she was eating soil?

We all have our little quirks, don't we?

I guess so.

Can you remember the make of it?

Isn't there some kind of general toxicology test you can run on her?

Not really. I'll speak to one of our doctors.

Excuse me, could you do me a favour?

-Can you put these up, please?

-I don't think so, love.

But we live nearby. Someone might have seen him.

Well, let me see what I can do.

-Come on.

-Don't worry about it.

I could probably pin one up in the staff room.

Really. Don't bother. It's dead.

Right.

All right, Vincent? How are you feeling now?

It's not a heart attack.

You're looking a bit grey and a bit sweaty.

Yeah, that's me - a fat, grey, sweaty man.

This is Sylvia Black. We think she's mid-70s.

She was in the shed when the roof collapsed.

She was briefly unconscious when we got there.

She's got a suspected fracture of her right fibula,

a laceration to her right arm, some bruising to her lower back,

-and cuts and abrasions to her face.

-Were they found together?

-Yeah.

-Sylvia? Can you hear me?

-Are they related?

-Does he LOOK like he's related to me?

Ah! It's good to have you back.

So the chest pains started 40 minutes ago?

This is the fourth time I've been here in the past six months.

It's all in here. What do they call them? Panic attacks.

When did THEY start to happen?

My mother died 18 months ago. Heart attack.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

It isn't a bereavement thing. I had no relationship with her.

We inherited her house.

Unfortunately... we inherited Sylvia too.

My belongings are strewn all over the place.

I need to get back to organise things.

OK, try and keep the mask on for me. We'll get you out of here very soon.

Let's send you off for an X-ray, OK?

Look at the leg, please.

Nasty scar you've got there, Sylvia.

Can you tell me how it happened??

-What happened?!

-PHONE RINGS

Where are you?!

Excuse me, what do you want to do with this?

Er, I don't know.

Is that what you do, then, Skelly - find kids for him?

Yeah, George, that's exactly what I do.

Does he pay you?

-I could have walked out and left you there.

-Maybe you should've.

What, and let him do the same thing to you that he did to me?

Oi!

Oi! Oi! Wake up!

Skelly, look at me. Stop it. Wake up!

Can't you get a clearer image than that?

I've spent 20 minutes getting this for you.

We've done enough. Let's leave it to the police.

Burn me a copy and I'll give it to them.

-You're going to pay me in wine, right?

-Absolutely.

It won't be too long, all right? Did you find the packaging?

-The what?

-For the weedkiller.

Ah. That's not what she ate.

Excuse me?

You know the cat?

Not personally, but I am aware he's deceased.

-I, um, I collected the ashes from the vet this morning.

-Right.

You don't mean that she ate...

-Does your wife know?

-I ran it over in front of her.

No, I mean that your daughter ate them!

No. It's what you do with ashes. You scatter them.

Set them free on the breeze. SHE wanted them buried.

Can you see how busy we are?

Yeah, I know. And I'm sorry.

But the tummy pain. Presumably that's linked?

Iain, can you come and take a look at this?

Is that a break to the fibula?

Yes. And look at this.

-Some sort of FB.

-It's a bullet.

-Whose leg is it?

-Sylvia Black's.

I'm serious! There's a significant entry scar.

Sam.

Vincent thinks Sylvia was trying to top herself.

That's because he feels guilty.

Guilty? Would YOU like someone living at the bottom of your garden?

I wouldn't complain if I had a garden the same size as his.

-BEEPING

-Wedding planner's booked for tonight. 8pm.

Is she coming bowling?

Hey, guys, it's Vincent Farrell. There's something wrong.

-Mr Farrell.

-I don't think he's faking it this time,

-and his mother died of a heart attack.

-I know, he told me.

One impossible woman leaves us

and another one pops up to fill the gap.

Your ECG is normal, so it's not a heart problem.

I need you to try and tell me exactly where the pain is.

It's round here... and it really hurts.

OK. We'll get you some pain relief and run some bloods.

But I need to take a look at your abdomen. So I'm going to lie you flat.

OK, Sylvia, you will see here that the X-ray shows that you have

fractured your right fibula.

If you look closer, you'll see something else.

I can feel it. I don't need to see it.

-You've done this to him.

-I think Vincent's problems

lie far closer to home.

She looks like your mother, she sounds like your mother,

and she hates us - just like your mother.

It's almost uncanny.

She didn't hate him. She just despaired of his taste in women.

I thought you were just a malicious old cow.

At least now I know you're mad.

What are you doing?!

Mood stabiliser, anti-depressants, tranquilisers.

You name it, Sylvia's on it.

Hey! Thank you.

Shame no-one realised you'd stopped taking them.

It might have saved us a whole lot of trouble.

She ate her cat?

Obviously it was just the ashes.

Suppose it's only like eating really bad barbecue.

Nothing like the risk of eating YOUR barbecues.

That wasn't the food, Charlie.

That was the ten gallons of red wine.

She's got stomach pains.

Guaranteed it will have nothing to do with ingesting

the carbonised remains of a cat. How old is she?

-Ten.

-Bit old to be eating dirt.

That's what I thought.

How does she seem?

Bright, normal.

She had heart surgery to correct an HLHS,

but that was some time ago.

Her dad says she gets stomach upsets on a regular basis.

I'm not surprised.

Her mum doesn't know what's happened.

I suggest a family confab, then send them on their way.

Good luck.

Holby City ED, Louise Tyler speaking.

I'm sorry. It's a bad line. Can you say that again?

Who do you want to speak to?

OK, hold on. Fletch, there's a call for you.

Tell her I'll call her back.

It's not a "she" - it's a kid.

Hello?

George?

Tell us where you are, mate, and we'll send an ambulance.

Listen to me! I don't want an ambulance, I don't want police.

I want you to come down here now.

Hello?

Just tell us where you are!

George!

Why did you stop taking your medication?

I was taken off the medication because I got better.

Check the dates. They're all old.

Explain to me why you have a bullet in your leg.

Come on, I've seen enough gunshot wounds to last me a lifetime,

-don't get all coy on me now.

-Military?

I spent a year on and off at Camp Bastion.

I hear it's rather nice.

Nice isn't exactly the word that springs to mind.

Fulfilling, then. What rank were you?

Major.

I'm STILL Major.

So - where did it all go wrong?

So what's YOUR story, then, Sylvia?

When will it come off?

-Six weeks. Do you have anyone to look after you?

-No.

-Right, I'll get on to Social Services.

-No, no!

-I am afraid you don't really have an option.

-There's always an option.

All I need is a bit of breathing space.

-A bit of time to come up with a plan.

-We're very busy.

If Social Services find out I'm temporarily homeless,

they'll put me in a home.

What would you like me to do?

Explain to the orthopaedic team that I'm in agony

and I'd benefit from having my leg elevated overnight.

She said she was with my mother, when she died.

She's manipulating you.

My mother died in the house - in the bedroom, to be precise.

I don't even know where you're going with this, Vincent,

but I suggest you stop.

Vincent, I think you're suffering from something called biliary colic.

When a gallstone gets stuck in your bile duct.

How do you get rid of them?

Sometimes the symptoms just die down and you have no more trouble.

But, um, in your husband's case, and the severity of the pain,

I think he is going to have to have his gall bladder removed.

Are you listening? You need an operation.

My mother was many things. Secretive, cold... But she wasn't stupid.

She would not let someone live on her property

unless she wanted them there.

You know why this has happened?

Because you're drinking like a fish and eating like a pig.

You can't blame him.

I'm not blaming him. I'm blaming HER.

If she's got mental problems, someone needs to address them.

Because if things carry on like they have been,

I'm scared it's going to kill him.

It won't carry on, now she has nowhere to live.

Given half a chance, she'll be back on that land

like a rat up a drainpipe.

I can reassure you that if there is any sign of mental health problems,

my colleague will address it.

She's an older lady, 78 years old with a broken fibula.

Yes, but could you just ask the consultant to give me a call?

Thank you.

It's a simple undisplaced fracture. They don't need to see her.

-I want them to take a look at the bullet.

-Huh?

It's a typical sniper shot.

Your patient is an old woman who's living in a shed.

It's highly unlikely

that she's been targeted for a sniper attack, Sam.

Obviously it wasn't today.

Whatever that foreign body is, it's right up against the bone

and millimetres from the popliteal artery.

The orthopods are never going to touch it.

You need to get on to Social Services, sort out a care plan.

And you should have started it ages ago.

-Sylvia Black?

-Don't YOU start.

They've asked you to come back in case he calls here again.

How did he sound?

Frightened.

Listen, I could hear trains in the background.

I told the police that maybe he's trying to get a train back to Birmingham.

Well, why didn't he phone ME?

I don't know.

The police have got CCTV of the car he left in.

They said the fact he called suggests he's still in the area.

-It's going to be all right.

-You don't know that.

Jamie, could you show Mrs Thorne to the relatives' room, please?

But, listen, anything that you need, you just...come and find me.

Mr Granville?

Andrew Granville.

What's she doing out here?

She wanted something to eat and asked if she could put up those.

Isn't that contravening some health and safety rule?

-We all know rules are there to be broken.

-Do we?

I like cats and I like that kid. She's lively and happy,

not like the ones we usually get in here.

That's because the ones we usually get in here are ill, Louise.

I know. Weedkiller obviously ain't what it used to be.

She's not looking too clever NOW.

Have you got a bowl?

OK, Thea, all right. Let it all out, OK?

Any news on George?

No. Why didn't I just find out where he was?

Well, how could you? You did everything you could.

Zoe, you didn't hear his voice, OK? It was just blind panic.

Fletch, is this really about George?

You know where you were when he left the hospital.

Yeah, with another patient.

No, you were having a domestic with your wife, Fletch.

Zoe, you just don't know what you are talking about, OK?

-I know!

-I was on a break ten minutes...

-Fletch!

I know.

Let's take her to the little room.

You thought it'd be better to tell me she'd eaten poison?

What was I supposed to say? Thea was stood right there.

So you're not just lying to her, you're lying to me as well!

The most important thing is to let her know

she hasn't poisoned herself.

As for the rest, I'd give her the edited highlights.

So that's it? You're discharging her?

There's nothing wrong with her.

She's been a bit poorly.

Do you know where I can get a train to Birmingham from here?

-No idea. Why?

-From North Street.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah. We went to Birmingham on Wednesday night.

-Got an old Army mate being treated up there.

-Nice one.

Who's "we"?

Er, me and Sam.

Sorry, mate, I thought you knew.

Sam, do you know who this belongs to? I found it in Resus.

-Sylvia Black.

-Is it?

So she was in the military...

Perfect.

Sorry, what?

The Army look after their own.

They haven't done a very good job so far, have they?

Just relax.

-Do you often get tired in the middle of the day?

-Sometimes.

I only look at the calendar,

-see all her extra-curricular stuff, and

-I

-feel knackered!

She does the same stuff as every other child in her class.

Because you force her to.

I do not want her to be the kid with a heart condition.

-I don't want that to define her.

-I am here, you know!

How's your diet?

She became a vegetarian about a year ago.

And a vegetable has barely passed her lips since.

-She lives off toast.

-Have you started your periods?

-About three months ago.

-Hmm?

Oh, what did you want, Mike - a telegram?

But she's only ten.

How often do you get these stomach bugs, Thea?

About every three months.

-I am sure Thea can speak for herself.

-I feel sick quite often,

but the puking thing only happens every three months.

Right. I think she might be anaemic.

We'll run some bloods to check that out, OK?

But, er, the vomiting thing...?

That's got nothing to do with the anaemia, has it?

No, but it might go some way to explain it.

Thank you very much, thank you.

They're going to operate on me tomorrow.

They've told me I could go home in the meantime.

Do you think that's a good idea?

I don't want to leave Joyce by herself in that place.

That's the irony.

Neither of us feel as comfortable there as Sylvia does.

Once the gallstones have been removed,

why don't you make an appointment with your GP?

You've obviously had a tough year and maybe you need a bit of help.

I feel like this because somewhere, deep inside,

I know what we're doing is wrong.

I think Sylvia might be telling the truth.

Maybe my mother DID give her the hut.

Presumably he'll need some painkillers to go home with.

Sure.

-'You said you'd be leaving soon.'

-I'm still at work, love.

-'Why didn't you let me know?'

-I'm stressed enough as it is,

-without...

-'Oh, just leave it.'

-Nat?

Hello?

Hello!

I don't know who you are, but if you don't get out...

What? You're going to call the police? I'm a nurse.

I'm going to look after you. But I need to know where George is.

Where is he?

It may require you to move a little out of the area

but you'll have a degree of independence.

And there will be someone there to help you

-whilst your leg is in the cast.

-Why would the British Legion take an interest in me?

Because you're ex-service, you're homeless, you need help.

This IS you, isn't it?

Where did you find that?

One of the staff gave it to me. It must have fallen out of your things.

Just tell me what regiment you were attached to

and what rank you held, I'll crack on.

Look, I'm bending over backwards to help...

The Army won't have any record of me.

Is this how you get your kicks, Sylvia?

By driving everyone around you to distraction?

You can't stay here.

The ward can't take you,

and whether you want to admit it or not, you need assistance.

Major Nicholls...

Yes, Sylvia?

You are obviously a woman who values her independence.

Excuse me?

Because when we first met, you were wearing an engagement ring.

And now you're not.

She had the stage 1 Norwood procedure a week after she was born,

the stage 2 five weeks later,

and the stage 3 just before her fourth birthday.

And now she's got stomach ache, which has got absolutely nothing to do with her heart.

It's best he knows the whole picture.

Absolutely. Before she went vegetarian,

how much bread did Thea eat?

Not near the amount she's consuming now. Why?

Do you know if anyone in your family has coeliac disease?

I don't even know what that is.

Your body's autoimmune system can't cope with gluten.

Iron isn't absorbed properly.

So, that, and the fact that she's started her periods

might have triggered anaemia.

Might also explain the soil eating.

Sometimes it's linked to mineral deficiency.

Like pregnant women eating coal?

-Something like that.

-I thought that was a load of nonsense.

So did I. I will just get this printed out for you.

What are you doing?

Er, nothing.

The Farrells are concerned about Sylvia.

You can assure them she's absolutely fine.

I don't think that's what they're worried about.

It's like riding a bicycle. You never forget. I need a taxi.

-Where are you going?

-First port of call, builder's merchants.

I might stop for a bite to eat.

Then I'll see you back at the ranch, Vincent?

You said she was going to deal with this.

Right, I'm calling the police.

Joyce, let's try and be rational about this.

Just give me five minutes with her, please. Sylvia...

You can be as rational as you want.

But the fact of the matter is

we are dealing with someone who's completely irrational.

-Please. I need to talk to you.

-Please...

Just five minutes, that's all I am asking. Please.

Thank you.

Has someone spilt something in here? It's like a sweet, sickly something.

Yeah, and it's getting worse.

Are you wearing new aftershave?

-No.

-Who's the lucky girl?

-There is no girl.

-It's me, isn't it?

HE LAUGHS 'Holby Control to 3008. We've got a report of a man

'with head injuries...'

All yours, Norman, on your way.

-You and my mother?

-Mm?

-Were you...

lovers?

What the devil would make you think that?!

As soon as you arrived on the scene,

Joyce and I were never invited to the house.

Because she hated your wife.

You were in her bedroom when she died.

I was getting water from the kitchen.

Unlike you, she let me use the facilities.

Why was she so secretive about you?

We had shared experiences. Things we were not allowed to talk about.

That can't be her. She was a civil servant.

We both were. But sometimes we had to blend in.

They told us not to keep mementos.

Are you telling me my mother was a spy?

I am not telling you anything.

Stop toying with me!

Not talking about things sometimes becomes habitual.

Suddenly you find yourself incapable of sharing anything with anyone.

I know she wasn't very demonstrative but she did love you, Vincent.

I tell you, Sylvia,

losing her was bad enough.

But finding out I didn't know her in the first place...

Well, at least you've found someone who DID know his mother.

Hm, yeah.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

-What are you doing here?

-Long story.

But looks like he's been hit over the head with that crutch.

Do we have a name?

No, he won't tell me a thing, but the post on the table

is addressed to Thomas McBride.

-Do you know if he's been outside?

-I doubt it.

There's blood all up the stairs and on the door.

-I know, and that's what's worrying me. Have you got this?

-Absolutely.

-Cheers, Norm.

She is not going home with us.

It's only until we can reinstate the hut.

Reinstate the hut? Have you lost your mind?

No, but I probably will end up losing it and having a heart attack

if we drag this out any longer.

Life is short.

She's 78, and if my mother had bothered to write a will,

we probably wouldn't have the house anyway.

I've stood by you through all of this.

Left to my own devices, I'm actually no bother.

Sylvia, this is your medication

and some information about the fracture clinic.

Oh... Check in there.

Excuse me?

You were wearing the ring

when Joyce dumped all my belongings on the floor.

Afterwards, when you'd put it all back, the ring had gone.

That is...bizarre.

Thank you.

Nicely done.

Everyone got what they wanted.

Yeah. Sylvia got what she wanted

and you've got rid of your bed blocker.

Don't refer to her as that.

Oh, sorry. I forgot she was one of your own.

We all have to go the extra mile for a soldier.

OK, firstly, she is not a soldier,

and secondly, stop trying to pick a fight.

Talk me through last Wednesday.

Is there anyone in here?

George, you all right?

Oh, blimey. Right, you're going to be all right.

We were going to see a friend in hospital,

it was hardly a fun day out.

That's not the point. The point is that you lied.

I didn't lie to you. I just didn't say.

-Why?

-Because I knew you'd react like this.

You've always been weird about Iain.

We've got two separate head injuries coming in, yeah?

-Jamie, will you make sure Resus is ready?

-Yeah.

It's not weird. I'm just very conscious that he's your ex.

-If you don't trust me, what's the point?

-What does that mean?

You don't want to get married.

Not if it's going to be like this.

OK, guys, what have we got?

We think he's called Thomas McBride and he's in his early 30s.

He won't say what happened,

but he's incurred a head injury with a deep laceration.

He may have a skull fracture underneath. He's tachycardic at 90.

BP is 130/70, his GCS is 12, resps 26.

Was he KO'd?

He won't say, but when Fletch found him, he was conscious.

Fletch found him? Tom, you come with me.

-Martin, can you get the next one with Sam, please.

-OK.

Tom...

OK, let's logroll him.

Right, everyone on me. On "roll". One, two, three, roll.

OK, one, two, three, roll.

Hi, Tommy, I'm Dr Hanna. Do you remember me?

Tommy? Did you lose consciousness at all?

Tommy, did you lose consciousness at all?

Listen, I'm not here to judge you.

I'm not interested in why it happened.

I just want to give you the best treatment I can.

Norman, do we know if he banged his head after he fell?

We've had as much joy with him as you.

-You need to stay still for me.

-I feel sick.

OK, we need to roll, please. Everyone on me.

One, two, three, roll.

His BP is 190/120.

We need to get him for a head CT now.

Ash, this is Skelly. We think he's about 18.

Possibly KO'd, but GCS is 15.

He refused spinal care at the scene,

but he's got severe swelling and bruising round his right eye,

possible fracture to the orbital ridge and nose.

His BP's 120/70, pulse is 88. He's had 5 of morphine.

OK, let's get him through.

-They were here this morning?

-Yeah.

George!

Don't put weight on it!

I was so worried about you.

-Who's that?

-George's mum. Is there anyone you want me to call for you?

Your mum, your dad?

-Skelly?

-No.

BP is improving but still slightly high.

Pulse is settling.

Tommy, are you feeling sick?

Who are you?

I'm the doctor who's been treating you.

Do you remember where you are?

OK, let's get him straight up, please.

OK, Tommy, can you try and relax for me?

-Yeah, there's an extradural bleed on the left.

-Yeah.

Zoe, he's having a seizure!

-Can we get a trolley, please?

-Tommy.

Do we know how long he's had this head injury?

I don't know. I can ask Fletch.

That's going to need another X-ray.

In the meantime I'll get you some ibuprofen, all right?

Then can I go home?

I'm thinking box set and a take-out.

Let's wait for the X-ray.

Obviously the police are going to want to talk to you.

-Fletch. Zoe needs you.

-Yeah, in a minute.

No, now! The guy you found in the flat - he's heading south.

Excuse me.

I've got to get out of here.

You have to get your leg checked.

Hey, you're not in trouble.

How do YOU know?

What went on today?

Why did you run away in the first place?

Cos your stupid boyfriend's moving in.

I knew you were going to be upset if I told you,

so I kept putting it off.

But the truth always comes out in the end, doesn't it?

-Where are you going?

-The toilet.

You're not doing this to me again.

Zoe, what do you need?

Fletch, do you know how long he was down in the flat

-before you found him?

-Um, a couple of hours?

Get some mannitol ready, please, Jamie.

Tom, call the neurosurgeon, tell them to wait by the lift.

-He has to go into theatre straight away.

-OK.

Found an extradural bleed on the left.

He's blown his left pupil. We'll have to do an RSI.

I don't think he's going to come back from this.

Fletch.

George...

George.

-What if he dies?

-Listen, I need you to calm down.

It'll be murder.

Look, I know something really bad happened in that flat...

..but I'm sure it wasn't you that started it.

-I need to speak to Skelly.

-No, you need to speak to the police.

His left zygoma's in pieces.

My stomach.

OK, can I take a look?

OK, there's bruising coming up here.

Did you get kicked in the stomach?

What's going on, Skelly?

It's not a good time to keep the mouth shut.

I fell down the stairs an' all.

Could you get the scan of his abdomen, please?

It looks like an encapsulated haematoma.

Shall I call the general surgeons?

Right, Skelly,

the bones in your face are going to need a surgical fix

and there's a bleed in your abdomen, which is contained for now

but I want the surgeons to take a look at you.

-Tommy's dying.

-Your friend's in a pretty bad way too,

-so can't this conversation wait?

-How's your mum?

-So I lied. Does that really matter?

-I helped you cos I thought you were like me!

-Seriously, boys.

-Tommy's dying.

If you don't talk, my side of the story doesn't make sense.

He can't do this now. Let's go.

Before you start shooting your mouth off, get your facts straight.

He paid me. 50 quid a pop.

And he got me clothes, phones, DVDs.

I weren't the sad little kid in the corner.

George, come on.

You know what you need to do.

Do you want me to be there?

George...

Look after him.

Come on.

What time is the wedding planner coming round?

I cancelled.

Do you actually want to get married?

You shouldn't have to think about that question.

I walked out of care when I was 16.

-Where do you live now?

-Mates' sofas, stuff like that.

Mates like Tommy?

-You need some help.

-I don't need a bunch of social workers

telling me how to live my life.

There are organisations and charities who can support you.

It's not your problem, mate.

Unfortunately I'm one of those do-gooder types,

and I won't be able to get a wink of sleep

-unless you've got something set up.

-Then you're going to have a lot of sleepless nights.

George is making a statement to the police.

But he can only talk about what happened today.

I think you need to tell them everything you know about Tommy.

Even if money was exchanged...

it was still abuse.

How is he?

Don't look all guilty face, George.

If you hadn't been there, he would have killed me.

And nobody would've noticed I'd gone.

You can tell your mum you saved someone's life.

OK, thanks, Emily. Bye-bye.

The surgeons are taking Skelly to theatre in the next 30 minutes.

And where's he going after we're done with him?

-I've got him back in touch with his old social worker.

-Good.

What about the other bloke, McBride?

He's still in surgery. And even if he comes through

he won't be the same person he was before.

-Well, every cloud...

-Mm.

I spoke to the police.

He's been on the sex offenders register since 2006.

Right, so the kids are going to be treated as victims?

George made a full statement, told them exactly what happened.

Zoe.

HE SIGHS How did you find out?

Tess didn't say a word. I just guessed.

And you know everything?

Mm-hm.

I didn't mean for it to end up like this.

She didn't even tell me that she was pregnant.

What difference would it have made if she had?

Would you have left your wife and kids? Tess would never have let you.

-I know that now.

-You should have realised sooner!

-Don't judge me!

-OK, I'm not in any position to judge anyone.

I am just thinking of Tess,

-and she deserves a lot more than this.

-I know she does.

So what's next?

I try and rebuild my marriage,

and that means coming clean to Natalie.

She's kind of already guessed anyway.

That's not going to be an easy conversation, is it?

If you can, try and keep Tess's name out of it.

I will.

-And you...

-I won't say a word.

This is a damage limitation exercise, as far as I'm concerned.

Fletch, good luck.

They say the run-up to a wedding

can be one of the most stressful times of your life.

There's never been a stress-free time in our relationship.

-Aren't you meant to be bowling?

-Aren't YOU?

Are you serious, then, about calling it off?

Of course not.

It'd be like trying to turn an oil tanker around.

-It's too late.

-You know how much divorce costs, right?

Yeah, I do - thanks for that. Been there, done that, remember?

Well, don't make the same mistake again, then.

You know how I feel about you.

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