Survivor's Guilt Casualty

-What are you doing?

-Re-examining.

-That's enough.

-How's Sally?

-Dead.

Sally, she's alive?

Course she's alive.

Dr Ashford is a bully. I wish to lodge a formal complaint.

The proceeds of the estate sale to be shared equally.

Ethan is to hold Caleb's share with power of attorney.

If this is another one of your jokes...

-Good to see you, mate.

-Lance Corporal.

It's like talking to a robot.

I don't think there's anything to worry about.

That's what he says and clearly there is!

Guys, no running in the ED.

See that? No running. Mr Responsible, that's me.

That's got to be worth at least a tenner of my inheritance.

Isn't that a little disrespectful to our dead mother?

Isn't that a little sentimental for an atheist?

I'm not technically an... I'm not even going to go there.

-Don't you just want to...

-What?

-Punch him sometimes?

I did punch him once when I was nine...

Pshew! And fractured my thumb metacarpal.

I'm not going to give him THAT satisfaction again.

Here is your key. Any problems, give us a shout.

There was a time we'd barely get through the front door...

Look, I'm sorting my head out.

I'm talking it out with Iain, going over that day in Afghanistan...

I'm really pleased we came to Holby.

I'm going to go for a walk and get some air.

Hiya, Beth, err...it's Iain.

Listen, I've got your message, you're in Holby. Um...

I guess I could talk to Kenny,

but I'm not sure what good it's going to do.

But, er, give me a call if you need me, yeah? OK.

Ah...

When a man hangs up that quickly, it generally means only one thing...

Well, you know how it is.

It's that lass you popped out to see the other night, innit?

Can't take no for an answer?

Doesn't know that "no strings attached" means, erm...

-well, "no strings attached"...

-Right.

-Are we going to do this or what?

-Umm, yeah.

She fell out of bed, someone had to come with her,

what was I supposed to do? I'll pick him up in a couple of hours...

-I don't know...

-OK, this is Barbara Rayburn, she's 84.

She was found on the floor beside her bed.

She's got shortened and rotated right hip.

-He's being difficult? You're being difficult.

-GCS is 15, pulse is 80,

BP is 140 over 60 and her sats are 96.

I've given her 10 of morphine and she's had some Entonox.

Ah, thanks, Dixie. All right, Barbara?

It's OK, you're in safe hands now.

Sorry, child care nightmare, I'm Mrs Rayburn's carer, I found her.

Spot of early morning tap dancing or something ridiculous...

-Jenny, isn't it?

-Ethan.

Erm, Jenny nursed my mother, before she died.

-I see...

-An incredible woman.

Thank you.

Ok... Erm, cubicle three, please.

Incredibly weak genes, though.

None of that brilliance passed on to me, sadly.

And we're tight on numbers, as always.

I'm afraid you are going to have to work with Dr Ashford today.

-That's fine, I'm a professional.

-And the bullying allegation?

-Have you had any more thoughts about that?

-I am, um...

We shouldn't be discussing this here.

Come and see me on your next break.

If you want to go with a complaint, we'll get the ball rolling.

If you want a less formal solution, which I advise, we can talk.

Sure.

-She OK?

-You have to do everything you can to try and make amends,

cos the last thing you need is a tribunal.

-You don't think I was bullying her?

-No, of course not! But it's messy.

A little bit of humility goes a long way.

ROMANTIC MUSIC

You looked a bit tense.

I thought, maybe...a massage might help you relax a bit...

No, no, no... No, I didn't mean that,

I just think we need to spend some time together...

I can't pretend that everything is OK!

I can't lie on this bed and let you touch me,

-like you're the man that I married.

-Don't you think I know that?

I woke up last night, you had PINNED me to the bed

-and you were SCREAMING in my face!

-I was dreaming, I'm sorry!

-I can't do this anymore...

-No, no, no, no, no, no, PLEASE!

I don't know who you are, or where you've gone.

But you are scaring me.

-I'm scared of you pulling away.

-Do you blame me?

So you are?! You are backing out on me!

You're backing out of this!

KENNY!

NO! KENNY! KENNY!

No, no, no, wait, wait, wait, move!

SHE CRIES AND SCREAMS

Help me!

I can't believe you were so late this morning!

What was the last thing I said to you before I left the house?

There's Charlie, I'll introduce you to him.

If there's even the faintest chance of me working here full-time,

-I'd like to get off on a more professional footing.

-Totally.

So, the whole nickname thing, just make sure it's kept to a...

Lofty, isn't it? From last week? The agency sent you?

Um, yes, but... actually I prefer to be called...

You're late! And as you can see, we need all the help we can get.

-So why don't you get stuck straight in?

-Right.

You any good with screaming kids?

Umm...my uncle keeps pigs. They... squeal.

I didn't ask for the life story.

-Cubicle three, full set of obs. Be careful, he bites.

-Right.

The cold shoulder.

I think she might go all the way with this complaint.

It's ridiculous. All it was was a bit of tough love.

You see, you respond well to that, she obviously doesn't.

It was an error of judgement on your part.

-You have to start by admitting that.

-You sound like Zoe.

Tough love.

Ohh, they've only just arrived...

-Oh, here, quick!

-Kenny?

-Ah, he a mate of yours?

-Yeah, we served together.

-Ah, all right...

-She's through here.

-Are you all right? What happened?

I'm so glad it's you. Her jacket went up in flames,

-her hand's really badly burnt.

-OK. Have you had it in water?

-Yeah.

OK, how are you, Beth, are you all right?

-Yeah. It hurts.

-Let's have a look at this...

SHE WINCES

OK. OK, what I'm going to do, Beth,

is I'm going to get you some pain relief, OK?

-Then we'll have a closer look at these burns.

-Here you go...

-Cheers.

We're going to take you to the hospital,

so, anything you need, you know, phone, wallet, keys,

you'd better get it now. It's amazing what people forget, eh?

OK, no problem... I'll be a minute.

Mac? Can you get me the carrier chair just in case.

Yep, no worries.

The other night... He can't know that you came to see me.

-What, you want me to lie?

-He's losing it,

he's paranoid enough as it is... Please, promise me.

OK, OK.

Cheers, mate.

We'll transfer you to orthopaedics and then assess you on the ward.

-Thank you.

-I'll see you out there shortly, OK?

-Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Ah, it's frightening when anybody has a fall like that,

but a woman of such advanced years.

Easy on the age chat! She can hear you, you know.

Oh, gosh, no, I wasn't being rude...

Relax! She's nearly 90! And you are to easy to wind up!

THEY CHUCKLE

I wanted to thank you for the flowers you sent to the funeral.

-No worries.

-Penny, isn't it?

-It's Jenny!

-Of course, sorry, from the hospice.

What you did for our mother, beyond the call of duty, it means so much.

Thank you. It is kind of my job, though.

-You only came to see her once.

-Nah... Mum and I spoke a lot on the phone.

She mentioned me?

Yeah... No, come to think of it, that WAS Penny. Umm...

OK, so Mrs Rayburn has gone to orthopaedics,

it's third floor, you should be able to follow signs from there.

Thank you. Good to see you again.

Tell Penny I said hi.

Aw, what's wrong?

Am I stepping on your toes?

You're a doctor, on duty.

She's here to see a patient, who passed through our ED.

The levels of unprofessionalism that your libido drags you down to

continue to astound me.

So, you're definitely not going to go there?

Cool!

What was that all about? I get the sibling rivalry thing,

but I reckon you were on there.

He just came in and blew you out the water!

-I don't think I was in any way "on".

-The eyes don't lie.

Please, I...I'm at work.

-She's a...

-Doesn't matter. He should have backed off.

Ah... I don't know what he's still DOING here...

Well, I do. It's the money, obviously. Ooohh... Sorry.

I'm sure Mum put me in charge of his inheritance

-because she genuinely wanted him to change...

-Cal is hard-wired, Ethan...

If I gave him his money, he'd go.

But?

Well, I'd be letting her down... I just don't think I can do that.

This is Beth Archer, she's got burns to her hands and her wrists.

She's had Entonox and 5 of morphine at the scene.

BP is 120 over 80, airways are all clear, sats are 98%.

Great, thanks, Iain.

Straight through to cubicles and I'll be with you shortly...

-I'm coming with ya.

-I don't want you to come.

Beth...

-I just want to be on my own.

-Erm...

-Do you mind taking her? I'll get her booked in.

-Sure.

-Can you help me with the details?

-I just want to go with her!

It's just a bit of paperwork... Won't take long.

Come on, it'll give her a chance to calm down.

Weey! There we go! That's good!

One more, one more!

See that, girls? Premier League next season.

LAUGHTER

Ah, what!?

Yeah, man, how you doing, mate?! You all right?

-Just ignore him...

-It's fine.

You all right? You're looking well! How was it then, eh?

Nothing to write home about.

Six months inside, and that's all you got to say for yourself?

It's a youth offenders', isn't it, not a prison?

All right, yeah. So, you're out now, yeah? Come on, what we doing?

-Nah, I'm good.

-Ah, what?

You're kidding! We need to be celebrating. Get some booze in!

-Nah, we're all right.

-Speaking for your brother now, are ya?

-No, I'm just saying...

-Good. Come on, mate, what are we doing?

-I'm skint, aren't I?

-Skint? Since when has that ever stopped us?

What's the matter with you? You lost your touch? Come on, liven up!

Hey, if I were you, I'd get yourself coffee while you can.

She's pulling away from me, I feel it.

Just...give her some space.

That's what she said the other week...

Disappeared on me for the night. Wouldn't say where.

If I didn't know her any better, I'd say she's seeing another bloke.

Beth? No way.

You haven't spoken to her?

No.

Look, I'll get an update and you can see her in a minute, OK?

And then when she's out of here, you and me, we'll talk, OK?

Grab a beer or something.

He was fine when I left this morning.

Ugh, if he doesn't want to eat anything, don't force him!

Mac? How much longer are you going to be?

I'm, um... I'm just waiting on Iain, he's, erm...

-paperwork or something.

-You should have turned around by now.

Yeah... I'll chase him.

No, I'm not at home yet! So bring him here!

Are you capable of being anything other than useless?

Husband being rubbish with the kids?

Really? We're going to do this?

I'm tired, and stroppy,

and my ex-boyfriend is bringing our absolute nightmare of a son here

in about half an hour.

I spend my free time shouting at my kid

and generally failing as a mother.

Wow! That's, um... that's quite a personal ad.

If that's the sort of thing that gets you going, give me your number.

I'll think about calling.

I'd need some sort of personality disorder in there to get me going...

-Borderline workaholic?

-Anything a little more...vulnerable?

-I don't do tears.

-Surely you do drinks?

So, you got your mum's persistence - and he got her looks.

-What, my brother? The looks?

-He's very pretty...

Now we're starting to uncover that personality disorder.

SHE CHUCKLES

-All right, here you are, then.

-So, I'm doing it, am I?

-Yeah! I'll distract him.

-Can't we just go?

-And where's the fun in that, eh?

-Just wait by the door, yeah?

Yeah, wait there.

You all right, mate? Me nan, she didn't get her paper this morning.

-Oh, what's the address?

-Her address?

No wonder she didn't get her paper, if you haven't got her address!

It's Gladys, you know. Little Gladys with the purple hair.

She comes in here all the time.

Look, mate, these are your customers, right?

-You abuse them, you lose them.

-What's her surname?

Do you get a lot of Gladyses in here, do ya?

You know what, don't even worry, yeah?

-Grandad got her an iPhone last week, she reads it online.

-Heeeeyy!

Leg it! Leg it! Go!

-THEY LAUGH

-You got it, yeah?

Right. What have we got?

All the burns look partial thickness,

but a couple of large tense blisters on the palm

and thenar eminence with generalised erythema.

She's got full sensation and movement.

Look at the new boy trying to impress!

But... Well, strictly I'm not new, not to nursing...

-It's Lofty, isn't it?

-Actually, my name is...

After the permanent position? Yeah, I'll put in a good word.

Well, uhh...you don't need to do that... I mean...

-if... if you want to do that...

-Great.

Well, uncomplicated partial thickness burns,

-that'll all need dressing, OK?

-Got it.

Sorry!

Oh, 'scuse me.

That nurse. She's the one that sent the flowers to the funeral, right?

-Yes...

-Can you remember what they looked like?

Of course I can't. Why?

I thought it would be a bit cool if I could remember, that's all.

Ah, if it comes up.

Using our dead mum to try and pull women? You are pure class.

You're going to have to see him eventually.

I know. I just needed a moment.

Are things that bad?

We weren't going to move back here. I just didn't know what else to do.

Why don't you want him to know that you've been seeing me?

He's been drinking, and when he drinks he gets angry, possessive...

Where am I going, who am I seeing?

It's hard enough trying to see my friends

and if he'd known that I'd been to see you he'd go crazy.

Shutting him out is not going to help, lying to him,

that's definitely not going to fix it.

I keep saying to myself that he's ill, and I have to help him.

But if it was anyone else and my relationship was this bad...

I'd have just left months ago.

You can't give up on him. Not yet.

Aah, sorry, buddy. We're... We're back on.

I'm in the middle of something...

Yeah. I believe it's called a shift.

Dixie is chasing.

You should go.

You've got my number, yeah?

-You know we're trespassing.

-I've done worse.

Yeah, but you're breaking the conditions of your licence.

-I can live with that.

-Why are you being like this?

That's it, lads, don't worry about me, I'll be all right...

Yeah, well, it's not our fault you can't keep up.

All right, Mo Farah. Did you see him?

He weren't even in the shop and he pegged it faster than we did!

Chuck us me bag, mate.

Looking for this?

Yeah, chuck it here, man, I'm struggling.

Not until you tell me who grassed me.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

-Jenny! Jen!

-Nathan?

He was...he was shaking, Jen, he's, er...

He's gone all floppy, and his eyes have gone dead, look!

Josh, Joshie... Come on!

Somebody! Somebody! Somebody help us!

-Tell me what happened.

-I don't know if he's breathing. He's passed out.

All right, then, OK, well, we'll come this way... Ethan, Ethan!

-I need your help. All right.

-Jenny?

Six months I was in that place.

You thought it was my fault that you got caught, is it?

No, no, no, I got caught. They knocked on my door,

and the laptops was under my bed.

Yes, we thought they would be safer there.

I mean, your dad's too drunk to go looking for them, innit?

-Someone called the police, didn't they?

-Just give it to him, will ya?

-No, no, no...

-He can't breathe!

He gives it the chat, he gives it all the big "I am",

but you don't do nothing, do ya?

-Mate, I swear to you.

-Stop lying!

What are you doing!? He needs that!

I took the risks. I was the one who went in there

and grabbed them laptops off that table.

You were sitting on your bike outside! Didn't want to know!

Mate... I swear...

Tell me who grassed me. Tell me it was you!

I swear to God, I didn't grass ya.

Ryan! You'd better not be climbing up there!

I didn't do it, mate!

-RYAN!

-He needs his inhaler, Danny.

-RYAN! GET DOWN!

-I'm almost there!

-Ryan!

DANNY SCREAMS

Ryan, are you all right?

I'm going to get you some help. Don't worry, breathe...

Breathe, don't worry, bubba.

He just started jerking and then went floppy.

-Airways are clear, he's breathing.

-Yeah, he's burning up...

Can I get a reading, please? It's OK, buddy, what's his name?

-Joshua.

-Joshie.

Hello, Joshie. My name's Ethan, I'm a doctor.

-39.8.

-Did he have a temperature this morning?

No, just a...a bit... a bit of a cold.

-Is he on any medication?

-No.

Let's get him on 20 milligrams per kilogram of paracetamol.

Keep an eye on that temperature, please.

All right, let's get all of these layers off.

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?

SIREN WAILS

Look, everything will be OK, the ambulance is here.

I can't be here, Ryan, I shouldn't be here.

-Look, I'll come and check up on you, I'm sorry!

-Dan!

HE GROANS

HE CHOKES

-What's your name?

-Ryan.

It's all right, Ryan, I'm Iain, I'm a paramedic, mate.

-They told us you had a fall.

-Yeah...

Try and keep still, son, OK?

-What, and you landed on your feet?

-Yeah, it really, really hurts...

OK, don't worry, we're going to get you something for the pain, OK?

Stephen - he's round there.

Who's that?

My mate Stephen, really bad asthma attack.

OK, don't worry, we'll look after your mate.

-Go and have a look...

-OK, you got him?

-Got him.

Stephen!

Stephen!

Oh, all right, son. I've got him!

We'll get you out of here, OK?

Iain, we're going to need another unit, mate!

Oh, no, no, no, no, you know,

you know what he's like when he kicks off.

-I've never had to grab him like that.

-Aggressive infection

in the middle ear. How...how has he been over the last few days?

I...I don't know, erm...a bit grizzly, runny nose, that's it.

His temperature's very high and he's pretty unwell with it,

so let's start him on amoxicillin, 250mg, eight hourly.

-And the bruises?

-He kicked off in the supermarket -

I grabbed him, I pulled him out of there!

-How could you do this?!

-Please, I know this is difficult but...

-Is that what made him pass out?

-I didn't do it that hard!

What you witnessed was a febrile convulsion - the body's way

of dealing with the spike in temperature.

I've given him paracetamol to bring that down, we'll start him

on a course of antibiotics to help with his infection, and we'll monitor him over the next hour or so.

He'll be right as rain in no time at all.

And the bruises?

They're fairly minor and they're consistent with the explanation,

they should heal in a couple of weeks.

TELEPHONE BEEPS

Is that my phone?

You got a text.

-So you thought you would read it?

-It's from your mum,

-I thought I should check it, she's probably worried and stuff...

-You can't keep doing this.

-I'm not doing anything.

-I have nothing to hide...

and if you don't believe that then I don't even know what you're doing here.

Maybe I'll go.

Come on, I thought you didn't do tears.

I know they were only minor bruises,

and he wouldn't hurt him deliberately,

he loves him so much...

He's a good dad.

Yeah.

He sounds like a super dad,

why did you ever let him go?

You know how it is -

new parents stop investing in the relationship...

Then, there was the whole sex with the girl in Accounts thing...

Yeah, well...that would probably do it.

You need to learn to control yourself.

Yeah, well, I do have a thing for redheads

-that are good with numbers.

-OK, now

we're hitting some common ground.

So this, erm...this redhead, you ever got her number?

SIREN WAILS

This is Ryan Pemberly, he's 15.

He's fallen approximately 20 foot onto concrete, landing on his feet.

Query fracture to his left heel, which is in a bad way,

with lots of swelling.

He wasn't KO'd, GCS 15,

BP 120/75, sats 98% on air,

his pulse is 80 and I've given him ten of morphine.

OK, Stephen, that nebulised salbutamol seems to have had a good effect,

but I still want you to get looked at properly.

You know you're pretty fit for a doctor.

I endorse a zero tolerance approach to verbal abuse.

It's not verbal abuse if I'm saying you're fit, is it?

Well, it's still inappropriate, so wind your neck in

and show some respect to the people who saved your life today.

OK, then, over on three - one, two, three...

OK.

Thanks, guys.

Breathing's fine, yeah.

-OK, airway's clear...

-Where is he?!

-..and we have bilateral movement...

-Is he all right?

Try and keep still for me.

And you are?

His brother, Daniel.

OK, Daniel - no need to panic, we've got everything under control.

It's all right, I'm here, mate.

Right. All set?

-Can you give me a minute? I just want to check on Beth.

-Uh.

What about your mate?

Yeah, I'm just going to see if she's all right first.

-Grab us a coffee, will you?

-Aaah... And I'm paying for that, am I?

You're really getting the hang of this ECA role, aren't ya?

Rita, have you seen the mother of young Joshua?

Business or pleasure?

Business, obviously.

Oh, Ethan... She's out the front. Come with me.

Well, if I want to call myself a mother,

I really ought to get back in there.

Look, erm...when stuff gets tough, I'm the first person to run away

and pretend it's not happening.

Yeah - we saw you what, like, once at the hospice?

Ouch! That's a bit below the belt.

I thought "below the belt" was your comfort zone.

I don't know whether to be deeply offended or strangely aroused.

Well, if it helps, your mum didn't really want to see you anyway.

Ah! Bam! Yeah, smack in the face number two.

-No, in a good way!

-Yeah.

She didn't want to be a burden on anyone.

"Life's for the living," that's what she said.

Should I not have mentioned that?

No. I'm...I'm glad you did.

SIREN WAILS

Oh!

'That is a mess, a real mess...'

RYAN GROANS

Can we get some views on the foot, please,

after chest, C-spine and pelvis?

Let's keep the leg elevated

and give him 1.2 grams

of co-amoxiclav if he's not allergic

-to penicillin.

-No worries.

After the X-rays, I'll refer him to the Orthopods.

OK, Ryan, your heel is exposed

through the bottom of your foot.

I'm afraid you're going to need an operation.

Why did you go for it?

I don't know... I just, Stephen, he was going to die!

He's the reason I got locked away - he deserved everything he got.

-You could have killed him.

-Yeah?

Well, I ain't finished with him yet.

Is Kenny still here?

Yeah. He's in reception.

Looking a bit lost.

Look, Beth.

The old Kenny...

..the one that you married...

that's who you're doing this for.

Why him?

Why did it have to hit him so hard?

You were there, you went through the same thing that he did...

No, Kenny wasn't...

I was...

When the bomb went off...

Sorry...

We've all been affected.

We just cope with it in different ways.

I'm no different to Kenny.

Uh, Ethan, can you, erm...give me a second opinion on this, please?

I'm not carrying on as if nothing happened.

Look, it was just a kiss.

With a woman whose son is still under our care.

You're a doctor, you should show some restraint. And Rita saw you!

All right, Nibbles. Ararararr...

Don't call me that.

Your behaviour reflects incredibly badly on me as well, you know.

You could have got a job at any hospital, why here?

Why not?

Because it makes me want to...

break my thumb on your nose again.

Look, I don't want to leave you, but I've got to check in

-with my probation officer, all right?

-It's fine.

-I'll be back as soon as I can.

-OK.

I imagine they'll be looking to transfer you

to the orthopaedic surgeons as soon as the X-rays are back.

So you might want to get a picture of that before they stitch it up.

It could make quite the status update.

Did Danny see you come in?

No. Is he here?

No, he's just left, but he'll kill you if he sees you in here.

Yeah, all right, stresshead.

I only come in here to say thanks, anyway.

You going up there and that.

Pretty brave.

Totally loopy, but...nah, you didn't have to do that, mate.

It's all right. Where's that doctor, eh?

You know I didn't grass him.

I know.

Why'd you know?

I just believe you, that's all.

What, you believe me over your own brother?

Oh, come on, can you find me that doctor?

I'm feeling rough again.

Mate, was it you?

Who else knew the laptops were there, eh?

-How can you do that, man? That's your brother!

-Please...

Just get me a doctor.

All right.

Hey, mate - he's gone a bit funny over here.

OK, let's check your obs.

You look like you might need this.

What do I owe ya?

Oh, nothing.

Ex-serviceman. Got to look after each other.

Iain said you served together, in Afghanistan.

It's all right, I don't mean to pry -

some boys like to talk about it, some don't.

I've done nothing but talk about it -

six months of rehabilitation and therapy...

Thinking the time might have been better spent

on marriage counselling.

Yeah, well, when a bloke's adjusting back into normal life, it, erm...

it can be hard on the old relationships.

-You speaking from experience?

-Ha! Me? No, no...

I have to settle for a nice glass of red and a bag of chips these days.

Not that I've ever really been one for relationships.

Or one-night stands, for that matter.

What do they call them these days? "Booty calls", innit?

Yeah, that's it.

Dunno, some of the young boys at work here...

Oof, things I could tell you...

You mean Iain?

Well, he, erm...he did have a phone call out of the blue, yeah.

He went off with a cheeky grin and a spring in his step...

When was this?

-Oh, I don't know.

-When was it?

Erm...erm... Couple of weeks back, I think, erm...

Friday! Yeah, Thursday is my quiz night.

Hey, your...

Erm...his obs are still fine, but I'll start him on half-hourlys.

Alert me if there are developments.

She's hot and that, but ain't she a bitch?

I hear she can be lovely.

So is this all you can do, then? Can't do anything else?

I know it's hard to see your mate in this condition.

Yeah, he's like a fitness freak as well. The rest of us,

we'll all be smoking joints in the park and he's doing laps

in his running tights. I mean, like proper tights -

looks like a right tool.

He's a runner?

Yeah. Obsessed.

Just bear with me a second...

Kenny.

I'm sorry...

My head's been...

Maybe it's just been the shock or something.

The way I've been - it's not been fair on you.

Please, let's just go back to the B&B and get some sleep, yeah?

Maybe we can grab that beer later, yeah?

Sure.

Looking at his obs, there's not a problem.

So why are we having this conversation? I'm really busy.

Because he does seem to be deteriorating.

He's not tachycardic, but he does seem to be uncomfortable,

a little agitated and I'm concerned.

OK.

Erm, his mate seems to think he's a bit of a runner...

Obsessed, actually, and when I first saw him

he seemed like a skinny, malnourished teenager.

But now I think he's more like a super athlete.

Super?

You know...for more of a less exaggerated phrase.

-OK, Lily?

-Mm?

-Erm, this patient with the calcaneus fractured...

-Waiting for transfer.

-Right, will you have a look at him again

with the assumption that his resting pulse is more like 40?

-OK. Lofty?

-Thank you.

Ethan!

Ethan!

I just wanted to explain about what you saw...

There's no need.

I don't usually do things like that.

I was in a funny place, I just...

I needed a bit of comfort.

I hope you don't think any the less of me...

Oh, of course not.

Now, let's, erm...go and check on this little chap, OK?

Hello.

I feel stupid for panicking now - he...he looks like he's fine.

That's good - that's what we want to see.

That means the paracetamol is bringing his temperature down.

As I said, the antibiotics should soon clear the infection up.

Hello, Joshie.

Did you do this by yourself?

He's very good with his colours.

Yeah, always has been, eh?

Would you mind if we had a... a quick chat about Josh

and his behaviour, just for a couple of minutes?

Umm, I, like, really need the loo.

-Has that come on suddenly?

-I'm just bursting.

-I understand.

-Can I check your abdomen? Then we'll collect a urine sample.

-Hang on, love,

I'm not staying in here if he's going to do that!

Do you feel any tenderness here?

Yeah, there!

We'll get you some privacy and if you could urinate into this.

Is there a development?

He is very athletic, so assuming normally the has a low resting pulse,

80 plus is tachycardic. I think he may have an intra-abdominal bleed.

-Good spot.

-The nurse picked it up.

Hey, is that blood? Hey, Ryan, did that come out of your todger, mate?

-OK, that isn't helping.

-All right, I'm just saying.

That's frank haematuria. Dip it and send it to the lab ASAP.

And we'll do a fast scan of his abdomen straight away, OK?

That better, treacle?

You've both described him as being a bit of a handful.

They all are, aren't they?

Sometimes, yes, but this tantrum in the supermarket,

especially the trigger for it,

and...his behaviour with other children...

That's because he didn't spend much time with other kids when he was a toddler.

That could be the case,

but combined with the fact

that you said his speech has been slow to develop...

-Not that slow.

-Jenny, let him finish.

Have you considered that he may have an autistic spectrum disorder?

No, he can't...

We've both said it before, almost as a joke.

Have you spoken to your GP about this?

Look, it's a difficult thing to confront,

especially with your first child when there's no other frame of reference.

I should have done something sooner.

-I'm such a bad mo...

-Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

He's a good kid, and we both do our best.

What I would suggest is you speak to your GP.

They'll begin the process of diagnosis. Spotting this now,

this really is a good thing.

-Thank you so much.

-Yes...

You keep telling yourself you didn't take advantage of her state of mind.

There we are, look at that.

A significant haematoma around the left kidney.

We'll need a contrast abdominal CT

for a definitive result.

I'll alert urology.

Ryan, you have some damage

to your urinary tract.

We're going to refer you to a urologist. Do you understand?

Ryan, could I have a contact number for your parents?

It's just my dad.

OK, erm...you give me his number and I'll give him a call.

-He should be here. I'll just go get a pen, OK?

-OK.

Oi! Is he going to be all right?

Ah, he's in safe hands.

It's probably best if you wait in reception though, OK?

-I'll let you know once his scans come through.

-All right.

It's good we caught it now,

could have ended up with a massive haemorrhage.

I'll let you organise the referral. I'll be back to review him

-but let me know if there's any changes.

-Of course.

I'm not paying for the damage, you're insured! I should sue you

-for not having a fire extinguisher in the room.

-Honey, leave it.

-I'm not having it.

-She can't do this. You can't do this!

-Kenny! Please,

let me deal with it! Wait upstairs.

-She's not kicking us out, we paid in advance.

-Wait upstairs.

And pack the bags or something.

You still here?

Yeah, no thanks to you.

It's not over.

I'm not going to tell you again, Dan, all right?

-I weren't the one who grassed you up.

-Somebody did.

-Yeah?

-Want to try looking a bit closer to home?

-You what?

Well, maybe your little shadow isn't too fond of you no more.

You want to watch your mouth, mate.

Yeah? Why don't you think about it for a second, eh?

Why did he take all that risk? Why did he even go up there

in the first place? You want me to tell you why, Dan?

Guilty conscience - I didn't call the Old Bill, so he must have.

Yeah? Come on, then!

Come on, boys, calm down, please. No.

Leave it! Any more of that and you'll both be out!

-You need to get your head sorted out, mate.

-So do you.

-Stephen? Come with me.

-I want to see my brother.

-No, you'll sit down there and behave yourself

until someone comes to help you. Thank you.

HE CLAPS

Would you look at that? Nibbles grew a pair.

Back off!

What has got into you?

Ethan!

He's texting ya...

-..calling ya...

-What?

Is he the first bloke you've been with?

Is he the first one you turned to

when I couldn't give you what you wanted?

I want you.

But it's easier with him?

God, this is stupid.

Bet he doesn't make you feel sick when you look at him.

You don't feel ashamed when he tries to kiss you!

Because he didn't fall apart!

-He didn't have a breakdown!

-Stop.

He could cope with what he saw, what we went through.

I'm that screw-up

who still sees that boy being ripped apart.

I'm the one who still sees his mates in pieces on the floor.

I'm the one who's sitting there

trying to figure out why I couldn't see it coming,

why I couldn't stop it,

and he gets to carry on with his life, with my wife, my woman!

Get off me!

SHE YELLS

They're taking me up to surgery.

Is it true?

All them times you come and see me.

"Can't wait for you to get out..."

And all that time...

..all that time it was you who grassed me?

-Somebody had to stop you...

-What was I going to do, eh?

You have a go at Dad for being drunk, but the worst he'd do

is throw up or fall down the stairs every now and again.

-Yeah, and he's a waste of space.

-And what are you?

The drugs you were taking and the stuff you were nicking,

when you started hitting Dad, hitting me...

-That's when someone had to stop you.

-My own brother...

My own brother of all people!

-OK, Daniel, come on.

-Nah, you're dead, mate!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on!

-You think I'm joking?

-Out! Out!

-You're dead!

Hey! Out! Security!

It's all right.

I'm going.

Are you OK?

I'm sorry that happened.

Well, all I wanted to do was something to make him stop,

make him think...

I didn't know what else to do.

You gave him a chance to change his ways

and if he's too stupid to see that,

that is his problem.

Surgeons are ready for you now. OK?

Let's go.

You all right?

I know your mum's last request is hanging over you...

but he's making your life a misery.

-I can rise above it.

-Clearly, you can't.

I think your mum put that condition in her will as a challenge to him...

..not as a responsibility for you.

It was a slap in the face from beyond the grave

and if that doesn't wake him up to himself, then I don't know what will.

I think the sooner he's out of your life, the better.

All right - back off, I'm going.

Dan, go easy on him, all right?

He's your brother.

He must've been messed up or something to do something like that.

-He ain't my brother...

-Look, it's not as if you didn't do it, is it, mate?

You got caught nicking a load of gear. Just move on.

Yeah? And what do you know?

Look, you coming or what?

No.

I'm going to make sure he's all right.

You're dead to me as well.

Your loss.

Oi! My mate, can I see him?

Ryan? Sure. As soon as he's out of theatre.

If you'd like to take a seat, I'll find out what ward he's on.

What do I think of him? I think he's got a good clinical judgement,

-his heart's in the right place, and the sooner we get an extra pair of hands, the better.

-Good.

-His references are absolutely sound. What do you think, Ash?

-Well, he was the first

-to raise the alarm over the kid with the damaged urethra. Could have been a different outcome.

-Right.

Thumbs up all round then.

-Lofty?

-Mm?

I'd just like to say we're very impressed with you today and, erm...

if you are looking for a permanent job,

we'd be happy for you to apply here.

Oh, yeah, absolutely.

Well, of course, there would be a formal application process,

but...you're exactly the kind of candidate we're looking for.

Yeah, good work today, Ben.

Ah, Lofty is fine.

Nice one, Lofty.

'Ah, you know, it's always about this time of day'

when I would do literally anything for the person

-that would make me a nice cup of tea.

-Subtle as a rhino. As ever.

PHONE VIBRATES

-I do owe you one though.

-Uh-uh.

-Hello?

Beth.

Yeah, all right, calm down.

OK, I'll be there.

Yeah, as soon as I can get out of here, I'll come and get you.

It's Beth - she's in trouble.

Yeah?

Oh, come on, I'm due a break. I'll be an hour tops.

Right, can you return to base

and restock the oxygen cylinders please, Big Mac?

-Doesn't look like I got a choice, does it?

-Nice one.

-I owe you another one.

-Mmm... You do indeed.

I noticed that you and Lily are getting on well today.

When she's on it, she's a great doctor.

-Have you got a minute for a chat?

-Sure...

Here you go - every penny.

Her name was Jenny.

You can have your inheritance on one condition.

You leave here and you don't come back.

No, I don't think it is admitting liability.

I just think it's the decent thing to do.

I suppose.

We were working well together earlier on.

She's got a good career ahead of her.

And if a two-minute apology will save the earache of a tribunal,

I suppose I can suck it up.

You asked me to come and see you...

Yes.

-Look, Lily, I'm...

-It's fine.

Would you give us a moment?

That last comment, it's unfortunate that you heard it,

because Martin was just saying how impressed he's been with you today.

I'm sure he was and...and that's fine. You're his friend...

And I was advising him to apologise.

In the hope that this would go away?

In the hope that I can run an ED

where good doctors can be good doctors.

You know, I get it -

sometimes you need to get tough in order to help others.

Yes. And that is all that he was trying to do.

No.

I don't believe he was trying to make me a better doctor -

he was trying to make me feel bad about myself.

He has a problem with my personality,

not with my professional competence.

-I don't think that's the case.

-But I do.

It's a clear abuse of power.

He was trying to humiliate me.

The one thing I know about Dr Ashford is he wouldn't be...

I don't need to know anything about Dr Ashford.

The fact remains that he has no right to bully me.

You really want to go through with this?

I have to.

LOUD THUDS

SHE CRIES

I was terrified that he'd come back.

Shh... Shh... It's OK - he can't hurt you,

not while I'm here.

You know me, Iain, mate.

I am more than happy to cover for you and restock the ambulance,

but...if you could pop in somewhere and get me a sandwich on the way back,

that should more than compensate for the additional labour.

All right, mate, I'll speak to you when you get back. Cheers.

Oh! Oooh...

You frightened the life out of me. You all right, mate?

What are you doing here?

Where's Iain?