Falling, Part Two Casualty

-You do know how I love you, right?

-Cal thought I was an easy lay again.

He was making fun of me in front of our colleagues!

How can he do that?

You're meant to be our clinical lead!

Yeah, I'm doing my best.

Do it better!

If you know it's over...

You mean with that agency nurse?

I bet he hasn't given her a second thought.

Ah!

I'm stepping down as clinical lead as of now.

Give it to someone who wants it. You want it, don't you?

Yes.

Charging.

All clear.

Still in VF. Let's intubate, Lily.

One milligram of adrenaline, please. Tess... Tess?

-Um... OK.

-The throat's really swollen. I can't...

-No, it's a hornet sting. It's anaphylactic shock.

-I can't get access with the ET tube.

OK. Try a smaller tube.

-OK.

-Come on. I need him intubated before we shock again.

-Let's shift your angle.

-OK.

More acute.

All right, let me give it a go.

Nah. This is tight.

All right. How tight is tight?

-It's... It's tight.

-OK. Let's push a litre of warmed Hartman's, please.

Oh, yeah, you're right. Plan B.

Right, we're going for a tracheostomy.

Thanks.

OK, we're in. OK. Ready!

Three, two, one. Clear.

All clear.

Yeah, we've got him back! Well done!

OK, very slick.

You been fighting?

Ah... Cage-fighting. At the weekends.

You try living on a locum's wage.

Right. Am I OK to leave you two here?

-Yeah.

-We need a 12 lead ECG. Blood gases and contact ITU.

Let me know if anything untoward occurs.

'39, Over. Bicycle accident on the corner of Portpool Road.

'Track-side markers 140 to 148.

'All rail traffic suspended until 03.00 hours.

'Repeat, all rail traffic suspended until 03.00 hours.'

All right?

-You having a laugh, aren't you?

-Put it on.

They'll see me coming a mile away.

Whole point.

Nah, bruv. Not how I operate.

You want to work - put it on.

I'm an urban fox, me, mate.

Sly. I slope in, I slope out.

-No-one ever sees me coming.

-Pick it up. Today they do.

Hide in plain sight. It's what we do. What Mum says.

Are you sure about this? Mum's in charge?

Your own brother's a div.

He's not a div.

-Not a div.

-I tell you what.

How about you say that in front of Peggy.

She'll rip your lungs out.

Seriously! You threatening me with your mum?

Have you been fighting, too?

No. Just a graze from the gym.

All right, discharge him.

Where is Zoe?

Erm, she has collated her leave.

Right.

OK.

I don't need to tell you that the NHS is a train crash waiting

to happen - I think we can all see that.

It's about where the impact hits first.

-Ah, that would be emergency departments.

-Yeah.

-Always the EDs.

-Well, not on my watch.

I will make it my job to ensure you get to do what you do best.

Would you assemble your various teams?

I'd like to talk to them at ten o'clock tonight. Thank you.

What do you know about scrap metal, Jasper?

If I steal enough of it one day I'm going to be rich.

-£3,850 a tonne.

-Sh, Greggy.

What do you know about copper cabling?

Everything I need to know.

Now...get a move on!

Oi! What's this? I'm a thief.

-Not a child-minder.

-Peggy's rules.

No-one gets caught, no-one gets hurt.

Oh, yeah! Now that's hilarious.

Listen, if you want my advice - humble pie.

Breakfast, lunch and dinner. They always come back for seconds.

What, and you don't think I'm owed an apology?

Are you joking?

She talking to you?

What does it look like, eh?

Frosty, very frosty.

Ha-haarr!

Ah! This is Iris. She's 24, fell off her bike.

-Ah, excuse me. The manhole cover was missing!

-OK, that's true.

Some bright spark moved the man-hole covers along the Portpool Road.

That's a bit low. How much money is a man-hole cover, anyway?

My sentiments exactly! And there are some proper scrotes out there.

She's got some lacerations to her head and right forearm.

Wasn't KOd, GCS has been 15 throughout.

BP is 120 over 60 and pulse is 75.

Straight ahead, please.

-Right. I love your hat.

-Oh, thanks!

You weren't wearing a cycle safety helmet?

In this hat? You think?

If you choose fashion over safety...

At least you get to look good.

Not if you fracture your skull and suffer brain damage.

Ah... Always that lovely joie-de-vivre.

You're probably going to end up with a nasty black eye, I'm afraid.

-Not as nasty as the one your brother's sporting. Another jealous husband, was it?

-OK. Enough.

Thank you. We'll take it from here.

-Am I missing something?

-Yes, Jeffrey. Brain cells.

-Yeah, but we share them, don't we?

-That's true!

You know what? You pair are like Morecambe and Wise.

Yeah, but we both know who the funny one is!

-She's the one with the short fat hairy legs!

-Shut it!

-You haven't forgotten she's engaged, have you?

-Ah, nah.

Oh, whose bike is this, by the way?

Oh. Mary Poppins.

Mmm. Straight away, Mary Poppins.

Hold of the reins, then?

-Oh, small steps.

-Didn't take long.

Well, if you want something badly enough, why pussy-foot?

You've always had quite a reputation down here.

People exaggerate.

And the last thing you probably want is advice.

Well, they're a good team.

Try and get them on-side before you make any big decisions.

You're right. The last thing I want is advice.

I'm not here to make friends, Ash.

I'm not here to be a charismatic leader.

I'm here to make the ED work. Properly.

If it's all stainless, I'll take it.

But only if you can get it here in the hour. After that I'm busy.

OK. Bring it round the back.

-Mum, why have you got him on here today?

-You know why.

We're a man short cos your maggot-brained father...

Got himself caught.

Yeah. If he was here we'd not need the likes of cousin Jasper...

Or his attitude.

Are you sure Greggy's all right for this?

I mean, we can always wait until...

Works Schedule says track's off till 0300 hours.

Radio-chatter says B Gang is busy on the up-line section. So...

No trains?

No trains.

But, they've already delivered all the copper cabling for tomorrow.

Right. But...

Today is our only possible pay-day...

By tomorrow, all that cable will be laid and live.

Oi, numbnuts.

You keep shtoom about them...

All right? I've already been out earning this morning.

Don't need them stuck in my van.

Be a bit obvious.

Greggy not allowed to touch.

They're man-hole covers. Not nuclear war heads.

-If Mum sees, she'll be...

-Shut up!

Well, she's not going to see.

And she's not going to know cos

you're going to help me keep a secret... Aren't you?

Yeah? Check this out...

Yeah? Snagging hook.

That is lovely.

Have it.

You help me keep the man-hole covers a secret.

Oi! Come on you two, we've got to go now!

Apart from your face and arm, does it hurt anywhere else?

My pride.

Yes, well, that I can sympathise with.

What is it they say about pride and falls?

Any dizziness or nausea...?

Do you get to choose the colour of these surgical scrubs you wear?

-I'm sorry?

-Or is it just, like, everyone is "portaloo" green?

I've never actually asked what colours there are, so...

You mean you could choose and you don't even know?

This is my work uniform. Why would I even...

How are you just not bothered?

Erm... Dr Hardy?

Have you experienced any headaches since the accident?

No.

-Ouch!

-What?

-OK... Don't touch. Don't...

-What?

-..touch.

-Oh, my God! Is that...?

-OK, don't pull, please.

Hat-pin embedded in the scalp?

Affirmative.

Oh, actually in my head?!

I think it's just through the flesh.

Judging from the angle, it might have grazed the skull.

It's just an interview.

I won't get offered it.

Of course you'll get offered it. You know you'll get offered it.

And even if I did, I don't know if I'd take it.

So, why are you going?

I just need to test the water.

What "water" exactly?

It's what the agency woman said. I'm just going to see.

You mean, you signed on with a head-hunting agency?

Is this about you and Fletch?

No, no. Not at all.

No.

Silly sods, the pair of you.

It's not about Fletch.

Can you just help me with this?

RADIO DINGS

'All gangs alert. Train services resumed by 21:15.

-Oh, shoot...

-'All maintenance work

'from track side marker 140 is cancelled.

'That's all maintenance work from track side marker 140, cancelled.'

Oh, they said within the hour.

I'll just get the key for out the back! Ow!

Oh, your Natalie rang about ten minutes ago.

Said she couldn't get through on your phone.

And she's coming in cos she needs the car.

Present.

Oh, off somewhere nice?

Birmingham.

Oh, well, bring us back a balti, or a fit bloke, or...both.

Where are you going looking so swish?

Just my sister's. I haven't seen my nephews in ages.

That's exactly the way I'd like to keep it.

Bye.

Job interview.

No. She's off to her sister's...

Blow-dried hair. Manicure. And no presents.

Nephew-visiting requires cheap, bulky presents,

the kind that don't fit in a smart carry case.

I would say dirty weekend, but Tess, she ain't the type.

Mac says I'm too familiar with you.

-Yeah, but he's just jealous, isn't he?

-Yeah?

Wants you all to himself.

Well, you can't blame him, can you?

He's only human.

All right, sweetheart, ambulance service.

HE YELLS

Oh, yeah! This is nice. Nice. Very nice, boys!

-Shut up!

-How do you know where to find this lot?

It's called planning. Mum knows people.

Sweet. Now let's do some of what I call "robbing."

We need to make sure the line's clear.

We don't want to be bumping into any real maintenance gangs.

No-one gets caught. No-one gets hurt.

No-one gets rich.

Oi! No-one gets caught, no-one gets hurt.

Yeah, nice one, Greggy, well said, mate.

Right, let's get to it.

And you, just behave!

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

-Would you like that?

-No idea.

Would you like that, pretty boy?

They'll pay you a visit and sort you out.

Peggy, what have you done to your foot?

-They'll wipe the weaselly grin off your face!

-Feisty one.

Yeah, called him every name under the sun and been going on about trains.

-The trains, I need...

-Yup, she has.

Even accused me of nicking her mobile phone.

It's probably still at your yard.

-OK, please calm down, cos we're only trying to help you...

-Bog off!

Tell him to go get me phone.

I don't know where your phone is, Peggy!

Peggy, I want to know what you've done to your foot?

Know what I want to do with it, Nursey?

What I want to do with it, is stick it right up your...

Right, let's get ready to slide her, shall we? One. Two. Three...

Get me my phone! Oh! Oh!

OK, let's start with ten milligrams of morphine,

and Peggy, I'm afraid we do not know where your phone is.

Yeah, I need my phone, I need to contact Mikey.

You've had a head injury

and sometimes that can be very disorienting. All right?

I need to tell him they've switched the track schedule.

I need to tell him!

Well, if you give me his number, I'll contact him for you.

His number's stored in me pigging phone, you stupid cow.

-All right, what have we got?

-Ow!

Well, we have got Peggy Raeburn.

Erm, head injuries and right foot pierced

by what looks like a massive fishing hook.

It's snagging hook.

All right. Do you know where you are, Peggy?

Who the hell are you?

Do you know where you are, Peggy?

Yeah, I'm in some hospital surrounded by dozy cretins

who keep asking me the same dumb questions,

when all I need is me phone! Ah!

Like I said, who the hell are you?

I'm the, uh, lead consultant of this emergency department

and if you continue to address me or my staff like that,

I will instruct them not to treat you.

Yeah, well, you can shove your attitude...

Do I make myself absolutely clear?

I don't give a monkeys what you...

One more word from you and the snagging hook stays in.

Do you understand?

Whatever.

Right, let's have a look at this foot.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Mum, you need to give me a call.

I need to know everything is still on.

You don't rob unless you're giving Mummy a running commentary?

She keeps a tight grip. Is that all right with you?

Van nearly full.

We got to fit a whole other drum in there somehow.

-Ha-ha ha! This is so sweet.

-Something's wrong.

Yeah, I tell you what...

Seeing as you two girls don't seem to be able to take

so much as a dump without Mummy...

Jasper will show you how to make a score.

Drive the van back to the yard.

Check she hasn't got her nips caught in the mangle,

and unload the first roll.

Me and Shrek, we'll do the real work.

Grr! Strong boy!

About the time you get back, we'll be good to go.

Grrr! Strong boy! Good to go.

Listen. Don't do anything daft, all right?

-Shall I?

-Thank you very much.

Is that a fracture?

-Lacrosse accident.

-Wow! Lacrosse?

Stupid knobby game. Boarding school...

Was that your dad seeing you off?

Yeah.

-And your...

-Step-mum? Absolutely.

Very new. Like she was practically made yesterday.

You don't approve?

If she was my real mum...

Worked out, she would've had to have given birth...when she was nine!

Oh.

-My dad's got ski boots that are older.

-Ha-ha-ha!

Yeah. It looks as if it's embedded in the scalp,

but I'm not convinced about where the end of it's lying.

Maybe we should have gone straight for a CT?

I'm not quite sure why you're being so icy with me.

I was the one trying to defend your honour.

You punched your brother.

Yes. He was bragging.

And now everyone knows my business.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Mum! Mum!

COMPUTER BEEPS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hurry up, numbnuts.

You sure this is a good idea, Jasper?

-Ten minutes, our kid.

-I don't know.

Like Ali Baba's cave of treasure!

Bad cable.

Whoa, whoa... Good cable!

Bad.... Already lying down.

-"Laid." Dumbo.

-Got electric in it.

Not today it hasn't. You see any signals working?

You see any trains coming?

No. You. Don't.

No.

You know, when your big bruv comes back

and sees you've got a whole new run of cable...

Oh, he'll be pleased.

And your mum. She'll be proud, too, won't she?

Eh?

Sure, why not.

Seen one of these before?

Yes, I have. Florida Everglades.

-You ever been?

-What do you think?

Cypress swamps full of alligators and giant garfish...

Is he going to take this thing out or just talk me to death?

You are one lucky lady, because I worked in Miami Dade Metro Hospital.

One gloriously hot, fashion model-filled summer...

So, I've taken out a few of these and the trick is

to push the barb up through the flesh,

snip it off, and then slide the hook back through the foot.

So first we push.

Ah...ah.

-Then we snip.

-Ah!

And finally, we gently withdraw.

Gah!

Can I have a fag?

-Do you want some?

-Oh, yes, please.

I'll stick the spike under the cable, then you whack it.

I'll whack it.

Go on, then. What are you going to do with all the dosh, numbo?

Greggy's got a bank.

Yeah!

Well, Jasper is going to light up the town.

Iker Casillas, probably Europe's finest goalkeeper

-is face-to-face with...?

-I like that Ronaldo.

The crowd ripples with tension, and expectation, as...

Ahh!

HE WHIMPERS

HORN BLOWS

Number seven, Cristiano Ronaldo.

He lines up to take the penalty.

THEY SCREAM

Thank you, everyone, I appreciate you're busy

and this is your break time.

Um, I can hear Charlie Fairhead's teeth gnashing at the idea

of another new department head reinventing the wheel

-that he has so successfully turned for...?

-42 years.

42 years! Erm...

Some of you don't know me,

but I came to this hospital ten years ago as Medical Director

and it is my...

RADIO INTERRUPTS

That it is my intention that this hospital...

PHONE RINGS

Holby ED, go ahead.

That was a lot slicker when you rehearsed that

in the bathroom mirror this morning, wasn't it?

Oh, so much slicker.

Yeah, all received, thank you very much. Train derailment.

-We're on MCI stand-by.

-All right, current situation?

No idea how many casualties at the moment but it looks nasty.

Can you inform the switchboard?

We need to set up triage for walking wounded and admissions protocol

if it becomes declared a major incident.

I need to walk through the department with the team leader

and clear as much resus and cubicles as possible.

OK, good. Do it.

Does that mean you're team leader, then, yes?

-It's your first day. Do you want me to...

-No, that's fine. Yes, I am.

-Charlie, do you know what train Tess was on?

-No, sorry.

Rita, Robyn, could you clear as much reception as possible please?

Listen, if they request a prehospital team I think I should go out.

No, I need you here. Can you set up resus?

Look, no, I really think I should go out with the team, Charlie.

You're a strong pair of hands, I need you here.

Right, Cal, clear resus one, get burns kits and drips ready.

You clear cubicles with Ethan,

I'll take resus one and tag with Ash, all right?

Any problems, shout. No heroics, OK?

-This is the bit I love.

-Don't we all?

See who we can get up to wards.

Yeah, uh, what...what's going on?

I'm afraid we're preparing for a major incident.

-But what major incident?

-We can't say.

Iris, the hat pin is embedded in your scalp

and it's not clear from the X-ray where the point is lying

so you'll need a CT scan.

OK, but will it take long?

I have a date.

Ah, we'll get you seen as soon as possible...

Oi! You, Doctor...Speccy.

Come back here.

Excuse me. Yes?

I said, what major incident?

Uh... There's been a crash on the railway.

And I said we can't say.

That information is pertinent to the emergency services only.

Are you going to be mad with me all the time?

You turned my private life into a personal crusade against Dr Knight.

No, I...I wanted to protect you.

And I didn't ask you to.

I know, but I didn't want you to become sullied

by my infant-minded brother.

-Sullied?

-Sorry, sullied isn't...

No, what I mean is, he has a habit of spoiling, of corrupting.

Mrs Rayburn, you mustn't put any weight on that foot!

OK, right, you need to get back on the bed now!

Get out of my way.

Can I have some help in here, please?

Oh...oh!

Hey, hey.

Hey, Mr Casillas is here.

Come on, now.

Ah...speak to me, speak to me.

Hey, Casillas. Mr Casillas, come on, now!

You know, you never told me your name.

Rufus.

Oh, hello, Rufus.

My name is Tess.

I'm a nurse.

Rescue teams are going to be on their way.

Everything's going to be fine.

Oh...ah!

Bloody hell.

Over here!

There's someone on the tracks, Jeff, come on!

Jeff!

It's OK, we've got it.

See if you can help down there for me.

-And make sure the power's off, will you?

-Hello, hello, can you hear me?

We're too late... He's gone.

Greggy!

Greggy?!

OK, can you go over there and triage for us, Tamz, please?

Nothing we can do here. What's up, mate?

Me brother... I need to find me brother!

There's a bunch of casualties down there, he could be among them.

Go on. I've got this, I've got this.

Can you follow the signs, please? Thank you very much.

Just through those double doors and follow the signs, thank you.

-What's happened?

-Train crash.

And where's Fletch?

Charlie, where's Fletch?

Oh, erm...right... I think he's in, er... yeah, he's in resus.

-Charlie, have you got a minute?

-Yeah.

I'll...I'll keep an eye out for him.

OK, mate, nice easy breaths for me. That's the way.

-Good man.

-Jeff?

-Yeah?

Can I have a hand?

Sammy, can you take over here, please?

Uh, head laceration, GCS 13, OK? I'll be right back.

What's up?

I need to get him away from here, into the ambo.

OK, mate. Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly...

Get you away from that train.

That's it, OK, slowly...

-You all right with this now?

-Yeah, thank you.

All right, talk to the ambulance incident commander

and I'll catch you up. All right?

-How bad is it?

-It's carnage, mate, but, do us a favour, will you?

-Just triage the walking for me? I'll be right back, OK?

-Yeah.

Erm... You shouldn't be doing that. That's hospital property.

You know that's bleeding, don't you?

Yeah, I know you're stating the bleeding obvious.

Put the phone down.

Hold on! What're you doing? Excuse me, you're not allowed.

Fletch, I'm in reception, can you call me, please?

-What are you doing? You're not allowed to touch the...

-Bog off!

That's...that's Fletch.

Fletch?

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Ah...ah... Ow!

SHE WHIMPERS

Tess? Tess, where are you?

Fletch...

'Are you still on the train?'

Fletch... Fletch...

I can't hear you, just tell me where you are!

All right, Fletch, the fire service are bringing out

-the last of the casualties now...

-Tess is on the train.

-What?

-I can hear her on the phone. She's on the train.

-What you talking about?

-Look, I...I just know, all right?!

OK, OK... Listen, I'll liaise with the fire service.

Find out the best way forward.

We don't want to do anything silly. All right? We wait.

-Understand?

-Yeah, I understand. I got you.

-Yeah, OK.

-Jeff!

-Yeah?

Look!

Fletch! Fletch!

Tess!

-Aw, you stupid, stupid kid.

-Tess!

Like you wouldn't do the same?

Yeah, but...I know what I'm doing.

Right, come on, come on.

Tess?

Tess?

Tess?

Yes, I'm afraid I can't give you any information

about the casualties as yet.

Look, I've told her she shouldn't be there.

Oh, no, no, no. You should not be at the computer.

You should be in cubicles! Noel!

Oh...but...but my boys are there. On the track.

My...my babies.

How do you know?

I know. I do. Let me stay. Please.

All right, she can stay at the computer,

but doesn't touch anything.

Hello, Holby ED. Mm-hmm.

You all right there, mate?

-Yeah, but there's other people hurt.

-Right. OK.

Go down there, keep them calm, tell them that help's on the way,

-someone's going to get you out, all right?

-OK, thanks.

How you doing there, mate? You all right?

-Peachy.

-All right, good boy. All right, be with you in a minute.

You all right down there, Tess?

What have you done to yourself?

Can't leave you alone for five minutes.

OK, right...

You going to have a cup of tea with all those biscuits, or what?

Idiot.

Yeah, you're right. Got me in one.

OK. I'm going to take that table off you, and have a look.

-All right?

-Yeah.

Here we go. OK, it's off you.

All right, well, I definitely think you've ruined your suit.

Who's your mate?

His name is Rufus.

He was briefly KO'd on impact.

He's got an existing fracture to his right arm

and he's been complaining of pains to his legs and back.

All right. OK, you're going to be all right there, mate.

OK.

Let's get a line in and stabilise that leg.

No, see to Rufus first.

No. Let's get you sorted and then the team can take care of Rufus.

No. Fletch, I'm worried about his airway. He's not breathing well.

-This a private party, then?

-Jeff!

Or can anyone join in?

No. It's a bring-a-bottle. Only Tess has eaten all the nuts.

Right, charming. I like what you've done with the place.

All right, what have we got here, mate?

We've got some more casualties at the other end of the train

but Rufus is your starting point.

All right, Rufus, I'm Jeff, I'm a paramedic.

The stand-by MCI status has been stood down.

There's not as many casualties as originally feared.

OK, thank you.

Don't get caught. Don't get hurt.

Earlier, you said they switched the track schedule. What did you mean?

Right. Where was she picked up?

Scrap metal yard on Toller industrial estate.

Jeff.

How is she doing, Fletch?

Well, she's lost a bit of blood

but I've given her ten of morphine,

but her pulse is getting fast and thready.

-I can hear, you know?

-Yeah, all right.

Well, once we've cleared Rufus, we'll take care of you and your leg, OK?

But we're going to need the fire crew to help cut her out.

-Can you get the boys down?

-Right, Fletch?

Fire team are saying that we might have a fuel leak.

-So we really need to get a wiggle on now.

-Get Rufus clear.

OK, when we're ready, let's get the boys down, we'll lift him out, yeah?

-Yeah.

-OK, we're going to do this now, Rufus.

Oh, Lily, the...

Erm, hello? Where are you going?

Meeting by the statue of Eros outside the art gallery.

Which is either really romantic or tacky naff

depending on your point of view.

You should be in bed waiting for your CT scan.

I'm kind of prepared to go for romantic. For now.

You have a hat pin embedded in your head.

And I have this date.

Can we just leave it in? Doesn't hurt.

Keeps my hat on.

It could become infected or do more damage.

Staying here will definitely damage my love life.

It might be quicker if we send you straight to theatre.

You're busy. Bigger fish to fry. I get it.

Wha... Hang on a minute!

You're prepared to sacrifice your health

for the sake of some vague romantic possibility?

And you aren't?

Toodle-oo.

Mac, do us a favour, check that out for me, please, will you?

You all right, mate?

My hands hurt.

OK, let's have a look then, shall we? Oh, OK...

Greggy doesn't want to look.

-Right, no... OK, well, my name is Mac, all right?

-Mac.

And I'm a medic and I'm going to look after you, all right?

-Greggy!

-Don't tell my mum.

-No, all right.

Greg...oh! Something's happened to his hands!

-OK, nice and calm.

-No, no, he's my brother.

Yeah, no, that's fine. That's fine.

Jasper wanted the bad cable. Not Greggy.

I know, mate.

OK, son, if you'll come with me and we'll look after you, all right?

-Take it nice and easy. Up you come. There's a good boy.

-He should go.

Yeah. I'll just grab a packet of biscuits and then wait

for the fire crew to tell me

when it's all right to come back in and get you.

No, Fletch, I think I can smell fuel.

That's not fuel. That's the new aftershave I'm trying.

Don't you like it?

Oi! Take a look at this!

What about your kids?!

Come on, leave me.

Look. No, look, I tried that once and I didn't like the way it turned out.

Will you please go?

Tess, in a word, "no." All right?

Everybody back! Everybody back!

Right, now. This is going to hurt.

One. I love you. Three.

SHE SCREAMS

Fletch... Fletch!

-Yeah, I know, I know.

-Jeff, be careful!

OK, here!

It's Tess.

Yes, on the train. Yes, she's all right...

No... No...

It was Tess, wasn't it?

Kodjo, take that!

All right.

-Robyn, take this one.

-Yup!

Quick as you can.

Walking wounded there! Kodjo, straight to resus!

Keep still, Rufus, we're trying to give you some pain relief.

OK? Rufus?

OK, Rufus, calm down, OK? Look into my eyes.

Look into my eyes. Good.

I sound a bit like Derren Brown,

but it is really important that you focus on me right now.

Good. Good.

Now, tell me where it hurts.

I can't.... Where's the lady?

The lady from the train? Tess?

-Yes.

-She's over there.

I want my mum.

That's fine. We'll find her for you.

-My real mum.

-OK.

Look, there wasn't time to wait for the cutting gear.

Fletch, you've got to get out of here.

She had 15 milligrams of morphine

and I set her up with a litre of saline.

Fletch.

Robyn, take him through to cubicles.

Yeah. Come on.

Come on, Fletch.

-Nat.

-Get away from me.

Nat, please.

You made me look so stupid. I feel so stupid.

I confided in Tess. I mean, she practically delivered our Theo.

She was there at his birth.

She didn't want to, she didn't plan to.

-This isn't...

-At my most vulnerable.

And she's helping me, looking me in the eye.

She was doing her job.

The woman was sleeping with my husband!

-I know.

-I feel sick. Physically sick.

-What can I say?

-Nothing. Nothing.

Look...

I'm sorry that I hurt you.

Do you love her?

Do you?

I can't lie to you.

What I've done to you and the kids...

-I hate myself for it.

-Yeah. So you should.

I deserve better.

I know you do.

All right, let's take a look at this leg.

Out, Fletch.

She knows. Natalie knows about us.

What?!

I didn't want that.

It's too late.

I mean it. Out.

I want to talk to him.

Please.

Please.

Two minutes. Come on.

You carried me through flames.

I thought it was the least I could do.

You're a good man.

Not everyone agrees.

Make it right with her.

I think we're past that point.

Please.

I want to make it right with you.

It can't happen.

So you don't love me? Is that what you're saying?

What, you were just going to quit Holby

and get a job in some other hospital?

I can't come in here every morning and see you.

It hurts too much.

So you do love me, then?

Well, then let's try and make something of this and be together.

-No.

-Yes.

-You have a wife and four children.

I'm not going to be that woman.

Loving you made me hate me.

But together, we can make this right.

What we did to Natalie was wrong.

But in time...

we'll put this behind us.

You'll forget.

Please. Let me go.

OK.

I'll let you go.

But you have to stay.

-No.

-Yeah.

If anyone goes, it's me.

Besides...

Charlie would have ginger kittens if you went.

-Aluminium?

-£660 a tonne.

-Lead?

-£915 a tonne.

Mild steel?

-£110 a tonne.

-Good lad.

Listen, you can keep your eyes shut if you prefer.

-But you might want to look.

-Greggy don't want to see.

At some point you're going to have to look.

Lily, he doesn't have to look.

-I've hurt my hands.

-I know.

You don't get caught. You don't get hurt.

It wasn't your fault, mate.

You shouldn't have even been out there.

What exactly were you doing on the railway track?

Copper wire cabling.

-£3,8...

-I want to see my son!

-Mum?

-You stupid boy! You stupid...

-That's enough!

-Stupid. Bad boy!

Leave him alone!

-What did you...?

-Leave him alone!

-Mum, it was Jasper!

-You don't get caught. You don't get hurt.

-Stop it!

-He's my son. I can hit him if I want to.

-Really?

No, you can't!

This is all your fault.

We shouldn't have been there. It wasn't safe!

-They changed the schedule!

-Jasper is dead.

It's all about you and your greed again.

Like it was for Dad.

You think we don't know how he got caught?

Oh, Greggy...

I'm sorry that I dropped you in it.

We survived.

You need to write me up. What I did was totally out of order.

Yes. It was.

I'm going to leave.

You'll still give me a reference, then?

Glowing.

Charlie, I...

Come here.

You're a top bloke.

You're an inspiration, mate.

I've put some money behind the bar.

Right. Nice one, thanks Charlie.

A pint please,

and one of those expensive dry white wines for the lady.

So, do you think Fletch will turn up?

Well, if Charlie is buying, he's bound to, isn't he?

Familiar.

That's what Big Mac said.

Ah, yes, Big Mac.

He's your emotional guru now, isn't he?

Yeah, I know, but, you know, there is this shorthand between us.

Yeah.

We connect, don't we?

We're on the same wavelength.

Yeah, but, you know, I'm sort of...

married.

-And you're about to be...

-I'm engaged to be married, yes.

Is that your point or his?

Good point.

I think.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

Here we go, boys.

It's Fletch.

Fletch. Are you really going?

Always leave them wanting more, darling.

I'm really going to miss you.

ALL: To Fletch.