Scars Casualty

-Stewart.

-Leave him, Iain. Iain!

Iain!

This man is bleeding out, son, he's dying.

We don't have a lot of time so if you don't mind,

can you get me the trolley?

Anything else I can do, Jeff?

Nah, think you have done enough, mate, your shift is over, son.

What you doing?

You don't have to stand to attention, just relax, will you?

Right, yesterday...

-You know what you did wrong?

-I should've stayed with Jeff.

-Yeah, the patient could've died.

-But he didn't.

This time.

And that bloke I went after, he might've died,

if I hadn't caught up with him.

That was just down to luck, you're a trainee.

Nine times out of ten you might not be so lucky.

I know.

All right, clean slate - we all want you to succeed

-and pass your training, don't we, Jeffrey?

-Yeah.

But we need to know we can count on you.

You know you are part of a team, we are all in this together.

-RADIO:

-Holby Control to 3-0-0-6.

3-0-0-6 to Control, go ahead.

Emergency call, RTC involving cyclist on Denhale Street.

Received, we're on our way.

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

GLASS SMASHES

-I'm going to have a word.

-Where you going?

-To put a stop to it.

-And how are you going to do that?

Threaten him?

I dunno.

You think getting all Vin Diesel's going to make him stop...

Have you seen the size of him?

Come on.

SHOUTING CONTINUES

INDISTINCT URBAN MUSIC

Carl!!

Oh!

Look, I know I should've called earlier.

But I need a place to crash for a few days.

Yeah, yeah.

Come in.

How's Mum?

She's the same.

I had to get out, you know. I got nowhere else to go, just you.

Come in.

This is my brother Carl.

This is Gemma, Damo and Sammy.

-All right, Carl.

-Carl.

-Hiya, Carl.

-Carl's come to stay for a bit.

Here, Carrot, get him a drink. Me too, while you're at it.

Why'd you call him Carrot?

-He's not a redhead.

-No, but he's a vegetable.

PHONE RINGS

-Don't be mean!

-He's not a vegetable.

-He's got brain damage.

-Same thing.

-Just come up, mate.

-Oi...

You...staying here...

No. You understand?

-Who are they?

-My friends.

-What do you want?

-Just a water.

-I don't know about this.

-What do you mean?

Thank you.

I can't believe you stopped me.

I didn't stop you, I just told you not to be daft.

What are we going to do when it happens next time?

-Problem?

-Noisy neighbours.

Noisy neighbours? We've got a wife-batterer next door.

-We don't know that for sure.

-Really?

Are you sure I can't get you anything, Gem?

-No, you're all right.

-What?

-You got something to say?

-I don't think you should be here.

-I want you out.

-No, no, Carl.

They're my friends.

Gemma got me a new one.

It's a beauty, yeah? Gemma gave it to me...

It wasn't even my birthday, or Christmas, or anything.

She said she saw it and thought of me.

She even got me something to display them in.

Look, they're dealing.

If this place gets busted, you're going to go to jail, not them.

They're not going to send a veg to jail.

-Don't call him a veg!

-It's OK, Carl.

I am, really.

You're not, they've got you thinking like that.

Where you going?

Oi, you going to the police? You going to grass your brother up?

I said, are you going to grass us up? Get him!

Damo, wait!

Get back here.

Thank you.

Hi, it's my mum. She was sick this morning.

The neighbours phoned and said the paramedics were bringing her here.

-OK, what's her name?

-Maria Winter.

She lives on her own, see.

I'm at uni so it took me a couple of hours to get here.

You're sure it was Holby City Hospital?

That's what the neighbours said.

OK, what's her date of birth, please?

4/4/58.

-And the address?

-80 Heber Drive.

Have you found her?

Sorry, mate, we haven't had anyone in by that name.

Can you double-check? There must be a mistake.

-If you let me see who's been admitted maybe...

-Sorry, mate, I can't do that.

Look, why don't you take a seat, and I'll try and track down your mum.

Mum... I bought you the phone

so I could get hold of you 24/7. So keep it on.

I'm worried sick, call me.

OK, Maria, how about here?

There's no history under the name Maria Connell.

I...

haven't been here before.

Shall we get her some more pain relief?

Yes, one gram of IV paracetamol.

The abdo X-ray -

showing some dilated loops of bowel, which I do not like.

-Dilated loops?

-Yes.

-Is it a tumour?

-I can't rule that out.

It could be lots of things.

But most of the time it's not that serious.

I'm supposed to go to the airport in a couple of hours.

-Going anywhere nice?

-Toronto.

Visiting my sister..

Let's get a full blood count, liver function, amylase.

I'm going to book you in for an ultrasound,

which will give us a clearer picture.

But until we sort this out, you shouldn't be on any plane.

-Sorry, Jamie...

-Yeah.

I've got this fella in reception worried because his mum -

same date of birth, same first name,

same address as the lady that was brought in this morning.

-What's the guy's name?

-Gavin Winter.

Maria, do you know a Gavin Winter?

-My son.

-Oh, right, he's in reception.

-If you like, we can bring him through.

-No.

OK, but do you want me to let him know you're here?

I'll sort out that pain relief, OK.

Come here, you!

Got you now, you're grassing on no-one, mate.

-Damo!

-Do one, Carrot, or I'll stick you too.

Don't, don't!

No!

No!

HE GROANS

Damo!

What have you done?

I need an ambulance.

It's my boyfriend, Damo,

he's been stabbed.

RINGTONE PLAYS

Carol's ringtone, isn't it?

-Yeah.

-You not answering that?

-RADIO:

-Holby Control to 3-0-0-6.

3-0-0-6 to Control, go ahead.

Emergency call, reports of a stabbing.

Bristol Lane on the Trevallen Estate.

Police have been informed and are en route.

3-0-0-6 to Control, received - on our way.

Right, let's go Dixie, do not spare the horses, mate.

Do not pass go, do not collect 200 quid.

Watch yourself, watch yourself, paramedics.

-Watch yourself, love.

-Damo!

Just keep her out of the way, Iain, give us some space to work.

-No.

-What's your name, darling?

-Gemma.

-He's losing a lot of blood there.

Looks like a couple of units. Right, get some obs done.

Iain, can you go and get us a stretcher please, love?

-What's your fella's name.

-Damo, he's been stabbed.

Right, have you been hurt at all?

-Save, save him.

-Yeah, don't worry about that,

we're going to do everything we can.

I just need to make sure that you're all right.

-You've not been hurt at all?

-No time for that, mate.

Over here, give us a hand.

-Right, put some pressure on there. Got it?

-Yes.

I need to get my bag.

Carl...

..you should go to hospital.

No, the police are going to blame me for sticking him.

No hospital or police. OK?

You got anywhere we can go, any friends?

SIREN BLARES

Come on.

How're we getting on, Jeff?

No, not good.

It's coming out faster than I can get it in.

I'm going to need that bag, mate.

I am going to need to get another line in sharpish.

-Got this?

-Yeah.

SIREN BLARES AND CAR HORN BLARES

No, no, no.

Right, I can't get round, I'm going to have to back up.

-Get them out the way!

-I can get this lot to shift up.

It'll give us more room, we can get up that banking.

-It'll be quicker than driving round.

-Go on, then, go for it.

Right, I need you to back up, yeah?

Everybody back in their cars.

Everybody back in their cars.

I need you to move back in your cars, please.

Right, sir, I need you to move this forward.

Can you move forward and push up?

-Just pull in there.

-You all right, love? He's going to be OK.

Come on, come on.

How you getting on, Jeff?

I don't know, I've got to try and find a vein.

Come on.

Pull into there as well, please.

When this car moves, I need you to pull in back to there, OK.

-Go, go.

-I think his veins have collapsed.

Come on.

His veins have collapsed, come on.

Keep the pressure on there, will you?

-It's tipping over!

-Ease off the throttle!

Veins have collapsed.

That's it, got one.

Got the vein.

Ah, what you doing?

Back on the throttle.

Get your hands off me, get your hands off.

Get that down and get some pressure on.

So, you're absolutely sure Maria Winter

hasn't been admitted to St James'?

OK, thank you.

Damo Wallis, was stabbed in the abdomen - I don't know what with.

I couldn't establish the depth.

He's dropped about 1,200 mls of blood.

Sorry, mate, really busy.

OK, let's give him two units of O-neg stat and cross match him

for a further eight units. Can we call for some FFP, please?

Excuse me, I've been getting chest pains...

If you take a seat over there, I will get someone to come and see you, OK?

External injury, small,

but he's becoming increasingly shocked.

His BP is 90, pulse is 140.

Thanks.

-Iain, who's that?

-Girlfriend.

Do you what happened?

Do you know what he was stabbed with?

OK, we'll get him stabilised, we'll bring you up to speed, OK?

I'll bag these for safety.

Listen, you do not ever pull me off a patient, understand?

Especially when that patient is bleeding out in front of us.

-But, Jeff, I thought we were going to tip over.

-Jeffrey!

How are you feeling?

Still got pains, thanks.

-It all looks normal.

-Is that good?

I mean, my chest was feeling really tight, really constricted.

I was getting these sharp pains down my arm.

Don't worry, you are in the best possible hands.

We'll keep you under observation. This might not be a cardiac problem.

Could be all sorts of things, heartburn...

It's my heart, I know it. It's a family thing.

Procedure is that we keep you in here

for ten hours to run more blood tests.

And hopefully it will give us some answers.

Thank you.

I think my mum's here - Maria?

She's a patient, she just came in this morning.

Could someone tell her what's happened, please?

Course I can, you just take it easy.

I'm so grateful.

I mean, this kind of care is what makes the NHS great.

Oh, thanks.

I am going to check your temperature

then I'll sort you out some pain relief.

I was supposed to be staying with my sister.

She's got the whole trip planned out.

-CN Tower, Niagara Falls, the works.

-Sounds great.

-Bit tiring though.

-I know!

All I wanted to do was see her and her kids.

I've never met her boys!

It was going to be my first visit.

-Hi, Maria?

-Yeah.

I think your son's here, Gavin Winter.

-He's been admitted.

-What's happened to him?

He developed some pains in his chest.

That... That happened to his dad.

Heart disease, things like that, can't they run in families?

They can do.

He wanted to see you.

-Did you tell him she was here?

-He already knew she was here, didn't he?

We are just going to take you up for a scan now.

Please, can you take me to him straight after?

Let him know I'm on my way.

-Course, let me take that for you.

-Cheers, Robyn.

Are they ready for him in theatre yet?

-They're prepping for him now.

-What's happening?

He's losing blood faster than we can get it in.

His abdomen is still hard and distended.

There must be a massive bleed somewhere.

-Well, stop him bleeding!

-It's not as simple as that.

-Do you think we should give him TXA?

-Yes, ten milligrams per kilo.

Are you the boss here?

If you're asking if I'm the consultant, no.

-I want that doctor...

-Dr Nicholls is more than capable.

-Does he use drugs?

-No!

I can smell marijuana on him.

Are you sure he hasn't taken anything I should know about?

No, I told you, he doesn't take drugs.

Tom, can you get an arterial line in for me, please?

-Don't you believe me?

-Well, actually, yes.

Cos going by the cash and stack of phones he had,

I'd say he's a dealer and he'd be a very stupid dealer

to work while he's stoned.

So that's why he's not getting the best.

You think he's a dealer.

-You couldn't care less.

-We don't work like that here.

I'm watching everything going on here.

I'm seeing free fluid in the abdomen.

-Shut down?

-Hmm.

Let's get some more fluids into him.

There's no pressure.

Got it.

He really needs to get to theatre.

Just tell me where we're going?

I need to get my bag, it's got all my stuff.

Kelvin, wait, where are you taking us?

-Help! Help!

-Shut up!

You need hospital.

No way, they'll get the police on us.

Remember when dad...

We got the police then.

They were friends.

Them and the ambulance men and the doctors and the nurses.

-They helped me.

-That was different.

-What's going on, lads?

-Carl...

Carl, he's bleeding.

That looks like it might need seeing to, mate.

I'm not going to the hospital.

Well, at least let me have a look at it.

We might be able to sort it here.

No questions?

Yeah?

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Are you ready to go back out?

-Hey...

Look what I found out by the lockers. Someone's keen.

Do I need to make myself scarce tonight?

-Give you ladies a bit of privacy?

-No.

Oh, OK, she's buying flowers.

-You're not taking her calls, lover's tiff?

-No.

Oh, come on, out with it.

-Out with what?

-Whatever it is you're not telling me.

-I finished it.

-Oh, no, I liked Carol!

-Did something go wrong?

-Never mind.

Can you cut Iain a bit of slack, please?

You're the experienced paramedic.

Is this an official reprimand?

-No.

-Right.

-Don't change the subject, what went wrong?

-Nothing!

She was a really nice woman and all that, but...

-it just wasn't right.

-Oh, right.

When did you get all Mills and Boon?

I'm trying to talk to you about Iain.

I'm trying to talk to you about Carol. What went wrong?

It's very sweet that my husband gets concerned

when my extra-marital flings don't work out,

but I don't want to talk about it.

Well, you fancy a pint later, cry on my shoulder?

I fancy you changing the subject.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

-You sure?

-Jeffrey!

End of.

I think you should give Iain to someone else.

-I think you should give him another chance.

-Why?

HE SIGHS

All right.

Three strikes and he's out?

OK, deal.

Never saw them.

Don't touch anything, please.

-So how did this happen?

-You weren't going to ask questions.

Doesn't look like it was a knife.

That's not a question, it's going to need stitches.

-I can get you to the hospital.

-No.

Has he had a brain injury?

-Are you his carer?

-He doesn't need a carer.

He can look after himself as long as people just leave him alone.

-I'll be OK, it doesn't hurt.

-Hang on a minute.

Wait there, hang on.

You see this?

I used to be a soldier in Afghanistan.

Bloke who did that was about ten foot away.

It's just a nick, really.

-So?

-So, what I am trying to say is when you say you're fine,

doesn't hurt - I know it hurts.

It hurts like hell.

Come on, mate, I don't care how you got it.

I just want you to get it treated properly.

Let us get you to the hospital.

You shouldn't be treating anyone here.

Sorry, Dixie, they were shouting for help.

-Well, you and Jeff take him round to the ED.

-OK.

-RADIO:

-'Holby Control to 3-0-0-6.'

I don't need Jeff to spin him round. You two take the call.

-I'll meet you back in ED.

-You wait for me in reception.

3-0-0-6 to Control, go ahead.

Carl, I'll get your stuff. I'll...

I'll bring it to the hospital.

Kelvin! No, wait!

So how did he get the brain injury?

-Was it a car crash?

-No.

-What then?

-A beating.

Who'd do that?

Someone you knew?

Our dad.

Lovely.

Theatre's called for him. Let's go.

-Can I get your spare keys?

-What?

I finish shift in an hour

and I thought I'd start moving my stuff in.

-I haven't got them with me.

-No worries.

MACHINE BEEPS

-BP's crashing.

-What's happening?

-His blood pressure's deteriorating.

-Is he going to die?

He's in PEA. Let's start CPR.

-Don't ignore me! Is he going to die?

-He's deteriorating.

Do you want me to talk about it, or do something?

His heart's stopped, this can happen when someone's loses so much blood.

Gavin, got your mum here to see you!

-Mum.

-Gavin.

It's lucky he was here, really.

Yeah, lucky.

We've done an ECG and the results are normal.

Just waiting on a few blood tests.

These chest pains, they're just like the ones Dad had before he died.

Have you have you had them before?

Little twinges, that's what I'm getting stressed about.

Auntie Carol, she wants you to stay over there.

It was only going to be for a holiday.

I have to wait for ten hours, Mum.

Good thing I'm not going anywhere.

Let's get you back for your scan results.

What was the scan for?

-I've had stomach pains.

-What?

-What are they?

-We don't know yet.

Mum, I'll move back in...

we can look after each other.

I'm ill, you're ill.

Hopefully it won't be that serious, Gavin.

And how long did it take for Dad to die after he got his chest pains?

OK, I think that's enough. Let's get those results.

How long do you keep on going?

He's young, he's strong.

We just keep going until there's no point.

But we're not there yet.

Tess? Have you got an output?

-Yes.

-Right, let's get bloods.

-Does that mean...?

It just means his heart's beating again, that's all.

He's still critically ill.

You have to save him, he's a good man.

He gets into trouble sometimes, but he loves me.

We're going to get ourselves away from here and get a new life,

and be a proper family.

That's who he is.

We just need the money.

His best...

His only chance is if we can stabilise him long enough

-to get him into theatre.

-Can I can come too?

Once he's in theatre, we'll get you up.

Is there any family we can contact for you?

Look, I really need you to wait outside now.

We're just through here. How did it happen?

You're not going to tell us?

He doesn't want to answer any questions.

OK, all right, take your time.

Just in here, nice and easy, that's it.

OK, let's help you onto the bed.

I don't need help.

Right, pop yourself up there for me, that's it.

I'll get you some painkillers.

I don't want anything that knocks me out.

No, it'll just be local anaesthetic

so I can put the stitches in.

OK?

You take care, yeah.

You are going to pay for what you've done.

I was defending myself.

Is he here? Is he going to be OK?

Him and his brother are going to come for you

and that stupid vegetable.

Just leave Kelvin out of this.

He didn't even do anything.

He suffers, you suffer. Get it?

Do you know her?

Nah...just...around, you know?

Right.

HE GASPS

Is he going to die, her boyfriend?

It's hard to tell, I'm afraid.

-This, is this anything to do with them?

-No.

Cos if it is...

the police are going to be all over it.

And in my experience, the best whoever is responsible can do

is go to the police straightaway.

It didn't have anything to do with them.

OK, fair enough.

Done.

Can I go? I need to find my brother.

No, you need to stay here for a while and rest.

That local anaesthetic is going to start wearing off now

-and you're going to feel it.

-OK.

That's not bad, if I say so myself,

I think that's probably in my top ten.

Listen, your brother's going to be all right on his own for a bit, OK?

OK.

LIFT BEEPS

Looks like the lift's here.

ALARM GOES OFF

-He's arrested.

-Go for it?

-No, there's not enough time. Back to resus.

-OK.

Hey, Sammy?

Where is he?

Oi, don't walk away from me, where is he?

-Sammy, what do you mean?

-Your brother! Where is he?!

-I don't know!

KELVIN SOBS

Come here.

Kelvin! Come on, open up!

-All right, thanks.

-I have Maria Winter's scan results. The big C.

Really?

No, constipation. Her bowel is impacted.

She can be discharged with some laxatives

and she can make her flight.

Just make sure she asks for an aisle seat.

Yeah, well, she won't be doing that. Her son's got his way, didn't he?

I'll go and tell her the good news.

You don't sound too thrilled.

Gavin is obviously faking his chest pains.

He's taking advantage of his mum's worst fears

and she's falling for it.

-Then do something about it.

-Like what?

I don't know, she's your patient.

Use your instincts, but be clever about it.

Damo Wallis. Can someone tell me where he is?

He's going to have an operation.

I think he's still in resus. Just give me one second and I'll check.

Umm...excuse me! Hello!

BEEPING

Still nothing.

Kelvin, mate, open up.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

Go away!

I can't, I mean, you've got our stuff in there.

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

That's it.

You give us our stuff back and we'll forget about your brother.

Come on, Carrot...

No! Carrot, what you doing?

Stop it! Carrot, no, don't do that!

That's it, you cool down.

Mate, open up, I'm sorry. I was just upset about Damo.

No, Carrot. Please, Carrot, no, don't do that!

What you doing? Please, Carrot, stop. Don't do that, Carrot.

No! Carrot!

Carrot!

HE SCREAMS

-And you're sure it's just constipation?

-Yes, certain.

-Thank you, doctor.

-Jamie will discharge you.

Diet advice. And I'll write her up for some TTA laxatives.

Gavin will be so relieved.

Looks like you'll make your flight.

Oh, no.

I still don't think I could go, not with Gavin here.

You know he's playing you, don't you?

In fact, I know that you know,

that's why you didn't want him told you were here.

-You obviously know what he's like.

-And you...you don't.

When your husband started getting chest pains, what was that like?

Terrible. He was in agony.

And do you see that in Gavin?

If you let him get away with it this time,

he'll get away with it every time.

Gavin wanted to make sure you're OK.

Yeah. Fine.

How do I make a complaint about a nurse?

You need to speak to one of our senior nurses.

-Why does she want to report you?

-Cos I told her he's faking.

-Why? Why'd you do that?!

-Cos it's true.

You are so dead! You're deader than dead.

-Get back in there and apologise!

-No! No way.

Right, he's just through in triage.

No, he's not. Just give me a minute.

SIREN WAILING

3-0-0-6 to Holby ED, we're en route to you with a 20-year-old male.

Extensive, full thickness burns to his trunk and abdomen.

His brother tried to stop him going off alone earlier, but he wouldn't...

-I'm getting another line in! Can you cut his clothes off?

-Couldn't I get the line in?

-I'm doing it.

-How will I learn if you don't let...?

-Cos it's a tricky cannulation.

-I know what I'm doing!

Yeah, I'm sure you do. But can you cut his clothes off, please?

KELVIN GASPS

It was me, it was me, it was me...

Not Carl...not Carl.

It was me.

That is such good news, Mum.

I want to go too. I'm feeling much better.

Well, we still need to run some more tests.

If it's chest pains, you don't want to run any risks.

You said it could be all sorts of things. Heartburn, right?

I get that sometimes, so that must be it.

And it's not like I'll be on my own.

I'll go home with Mum, right?

If it's what you want, then you need to fill out a self-discharge form.

Please, yeah, go.

Home, Mum?

Stop it, Gavin.

-Stop what?

-Lying.

I remember every second of your dad's heart attack...

You never had any chest pains, did you?

Don't lie to me about that.

Could you order me a taxi, please?

Home...

and then, the airport.

Yeah.

You are how I brought you up.

I'm catching my flight.

I'll call you tomorrow.

But, Mum, you can't just...

Mum, yeah, I'm fine, but don't go.

Look on the bright side...

at least she's standing up to people now.

Can I have my clothes, please?

I'll just be a second.

-Jamie.

-Ow!

-You haven't seen Gavin's bag of clothes, have you?

-No.

Not to worry, I'm sure they'll turn up eventually.

Sorry about Gavin.

Don't worry about it, just have a nice time.

Just don't make him wait too long.

He's got full thickness burns,

I did manage to get two lines in. GCS is 13.

BP is 120 systolic, pulse 100, sats are 93%,

he's had ten of morphine for the pain and water gel pads.

OK. When we're ready, then, lift him up on three.

One, two, three. Up and then slide when I say.

One, two, slide. Lovely, slowly got it.

Right, Jeff, I need to roll him, please.

Gently, gently.

These burns look circumferential.

-All right, Jeff, back down when you can.

-OK, then, one, two, down.

His brother's that lad I brought in earlier. Carl.

Right, he's done a runner, I am afraid.

I need a burns chart, bloods cross matched, full blood count,

U&E, glucose, coagulation and carboxyhemoglobin...

-I'll have to get that to the police, you know?

-I'll do it.

It's time to stop. It's not doing any good.

Agreed?

-Agreed.

-Don't stop.

I'm sorry, but we've gone beyond that point. His injuries...

He's all I have.

So how long's this going to go on for?

-Till someone dies cos you two are too busy arguing the toss?

-Dixie, I...

No. I don't want to hear it. I don't want it from you either of you. You just sort it.

Now.

Look, you don't like me, Jeff. I get it.

That's got nothing to do with it.

I need to know the paramedic I'm working with has got my back.

It's about teamwork and you don't seem to understand that.

Yeah, I do understand it. It doesn't always work out like that.

Yeah, it does.

Out there, mate, you, me, Norman, Dixie...

We're all we've got.

Your brother's in hospital.

He's been badly burned. Why aren't you with him?

I can't go.

He's taking the rap for stabbing that other kid.

He kept saying it wasn't you.

Was it you?

It was an accident.

Self-defence, Damo...he came at me.

-Tell the police that, then.

-They won't believe me.

-So you're going to let your brother go to jail?

-They're not going to send him...

Poor kid. His dad does that to him and then his brother sends him down.

You don't know anything about it!

You're just like the rest of them,

you just see Kelvin like he's stupid.

He used to be really smart, you know, before Dad...

Why did your dad do that to him?

Cos I threw his booze out.

He found out and went mental, he'd have killed me!

Mum, she didn't do a thing.

Kelvin said he did it.

So your dad gave him the kicking?

See, you're not the only one who's got scars, mate.

Listen, if you run away from this,

you're never going to be able to face him again.

It'll break his heart. Do you think you can live with that?

You want me to do the right thing?

You get me to Kelvin and then I'll go to the police.

I can't just walk in there.

Damo's girl and his brother, they're going to be waiting for me.

I need you to get me in.

KELVIN GASPS

His breathing is not sounding too good, is it?

Kelvin? Kelvin?

Can you hear me?

KELVIN GASPS

Yeah, I can see some subtle signs of smoke inhalation.

His GCS is dropping.

I think there's a good chance the smoke's done more damage

than we've seen so far. Let's intubate.

Can we get the screen up, please?

So you're telling me that he's responsible for stabbing that kid we picked up on the estate?

Well, easy - call the police.

But it was self-defence.

All he wants to do is see his brother and then he'll turn himself in.

What do you think we should do?

Oh, now it's we.

How can this happen?

We were making plans.

How can he be gone like that?

Got your message, what is it?

Damo's dead.

Carrot's here and that scumbag of a brother of his

isn't going to be able to stay away.

Watch for him at the door.

-Do you want a smaller tube?

-No.

It's just the swelling, it's worse than I thought.

All right, yep, that's it.

There we go. Is it in place?

-No, I don't hear any air moving.

-Something must be obstructing it. Have you double-checked everything?

-He can't breathe independently.

-Not now that we've paralysed him, I know.

I didn't see anything blocking the airway. There's something else.

There's got to be.

That's him. He's here.

When he comes out, do him.

-You happy with the tube?

-Yes. Inflate the cuff...

cricoid off.

We need to do an escharotomy.

-You've never done one?

-Nope.

-Well, it's either that or he's going to die on us.

-I know.

What're you doing to my brother?

Saving his life.

Your brother's chest is so tight that his diaphragm can't expand.

This procedure will help that.

Thanks, Tash, will you just take over for me?

I'll call the burns unit.

Your brother is still in a critical condition,

but we've managed to deal with the immediate danger.

If you could just stay out of the way

and let these people do their job.

He killed your brother.

Make him pay.

I can't.

Help!

SHE SHOUTS

Jeff!

You got it, yeah?

-Drop it, drop it.

-Oi, oi!

-Got her, got her?

-Calm it down, take it easy.

Don't make things more difficult for yourself.

Get off me! You killed him!

It was an accident.

You killed him!

You killed him!

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Get off me!

I'm the reason that kid Damo is dead, but it was an accident!

I'll find out how Kelvin is and I'll make sure you're told, OK?

Hey, you OK?

Hey, yeah.

Spare keys...

Well, not really spare any more.

I thought you didn't...

No, I just...forgot I had a set.

Now what we have to figure out is where we're going to put your stuff.

Let's go home.

SHOUTING AND ARGUING HEARD THROUGH THE WALLS

-Cuppa?

-Yes, please.

Was it your turn to buy sugar?

No, it was yours.

-We can't sit here and just do nothing.

-Any bright ideas?

Yeah.

We box clever.

You're not going to start a fight, are you?

Jamie.

SHOUTING AND ARGUING CONTINUES

SHE WHISPERS: What are you doing?

Hi, I live next door and we've run out of sugar.

Could I have half a cup, please?

-Here.

-Cheers, you're a star.

Um...if you ever need to borrow anything, just ring our bell.

There's usually someone in.

-Jamie, what...?

-Shh.

SHOUTING HAS STOPPED

So did the rest of the shift pass off uneventfully?

-Anything I need to know about?

-No.

-No.

Did you really get shot in the army?

No, no. I just told him that to make him listen.

-Well, it worked. So who is going to get the first round in?

-I'll get it.

-No, I'll get it.

-Must be some tradition where the newbie gets the first round?

No, but there's a tradition where the newbie shuts up and does what they're told.

-Don't tell me to shut up.

-Right, enough. Enough! I'll get them.

-The usual?

-Yeah.

-What do you want?

-Lager.

-Shandy.

Go and find us a table and I swear, if you two haven't kissed and made up by the time I get out there,

I'm going to get your pints and I'm going to pour them over your heads and I'm going home.

Can I have two pints, please, love, and a JD and coke? Thank you.

See, told ya, teamwork.

Makes the dream work, son.

Nice one, Jeff.

I love it when a plan comes together.

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