Black Alert Casualty

I am not sure I gave you the best attention. It can be difficult.

At least you're doing something that helps.

-I often wonder.

-I'm sorry.

Careful, you're going to streak!

I'm a serious nurse and this job means everything to me.

We need to get out of here.

Go, girls!

-He's all I have got left and that's all...

-Tell him the truth.

Thanks.

Have you slept?

I know I'm still the pariah of the department

and it's none of my business...

..but you have to stop beating yourself up about Olivia.

Mistakes happen.

Believe me, I know.

Why don't you go and see Mrs Beauchamp.

Perhaps she could spare you for the day?

What, and let everyone down?

You are exhausted.

Staff welfare is just as important as patient welfare.

All right, Lofty?

We're ready for you.

-You did get my e-mail, didn't you?

-No. What e-mail?

-Never mind.

OK. This is Staff Nurse Ben Chiltern.

-Hello.

-Want to take a seat?

I hope you don't object to me sitting in?

I always find it useful to get a 360 perspective

on the interview process.

No, it's a Trust-wide issue.

All right. Let's review on the hour. Yep, you do that.

St James's have just declared a Black Alert

and I feel it's only a matter of time before they close their doors.

And start diverting to us?

The bleak midwinter is upon us.

At least Dr Hanna is back and on her way in.

Right, you wanted to see me?

Er, oh, no. It's...

It's nothing.

-Just let me know what I can do to help.

-All right.

Who are they from?

No-one.

Oh, it's Jess and Olivia.

Saying thank you.

That's nice of them.

-No?

-Well, it doesn't change the fact that she made the complaint

and I've still got the investigation hanging over my head, does it?

-No, I suppose not.

-'Holby Control to 3006.'

And what's wrong with chocolates? I mean, you can eat chocolates!

3006 to Control. Go ahead. Over.

Yes, Maxy Boy.

Yes, buddy. Keep 'em coming.

You're lagging way behind, ladies.

-Yeah, so is your face.

-THEY LAUGH

There's nowt worse than a sore loser. ..Mrs Dickinson?

Have you heard about St James's?

What even is a Black Alert?

It's like the last step before a hospital closes.

No beds, no room at the inn.

There wasn't, like, a major incident or anything?

No, but just look around. Just good old-fashioned sick people.

Mrs Dickinson!

It's madness.

Band-Aids on bullet holes.

-Are you quoting me Tay Swift?

-Of course, babes.

I am the bearer of good news.

-You passed?

-I did.

I am now certified to ride the great length of this country of ours

on two wheels.

Can I just ask that you never wear leathers?

-I thought you were going home?

-Just leave it, please, Lily. Just...

Morning...

What?

-Are you all right?

-Yes, I'm fine. Why's everybody asking me that?

It's going to take him a while to process.

But you did the right thing by telling him.

Yeah.

Those are the differences, as I see them, between a baby-five and...

"Band-five", not "baby-five".

Yes, a band-five and band-six nurse.

Great, that's all we need.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry for interrupting, we've been put on a Red Alert footing,

so I need all clinical staff back on the floor.

We're just finishing up, actually.

And St James's have also declared a Black Alert. So...

Excuse me, Mrs Beauchamp, I'll have to attend to this.

We'll speak later, if we may?

(Yes...)

Quick as you can.

You're back.

Not officially. But Connie called, said she needed help, so...

How was it? The US of A.

Good. Yeah. Big portions.

Who were you with?

Can we talk about this later?

-Yeah, sure.

-I was with Nick Jordan. He's an old colleague, friend.

I'll phone my counterpart at St James's.

Stress how dire the bed situation is. If they close their doors,

-we won't cope.

-We've got too many patients being admitted

and no means of discharging the ones we've got.

You keep me updated.

Have you seen it out there? It's like a war zone.

-I am doing my best!

-OK.

Oh, Jacob...

SHE SIGHS

Sorry, do you work here?

Yes, I'm a registrar.

I didn't know what else to do.

Keep thinking about how lonely I am.

Keep thinking about making it all stop.

These thoughts...

..have they advanced, at all, in terms of making a plan?

-I don't want to put anybody out.

-You're not.

We are doing the right thing talking about your depression.

Chris, I want to help you. OK?

You said that you'd lost your wife and son.

It's a year ago tomorrow.

Claire, my wife, and Rex...

..they'd gone to her mother's.

She lost control of the car and died instantly.

And Rex died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.

He was six.

You must be in an awful lot of pain.

But this...

This isn't the answer.

Dr Hardy, a word, please.

Excuse me.

We have patients backed up out here, OK? >

Right, I have a patient who has expressed suicidal thoughts. >

You're a registrar, not a psychiatrist.

Yes, but I owe him a level of care and commitment. >

What is this really about?

OK. I missed something before and I'm not going to let that happen again.

You are needed on the shop floor.

I'm sorry about that.

I shouldn't have come in.

No. If you can just register at reception, we're going to do

everything we can to help you.

Yeah.

Bye-bye, bye.

-Good luck. Have fun.

-Take care.

Take care. Travel safe.

See ya on the flipside!

Take care, bye.

ALL SHOUT

What are you doing?

Can you get my tobacco out for me?

All right, Fag Ash Lil, you've just had one, haven't you?

Can you just get my tobacco out, please?

-What's this?

-Not going to see you on your birthday, am I?

You've done a lovely job with the wrapping.

Do I open it now or save it?

Open it now.

Look inside.

"Make it count. Meet me at the clock in August.

"Love you loads, Lee."

Oui?

Oui.

Hi. I'm so sorry we've got you out here.

We're doing everything we can to find you a bed.

-In a hell of a lot of pain, she is, Doc.

-Are you a relative?

No, friend. Flossy's home alone. I come round in the day.

-I found her like this, doubled over in agony.

-OK.

Flossy, could you tell me a bit about what's wrong with you?

It's my stomach.

I've never felt anything like it.

Any other medical problems?

Flossy's got Stage 4 ovarian cancer.

She's on liquid morphine and fentanyl patches.

Otherwise fit and well.

Not doing too bad for 82.

How bad would you say the pain is at the moment, Flossy?

Between one and ten?

Oh, pushing nine, I reckon.

OK, I can see that you're struggling.

I'm going to have a little feel of the abdomen, if that's OK?

Could you help me with the screen, please?

I'm just going to lay you flat.

All right? I'm going to pop up your gown, OK?

All right.

FLOSSY MOANS

All right, love. What do you think, Doc?

I'm just going to have a listen, as well.

SHE WHIMPERS

I will need to do an abdominal X-ray.

It's just to get a better idea of what's going on.

I's also like to take some bloods, but before any of that,

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

I don't want to be any trouble.

No. You're no trouble at all.

Thank you, Doc.

Lily, I need a cubicle.

-You and everybody else.

-No, I need a bed.

-Let me try and find Rita.

-Right.

We're going to have ambulances backed up to the Yin-Yang

by the afternoon. It's going to be madness.

It's already madness. "Yin-Yang"?

Charlie, mate...

..this is getting out of hand.

We're doing everything we can.

Right, I've got a 72-year-old male with a hip fracture.

He's been waiting 45 minutes.

And it's us that gets it in the neck when we breach response times.

Hang on, it's not Charlie's fault, is it?

Mate, get him on an ED bed. He's an ED patient

and then get yourself back out there, please.

-How's that going to help?

-We're all meant to be on the same side, here.

So, how about we all start working together then, eh?

-'Holby Control to 3006.'

-3006...

I appreciate the sentiment, but I'll fight my own battles,

if you don't mind.

Are you crying? What's the matter?

I don't know if I want to do this.

Oh, God!

-We said we wanted to travel.

-Together.

-And we're going to be back together.

-In August.

I just don't know why we can't just travel together,

like normal couples do.

We can't keep having this conversation

because that's NOT what we decided.

We haven't known anything else, just each other,

not since we were 15.

It'll be good, for both of us.

Get out, see the world, see what's out there.

-Who's out there, more like?

-It's not that. You know it's not.

Yes.

This mattress should make you a bit more comfortable

until we can get that bed sorted.

I suppose a gob of tea's out of the question?

I'd rather keep Flossy nil-by-mouth until we know more.

I wasn't talking about her.

I'll see what I can do.

-SHE COUGHS

-You all right, Flo? All right.

She does struggle for breath, sometimes.

OK. Can I just have a listen?

FLOSSY COUGHS

You've had heart surgery?

They gave me a new one.

That would've been useful to know.

We're going back years, now. Decades.

That's how we know each other.

Me and Mo, that's how we met.

Her son saved my life.

Gosh, how did he do that?

Michael was a donor.

He saved my life.

Right.

Michael died. Too young.

Flossy was the recipient.

Then Flo gave a talk three years later about her transplant.

And I knew.

I knew it was my boy's heart.

Michael never died,

not really.

Dr Hardy?

Excuse me.

Rita says there's a free bay in minors.

Well, it's not ideal, but it'll have to do.

CAR HORN SOUNDS

Lee.

TYRES SCREECH

CRASHING

Oh, no...

Ben. How did it go?

Do you know that for certain or are you just guessing?

I'm just a cog, aren't I?

I'm not band-six material.

I'm just a cog in a machine.

And a pretty inconsequential one at that.

-I'll go and fetch your prescription, then you're free to go.

-Thank you.

-Dylan?

-Yeah.

-Can you help with a shoulder dislocation?

Currently located in the corridor.

-We're backing up in corridors, are we, now?

-Yeah.

-All hail the NHS(!)

How did Ben do?

Would it be appropriate for me to comment?

No, but he's a solid candidate, isn't he?

He gave a good interview. That's all I can say.

CLATTERING

Lee, wake up. Lee?

They're saying, don't move,

don't move, don't move.

That's petrol. We need to get out!

We need to get out. Help me out, please.

HE GRUNTS

Argh, my leg, my leg!

I can't move my leg!

We need help!

Please, don't leave us!

Please, help me out. Help me!

Help him out, help him out. Please!

Please don't leave us, please.

Lee! Lee! Lee!

LEE GROANS

Hi. How's the tea?

Fair play, it's bogging.

She's being polite.

I have the X-ray back and it confirms a large GI obstruction.

It's not good news, I'm afraid.

Essentially, the gut is being starved of oxygen, and it's dying.

Right, now we know. How do we fix it?

It will require major surgery.

-No.

-What do you mean, no?

It's enough. I can't survive another operation.

I haven't got it in me.

Come on, Doc. That's not true, is it? Plenty of fight in her.

I'll call the surgeon down.

They'll be able to talk through the options with you.

-I said, "No".

-Flo, please?

Doc, tell her!

I'm going to be completely honest with you.

Given your age and other health complications...

..your chances of surviving the operation are very slim.

I don't want to talk to the surgeon.

I've been very lucky in my life.

I sent my father and brother off to the war

and they both came back to me.

Not many people can say that?

I was given a second chance in my life.

And I didn't waste it. I've lived.

It's like they say.

Everybody wants to go to Heaven and nobody wants to die.

Flossy, I can't lose you. I haven't got no-one else.

It's time, my love.

Now, what do we do now?

Well, normally we transfer you to one of the wards upstairs,

give you pain relief, make you comfortable.

What do you mean, "normally"?

The wards are full. We're still trying to find Flossy a bed...

Excuse me, can you get out, please?

-So, this is how it's going to end? Like this?

-I am so sorry.

Please, Doc, I'm begging you! Give us some dignity.

Is everything all right, Ethan?

No, I have an 82-year-old woman who is hours from death

in a cubicle bed, without any hope of dignity or privacy.

Right, I know this situation is far from ideal.

We are trying to talk to the wards.

This woman has lived through the war.

She's a good woman and, what? It ends like this?

Are we going to let that happen?

I mean, in 2016, in Britain, in this hospital,

are we really going to let that happen?

I've just had word from the Trust.

St James's are closing their doors to all admissions.

They're diverting to us.

OK, take a big deep breath for me.

Right, Lee, we're going to get you out of here sharpish.

-Strong smell of petrol, Iain.

-Yes.

All right, lovely. Let's get you on to the stretcher.

Nice and gently, please, boys.

-Just having a feel down your body.

-There we, go good man.

-There you are, son.

-Dixie?

Right, we've got another one trapped in the car

and a punctured fuel tank. Think he's got a tension pneumothorax.

-You want to do that here?

-No.

-All right, back of the ambulance?

-Yes, please.

Right, you're doing really well, Sarah.

We're going to get you out of here as soon as possible.

Get me out of here.

Neck is stable, no pain,

shoulders and legs.

Darling, we think you've got a collapsed lung,

but we're going to do something about it, OK?

Right, Lee, stay nice and still for me, love.

Here we go.

Good man.

Fancy bumping into you, eh?

Right, let's have her out as quick as we can, please.

-Get me out, please.

-Nice and gently, please.

No, we're going to have to pull her. This thing will go any second.

-No, no, my leg!

-She's stuck.

Right, pull. Pull! Pull!

Go, go, go! Let's get her out of here.

LOUD EXPLOSION

FIRE ROARS

I've got a right to a bed.

Sir, I will call security and have you removed.

Hey...is everything all right?

-I'm being refused treatment.

-I'm not refusing you treatment.

You haven't been triaged yet, so you need to wait in reception.

You're a very rude young woman.

OK. Hi. I'm Ethan Hardy. I'm a registrar. How can I help?

"How can I help?" He asks. That some sort of joke?

Do your job! How about that?

This is Peter Jennings,

he presented to us with a pain in his right ankle, but he hasn't

been triaged yet and is refusing to move back into the waiting area.

It's my ankle, my throat, everything.

I've a right to see a doctor. I pay my taxes.

OK, sir, there are a lot of very, sick people here.

Yeah, I'm sick.

Right, where's the pain exactly?

Are you deaf? I just said, "Everywhere".

I had to call an ambulance to pick me up.

Sorry, you called an ambulance?

Too right I did.

Do you know what?

-We are dealing with an unprecedented crisis...

-Ethan.

No, wait. You called an ambulance

for what is probably a sprained ankle?

-Ethan, calm down, mate.

-You can't talk to me like that.

Ethan. Walk away. Just walk away.

Who's in charge, here?!

I won't be spoken to like this!

Sir, you need to wait in reception, OK?

I've got a mate who is a very good therapist.

Why don't I ask him to have a word with your brother?

I didn't tell him.

Look at him. He's stressed out enough as it is.

The last thing we need is some stupid counsellor getting involved.

So, just leave it, all right, Charlie.

You can't fix everyone. So, stop trying.

St James's have already closed their doors.

If we follow suit, what sort of message does that send out?

With all due respect, Henry, this isn't about PR,

this is about maintaining patient safety.

-I'm afraid, I don't accept it.

-We're at breaking point.

Yet, we're not broken.

A little Blitz spirit, that's what's called for here.

Don't.

Now, you either take a seat and wait to be seen or you leave, OK?

You lot ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

What are you doing?

Putting this online, so everyone can see

what the so-called NHS has become.

Can you get that camera out of my face please, Sir?

-Excuse me, put the phone down.

-With all due respect, go away.

Yeah! Go away! Thank you!

-Come with me, sir.

-Get your hands off me!

-Come on.

-I am... I am!

-Hey, hey!

-Watch it. Don't push me.

-Calm down.

-MAN YELLS

Back off!

GLASS SMASHES AND PEOPLE SCREAM

-Stop.

-Call the police.

-Hey!

Police, please.

PHONE RINGS

We could have waited for a porter, but this is quicker.

This should be a lot quieter for you.

-No sheep?

-No sheep.

We'll get some more pain relief on board, get you comfortable.

-Ethan, wasn't it?

-Yes.

Thank you, Doctor.

You're a good man.

Sorry, Dr Hardy, I've just had a message that

you're needed in Resus - major RTC on the way.

HE SIGHS

I'm fine, honestly.

Just get me extra security, now. Thank you.

No, Mrs Beauchamp, please don't look at me like that.

Closing is not an option.

Well, I may have another solution.

We request tents from the ambulance service -

put up a triage outside,

like a field hospital.

-Out of the question.

-Well, it would give us some relief.

The press would enjoy it, wouldn't they?

And who do you propose would run this "field hospital"?

Me.

You should go home.

You look like you've slept with Edward Scissorhands.

It's just a few cuts.

I can do it.

OK, everyone, on my count of three.

One, two, three.

OK, I'm doing a full primary survey.

OK, Robyn, let's cut the clothes.

MACHINE BEEPS

OK, sats aren't picking up.

She's tachycardic at 120 and her pulse is weak.

Why's she deteriorating so quickly?

She was conscious and alert at the scene.

OK, Sarah, what is going on?

The Ambulance Service are bringing over the beds as we speak.

Right, see if you can get some portable screens from somewhere.

Are you sure you're up to this?

Absolutely. I've been liaising with Sister Freeman.

The plan is to relocate triage out here,

so we can drop off the ambulances to us,

and save you guys some breathing space inside.

If we all muck in together, we can do it.

Let's hope we do.

SIREN WAILS

-You could have died.

-I'm a cat with nine lives, me.

Jeff used to say that.

Dixie...

I just wanted to tell you both, that was pretty impressive out there.

Yeah, well, they don't call me a legend for nothing.

Nobody calls you that.

No.

Did you get my flowers?

Yeah, I did.

They were a thank you and a... and a sorry at the same time.

And I dropped the complaint, did you hear?

Yeah, you dropped the complaint,

but they're still going ahead with the investigation.

I had a call this morning.

Oh, right, well, would it help if I got in touch with them again?

No. I'm not sure it would.

Well, could I... do you fancy going for a drink?

Like a thank you, and a sorry and a sorry again?

I don't think that's a good idea, Jess.

'Holby Control to 3006...'

3006, receiving.

Yeah, the X-rays confirm that you have fractured a number of ribs.

Now, there's nothing we can do for those,

but if you are struggling, we can give you some pain relief.

When can I see Sarah?

As soon as we know anything, we'll let you know.

If he needs it, 5mg of morphine.

OK.

Do you know, I travelled around Europe when I was younger,

on the trains, you know?

Me and my girlfriend back then.

If you have travel insurance, you could make a claim and...

We weren't going to be travelling together.

Oh, yeah?

We decided...

I decided...

that we should go our separate ways and meet up at the end.

OK,

but why would you do that?

Yeah, you're right.

It's none of my business.

Just, how do you know if you're with the person

you're meant to spend the rest of your life with?

How do you know...?

That there's not someone better waiting around the corner?

Maybe.

I mean, I'm not naive enough to believe in soul mates or...

that there's only person for each of us on this planet,

but when you find someone that you think might be the one,

chances are, if you ask me...

..they are.

I need to see Sarah.

She won't want to be on her own.

Please, I need to be with her.

A tent?

I haven't been camping since the three-day week,

I don't intend starting again now.

Take it or leave it.

I need all patients awaiting triage over here, please.

Room for one more?

Bay five - all yours.

HE COUGHS

You're burning up.

OK, that's the third unit of the 0-neg.

How are we doing on the cross match?

Lab say another five minutes.

-I can stick up the last 0-neg and saline.

-Yeah.

OK, buddy, I'll park you over here, all right?

-Sarah?

-Keep an eye on the pulse, please.

What are you doing? He can't be here, we're overcrowded.

Look, I know, but that's the boyfriend.

-He needs to be here.

-Ah...

They need each other.

That's odd, she was tachycardic at 120 a minute ago.

-It's dropping.

-MACHINE BEEPS

OK, she's going to arrest.

Can I get 600 micrograms of atropine, please? I'm going to start CPR.

-What's happening?

-Right, he really does need to get out, now.

No, I'm staying. Please.

Come on, Sarah, stay with us. BEEPING CONTINUES

So, this was all your doing, then?

Well, it was Mrs Beauchamp's idea,

but I volunteered to run it and staff it and...

-Yeah, pretty much, my doing.

-Good work.

-I bring you the huddled masses.

-SIREN WAILS

Bay four, please, Max.

HE GRUNTS

Really?

"Our most significant opportunities will be found

"at times of greatest difficulty." Thomas...

Monson, I know. Listen, I need to ask you something.

-Jordan?

-Sorry?

Who is he?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Nick Jordan. He used to work here or something?

-Zoe knows him.

-Ah, right, Nick Jordan, yes.

Well, he was a bit of a legend round here. Top bloke.

Why?

Erm, no, no reason. It's...

Hmm.

It sounds like a... A hacking cough.

How much pain are you in on a scale of one to ten?

11.

37.4. What other symptoms?

Headache, bunged up, hot and cold,

ankle - but that's a different thing.

You have the common cold and you've wasted my time.

Well, I want a second opinion.

That's not going to happen.

What's all that?

We're raising for an infuser - girls versus boys.

How is that going, then?

We're getting hammered.

Well, you know what you should do.

You should do one of those saucy calendars.

You could be Miss January - all frost and ice.

It's time for you to leave.

Yeah, I'm tweeting. Problem?

MACHINE CHIMES

-Have we got a pulse?

-Just.

Sarah, please, come on, wake up.

Wait. Sorry, what's that?

-It's a small puncture.

-We missed it?

Must have penetrated on impact and nicked the heart en route.

Have you done an echo?

Can I have the fast scan?

Chest X-ray showed a normal cardiac contour.

That was over an hour ago

and that doesn't exclude pericardial effusion causing cardiac tamponade.

HE SIGHS

OK.

Yeah, there, there, there.

Yeah, got it, and there's also a clot.

That's going to make pericardial drainage difficult.

No, no, no, no - we are not giving up.

Right, what do you suggest, hmm?

We open her up. We evacuate the haematoma by a clamshell thoracotomy.

That is not something I want to do here.

I know, but if we do this,

-there might be a chance. If we don't, she's dead.

-Please,

whatever you need to do, do it.

-Don't let her die. I'm begging you.

-MACHINE CHIMES

Please, Mrs Beauchamp, I can do this.

-Why are you still here?

-I think I'm dying.

You've got a cold. You've been seen by the doctor.

-We treated your sprained ankle.

-I pay my taxes - it's my right.

I pay my taxes, too, so spare a thought for me, here.

I pay my own wages.

Look, you called an ambulance to bring you in -

an ambulance that could have been out in the field

dealing with a life-threatening injury, and it wasn't,

-it was dealing with you.

-There's no reason I...

-No, I'm talking.

The NHS - it was founded to meet the needs of everyone.

It's free at the point of delivery

and it's based on clinical need, not ability to pay,

and it's people like you -

you're not only putting the service we offer in jeopardy -

you're putting lives at risk.

I'm sure you won't, but I really hope you think about that.

What?

You just got owned.

MACHINE CHIMES

Mayos, please.

(We're doing everything we can to make sure she's all right.)

OK, now, cut the sternum.

Yup.

Bone-crunchers.

MACHINE CHIMES

HE SOBS AND SNIFFS

OK, pulse check?

No. Nothing. Right, retract the ribs.

Robyn.

-MAN SOBS

-Please, let her be OK.

Please, let her be OK.

OK.

Once you've done that, remove the clot.

OK.

Scalpel and forceps, please.

MAN SNIFFS AND SOBS

MACHINE CHIMES

We've relieved the tamponade and there's still no pulse.

OK, begin internal cardiac massage, please.

(Best hands, all right? OK?)

MACHINE CHIMES

OK, stop a minute.

Let me see if there's spontaneous output.

No. Right, adrenaline, please.

Please, let her be OK.

-HE SNIFFS

-Please, let her be OK.

How's it going?

Well, we've still got ambulances backed up to the Yin-Yang,

-but we're getting there.

-"Yin-Yang"?

Don't ask.

Look, Charlie, about earlier, I'm sorry.

No hard feelings, yeah?

No, of course not, all in a day's work.

Life on the front line, eh?

You were at each other's throats earlier on.

Well, we're passionate people - passionate people sometimes clash.

I would rather work with Dixie and Iain,

who care about what they're doing, than with people who don't.

Simple as that.

Come on, Sarah.

The adrenaline should have kicked in by now.

All right, stop a moment.

There's a faint pulse.

-Really?

-Mm-hmm.

OK, let's pack the cavity with saline-soaked pads,

get it covered, and straight up to theatre, please.

-MAN EXHALES

-OK, she might be in with a shot.

You may very well have just have saved that woman's life.

Dr Hardy, you're a credit to this department.

Don't forget that.

Sorry, Dr Hardy, you're needed in HDC.

How's it going in here?

Yeah, good, I think.

How's it going in there?

Oh, you know, just a casual clamshell thoracotomy.

Wow.

The girl's on her way up to theatre now.

OK, Boss, what's next?

Can you have a go and check on the ambulances outside

-and see what needs off-loading?

-Okey dokey.

Oh, and Mac, when you get the chance, can you take those down?

-Not appropriate.

-Right you are.

What?

What? Nothing.

I told you so.

Sorry about earlier.

I know you were only trying to help and, um...

Cal, it's not my life. Whatever you decide to do, that's up to you.

And what if I don't know what to do?

You know what I think?

I can't make the decision for you...

..and as you said,

I can't fix everyone.

-You guys cheated.

-How have we cheated? How have we cheated?

Because you used today to drum up extra cash.

All's fair in love and war.

Ah, Louise! Splutter McSplutterson asked me to give you this.

Who...?

Oh, some idiot guy from today.

Hang on, that's not for...

"I got owned.

"and I hope this goes some way to you guys owning that infuser.

"You've done a great job,

"especially when you have to deal with idiots like me."

That's exactly what it's for.

All's fair in love and war, boys.

We might finally have a bed for you up on the ward.

How long will she be in theatre?

Oh, a little while yet.

I'll need to take Sarah's possessions to ITU.

I got her this for her birthday.

"Make it count. Meet me at the clock in August."

It's from Titanic.

It's her favourite film.

When's her birthday?

Next month.

And you were going to be apart, right?

And now?

I'd give anything to never have to leave her side again.

Well, despite scenes I'd hoped to avoid,

you made the right call today, Mrs Beauchamp.

Well, we're not out of the woods yet.

We still have ambulances backed up and very few beds available.

But we're in with a shot.

Congratulations.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

MACHINE BEEPS

You've loved and you've been loved.

Please, don't be scared.

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

Come in, Doc.

I'm here, Flossy.

I'm here.

MACHINE BEEPS

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

SHE EXHALES

SHE INHALES

SHE EXHALES, HEARTBEATS THUD

MACHINE BEEPS

HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES

SIREN WAILS

HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES

BEEPING SLOWS DOWN

SHE EXHALES

BREATHING STOPS

BEEPING SLOWS

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Yep?

Gin in a tin?

I know you said you didn't want to go out for a drink,

but you didn't say anything about staying in for a drink.

It's two and half shots.

Go on, then.

It's been a gin-in-a-tin kind of day.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

No.

No, I can't do this, Jess.

You're going to have to leave.

Hey.

Erm, have you seen Cal?

No, sorry.

Are you all right?

Some idiot...had a fight with a bus.

We tried to resuscitate him but he was basically DOA.

HE SIGHS

I'm sorry.

Look,

earlier you said that you were the pariah of the department.

Am I not?

Not to me.

PHONE KEYPAD BEEPS

PHONE BEEPS

Lofty, your shift ended hours ago.

-Well, you haven't left either.

-No. Can I have a quick word?

Right, I had one reservation...

Right?

Could you step up and lead?

And looking around,

I can say you more than answered that. Congratulations.

Congratulations?

I made up my mind this morning, and the panel all agreed -

the job is yours, if you want it.

Really?

Yeah. Now, don't let me down.

Go home, and keep those cuts clean, right?

Right!

Did you hear that?

-Yes, of course I did.

-Thank you...

..for everything.

I owe you a big drink.

Well, yeah, not really my thing.

-Of course not. I must remember that, now I'm band six.

-Yeah.

-Another hug?

-No.