A Clear Conscience Casualty

This pregnancy, Fiona, it can't survive.

You're just jealous that Mark chose me.

-Sorry, sorry.

-Just get out.

Mac, I said, "Get out!"

Oh, you took my advice.

"Dr Feel-good?"

I need a clean break, Connie.

Outside Holby.

I could give you a hand with it.

Does that need to go to the pharmacy?

You're cold, empty, heartless.

I pity the next bloke who falls for you.

This is the first and last time, Mercedes.

If you say so.

ALARM BLARES

HE GROANS

ALARM STOPS HE GROANS

HE SIGHS

MUFFLED MUSIC

Are you dancing?

Yes, I've joined a salsa class.

I'm now a student of the Latin beat.

Well, give it up, Swayze, cos you've got no rhythm.

O, ye of little faith.

Rita?

I heard what happened with Mark.

-Are you sure you should be back so soon?

-Ah, I'm fine.

All right, if you say so.

Ah! Cutting it a bit fine, aren't we?

The audience don't mind waiting for the star to arrive.

It builds the excitement.

This is the Holby ED reception desk

and NOT the West End stage.

Yeah, you're just jealous cos I've got something you haven't.

-What's that?

-Pizzazz!

You want to go to Dermatology and get that seen to.

No, I ain't got no GCSEs...

but, listen, I'm a fast learner.

I've got the gift of the gab.

I've got a donkey here with no hind legs, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Yeah, no worries. Thanks anyway.

No way are you missing even one day of school.

You'll have so many qualifications, we'll run out of walls to hang 'em.

-Yo.

-Yo.

Any luck at the agency?

Not unless you've got a HGV licence.

Maybe we should start a nursery.

Got our first customer right here.

Do you think he looks hungry?

I think he looks hungry, man.

Nah, he looks happy. Snug as a bug, bruv.

Yo, I heard he was getting out.

Good behaviour - can you believe it?

He'll be mad when he finds out we ain't part of the gang no more.

Better bite the bullet.

Here, bruv,

I've got to get him home first.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Come on, then. Let's get you back to Mum.

Daddy's got to go and see an old friend.

MAC GROANS

Clean up on aisle four.

I'll get it, all right?

-Please don't - you might have my eye out with a mop handle.

-Hey!

Talk to me again like that, good boy, and I just might.

Good evening to you, too.

Mac, what's up?

Sorry, I'm just a bit woolly-headed.

I'll go get a coffee - it'll be fine.

I think you might want to work on your communication skills, mate.

I don't need lessons from an old dog

that can't learn my new tricks.

National Hello Service.

How can I help you today?

DRILLING

Dad?

Where's Georgie?

Eh? You're supposed to be looking after her.

Chill out - she's watching TV.

A bailiff came round with this.

You said you'd sorted the mortgage.

Yeah, well, I did.

I sent all the paperwork and they said it was all right.

Look, I'll fix it, Sam, promise.

That's what you always say.

I'm not running a creche here, Phil.

That trench needs digging.

Look, can I work some extra hours tonight?

No, you're maxed out for this week already.

Please, Steve?

Look, I could really use the money.

I can only pay you half your rate.

All right, well, I'll take it.

Good. Right, I'm off up to head office to pick up the payroll.

I won't be long.

Right, I want you to take this prescription for antibiotics

and keep that wound clean, OK?

And remember, only come back

if you can't get that cut dressed anywhere else, all right?

Sorry to interrupt but,

when the pharmacy stock gets here,

would you do me a favour and put it all away for me?

Oh, I'm a bit busy, Charlie.

Not so fast. I've got those notes you asked for.

Not my Italian loafers.

They're suede!

Do you want to swap?

Suddenly I'm not so busy any more.

I'll sort the delivery out.

I thought you might say that.

Louise, I can put that stock away for you if you like.

You're a life-saver, Big Mac.

No worries.

Yeah, Patrick Swayze made it look so bloomin' easy.

Yeah, and he got all the girls.

-I can give you some tips if you like.

-Yeah, OK.

Yeah?

All right, well...

the first thing you need to do is...

stay off the dance floor cos you are absolutely terrible, all right?

Leave it to the experts.

None of this, none of this - we're down here.

-Yeah! He knows it.

-He's got it!

Not so fast, Jezebel. He's mine.

What?

I think you're barking up the wrong tree there, Jack.

Please! Look at those moves. The hips don't lie.

I would say "good luck" but, er...

you can achieve anything in those shoes.

-You lost summat?

-My ID badge.

You all right?

Mark was in here the other day.

-What? Why didn't you tell me?

-I wanted to.

-OK.

All right, listen. You see him again, you come and find me, all right?

So, whilst the cat's away, the mice do a runner.

You were supposed to be minding the shop.

Dwayne got shot,

Tiny was stabbed. I didn't want to be next.

I've got a kid now, Zeke.

Bruv, I want to get a proper job.

I'm trying to be a dad he can be proud of.

Look, I did three years -

three years - and didn't mention your names once.

You owe me.

You know we would have done the same for you, bruv.

You know that's the truth.

You owe me - that's the truth.

I've got a little job for you.

You do it, we're even.

I think Mrs Underhill's been in surgery.

She's done this a million times, so you're in safe hands, all right?

Thank you.

Louise has been delegating again, eh?

Yeah, I don't mind.

-You know, it beats collecting bedpans.

-I'm sure.

I'll take it from here, Mac.

I've got to do a stock check anyway.

Ah, OK, keys are here.

Cheers.

Bedpans it is, then.

Come on.

Phil!

What happened?

Probably the hydraulics.

Been playing up all day.

Any damage?

No, I think we got lucky.

Yeah, I was about to swap the buckets over and go deeper

but I think I'll shut her down.

-Have we got someone who can check her out for tomorrow?

-What?

No, no, no, no.

We need to finish this trench today.

The cabling's going in first thing.

It's not safe, Steve, OK?

I don't want to go through the gas main.

If you're not happy to work, go home.

-I'll find someone who is.

-Right, well, I'll carry on, then.

Thought you might say that.

We're not seriously going to do this.

Zeke was right.

There must be a lot of cash in there.

I'll do it.

We should do it together.

Give me the gun.

You're a dad now.

You can't risk it.

HISSING

We've got a bit of a problem with the drug stock.

It seems we're ordering more tramadol from Pharmacy

than is going to patients.

There must be a screw-up with the paperwork.

Why don't I do a full audit

before we start an official investigation?

Well, you don't think someone's nicking it, do you?

It's one possibility, isn't it?

It might be worth taking some precautions

until we know what's what.

I've just had a call from an irate patient we treated last week.

Said you were rude, wants you fired.

"Peter Osborne."

No, sorry, it doesn't ring any bells.

I suggest you leave your personal problems at home

and not take it out on the patients. It's unprofessional.

"Unprofessional"?

I'm not unprofessional. Am I unprofessional?

Deliveries report around the side gate.

Try sleeping propped up - it'll help with your breathing.

OK, Michael, exit's that way.

You have a good day now!

"Have a good day"? What's up with you?

Someone put in a complaint to Connie about me being rude.

Did you forget to warm their rectal thermometer?

-Well, if I had, I'd understand.

-Are you serious?

Listen, we deal with patients at their most vulnerable.

For some, that's enough for them to hate us.

I know, but...

you know how difficult it's been for me -

I just don't need it right now.

I know.

DRILLING

What's going on?

I couldn't do it.

We don't owe Zeke. It wasn't our fault he got himself nicked.

He's going to kill us, bruv.

Be strong.

He can't push us around no more -

especially now that we've got jobs.

What?

He'll take us both on, cash in hand.

-It's only labouring, but it's a start.

-Nice one, bruv!

Oh, my days, are you serious?

-Yeah, bruv.

-Oi!

Can you smell that?

Gas.

Oi!

Oi, mate!

Mate!

What is the problem?

You got a gas leak, bruv.

Right, everybody stop working!

Clear the site!

No!

Bruv!

CAR ALARM BLARES

It's become apparent that our tramadol stock levels do not add up.

This may be for a number of reasons -

paperwork errors or poor recording -

or it could be something more serious.

Who do you think's had their fingers in the sweet jar?

It'll be a stock error, that's all.

So, while Charlie's looking into it,

we're going to treat tramadol as a controlled drug,

which means we're going to need two signatures on the register.

No exceptions.

And if anyone's got any information that they'd like to share,

my door is always open.

Yes, Cal, go ahead.

I've got some information.

It's my brother...

He can't dance.

-Thank you, Cal, that's sensitive as always.

-You're welcome.

Shall we?

Yes, thank you. So, that's about it. You know where to find me.

HE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

SCREAMING IN DISTANCE

It's all right, bruv.

HE WAILS

You're going to be all right.

Help!

Help!

You're all right, bruv.

Easy, guv.

OK, if you're going to be sick, try and get it in there for me. All right? Cheers.

Mac!

What do you want?

Oh, don't be like that.

Come on, I just want to talk to you.

I don't want to talk to you, OK?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work.

She wants more drugs.

DF118, painkillers -

whatever you can get.

I told you, I gave you everything I had.

It wasn't enough.

You have to help me - I've got nowhere else to go.

Right, they know the drugs are missing, OK?

They have got restricted access to the pharmacy,

-I can't get nowhere near anything.

-You must have kept your own stash.

You're an addict!

You know how it feels.

You're weak, just like me.

I'm nothing like you.

Well, if you won't do it for me...

..do it for my son.

She threatened Connor?

No, but I'm worried.

Something could happen to him.

Just take my advice, yeah?

Go to the police.

Only keep my name out of it.

Talk to me, bruv.

-Talk to me!

-Stand back, please, mate! Give us some room.

I'm here, bruv, all right?

-What's his name?

-Leon.

-Leon Taylor.

-Hello, Leon, mate. Can you hear me?

I need a HGV licence!

-Bruv, what are you going on about?!

-OK, he's confused.

Let's check his BP, pulse and blood loss, please.

A quick estimate, I reckon he's lost about four or five units.

Get two large bore lines in, I'll get the tourniquet on.

Right, it's a bilateral amputation.

Let's get a move on.

ROBYN LAUGHS

What are you doing?

I'm just trying to master my mambo.

I'm learning salsa.

Is now really the time?

SIREN WAILS

I don't know. Here come the disco lights!

It's impossible.

Oh, do what I do. Just get drunk and shake your stuff.

And you wonder why you're single.

Hiya.

Go on, follow me. This way.

I told you that digger wasn't safe.

If you want to keep your job,

you keep your mouth shut. Got it?

Kash, don't leave me!

It's cool, I'm not going nowhere, bruv.

Take a seat for me.

LEON WAILS

All right, mate.

Let's get that seen to.

Take a seat, please.

That's it, nice and still.

Jez, can you get the breathing set, please?

OK, a possible fracture of the humerus

and dislocation of the elbow.

If we can get that X-rayed, please.

Thank you.

I'm just going to have a look in your ear, OK?

So, what happened? Did you go through a gas main?

No.

Must've been a leaky pipe.

That was unlucky.

Tympanic membrane's intact but...

perhaps no rock concerts for a couple of weeks.

I'll try.

Oh, I must call my girls.

Oh, and there was a lad that got hit by the digger bucket.

How's he doing?

I don't know, but we could probably try and find out for you.

Yeah. Thank you.

I'll re-insert the nails that we can put back into the nail bed

and remove those too badly damaged.

Can we hurry this up? I need to report to head office.

You've just been in a very serious accident.

Now's not the time to be worrying about your end-of-year bonus.

Spoken like a true civil servant.

Sorry to interrupt.

It's a welcome distraction.

The police are here. They'd like to ask a few questions once you're done.

-Of course, yeah. No problem.

-OK.

Where were we?

Oh, yeah!

The poor productivity of the NHS nurse.

Jack, er, sorry I jumped down your throat earlier.

What's that smell?

It looks like a Jackson Pollock painting.

More Pollock than Jackson I'd say.

I got the worst of it off, but... that smell!

Hey, you feeling OK?

Yeah, yeah.

Fine. Fine.

It's just...

working nights, I don't sleep well during the day. I'm fine.

You don't look so good, man.

-You look worse than earlier. Go home.

-No, no.

My...patient wanted to know

if there's any news on the boy that was injured in a big gas explosion.

I think that's him now.

This is Leon Taylor, 19. Half an hour ago,

-he was caught in the blast from a gas explosion.

-Kash!

-Bilateral below-knee amputations.

-Kash!

GCS on arrival 13,

BP 95/50, pulse 120.

Which bed, please?

-Three! Bed three.

-Leon!

It's all right, it's all right, he's in good hands.

-We've stabilised his BP at 90 systolic...

-Let's get you looked at.

Sats 94% on 100% O2, given him ten of morphine.

He's pulled one of his drips out

and, just beware, he's becoming more combative.

On three, please. One, two, three.

OK, let's start ABCs

and then we'll send him up to the surgeons.

Hang on, he's lost consciousness.

No pulse, he's arrested and he's...

Yeah, he's in PEA. We're starting chest compressions.

Push through four units of O-neg, then, please,

and then the major haemorrhage protocol.

And to top it all off, blood all over my shirt.

Occupational hazard, I'm afraid, mate.

Listen, go and get yourself cleaned up. There's a spare shirt in the staff room.

You might find a spare pair of shoes as well.

My dad called, said he's here.

-Phil John.

-Phil John?

Yeah, I can... I can take you to him.

Hello, there.

That's a lovely rabbit. What's his name?

She doesn't talk to strangers.

Right.

You taking us to Dad or what?

By all means.

This way.

How are we getting on with the intubation?

Yep, nearly there.

Right, tourniquets are holding, but he's still in PEA.

-Let's get a milligram of adrenaline, please.

-Inflate cuff.

Any news on the cross-matched blood?

Yeah, it's on its way down now.

Bilateral air entry.

Yeah, we've got a pulse.

OK, I think I can feel a pelvic fracture.

Let's get a Fast scan, then, please.

And there's your dad.

Oh, hello, love.

I'm fine. It's just a few scratches, that's all.

Right, Phil, nothing is broken

but your elbow is dislocated,

so we need to manipulate it back into position.

Did you find out how that lad was doing?

It's too early to say, I'm afraid.

I heard he was seriously injured.

It's not looking good.

I knew that digger was dodgy. I should've walked off the job.

OK.

Tell you what - why don't we go and find a vending machine

and see if there's a snack for Mr Rabbit, hmm?

Come on. This way.

PHONE BEEPS

Whoa.

Easy, it's only me. What's up?

I'm sure it's Mark.

Getting back at me for splitting up him and his girlfriend.

Hey, you did the right thing.

I think he pretended to be a patient and put in a complaint about me.

Right, leave it with me.

No, no, no, no.

Please, just, let me do this my way, OK? Look.

There. Gone.

It's only superficially embedded,

so we could potentially remove it here.

I'd just like a CT scan first just to be sure.

OK, I can organise that.

How's Leon getting on?

Can I see him?

Well, let's focus on getting you better first

and then we'll find out how he is, OK?

Leon! Kash!

You in here?

Bruv, I've been trying to call your phone. You can't pick up?

What do you think you're doing?

-Out of my way, woman, or do you want a slap?

-Really?

-Rita, you take over here, please.

-What the hell happened?

Your friend's being treated. Would you wait in reception or do I have to call security?

-Where's Leon?!

-I said, "Wait in reception."

Hey.

You OK?

Yeah.

OK, well, let's get you up to CT. It's nice and quiet there.

Blood pressure's still too low and pulse is very weak.

It must be an internal bleed.

It's not showing up on here

but that's not really conclusive.

OK, with the crush injury,

the most likely source of the internal bleed is the pelvis.

-We could do a Reboa?

-Hmm?

I could do it, actually.

It could stop the bleed and give us more volume to get a better output.

-I'll go and get one of the more senior nurses, then.

-Why are you doing that, Robyn?

I've only ever seen it done once before.

Yeah, me too, but... this is our chance to step up.

So, what do you say, Dylan? Can I do the procedure?

Yes, of course you can.

-You follow my instructions exactly.

-Yes.

The Reboa kit, then, please.

Cheese and onion?

Good choice, Mr Rabbit.

His name's Tom.

Well, that's a lovely name.

Nice to meet you, Mr Tom, sir.

What can I get you, young lady?

How about a dad who isn't such a screw-up?

He's useless without Mum.

How long since your parents split up?

She died three months ago.

Leukaemia.

Don't... Don't say you're sorry.

I hate it when people say that.

Fair enough.

It must be very hard for all of you.

Maybe your dad needs your help but doesn't know...

how to ask for it.

You've won a packet of crisps.

Whoa!

All right, all right, I've got you.

Let's get you sat down.

No, Charlie.

I've got to take the girls back to their dad.

It's fine, we'll find our way.

OK, well, let's get you into the cubicles.

-Can you walk to the cubicles all right?

-Yes, yeah.

-Yes, I'm fine.

-All right.

Hey. Some police officers want to ask you about the accident.

You going to tell them the truth?

No, the girls can't lose their mum and their home.

It's too much.

I've got a splitting headache.

Are you just saying that so you don't have to talk to the police?

HE RETCHES

-Dad!

-What's wrong with him?

OK, let's get you reviewed.

How often are you getting these dizzy spells?

Charlie, I'm fine.

I just need a bite to eat and I'll be good as gold.

Are you taking your cardiac medicines properly?

Yes, every day,

and a spoonful of castor oil

because my mam said it was good for my joints.

Well, everything checks out as normal.

How you feeling now?

Like I'm wasting too much of your precious time, my friend.

Well, if it happens again, you come and see me.

I will, I promise. Thank you, Charlie.

OK, book an appointment with your GP to have the dressings removed.

My boys got hurt cos of you.

Whoa, slow down, mate. You can't be in here.

-You owe 'em some money. How much you going to pay?

-Nothing.

They weren't starting work until tomorrow.

Casual labour,

-no contract!

-Is everything OK?

I think you scared him off.

Yeah, well, I'm good at that.

It never rains, but it pours.

I'm not leaving until I get those drugs.

HE LAUGHS

What do you want me to do, Mercedes?

Do you want me to hold up the pharmacy at gunpoint?

You don't have to.

You're a nurse -

you can get hold of drugs any time you want.

No, I'm not a nurse, I'm an HCA -

and we don't have that kind of access.

Well, that didn't stop you getting your hands on the stuff before.

This is over, OK?

I can't help you any more.

What would your workmates think if they knew what you'd been up to?

What part of this do you not understand, OK?

I can't help you

even if I wanted to.

Get me what I need

or I will tell everyone.

Fine.

I'll do what I can.

You got jobs?

It was Leon's idea.

I'm back. The only person you work for now is me.

-You understand?

-Yeah.

-Whatever you say.

-Where's my gun?

It's safe, I promise.

I say "fetch", you fetch.

Where is it?!

It's in my jacket.

-Get off of him!

-We'll do this later.

Oi!

Oh, so you want to do this now?

Truth is you're not really my type, but...you'll do.

You just stay away from my patients, all right?

-If I see you in here again...

-What?

What you going to do?

If the company were negligent, then they need to be held accountable.

All right, Erin Brockovich,

not everything's black and white, you know.

OK, it's probably mild concussion

but, Louise, can we organise a head CT to exclude a bleed, please?

OK, you two, shall we go to the relatives' room?

You can sit down in there and it's nice and cosy.

We want to stay with Dad.

That's all right, girls, I'll look after him.

Shall we?

I'm going to go get you booked in for that CT scan, OK?

OK, thanks.

Look, Steve, I can't lie about the digger, OK?

That lad was seriously injured.

Yeah, well, I've had a word with head office and...

they're prepared to pay you £10,000...

-Ten grand?

-..to keep your mouth shut.

Have you located the femoral pulse?

-Yes.

-Let's make a small incision, then.

-And we want to measure the balloon catheter.

-Mm-hmm.

So, we think it's a pelvic injury -

so that is zone...?

-Three.

-So, how far is that?

It's between 40 and 45 centimetres from the groin.

Right, so locate the embolus, right?

Er...

Needle.

Ready?

Mm-hmm.

Advance the needle slowly,

puncture the wall of the artery.

Right. Seldinger wire.

It's not advancing.

Move the hub of the needle up and down.

Just change the angle.

The tip of the needle must be against the wall of the artery.

OK, just...

It's OK, take your time.

Try again.

You can do it.

-And we're in.

-Good.

OK, ladies, if you'd like to take a seat,

I'll be right back.

PHONE DIALS

Ah, yes.

Hello, this is the ED.

We're running a bit low of tramadol

and Pharmacy's shut,

and we wondered if...

you could spare us a couple of packs to tide us over.

Ah, champion.

Right, I'll...

I'll send an HCA up to collect it, yeah?

Cheers, thank you.

Mac fainted?

Yeah, can you keep an eye on him?

I think he might be pushing himself a bit too hard.

What? You think this is funny?

How would you like having vomit and blood sprayed all over you?

It sounds like an average working day to me.

Right, those are all the patients

that have come through those doors in the past two weeks and...

Oh, we've had a complaint

from the Medical Assessment Unit

asking us to sort out our drug stocks.

That's very odd.

I'll look into it.

Has Big Mac been working on reception?

This is tragic.

Hey, take it from this old dog -

it does get easier, I promise you.

OK.

Inflating the balloon.

(Come on, Leon.)

Good, OK.

We've lost femoral pulse

and jugular is strengthening.

Well done, Dr Knight.

Secure the balloon catheter.

I'll call theatre.

Wait, guys, we've lost output.

He's arrested again.

-I'll start chest compressions.

-No, it's fine, I'll do it.

Can I have another milligram of adrenaline, please?

Internet dating?

No, no.

Not really.

I just got bored one night and I thought it would be a laugh.

-Really?

-Mm.

Come on, then. Let's see who they've matched you with.

-Cos that wouldn't be awkward(!)

-Just show me, woman. Come on.

Come on.

He lives with his mum.

He's an axe murderer.

Accountant.

Married.

You'd have something in common.

There is that.

Well, they say you have to kiss a few frogs,

but don't kiss him cos you'd definitely catch something.

Whoa, go back one.

What, him?

Yeah, he's a winner.

Overdone it on the male grooming, don't you think?

Well, you've tried scruffy

and look how that turned out.

Max, I can't...

Just send him a message.

I mean...

if you don't ask, you don't get.

I'll think about it.

Mac?

What are you doing up here?

Oh, just looking for a couple of drip stands

that have gone missing from the ED, but...

don't seem to be here.

You?

Somebody from our department

tried to get hold of some tramadol from up here.

What, have we run out?

No, we haven't...

..but it sort of explains our stock problem.

We've got a drug thief on the team.

Right, well...

do you know who it is?

They didn't show up

and the nurse who took the call wasn't much help.

She said, "A male staff nurse."

And that's it?

Could be anybody.

I hope you catch him.

Sounds like he needs help.

Yeah.

He's not very nice, your friend, is he?

How do you know him?

Me, him and Leon grew up together.

He was like our older brother,

he looked out for us.

We were tight.

What changed?

Too many friends' funerals.

When Zeke got sent down for three years, me and Leon got out.

And now he's out...

..he wants you back.

He's not someone you say no to.

You can't let people push you around.

You can't let him tell you what to do for the rest of your life.

You have a hairline skull fracture

and a very small intracranial bleed, OK?

I've spoken with the neurosurgeons. They'd like to admit you for observation -

but please try not to worry. It's unlikely that they'll need to operate.

Can we get some new obs, please?

Yep. Thanks.

Can you tell the police officers I'm ready to talk to them now?

-Are you going to tell them the truth?

-Do you want to mind your own business?

Well, how many more dodgy diggers do they have that could hurt someone?

How's the lad doing?

His name is Leon, and he's in Resus fighting for his life.

Hi. So, I've spoken to him and he says he's ready to talk to you.

So do you and Jack know each other, then?

Yeah, mate. All the gays and the bis know each other -

-we're all best friends.

-You know what I mean.

-I'm not a complete naive northerner.

-You're northern?

I thought that was just a speech impediment.

Hey, northern and proud, me.

-Didn't think that was possible.

-All right, lippy.

Don't overstep the mark.

"Don't overstep the mark."

You sound like my dad.

Ah, he's cool, man, he's cool.

He just says I'm greedy cos...

I get the best of both worlds.

You are greedy!

You ate that last doughnut. I told you I wanted that.

His sister's on the way in.

She's going to be too late.

He's had no output for 20 minutes. I think it's time to stop.

OK, let's not be hasty.

Can we have another milligram of adrenaline, please?

Oh, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault.

Who are you?

I was driving the digger that hit the gas main.

Dylan, Cal's right.

You should stop.

We've done all that we can - it's time to let him go.

Yeah, OK.

We gave him a fair crack, didn't we?

OK, time of death?

21:41.

-HE SOBS:

-Leon!

Have you seen the girls? I left them in the relatives' room.

-Well, I thought they were with you.

-Yeah, well, they were.

-You'll pay for what you've done.

-He's got a gun!

-Whoa, whoa. Easy, son, all right? Easy.

-He killed Leon.

-Rita, get out of here!

-Zeke...

put it down.

It's no-one's fault but yours, Zeke.

Leon would be alive if it weren't for you.

Kash, leave it. He's not worth it.

Go on, then, big man. Pull the trigger.

No, son, don't do it, OK?

-It should be you lying in there, not him.

-Dad!

Don't shoot, please!

I wouldn't...

Get off me, you pig!

You don't know who you're messing with.

Is it safe to come out now?

MAC SIGHS

Mac...

Don't blame yourself, mate. It's over now.

The girls are fine.

It's not that.

You can't be expected to be everywhere at once, mate.

I know.

It's not the girls.

Look...

..Charlie told me that you fainted earlier.

-I think you've been pushing yourself a bit too hard, mate.

-I took the tramadol.

What?

I wanted to tell you, Noel, but I couldn't.

The addiction got so strong and I can't control it and, Noel...

Noely, I don't know what to do.

I couldn't admit it to anybody, not even to myself.

Mate, come here.

Mercedes said she was going to tell everybody

if I didn't get her drugs, and I can't.

Did she now?

Listen, don't worry, mate. I'm here, yeah?

We'll deal with her together.

Come here.

HE SOBS

I thought we had a deal.

That lad died because of us.

Fine, fine.

£20,000.

That's as high as the company has authorised me to go.

-We don't want your money.

-He's broke.

You will lose everything.

We will lose the house.

As long as we've still got you, that's all that matters.

You are making a big mistake.

Fine.

You're fired.

You guys wait here. I'll go and see if he's ready to talk to you, OK?

Hey, the ward are ready for you now so...

You don't have to speak to them.

No, look, I want to get this off my chest.

Come on, you.

Let's find Tom something to eat.

You've got a good one there.

Yeah.

She's like her mum.

Go home, Mercedes.

Mac's not going to be helping you out any more.

Who are you, his dad?!

I've told Noel everything.

You promised me you'd get me what I need.

Noel's going to help me get off the drugs

and I suggest you do the same.

Get me the drugs...

..or I will out you right now.

Out Mac, you out yourself -

and you've got far more to lose, haven't you?

He's out of a job, but you're looking at prison.

You're already awaiting trial for mugging me.

Are you going to add extortion to that?

They'll throw the book at you, Mercedes.

The only time you'll see your son

will be in a visiting room.

Let's hope that's the last we see of her.

Cheers, buddy.

I heard what happened.

You all right?

Yeah, I will be...

when they get all these guns off the street.

Maybe we should do what the Americans do,

have metal detectors on the doors.

Yeah...

or we could raise our boys to be better men.

What is it?

Have you seen Mark in here?

Nice computer, shame about the screen.

Come and see me some time.

Bruv, get off me!

HE GROANS

You OK?

I'm giving evidence against Zeke.

Good.

Leon would've been proud of you, standing up to him like that.

I just wish I'd done it sooner.

Maybe then he'd still...

..be here.

Hey, what are you doing?

I've not got the stomach for medicine.

I need to get back to the glitz and glamour of the travel industry.

Hey, but we need you here.

We need your...

pizzazz!

The only guns I want to see

are on the hunky lifeguards

strutting about in their teeny, tiny trunks.

You could see that here...

if a swim team goes down with food poisoning.

I don't know how you do it, Noel.

You're a legend.

Hey, I'm not worthy.

Hey, stop it now.

All right, maybe just one more.

All right, stop.

-All right, one more.

-No!

Cal, leave it, I'll do that.

It's fine.

You did everything you could, you know.

Robyn, that's what people say to somebody

they think has made a mistake.

They say it to make them feel better.

No, I just thought he might be a bit upset.

Why would he be upset?

Because it was...

Well, it was difficult.

I just thought the Reboa would buy him more time, that's all.

-PHONE RINGS

-Hello, Incidents?

Well, no procedure comes with a guarantee.

You've done one now and it was textbook.

Um, guys, the family are here.

I can take care of that if you want.

No, it's fine.

I'll talk to the family.

Robyn, you call the coroner, OK?

Thank you, both. That'll be all.

There's a meeting at the community centre this morning.

I thought we could go together.

Isn't that something I should do on my own?

You haven't told anyone, have you?

That would defeat the "anonymous" bit, wouldn't it?

Look...

I know you can beat this, buddy.

Cheers.

-Yo.

-Yo.

Oh, Max, come on, get over her.

I told her to do it.

There you are.

Right, we're going for breakfast.

For Jack, sending him off in style. Do you want to come?

Oh, no thanks, no. I'm done in.

I need some rest.

Listen, what are you going to do about Mark?

Well, I don't even know if it was him any more.

Could have been anyone.

I seem to bring out the worst in people.

-Not me.

-Yeah?

Give me time.

I'm going to miss you, Jack.

Oh, please! No, you're not.

Now you've got this dreamboat all to yourself.

Right, you need to stop watching Dirty Dancing

and hang up your Cuban heels, mate, before you get injured. My advice.

Right, Louise, can I borrow you for a second?

Go on, Ethan! The boy's got some moves!

THEY CHEER

Dr Hardy!

Very impressive, Nibbles. Very impressive indeed.

Yes, thank you. Nobody puts baby brother in the corner.

-ALL: Wahey!

-Thank you.

Hey, hey.

This time next week, I'm going to be lying on that beach.

In your face, boys.

Uh-oh!

THEY LAUGH

Welcome to the meeting, everybody.

Can we just go around the circle and introduce ourselves?

My name's John.

My name's Fernando.

My name's Steve.

My name's Claire.

My name's Sharon.

I'm James.