You Are Your Only Limit Casualty

It's a leaflet containing all the information for making a complaint.

I've been called to a MPTS hearing.

I'm going to have to lessen my dose.

If I don't, how can I ever be the father Ollie deserves?

It came, then?

Good. I must remember to get you a leaving card.

Doctors like you eventually cost patients their lives,

but come the tribunal, you're finished.

PHONE CHIRPS

PHONE CHIRPS

CLATTERING

Grace!

Why didn't you call me?

I'm sorry. I thought I could do it on my own.

Oh, sweetheart. Don't be sorry.

It's all going to be OK.

Gracie, you're supposed to be eating breakfast, darling. Grace?

Anne and Sophie on the ski trip. Alpe D'Huez.

Alpe D'Huez is so overrated.

Tell you what,

next year you and I will be tearing down the slopes of Aspen, Colorado.

Sweetheart, remember what I said - you are your only limit.

Anyway, look at how far you've come, all right?

You can do it.

Um...right.

Stop it. It's only for today.

Do I really have to go?

-Yes, you do.

-DOORBELL RINGS

It can't be the taxi. It's too early.

Sorry, you're just...

Morning.

Oi! There you are. That'll wake you up.

I love you so much right now.

Lily, Ethan, can I ask you to look after Resus for me, please?

And Alicia, take over in Cubicles. We'll be back by lunch.

-Of course, it's the hearing today, isn't it?

-It is, yeah.

Come on, don't be stupid - of course we're picking you up.

Just leaving. All right, bye.

How's Dr Gardner?

Yeah, she's holding up. Kind of.

It's all totally unnecessary. It's just shenanigans.

She'll be fine.

Yeah. I sincerely hope so.

This is nuts, this hearing, isn't it?

We're doctors. We need to be held accountable.

Yes, one adult and one ten-year-old for kick boxing.

Kick boxing?

Later.

Yes, yes, thank you. Thank you.

Kick boxing, yoga, family boot camp?

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.

No need to tell me.

Maybe you're overdoing it.

Do you not think you should speak to someone about reducing your lithium?

And say what? "Look, I've got a real problem, Doc.

"I'd really like to get fit and spend time with my son"?

I'm just worried for you.

Really? For me?

Robyn, you're projecting.

You're worrying about others when you're terrified yourself,

which is totally understandable. Motherhood is a daunting prospect.

And these certainly won't be helping, either.

Sugar and caffeine make you far more susceptible to stress.

No, no, no, no!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

What you need is to face your fears.

It can be very liberating.

Ah! I think I know just the thing.

Won't be long.

Oh, it was epic.

A really epic night. I wish you were there, mate.

Ha! Tell me about it, barely keeping it together.

Just taking little bro to school. Come on, Elliot!

Shift your backside!

Cool, give us half an hour. Here, I'll carry it.

-No! Get off!

-All right, puss-puss. Keep your hair on.

Don't call me that.

Ellie? You OK? Mate, your nose.

Whoa! Hey.

There's blood in this.

Perfect timing as usual.

You could have least let me know.

You would have tried to put me off.

Especially today. Come on, Connie.

The whole hospital is talking about you commandeering the GMC.

You can't commandeer the GMC. They obviously think there's a case.

Word is you've tried to make it your personal crusade.

Crusade?

People talk, Connie.

Well, if "people" had a daughter with brain damage who can barely

get herself to the toilet without falling over,

perhaps they would rethink things,

so excuse me if I try and prevent this from happening

to someone else because that woman...

Gracie, I'm sorry, sweetheart...

I didn't...

DOORBELL RINGS

Taxi's here.

Are you serious?

What?

You're showing her off!

I can use my crutches, Mum.

No, it's fine. It's going to be a long day.

Let's parade her around in a wheelchair for maximum effect.

Don't you dare!

Come on, sweetheart.

OK, then. Let's do it together.

I'll come with you.

"Still not managed to get Charlie in his togs,

"but when I do, I promise to take a picture.

"Love, Duffy."

Also got this for Dr Gardner.

Hm. Better take that back to Reception.

She might not be back at all, you know.

I hear those tribunals can be...

C'mon, guys. I mean, surely it's just a formality?

I still can't believe Mrs Beauchamp is doing this to her.

Really? I can.

Anyway, concentrate. Blue labels - surgery notes, green labels -

existing admissions and yellow labels - recent discharges.

It works a treat.

-Don't thank me, thank David - it was his idea.

-David's?

Yeah, he's been really productive lately. Ah, the man himself.

I was just saying you are on top form.

Well, I aim to please.

Oh, yeah? What you up to now?

This.

What is that?

This is baby Alice.

She cries, she wees, she sleeps, just like the real thing.

Jo at Maternity said as it was for you,

she could spare it for the whole day.

Don't they give them to teenage girls?

Yeah, to put them off.

Yes, thank you, both.

A day with baby Alice - face your fears head on.

It's OK to be scared.

I'm not scared. I'm not scared.

-There we go.

-She looks tired, Connie.

Well, she's been working very hard. We both have.

-Which is why I think this is totally the wrong...

-Please don't start.

-Mrs Beauchamp!

-Oh, good morning.

-Good morning.

-Zahira Tahar, GMC representative.

Sam Strachan. Grace's father.

Nice to meet you. Sorry, morning sustenance. How are you, Grace?

As well as can be expected.

Right.

So, this is how it's going to work.

I present the case, enclose statements.

They'll have read those already.

Then witnesses, then the main complainant - you.

Good news is we have O'Shaughnessy

as chairman so he won't drag his feet.

Gabriel O'Shaughnessy?

Kings, London?

Yes. Have you worked with him?

No. No. But I certainly know of him.

I'll see you inside.

OK. Thank you.

Dr Gardner.

Mrs Beauchamp.

Let's go.

CRYING

Come on, good girl.

Come on, baby.

Give me a break!

Think, think, think... Sing! OK! OK, what song...

Um... # I live my day as if it was the last

# Live my day as if there was no past

# Doin' it all night, all summer

# Doin' it the way I want to

# Yeah I'm a dance my heart out till the dawn

# But I won't be done when morning comes

# Doin' it all night, all summer. #

Robyn, need you in there - an actual child.

You, stay.

Right, this is Elliot Allcott, aged ten.

He's got severe epistaxis, found blood in his vomit,

which he potentially swallowed.

GCS 15, pulse 100, BP 110 over 70.

The bleeding stopped in the ambo,

but he won't let us examine him any further.

Paeds Resus, please. Elliot, I'm Dr Chao.

Please, I want to go home.

C'mon, mate. Calm down.

This is brother Jack, 16.

Apparently, his dad's not around and his mum's away.

OK. Hop onto the bed for me.

Good lad.

-I'm just going to have a look up your nose...

-No! Get off!

Ellie, get a grip! He freaks at everything.

No, I don't.

It's OK, don't worry. I'm a total wuss!

Yeah. And this one looks really scary, but she's dead soft.

-Hilarious. Run along now.

-You're so soft! You're so soft!

-OK!

Right, has this happened before?

No. No, never.

I was dropping him off at school when his nose just went,

then he chucked up all over the place.

Has he had a fall recently or a blow to the nose?

Don't think so, not that I know of. Elliot?

No, I... I don't know.

How do you mean? You'd know if you did!

I'm sorry, I...

OK, don't worry. It's fine.

Any allergies? Medical conditions we need to know about?

No, no, nothing.

Has your mum been informed?

She's-she's in an all-day interview in Warwickshire. She went yesterday.

Uh-oh.

-Here, let me.

-No! No, get off.

Ellie! Just let them help you.

OK, Elliot, how about if you do it and I'll show you how?

What you do is just pinch that bit, under the bone, that soft bit there.

OK? Keep pinching there. Good boy.

Right, now don't tip your head back cos otherwise you're going to

end up swallowing it all, all right?

I'm going to put this there and if you need to spit, you can.

OK?

I've got this. Why don't you go?

-I know you've got a million and one patients.

-Thank you.

Can you try the mother, please?

I'm going to try to get hold of their GP

and see if there's any history.

-Let me know?

-Hm-mm.

I'm really sorry.

Hey. Don't be silly. Told you, you just stick with me, kid.

I thought this was not supposed to be a trial.

I did say you should have someone representing you.

I think it just makes you look like you have something to hide.

I'm entirely capable of explaining myself.

It's just that being the main complainant,

I thought it might be beneficial to start off with me.

I can make a very succinct case.

What's your view on observers?

Sorry?

In theatre when you operate.

No...

We'll do it my way.

OK.

Ah. Miss Zafar, thank you for coming.

Just to let you know, I do have a shift this afternoon.

No worries. You're up first.

Thank you.

Are you supposed to be the cavalry?

I didn't want to come.

I thought you were all great that day.

Be a lot of fun, isn't it, all this?

How are you doing, firecracker?

You all right?

Sam.

I guess he had to go, too.

-Here we go.

-Goodness me.

They brought O'Shaughnessy out of hibernation.

-Hm?

-Oh, he's a pioneering cardiothoracic surgeon.

He gave a visiting lecture when I was at med school.

The men shook, the women swooned.

Morning, everyone.

Opening proceedings in the case of the medical practitioners tribunal

brought against Dr L Gardner. MBChB, 1991,

University of Exeter,

GMC reference 21343398.

See. What did I tell you? It's stopped.

You scared the freakin' life out of me, mate.

It was like a horror film.

Right, I'm going to get you into a gown.

Epic. Posting this. You're going to get so many likes!

OK. Once we've got you changed,

I'm going to get Dr Chao in to have another look.

But I'm OK now. I just want to go.

We need to know what caused it.

Oi, has someone been picking on you at school again?

-Punched you or...

-No!

He gets a bit hassled at school

cos he's a bit more sensitive than the rest.

He's no good at footy, so... Who is it?

-Is it that prat Jaden?

-No!

Cos I will go sort him out right now.

Nothing happened at school!

But if it has...

Nothing has! I swear.

I fell. I did fall.

When?

Yesterday. At night.

I got up to go to the loo and fell.

But I was there.

I called you but you were busy.

Busy?

Yeah, with your party.

The music was really loud,

and you were all shouting and laughing. I did try.

It was just a few mates, honest.

OK. Can I have a word, please?

So it isn't just the Grace Beauchamp case which brings us here.

We'll go into that in some detail.

It's also recent events that Dr Gardner was involved in,

as witnessed in statements 1A, 1B, 1C...

Why hasn't she got a legal representation?

I guess she underestimated what she's up against.

..which clearly demonstrate impairment of fitness to practise.

I'd like to call our first witness, if I may.

Agency Staff Nurse Amira Zafar.

But I swear we didn't even have the music on that loud.

I don't get it. And there weren't that many people.

And there weren't that many drinks, either?

Cos you'd be surprised, after a few,

the music tends to go up a notch.

I am 16. I'm allowed a drink.

Yeah - under supervision!

Look, it's not that I don't know what it's like,

but your mum left you in charge.

Did she even know you were having a party?

But it was an accident. It could have happened any time.

But it didn't. It happened on your watch.

-What do you think she's going to say?

-You don't have to tell her.

Anything could have happened to him.

-We can't hide it from her!

-Please, just let me do it.

She's had it really tough since Dad left,

and she was really excited about this interview, and now I...

now I wrecked it for her.

I know I messed up. I just want to tell her myself.

Thank you. You're a star.

So, at that point, you came back and told Dr Gardner

that CT were ready for Grace?

-Yes.

-Did you say anything else?

I asked her if she wanted me to call an anaesthetist.

So you actually prompted her. And her reply?

She said that Grace was supporting her airway

and didn't need to be intubated.

Right.

Next thing, Grace Beauchamp deteriorated,

vomited in the scanner and had to be rushed back to Resus,

where she was attended by yourself,

Cardiothoracic Consultant Jac Naylor, Dr Dylan Keogh,

Sister Lisa Duffin

and Senior Charge Nurse Charlie Fairhead - is that right?

Yes.

How did Dr Gardner react on seeing Grace?

She proceeded to intubate her.

In how many attempts?

It was in fact two.

How did she seem at the time?

Well, obviously under pressure. It had been a terrible day.

There had been an explosion, a helicopter crashed...

What were the reactions of the other staff?

I know this was some time ago,

but I can't stress the importance of this more strongly.

Did any of the other clinicians ask why Grace wasn't intubated?

Dr Keogh.

Dr Gardner said that Grace was supporting her airway

at the time so there was no need.

And his response?

He said... "Well, she's certainly not supporting her airway now."

If he had a fall, that could explain the nosebleed.

-He still seems really nervous, though.

-Hm.

We've got three people waiting on discharge.

Coming.

Let's move him to Cubicles, take obs and bloods and monitor him.

So far, so good.

Is Jack annoyed with me?

Of course not.

He probably feels rotten that you hurt yourself and he wasn't there.

I got him into trouble, haven't I?

You told the truth. That's the right thing to do.

That is the truth, isn't?

Course.

Elliot?

-Where's my backpack?

-Whi...

My backpack! One I take to school. Does Jack have it?

I don't know. I haven't seen...

It's black and green, got a football on it. I need it.

It's got all my stuff - my keys, my iPod. Mum will kill me!

OK, don't upset yourself, all right? You'll set your nose off.

I'll go and ask the paramedics, OK?

Ah, David, any news?

No, none.

Dr Chao, I'm telling you the colour coding's been so successful

I'm thinking of re-organising the pharmacy lists that way.

What? I'm just saying!

Congratulations, by the way.

David tells me she's got a right pair of lungs on her.

The baby. Don't tell me you've ditched her already?

Ha-ha, funny. Elliot Allcott's lost his backpack.

Can you have a check for me, please?

-Yeah.

-He's got a point.

When was the last time you checked on her?

I'm going, now.

Good luck, by the way. We're all rooting for you!

I bet you'd lock yours in a cupboard, wouldn't you?

Sparkling wit.

Hey, listen, I'm seeing Gem next week, so thank you.

Ooh, Max, the kid in Paeds Resus - Cubicles, please.

Yeah, sure. Listen, go and see Noel.

There's something you might want to come in on.

CRYING

So you were clearly taken aback at Dr Gardner's answer?

Well, no. I wouldn't say that.

We were all under a lot of pressure that day.

There was a major incident.

Granted.

But it does seem like you didn't find Dr Gardner's explanation

satisfactory at the time?

-She's not looking good. I'm taking her out.

-Just hold on.

It's a grey area.

Dr Keogh, given the same presentation,

would you have intubated?

I...

I don't believe you.

Yes or no, Dr Keogh?

Yes.

Thank you.

I'd like to proceed to the complainant, Mrs Connie Beauchamp.

# Doin' it all night, all summer Doin' it the way I want to. #

Oh, c'mon on! Please! Shh, shh, shh.

Jez called, he found a rucksack?

That thing is really loud. It might need changing.

Can you describe, as Grace's mother, what her daily challenges are?

Well, her motor skills are significantly impaired.

She needs near-constant assistance even with the smallest of tasks.

For example, yesterday she fell on her way to the bathroom.

She has to endure a gruelling daily exercise routine,

not to mention the emotional and psychological damage -

missing out on her education, her social life.

And you had no idea this was all preventable?

No. None whatsoever,

not until I requested, repeatedly requested,

the notes did I realise there was a case of gross medical negligence.

And can I just clarify that I'm here not solely as a parent,

but also as an ED consultant and as such

recognise when a colleague is just not capable.

Are you referring to...

Dr Gardner may be a competent physician

when things are going well, but she cannot handle the pressure,

and that makes her a liability.

From the very first day she arrived, late,

following an accident en-route,

to the latest fiasco with a patient...

If I may just stop your flow there for a moment, Mrs Beauchamp.

You are, I presume, referring to the incident with Jamison Francis?

Yes, I am.

Hm.

It is not my place as the tribunal chair to interject.

In fact, it is strictly forbidden.

However, I feel compelled.

You have been a consultant for how many years?

More than I care count.

Not an ED consultant, though?

-Well...

-In that time, I'm sure you must have been on the receiving end

of quite a lot of - excuse my language - crap from patients?

Yes, I have.

Hm. Not all of it, I hope, for justified reasons?

Well...

You ever reacted back?

I may have.

But I have never confronted a colleague inebriated

and embarrassed myself.

Are you saying Dr Gardner...

Cornered me at a wedding reception and threatened me, with I quote,

"I'm ready for a fight" and "watch this space."

Is the girl not well?

No, she isn't.

Let's break.

I imagine you'd want to be with your daughter.

Hang on a minute - how come Max got three to one

and now it's two to one?

Sorry, mate, situation is fluid - the odds changed from this morning.

I'll take it. They're still good.

Poor Robyn. This is cruel, this.

I mean, I'll put two quid on.

Fiver for me. She'll do it.

Guys. Guys.

-Hey.

-Hey. I found it. It got kicked under the seat.

Ah. Thanks. What's going on?

Oh, we're just checking about Dr Gardner, but no news.

Hey, it's all in good fun, you know.

I've had enough. She's not well.

Well, she's clearly better than she was.

How can anyone get better in this atmosphere?

You clearly care more about this tribunal than anything else.

Do you think this is good for her,

seeing her father tear strips out of her mother?

Come on, Connie, you know

in the corner of your mind you've gone too far.

You're just lashing out. It's happened. It's done.

You trying to screw over a colleague isn't going to help things.

-This is making you look really bad.

-Oh, I'll be the judge of that.

Can I go to the toilet?

Yes, darling, of course.

See? See how she's progressed?

Yes, of course I can see that.

Well, where's your support? Not there.

That's nothing new, is it?

Dr Gardner.

I'm sorry, this is really unfair.

It's OK, really.

You need to be strong.

Hm. They put words in your mouth, don't they?

They certainly do.

Well, I dare say it won't be any consolation,

but I do know how it feels.

Thanks, Dylan.

We're going to head back to base, but just text me, OK?

Come here.

Don't be a hero.

RINGING

Hi, lovely.

No, no, no, no, it's fine.

This is the one, right?

How's Alice? Putting on weight?

Sleeping through? Only joking.

Right, let's just check that everything's in here.

No, I'll do it!

Wow! Blue hair!

They didn't make them like that in my day.

She's not mine. They're...Macy's. She goes to my school.

She asked me to look after them for her.

OK.

Yeah, so I'm just looking after them.

Can I have my bag, please?

Elliot, are you OK? You're looking a bit peaky.

You are a bit hot.

Look what I got for you, bro - your fave.

Old Granny here likes her tea and biscuits.

Right, no arguments now, come on.

38.7. You are running a fever.

A fever?

Yeah. I'm going to go and get the doctor.

Argh!

A temperature suggests an infection. Has he been ill before?

Well, no, he hasn't said.

I just want to go home. Why can't I go home?

We're just trying to help you, sweetie.

I'd really like to examine your nose, Elliot.

I'm sorry, mate. You've had it your way,

-now you've got to let the doc have a look.

-I just want to go home!

It won't take a second.

Elliot, cut it out!

Just...do it.

OK?

Good boy.

Yup, definitely an infection.

Full of gunk.

Where's Mum? I want my mum.

Yes, where's Mum?

I...

What's going on?

No, no, it's just like I said. It's ticking boxes.

Yeah. Yeah, OK, I'll speak to you later. Bye.

Grace!

Grace?! Help!

I need some help in here!

It's OK, Grace, I've got you.

Try and stay nice and still for me.

No, no, no, no, no!

Somebody help me!

Dial 999, NOW!

Grace! Gra...

Let me get this straight -

you took his word that he was going to call his mum?

Yeah! He's a good kid.

He's a teenager who was left in charge and messed up.

I don't believe you sometimes.

They're kids. It was a party - these things just happen.

Yes! Kids! We're the adults,

and now he's ill and his mum's not even on her way.

How would you feel?

Right. 500 milligrams of paracetamol and let's start him

on oral broad spectrum antibiotics, and take half hourly obs.

You, with me. Let's call your mum.

She's in the ladies' toilet.

Would you please give me some room?

She had a fit, punctured her carotid artery,

ambulance is on its way.

Wh-wh-what happened?

Looks like she broke the mirror. We need to stop the haemorrhage.

Excuse me! Grace!

-What the hell happened?

-She had a fit.

A fit? I told you, didn't I?

Not now.

Go outside - find me a medical bag.

This building is full of medics! I need a Foley catheter.

-Catheter?

-I need it now! Go!

Hold her head.

We need to stop the bleeding.

Connie!

Here you go.

Your mum will be here soon.

He's going to hate me now, Jack. She's going to hit the roof.

She's going to ground him for a month.

Well, at least now we know it's not his fault.

The nose bleed.

But-but I did fall. I'm not lying!

Well, you don't get an infection like that from a fall.

I can't remember anything else! I don't know!

Oh, hang on.

Don't sniff it up!

Elliot! Elliot?!

OK, I've left a message. What's happening?

He's choking! He can't breathe!

Elliot?

Right, I'm just going to have a look. Open your mouth.

Come on, just open up for me. Yup, OK.

Let's get him to Resus, please.

I'm here, baby. I'm here.

All right, try not to move.

-Where are they?

-Probably in traffic. Catheter?

-OK.

-I'm going to go and see where they are.

Hold her head.

-What are you doing?!

-I'm going to tamponade the wound with it.

-No.

-Just maintain pressure on the wound. I need to insert the tip.

No, no, you're going to kill her!

Trust me. For once in your life, do as you're told!

It's OK. It's going to be OK.

I need a laryngoscope and Magill forceps, please.

He's losing consciousness.

Words can be easily misconstrued.

Unfortunately, I think I may have got her into

a little bit of hot water.

She might be able to claw it back.

Jacob! Sam Strachan just called. Grace has been hurt.

There's an ambulance on its way there.

OK, that's as far as it'll go. Syringe? Come on!

OK, this is going to work. This is going to work.

Yep, it's working. I need to clamp it.

See if there are any artery clamps in the bag?

Connie!

Right, she's in here. This way.

Not a minute too soon, lads.

Right, what have we got?

This is Grace Beauchamp, 11 years old,

witnessed tonic-clonic seizures with a neck wound caused by broken glass.

Uncontrolled arterial haemorrhage

from the wound despite direct pressure,

so inserted a Foley catheter to tamponade the bleeding.

Fitting has now stopped. Airway appears clear.

OK. Mrs Beauchamp, let me take over there. There we go.

-Jez?

-Yeah?

-I want oxygen and a line in quick, please.

OK, I'm on it.

Hold his head for me, please.

Laryngoscope.

OK.

I can see something.

It's stuck. OK.

OK.

Got it.

-He's not breathing!

-Suction, please.

HE GASPS

Oh, good. Good. He's responding.

We got it just in time.

What is it?

All right? OK.

It looks like a shoe?

A doll's shoe.

11-year-old female, Grace Beauchamp, witnessed tonic-clonic seizures

with penetrating neck wound, which is now under control.

She was unconscious on arrival, with significant blood loss.

It's OK, Gracie, we got you.

Resp rate 28, pulse 140 and thready, BP 90/60.

She required boluses of IV saline en-route to maintain her BP.

No further fitting.

OK, let's get another line in then, please, and cross-match four units.

We'll stand by with some tranexamic acid.

Can we do a venous blood gas as well?

Did she have a fit, then?

Yeah. Smashed a mirror with her crutches, and then fell.

OK. Let's query head injury then, folks.

Cross on three, when we're ready. One, two, three.

Grace? Grace, can you hear me?

OK, she's not supporting her own airway, is she?

So, let's intubate before the CT. Stand by for an RSI.

Can we get 2mgs of lorazepam, please,

and somebody notify the vascular surgeons.

A doll's shoe?

Yes. It must have been stuck up his nasal cavity for some time,

causing infection and bleeding, and swallowing the blood made you vomit.

And just then, you inhaled it and choked on it.

It is really small, you know.

You could have easily inhaled it by mistake, I suppose.

Sorry, Dr Chao, I've got Mrs Allcott on the phone for you.

OK. You're not getting out of this. C'mon.

The dolls aren't Macy's, are they?

Sweetheart, did you feel you had to keep it a secret?

Mum knows, but she promised she wouldn't tell anyone,

but a while ago Jack came into the room and I panicked.

I just...

Shoved it up your nose?

Then I tried to get it out but I think I was just pushing it in more.

Why didn't you tell us?

Cos Jack, he'll hate me.

No, he won't.

He will! I'm nothing like him.

I'm not sporty. I'm not clever.

Hey, join the club!

Do you know what my gran used to say?

You are who you are,

and you have to accept it because everybody else is taken.

The thing is, the more you hide it, the worse it's going to get.

He won't mind. He loves you.

She didn't take it too badly. The doc's having a word.

But you, the minute you're better,

I'm going to whoop your backside, you monkey.

Getting me into trouble like this with your,

"I fell and you didn't hear." What was all that about?

-Because I...

-What?

Cos you didn't want to say you had a doll's shoe stuck up your nose?

Fair enough. I wouldn't, either.

The thing is, Jack...

..I play with them. Dolls.

Course you do.

Don't take a genius to work out you was hiding something in that bag.

I looked inside.

Nothing gets past the Jackmeister.

You give me another scare like this

and I'll shove the other one up there myself.

Come here.

OK, um...

The good news is that the scan shows there's no new head injuries.

I do think you might want to prepare yourselves

for the possibility that Grace may have developed epilepsy.

As you know, it's a possible delayed outcome of the original head injury.

Was she complaining of headaches today or looking peaky?

She certainly wasn't 100%, no.

Watch your back.

Well, we've sent the scan to neurology and the vascular surgeons

are taking her up to theatre now.

I'm confident because of the timely and excellent care

she received at the scene that the damage was minimal,

but I'll keep you updated, obviously.

Sam.

I begged you. I warned you.

But there's no getting through to you, is there?

You're so blinkered.

So caught up in your own bitterness.

It's because of you she's back in that theatre, no-one else.

I don't want to think

what would have happened if Dr Gardner hadn't found her.

And I'll tell you one thing for sure - when she wakes up...

..things are going to change, and I mean change.

Connie.

Come on.

You need some air.

How's Grace?

She has just gone up to theatre. She'll be OK.

Robyn? Mrs Allcott should be here in a couple of hours.

I'm sorry. You were right.

We're not here to be their friends. We have a responsibility.

WAILING

Is that coming from in here?

Sorry, Robyn, my phone went off.

Anyone hurt?

No, I think we'll survive. Is this yours?

Turn it off, please.

You win, fair and square.

Thank you!

Wait? What?

Well, there may have been a little bet going on.

Robyn...

Thanks a lot. Cheers, mate.

I shouldn't have taken her there today.

Maybe today just shouldn't have happened.

Looking for someone to blame is only going to make everything worse.

The only person at fault in this whole thing is Stephanie Sims.

She was the one that ran you off the road.

I tried going after her and look where that got me.

Nowhere.

She's a good doctor, Elle.

And this is going to destroy her.

That's not right, and you know it.

And trying to make this a personal thing between you and her,

like a crusade... Though, it's not too late.

You can go back to the hearing, you can say... What?

You're the one that called Sam, aren't you?

What else was I supposed to do?

Connie!

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Touch my coffee and you're a dead man.

I was only trying to help, you know?

Say what you want, but a day with baby Alice...

I never thought I'd say this, but you are talking way too much.

The bet...

It was just a bit of fun.

Of course, and I'd understand, wouldn't I?

Cos I'm the fun one, the silly one, the one who has to be

everyone's friend, the one who can't even look after a fake baby.

What chance have I got with the real thing?

She just took off, not in a good place.

And Connie in a bad place,

when she feels like she's got nothing to lose - she's lethal.

Mrs Beauchamp.

How's your daughter?

She's in theatre.

And you're here?

Her father's with her.

I see.

So you've, um...come to finish what you started.

Deliver the killer blow.

-ELEVATOR:

-'Doors opening.'

You're kicking me in the face, and it's really not nice.

I just need your help. Oh, no!

Get the stiletto out of my eye!

Give me back my power-pack.

Right. Let's try to resume from where we left off.

Actually...

..let's not resume.

The reason I'm here, the only reason I'm here today,

is my daughter Grace.

She is in theatre as we speak...

..having her carotid artery put back together,

a perilous enough procedure,

and one that could have been worse

if it were not for Dr Gardner.

I blamed her for taking my little girl away from me...

and I now acknowledge that was motivated by grief...and anger.

But today...

..she gave my daughter back to me.

I was wrong about her.

Peace offering?

But there's also this.

The guys felt really bad so they put all the sweepstake money

together to get you a little present.

A spa day?

I know you're scared...

but you don't have to do this on your own.

We're all here to help.

I could say the same to you, you know.

Sure.

Sure? So, you'll see someone? About your medication?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yes. I'll make sure I talk to someone.

Ah. Are we forgiven?

This is very expensive.

Just how many other people were in on this?

Actually, I don't want to know.

Best policy!

She what?

Elle just called me. Apparently, she's retracted it all.

They've adjourned for today,

but word is it'll probably all come to nothing now.

Well, that calls for a celebration drink.

Connie Beauchamp. Never a dull moment.

No. Never.

Good luck, Mrs Beauchamp. I hope Grace gets better soon.

Thank you.

Dr Gardner?

How's Grace?

She's in recovery. I'm on my way to see her now.

Please make no mistake - I would have intubated.

But you're a good doctor - a great doctor.

But I'm no clinical lead.

I'm seeing Hanssen tomorrow morning.

I came back into medicine for the patients.

As for the rest of it, oh... It's all yours.

Holby City Hospital, please.

Holby City Hospital, please.

I'd like to request a visiting order, please.

Stephanie Sims.