Break Point Casualty

-How are you?

-Hey, you coming in or what?

We found him lying in there with tubes sticking out of him.

I am truly sorry.

Hey, let's get some air, OK?

PHONE RINGS

You still at work? I think Scott is definitely after you, all right?

THEY GROAN

Cal, can you hear me?

He is bleeding out. I can't feel a pulse.

He has arrested.

PHONE RINGS

AMBULANCE SIREN WAILS

How's he doing?

More worried about how everyone else is doing, naturally.

Yeah.

-Looks like the forensics have finished.

-Right.

Well, we better get inside.

Yeah.

Elle's taken the day off, so we're two doctors down.

She's taken the day off? Today?

She'll want to be with her boys.

I had better rally the troops...

With everything that they are going through you want to remind

them now that their jobs are under threat?

Look, what happened was a tragedy, I understand that,

but it doesn't change anything within the NHS.

You know, compared to some A&Es, things could be a lot worse.

Right. Is that what I'm going to tell Dr Hardy

and the rest of the staff?

If they can't grasp the concept of the bigger picture, you will just

tell them that my hands are tied.

Shame there's not a noose at the other end.

That is a little inappropriate, considering the circumstances.

Oh, now you find a heart?

You know, believe it or not, Dr Knight and I, we may have had our

differences, but don't think this hasn't affected me too, you know.

WHISTLE BLOWS

WHISTLE BLOWS AGAIN

Last warning. In the corner.

-Oh, ref!

-In the corner, ten minutes.

BOYS JEER

Hey, are you all right?

-You getting a bit tired?

-I'm OK.

-They're not bothering you, are they, those teenagers?

-No, no.

I need one minute, what's the problem?

-I told you that there's a school coming in.

-Move.

Oh, what are you doing?

All right, all right, I'm going, I'm going, yeah?

The trust have asked me to remind you

to review the standard safety procedures.

Copies will be left in the staff room.

So, what, that's it?

Cal's murdered and all we get is a copy of the emergency action plan?

I have also been asked to inform you that should any of you see fit,

stab-proof clothing will be supplied.

Bit late for that, isn't it?

It is a second layer of protection.

Or a barrier between us and the patient.

But also that should any of you need to talk about what's happened,

then of course we will arrange that.

Please, don't hesitate to ask.

I'd like to echo that

and say that my office door will be open to anyone, any time.

Bit of a coincidence,

this happening the same day those Neo-Nazi thugs were hanging around.

-Yeah.

-Need I remind you there's an ongoing police investigation?

We need to remain objective - comments like that, Louise,

are not constructive.

Connie's absolutely right.

We have to let the police get on with their job

and we get on with ours.

So no vigilantes today, folks.

Today - we make Cal proud.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

Well, if you won't take my cig, at least take my number?

SHE LAUGHS

-Yeah, all right, then.

-Yeah?

Yeah. Here you go.

Pool shuts at seven. You should come back...

-I might do.

-I'll show you the steam room.

-Well, it's just a room, actually, but we can make it steamy.

-Steamy!

Oh, here comes trouble.

GIRLS: Hi, Craig.

-MIMICS DARTH VADER:

-You are a member of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor.

MAKES LIGHTSABER SOUNDS

HE GROANS COMICALLY

Go on, get in there!

Last one to get changed doesn't get any arm bands.

Run!

SHE SCREAMS

Ethan?

I've been so worried about you.

I've been trying to call you. What are you doing here?

I'm going to work.

Do you think that is wise?

Have you told Mrs Beauchamp that you're coming in?

She's hardly going to throw the book at me today, is she?

Famous last words.

I've got a voicemail...from Cal.

OK, and what does it say?

You haven't listened to it?

Famous last words.

Not sure I'm ready to hear them yet.

OK. Well...

Can we...can we just go inside?

Dr Hardy.

So sorry for your loss, mate.

Here he is.

Are you here to work?

I did say it probably isn't the best idea.

Alicia's right. We can hold the fort until you're ready.

What would you like to do, Ethan?

I'd like to treat some patients.

That we can do.

SIREN WHOOPS

Everyone step back, please.

Hello, mate.

Must have got my foot caught on the pedal...

My name's Jez. Just stay nice and still for me, please.

-I am just going to secure your head.

-PATIENT GASPS

You're fine, you're fine.

All right.

Everybody away from the vehicle, please.

People always see sparks the first time they meet me.

You better not be flirting with me when I've just been hit by a car.

He's got a voicemail from Cal.

Is that right?

He doesn't want to listen to it...

I don't know how to do this, Charlie.

No, you're doing fine.

Dr Hardy? Perhaps we could talk in my office,

about an appropriate time for you to return to work.

No time like the present.

OK, I appreciate you may feel like that.

If it's all right with you,

I'd really like to get on with some work.

You have to understand, the welfare of the patients has to be priority.

If I can't cope you can put me in the relatives' room,

give me a puzzle. Call it occupational therapy.

OK, the first sign of struggle, you come to me. You understand?

It's good to have you back.

-Mrs Beauchamp?

-Yes.

Was it Dylan that found Cal?

Yes. Dr Keogh was with him throughout.

I need to thank him. Thank you.

MAN GROANS

We need to shift this car, boss.

Well observed, Einstein. Fire boys are here now.

Mate, how did you...?

Not even my nan drives like that...

Listen, you just keep breathing on that, nice and easy.

Right, I will give this lot the lowdown and get a frac-pack.

Incoming RTC...

I'm...

I'm with a patient at the moment.

Right, this is Craig Heywood, 24 years old,

at 10:30am he was hit by a car and trapped underneath.

It really was an accident.

Yeah, well, I hope you're fully comp, pal.

Airway's clear, then.

Bruising to his abdomen. Query fractured left ankle.

He wasn't KO'd.

Shouldn't you be taking it easy and start on minors first?

-No, could you go with Jacob, please?

-I could do with a hand.

Resps 16, given him ten of morphine and ten of metoclopramide.

CONVERSATION FADES, HEART BEATING

HIGH-PITCHED BEEP

When you're ready you can move yourself across.

Well, I guess we don't have to ask what you do for a living.

Lifeguard by day,

hero who pushes people out the way of moving cars by, er...

later that day?

HE GROANS

Does it hurt?

Ankle's worse.

These abs could bend a knife.

OK, let's get him booked in for a trauma CT, please, Charlie.

And we'll need an X-ray for the leg as soon as possible.

Right, he's going to have a bit of a wait.

There is quite a queue.

Well, when isn't there, eh?

MAN GROANS

Jack Woodfield, 29,

injured his testicles while playing catch with his dog...

About 45 minutes ago. Resps 24. Pulse 110, BP 135/80, sats 96%.

And he's in a lot of pain.

Yes, I should say so. What breed of dog?

Oh, don't worry about it.

OK, Mr Woodfield, I'm going to have a look at your scrotum, then.

But we've only just met, Doctor.

He is very droll.

Louise, can you help him off with his trousers?

Can't we turn the heating up before you start ripping me kecks off?

Shrinkage is real.

-Are you drunk?

-Would it be a problem if I was?

Well, if the sun's not yet past the yardarm and you have alcohol

in your blood system, then, yes,

I would hazard a guess that the answer is yes.

Or maybe I've got blood in my alcohol system.

Ever think of it that way round?

HE CONTINUES GROANING

Not had this many people checking out the old crown jewels

at the same time for a while.

Just kidding. I ain't into threesomes.

If I wanted to disappoint two people at the same time

I'd have dinner with my parents.

OK, well, I don't have to tell you that your testicles are

swollen and tender.

We'll send you for an ultrasound to see what is going on

but you may have ruptured one of them.

Ruptured? Is that a thing?

Yes.

A tear or a rip in the tunica albuginea

can easily extrude to the testicular contents.

It can be quite painful, so I'm told.

OK, ten milligrams of morphine, then, please,

and a scrotal ultrasound. Thanks, Louise.

At least a 20-minute wait for the CT, I'm afraid.

It's a good job we don't work in an emergency department, isn't it(?)

You sure I'm not going to drop down dead or something?

Well, the wait isn't ideal but your condition is stable.

And we have no real cause for alarm, honestly,

isn't that right, Dr Hardy?

Not at the moment.

So, it's not every day someone tries to park a car on you, is it?

First week back, an' all.

Think something's trying to tell me to change career.

When can I go home?

I might have a date later, if you catch my drift.

All right. I'll see what we can do.

I'm not an orthopaedic surgeon,

but there's a high chance that you've fractured your ankle.

Um, Ethan?

Charlie, if you are about to ask, "How you holding up?"

or any derivative thereof, please don't. I'm fine.

The scan shows that there's no free fluid, despite the tenderness.

So while we wait for the CT we're going to get your ankle X-rayed.

OK?

Sorry. OK.

I managed to go a few minutes without thinking...

I need to do this, Charlie.

Alicia told me about the voicemail.

Ethan...

Yes, I know.

Come on, we can use my office.

OK.

-GROANING:

-I don't care what no woman says.

Childbirth ain't got nothing on this.

You should try delivering a baby.

It's like being in a Tarantino film.

They read you your last rites?

He's been kicked in the balls, Max, I don't get the big deal.

It's a pain like no other, Louise.

Starts down there, travels up there, and gets stuck around there.

I was kicked in the nuts once.

-Thought life would never be the same again.

-Just the once?

You want to see the other fella. Coward.

So, you weren't playing with your dog?

OK, Mr Woodfield, the ultrasound shows that you have a mass on your scrotum.

Should be two, shouldn't there?

Well, it's probably just a haematoma,

which is a collection of blood caused by the trauma to the scrotum.

But we'll run a few more tests to be sure.

So, Louise, can we do a full blood count, please,

and then testicular cancer markers, LDH, HCG and AFP? OK?

Skip the cancer markers, eh?

Well, you're meant to be up against it, ain't you?

I don't want to be a burden.

Quite so, but if it's all the same to you,

I'd like to keep my professional integrity intact, so...

Louise, can you let me know when the bloods come back, please?

KNOCK AT DOOR

I told her you were ready...

Do you know what? It's probably nothing.

Yeah, probably.

Probably asking you to get milk...

Or telling me about some girl he's bringing back.

'Ethan, how many times, all right?

'That voicemail is not funny.

'Listen, are you still at work?

'Cos I think Scott is definitely after you, all right? So just...

'Just let me know you're OK. All right, just be in touch, yeah?

'OK.'

PHONE BEEPS

We have to give the police this information.

Ethan?

Who is your family liaison officer?

Er, PC Wilkinson.

It should have been me.

We don't know anything yet.

You heard him.

Charlie, it should have been me.

-You all right?

-Hmm.

Ethan, nobody could have predicted this.

Well, my brother did.

And now he's dead.

And do you know what's worse?

As he lay dying in the street...

we were round the corner, in the pub...

You can't think like that.

-..sneaking about...

-Ethan, don't punish yourself.

I turned my phone off, Alicia.

Why did I turn my phone off?

I think I'm going to be sick...

HE RETCHES AND VOMITS

OK, Officer, thank you.

If there's any sign of the Ellisson family,

please let me know straight away.

Why, what's happened?

We have very good reason to believe that Scott Ellisson was

responsible for the attack on Cal.

What makes you say that?

CHARLIE SIGHS

Cal left a voicemail for Ethan

warning him that Scott might be after him.

The police are on their way, but I don't want anybody doing

anything that might jeopardise his arrest.

Please promise me that you'll all keep your cool.

PHONE VIBRATES

Told you.

Louise, it's just circumstantial.

Doesn't mean they can pin anything on him.

You did meet them, didn't you? The violent, racist xenophobes?

Hey, Mickey's cool, though, isn't he?

Yeah, well, eyes off, you.

You just concentrate on that bit of tail you're chasing tonight.

Didn't take you long.

Thanks, boss.

3006, receiving.

I, um, better...

Yeah.

I take it the police have spoken to you, Mr Galloway?

Don't worry, I won't be doing a runner. How he's doing?

Can't discuss other patients. Sorry.

No. No, I just want to talk to him.

Tell him I'm sorry, one more time.

Wait here.

You're a good man.

I'm really not.

Mr Galloway's outside.

He said he'd really love to have a word with you.

Look, mate, you don't have to keep apologising, accidents happen.

No harm done. Well, not much.

I could have killed you. And those kids. If you hadn't...

Not all superheroes wear capes.

Don't I know you?

You're that girl's dad.

"That girl"?

That girl.

I want you to say you're sorry.

-No, I just want to hear him say it.

-Let's calm it down a bit.

You owe it to me. You owe me those words.

I owe you sweet FA, pal. You were at the inquest - you heard what the coroner said.

Listen, I've asked you to calm down. Don't make me ask again.

-I have nothing to say sorry for.

-You two know each other?

OK, I am going to call security.

No, there's no need for that. I'm going...

No, no, you're not going anywhere. The police will want a word.

Yes, right, like they're ever any help(!)

Change the record, Mr Galloway.

Change the record? My daughter is dead because of you!

All right, all right, all right.

Outside, outside now.

Hang on, are you sure you're the man to calm him down?

I'll go.

What? You sure?

Yes. The X-ray shows there's no dislocation or fracture.

So take it out of the splint and assess the damage.

Mr Woodfield. OK, we've had your bloods back.

Had you noticed any unusual lumps or swellings down there before today?

Did you think to get them checked out?

Mum always said I was like an ostrich.

Well, I don't have to tell you the ramifications of taking that

approach with your medical wellbeing.

Get off your pedestal, pal.

I went to the GP - I got a referral.

I just never made it to the appointment.

Sorry, let me stop you there. You got a referral?

Got a lump on my balls. Do you blame me?

People die in this building - every day, as a rule.

And I would suggest that 99% of them would rather not.

Guess that puts me in the 1% club, then.

I might further suggest that most of those people, given

a further lease of life, wouldn't spend it getting drunk before lunch.

Like I said, I bury my head in the sand. Always have.

Well, maybe that's not good enough!

If you care so little about your life,

then perhaps you can enlighten me

as to why I'm wasting my time trying to save it.

Sorry about him. It's been a tough few days for us here.

Did you know him?

What was he like?

Like a brother.

My daughter, Amy.

She was noisy.

Always sounded like there was ten of her upstairs.

Sometimes there was. She had a lot of friends.

She sounds like a lovely girl.

I bet you'd do whatever you could,

to see who did this get what they deserve.

I'd do anything to have him back.

How is it that he can just carry on like normal?

I mean, how is that fair?

I'm struggling to see how anything's fair at the moment.

What happened?

With your daughter?

She drowned.

'It wasn't my fault, I swear.'

The Coroner said so himself - no corporate or personal

failings led to her death.

Case closed.

Yes, but not for him it isn't.

It was the end of the night.

I was doing the usual close-down routine.

Clean the changing rooms, pack the floats away...

Put the pool cover on.

You can't really blame him for kicking off, though, can you?

She shouldn't have been in the building.

We were closed.

'He's lying about something.'

He has been since day one.

Is it too much, just to want to know the truth?

I suppose it depends what the truth is.

People keep saying to me - "Oh, she's in a better place now."

I just stare at them.

I mean, come on, really?

A better place?

Better than here, with her dad?

"Things will get better..."

That's what I keep getting.

Any ideas when?

Everything OK?

Yeah, as OK as you can be when you're grieving for your daughter.

He's not the only one who suffered.

-You're not serious?

-Ethan...

He was obsessed. He just had to pin it on somebody...

Not nice having your name dragged through the mud.

The man lost his daughter - you could at least say sorry.

No way. The solicitor said that's the worst thing I could do.

Look, the world's a crappy place,

sometimes bad things happen and it's not always somebody's fault.

Way of the world, mate.

HE CHEERS

Girl's got skills.

I couldn't do it again if you paid me.

Sorry about earlier. I'll gob in Iain's tea later.

That's disgusting.

So, do you like this girl or guy?

I guess.

So, why's your face like that, then?

Just not fair, is it?

You meet a guy you like...

and it turns out his family are a bunch of murderous racists.

-Mickey Ellisson?!

-All right, keep it down.

Are you mental? After what his brother did?

Exactly, what his brother did.

If you're looking for an easy lay, why don't you just get an app?

I am not... I kind of like this one.

Cal is dead, Jez. Why don't you understand that?

Obviously, I understand that.

He was a good guy and it's sad, I mean really sad.

But I...

I don't know what to say.

We are a family here. I'm just looking out for you.

Yeah? Well, I didn't ask you to, all right?

MESSAGE ALERT

I've just received an e-mail.

Modern technology. Amazing, isn't it?

Informing me of the process of reapplying for my own job.

Imagine the uproar if I made you exempt from the process.

-I'm Clinical Lead.

-Surely you're confident enough in your ability

to hold your position, Mrs Beauchamp.

Ah!

There's my favourite surgeon.

I thought George Clooney was your favourite surgeon.

Ahh, Dr Douglas Ross, yes.

But you're a very close second, I'll give you that.

Dinner's on me tonight.

Lovely, what culinary delights do we have?

Pizza? Home-made, obviously.

You do like pizza, don't you, Mum?

-I think that is called a Freudian slip.

-Hmm?

Sorry, Craig's notes.

He was admitted a few months ago with a GI bleed.

Right.

Caused by non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs

interacting with...fluoxetine?

He's been taking anti-depressants?

Seems the tough-nut act is exactly that - it's an act.

Craig, why didn't you tell us you were taking anti-depressants?

Easier when people think you don't care. They bother you less.

You seemed OK about everything.

Obviously not.

Please, can I go now?

Not hanging around, then?

I'd rather stick a needle in my eye.

Well, we have got plenty of needles so you're halfway there.

So, you're not going to try and stop me, then?

We have enough of a job on trying to treat

the patients who want to be here. The door's that way.

So, you're not going to try and stop him?

I have no burning desire to keep him here. Do you?

Dylan, he's probably got cancer.

And we'll just be the latest in a long line of clinicians

he chooses to ignore.

Patient in bay four requires analgesia and discharging.

I could really do with a win today.

Well, I'd suggest a change of career because I don't think we do

a great line in happy endings here.

We're supposed to make him feel better.

It's my job to treat and diagnose,

and that man wouldn't let me do either.

I will remember that there is an art to medicine as well as science,

and that warmth, sympathy and understanding will outweigh

the surgeon's knife and the chemist's drug.

Yes, I know the Hippocratic oath. Dylan, he is scared.

He's scared, helpless and a bloke.

Do you blame him for putting up a front?

Hang on. That's not right.

Mrs Beauchamp, can I borrow you?

It looks like a mesenteric haematoma.

Yes, it's caused by a contusion to the small bowel.

OK, good spot, Dr Hardy.

Get the patient to HDU for regular obs

and then refer them to the surgeons. Well done.

Have you seen Craig Heywood?

-Patient gone walkabout? If I had a penny...

-I really need to find him.

HE GROANS

Iain, Craig Heywood, the lifeguard you brought in earlier...

A section of his small bowel could be about to rupture.

And he's discharged himself.

Sorry, mate, that sounds like one for the police.

Iain's right. Let's get the police to find him.

We don't even know where he's gone.

Well, he did say before that he left his phone at the pool.

So I reckon he must have gone back there.

OK. Please, I could really do

without another death on my conscience today.

Yeah.

3006 to control, responding to a running call. Over.

Thank you. Let's go.

Ethan, how are you doing?

I understand you have got some new information for us.

-Yes, I'm afraid it is going to have to wait.

-I don't think it can.

-Charlie...

-This isn't going to go away.

If we're going to do this, we need to go now.

-OK, can you just bring him back, please?

-OK.

Shall we go somewhere quiet?

My office.

You've got your bad-news face on again.

This is just my face.

-Mr Woodfield... What is your first name?

-Jack.

Jack, I'm afraid that the blood tests confirm what we

suspected from the ultrasound.

The markers suggest a malignancy - so that's testicular cancer.

This where you say, "I told you so"?

No. This is where I apologise.

So am I going to be, you know,

meat and ONE veg?

Owing to the size of the lump, I'd say that's a distinct possibility.

Great, now I've got even less going on for me down there.

You understand, don't you, the severity of the diagnosis?

-Do you think I'm stupid?

-No, I didn't say that.

What's not to get?

I'm pushing 30, I got no job, my girlfriend left

me for her second cousin and now I'm joining Hitler in the one-ball club.

Every cloud, yeah, ain't that what they say?

On the other hand, you are also joining the likes of

Lance Armstrong, Napoleon, if that is your thing,

Tupac.

Great. And look what they've achieved.

I have always fancied going to the moon.

I think that was Neil Armstrong.

See? I can't even get that right.

Jack, Jack, now this didn't happen playing with your dog.

I was down my local.

Got overeager with this bird at the bar.

Such an idiot.

She wasn't even fit.

She booted you, did she, in the groin?

Figured I better give it one more shot.

Before bits of it start dropping off.

I can assure you that's not going to happen.

I don't know how to deal with this.

Well, you know what you're facing now. That's half the battle.

I'm terrified.

Like, proper, proper terrified.

Well, we'll refer you to the urologists today.

And they'll want to talk about the next steps with the oncologists.

I could come with you. If that is what you want.

-Would you?

-Yeah.

That sort of thing is probably best left to the nurses.

The "Scott" Caleb identifies. You think that is Scott Ellisson?

I don't... Who else could it be?

I understand emotions were running high after the strike...

You just heard what Cal said.

Yes, but why you? Why would the Ellissons be after you?

Isn't that your job, to find out?

-I'm just trying to help work out what happened to Caleb.

-It's Cal!

I'm sorry. I haven't slept very much.

I kicked them out of resus.

The whole family.

Things had been getting a bit tense.

But before I was able to tell them that Roy, Mr Ellisson, had died,

they saw him. On the table.

Nobody should have to see that.

Can you remember where you were

when your brother left that voicemail?

Yes, I was in the pub... with Alicia Munroe.

Is that your partner?

She's a colleague.

What happens now?

Well, based on the information you've just given me, we can bring Mr Ellisson in for questioning...

but I'll need to take your phone as evidence.

It doesn't mean we've got him. But it's a start.

Sorry, what's that?

We were at the Coroner's Office when you called.

It's, er, Cal's personal effects.

I was going to bring them later, but seeing as we were here...

The rest of his things will be returned in due course.

I promise, we will do all we can to catch who did this.

HE GROANS

What are you, the Terminator?

Do you know what it feels like to drown?

I do.

See, I've studied it quite a lot, actually.

See, the urge to breathe is so strong...

..it overcomes the agony of having no air in your lungs.

They call it the break point.

The moment when you can bear no more.

So you let the water in.

It chokes you - sends your whole body into spasm.

Fully conscious, don't forget.

And the more you struggle, the worse it gets.

Look, why don't we go for a drink?

We can put this whole thing to bed...

You know, the break point for most people is 87 seconds.

Let's see how long you last, shall we?

I think Jacob's got a punchbag in his garage.

That might hurt your hand a little bit less.

Ethan, we are very sorry for your loss.

Cal was a good man and a fine doctor.

Why does everyone keep talking about him like he was some kind of hero?

You know, he was the bane of my life, and then

he goes and pulls it out the bag at the end by taking a knife for me.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

Grieving doesn't come with a set of rules.

I think your reaction's very human.

Was he in any pain?

Well, your brother's injuries were catastrophic.

You know, if we'd had more time...

I mean, could he talk? Was he conscious?

I'm not sure now is the best time for this conversation.

Please, I need to know.

He was unconscious when I found him.

And he wasn't in any pain.

We made him as comfortable as we could.

HE BREATHES RAPIDLY

Please. Let me go.

Two little words. That's all I want.

Right, the pool's through this way.

Hey, mate! You don't want to do this!

Go and see if there is another way in.

If you untie me now, I won't tell anyone. I swear.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Just step away from the chair.

We can talk about this.

No, the only talking we're doing is him telling me the truth.

Please, we need to get him back to hospital.

Well, he'd better start talking!

Please, John, he's scared.

He's not well.

Amy must have been terrified under that cover.

Now he's going to find out how she felt.

OK, OK...

I'm sorry.

It was raining.

Freezing outside.

She asked if she could stay in the warm.

You knew she was here?

Where were you, then?

In the changing rooms...

with a girl.

OK, OK, we've got the truth, so let's untie him...

My little girl died because you were getting your leg over?

It was my fault.

It's all my fault!

Is this what Amy would have wanted?

To see her dad go to prison?

I've relived that day, over and over and over and over.

If he'd told me the truth...

You're not a murderer, John. You're not.

But that's what people are going to remember you for.

Even if I was by the poolside, it wouldn't have made a difference.

Well, let's see about that, shall we?

It's too late, John, it's too late.

Jez, you all right, Jez?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. It's OK, you're fine.

This is Craig Heywood, 24,

he was taken hostage and tied to a chair about half an hour ago.

He's got severe abdominal pains. Minor facial lacerations.

Bay three, please.

Brief loss of consciousness,

but his GCS is now 14 with liquids and oxygen.

Pulse 110 and thready, BP 100/80, sats 100%. Resps 32.

All right, Craig you know the drill, buddy.

Wiggle yourself across nice and steady.

-Did you say hostage?

-Yes.

Mr Galloway literally went Reservoir Dogs style on him.

A full trauma survey, straight away, please.

Airway's clear.

Let's get rid of those clothes and start a fresh set of obs.

I'll call for the first two units of blood.

Craig, we think the car crash this morning

has damaged part of your small bowel.

OK? And a section of it now has a restricted blood supply

which, if it perforates, could put your life at risk.

I don't want to die...

I promise, I won't let that happen, OK?

Let's get him stabilised down here. I'm going to update the surgeons.

Turns out John was right to hold a grudge.

How do you mean?

Took his eye off the ball, didn't he?

Kid's been lying ever since.

Careful, if the wind changes your face will stay like that.

Is that what happened to you?

Right, I'll catch you up.

A few of us are going to the pub.

Having a drink, for Cal. You in?

I want to but I'm just not in the mood.

If you're meeting Mickey, just say. I'm a big girl.

What, and risk the Holby mafia putting a horse's head in my bed?

You really like him, don't you?

Well, you know, he is the first guy I've met who thinks RuPaul's

Drag Race is a Top Gear spin-off.

Call him, then.

I deleted his number. Don't hang about, do I?

Anyway, do me a favour.

Raise a glass to Cal for me.

And 100 mils of 8.4% sodium bicarbonate, stat.

Can we get some more Hartman's

-and IV antibiotics into him, as well, please?

-Yeah.

One of the paramedics told me about what happened at the pool.

So the police will be along shortly to take a statement.

You know, all that man wanted was the truth.

-Hasn't brought her back, though, has it?

-That's not the point.

I've already got a life sentence.

How does it help anyone if I serve it behind bars?

You aware how selfish that sounds?

I've told him the truth, haven't I?

And that doesn't ease your conscience at all?

Knowing that her father may finally get some peace?

He won't, though, will he?

She's still dead.

Now I'll just have even more time to dwell on it.

Craig's alive.

I gather he told you what happened to your daughter.

Why do you think I tried to push him in?

I thought you wanted justice.

And it was almost served.

But you'd already got the truth.

This wasn't about justice, it was about revenge.

John, did you mean it outside,

when you said it doesn't get any better?

Do I look like a man at peace with himself?

ENGINE STARTS

ENGINE REVS, TYRES SQUEAL

Louise, I'm not in for surprises.

But if you're in the boardroom wearing nothing but a smile...

You should be so lucky.

Mickey, what's going on?

Well, Noel ain't changed his password for eight years.

So I looked him up.

I'll leave you two to it, then.

He didn't do it, Jez.

That's his problem.

I don't want him, I want you.

I'm guessing my name's mud around here.

What, because the bisexual, mixed-race paramedic

is going to go down like a house on fire at your place?

Yeah, that's a good point.

Just call us...Romeo and Julian.

It's weird, not seeing Cal propping up the bar.

Or a blonde...

Doesn't feel right to be drinking.

Try being pregnant for months on end.

I'm having a cider. It's what Cal would have wanted.

Said Mother of the Year Robyn Miller.

To Cal.

To Cal.

Yes, I know, I totally understand that, but...

What's this, a good day to bury bad news?

-Phone, Dr Keogh.

-It is arguable, isn't it, that the events of last week

mightn't have happened if you hadn't been so keen

-to appease the pen pushers upstairs?

-Can you hold the line?

If you want to voice your concerns you can do that in writing, but I

think you'll find it is a completely fair and transparent process.

No, I think you will find the only thing that is transparent

is your total lack of compassion. You have blood on your hands,

Mr Strachan. I hope you realise that.

And you have too much time on yours, Dr Keogh.

Yeah, and so do you now.

I could have killed you.

You didn't.

Where were you going?

SIREN WHOOPS

He told me I should be with you.

It's OK.

I understand.

It turns out he wasn't always having me on.

It's just me, Alicia.

I'm all on my own.

I'm on my own and...

he's not coming back.

And nobody can tell me why.

You're freezing.

Hang on, hang on.

HE LAUGHS

What?

This is his sex blanket.

Is it?

Oh, it is!

What do we do now?

Where do we go from here?

Where else can we go but up?