Somewhere Between Silences - Part One Casualty

I told you to stay out of this!

So, if you want to carry on with this revenge thing

then you are on your own.

What would your family say if they knew that you two were together?

How on earth am I ever going to tick that box?

I think we should do it - the refuge run for Cal.

Knights to the rescue.

Shut up.

Scott.

SHE SPEAKS PERSIAN

Stay up here.

Call the police.

Get out!

Get out of my shop!

Move!

MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTS, REVS

Armen!

No...

No, it wasn't me...

Come on!

Get on! Help!

Somebody, please, help us!

Somebody, please, help!

Cheers, mate. Ta.

I'll catch you up, yeah?

You've been avoiding me.

No, I just haven't seen Mickey for a couple of days, that's all.

Right.

I hope he's not in any trouble.

He's been keeping his head down.

You made a promise, Jez.

Look, if I find out Scott's been up to anything,

you'll be the first to know, all right?

So, I was thinking of setting up a recycling point

where people can, like, donate their old clothes.

Yeah, well...

how about we start the ball rolling with this?

Don't be surprised if they send it back.

Oh, yes - and what exactly have you been contributing?

I have taken charge of some very serious fundraising...

Since when?

This lunch time - speed-dating event.

Lunchtime?

It's perfect for busy, sad, singletons - like yourselves.

All proceeds go to Knights to the Rescue.

Minus my overheads, obviously.

Oh! Thought there'd be something in it for you.

I'm assuming I can count on your support -

bearing in mind it's for charity.

Come on, it'll take your mind off...

Never mind.

Wait, what? What've I missed?

Nothing.

Oh, and I'm not sure the ED can spare me, so...

Anyway.

?10 a ticket. Includes a soft drink on entry.

Max! Max, it's my first day...back.

Oh, come...come on, it'll be a week at the most.

No.

I hate the French,

and, well, I couldn't leave the dog for a week, anyway.

Charlie or Duffy could take care of her.

SHE RETCHES

OK, can we get 10mg of metoclopramide, please,

and a litre of saline?

Some, er...vomitus, there, needs cleaning up.

Yeah, I'll be there now, in a minute!

Ooh...

You could crack nuts with those buttocks...

Something firm to grab hold of.

Current admissions. We're filling up fast.

Right, yeah, thank you.

SIREN BLARES

POLICE RADIO: In pursuit of two off-road bikes.

Turning right, right, off the Broadwick roundabout,

first exit onto the Wastelands.

Speed 40, that's four-zero, miles per hour.

Road conditions are slippy.

Agh...

Come on, this way. We can still lose them.

Ambulance to scene. We need medical backup.

Another hopeless romantic.

Sorry? Speed dating. This lunchtime.

Come on! Places are filling up fast.

Really? Mm.

Attractive, available women, with only one thing on their mind...

Who else has signed up?

So far?

Well, there's me...

Noel. Dylan? Er, no.

Come on! Only ?10 a ticket.

I'll give you a hundred if you go away. OK.

You... You did promise that you'd help me tick my love box.

I'd be talking to strangers - I don't want to do that.

You do that every day!

Come on - an hour in the pub,

and I promise I'll never mention France again.

Yeah, all right, whatever.

Exciting!

Hah! Good man, Dylan! Good man.

You're scraping the bottom of the barrel with them two, aren't you?

Yeah, well, the less competition we have, the better.

Ah! Clever!

Here - drum up some business.

No mingers. No mingers.

Right, then, my lovely, that's me done.

Thank you, Pam.

Two, three, four, five...

Ooh...

What's that, then?

Can you hear me?

He's still unresponsive.

Right, we could be looking at an intracranial bleed.

So let's get him to the ED, sharpish.

SIREN BLARES

Heart rate's 120. BP's dropped.

Once I pass these potholes I can get a move on...

MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY He's arrested. PEA.

3006 to Control.

Go ahead.

Patient now in cardiac arrest. Can you let Holby ED know, please?

Hi.

Hi.

Grace's physio appointment this afternoon...

Yep, I'll be taking her there myself

once I've done this presentation to the board meeting.

I thought we could go together.

What, and play happy families?

We did a pretty good job of that last week.

Last week was a mistake.

It was a...temporary lapse in judgment.

Oh...

What, so we just pretend it never happened, right?

Sorry to interrupt.

RTC on the way in.

Serious head injury now arrested.

ETA about four minutes.

OK, I'll be right out.

Let's keep this professional. For Grace's sake.

Mm-hm.

Oi, Tara! Wait up!

You all right, or what?

Late for work.

Oh, then another five minutes won't matter.

Speed dating, this lunchtime, over in the pub.

Well, I can't go on my own, now, can I?

It's really not my thing.

Oh, come on, we could do with a laugh.

You might even bag yourself a doctor.

I've got my eye on one already.

Some other time.

Oh, well, suit yourself. Your loss.

I'm going to blow my hard-earned on some nails and a blow dry.

Unknown male, early 20s.

At approximately eight o'clock this morning,

came off his bike at speed following a police pursuit.

OK, he's hooked.

Helmet significantly damaged.

He was unconscious on our arrival.

Query fractured left femur, tib and fib.

Query fractured pelvis - we've applied a sling.

Query internal bleeding. GCS 9, BP 100/70.

Robyn! Pulse 120, sats 92%.

Resus 2.

He arrested five minutes ago. ECG showing PEA.

He's had 500ml of saline and 1ml of adrenaline.

Let's activate the major haemorrhage protocol.

We need to exclude a tension

and decompress the chest bilaterally.

On three. Ready.

This is Mr Petrossian. Assaulted during a robbery at his shop.

Head injury - initially KO'd, but now his GCS is 15.

OK.

Hi, I'm Dr Hardy. How are you feeling?

I just need to get back to my customers.

Well, we just need to check you over. Run a few tests.

How long did your husband lose consciousness for?

A minute, maybe more.

Seemed like a lifetime.

There's some bruising around the point of impact.

Any nausea, dizziness, blurred vision?

Just a headache.

OK. Let's start with a gram of oral paracetamol,

and we'll need a head CT, as well, please.

They trashed it.

Smashed everything to pieces.

Racists.

Try and keep calm.

Why won't they leave us in peace?

SHE SPEAKS PERSIAN

Hiding their faces with motorcycle helmets.

Cowards, you see.

All right, hold fire, there. Pulse check.

Still asystolic...

Right, let's do another round.

Continue CPR. Let's have 1 milligram of adrenaline.

He's been asystolic for 20 minutes. No response.

I am aware of that.

He's had six units of blood and FFP...

and his lactate is nine.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

All right, I'm going to call it.

That's it, Robyn, don't worry.

Time of death 9:27.

Can someone call the coroner and alert the police, please?

OK, thanks, John.

His name was Barry Carr.

Police found his wallet.

Do you want me to see if I can find his next of kin?

No - if a crime's been committed then the police will see to that.

There has, apparently.

A break-in. Three guys smashed up a shop and assaulted the owner.

And the police were giving chase when he came off his bike.

Which means they'll be all over this.

It seems the deceased had some pretty strong previous -

aggravated racial assault.

What about the other ones?

Well, a witness saw one of them walking away from the crash scene.

Well, we didn't clock anybody, did we? Mm-mm.

Looked in pretty bad shape, apparently.

Ngh...

PHONE RINGS

'Hey, it's Mickey. Leave a message and I will get back to you.'

Mickey, it's Jez. Call me, yeah?

HE GROANS

Special Delivery.

He's pretty messed up, actually.

I think he, er...

I think he came off a motorbike.

Could have been worse.

We had a headless Hells Angel in last week.

I'd hate to have your dreams.

I'll log him in and deal with any follow up.

I don't think we've met.

I'm the new girl. Moved here from Reading.

Can't say I blame you.

What are you doing for lunch?

I thought I'd sample the delights of the canteen salad bar.

That's a bad idea - trust me.

How about this?

Charity speed dating.

OK, you're right, but it is a good way to meet new people.

What makes you so sure I'm young, free and single?

Yeah, I'm just chancing my arm.

Come on! It's got to be better than the company down here.

As enticing as that sounds...

I think I might have my hands full.

OK, well...

I'll leave it there.

It's one o'clock, if you change your mind.

Keep an eye on him for me.

Hi.

The CT scan confirms that you have a basal skull fracture.

All right? So, we would like to keep you under observation

with the neurological team.

What about the shop?

Forget about the shop!

Um.... Excuse me.

There's a police officer waiting to ask you some questions.

I-I didn't see anything.

Well, you'll still need to make a statement. Sooner the better.

Um... My misbaha...

Sorry?

My prayer beads.

I must have dropped them in the ambulance.

Well, I'll check with the paramedics.

Thank you.

If you ask me, she's hiding something.

Sometimes we lose them, buddy.

Dwelling on it ain't going to help.

PHONE RINGS

Mickey?

I need you...

Hello?

Hello, Mickey?

Hello?

What happened to you? It was an accident...

That's all I'm getting?

I've been calling you all day.

I've been worried sick!

Just leave it, will you, Jez?

Right.

Let's get him in, shall we? No, no, no, just patch me up here.

Give me some pain relief or something.

No, Mickey, you need to see a doctor. I can't.

That cut'll need stitches.

His fingers are broken.

Agh!

He needs some care.

HE YELPS IN PAIN

Did you fall off that motorbike?

No.

Why are you lying to me?

It's not how it looks.

What the hell were you thinking?

I was only supposed to be keeping a look out.

We brought the guy in with a fractured skull!

Baz just... He just lost control.

What's going on? I really thought you'd changed.

This was Scott... Agh!

He was testing me -

and I swear he's on to us.

Jez...

If the police find out, I'm finished.

Oh, so now I'm supposed to cover for you?

Did you pick him up?

How's he doing?

Let's get you mended, yeah?

Um, I'd probably describe myself as a bit of a joker.

Happy.

Carefree...

Although I do hate it when people don't take me seriously.

Hobbies.

Well, now that you mention it...

I'm an avid collector of action figures.

Some of them are...rarities...

I...just thought I'd do a bit of a dry run.

Bit of practice.

You only get one chance to impress someone.

I can't wait for it to be over.

Hey, what about you, Dr Chao?

It's only a tenner - that's a cheap date, in my book.

I'd have to spend my lunch hour talking to you.

Well, you might discover something interesting about me.

Somehow I doubt that.

Oh, Noel, um...a word of advice -

leave out the action figures, eh?

Right!

See you later.

SIREN CHIRPS

Couldn't miss out on all the fun?

A girl can change her mind, can't she?

Scrub up pretty well, don't we? Let's get a drink in.

I've got to work this afternoon.

Those stiffs aren't going to notice, are they?!

Right, if you want to cover for him, that's your look out -

but I am not lying for you.

OK, OK, but if anyone asks, you don't know a thing. Trust me.

I'll make sure it stays that way.

Jez, he's up to his neck in all of this.

OK, this is Mickey Ellisson, 23.

Getting to be a home from home, this.

At approximately ten o'clock this morning,

he was involved in an RTC.

Bilateral abrasions. Lacerated scalp.

Query fractures to two of his fingers on his left hand

and also his left ankle.

GCS 15. BP 120/70, pulse 90, and he's had 10 of morphine.

Shuffle over when you're ready.

Ahem, Jez?

I'll tidy up, shall I?

Looks like he's come off a bike.

That's the second person we've admitted this morning.

First one was a fatality.

The less you know, the better.

I'm going to need more than that, Jez.

Just, um, try and keep him out of sight, yeah?

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

SHE SIGHS

Right, can you just put your head forward for me?

Has a neurosurgeon seen this patient?

He's been referred to the registrar on call.

I'll chase them up.

Glucose positive. Cerebrospinal fluid.

All right, this can happen with head injuries.

There was no CSF leak on my initial assessment.

HE VOMITS

MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY Oh...

Right, let's get him onto his side.

Armen?

Suction, please... Yes.

Let's have 4mg lorazepam on standby.

Airway's clear...

Oh! Can you give us room, please?

Let's intubate him and repeat the CT.

He was fine. We were talking.

It's possible the injury has caused some pressure inside the skull.

But he will be OK?

We'll know more when the surgeons have assessed his condition. OK?

All right, you got this? Yes.

I suggest you fast bleep the neurosurgical team.

Armen...

Manam Asma.

Do you know who did this?

I told you. I didn't see anything.

I know you must be frightened.

Of course I'm frightened!

Then you need talk to the police.

OK? They can offer you protection.

He's here...

..in the hospital.

I saw him!

The man who assaulted my husband.

So, your ankle isn't broken, but it's badly sprained.

So, keep that foot elevated, and we'll pack it with some ice.

Do you need to bring me in on this?

No, I think we've got things covered, thanks.

Undisplaced fractures, second and third MCs.

These abrasions look painful.

Like she said, we've got this covered.

Ethan.

Ethan, look, I had no idea that was going down, obviously.

You really expect me to believe that?

Look, if you tip off the police...

they'll find out Mickey was involved.

Then he deserves everything he gets.

He is not like the rest of his family.

Right.

Well, you tell that to Asma, the shopkeeper's wife.

OK? She saw Mickey attack her husband.

He's an Ellisson, Jez. Always will be.

MUSIC: Sex Bomb by Tom Jones

Come on, come on - let's at least arrive with a positive attitude.

Just so that we're clear,

this is psychological coercion - you know that, don't you?

Noel, there are twice as many women as there are men.

Max has rigged this, hasn't he?

OK, ladies, I'll need your e-mail address -

your phone numbers can wait until we get better acquainted.

Looks good. Make sure everyone gets a name badge,

and put those on the tables -

they're good conversation-starters...

Er, while you do what, exactly?

I'll ring the bell.

Oi, I thought I said no mingers.

Well, at least she's brought a friend.

Look at all these losers.

Where are all the real men?

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Oggy, oggy, oggy...

Things are looking up.

Dr Keogh can put a tick in my box any time he's ready.

So, you came.

Looks that way.

Right.

You'll live.

Which is more than can be said for the other guy.

So, you sit tight. I'll be back and strap up your fingers.

Thanks.

That nurse...

I think he's on to me. Yeah?

He's not the only one.

What's that supposed to mean?

The shopkeeper's wife,

she said it was you with the bat in your hand.

You spoke to her?

I had to hear it from Ethan.

No, no, she's got it all wrong. I...

I picked up the bat, I wasn't thinking.

What, and then you lamped him with it? No!

I'll go speak to her. No. You're just going to get yourself arrested.

Well, if that's what it takes...

I don't want you going anywhere near her.

You seriously think I could do that?

It's not the first time you've lied to me.

I swear I didn't touch him.

How am I supposed to trust you

when you can't even be honest with yourself?

He's just through there.

You might want to take a look at that.

Go.

Please, Jez. Just walk away.

Someone you know?

Just the paramedic who brought me in.

This face... is the face of the hospital.

It's the first point of contact in a crisis.

It's quite a responsibility.

Um...

If I was a colour...

I think I'd be...yellow.

Bright, warm, sunny disposition.

Although lately it's been a bit dull...

Single mum, I don't really get out much.

In four words?

Um... A-A-Assertive... Independent...

Easy-going...

Technically, that's...

four words...

LAUGHS: That's the trouble with outsourcing -

you never really get to know the people you work with.

You work in the hospital, do you?

I fight a daily battle against MRSA.

Imagine me in my cleaner's scrubs.

Wet...mop.

I'd rather not, actually, if you don't mind.

Truth be told, I'm still hanging from last night.

Elvis karaoke!

Scream.

I think that's got to be two minutes, hasn't it?

Can somebody ring the bell, please?

As soon as I mention what I do for a living...

"I see dead people". Always seems to put them off.

Maybe it's the smell of embalming fluid.

Shouldn't you be watching the clock?

No. Stars Wars or Star Trek?

Battlestar Galactica.

Last book you read?

Advances In Post Mortem Practices: Learn To Love Your Body.

Do you want to go for a drink tonight?

Just me and you. Somewhere a bit more...

or a bit less...

Saved by the bell.

Where is everybody?

Speed dating over at the pub.

Oh, right.

So that's us picking up the slack, eh?

Oh, we've got this covered.

Yeah.

Unless you want to have a crack at the speed dating, hm?

Oh, will you please stop playing silly beggars

and just wear your glasses?

Thank you.

I trust he's behaving himself?

So far, so good.

One Ellisson was bad enough.

Listen, we're transferring a patient to Resus.

Victim of a serious assault.

So, if you're covering for anybody...

Why would I do that?

No, no, just - as long as my team aren't compromised in any way...

How did you know I was here?

Receptionist rang my mobile. Said they'd brought you in.

I would have called you...

I must have dropped my phone in the chase.

Oh, yeah?

Baz is dead.

Yeah, I heard.

Is that all you can say?

Let's just worry about getting you out of here.

All right? Change of clothes.

That's him.

The shopkeeper.

He doesn't look good.

Well, that was down to Baz...

and dead men can't talk.

The wife, she saw my face.

You stupid... What if she drops us both in it?

I'll sort it, all right?

Don't I always?

I can still count on you, Mickey?

Course you can.

Good lad.

Mm? Mr Petrossian's results.

The follow-up scan confirms a bleed.

Contrecoup haematoma.

Yeah - the surgeons have gone up to theatre.

They're going to call him up as soon as they're ready.

Well, let me know if there's any change.

We need to get him upstairs as soon as possible.

Dr Hardy?

Yes, I will keep him closely monitored.

OK. Thank you. OK. Thanks.

Don't.

You knew he was here. I only just found out.

Keep away from him, Ethan!

WOMAN COUGHS

SHE COUGHS

Feels like Groundhog Day, doesn't it?

Feel like I've been saying the same thing over and over again

for the past half an hour.

I know what you mean. I am...exhausted.

You OK?

Just a bit of heartburn.

No, seriously, you don't look good.

Honestly, I'm fine.

It's exhausting just listening to her -

the woman's like a wind-up monkey.

Come on, you should be grateful that someone is taking an interest.

You should be grateful they're not.

Right, I'm leaving in about three seconds flat... No, no.

No, you can't leave yet - we'll be a man down.

Yeah, we've still got the rest of these ladies to get through.

Well, one of them's spoken for.

You didn't answer my question...

about a drink tonight.

I was planning on an early night...

I am sure that can be arranged.

It's a joke, obviously, don't...

Er, we could double up for a foursome.

Cos I've got a two-for-one voucher for Spaghetti Hut.

For heaven's sake, woman - I'm not interested and I never will be, OK?!

I think I'm going to...

The shopkeeper's wife lost her prayer beads.

Oh, right - could you book this one in

and I'll make sure she gets them?

You've got some front, showing up here.

I was worried about my brother.

You know how it is.

I know you were involved in the break-in this morning.

The police will work it out sooner or later.

You've got nothing to tie that to me.

I have a witness that places your brother at the shop.

Mickey was asleep in bed.

You ask his mother.

Oh, good turnout, by the way.

Your brother's funeral.

Yeah. At least you gave him a proper send-off.

Hello, Asma?

Yes.

I've, er...

I've got your prayer beads...

Oh! Thank you for bringing them.

How's he doing?

They say he's going to need surgery.

The guy who did this...

You saw his face, right?

Who have you been talking to?

No, I just need to know if you might have got it wrong, that's all...

He was holding the bat in his hand.

But did you see him...use it?

The boy was there, crouching beside him...

He looked as frightened as I was.

So...

He might have picked it up?

What does it matter to you?

I'm sorry.

I thought we'd be safe here.

We had to fight so hard...

just to be together.

A Muslim woman who married a Christian.

I can't lose him now.

What will I have left?

Can you sit forward for me, please?

She was complaining of chest pains. Said it was heartburn.

I fainted, that's all.

OK, nice deep breath for me, please.

OK, thanks.

Your breathing's a little bit laboured, isn't it?

Sats 97%. BP 102/53.

She's peripherally cyanosed.

OK, are you taking any medication at the moment?

Right. Let's start her on oxygen, then, please?

Can we get FBCs, U, glucose and a blood gas, as well?

I'm going to have a quick look at your leg now.

What's wrong with her, then?

Can somebody get that woman out of here, please?

In case you've forgotten, I do work here.

Yeah, now.

I'll be out here if you need me.

How long has your calf been swollen like this?

A couple of days. Yeah...

and that cough? Worse since this morning.

I'd say that's a pretty clear DVT.

I suspect it's led to a pulmonary embolus.

So, let's get an urgent CTPA, I'll sort that out.

Can we start her on 7.5mg of fondaparinux and some oral warfarin?

OK? Thanks.

Um, do you happen to know of a next of kin for her?

Truth be told, I hardly know her.

She told me she just moved here from Reading, so...

Is that her bag? Yeah.

There might be a mobile phone in there.

Um, I'm just going to see if I can pull out some of her old notes.

Oestrogen pills.

Prescribed in your name.

You did tell us you weren't on any medication.

It's just a course of HRT.

Are you going to tell us why you're using them?

Cos if you want us to treat you effectively,

you're going to have to start being honest with us.

Right, er, Tara Jewkes...

Oh, her old notes are flagged up.

It's a different NHS Number...

Prescribed long-term oestrogen...

For gender dysphoria.

Hey.

If he finds you here...

Jez, come on, he'll be back in a minute.

Whoa, look, if you're ashamed of what you are,

that's your problem -

but I'm not going to be your guilty little secret any more.

What about you and Ethan?

That cosy little chat I saw you both having.

I just said I'd keep tabs on Scott, that's all.

What, you went behind my back - after everything we spoke about?

I didn't tell him anything. And then you have a go at me?

Mickey, he's bad news.

He's still my brother.

Just tell him the truth.

Just don't do this.

Tell him you're in love with a black guy.

He'll kill you, all right?

He'll kill us both.

Back again?

He was just leaving.

Is there something I'm missing?

He's was just asking me questions. About the accident.

What's it got to do with you?

Let's just call it a vested interest.

I think it's time you walked away. Just leave it, Scott.

Or what? Or you might be in need of a doctor yourself...

You heard him, black boy.

Go and find your cage.

OK, the clot in your leg has broken up,

and it's blocking the flow of blood to your lungs.

So we need to get it dissolved,

because there is chance it could kill you.

Um, it is a routine procedure.

Any significant rise in your oestrogen levels

should have been picked up by your GP.

I haven't seen a GP in a while.

Not about the leg, no?

The new job, the move here...

It's just been all a bit full-on.

Where did you get the pills from?

I bought them online.

I pop a few more than I'm supposed to sometimes.

OK.

Elevated levels of oestrogen can make your blood sticky.

I know all this.

Well, sticky blood has a greater tendency to clot.

I can hardly stop taking it, can I?

No, but you can take it in the manner

that it's supposed to be prescribed.

I'll make you a referral with the endocrinologist.

Can we get her IR as soon as possible, please?

It must have taken some guts...

the speed dating.

And look where it got me.

I thought that living as a woman would be the answer to everything.

A new life. Somewhere nobody knows me as anyone else.

Those pills gave me the confidence to be myself.

Whatever you tell other people, that's your business -

but you don't have to hide who you are any more.

I'm not ashamed of who I am.

It's other people - they're the problem.

Noel, that was confidential information!

Honestly, I didn't say anything - she'd already guessed

It's the hands, it is.

Always a giveaway.

Sorry, what?

I've just spoken to Grace's physiotherapist.

Apparently you moved the appointment forward.

Yes, because you are going to be tied up.

I cancelled the meeting!

I was going to tell you, it just slipped my mind.

If these are the kind of games you want to play,

be warned - I always win.

Give me a clue, Charlie, give me a clue.

You'll need a follow-up appointment in Outpatients.

I did it to protect him, all right?

I had to.

This'll break his heart, you know that?

He'll get over it.

And what about you, Mickey?

I've seen you with Jez. I know how you feel about him.

Don't let your brother ruin your life.

It's better off this way.

Some pain relief.

Pharmacy's upstairs.

I have a patient in Resus that needs moving.

I'm busy. Find someone else.

Busy doing what?

Feeling sorry for yourself?

I feel like an idiot.

Well, compared to how much ridicule Tara's had in her life,

I think you've got off quite lightly.

All right. Whatever.

I think she genuinely liked you. No idea why, but...

I think she's feeling pretty lonely right now so...

Go and talk to her, eh?

I should have told you.

I should have guessed.

And now I've ruffled your fragile male ego?

Er, hardly.

OK, look - so, do you want the lowdown on the real me?

Mm-hm.

Well, I'm Sagittarius with Leo rising.

Generous...idealistic... Good sense of humour...

Eclectic taste in music...

I'm allergic to cats and I snore in bed...

I'm still paying for these on tick...

and in a former life I went by the name of Terry.

I can see why you fancied a change.

We only dated for how long? Two minutes?

Listen, if you still want that drink, then...

PHONE CHIMES

I got a match!

Bernard.

Bernard?

The physio with healing hands.

What's he got that I haven't?

A Volvo.

Oh, fair enough. Tara Jewkes?

Yeah, she's here.

I'll, um...

catch you next time you're down in the mortuary.

PHONE CHIMES

BOTH: No matches.

Look on the bright side.

We raised 200 quid for Cal's charity.

Yeah, I'll take that. Don't trust you.

Wait, about the overheads - it was actually a little more...

Dah-dah-dah. There was an initial outlay - it wasn't much...

None for you. You mean... Zilch. No. Zero. Come on...

Right, thank you. Sorry, sir.

You said you didn't see anything.

I still can't be sure it was him.

No...

No, people need to be punished for what happened.

If I testified against him...

this would only be the start of it.

Asma, they're taking your husband up to theatre.

I'm tired. I don't have the strength to fight any more.

You threatened her.

Never ends well for you, does it, Dr Hardy?

Right, we need to leave. What about the wife?

I said I'd sort it, didn't I?

PHONE CHIMES

I thought you said you lost it.

Paramedics picked it up.

You must have seen my missed calls. Um...

Yeah.

That's the funny thing about brothers.

You think you know them better than anyone.

Isn't that right, Mickey?

You wanted to leave, so let's leave, yeah?

What's that supposed to mean?

Why don't you ask him who he's been sharing a bed with?

Scott... Scott!

Call security! You're determined to finish this.

No matter who you destroy to get even.

I warned you, black boy.

You're finished! You hear me?

What, you think I'm scared of you?

You should be!

That's enough, OK?! Shut up, Mickey, I've got nothing to say to you.

Please, just listen.

No.

I know what you are, bro.

I've always known.

Now, I can make allowances.

I can turn a blind eye, all right?

But not with him.

Not with that.

No.

I'm so... I'm so, so sorry, Jez.

Put the knife down.

Scott, you're going to have to go through me first.

If that's what it takes.

You're Mickey Ellisson!

Your father's son.

No.

Flesh and blood.

I'm nothing like you.

No!

No, Jez, watch out!

Stop!

Let me have him!

HE SCREAMS