Episode 12 Casualty

-Hi. I'm the new FI.

-Hi.

Argh! Ugh!

You, go and sit in the car.

-I'm sorry.

-Car!

This is my life and I can't let this tumour take control of it.

I'm not a murderer. I'm a good doctor.

You used to be.

No, it's going great. They love me.

I'm Lily Chao and I have to go.

You let a man die.

Come on, my man, I mean, we're talking about the Incredible Hulk!

Oh, what, I'm having a bad day so I'm just going to turn

big, ugly and green?

Uh-uh, give me Chris Hemsworth as Thor any day of the week.

Oh, hello...

What I wouldn't give to be that hammer. Morning, Ethan.

No, but, seriously, you know what? You're right.

Thor was the best one.

Yeah, I mean, the protector of mankind, master of fertility

and pretty much invincible.

-Remind you of anyone?

-JACOB LAUGHS

He wasn't, actually.

On the day of the twilight for the Norse gods,

he killed the serpent god but then he got infected

with its poison and died.

Ironic, really, being poisoned by the evil he was trying to destroy.

Yeah, well, no-one likes a know-it-all, Ethan.

That's it - the next film is ruined for me now.

-I don't need to go and watch it.

-Thanks a lot, Ethan. Cheers.

-I know what's going to happen.

-Top man.

She's not going to call.

What are you doing?!

First rule of break-ups - no contact.

All right, so delete her number. Don't destroy personal property.

Second rule of break-ups -

to get over someone, you've got to get under someone.

-11'o'clock. Oi, oi!

-SIREN WAILS

What is that?

She was fit.

Yeah, but you're a paramedic, not a white van driver.

And anyway, if I want relationship advice,

I think I can find somebody better than Sam "Two Divorce" Nicholls.

Low blow.

Low blow? You've just thrown my phone out the window!

SIRENS WAIL

PHONE CHIMES

SIRENS WAIL

Go, go, go.

SIRENS WAIL

INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER

What have we got?

PHONE RINGS

Time's running out, Andrew.

The police are outside.

Better them than your family.

You never said anything about a gun.

You found my little present, then.

I know these people.

I live round here.

It's where I take the kids for their sweets.

My two little boys...

Now, just a couple more steps and this will all be over.

Please... HE WHIMPERS

You have put it on, haven't you?

Put it on.

You can't make me wear it. I won't.

I'll just press the send button, then, shall I?

Got her e-mail address right here...

-No!

-Put the gun down or we will shoot!

-Please, if it's money you want...

-It's not just any money I want...

..I can get it for you, I swear.

..it's the money in that till.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

-That's funny, I can't hear you asking for any money.

-I can't...

I won't.

Put the gun down!

"Dear Mrs Hayes, your..."

OK, OK, I'll do it,

but I'm not going to put that thing on.

The police will find it anyway.

Not nice, is it, feeling powerless?

Put the gun down or we will shoot!

You have to understand, I don't want to do this.

GUNSHOT, HE GROANS

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

MACHINE POWERS DOWN

MICROWAVE WHIRS

SIREN WAILS

Late. Second shift. I'll apologise later.

Well, thank goodness it's not your mother this time.

Oh, about that, Mrs Beauchamp...

-Sorry. 1,000 million sorries.

-Are you late?

I will be in one minute.

Keep running.

Oh...

I still don't know why you're doing it.

You're not religious, neither am I, and Charlotte can't even swim.

Look, this isn't about you or me. It's about Charlotte.

I just want what's best for her.

And you think indoctrination into a 2,000-year-old cult

is what's best for her?

Good morning, Mrs Beauchamp.

Someone knows.

About?

Got it.

All right, give us some room, mate, I'll take that. Yeah. Right.

They shot me.

Yeah, well, that tends to happen if you hold up a shop.

I wasn't...

Yeah, well, that's nowt to do with us, mate.

-OK.

-Yep.

Oh, OK.

I've got it. It's gone straight through.

-Oh, I need a chest seal out of the bag, please.

-Got it.

Now, I'm no expert, mate,

but isn't the first rule of robbery to keep your face covered?

It's not what it looks like.

-Ready?

-Yup.

Probably better if you stop talking...

You sound like my wife.

Right, I need a stretcher, TXA and some morphine, please.

It's all lies.

OK.

So it's either about the operation or it's about Scott Ellisson.

If it was about my operation, someone would have

knocked on my door by now.

Yes, so it must be about Scott.

OK, OK...

I still replay it in my head all the time.

The only time I don't is when I wake up.

Those first few seconds when you don't have to think...

I'm not sure I even have those any more.

Oh, tell me about it.

Yes, sorry.

Have you had any news?

I had an e-mail about two weeks ago.

And?

I deleted it.

Why? You could be wasting valuable treatment time.

Mrs Beauchamp, I don't understand.

You have your demons. I have mine.

Let's just leave it at that, shall we?

KNOCK AT DOOR Yes, Charlie?

Gunshot wound. I've activated the major haemorrhage protocol.

-OK.

-And it's any minute now.

Thank you.

I'm going to prep resus.

Yeah, you do that.

Such a shame about Dr Chao...

-I think I was just about to win her over.

-Really?

It's not because of me she's gone, is it?

Oh, yeah. She was totally threatened by your consummate display of

medical ability, so muggins here has been left to mentor you.

Jumping in her grave, are you?

No, although her position has become available, so...

So you get your chance to prove your worth by mentoring me

on the gunshot wound? Nice.

I'm afraid not.

Look this is a marathon, OK, not a sprint,

and lucky for you there's an elderly gentlemen in cubicle three

with suspected gonorrhoea.

It's got Rash written all over it, literally.

SIREN WAILS

This is Andrew Hayes. He's 42 years old.

He was shot in the chest roughly 15 minutes ago.

Suspected haemopneumothorax,

entry wound the left anterior chest wall,

exit underneath the left shoulder blade.

Resps are pretty high at 36, pulse is 120, BP is 90/60,

sats 93% on 100% oxygen.

He was briefly unconscious, but GCS has been 15 since.

He's had ten of morphine, fluids en route and 1 gram of TXA.

Let's get him over on my count, guys.

HE GROANS All right.

-Board in?

-Yeah.

-On three.

One, two, three.

HE GROANS

The police shot him.

Well, how about that? We could start a club.

-Jacob...

-I need to take the suspect's clothes.

Not until we've got him stabilised.

Right, the airway seems clear.

Absent breath on the right side...sorry, left side.

Yeah, looks like a tension pneumothorax.

Heart rate's up to 130.

HE GROANS Right, let's decompress the chest.

Let's push two units of O neg through the infuser, cross-match 8,

and chest drain prepped, please.

Let's get him on his side. I want to see the exit wound.

HE GROANS

Do you really think you should be doing this?

As the most competent consultant in this hospital, yes, I do.

I don't think you're fit to practise.

Oh, well, it's a little bit late for medical ethics.

You're not well, Mrs Beauchamp.

PATIENT GROANS

Connie, are you all right?

Fine.

Dr Hardy is going to take over.

PHONE PLAYS A TUNE

HE GRUNTS

WATER TRICKLES

Well, don't say I never give you anything.

Excuse me.

Oi, come on.

Time to leave.

HE WHEEZES

MACHINE BEEPING

Doesn't look like your typical armed robber...

No.

PATIENT GROANS

FFP and blood through the warmer please.

The person on the phone,

they threatened my family...

Can you cough for me, please?

HE COUGHS

OK, that's all good. Let's monitor how much blood drains.

Can we get a chest X-ray and book him in for a CT scan?

-And let's speak to theatre and see how long they are going to be.

-OK.

Nurse...

Erm, Mrs Beauchamp...

Yeah.

This is Ocean Reynolds, 21,

pedestrian versus van at about 9.20 this morning.

Briefly KO'd. Her GCS is now 15.

A deep forehead laceration

and possible wrist fracture on the left.

Her neck was cleared at the scene.

OK.

Well, for someone who was hit by a van, you've been remarkably lucky.

You should see the van.

Right, let's check you over...

Airway is obviously clear.

Breathing fine.

Is there anything you want to talk to us about?

Oh, it was a long time ago. I'm OK now.

Ah.

Looks serious in there.

It's none of your concern.

Sorry. I never liked hospitals.

I was upstairs with meningitis a few years back.

I swear my mum nearly had a breakdown.

I'm not surprised. Right, let's get a head CT.

Can you patch me up before she gets here?

I'll see after the scan.

Sorry, Mrs Beauchamp, are we not going to call her GP?

Why?

Well, her wrists. Aren't we getting involved?

It's an historic and possibly self-inflicted injury that

bears no relevance to today's injury.

We don't investigate every patient.

It'd be nice if we could, though.

Well, give her a leaflet.

I thought you were ignoring me earlier.

No.

No, sorry. No. I'm... It...

Gunshot wounds, they...

They take a lot of focus.

I was hoping you could give us an update on when we can talk to him.

Uh...

Now's not really a good time.

Well, you can't hold us off him forever.

No. Erm...

He said he was being coerced.

Oh, yeah, the Deep Throat on the phone excuse.

Well, it sounds like you've already made up your mind.

There's no pre-cons, no intelligence on him,

no signs of outward financial pressure...

He's not on our radar for so much as a parking ticket,

so it makes you wonder what he's hiding.

Excuse me.

Mrs Simpson's auricular haematoma has been drained.

I think she fancies me.

Hi, Mrs Simpson.

And Mr Norton here is waiting for a referral to ENT.

Morning.

William is a frequent flyer,

and this hand sanitiser is about 60% proof.

He's only here for the free booze.

But, yes, I am sure, Mrs Simpson does fancy you.

Dr Munroe, this is Matthew Power, 25,

found with breathing problems roughly 20 minutes ago.

MATTHEW COUGHS Resps 20, pulse 110, BP 140/80,

GCS 12, rising to 15,

temperature high at 38.3.

There's no previous history of trauma or epilepsy

and his BM is fine at six.

OK, can you move over for me, please?

Hi, Matthew, I'm Alicia. I'm one of the doctors here.

MATTHEW COUGHS

Thank you, lads.

Heavy night?

Well, I only had a couple.

I was talking to the patient.

Was it you who called the ambulance?

I can't leave someone puking their guts up on my cream carpet.

Oh, heaven forbid.

MATTHEW COUGHS

All right, I'll be off, then.

Don't you want to make sure he's OK?

HE COUGHS

I don't even know him.

Why? Was it a one-night stand?

Hey, we're not judging. We've all been there, mate.

HE COUGHS

I just want to get home, to be honest.

Perhaps a little sit-down first.

OK, can I get a full set of bloods, a VBG, ECG and a urine test, please?

Yup, I'm on it.

Oh, sorry, I meant Staff Nurse Hide.

So, should I use my powers of invisibility for good or for evil?

This is a marathon, not a sprint, remember?

Thanks.

Well, right, you were very lucky.

The head CT was clear, so we just need to look at your wrist

and then you can go.

What, don't tell me you're not a fan of the police?

I guess, you fought the law and the law won?

Fan of The Clash, are you?

Of course.

So, what did he do?

I'm not at liberty to discuss other patients.

I bet he deserved it.

What makes you say that?

Cos he's a man.

Well, that in itself is not a crime...yet.

Right, let's get her transferred to cubicles

once she's had her wrist X-rayed.

Yeah, the guys found her phone in the back of the ambulance.

Let's chase up her records.

Sure.

What?

You're getting involved.

MATTHEW COUGHS

I'm worried this could be more than a chest infection.

Have you been unwell at all lately?

I'm always sick.

OK, you know what? You can lie back.

You know, this looks nasty...

It stings a bit, yeah.

Yeah, it could be an infection. This one looks recent.

Fight like an alley cat, me.

OK, can I get a wound swab, some blood cultures

and some more saline, please?

And let's send a sputum specimen to the lab.

What would you like me to do?

Follow Staff Nurse Hide's lead.

HIDE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Well, come on, follow my lead.

OK.

Can you book us an Uber? I can't even see straight.

What did your last slave die of?

Not booking me an Uber.

I'm actually at work.

That's it, you follow Nursie about.

Is there's anyone we can call for you?

Is there no friends we can call?

What did you do? Kill someone? Vote Tory?

I take offence to that.

Ha. To have the luxury of a vote...

You shouldn't waste your democratic privilege.

Oh, someone's piped up a bit.

Politics are important.

PHONE CHIMES

I feel sick.

That's not why you didn't vote.

It's because you're homeless, aren't you?

WHEEZING: A few weeks ago, I got a message on my laptop,

"How's Judith?"

Judith's my wife.

That's horrible.

They knew everything -

where I took my lunch breaks,

the names of my kids...

Andrew, if you've made a mistake,

it's probably better to tell the police about it now.

I'm sure they'll understand.

ANDREW GROANS

Right, Andrew, we'll be just on the other side of the glass, OK?

I hate to state the obvious but we're medics, not detectives.

I think he might be hiding something.

Well, that something is actually none of our business.

The fact that he's been sleeping rough helps explain his condition.

I'll go and update Dr Munroe.

Wait, you're going to leave me on my own?

Oh, dear. Hmm?

IN BABY VOICE: Separation anxiety?

That's cute.

You know, I could always put some newspaper on the floor

in case you think you're going to have a little accident.

I slept with a tramp.

That's assuming you even rose to the occasion, so to speak.

You can't be picky when you're homeless.

How long have you been on the streets?

A couple of years.

Lose count after a bit.

Right, well, good luck with it all.

Don't you want my number?

It's the phone box outside Poundland.

Excuse me. Nursie, come here.

Excuse me.

Do you know how to book me in for a test?

You just never know with these lot. I could have all sorts.

I've actually had it with you.

How I was ever attracted to you last night, I'll never know.

Probably the opportunity to sponge off someone with broader shoulders.

You, back into bed, and you, out, now.

He needs a tetanus injection,

and run that bag through him for four hours.

Sorry, what are you doing?

Putting up some saline. Boss.

That has 40 millimoles of potassium in it.

Seriously, Dr Masum, get your head in the game.

Erm... Charlie, have you heard anything about me?

People talking about me?

In what way?

In a bad way.

No, not that I can think of.

No.

But you know what they say,

"There's only one thing worse than being talked about..."

"And that's not being talked about."

Oscar Wilde.

I guess I'll have to get used to that...

Ah, could we check where we are with theatre, please?

TOILET FLUSHES

HIDE CLEARS HIS THROAT

I'm not going to be sick.

Good, good, good. That's what we call progress.

Oh, dear.

What kind of doctor can't even complete some basic duties?

A brand-new one.

Come on, come on... You shouldn't let one bad day hold you back.

All right, let's call it two bad days, but...

Thanks. Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'll be hiding in a store cupboard for the rest of the day.

SHE KNOCKS AT DOOR

I've checked Ocean Reynolds' previous attendances...

Yeah. Go on.

There's nothing - not under that name.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Thank you, Staff Nurse Miller.

You don't look fine.

What you said before - you were right.

I'm not fit to practise either.

Ethan, have you ever faced a manslaughter charge?

Do you know what it's like? Because I do.

Trust me, you won't make it.

But anything has to be better than this.

Then that's your prerogative.

Get out. Get out.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

It's not like a wedding. I don't have to lay on booze.

A few frozen prawns and bottles of vino.

Well, are people going to get on it at a christening?

If I had to sit through a religious ceremony,

I'd knock a few on the head.

I don't even like prawns.

Did you get Grace christened?

That's a story for another time.

I'll go and get your outpatients info...

The paramedics handed in your phone.

I should be more careful.

Yeah. Perhaps you should.

I have it in my office, for safekeeping.

It's fine. I should probably call my mother.

Is Ocean really your name?

If I was going to pick a false identity,

do you really think I'd choose a name like that?

Just give me my phone, please.

As I said, it's in my office for safekeeping,

but I turned it on in case your mother calls.

You did what?

You seemed worried. Sorry, where are you going?

Excuse me.

Miss Reynolds, we need to finish your treatment.

When did you switch it on?

20 minutes ago.

What is your fascination with this gunshot victim?

I'm out of here.

Here?

Do you have something to do with it?

If you're talking about justice being served,

then, yeah, it was all me.

-Now out of my way, Posho...

-What, you some kind of vigilante?

-Digilante.

-Digilante, sorry... So what's that?

I track down men on the internet. Bad men.

You know, the worst kind.

Like the guy with the bullet in his chest?

Yeah, well, the bullet wasn't part of the plan.

I met him on a chatroom.

I told him I was younger, a lot younger...

Let's just say that didn't put him off.

I'll have to inform the police of this, you know that?

Yeah, yeah, of course you do. Right noble citizen, aren't you?

You have set a man up for a crime he didn't commit.

-Yes.

-So...

Look, whatever you claim he's guilty of,

this...this doesn't make it right.

No. It makes me a hero.

Ethan...

We've had a phone call from one of the officers at the scene.

They've found a Halloween mask inside the holdall

he had in his possession.

Looks like we've found our leverage.

Ah, right, you'll have to make it quick.

Mr Hayes, as soon as a theatre slot becomes available,

we're going to be taking you upstairs for surgery,

but the police would like a word with you first.

Mr Hayes, DC Wilkinson.

The firearms team have confirmed the gun was an imitation.

It wasn't real?

I can't even play Call Of Duty with my kids.

How would I know the difference?

Could you explain the other contents of the holdall to me, Mr Hayes?

Why was that there?

My wife, does she know?

We haven't told her anything yet.

I was having an affair.

I ended it.

She had other ideas.

So she makes you commit armed robbery?

Woman...scorned...

The name of this woman - can you give that to us, Mr Hayes?

HE COUGHS

MACHINE BEEPS

Sorry, could you give us a minute, please?

I'm not a bad person, I promise...

An ex-girlfriend can't be a wingman.

Wing-woman. Anyway, I'm good at it.

Look, maybe I don't want you to be good at it. I liked Lily.

I liked her a lot,

so maybe I just want five minutes to wallow in my pit,

feel a bit sad, and then I'll dust myself off and move on.

Is that all right with you?

OK.

Good.

PHONE RINGS

Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?

What's this?

My academy, and this is a banana.

Have you gone mental?

Gone and come back again.

Now, you are going to suture this banana with your eyes shut,

or, more specifically, with a blindfold.

Why would I ever need to suture someone with a blindfold on?

Fail to prepare or prepare to fail.

Now, once you've done that, CPR with Resus Annie.

Did you know that her face is a mould of a woman who

drowned in 19th-century Paris?

Fascinating.

All this is fascinating, but I have been through training,

you know that, right?

I don't doubt that you have,

but this, this is where the real training begins.

Come on, turn around. Turn around.

Close your eyes.

That's it. OK, now...

Yeah, I'm not too sure how I feel about a man

I barely know blindfolding me with a banana in his hand.

Ha.

WHISPERING: That's what they all say.

And he's not the only one.

There's a local councillor, a teacher...

Allegations brought forward to the police, dropped every time.

Lack of credible witness.

And the girls that suffer at the hands of men like him?

Well, they're guilty till they can prove they're a victim.

But what...what you claim he's done..

I don't claim.

You put lives at risk today.

Like his is worth anything. Can I just go?

What happened in your life to make you act like this?

Mmm?

You know, if you go, he's quite likely to walk free.

No. He was caught with a gun trying to do over a shop.

He's not likely to hurt anyone any time soon.

Well, if he can prove he was being coerced,

do you think they're going to lock him up?

What, you think he's going to get away with it?

I don't know, but you're the only one that can see that he doesn't.

Just wait here, all right?

I will sort it, promise.

DOOR SLAMS

Make sure that patient doesn't leave my office.

You got my note, then?

I didn't have you down as a thief.

Sorry?

The pizza. You stole my pizza.

Ah...

You have no idea what's been going through my head all day.

Well, hopefully the cost replacing it, so...

OK.

Can you leave me alone, please, Max?

All right. It was only a joke.

Yeah, well, it wasn't funny.

If you can't do the time, don't do the crime, all right?

Whoa-ho-ho!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Come on, now.

Play nicely, kids.

Hey, calm down.

ETHAN BREATHES SHAKILY

This isn't like you.

This ain't you, Ethan.

No. No.

It's... It's not.

Sorry.

Ethan, is everything all right?

I...

I need to tell you something in private, if that's OK.

What's this all about?

Erm...

Justice.

For Cal?

-For Scott Ellisson.

-Excuse me, sorry.

Sorry, can I help with something?

Mr Hayes, he said someone phoned him?

Oh, yes, our officers are trying to trace the signal.

Right, well, there's no need. I think she's in my office.

Please tell me you didn't do anything stupid.

HE SIGHS

I thought she being watched.

Well, you see, I work for the NHS, not the police.

She's probably long gone by now.

Nice looking family. You look happy.

We really were.

I'm sure they will be again.

I'd like to think so.

Once you're out the picture.

You're not a nurse.

Prefer me dressed as a school girl?

With my long socks and my little grey skirt?

You?

Can I still come round for that sleepover?

You know, the one I shouldn't tell my mother about.

You've ruined my life, you know that?

Ruined your life?

I'm only just getting started.

What would happen if I pull this tube?

CONNIE: You don't want to do that.

Ocean, this had gone too far.

-No! Say it.

-His BP's dropped.

-OK, we need to get him to theatre.

-Tell them what you said to me.

-This is not justice.

-It's my kind of justice.

She's lying. I've never seen her before in my life.

-I swear!

-No!

-We really need to get to him.

-GROANING

Ocean, you had the chance to escape and you didn't.

This is about you, isn't it?

Isn't it? This is about the truth.

That's the most important thing, the truth.

-WHISPERING:

-It's too late for me.

No, it's not too late. It's never too late.

-The world needs to know.

-All right, I knew!

I knew... I knew you were underage.

And we were chatting, swapping videos.

We were just chatting...

-You would have took it further and you know that.

-No, no, no!

Ocean, Ocean, he's told you what you want.

We heard it, we all heard it.

-CHARLIE:

-He's more tachycardic. BP dropping.

-ETHAN:

-Yep, he's lost output.

No, no, no, no, no, no! Come on.

All right, we need to get him intubated,

we need to open up his chest now.

-I'm going to start compressions.

-She still needs to be treated.

-RASH:

-You know, you get a bit weird sometimes,

but you're all right.

Thank you. I don't think anyone's ever summed me up so succinctly.

CLEARS THROAT

What? He's not even a patient.

Being a clinician is about more than just treating the physical ailments.

OK, chill, Mr Miyagi.

I'll try and talk some sense into him.

So, you're, er... You're still here, then?

Taxi refused to take me.

How is the, er...vagabond?

Have you ever thought it might not be his fault he's homeless?

Typical snowflake.

Society's fault, is it?

I guess it must be easy for you having a bit of money.

It's not my fault he messed up his life.

Like you've never made a mistake?

Not one that's left me begging for pennies

so I can smoke crack in some shop doorway.

Is that what you found so attractive about him?

Are you done?

No, I'm not.

Not everyone gets everything handed to them on a plate.

For some people, it's tough.

-Says the junior doctor.

-Yeah, I do.

You disliked him so much, yet you slept with him.

I was drunk.

Then it's a shame you've got to be drunk

before you connect with another human being.

Enjoy your hangover.

Ah, the wanderer returns.

OK, well, the X-ray shows no signs of any foreign bodies

so if you just clean it out and suture it up for me?

-You're asking me?

-Yeah, you're asking him?

No, actually, I was hoping maybe my mam could pop in and have a go.

Yes, you.

But I could have killed him earlier.

Yes, but you didn't.

That's how you learn.

By making mistakes?

And getting shouted at.

OK, er...suture kit, please.

There's too much blood. Can I get some more suction, please?

Er... I can't see a tamponade.

He must be bleeding out from the injury to his lung.

-Yeah, and he's losing a lot of blood.

-Yep.

I can't find a bleed point.

Well, we have to stop it. What are we going to do?

Er... A hilar twist.

Yeah, good call.

We rotate the lung, OK?

It will stop the blood haemorrhaging. All right?

I'm going to need your help.

I don't think you do, Ethan.

OK.

OK.

Have you ever seen one of these before?

I've seen just about everything before.

Yeah, but more importantly, have you done one of these before?

It's just like turning off a tap.

Right.

-I need you to take over massaging the heart...

-OK.

Scissors, please.

Er, dissecting through the pulmonary ligament.

Lower lobe up towards me.

Yeah, OK.

BP stabilising.

Right, let's keep the blood and FFP going through the rapid infuser.

Can we call Darwin, let them know that we've got incoming?

Yeah.

Hmm. Game of two halves for you today.

It's a marathon, not a sprint.

Aw, get you, listening to your mentor.

I feel dead wise!

We'll get you some antibiotics to treat the chest infection

and the sepsis simultaneously.

Peace offering?

A bag of cheese and onion

doesn't mean you're not still rubbish in bed.

I'll take them back then, shall I?

Let's have a look...

Is there anything you can do for him?

Maybe keep him in for a few days?

Er, well, we've caught the sepsis early, so, erm...

You can always, er...

..stay at mine if you want.

No offence, but your place...

..it's a bit messy.

THEY CHUCKLE

Look, if you really want to help, don't buy me crisps.

Buy me cider.

All right.

And don't be such a div all your life.

You can have a day off.

Ow!

There we go. Surely your mum should be here by now.

I don't think she was ever coming, was she?

Thank you, Staff Nurse Miller.

You know you've ruined everything?

-I knew what I was doing.

-Really?

I just got good at it.

-Everything was under control.

-Yeah, clearly.

I'm not going back there.

I'm not a victim, that's not who I am.

-I'm a survivor.

-Yeah.

But what you did today wasn't courageous.

It was stupid and reckless and very dangerous.

When you face up to your past,

you face men like him in the witness box,

now, that would be courageous.

You think so?

Yeah, you would be a braver person than I could be.

I don't know how to do that.

Well, then, let people help you. You just need to ask.

You know what you're dealing with, that's half the battle.

Sorry about your phone.

It's fine. I've got insurance.

And sorry about today, in general.

It's fine.

-I've got something to cheer you up.

-I worked hard for that pizza.

Oh, get over it, you prawn! And technically, I paid for it,

so mine's a pint. Only the one though.

I can't leave Duffy baby-sitting all day.

I thought Duffy was in Kent with her sisters.

-Then who's looking after Charlotte?

-Only kidding.

Then again, if you spent less time in the pub, then you'd know.

-Hey!

-Low blow.

Third rule of break ups - surround yourself with mates.

-Like me.

-Get off!

Have you got any mates? Because we can round some up for you.

Would anybody like to be friends with Iain?

He's very handsome, smells lovely.

DOOR OPENS, CHATTER

Forensics have managed to retrieve some files

from his personal computer.

Apparently it didn't make for very easy viewing.

Right.

What were you saying earlier?

About Scott Ellisson?

Erm...

It can wait. Excuse me.

That moment when you lie in bed...

..and you don't have to think.

I want that to be me.

OK.

OK, it might not feel like it, but that's a good start.

Or the beginning of the end.

I half expected you to be carted away in chains by now.

Yeah. We both know that... Scott shouldn't have died.

98.

The number of people who have died in my care.

98.

You counted?

Every single one of them.

It makes me wish I'd counted the ones I did save.

You know, what you did in resus was remarkable.

Really.

You'd make a good clinical lead if you put yourself to it.

Just think...

One day, this could all be yours.

Is this a scene from The Lion King?

If I don't hand myself in...

..would you get help?

Blackmail. Oh...

You definitely could be a clinical lead.

Mrs Beauchamp, what are you so afraid of?

I suppose just like everyone else, dying alone.

That's not going to happen.

Oh, and if you dare mention to anyone that I was scared,

I won't hesitate to push you in front of a moving ambulance

and make it look like an accident.

Yeah, I'm, erm... I'm sure you would.