Coercion Holby City

I was 14 years old when it started.

The man made me think it was OK. I knew it wasn't.

I've got a work placement offer. It's too good not to take seriously.

It's in America.

-What about the kids?

-They'll come with me.

We're running out of time. It's the patient's choice.

-Do you want me to take this further, Mr Turner?

-Of course he does.

-He's had nine bowel resections. It's going to be friable in there, you understand that?

-I do.

BEEPING

SOBBING

Your decision to perform surgery

on this man after nine resections was risky at best.

'Lucy, does your dad hurt you?'

Does he make you do anything that you don't like?

Please don't tell anyone.

LOUD MUSIC RINGTONE

18 times. Driving us mental.

Answer it, then.

Thought it might be personal.

No secrets between us, are there, Mary-Claire?

Hello, this is Greg Douglas' personal secretary speaking?

Gone.

Well, can't be my stalker,

-cos you're in here.

-And it can't be Sahira

because she's seen sense.

Touche!

-Hey, don't slam it.

-Sorry!

You going to be like this all day?

-Are you?

-You know how much I spent on these tickets?

-It's for, like, babies.

-Well, your mother approved it.

Not allowed to say bad things about her.

C'mon. We always have a good time in the end.

When I was a kid, maybe.

All right, well then, we just enjoy ironically.

Is this other present better?

Yeah. C'mon.

-How did it go?

-I amazed myself with my own brilliance.

Good, then I shall hand this knife wound to you.

-Ah.

-Are the police involved?

-Don't tell me.

Teenager looked at a kid's trainers funny.

Oh, old guy. Fifties. Mugged at a cashpoint.

Well, least you get to meet a man in uniform.

Excuse me, Lucy rang for you, three times.

Ooh, Lucy, is it? Must be keen.

By which I mean deluded.

< DOOR OPENS

OK, this is Patrick Haines.

Found collapsed outside his home, stab wound to chest.

Stable. B/P 120 over 80. ED are saying a tear to the lung.

Mr Douglas.

-Mr Douglas?

-OK, let's get him into theatre. I'll be right through.

OK, guys. No slacking at the back.

'Hi, Lucy isn't home, you know what to do.'

Lucy, it's Mr Douglas, from the hospital.

You've been trying to call me? Only...we've got your dad in.

Can you call me when you get this message?

-Ooh, nice man bag!

-Um, yeah, sure is.

70% off at designerme.com, am I right?

That's the one.

30 quid. 30! Love a bargain.

Oh! There he is.

Mr "I'm your best friend until something goes wrong".

-Please. Would you...

-What? Calm down? Don't tell me to calm down.

You, you've got a cheek!

-What's this?

-Oh, is that an "epic fail"?

I need a laptop.

For all that studying you're doing? Download a book, learn something.

It's not even 3G.

Stop being a spoilt brat.

All right, well, take a look at this. Two tickets for Toggle Town on Ice the Musical. Stalls, row E,

right next to the ladies bathroom.

As if! I'm not coming. Too embarrassing.

C'mon. Don't be like that.

-I can't take another day off before you fly.

-How is that my fault?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yes?

Sorry. Are you the consultant?

Yeah, but I'm not on duty.

It's just that Mr Levy asked me to refer something to you.

-You're an F1, right?

-'Fraid not. Fourth year.

All right, I'll take a look. You, wait here.

Give me five minutes.

It's fine. Means I win 20 quid off Mum.

-Are you coming?

-Yeah, just give me three seconds.

Mr Haines' B/P is zig zagging. They reckon it's a two-man job.

OK, call Mr Hope. Just give me three seconds.

Can I do police liaison?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Lucy, it's Mr Douglas, can you hear me? Lucy?

Gastric pain for 48 hours, nausea, some vomiting.

No history of cancer, diabetes or hypertension,

B/P is slightly raised, hands are clammy.

Clyde, how's the constipation?

It's not that. That's been fine since I went nuts for five a day.

So you just missed me, hmm?

No! I just feel awful. And it's not getting any better.

Fourth Year, quick word, excuse us.

What does all this suggest to you?

Um, well, I wouldn't know for sure but um...

strongly indicative that the patient has a serious case history?

Or strongly indicative that patient is a serial time-waster.

Oh, I see. I thought there could be a bowel problem?

You're right, there is. He holds it in.

He has several issues, hygiene among them but let's not get into that

-OK, I'm sorry. I should've realised.

-Book him in for an X-ray, get him out of here.

-How do I book?

-I don't know.

-I have people do it for me.

All right, so let's... Come on, get out from underneath the desk. You're not five.

Oh.

Again.

Has he died?

We've stabilised him.

I called an ambulance. I...

Do you know how he was injured?

No.

OK. Do you know what he was injured with?

No.

Maybe.

Maybe scissors.

OK.

What happens now?

Um...

No, no.

I'm going to help you, OK?

Just wait here.

Just wait.

Just don't go anywhere, OK?

Are you coming?

On my way, on my way.

I listened to you.

I did talk to him about it. But...

Sometimes it hits them later.

I'm sure Mr Griffin will smooth things over for you.

You don't need another black mark next to your name, do you?

Mrs Turner wants to make a complaint.

What? A week later? What's that about?

She says she was in shock.

How serious is it?

To be honest, I think she's had a lawyer in her ear.

So what, she wants compensation because her husband died of an incurable chronic illness?

I suggest we sit tight. Can we get patient liaison down here, please?

Talk her down.

Talk her down from what?

It's nothing, she's throwing around the old medical negligence line.

As I said, she's probably had legal advice.

Fine, them I'm in the clear. I warned about the risks, I took appropriate action.

-I did my homework, Mr Griffin.

-You know...an apology is never a bad move.

Yeah, if you've actually done what you're accused of.

Look, clinically I'm untouchable, and he was Hanssen's patient.

Right. And Hannsen will, er, back you up on that, will he?

Of course he will. His name is on the notes, isn't it?

Right. Then I'd say you're in the clear.

Thought his name rang a bell, when I saw his notes.

Talk about lightning striking twice in the same family.

Dr Haines has had a very lucky escape.

He's holding. Thank you.

You might want to mention to the police,

this entry wound, it's a bit odd.

Not made by a knife, I don't think.

Our culprit here... seems a bit more domestic.

And this degree of injury.

I don't think he would have made it home.

He definitely did. Lucy found him.

Something is not adding up.

Well. He can answer for himself. Are you OK to close up?

Yes, if you wish.

Aha! I thought you were off on Dad duty.

No, I had to cancel it because she has vanished. It's her new thing.

Disappearing. She does this at least once a week. It's driving us nuts.

Well, she probably hasn't gone far, so...

What's going on here? Hey, hey, fourth year, what are you doing?

Erm, I'm setting up the ultrasound?

Let me guess, X-ray is contaminated.

No. Er, X-ray showed proximal bowel slightly dilated.

So that's why I thought you might want an ultrasound.

Is that OK?

All right, good call. Yeah, run the ultrasound.

But next time mention endoscopy, that'll get him running.

Ooh... I had a long chat with him to establish if it was a hypochondriac scenario

-so I could flag the notes accordingly.

-Wow.

Do they teach you to talk like that or is that a speech defect?

Sorry, just trying to sound professional.

All right, I'm going to give you a word of advice.

Never indulge the patient. Never. Only makes them worse.

He survived.

What happened today?

It was my fault. I... I tried talking to him about it.

And he said he was sorry but I got angry.

I think you should talk to the police. Please.

I can't. They'll put me in a care home. Everyone will know my business.

Is there no other family?

We don't speak to them.

He's all I have.

What about someone at school?

Daddy.

Hello, you.

You must be sick of the sight of this place.

Yes indeed.

Quite a run of poor luck for the Haines.

You saved my life.

Five more minutes on the path, I'd be strawberry jam.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

Mr Douglas and I operated on Miss Haines recently.

I gather you've made quite an impression, Mr Douglas?

I was knocked over.

Lucy's the brave one.

Lucy?

I'm just foolhardy.

Confronting a lad half my age and he's got a bread knife.

I got half way up the path and collapsed, shouted for help.

I thought it was at the cash point?

She's obviously got the iPod in,

shout again, down she finally comes.

Saved my life, though, didn't you?

I hope so.

Everything will be OK.

Couple of weeks, everything will be back on track.

Well, it's all in the hands of our friends in the constabulary now.

Mr Douglas and I will withdraw.

Thank you very much for your kindness.

The girl. You had concerns about her.

Did I? I don't remember.

Mention it to the police.

Absolutely.

Ten! Nine... nine...

Ten!

11...12...11...

Um, the scale is one to ten?

Yah, but this is like really painful. Like, I don't think I can even walk.

I'm not getting paralysed, am I?

Well, did you walk here this morning?

Yes. I did, yes.

Then you're not paralysed.

That's good, I've got this exam tomorrow that I, like,

have to pass or I get deported.

Right, that's not ideal.

Yah, that's like a real bummer.

My visa ran out, they might arrest me.

-Bummer.

-I did get like you know, six or seven letters warning me,

but, you know, it's like when you get a bill

and you forget to pay it and next thing you know,

there's like a summons and heavy guys turning up at your flat? Know what I mean.

Hmm. Right, I'm going to order a repeat blood urine test.

Have you had low urine output?

Thinking about it...yah.

-You didn't think to go to your doctor?

-It just didn't occur to me.

-Well, I'm concerned.

-It could be kidney stones.

-Oh, they're not that bad, are they?

-Not normally...

-Ah, well.

Bloods, Us and Es and tee up a CT.

Query kidney stones.

OK.

Have PALS talked her down?

Mrs Turner is claiming that you coerced her into the operation using a combination of

bullying and emotional blackmail.

I coerced them? I only operated because they agreed!

Yes that's not the line I'd advise with HR and the Trust.

'I'm going to tell him to stop.'

Please. He'll kill himself.

He is so sorry.

He hates himself.

I don't want to lose him.

-Did he threaten that?

-No.

I just know. He keeps these pills in the downstairs cabinet.

That won't happen. I promise, it's over.

From this point, it's over.

It's never going to be over.

I think this has come out. Do you mind?

Sorry.

Well we've got our money's worth out of the CT department.

You've been quite solicitous with Clan Haines. Especially Lucy.

-She's been calling you a lot.

-I gave her my number.

Was that entirely appropriate?

-Because of what we spoke of, yes.

-Yes.

She said you had "a connection". Tell me more about that

-She told me.

-She told you what?

About the abuse.

Right after you made your own revelation, hm?

Yes, she told me. It's all right.

Do you think she said those things to please you?

To make you feel more comfortable? Make you feel normal?

No. That is not what it was and you know it.

Pretty girl, handsome young doctor.

From her, you can understand it.

But from you...

Well.

Is that sharing of confidences allowed these days?

Get lost with the mind games. I know what you've been doing.

Lucy is imaginative. That's why she's so good at art.

If you think people won't believe her, you're wrong.

I understand your fears about being exposed.

Tell me. What is your chief concern?

Is it that women will think you're homosexual?

I believe that is a common anxiety.

I would like to help you, Greg.

-This won't work. I'm going to the police right now.

-And they'll...

Ask her. Find nothing.

And question you.

But I've got nothing to hide so I have nothing to lose.

Come in, officers!

Can we hold off on the interview for a while?

I don't think he's up to it just yet.

OK.

What d'you reckon? Ella here thinks it's gallstones.

No, it's not gallstones. Talk me through this again

-The patient is presented...

-Not you, the patient.

Sorry, stupid of me.

Well. It all started when the dreaded nieces visited.

They're little germ factories, the pair of them.

Yeah, this is something that's been developing earlier than that.

Not like a tumour?

No, not like a tumour. Let's do an endoscopy, please.

-No.

-Why?

Micro-bacteria.

-Infection.

-Oh, there's no bacteria here.

That... That's not physically possible, is it?

Is the sarcasm module in year five?

Hey, do you want me to take over while you salvage some of your day off?

She's not answering her phone.

When she gets like this, she becomes a real madam.

Didn't inherit your chilled out genes, then?

Certainly not. She takes it after her mother.

Miss Gordon. Mrs Rollins.

Malick.

Oh, you're kidding me.

Not kidney stones.

Hi, Miss Gordon, the blood tests have come back

and they show you have inflammation of the gall bladder.

The technical name is Choecystitis.

-Bummer!

-I'm afraid that means quite a long stay in hospital

and an operation.

Can they deport me from hospital?

However, there is a complication.

What?

The urine test has screened positive for pregnancy

No, not me, mate. You've got the wrong girl. I'm on the pill.

-Right. Do you take it every day?

-Yah, religiously!

I'm not getting landed with some babba from some English guy! No offence.

Nonetheless, I'm going to have to ask someone from gyne to come and talk to you, OK?

Are you sure about this?

We can ask for another test, but, in my experience, the lab are pretty spot on.

Oh, my mum is going to kill me!

I can't go back home pregnant!

Hey, isn't there this thing that means you can't be deported if you'll be killed at home?

I think that's more with political prisoners.

Oh, man, what do I do?

Look, if you still want to continue the pregnancy, we'll have to

monitor you and use surgery as a last option.

That'll mean a lot of hospital visits.

If you don't, then we can do your op as soon as we can.

Oh, my God. Are you talking to me about abortion?

Are you forcing me to have an abortion?

No! No way! That's not what I'm saying at all!

This is a nightmare! How could I be so disorganised?

I can't go back to the farm with some baby

from some English guy I might have met at the Dog and Trumpet.

Look, can you leave me alone, please?

Thank you.

Ah, Mr Hope. Um...

Greg told the cops that Dr Haines wasn't up to speaking.

I'm sure he had his reasons.

For lying? Why not just tell us?

He's not himself, I think.

Sahira going?

Possibly. I'd say something more.

I'll talk to him. Let's keep this between us two, for now, OK?

'Did she get a taxi?'

Yes, Annalese. Well, she took my cash so...

'She'll be at the Raleigh Centre. Great. Top work, Michael.'

You are the one who told me she would love the show.

'I'll ring Josh's mother.'

-Who's Josh?

-'Her friend from singing club.'

Wait, she's got a boyfriend I don't know about?

'He's not a boyfriend. He's just a nerd.'

Yes.

It's Mr Bagley, it's an emergency.

All right. I gotta go, Annalese. Don't worry, she's going to turn up.

All right, what's the emergency?

He's refusing the endoscopy.

Clyde, if you will not agree to cooperate

with our investigations, it's very difficult for us to help you.

It's a two way street here.

-I know. It's just...

-I realise it is intrusive, it is uncomfortable, but it's the only way

-to ascertain...

-It's not that. Listen, it's these cleaning procedures.

I'm really not happy. They're not comprehensive enough. There's a whole section here about...

All right, I tell you what. I will have our student give you

the stats on mortality rates due to hospital infections.

In the meantime, please cooperate with our investigations.

Mortality rates?

Ella!

How did you get this manual?

I don't want to go to the police!

Just stop trying to make me do things! I don't want to do anything! So just stop making me!

Look. I'm sorry.

I'm not going to force you to do anything, OK?

Mr Douglas, may I have a word?

Of course, yes.

What in God's name is going on?

She's just upset.

Don't lie to me as you have lied to the police.

Now, I am assuming your intentions are good, however misguided.

Tell me the truth.

Last week...

She told me she had been ab...abused.

By the father?

Yes.

And what did you do?

Nothing.

And that escalated to the events of today?

Why didn't you go straight to the appropriate authorities?

I was trying to help her.

That much is obvious.

Miss Haines.

I would like you to come with me to speak to somebody

from social services.

No, thank you.

Mr Douglas is concerned that you may have been on the receiving end

of unwanted attention.

No. No, that's...

It's not true.

Might you have said something that implied...?

No.

So why do you think that Mr Douglas came to this conclusion?

I-I don't know.

Lucy.

I don't know.

We're trying to help you.

Maybe...

Maybe because of all of the stuff that happened to him

when he was a kid.

He sees things that aren't there.

So there are no grounds for...

No.

I'm fine.

Thanks for asking.

Right, I'll get a nurse to sit with you.

Thank you.

I'm not making it up.

The most important thing is we take all allegations seriously.

I'll ring Hanssen.

Why would she say that you confided in her?

I don't know.

Survival instinct and batting it back at us?

And there's no truth in it?

Of course not!

Right.

You must step away from this case immediately and go home.

-She needs to talk to a professional.

-It won't work, she'll just deny it.

Nevertheless... Stay away. For both your sakes.

That's an instruction. And a warning.

This has really got to you, hasn't it?

Well, from a nurse's point of view, can I just say

not many people think you're a bully

-or that you'd push a patient into an operation.

-Not many?

Thanks. Oh, and isn't it weird that Mrs Rollin and Ms Gordon

are both pregnant?

Oh, hey! Any word?

Er, yeah. I just got a text message,

-she's playing softball at Maynard Park.

-Well?

I'll get her now.

SCREAMING

Can I get some help over here, please?

OK, his BP is 90 over 60.

Come on, Ella, get in here.

How did you not notice he was deteriorating?

-I wasn't sure.

-Hello, it's an emergency ward.

It's not clear what's an emergency.

All right, stop. Clyde, I need you to calm down.

There's clearly an obstruction, let's get him to theatre. Theatre!

Watch out!

I need you to do something for me,

and I need you to show some initiative.

And if you mess this up, there will be consequences.

-You OK for pain relief?

-Yes, the joy of opiates.

I'll get Mr Douglas to sort your prescription.

Fear not.

Enough in the bathroom cabinet to knock out half the city.

Tell me about Mr Douglas.

What do you want to know?

I find him rather curious.

But he seems to have made quite an impact on my daughter.

What is wrong with this guy?

OK, well, if the culprits's not in the stomach or duodenum,

the small bowel, it must be.

-MICHAEL GROANS

-All right, clamps.

Scalpel. All right, keep the suction going.

-Well, if you're going 90 miles an hour...

-I want to get out of here.

I'm going to force Jasmine to have good time with me today.

Well, that is really decisive, mature parenting.

Haha(!) All right, making the incision.

Oh...

-Wow.

-That ain't right.

-What is it?

-Mm, judging from the stench, bezoar.

-Really? You're kidding.

-I have no idea,

I've never seen one before.

Well, if you're in doubt, you'd better ask...

Oh, great(!) All right, let's page Ric!

-You've just read the wrong piece of paper.

-What if it's more than that?

What if I can't hack it?

I mean, look at the signs, first Mrs Turner and now this?

I'm on my last warning. Any more complaints and I'm finished.

You're being way too hard on yourself.

I can't exactly look the students in the eye and say,

"The first rule is don't mix up the patients' notes," can I?

Mr Griffin, you're needed in AEU.

OK.

Sorry, Malick. I suggest you keep calm and carry on.

"Three strikes and you're out."

There's a reason that's a phrase, you know.

Look, can you tell Mr Hanssen that I need to see him urgently?

Yes?

Um...

The patient, Patrick Haines...

has just inferred to me...

I'm not sure if I can say this.

That Greg, our Greg...

might've developed some sort of inappropriate relationship...

..with his daughter.

Right.

Do you think that's true?

No!

Greg's a charmer, he's not a pervert.

Right, then, there's your answer.

But he gave her his number. Which is bad, isn't it?

Could he have thought she was older? Maybe just made a mistake?

I think you're extrapolating too much.

I'm not saying this out of spite.

-I'm like the last person that would want to see him sacked!

-I know.

I know. Um...

Can you keep this to yourself and trust that I will deal with it?

I think he needs a break now, lads.

His blood pressure's a bit unstable, thank you.

Too much excitement for one day.

Yeah, well, blatant lying will raise your heartbeat.

Look, I can see you're angry.

But have you ever asked yourself the reason why you're so angry?

It's because actually, deep down, you're not sure it is wrong.

You've just been told it is.

That would confuse anyone.

HE GASPS MONITOR BEEPS

OK, guys, we need some help in here, please!

Greg, he's hypotensive.

Greg!

Well, do something!

-OK, he may have another bleed.

-Elliot told me you're off the case.

OK, Fetch Ms Naylor.

She's in Paeds. Heart rate's dropping. Greg!

We need to get him back into theatre, guys. Call Darwin One.

-Have you ever seen anything like that?

-Once or twice.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, I have just lost my bezoar virginity.

First one I saw was a young girl who was eating her own hair.

Why on Earth would you do that?

Well, you know, young women deal with things in strange ways.

-Mr Spence?

-Yeah?

I looked everywhere.

I went down to Maynard Park, like you said.

Um... No-one's seen anyone matching her description.

But, um, I used my initiative.

There were some police on Darwin, and I knew how important it was.

So I've reported Jasmine missing.

You did what?

Nurse, gown, please. Mr Douglas, go home.

-No-one else was available.

-I am taking over.

Diaphragm is raised, there's a tear in the liver.

I will deal with it. I would like you to go home.

-MACHINE BEEPS

-He's in VF.

Internal paddles, please.

Mr Douglas, charge.

Charge to 30, stand clear.

Nothing? OK, charge again.

We need to go again.

-I think we should leave him.

-Absolutely not.

Go again. Go again, Mr Douglas!

Nurse. Thank you.

Charge, clear, please.

OK, we have sinus rhythm. Can you call Jac Naylor, please?

I need her immediate assistance. Mr Douglas, leave this theatre.

Mr Douglas?

Miss Gordon? Um...

There seems to be a...

OK...

You're not pregnant. The pain is being caused by the kidney stone.

Which I can sort out today with a relatively noninvasive procedure.

Is this a joke?

That's pretty massive, I don't understand.

No, it's not a joke, we double checked the notes.

-If you would like to speak to someone...

-Oh, thank you so much.

Ah, thank you, you have just saved my life!

-Thank you so much.

-Well, I'm glad you're pleased.

Yeah, but why did they think I was?

-Erm, I think there was a small error.

-Oh, don't tell me.

Some bod in some back room put the wrong dot on the computer?

Bloody hell, you think they could do their job right not to put a girl through this.

Look, it was my fault.

I mixed up the results. I'm-I'm really sorry.

It must have been hard having to think about...

Abortion?! Yah! Pregnancy, life-threatening illness,

it was multiple choice!

-It must've been difficult.

-I'll say, I'm an emotional wreck.

Hey. Do you think I can get, like, millions of bucks in compensation?

I can point to people who can advise you on that, yeah.

Man, I'm kidding.

Look, I can get out of here pronto, I'm made up.

Look, thank you for being so understanding.

Oh, hey, you want to make it up to me? Test me on this.

Malick? The boss just called.

Your meeting with Mrs Turner and the management's in 15.

Someone has logged an anonymous concern about you

on the hospital intranet.

A concern so serious that it necessitated immediate action.

OK.

It alleges that you had an inappropriate relationship

-with a paediatric patient.

-It's not true.

Well, it goes into some details to substantiate the claims.

-For example...

-I know what they are.

So, what've you got to say so that I can file it as malicious gossip?

I was trying to help her.

It's not me, it's her dad. He's been abusing her.

She's denying it.

I told Mr Hope, have you not spoken to him?

No. Not yet, no.

Putting that aside for a moment,

if there's even a scrap of truth in these allegations against you...

The facts are these.

I gave her my phone number and told her to do something about the abuse.

She stabbed him.

The police don't know that yet.

You should also know...

..that I hesitated when it came to reviving him.

Even though this casts your motivations

in an entirely different light...

..I still need an extremely strong reason not to sack you on the spot.

Can you give that to me?

Can you get Mr Hope for me, please?

Thanks for that(!) Now the cops think that I'm, I don't know,

-some kind of serial killer.

-I'm so sorry.

Just talk to the patient, find out if he's been eating his own hair.

-Sorry?

-Exactly what I just said. Go, do it!

-MOBILE RINGS

-Annalese, hi.

No. Don't panic. My student called the cops.

I got a text from Jasmine,

she's fine, she was just playing softball in the park.

It's all fine. OK. I'll call you later. Bye.

Yes! I'm going to pick her up.

-Well, hello.

-Sorry, can I just finish this?

-Hi.

-Hi.

You know there's a search party out looking for you?

Aren't you a little old to be playing hide and seek?

We really miss you, you know? We really thought you cared about us.

I do care. So does your dad.

Then why doesn't he buy me what I need?

Because...money can't show love.

Mum says money's the love of his life.

If he cared about us, he wouldn't let us be poor, would he?

-You're not poor.

-I am. I don't even have a laptop.

MOBILE RINGS

Ric, look, I can't talk right now. I've got to go find Jasmine

before some teen punk gets his hands on her...

Is that her laughing in the background?

Oh, she's with you, huh?

No, you know what? You tell her to come find me.

Mr Malick?

Serena Campbell, the new GS consultant.

Has Mr Hanssen not sent an email?

Well, I'm sitting in on this meeting with you. Shall we?

Wait a minute. I didn't even know we had a new GS consultant.

Ah, contractual nightmare.

It was touch and go with HR until I finally got them to see sense

this morning. Anywho, he's asked me to sub for him on this.

Got an issue with drains or something.

Talk about hit the ground running!

Um...

Don't speak until spoken to. OK?

He's asked for his daughter. Find her, but keep her away from HTU.

Thank you.

Come into my office.

Greg. Come into my office.

You know it wasn't my fault he died.

You know I...

I know Steve signed the Do Not Resuscitate.

It was just...

really clinical.

How would you have liked it to have been?

I don't know.

You were so cold.

It was...

not acceptable.

OK. Mr Malick...

In these situations...

..what's missing is a...

..honest apology.

Oh, sorry. I'm sorry, it is on silent but I've got to get this.

Yeah?

Oh, OK, I see.

-A patient. Crashing in room five.

-What patient?

-The woman.

Sorry.

Mr Malick.

-What about the patient?

-There is no patient.

Never apologise. Unless you have a trust fund large enough

to bail out Iceland.

Which, given our mutual love of discounted designer goods,

I take not to be the case?

I just thought I should show some remorse.

If you're going to wuss out, let me do the talking. Got it?

I've just spoken to Hanssen. Tell him the truth. The whole truth.

I did.

Or tell me. It goes no further.

His name was Jim Logan.

He was our football coach when I was 14.

It happened after practice on Wednesdays.

I am so sorry.

Listen...

The sky has not caved in.

The world is still turning.

What happens now?

Nothing.

It's entirely in your control, do you understand that?

You are in control.

I know this is painful. But can I just run through a few details?

-We'll need them for the Trust.

-Yes.

It says here your husband used cannabis for the pain.

-Yes, that's right.

-Was he a regular drug user?

Well, that makes it sound bad.

I'm just looking at things that might get picked up on.

He just smoked occasionally for the pain.

-Why is this relevant?

-Oh, it's not.

It's just these things seem to get picked up on,

and I want you to be prepared.

I'm afraid the process with the Trust isn't as touchy feely as it is

with us. Because of reputations at stake, et cetera.

And possible financial penalties.

I don't want the money, that was never the point.

I know.

But if you want to take this further, it will be raised.

I just want an apology.

Well, we can't do that, I'm afraid, It's not allowed.

It makes us liable.

-That's just horrible.

-I agree.

And much as we want to offer a sincere and heartfelt regret,

and I know Mr Malick does...

As things stand, it's just not in our interests to do so.

If I withdraw the complaint officially...

will he make an apology?

Absolutely.

If you're sure that's what you truly want,

of course that can be arranged.

That's all that I want. It's just...

I'll drop everything.

I just want to see...

a tiny little spark of humanity.

Mr Malick.

Over to you.

-Oh, hey. Any news?

-She was with Ric. Still is.

-Do you want me to hold the fort while you take her home?

-No.

If I go running, all freaked out, she'll just to do it again.

She's looking for an emotional reaction.

Oh, and heaven forbid a child should ever see emotion from a parent!

Next you're going to have me buying laptop for her as an apology.

Oh.

What do I have here? Two tickets to Toggle Town On Ice, the musical.

I've already seen it. I took Daniel.

It's not bad actually, it's quite fun!

-Mr Spence?

-Yeah, shoot.

If, theoretically,

a patient ate 15 to 20 pieces of fruit a day...

Excess fruit, that caused the bezoar?

-Maybe.

-Jeez, I told him to eat as much fruit as he can.

Well, then he did exactly as he was told.

Yes, it's a very good thing you did.

Brownie point. You just earned a reprieve.

-I know you felt the chat I had with him was indulgent...

-Don't push it, Ella.

I know, I know, I know, I brought this on myself.

Well, that's a little harsh.

I would just say you've been a bit excessive.

But Ella will be very happy to talk you through the extensive

patient nutritional guidance manual, which you will find in my office.

I probably shouldn't have banned the nieces, should I?

Poor little brats. I'll just have to grovel now, won't I?

Well, I do have two tickets to Toggle Town On Ice, the musical.

Not likely. I mean, they're not five!

Fair point.

What exactly does she use the laptop for?

Skype her friends mostly, the same ones she sees all day at school.

Just like her mother, yap yap.

-How do you know?

-Well, because every time I try to call her,

she's got three friends on the go.

So without it, she wouldn't be able to contact you?

Not with her mother hogging the line all the time like she does...

So is it really an indulgence, or a necessity?

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

-I can't.

-It's not that bad. OK...

..it's terrible, but it's also not that bad.

If I can do it, you can.

I can't say it, I feel...

I feel sick saying it.

Just let them say it.

And nod in the right places.

You have a life.

I'll be left with nothing, I'm a child.

No-one's going to abandon you, I promise.

You've...

You've made something of yourself, you've survived.

You have a career, don't you?

And a flat and friends.

You have friends, don't you?

A girlfriend even, you're not a screw up.

I've not had a life.

Not a proper one.

I've never been close to people.

I don't want to be close to anyone.

-You might want to be some day.

-No.

I won't, all of that stuff just...

makes me feel sick.

I don't want this in my life forever.

It will be.

I'm sorry, it will be.

But if you tell someone now, it ends.

You're in control.

Please, don't leave it as late as I did.

Where's Lucy?

I'm Henrik Hanssen, Director of Surgery.

I'm afraid I have some extremely shocking news for you.

News so serious that it was deemed appropriate

for me to deliver it in person.

We've become aware, Dr Haines, that one of our senior CT surgeons

might have been engaged in an inappropriate relationship with your daughter.

Lucy, will you come with me?

I'd like you to talk to a really lovely lady police officer.

I won't leave your side, OK? I promise.

I won't leave your side unless you ask me to.

What if he denies it?

The WPCs are well trained.

She might, though.

Given her age and the seriousness of the crime...

Yes, I'm sorry, I know this must be very painful for you to hear.

It seems likely that your daughter will have to undergo

a forensic examination.

Now, she will of course be accompanied at all times

-by the best people to minimise...

-Whoa.

OK.

It is very difficult, I know.

And no-one wants to compound her suffering.

But hard evidence will make this entire process less painful.

In the long run.

I want a lawyer.

I want a lawyer right now.

Make two pieces of that.

Ah, ah... Forget it, cancel that.

Take a look at that.

Is it second hand?

Yes, it is. And I had to pay over the odds,

cos I had to bully a med student into selling it to me.

-Do I have to give that back?

-Nah, you can keep it.

You didn't even fight her properly.

You were quite reasonable, for you.

Hey, it's not going to be that long.

And, uh...

I didn't fight her because I wouldn't win.

No-one's won. I've lost everything.

-You haven't lost me.

-I felt like I did.

I went missing, and you didn't even look for me.

-I'm sorry. Come on...

-I could've been kidnapped.

I just want my mum and dad to care about me.

-We do.

-Together. At the same time,

in the same place. I hate this.

Yeah.

It sucks.

But you've got to remember something.

I'm your father,

and I am always here for you.

You never forget that.

You understand?

Does this have Skype on it?

The accusation was clearly fabrication,

the incident in theatre, a little harder to explain without a full investigation.

It'll all come out.

Perhaps the best option would be to resign and look for another job.

-Great. Perfect time to throw myself into the jobs market.

-Well...

A few phone calls from me and a reference overestimating

your ability will probably help.

-So are we going to go see the show?

-Nah, that's for kids.

-What else do you want to do?

-Can we go get a burger, then?

Mm... Your mum will flip out.

Let's do it.

Bit close to the wire, wasn't it?

Exam conditions. Brings out my best work.

-I meant weren't we a bit harsh?

-Well, harsh but fair, I'd say.

It's what I get paid for.

At least when they finally send the blooming contract.

Well... I'll be seeing you.

Love a bargain.

Love it.

How's it going?

It's going to be a long road, I think. But she's getting there.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God, don't be. No way.

You really off?

Yeah. Thought I'd head back to Ireland.

Seemed like a good idea what with the economy.

Well...

Do I get a goodbye kiss, then?

I'm sorry if I ever...

Oh, no. You're forgiven.

Tell your mummy she's to find you the right girl.

Will do.

LIFT SPEAKER: Doors closing.

-Trolley.

-OK, I'm on it. Let's get her straight to theatre.

Mary-Claire, we need you.

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