Only Human Holby City

I don't remember you kicking me out of bed.

We made a mistake.

It's as we suspected, it is endometriosis.

-Sure you're OK to be going back to work?

-Of course.

-Are you saying there's a job on offer?

-It's a permanent position or your P45.

I doubt that I'd be tested by AAU.

Well, that's settled then.

Dominic, new F1. I'm looking forward to getting started.

-Especially working with you.

-I'll be with you as soon as I've finished with Mr Ferry.

Thank you.

"Those who can, walk". Lift test during rush hour - idiots!

You take the stairs every day.

It's the principle of the thing.

There, into here.

I bet Michael Spence isn't complaining.

Please. Spence can't powder his nose without breaking a sweat.

-Your professional jealousy's showing.

-Trust me.

Everyone behind these doors knows who really runs this ward.

Excuse me, please, sir.

SHE GROANS

Period pain, yeah?

I'm sorry, did everyone catch that? I'm taking the stairs.

I'll join you.

Jonny Mac! Lift's down.

-We're taking the stairs.

-Er...sore knee.

A couple of floors won't kill you.

Mr Spence, a few of us were wondering,

what maintenance are they doing?

Just some safety test.

Need-to-know situation, eh? So...what we looking at?

Mr Spence?

Need-to-know situation.

It's as if he thinks AAU runs by magic.

He sits in his office earning his megabucks and we're out here killing ourselves.

Something you'd like to share, Nurse Carter?

What work are you actually doing?

We have literally just had a quiet spell this very minute.

Ahhhhhh! Ahh!

Is that a wheelchair user I'm seeing on the floor?

It's OK. She can walk.

Colette's a regular. This time she said she'd taken an overdose of peanuts.

She's allergic, and then she remembered that she hadn't.

Then why is she still here?

-Because now she reckons she's got respiratory problems.

-Has she?

No.

According to which doctor?

I gave her a once over.

And what conclusive tests did this once over involve?

Colette's fine. She always is.

Until the day she isn't.

I would remind you that only last week this ward discharged

a seriously ill patient.

But then I suppose caution requires effort.

Now we need a full set of bloods, a chest X-ray,

and request a cardiothoracic referral.

If this had been done earlier she wouldn't be here now, wasting our time or blocking a bed.

Do your job, or go home. And lose the coffee, now!

You never know. There might actually be a VIP coming in.

-Nicky Clarke, with a bit of luck.

-Like it?

Better than being bald, I suppose.

Probably never find out who the VIP is.

The truth always comes out. Especially the sexy stuff.

You told her?

I'm talking about the married radiologists.

Oh.

That's great, guys. Why didn't you say something?

Because weird bereavement sex isn't something I like to shout about.

Must crack on.

Sex and death. Death and sex.

Those pesky little twins.

AAU referral. I'll see you soon.

Puff, puff, puff - that's all I'm hearing.

I may have taken the "Those that can, walk" notice a little too literally.

I'll take the referral.

Thank you.

That's nice of you.

I'm not doing it for Angina Man.

I'm going to the furthest possible floor from you, because that's how much you annoy me.

I need a nurse! Here, please. We need bloods, fluids, Us and Es, and a CT.

Mr Levy. How was the Caribbean?

You've got to calm down.

That's it. Come on. There you go. All right, darling.

It's just a bit of blood.

My heart's gone. Mr Levy?

-Let me. Let me.

-No, it's fine.

Charlie Fairhead says hi!

Sorry, excuse me.

Stop.

They usually tell us when there's something planned.

It's just a front, isn't it?

Is it, Mr Malick?

I don't know.

Yeah, you do!

Malick.

It's landed on Keller's lap. I'm in clinics I can't bump.

Got to see my lawyer at lunch time.

-Lawyer?

-Yeah, you don't want to know.

Now, I told Hanssen that you could be trusted to manage things.

-You can, can't you?

-Yeah.

-Goes without saying the buck stops with me.

So if you need anything you come and find me. OK?

M-hm.

You're going to be watched like hawks.

-Human rights lawyers, the police.

-I understand.

She's in ED right now.

We haven't had much time to plan.

Now we can't have anyone,

unauthorised staff or patients, see her.

I'll liaise with the police and head of security.

Don't underestimate what I am asking you to do.

You may think you know her from the TV but once she is in front of you,

and you know what she and her boyfriend have done,

there will be emotions and pressures that you didn't expect.

But you have to treat her like any other patient.

I'm an NHS doctor. She's just a body on a table.

She got ill on holiday.

-We came back early.

-Got off the plane and then this.

I assumed it was just a bug.

I was trying not to worry for once.

Mr Levy. Are you all right?

Better order some more blood and FFPs. She's going to need an emergency OGD.

I'm going into the endoscopy.

I'm not in the mood for a best-practice lecture.

I'd like to help.

No, thank you.

Well, you don't have heart palpitations.

Or any of the other symptoms you relayed to my colleague.

Call Mr Levy over. He looks troubled.

He'll be glad to see me.

You're free to leave.

I saw Sister Williams in Infernos. Best not tell Mr Levy.

Best not let him know what the wench is up to.

There are people with real symptoms waiting for this bed. Please leave.

I collapsed with back pain on Thursday and Friday.

It's a sign of a heart attack.

My heart stopped on Saturday.

Did you call an ambulance?

Visit your GP?

Wow, medical history has been made by you yet again.

Not only has a swollen ankle in 2005 rendered you wheelchair-bound for eight years,

but your heart actually stopped on Saturday

and not a single sign of a CT problem.

Are you calling me a liar?

You do not discuss the patient. OK? Her stay here is confidential.

The lift and the lobby outside this room will remain sealed off.

And she will be in view of a prison guard at all times.

Now, you WILL recognise her. But do not react.

The patient is a body on the table. That's all.

Mr Malick, who is the patient?

How's that relevant?

Thank you, Dominic.

PAGER GOES OFF

She's here.

'Doors opening. Lift going up.'

Stabbing...dressed in ED. Let's move.

Multiple lacerations and puncture wounds mainly to the abdomen.

Let's get her inside.

OK, cuffs.

Fluids in. Additional five milligrams of analgesia.

Five units of blood.

100 over 60.

Is this Holby City Hospital?

Yes. You're on the general surgical ward.

Peripheral cannula.

My aunty had her flat round here.

Think they rehoused her.

Something to do with her dog going nuts.

Distended abdomen. Imaging.

That dog wasn't right.

Peripheral cannula. Quickly.

I'm on it.

Thank you, Dominic.

When you were three, you were world champion at crayon-eating,

so this should be easy.

Nearly done.

Sorry, angel.

-OK?

-Yeah, sorry.

Let's go again.

I can see the bleed.

Just need to stem it.

Look at your blood tests. Nearly done.

Sorry, can you give her a minute, please, Ric?

Bleed stemmed. Well done, Rachel.

Have you seen Nurse Carter?

No.

I really don't enjoy making complaints about my nursing staff

but you're leaving me little choice.

I'm not skiving. I just thought that Rachel might want something to read.

And I'm just checking there's nothing inappropriate.

Sacha is not best placed to help with Rachel's care.

I need someone to assist me.

Happy to help.

Yeah. I figured you'd be the only nurse not currently occupied.

SHE SIGHS

Blood in the abdomen.

Dresden Crescent, that was Aunty Cilla's. Wood-chip walls.

-Horrible place.

-She's being treated for breast cancer.

She's been attacked by the other prisoners on the 7th of May before.

What's the 7th of May?

A matter for the prison. Eyes on the job.

Amanda, these stab wounds have caused some internal bleeding.

I need to operate to repair the damage.

Am I going to die?

It's a serious procedure.

I could die...

Am I allowed a compassionate visit?

I'll inform Prison Services of a request.

Thomas.

-Anyone else?

-No.

I'll pass that on to Prison Services. Theatre.

So this is the CT ward.

Er...Mo's got an elective in there.

Does it look as though the consultant's not in a rush, Nurse?

Well, let's hope Mo's patient isn't.

Oh, your new appointment letter. I was...

Did patient confidentiality not exist when you were at medical school?

Sorry. You know, you missed your last appointment. I thought it'd be easier...

I'd love to worry about my unnecessary womb falling out but I'm busy.

Hi.

Oh, wow, Mo! Your hair looks lovely.

Thanks, Mr T.

Yeah, I told Mrs Burgess the A-Team wouldn't let her down.

Ah, the old A-Team, eh?

THEY SING THE A-TEAM THEME

-I'm singing a different bit.

-Oh, what are you like?!

What am I like?

I suppose I'm a bit like Murdock, really, aren't I?

Although tell you what, I live in hope of being The Face!

Face of what? Lame work-place flirtation?

Has anyone got any work to do?

I can't get into bed.

You won't be staying.

Am I going for a scan?

No. Just a quick portable echo.

What's going on in your life?

Nothing.

Are you telling me the truth?

-Yes.

-Any disappointments?

-No.

-What would be disappointing?

-Nothing.

-Nothing? You like all things the same?

-Yes.

-Exactly the same?

-Yes.

-HAVING fertility problems as much as NOT having fertility problems?

You really should keep your endometriosis appointments.

It can be treated but you need to take action.

Read my private letters again and you'll regret it.

Ms Naylor?

I need that for my patient.

Please?

Oh...please, Mo.

Please take time-out from eating this portable echo,

taking sexy snaps of your innards for Mr Thompson, or whatever

it is you're planning to do with it and let the consultant use it.

Well, since you asked so nicely...

Thank you.

Rachel, I'd just like to ask you a few questions.

No more endoscopes, promise.

Yes, the hard bit's done.

Would you like to talk in private?

No.

Come on, then.

Now, I understand that you've been feeling run down recently?

A little nauseous?

I think the bag can wait a couple of minutes, thank you, Nurse Carter.

Anything unusual about your urine?

No.

Bowel movements? Any problems?

No.

Any unusual discharge or bleeding?

No.

Have you started your periods?

And when was your last period?

A few weeks ago.

Can you remember exactly?

-No! I can't.

-Rachel, this is important.

Would you rather have a wee chat with me instead, Rachel?

Whatever you want.

Sorry, Dad.

Scalpel.

Cutting the lienorenal ligament.

The cross-match you requested.

Thanks.

They say she was a really sweet girl at school.

How could she do those horrible things?

Keep your opinions to yourself, please.

Sorry. I was just saying, it's creepy.

You were spreading judgements about the patient. Unprofessional.

MONITOR BEEPS

OK. Focus on the task, people.

I've arranged a scan to check there's no further bleeding.

But the blood results will give us a better picture. You OK?

Yes. Yes, thank you.

Right - now, no prying into her conversation with Mary-Claire.

I know. Respect her privacy, there if she needs me. Yes, I know.

So what are you going to do, catch some gamma waves?

Do I need my radiation wet suit? What do you think?

You're such a dork, Dad!

I see.

Do we tell Sacha?

No, let's wait for the blood results.

What do we do now?

You manage things out here until we know more.

-But...

-I'll be in my office.

Well done for getting the information out of Rachel.

Keep it up.

Suction.

..on the renal pedicle.

Clip.

That was amazing.

Patient stabilised.

Mr Spence was confident that you could lead this case.

-You seem to have things under control?

-Yep.

The DCI wishes to speak to you.

I've directed enquiries to the duty manager.

Best keep the medicine and the legal work apart.

When a patient arrives from a high security prison, their legal work arrives with them.

You wanted to lead this case, so lead it.

All of it, please. He's waiting for you on the ward.

Mr Malick. Can I have a word?

I'm not very happy with...

Dry your eyes. It's forgotten, all right?

Is it true? It's Amanda Layton?

Who told you?

Er...think everyone knows.

-How?

-Malick.

Word's out.

Worried patients, gossiping staff - there was always going to be a leak.

Now there's going be a security rethink. Do you want me to take over?

I can handle it.

In shocking news,

I can confirm there's naff-all wrong with your heart.

Such a dreamy man.

But you may want to drop into the optician's at some point.

You could have said ophthalmologists. I am studying medicine.

You're discharged.

Don't change the subject. You've got endometriosis.

Let's talk.

Are you going to leave?

Where's a better doctor?

One who isn't going to inflict their disappointment with life onto me.

I'm just going to wheel you out.

Would you pick an able-bodied person up and move them?

Correct. It would be assault. She looks nice.

A better doctor who won't let her shrivelled ovaries colour

her treatment of my heart symptoms.

-Doctor!

-Yep?

It's assault.

Not if you can walk.

Ah!

Inspector.

I hear the inmates were vicious this year?

May 7th. It's their prison birthday.

Necessary information about my patient's care will be provided.

Antoine Malick.

The surgeon leading the case.

DCI Green. I've been leading the investigation into the Sandwell murders

for the past twelve years.

Right.

You're a registrar, yes?

You asked to speak with me?

Amanda did more than refuse to cooperate with

the case against Thomas Sandwell.

She may not have murdered anyone herself but we know she helped him cover it up.

Ten years in prison and still not a peep out of her.

-Strange.

-Trust me, I've seen a lot of this in my field,

women doing anything to protect their boyfriends.

Amanda's had major surgery. There's a real possibility she could die?

-We can't rule out post-op complications, but...

-Major surgery on top of breast cancer

for which she has an advance directive not to be resuscitated.

How do you know that?

She told me.

We've spent a lot of time together over the years.

I need to speak to Amanda when she wakes.

When I'm satisfied she's stable.

No - as soon as she wakes.

I'm her doctor. I've said no.

There's a news story breaking.

Thomas Sandwell hanged himself this morning.

Mr Spence, I've just been speaking with the DCI that worked on the case.

-It's a bit of a dumb question but...

-Hold that dumb question. You've a problem with your nursing team.

She's out of theatre in recovery. So far, so good.

Great. Ask Nurse Lane for 15-minute obs.

Nurse Lane couldn't handle the case. I've told her to take five.

-What? I'm a nurse down! Since when do nurses pick and choose?

-Hey. Don't blame your team.

You had a duty to prep them for what was coming through the door and you didn't.

-Now, I thought you were handling things.

-I am! I'll sort it with Nurse Lane.

All right. Oh, what was this question?

Nothing.

I'm just going to muck things up.

I can't even look at her without thinking about what they did.

Channers, please. Please, come back.

You said to treat her like a body on the table but I can't.

That's because I didn't prepare you properly. It's my fault.

Please come back.

I don't want to get you into trouble.

I would not have picked you if I didn't know you could handle this.

OK. I'll try.

Don't snoop on the patients.

Sorry.

And you're still quite sure you can't stand?

Yes.

-Can we try and help you back into the chair?

-No.

We can't just leave her there.

-She can walk!

-I know.

Let's not distress her any more than she distresses herself.

Let's humour her histrionics, thereby removing any incentive for her to stop wasting our time.

She just wants a bit of attention.

Well, that's a helpful insight from the nurse.

I fear that we're in a tricky legal position

and the eyes of the world are on us today.

Let's move her but with consent. Gently. Sensitively.

She can walk!

Mo, I'm aware that you are busy today

but would you assist Ms Naylor in this gentle removal?

-Sure.

-Fabulous!

I've got better things to do than help you discharge your patient.

So let's just try and work together. OK?

The patient's awake, Mr Malick.

Right.

Those poor parents.

Is the seal causing you discomfort?

Any questions?

Is Thomas coming?

No.

Can I still conceive?

Thomas and I would like our own baby when we're out.

Well, he'd like his own football team

but I think we might be getting on a bit for that, hey!

Um...

Well, if you keep yourself fit, there's n...

there's no reason that you can't be um...Supermum.

What's your name?

Nurse Lane.

Such nice hair.

Nurse Lane. Check the ward's had the security updates, yeah?

DCI Green will come and talk to you now.

We do this together. We stop when I say.

Of course.

Are viral infections serious?

Well, they can become serious if you don't knock them on the head.

So I think you stay off school as long as it takes.

We think it's a viral infection.

Oh, are those Rachel's?

Yes, but I have to, um...

Another NVQ. I'll have to start calling you Einstein!

I haven't seen you for ages. How's Mrs Green?

She ran off with some PE teacher.

Oh, I'm sorry. Was she getting upset about your workload again?

It's stress that's given you heart problems.

Well, she's gone now.

How are the families?

Their lives ended years ago.

You'll send them my best, won't you?

We're all victims in this mess.

I'm not here on official business. We need to have a chat.

What is it?

It's Thomas?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sacha got the scan off me. He thinks it's good news.

These things happen.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Right, scan rules out bleed so... let's get blood cultures off.

Rachel's aware that she might have upset you

when she asked for a private chat with Mary-Claire.

I just can't believe I felt sorry for myself.

Of course she doesn't want to talk about her periods in front of her dad.

The bloods were inconclusive.

I'd like to perform a bone marrow biopsy.

Why?

Rachel told Mary-Claire that she'd had a lump on her groin.

For some weeks.

She never said.

It's not unusual for teenage girls to keep quiet about these things.

It would be best practice to test for leukaemia.

Well, let's... let's do this biopsy, then.

You didn't come here for nothing.

Calm down, and then we'll talk.

Has he got an appeal?

He'd have to have given a proper testimony for that.

You can't appeal on a pact of silence, can you?

I don't believe that he's given a new statement.

-He'd never pin the blame on me.

-Pin the blame?

So what is this news, then?

DCI Green, come on.

Give up, cave in - but pin the blame? That would involve you knowing he was guilty?

You know, you're almost on the scrap heap.

You've failed, you're desperate, so you sneak in here, you pretend there's news about Thomas.

And try and trick me into a confession.

There's no news, is there?

What?

They got him, didn't they?

Amanda, I do have some news.

What's happened to him?

No, you can't move.

I'll find out myself.

Miss Layton!

Amanda, I'm afraid Thomas is dead.

NO!

SHE SOBS VIOLENTLY

You know what? I thought you lot were trained in breaking bad news.

I was doing that. I just saw an opportunity to get the truth out of her so I went for it.

You were trying to get a confession out of an intensive care patient.

You put me in there to get a confession!

-Let me back in.

-Are you serious?

I'm out of the force in six months. It's back to square one once I go.

Twelve years I've spent getting her trust.

I just need a few minutes to put things right.

She's post-operative - immediately bereaved!

I'll help to calm her down so she can recover. That's what you want, right?

I've bent the rules enough.

Amanda is only going to get more distressed if she deals with this alone.

I'm her only friend.

-Maybe we could lift you up?

-No.

What would you like, Colette?

Ms Naylor to take my worrying cardiac symptoms seriously.

You do take her symptoms seriously, don't you?

I was very worried for a while.

I just sound like I don't care whenever I'm really worried.

Thankfully, my fears were unfounded.

Oh! Worrying for others when she's got so many problems of her own.

She's being treated herself...

Colette.

Our secret, then.

Colette, there's some very sick people who need to use this gangway for theatre.

Some of them are having heart attacks. They could die.

Why don't you get up, eh?

I would love to get up but I can't.

You'll have to lift me.

You're not like Thomas. You're a kind person, Amanda.

Not helping those families must be torture. And Thomas is gone now.

SHE SOBS

What's your reward for protecting him? I wish you'd talk to me.

This isn't what we agreed.

I'm only telling you this for your own good.

You know the prison check his post.

He had a close pen pal.

A 20-year-old drama student from Croydon - Emma.

Shut up!

That's too far. Out.

I'm retiring, I don't care if they sack me.

He told Emma she was his soul mate.

He kept photos of her next to his bed.

I don't believe you. You know, a lot of tarts liked Thomas.

He hates tarts.

I'm feeling a bit sick.

You said he hated tarts.

You obviously had a conversation about it.

-Who did Thomas say was a tart?

-None of this is admissible evidence.

I don't care what's admissible. I just want to tell the parents what happened to their kids.

Mr Malick.

She's not fit for questioning. You need to leave.

Hanssen's office.

Dad.

This is important, OK? We're nearly done.

I hate needles!

Come on, Rachel. You're not a baby.

I'll give you 20 quid if you keep still.

Oh, to be young and gullible again!

Hey!

Let that be a lesson to you.

What's this even testing?

We just want to get a clearer idea of what's going on. That's all.

All clean now.

How do you feel your duty to provide impartial patient care was met?

She recovered well.

I made a judgement call that she was fit to speak with the DCI.

But with a greater insight, I should have been more cautious.

Given that the patient is bereaved as well as in post-operative care?

Malick, not only did I make myself available to you,

I specifically made it clear that you should consult with me.

I know, but I thought...

Like always, you wanted the glory. You wanted to play detective with your buddy.

Ego is the distance between one's capabilities and one's ambitions.

There's no room for it here.

I made a mistake.

I think we've established that.

So, Mr Spence, it's your case. How do you wish to proceed?

Look...you know I don't make the same mistake twice.

There may well be a complaint about conduct.

But medically, Malick's been faultless.

The job's nearly done.

On balance, I would rather not disrupt continuity of care.

But don't let me down again.

-Mr Malick?

-RAPID BEEPING

-The seal's come off.

-Is she dying?

-Let's get her back to theatre.

-How could you let this happen?

-It's a post-op complication. It happens.

-Cross match bloods. OK, let's go.

She can't die. She's not taking her secrets to the grave.

That's the Darwin tour over.

This is where you work. Wow!

-Sometimes I think it's all a dream.

-Right, you've got your leaflets.

Lots of tips to keep your heart healthy, yeah?

Good, OK. Time to go.

Ahh! Ooh! A pain in my back.

All right. Wind it up. It's time to go.

Ms Naylor has spent a lot of time giving you a thorough examination.

If she says you're good to go, you're good to go.

She's not fit to make that call. She's got endometriosis.

She thinks she's going to die alone and is taking it out on me.

Just discharge her.

Ms Naylor. I'm sorry.

Take me back. I should apologise.

She'll be fine.

Vascular set.

The hepatic artery.

Clamp.

Clamp!

RAPID BEEPING

Better angle?

Right. Bone marrow test is done. Now for the serious business.

When are you going to get rid of this Chrissy-do?

Oi!

-I like the highlights.

-Me too.

Just a sec.

Can I go to your hairdresser's and get some more?

Yeah, of course you can.

Can I get a spray tan?

We'll see.

How can I apologise to Ms Naylor if you won't put me through?

I don't want to leave a message!

I have to speak to her.

Wait. Ms Naylor's upset and this woman won't put me through.

Mr Levy? Mr Levy?

MR LEVY!

Look what you've done, Margaret.

95 over 80.

I was going to see him again.

Your vacuum seal was dislodged. You've been in theatre.

All is fixed.

Don't leave me, Thomas.

I don't want to live any more.

Did you pull off the seal?

I can't do this any more.

You can't do it any more? You? Seriously?

-Mr Malick?

-Your boyfriend killed young women and you said nothing.

You deserve nothing.

There are parents out there who need answers.

How dare you try and take the easy way out!

You only said what everyone thinks.

What you said about Thomas and that pen pal.

It wasn't true, was it?

Oh, yes. There were only two things Thomas Sandwell liked about Amanda.

One - she was a mug. Two - she was too damaged to know it.

Just chucked her a bone when he needed to.

Your behaviour's been totally unprofessional. You've got to leave.

No. I'll do what it takes.

Twelve years - I owe the families that much.

Do you want me to make a complaint?

Hey, it was suspected suicide. Call psych for a referral.

Sure. I think there's some bleeding from the liver.

Right. Let's increase the rate of transfusion.

I was this close to saying the same thing to her myself.

Who do you think you're talking to?

Mr Spence called. He's coming up to check on things.

-I didn't say...

-It's done.

Better face the music.

I want offspring like I want a team-bonding day.

So no girly chat.

You've been having abdominal pains for weeks and going off for meetings with Mr Thompson.

Endometriosis had crossed my mind.

Mm. Well, aren't you sharp as a tack?

Has Jonny guessed?

Nah, just thinks you're a stroppy cow.

Is that what all this has been about?

You're not seriously worried that he's going to reject you because you might have fertility problems?

I don't want to get back with that Scottish nurse, let alone have offspring with nurse DNA.

Whatever treatment you're having isn't working. You've been prescribed the pill?

I'm not putting hormones in my body every day.

What? In other words, it made you explode into a size 6?

SHE RETCHES

I told you I was ill.

Allergic angiodema. Hydrocortisone, adrenaline and chlorophenothane given at the scene.

Swelling's under control. But she is going to town.

Why did you bring her here?

-She says she's your patient.

-Colette, you need to calm down. You're going to hurt yourself.

This is really serious.

-Don't encourage her.

-Nice.

-You didn't take my calls.

-B/P 80 over 70. Could be a media stenitis?

No obvious rupture of the oesophageal wall,

no previous procedures.

I was calling you.

She's really overdoing it.

I don't need your help.

SHE RETCHES

On behalf of the hospital,

I am sorry that you were put under the stress of police questioning.

Malcolm and I go way back. It's fine.

And you are happy with your care?

Mr Malick's been great.

Good. We will monitor that bleed.

Thanks.

You lost your rag. It's not worth ruining a career over.

You do believe me when I say Thomas was innocent, don't you?

If...that's what you say.

Sure.

Thank you. Thank you.

Just a one night thing, yeah? You sure about that?

Call me old-fashioned but I want a girlfriend that's going to

mop my brow, not stick hot needles in it.

You don't think she's pinging your bra strap - metaphorically?

I am way past the point of caring.

You're just hurting yourself, Colette.

I said I was ill.

That's no-one's fault but your own.

Just apologise. She won't calm down till you do.

Just back off.

Stop taking your problems out on me.

Colette? Colette?

Looks like she's perforated her oesophagus. Prep theatre.

Ahh! Ahh!

Rachel's wondering where you are.

See, she wouldn't go in the pool. Because she loves swimming.

You know, and I should have known there was something.

All I've ever done since the day she was born is worry.

But this time I didn't. Because Chrissie said I worried about the kids too much.

-No-one could have foreseen this.

-You see there, look.

"Telltale symptoms - nausea, fatigue, anaemia-like."

I have given lectures on this!

If you want to beat yourself up, then I can't stop you.

But your guilt trip isn't what Rachel needs right now.

Oh, my God.

My little girl has got...

Yes. She has. I'm very sorry.

But you will find a way to cope.

How could you possibly know if I can cope?

Because I know you.

I know that beneath the clown exterior, you have a core of steel.

You're a far better father than I ever managed to be.

I know that even if you don't feel like you can hold it together,

you'll pretend that you are, until you do.

For your family's sake.

Your daughter's scared

and she needs you to tell her what's happening.

I need you to write some stuff down for me.

I'm a little concerned about that bleed from your liver.

Forget the bleed. I'm not having Thomas buried in a coffin.

He has to be cremated. Just write this down.

I'm afraid we may need to look at alternatives to the transfusion.

-I said, forget that.

-Amanda, you're going to get very ill.

I don't care.

You know, it's not easy to love someone like me.

But Thomas did. Even though I didn't deserve it.

I read in the paper something about your mum. Her boyfriends?

Write this down for my Thomas, please.

I have to give him a nice send-off.

He'd want his ashes scattered in Ashwood Forest.

There's a little chapel that we drove to.

It's just ruins really. Scatter the ashes at dusk.

Because the deer come up a bit closer then. He loved that.

OK. I'll pass on every word.

But now I need to feel your stomach.

How could they do that to him? Ten years.

And he took it for me.

I know you loved him.

But right now you need to concentrate on getting better.

Why?

When the seal came off...

That was a suicide attempt, right?

No. No, it was not a suicide attempt.

We knew what they'd do to people like us. And we agreed.

No suicide. We would wait for each other.

But Thomas is gone now.

I really think you should talk to the police when you're ready.

I think you'd feel a lot better if you talked. A lot of people would.

You said you believed he was innocent.

Don't. Not when I'm trusting you with his funeral.

You're all so cruel.

What did they do to him?

Tell me.

Amanda.

Thomas wasn't attacked.

He hanged himself.

Tear's pretty bad. Let's revert to end-to-end anastomosis. Diathermy.

Poor Colette.

That's where cutting off your nose to spite your face gets you.

OK, that's resected.

All that lashing out. Hurt no-one but herself in the end.

Stapler.

Come on, come on.

But you gamble with your health, and before you know it it's too late.

Perhaps you could save your subtlety for your next love letter to

Gary Barlow and try to do something in theatre besides block my light.

ALERT BLEEPS

Mo's got your back.

Bang, bang, bang...

Amanda, your blood pressure's dropping very low. We need to...

I've got an advance directive.

We're aware of that, but given your suspected suicide attempt we can't enforce it, plus...

I did not attempt suicide! I'm not a psych case.

What's the point in questions again and again for years

if no-one ever listens to me?!

Even if psych isn't an issue, your directive's for your cancer.

No, it's not.

You know you weren't on your A-game in theatre.

Mr T just happens to have popped down again.

Do yourself a favour, yeah?

We've done some tests and we found out why you've been feeling poorly.

You've got leukaemia.

That's cancer!

Yeah, but there are various different types. Now, this one we know we can treat.

We're going to do some chemotherapy.

I've got cancer?

Yeah, but we can treat it. That's what we're going to do.

I promise you. I promise you that.

OK?

Now, this isn't going to take over your life, all right?

I won't let it.

Could I die?

Oh, grow a back bone.

Right... So let's discuss your care needs.

Tell me what drugs I need.

Right... Um...could you do a urine sample for me, please?

Is that really necessary?

Well, yeah. I mean I think it's best to be on the safe side, what with your hormones being so...

"End-stage cancer" or "condition of similar gravity".

What does that mean?

It's all there, isn't it? It's all signed back in January.

-I think you need to think long and hard, Amanda.

-No... I'm meant to be with him.

I've met women like you. Their boyfriends spot a bit of a weakness in them.

Maybe a difficult past. They look after them, make them feel special.

Maybe... Thomas made you feel like that, too?

I never lied, you know.

Do you believe me?

I think a sad life's led you here.

BEEPING

Mr Malick. What now?

We'll refer you to the haematologists

and if possible they'll start chemo next week.

Here, I'll teach you how to blag freebies at the tuck shop.

Dad? Do you swear I'm going to be OK?

Yes, I swear.

-You can't do that.

-Yeah, but she will be. OK?

I don't get what the advance directive covers. Are we resussing her or not?

-One sec.

-It's assault if we resus someone with an advance directive, isn't it?

Yeah.

But an attempted suicide makes the directive null and void, right?

Yeah.

And we've called psych, so we HAVE to resus her?

I suspected suicide. I made a psych referral. Adrenaline.

Colette. I think we both know you made yourself sick.

And you don't really need your wheelchair.

You'll be delighted to know you've caused yourself to have major surgery.

And you'll be bedridden and muted for a good week.

And I'll be looking after you.

-Can't Mr Levy be my doctor?

-< Ms Naylor?

Mr Levy's just found out his daughter is very seriously ill.

Attention seeking brat.

Mr T for you.

Yes?

I...I see.

Your bum's changed. I knew you were pregnant.

Thank you.

These came for her. Do I give them to the police?

Just stick them in the staff room.

Hey.

-Can't stop.

-I need...

-I can't, Malick. Talk to Hanssen.

-Mr Malick?

-Yes?

That's for protecting the bitch who killed my daughter.

Now you need to help me.

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