Digby Dog Holby City

-Ow, ow!

-I've got a knife, don't turn around.

Arthur! CAR ALARM BLARES

He can't even remember his name.

Or maybe there's a reason he doesn't want us to see his medical records.

I really like the name Charlie, and anything is better than Patient X.

You're getting better!

You don't think you might be getting a little over-involved

with this patient?

Don't you ever dare change, Nurse Lane.

Another line.

Faster.

-Chantelle?

-Chantelle!

-Oh! I'm so sorry, I was just...

-Yeah, all right, we know!

Screw this, I'm getting him to theatre.

Tony, cancel my list till four.

-You, get me another bed.

-OK. Who do I discharge?

-Oh, please,

for once, just work it out yourself!

-Password?

-Hacking powers have dimmed, have they?

Smorgasbord? No? Sarahlund?

-I won't reveal your bonus, I promise.

-Fredrik. As in The Great.

At last! A chance to reap my revenge!

Joking. I will be totally professional with all data.

Apart from with the villain who nicked my parking spot.

He still needs to see the nutritionist.

He's down to 65%. What about him? Police get anywhere?

He's still amnesiac, although the head CT came back clear.

-What did Neuro say?

-Sceptical about the memory loss. He's had a week.

Let's give him another 24 hours.

If he's been milking it, food would've scared him off.

-OK, who do I...?

-Mr Malick?

-OK, coming. Can you sort it?

-Yes, yup.

-Mr Spence with a perforated bowel?

-Yep, here's the history.

-Thank you.

-And your Wilson's triumph? Has he got a name yet?

-No. But...

I think he's ready to be discharged. Neuro's happy.

B/P's back at 120 over 80, liver's functioning well

and copper levels dipped to within normal range.

-Have social care arranged interim accommodation?

-Yes.

-And, yes, GP access.

-And Dr Kozinsky's assessment?

-On its way.

Very good, good work.

Dr Kozinsky?

Are you available to do an assessment ASAP?

Is the patient a danger to himself or others?

-If I say no, will you still come?

-I'll be there when I can.

-You visualising a positive outcome?

-Goodness, it works.

-It'll be fine!

You've done it, like, a gazillion times.

-Hope you're not bringing Mr Fuzzy onto my ward?

-He needs his ball.

I'll keep him down here. I have to change my parking space.

Oh, you're the one? I heard someone had dared to encroach.

It's her play at machismo. Come on, poochie, we need caffeine.

I'm talking to the dog!

-Can you hear me?

-Ah! This is our hypoglycaemic shock?

-Yep, blood glucose of 40. But...

-Can you wake up?

-Has he had an infection?

-Definitely yes, I'd say.

-Right. How long has it been like that?

-Erm...

-Who are you?

-I'm staff at Malberry Lodge.

-Casual at the residential home.

But I've been on my day off. He says he can look after himself.

-He gets upset if I try.

-Do you have ANY medical training?

Do you mean like...what modules?

OK, let's get him on fluids and insulin.

Have Malick take a look, he loves a bit of gangrene.

Full blood screen, please.

Is that our locum anaesthetist?

Oh, yeah. Edward something.

There you go, fresh as a daisy.

Feel.

-That's not seen daylight for a bit.

-Pleasure.

-Got anything for the weekend?

-Cheeky.

Come on, I might get lucky with...

SHE GIGGLES

Oh! Have you referred Mr Thompson to a nutritionist?

Not yet, next on my list. Got to go.

-We ARE quite busy.

-I know, I'm not blind.

Um, how is the eye?

-Oh, God, can you see it?

-AAU need me. Limb ischemia. Any probs,

-call me, OK.

-Of course.

Also, the police dropped this off?

Do you want me there when you go through it? Talk over the events?

No.

We're busy.

And erm, we should discharge...?

-Where to? Under the viaduct?

-They've found him a room at a hostel.

Oh, they ARE silly, aren't they?

-Bringing anything back?

-Yeah.

I think maybe my hair was shorter? Like, a lot shorter.

Do you mean like cropped or a buzz cut?

-Yeah, like army-style, even.

-Really?

-Give up, mate.

Never going to happen.

Actually, Malick, that is 100% factually incorrect

because actually, Chantelle and I have kissed!

So GOING to happen is actually the next logical progression.

I meant, she's never going to piece this guy together.

-This is Psych stuff. Needs a pro.

-Oh, I see.

But, you know, thanks for keeping me updated. Not at all awkward.

Oh, good. And can we do it in Pulses?

I can't stand that dreary meeting room.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

Oh, and bring a list of who's on maternity leave, would you?

Jenny, I will have to call you back.

Hello, Satan.

-Where's your little helper?

-Peace offering.

Job lot from Calais?

I should have emailed you. It's just a four week stint.

-Double the rate and half the hassle of a real job?

-Got me this far.

-You're the big cheese here, I see.

-I am indeed.

-PHONE RINGS

-Ringing off the hook.

Hello.

Ah, Dr Wilde! Good, good. I'll brief Malick en route.

-Sorry, I've got to, erm... We must catch up.

-We must.

Book a time with my PA.

-Mr Troughton to radiology.

-I can't. Mr Burns is...

-Sorry, sorry, Burns to radiology and...

-Troughton to orthopaedics.

-And you've discharged Charlie?

-No way. Tell Mr Spence he's not ready.

I don't want to bug him. He's elbow deep in ileum with Hanssen.

Look, Social Care have set up a pathway to manage his condition.

-He won't be cast adrift...

-He will!

-He won't.

-He won't cope.

-He doesn't even know who he is!

-Yes.

Neuro think that he's exaggerating the memory.

That's just horrible.

Hmmm, yeah, I'm, eurgh, it's just Michael needs the bed for a post-op.

And, well, Hanssen signed it off.

-Any improvement in Hattie?

-Not wonderful. I'll tell Mo.

Oh, by the way, I've swapped your valve with my stent

so I can leave early.

Erm, Jac, you'll have to change it back.

-I've promised the patient.

-So I'm going to miss spinning AGAIN?

If I get fat, it's your fault!

All your results suggest you're on the mend. So...

-We're looking at discharging you before lunch.

-Gutted.

I've ordered the fish and chips.

You've been a star.

-I hope you know.

-Ah, well, I get paid.

It's just... Well, it's coming back a bit?

-Things are coming back.

-Go on.

-I'm just...getting these pictures?

-Flashbacks?

-I can see wires. And I just feel sick?

Can you hear anything?

No noise. Just pressure. Like I could drop dead any second.

-Chantelle.

-Excuse me. Mr Janis's prescription

-and pharmacy want you to sign something?

-OK, fine.

Did you tell him?

Erm, no, his temp's up a bit, so I'm going to wait for Mr Malick.

-Let me see.

-It's OK. I can deal with him.

Erm... you've written 36.5.

Did you just lie to me concerning an observation?

-Maybe a little white lie.

-I'm not sure it's funny.

-Oh, come on,

he needs time.

Otherwise it'll just be the paramedics

bringing him back in next week.

I agree the chances of readmission are high, but...

Let's wait and discharge him to someone he knows.

We don't have the luxury.

Fine, I'll go with him to the hostel, settle him in.

That being said, you might have a point.

Did you get anything out of him at all?

Apart from unrecognised art genius.

-Guesswork, possibly bomb disposal, something high risk.

-Right.

-Did he tell you this?

-No.

-Because it sort of sounds like rubbish.

Yes, Arthur. Sorry, I've been fielding calls. Just a sec.

Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.

Oh, good boy. I'm yours... How compliant is he?

-Fairly.

-So it's just the memory loss? What did Neuro say?

-To check with Psych.

-Any suggestion that he's traumatised?

-OCD or educational deficit?

-Nothing overt.

-Panic attacks? Abusiveness?

-Symptoms for PTSD?

-To be honest,

he seems completely all right, apart from the absence of memory.

-So it's not urgent?

-'It is sort of urgent.'

THUMP, DOG YELPS, SHE GASPS

I'll call you back.

Samson? DOG GROANS

Get up. Poochy. Get up. Come on.

Come on. Oh, no.

Down here, Samson's been hurt. I was on the phone and I...I...

Careful! Careful! Probably a broken limb. Samson... Paw? Paw?

Yes, broken limb... OK, think... What do I do, what do I do?

Someone fetch Jac Naylor. She and I...

-Oh, God, got to stop this bleeding.

-Jac Naylor...?

-You don't have insurance?

-Yes, of course I do... Think. What do I do?

-We call a vet, OK? We call a damn vet.

-All right, Samson.

If Malick can spare you, try and observe Mr Spence's operation.

-Malick's been called to AAU.

-Ah, so single-handed. Going smoothly?

-Absolutely.

-Good. Well, pressing administration to delegate.

Don't even think about offering him a permanent post.

-Have I missed Malick?

-I can't. You're I/C HR.

Is that why you devolved it? See if I'd sack him?

No, I just feel HR is women's work. And that was me joking.

-Who are we discussing?

-Oh, my! You really don't know, do you?

SHE LAUGHS

OK, I bought you some time, but you really need to try hard, OK?

-Appreciate it.

-These wires,

can you feel anything or see anything?

-I feel like everything is on us.

-Pressure?

-Yeah. Bad.

-Like I'm pretending to be strong, but...?

-So it's pressure...

To be a hero?

-I'm sorry, it all goes blank.

-Ready to have another look?

-How long have I been here?

-About an hour. You fainted in the day room.

-Was it the snooker?

-Please don't report me.

-Do I ever?

-You should have said. About your foot.

-What's wrong with my foot?

How could she let it get that bad! How?

Thick as two short planks, these girls.

Less of the casual sexism, please. Are you sure there's no alternative?

We could watch and wait,

-but I reckon that's just delaying the inevitable.

-Right.

OK. You prep the team, I will go and tell him.

Mr Capponi, feeling a bit more yourself now?

-Could I have a little water?

-Of course, when did you last drink

-or eat anything?

-I do them a breakfast, but he's quite fussy.

-I don't have my injections. Did you bring them...?

-Sorry.

It's OK, this drip is stabilising your blood sugar.

-And my leg is numb, I can't feel it.

-Yes, we've seen your leg.

In fact, it's the leg I need to talk to you about.

I'm afraid it's become very infected.

Unfortunately, we're looking at a scenario where an amputation

might be the best defence against blood poisoning.

-No way!

-I'm sorry, I know that's a lot to take in.

-How will he walk?!

But blood poisoning would be extremely serious.

-What about antibiotics?

-We're past that, I'm afraid.

-My foot or my leg?

-Hard to say. Possibly just below the knee.

-HE GASPS

What about his mobility?

After surgery, someone will talk to you about prosthetic options.

I'm sorry. I'll get you crutches or something...

Shut up, please, Bethan. Please.

OK, thank you. Oh, dear.

-Can you prep Psych, please? How soon can you take him in?

-Soon as.

-Who's on call from Anaesthetics?

-New guy. Edward something.

-Is he good?

-I know him. I'll brief him.

-You worked with him before?

Our paths have crossed, yes.

OK, fractured humerus.

-I'd like to operate. is that OK?

-Of course.

-It's expensive.

-Doesn't matter!

-OK, let me call my guys at the clinic.

-Could he have injured himself in some way?

-That's unlikely.

-Elliot, listen to me.

-I can't believe some maniac just...

To be honest, could be low-speed impact. Doggy bones are fragile.

These parking spaces are intended for doctors!

I'm sorry, it was my fault. I was on my phone and...

-I lost sight of him for a moment.

-And the bastard just drove off!

-Is he OK?

-He'll live.

-How can I find out who parked here?

-Ask security?

-Right, that's just what I'll do.

-And...your valve repair is prepped.

-What, under?

-We were being efficient.

-You have to cancel.

-Shall I ask Jac? She's pretty handy.

-I can't. I promised.

-It's an emergency.

-No. I can't. You will call me, won't you?

-Of course.

-We'll take excellent care of him.

-Thank you.

-Elliot. Seriously.

-Where are you?

-Switch on the webcam.

Dr Kozinsky has been delayed, I presume?

I was wondering if she could see him as an outpatient?

Just sort of seems like a waste of her time...

He seems to have told Chantelle that he was in the SAS or something.

Do you know what proportion of vagrants are ex-service personnel?

-2-3%?

-More like 25%. This should not be news to a doctor

who's already done an emergency rotation.

-Volume!

-It's not. It's really not, actually.

Chantelle, weren't we just discussing that he'd seen

-action in Afghanistan?

-All rubbish, actually.

He's an electrician from Sunderland called William Grimley.

Miss Marple, the early years.

Switch on the webcam, I want to show you the scan!

I put it up and got, like, 300 shares in half an hour.

She's talking Facebook. Webcam!

Turns out there's a huge missing persons thing for him.

Right, I'll speak to the police.

Inform Social Care we're delaying his discharge

and ask Dr Kozinsky for some guidance on the next steps.

It's taken us a week to achieve this?

I'm not on Facebook.

I can't cancel life-changing surgery for a broken dog leg.

I could never look them in the eye. Samson is tough, he'll cope.

I'm not concerned for Samson.

I'm concerned for your patient's outcome

IF you operate without full focus.

Oh, thank you! Why don't you report me to Occupational Health?

I'm sorry. I understand why that remark makes you angry.

I am angry because someone who works here, someone who possibly knows me,

-doesn't have the decency to confront me.

-Well... I'm sorry.

Maybe they know you have to operate.

Don't look, it's morbid.

-It's fascinating.

-Do they say nice things about him?

-People always do.

But he had friends? People who cared...CARE about him?

-Well...he dumped them all.

-He didn't dump them.

-Tell that to his fiance.

The wedding's on hold, apparently. but oh, dear...

-look, she's kept the dress.

-He didn't dump them.

-Something terrible happened.

-What? Captured by the Taliban?

Come on, he's been stringing you along.

He's probably been couch-surfing in A&Es up and down the country.

-He hasn't, I know.

-How?

-I just know.

-Fine, ask him. Go on.

See how he gets out of it.

Has Mr Malick talked through how they perform the procedure?

I don't want to know.

I need to know that you understand what you're agreeing to.

I'm sick. Not stupid!

So we're on this felucca boat, Nile here, bandit country there.

nothing but Weil's disease between me and the river bank...

Are you up to speed on Mr Capponi?

Have I told you about when my boat broke down in Egypt?

-Does the story involve a transtibial amputation?

-Apologies. Work face.

-We're taking him in in 20.

-Oh, I don't think we can.

-Sorry?

-Fat neck.

-Nightmare to intubate. Blubber on the airway. Nightmare.

-Oh, OK.

New plan. We will let him die of blood poisoning.

Keep him stable for a week or two. Make it easier for everyone.

Oh, I see. What is it?

Need to run off and hoist the rigging or something?

-He's hardly obese.

-I know, I know. It's just...

-The way he carries it makes it problematic.

-Fat neck. Love it.

Plus, he's eaten in the last two hours.

Don't want his stomach contents all over theatre.

So we fall at the first fence. Quelle surprise.

-Or we operate using an epidural.

-He's not in great shape, is he?

Do you think he would be able to endure

the trauma of an amputation under epidural?

-I'd say not. Well, not without support.

-Thank you!

-As you wish.

-As I wish.

These fit all right, don't they?

-They from Social Care?

-Yeah. Should keep us warm. Is it still August?

Um... We're going to delay discharging you.

The consultant has a...concern.

-Oh, I get my lunch, then?

-Any more...flashbacks?

-Mmm. Blocking them out.

-OK.

How about old friends. Anything?

I just have to try and think future.

I've got to man up. Fresh start.

Get a job or something. What do you need to be a porter?

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

Sorry, the kids are waiting outside.

I just wanted to get an estimate of how long this might take?

Right, yes, well, I'm hoping to be no more than an hour and a half.

Grand. I'll fish out a DVD, then.

-Yes. I promised them Toy Story 2. It's in my office.

-Thank you.

Scalpel, please.

Second service.

HE GASPS

-HIS VOICE QUIVERS

-Can somebody page Ms Naylor, please?

-Yes, consisting of?

-Weetabix and stuff.

Right, let's call it about 250 calories.

-And you saw him eat it?

-I left out the tray.

Sorry, just for clarity on the blood sugar,

you fed him but failed to do the injection?

Or you did the injection but failed to feed him?

I did all of the tasks, I can show you the forms.

Form where you ticked the boxes?

If I don't tick them, they have a go at me because of the inspection.

You know at any time, they might turn up and go through my file?

-Then who'd be sacked? Me!

-You really don't get it, do you?

-I do!

Do you have any idea how much his mobility will be impaired?

What about those legs? Like in the Paralympics?

This guy in the souk is waving his hands at me,

so I said don't point that bloody obelisk at me.

-Yeah, right.

-It's a great story.

So how many times have you been there?

-Five or six. We went on our honeymoon.

-WHOA!?

-You're married to Serena?!

-Was. Back in the day.

Oh, my God, that's massive. That is massive!

Ah, no biggie.

-Harry, did you know?

-Yeah, course.

-Seriously?

-Malick, did you?

-Absolutely. Girl, you are so out of the Loop.

-Wait a minute, did I what?

-Serena was MARRIED to HIM.

Which is why she's on a power trip.

-She's not really like that, you know.

-I always thought

she was a lesbian. No offence, dude.

Serena. I was just filling Mary-Claire here in on our romantic history.

Oh, good(!)

I trust you'll send round the memo.

Now, if you weren't quite so easily drawn in by young women,

you'd realise that Bethan was lying through her teeth

when she said she'd fed Mr Capponi.

In fact, it's doubtful that he's had anything to eat for over 12 hours.

OK, no aspirational pneumonia,

but my point about intubation still stands.

Fat neck. Love it. Got to remember that.

So I'm glad we're all agreed, team!

Hospital porter?

It's for him, he wants a job here.

And you said, go back to the people that miss you!

Actually, I said I'd put in a good word. It's too freaky.

-I can't just land that on him.

-Of course you can!

-He's not ready.

-You're not ready, more like! Look.

-It's fine to feel flattered.

-What?

-Clearly, he fancies you.

-He SO doesn't!

-But that's clouding your judgment.

-So I'm stupid and unprofessional?

Look, it's not meant as a criticism.

I just think you've been vulnerable

and you're throwing yourself into this patient

to defer thinking about what happened.

That night.

Well, who needs a psychologist when we've got you?

PHONE RINGS

Keller.

Dr Kozinsky!

Sorry, I got caught up with the amputation. How's your amnesiac?

-Yep, we've got a positive ID.

-That's good.

I'll be straight down, I just have to check on something in Darwin.

Arthur, if you get this,

perhaps best not raise the ID with the patient.

Probably got GCSEs, haven't I? What shall I give myself? Bs and Cs?

And the million dollar question.

Are porters and nurses allowed to go out for a drink sometime?

I don't really do that kind of thing.

Whoa, sit on the fence, why don't ya?!

Erm, Charlie, does the name Louise mean anything to you?

Erm, nope.

-You sure?

-Yep. Yeah.

-Don't look at that.

-Why? What is it?

-Just give it to me.

-Is that me?

-Is that me?

-I don't know.

-What is it? Tell me! TELL ME! What is it?!

-What do you know?

-OK. Your name is William Grimley.

You're 31 and come from Sunderland.

-Who said that?

-Louise told me.

-Arthur, just leave it.

-No, I'm not indulging this.

You can't have forgotten her. You've been together since school.

-I don't remember.

-Really? You have a daughter together, Jessie?

-I don't.

-I don't have any...

-Arthur, don't.

-Come on. Jessie. Must ring a bell?

You walked out on her when she was two weeks old.

Went to get some nappies, never came back.

-I did tell you.

-I... I...

-All of this just slipped your mind?

Sorry, I'm just not buying it.

Charlie, Charlie, please, please be straight with us.

HE SOBS

Stop him doing that.

Charlie, please. Charlie. Charlie.

HE SOBS AND GROANS

Please, Charlie! Charlie.

Who are you calling?

-Mr Spence, Hanssen.

-No!

-Yes.

-No, we can't keep running to them.

-Please, it's under control.

-HE SCREAMS

OK, OK, I can, I can, diagnose... um...

-delusions... Schizophrenia, maybe...

-He's distressed!

CHARLIE SOBS

So the next course of action, for his own safety,

-put him under emergency section.

-NO!

-Can we PP the countersign for Michael?

-NO! Stop!

-No, no!

It's an emergency.

-I think if you back me up...

-Arthur, you're not doing this.

-What, then?

Charlie, listen to me! Listen to me! We need to give you this medicine.

-Will you take it for me? For me?

-Give it to him.

-I'm trying.

-Please, Charlie, for me? Please?

-Go away, go away.

-OK, OK.

Stop that, stop that, OK! Take the sedative.

-You're going to hyperventilate.

-Try and breathe.

Nice deep breaths, Charlie.

-OK, we're going to administer IM.

-What? Why?

We've got...a team that can restrain him.

-Yas, 2mg of Lorazepam, thank you.

-We need to calm him down,

-not restrain him.

-No, no, no! Guys, can you just turn him over, please?

-Please! Let me talk to him.

-That's not working!

-Leave me alone! Leave me! No.

-Charlie, please calm down!

HE CONTINUES TO SOB

SOBBING STOPS

Good job, everyone.

-Core temp?

-37.6.

-I won't feel it, will I?

Wake up, it'll all be over.

And how long will I be stuck in the chair all day?

-Honestly? For ever?

-I'll be completely honest.

Getting a sophisticated prosthetic fitted can be a long

and complex process.

-It's not an immediate fix.

-And what will I get? A stump? A wooden one?

It's not quite that bad.

But if you wanted something very advanced very quickly,

then money might come into play. Which is why

if you wanted to take action against your residential home,

we would support you. I know it seems extreme.

But sadly, it's the only way some institutions change.

She did her best. The girl.

-I don't always make things easy.

-It's not your job to make it easy.

-You should get what you pay for.

-Quite right.

Right, Mr Malick is going to draw the incision point

on your left leg, OK?

-Erm...it's the right leg.

-Yes, I meant that.

-Left has the L.

Bet you still can't parallel park either, can you?

I don't have to.

Other cars move for me.

-That was an emergency.

-It was technically assault.

-No! Read the procedure.

-He was vulnerable, not...

He was dangerous, he pushed you.

Oh, come on! If Mr Spence asks,

I don't think I can say he WAS dangerous, Arthur.

-I'm sorry, but you freaked out.

-No, I didn't. It's all sorted now.

Panic over.

What is it, out of practice?

-Shut up, I'm concentrating.

-Performance anxiety?

Here we go, fourth time lucky.

It's no use, I can't see the epiglottis.

-Oh, don't be so hopeless.

-Listen.

-LISTEN.

-Try again.

-It's the folds of blub.

-It's pointless.

-Er, not sticking my big, fat neck out...

-but I think we need to leave it?

-What do I do, boss?

Keep jabbing at his neck with a sharp implement?

OK, let's stop there.

-Anaesthetics aren't able to intubate.

-Not my fault.

SHE SIGHS

Can you take him back onto the ward? Keep him under observation, please.

Erm, sorry, erm, Samson.

-He's just with the vet, just knock on the door.

-Thank you.

Ah, Dr Hope, you're too late. We've just given him a sedative.

You're welcome to wait outside.

Erm, I just wanted to say goodbye in case he didn't make it.

He'll make it. It's all good.

Ah, Mr Capponi, you're awake. I, erm, I have some news.

-They saved my leg, didn't they?

-Erm...

-I'm here about William Grimley?

-Did Dr Digby call you?

Oh, for goodness' sake. We really don't need the police.

-Crisis over. He's been sedated.

-I'm Louise.

I thought you were expecting me.

-My manageress wants him to move hospitals.

-That's not advisable.

-He's waiting for an operation.

-Because you've been negligent.

-Nice try.

-No, I know.

It happened because you ignored the anaesthetics?

There was a disagreement, yes.

These things happen when there's a borderline issue.

Which you would know,

if you had the slightest smidgen of medical training.

But as you do not, I strongly advise you not to make matters worse

by trying to move hospitals.

This issue, though. It was with your ex-husband, right?

Here you go. Surname's Campbell.

I've filled in my staff number.

They'll just ignore it, won't they?

No. All complaints are treated seriously.

I don't want to tell tales. I just think he's been let down.

Well, I hope his entire case is looked over in detail.

Because the balance of blame clearly lies with his pre-hospital care.

Who is she, this manageress? Does she often look for scapegoats?

Let me see.

Failure to feed, failure to offer hydration,

failure to administer crucial drugs. Oh, dear, it's not pretty, is it?

Could run to tens of thousands. Might even close her down.

-It's just me and seven old men.

-Then you should blow the whistle.

I've tried. I DO care.

I wouldn't have taken the job in the first place if I didn't.

-I hate it there.

-I AM sympathetic. I just... well...

OUR junior staff here work to such an impeccable standard.

Perhaps my expectations are unrealistic.

That's how I want to be. Be good at it. Do my modules.

Yes, but you're not being supported? And that's impacting on your care?

Do you reckon I could get a job here?

Please, Billy, it's me. Please?

-Please?

-He's had some medication, he could be dis...

-Please. For me.

For Jessie?

-Go away. I don't know you.

-Give him some space.

How can you do this to us? How?

-Please, I know it's hard to, but...

-Just leave us? How?

-Your mum thought you were dead.

-Can we pick this up later?

You've destroyed my life! You've destroyed Jessie! Everything!

-What did I do? What did I do!

-Shut up!

-THEY ALL TALK OVER EACH OTHER

-Shut up! SHUT UP!

SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

-No, Charlie. Billy, please.

-SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

It's OK! It's OK! Charlie! Billy!

-Come out, you bloody coward!

-Digby, you get me my bed?

-Just calm down.

-What's going on here?!

-You're disturbing other...

I don't care!

-Chantelle, do I need to call hospital security?

-Are we OK, guys?

-He's wedged himself in.

-Who?!

-Does he have access to anything that could be used as a weapon?

-No.

-Any belt or shoelace?

-Will someone tell me what's going on!

Please, Mr Spence.

I'd like to lower the temperature and I'd like you to lead on that.

OK, everyone step away.

Nurse Lane, will you take this lady for a cup of coffee?

-I don't want a...

-Go with the nurse.

-I've got the sectioning forms, if you need.

-We don't need.

No, sorry, Jenny, you're going to have to come down here.

If you could bring me a full fat latte, I wouldn't say no!

-Ah, thank you, bye. Where are you going?

-Shift's over.

-Taxi, then train to Poole Harbour. See ya Friday.

-Oh, no.

-You're not walking out on this mess.

-OK...

We're going with your plan B.

-Epidural.

-Psych said he wasn't ready.

Well, psych will have to make him ready.

Don't worry. We should be done by bedtime.

I'm sure Milly Molly Mandy can keep your supper warm.

Actually, she's working tonight.

Good news. I think the WBCs are rising.

We might be able to hold off.

I don't trust his so-called carers to manage the infection.

Delaying and sending him back is a potential death sentence.

-He'll freak out.

-Not if we support him.

-That's all Sharon would be doing anyway.

-I really feel psych

-should sign it off first.

-I agree with Edward, why the rush?

-She likes to have her own way.

-Shut up! Shut up! How dare you

come into my place of work and undermine me!

I was out of order, I'm sorry.

-Hi!

-Jenny, we'll have to rain check.

-But don't worry. Head count is top of my agenda.

-No problem.

Now, can we get the patient consented and prepped again,

or do I have to find another team?

-I hear Michael's out of theatre.

-Look, I'm happy to do it.

Excellent. Thank you.

BOY SOBS

Stop crying. Look, go in the toilets and wash your face, OK?

-He's only still very little.

-Yeah, but he needs to learn.

-Death happens, get over it.

-I suppose so.

-I love Harry too, OK?

But I'm not going to get weeping because...death happens.

Mr Scruffy? Come on.

I think it's fine to be upset when something you love...

If he can't cope with this,

how's he going to be if something really bad happens?

Like if our nan died. Perspective. Means big and small.

-Yes, but a dog can provide companionship.

-Harry's not a dog.

-Oh, right.

-In fact, Harry would probably eat a dog.

Like a small one, you know, Chihuahua.

-Would he?

-Yes, because death is LIFE, man.

Just gotta get over it.

-Do you have your breath back?

-Yep.

And you get that no-one's going to harm you? We're just going to talk.

-You OK with that?

-OK, thank you.

You want to start by telling me your name?

I think...

I think it's William Grimley.

I just don't know what happened.

He mentioned something about wires. And a flash.

Did he have an accident at work? Something electrical...

I don't know... Could have interfered with his brain?

-Is that what he told you?

-No. It's just...guesswork.

-Great.

It started after he lost his job.

He was made redundant very suddenly.

Then his brother died. I thought he was coping.

-But two weeks after Jessie was born, he just vanished.

-Maybe he was...

-taken or...

-He was seen on CCTV, in a beer garden.

Looked happy as Larry.

After that, nothing.

I didn't know if he'd run off or jumped off a bridge.

Turned on the charm, I suppose?

Cheeky chappie.

That's what he was like before it all went belly up.

Revert to type.

I couldn't pay the mortgage, so I had to go back to work early.

If it hadn't have been for them and Mum,

I don't know how I'd have got through it.

I'm sorry, Louise. This shouldn't have been thrown on you.

My life has been...a hell.

-Please, no.

-Don't worry about the size.

-It's just so I can see better.

-Will I be paralysed?

It's OK, Mr Capponi.

I know it's a big needle, but I've had one myself

and they really do work brilliantly.

Didn't stop her swearing like a trooper, so...

So you feel free. You ready?

HE GROANS AND WINCES

-That's it. Well done.

-Very good.

Just breathe through it.

-Samson.

-Yes.

It's not good news, I'm afraid. We were able to stabilise the fracture.

-That's good, isn't it?

-However,

in taking CT scans for his humerus, we have discovered he's suffering

-from a fairly advanced form of osteosarcoma.

-Bone cancer?

-Uh-huh.

-Are you sure? He has plenty of vitality.

-Yeah.

The clue's really in the break. Basically, his bones are like dust.

Even a fairly light impact could have...

But he's completely normal! He's showed no signs of illness.

I would have acted immediately if...

That's the problem. A dog as well nourished and cared for as Samson

is likely to mask the symptoms, but...

How shall I put this? I'm not wrong.

Is he in pain?

I'd say probably. And this type of cancer is pretty aggressive.

Not to mention expensive.

-Chemotherapy, etc.

-I'll pay anything!

-Will the chemo work?

-It might. It might not.

So... What is it, then, that you would advise?

A peaceful end of life injection. I have a window.

-OK, I think it's now numb.

-Looking at it, I think

-we can afford to be conservative with how much we remove.

-No, please!

-No!

-It's OK, Mr Capponi, it's OK.

-My legs. I can't move!

Calm down, this is perfectly normal. Are you listening? Calm down.

-HE GASPS

-No-one is going to hurt you.

But if we don't do this, you might die, do you understand?

OK, OK, OK, I'm sorry.

It's all right, it's all right. Can we continue?

What's happening now?

Mr Malick is just removing the dead tissue.

-Should I look?

-No. I wouldn't.

I mean, it's your choice,

but I might wait until it's been tidied up a bit.

-Now, the smell...

-Is that my flesh burning!

No, no, no, that's the infection. HE SOBS

It's what we're getting rid of! Ignore it. Tune in to me.

Focus on my voice and concentrate on what I'm saying,

not on what's happening, OK?

-OK, thank you.

-Tell me about yourself. Have you got any family?

-Yes, my son. He visits every week.

-Does he know about this?

He's got a family to look after.

-I'm sure he'd like to know.

-His children need him.

I know when my mother was ill, I wanted to do my best for her.

-Adrienne's been ill?

-Yes.

I would have been upset if I thought she was coping all alone.

He's keeps nagging. Live with us! Let Johanna cook for you.

Well, would that be such a bad option?

-Maybe I could teach her to cook.

-SERENA LAUGHS

Yes, look, I know independence is important.

But sometimes, well, just surrender to being cared for.

OK?

Thank you for being so kind. You're a nice lady. And tall.

-Also beautiful, I think.

-SHE CHUCKLES

-OK. No more Lego mice, got me?

-Yeah.

We're proud of you. Really proud of you.

-Am I in big trouble?

-For the freestyle psychiatrics?

-No, it's fine.

-I should have come and got you. I'm sorry.

-Well, as Jasmine would say, duh.

-We thought we had it sorted.

You realise we're going to be sentenced

-to a team communication workshop now?

-Is the wife still cross?

-Was it a good idea to tell her to look on the bright side?

-I know!

-I'm such an idiot. I just wanted to cheer her up.

-Yeah, you are.

Hey. You want to hear some gossip to cheer you up?

Did you hear that Chantelle got off with Digby?

Did he tell you that?

No, he told Malick who told Mary-Claire

who told so on and so on. It's got everyone distracted.

But I didn't get off with him...

I...dunno, I blanked it.

Yeah, it's fine. I don't need any details. Just fix it.

No, I am just at a loss as to what possessed you.

-I believed it was...

-Sectioning...? Sectioning?!

I have never heard anything like it!

-I'm sorry, I...

-What thunderbolt from above erased all training,

-all common sense, all sense of consequence?

-It was...

Not just for him!

-For you! This close to jeopardising your entire career!

-I know, I...

It reflects on my judgement, do you understand that?

Mmm, yeah, absolutely.

Right, tell me. Step by miserable step.

It was my behaviour that triggered this episode or whatever it was.

-A few weeks ago, Nurse Lane and I...

-Oh, good grief.

Please stop right there.

Thank you. Thanks.

Now, I want to tell you

that I love you very much.

You've been a good friend to me all these years, do you know that?

I just don't want you to be in pain, you see? You understand that?

He knows it's not about the money, doesn't he?

It's never about the money.

-I never thought this day would come.

-Are you ready?

Is he ready?

If you're OK with it, he'll be fine.

Yes, let's do it.

-You don't have to watch.

-I have to watch.

I owe him that much.

You all right?

-There's a bathroom if you need to...

-No, no, I'm fine, thank you.

Do you know any Latin?

I ask because if you knew the word "fugere",

you'd know that it means "to flee".

So... dissociative fugue, that's his condition.

It's quite rare.

It basically means...

You run away and forget about people you love?

That's a way of putting it.

The mind shuts down the part of the memory full of things

too painful to be faced up to.

Like bailing on your family when they really bloody need you?

It can be triggered by life events.

But trauma isn't necessarily acute, it can fester and flare up

-when good things happen too.

-Convenient for him.

-Not really.

I think living on the street was very challenging.

-He shouldn't have decided to run off, then.

-Ah...

His memories begin in a beer garden.

He remembers being there, but not HOW he got there.

Next to the supermarket.

So that indicates he left the house with good intentions.

But somewhere between home and the nappy aisle, he went into crisis.

-That his story, is it?

-My interpretation.

Talking to him, I think he loves you very much.

But it will take some time for his mind to heal.

The guilt is overwhelming. The blank is a coping mechanism.

That was terrific with the ol' fella there.

-Leave the soft stuff to the girl.

-I didn't mean that.

-It's OK.

I am more than confident in my surgical abilities.

I didn't come here to make your life difficult.

-And yet somehow, you do.

-If it's too awkward, I could always resign.

Yeah, you do that, they'll say I sacked you. It's fine.

-It's three weeks.

-I could come to your office.

Crack open that bottle?

It's not from Calais. I go to the vineyards these days.

-I still don't like cab sauv.

-I'll get something else.

-Come on, don't you think we should bury the hatchet?

-Absolutely.

Like I said, book a time with my PA.

Made a show of myself, didn't I?

I've seen worse.

My head's all over the shop.

-The unit is brilliant. Let them look after you.

-Come on.

Have I hurt you?

-I know I've hurt someone.

-You haven't hurt me...

Louise. That policewoman.

-Elliot, I am so sorry.

-Thank you.

-Are you, OK?

-I'm fine, thank you.

-How was the valve repair?

-Honestly? It went amazingly.

-Is Sharon around?

-Oh, she said to meet her in the bar.

-For...?

-The wake?

It's an American thing...?

-This is very unexpected.

-Everybody wanted to support you.

Sit down before she eats all the nuts.

-Thank you.

-Come on, what are you drinking? Red or white?

-Come on.

-Have a drink. Talk about him.

-Traditional dog wake toast.

Keep me away from the peanuts.

Oh, you need to watch it right now, chunky.

-Hi.

-Oh, thank you.

-Talk about him.

-Samson?

-Yes, what was he like?

-It's hard to find the right words.

-Come on.

Sip of the British truth serum.

Brilliant, we seem to be headcount wizards. Must be the Shiraz.

Well, thank you very much, ladies, one more tiny thing.

I know we don't do blacklisting.

But if this person ever comes close to being offered

a position here...

we will knock it on the head, won't we...?

I told Hanssen it was all my fault.

-And that I was wrong to assume you were...

-In cloud cuckoo land?

-Well, erm, on your own planet. Like you are sometimes.

-When am I?

When am I ever like that?

Well, like when you kissed me and didn't mention or acknowledge it?

-I didn't kiss you...

-Even if you ignore it, I know you did.

-It didn't mean anything.

-Not consciously, no.

But on a subconscious level... well, you must have feelings for me.

-Deep down.

-Arthur, I don't.

I just don't.

-Then why would you...?

-I was stressed out. I wasn't really...

I'll see you tomorrow.

-Shall I walk you to...?

-It's OK, I'm fine.

-I don't want to lead you on.

-You're not.

It must mean something. It must.

Arthur, I'm not the one in cloud cuckoo land.

So he's up on his hind legs,

she's shouting, "Get him off my ward!"

And I'm shouting, "Down, boy! Down!"

And then... he dropped the flipping thing on her feet.

-THEY LAUGH

-Still alive.

She never wore those shoes again.

-She sounds formidable.

-She wasn't all that.

Oh, she was. Met her match in Samson, though.

Shall we get another bottle?

-Absolutely! I want to wheedle more Beauchamp stories.

-And some nachos!

-Right, so, is he good looking?

-So Mary-Claire reckons.

-What?

-He's in his forties!

-What?

-I just like guys my own age.

Thank you. Feels much better celebrating.

Rituals matter.

It's like the beginning of a new phase.

So... I'd like us to talk about what happened.

-Will I have to pay by the hour?

-No, seriously.

-I want to.

-You know what? I doubt it was an act of malice.

-I'm going to forget about it. Let him rest in peace.

-Really?

Because I think it might help you to know...

SHE GASPS Mr Hope, are you tipsy?

I'm a... Just a little bit.

-THEY GIGGLE

-Stop!

THEY LAUGH

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