With Evie still recovering from her fall, Fletch commits to being a better dad, with tragic consequences. Morven finally allows herself to let her hair down.
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Since Arthur died, I wake up early. Alone.
I'm worrying whether Evie's coping, whether Mikey's coping.
My little one is barely sleeping through the night.
I can't ask Raf to do any more than he is, so if there is another problem
that you want to add to my list, then just get it off your chest.
I have a spare room. If you're...interested.
You terrorise her. You degrade her.
Don't you dare judge me.
Get over. What is she doing?
I just want to know where my daughter is. She's in the helicopter and she'll be here soon.
'Hello, my name's Fletch and I'm really proud to be a nurse.
'We have to take whatever life throws at you in this game.
'Only yesterday, an air ambulance dropped out of the bright blue sky and crashed into the ED.
'No warning, no nothing - boom. Just like that.
'It's times like this, you have to be all things to all people.
Right. You're going the wrong way.
That's your patient over there. Go over there and help her out.
Sir, we're going as quickly as we can. Not good enough.
OK. All right. OK, let's calm down. OK, I'll calm down. OK.
'What's the best thing about this job?
'We get to make a difference.
'And I wouldn't change that for the world.'
You've just got to remember that a hospital is a dangerous place.
'So we remain closed to all admissions and are striving
'to transfer or discharge all non-urgent patients.
'In the meantime, all emergency cases will be referred to St James' until further notice.'
Evie, I can't talk to you right now, darling. I'm busy at work.
Is everyone OK?
Right. Well, then, I'll call you back in a bit.
How are we doing? Well, I promised my daughter that we'd spend some time together this week.
And, well, I'm here and she still wants to move in with Serena.
Uh-huh. And how are we doing?
All staff and patients accounted for, the rotas are covered,
I've made some more HDU space in the side bays,
because ITU is full and closed to admissions and I've staffed the
Trauma Bay and made it a level-three bed.
And we're sorted for catering.
And the bed situation generally? We're packed to the rafters.
Because Keller recovery need to send down a post-op splenectomy and laparotomy.
Right. Have you any room?
Any chance they can stay put?
Well, they are rather in limbo and have been since coming out of theatre.
What about St James'?
And one of them is Stephanie Sims.
We get all the plum jobs.
And the other, understandably, insists on remaining at Holby.
You'd think you'd want to get out of here, after this lot.
OK, I'll see what I can do.
Right, thank you. And Mrs Sims will of course need a side bay for security reasons.
Ah, Morv. Sorry, Fletch, I can't stop.
Any chance we can discharge that lovely lady in bed one?
What, Roberta Blake? Yeah, I need the room.
Well, she's homeless.
If I could wangle another night's bed and board for her, I would.
I'm not sure if she's well enough to go.
The whole world crashed in to this place yesterday. Have you seen her LFTs?
Yeah, I know she's got a problem with the booze.
Well, is there any room at any of the local community hospitals?
Top marks for trying.
OK. Fine. Morv?
Yes? You look knackered.
I'm fine. Have you been here all night? Yeah. A few of us were.
But did you get any kip? I don't need it.
Make sure you get some on your next break. OK? Yes, Dad.
Listen, if anyone needs me, I'm back in five.
Come to administer last rites?
Excuse me. I do the jokes around here.
How are you doing?
I thought you'd want to know - Stephanie Sims is on AAU.
She's under police guard.
How's everyone doing out there?
We're on top of it.
How's Gracie doing?
It's hard to tell.
Are they keeping you informed? Yeah.
Probably too petrified not to.
Must've frightened the life out of you.
I nearly lost her, Fletch.
But you didn't, though, did you?
That's the important thing.
Can you do me a favour?
Yeah, of course. What do you need?
If you get a chance, give that bitch a morphine overdose.
How's the arm?
Painkillers worked a treat.
'Ere, I don't suppose there's a chance of a bit of toast, is there?
Yeah, I'll make sure you get something to eat before we, um...
Before? Before what?
We...have to discharge you, I'm afraid.
Oh, they're booting me out, are they?
I'm so sorry. Don't be.
I'm sure there's more deserving cases than a daft old bat with a broken arm.
We need the bed. Anyway, I don't like leaving my worldly goods unattended.
I did want to talk to you, though, about your liver function test.
You've got to stop the drinking, Roberta.
Yeah - you know, this weren't my fault.
It's not cos of the arm.
That lunatic was going 200mph.
Look, if you keep going at this rate, you're going to do yourself some serious harm.
Yeah, I'll leave that to the cyclists.
At least have a think about it.
You're a good girl. Please?
Yeah, but how would I sleep without my little nip?
This isn't a joke, Roberta.
Yeah, I know.
We need a period of optimism before we even think of surgery.
How is she?
Too unstable for theatre. But...
She's coagulopathic and on inotropes.
I'm not sure what we can do for her. What, you don't think she's going to make it?
I'd be very surprised.
It's going to be a real battle for her.
Morven spent a lot of time with her last night.
Don't get your hopes up too high.
You all right? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
So if you let go of the desk, you wouldn't keel over?
I need to get back to work. No!
What's going on?
It's just, um...Anne Fitzgerald. She's...
Touch and go, I know.
I just...wanted to make it through the shift without losing anyone, you know?
Home. No, Fletch. You've put in a double shift. You've done your bit. Fletch, please.
Look at you. You're about to flake out.
Don't make me go to Serena with this.
I can't just leave.
Come here. Come on.
We can't have you going under.
I won't. So you're going to go home. Now.
And you're not going to come back till you're up to it. OK?
Hi, AJ. It's me.
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just checking in.
Sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you.
Yeah, um, I just wanted to...
Look...er, yeah. It's fine.
You get back to the baby. Bye.
Morv, do you want one? I'm all right, thanks.
Sure? You look like you could use it.
Honestly, I'm fine.
Chaos, isn't it? Total.
Exciting, though. Exciting?
Yeah! Can't believe I'm missing out on all the action.
Why? Jac Naylor's got me riding shotgun with some poxy ambulance crew.
How come? Reckons I need emergency care experience.
Well, can't you postpone it?
Nah, she thinks it'll look bad on her if I drop out now.
Oh, well... Where are you off to?
Had enough? No, I haven't, actually.
You OK? Yeah, I'm fine.
You better get back to work, missy.
I'll see you later, yeah? Bye.
Yeah, looks like she's here. OK, thank you.
PATIENT ALARM BUZZES
Right, Mrs Sims is in the side room there, please.
Excuse me. Yeah - I'll be with you in a minute.
Mr Fielding. James.
I'm Nurse Fletcher. I'm the Ward Manager.
Just a patient.
Why is she under police guard?
Sorry about that. Um, you all right?
Where were you when it came down?
I'd rather not talk about it. Of course.
Hi, there. This is Mr di Lucca. He's going to be looking after you.
So you were hit by flying debris? No.
And we had to take your spleen out. No.
That's what it says here.
Where's Major Wolfe?
No offence but that's who I'd like to treat me. None taken.
I'm sure you're very good but I'm an old patient of the Major's.
Right. I've no doubt she'd like to take charge of my case.
Well, I'm not sure if she is...
Mr Fielding's been through a lot in the last 24 hours,
so I'll have a word. Fine. Best of luck.
Morven! I just thought I'd...
Yeah, I'm just having a bit of a spring clean.
Well, it looks like you got through all four seasons to me.
What are you doing home? Look, you've had a little bit of a wobble.
Er, it wasn't a wobble.
OK, well, we were just taking a break parked nearby.
You're crazy. So I thought I'd come and see you're all right.
There's really no need.
Look, why don't you go for a sleep?
Not tired. Or at least just sit down.
I'd really rather do this.
Well, I'm having a lovely day so far. Yeah?
Yeah, much better than I expected.
Oh, good. One of the paramedics, Jez, is proper hot.
Hello. We need to do your obs.
No-one round here calls me that.
Just your mummy, when you were a naughty boy!
So what do they call you?
How are Connie and Grace?
Nurse Fletcher. Sir?
Can you make sure that all the staff are aware that
as of tomorrow, counselling will be available for those who may
be affected by recent events?
Consider it done. Thank you.
How's our jailbird? No comment.
From what I can gather, apart from running Connie Beauchamp off the road, she's been
waging some sort of psychological warfare against her own daughter.
Makes me think I'm not such a bad dad after all.
How can you do that to your own kid?
Yep, well, we've just got to deal with her like she was any other patient.
She'll get proper care. Beyond that, I don't want to know.
'Regretfully, an eighth crash victim died in theatre
'late yesterday evening.
'We will release full details as soon as next of kin have been informed.
'In the meantime, the emergency department remains closed.
'Obviously, our telephone lines are extremely busy,
'so may I stress, ONLY try to
'contact the hospital if it's absolutely necessary
'or you may prevent urgent calls from getting through.'
Stand by your beds.
Major. Sorry I didn't get to you yesterday. I was in theatre for most of it.
It's all right.
So do you know James from your army days, then?
No, I treated him a few months ago. Blocked bile duct.
James has been kind enough to keep in touch.
I thought my water supply was being poisoned.
Until the removal of his gall bladder proved otherwise.
Right as rain ever since.
And now you have to have your spleen out.
Surgery...went extremely well, by all accounts.
I'll leave you to it.
It's going to be a couple of days before you're back on your feet.
Is that police officer armed?
I don't know.
Have you heard the misinformation they're putting out?
You've lost me. The cause of the crash.
It was a kid playing with a drone, wasn't it?
Have you any idea of the odds on that happening? Er...
Well, that's why they call it a freak accident.
This was no accident.
Yeah, very good. Anyway...
I'm sorry. I have to be back in theatre.
Hi, Scott. It's Morven Digby.
I'm thinking of coming in today.
How much of that muscle is viable? Hardly any.
There'll be nothing left to reconstruct, at this rate.
The blood supply's practically non-existent.
Rhythm's getting even weaker.
Time to cut our losses?
She's not much older than our own daughters.
Doesn't bear thinking about. Don't.
Has anyone shown you how to breathe properly with a stomach wound?
No. We'll do it now. Do you have a mobile phone?
Can I borrow it? Please! Haven't you got your own?
No, they took it off me because apparently, I'm a flight risk.
Sorry, I can't help you. I need to call my ex. Let's get you set up as straight as possible.
My little girl's with him and...he doesn't know her routine.
Lie down again. I need to talk to her as well.
SHE GASPS Yeah, I don't like the look of that.
Look, it's for Carmel's sake, not mine. I'm going to get you a doctor. Please!
Only me. Hello.
You all right, Scott?
Here. Do you need a hand with these? No, I'm fine.
Actually, yeah, I do. I'm Cam.
Nice to meet you, Morven. Nice to meet you too, Cam.
So, um, are you here for the lunch service?
Yeah. I was just saying to Scotty,
maybe we should try and change things up round here.
How do you mean? For the clients.
No more queues and ladling stuff out of jam pans.
How else can we do it?
What, waiters? Exactly.
Where are we going to get them from?
We do it ourselves, instead of all this Great Depression stuff.
Let's just crack on, shall we?
Ah. I'm afraid you're running quite a temperature.
You must have picked up an infection in the wound.
So what now?
We'll clean it up and treat it with antibiotics.
Can you get Nurse Fletcher to do it?
It'll be whoever's available.
You work closely with Major Wolfe.
And you haven't notice anyone following her around? Or, er...
Sorry? ..noticed any strange behaviour or people you don't recognise on the ward?
Well, given the circumstances, plenty.
Right. Thank you.
What's he doing out of bed?
Asking some rather odd questions.
I think the whole thing's freaked him out a bit.
Seems to have a bit of a Bernie obsession going on.
That'd be the Major to you.
Yes, sir, sorry, sir!
Oh, and how are you coping with our unwanted guest?
Fine. She's very keen that YOU tend to her.
Is she? Mmm. Asked for you by name.
Has she now?
So, I haven't seen you here before.
I started last week.
Oh, right. How about yourself?
Er, well, I work here evenings and weekends mostly,
but I got some time off work, so...
You decided to come here and work instead.
Something like that.
Been here long? Couple of months.
Um, you do know that we got our funding cut
by nearly 30% last year, don't you?
No, I did not know that. Yeah.
So we need to make sure we save every penny we can.
So, what made you want to start volunteering, then?
I just wanted to see how the other half live.
That was a joke.
Oh. Can you make a start with those carrots now, please?
Jamie Oliver, eat your heart out!
Let's have a look.
So...I was a med student.
But I bailed out.
What's so funny about that?
Nothing. Go on.
I'm an F2.
Do you think you'll have to amputate?
Hope there's a big pint of beer at the end of this rainbow.
Several. Providing you get a pass off the missus.
I don't need a pass, cos Naomi and I are no more.
What happened? I got the royal order of the boot.
She pulled the trigger? It was a quick and painless death.
Sorry to hear that, mate.
It's no biggy. Oh, and then I get a text from Amy.
Obviously heard you're back on the scene.
Yeah, she must've seen it on the news, and sends me this.
Clearly wants to get back with you.
What's the deal with Stephanie Sims?
Ah, mate. The sooner she's off the ward, the better. Why's that?
Every time I go in there, she tries to start up a conversation with me.
And now she's asking for me by name every time she needs something. You want to watch that.
Believe me, I am.
Roberta, how're you doing?
How's the arm?
Not too bad.
Now that is what I call getting plastered.
You cheeky so-and-so!
You two seem very pally -
considering you only started here last week.
Found Roberta wandering round on my first day, didn't I?
You certainly did. She was a little bit upset.
Really? What was the matter?
I was just having a funny half hour.
You dropped this. Oh, thanks.
You have a daughter?
Yeah. Stupid, really - I don't even know where she is.
Right. Or even if she wants to be found.
In fact, chuck it in the bin. Wait.
I want me dinner.
Maybe we can talk about this later?
It's not my fault there was a crash.
I've got to work. Hello?
Fast asleep there.
Sorry about that.
Who was on the phone?
Must have your hands full.
You have no idea.
You having a tough time at home?
I'd better get on.
I know that feeling only too well.
Why didn't you come back?
To change my dressing.
Well, I'm busy. I've got a ward to run.
I hate computers.
So when did you last see your daughter?
When she was seven.
And have you had any contact?
Now and again but nothing for 25 years.
Right, we'll just work our way through and see if anyone fits the profile.
This one? Nah, too old.
So have you tried contacting her before?
Well, what with her 40th and everything else that's going on...
What do you mean?
Watching you working through the night, helping all those people,
made me think of Danielle and what she'd become.
Really? Maybe she's a doctor.
This one looks interesting. Danielle Blake.
40 and looks like she had a birthday party last week.
Lives in Birmingham.
That's where we lived.
Yeah, that's her father.
And his granddaughter. Granddaughter?
You're a grandmother, Roberta.
Nah. No, I never should have done this.
Because I abandoned that girl.
Look, I'm sure you had your reasons. Yeah, from the inside of a bottle.
Why don't I private message her,
explain who you are and then we can wait and see if she replies?
I think you'll regret it if you don't.
There's something going on here.
Can you please get back into bed before you do yourself some damage?
I don't know what it is but she's at the heart of it.
Um, Lou? Could you show Mr Fielding back into bed, please?
OK, now what?
The president of your fan club is playing up.
Yeah, what's the story there?
Oh, I told him about my military background
and he's been e-mailing me conspiracy theories ever since.
And do you reply?
I give the odd thank-you, but nothing beyond that.
He seems very concerned with your welfare.
Do you think Psych need to have a little chat?
There's a history of depression but no other mental health issues in his notes.
Even so... He's harmless enough.
Not stalker material?
If we called Psych down for every oddball admitted to the ward,
we'd come to a grinding halt.
'As CEO it is my duty, on occasion, to make unpopular decisions.
'I do appreciate the public's concern,
'however, I will not reopen the hospital fully until I am satisfied
'that it is a safe environment for staff and patients alike.'
Found her. Who?
Roberta's daughter. Oh.
Is that it? "Oh"?
Did you make contact? Yeah, I left a message. Any reply?
Well, I'm still waiting.
I hope it all works out.
You know, it could be the real turning point for Roberta.
A daughter and a grandchild.
She's a grandmother? Mm-hm.
Could give her something to live for, you know.
A proper Hollywood ending.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. No, go on. Just say it.
Finding her is the easy part. Yeah, I know that.
What happens next is the tricky bit.
What, so you think I did the wrong thing?
Did I say that?
Not in so many words.
Look. Be careful, yeah?
James. This helicopter crash was no accident.
Yeah, it was. Where are you going?
To see the CEO. Major Wolfe is in serious danger.
OK. How do you know that?
I can't prove anything yet, but...
The things she's seen, the secrets she must hold.
And are they all in your book?
Don't patronise me.
I'm not. This is real.
Listen, would you go back to bed, if I promise that we discuss this later?
The powers that be want to silence her for good.
And we'll go through all that when we've got a little bit more time.
Why are you not at work?
They sent all non-essential staff home.
So you came here for lunch instead?
I've heard that it's lovely and I believe it.
It's sausage and mash on Wednesdays.
Yeah, I know that. I'm a volunteer here.
You do realise the centre's for homeless people, don't you?
Yeah, but the sign outside says "everyone welcome".
Yeah, that's true, but what it also meant was...
Sausage and mash is my all-time favourite. Lots of gravy, please.
I'm looking forward to Friday. I've heard it's lasagne.
Oh, hi. Hello, Roberta.
Have you heard anything yet?
What happened to your arm?
Hang on, how come you know one another?
Roberta lives by the library. I broke it.
There's been a helicopter crash at the hospital. I know.
So far there have been eight fatalities,
although that figure may rise in the coming days.
Roberta, do you want anything to eat?
Nah, not hungry.
Can I have Roberta's mash?
What are you doing? I'm seeing if there's any message.
Oh. It won't just pop up, you have to open the messaging page.
Well, how am I meant to know that?
Shall we have a little look? Yeah.
Her name's come up.
I don't know how to do that.
Do you want me to give you a bit of privacy?
No. I'll just...
Roberta? Leave me alone!
You all right? It's my stomach. I'm in agony.
Lie back for me.
Oh, what's happening? Argh!
No. Right, OK.
Don't let me die. I won't.
What if I die without seeing my little girl again?
I need some help in here, please!
The wound's open and her bowel's come out.
Let's get her into theatre, please.
Raf, can you scrub in?
What have we got? Full thickness dehiscence.
What's happening? She's not well, mate.
Don't let her near the Major. Please don't start.
Can someone shut the door?
Just saw Roberta heading out. Really?
Nearly flattened me, she was in that much of a hurry.
Did she hear from her daughter?
Can you grab the rest of those cups, please?
How'd it go? Badly. She doesn't want to see her.
You tried your best. All I wanted to do was go to work and be a good doctor.
But every time I think I'm OK, something else goes wrong
and then I'm right back to where I started.
And then I come here and then I mess up someone else's life.
Where did that come from? Forget it.
How's she doing?
She's coagulopathic again.
She's really been through the mill, this one, hasn't she?
She's hanging on in there, though.
When you're free, I'd like a Psych consult.
Who for? James Fielding.
What's the problem?
He's delusional, paranoid, agitated.
He's been through a hell of an ordeal.
So has everyone.
Are you sure about this?
Why are you so resistant?
I don't want to put a label on him just because...
Do we even know what he was doing at the hospital when the helicopter crashed?
Visiting patients? Or keeping tabs on you, maybe.
He's never displayed any kind of threatening behaviour.
Have you ever seen him hanging round the hospital before?
I did run into him a while ago but I thought nothing of it.
See...I would be so much happier if we had a Psych consult.
Yep, I'll talk to him.
Hope Street Drop-In.
No, you're looking for Mount Drive Medicentre.
Yeah, it's by the station. No problem.
What's all this?
Don't be so hard on yourself.
Tea AND a pep talk.
You tried your best.
I really thought they could reconnect, you know?
Mums and their offspring - it's complicated stuff.
I read that in a Christmas cracker.
You make a decent cuppa.
Actually, my mum's a high-flying surgeon,
so the whole beauty-school dropout routine didn't go down too well.
Hmm. Well, my mum's not around,
so at least I don't have any of that stuff to deal with.
I was thinking of going for a drink later.
You do-gooders make me laugh!
Guilty conscience, is it?
Right, Roberta. You've been drinking
and you know you're not allowed to drink in the centre.
I don't know why you bother. Right, give me the bottle.
No chance. I said, give me the bottle.
Stop telling me what to do!
It's all right. It's OK. It's all right, Roberta.
It's all right, it's all right. It's OK. I've got you.
Can you get the first-aid kit, please?
And call an ambulance.
It's all right. Don't worry.
That police officer is here to protect her, not guard her.
Who? Stephanie Sims.
James, I know you've had a bit of a shock but...
So that she can complete her mission.
To silence you.
I think you're blurring fact and fiction, James.
I'm trying to save your life.
Look, I promise you, I am not in any danger.
That's what they want you to think.
We'd like you to talk to someone.
Who? A psychiatrist. Absolutely not.
I think it might help. I think it's a waste of time.
I disagree. I said no.
Well, I think YOU need protection,
so I'm going to request a consultation which may result in you receiving treatment.
I'm the only thing that's stood between you and... You'll be assessed by myself,
a psychiatrist and an approved mental health professional.
I...I'm not having this!
OK, James. Sit down.
Major Wolfe, please.
It's for the best.
Are you part of this? Is that what this is?
We'll make sure you have some medication to help you sleep tonight, James, OK?
You be careful.
Hey, guys. What have we got?
This is Roberta Blake, mid-60s, several lacerations
and she's drunk - at least half a bottle of vodka as well.
So this is where you've been hiding. My flatmate.
I thought I recognised you. Yeah, I'm a doctor at Holby.
Come on, then, rookie, what do we do?
Pain relief, dress the wounds, IV fluid and oxygen.
Make a medic out of you yet.
Didn't know you worked at Holby. Yeah.
Hello, Roberta, I'm Jez. I'm just going to give you some oxygen, OK?
My mum's Berenice Wolfe.
Proper reunion, this, isn't it?
Jez, I'll get the scoop.
I was really sorry to hear about your husband.
Look, I'm taking the boys out for some drinks tomorrow night.
Or so she keeps telling us. You should come.
Thank you but we're already actually going out for a drink.
How many times have we been out since we moved in together?
None. None? What kind of housemate are you?
An extremely tidy one.
I'm up for a drink tomorrow night.
See? There you go. The more the merrier.
How did it go?
The doctors will talk you through it.
Just stay for a few minutes.
I was about to go home for the night.
I can't stand lying here on my own just going over everything.
Try and get some rest.
I keep thinking - what will Carmel's father say to her about me?
He'll paint me as a monster.
He'll kill any love she has left for me.
You don't know that.
Is that important?
It's my daughter again.
You should speak to her.
Get some sleep.
It'll do you good.
'I'm pleased to say that our emergency department
'has now reopened, though do please be prepared for longer wait times
'than usual and also restricted access due to areas outside
'of the hospital still being cordoned off by the police.'
I went to see Roberta.
What, in hospital? No, where she lives, by the library.
She had another accident, Jason.
No, she's throwing all her things out onto the road.
Why would Roberta do that? I don't know.
It's going to be difficult for her to tidy up with a broken arm.
Can you finish off here for me, please?
I need to go and find Roberta.
You all right? No. What's wrong?
Can't catch my breath.
Try and relax for me.
What's the matter with me? We'll get you checked out now. I'm scared.
Look, I know you can't lend me your mobile phone but could you call my husband?
No. I just want to talk to Carmel. I can't.
Make sure she's OK. I'm sorry.
Surely YOU can understand that.
Look. I'm sure your daughter's going to be well looked after by her dad.
He'll take her as far away from here as he can.
You don't know that. I'll never see her again.
I'm going to get you a doctor. SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
If you just lean forward for me.
Breath in...and out...
SHE BREATHES DEEPLY
Nothing unusual there.
BP and temperature both normal.
What, do you think I'm making it up?
What's wrong with me?
We'll send you for a chest X-ray,
just to make sure we haven't missed anything, but at this stage,
I really don't think there's too much to worry about.
Thank you, Doctor.
I thought she'd been moved to ITU?
She had, only for her artery to go into spasm, and here we are again.
Wouldn't do that girl's lottery ticket, would you?
Mental health have postponed James Fielding's assessment.
A higher priority case came in. Great(!)
They can't see him until tomorrow.
Do you think we should consider sectioning him?
Not unless he seriously deteriorates.
Well. Keep a close eye.
You should be in hospital.
I've discharged myself.
Because I need to find a photograph of my daughter.
Do you have any idea where it is?
It's in one of these bags. I haven't seen it anywhere.
Well, she made it clear to me that she didn't want to know me,
but it's all I've got of her.
You wait over here and let me go and have a little look for it, OK?
Here it is.
Oh, I'm sorry!
I'm so, so sorry.
It's OK, it's all right.
It's all right.
Why are you being so nice to me?
We're going to get you back to hospital where you belong.
You're a good girl. I bet your mum's really proud of you.
How many kids did you say you had?
Yeah, well, imagine never seeing those four faces again.
That's why you need to face up to what you've done.
I love her so much!
But I'm sure it'll get better.
It's not that bad.
At least someone's having fun.
There's your orange juice.
Oh, party animal. That's me.
Thank you. Cheers.
All right, down after three.
One, two, three!
Come on, Doc, you can do better than that.
Nah, I'm one of life's sippers, thank you very much.
You know what? Let's get the DJ, yeah, to get some sick tunes.
Hang on a minute, Jez.
Listen, I think I'm going to give this a miss.
Yeah, yeah, a couple of drinks and we're gone, man.
So, how's it all going with Oliver Valentine?
Oh, he's playing hard to get.
You know, basically ignored me all week.
I wonder which paramedic you've got your eye on.
I owe you an apology. What for?
Being such a bore you had to resort to texting.
Oh, I'm so sorry. I've just got to send my dad this quick text.
Done! I'm all yours.
So what happened to your husband?
One of the paramedics said, "Sorry about your husband."
Right, uh... Yeah. Um...
Sorry, I've got to get this.
Oh, Bernie? Yep?
I think you'd better take a look at this...
Good God. It's pretty graphic stuff.
Where is he? I've no idea.
I'll call security.
Right, that's us...
Yeah, it is. Jez, we've got that thing to do, right?
Yeah, yeah. I ordered the house specials.
What, MORE drinks?
Yeah, and the DJ's ready to go, so...
Actually, uh... Yeah.
Yeah, I wouldn't mind sticking around.
You all right, mate?
Is that a mate of his?
Yeah. Or will be, after tonight.
They look very...cosy.
I can't. I'm carrying an injury!
I don't care.
That looks spectacular.
Yeah. It's very...
Mm. Squinty, yeah...
How's Roberta doing?
I dropped her back off at St James', you know.
Got her settled in.
I messaged her daughter again.
That was brave.
Well, I can't give up now, can I?
A lot of people would.
Do you think you'll go back to medicine?
Cos that is exactly what my mother would want me to do.
No. I do miss it.
Do you think you made a mistake?
You want to dance?
Yeah... Maybe later?
Just take her through, please.
Hello, Evie, darling...
No, it's all right, I can talk.
He's glued his shoes to what?
How'd he manage that?
Do you know what, don't worry about it, I'll sort it out when I get home.
do us a favour, will you grab all the kids, give them a kiss and tell them that Daddy loves them?
What's the matter?
I know what you're planning.
What do you want?
I won't let you hurt her.
I just want to get out of here.
You're going to kill her.
You were sent here...sent here to murder Major Wolfe.
I just want to see my daughter. Leave me alone.
Right, let's just calm down, all right?
I need to get you both back on the ward.
I need to stop her.
Look, I need you to put the screwdriver down.
James. Put the screwdriver down, mate.
Yeah, I found her, Raf, we're downstairs in the basement, mate.
I need some space.
Hang in there, mate. You're going to be OK.
I just heard. You get scrubbed in.
Quite a collection of drinks you're building up there.
Well, a girl needs a hobby.
Listen, I didn't mean to intrude before.
My husband. He died.
Three months ago now.
I'm a widow.
Well, that's how the world sees me now, anyway.
The widow Digby.
Who falls to pieces at the first sign of crisis.
Who feels guilty being here,
having a drink with people who might just make her laugh.
Is that why you volunteer?
No-one at the centre knows any of that.
So, for a few hours a week I get to be the person I used to be.
I know it's not the same but when I split with my girlfriend
the other week... Hang on. If you're about to compare your latest break-up with
the death of my husband,
I'm literally going to punch you in the ear.
I think it's my round.
Yeah. I think it is, too.
Fluid in the pericardium.
Screwdriver must have penetrated the heart.
You deal with that, I'll deal with the diaphragm problem.
2-0 vicryl, please.
Looks like a through and through enterotomy.
He's lost a hell of a lot of blood.
Getting colder by the minute.
There's not much more we can do for him now other than stabilise him.
It's damage limitation at this point in the game.
OK, let's staple it and get him up to ITU.
Come on, Super Dad.
MUSIC: Freed From Desire by Gala
Oh, I love this one! Yeah?
Come and dance.
# My love has got no money - he's got his strong beliefs
# My love has got no power - he's got his strong beliefs
# My love has got no fame - he's got his strong beliefs
# My love has got no money - he's got his strong beliefs
# Want more and more
# People just want more and more
# Freedom and love... #
Look, I'd better go and explain to the kids what's happened to
their dad. Oh, those poor children.
Any news...let me know, yeah?
Yes, of course.
This is all my fault.
He pushed for an assessment and I fobbed him off.
How could you have known things would turn out like this?
The warning signs were all there. What, a history of depression?
His behaviour on the ward.
We have an endless stream of broken people coming through our doors.
That's no excuse.
Maybe he was misdiagnosed or just slipped under the radar.
How is that down to you?
Our friend and colleague is fighting for his life...
And he would be the first person to say
that you are the most fantastic,
fearless doctor in this entire hospital.
What's happened to him?
What's happened to him?!
I knew you were a fighter.
'Hello, my name's Fletch and I'm really proud to be a nurse.
'We have to take whatever life throws at you in this game.
'Only yesterday an air ambulance dropped out of the bright
'blue sky and crashed into the ED.
'No warning, no nothing - boom. Just like that.
'It's times like this you have to be all things to all people.
'Sergeant major...bouncer... counsellor...priest.
'What's the best thing about this job?
'You get to make a difference.
'And I wouldn't change that for the world.'
I have some sense that there is some kind of malice at work here.
They do not see that the workhouse is for their own safety.
Welcome back, Inspector.
Here are boys - one dead, three missing.
Fletch struggles to treat a patient under police escort. When the patient makes a desperate dash to escape, Bernie and Serena rush to not only deal with an unfolding tragedy but with a personal crisis of their own. Morven seeks solace in charity work at a homeless shelter as she struggles to cope. However, the respite doesn't last long when both Jasmine and Bernie's son, Cameron, encourage her to join them on a night out with Jez and Iain from the hospital's Accident and Emergency Department.