For You May Be the Next to Die... Holby City

-I messed up.

-You learned something.

I shall look forward to working with you in two weeks.

Anabolic steroids.

Here you go. I'm not addicted. Are you happy now?

-You know what this means to me, to us, to our lives, our past.

-OK.

Do you think maybe the care home affected her too?

How could you possibly have an opinion worth listening to?

-He's in respiratory arrest.

-Look at his drain.

It's about Doctor Jasmine Burrows.

She made a serious error which lead to the death of a patient.

# Never laugh as the hearse goes by

# For you may be the next to die

# They wrap you up in a big white sheet

# From your head down to your feet

# They put you in a big black box

# Cover you up with dirt and rocks

# All goes well for about a week

# Until your coffin begins to leak

# The worms crawl in The worms crawl out

# The worms play pinochle on your snout

# They eat your eyes

# They eat your nose

# They eat the jelly between your toes... #

What is that awful song?

It's a nursery rhyme my mum used to sing.

What, about worms eating you?

-Well, I never thought they were eating me.

-Well, it's morbid.

What's that?

Oh, it's research. Family history...

I'm so sorry! I was late, wasn't looking!

Here, let me help!

Wow!

What?

You're hot.

Did I say that out loud?

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

Nice one, Romeo, and thanks for the bruised kidneys.

This is Damien Ford.

-Damon.

-Oh, sorry, he's Jac's new plaything on Darwin.

Oh, dear!

-So, you know Jac Naylor?

-Her half-sister.

Oh, and Darwin Ward survivor.

-Any advice?

-Don't be late.

-Bye.

-See you.

Family history? I never knew that you were in care...

No, it's not mine.

-Oh.

-PHONE BEEPS

Oh! Mr Hanssen wants to see me.

What have you done now?

You got this.

WATCH BEEPS

-LIFT:

-'Sixth floor.'

HE CHOKES

In or out?

Gack!

Nice to meet you, Gack. Can you get out of my way?

-Thanks.

-What was that?

Vitamin. Went down the wrong hole.

You need to be more careful, Gack.

-Sorry?

-Who's Gack?

-He's Gack.

-No, he's Damon.

-I was choking.

-You were choking and now you're Damien?

-Damon.

I think we're all getting a bit confused.

-It's my fault.

-Probably. Who are you?

Dr Damon Ford. It's my first proper day.

I was here two weeks ago.

HE WHISPERS: He's the new F1.

-Oh, you're the new F1.

-Yes!

-You're late.

-'Door closing.'

-I've seen worse first impressions.

-You have?

But the day is still young.

A complaint? By who, a patient?

A colleague?!

The nature and detail of the complaint,

though anonymous, would indicate that, yes.

What am I supposed to have done, used the last of the milk?

Failure to clerk patients correctly -

specifically Mr Ronald Goodlass -

leading ultimately to an undetected and fatal pneumothorax.

I missed that bleed because it was buried under free air

in the abdomen, not because of incorrect clerking.

-You can't believe this.

-I do not.

More importantly your consultant does not.

And I'm supposed to just ignore the fact

that someone's spreading lies about me?

Should you have any suspicions about who made these complaints,

you bring your concerns to me.

You do not act on them yourself. Is that clear?

Crystal.

A complaint? By who?

I don't know, but I'm going to find out, and when I do...

-OK, what have we got?

-Luke Underwood. 21.

-Multiple puncture wounds to the left-side of his chest.

-Knife?

No, they didn't find a knife, but they did say

he could've been attacked by several people.

Needle decompressions performed by paramedics en route.

-Is he dead?

-Sorry, who are you?

-Is Luke dead?

-She came in with him.

-Girlfriend?

-Family.

-Kelli, love, come back.

-The doctors want to see you.

-I had to see him.

I turned my back for one minute...

MACHINE BEEPS

OK, BP's dropping.

Right, we need to get another line in, ten units and cross match

it straight to theatre. Someone page Jac Naylor.

We're going to need a CT consultant on this.

I think these belong to you.

Vitamins, huh?

Anything you want to tell me?

Not really, no.

I'm familiar with Bisoprolol. If there's anything I can do...

You can treat me like any other junior doctor.

I don't want pity or special treatment.

If there's a deep end - throw me in it.

I'm here to shine.

And if it's all the same to you, Mr Rossini,

I'd like to just get cracking.

As you wish, Junior Doctor Ford.

I have just the job for you.

OK, just lean forward for me, would you? That's it.

Don't. I'm fine. It was just Luke.

So, Luke's your brother?

Step-brother. By marriage.

OK, who did this to you?

It doesn't matter. It's nothing.

It could've been worse.

Mr Valentine, could you give us a minute?

-Dr Burrows can finish the visual examination.

-Sure.

Us girls can have a chat.

Kelli, you told the paramedics Luke was attacked by muggers.

You were too.

Before or after Luke was stabbed?

Or both?

You have broken fingernails.

-Skin underneath...

-Kelli, did they...?

You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

But it would be best if you allowed us

to gather all the medical evidence.

Do you understand, love?

I ran away from home.

Luke came after me, and look what happened.

It wasn't your fault.

I don't want to talk any more.

You ever get the feeling it's going to be one of those days?

Thank you.

Cheers.

Thanks.

Too much cinnamon. Come.

Mr Rossini, I just want you to know that whatever broad principle

being illustrated here has been noted.

You think I'm teaching you a lesson?

I'm pretty sure you don't really want an extra shot,

no foam latte with a touch of vanilla

and three scoops of cinnamon.

Hilary Franklin, 51. Mitral valve prolapse.

-Arrhythmia?

-No.

Excessive leakage?

Certainly hope not.

So, why is this patient in a surgical ward?

Ms Franklin's been complaining of excessive fatigue.

Her GP has referred her for a CMR.

-You disapprove?

-Bit OTT, isn't it?

Why don't we find out.

Ms Franklin, meet Dr Ford. He'll be looking after you today.

-They're getting younger every year.

-And wetter behind the ears.

THEY LAUGH

Full history, Dr Ford.

Right. So, Ms Franklin, you have mitral valve prolapse.

The two valve flaps of the mitral valve do not close smoothly

or evenly, but instead bulge, or as we say prolapse,

-upwards into the left atrium...

-Ah!

I already know this. I'm not exactly a hospital virgin.

-First things first.

-History?

-Bridget Jones's Baby!

-What?

Had it for ages, haven't had a chance to watch it.

You couldn't charge this up for us, could you? I just need the ladies.

She's not confirming sexual assault, but she's not denying it either,

and she's not allowing any forensic examination.

-You tried your best, Nurse Reynolds.

-Fat lot of good it did.

Her stepmother's just arrived.

Maybe she can get her to talk to us.

How's the brother?

Last I heard, touch and go, but Jac's just arrived.

Interesting morning.

I got called to Hanssen's office.

Tea and herring?

Someone made an anonymous complaint about me.

Oh, hurrah! You've broken your cherry!

You're not fretting, are you?

Patients make frivolous complaints all the time.

It wasn't frivolous, and it wasn't a patient.

There's always one bad apple in every department

trying to cause trouble.

How did you know about Kelli?

Experience. When a young mind suffers a trauma, it fractures.

Compartmentalises.

Kelli's focusing on what happened to her stepbrother

rather than to her. She had no control over that,

but what happened to Luke she can own.

-By blaming herself?

-Yeah.

Is that what you did, in the care home?

I've got something to show you.

Oh! We need to celebrate.

Oh, please! It's an obscure research award

shared amongst dozens of obscure doctors.

Nobel Prize it ain't.

Do you know what you need?

Coffee.

You haven't been out in ages. You need fun. Mischief.

Do you know where I've been this morning?

-Where?

-Therapy.

-Oh.

-Yeah, dealing with the previous mischief I got myself into.

So, the last thing I need is to get into any more

as it's abundantly clear I make bad choices.

You will find love, Dom, or it will find you.

You'll see.

Don't want it. Don't need it. Not looking for it.

-Call you later!

-Love you.

You have been a busy little bee.

Where did you find all this?

Public domain. Crimes, accusations, complaints.

It's all out there.

Why are you doing this?

Because I think you're right.

I think terrible things happened there

and they need to be confronted.

Well, I tried. I failed. It's over.

Yeah, but there's other options - civil court.

You think I want money?

I think you want justice. I know you want closure.

-And Jac...

-What about Jac?

She needs to accept that she was affected by this too.

Well, she won't thank you.

I want her to know I understand. I want her to...

Love you?

I'm not that naive.

Well, be careful. She's angry enough with you as it is.

We've been getting on better.

You haven't realised. It probably hasn't even occurred to you.

Realised what?

Jasmine...

..Jac didn't want you here in the first place.

Then she thought you were leaving, but you didn't.

-You think Jac made the complaint?

-Don't you?

Just...leave it.

VOICEMAIL

Hi, it's me. When you're out of theatre, we need to talk.

Yes, very, very funny!

Have you experienced any of these symptoms recently -

shortness of breath, palpit...?

Is there a problem?

I like to recline at a resting angle of 36 degrees.

This one won't go past 30.

Couldn't sort me out a replacement, could you?

-I'll look into it. Now, about these symptoms...

-Mm-hm.

Same as they ever were.

Treated over the long years by my good friends

-Atenolol, Metoprolol and Propranolol.

-Friends?

When you've been on as many beta-blockers as I have,

for as long as I have,

you have more of a relationship with them than you do most people.

-Well, how long?

-20 years.

-Have you not considered surgery?

I've long since come to terms with

the limitations my condition imposes.

You could say we've reached an accommodation.

What kind of accommodation?

The kind that gets you a comfy bed.

Ooh, pasta bake! It's my favourite!

-Oh, we have royalty among us!

-We're not worthy!

-Yes, thank you, thank you.

-Well done.

Dr Copeland, this is Mr...

-Hello, Dr Copeland.

-Hello again.

-You know each other?

-Former patient.

And relationship guru!

Dr Copeland gave me the advice and the gumption to approach

the true love of my life.

Mr Hardy's been referred after a fall caused by

-what he describes as dizziness.

-OK.

Pamela, wasn't it?

So, I'm assuming things are going well.

Wow! OK, that's, that's whirlwind.

When you know, you know, right?

BP 160/100.

-Really?

-Is that bad?

No, it's just normally dizziness is associated with a low BP.

Nurse Chiltern, could I get an ECG and FBCs, please? Thank you.

-Vince, do you want us to contact Pamela?

-No!

She's in a hide trying to get close to a desert wheatear.

I don't want to disturb her.

Vince and Pamela are avid bird watchers. It's how they met.

How we spent our honeymoon.

Two weeks in the Derbyshire Dales,

sometimes waist high in swamp water

trying to catch sight of a spotted flycatcher.

Happy days.

You must be very much in love.

Yeah. What was it you said?

She made me smile 100 times a day.

Well, that's what love is.

That unintended smile.

I'll get your ECG.

-Surgery?

-Mitral valve repair.

For an asymptomatic prolapse?

Now who's being OTT?

The AHA has documented criteria where surgery is recommended.

There's evidence of regurgitation?

Well, no. Not yet, but I'm betting it's what's causing the fatigue.

We could do a TOE to confirm and, all going well,

in and out of theatre, bish, bash, bosh, problem solved.

Ms Franklin has managed her condition for years with medication.

We can do more for her.

-Have you spoken to Hilary about this?

-Sorry, who?

Ms Franklin. The patient.

Oh, right. No, not yet, didn't want to get her hopes up.

You know, just because something can be fixed by surgery

doesn't mean it has to be.

Why would anyone choose to be limited when there are options?

Arrange the TOE.

If there's regurgitation I'll consider the options.

Can you go a bit deeper and lower, please?

That's it. Oh, that's better.

# Your stomach turns a slimy green

# And pus pours out like whipping cream

# You put it on a piece of bread

# And that's what you eat when you are dead. #

Gets in your head, doesn't it?

Paula had a way of doing that. What do you want?

How's the stab victim?

Fine. What do you want, Jasmine?

To talk. About you. About us.

No, thanks.

I appreciate the trip down memory lane though.

Someone made a complaint about me.

Yes, I heard.

I know it was you and I know why.

Is that so? Please, enlighten me.

What Paula did to you was cruel, but this, this is horrific.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm trying to understand.

-Who?

-You.

-Why?

Because we're sisters, because I care about you.

And every time I have tried to get near you,

you throw up these barriers.

And I thought it was because of Paula

and therefore, by extension, me. If I had known about this...

This has nothing to do with me.

You were in a care home where children were routinely

abused by senior members of staff.

-How can that not affect you?

-I don't let it.

-Really?

You can't form emotional attachments.

You're self-destructive, paranoid.

You are often vindictive and sometimes cruel.

-Maybe that's just who I am.

-No, I don't accept that.

No, no, of course you don't.

Because you share all the same traits, the only difference is

you are so desperate to be seen as the good guy.

-It's what makes you so pathetic.

-You're doing it again.

-You think I made a complaint? Why would I bother?

-You're trying push me away...

-That means I care about you...

-..because you don't want to confront

-what happened to you when you were a child!

-..and I don't!

I am not a victim of abuse.

So, not a victim, just a coward?

You know, at some point, sooner or later,

you are going to have to confront what happened to you.

You might not have been abused, but you are scarred.

Who's responsible for the, oh, so funny gift this morning?

-Hm?

-The dumbbells?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Mr Hardy's bloods.

Right, thank you.

Right, Vince.

We have your bloods, and I have some good news and some bad news.

BIRD CALLS

Is that a pigeon?

It's a turtle dove.

Like the 12 Days Of Christmas?

Mine and Pamela's favourite bird.

They mate for life.

Are you OK?

Yeah. You said you had some good news?

Yes, the good news is we have found out what the problem is.

You're anaemic.

The bad news is, however, we don't know what's causing it.

So, do you have any other symptoms presently?

Abdominal pain and nausea.

Right.

Tired, but can't sleep, short-term memory loss.

Depression.

Mood swings.

And in the last three weeks, a complete loss of libido...

..which is probably why Pamela left me three days ago.

HE SOBS

Anyone hear that pigeon? Right, if you see it, kill it.

Cos they're rats with wings. All right?

She almost hit you? You should make a complaint against her too.

She denied that actually.

What, and you believe her?

I don't know what to believe when it comes to Jac any more.

You can't judge her any more harshly than she already judges herself.

We made a pact - like a lot of troubled girls did back then.

Jac promised to protect me.

If Yates came, I'd go to her.

She'd hide me. And she did.

Until one night...she didn't.

After that, she said it must have been a dream.

She had to believe that.

Fractured? From the guilt?

Don't blame her.

We were just kids.

And now she's a rather unstable adult.

-I mean, what if the complaint is upheld?

-It won't be.

Jasmine's not to blame for what happened to Mr Goodlass.

Jac knows that.

How do you know the complaint was about Mr Goodlass?

What else would it be about?

Jas? Going to need you on this one. Kelli Mather's bloods.

She's eight weeks pregnant.

Can we do this after lunch? I'm starving.

Afraid not. You're nil by mouth.

Since when?

Since the TOE showed signs of regurgitation.

The CPEX will show if it gets worse during exercise.

-And if it does?

-Then we have options.

We can perform a mitral valve repair, a fairly simple surgery...

Ah! Why on earth would I want surgery?

To get better. Improve your quality of life.

What are you doing?

My quality of life is just fine.

15 years unable to work. Too cautious to socialise.

You call that quality of life?

You don't know the first thing about me.

I know you're sick and that we can cure you.

-Dr Matty.

-I'll call you back.

I came here for tests

and Frankenstein here wants to cut me open.

-Dr Ford, is there a problem?

-No, just a slight misunderstanding.

-Nurse, please, can you take Ms Franklin back to her bed?

-Sure.

Thank you. My office, now.

Who's making trouble for Burrows?

Look, I can take this sort of thing, but Jasmine can't, so...

just get it sorted.

Why didn't you say anything?

I couldn't be sure it survived.

The father? We could call...

No-one. Doesn't matter.

-Does he know?

-He knows.

Does your stepmum know?

No. It would only worry her.

Well, she'll find out sooner or later.

By that time, it won't matter.

OK, right, I'll get someone from Obs and Gynae to come down.

Luke?

He's been moved to ITU. He's going to be fine, don't worry.

-Nurse Reynolds...

-CLATTERING

Sorry. Can you get that for me, please?

Luke Underwood's theatre report, can you get it up to Darwin?

-It needs to be checked and signed by Ms Naylor.

-Yeah, of course.

Dr Burrows, Susan Underwood wants to see her son.

-Could you take her to ITU once his obs have been taken?

-Sure.

Are you all right?

Fine. Why?

Jac's concerned that you've been stitched up.

Concerned?

Turns out she can be quite the lioness when she wants to be.

So can I.

Suppose I'm off Ms Franklin's case?

Not at all. I agree with your assessment.

Surgery is an option...

But Ms Franklin freaked out.

Have you tried to understand how she feels?

Change is scary.

Ms Franklin has spent years of her life defined by

the limits of her condition.

You, of all people, should understand that, no?

This is crazy. You said it was Jac who made the complaint?

Fran wanted me to think that.

I didn't tell anyone the complaint was about Goodlass and she knew.

PHONE BEEPS

Look, Jas, you really shouldn't be doing this and I can't. Sorry.

Fran, you poor thing.

VOICEMAIL

Hi. It's me.

I know it wasn't you. The complaint. It was...

Well, it doesn't matter.

We need to talk.

It's important.

There are some things I need to say.

PHONE VIBRATES

Hey, what are you doing here?

Obersturmfuhrer Wolfe wanted you to check and sign this.

It's OK.

Thank you. I'm so sorry.

One minute we were getting married and planning a family,

-and the next I can barely get out of bed, let alone get it...

-OK.

I promise you, promise you, we'll get to the bottom of this.

-Right, Dr Copeland?

-Absolutely, no stone unturned.

That's very sweet of you both. You do make a nice pair.

-How long have been together?

-What?!

-Us?

-We're not together.

-Not in the slightest.

-We're barely friends.

-Exactly.

Barely friends?

You know what I mean.

I've got to admit, I'm a little hurt by that.

All right, fine, then we are friends, just not like that.

Of course, that goes without saying.

Exactly, I mean, you're not even... And I definitely am, so...

-Right.

-Right.

What were we talking about?

-It's sorted. Anyway...

-Clear as day.

We're going to go and run some tests.

-That's a bit weird.

-Yeah. Twitchers.

I heard about your research award. Congratulations.

Thanks, but it's nothing, really.

Well, I got you a little present to say well done.

Left it by your locker.

It was you?

You found it then?

What, was that meant to be funny or something?

Not so much funny, more ironic.

How about insensitive and just damn stupid.

-What? I thought...

-You clearly didn't think, did you?

You know what? It's fairly evident that we are not friends.

Have you seen what those animals did to him?

Scratched his face to pieces.

Scratches?

It's like they've tried to rip his face off.

When he came in he, had a ring on, where is it?

Thank you.

Ah, pasta bake!

I wanted to apologise.

It's OK. I get it. You're eager.

I was young once too, Dr Ford.

What now?

You don't have to be limited by your condition.

You think I'm scared?

You need the CMR to qualify for your disability allowance, right?

-So, now you think I'm a scrounger?

-No.

But it's easy to become comfortable with your accommodations.

You don't know the first thing about it.

I have a heart condition.

Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

Genetic. I was born with it.

I know what genetic means.

When were you diagnosed?

I was seven.

Collapsed in the playground during football.

Doctors told me I would be fine, but I'd never play again.

Any competitive sport.

When I went back to school, they had a special assembly to explain that

little Damon Ford had a dicky heart and wasn't able to run around

like all the other normal kids.

So, why don't you fix it?

You're a heart surgeon, right?

My condition is incurable.

Yours is not.

You have a choice. I can help you, if you let me.

You are eager, aren't you?

I prefer the term focused.

Can I have some time to think about it?

Is this necessary?

It's just that I've got Karnik breathin' down me neck

-about unaccounted for equipment on the ward.

-Yes, it's necessary.

Luke Underwood.

-Blood.

-Yeah, he was stabbed three times.

Yeah, but I don't think it's his blood.

Then whose blood is it?

Where's Kelli gone?

I don't know. Look, Jasmine, what's going on?

-You said there's equipment missing. What equipment?

-A scalpel.

I'll call security.

Dr Copeland, I heard about the research award.

Congratulations.

Oh, thank you, but it's nothing. It wasn't even really my project.

Look, I understand that there are members of that research team

that you would prefer to forget,

but I can assure you that your work stands on its own merits.

It's not nothing.

Right, Vince, your abdominal X-ray has come back clear,

as has your biochemistry.

What causes anaemia?

B12 deficiency, which you don't have.

Your ferritin and folate has come back normal...

Put my foot in it, didn't I?

I really don't know what you saw between us at all.

Turtle doves.

On introduction to a new mate, the male dove will often peck,

bite and chase away the uninvited guest.

-We call that playing hard to get.

-Right.

Next, comes the preening.

The doves will preen their own feathers near their new mate,

progress comes when they start to preen each other's feathers.

It's a slow, gentle and beautiful process.

What is your point?

You smile when you look at him.

That's why I thought you were together.

No, it's just because he's a blithering idiot.

Anyway, what happened between you and Pamela?

I don't know, I just... just suddenly wasn't interested.

-You're familiar with Cupid, right?

-Mm-hm.

Well, Cupid has two types of arrows.

One arouses love and passion and the other causes indifference.

It's as if somewhere, somehow, I was shot with the wrong type of arrow.

OK, well, I should get on.

Kelli.

Go away.

I know what happened.

Luke attacked you...

..and not for the first time.

I know he hits you and he hurts you.

Not any more.

Never again.

You don't have to do this.

I have to protect the baby.

He was afraid Susan would find out.

I ran, but he came after me.

The baby is his?

He doesn't want it.

So he kicked you.

He took steps.

This time, so did I.

You stabbed him.

Why couldn't he just die?

So that he would go to prison for the rest of his life.

And you could have a life with your child

far, far away from him.

He's supposed to be family. He's supposed to look after me.

It's how it's supposed to work.

Kelli.

He's a monster.

Do not let him hurt you any more.

OK?

Let me help you.

Give me the scalpel.

Everything's going to be OK.

Everything all right?

Yeah, it will be now.

Come on.

Well, you've made quite the impression on her, haven't you?

-She's agreed to surgery?

-Don't be ridiculous.

No. She's asked that you be removed from her care plan immediately.

What? Why?

Failure to listen to patient requests.

Making dubious inferences about patient motives.

And working outside of proper consultant supervision.

I think I should take over from here.

Oh, and apparently you gave her some sob story about

having an incurable heart condition.

Never share with clients. It freaks them out.

There's only one way this day gets any worse for you.

Just walk away.

-What's your prognosis?

-Been checking up on me?

Near normal life expectancy.

I've never let it limit me.

-That much is clear.

-So, why does she?

Perhaps not everyone is as stubborn as you, Dr Ford,

or perhaps there's another reason entirely.

Right, thank you.

A most distressing episode.

I think she'll be all right.

She's been through a lot, but she's accepted support and treatment.

Yes, thanks to you. PHONE BEEPS

Now, do you think you should take the rest of the shift off?

You look very tired, Dr Burrows.

-No, I've got something to do.

-All right.

Hey, I heard what happened. Are you all right?

Yeah, fine. I'll be back in 15 minutes, we'll talk then.

Come on, out with it.

You've been in a right old snot all day.

-Is it the twitcher?

-No.

It's Chiltern.

Lofty?

-Yeah.

-Why, what's he done?

-He bought me a present.

Oh, vile scum!

He bought be a set of dumbbells.

Now, we both remember the last person who bought me

a set of dumbbells.

-Isaac.

-Mm-hm.

Dom, those dumbbells aren't from Lofty.

They're mine, actually.

Yeah, they're a present from my personal trainer, Varina,

for hitting my weight-loss goals.

And I left them in the locker room this morning.

But, Lofty said that...

What have I done?

Jumped to a hasty conclusion based on spurious evidence

with catastrophic consequences? Just guessing.

Come on, how could you think that guy could ever be cruel?

Cupid really hit you with the wrong arrow today.

Why does everyone keep assuming that I fancy the guy?

Cupid had two arrows, didn't he?

Yes. Yes, indeed he did. Yes, one dipped in gold for love

-and one dipped in...

-Lead.

-For indifference...

-Oh, I love you!

Love you too.

Oh! Sorry, Mr Griffin.

-Million miles away.

-Understandable.

Word is that you've been the subject of a complaint.

Yeah. Ironic, right?

Well, these things have a way of balancing out.

You'll be all right.

Oi, Romeo!

-I even got the coffee order wrong.

-Ah, they made you do that too?

Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. Chin up.

Things can only get better. You'll see.

# Never laugh as the hearse goes by

# For you may be the next to die

# The worms crawl in The worms crawl out

# The worms play pinochle on your snout... #

Come on, Jac. Dead battery.

Jac couldn't make it, I'm afraid.

Nice song by the way, catchy.

Yeah, my mum used to...

Why have you got Jac's phone?

I took it.

You and I need to have a conversation,

about breaking into my locker.

I was hoping to speak to Jac about all this first.

-Yeah, and turn her against me?

-No.

Why couldn't you just stay out of it? Why keep getting in the way?

-In the way of what?

-Me and Jac.

-I'm not...

Fran, I know you made the complaint.

Prove it.

I am not your enemy.

I want to help you.

You do realise you need help?

-Help?

-I saw those photos.

What are you doing stalking a 70-year-old man?

Do you know who he is?

He's Daniel Brown.

He was the manager and then the CEO of the Carmichael Trust.

Then you know why. He knew.

He sanctioned it. He's responsible.

You can't prove that, and those things you've been saying

about the blood pact and Jac promising to look after you...

she barely knew you.

-Those things never happened.

-That's not true.

There is no scar on Jac's palm.

There must be.

You're fractured.

Come on, let's go and talk to her and sort all this out, OK?

You have been through so much already.

She was supposed to look after me.

Someone was supposed to look after me.

I know, and we will now. OK?

We are going to help you.

I'm going to look after you.

Look after me?

Ow! Fran, you're hurting me!

-I don't believe you.

-Ow!

I don't need your help!

Stay away from me!

Stay away from Jac. You don't understand. You can't.

Fran, I think I've got a problem!

Yeah, keep sticking your beak in where it's not wanted.

No, not that. I need help.

So did I.

Fran!

KNOCK ON DOOR Oh, go away!

-Miss Naylor?

-What do you want, Daniel?

It's Damon, OK? D-A-M-O-N.

Not Damien, not David, not Daniel.

-Damon.

-You're here about Hilary Franklin.

-Yes, I...

-Look, Ms Franklin lives with two co-dependents.

Her husband has early onset dementia and her son has autism.

Even if she wanted to take time out to recover from surgery,

she couldn't.

-I didn't know that.

-Did you ask?

-I'm an idiot.

-Possibly. That remains to be seen.

Why did you tell everyone I had a heart condition?

-I didn't, you did.

-You yelled it across the ward.

-You told a patient.

-In confidence.

Nothing you tell a patient is in confidence.

They'll always use it against you. Rule number one.

I thought rule number one was don't be late.

That's what your sister said.

-You know Jasmine?

-I see the resemblance now.

You got the cheekbones, but she got the smile.

-What are you looking for?

-My phone!

You tried ringing it?

Yes...

PHONE RINGS

Ringing out.

Where's the last place you remember having it?

I'm not five. I've been here and AAU today, that's it.

-You got a Find Phone app?

-A what?

A tablet connected to your phone?

And they call us Generation Snowflake.

This app tracks your phone via GPS.

It'll give you a rough location. Voila!

Oh, that looks like it's on the other side of the building.

-PHONE RINGS

-Not where you were expecting?

Naylor. Yep.

OK, I'll be right there.

-Right, I have to go, so can you...

-Find your phone?

It's not like you've anything better to do.

I don't know this place yet. Where do I start?

Start from the bottom, work your way up.

Get out of my chair!

Burton line. Good call, Dr Copeland.

Vince, you currently have a faint blue line going around your gums

which is an indication of mild lead poisoning.

Lead? How?

Well, it's your choice of honeymoon activity.

Wading through the Derbyshire Dales looking for birds.

It used to be the centre of England's lead mining industry.

And you've probably been waste deep in contaminated water

which would explain the fatigue, the dizziness and the nausea.

As well as your indifference towards passion.

We will probably need to check Pamela as well.

-I'll take care of the follow-up.

-I'll be back shortly.

I think I owe you an apology.

-I... I messed up

-It's OK.

-No, it's not.

I assumed the worst of you and I couldn't have been more wrong,

and I'm really sorry.

Look, I have a problem with trust

and I frequently jump to wrong conclusions.

Dom, it's all right. Sacha explained the misunderstanding.

-Right.

-Good friends?

Yeah. Sure.

Oh, you've got...some fluff.

Gotcha!

Oh, my...! Jasmine!

Jasmine? Wake up! You gotta wake up!

What's happened?

Help!

Hey, Romeo.

What's happened? Did somebody stab you?!

An accident. I had a scalpel in my pocket. Stupid girl.

It's going to be OK. You hear me? Jasmine?

Ssh, ssh, Romeo, sleep.

No, no, no, don't sleep. Stay with me.

OK? Stay with me, all right?

I'm going to get you out of here. Give me your arm.

That's it. That's it, come on. Stay with me, stay with me!

I need help!

-Jasmine?!

-Trolley!

Here's the crash team now.

Damon, what happened?

Tell me what happened!

Accident. She said she fell.

I saw her just now. Looks like she's been stabbed.

No, it's a scalpel. It's in her pocket, she said she fell!

Right, let's get lines in, 5mg morphine, bloods.

We're going to have to do a laparotomy.

-I'll clear the trauma bay now.

-Jasmine?

Go get Jac. Go get Jac now! Go!

PHONE RINGS

Hanssen.

-Why the hell isn't she in theatre?

-We're going as fast as we can.

-She's been fighting us...

-We can't get a line in...

-We're losing too much blood...

-I don't give a damn, just do it!

Jac...

Stop fighting, you silly girl. I'm here, I'll save you.

No scar...

MACHINE BEEPS

Jasmine? No! Jasmine!

-We've lost output.

-We're losing too much blood.

We need to open her up, now!

Jasmine... Jasmine, please don't go! Jasmine!

It's Jasmine.

Just over six hours ago,

Dr Jasmine Burrows was found suffering massive blood loss

as a result of a stabbing injury to her side.

She was discovered by a fellow F1 who,

despite being caught in bewildering circumstances

on his first day here,

had the wherewithal to carry Dr Burrows

to where medical attention could be given.

Dr Burrows was taken to theatre where, for the last six hours...

..surgeons have fought valiantly to save her life.

FLATLINES

20 minutes ago...

her battle was lost.

So, we are left with a loss that is beyond measure.

The loss of a colleague and a friend.

Now is the time to mourn.

'Hi. It's me.

'I know it wasn't you.

'The complaint. It was...

'Well, it doesn't matter.

'But we need to talk. It's important.

'There's some things I need to say.

'I came here to find you. My sister. And I did.

'And whatever you think of yourself or of me

'I want you to know one thing.

'And I'll say it now because who knows when I'll ever have

'the guts to say it again.

'I love you.'