Group Animal, Part Two Holby City

-Jeremy, let go of me!

-You said you would help! Donna!

-Let her go, right now!

-Big mistake.

The consequences of this will be severe,

but you've brought this on yourselves.

It's Jeremy Warren.

This is Ms MacMillan's husband, the eminent David Hopkins.

What are we watching?

-A PFO?

-It's made the dementia worse.

I've booked the first available theatre slot.

He reversed motor neuron disease using stem-cell therapy.

Is he really coming here?

I know. It's something else, isn't it?

Going to be some ride, I promise you that.

I'm just really worried. I can't explain it.

It's like someone's trying to tell me something.

What would you say if I told you I was leaving Holby?

I don't follow you.

Just give this to Hanssen.

I'm going to go and say goodbye to Sacha

and then I'm going home to my daughter.

GUNSHOT

-Everything's down.

-Oh, here he is.

Can we get maintenance on to this?

The computers are down and everything.

Do you think it's a cyber-attack?

Paranoia is catching, it seems.

Can you look after the little guy? I'm going to get Mum up to ITU.

Sure. Come with me, buddy. I'm going to need your superpowers, OK?

Henrik, eh? You didn't waste much time.

Put your pay rise in already?

Believe me, that's not worth the paper that it's written on.

Mum and babies need to be together.

Heck of a surprise she's waking up to.

Out of the darkness and into the light.

Heck of a day!

There she goes. Say, "Bye-bye, Mummy!"

Yeah, they're out on reception too.

Looks like it's just the ground floor, then. OK, let me know.

Yeah, the second generator should kick in if it's a power cut.

Kind of does it for me, dark and gloomy.

And you wonder why you're still single.

I just like the tone of my days varied, that's all.

I'll remind you of that the next time the heating packs up,

you're on a late and you're burning books to keep yourself warm.

Ladies and gentlemen, nothing to worry about.

The second generator will kick in in a minute and we'll be back up

and running, all right? It's just a blown fuse somewhere.

-Either that or the Russians have hacked us.

-Don't even joke.

DISTANT BANG

What was that?

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Wet Lab.

Yeah, OK, I'll tell him. Thanks.

There's been a power cut.

AAU, lights have gone out.

Must have been the fuse box.

SHE GROANS

Jimmy, can we can get the lights sorted pronto, please?

Ric...

Ric, erm...

I need to speak to you.

It's about Jeremy Warren.

I've been getting these, um... these texts messages from him.

They're threats...

..and I don't know what to do now that you're not allowed

anywhere near the hospital.

I don't know how to...

Just let me know that you're OK, please.

Will you call me back?

GUNSHOT

Come with me! Come with me!

Come with me!

Just get down.

Everybody get down and stay down!

It's OK, you're going to be fine. I need the police. Yes.

It's OK. Everything's going to be OK.

Micro-injector, please, Nurse Harrison.

Sorry, I don't know what's got into me.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Someone's got a gun on AAU.

They've shot once.

They don't know if anyone's been hurt.

-The police are on their way.

-Oh, God.

Right, instigate the major incidents procedure.

Lock the doors, shut the lifts down, cancel all electives.

No-one goes in or out of the hospital.

We're on lockdown. Tell them now, please.

Oh, God, it's Jac!

She's been shot in the back.

We've got to stop the bleed. We need to move her.

We can't. We're on lockdown. There's nowhere to take her to.

We'll never get her up the stairs, that's for sure.

-We have to open her up.

-Let's get her to the lab.

Grab this trolley. We need to get a tube down.

Nurse, the dummy.

The Ambu bag, the bag with the one-way valve, the mask,

just grab what you can.

It's all right, we're here now.

Just going to look for the wound.

This... This...

Get it together. Come on, come on...

Here.

Bag, please. Thank you.

She needs anaesthetic.

I have some chloroform I use on the stem cells.

-Is that all you've got?

-It's a lab, not a theatre!

DISTANT SIREN

This isn't good.

It's a shooting!

-Fletch! Give us a hand, mate.

-Who was it? What sort of...?

I don't know, someone says one bloke.

-Others are saying there's two of 'em.

-Was anyone else hit?

I don't know. I know as much as you! A nurse handed her to me.

Said she didn't see owt either.

I need to get some IV morphine in her pronto.

Right, let's get her in the back of the ambulance,

get that leg in a brace and get a trauma tourniquet standing by.

I'll be back in a minute. OK, everyone, please stay calm.

Stay calm. All staff to me. Thank you. Right, OK.

We need to get as many people out as possible

cos I reckon those doors are going to get locked any second now.

So we do it calmly, we do it quickly, but do it now. Go.

Mr Levy, the wound is already there, just do the thoracotomy.

Clam shell gives us more access and we won't need to deflate the lung.

No, there's too much risk of infection...

THEY SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER

None of this is exactly sterile!

This should keep her under long enough.

Sacha, come on!

Make the incision.

We can use our hands to keep her open.

Oh, so you're not above the menial tasks after all.

It's just you've made a bit of a name for yourself today.

The Professor has been praising your "sharp intellect"

and your "diagnostic eye".

Yeah, well, I was just doing what was asked of me.

You're getting good at that.

Is there something I can help you with?

Me? No. Might want to check with your friend Mr Valentine

or Ms MacMillan or your new buddy the Professor, though.

What's gotten into you?

You've been chipping away at me all day.

I mean, for what? Doing my job?

Sure, yeah, that's what this is about.

So there is something! Well, please enlighten me.

What is it that's sneaked through the impenetrable ego

of Dominic Copeland? Hm?

Sorry, I've come across a bit strong there.

-SIRENS WAIL

-Dom, come on.

-Lock the door.

What?

We're on lockdown. The whole hospital.

Lock the door. We need to lock the door.

Large clot, I think.

-Bifurcation of the pulmonary artery?

-Mm.

Lucky to catch this one before it disappears entirely.

Looks intact.

Are there any others?

No. That's it.

What?

Sorry. I don't know.

It's just that you're quite good at this, aren't you?

I'd never really appreciated it before.

Well, I learnt from the best.

OK... That's sucked it out.

Dr Digby, do you want to have a closer look?

PAGERS BEEP

Ms MacMillan?

What is it?

There's so much blood, it must be a major vessel.

-We need to get her to theatre!

-There's no way to move her.

We need to find something else to pack her with.

Clothing.

Too much risk of infection.

-It's all right, Jac, you're going to be fine.

-Her bag.

She had a bag with her. Handbag, near the stairs.

-I'll go.

-Be careful.

Pulse is thready.

It's the aorta.

She needs a solution.

We have to stop this bleed.

She needs more equipment if she's going to survive.

We need to fix this vessel!

Come here.

Put your hand on the aorta.

I have an idea. I can hold it in place.

I need to print a patch.

We can't start experimenting at a time like this!

What choice do we have?

We need to try anything, Mr Levy. Something.

Take it.

OK. After three...

One, two...

Please, can we put the lifts back on? Let's get her to theatre.

I can't. You know I can't.

GLASS SMASHES

INDISTINCT WHISPERING

DISTANT SIRENS

-WHISPERS:

-OK. When I say, we're going to crouch down low

and we're going to run over to that bed

and get behind the curtain as fast as we can. Do you understand?

OK, as fast as we can, OK?

BANGING

Go, go, go, go.

That's it, just stay there.

It's really important that you stay still, OK?

Remember, like a wolf, OK?

It's really important that no-one knows that you're here.

Is this you? Mrs Henry?

Perforated ulcer?

Stay there! He's coming!

So much of it.

Here. This is all I could find.

No, not that. Please.

SHE GROANS

She's coming round.

Ready when you are.

That's it, that's it. And one more.

PATIENT COUGHS

It's OK.

Oh, no, no, no...

I need fluids.

PHONE RINGS

-Hey, are you OK?

-Yes.

OK. Back into your tent. Back into your tent.

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

Donna! I'm here.

Yeah, I'm at the hospital. I'm outside.

I'm coming in.

I'll find a way in.

Are you all right? Is anybody hurt?

Jeremy?

No, no, no. It's OK...

Donna, you're jumping to...

Donna.

Donna, listen to me!

Don't jump to conclusions.

You're doing the right thing.

Just stay hidden. Yep.

Stay where you are.

I'm coming in.

Ric, you can't.

Ezra, get back! It's OK.

Just don't let anyone see you, remember? OK.

It's the patient.

She's vomited blood. She needs fluids,

I think she's having a post-op haemorrhage.

I can't.

There's nothing I can use here. We're trapped in!

Hey, it's OK, it's OK, sweetheart. You're doing really well.

You're doing brilliantly.

I just need you to go back in there and hide. Promise me.

Promise me that you won't leave, OK? OK, good boy.

Ladies and gentlemen, we don't have any more information at the minute,

so if you could just stay there, please.

The doors are locked for a reason.

If you've got friends or relatives inside, they will be looked after

by my colleagues. I can promise you that, all right?

-Just try and stay calm.

-SCREAMING

I'm going to find out whatever I can, OK? Nurse!

Keep her calm, will ya?

-Patient's awake.

-Yeah, I can hear that.

Rosie Cranham. Shrapnel wound, by the way.

Last thing she remembers she was out walking with her son

-and now she's...

-Iain, I've got 100 people out here

-with 100 different problems...

-She's waking up,

-having lost her babies.

-Babies?

-Yeah, twins. She was pregnant.

Looks like she's had a C-section, but...

-Well, the baby should be safe, right?

-I assume so.

You try telling her that. She won't let me treat her.

And she ain't going to go to St James's until we've found them.

-Excuse me, can you please help my gran?

-What can we do?

-Please.

Right, let's have a look.

OK, we need to close the pulmonary artery,

think about coming off bypass.

Dr Digby?

I'm sorry, it's just...

-Well, what do we do?

-We carry on.

He's right.

Duty of care is to the patient. We don't leave them, no matter what.

OK, but...

What if...?

-What if they...you know?

-It won't happen.

We carry on. We carry on whatever the situation.

We do not leave the patient.

As normal, everyone.

-Honestly, I have no idea what's going on...

-Kathy?

Could I please get everyone's attention? Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention for a moment, please?

Now, I need for everyone to remain calm.

All access to this ward has now been locked and secured.

Now, the police are on site.

We are perfectly safe.

Now, I need for everyone to not get carried away, OK?

It's on the news.

TV: The number of assailants is yet unknown,

but the police have arrived and are working to identify and locate...

Dom, you can't stop people finding out.

I need for everyone to not share any information that they don't know

is based in fact.

It is not helpful, OK?

Can I have a word, please?

We're exposed like this.

We need to reconfigure the ward somehow, OK?

So what I'm suggesting is we move all mobile patients

-down to that end of the ward, all right?

-OK.

-Right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

what I need you to do now is I need for everyone to

make their way down to this end of the ward.

Now, this is just protocol, OK?

So I don't need anyone to worry, OK? Thank you.

I'll get wheelchairs.

I'll make sure Mrs Mussert and Mrs Judge stay in their beds.

OK, thank you.

Now, if we could all start making our way down to this

end of the ward, please.

Thank you.

Now, the police are dealing with this situation so...

..they know what they're doing.

We are just going to continue as normal.

Police! SHOUTING

Get back in the corner, now!

Two suspected gunshot casualties, again, could be more...

Rosie, you've opened your stitches up.

Can you stay nice and still for me, please?

I've got the nurses sending patients home with minors

and all the electives are cancelled, the rest are split into groups

but depending on their needs, I might have to send a few your way.

Priority is to minimise risk to the public in the vicinity

of the attacker. Keep it tight. 360 awareness.

Can we find out who was working on her?

Once the perimeter's secure, I want an inner cordon set up,

nobody comes in or out.

Everybody is a suspect, repeat, everybody.

Or phone Obs and Gynae Neo-natal.

See what's happening with the twins?

Contain the building. Eyes on all aspects.

Front, rear and both sides all need cover. Locate, contain, negotiate.

-I need to get in there.

-Fletch!

Hey! Hands on your head!

Look, I'm Adrian Fletcher! Director of Nursing!

Just look at my pass.

Put your hands where we can see them, on your head!

OK. Look, I just need to get inside.

I appreciate that, but that's not how this works.

Look, there are patients that need treating

and I've got colleagues in there, right?

Look, I'm an executive director in this hospital,

I need to co-ordinate the major response for our staff!

-RADIO:

-All internal doors are security locked,

we're having to go round.

I've got a patient in there that has just given birth to twins,

all right? And she's going out of her mind

because she's separated from them and she's just found out

she can't find her other kid.

Look, there's going to be lots of people separated and anxious.

That's why it's imperative we get this over as quickly as possible,

with as little harm done.

Look, I know it's difficult, but this lot need you to do your job.

Let us do ours.

Keep to your own LOEs.

I want to know each area is clear and safe.

-Armed police! Show me your hands!

-I'm a doctor here!

-Drop the bags!

-These are fluids.

-I need them for a patient who's haemorrhaging!

-Drop the bags!

Put your hands on your head. You need to lock your fingers.

I'm a doctor here! I've left my ID at home.

Walk towards the wall slowly! Slowly!

-Stop!

-Look...

..I think I know the man you're looking for.

His name is Jeremy Warren.

-He's got some crazy mixed-up idea that...

-Mr Griffin!

No, he's a doctor here. He's one of us!

I saw him.

I saw him.

This is not working.

We need equipment.

-Essie, can you get Mr Hanssen, please?

-I can't let go.

We wait for the patch. Mr Levy, this can work.

-Please! Enough!

-This could save her life.

-Theatre is what will save her life!

-Sacha, just hear him out.

A haemostatic gel sponge matrix.

Once exposed to blood it can swell to become a patch.

It's never been used on humans before but

-we can place it on the vessel and...

-It is science fiction!

Right, we need to find another way.

She's so pale.

PHONE RINGS

-Yes?

-Essie, please, listen to me...

There's nothing else we can do.

Thank you.

Yes, it's Henrik Hanssen, yep.

Yes, I ordered the major incident procedure and the lockdown, but...

I don't care about their cordon, if they've made the area secure,

then it is safe enough to give access to the basement.

No, look, just get the equipment that we need down here.

We have a surgeon bleeding out, all right?

Several of the staff have identified him.

-TV:

-Meanwhile, authorities have narrowed it down to a lone gunman

and are systematically searching the hospital floor by floor.

-Here at the scene, the tension is palpable...

-Dominic.

..as patients and members of the public

-wait for further instructions. Behind me...

-Dom.

..you can probably see, police continue to lead people to safety,

but the problem, of course, is that it's a huge hospital...

Someone's posted a picture.

..so going from ward to ward to clear each area can take time.

Sgt Jonathan Taylor is leading the operation of this team.

Set up a safe spot inside on the ground floor that is cleared

and contained.

Not on the wards - too many access areas.

Have a team up top working their way down.

We think he's using a pass.

I've got a picture in front of me of the suspected subject -

white male, approximately 6'2",

wearing a black jacket, jacket hood possibly up.

Repeat, black jacket. He's using a security pass.

Show me the picture.

Look, if he's using the pass, then I need to know who it is.

Show me the picture.

-It can't be.

-Any information you have, any reason,

any insight into his mind-set, no matter how small.

-RADIO:

-Reports coming in that he has specific targets.

He's been ignoring patients and civilians.

-Suspect he's targeting hospital staff.

-Mr Fletcher...

..is there anyone you can think that might be a specific target?

Cut.

OK, that's closed the pulmonary artery.

-Do we need to repeat the heparin dose?

-Maybe.

We need to check the ACT.

And let's start ventilating, please, need to come off bypass now.

-There's just not enough pressure.

-Mean pressure's below 50.

BANGING

We carry on.

Er...

Noradrenaline, please. Quickly.

CHATTERING

What's the latest? I need to get her in there,

-sats are down, she's sweating.

-Right, OK.

They're setting up a safe area inside,

but until they know where he is, no-one's going in or out.

Group one are fine, group two are going home, but as for group three,

I need to get some of them inside

-because they need fluids and bloods taken.

-OK.

What?

They think they know who it is and, erm...

And he's targeting staff.

-Targeting staff?

-Yeah.

Who is it?

Why would he do this?

What have any of us done to him to make him do something like this?

Essie...

Why Jac?

If Jac's a target, then anybody can be a target.

What interaction did they ever have anyway?

-Why would he want to hurt her?

-Essie, Essie, don't.

Now is not the time.

It's ready.

-RADIO:

-Black coat spotted on five, black coat on five.

-Room clear!

-Clear.

-Clear.

Armed police! Stand still! Put your hands on your head!

You just need to stay calm, OK? The patients need you.

Mr Reeve needs an emergency laparotomy, Mrs Wilks...

Mrs Wilks has an elective gall bladder, I know!

-You're the only doctor in charge.

-You heard the vans

and you heard the screams and don't pretend you didn't.

-It's the police!

-And how do you know that?

Dom, you're making leaps in your head. No-one has said anything.

-It said so on the news!

-No! The internet. No-one knows anything, OK?

It's paranoia. What does he have against you anyway? Nothing.

Everything! Lofty, you have no idea about this situation at all.

Listen, everything is going to be absolute fine.

It's not going to be fine!

You're not the one that he had a problem with, OK?

Right, we need to get all the lights turned off in here.

We need to make it look like it's deserted

-and we need to get everyone into theatre.

-Dom, you're scaring people.

Lofty, I'm putting people at risk.

OK, erm, can you please get Mr Reeve stronger antibiotics

and make sure he's on IV fluids to keep him stable?

Once you've done that, will you please help me

get everyone into theatre?

-Of course.

-Thank you.

Face down on the floor! Face down to the floor!

Hands behind your back.

This is Bronze One, I have movement on the third floor.

All units to three.

-That's Keller.

-RADIO:

-This one is clean. Wrong man.

Repeat, wrong man. Subject still on the move.

Fluids are set. Give her an infusion of omeprazole and regular obs.

Nurse Jackson?

Yeah, erm, regular obs.

Sorry, it's... We can't locate his mother.

Neo-natal unit, maternity. None of them are picking up.

These are extreme circumstances

and what you're doing is nothing short of heroic.

I better call Mia, let her know that I'm OK.

It's just hard to concentrate when he's still out there.

I don't understand why they can't find him.

I'm going to call Mia.

-It's gone quiet.

-Dr Digby, there's no point thinking like that.

Focus on the task.

We need to increase the mean pressure before we can take him...

SHE SCREAMS

He knows the code.

DOOR BUZZES OPEN

We have a patient here coming off bypass.

-Look at me.

-Please, just put that down.

-Hey, hey, don't point that at her.

-Oliver, stop!

GUNSHOT No!

Shots fired. He's on the sixth floor.

-Repeat, sixth floor.

-That's Darwin.

Has he shot someone? Was that you lot or has he shot someone?!

This is Bronze One. All units to Floor Six.

Where did he...?

SHE WHIMPERS

Hold this here. Hold it!

We can save him, OK? We can do this.

YOU can do this. Keep the pressure on!

Fetch a trolley from next door.

His head....it's his head...

We need to get him on bypass or he's going to die. Henrik...

Get up. You have to stop him.

We have to stop him! Find the police.

Find him and get them to stop him before there are any more!

Go!

No... It's OK! We need him in here. He's Director of Nursing.

We need him in here.

Fletch?

He's actually shot somebody on Darwin.

He's shooting staff.

He's targeting them and now Jac's not answering her phone.

Jac Naylor will be holding it together, like she always does.

-Yeah, well, I'm going up.

-Fletch? Fletch, come on.

They're not going to let you in. Just...have faith.

PHONE RINGS

Mikey? I'm fine.

-You've got to get out of here. You can't be seen.

-I'm not going anywhere.

Please, we have got it under control here.

This is a safe zone now, so you cannot get caught.

Hey!

Hey! Hey, you found Mummy, clever!

That's your superpowers, that is.

Come on.

I'm going to try and close him up, give me two chest drains.

-Dr Digby, OK? Keep the pressure on the swabs.

-It's not stopping.

He's on maximum inotropes, why are his pressures so low?

Check his pupils, please.

Dilated.

I could suck through the carotid and see if there's any thrombus.

Heart rate's dropping. He's having a seizure.

Uh... Please, wh-what do I do?

I think it's coming from inside the head!

-I'm going to insert a cannula into the carotid and aspirate.

-Roxanna!

Can you hold his head, please?

Let me check his pupils.

Right. He's having a cerebral haemorrhage.

It must be from the heparin.

There is nothing we can do, all right?

We just have to wait and watch.

He needs a CT scan.

-But, Ollie, he needs a neurosurgeon now!

-I need to try.

-I could reverse the heparin with protamine.

-Look at him!

He will die if we don't stop the bleed.

It's coming from inside the head.

Close him.

Right.

When I say, release your hand and I'll apply the patch. Now!

-PHONE RINGS

-Sacha, move your hand.

Let him apply the patch.

-I can't let you do that.

-Mr Levy, she doesn't have any more time.

-I can't.

-Sacha, please.

-We have a tiny window, it's about to pass.

She can't afford to lose any more blood.

I know, but there's no material to sew it on with.

If we apply enough pressure, we can do it without.

-But you said this hasn't been tested properly.

-We have no other option.

-This...

-Untested on humans, Professor!

-PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

-We have her lying on a table

in a non-sterile environment like a piece of meat!

Anaesthetising her with chloroform,

tampons to stem the bleeding,

-breathing apparatus from a teaching aid?

-Just try it!

-No! No. It's a risk too far.

-This woman is about to die.

This woman is my friend!

Now... We keep packing it and we wait.

We wait for Hanssen. Hanssen will bring equipment,

he said he'd bring equipment. He'll be here soon, and we save her.

Mr Levy... Mr Levy. Mr Hanssen isn't coming back.

I've given Mr Bange benzodiazepine,

but wouldn't... Shh, shh, shh.

CLANKING

Can you hear that?

CREAKING AND CLANGING

I must have left the TV on.

No. No, it's not that.

GUNSHOT

LOUD BANGING ON DOORS

LOUD CLATTERING

SILENCE

Just stay calm, everyone, OK? It's going to be fine.

Just keep still, all right?

HE BREATHES HARD

Please, no. No...

HANSSEN: Fredrik!

This has to stop now.

OK, after three. Trust me.

Don't think of anything else, just Jac.

Nurse Harrison?

One, two, three.

Pulse is fading.

It's not working.

It's holding.

Pulse is coming back up.

Hey.

Looks like we're going to get you out of here.

Now we just need the lifts to come back on.

Yeah. Soon as they catch him.

PHONE RINGS

It's over there.

It's Fletch.

Hi, Fletch, it's Essie.

Will it hold?

It's just us. All right?

What have you done, Fredrik?

Hmm?

Weapons down.

Fredrik?

My name is Sergeant Taylor.

We have to be here, OK?

Just so I can hear you. Nothing else.

Nobody will move, nobody is a threat to you.

We want to hear you so we can communicate.

Find a way to resolve this.

Just want to listen.

So...

..a lot of people are hurt, Fredrik.

I know.

So, let's just keep this between us now, all right?

-Whatever you want.

-No.

I don't want anything from you.

Not any more.

-Let me come to you...

-You stay there.

You tell them to do the same.

Right, you heard him.

No-one is going to do anything... if you put the gun down.

SHOUTING: Put it down!

Thank you.

Now, Fredrik, don't raise the gun.

If you raise the gun, they will...

Just put the gun down, please.

I decide how this ends.

OK...

ME!

OK.

I know.

Anterior cerebral artery has been injured. Clip, please.

Bullet has macerated the frontal lobe,

it's completely fragmented inside the skull.

MACHINE BEEPS He's fibrillating.

Ms MacMillan, he's fibrillating.

OK, um...

I need, um, paddles please.

20 joule shock.

Thank you. PADDLES CHARGE UP

PADDLES SHOCK

Again.

It's not working. I'm going to have to go in.

Massaging the heart.

Come on, David. Come on.

Come on.

He's operating alone and he's targeting staff.

He's barricaded himself into Keller.

Dominic is up there, Lofty and Mr Hanssen.

Oliver's been shot in the head and they don't know.

-There could be more.

-Hey, hey. He'll be safe.

-He's not answering his phone...

-Listen to me, Essie.

-He'll be fine, OK?

-That's exactly what he said. Exactly...

Listen to me. Listen to me. They're not going to let anyone in or out

until Fredrik's arrested. We have to stay here.

-BANGING

-Mr Levy, take over. Mr Levy!

RAPID FOOTSTEPS Armed police! Hands on your head!

-Put your hands on your head!

-Please... Calm, calm.

Please, it's important.

I'm Professor Gaskell, I'm with Mr Levy and Nurse Harrison.

On the table in this room,

there's a very important cardiothoracic surgeon,

she's been shot in the back.

We have managed to stabilise her,

using an experimental patch

but we need to get more equipment to treat her properly. And fast.

This is Nurse Harrison.

You need to let her through so she can find the bits we need.

She doesn't have a lot of time. Nurse Harrison?

Collect everything we discussed, take Jac's phone

and call us when you know you have it.

Yes. Call us when you have it.

Reports suggest that the police are gaining ground on...

ON TV: ..the once disgraced surgeon, son of CEO Henrik Hanssen,

and it is reported that they will soon make contact with...

Mud sticks.

I don't know. You came back from that. You co...

It's the first time I've been called a surgeon.

Right. Put the gun down.

This has to end now, my boy.

That's what I'm here to do.

No, please! Go back!

You couldn't let me have this one moment!

Fredrik, please, I never meant...

Mr Copeland, get out of here now!

This family of yours, I'm not part of that.

And I accept it. But you aren't either.

HE COCKS GUN

It's all fake. Built on sand.

-Fredrik, good lad, don't do this.

-You're not happy. You don't cope.

-Neither of us do.

-Fredrik, put the gun down, you're not yourself.

-That's the problem, I am myself.

-Fredrik...

-And you're yourself.

-Fredrik! NO!

-Well, that's the problem.

-I'm here to end it!

-FREDRIK!

GUNSHOT

-TV:

-Witnesses report hearing gunfire from inside the building.

We will update you with any information

as it is coming in to us.

Get away from him! Fredrik!

Emergency search complete.

-Get a theatre ready.

-Threat neutralised.

-Get away from me!

Sir, listen to me. You should prepare for the worst.

-No, he's alive!

-It's gone straight into his chest.

Right. Get the monitor ready.

We need O negative. Activate major haemorrhage protocol.

-I'll get...

-Get him up! He needs theatre.

There are people in there.

Well, get them out then! Get his chest open.

-I have to open his chest. Get his chest open.

-OK.

-Let's just not move him. Wait for the trolley, OK?

-All right.

Coming through!

OK, you, you and you. Get him on that trolley.

No output.

Um... I could try a decompressive craniectomy,

release the pressure maybe.

Yeah? Yeah.

-Dr Digby, there's no output.

-I want to try!

-Morven...

-No, I can do this. I know I can. Come on.

-TV:

-Reports that the assailant has been hit

are currently unsubstantiated.

-Although hostage communications were...

-Ric, please.

It's over now. Don't make this any worse than it is.

You stay strong.

You did what you could. You did it well.

-That's Rosie.

-You know her?

Raf's patient. She was our patient.

She's separated from her kids. She's just given birth, twins.

-She doesn't know.

-Doesn't know what?

She had triplets. Superfoetation.

-Eh?

-She was pregnant while she got pregnant.

It's a miracle.

Raf saved them all.

Why is she here? Raf was supposed to be with her.

They thought she was shot. But...

-But what?

-It was shrapnel.

It was just shrapnel.

-Coming through!

-So, if we can get him open? I need diathermy.

Would you get some surgicel, please?

-We need to open him up and isolate the bleeding.

-Mr Hanssen...

So, get the lift back on please.

Get the lift back on!

There's a cell-saver on Darwin. So if we can get the lift on...

Hmm?

HE STARTS TO SOB

He's gone.

Time of death, 15:58.

SHE CRIES

-ROXANNA:

-You're at peace now.

You're at peace.

They put the lifts back on.

So we can take her to ITU.

Oliver Valentine.

He's alive, but...

..his frontal lobes...

And David, he...

His heart, he...

-He didn't make it.

-And Fredrik?

He's dead.

-Yes!

-You have a new message.

-RAF:

-Essie. It's me.

I'm calling... I'm calling to tell you that

I'm not going to get out of here.

Even if they find me.

I was hit in the jugular. I've not got very long.

-You were right.

-HE CHUCKLES

You've always got to be right, haven't you?

I'm trying to work out why I'm not scared. I should be.

But I'm not scared, because of what you've given me.

I need... I need you to know how much you gave to me.

How much you helped me.

How much you helped me be the real me

by always showing me the real you.

Because you are the kindest,

the most honest...

..and the toughest person I know.

-Raf!

-I need you to stay strong, OK? Stay strong for the others.

For Fletch and the kids.

But know that I'm not alone right now.

Because all I can see...

All I can see is your face.

That beautiful face.

That smile that tells me I'm wrong again...

..those eyes...those eyes...

SHE DROPS PHONE

I don't know what happened.

I don't know who or why...

-HE LAUGHS

-It doesn't matter anyway.

What have you done?

-RAF:

-But make sure, make sure that you react...

..not with anger.

But with love.

You taught me that.

Love always wins.

-TEARFULLY:

-Goodbye, my love.

Goodbye, my love.

OK, Mr Hanssen has asked that we respect his decision

to remain silent on the matter for now.

Mr Valentine and Ms Naylor are stable, we remain open.

Night shift are due any minute.

Even more have volunteered to cover any of us

that might want to go home.

Sure there will be numbers to ring,

people to speak to if anyone needs.

Mr Di Lucca and David will be taken to the morgue, to await the coroner.

One of us really should speak to the press.

Ideally someone they respect, someone that represents us.

Do you feel up to it?

Yeah. Sure.

Just if you need it.

Thank you.

ALL SHOUT QUESTIONS Mr Levy, will the hospital close?

-Can you tell us about Mr Johanssen?

-Who has been killed?

ALL SHOUT AT ONCE

What just happened is not something anyone thought possible.

Fredrik, without a C...

It isn't something anyone could have predicted or done anything about.

..S-S-E-N.

And yet I've never been prouder of a group of ordinary people...

Can you tell us in your own words what happened?

..who in extreme circumstances...

..proved themselves to be extraordinary.

REPORTERS SHOUT

VOICES FADE AWAY