Episode 2 Trust Me

-All these people?

-All these people.

And you're prepared to go public?

-Cath Hardacre, witness to the truth.

-Right, step away.

Shocking neglect of patients at Sheffield Alderman Hospital.

-What do you want me to do?

-Go call a doctor.

I need to be heard but I need to do it the right way.

These allegations of negligence have all been

fully investigated by the trust.

You're suspended.

You're a great nurse.

I can't believe they did that to you.

Anything you ever need from me and it's yours.

Dad, I think I'm going to be a doctor.

It's a chance for a much better life.

This is a bloody great CV. Why the hell are you here?

I was married, there were problems. I needed a change.

I want to see her. I've got a right to see her.

Always try and look after you young doctors

when you move in, right enough.

Data leaks, theft of property, drug fraud.

If you see anything suspicious, report it.

-So, who am I?

-You're Ally, but I can still call you Mummy.

Dr Sutton? Andrew Brenner. Andy.

PATIENT GROANS

So when was the last time you ran a trauma?

Hi, Cath, this is Sam Kelly from The Sheffield Express.

I hope this is the right number. I need to speak to you urgently.

Sam Kelly, Sheffield Express.

-Hey, this is Cath, Cath Hardacre.

-Hey, Cath.

-I don't want to talk to you. Don't call me again.

-Cath, hold...

-Hi.

-Hey.

I need to talk to you about a patient from last week.

Not here.

OK.

So, what's the problem?

SHE MOANS

-You bastard.

-Sorry.

-Don't do that to me again.

-Sorry!

I thought I'd done something wrong. We can't do this again.

-Are you ashamed of me?

-It's unprofessional.

I know, that's why it's fun.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, sorry. Hey!

There is someone fascinating from Patient Flow here to talk to you.

I'll be right out.

And don't do it again.

Hey, what happened to that crash call? The IVDU?

Self discharge against medical advice.

-Did he sign a form?

-Yes.

Oh, lovely.

Brigitte, I thought we had a 12 o'clock.

Or did I get that wrong?

Right, erm, shit, five minutes?

Still waiting for your passport, I think.

You know what these HR people are like.

Yeah, sorry, I've been looking for it everywhere.

I can't seem to find it. Would a driver's licence work?

No can do. If you can't dig it out, you're going to need a new one,

-otherwise they'll stop your wages. End of the week will be fine.

-OK.

If you've finished harassing my staff, I'm all yours.

Ally, I won't be long.

One, two, three.

-What happened?

-Blindsided at a junction.

-Helmet?

-In bits.

Got him GCS 13 at the scene. Collared as a precaution.

Oh, and his name is Ed.

Ed, my name is Ally, I'm one of the doctors.

-Do you know where you are?

-I'm going to be sick.

OK, we can get you something. HE RETCHES

Oh! Log roll.

Oh, you're kidding.

Hey, got a hold of the wife. She's on her way down.

-Want me to tell her anything?

-Just that we'll know more after the scan.

Don't they teach you about aprons in medical school?

No porter?

No, off sick. I'm lowering myself.

Also, I've got three lunch orders to fill when we get over there.

Whoever put the scanner next to Costa was an evil genius.

Och, I'm actually an old hand.

Two months' work experience on the trolleys.

You worked as a porter?

Got to show commitment

when your A grades from Heriot's is not enough.

Funny thing was, I actually quite liked it.

OK.

I can't handle vomit.

Poo I'm fine with, tramp sweat, no problem, but vomit? Oof...

-You any air freshener in that bag?

-No.

THEY CHUCKLE

Oh, fitting. Get him over.

Diazepam.

-Erm, I can't find it.

-There's got to be.

Come and hold his arm.

The line's come out. Can you get another vent on?

Ta.

-There.

-Yep.

-Yeah.

Hold it.

We got sublingual midazolam?

-Erm, no.

-OK, I'm going to need another line quick.

That was the last one.

But I need access.

I don't know what to do.

-Get his legs.

-What?

-Just do it.

-OK.

Right, it's in. Hold him.

-You didn't.

-Aye, right up his arse.

-Was that Ally's idea?

-No, my own work.

-And you did it?

-Eventually.

I can be very resourceful, you know. Good job I was there.

My hero!

She...she lost it a bit, actually, Ally, once the line went.

-Maybe she's claustrophobic.

-Maybe.

Should have heard her, though.

"Midazolam," like she was from Grey's Anatomy or something.

-Or Sheffield.

-Whatever, somewhere foreign.

Oh, you're such a racist.

-I assumed you fancied her.

-Me? No.

-Really?

Everyone else does.

I don't know, they come up here, they take our men...

No, she's not really my type.

I prefer a bit more attitude.

DOOR OPENS

-MAN CRIES OUT

-Oh!

SHE WHIMPERS

TOILET FLUSHES

SHE BREATHES DEEPLY

TV ON IN BACKGROUND

If you're going to Sheffield,

you could easily leave the wee one with me.

-Thanks, but it's been a while. I owe him that much.

-Do you?

Karl is her dad.

Maybe he should have thought about that before he upped

and left you with a bairn to raise.

The offer's there.

You can talk to me, you know, whatever it is.

Unshockable, that's me.

You see what goes on in that Take A Break,

nothing will surprise you.

Kidnap, incest, or both.

I'm OK, I'm just tired.

It doesnae pay to bottle things up...

..not in your line of work.

A problem shared...

Can you keep a secret?

I mean, really.

I'm not a real doctor.

What?!

Oh, because you're a woman?

Because you've got a bairn and responsibilities?

You are every bit as good as any of they stuck-up bastards.

You mark my words.

Now, I don't want to hear another word of that crap, OK?

-OK.

-Glad we've got that straight.

Now, I thought you were supposed to be going out with that man of yours.

I'm just going to ring him, do it another night.

Get some slap on, put a smile on your face and get out there.

Do you want him to hook up with some young nurse

while you're stuck here gabbing to an old woman?

-No.

-Well, get a wiggle on and get out of here.

MUSIC BLARES

-Hey, I thought I was being stood up.

-Sorry, you know how it is.

True, sadly.

Mm.

Don't worry, we're in the clear.

Also, no-one who works for the NHS could possibly afford this place.

12 quid for a bloody artisan tequila!

-You chose it!

-I was trying to impress you.

It's not working.

So, what kept you?

The extradural decided to puke on me

and then threw a grand mal in the lift.

Oh, I am getting a tiny whiff of vomit.

-Although, the Chanel's doing its best.

-I've showered.

The puke will always find a way - it's a cross we all have to bear.

So, I'm guessing you need a drink.

-I'll have an artisan tequila, please.

-Mm-hm.

-Double...

-Right.

-..24 quid.

-Very funny.

Sheffield... I could always come with you.

That's above and beyond. Thank you, but he's my dad.

Your mum OK?

My mum died when I was eight and ever since then,

-it's just been me and him.

-See, I didn't know that.

-Because I never told you.

-Exactly.

One artisan tequila and most women will tell you their life story.

-Most women?

-Mm.

What I mean is, I'm here if you need me.

-Thanks, I'll let you know.

-Ouch!

I'm just trying to do the dutiful boyfriend thing here.

Sorry, I thought we were just having sex.

Oh, shit. Too soon?

So, what is this? Friends with benefits?

I'm not sure I'd count you as a friend just yet.

Fair enough.

I suppose I've never officially asked you out.

And how do you get asked out officially?

-Well, when we were in school, we used to just write a wee note.

-Aww!

"Will you go out with me? Yes or no."

And there was, like, a little box that you could tick. Hold on.

Wow, sounds sensible. And if it's in writing, you can't back out.

Exactly.

Here we go.

-Box for yes, box for no.

-OK.

You'd think we'd have enough referendums.

Referenda?

No?

You cow!

SHE LAUGHS

All right, if I've just been dumped,

I'm going to need to drown my sorrows.

Hey, buddy, hello.

If someone here gave out your details, I can only apologise.

All personal information should be completely confidential.

-I've changed my number.

-Of course.

I'll speak to the member of staff concerned myself.

-I'd like to see my dad.

-Actually, he's with the doctor.

Oh.

-Sorry.

-It's OK.

ARTHUR COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

Hi, Dad.

Are you the doctor?

Yeah, I am.

Let's have a listen.

Can you take a deep breath for me, please?

HE WHEEZES

HE COUGHS

And another.

HE COUGHS DEEPLY

Cathy.

Yeah.

You always were a good girl.

-Have you come to take me home?

-You are home.

I'm sorry about all this.

It's not fair.

-It's OK.

-Where's Jessie?

Mum died.

A long time ago now. Do you remember?

You work so hard to look after us.

-I'm so proud of you, Cath.

-Oh, Dad.

HE COUGHS

DOOR OPENS

Er, sorry, erm, I worked in respiratory - asthma nurse.

You pick things up.

We get a lot of internet experts these days.

I think this is an infection.

I'm going to prescribe some antibiotics.

He should be better in a day or two.

-Hey, munchkin!

-Daddy!

Mwah!

-You good?

-Yeah.

So, it's zero hours, but there's opportunity,

you know, as long as I can prove I'm reliable.

Right.

I know I've screwed things up in the past but it is different this time.

I miss her.

And you.

Looks good. Suits you.

Thanks. I just fancied a change.

Erm...

Molly dropped my phone in the loo, so I've got a new number.

Thanks.

Remember when we used to come here? Her in the pushchair.

Only way she'd sleep.

Took it in turns to go round and round.

Better than the gym.

I'm glad you're doing better. Really.

They've got a depot up there.

Edinburgh.

One step at a time.

They need to know you're reliable.

You're there a couple of months and go asking for a transfer?

-Yeah, I guess so.

-You know, we're fine coming down.

You know, I need to see me dad anyway.

We need to get going.

Sure.

Kiss for Daddy.

Come here.

When are you coming?

Soon, I hope.

Soon.

So these falls...

I don't need more help.

Well, I could call social services, get them to send someone round.

Maybe you could get more help in the morning.

What, more people poking?

That's my problem - people sticking their noses in.

That's me.

I like nothing more than to stick my nose into other people's business.

No thanks. Patch me up, move me on.

Why do you think I come here?

Well, it's not for the tea.

I like you a lot. Fix it and forget it.

Then I can get on with my life.

-Done?

-Yeah, you're free to go.

-Thank you.

You do know the nurses'll do your dressings for you if you ask nicely?

Ah, I don't mind.

Gives me time to talk to them.

That is the weirdest thing any doctor has ever said to me.

Don't you like patients?

They're fine.

Couldn't eat a whole one.

You should try it. They don't bite.

Well, obviously some of them do try and bite you.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

Do you think doctors and nurses should go out with each other?

As a matter of principle.

Has been known.

Yeah, but is it fundamentally wrong, against nature?

You're asking me if intelligent, well-rounded,

dedicated professionals should lower themselves to date doctors?

Exactly.

Just ask her.

-Is it that obvious?

-It is now.

Ask her. No lines, no jokes, just be yourself.

And ask her. Go.

Look, I'll... I'll think about it.

Seriously, why make it complicated? It should be easy.

I know it should be, but...

Swollen testicles again. Why is it testicle day?

Well, at least they've got balls.

Oh, ouch.

It's just the butterfly that's stuck.

Are you jabbing me with that?

If you want me to get it out.

Jeez.

Have you got a minute?

Yeah.

I'll be one second.

I'm sorry. I know you need it, I just keep forgetting.

-You know how it is.

-This is a waste of valuable time.

We all know how hard you guys are working,

but if you get it to me, then I can get off your back.

OK, message delivered. I'm sure we've all got better things to do.

Sure.

How was last night?

Oh, lovely.

We had no patients, we drank tea, we talked about our hopes and dreams.

You know, at one point Karen played the violin

and we all danced like gypsies.

Or I could be lying. Ooh, hang on. Just one minute.

I've got something for you.

Not in front of the nurses.

OK, do you know how long I have worked here, hm?

Not as much as a bloody card, and you've been here, what?

Four months, and you get a box of chocolates.

Who's it from?

-Just a patient.

-Ah, good.

I can't stand the coffee ones.

That one. Thank you.

So when were you planning on telling me?

Telling you what?

About you...

..and Dr Perfect.

Of course, you should have checked with me first.

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

No matter how little I know about medicine,

I can spot the signs of a workplace shagging at 50 paces.

Is it serious?

I'll take that as a yes.

Oh-ho-ho! Well, don't worry. I approve.

He's one of the good ones.

And he deserves better than that stuck-up cow Sarah.

Just don't tell anyone.

Not yet at least.

I knew it!

It's early days, but...

Don't worry. Your secret, unlike your chocolates, is safe.

But seriously, I think it's great. Really.

OK, well, I have extracted the chosen few.

And the rest is suitable for general consumption.

Thank you.

Oh, next weekend, the Glasgow CEM conference?

Well, as long as you can tear yourself off from lover boy.

I think I'm on next weekend.

No, um, I decided your continued professional development took

priority. Mohammed's on instead.

Doesn't he mind?

Well, when it's this or your old job in Syria, you tend to be flexible.

Still, I don't know if I can.

Well, when's your appraisal due?

-I dunno, but...

-Right, you know what they're like.

Evidence of continuing professional development.

I can't sign you off until you attend.

-Sorry, it's just with childcare and everything.

-Mm-hm.

And do you want Alex on your back about your appraisal as well

as your passport?

I get it. It's just really tricky.

Look, if it's me, just say.

I can take it. I'm a big girl.

I know I can be full on.

I just thought it'd be fun.

-It's not that. Really, I'd love to go. It's just...

-Good!

It's settled then.

And I refuse to spend a dull night in Glasgow being

lectured about exit block.

You're now my official wing woman.

Cath!

Cath!

You're a tough woman to find.

I don't want to talk to you.

The thing is, I've got a proposal. Bit of cash in it too.

Twisted the editor's arm.

But we want to widen things out.

Healthcare in Sheffield, the big scandal.

-Sorry.

-No, hold on.

-Ten minutes of your time, that's all.

-No, I'm working.

I came all this way. Please.

OK.

I checked all the usual places. There's nothing.

-It's like you just vanished.

-That's none of your business.

Look, you came to me with this. Your story.

When Karl mentioned you wanted to talk to someone,

I was, you know, whatever, worth a look.

But it got to me. You got to me.

Look, the government keep on with all this "our NHS" bullshit,

but you dig a bit, and it's falling to pieces.

Patients suffering, good people getting shafted.

Exactly what you told me.

My boss wants me to follow this up.

Look, I want people to know and I thought you did too.

You still see him? Karl?

Now and again. Five-a-side, that's it.

I just wanted what was best for my daughter.

The situation wasn't ideal.

-OK.

-He'd let her down.

Not just once or twice, but time and time and time again.

She'd wait, get excited, and then he'd just not turn up,

or give some shit excuse.

I thought some distance was what we needed.

So how's that working?

We go down there, it's easier.

And then there's the money thing. I'm earning and he's not.

Look, I get it. Still, I don't see why that means you can't help me.

I just don't want to get involved, that's all.

I want this to be a fresh start for both of us.

Karl has no idea where you are, does he?

Why are you hiding from him?

It got...

Did he hit you, or her?

Bastard.

I need this whole thing to be a new start for us.

-I don't care about me. I care about my daughter.

-Shit, look, it's OK.

I get it, I'm sorry. I should never have come here.

I can make this work without you.

I don't know how, but I'll sort something.

You won't hear from me again.

I trust my staff 100%.

There must be a mistake.

Everything OK?

Yeah.

That looked a bit intense outside.

I thought I was going to have to jump in.

-Friend of yours?

-Oh, it's nothing. It's fine.

It's just an estate agent.

Couldn't get hold of me

and wanted to talk about some property on the market.

About time you went up in the world.

Buying or renting?

I'm not sure.

You know, I love to see my valued colleagues putting down roots.

And making friends. So where are you looking? Somewhere nice?

Hm, not on what we pay her.

Well, a few nightshifts and Edinburgh's your oyster.

I'm just looking, that's all. See what's out there.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Cardiac arrest in five.

I'll take it.

-DOOR SLAMS

-Unknown male, IVDU,

with pinpoint pupils, in respiratory arrest.

Scoop and run from Gould Street.

-Early 50s.

-How long's he been down?

Medically, about ten minutes.

Emotionally, I'd say 30 years minimum.

And...

Stop CPR.

OK, so he's got a pulse. Hold CPR. Keep bagging him.

Someone check a BP.

-Access?

-Sorry. Well, your man didn't exactly make it easy for us.

His veins have collapsed.

There's no way in.

I can do it.

He's completely shut down.

Pink, please.

Get some naloxone ready. IM and IV.

I'd pay to see this.

Right, where are you?

Where are you?

OK, naloxone?

In.

Give him an IM before he wakes up.

Way ahead of you.

-How did you do that?

-Ah, practice.

-And a little light sadism.

-Ah, you've better eyes than me.

HE GASPS

Security!

-I'll get him.

-Get off!

Bitch!

Whoa!

-One, two, three...

-Go!

-Ah!

-Ah! Ah!

ALLY LAUGHS

-Seriously, eh? Be careful.

-It's an educational conference, not Magaluf.

I don't even want to go.

I don't blame you. I've heard a lot of hair gets let down.

So come with me.

Or, better still, you go with Bridge and get me out of it.

I can't. I've got a mate coming up from Leeds.

Mike Watkins?

No, don't think I know him.

I went to school with him but he moved to Leeds.

Must've been in your day, no?

Maybe, don't ring a bell, though.

Knowing Mike, I would've expected him

to have hit on you at least once.

What can I say? So many men.

So little time.

Anyway, I know better than to crash a girls' night out.

Brigitte said you'd be jealous.

-She knows about us?

-She guessed and I told her to keep it to herself.

Which means we may as well hire one of those biplanes

and stream it from a bloody banner.

-You know what, maybe it's not a problem.

-It's fine, I trust her.

Hmm.

So you used to play down here?

Every day.

Me and Craig Johnstone built a machine-gun nest right there.

Took out a lot of Nazis.

Well, this is my home.

Look around you. Why would I give this up?

-Simple.

-I think so.

Sarah talked about moving, I just never really saw the point.

Did you talk to your solicitor again?

For all the good it did.

Honestly, it's...

It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

It's like we're both paying lawyers to make us miserable.

Now she's fighting for access at weekends.

I have to be flexible because of work

and she's using that against me. I'm basically...

I'm basically shot from both sides.

Ellie's hurt herself!

Oh, quick, trauma call!

I need some help here. Call Dr Mummy for me.

-Look, Mummy.

-SHE GASPS

What's happened?

Significant head injury. Unresponsive.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

Oh, sounds like she needs a cuddle!

Roger that. Call the cuddle team.

Cuddle, cuddle.

-Aw!

-Hey-hey!

-All better.

-There we go.

Pop her in.

You know...

you don't actually need to buy somewhere.

I've got a flat. It's practically empty.

You don't know me.

Look, I'm not asking for your hand in marriage here.

We could just see how it goes.

Why, cos it's convenient?

Sex on tap? You'd cut down on your travel time.

OK, now I'm just confused. It was a serious offer.

-If you don't want to...

-I just think it's too soon.

That's anecdotal.

Conventional wisdom that's never been tested.

There is not optimal relationship time before commencing cohabitation.

-Don't do this.

-What?

Push me into a corner. It's not fair.

OK. Fine.

Too soon. I retract the offer.

As we were, OK?

OK.

-Mummy!

-Coming.

You be a good girl. Mwah!

OK?

Don't say it. We'll be fine.

You deserve it.

Thank you. I mean, it's mostly lectures.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Yeah.

MUSIC: Lies by Healyum

-Hey.

-Hi.

Hey. PHONE VIBRATES

Oh. Sorry.

-Hello?

-Yeah, I can do it.

£800.

OK, thanks. Bye.

-Everything OK?

-Yeah, just my ex.

Just something we need to sort.

OK, well, let the education commence.

What is it we're going to go and see?

What are we going to see first? Let's see, AF.

What do you want me to do?

Go call a doctor.

Have you seen Ally?

In Glasgow on some kind of jolly with Brigitte.

PSYCHO THEME RINGTONE

Hi.

Sure.

Yeah, I'll call you later.

Bye.

PSYCHO THEME RINGTONE

So you're a horror fan.

Mm. The bloodier the better. Ever wonder why I work here?

-HE LAUGHS

-OK...

scariest baddie ever, on three.

One, two...

-BOTH:

-Freddy Krueger.

I was, like, ten and my brother had the DVD. Shat my pants.

Didn't sleep for, like, a week afterwards, man.

Not any more, right?

Oh, I sleep fine now, thanks.

Still shit my pants, though.

There's actually a screening Tuesday night near the Grassmarket,

one of those dress-up things, if you fancy it.

Mm, I think I'm working.

Och, don't worry about it.

No, I'm on days. Cool, let's do it.

OK, great.

Great.

AF is a challenge we all face every day.

But which treatment is the right one?

Girlie swot.

What? It's interesting.

It's AF.

No-one finds AF interesting,

even the people who have got it are bored.

..one-size-fits-all approach to this complex condition...

Don't worry, Dr Perfect would be proud of you.

THEY LAUGH

Do you want to get out of here?

There's too many doctors.

Drink?

Oh, yes.

-Good to see you, pal.

-You too, mate.

What you want to do? Pub or coffee?

-Are you seriously asking me?

-Coffee then, eh?

-Aye!

-Let's get a pint, man.

-Aye.

-Aye, so there's Cliff on long-term sick leave.

-Sorry.

-Mm.

Anxiety, depression.

Signed off for another six months.

-Advertise it. Backs and brains never return.

-Mm.

Got a couple of good ones, though. Do you know Alison Sutton?

Staff grade. Sheffield way.

-Mm.

-I went to uni with her.

-Yeah, she's just moved up. Needed a change of scene.

-Really?

I heard she went to New Zealand, married some farmer type.

Well, if she did, she kept that quiet.

She's smart. She's, erm...

Yeah, she works hard.

Teacher's pet.

Careful. Work and play never ends well.

-It's fine.

-Mm.

Always is - till the shit hits the fan.

Your funeral. My round, I think.

OK...

..most embarrassing shag you've ever had.

Oh, God!

OK, I will start.

Erm...he was 64.

-60?

-Yeah, he was a cardiologist from the Brompton.

And he was the double of Robert Redford.

And I was hoping for this whole Indecent Proposal vibe.

-Was he rich?

-Oh, yeah, yeah, big private practice.

Huge.

See, you can think it, but I never said it.

So, anyway, erm, we did it and...

and it was fine.

I mean, a bit Viagra-assisted but basically it was fine.

And we were lying there and...

-He said...

-Oh, God, he didn't tell you that he loved you?

Oh, no, worse.

He said that I reminded him of his daughter.

Oh! THEY LAUGH

Are you kidding?

OK, your turn.

Oh, sorry, I can't compete.

Not even close. His daughter?

OK, let's be positive, the best guy ever, the whole package.

Er...

I don't know.

-Honestly, I...

-Well, think back.

I can wait all day.

What time does this place close?

Er, OK.

His name was Grant,

he's from New Zealand, he's a farmer.

Friend of a friend.

Oh, I don't really know what to say. He was just a really lovely guy.

So what happened?

He went home.

What and you didn't go with him?

No.

Here I am.

Do you know what I think? I think that's a load of bollocks.

-Bridge.

-You know, I...

I don't mind if you don't want tell me but...

I mean, don't lie.

Why would I make it up?

I don't know, maybe you don't trust me.

I mean, I had to get that whole Andy thing out of you with...

-with thumbscrews.

-It wasn't like that, I just didn't want to jinx it.

No, I understand, some things are personal.

Actually, I needed your advice.

Andy asked me to move in with him.

Shit, what did you say?

It's too soon.

And?

Then he told me I reminded him of his daughter.

OK, for that you drink.

On me. I'm sorry about that.

Even though it was ball first.

Was it bollocks.

I thought the whole point of footie was the rehydration.

Unless that's all creme de menthe.

Erm, lime and soda.

On the wagon.

Six months. Never felt better.

Fitness is off the scale, even doing Giggsy's yoga tape.

Oh!

You should try it.

Seriously. Whole new start.

Wish I'd have done it years ago.

Well, good for you.

I've really screwed things up.

I get that now.

Never know what you've got till it's gone.

Right?

-You got any kids?

-Not that I know about.

-Changes everything.

-Right.

Look, sorry, there's somewhere I need to be.

Have we got a problem?

-I know I went in a bit hard but...

-So I hear.

Don't worry, I can take it. It's the others you want to apologise to.

MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

Once a year.

Shoot me.

You know,

I've never asked you how many.

I don't really want to talk about men.

Oh, Christ, not that.

I mean the big question.

How many have you killed?

And don't you dare say no-one.

OK, here's my list.

Last five years edited highlights.

One aortic dissection. 52.

Told him it was indigestion. He bled out on the way home.

Two ischaemic bowels.

One of them was just about

to celebrate her golden wedding anniversary.

Never learned that lesson.

And then there was that wee girl.

You don't have to tell me.

No, yes, I do.

Because I can't tell anyone else -

and neither can you.

She was four.

It was late, I...

I was tired, if that's ever an excuse and...

I'd been on all night and then back nine hours and...

the stupid thing is I knew she was sick.

Just got that feeling that you get and...

..but I heard myself telling the parents the same old lines,

you know, "Just give it a day or two, regular paracetamol."

Because I wanted to go home.

I didn't want the bother of referring her, taking bloods.

That's all.

What happened?

She came back that night.

Meningococcal sepsis.

They took both her arms to stop it but...

..she died anyway.

Good thing really, poor wee soul.

Then what happened?

Nothing.

Nothing happened at all.

You know, the parents never even made a complaint.

God knows why. You know, I think that was the worst thing.

That I got away with it scot-free.

What about you?

None.

I mean, none I can think of.

I mean, maybe, I don't even know.

Give it time.

I need another drink.

How was it?

-It was good.

-Hey, we had a great time. Learnt a lot about AF,

our favourite subject.

Apparently, we should be using beta-blockers.

Brigitte.

Got one of your regulars.

Oh, shit.

Don't worry, I wouldn't tell me either.

Oh, hey, I saw Mike Watkins.

How is he?

Yeah, he's good.

Apart from the job, obviously.

Obviously.

He doesn't remember you.

Well, then I definitely didn't sleep with him.

Ally, that X-ray's back.

OK.

RINGING TONE

-Hello.

-Hi.

Is it ready?

Hi.

DOOR OPENS

-You all right?

-Aye. Doing away, doing away.

How come you look OK in that?

I look like a serial killer in mine.

Thanks. I'll copy it and give it back, OK?

No problem.

-Rrrgh!

-Oh, my God!

Hey.

Oh, they're going to find out soon enough.

Because it makes me feel uncomfortable.

Well, if Brigitte knows, then...

Yeah, it doesn't mean we have to broadcast it.

What, so we're just going to stay secret forever,

like Romeo and Juliet?

Well, that ended well, didn't it?

I just think the fewer people that know the better.

I don't like everyone knowing my business.

-I think you are ashamed of me.

-Maybe I just want

to keep you to myself. SHE CHUCKLES

DOOR OPENS

ANDY CLEARS HIS THROAT So, did you ask her?

-What's this?

-Charlie and Karen.

-ANDY CHUCKLES

-Really?

We're going to see Nightmare On Elm Street. They're screening it.

-It's not a date.

-It sounds like a date.

It definitely sounds like a date.

-MOLLY COUGHS

-Mummy!

PHONE VIBRATES

HE SIGHS

Hello?

Sorry to bother you. This is Sharon from the Ivy Grove Care Home.

Can I speak to Ms Hardacre, please?

-Sorry?

-Is it possible to speak to Cath, please?

-Who?

-I'll take it.

Yeah, I'll come immediately. OK.

-Everything OK?

-My dad's ill.

He's on his way to hospital. The ambulance just left.

-I need to go.

-It sounded like a wrong number.

Well, she's new, got the name mixed up. I don't know.

-Come here.

-There you go.

I'll come with you.

No, no, it's fine. Can you let work know? I might need a day or two.

Sure.

ENGINE STARTS

What do you think of her - Ally?

Has there been a problem?

I just wanted to chase up the reference, a Dr Alison Sutton.

She worked for you.

I've been taking care of your father.

His lungs sound congested, when was the last time he had a chest X-ray?

Perhaps it would be best if we stepped outside.

Hey.

Did she say something to you about me?

I want to take you somewhere, just you, me and Molly.

Why are we even here?

I think we need to be honest with each other, don't you?

Talk to me.