Episode 4 Trust Me

I wanted to chase up a reference. A Dr Alison Sutton.

This programme contains some strong language and some scenes which some viewers may find disturbing.

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

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

Cath!

I know who you are.

Dr Alison Sutton left for a sheep farm in New Zealand

six months ago.

She had everything I didn't have and she was throwing it all away.

I took it.

You're a good doctor, the best we've had.

Come home with me. I want you in my life.

-I can protect you.

-OK.

Come here. You take care of yourself, pet.

We got a delivery. In Edinburgh. You've got the job.

Cath told me that she'd moved away

-because you got physical with her.

-That's not true.

Paul here is a fully-trained HCA.

All I want him to do is watch and report back to me.

-It's just you and me this evening.

-Seriously?

We will have to cope.

So, what's the problem in here?

Dental abscess, lower jaw, I was about to call max fax.

Can we have a chat?

-Anyone who doesn't need to be here, we get rid of them.

-OK.

-That's him, the toothache.

-I can't do this.

-That's four minutes.

-You try.

I sent him home.

We need to support each other.

I need you to alter this.

If there's a complaint,

they will rake over our records, our experience.

RHYTHMIC THUDDING

..seven, eight, nine, ten...

ECHOING: Can I get some help in here, please?

Cath.

Oh! Oops, oops-a-daisy.

LAUGHTER

Molly, are you after my pancakes?

Do you want pancakes, too? Go on, then. You do it yourself.

OK, third time lucky.

-Are we ready?

-Ready.

-OK.

Three, two, one. Toss!

-Oh.

-GIGGLING

That was your one. Coffee?

TV ON

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

I couldn't sleep anyway.

How was the night?

Usual. You know.

Brigitte OK?

Five minutes, sweetheart, then we need to go.

I thought you were starting at two?

Oh, paperwork, appraisal, you know how it is.

Plus I'm paying for the nursery.

I mean it, Molly! Come on.

TV OFF

I'll get your coat. You can eat that on the way.

We don't want to be late.

CHILDREN CHATTER

INDISTINCT VOICES ECHO

INAUDIBLE

-Can't believe it's so quiet.

-Shh.

We never say the Q word.

-Not unless we want the sky to fall down on our heads.

-What, "quiet"?

Shh!

Isn't that right, Ally?

Yeah, bad luck. Really, thought everyone knew that.

Hey, don't be so harsh on...

-Dawn.

-..Dawn.

-She's new. ED virgin.

-Sorry.

Ally.

This one's yours.

-Did you get some sleep?

-A little.

I've just been up there. He's still in ITU.

He's off all sedation but still no significant response yet.

Obviously there's a chance that he might wake up in a week or so.

Right. Sure.

I mean, where there's life, there's hope, right?

Is that all?

I'm sorry.

And, erm...

I wanted to thank you for supporting me and...

We need to stick together on this.

Are you asking me or telling me?

What?

Christ, I'm asking you.

As a friend, a... a colleague.

Look, no-one wanted this to happen

but I don't see the point in a postmortem. Do you?

I mean, everyone unleashes the retro-spectoscope, and nobody wins.

And that's all so easy for them when they weren't actually there.

I don't want to lie. I'm not a liar.

But it's us against them. Don't you get that?

How many mistakes are you allowed to make?

How many times can you get it wrong? I'll tell you - none.

You have to be perfect.

I'm not.

Are you?

Mr Connolly?

Mr Connolly?

James? James!

Hey.

Hey, Mr Connolly, are you OK?

Hey, are you OK? Hey!

Mr Connolly? Mr Connolly!

Get off me!

OK, he's fine.

He's a regular. I'll keep an eye on him.

All right.

ECHOING, OVERLAPPING VOICES

Hey.

Got some work for you. Epigastric pain since the early hours.

Mona.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with me.

You can say it as often as you like,

but no-one goes without the doc here giving the OK.

You should have called me. Or your GP.

What, bother the doctor over a wee bit of indigestion?

Or a heart attack. Perforated ulcer. Leaking aortic aneurysm.

Oh, speak Scottish, dear. Or English at a push.

I'm bilingual.

It could be nothing or it could be something serious.

Well, I don't think much of your bedside manner.

Are doctors no' supposed to make us feel better?

That's fine. Your heart trace looks normal, which is a good start.

Right. There you go.

So how long have you been feeling this pain? And I want the truth.

On and off for a couple of weeks.

But this morning, must have been something I ate.

OK, I'm just going to examine you.

There you go. Going to put a pressure on your stomach,

so tell me when it hurts. OK?

Does that hurt?

It's annoying.

So, can I go soon?

I'm going to order an erect chest.

We'll need access, an abdominal screen.

Amylase. Oh, and nil by mouth.

-OK.

-What, no tea?

Not until I say so.

MOBILE PHONE GAME BEEPS

Where is everybody?

It's like that ship. You know, the one where everyone disappeared?

Hmm... Titanic?

Marie Celeste. Anyway, it's really...

Don't you say it.

You know me better than that. Where's Ally?

With our only patient. Majors two.

Sorry, er, Dr Brenner?

Rob Beasley. Patient Liaison.

Ah, yeah, sure. I remember. Everything OK?

Er, you'll be aware there was a serious clinical incident

in your department last night.

Er, I am now. Is there a problem?

Possibly. I'd like to discuss it with you now

if you have a few minutes.

It, er, seems quiet enough.

Christ! It's like they all want us to die.

We never say that word. Not here.

-What, "quiet"?

-Oh!

Let's talk in my office.

The patient's partner's already been in touch with us.

She's a solicitor. Sits on the District Council.

Ah, great.

I'd usually go straight to the clinical lead,

but in the circumstances, er,

we need to get all the facts from the department's point of view.

Usually best when everything's fresh in people's minds.

-You know what medical notes are like.

-I understand.

I'm told, um, Dr Rayne

and Dr Sutton were the two clinicians involved.

Are they in today?

Well, er, I believe so.

Then shall we all swallow the frog?

Hey. I heard about last night. You OK?

-Yeah.

-What about Ally? She takes it personally, you know, all this.

It's weird.

Maybe she gives a shit.

Hey. I give a shit. We all do.

They're all our patients.

When was the last time you actually talked to one of them?

I'm here to make them better, not listen to their life stories.

She does. I've watched her.

OK, so, maybe it's the multi-tasking thing.

See, that is it right there.

I try to talk to you and you make it into a stupid joke.

It's not. None of this is.

I'm sorry. Really.

What happened last night?

He couldn't breathe.

You could see in his eyes what was going to happen, like he knew.

She cut his neck and there was blood everywhere.

Oh, do you know the worst thing?

Like, the thing that gets me...

I'm used to it.

The...death, the pain, the blood, the tears.

It's just normal.

So what does that make me?

The chest X-ray looks normal. We're just waiting on the blood results.

Is the pain still there?

Better. As I said, something I ate.

How's the wee one?

Fine. Good. She misses you.

You weren't like those others. I wanted to keep you all to myself.

To those other doctors, I was just another nosey old woman.

Most people spy a lonely soul and they can't get away fast enough.

But not you.

Maybe I was lonely too.

Och, well, I'm no' blind, I could see that.

Can't hide something like that.

But all you needed was a wee bit of first aid. Easily fixed.

For people like me, it's more of a long-term affliction.

So talk to me. Before it's too late.

WHISPERS: I took something that didn't belong to me.

What? What did you take?

Sorry, Ally.

Hi. You OK?

Fine. We were just talking.

Have you got a minute?

Yeah.

Why the hell didn't you tell me?

If I'm going to protect you, if we're going to have any chance

-of doing this, you can't keep stuff like this from me.

-I'm not stupid.

It's not about that. I've got Rob Beasley down here.

He wants to talk to you and Brigitte.

How's the patient?

He's in the unit. I went up to see him this morning.

And?

Presumed hypoxic brain injury.

He's off sedation but still unresponsive.

-It was my fault.

-Oh, don't give me that, all right?

He was sick, you were in the firing line, you tried your best.

And Brigitte was there. She's a senior,

she should have been able to cope.

She sent him home...

five hours before.

Told him he was wasting our time and needed to see a dentist.

-You're joking?

-No.

-Oh, shit.

I wanted to call max fax, but she said no.

Wait a minute. So she overruled you?

-Yeah.

-Right.

Then that's what you tell them - the truth.

You wanted to admit him, and Brigitte said no.

If they start to investigate you, it puts us both at risk.

-What, so Brigitte takes the blame?

-Yeah.

She was in charge. It'll all be on her. They'll just take your...

They'll just take your statement and move on.

You can't get mixed up in this.

Which means that Brigitte needs to take the fall.

There's something else.

HE SIGHS

Brigitte's water bottle - you know the one she always carries?

Uh-huh.

It's not water.

She was drinking?

Here? At work?

I smelt it on her last night...

..after it happened.

There's a vodka bottle in her desk.

HE EXHALES

Then it'll be a mercy killing.

-Dale's okay with it?

-His suggestion.

-I'm thinking about moving up there full-time.

-Right.

Maybe he's trying to get shot of you.

Hey, you're looking at a model employee here, mate.

So...think you've got a chance?

This is about Molly. That's all.

Yeah, right. And I've heard the way you talk about her.

OK, well, maybe it's crossed my mind,

but I've got to prove it, yeah?

I've screwed up too many times.

She's given me enough chances.

My turn now.

Shame it's a white van, not a white horse, though.

Address is programmed in already.

Voice is stuck on John Cleese.

Sorry.

Thank you for taking the time to speak to me.

I know none of us want to be here.

Obviously, I've read the medical notes.

I understand Mr Gerrard presented first in minors?

That's correct.

Where he was seen by Dr Sutton.

I presume dental abscess?

He had a toothache, he wanted some antibiotics.

He had no other concerns?

No.

You didn't consider specialist referral?

No.

There didn't seem to be any need. Obviously, I regret that now.

Did you discuss that decision not to refer with your senior colleague?

No, I didn't.

I sent him home. It was my call.

And my understanding from the maxillofacial consultant who has

taken over Mr Gerrard's care is that submandibular extension

of the abscess directly led to his airway obstruction.

There were no signs of that at your first consultation?

Not that I could see.

Are you sure?

No masses? No temperature?

-Because I'm sure you said that...

-Not that I could see.

And you didn't think to check any of this with Dr Rayne?

Discuss the case in any way?

No.

Obviously, that was a mistake on my part.

And you had no other concerns about Dr Rayne's...

conduct?

No.

OK. Thank you, Dr Sutton.

And there's no need to use the M word -

we're not admitting fault here.

All I want at this stage are the facts.

Um... When was the last time you performed a tracheostomy, Dr Rayne?

Erm...

I don't know. Five years? Maybe more.

As soon as I realised that the procedure might be necessary,

I called for help...

MUFFLED SPEECH

With Dr Sutton's assistance, I...

We did our best.

And, obviously, it wasn't the outcome

that we would have wanted for the patient, but...

I feel that we had no choice under the circumstances.

OK.

Well, the next steps depend on the relatives.

However, it seems likely that this adverse outcome was the unavoidable

consequence of serious illness.

I will communicate that to them. I'll let you know the response.

Thank you for your time.

Ally? Ally!

Please.

Why are you doing this?

Because it's all I deserve.

I don't understand.

We need to stick together, like you said.

I just asked you to back me up, that's all.

What choice do I have?

I know what you do,

what you keep in your desk.

What are we talking about?

You were drinking last night.

What?

-T-That's insane.

-I know what's in your bottle.

I found your stash in your drawer.

OK.

But it's not what you think.

I know I have an issue, but I am on a programme with my GP.

Don't. Don't lie to me.

You were at work, caring for patients, and you were drunk.

Drunk?

You don't get drunk.

I wish I COULD get drunk. You just stay normal.

And believe me, that doesn't feel good any more.

I know what you think of me,

but I am here every day.

I am still here.

What are you going to do?

Nothing.

Because it's not my problem.

I'm done with helping people.

Stop, drink, I don't care. Do what you want.

Just don't talk to me.

Ally? You OK?

-Yeah, I just need to get out of here.

-Is this about last night?

Because I can back you up. You did everything you could.

-I'll tell them that. You can trust me.

-Don't.

You're a great nurse.

Take it from me - keep your head down and don't get involved.

This is my problem, not yours, do you understand?

-I'm not scared when it's the truth.

-It doesn't matter.

Just promise me you'll stay out of it, OK?

OK.

It wasn't me, I didn't tell them anything.

I'm going to need you to turn out your pockets.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of theft.

You're not obligated to say anything, but anything you do say

will be noted down and may be used in evidence. Do you understand?

-BEASLEY:

-I apologise for this.

Someone had been stealing from patients and relatives.

Hard to prove, unless you catch them in the act.

You put a spy in my department?

Oh, don't worry, I checked with Brigitte.

It was need-to-know, you know?

Real spook stuff.

Can't say I didn't enjoy it, though.

Can't believe how quiet it is in here.

PHONE RINGS

He had to keep saying it. Hello?

Yeah. Right.

OK.

Four ambulances, the ethylene plant in Leith.

Some sort of storage tank went up.

At least two casualties with severe thermal and chemical burns.

Another...six with possible inhalation injuries.

-ETA three minutes.

-Three...? Oh, shit.

Right, let's get resus cleared.

I want anaesthetics down here as a priority.

Call surgery too. Brigitte?

Er, you take minors, clear out what's left.

-OK.

-Ally, you're with me.

ALLY: Andy?

I can't.

Yes, you can. You've come this far, don't do this now.

I shouldn't be in there. We both know that.

You were cool enough with Rob Beasley -

-what the hell was that about?

-I'm sorry, I just couldn't do it.

-Not to her, not like that.

-If this is going to work,

then you need to listen to me.

They're here.

-Andy?

-In a second.

OK, fine. I don't know about you, but I've still got a job to do.

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE SOBS

Resus One. OK.

-Resus Two.

-PATIENT WHIMPERS

PATIENT BREATHES RAGGEDLY

PATIENT BELLOWS

He's Charlie. I'll take the other one.

It's just ABC, OK?

Secure the airway, get the lines in, fluids and morphine. All right?

PATIENT BREATHES RAGGEDLY

Hey, hey...

These guys need us.

You're the only one I can trust,

so show me what a real doctor can do.

-Yes?

-Yeah.

-Let's go.

You're in a hospital now.

My name's Ally, we're going to help you.

Can you tell me your name, please?

HE ATTEMPTS TO SPEAK

Adam McKinnon, 26. Family's been informed.

Morphine - how much?

Five. How much has he had?

-Uh...

-No, no, no, ten?

PATIENT PANTS AND MOANS

HE BREATHES GUTTURALLY

He's getting noisy.

Soot there.

Nasal hair singed. We could lose that airway.

Anaesthetics on the way?

Emergency theatre. Ten to 20.

What about the consultant?

Switchboard are trying the mobile.

Right.

HE SPLUTTERS

He's closing all the time. Ally?

RSI. Get the tray.

-I can give you something for the pain.

-It's nothing.

How are the others?

They're working on them.

That's Adam's missus, Claire.

Erm... I'll be back.

-Hello.

-Hi.

Hi, my name's Dr Rayne, I'm one of the senior doctors here.

You can call me Brigitte.

Yeah, they called. They... They said there'd been an accident?

Yes, that's right. Your husband is in our resus area.

Right.

So what do I do?

Let me take you to the relatives' room. You can come this way.

Right, come on, darling.

OK.

Crike on.

He's gone.

Everybody, hold your breath.

SHE GRUNTS

Oh, God, I can't see anything.

ALLY PANTS

I can't see the cords.

There's nothing - it's too swollen.

-30 seconds.

-Try a new position.

More crike, see if that helps.

TOOTH CRACKS Oh, shit.

One minute.

Should we call failed intubation?

-Ally?

-I'm nearly there, I just need a little longer.

I can't do this.

-KAREN:

-Ally?

Get Andy.

Get Andy now.

Wait, wait, wait, I can see the cords. I can see the cords.

Bougie, quick.

-KAREN:

-It's been a minute-and-a-half.

We need to oxygenate now.

Five tube.

That's it.

Sounds good.

Were we worried?

Full thickness to face, arm and chest. About 36%.

Another ten looks partial.

His wife's here. I can talk to her.

No, we'll do it.

-Ready?

-Yeah.

-Hiya.

-Hi.

-I'm Alison Sutton.

I'm the doctor who is looking after your husband.

Thank you.

This is Karen, one of our nurses.

-What's your name?

-Claire. This is Callum.

There's two of you.

Why are there two of you. What's wrong?

-I... It's OK.

-Just tell me.

-If he's dead, I want to know.

-Adam's OK.

He is being transferred to the intensive care unit

-in a few minutes.

-Thank God.

Sorry.

-I just thought for a second that...

-I'm afraid Adam has suffered

severe burns to the chest and face.

He's going to require long-term specialist treatment.

I want to see him.

Let me take this one.

There's an Xbox in paeds.

The heat has damaged his windpipe, so we've had to insert a tube

to help him breathe, which is what the machine's for.

The burns mean that he needs extra fluid into the veins.

He is going to be transferred to the nearest plastics unit

as soon as he's stable,

-and then they'll be able to...

-I'm going to be sick.

-OK.

SHE RETCHES AND COUGHS

There you go.

It's OK, sweetheart. It's all right.

I was giving her a cup of tea and she just collapsed.

-ALARM BLARES

-I thought it would be OK.

Can you take this?

ALARM CONTINUES TO BLARE

-It's weak. BP?

-DAWN:

-Couldn't find one.

VT, I think. We need to shock her. Ally?

Ally, should we shock her?

I know her.

OK, I'll call it. VT unstable. Synced shock at 100.

MACHINE BEEPS

MACHINE WHIRS

OK, shocking at 100.

Clear.

ELECTRIC CURRENT THUMPS

MONITOR BEEPS

OK, charging to 200.

MACHINE BEEPS

Sync on.

Clear.

ELECTRIC CURRENT THUMPS

Shock delivered.

MONITOR BEEPS

Looks like sinus.

Better.

OK, let's check her BP and move her to resus.

ALLY'S VOICEMAIL: 'I'm not here, so leave a message after the beep.'

-BEEP

-Hiya. It's me.

Um...

guess where I am.

I'm in Edinburgh.

Um...a delivery.

Anyway, I thought maybe, you know, I could mosey on over to you.

OK. Um, bye.

"Mosey on over to you."

Shit.

Muppet.

HE SIGHS

Troponin's 12,000.

Looks like she had the posterior or something earlier this morning.

I missed it.

Don't worry, it could happen to anyone.

You need to flip it.

Then, it just looks like a normal heart attack, see?

Oh, sorry.

It's tough when it's someone you know.

Brain gets scrambled.

Weren't you on last night, too?

Yeah.

I've called cardiology. They're going to take her to the lab.

A couple of stents, she'll be as good as new.

I did this.

No.

God did this...

..you tried to stop the bastard.

Big difference, yeah?

PHONE RINGS

Hi.

Yes, we've got a 58-year-old...

Anything.

INTENSE CACOPHONY

Dr Sutton?

Cath?

Molly?

Come here, sweetheart.

Come here. Have you got everything?

Go get your coat and your bag.

Shame. We had big plans this afternoon.

-Beach day.

-Sorry about that.

Maybe next time, eh?

You can go next time.

-But what if there isn't a next time?

-Then, I'll take you.

-With Andy?

-Yeah, we'll see.

Daddy.

Hiya.

What you been up to?

You're Scottish now, are you? Och, aye, the noo, and all that?

Hiya. Thought I'd surprise you.

Are you OK?

-Cath?

-I'm sorry.

-I never meant for any of this to happen.

-Eh?

Hey, what is it?

But Ally went to...

Fuck.

So, what, ever since you left, you've been up here, pretending?

This is insane. Don't you get it?

If they find out, you go to prison.

Then what happens? What happens to Molly?

-I was doing this for her. She deserved a chance.

-She had a chance.

She had two people that would do anything for her - you and me.

That's not true, though, is it?

What she had was a mother with no career

and a father who was never there for her.

-I did my best.

-Well, you know what? Your best was a pile of crap.

But she kept forgiving you.

And that's when I realised that she always would.

For the rest of her life, she'd just keep making excuses for you,

just like I did. So I set her an example.

Fraud? Impersonating a doctor?

I took control of the situation and I made things better.

You always said you were as good as any doctor.

I didn't think you'd actually go and do it.

I'm good at my job.

That journo, Sam -

you told him I hit you.

That's not true.

Don't lie to me, Cath, he said it to my face.

No. You know what happened?

He assumed it because he knows what you are like.

I didn't even have to lie - he assumed that you weren't

just a shit gambler with a drink problem.

You know what, you are crazy. I'm going to the police.

I'm taking Molly and I'm going to the police.

-No.

-You're coming with Daddy, OK?

-No!

-Hey, hey! She is coming with me.

Wait! I sent you money, remember?

-Get out.

-The truth is, you knew about this.

All of it. We both agreed.

I'd take this job and support us both.

-That is bullshit.

-500 a month.

That's my story. Who are they going to believe?

That is not true. I knew nothing about this.

But you took the money, though, didn't you?

What, is it still sitting in your account?

It doesn't even make any sense.

How can an NHS nurse afford all that?

So it will be your word against mine.

Who the fuck are you?

You're right.

It's crazy.

It was a mistake.

When you found me, I was leaving.

Look, I just want to go back to Sheffield,

you, me and Molly, like none of this ever happened.

I made a mistake.

But we need to do this for Molly.

I want to come home with you now.

We can go back to how things were. That's what you want, isn't it?

You seen Ally?

Not for a while.

Coffee room?

Did she talk to you?

She told me what happened.

Did she tell you everything?

-I think so.

-And?

What are you going to do?

How long?

-Do you want me to give you the full 12 steps?

-No.

I want you to tell me how long you've been treating patients

when you're half pissed.

Fucking hell.

Why?

Do you really need to ask me that?

No, it's just... I just wish it wasn't true.

You're my friend.

I still am, I hope.

I'm sorry.

It's all right. It's OK.

As if you haven't got enough to deal with, right?

I can't let her take the blame for this. She was right. I was wrong.

She knew he was sick and I missed it.

She's good. She's a natural.

What I'm trying to say is that she doesn't deserve any of this. I do.

Nobody gets what they deserve. Haven't you worked that out by now?

So, what next?

-I don't know.

-Sorry. Dr Rayne, that's your patient back from X-ray.

-OK. Thank you.

Hey, have you seen Ally?

Not recently. Isn't she supposed to be nonclinical today, anyway?

-Oh, yeah.

-Is she OK?

She seemed agitated before.

Right.

-Look, I really need to speak to her. I'll be back in 20, OK?

-Sure.

You live here?

-I just need a few minutes. Can you get Molly's things?

-OK.

DOOR OPENS

Ally?

Who the hell are you?

-What's going on?

-Who the fuck is this guy?

-I live here.

This is my house.

-You're screwing him?

-It's none of your business.

Look, Karl, I just want to leave.

-Ally, what's going on?

-Ally?

-I need...

-I want you out of here.

-I need to talk to Ally.

-Jesus Christ, this is insane.

-This is my house and I'm telling you to leave.

-Fine.

Are you coming or what?

Cath. It's time to go home.

I'm sorry.

-No, no, no, no. Not until you talk to me.

-Back off, all right?

She's coming with me.

-You ready?

-Ally.

-Get out of the way.

You see, not so easy, is it?

Not when you're facing somebody who can fight back.

Stop it.

Get off each other.

What are you doing?

Where's Molly?

Where's Molly?

-Molly?

-Molly? I'll check her room. Look downstairs.

-Molly?

-Molly?

Molly, don't move. Stay there. Daddy's coming. Daddy's coming. It's OK.

TYRES SCREECH

Sorry.

Stay there. Stay there. It's...

CRASH

-Call an ambulance now!

-Molly!

Are you OK? Are you OK? It's OK, sweetheart. Are you OK? Excuse me. Can you watch her?

Mummy's going to go and help Daddy, OK?

He's not breathing. I need help.

Oh, shit!

Head injury. GCS3 at scene. Blunt trauma. Presumed occult haemorrhage.

This way, sweetie. Let Mummy and Daddy help the man.

ROSC in the ambulance. We need more access. Let's get surgery down here.

-What have we got here?

-Scooped on Maythorpe Road.

Two trained people at scene doing CPR.

Let's get O neg running. As soon as he's stable we need a pan CT.

Ally, do you know him?

-Ally, is he a friend of yours?

-He saved my daughter.

Well, step aside and let me help him.

How old is he?

-33.

-We'll take him of course.

-Otherwise stable?

-Liver contusion. Fractured ribs.

The surgeons don't want to operate.

How did it happen?

-My daughter ran out into the road. He saved her.

-Shit. I'm sorry.

We'll do our best, I promise. You never know.

He was going to go to the police. I didn't have any choice.

So you just walk away? Accept the life of a man you don't love.

But it's my life. Not someone else's.

-I've hurt people.

-That's not true. You've helped people.

You know what Brigitte told me?

That you're a natural. You just know when you're needed.

And nothing's changed. You're needed here. I need you.

This is what I hate.

Death I can live with. But it's the good ones that get punished.

-Pressure's a bit low-key. Can you draw up some metaraminol? Just in case.

-Sure.

Daddy is going to be asleep. But that's OK. Are you ready?

I need some help in here.

ELECTRONIC BEEPING

Blood pressure has just dropped. Nothing palpable.

Must be bleeding again. Get her out of here.

Come on, Molly. Let's get you some juice. Good girl.

Let's get O neg running. Cross match four units and get the surgeons down here.

Charlie, get some gases off.

Surgeons on their way.

He was stable.

CT looked OK.

There must have been some occult loss, retroperitoneal.

-That would have shown up.

-Maybe.

-No. This never should have happened. He was stable.

-With severe injuries.

His bleeding had stopped. We had control. The surgeon saw him.

But people still die. You know that as well as I do.

When I came in here you were alone with him. Why?

-It was just you when he died. What were you doing?

-What is this?

-Where was Karen?

-I asked her to draw up some metaraminol.

-You think I did something?

-He was stable and then he just arrests.

What did you do? Potassium bolus? Because that's how I'd have done it.

Quick, simple, undetectable.

That's just crazy.

Ally.

Don't call me that.

OK, I...I thought about it.

I drew it up and I looked at it and I thought about it. But I didn't.

I didn't.

-Ally, come on, you have to believe me.

-I can't. I don't trust you.

Don't you see? I don't trust you and you don't trust me.

I've got to talk to Molly.

Sweetheart, you know that Daddy was in an accident.

And we brought him here to try and make him feel better.

Well, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. But Daddy died.

I'm so sorry.

MOLLY CRIES

I'm so sorry, sweetheart.

I'm sorry.

SHE SOBS

I didn't do it.

You leave now and nothing changes for you.

Stay and everything is different.

What, are you worried Brigitte's going to ask questions?

She owes you.

You wanted to change your life, to make it better. You've done it.

Every day you're helping people. Saving lives, making a difference.

Doing a job that no other fucker wants to do because it's too tough.

It's too hard. It's too dirty. And not just that. You're good at it.

-Why would you walk away from this life?

-Because it's not real.

-It doesn't matter.

-It matters to me.

-Listen, you work in a place like this

and you realise it's just about... It's about life and death.

That's the only truth. Everything else is just who we say we are.

-I...

-Listen to me, listen.

Why change things when we both know this is something you want?

Ally, you love being a doctor. Stay.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Thanks for coming. Brigitte, if you'd like to...

-OK.

Right, shall we just say it?

I've been formally diagnosed with so-called stress

so I'll be taking voluntary unpaid leave for six months at least.

Which obviously leaves us short here.

So Andy and I were wondering

if you would consider taking on a bit more of my responsibilities

of the day-to-day running of this department.

Obviously it would mean extra sessional payments.

Plus you'd get to experience the joy of meetings.

You're putting me in charge?

Well, strictly speaking, I'm in charge.

And it's just until Dr Rayne feels able to return.

Well?

Hi. I'm Dr Sutton. I'm the senior doctor here. So what's the problem?