Jamie!
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OK, welcome to the Jimmy Stewart.
Aye, we lost one a couple of hours ago.
Mr McGould. Nice guy.
Hello, darling. We've got a new recruit, Jamie McCain.
Hi. We've been expecting you.
If you just give us a couple of minutes?
- McGould was how old, 70? - 62.
Christ, that's no age!
- Still played five-a-side. - Really?
Patients talk to me.
Oh, don't worry about it, we can train that out of you.
It's just a knack.
It's a real shame we couldn't do more for him.
Well, we tried,
but the smoking and drinking caught up with him in the end.
Don't take it too personally.
When I was your age, I thought I could save everyone, too.
Right, shall we?
OK, let's slide on three. One, two, three.
You'll be OK, son, seriously.
They're good people.
He's not exactly a sparkling conversationalist.
I'm sure he'll be fine. Usually get there in the end.
Always get there in the end.
Man down!
Hello, Jamie.
My name's Dr Watson.
Don't worry, I've heard all the jokes.
You'll be flat on your back for today at least, I'm afraid.
Then we'll run some further assessments,
and hopefully we can begin physiotherapy as soon as possible.
Don't worry, you're in safe hands now.
Well, it's natural to feel a little disorientated when you first arrive,
but you'll find us all very approachable.
Great. Right, well, we'll talk later. Thanks.
I've a package for some lucky soul.
I think he's disgusting, but my sister's obsessed for some reason.
I just don't know what to do. Like, I've dropped...
- I've told him to come see me... - And what do I find, hmm?
Just our bin, stuffed full of his crap. Huh?
And was it properly sorted? Was it hell!
Is that your mum? Cos it looks like your mum!
- Arseholes! - Oh, get lost, Danny.
You shouldnae be watching that stuff. I'm taking it.
Hey, what the hell?!
You little prick!
Leave him alone.
You say something?
I said, leave him alone.
Huh! What are you going to do about it, mate?
Thought not.
Try that again and I'll break your arms as well.
Yep.
Arseholes!
Might need an X-ray.
Did you know a sprain can take as long to heal as a broken bone?
Thanks, though. You didn't have to do that.
I didn't DO anything.
You're that army guy, aren't you? What regiment? I know them all.
Rifles, Paras, Commandos. I had a wall chart when I was a kid.
I don't want to talk about it.
Engineers, Cavalry. That's tanks now, though, not horses.
I said, I don't want to talk about it.
Right. OK. Sorry.
What level are you?
Where's your lesion?
T6. Fracture.
Complete or partial?
The cord injury, is it a complete or partial transection?
Partial.
Good. That significantly improves your prognosis.
Are you writing all this down?
Yeah. I need to keep my records up to date.
Any other medication? Are you a smoker?
Who are you?
Oh. Er... I'm Danny. Danny Adams.
T6, also partial. So we're, like, the same, spinal twins.
It's important. You help me, I'll help you.
Be your eyes.
But first, I need to understand your risks.
We all have to be careful in here.
There was one last night, James McGould. 62, C5, complete.
Hi, Danny.
Is he annoying you?
Um... we were talking about, er... football.
Right. Well, Jamie's just arrived,
so maybe just give him a little bit of time to, you know,
get his bearings.
Right, OK. All right, Debbie.
- I was just trying to be friendly. - OK.
Sorry. Danny's, er...
Well, he's harmless.
And lonely.
No visitors today, then?
Your family or friends?
Well, if you need something, just give me a buzz.
I'm so sorry about this!
Right! How many times have I told you about this? It's disgusting!
Right, you, out, now! Go on!
Sake!
Later, Matt!
Do you think it's true, that he's SAS?
I've really got no idea. Could always ask him.
He won't talk about the army. He doesn't want to speak to me.
We're working on him.
As a post-registration junior doctor,
you have unlimited access to his medical records.
I also have a duty of confidentiality.
He's my friend. He helped me.
Then you should definitely just ask him.
He won't admit it, you're not allowed to.
Even to their friends?
I don't make the rules. It's because of national security.
Oh!
Hi. Sorry. Looks like we're both late. Naughty step awaits.
- There was a new arrival. - Whereas I have no excuse.
You haven't seen my ID card, have you? I can't find it anywhere.
No. Sorry. Er...
I pin mine, it's more secure.
Also, I was going to mention your ring.
Personal jewellery on the unit.
Yeah, I know, officially, I...
Infection control guidelines are pretty clear.
If medical staff members don't obey the rules,
then it sort of sends the wrong message, don't you think?
After you.
Apologies, everyone.
Got tied up in the ward.
They say there's no rest for the wicked.
What are you suggesting, Doctor?
Now, I'm sure you're all aware that we had a death last night.
Mr McGould. Obviously, there will be a postmortem,
which will no doubt reveal the cause of death.
Right, well, let's start with our new admission,
Corporal James McCain.
I understand he prefers to be known as Jamie.
Serving soldier, injured in the line of duty.
Medevac'd back to the UK post-surgery.
The military hospital has no beds at the mo,
so we are stepping into the breach, as it were.
Luckily, the vest he was wearing prevented serious injury,
but our major issue is the thoracic fracture.
So, what happened?
No idea.
- Function? - Now paraplegic.
Limited ability in the arms, nothing in the legs.
He's still in the spinal-shock phase,
so there's a real chance of rapid recovery.
And you've discussed all this with him?
I tried. He blanked me.
So has he said anything at all?
Barely a word since he arrived.
I fear we may be in for a wee struggle there.
Lots of anger and resistance.
I think we're still deep in a certain Egyptian river.
- Denial? - Exactly.
I'm here all week, folks.
Right, moving on.
Our resident eccentric, Danny Adams.
- Has there been a home visit? - Yes, all done.
Just waiting on a few more aids to be installed
- and then he's good to go. - What's it like, the flat?
Well, Sheena said it was basically a shrine to Doctor Who.
- I approve. - It's interesting,
but not unusual for someone on the autistic spectrum.
Mm. Which explains quite a lot of his more challenging aspects.
Er... I like sci-fi.
What does that make me?
The person who he relates to, for which we're all grateful.
- So, three more days for Danny, agreed? - Mm-hm.
Before we go, I am sure we would all like to offer
our formal congratulations to Zoe and Alex.
A little bird tells me a date has finally been set.
8th June. Obviously, you're all invited.
Evening do. The ceremony's just family.
Well, I, for one, can't wait to celebrate
the end of Scotland's longest ever engagement. Congratulations.
I wanted to say thanks for standing up for me.
I'm going home soon, and I wanted you to have my plant.
It's a Venus flytrap.
I've been watching it for ages. I've never seen it catch anything,
but maybe you'll be lucky.
It, um... it does get easier, all this.
Y-Y-You do get used to it.
Sure.
It's, er... it's OK to be scared. I was.
I'm not scared.
Maybe you're not, but I'm going home soon, you'll be on your own.
So it's important that you listen to me.
You're still weak. I won't be able to help you any more.
I really don't know what you're on about.
That's what I'm trying to explain. Look...
I'm only showing you this for your own protection.
See, base mortality remains steady across similar institutions.
The UK is in blue, Europe's in green
and the rest of the world is in cyan, which is like a light blue.
But this place, this place is in red.
You know what?
Maths was never my strong point.
You're going to have to trust me.
Data never lies.
We are a significant outlier.
- Mortality spikes way above average. - Danny?
You know, patient profiles don't make sense.
Young people are dying, but the real question is, why?
Danny, what are you trying to say?
There's only one thing that fits the data,
angel of death.
There's a killer on the ward.
- A killer on the ward? - I've done the research.
Er... there was a case in Manchester, it happened in Spain.
Do you remember Shipman? Most prolific murderer in history.
- UK, definitely! - I want you to leave me alone.
They all think I'm eccentric.
I hear them talking about me.
No-one would believe me.
But they'll trust you, you're in the army.
That's why I need you to have this.
- It's got everything on it. - Hey!
He's bothering me, again!
Danny?
Hey.
You OK?
Help!
Oh! Shit!
Help!
- Everything OK? - Not me, him.
We need some help here!
OK, Matty, it's OK.
He's seizing. I need an IV quick. 20 diazepam.
OK, so let's add in another dose of Baclofen in the evening.
No problem.
Hi. Hey!
- How's Matt? - ICU. They're scanning him now.
Was there something in his leg? I saw you pull it out.
Pair of scissors. One of the nurses must've left them in his bed
and he rolled on them. That's what caused the AD.
You get some kind of problem below the level of your paralysis,
a blocked catheter, pressure sore,
you can't feel it, but your body can.
Causes a massive rush of adrenaline, blood pressure goes way up.
And that's what happened to Matt.
At the Paralympics, some athletes do it on purpose.
A needle in the thigh before a race or a match,
a little stimulation jacks you up,
makes you stronger and faster. But if it gets too much...
It's a good job you spotted him. You might have saved his life.
Unfortunately, it's not the first time this has happened.
You have to be careful.
The nurses will check your beds at night,
but you need to be alert to the risks.
So this was an accident?
- Sure. Of course. - Do you get a lot?
We've had our fair share lately, but we do our best.
I didn't realise being a cripple was so dangerous.
Sometimes people find it hard to accept their reality's changed.
Hm!
I can relate.
They told me you didn't talk.
I'm trying my best.
You should try and chat to Danny.
Army is one of his obsessions.
He'd love to hear some war stories.
Not a lot to tell.
Sorry.
Maybe you don't want to.
I get it.
Whenever people find out I'm a doctor,
they love to tell me all their medical problems.
Piles, their battle with venereal disease.
You name it, they'll talk about it.
Sorry, I missed out on VD.
- Terrible piles, though. - Hm!
So, you sleeping?
Not so much.
I could give you something, if you like, just to make it easier.
Why not?
- Thanks. - No problem.
I'm Zoe, by the way.
Jamie.
Sorry. Zoe, have you got a minute?
- It's about Mr Carrick. - Sure.
Hi, Campbell.
Yes, I'm looking at it now.
McGould, sixties, smoker, liked to drink.
Yep, that's the one.
Yes, well, I'm happy to sign off on it if you are.
So, they really minced this bastard, eh? Mental, innit?
He were just having a shit,
reading the Islamic State Times, and, kaboom!
All thanks to some geek in Vegas with a joystick.
Outsourcing's the modern way.
Us violent psychopaths are lucky to still have jobs.
So, why did you leave?
Got fed up with arresting squaddies for a living.
Also, red wasn't my colour.
Green's so much better.
Matches your eyes, boss.
RMPs are guaranteed commission.
Felt like the right call at the time.
- What? - Wanted to see a bit more of the world.
I mean, look around you, practically a gap year.
Jamie!
Contact rear!
Ah!
Jamie, it's OK, it's OK.
The nurses will hear.
Sh! Sh!
Sorry, sorry.
I-I was worried. I thought that something was happening.
Bad dream.
You have to be careful. We all do.
Especially at night.
OK.
I told you, people die in here.
The numbers don't lie, I have the evidence.
If you don't want to take it to the top, I'll do it myself.
Those scissors were half an inch into his thigh.
You know what Matt's like, he's just an idiot.
Which is why someone should have checked him!
Maybe I should raise it with Archie.
He'll only blame the nurses, which means they'll blame you.
Look, it happens.
But twice in two days?
This is supposed to be a leading unit.
If nursing standards are slipping...
Look, there was nothing strange about Mr McGould.
It's a hospital, people die. There's no getting around that.
It's like Archie says, it's a bad run.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Oh, wait!
- Et voilą. - You found it.
Just got Ali to fix you up a new one.
Had to endure 15 minutes of football chat.
Apparently, they need a new manager.
That's right. He's a muppet.
Thanks. Now I really do love you.
Jamie?
Hi, there, sleepyhead.
I just... can't believe this.
It's literally unbelievable.
You weren't answering my calls
and at first, I thought, you know, bastard!
But then I thought, no, we had such a connection.
So I remembered the friend you were with
and managed to get hold of him on Facebook
and he told me what had happened.
So here I am.
Mandy, right?
I've got something for you.
It's a healing crystal.
Do you think I need a tetanus booster?
Almost certainly not.
What about antibiotics? They say that human bites are the worst.
Do you know how many different pathogenic bacteria
there is in the human mouth?
No.
496, and that's just an average.
He shouldn't have bit you, no matter what the provocation.
He was scared.
I expect I would be, if I was him.
He's probably killed people. The SAS are allowed to do that.
Have you ever killed anyone?
No. Not that I know of, anyway.
OK, there.
Augmentin. I should have Augmentin. That's Co-amoxiclav.
625mg, three times per day.
- I'm sure you're right. - I'm always right.
It's all to do with the concentration of energy.
Healing energy.
- I'm not the crystal type. - Really?
When we met, you told me you had a deep interest in New Age philosophy.
I want you to know that many people would find all this just too hard,
but I'm not one of those people.
I'm in this for the long haul.
Hi! I'm afraid that's the end of visiting. Sorry.
OK.
I'm going to hang this right here, where you can see it.
And then you will know that I am with you.
The healing will... radiate.
Now, I will be back tomorrow, I promise.
Can you take that thing down?
Sure.
I hear they can be very potent.
I'm assuming you have no more use for its healing powers.
Cos I've got a wee girl in the Paeds bay who'd love that.
Is she a nutcase, too?
Totally. She's also nine.
If she starts walking, I want it back.
- So, was that your girlfriend? - No.
Yet she's bringing you crystals.
A friend of a friend.
Amanda. It was one night.
Sometimes one night's all you need.
Well, then, I know she's mental. Who wants to screw a cripple?
Language! Don't like the C word.
No cripples in here.
I don't think you're looking hard enough.
I need to examine you.
Record your muscle power.
I'd say it's currently just north of fuck all!
- Are you a doctor? - I know a waste of time when I see one.
Well, fortunately, just like your girlfriend,
I don't take no for an answer.
She's not my girlfriend.
So, how did Amanda fall helplessly in love with you
after just one night?
Apart from your charm and good looks.
I'm a good listener.
Ha-ha! You're a man!
Men are not good listeners, they just think they are.
Yeah? I hear everything that goes on in here.
Bed two, Asher.
Push.
She thinks her boyfriend's scared to come and see her,
but the truth is, he's screwing her best friend
and that's guilting her into visiting every day.
Bed three, Danny's a conspiracy nut
- who thinks everyone's out to get him. - Push.
Bed five, dared to vote SNP last time,
but he's switched back to the Tories.
He's bullied her for the last 20 years
and now she's finally got an opportunity to get her own back.
Loving every second.
Even if it means she's got to take the bins out herself.
- And Matt? - Matt's an idiot.
How is he, anyway?
Still under observation.
Good.
So, what about me? Have you been spying on me, too?
You're nice to Danny.
Maybe you're nice to everyone.
Feed them a bit of hope and they'll sing for their supper.
Is that what you think we do here?
You're here so we can help you.
I'm here because I'm broken. Non-functional.
I don't think you're broken.
I know you're angry.
- No shit! - And I like that.
In a place like this, acceptance stays in bed...
...anger walks out of here.
I'm going to leave the crystal.
You can take it down yourself, when you want to.
It might help if the chief executive actually knew
what this "meeting" was about.
It's confidential. Staff feedback forms, needs to be anonymous.
Oh! So, you've been rating us, have you?
That's what you've been doing with your little tablet thing.
Customer feedback improves performance,
and I've got some important data I need to share.
Imagine, here was me thinking you were just one of my patients.
Well, yes, I will let her know.
Her?
Oh, yes. Didn't you know? The chief executive is a woman.
Hi! Dr Watson?
I was wondering if you'd heard anything yet about Mr McGould's PM?
Er... I meant to ask, how's our new admission, Jamie McCain?
Any cracks in the facade?
Not really.
We spoke, sort of.
Well, keep trying.
I'm going to send Laila in there, see if she can figure him out.
Let's focus on the patients who are still alive, shall we?
Argh!
Hello, Jamie.
I'm Dr Karimi.
Dr Watson asked me stop by, thought we should have a chat.
I thought maybe we could start by talking about the accident.
No small talk?
If you like.
Not really.
Accident, then.
You could call it that,
or you could call it a fuckup.
OK. So let's talk about the fuckup.
You're a shrink, right?
How can you tell?
If that really is you.
Laser surgery.
And, yes, I'm a clinical psychiatrist.
A lot of our patients have mental health issues
that need to be addressed.
Just like that?
I didn't say it was simple, I said they need to be addressed.
I preferred you with the glasses.
Interesting.
You are the first.
Is this compulsory?
What do you think?
Do you have any contact with the outside world?
- They tell me you have a girlfriend. - No.
You were referred here because this is your last home address.
Most of my patients look forward to visits from friends and family.
Especially family.
We don't communicate.
And this... situation won't change that?
Fine.
I'll come back.
Not as if you're going anywhere.
Hm!
Are you always this brutal?
I tell the truth. Do you?
Actually, I lied about the glasses.
Isolate yourself in a place like this
and your mind can start to play tricks.
See things that aren't there.
When you're ready, call me.
- You wanted to see me? - Yes. Come in, come in. Take a seat.
Hm! I just wanted to check in, really.
You and Zoe, it's going well, then?
Sure. I mean, I like to think so.
Absolutely. Women, eh! A puzzle wrapped in an enigma.
The old emotional Rubik's Cube.
You solve one side and then, the others...
- Ah! You know, totally screwed. - Right.
Ah! This job's become a lot more complicated, Alex.
Used to be you just made people better
and then you could go and work on your handicap.
Now, apparently, I have a duty of care.
Zoe's fine. Great, actually.
Good. Good.
You understand I had to ask?
If there were any issues,
any recurrence of what happened last year...
She's never been better. Really.
Well, I'm delighted to hear it.
To lose six months at this stage of your career...
She will need your support.
Well, that was it. Just, er... I'm just checking in.
Right.
She did ask me about McGould's postmortem this morning.
I don't think it's a good idea to ruminate on bad outcomes.
Could give the unit a bad name.
Yeah, we want to stay positive, hm?
Absolutely.
Good. Well... good to talk.
Bobby's really going to be your best man?
You know we were in primary together.
He's like a human prison tattoo.
You might regret it, but you can't get rid of it.
Look, Bobby's OK.
He loves you. Thinks you have attitude
- and a nice arse. - Ooh! I'm touched!
- Hi. - Hi.
Loo. Oh, and I don't want to sit next to Bobby any more.
He can puke on you.
Bobby doesn't puke.
It's his acknowledged superpower.
What can I get you?
Zero, this is Bravo 30, contact way out!
Man down! Swap place!
OK, on me!
Move!
Down the alley, to the left.
I'm sorry, skip, missed visiting time.
How'd you get in here?
Got the skills, boss.
You think a professional soldier can't get past
a couple of dodgy jock security guards?
Huh! True.
So, how are you doing?
You OK?
Honestly?
Not so good.
Hey, come on, love, you're all right.
It's just a dream, Jamie.
Jamie's night terrors are becoming an issue.
Post-traumatic stress is more than likely the reason,
given his history.
Whatever the cause is, we do need to do something.
Sleep is a key part of recovery.
Then we either move him, or sedate him more heavily.
Sedation is never ideal, but we may have no choice.
Double his dose.
I hope you won't be offended if I ask to see some ID.
I'd be disappointed if you didn't.
It's a brief initial interview, that's all.
Just to get the ball rolling.
I see.
Would it be totally inappropriate to ask what happened out there?
Jamie hasn't exactly been forthcoming.
I'm afraid that's not possible at this stage.
Not with the fatal incident investigation still ongoing.
Hm.
Obviously, all information received would be totally confidential.
As I said, not possible at this stage.
Now, can I see Corporal McCain?
You should know that anything you say
will form part of the official investigation.
Sure.
You can even handcuff me, if you like, make sure I don't run away.
No-one is under arrest.
We simply want to establish the facts.
Four soldiers lost their lives that day. Only two came home.
You were their leader.
It's important you engage in this process
so we can establish exactly why.
Poor planning, bullshit mission.
They were all waiting for us.
That's all you need to know.
You were a red cap before you transferred.
Yeah.
So you'll understand that I'm just doing my job.
No-one is apportioning blame.
Not yet. That bit comes later.
Well, the truth can't hurt you,
unless you really have something to hide.
We walked into a bad situation and had to fight our way out.
As you can see, the results were mixed.
The intelligence suggested the area had already been secured.
Well, in that case, I should still be able to walk.
I'm sorry you were injured, but you were a lot more fortunate
than the other soldiers under your command.
You mean they're dead.
And right now, that's exactly where I'd rather be.
Hey, Jamie.
This is my last day. Day 47, to be exact.
Congratulations.
I want you to have this.
It's all there. I can give you the passcode.
No. It's yours. I don't want it.
You're my friend, you'll need it. Please.
Danny...
I want you to have this. You will need the data.
It's OK, I'm getting an upgrade.
I've already reported it to my superiors.
They're investigating the case as we speak.
I had a visit from the military police.
I told them everything.
They'll contact you, but not here. It's too public.
Sure, sure. OK.
Go home, prepare your files
and wait for further instruction.
And don't mention this to anyone else. Understood?
Got it.
You'll be OK, once I'm gone?
Eyes on.
They've given me pills to keep me awake.
It's all sorted, yeah?
You've done a great job, but you're relieved now.
Go home, take it easy,
carry on with your life as if nothing's happened.
Direct order from the top.
OK. Got it. Huh!
Good luck, Jamie.
- Debbie? - Hm? - I won't need that meeting now,
with the chief executive.
- Oh. - Could you cancel it for me?
- Are you sure? - Yeah. Thanks.
No problem.
This'll help you sleep.
Oh, look, I'm sorry, I just... I have to get this appraisal thing done.
If you could just put something in the Aga?
Hm? OK. OK.
Does she ever leave you alone?
The joys of married life.
Danny, enough.
Now.
Thank you.
Adrenaline! Any response?
Charging 300.
Clear!
Still nothing!
Again!
Restart CPR!
Danny?
Hey!
Kelly!
Kelly, what happened?
OK, let's just get him out. I'll get his stuff in a minute.
Data never lies.
"People die."
Those were his exact words.
Now he's the one who's dead.
He was a nice kid, not a case study.
You're Danny's mother, right?
We're still missing a tablet that he had. I'm sure it'll turn up.
We just want to know why he died, Doctor.
He told me something.
I'd appreciate it if you kept this to yourself.
What about him?!
Now, all you have to do is push.
Corporal McCain, there are discrepancies
with your initial statement.
I'm going to recommend
that this investigation continues with a court martial.
There's a killer on the ward, and Danny had the numbers to prove it.
Either that, or we're both nuts.
- He's right, this is evidence. - Shit!
- You can trust me. - Can I?
Jamie!
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