I can't believe they did that to you. You're a great nurse.
Anything you ever need from me, then it's yours.
- Hi, Dad. - Cathy.
Yeah!
You always were a good girl.
I'm going to be a doctor.
I know I'm good enough.
- Are you sure you want to work here? - Very much.
There's got to be a catch here.
I'm not a real doctor.
Oh, because you're a woman?
Sam Kelly, Sheffield Express?
I don't want to talk to you. Don't call me again.
Cath!
Karl has no idea where you are, does he? Did he hit you?
I need this whole thing to be a new start for us.
Daddy!
They've got a depot up there.
Edinburgh.
One step at a time.
Oh, sorry.
So when were you planning on telling me?
About you and Dr Perfect.
You know, you don't actually need to buy somewhere.
I've got a flat.
You don't know me.
Can I speak Ms Hardacre, please?
Sorry?
Is it possible to speak to Cath, please?
Who?
My dad's ill. He's on his way to hospital. The ambulance just left.
I need to go.
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Ta.
Which one?
Hey?
Er, five. Thanks.
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Dad?
I'm here, Dad.
I brought Molly.
He's asleep. We shouldn't wake him.
No, we shouldn't.
You sit down here, sweetheart.
Presumed urinary sepsis,
bloods last checked on Friday. Recent productive cough.
But otherwise, in status quo.
- DNAR? - It's in the notes.
- Good. - Hiya. I'm his daughter.
Amira Shah. I've been taking care of your father.
We were just discussing his treatment.
We think he may have had a urinary tract infection. However...
Actually, I'm more concerned about his sodium levels.
And his lungs sound congested.
When was the last time he had a chest X-ray?
Perhaps it will be best if you stepped outside.
It's fine, Sister.
We should speak privately, Miss...
Cath. Cath Hardacre.
Do you mind?
No.
- You're medical? - Nurse.
Ward sister. Well, used to be.
I see. Then I suspect you understand where we are?
Your father's dying, Sister Hardacre.
We treated his urinary infection but now he has pneumonia.
That on a background of Parkinson's with severe associated dementia.
He was a proud man, I understand?
He still is.
You're right to correct me.
Be his daughter, Sister Hardacre, not his nurse.
Porters are here, lovey. Can they come in?
Yeah.
OK.
If you need to ring anyone, you can use the ward phone. Family?
Thanks. It's fine.
It's just me now.
Hiya. It's Andy Brenner. We met at the Cardiff conference last year.
Yeah, yeah, good, thanks. I just wanted to chase up a reference.
A Dr Alison Sutton? She worked for you?
You're quite sure she definitely left the country?
No chance she changed her mind?
OK. No, must be my mistake.
Thanks for your time. Thanks.
Shit!
- Ooh! - Sorry.
- Are you OK? - Sorry!
What a dick!
Hey.
You all right? What's happening?
He died about an hour ago.
They're just dealing with... you know, they're dealing with the...
I'm so sorry.
Are you all right?
I'm going to need a few days.
The funeral, arrangements...
Oh, of course, of course. Er, I can let people know.
How's Molly?
OK. She's being spoilt by some nurse somewhere.
I don't think she gets it.
Either that or I've given birth to a psychopath.
Just take as long as you need.
- OK? - OK. Thanks.
I'll talk to you tonight.
Bye.
It's gone down again!
Something to do with a sodding attachment.
And do you know, I've got 20 letters
I have to get out before one,
and I cannot bear to speak to that IT hobbit again.
There's something I need to talk to you about.
It's about Ally.
The good news is there's no plan for a postmortem.
Dr Shah has signed the certificate
so we can release the body straight away.
Do you have a preference?
Sorry?
For the funeral director?
Some people like to plan ahead.
Not really. I've been away.
They're very good. Mid-price.
And won't keep you waiting.
I know his sister from bingo.
Thank you.
Hey. Hey, chicken.
Are you OK?
What a shame!
- Mm. - Were they close?
Er, I'm not sure. She got a call last night.
I think he'd been sick for a while.
Parkinson's, dementia.
OK, I'll ask Gemma to organise some flowers.
I'll let staffing know,
and see if they can dig in their pockets for a locum.
Oh, I think Sue might be back in the country now.
- There we go. - Oh!
Thank you!
What do you think of her?
What, Sue?
- I think she does her best. - No, no, I mean Ally.
I'm interested.
- What, as a doctor or as a person? - Professionally.
Has it been a problem?
Ah, you've seen her work. I just want to know what you think of her.
Well, simple. I think she's excellent.
The nursing staff like her.
And, frankly, I'm getting fat on the amount of chocolate she gets.
Why, has someone raised a concern?
Er, no, no, it's nothing. It's just, um...
I just wanted to get your opinion on her. As a doctor.
What, out of the blue?
On a wet Wednesday morning?
Ah, she's due an official appraisal so I thought I'd ask.
OK. Honestly?
I think that Dr Sutton is-is far too good for the likes of us.
And I, for one, am not going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Don't you agree?
Yeah. From...
From what I've seen, she seems very competent.
Her references...
Were excellent!
Look, if your needy penis is going to screw this whole situation up
for all of us, then... then I would encourage it to reconsider.
Urgently.
Arthur Hardacre were a real unionist.
A stalwart of the movement.
An honest man who would not only call a spade a bloody great shovel,
but one who weren't shy to pick it up and do a day's work
if the situation so demanded.
I were proud to call Arthur my friend.
What you saw were what you got.
And what you got were a bloody good man.
We're a dying breed, right enough.
But I remember.
Here's to you, Arthur.
Thank you.
Look!
Sorry. Hiya! You all right?
Yeah.
Will you please stand?
Come on, sweetheart.
I didn't expect to see you.
Well, right thing to do, isn't it? Pay your respects.
Not that he ever gave us the time of day.
True. You didn't exactly click.
Your dad bloody hated me.
Gave him reason to.
You OK?
It's for the best, isn't it?
It's what everyone says. Considering.
You know, his condition.
It was just me and him for so long after my mum died.
It was just us two.
You know, he bought me tampons when I started.
You're joking?
No! I was 12. And he gave 'em to me like... urgh!
Um... I've applied for that transfer, at work.
You know, depot in Edinburgh.
It means I see more of Molly, wouldn't have to travel.
Makes sense.
What did they say?
Dale says it's a possibility.
He's checking it out, but it's looking good.
Well, you still should have discussed it with me first.
I can't... I just don't want it to go back to how it was!
We won't. Look, it's all different.
I haven't had a drink in eight months.
I know, but we've been here before!
Not like this.
You and me, I-I know that's gone. Yeah?
I've accepted that. But
Molly's still my kid.
I-I just want to make it right, you know? Contribute, too. Here.
There's a couple of hundred there.
- I'm not taking your money! - It's for Molly.
Back payment.
Please!
Deeds, not words, right?
There we go. Now be good, OK? Long way.
I will.
So I'll let you know what Dale says.
OK, fine.
See you later, munchkin. All right.
Bye.
Love you!
- Shall we go home? - Yeah.
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- I thought you were on leave. - Sucker for punishment.
I heard. Your dad, wasn't it?
- I'm so sorry. - Thanks, but it's been coming a while.
- Yeah. - So who's this?
Annie Gilmarsh, brittle asthmatic.
She's been getting worse since about 5am.
Usually takes Salbutamol and Becotide.
I'm Dr Sutton, Ally.
I'm just going to have a listen to your back,
so if you take a deep breath for me, please.
And again.
Thanks. So, if you'll just lay back, I'll listen to your chest.
Continue with back-to-back nebs and 200 of hydrocortisone IV.
It is like you're working with Derren Brown.
Just sign the dotted line.
Ta.
So he took you on the open-top bus for a first date?
Mm-hm.
Brought along tuna sandwiches and half a bottle of vodka.
He told me he wanted to get to know me and my city at the same time.
Wow!
Actually, that is smart.
- I think I'm going to write that down. - Ooh!
- How's the asthmatic? - Better already. Resp rate down.
Great. I'll review her in a tick.
Work to do. See you later, yeah?
So?
He's-he's cute. It's not serious.
Look me in the eye and tell me that.
It is not serious!
Well, if he asks you to play doctors and nurses, watch out.
I think I already have.
This is Annie, known asthmatic.
She's been struggling since this morning.
Her X-ray looks OK.
Her peak flow?
Er, unrecordable. Down 100 since this morning.
And her expected?
I can check.
Any ITU admissions in the last year?
Twice, about a week each time.
Pneumothorax?
Er...
Well... couldn't see one.
Yes or no?
Yes or no?!
Er... er...
No.
What are we treating her with?
She's on her second neb and the steroids are in.
Well, that's no good. We should be intravenous here, starting magnesium.
Have you spoken to ITU?
- I was going to check with you first. - Med Reg aware?
It was my plan, yeah.
I'll do it.
Karen, draw up some magnesium IV.
Two grams. She's going to need fluids, too.
Let's make sure Outreach have got her on the list, yeah?
I've got this.
I think Charlie needs a hand in minors.
Med Reg, please.
Oh, and no drinks in Resus. You know the rules.
So what is it? She dump you? Or is it just your time of the month?
- She had it under control! - Did I say she didn't?
No, you just talked to her like she was a JHO with learning difficulties.
So? Call the Daily Record. "Nurse defends female doctor shocker."
She's good.
I've held the hand of enough crap doctors to know the difference.
Ally actually treats the nurses with respect. She deserves the same.
I know. You're right. It's just...
I'm sorry. It's been a tricky day.
Yeah, welcome to the club!
Do you know, everyone knows you're shagging her,
so see if I were you, I'd get over myself pretty damn quick.
Cos if I had to take sides, I know who I'd pick.
I need some help with this wrist. She's not keen on needles.
When I say "not keen", I'm talking like hysterical. Tried to bite me.
Not in a good way.
Oh, it just needs a tweak. We could try her with some Entonox?
Bit of oral sedation?
I'm sold. Lead the way. I'm right behind you.
OK.
So, what is this?
Nitrous oxide. Laughing gas.
Imagine drinking six G and Ts in one.
I'm more of a Bacardi girl, me.
It's not doing anything.
You need to keep breathing, in and out, OK?
Whoa, whoa, slow and deep.
Keep it in your mouth.
Whoohoo, that's what all the boys say.
No talking, just breathing.
So, we're going to gently pull on your wrist
and pop your bones back in place, and then...
Paul.
- Paul here is going to pop a plaster on it. - No problem.
Oh, do you know what? I am feeling funny.
- What was that pill you gave me? - It's Diazepam.
Just helps to make you feel a bit more relaxed.
Slow and deep, remember?
Shall we turn it over?
What was your name?
I'm Ally. This is Charlie.
No way you should be working here.
You're what? 12?
I'm, like, 42.
Secret is moisturiser.
No way, Jose!
Hey, does your mummy know you're pretending to be a doctor?
- Tell her a joke. - What?
It's the best audience you'll ever get.
All right, try this. Er...
What do you call a man with no arms and no legs swimming in the sea?
Bob.
Ooh. There we go.
Right. What goes zubb zubb?
A bee flying backwards.
Ooh! Oh, are we starting?
Actually, we're all finished.
That was it.
Oh! Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Five more minutes.
Weird to say I enjoyed that?
Your jokes are awful.
What are you talking about? I killed her in there.
If that's true, I'm calling the GMC. Again.
Nursing Council, right back at you.
If I go down, I'm taking you with me.
Ally.
Sorry I was a bit abrupt.
- I could've dealt with it. - I know.
Well, what were all that about?
Just been one of those weeks.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Ah, shit.
Sorry. I mean, you can't blame me for forgetting.
You never really talk to me about him. Or anyone.
Is that a problem?
I think it is. You never tell me anything.
Maybe there's nothing worth telling.
I just want to be part of your life.
You are!
But right now, I'm reconsidering.
Then I think we need to be honest with each other, don't you?
Are you free this weekend?
Yeah, I think.
Then I want to take you somewhere, just you, me and Molly.
You'll like it. It's somewhere we can talk.
OK, fine.
- Where are we going? - I don't know, it's all a big surprise!
Today we are heading due north. We may never return.
Who knows what we'll find?
Monsters?
Hundreds of them. They're everywhere.
Where you'd least expect them.
It's OK. Bet you bring all the girls here.
Absolutely not. In fact, you're the first.
I'm honoured!
Sometimes I just need to remember the rest of the world still looks like this.
You get up here...
and it all becomes clear.
At least for me.
Mummy, quick! We're going on a monster hunt!
Come on!
It's freezing! No-one said anything about monster hunts in the brochure.
Er, no excuses, right?
We can find you something.
Wellies, coat.
Mum, come on!
You heard the lady.
If I'd have known where we were going, I'd have brought some proper clothes.
Ah, sorry. I just assumed that...
What, that I'd know what to bring?
No, obviously. I'm... sorry.
- Mum! - I'm coming.
Hey!
Let's keep going.
Mummy's a slow coach.
Does she still see her dad?
Now and then. He tries.
So what went wrong?
I couldn't trust him.
Money'd go missing.
Then he'd disappear for days on end
and show up like nothing had happened.
In the end I'd just had enough.
Brigitte said things got physical.
At least she implied it.
I mean, something like that must be difficult to talk about.
It makes you ashamed.
Which is crazy.
But you can't help how you feel.
I'm not like that.
Um, it feels weird to have to say that, but it's true.
I know.
Never even had a fight. Not even in school.
I guess what I'm trying to say is
you don't need to shut me out from whatever it is.
You must miss your kids.
I do, but they're happy with Sarah.
Did she love it up here, too?
Actually, she prefers a warm bath.
Anyway, we came up here to talk about us and suddenly we're talking about my ex.
Well, you asked me about Karl and I'm wearing her coat.
No, you're wearing A coat.
Neither of us can just start over as if the past never happened.
OK.
- I'm not her. - I know that!
It's all too much. Too quick.
Look, if this is about Sarah, then I promise you, it's over.
Which is why I'm moving on. All right, yes, I loved her.
I married her, for God's sake. But things change. It didn't work out.
We split up, and then I met you.
- Simple. - Cos it's true.
Talk to me.
Please.
I'm cold.
I'm going to go back.
Come on, there's only about another mile to the top.
- I promise you it's worth it. - You go. I'm going back.
Molly, come on.
Ally, come on!
Talk to me!
Ally!
Cath!
Talk to me.
I need to go.
Where? Another city? Another hospital? Is that how this works?
Just leave me alone!
Oh, for fuck's sake! I know who you are.
Your name's Cath Hardacre. You're a ward sister in Sheffield.
Dr Alison Sutton left for a sheep farm in New Zealand six months ago.
How long have you known?
That night, the call from the care home. When you were gone, I checked.
Then why have you brought me here? What do you want?
I want to help you.
You don't even know me.
Oh, believe me, I get that!
So is any of this real?
You think I used you?
Did you?
I never wanted this to happen!
Yes, but you didn't stop it!
Or at any point you could have said no.
I mean, I didn't put pressure on you.
I just thought it was normal. It was easy. It felt right.
It was.
I...
I don't get it. I mean, if you knew, why are we even here?
When I found out, I was this close to telling Brigitte.
I walked into her office.
Why didn't you?
Because of what she said.
What we both think.
You're a good doctor.
You're smart. You're dedicated.
You make the right call, time after time.
I want to leave, now.
I can't ask you to get involved in this. It was my mistake, not yours.
OK. I get it, and that's your choice.
But first just... Just tell me why.
I need to know why you did this. Come on.
When I was a nurse, when I saw that things were wrong,
that people were dying, I stood up and said so,
because that's what my dad had always taught me,
to do and say what was right, not what was easy.
And because of that, I lost everything.
No job, no future for me or my kid.
Is that what you get for being a good person? Is that what I deserve?
After all the work I've put in!
Do you know what she said when she left? The real Ally?
"Fuck the NHS."
And they all laughed like it were funny.
She was a doctor. She had everything I didn't have,
and she was throwing it all away. Her life, her career...
What, so you just took it?
Yes, I took it! Because I knew I could do it.
Not just for me.
So that when it was Molly's turn, she could have a life like that.
A life you could just throw away if she wanted to.
Now that's a real choice, don't you think?
Oh...
Dr Alison Sutton is the best we've had.
All right?
We needed you because you were good.
You're almost too good to be true.
What, you think I want this getting out?
The hospital that hired an impostor?
Listen, if I was going to tell someone, I'd have done it already.
So if you're going to leave, just leave.
Go somewhere else, find a job. I'd hire you.
You can walk away now, but eventually someone'll find you.
Come home with me.
Move in.
I can protect you.
Why?
Why would you do that?
I want you in my life. You and Molly.
I love you.
That's why I'm offering to risk everything I've ever worked for.
But if I'm going to do that, I need to know you feel the same way.
Are you prepared to let me help you with this?
I don't know.
Well?
OK.
Let's go home.
OK.
Do you promise you'll come and visit me?
Of course.
I've got something for you.
Do you know how much money this is worth?
£12,000.
Minimum.
Now, as we have discussed,
this is a precious antique that's been in my family for many a year.
But I know how much you love it, so I have decided to entrust it to you.
There's only one condition.
I must be allowed to come and see it from time to time.
OK.
Then we have a deal.
Thank you.
Och, you all leave in the end. Most I'm glad to see the back of.
Now remember, Saturday night is Strictly night.
I expect to see you here.
Promise.
Come here.
You take care of yourself, pet.
Bye, darling.
Give that to Mummy.
Right, get in.
You OK?
- Night-night, sweetheart. - Night-night.
OK. AF, five causes of.
Er... ischaemic heart disease.
Mitral stenosis...
What is this, 1950?
Hypertension. Thyrotoxicosis. Atrial myxoma.
Oh! That's a good one. Impressive.
- Alcohol. - Of course.
You forgot Chagas disease.
Tropical infection. Mainly South America.
The bacteria's spread by the deadly, if affectionate, kissing bug.
I just considered it too obscure and childish.
Chagas disease has been funny since the first day of medical school
and will be funny until the day I die.
Actually, it's a protozoal infection.
No, it's bacterial.
Protozoal.
There, check if you don't believe me.
Ah! Shit.
Hm!
So, I've just checked with the Scottish side.
It's not a problem in principle.
In fact, they've just had somebody go off long-term sick,
so, er, could be a while.
That's great!
Transfer form, blah blah blah. Just fill it in, get it back to me.
Not here.
Right. Sure. Um, sorry.
And we got a delivery, Wednesday.
Motorcycle place in Edinburgh.
So if you manage to find it, you've got the job.
OK.
On you go.
Cheers, Dale.
I think it's underhand.
And if it's all a mistake? This whole thing?
Nobody ever knows anything.
No accusations, no drama, and most importantly,
no bad publicity for the Trust.
Paul here is a fully trained HCA.
All I want him to do is watch and report back to me.
Apart from that, he's all yours.
Personally, I would just grin and bear it.
Just a little prick, isn't that what you doctors say?
You took the words out of my mouth.
How fast do you want it?
Straight in. 20 minutes. See what it does to her blood pressure.
Ally. So, Mohammed's let us down again. Something about a-a wedding.
I swear, one of his bloody family gets married every week.
- So it's just you and me this evening. - Seriously?
On a Friday night, as well.
Just think of it as a girls' night in with music
and dancing and vomit and blood.
What about clinical staffing?
Oh, as much use as a chocolate teapot.
Is that racist? Wasn't meant to be racist.
My gran used to say it. Oh, mind you, she was a terrible racist.
Mm. And it's a full moon. So we will have to cope.
I am just warning you.
Mr Kennedy?
- After you. - Cheers.
If you'll just go through this one here.
Mr Kennedy? I'm Dr Sutton.
Ally.
Is it always like this in here?
Only on full-moon Friday. Brings 'em all out.
I'm just sorry to be making more work for you, so...?
The bad news is the wrist is fractured, but the good news is it's in the right place,
so we're just going to pop a plaster on and then you'll be good to go.
OK, thanks. You'll get that sorted now, then?
Sorry, there is a bit of a wait for treatments.
So I'll stay here?
Well, the thing is, we're a bit short on cubicles.
Could I ask you to step outside
and then we'll get to you as soon as we can?
- Ah, whatever. - Sorry.
So if you just want to take a seat.
Aye, all right.
Mr Gerrard?
Looks like I'm finally being called.
Look, I said I'm sorry,
Dubai can kiss my arse if that's going to be their attitude.
Oh, looks like a nasty abscess there.
And there's some swelling below the jawline that concerns me.
Have you been to see your dentist?
Oh, well, I've been busy. I'm just back from a business trip.
I'm going to get our Max Fax team to come and take a look.
Hi.
For Christ's sake, no,
that's a million miles from being acceptable!
Oh, for heaven's sake!
No mobiles in the clinical area. Sorry.
OK, so what's the problem in here?
Dental abscess, lower jaw.
Sub mandibular extension and his voice is a bit hoarse.
I was about to call Max Fax.
No, Amoxycillin and Mentronidazole. Yeah, then go and see your dentist.
Well, I still think we should get Max Fax...
Yeah. Can we have a chat?
OK, we have got six people waiting on trolleys in majors, OK?
And another two ambulances en route.
- I understand that. I just... - Dr Rayne?
Yeah, in a minute!
We see, we treat, we dispose, OK?
Anyone who doesn't need to be here, we get rid of them.
OK.
Got one inbound. Cardiac arrest, ETA six minutes.
Oh, Christ, OK. Get him out of here, then get to Resus.
- OK. - OK. Who can we move?
You all right?
All right.
So, what? We, er, staying up?
Yeah, dream on.
Manager's a muppet. Call Big Sam, right?
Mm-hm.
How's the knee?
Fine. Thanks.
Look, er, probably won't see you around. Moving up north.
- Right. - Yeah, getting a transfer to Scotland.
See a bit more of the kid, you know.
And Cath's all right with that?
She say something to you about me?
Look, don't worry about it. Good luck, yeah?
Hey.
Last time I saw you, you said something.
"Pick on those who can fight back."
Right?
Didn't get it.
- What did she say to you? - Nothing.
Bullshit.
OK, fine.
She told me that she'd moved away because you got physical with her.
She said that?
Not in those exact words, but yeah.
That you'd hit her and she didn't feel safe any more.
That's why she got out.
Fuck!
Look, that's not true.
Look, whatever. It's none of my business, mate.
Hey, hey. She is lying. Why would she tell you that?
I mean, we had problems, sure, but I never touched her.
I swear on my daughter's life.
Fine. It's between you and her.
Look, I don't understand. Cath never lies. She can't stand it.
Always been the same.
I mean, why do you think we split up in the first place?
People say weird things, yeah, all the time.
Resus Two's just gone to ITU.
How's his pressure?
Holding with fluids. Temperature's down, too.
Well, as long as he's someone else's problem.
What time is it?
Er... nearly two.
And breathe. I think we may have survived.
Ooh, how's the house-hunting going?
Actually, I've moved in with Andy.
What? Shit!
Last week. Not common knowledge.
Do I need to buy a hat?
We're just seeing how it goes.
Oh, my God!
Oh, tell them we're busy. Or dead.
Or whichever's the more convincing.
OK, thanks.
40-year-old male, obstructed airway, suspected dental abscess,
one minute.
Picked him up New Town. Stridor at scene.
Lost his airway in the back. Can't bag him.
He hasn't been breathing for three minutes.
That's him. The toothache.
Shit!
Sats unrecordable.
Fast bleep anaesthetics.
OK. One, two, three.
- ENT. - Which one?
I-I-I don't know. Er, either.
Er, both.
Oh, shit. Laryngoscope.
- Er, crash call to ED Resus. - No, I'll bag him, in fact.
Anaesthetics and ENT.
OK, thanks.
OK, sux and Propofol.
No access.
Shit. Ally!
We need to get an airway, now!
OK. Have we got access?
Nearly, nearly.
Saturation is 60%.
Oh, for Christ sake!
- Come on! - I'm in!
Where's Anaesthetics?
OK, get the sux.
And I need a laryngoscope right now.
Drugs are in. He's paralysed.
OK, that's no good - we need someone immediately!
Anaesthetics are stuck on Labour Ward.
How long?
Two minutes.
He's too swollen. I...
We need to get some oxygen into him now.
I can't see anything. More suction.
It's been three minutes.
I-I can't do this!
You try.
OK. We need ENT. Call 'em again.
OK.
Need to fast bleep ENT to ED Resus.
Airway emergency. OK.
That's four minutes. What do you want to do?
Dr Rayne?
Surgical airway. Now.
Yeah. Yeah, sure.
Swab.
He'll need suction.
Deeper.
Oh, shit!
Arterial.
Oh, fuck!
OK, er, more swabs.
I need that thing.
Yeah.
OK. Bagging him now.
Jesus.
I need a full tracheostomy kit now. How long's he been down?
Over five minutes.
I'm sorry.
ITU are assessing.
It was an abscess. It was a fucking dental abscess. What...
I sent him home.
You need to back me up.
I-it was simple, uncomplicated...
Brigitte!
Do you want the bloody inquisition here asking questions?
It was just...
We need to support each other.
Right, I need you to alter this. Same pen.
It was... It was out of the blue. Unpredictable.
Er, just everything has to stack up, and then it goes away.
No.
Ally... if there's a complaint, there'll be a SUI.
We will be here for months.
They will rake over our records, our experience... time and time again.
Believe me, I know.
Oh!
Dr Brenner. You'll be aware we had a serious clinical incident in your department last night.
Dr Rayne and Dr Sutton were the two clinicians involved.
We need to stick together on this.
If they start to investigate you, it puts us both at risk,
which means that Brigitte needs to take the fall.
What are you going to do?
These guys need us, so show me what a real doctor can do.
Ally?
She is coming with me.
Where's Molly?
I took something that didn't belong to me.