(Siren approaches) ( Billy Ocean: Lover Boy) I don't know what you've got But it plays with my emotions I want you so much Darling, I wanna hold you near Wanna whisper sweet and tender in your ear Can't stand the thought of you with somebody else Gotta have your love Gotta have it all to myself I say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Wanna be your lover, lover Mm, wanna be your lover, lover Loverboy Lover, lover (Radio ) That's Billy Ocean and Loverboy.
It's 6:45.
Weathermen say we can expect sunshine and showers tomorrow.
They're hedging their bets again.
So what's new?
- Night.
- Night.
Night.
- What you done to it this time?
- It's aubergine.
Like it? Very nice.
That's a vegetable, innit? We're in the front line, dammit.
That does not entitle you to treat the hospital like your own.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Cannulas, drip stands, syringe pumps.
Reported missing.
Where do they find their way to? Casualty.
- We're under
-equipped.
- There is a procedure.
Don't tell me you're bending the rules.
Have you ever spent a night in Casualty? Try telling a drunk with a Kn*fe you've run out of swabs.
I'm telling you.
Stop behaving like the night shift is your private army.
I'm serious, Ewart.
Nobody's that special.
You or your permanent night shift.
One shingles, one poisoning and a golf ball on the head.
Have you?
- (Phone)
- Evening, Charlie.
I started this shift because I saw a need for morale, team spirit.
It's very simple.
Casualty gets more violent every night.
Staff get paid a pittance, work long hours and nobody thanks them.
That is a recipe for low morale.
So you give them an identity.
We don't always play by the rules, but we are not a private army.
If you can't take us as we are, close us down.
It's no good, Ewart, appealing to my loyalty.
I have to justify this night shift against strong opposition.
Reports like these don't help.
You've got six months to prove you're still worth fighting for, or I'll recommend that the DHSS close down the night shift.
Is that clear?
- Is that clear?
- Yes! (Soothing classical music) And Ewart, if you want to be taken seriously as director of the night shift
- (Volume increases)
- .
.
those do not help your image.
The Eurythmics, Alison Moyet and Phil Collins in the next hour, but we go up to the Radio Holby news and weather at seven o'clock like this.
Though I've tried before to tell her Of the feelings I have for her in my heart Every time that I come near her I just lose my nerve as I've done from the start Every little thing she does is magic Everything she do just turns me on Even though my life before was tragic
- Night, Carol.
- Night.
Have you read this?
- Tea.
- He photocopied it.
The world'll run out of trees with Ewart's ideas.
''Revolutionary shifts.
'' ''The setting
-up of a permanent night staff is raising eyebrows throughout the NHS.
''
- Fame at last.
- Of sorts.
Ewart will love it.
That's why it's on the board.
Revolutionary shifts.
Could make sure the milk was fresh.
This is cheese.
Charlie, you've got a very angry streak.
- What's your sign?
- Oh, no.
- Seriously.
- Taurus.
Oh, the bull.
A bad day.
You're at w*r with Mars.
- Great.
Where's my army?
- Megan phoned.
She'll be late.
- That's kind of her.
- Don't know about Baz.
I'm gonna see if I can find some milk.
Do you think it works, our permanent night shift? Well, considering we've got cheddar for our tea, we're missing two staff and a doctor, we're laughing.
- This is really playing me up now.
- You'd better get that seen to.
And listen, not a word to no one, right?
- Shouldn't I even tell the lady?
- Leave it.
I'll pay you next week.
- Righto.
- Away you go.
- That's what I told him.
- (Knocking) Come in.
OK, I'll pop round now.
- Mr.
Plimmer.
- I'm on my way out.
I will only be a flash.
For Miss Clements.
Very nice.
- You think I'm too old?
- Sorry? I thoughtpresent.
- Oh, I'm sure Miss
- Clements.
From Radiography.
Miss Clements will be delighted.
lI'm sorry I'm holding you back.
- I will give her the flowers.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
You You think me silly to have this young heart.
Oh, no, no, no.
But I'm not sure you Thank you, Mr.
Plimmer.
Now I find some water.
Thank you.
Ah, thanks.
Take a cup of tea to cubicle six.
- Check on the poisoning in four.
- Four.
Right.
Where's King?
- Here.
- Jeez.
Cubicle five needs an enema.
Oh, man.
Why can't you do that, huh?
- Quiet for a Saturday.
- Early days.
Seen Kuba? He's going funny.
I'd have him seen to.
He's got a heart of gold.
You're a snob, Susie.
- Are you OK?
- Yeah, fine.
- You look tired.
- I'm missing my beauty sleep.
- You have trouble dropping off?
- After the night shift? Zonk.
Wait till you have kids.
That don't sound like you.
What happened to the paternal love bit? Suffering a severe case of cash flow.
- Like it ain't flowing.
- Mm.
I know what you mean.
You know me, Duffy.
I'm not a moaner.
But when I walk down the street, I like to look good.
I like my children to look good.
On what we're being paid, I can't manage.
- I'm like some old woman.
- Have you tried sleeping pills?
- It's not that bad.
- Tell you what I sometimes do.
I get some really boring magazines and read them slowly.
Five minutes and you'll be out like a light.
- I'll try that.
- Gardening magazines are great.
Hey, Duffs, fancy doing an enema? You must be joking.
Miss Clements, they come from my heart.
Take them, Miss Clements.
They are for you.
- Stitches in one.
- I'll do him.
Baz phone?
- Be here in a minute.
- I've got no doctors.
- What about the last shift?
- Your guess is as good as mine.
- Can I help you?
- I want someone to look at this.
- .
.
I'm a prisoner of rock and roll.
- Where? On the bonnet.
And then he was off.
Last I saw of him, he was off to cash his giro.
Then he comes home, sprays ''I'm a prisoner of rock and roll'' on the Vauxhall and disappears in the bleedin' car.
Been playing in Daddy's garage?
- She doesn't drink milk.
- It's best if she does.
- That'll make her better?
- It'll help.
We need to find out if it was the garage.
That's important, Sophie, so we can make you better.
- Know how long I've been waiting?
- Not as long as some people.
That makes it all right, then, I suppose.
Two hours, 13 minutes.
During which time I saw two nurses going off for tea.
Probably their break.
I'll give you a small injection to numb this.
I'm going to join BUPA.
Been meaning to for years.
Ow! It might help if you kept still, Mr.
Cartwright.
What are you doing up there? Ooh.
It's quite a deep cut, I'm afraid.
Lucky I didn't bleed to death, time I was kept hanging about.
- I told you she didn't drink milk.
- It don't matter.
They're all the same, men.
They just spend all day messing about with their cars down the garages.
Not a thought, leaving chemicals lying around for the kids to drink.
- Till one of them dies, that is.
- Mrs.
Jones, we need to let Sophie talk.
Now, was it the garage, pet? Tell the nurse.
You must know.
Did you drink something in Daddy's garage?
- I knew it.
- You're making it worse for her.
- She doesn't know what it'll be.
- The police can bring in the stuff.
Then we'll give you something to make you better.
- Are you gonna be a brave girl?
- Is she gonna be all right?
- The doctor will be here soon.
- Quiet now, the nurse has got a needle.
Oh, Mrs.
Jones.
I heard a woman d*ed here cos one of your lot overlooked her causes.
I'm not sure how brain damage would come into it, in your case.
Very funny.
What rank are you?
- Charge nurse.
- I've a mind to report you.
- Who's your boss?
- Me.
Oh.
The price of this tea is beyond the conceivable restraints understood to be statutory in a nation of wealth! I tell you, the air is thick with poisons! Here, Miss, beware.
When the lungs die, the delicate tissues that makes them up dies from bad air.
And fornication.
- Fornication.
- Starchy! And is there any chance of mending the window? I've phoned Maintenance half a dozen times already.
- I'll go round meself.
- (Laughs) I knew you would.
Caesar must be lonely now you're on nights.
Some chance.
So lonely he chucked me.
Lovely girl like you? Must be out of his mind.
- See you later.
- See you later.
My son's got one of those.
It drives me mad.
- Megan.
- What? Remind me why I started this shift.
Um, teamwork.
Flexibility.
Touch of kamikaze.
- Thank you.
- Is it that bad? From above I get threats, from below I get flowers.
You're late.
Yes.
A bit under the weather.
Nothing work won't cure.
Keep singing.
Charlie.
I won't be a minute, Mr.
Cartwright.
- I need a doctor.
Where's Baz?
- On her way.
The police coming?
- I'm worried.
- I'll get Baz to look at her
- What's going on?
- Won't be a minute, Mr.
Cartwright.
A burnt hand came in.
Can you do that one? I shouldn't leave her.
- Just have to wait, then.
- Is anyone seeing to me? Won't be a minute, Mr.
Cartwright.
God, but you're beautiful.
(Horn blares) You maniac, Ewart! I could have k*lled you! Can't see how it would have been my fault.
- Those things should be banned.
- Yes, Baz.
And I'm not spending another six months on the night shift.
I should be having affairs, writing articles, not sellotaping drunks.
I'm serious.
I'll get on to the BMA.
Baz, you're a good doctor.
A rotten driver.
- It was
- You'll escape soon.
Just not yet.
You're manipulative, stubborn and selfish.
Never all at once.
(Woman) Offload in Algiers, then over to them.
The papers are through and I'm not paying a penny more.
Look out! (Screaming) My God.
The poisoning girl needs to come in for 24 hours.
- I'll talk to the paediatrician.
- Good evening, Dr Samuels.
Sorry, Charlie.
Couldn't wake up.
I was having this really weird dream.
Was I wearing my Bacardi shorts? And a bright orange T
-shirt.
Thought you only dreamt in black and white.
Doctors dream in colour.
It's one of the privileges of the job.
There's a burnt hand in three.
He's not talking.
OK.
24
-hour observation.
- That's what Baz said, yeah.
- She hardly looked at her.
- Nothing to decide.
- Now I've got to phone round for a bed.
Bully them.
There's always a bed somewhere.
One day there won't be.
Burns like that don't just appear.
That's chemical.
Where did you get it? I dunno.
We load all sorts down the docks.
I'll finish the stitches, Doctor.
So you're not saying?
- I dunno.
- Yes, you do.
Sit there and stew until you remember.
I don't know what it is.
Susie.
Susie.
- Susie, someone's stolen my flowers.
- Kuba.
- Keep your samples to yourself.
- No, it's water.
I put the flowers in the water to keep them fresh, and now somebody walks into my room and then steals them.
Can you believe it? (Phone)
- Hello.
Casualty.
- (Other phone rings) Can you just hold on a second, please? Thank you.
Hello.
Casualty.
Yes? Yes, go on.
How many? Baz! ETA two minutes, 36.
32 seconds.
Out.
(Choral singing) Into the valley of the shadow of death we will go.
- Are Control onto Casualty?
- At this very moment.
- Which hospital?
- Ewart Plimmer's little radicals.
Is that seven or 11? I want any information you've got.
Kuba, cup of tea for cubicle three.
We're gonna be busy.
I hear you.
They were the sweetest smelling
- Sorry I was late.
- Not as late as Miss GTI.
My alar OK.
My alarm slept through me.
Oh, that is beautiful.
- What's happening?
- No ambulance report.
At least seven casualties.
Some sort of leak at East Docks.
- The woman who called was hysterical.
- How many are we getting?
- All of them.
We're nearest.
- Ewart?
- Susie's bleeping him.
- Have you finished? I've had enough.
I'm just getting your prescription.
I've been here over three hours and not set eyes on a doctor.
- You're looking at one.
- You do the laying on of hands?
- Very funny.
- Not as funny as your lad over there.
- Look at that.
Crochet.
- Very nice, Mr.
Cartwright.
- No signs of brain death?
- Not as such, no.
- What?
- Shut one eye.
- Why?
- How many fingers? You're having me on.
One.
- Oh, dear.
- What?
- What's she on about?
- (Phone) Take these.
If you suffer repeated headaches, give us a ring.
- I'm all right, though?
- Course you are.
Just remember golf's an outdoor sport.
- She was having me on.
- Get those three here fast.
- Get all contaminated clothes off.
- What's going on? We're getting busy.
Take your prescription and get off to bed.
- Not till I get a sorry out of her.
- Will you shut up?
- Can you say that again?
- My MP's gonna know about this.
- I've never known a place like this.
- Ambulance bay.
Baz'll fill you in.
This stuff could be nasty.
Megan, how's Duffy getting on?
- Still fighting for a bed.
- Get her out.
We need the cubicles.
- The hospital's full.
- Shout at them.
- You want another complaint?
- That's what Ewart's there for.
- Cup of tea.
- Oh, ta.
- What about my hand?
- Whatever Miss Baz decides.
They don't believe I don't know how I done it.
- What's this?
- Some burn.
- Let me see.
- Are you a doctor?
- Hospital porter.
- Should you be doing this, then? Garlic.
- I never touch the stuff.
- No, the smell.
- Yeah.
That's horrible.
- I remember somewhere before.
I don't know what it is.
I've no idea.
- It's most interesting.
- You'll tell them, will you? Yeah.
Garlic.
Garlic.
I heard.
I'll set up in the staff room.
I want to keep it low
-key.
- (Man) I needed somewhere to live.
- No, it's quiet.
- I needed somewhere!
- And all calls through me.
Understand?
- Right, Mr.
Harris.
- I'm not leaving! I'm not asking you to.
Come and sit down quietly.
- I don't know where
- It's not the last you'll hear of me.
I know my home was full of headbangers, but they're thinking I'm one of them.
- But you don't expect it, do you?
- What? Your home is your castle.
They said They said I no longer needed full
-time looking after.
''Out into the world with you,'' that's what they said.
Mountview Hospital was my home.
(Sobs)
- About time too.
- Sorry.
- Where's Kuba?
- He's busy.
Symptoms? Abdominal pains, general weakness, headache.
- That could mean 1,000 things.
- You're the experts.
Next!
- What have we got?
- Abdominal pains, headache.
- You'll be all right.
- Nice and easy.
What happened?
- Easy, now.
Easy.
- (Man wheezes) That's a nasty burn.
I'll give you something to help you breathe.
- I'll have to cut your vest off.
- Lift your head up for me.
- Sorry, mate.
- Breathe as easy as you can.
No medical history.
- John Alan Price.
That right?
- Hello, Mr.
Price.
Two endorsements.
(Tuts)
- Can I help?
- We're OK, thanks.
- I need to brief you.
- Five minutes.
- Right, Mr.
Price
- Call this organization?
- What's your name?
- Robert Palmer.
- How are you feeling?
- Pains in my stomach.
- My skin's burning.
- How near were you to the canister?
- I ran.
- Cubicle six.
- It's not my job.
- Oh, for heaven's sake.
Nurse!
- (Mutters)
- Cubicle six.
Registrar's on his way down.
Mr.
Ponting.
Every second I delay here, my ambulance is off the road.
One, do not use your siren on the forecourt.
And two, don't speak to me or any of my staff like that again.
Thank you.
Pompous oaf.
Check BP and set him up on a monitor.
Mr.
Plimmer.
(Ewart) Charlie.
- Anything, call us.
- Yeah.
So far seven dock workers have been poisoned loading a ship
- for who knows where, with
- Who knows what? Right.
It could be very newsworthy, so we're on show.
The roar of the greasepaint, smell of the crowd.
- Dr Ellison is on his way down.
- Oh, he'll make it a training exercise.
Yes, and I want you both on your best behavior.
- (Siren)
- I'll go.
- Colorful place, this.
- I could do without Dr Kildare tonight.
Lean on me, Baz Samuels.
I am your friend.
- Charlie, convulsions.
- What are you doing leaving him?
- Clive, you OK?
- Yeah, fine, fine.
- Oh, I can see you've been drinking.
- Now, wait a minute.
- Are you saying it's not true?
- Megan If we don't come in here sharp, we are out on our heels.
This unit is alive by the skin of its teeth.
Stand back! Stand back! The black horses pound!
- Mr.
Harris, stop that at once!
- Stand back at once! No! If you don't behave, Beelzebub will descend the dark red sky at 1:30am precisely.
Bed, social worker, or out.
- Condition?
- Burns, but not as severe.
Cubicle three.
Garlic.
Excuse me.
None of them are dead yet, are they? Not as far as I know.
Are you a relative?
- In a way, yes.
- Admissions will keep you posted.
I'll show you.
- More on the way.
- You assist here.
Baz? Yeah.
- (Megan) Not nice.
- (Baz) No.
Ewart, press on the line.
I'll take it in the staff room.
- Can I help?
- No, no.
I'm fine.
Thanks.
Go ahead, caller.
You're through.
- What's the news on the other patient?
- Shall I check? It's very slow.
Yeah, would you? (Coughing) How did you get here? You weren't there when the ambulance came.
- I burnt my hand.
- What have you told them? Nothing.
What's going on? What's happening? Excuse me.
Haven't forgotten you.
I'll see you later.
It's chaos out there.
Where the hell is King? Can you manage on your own? Sure.
But you are the only one who knows this guy exists.
- I don't want to play detective.
- I swear, I am telling the truth.
- I remember the case.
- Could I use your phone? There's a payphone on the wall.
Susie, we could save lives.
- Think of Mr.
Plimmer.
- What's he got to do with it? The honor of the night shift is at stake.
- It's an emergency like any other.
- Susie, please.
You hadn't better be winding me up, Kuba.
What do you mean, you don't know? That's why I'm here, isn't it? It'll be more than money if we don't find out what that stuff is.
- (Continuous beep)
- (Megan) Baz!
- Baz, he's arrested!
- Charlie! Crash team.
And get Ewart.
Shut up, Frank.
I've just seen someone.
I can't explain.
I'll speak to you later.
(Continuous beep) (Irregular beeping) (King) Stand back.
One, two, three, four, five Close the door.
No one'll come by this time of night.
- Are you sure it comes under P?
- Absolutely, yes.
I don't wanna be here all night.
1979.
The case just the same.
He was a farmer.
- I must be mad doing this.
- You have nothing to fear.
If the night sister comes, I will take responsibility.
Stand back.
- (Continuous beep)
- One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four Excuse me.
Would you mind waiting over there for a second? I'll explain why.
Ladies and gentlemen.
There's been an incident involving a number of casualties.
- (Pop music playing)
- Susie We're going to be busy here for some time.
I'm advising those patients with transport to try other hospitals.
I'm very sorry if you've been kept waiting.
I'm sure you'll appreciate, this kind of thing can't be anticipated.
Thank you.
I'll be with you in a minute.
- Evening, Ewart.
- Evening.
- Interviews?
- Not yet.
They're too ill.
How is it? God knows what this stuff is, but if one canister can do that The firemen are using breathing apparatus.
We've cordoned off the dockside.
- Any leads?
- Sod all.
- You'll have the press onto this.
- On their way.
I was gonna have a quiet night.
Paperwork, coffee, World Service.
Nothing grand.
- Sorry.
I left my violin in the office.
- Ha bloody ha.
I'll certify death.
Let me know when the relatives arrive.
They'll need me for the others.
Not your night, love.
Baz.
Hello.
It's me, Dannie Bennett.
- Oh, of course.
Hello, Dannie.
- Hello.
Have you got a moment? Uh I'm rather up to my eyes.
Of course you are.
How are the dockers? One just d*ed.
- Oh, are you?
- No.
Press.
- Maybe later.
- OK.
I'll wait.
- How many we got?
- Six.
The rest were first aid on site.
No, no.
I'll ring back.
Five.
- We lost one.
- Relatives? Baz'll do it.
Don't get involved.
Blood and guts I can handle.
This sort of thing They were moonlighting.
No safety, nothing.
You'd think it was some kind of honour they were protecting, not some pokey job for a bent employer who hasn't got the decency to tell them what muck they're shifting.
We've got the press and they won't go away.
- Charlie, hang on.
Clive.
- Still hunt
-the
-thimble? Megan.
Just so we're all clear, if they don't find what this stuff is, we'll have more dead.
Dr Ellison's already talking about organ transplants.
- Can someone do the relatives?
- Is anyone looking at me? Thanks, Megan.
How's the little girl? Duffy got her a bed.
TLC for 24 hours, see what comes up.
- Great.
- Any clues on this chemical? No, just a deadly hush.
Right, onwards.
Look.
''Britten, Graham.
Farm labourer.
Chemical burns.
'' That's it.
- Parathion.
- The name I tried to remember.
Parathion.
Yes, that's it.
''Used as insecticide in concentration three to ten.
'' ''Burns to the upper arm, face and throat.
'' Same symptoms.
Exactly.
I remember the farmer's face, fat as a football.
- I think you've cracked it.
- When I remember, I never forget.
You little genius.
(Coughing) Mrs.
Price? Mrs.
Price, could I have a little word, please?
- What's happening?
- Er, Mrs.
Price Thank you.
- Charlie!
- Where the hell have you been?
- It's parathion, Charlie.
- What? Chemical in the docks.
Parathion.
Kuba, the department is full of casualties.
It is no joke.
I remember the smell.
- Cubicle four to X
-ray.
- Charlie.
Now.
Oh, that's it.
You have a good cry.
That's it.
Good girl.
Good girl.
Sorry.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
It's good to cry.
Good girl.
Good girl.
I'm sorry, but my conscience will not allow me to submit.
- This card is seven years old.
- I know this.
But the symptoms are the same.
Like hundreds of chemical burns.
Why should these match?
- Garlic.
- What? Garlic.
- Kuba, if you think I'm
- Baz, you have to believe me.
Charlie thinks I'm making up some stories, but I know.
- What?
- Kuba thinks he's got it.
- Just look, please.
- Where did you get this? Files.
Hypersalivation, constricted pupils, fasciculation
- It's similar, but true of a lot of burns.
- I've been telling him that.
- But I feel it in my bones.
- Charlie, who are you onto?
- Poisons unit.
- Keep them on the line.
I want to check something out.
Kuba might be onto something.
- Any change?
- Pretty stable.
Good.
What d'you smell?
- Burning.
- As well as that.
Garlic.
I was just asking, like, you know.
Read about this bloke, drowned
- Four hours later
- I'm sorry.
Mrs.
Price, your husband d*ed about 20 minutes ago.
I am sorry.
It would never have happened before before he went on the dole.
He'd do anything just so as the girls could you know, look proper.
- Dressed.
- Yes, I know.
I know.
I'm going to go and make you a nice cup of tea, OK? Good girl.
Good girl.
Parathion.
P
-A
-R
-A
-T
-H
-l
-O
-N.
Like now.
Everything, what it was used for, whatever you've got.
Ten to one we don't stock the antidote.
Try the numbers in there, big hospitals first.
Birmingham's usually a good bet.
Go ahead.
At this stage, I can't be more specific.
You're fighting for the night shift.
Will the death of a disaster victim help your cause or hinder it? You can't judge efficiency in that way.
But this tragedy is highlighting the need for small departments.
No doctor takes pleasure in death.
Our job is to save lives.
But if, by coincidence, the need for this department is advertised,
- I've no objection to that.
- Thank you.
Ewart Plimmer outside Casualty at Holby Hospital, as the dockside disaster unfolds.
What'd the police say? What about a helicopter? No, I'm not joking.
Good.
We're on.
- How long to wait?
- Anything up to an hour.
Could you take a picture of me when the helicopter lands?
- What for?
- To send to my mother.
''Dear Mum, I do a proper job really.
''This is me by an expensive helicopter.
Love, Charlie.
''
- She's not as bad as that, is she?
- Nah.
I'm just not glamorous enough for her.
Double egg, fried bread, chips, beans and sausage.
End of shift? How can I refuse? Dannie.
Hang on a sec.
You want to talk?
- Will the others live?
- If the antidote comes in time.
- My God.
- Why didn't you tell us? If you knew, why the hell didn't you tell us? I won't give you the full history.
All you need to know is I took over Dad's company three years ago.
I can't tell you what a state it was in.
Tax problems, embezzled funds.
Not to mention 162 jobs at stake.
The choice was obvious.
Stay straight and go down or bend the rules and pray no one notices.
I've become one of the new entrepreneurs.
And? The canisters get sent to a Dutch export company and then on to the Middle East.
But no questions asked.
Then tonight.
I swear to God if I'd known what that stuff was, I'd have told you.
It's too late for all that.
How could you not think what might happen? Dannie, you've just k*lled a man.
My patient.
I should be so angry with you.
But I can't be bothered.
You'll pay for it anyway.
How many innocent people have d*ed because of that stuff? Did she tell you what the parathion was used for? Not as weedkiller, not where she was shipping it.
- Most likely used by the m*llitary.
- Oh, no.
Not chemical weapons? Anything's possible in the Middle East.
- I thought all that stuff was banned.
- It is, officially.
It's mad, absolutely mad.
What gets me is that stuff's being used to k*ll people and she knew.
How could you not ask questions if you knew that? Grow another skin.
People will keep quiet if the money is right.
- How are they?
- With any luck, they'll pull through.
- Where were you?
- Bit of the ceiling fell in Maternity.
- What did you do?
- Put up a sign.
''Falling masonry.
''
- That's preventive medicine.
- Thanks, Baz.
- Charlie wants you to check them.
- See you later.
See you.
- How are you feeling?
- Dreadful.
Must be the flu.
Don't say there's a lot of it about, or I'll scream.
- Who was that?
- Read tomorrow's newspaper.
We should keep them under obs for two days.
- Who rings for the beds?
- Toss for it.
- Heads or tails?
- Heads.
- Tails.
You ring for the beds.
- That was rigged.
You casting aspersions on Her Majesty's coins? No, I'm saying you cheated.
You're a sore loser.
Talking of which, don't you owe Kuba an apology?
- What for?
- You dismissed the evidence.
Parathion, remember? Got there in the end.
Seriously, probably saved a couple of lives tonight.
Yeah, you're right.
You know what I want now?
- Yes, Baz?
- Charlie.
Sorry.
It's not really the night, but I thought you ought to see it.
- When did it happen?
- Last week.
- And it was the second time?
- In four months.
He'll lose his license, of course.
They were both drink
-driving offences? Nothing to do with King being black? Black or white, he was drunk.
- Does the Nurses' Council know?
- No.
I shouldn't have leaked this, but with the publicity you're getting Oh, yes, of course.
Right.
Back to the cop shop.
You handled that journalist well.
- I was dreadful.
- Calm, that's the main thing.
- Could have done without it.
- Price of fame.
Thanks for this.
Can't say it's a pleasure.
(Megan) Do you know what Ewart listens to on those headphones?
- It's all that classical stuff.
- Not at all.
That's all a front.
She's telling us a tall one.
May God strike me down as a liar if this is not true.
What? Go on, then.
Tell us.
- Richard Clayderman.
- (Duffy) He doesn't? Clayderman.
Moody Moments.
- Moody Moments?
- Something like that.
And you've seen him do a bit of a tango in the office? You believe what you like, Clive.
I have heard it with my little ears.
I don't think we should be talking of Mr.
Plimmer in this way.
- Richard Clayderman, though.
- Roll on 7 am.
I can feel my bed calling me.
Megan, Megan Come home to your shee
- Anybody seen Charlie?
- (Duffy) Disappeared.
You did well tonight.
- All of you.
- Don't go overboard, Ewart.
You might regret it.
Kuba.
- Heard about your loss.
- (All) Aaah! (Duffy) Sweet.
Thank you very much, Charlie.
Thank you.
I'd like to thank you for finding the chemical and saving lives.
- (Megan) Yes, well done.
- (King) Nice one, Kuba.
Nice, nice.
- They are beautiful.
- Yeah.
Nicked them from a bed in Lawson's Ward.