Cardiac Arrest (1994–1996): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Killing Season - full transcript
(Laughter, shrieking)
(Boy) When | grow up,
/ want to be a doctor
cos when people get sick
/ want to make them better
The social event of the year.
A mess party, tonight.
— I'm in.
— Knew | could count on you, mate. Monique?
Sorry. Count me out. Have to study.
Fair enough.
Ladies. Tonight could be your lucky night.
Morning, ladies. Just popped up
to remind you that tonight's the night.
Mess party. Doctors’ mess, eight till Late.
If you can't be good, be safe.
Cheers, yeah. Can't wait.
We'll have our dancing trousers on, won't we?
— Just try and stop us.
— Brill See you there.
— Are you going?
— Sex—starved doctors slavering over me?
No fear. You?
Nah. (Giggles)
Have, er... Have you heard from Mick?
Yeah. He left a note saying
he'd get the rest of his stuff at the weekend.
Couldn't say it to me face, like, the bastard.
Ah, I'm sorry, pet.
What are they like, men, man?
Best thing you can do is go out and pounce on
a bloke before Mick's side of the bed gets cold.
— Do you reckon?
— Yeah.
Have you...
Have you seen Dr Turner's new houseman?
Aye. That's a poor filling
for a pair of trousers, isn't it?
Look. Maybe it's time you stopped
getting messed around by the bastards
and settled for a bloke
that's not gonna give you a hard time.
I've left Mr Turner's notes
in the back of the car. I'll be about ten minutes.
No problem.
There you are. I'll be back in a minute.
Hello. Can | speak to Dr Sonia Evans, please?
This is Dr Broome.
Well, I'LL wait.
— Monica?
— Yeah?
— What are we gonna do about Mr Burton?
— I've clerked him in,
taken the bloods,
written up his drug chart and consented him.
| need to book him into theatre, see the
anaesthetist and chase up his barium studies.
— You couldn't phone the porters?
— Yeah, sure.
Oh, hello, there.
| was wondering if there was any chance
of you doing Friday's take for me, please?
— Did | tell you? There's a party Friday.
— I'm doing a late on Friday.
There's bound to be someone who'll do a swap.
If not, you can always call in sick.
Thanks anyway.
Porters? This is Dr Broome. I've got a patient
that needs to go to theatre by two from L10.
Still no signs. Do you keep birds as pets?
No.
— Thanks.
— Find out if he's gay or a junkie.
Now, I'm afraid Mrs Began
doesn't speak any English.
Then stuff her. I'm not a frigging vet.
Thank you.
(# Dj Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince.
Boom! Shake The Room)
— Gonna buy me a drink?
— Are you gonna sleep with me?
— No.
— Then | won't waste my money on a drink.
— Hiya!
— Hello!
— Hiya.
— Hey.
We were just saying
there was a lack of fanciable fellas around.
And you've just proved it.
James? Have you been keeping secrets
from your best mate Raj?
No, no secrets, mate. Katrina, Raj.
I'll just get a couple of drinks.
I'm sure | can trust you two together.
So how do you know James?
He placed an advert
in the personal column of a magazine.
"Man who's done everything
seeks woman who'll try anything."
(Roars)
— Andrew?
— Hiya.
— Thought you couldn't make it either.
— What a day. | hope it'll be a quiet night.
Now you've done it.
You've just cursed us with a sleepless one.
— Oh, have I? Sorry.
— Course you haven't.
Listen, I've just been bleeped
about a chest pain in casualty.
That idiot refers everything
so it's bound to be musculoskeletal
— but | suppose I'd better go anyway.
— Yeah, OK.
— Listen, your public calls.
— Yeah.
— Check you later.
— See ya.
— Hey, Andrew.
— Hiya. What's up?
Oh, no. No, no, no. Thanks.
Andrew!
Dance! Boom! Shake, shake the room!
Boom!
— All right.
— Are you not drinking, love?
— | can't. I'm on duty.
— Have a drink!
Hiya. You all right?
— Ee, you poor soul!
— (Bleeping)
Whoa, whoa! That's me, that's me.
Gotta go. Gotta go. OK.
— Sorry. I'll see you, yeah?
— Yeah, OK.
— | think he's pisht.
— You cow.
— You fancy him!
— | do not fancy him.
| don't like it here any more.
— Take me home, Raj.
— This way.
— Do you have a room in the hospital?
— Yeah, yeah.
Shall we go there?
You don't have to if you don't want to.
No, | want to, all right. Don't you worry.
God. | hardly recognised you
without your uniform on.
| was saying to myself, "Who's that gorgeous
student nurse no one's introduced me to?”
Dr Mortimer, are you trying to chat me up?
No, I'm just practising
till someone decent comes along.
You don't seem very bothered that
your lady friend went off with another bloke.
She's no lady friend of mine. | got her number
from a mate so | could fix her up with Raj.
Let's just say that the sex machine of
the subcontinent's in for a bit of a shock.
(Raj grunting and groaning)
Yes!
Come on, then, big boy.
(Two short bleeps)
(Man) Please call Crippen ward, 2650.
(Engaged tone)
(Engaged tone)
(Sighs)
Tried to phone but it was engaged.
— How can | help you?
— Mrs Pitkin's Venflon's blocked.
Can you try flushing it, please?
— Hello, Ada.
— Sorry you've been disturbed on my account.
You look ever so tired.
Have you been working
since | saw you yesterday afternoon?
Yeah.
If | wasn't attached to all this paraphernalia,
I'd make you a cup of hot, sweet tea.
Do that when you're better. And I'll expect
a piece of that famous fruitcake as well.
I've saved a piece for you.
Aren't there any IV—trained nurses?
The night sister wasn't about.
| know it's not your fault, but it's a bit much
that a doctor has to be called out of bed
just to squirt some water down a tube.
Come on.
You'll be finished in a couple of hours anyway.
It's not right, is it, Andrew,
you coming on the ward at night?
| still see you here during the daytime.
No rest for the stupid.
| wonder if anyone's noticed that | fiddled
the rotas, that we're always on call together.
Jennifer's taken some convincing
that | need to stay in hospital overnight
when my firm's on take.
Perhaps she's noticed
that there is something new in my life.
Something important. Er...Claire. | erm...
Mm?
Sorry, Simon. | was miles away.
Ah, nothing.
— Ada Pitkin.
— Remind me.
Primary breast carcinoma,
widespread bony metastases,
came in in renal failure.
Urea 42, crytaline 600, potassium 6.7.
— What's the calcium?
— | don't think I've done it.
Then do it. Think, Andrew.
That's what you're paid to do.
Check U&Es and phone the lab for the results.
And don't let that potassium rise any.
— Any worries, bleep me.
— All right.
— She's a cold fish, that one.
— Ah, she knows her stuff.
I'd sooner have a doctor like you any day.
Thanks.
— Did you ask him, then?
— Actually, | don't even think | fancy the fella.
Oh... Give the poor bloke a chance, man.
— Well, | think...
— What?
| think he's still a virgin.
Better that than some bloke who's gonna
have it away every time your back's turned.
You thought Mick was the one,
and look what he did to you.
No, it's time you settled down, man.
Just look at me.
Best thing | ever did, that, settling down.
(Steady beeping)
(Betancourt) You're not knitting a jumper
for your husband now, dear.
Come closer.
Wake up, treacle, or the only scrubbing
you'll ever be doing will be the kitchen floor.
| take it you're not much in favour
of the Woman's Movement then, Mr B?
Au contraire, James.
| hate it when they just lie there.
(Tuts) Monica...
When you've got a minute, can you have a look
at Mrs Singh? She seems short of breath.
There was that German registrar.
She could throw a scalpel around.
Looked like a Russian shot—putter, though.
Ah, cutting as ever, Mr B.
Must have your patients in stitches.
Ah-ha-ha, James.
— Monica.
— Thank you.
(Cricket on TV)
(Men) Mmm!
(Sniggering)
Would you come and see Mr Russell, please?
He needs writing up for some Gaviscon.
Right. Thanks.
That was pharmacy. They're not happy
to dispense one of your prescriptions.
(Pager) Andrew, it’s Dr Turner.
Would you pop down to Outpatients, please?
They told me
my cancer's spread to my bones now.
Does that mean I'm going to die soon?
Yes.
I'm afraid it does.
Thank you, Andrew.
First doctor who's had
the decency to be honest with me.
| have my grandchildren
coming to see me this evening.
— How many grandchildren have you got, Ada?
— (Continuous beep)
— Oh. One of your leads has come out.
— (Ada mumbles)
Want to shock her, Andrew?
Andrew? You have to defibrillate.
Stop external cardiac massage, please.
No output. VF. 200 joules, please.
Turn the charge selector to 200,
Put the paddles on the chest
then press the button Labelled Charge.
Shock, please.
| heard you got caught
in Crippen ward with your pants down.
| tell you,
it's no fun being screwed by Claire Maitland.
— Oh, | don’t know.
— (Pager beeps)
(Woman) Cardiac arrest...
And clear.
— Adrenalin, one milligram, please.
— I'm going to intubate.
(Claire)
Sister, start external cardiac massage now.
One, two, three, four, five...
Thinking about coming for some lunch?
I'm thinking, how come everybody else seems
to have found the knack of being happy?
Oh...
— Shock again.
— There's still 360.
Any higher and she'll be grilled like a haddock.
— OK. Everybody clear.
— Shock, please.
Now asystole.,
Resume external cardiac massage, please.
Adrenalin and atropine to Andrew.
One, two, three, four, five...
Is she really for resus?
More adrenalin.
Resume external cardiac massage, please.
Come on. Come on.
Two, three, four, five...
One, two, three, four, five.
This lady's dead.
(Claire) Thank you, everybody.
You, houseman. Do you want to practise
intubation before rigor sets in?
Lunchtime already?
| thought | was feeling a bit peckish.
— You coming, Andrew?
— | was just so utterly useless.
Next time you won't be.
You come out of medical school
knowing bugger all.
Suddenly you're expected to cope with anything.
It's no wonder August is the killing season.
Newly—qualified doctors hit the wards
and the hospital mortality rates shoot sky high.
We all kill a few people while we're learning.
Raj, I'm worried about Monica.
She's really down, you know?
Of course she is. In this job,
you stand out if you're not miserable.
Yes, but I'm worried about her.
And I'm worried about finding this set of notes
before ward round, OK?
It's always beaten me
why some people think arrests are stressful.
The patient's dead.
It's hardly as if you could make things worse.
— | killed her.
— What, put a knife in, a bullet in her brain?
— No.
— Then you didn't kill her.
| was so busy | forgot to check her potassium.
And you knew, didn't you? You knew.
You wouldn't normally try to bring back
a patient with terminal cancer.
I'm enquiring about a patient's results.
Ada Pitkin, Crippen Ward,
U&E's from this morning.
She arrested right in front of me
and | just flapped uselessly.
Thank you. 7.9.
— That's high enough to kill her.
— The results should have been phoned down.
No. I've been negligent.
There's a difference
between negligence and error.
Close ranks and bury your mistakes?
That might be you but it's not me.
(Phone)
Do we have that amylase yet on Mrs Potter?
— Not raised.
— Good.
What a day, eh?
Do you ever wish, you know,
you weren't a doctor?
Sometimes I'd rather be a prostitute in a zoo.
It must be harder for you than most, what with
having kids and primary to revise for.
Have you found those notes?
Mr Docherty'LL be here any minute.
May | see the chest X-ray
on Brian Weller, please?
It's being kept for reporting by the radiologist.
I'd still like to see it for myself if that's OK.
As | said, Doctor,
the X-ray will be kept for reporting.
Look. | don't really care whether | see the
X-rays or not. It's not me who may have TB.
But Mr Weller and his family will be concerned
if his treatment's delayed because the doctor
wasn't allowed to see the X-ray.
So, you can either give me the X-ray
or I'll take your name
and I'll write it on the form as being the person
responsible when the hospital gets sued.
— Diane!
— Hello, stranger.
Oh. | know, I'm sorry.
I've been meaning to call.
What are you doing here?
| bet it's you, young lady.
— Can | listen to that?
— Yeah, of course you can.
Put it round your ears.
Yeah. And then lift up this
and then you can hear your own heart.
Can you hear it? Yeah, it's good, isn't it?
— I've got my scan today, so...
— Oh, right. Listen, I'll ring. | promise.
— In the week.
— OK. Nice to see you.
— Thank you, Lucy. Thank you.
— Say bye-bye.
— Bye.
— Bye.
Thank you.
There's a night out tonight
for one of the auxiliaries who's leaving.
| was wondering whether you...
| wish | could work out
how come Mrs Began was anaemic.
Andrew, | was wondering
whether you'd like to come along.
Mr Weller's X-rays.
| spent all day yesterday
trying to get hold of them.
Quick round before | go to clinic?
Tell me, how fares Mrs Connelly?
— That's her being portered away, Mr Docherty.
— Not too chipper today, then.
Oh. Dear me.
| am sorry. Wasn't she the lady with the...the...
— The pacemaker? Yes.
— The, er... Yes.
After this morning,
the least you can do is take me out for a drink.
— (Pager)
— Stallion.
— Er... Pacemaker. Make a note of that.
— Yeah.
— (Phone)
— Excuse me.
— Dr Broome.
— Hi. Any news about next week?
I'm really sorry
but | have to study for my primary.
Monica,
you know Mum and Dad are counting on us.
Peter, how many times do we have to...
(Line goes dead)
Monica?
— Good afternoon, Andrew.
— Good afternoon.
My apologies for being late.
The medical directorate meeting overran.
— Shall we survey the punters?
— Before we do the ward round,
| wondered if | might have a word with you
about something.
Certainly.
Is everything all right, Andrew?
No, I'm afraid not, Dr Turner.
Erm... Mrs Pitkin, the elderly lady
with renal failure. She died at midday today.
— Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
— | didn't watch her potassium closely enough
and she suffered a VF arrest.
Patients with widespread malignancy
often pass away suddenly like this.
What I'm saying is it was my lapse
in monitoring her renal failure
that led to her death.
As | say, such patients are prone
to leave us in this manner,
suddenly, and, of course, tragically.
Good afternoon, Dr Turner.
Andrew's just brought me up to date
with the tragic news about Mrs Pitkin.
— Yes, the breast cancer.
— Renal failure.
Biochemistry didn't phone through
with the urgent results.
We got the results later but she was already
on an insulin dextrose infusion anyway.
Dr Turner, Mrs Pitkin's family are here.
| should speak with them.
Son and daughter-in-law.
I'm Graham Turner, the consultant
who was looking after your mother.
Please accept my condolences for your Loss.
— Thank you, Doctor.
— You must forgive me. | have a ward round.
I'm sure that Dr Maitland
will answer any questions that you may have.
Andrew, shall we make a start?
Hello again, Doctor.
Hello, Mr Pitkin. | really am very sorry.
Andrew.
If you'd like to come into the Sister's office.
Please. Come and sit down.
Firstly, on behalf of all the doctors and nurses
who cared for Ada,
I'd like to express my sympathy for your loss.
As you know, your mother had breast cancer,
and, regrettably, this had spread to her bones.
Quite simply, she was too frail
to resist the advance of the disease.
She didn't suffer, did she, Doctor?
| can give you my complete assurance
that she passed away very suddenly
and didn't suffer for even a moment.
(# Rolf Harris: Stairway To Heaven)
Do you dye your hair?
No.
Well, you ought to.
# There's a sign on the wall,
but she wants to be sure
# Cos you know
sometimes words have two meanings #
— You made it, then?
— Yeah. Made it.
You're wearing your glasses.
— Yeah.
— You look nice with your glasses on.
— Would you like a drink?
— Erm...just an orange juice. I'm driving.
(Both giggle)
Whoooo!
Come here!
Get off me!
Your place or mine?
Yours. The doctors’ rooms are so much nicer.
— Not that | know.
— Is that why they call you Nurse White Coat?
As in “Anything in a..." Oh!
Before we go any further,
you've got to agree to Raj's sex contract.
No snogging. No saying at any point
during the sex act,
"| don't normally do this, you know.”
And no liking me as a person afterwards.
— No danger of any of them.
— Come ‘ere.
Oh!
What kind of girl do you think | am?
Tits first.
(Raj chuckles)
Woargh!
Italy... Uruguay ... Brazil... France...
— What are you on about?
— World Cup winners. Keeps me going.
Brazil... England... England... Aah...
— Raj, would you do something for me?
— Argentina...
Would you get something for me?
— West Germany... Argentina...
— Do it to me with your white coat on.
(Raj groans)
Okey—doke. Thanks.
Oh, there you are.
| thought I'd catch you before | go to break.
— Still all right for tonight?
— Should be, yeah.
| hope | get off on time tonight. | must have
stayed back quarter of an hour every night.
| reckon I'm about due some time owing.
— So what time do you finish tonight?
— Two hours ago.
I'm not allowed to claim time owing.
— Come in.
— Hello, Doctor,
| hope I'm not disturbing you. | just popped up
to leave some chocolates for the nurses.
Oh, erm... Please. Take a seat.
Mum never stopped talking about you.
How you were around night and day,
always helping with her treatment
and chatting to her.
The time you gave her
showed her that you cared so much
— and | know she'd want me to thank you.
— |lt was no trouble.
Well, | don't know whether you're interested,
but, er, | brought some pictures of Mum
from before she was taken iLL
There's so much energy, so full of life.
Well, you can see for yourself.
Yes, | can see. Erm...
You must be very busy. | won't keep you.
Er... No, Mr Pitkin. Please...erm...wait. Erm...
There's something | really have to tell you.
It was my responsibility
to keep tabs on your mother's blood tests
and, er, on the morning that she died,
| forgot.
| got caught up with other patients and...
Anyway, afterwards, the results showed
that if I'd known them sooner,
your mother might not have died.
| really am...very sorry. Er...
If you want to take action against me,
| won't hold it against you.
We're all very grateful
for the kindness you showed our mother.
| know Mum would have forgiven you.
You didn't make a mistake, Doctor.
You did fine.
Yes, yes, fascinating.
And now, tell me, Dr...er... Dr...
Erm... Did everything go according to plan
with that lady who left us yesterday?
Was everything in order for the...
for the, er...mm—mm?
Dunno. | did the cremation form and everything.
What Mr Docherty means is did you ensure
that Mrs Connelly's pacemaker was removed?
What for?
The whole point of the crem form
is to make sure pacemakers are taken out
because they're liable to detonate
at high temperatures.
Ah.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear me.
(Boy) When | grow up,
/ want to be a doctor
cos when people get sick
/ want to make them better
The social event of the year.
A mess party, tonight.
— I'm in.
— Knew | could count on you, mate. Monique?
Sorry. Count me out. Have to study.
Fair enough.
Ladies. Tonight could be your lucky night.
Morning, ladies. Just popped up
to remind you that tonight's the night.
Mess party. Doctors’ mess, eight till Late.
If you can't be good, be safe.
Cheers, yeah. Can't wait.
We'll have our dancing trousers on, won't we?
— Just try and stop us.
— Brill See you there.
— Are you going?
— Sex—starved doctors slavering over me?
No fear. You?
Nah. (Giggles)
Have, er... Have you heard from Mick?
Yeah. He left a note saying
he'd get the rest of his stuff at the weekend.
Couldn't say it to me face, like, the bastard.
Ah, I'm sorry, pet.
What are they like, men, man?
Best thing you can do is go out and pounce on
a bloke before Mick's side of the bed gets cold.
— Do you reckon?
— Yeah.
Have you...
Have you seen Dr Turner's new houseman?
Aye. That's a poor filling
for a pair of trousers, isn't it?
Look. Maybe it's time you stopped
getting messed around by the bastards
and settled for a bloke
that's not gonna give you a hard time.
I've left Mr Turner's notes
in the back of the car. I'll be about ten minutes.
No problem.
There you are. I'll be back in a minute.
Hello. Can | speak to Dr Sonia Evans, please?
This is Dr Broome.
Well, I'LL wait.
— Monica?
— Yeah?
— What are we gonna do about Mr Burton?
— I've clerked him in,
taken the bloods,
written up his drug chart and consented him.
| need to book him into theatre, see the
anaesthetist and chase up his barium studies.
— You couldn't phone the porters?
— Yeah, sure.
Oh, hello, there.
| was wondering if there was any chance
of you doing Friday's take for me, please?
— Did | tell you? There's a party Friday.
— I'm doing a late on Friday.
There's bound to be someone who'll do a swap.
If not, you can always call in sick.
Thanks anyway.
Porters? This is Dr Broome. I've got a patient
that needs to go to theatre by two from L10.
Still no signs. Do you keep birds as pets?
No.
— Thanks.
— Find out if he's gay or a junkie.
Now, I'm afraid Mrs Began
doesn't speak any English.
Then stuff her. I'm not a frigging vet.
Thank you.
(# Dj Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince.
Boom! Shake The Room)
— Gonna buy me a drink?
— Are you gonna sleep with me?
— No.
— Then | won't waste my money on a drink.
— Hiya!
— Hello!
— Hiya.
— Hey.
We were just saying
there was a lack of fanciable fellas around.
And you've just proved it.
James? Have you been keeping secrets
from your best mate Raj?
No, no secrets, mate. Katrina, Raj.
I'll just get a couple of drinks.
I'm sure | can trust you two together.
So how do you know James?
He placed an advert
in the personal column of a magazine.
"Man who's done everything
seeks woman who'll try anything."
(Roars)
— Andrew?
— Hiya.
— Thought you couldn't make it either.
— What a day. | hope it'll be a quiet night.
Now you've done it.
You've just cursed us with a sleepless one.
— Oh, have I? Sorry.
— Course you haven't.
Listen, I've just been bleeped
about a chest pain in casualty.
That idiot refers everything
so it's bound to be musculoskeletal
— but | suppose I'd better go anyway.
— Yeah, OK.
— Listen, your public calls.
— Yeah.
— Check you later.
— See ya.
— Hey, Andrew.
— Hiya. What's up?
Oh, no. No, no, no. Thanks.
Andrew!
Dance! Boom! Shake, shake the room!
Boom!
— All right.
— Are you not drinking, love?
— | can't. I'm on duty.
— Have a drink!
Hiya. You all right?
— Ee, you poor soul!
— (Bleeping)
Whoa, whoa! That's me, that's me.
Gotta go. Gotta go. OK.
— Sorry. I'll see you, yeah?
— Yeah, OK.
— | think he's pisht.
— You cow.
— You fancy him!
— | do not fancy him.
| don't like it here any more.
— Take me home, Raj.
— This way.
— Do you have a room in the hospital?
— Yeah, yeah.
Shall we go there?
You don't have to if you don't want to.
No, | want to, all right. Don't you worry.
God. | hardly recognised you
without your uniform on.
| was saying to myself, "Who's that gorgeous
student nurse no one's introduced me to?”
Dr Mortimer, are you trying to chat me up?
No, I'm just practising
till someone decent comes along.
You don't seem very bothered that
your lady friend went off with another bloke.
She's no lady friend of mine. | got her number
from a mate so | could fix her up with Raj.
Let's just say that the sex machine of
the subcontinent's in for a bit of a shock.
(Raj grunting and groaning)
Yes!
Come on, then, big boy.
(Two short bleeps)
(Man) Please call Crippen ward, 2650.
(Engaged tone)
(Engaged tone)
(Sighs)
Tried to phone but it was engaged.
— How can | help you?
— Mrs Pitkin's Venflon's blocked.
Can you try flushing it, please?
— Hello, Ada.
— Sorry you've been disturbed on my account.
You look ever so tired.
Have you been working
since | saw you yesterday afternoon?
Yeah.
If | wasn't attached to all this paraphernalia,
I'd make you a cup of hot, sweet tea.
Do that when you're better. And I'll expect
a piece of that famous fruitcake as well.
I've saved a piece for you.
Aren't there any IV—trained nurses?
The night sister wasn't about.
| know it's not your fault, but it's a bit much
that a doctor has to be called out of bed
just to squirt some water down a tube.
Come on.
You'll be finished in a couple of hours anyway.
It's not right, is it, Andrew,
you coming on the ward at night?
| still see you here during the daytime.
No rest for the stupid.
| wonder if anyone's noticed that | fiddled
the rotas, that we're always on call together.
Jennifer's taken some convincing
that | need to stay in hospital overnight
when my firm's on take.
Perhaps she's noticed
that there is something new in my life.
Something important. Er...Claire. | erm...
Mm?
Sorry, Simon. | was miles away.
Ah, nothing.
— Ada Pitkin.
— Remind me.
Primary breast carcinoma,
widespread bony metastases,
came in in renal failure.
Urea 42, crytaline 600, potassium 6.7.
— What's the calcium?
— | don't think I've done it.
Then do it. Think, Andrew.
That's what you're paid to do.
Check U&Es and phone the lab for the results.
And don't let that potassium rise any.
— Any worries, bleep me.
— All right.
— She's a cold fish, that one.
— Ah, she knows her stuff.
I'd sooner have a doctor like you any day.
Thanks.
— Did you ask him, then?
— Actually, | don't even think | fancy the fella.
Oh... Give the poor bloke a chance, man.
— Well, | think...
— What?
| think he's still a virgin.
Better that than some bloke who's gonna
have it away every time your back's turned.
You thought Mick was the one,
and look what he did to you.
No, it's time you settled down, man.
Just look at me.
Best thing | ever did, that, settling down.
(Steady beeping)
(Betancourt) You're not knitting a jumper
for your husband now, dear.
Come closer.
Wake up, treacle, or the only scrubbing
you'll ever be doing will be the kitchen floor.
| take it you're not much in favour
of the Woman's Movement then, Mr B?
Au contraire, James.
| hate it when they just lie there.
(Tuts) Monica...
When you've got a minute, can you have a look
at Mrs Singh? She seems short of breath.
There was that German registrar.
She could throw a scalpel around.
Looked like a Russian shot—putter, though.
Ah, cutting as ever, Mr B.
Must have your patients in stitches.
Ah-ha-ha, James.
— Monica.
— Thank you.
(Cricket on TV)
(Men) Mmm!
(Sniggering)
Would you come and see Mr Russell, please?
He needs writing up for some Gaviscon.
Right. Thanks.
That was pharmacy. They're not happy
to dispense one of your prescriptions.
(Pager) Andrew, it’s Dr Turner.
Would you pop down to Outpatients, please?
They told me
my cancer's spread to my bones now.
Does that mean I'm going to die soon?
Yes.
I'm afraid it does.
Thank you, Andrew.
First doctor who's had
the decency to be honest with me.
| have my grandchildren
coming to see me this evening.
— How many grandchildren have you got, Ada?
— (Continuous beep)
— Oh. One of your leads has come out.
— (Ada mumbles)
Want to shock her, Andrew?
Andrew? You have to defibrillate.
Stop external cardiac massage, please.
No output. VF. 200 joules, please.
Turn the charge selector to 200,
Put the paddles on the chest
then press the button Labelled Charge.
Shock, please.
| heard you got caught
in Crippen ward with your pants down.
| tell you,
it's no fun being screwed by Claire Maitland.
— Oh, | don’t know.
— (Pager beeps)
(Woman) Cardiac arrest...
And clear.
— Adrenalin, one milligram, please.
— I'm going to intubate.
(Claire)
Sister, start external cardiac massage now.
One, two, three, four, five...
Thinking about coming for some lunch?
I'm thinking, how come everybody else seems
to have found the knack of being happy?
Oh...
— Shock again.
— There's still 360.
Any higher and she'll be grilled like a haddock.
— OK. Everybody clear.
— Shock, please.
Now asystole.,
Resume external cardiac massage, please.
Adrenalin and atropine to Andrew.
One, two, three, four, five...
Is she really for resus?
More adrenalin.
Resume external cardiac massage, please.
Come on. Come on.
Two, three, four, five...
One, two, three, four, five.
This lady's dead.
(Claire) Thank you, everybody.
You, houseman. Do you want to practise
intubation before rigor sets in?
Lunchtime already?
| thought | was feeling a bit peckish.
— You coming, Andrew?
— | was just so utterly useless.
Next time you won't be.
You come out of medical school
knowing bugger all.
Suddenly you're expected to cope with anything.
It's no wonder August is the killing season.
Newly—qualified doctors hit the wards
and the hospital mortality rates shoot sky high.
We all kill a few people while we're learning.
Raj, I'm worried about Monica.
She's really down, you know?
Of course she is. In this job,
you stand out if you're not miserable.
Yes, but I'm worried about her.
And I'm worried about finding this set of notes
before ward round, OK?
It's always beaten me
why some people think arrests are stressful.
The patient's dead.
It's hardly as if you could make things worse.
— | killed her.
— What, put a knife in, a bullet in her brain?
— No.
— Then you didn't kill her.
| was so busy | forgot to check her potassium.
And you knew, didn't you? You knew.
You wouldn't normally try to bring back
a patient with terminal cancer.
I'm enquiring about a patient's results.
Ada Pitkin, Crippen Ward,
U&E's from this morning.
She arrested right in front of me
and | just flapped uselessly.
Thank you. 7.9.
— That's high enough to kill her.
— The results should have been phoned down.
No. I've been negligent.
There's a difference
between negligence and error.
Close ranks and bury your mistakes?
That might be you but it's not me.
(Phone)
Do we have that amylase yet on Mrs Potter?
— Not raised.
— Good.
What a day, eh?
Do you ever wish, you know,
you weren't a doctor?
Sometimes I'd rather be a prostitute in a zoo.
It must be harder for you than most, what with
having kids and primary to revise for.
Have you found those notes?
Mr Docherty'LL be here any minute.
May | see the chest X-ray
on Brian Weller, please?
It's being kept for reporting by the radiologist.
I'd still like to see it for myself if that's OK.
As | said, Doctor,
the X-ray will be kept for reporting.
Look. | don't really care whether | see the
X-rays or not. It's not me who may have TB.
But Mr Weller and his family will be concerned
if his treatment's delayed because the doctor
wasn't allowed to see the X-ray.
So, you can either give me the X-ray
or I'll take your name
and I'll write it on the form as being the person
responsible when the hospital gets sued.
— Diane!
— Hello, stranger.
Oh. | know, I'm sorry.
I've been meaning to call.
What are you doing here?
| bet it's you, young lady.
— Can | listen to that?
— Yeah, of course you can.
Put it round your ears.
Yeah. And then lift up this
and then you can hear your own heart.
Can you hear it? Yeah, it's good, isn't it?
— I've got my scan today, so...
— Oh, right. Listen, I'll ring. | promise.
— In the week.
— OK. Nice to see you.
— Thank you, Lucy. Thank you.
— Say bye-bye.
— Bye.
— Bye.
Thank you.
There's a night out tonight
for one of the auxiliaries who's leaving.
| was wondering whether you...
| wish | could work out
how come Mrs Began was anaemic.
Andrew, | was wondering
whether you'd like to come along.
Mr Weller's X-rays.
| spent all day yesterday
trying to get hold of them.
Quick round before | go to clinic?
Tell me, how fares Mrs Connelly?
— That's her being portered away, Mr Docherty.
— Not too chipper today, then.
Oh. Dear me.
| am sorry. Wasn't she the lady with the...the...
— The pacemaker? Yes.
— The, er... Yes.
After this morning,
the least you can do is take me out for a drink.
— (Pager)
— Stallion.
— Er... Pacemaker. Make a note of that.
— Yeah.
— (Phone)
— Excuse me.
— Dr Broome.
— Hi. Any news about next week?
I'm really sorry
but | have to study for my primary.
Monica,
you know Mum and Dad are counting on us.
Peter, how many times do we have to...
(Line goes dead)
Monica?
— Good afternoon, Andrew.
— Good afternoon.
My apologies for being late.
The medical directorate meeting overran.
— Shall we survey the punters?
— Before we do the ward round,
| wondered if | might have a word with you
about something.
Certainly.
Is everything all right, Andrew?
No, I'm afraid not, Dr Turner.
Erm... Mrs Pitkin, the elderly lady
with renal failure. She died at midday today.
— Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
— | didn't watch her potassium closely enough
and she suffered a VF arrest.
Patients with widespread malignancy
often pass away suddenly like this.
What I'm saying is it was my lapse
in monitoring her renal failure
that led to her death.
As | say, such patients are prone
to leave us in this manner,
suddenly, and, of course, tragically.
Good afternoon, Dr Turner.
Andrew's just brought me up to date
with the tragic news about Mrs Pitkin.
— Yes, the breast cancer.
— Renal failure.
Biochemistry didn't phone through
with the urgent results.
We got the results later but she was already
on an insulin dextrose infusion anyway.
Dr Turner, Mrs Pitkin's family are here.
| should speak with them.
Son and daughter-in-law.
I'm Graham Turner, the consultant
who was looking after your mother.
Please accept my condolences for your Loss.
— Thank you, Doctor.
— You must forgive me. | have a ward round.
I'm sure that Dr Maitland
will answer any questions that you may have.
Andrew, shall we make a start?
Hello again, Doctor.
Hello, Mr Pitkin. | really am very sorry.
Andrew.
If you'd like to come into the Sister's office.
Please. Come and sit down.
Firstly, on behalf of all the doctors and nurses
who cared for Ada,
I'd like to express my sympathy for your loss.
As you know, your mother had breast cancer,
and, regrettably, this had spread to her bones.
Quite simply, she was too frail
to resist the advance of the disease.
She didn't suffer, did she, Doctor?
| can give you my complete assurance
that she passed away very suddenly
and didn't suffer for even a moment.
(# Rolf Harris: Stairway To Heaven)
Do you dye your hair?
No.
Well, you ought to.
# There's a sign on the wall,
but she wants to be sure
# Cos you know
sometimes words have two meanings #
— You made it, then?
— Yeah. Made it.
You're wearing your glasses.
— Yeah.
— You look nice with your glasses on.
— Would you like a drink?
— Erm...just an orange juice. I'm driving.
(Both giggle)
Whoooo!
Come here!
Get off me!
Your place or mine?
Yours. The doctors’ rooms are so much nicer.
— Not that | know.
— Is that why they call you Nurse White Coat?
As in “Anything in a..." Oh!
Before we go any further,
you've got to agree to Raj's sex contract.
No snogging. No saying at any point
during the sex act,
"| don't normally do this, you know.”
And no liking me as a person afterwards.
— No danger of any of them.
— Come ‘ere.
Oh!
What kind of girl do you think | am?
Tits first.
(Raj chuckles)
Woargh!
Italy... Uruguay ... Brazil... France...
— What are you on about?
— World Cup winners. Keeps me going.
Brazil... England... England... Aah...
— Raj, would you do something for me?
— Argentina...
Would you get something for me?
— West Germany... Argentina...
— Do it to me with your white coat on.
(Raj groans)
Okey—doke. Thanks.
Oh, there you are.
| thought I'd catch you before | go to break.
— Still all right for tonight?
— Should be, yeah.
| hope | get off on time tonight. | must have
stayed back quarter of an hour every night.
| reckon I'm about due some time owing.
— So what time do you finish tonight?
— Two hours ago.
I'm not allowed to claim time owing.
— Come in.
— Hello, Doctor,
| hope I'm not disturbing you. | just popped up
to leave some chocolates for the nurses.
Oh, erm... Please. Take a seat.
Mum never stopped talking about you.
How you were around night and day,
always helping with her treatment
and chatting to her.
The time you gave her
showed her that you cared so much
— and | know she'd want me to thank you.
— |lt was no trouble.
Well, | don't know whether you're interested,
but, er, | brought some pictures of Mum
from before she was taken iLL
There's so much energy, so full of life.
Well, you can see for yourself.
Yes, | can see. Erm...
You must be very busy. | won't keep you.
Er... No, Mr Pitkin. Please...erm...wait. Erm...
There's something | really have to tell you.
It was my responsibility
to keep tabs on your mother's blood tests
and, er, on the morning that she died,
| forgot.
| got caught up with other patients and...
Anyway, afterwards, the results showed
that if I'd known them sooner,
your mother might not have died.
| really am...very sorry. Er...
If you want to take action against me,
| won't hold it against you.
We're all very grateful
for the kindness you showed our mother.
| know Mum would have forgiven you.
You didn't make a mistake, Doctor.
You did fine.
Yes, yes, fascinating.
And now, tell me, Dr...er... Dr...
Erm... Did everything go according to plan
with that lady who left us yesterday?
Was everything in order for the...
for the, er...mm—mm?
Dunno. | did the cremation form and everything.
What Mr Docherty means is did you ensure
that Mrs Connelly's pacemaker was removed?
What for?
The whole point of the crem form
is to make sure pacemakers are taken out
because they're liable to detonate
at high temperatures.
Ah.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear me.