Trust Me (2017–2019): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript

Let's start with our new admission,
Corporal James McCain.

We all have to be careful in here.
Young people are dying.

The real question is why. There's
one thing that fits the data,

Angel of Death.

Do you have any contact
with the outside world?

- Hi there, sleepyhead.
- No.

Most of my patients look forward
to visits from friends and family.

- Hello, son.
- We don't communicate.

Isolate yourself in a place
like this and your mind can

start to play tricks,
see things that aren't there.

We've had a few things go walkabout



and I want to get this done pronto.

The wee camera's simple enough.

Corporal McCain, there are discrepancies

with your initial statement.
I might be easier if you talk to me.

I think Charlie Elland found it
very helpful, psychologically.

Dr Watson was anxious for this.

Just to be clear,

you're confirming exogenous
insulin as cause of death?

Huge overdose.

All the patient's Danny identified,
each one had low blood sugar.

I think you were right.

Danny was murdered, and not just Danny.

All those people.

We're late.



Breakfast?

Uh-huh. Shower, five minutes.

Shit.

Morning.

You're off for an MRI.

Since when? Because I think...

And seeing as I'm free,
I'm going to take you straight down.

OK, so I checked.

There have been other cases.

Couple in America, Texas,

somewhere and Manchester
a few years back.

So, we go to the police?

We've got evidence.

Danny's data, the pathology reports.

If they believe us.

You told me you think this is real.

It also sounds crazy.
Laila thinks you have PTSD.

Why would that matter?

They'll use that against you,

and last year I was having
some problems of my own.

I used to come down here to hide,
then I was signed off work.

I'm fine now but I want
to go to Alex with this.

Watson thinks the sun
shines out his arse.

If he's with us, we both stand more
chance of being taken seriously.

Like you said, we have evidence,
just not enough credibility.

We need Alex on our side.

I'm asking you to let me
deal with this my way.

So what do I do?

Trust me.

See, grossly abnormal mortality rates.

Six extra deaths in
the last eight months.

And these are in comparable units?

That's a 310% excess,
95% confidence of a real effect.

Where did you get all this?

Danny Adams gave it to Jamie McCain.

Jamie McCain?

Are you talking about the same guy

who creeps around the ward
in the dead of night?

You know Laila has
diagnosed him with PTSD.

That's irrelevant.

He's also under investigation
with the army.

This isn't about Jamie.
I checked the data myself, OK?

It doesn't make sense.

This pathology stuff,
this is all confidential.

Look, five different path reports,
blood sugar low each time.

Suggests insulin is
the weapon of choice.

This isn't real proof of anything.

Fine. I'll just take
it to Archie myself.

Or straight to the police.

Zoe!

These are accidents, Zoe.

Accidents.

It's a bad run.

Something's wrong here.

Really wrong.

This time last year,
I was sitting in ITU with you.

That's not what this is about. I'm fine.

You're recovering.

There's a difference.

Look, sometimes you just,
you need to let people help you.

People are dying.

I'm not prepared to ignore that.

All right, all right.

You win.

I'll talk to him,
it will be better coming from me.

You know what a misogynist he is.

If someone with a penis tells him
there's a problem in his department,

well, he might even listen.

OK?

OK. Thanks.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Yes, they said I could
head back at the weekend.

That's great.

Wasn't going to say anything
in case they changed their minds.

It really gets lonely here,
can't wait to be back with you lot.

We're looking forward to having you
back too, aren't we?

OK, Lewis Hamilton.
You're driving, come on.

Vroom! Vroom, vroom, vroom!

Ah! There you both are.

You can run, but you can't hide.

Come on. Gym.

Let's go, both of you.

Simon's going home.

He only just got here.

Star pupil.

Why do you think I got you two
in here at the same time? Eh?

Hoping some of his shine
rubs off on you.

He's got kids. Shame, really.

You married?

Or partner?

I was.

He died a long time ago.

Seems like it anyway.

Sorry.

It's all right.

OK, so are we ready
to step this up a gear?

OK.

That's it.

Wee bit more.

Keep going.

That's it! Better, eh?

OK, so 30 seconds rest
and then we'll go again, OK?

Alex, I'm glad you came to see me.

I need to speak to you
as a matter of urgency.

- Is something wrong?
- I need you to see this.

So what are you going to do now?

Get Zoe's side of the story,
but if this is what it looks like,

then you and I are going to have
to nip this in the bud. Asap.

She's just given me this.

You should think about it seriously,

now you're through
the initial recovery phase

a home visit to your mum's house
is the next natural step.

So send me back to base.

Well, you know we can't do that.
It's impossible.

The OTs have already ruled it out.

But a lot of people
prefer to be with family,

at least for the first few months,
a familiar environment, support.

Isn't your mum local?

I'm sorry, I thought
I'd been speaking English

for the last five minutes
but clearly I'm wrong.

I'll spell it out.

I'm not going back there.

Well, I don't deserve
to be spoken to like that.

No-one does.

You can apply for a suitable single
accommodation but it can take

several months, which would
mean you have to stay here.

- Fine by me.
- Look,

would it really be that bad, eh?

Going home.

It's really hard on your own.

I know that.

I mean, poor wee thing,
you really have no-one?

- She just sprung this on you?
- Mm.

Jamie McCain is obviously
suffering from PTSD.

I can live with that, even if he can't,

but if his delusions are hurting Zoe...

And she honestly believes
someone is harming patients?

She's more vulnerable
than many people see.

Something like this could,

it could do a lot of damage to Zoe,

to the unit.

Yeah.

You did the right thing in
bringing this to me, thank you.

MDT.

Let's get this done, eh?

Physically, he is finally making
progress, but I broached the idea

of a home visit, accompanied, of course,

and well, I have to say
his reaction was quite extreme.

Basically bit my head off.

I could discuss it with him,
if that would help?

Thanks, Zoe, but I think
if he's becoming

a little institutionalised
then we'll let Laila handle it.

He's a tricky customer.

If that's OK with you?

That's what you almost pay me for.

Well, we're all Cinderellas here, Laila.

If I'd lusted for money and glamour,

I'd have taken up the surgeon's knife.

I'm sure Mrs Watson
would have been delighted.

Well, that's it.

Let's do it to them
before they do it to us.

Zoe, five minutes?

Take a seat, please.

These reports contain
confidential patient data.

As a medical professional,
you can access that information

when it impacts their clinical care.

Unfortunately, that definition
does not include idle curiosity.

I was concerned. After Danny died...

An incident I told you
I had under control.

I felt I needed more evidence.

If someone has been doing
this deliberately...

Look, can we just keep this discussion

within the bounds of credibility?

All of that is nothing but wild
speculation based on very little.

With respect, I disagree.

If you examine the reports,
there's a clear pattern...

Can we just stop this now, please?

Listen to yourself for a moment.

You're projecting some
kind of conspiracy

onto a regrettable but frankly
unremarkable series of events.

I'd rather talk about the fact
that you've been stealing medication

from the ward, and it's clearly
affecting your state of mind.

That's not true.

In the wake of Danny's death, I
thought it wise to improve security.

You don't need me to tell you
how serious this is.

I had a headache.

A migraine. I took some paracetamol
from the ward supply, that's all.

Pharmacy carried out a stock audit,

there were significant
discrepancies, sedatives mainly.

Ironically we're fine
for simple analgesia.

Can I be honest?

I'm very concerned about you, Zoe.

I'm worried that an excellent
young doctor is getting herself

into a real pickle again when
she should be putting herself first.

Sometimes it's all right
to look after number one.

We doctors are terrible at it.

I don't know, maybe it's
some kind of saviour complex,

help others, hurt yourself,

I don't know. Anyway,
that is why I'm going to tell

you what we are going to do

and you are jolly well going to do, OK?

You are going to come
to work every morning

and go home on time
every single night without fail.

You will plan a beautiful wedding,

get married and have a nice little life.

That way everything is fine.
Otherwise, all of this

is going to get very,
very complicated for you indeed.

OK?

OK.

Good.

Glad we understand each other.

You're very tense.

You should get Alex
to give you a little massage.

I don't want you to have any
more contact with Jamie either.

I don't think he's a happy man.

And, to be honest,
it's time this unit was rid of him.

In a manner of speaking.

Please be kind to yourself, Zoe.

In this job, it can save your life.

I was trying my best to defend you

but I'm not the one
stealing drugs from the ward.

I told you, I had a headache.

Oh, Zoe, stop lying.

If you told me the whole truth,
I could have helped you see

this was the old Zoe, the old problem.

Someone like Jamie
is only going to make it worse.

You need to take care of yourself,
or at least let me take care of you.

I just...

I just don't want to see you
getting sick again.

This is all this has ever been about.

You'll have to ask the doctor
about that, though...

OK?

Zoe.

I can't talk to you.

What? Why?

What have they said to you?

Zoe.

Look, I think we made a mistake.

Last year, I was struggling,
with the job and everything.

Really struggling.

I was diagnosed with hypomania,

low-grade manic depression.

When I was up,
I could work for days in a row,

but the lows were bad.

I tried to kill myself.

Like, really tried.

ITU for three months with renal failure.

I shouldn't be here.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I don't know
if I can trust myself. Or you.

No. This is real and we're
the only ones who believe it.

We owe it to Danny, to all of them.

Look, I've had an idea.

Bring in the staff rotas,

see who was on shift
when the death occurred.

We can try and find a pattern.

No.

I can't do this, and neither can you.

We were wrong and I shouldn't
have encouraged you.

You should go, get away from here.

- Zoe...
- Go home, Jamie.

Of course, take a couple of days
if you need it.

Thanks.

Cheers.

Make sure you've got everything.

OK.

- See you, pal.
- Yeah, sure.

Let's go.

_

There's no pornography.

Filtered.

I just needed to check something.

Sorry, these terminals
are strictly staff only.

I think we should get you
back to your bed. Hmm?

Allow me.

This is just something
to help you stay calm.

Can't have you wandering
the corridors at night, can we?

I'm OK.

Unfortunately, I disagree.

We have a lot of
very vulnerable patients here.

It's my duty to look after them.

In fact,

I think you're very vulnerable
yourself, Jamie.

Your own worst enemy.

I don't want this.

Hold him down.

Sit down.

Sit down.

That's it.

That's it.

Shh...

Thank you.

Jamie, what you need to understand

is that everyone here
is just trying to help you.

OK?

So, I've added it to the PR inside too.

20 milligrammes of Haloperidol.

If he causes any trouble,
feel free to give him another whack

and maybe we can all have a quiet night.

So what exactly are we treating?

Incipient hospital psychosis.

It was all discussed in the last MDT.

He's getting more delusional.

Everyone's out to get him.

Whenever a man dies without property,

he seems to think it gives him the
right to dispose of other people...

Hey, come on.

Jamie.

Drink this.

He's been restless.

Wandering the ward at night.

And this is three or four times

the recommended dose
of a powerful anti-psychotic.

Well, sometimes that's what it takes.

He was acutely disturbed.

Tough guys need flattening.

Or would you rather
I asked him about his mother?

I know you don't
respect me or what I do,

but please don't insult me to my face.

I'm removing this now.

I have the full support
of the clinical lead on this.

And we both agree that Jamie McCain
is a risk to himself and others

the longer he remains here.

And I disagree.

This needs to be discussed.

Oh, I'm sorry, I think we just did.

Well, I hope you're feeling fit?

I want to go home.

OK. Right, let's go.

So this is where you grew up then?

Moved here when I was 15.

Dad's job.

- Hello.
- Hiya.

Come on in. I've put the kettle on.

Thank you.

Oh, no. No, thanks.

I've got to watch my figure,
set a good example.

I gave all that up a long time ago.

Oh, adorable!

Shame they have to grow up,
really, isn't it?

Right...

OK, so shall we
get down to business then?

I usually start with the bedroom.

They set up the bed in here.

You keep a tidy house, Mrs McCain.

I wish I could say the same for
some of the places I visit.

I do my best.

Honestly, the way people live,
sometimes it's hard to credit.

Happy to exist in their own filth.

Right. Well, shall we see the rest?

So, we'll need to improve
the wheelchair access

to the bathroom as a priority.

I mean, the room's a little
bit small, but it'll serve.

All in all, though, not too bad.

So you're saying I pass?

Oh, it's not a test.

I'm just here to help you, both of you.

Right, well, time for me to go.

Have a lovely time and I'll be back
on Monday to pick you up.

- OK.
- Thanks.

Right, so this is my mobile number.

Call me if you have
any problems, promise?

Sure, thanks.

I think he's finding it quite hard,

so if he acts a bit strange
try not to worry too much.

It's just the first step
on a very long road.

Thank you.

Well, here we are.

Shall I make some more tea?

Then I thought we'd try the shops.

Hey.

Hi.

I tried to find you yesterday.

Sorry, I went home. Migraine.

I get them too. Stress, usually,
or too much chocolate.

Actually, mainly the chocolate.

Better now?

Fighting fit.

- Was it anything important?
- Just Jamie.

I know you've been talking to him so
I thought maybe you could help me.

He's my patient, that's all.

Still, I value your insights
into his mental state.

It takes one to know one,
is that what you mean?

Empathy is an underrated
diagnostic tool.

You know Alex put him
on Haloperidol, 100mg, TDS?

He's a good doctor.
He knows exactly what he's doing.

That's what I'm worried about.

Are you OK?

I'm asking as a friend.

Zoe...

Sorry, I've got to take this.

Maybe a couple of steaks tonight.

See what they've got on offer.

Jamie?

Shit...

You look amazing.

So, you're released now?

Weekend leave.

Still doing rehab.

Wow, OK.

You know, I tried to come see you again.

They told me you didn't want visitors.

Richard, this is, er, Jamie.

- He's a...
- Friend.

We go back a long way.

Do you want something reaching?

Whisky... please.

There you go.

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Well, we'd better be, um...

I'll give you a call sometime.

Cool.

Here. Can I get you anything else?

- Ketchup?
- It's fine.

So, where's Dad?

Well?

One of the costas.

She has a "finca" or something.

She calls it a "finca",
I've seen the pictures.

- It's nothing but a shitty bungalow.
- You think he beats her up?

In her shitty bungalow?

I hope not.

Must be some mixed feelings though.

A bit of pay back?

I really don't think
about them any more.

I stood up for you.

As soon as I was old enough,
I took him on.

Broke a knuckle but it was worth it.

And you threw me out.

- I'm sorry.
- Why?

When you knew what he'd done,

to both of us.

I was never as brave as you were.

So you abandon your son and
stand shoulder-to-shoulder

with the bastard?

And he left you anyway.

So, I'll have him back
by midnight, Mrs McCain.

Just a few quiet drinks,

talk about the old days. Right, chief?

- Sounds good.
- Right.

All right, Ironside, let's roll.

Welcome to the GBH Arms.

Funny! I had you down
as a wine bar type.

Oh, I love a wine bar, me.

Andy's been here since opening.

Guards, Aden, Korea.

They should donate that
liver to medical science.

That is one of God's finest
creations, right there!

So, how are you?

- Doing nothing?
- Can't stand it.

Only thing worse than
the army is being idle.

They got me on leave.
Non-negotiable, of course.

Brother-in-law's fixed me
up with a wee job in a warehouse.

They even time your piss breaks.

You take three shits on company
time, you're getting fired!

I mean, I could put a
good word in if you want,

seeing as you've got your own wheels.

Probably make you employee of the month.

Thanks. I see myself
more as management material.

What about you? How are you coping?

I'm just glad to be
out of that hospital.

The place was starting
to mess with my head.

You sleeping?

A Scotch or three usually does the job.

That's why I need the work.

You sit still for five minutes, and...

Trick is not to think about it, right?

The past is the past.

What's done is done.

We were sent in to kill
people, what do you expect?

So, did you talk to them?

The RNP?

Did I fuck. You?

She tried to tell me
you spilled your guts.

That's cos they're desperate!

No evidence, no crime either.

Just you, me and four
other poor dead fuckers

stuck in the middle
of someone else's war.

The way I see it, Jamie...

...is they all had it coming
or they were in the way.

And, I mean, that's tough, for everyone.

Simple.

I'm an uncomplicated man.

You know, we lost good
men in that shithole.

A good woman, too.

All men when you're dying
for Queen and country.

You know, what happened...

...and what you did out there...

...look, I'll back you
every step of the way.

They weren't there, I was.

Right, let's step this up a gear. Shots?

No, you stay seated, chief,
I'll get these in.

Hey, my round.

That's a direct order.

Right, get us a couple of shots, then.

Come on...

I'm tired.

You need to relax.

Come on!

Come on!

There we go!

- Hey, no man left behind.
- Charlie...

Come on, let's go dancing. Let's go.

I'm all right, I'm all right,
I'm all right.

Sorry, lads, not tonight.

Wow.

This man, you know,
this man right here, he's dying.

His last wish in life was to spend
a night in Distinct nightclub.

If you could just...

Sorry, could you just...

Sorry.

Need a piss.

Eh?

Sorry.

Excuse me!

Sorry.

Jesus.

Oh, shit!

Sorry, mate.

Can I buy you a drink?

- Hey, apologise now.
- I just did.

It was my fault. Are you OK?

No, not like that, mate. To his face.

- It's just one of those things.
- One of those things, eh?

It's fine, Charlie!

I want you to apologise for spilling
your drink on my friend!

What's your problem, mate?

Leave this, Charlie.

That's an order!

Just an accident, right?

Prick.

What did you just call me?

Did you just call me a prick?

Leave it out, mate!

You OK there, son?

Sorry you had to get
mixed up in all of this.

Can we give you a lift somewhere?

I'm with him.

Don't touch my chair.

Name?

McCain. James.

Address?

North Glasgow Infirmary,
James Stuart Unit.

- Shouldn't this man be in A&E?
- He refused, Sarge.

Bite you in the leg, did he?

Should've broken his fucking arm.

Park him in a cell.

There are questions about
your leadership that day.

We believe you didn't follow protocol.

You're lying to me.

They trust you.

Hey!

Hey!

I need to talk to someone!

They're killing people! Hey!

Hey! HE BANGS ON DOOR HARDER

You've got evidence.

Statistics, mortality data, pathology.

You're not writing this down.

OK, Inspector Taggart, your ride's here.

Zoe usually does my blood tests.

She's busy.

What's this for?

It's just routine.

Zoe talks about you a lot.

Sharp scratch.

But then they all love the,
the whole super secret agent thing...

...the nurses, I mean.

I'm in the army.

Nothing secret about that.

Oops! Must've hit a nerve.

Oh, there it is again.

You know, I often think this place
is similar, to an army.

Doctors and nurses,
brothers and sisters in arms,

all fighting a common enemy.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

The patients, of course.

I can stop if you want.

It's fine. Carry on.

Yes, Zoe...

...she's had a tough time recently.

Under a lot of pressure.

That and the fact that
we're getting married.

You knew that, didn't you?

She really doesn't need
any... complications.

If you understand what I mean.

One more try?

Or shall we call it a day? Hm?

There we are.

All done.

If you ever need to speak to a doctor,

just ask for me, OK?

I think it's safe to say
that this little awayday

was something of a failure.

Obviously, the alcohol didn't help,
but I think it's now acute paranoia.

- Alex?
- Oh, absolutely.

I already have him held under Section 5.

I think we're now looking at
detention and treatment too.

In the circumstances, I don't
believe that's appropriate.

Understood.

But we both feel that it's crucial

we take control of this situation now.

You can't just imprison him, Archie.
It's outrageous.

Even using a temporary
Section 5 is pushing it.

I need to protect my patients.

So, reluctantly, on this occasion
I'm going to have to overrule you.

So let's see if we can't make
this poor man better.

That's what I'm trying to do.

But I won't take away his rights.

Pity.

Luckily, I play golf
with the team psychiatrist.

I'll tee him up.

If he was running a temperature
you should've called me earlier.

I thought he was sleeping.

- He came in still reeking of booze.
- Some hangover!

Blood pressure was low. I moved
him straight away and paged you.

Jesus!

You're telling me you only
just noticed this?!

Cellulitis.

Acute confusional state.

You need to treat this as sepsis,
immediately.

I'll write up the antibiotics
and fluids for you now.

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Zoe.

Shit!

I've got nothing.

Cardiac arrest.

Get some help! Now!