Atrocity Circle

I can't believe they did that to you. You're a great nurse.

Anything you ever need from me, then it's yours.

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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.

Ta.

Which one? Hey?

Er, five. Thanks.

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 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.