Trust Casualty

You know, just for once, I'd like to see you try

-something else for breakfast.

-You mean like that?

Sometimes it's the healthy option.

-Do you want a cigarette?

-I don't smoke.

I know. You just look like you need one.

I've only locked myself out and put petrol in my diesel car.

-And that's all before 8.30.

-Oh, dear.

KNOCKING

Brit? Whoever it is, don't answer.

MUFFLED MUSIC

Brit!

KNOCKING

Miss Andrews?

-I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to get up.

-Who let you in?

-Don't look at me. Joe got there first.

-Ray Collins, Social Services.

I know my rights. You can't just turn up without an appointment.

We had one. Yesterday. And the day before.

-We've been leaving messages.

-Get out.

You know why I'm here.

You need to think how we can make this less difficult for the children.

-You could leave, that's one way.

-You've been struggling for a while.

Britney's been missing school, Joe has no dinner money most days.

-Neither has a winter coat.

-Come on, they're kids.

I buy them coats, but if it's not what their mates are wearing,

you think they stick with them?

And I told Joe not to get sweets on his way to school.

-We know they've been left alone for days at a time.

-You "know"?

From who? That cow downstairs?

Tuh... I've got a teenager, she likes her music.

Of course the neighbours want us moved on.

It's not her fault. Someone took my coat

and chucked it on the phone wires.

-See? It's bullies like that you want to be going after!

-We're not "going after" anyone.

I'm here for Britney and Joe's protection.

That's what an ICO is for. I'm here to take the children into care.

How much? 150 quid?

You are joking? And that's for what?

A bloke and a screwdriver to show up for ten minutes? That's a bloody liberty!

I thought locksmiths were to stop you getting robbed?

No, no I will speak to you like that,

because I can't afford that amount of money.

Oh, come on, do me a better price, I'll throw in a cup of tea.

Uh... Well, the same to you.

-Can you believe that? He hung up.

-Can't think why(!)

Any danger of you actually doing some work in here today?

-I'm sorry, I've just been...

-Anything I can do to help?

Only if you've got 150 quid you can throw my way.

Yeah, no problem. I just have to get it from the glove compartment

of my brand-new sports car outside.

Sorry.

Charlie, when did life get so complicated?

-I remember, when I was 13, my biggest worry was who to dance with at the school disco.

-Who did you pick?

Kevin Pickard.

Any good?

Gave me tonsillitis.

Noel, I just found this lady at the door. Can we book her in?

My chest hurts. I've hurt my chest.

OK, can I have your name, please, love?

Um, Ms? Mrs? Sorry, I'm not a mind-reader, love.

I don't know your name.

I don't, either.

So that's it, is it? Just like that?

Mum, they've got a court order. There's no point making a fuss.

Come on, Joe, get your stuff together.

After all I've done for you.

You want to listen to your daughter. She's got her head screwed on.

She knows all we want is what's good for her. Well, both of them.

That's taking them away from their mother, is it?

If she's out all hours.

If she spends her benefits on drugs, not food and clothes. If she's...

I had a problem with drugs. Had.

You going to hold it against me forever?

I explained about the coats and the dinner money.

I've got to get dressed. Do you mind?

Erm...no. Erm, I'll just wait in here.

-Come on.

-Britney?

-Joe, this way. Mum, come on.

-Britney?! Open the door!

-Where's Jermain. Did you bring him?

-Mum, leave him. It's too late.

-No, Joe'll go nuts. He can't sleep without him.

-Mum!

BANGING

Denise, you are going to get into a lot of trouble!

-Denise?!

-Argh!

Denise, stop! You're only making things worse.

Uh!

What the hell have you got in that thing?

Is he..? Is he..?

Breathing.

DIALLING BEEPS AND RING TONE

-We really have got to leg it now.

-Where to?

PHONE: 'Which emergency service do you require?'

So it hurts when she coughs, breathes deeply...

(WINCING) And when I move too fast.

-And you can't remember how you did this?

-Uh, no.

It's not just that she has no memory of a fall, an accident.

She just has no memory, full stop.

The ECG's clear. It's not a heart attack.

OK, let's send her for a chest X-ray, check for pneumonia,

spontaneous pneumothorax. My guess is broken ribs. You should be home in an hour.

-Doctor Hannah.

-Mm-hm?

-She doesn't know where "home" is.

Yeah(!)

You don't buy the memory loss?

She's a timewaster.

To lose your short and long-term memory, Lloyd,

-it's a severe impairment of function.

-Maybe she hit her head?

-Not a scratch.

-It's worth a CT.

Do you want my advice? You've already contacted the police.

Do urine, blood. Rule out any organic cause and then punt her off to Psych.

Ta, boys. See you next week.

Where to now?

-I've got to go.

-For your dad?

You're 23!

-I said I wouldn't be late.

-You messed that up.

What's a few more hours going to hurt? Go on, come with me.

I can't.

HE SIGHS

Breakfast, at least. I know a great caff round the corner.

I'll have you home before your dad even wakes up.

It doesn't matter, we've done it now. Come here, keep up.

-Britney, come on.

-Wait.

-Come on, stop.

-Pack it in now.

Get on behind me.

JEERING

They're a nice bunch(!)

Well, the owner doesn't seem to mind.

-Not doing any real harm, are they?

-Not yet.

Ah, smell that.

Oh, food of the gods.

I'd have settled for food of the normal humans, if it had arrived five minutes ago.

No, no, you're missing the point.

You want a good sausage sarnie, it takes time, you have to wait. It's like a...fine wine.

Great(!) So long as we don't get a...

'Holby control to 3006.'

LOUD VOICES

Hang on a minute, Control.

THEY CHEER

Can't hear myself think in here. Jeff!

What did I tell you? Best full English in Holby.

It's the company that makes it for me.

YOBS: Ooh!

You know what, Harvey Greenaway?

JEERING AND LAUGHING

You got a problem, boys?

YOBS: Ooh!

-Guess they feel like they're missing out?

-Gus...

If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask.

You what?!

-Did you hear what that poofter said?

-On second thoughts, I don't like mingers like you, anyway.

Come on, let's go.

3006 to control, all received and mobile, over.

YOBS SHOUT

-Oi, what are you doing?

-Hey.

-Well, someone's got to stop them.

-It's not our job.

Yeah, well, it will be soon.

YOBS SHOUT

Drive, drive! Go!

GUS LAUGHS

Yes!

This is your bus, right?

Looks like I'm seeing you home, then.

So, you don't have any ID at all?

Can you check your pockets?

Erm...

I obviously like prawn cocktail.

There's got to be something.

Would the police know?

Hang on.

Is that my number?

I can call it and see.

Is that my name?

Thank you.

-Come on!

-Where are we going?

Come on! 'Ey - get hold of your sister's hand.

-TANNOY:

-'Next train departing Platform 4 to Holby Central...'

That one. Come on...

What about the tickets?

What about them? Come on.

Right, go!

Come on, let's go.

Right...

Come on, Britney.

Well - the good news is, it IS just broken ribs. They'll heal themselves with time.

-And the bad news?

-No answer at that number.

Went to voicemail. I left a message.

I just...want to know who I am.

I'm sorry.

-Lloyd, are you done? I could do with a hand.

-One sec.

Dr Hanna... I need help with Helen.

Oh, she has a name? What's she done now?

I don't need help managing her, It's for working out who she is.

Lloyd, she is not our problem any more.

-I can send her to Psych.

-Admit her to CDU.

CDU?! Nick'll have me for breakfast.

Her liver function came back slightly out. She's got a bit of a tremor.

-Are you genuinely worried about this woman, or is this just an excuse to keep her in?

-She's lost.

And if we don't help her now, she'll just keep bouncing round the system.

She needs our help.

If I don't, am I ever going to hear the end of this?

YOU'RE the timewaster. OK, go on.

Hey. Sleepyhead. Going to miss your stop.

So...have I come all this way for nothing or are you going to invite me in?

My dad'll be in. You can't.

Why don't you come and live with me?

Forget I said it.

Gus, wait...

Is that... Isn't that your house?

-DIXIE BANGS ON DOOR

-Hello... Hello?

Ah. Fellers. One for you, I think.

Give it another go, Jeff.

Hello? Ambulance service? Can you let us in, please?

Hey... What's happened?

We're just trying to get access - unless of course you got keys?

Yeah.

-Kevin!

-OK, one second...

Got some blood around the mouth.

OK... Right, looks like he's bitten his tongue.

Is there any history of epilepsy?

-No, nothing... What's happened?

-We think he's had some kind of fit.

-What's your name, son?

-Harvey. I should've been here...

-How do you know this gentleman, Harvey?

-It's his dad.

-You can't be here, you've got to go.

-What you talking about?

-Go!

He'll meet me, he'll understand...

Sorry, son. There's only room in the ambulance for one.

Number four...

It's just this way.

Helen...could you take a few steps back for me and then back again?

What is it?

You've got a limp. D'you mind if I examine your legs?

No.

A-ha - bingo.

It's fresh, I can count the stitches.

I'm pretty confident that in the last six months you fractured your tibia.

It's not unique, but...it helps.

-There any other scars you've noticed?

-Um...I don't know.

-Do you mind if I...

-No.

Well, that one's probably appendix. But...

..this one looks like a C-section.

Oh, God, no.

How could I forget having a baby?

I mean, if I've got a kid... where are they now?

Right, this is Kevin Appleby, 42.

Reported suffering a severe headache, but Control lost him whilst he was still on the line -

when we found him he was collapsed, he was bleeding from the mouth, he was postictal.

Thanks, Dixie. Scarlett, can we have you on this please?

Kevin, we're just going to move you to another bed, love...

According to his son, there's no history of epilepsy or anything.

Right, has everyone got a bit?

On three, please, ladies and gents - one, two, three.

And over - one, two, three.

-OK... Right, he's fitting again.

-We need to protect his airway.

Let's get him on his side. Scarlett, suction and O2.

OK, let's get 4 milligrams of lorazepam, please. And then see if we can get a Guedel in.

-I'm looking for Kevin Greenaway.

-There's a queue.

Just tell me where he is.

-Are you a relative?

-I'm his son's boyfriend.

Right, if you just take a seat I'll see what I can find out.

-Can't you...

-We don't have him on the system.

If you just take a seat, I'll get a nurse to talk to you when someone has a minute.

-Don't worry. I'll find him myself.

-Charmin'!

Cheery soul, eh?

Dirty great scratch on me arm needs cleaning up.

Oh. You sound as though you got it all worked out.

Was a time I thought about being a nurse. Then these two came along...

You're never their mum?!

Noel...are you flirting with me?

I need your name, date of birth, address, GP please.

Denise Andrews, 1st of April '81,

Flat 16, Cherry Tree View, Everton.

Dr...Meadows, I think. Riverside Surgery. Sounds picturesque, eh?

Those places - never even been within sniffing distance

of a cherry tree. Or a river, or a meadow. I should sue for false advertising.

If you take a seat, a triage nurse will be with you shortly.

'Ey. Don't lose Jermain.

It's just a scratch. No way are we getting a bed for tonight out o' that.

And he's hungry. We haven't had anything to eat since yesterday.

Sorry, love - the Bank of Denise is all out of cash.

You'll have to use your imagination.

Probably give us a sandwich if yous two look small and hungry enough.

Suck your cheeks in.

OK. We need to find out what's causing these seizures.

Were you there when the fit first happened?

What's wrong with him??

Could be a number of things.

We obviously need to rule out brain injury, stroke, brain tumour.

He's 42.

Linda, call CT again, check our slot in the scanner and call me when the results are through. OK?

Hello, CT? It's Linda Andrews. Are you ready for my Resus patient?

Great, OK. Thanks.

-HE GROANS

-Where am I?

-Oh, my head...

-You're in hospital, they're looking after you.

Home, Harvey...

Not just yet. We've got a few tests to run.

You're going to be all right.

We're taking your dad for a CT scan. Which is an X-ray of his head,

-it should make things clearer for us.

-Dad...?

No scan. Harvey, home, please!

How about if I come with?

You need this. Seriously, please, come on.

For me.

OK.

He is going to be OK...?

Actually - I just need to go to the toilet.

Where's Harvey...?

-Harvey!

-I'm sure your son'll be back as soon as he can.

Son? He's not my son.

Kevin, after a seizure people often become confused...

He's not my son!

-Well, who is he then?

-Harvey's my boyfriend.

I told you not to come, that's the one thing I asked.

I was worried about you.

I don't get what I'm doing wrong.

I love you.

There's a standard response to that, but if you're not feeling it...

I love you too.

I've got to go, he's got a scan.

-HE WHISPERS

-All right, I'll see what I can do.

OK, I'm Dr Lyons...

You fellas are like policemen, eh? Always getting younger.

-Denise.

-I see you've cut your arm. I'll take a look at that.

Honestly, I don't need a doctor. Send me in a nice nurse, she can fix me up.

No can do. You're stuck with me, I'm afraid.

Go on, fob us off with a nurse. I won't tell if you don't.

I wish I could, believe me. Erm...how did you do this?

Caught it on a nail. Stupid, really.

You up to date on your tetanus?

OK. Right, well, this is deeper than it looks,

-it's going to need stitches. I'll get you some analgesia.

-No codeine or opiates. Ex-addict.

And if there's any chance of a sandwich or two -

yesterday's leftovers, even - I've got two growing kids.

Bottomless pits. They're starving.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

Listen, do I...

I must remind you of someone.

Aye... OK.

-You see it?

-Mmm.

-What does it mean?

Would you just give us a moment? Can I have a look at those bloods again?

What DOES it mean?

Liver function is definitely out, but only slightly.

She's not showing many other symptoms, though.

Is that what's causing the amnesia, some kind of underlying condition?

Lloyd, if only life were that simple.

No - what I'm talking about has got nothing to do with the memory loss.

-So...

-So - can you get Dr Staples on the line? Upstairs, Hepatology.

-Tell him we need to speak to him about Wilson's disease.

-Right.

But don't get too excited, Lloyd. It's a real long shot.

Excuse me...

The guy, uh...Kevin? You took him up for a scan?

How is he?

You a relative?

Not exactly. Um, I'm his...son's boyfriend.

His son?

Is his dad going to be OK?

I'm sorry, but you're going to have to ask him about that.

Oi! I saw that.

Check her pockets, this little madam's been stealing...

I never!

You'd better show him what you've got.

I'll pay for this.

Thanks, Auntie Linda.

You ready for this?

Please don't say something bad.

No, he's found you.

I've just spoken to the liver specialist upstairs.

You're one of his patients.

-What does that mean?

-We pulled your notes, there are photos, it's definitely you,

we've got everything. Name, address...

You're being treated for Wilson's disease.

Which is a rare recessive condition, it means your body can't process copper properly.

It affects the liver and the eyes.

But with treatment, you'll be fine.

So um...what do I um...

I mean, you say you've found me - so wh-what happens?

We found your next of kin. Your husband's on his way in.

-My husband?

-Patrick.

-I can't believe this. Wh-what does he sound like?

-Worried.

There is something else. Your name isn't Helen.

What is it?

It's Maeve.

OK. Analgesia, non-opiates. There you go.

Once they kick in I'll get stitching on that arm.

By the way, did you want anything fancy? Blanket stitch, chain stitch...?

Man of many talents. Don't often see our Joe laugh.

-Except at me cooking, of course.

-Yeah? Is it that bad?

Ooh, I do a mean Pot Noodle. And me takeaways are legendary.

Denise...?

Linds. This is amazing. Didn't tell me you're working here nowadays.

-What are you doing here?

-I've hurt my arm.

-You haven't given her any morphine?

-No, she told me about her addiction.

Give a dog a bad name, eh, Linda?

Do you know what I've just found Britney doing? Stealing from the shop.

Oh, like you've never lifted a Yorkie or two?

-You two are sisters, aren't you?

-Well done, Sherlock(!)

Linda - uh, sorry - your postictal patient is asking for Harvey...?

OK. I'll be back.

Hey.

Hey.

-Can I borrow your phone?

-What's happened to yours?

It's out of juice. I just need to let work know I'm going to be late.

-Yeah, sure.

-Cheers.

Your dad's pretty young, eh?

How old was he, when he had you?

Er...16, 17?

Mm.

Which is why you call him Kevin - cos

-you two are more like mates than father and son, right?

-Right.

Mm.

And that explains the picture at your house -

the one with his arm around you.

Mm.

See, but it doesn't explain the look on the nurse's face when I asked about your dad.

Or the fact that you two have different surnames.

Because I...I asked for Kevin Greenaway at reception and the guy just looked at me blank.

It doesn't explain this, though. Does it?

Gus, I was I was going to tell you...

Choose. Him - or me.

-Gus...

-Choose!

Him or me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.

-It's not as easy as that.

When my dad found out, when he chucked me out, Kev was amazing.

I really do have a homophobic dad, I wasn't lying about that.

I'm not going to ask you again.

I really love him.

But I'm not IN love with him.

-I'm in love with you.

-Then leave him.

Harvey. Do you want me to call Security?

Can you come with me, please? Kevin's asking for you.

Lloyd? This is Patrick for you.

-Maeve's husband.

-Thank you. Thank you so much for finding her.

Er...listen, before we go in...

I don't want to be rude, but - could you show me some ID,

something that proves you know Maeve? A photo together, maybe?

How long have you got?

That's me and Maeve on holiday - before we had our little girl.

That's the three of us together... and at her first birthday.

This way.

Her BP's fine. Her heart rate has gone up a bit -

keep an eye on that, yeah?

I don't understand what happened.

You had a car accident. About a week ago.

I only know because they found the wreckage.

-God knows how you walked away.

-Is that how she broke her ribs?

-I don't know...

-So it must have been then that I lost my memory.

It must have been. Because you just disappeared.

She's...ours?

-Where is she?

-At home. With my mother.

Helen?

Katrina.

So who...who's Helen?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Harvey... I need you to listen to this.

What Kevin experienced today was a brain haemorrhage.

A weak spot, an aneurysm in a blood vessel in his brain has ruptured.

-It's what caused the fitting.

-But that's stopped now, right?

Well, what we suspect it's what they call a herald bleed.

It wasn't big and it seems to have stopped by itself,

-but it heralds a larger bleed to come.

-And it could reoccur at any moment.

You can...do something, though, yeah?

Kevin needs urgent intervention. The neurosurgeons are on their way down.

They'll probably suggest a coil embolization.

They'll pass a tube into the artery of the leg, thread it up into the brain,

where it will deposit a very tiny coil which will seal off the aneurysm.

-But time is of the essence.

-Then he'll be all right?

There are risks.

Small risks, but serious ones.

-He could bleed further, he could, er, have a stroke...

-A stroke?

So we need to make a decision here. The longer we leave it, the worse it could be.

What do I do?

You have to think about it.

I can't think. My head aches...

Mr Jordan...can I give him some codeine?

You could die.

Harvey...help me, please.

Anything.

Make the decision for me. You choose.

Lloyd... I've had a Helen on the phone.

Helen is Maeve's best mate.

Maeve's been staying with her all week, trying to escape domestic abuse.

-I'm sorry?

-Helen said that Maeve wandered out some time yesterday,

and she hasn't heard from her since.

So Patrick did this to her?

Helen said - whatever we do, don't let Patrick near her.

-I'm not making it up.

-I'm not an idiot.

Who do you think you are, the Piano Man(?)

Let go of me. I'm not going anywhere with you.

You'll do what I tell you to do.

-Patrick... Don't hurt me!

-Shut up.

Oi! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?

Stay out of this, mate.

Make you feel like a big man, yeah?

-I said, butt out.

-Make me.

-What are you doing here?

-Well, I work here, remember?

Well, where's my sister?

She's in the cubicles where they keep the patients. Shall we start

this conversation again? I'm Lenny - pleased to meet you.

Lenny, it's not a good idea to leave her alone.

Things have a way of going walkabout when she's around.

Ooh. What's up with her?

Green-eyed monster.

Linda, jealous? Why? What's she jealous about?

Not enough of the Lenmeister to go around obviously.

The Lenmeister?

I thought we'd lost you.

The neurosurgeons need Kevin's answer.

It's really important we don't delay if he's going to be treated at all.

It's not fair. He's got no right to put this on me.

He trusts you. With his life.

Well, he shouldn't.

You can still make the right decision.

Even given the fact you're seeing someone else. You owe him that.

SIREN

WHIMPERING

Hang on a minute, looks like a likely candidate.

Oh, yeah. Well done, mate. Nice one.

HE GROANS AND COUGHS

OK, mate, can you hear me?

No, no, don't move your head.

Airway's noisy.

OK.

All right, he's got some severe bruising

on his chest and his abdomen.

I'll get IV access going. Recognise him from this morning?

Caller said some guy was beating up his wife,

and our man here intervened.

You see, there are some good Samaritans around.

Yeah, look what they did to him.

It's going to be OK. You're going to get through this.

I know you.

I'll be waiting for you when you come out, OK?

I love you.

I know.

How've you been?

We need somewhere to stay.

Just for a few days, get us on our feet.

Well - at least you're being up front about it.

Would you be prepared to stick to my house rules?

If you mean not stealing your clothes, you'll have to negotiate with Brit on that one.

I think Auntie Linda's clothes are safe.

-They're not all this colour!

-Anyway - I bet you're a right hit with the lads in that get-up.

Remember that costume party we threw back at Mum and Dad's?

Yeah, any nurse who came to work in what you wore would be arrested.

And your outfit - that wasn't a skirt, it was a hairband.

-Those were the days.

-Yeah, they were.

You know which house rules I'm talking about.

You don't even need to ask. I'm clean.

Are you really?

Test me if you like.

Is that who I think it is?

Still his favourite. Jermain. After Defoe, because you fancied him.

No, I never.

-You did!

-I can't believe it's still in one piece.

I must've gave you that five or six years ago.

Five and a half.

His first birthday.

Linda. We need you in Resus now.

OK, here we are. In here, please.

-This is Gus.

-Let's get some monitoring on, Scarlett.

-Found unconscious, result of a beating.

He's got a compromised airway facial trauma, a fractured jaw, bruising to the chest and the abdomen.

OK, are we all ready on three? One, two, three...

BP maintained at 110 systolic, pulse 100.

Sats are at 98%. We gave him 500ml of saline.

Going to finish my obs, OK?

OK, fine by me.

OK, this looks nasty. Let's get some suction on, please, Linda.

Hello, Gus, my name's Mr Jordan. I'm the lead consultant here.

Got to clear this airway.

Can we check his blood sugar, please?

We are going to need to tube him for the scan.

-OK, the RSI drugs are ready.

-No, this is hosing - more swabs, please.

That's it, yeah, that's better. That's better, good.

OK, sats are holding at 90%.

Right, if we can get a tube down, then we've got a chance.

Linda, let's get him intubated, please.

Call CT, let them know we'll be through straight away. Good.

-Jeff?

-Yeah?

Haven't we seen him before?

Yeah - the scoop this morning, with the fella who was fitting?

Good lad.

Excuse me?

He's had a stroke, is that it? He's worse?

No, not Kevin. You know the man I saw you with in the relatives' room,

who you were arguing with. Is he a friend of yours?

So it wouldn't mean much to you that he's just been brought in? MOBILE PHONE RINGS

He's been badly beaten up, he's unconscious with a broken jaw.

He's in CT now.

Hey, yeah, you called me? Something about my wife leaving something?

Her jewellery.

Yes, yes, her jewellery. Noel has it.

-Just one sec.

-Maeve, whilst you're here.

Can I take you through? We just need to run a couple more tests.

We'll be back in a minute.

Would you come with us for a moment? We've got a couple of questions.

-I'm just waiting for my wife.

-Come with us, sir.

-What the problem, exactly?

You saved me. But what about my daughter?

It's OK. She's with Helen. She's your best friend.

D'you still have her number?

Hello - this is Linda Andrews - I missed a call from you earlier?

Yes, she's my sister.

Right. I see.

Lins?

Yeah, I've got this number. Thanks, bye.

Lins, I need to know...

This is my place of work. Where I do my job. You know that word, job?

Keep your hair on, I just need to know if you've seen Jermain.

-Joe's dropped him, he can't live without him.

-The bear?

Yeah, the bear, you know the one.

Ah, thank God. My life wouldn't be worth living.

Yeah, and why's that? Why's that, Denise?

-What are you doing?

-Just give the kid his...

Brit - it's not how it looks. It's old gear. I wasn't going to use it.

You're a liar!

You're the reason I got on the drugs in the first place, remember? You gave me my first E.

But I stopped.

Yeah, you got out. Did you take me with you?

No, course you didn't.

So go on, eject us conveniently from your nice little life - again.

-It's what you do best.

-If I really wanted rid of you I'd have told the police where you are.

Ladies. Can we keep it down, please?

Sorry, Charlie, sorry.

You might be better off trying to sort this on your own time, don't you think?

Yep.

Come here.

-What are you talking about?

-That was them on the phone. Letting me know you're wanted

for assaulting a social worker. And that the kids are supposed to be in care.

Come on, kids, it's time for us to leave.

Denise!

Denise!

Linda - could you give us a hand with this?

Know anything about that?

Come on, hurry - if the police are calling the hospital,

they've probably got fellas on the ground looking for us too.

Hey wait, wait, love, wait, wait.

Come on.

Well? What are you waiting for?

Joe and me. We're not going.

You've gotta come.

Not this time.

You've got nowhere to stay.

Neither have you! What you got to offer us, Mum?

You've got no food, no bed, and the only person you've ever cared about is yourself.

-That's not true.

-Why do you always have to lie?

Hold on a minute!

Fine, you go. But you're not taking Joe. He's too little.

I'm not leaving him. It's me and him from now on.

At least he knows I won't abandon him. Or lie to him.

That's not fair. Come on, Joe, come to Mum.

Get on the bus, love. Come with me.

I'll be a better mum to him than you ever were.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hey... Where you been?

-Nowhere.

-I'll leave you to it.

So, I made it.

No stroke, no bleeding.

You made the right call.

I'm glad.

Just... glad?

Really glad. Really, really glad.

You don't have to pretend, Harv. Not with me.

I'm not.

-There's someone else, isn't there?

-No!

No - not any more, I promise.

-I saw him, you know.

-What?

The way he looked at me - I just knew.

That was him, wasn't it?

I told you. There is no him. Not now.

He's hot. You always did have good taste.

I don't...I don't want you staying with me out of...duty, Harv.

If you...if you love him,

then...

..he's the one you should be with...

'Linda, it's me.

'I understand you don't want to see me. But the kids. They don't want

'to see me either. I need you to find them. They're still there.'

Sorry.

Sorry.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Dare I ask, Linda?

You haven't seen a teenage girl and a small boy, have you?

Didn't think so.

Linda, I'll look out for them for you.

Thanks.

-Um, Noel. You know the two kids that came in with Denise Andrews?

-Oh, what they done now?

-It's not like that.

-They got trouble written all over them, that pair.

Well, they're my niece and nephew. And they're missing.

Oh. Well, in that case you've got yourself a search party.

-No sign. I'll keep looking, yeah?

-OK.

Anything?

Er, no. No.

Nope, nothing here either.

Linda.

I hope you can hear this. Because we've got plans to make.

Where should I start?

I think you said something about me moving in?

Britney!

-Mum doesn't care about us. Why should you?

-You're staying at mine. Just for tonight.

-We were coping fine on our own.

-You have to be with a grown-up.

-And you count, do you?

Well, apparently I do.

Just up there.

You're looking for someone in connection with an assault

on a social worker in Everton this morning.

Someone knocked the fella out.

Well, it was me.

All right, just name your price - I need to get in.

SHE SIGHS

Fine, I'll see you there.

It's the locksmith.

Sorted?

Yeah, he's meeting me at the flat. You know he's charging me more than he said this morning.

Only now you got two kids to put to bed.

I thought you said you didn't smoke.

I don't.

You all right?

Ask me again in a couple of days.

Listen, don't take this as a criticism,

but you might not be the best person to look after two kids who have just been abandoned by their mum.

They are going to be angry and they are going to be lost.

Social Services are very good at dealing with that. Nobody would blame you for calling them in.

They're family. It's only for the night.

Or two.

Denise has got to pick up my call at some point.

OK, good luck.

Thanks, Charlie.

Night-night.

Night.

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