All in a Day's Nightmare - Part 2 Casualty

-Dad! What happened?

-He had a bit of an accident.

-We're taking him to Holby City.

-I'm coming. It'll be all right, Dad.

-I just want to know why this happened.

-You want me to tell you?

-Yes!

-Clive...

No, no, OK. I'll tell you.

-We borrowed the money so we could have you.

-So you could have me?

IVF.

Where do they come from - your parents?

My biological dad is from Jamaica but I never knew him.

Jamaica? Not Africa, then?

No, Jamaica.

Oh! Well, sometimes that's how it is, huh?

Yeah.

-You know it's Lenny's last day.

-His what?

Did you not hear a word I said? I don't want anything.

But everyone says that.

No party, no drinks. Not even a farewell cup of tea, Linda.

I knew you weren't 19.

I knew you weren't 18.

Here, Britney!

Oi!

MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

Linda. Britney just got in a car.

-What car?

-I don't know.

Does she have any friends with an estate car?

Course not - she's not old enough to drive.

Look at this, then. Do you know anyone called Jason?

Jason? No.

-Who are you ringing?

-My brother.

-Why?

-To let him know where I am.

-Problem?

-Yeah. I dropped it. It won't dial out.

Good thing I got you a new one, then.

PHONE RINGS

'Hello? Hello?

'Only messing. Leave me a message. Bye!'

Britney, will you give me a call as soon as you get this message?

I'm going to kill her. She's not answering.

So what do you want to do?

What I DON'T want to do is contact the police.

Her social worker already knows she's been suspended from school.

-If they think she's running wild...

-You're scared they'll take her back into care?

Yeah.

Did she look frightened at all?

No. Look, this is the thing, Linda. It all LOOKED perfectly friendly.

Right, I'll just have to find her.

-Oh, we're ready for the catch-up.

-If you just give us a minute.

Hiya.

Hi.

I wish we could have stayed longer at the party.

They knew we had to get to work.

Anyway, I'm sure Sheila can really let her hair down

-now you're not looking over her shoulder.

-I'm not like that.

You're telling me you're not the kind of brother

-who vets every guy his sister looks at?

-Not at all.

If you hadn't had been so quick to get out of there, you'd have seen.

-I just didn't want us to be late.

-Really?

-What's that supposed to mean?

-You had nothing to eat.

-I wasn't hungry.

-You don't think you were a bit rude?

-A bit rude? No.

-You were stand-offish.

-Stand-offish?

-Yeah.

-Maybe I just didn't want to answer a load of stupid questions.

-Like?

-Where do you do your hair? Where are your parents from?

-Which church do you go to?

-They were trying to be friendly.

I know what they meant, so do you. You just don't want to admit it.

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS

Oh, what? Shut your mouth, man.

This better not take too long. My gig's at nine and I have to warm up.

It won't take two minutes.

What won't? Look, Talia, I'm here now, just tell me what's going on.

You just got to stop him. Tell him not to be so bad mind.

What? He won't listen to me!

There he is. George.

George! George! Ah, there's Lewis.

-What's this about?

-It's my fault.

-George!

-Heard you been calling my girl a sket.

-Leave from me, man.

Just keep her name off them lips, yeah.

This guy's a joker! You get me?

Come on. George, It's just a waste, man.

-Matt, tell him.

-George, she's right. Leave it out, man, it's not worth it.

-Come on, man.

-Yeah, move.

-George.

Come and see me play. Come on.

You for real, yeah? I stopped linking her. You know why?

Dumb sket was putting it around with anyone who had a couple of quid.

George!

Do you think you're bad, man?

Matt, do something!

Pull back, man, pull back.

-You all right?

-Get off me!

You all right, George?

Matt! Get off him!

-Matt!

-Get off me, Get off me! You too, tough man!

-Matt, you all right?

-Are you all right?

-Yeah, I'm all...

-Matt?

-Matt! Matt!

-Matt!

Call an ambulance, then.

Matt. Matt!

Hello? I need an ambulance. I need an ambulance!

There she is.

That doesn't tell us anything.

-Wind it back a bit.

-Yeah.

Please. Right, there you go.

Can you read that number plate?

Nah, it's too dirty. You can get fined for that, y'know.

That's very interesting. I'll be sure to tell him when I find him.

What about that sticker?

That's a...that's a parking permit.

Yeah, but for where?

That's for the Nearmead Estate.

-I used to have one when I lived there.

-Yeah?

-Right, cheers, mate.

-Thanks, Noel.

What are we doing here?

Getting your phone.

-This isn't a shop.

-I know. I bought the phone last week

when you first told me yours wasn't working. It's in my flat.

-Come on, I got you some things.

-What is it?

Wait and see.

If this turns out to be some drunk kid in a pool hall,

we're going to have that rematch.

A chance to win my 50 quid back, Paul Newman.

You're on. Make it 100 if you're feeling lucky, punk.

Don't we know him?

Yeah, his dad's Chilcot, Clive Chilcot.

-We picked him up this morning. Been beaten up.

-He's over here.

-We know you.

-Yeah.

This is becoming a bit of a habit, ain't it?

OK, has he got a name?

Matthew, Matthew Chilcot. He's my brother.

-So what happened?

-He collapsed.

-They were fighting.

OK, which was it?

He collapsed when fighting.

With Lewis Johnson - some idiot. He's been chatting bad about me.

Matthew, have you any pain, love?

Yeah...

It's in my side, but I'm all right...

It's just when I fell...

Are you normally fit and well, yeah?

-Yeah.

-Right, looks like you may have a cracked rib or two there, mate.

OK, I'm going to need to have a look at your hand, aren't I?

Can I have you on this pool table, mate, please?

Thanks for coming, bruv.

It's cool.

Any questions before we start tonight's fun and games?

No. I have to say thank-you, though.

-What for?

-For the cancellation of Lenny's leaving party.

Bless whoever it was who saw fit to curtail my misery.

-It was Lenny. He didn't want it.

-He's probably had enough of everyone.

-In that case, I know exactly how he feels.

-OK, let's get to it.

Beverley Smith...

Scarlett, have you got a minute?

-I'm a little busy.

-Please!

About earlier, can we just...

Lloyd, I wasn't rude to your family.

OK, you weren't rude, but you weren't exactly polite.

Look, what's your problem?

-You really don't know?

-No.

-When I turned up to your house, they were disappointed.

-No, they weren't.

They were expecting a nice African girl, preferably from Nigeria.

-Did they say anything about you not coming from Africa?

-Yeah.

-No.

-Yes...

-Scarlett, Mrs Smith has been...

-One minute, Tess!

Excuse me?

Sorry, Tess.

Can we just have 30 seconds?

-30 seconds.

-Thank you.

I'm not what your family want.

-They made that clear.

-I'm sorry you think that.

-Is that all you're saying?

-What do you want me to say?

If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you.

SIREN WAILS

When you fell, do you know if you banged your head?

No...I don't think so.

I was watching. He didn't.

Have you collapsed before?

No.

-If you have, it's important you let me know.

-I haven't.

OK.

OK.

I'm think we're on a wild goose chase here, Linda.

We can't give up yet. There's a blue estate car.

Right.

It's got a wing mirror missing.

And there's the parking sticker. This is the one.

-Then she's got to be in this block.

-So what do you want to do, then?

-We ask.

-OK, yep.

Wait in reception. I'll get someone to take a look at you.

-Try and stay out of trouble, yeah?

-You know me, bro.

OK, Dix, what do we have here?

Right, this is Matthew Chilcot, 18,

collapsed after being involved in a fight, query fractured rib.

He claims otherwise to be fit and healthy, despite being breathless.

His sats are now 97, his pulse 80 and I've given him five of morphine.

-Matthew, I need you to wiggle your bum over there, please.

-OK, mate.

All right, there you go. Thanks, Dix.

OK, Matthew can you open your eyes for me? Thank you.

I'm just going to take a listen to your chest.

Not a lot of air travelling through.

-Matthew, are you having trouble breathing?

-A little.

We should do a chest X-ray, a full blood count, Us and Es,

-clotting, glucose, group and save.

-OK.

Tom, can I have a word, mate?

-I've got a paramedic's hunch.

-Can't see it through the uniform.

That kid's hiding something.

OK.

Matthew, are you in pain? Apart from your ribs?

No. No, I'm not.

-You should tell me if you're in pain, mate.

-I will.

Here.

It's my nan's. She died.

-I live here now.

-Her stuff's awful.

And it stinks.

I bought you some clothes. Why don't you try them on?

-No.

-Why not? I spent ages choosing them.

-I want to see if they fit.

-I just want the phone you promised me.

Well, try on the clothes, then I'll give you the phone.

You can get changed through there.

What's occurring, Tom?

He's got a couple of fractured ribs. Otherwise he appears to be OK.

We're monitoring until we find the cause of the collapse.

This just in - teenage boy appears to be OK.

The adrenalin rush of emergency medicine never ceases to amaze me.

You all right?

Yeah, it's only an itch.

Do you know the time?

It's 20 to 8.

-I've got a gig in just over an hour.

-A gig?

Yeah, I play trumpet in a six-piece

and I'm pretty sure they're going to miss me if I'm not there.

-Do you want me to ask the doctor, see what he thinks?

-Yeah, please.

All right, then.

Our patient's wanting to know if he can go.

OK. Matthew,

-how are you feeling?

-I'm good.

Listen, mate, you've got a couple of fractured ribs.

We need to keep an eye on your analgesia to make sure we're managing the pain.

Come on, how are you going to play the trumpet with fractured ribs?

You should see me play.

BEEPING, MATTHEW GASPS

-Matthew?

-I can't keep my arm up.

-Problem?

Sudden severe muscle weakness.

OK, let's get an urgent MRI, please, Lloyd.

-What's going on?

-Try not to talk.

You were saying something about emergency medicine?

If you just bear with me,

I'll just get a second opinion from Sister Bateman.

George, you all right?

Yeah, I'm cool, man. How's Matt?

-The doctors are with him. We haven't seen him yet.

-Come here.

-How is he?

-It looks like his index - excuse me -

middle and ring fingers were all fractured, but they're not displaced.

-So it's not that bad.

-It could have been worse.

Scarlett will strap them up for him

-and he'll have an orthopaedic review in a week.

-Thank you.

-What happened?

-There was just an argument.

-You mean you got into a fight and dragged your brother in.

-Clive.

No, Mum, he's right. Sorry.

Why were you fighting?

-It was my fault, Clive.

-I should have known, and don't call me Clive.

Sorry, Mr Chilcot.

I was looking after my girl. What, is that wrong?

-You got your brother in hospital. How can that be right?

-But I didn't!

It wasn't his fault, Mr Chilcot. Matt just collapsed.

I should have handled it differently.

What would you have done, beaten her with a stethoscope?

I might just do that when I find her.

-Right, I'll search this floor. Do you want to take another?

-Aye, OK.

SHE RINGS DOORBELL, KNOCKS

Job for Dylan.

-So he's had a TIA.

-Yeah, but he says he's fit and well.

Is that Lloyd?

-Yeah, Lloyd.

-Lloyd.

Has he said anything to you?

No, but he's clearly in more pain than he's letting on,

and he has been scratching his leg quite a bit.

His eyes were a bit jaundiced.

How are you feeling now, Matthew?

Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling much better, thanks,

and there's still time for me to go and play.

Can we have a look at your leg, please?

My legs? Why?

Leg - singular, preferably the one you've been scratching.

-Is it this one?

-OK.

Right. Um, how long have you had this?

What?

This ulcer.

Can you bend your leg for me, please?

-That's quite painful, isn't it?

-Not really.

-I think you're a little bit of a fibber, aren't you, Matthew?

-No.

Jaundiced eyes, ulcerated leg, sore joints, breathlessness.

Are you going to tell me you have sickle cell or wait for me to guess?

You look great. Do you like that?

Yeah.

You look so lovely. Really special.

I need to remember this.

We can go shopping again tomorrow, if you want?

Get you some new clothes,

some new underwear. How would you like that?

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

-Shh. Don't move.

-KNOCKING

DOORBELL

I think there's someone in there.

Probably some old couple that's too scared to come to the door, Linda.

Come on.

It's OK.

There's no need to be frightened.

Stand over there. I'll take some photographs.

Go on!

He's just through here.

It's the sickle cell, isn't it?

Matthew has had a TIA. It's a mini stroke.

It's my opinion that Matthew's sickle cell was responsible

for a vaso-occlusive crisis earlier and this TIA just now.

But he hasn't had an attack since he was a baby.

-Given what we know, I think that's unlikely.

-Matthew?

OK...I've had a couple.

-George helped me.

-How could you be so stupid?

You know how bad I want to study jazz.

-Have you heard of Berklee?

-No.

Well, it's the best music college in the world.

-I wasn't about to let this sickle cell stand in my way.

-Oh, Matthew...

What happens now?

Well, that will be down to the haematologists.

They have various ways of dealing with this.

As far as I know, a replacement blood transfusion...

Transfusion doesn't get rid of it, though.

To the best of my limited knowledge,

the only way to get rid of sickle cell is a bone marrow transplant.

Then, I'll have one.

Sign me up.

-Unfortunately, it's not so simple.

-I don't care.

We'll need to test your brother and any other close relatives,

-to see if they match, and could be a donor.

-We know all about donors.

You've looked into this before?

When they were little.

His brother's a match.

Oh, Dylan. You wouldn't get an MUA form for me, please?

I'm just manipulating this finger.

You seem to be confused. Me doctor, not PA.

I think you're confused. Me boss - you, do as you're told.

About your patient Matthew.

I spoke to Dr Davis on the haematology ward

about an exchange transfusion. He's happy for us to do it here.

-Apparently, he's too busy in clinic.

-Great. Not only do I get

an odds-busting patient, I get to do a transfusion. Perfect.

No, I said no. It's not in our remit.

-If anything went wrong, we'd be responsible.

-But he needs this. He's already had a TIA.

A fully blown stroke could be imminent. I've done it before,

more than once. I'm a doctor, you know, a very good one.

Yes, I know, you do tell us often enough.

-And I will continue to until I get my medal.

-I said no.

HE YELLS IN PAINS

My thoughts exactly.

There you go, sorted. I'll get a nurse in to strap that up.

Kojo, would you? What do you mean by odds-busting patient?

Well, if Matthew has sickle cell, then the chances are

both his parents have the trait -

-or at least they carry a variant haemoglobin gene.

-OK.

So what are the chances

that his brother's completely sickle-cell free?

One in four.

I am a doctor, too.

You hide it so well.

Not exactly odds-busting, though, is it?

He's also a bone marrow match.

That IS pretty lucky. Embryo selection?

Can't be. He's 15.

Come on, let's do the transfusion. Come on!

All right, but I want Dr Davis down here as soon as he's free.

As long as he doesn't get in my way.

"Thank you"?

Nothing?

No, nothing. This could take ages.

-So how long do we give it?

-Before we phone the police?

-Yeah.

However long you want, Linda. I'm there for you.

-Thank you, Lenny.

-OK.

-Man, I feel fine.

-Just because you feel fine doesn't mean you are fine.

Five minutes, then I take you back to Resus.

-Matt.

-That's you done.

-What happened, bruv? I heard you had a stroke.

-I'm all right.

We know you've hidden Matt's attacks. It's all right.

-I know why you did it.

-You do?

You two looking out for each other. It's what we always wanted.

George, we've got some great news.

-Can I tell him?

-You know, I feel like a coffee.

I can take you guys to the coffee shop, if you want?

OK.

What?

Well, the doctors say it all goes away with a bone marrow transplant.

All I have to do is find a match.

-I'll get tested.

-You don't need to.

-No, but I want to.

-Honestly, bruv, you don't need to.

CAMERA CLICKS

That looks amazing.

-CAMERA CLICKS

-Do you like the new clothes I got you?

You look really, really special in them.

Why don't you, uh...

undo your buttons on your top a bit?

Give it a more relaxed look.

That's great.

I'm thirsty.

Some lemonade?

Yeah, thanks.

Sure.

Then we take some more photos. Maybe do something a bit different.

You going to be all right with this case, yeah?

-Yes, absolutely fine with it.

-We are going to go ahead

with the exchange transfusion. Dr Keogh here will oversee it.

Will I still need a bone marrow transplant?

Well, it's not a cure.

No, that's George.

Are you sure, though?

-I know you're a pussy cat when it comes to pain.

-Yeah, right.

You don't know how lucky you are.

Having what they call a saviour sibling can cost a fortune.

Yeah, but they had me using IVF.

And it cost a load. That's why our dad's in the state he is.

You couldn't have been created as a saviour sibling

because embryo selection wasn't available back then.

-What about somewhere else?

-Do you mean abroad?

Yes, could they not have done it abroad?

I'm really not the right person to ask about this.

-You should talk to your parents.

-(Preferably when I'm not around.)

-Oh, terrific.

-Mum, Dad,

-what was the name of the hospital you had IVF?

-Whoa...

-Why?

-I just want to know.

-It was a private clinic.

And what was it called?

-The First Life Fertility Clinic.

-What's this about?

Dylan? Scarlett?

-George thinks he was created as a saviour sibling.

-I explained to him

-it wasn't available in the UK when he was born.

-What are you doing?

I'm checking the clinic online. I want to see if it's in this country.

-George, wait.

-Don't, love.

-What's it say, babe?

George?

Georgie.

No.

-We've still got one more block.

-Yeah.

-She's got to be there.

-Let's hope so, eh?

-What?

We're running out of options.

-You think something's happened to her?

-No.

What if she didn't know this guy and he's...

This is Britney we're talking about.

She's tougher than half the neds in Glasgow. It's just, time's ticking.

Let's check this last block, but if not, we've got to call the police.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Hey, Red, where you going?

I'm trying to find George. Someone needs to tell him

to listen to his mum and dad. He can't just walk out on his family.

Not many people can.

I wasn't suggesting you should walk out on yours.

It felt like that for a moment.

It's just... I didn't fit in, and you didn't really see that.

Look, tomorrow, when we're finished,

do you want to grab a coffee?

OK.

There's a little place called Coffee Love just off the Market Place.

Sounds lovely.

-All right.

-All right.

MUSIC POUNDS, MEN CHEER

Look, Linda, they might have parked the car and gone somewhere else.

Yeah, but where?

I don't know, I don't know.

I'll see if they've seen anything.

TYRES SCREECH

You all right in there?

KETTLE WHISTLES

-Yeah.

-Won't be a minute.

Just making a cup of tea.

I don't know how you sleep at night.

You stole an interesting case from under my nose. Matthew,

you were mine first, mate.

I didn't steal your patient. He was gifted to me

due to my superior skills as a doctor and human being.

I bow down to you.

One day I hope I too could be a god amongst men.

-No, don't go after him!

-Why not?

Because it's not the right time. He's angry.

He could easily say he won't give Matthew the bone marrow.

-Marsha! Our son thinks his whole life has been a sham.

-Still...

let's let him calm down first.

Well, I want to make sure he's all right.

-I'm sorry, would you mind taking this outside.

-I'm sorry, sorry.

-I do understand this is difficult.

-I never wanted him to find out.

You must have known this day would come sooner or later.

-Not like this.

-We should have told him.

We did what we thought was right at the time.

Why should he believe anything we say now?

You have to understand, things have changed.

While the illness was dormant, you didn't have a problem. Now you do.

We now have a son who needs a bone marrow transplant.

We can't just use George. He's also our son.

A son I wanted. I wanted a second child.

You also wanted the IVF. YOU wanted to go to America

because there you could select the right embryo. All this, YOU wanted.

Matthew was my baby.

I wanted to protect him.

And George - don't you want to protect him too?

Yes, of course I do.

Then we have to fight to get him back.

We have to let him know we love him and he's not just here for Matthew.

I can manage.

I'm seriously worried about him. I've never seen him like that.

It's OK, we'll find him.

-You really like him, don't you?

-Yeah, I do.

He's the only one who thinks I'm not just some sort of sket.

George!

-Are you OK?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-We need you to come back downstairs.

-Why should he?

-He needs to hear them out. They're his mum and dad.

-Are they?

-IVF, embryo selection - I could be anybody's.

-You know that's not true.

They never wanted me. They paid to have me

so I could be used as spare parts for my brother.

-How would that make YOU feel?

-Oh, come here.

Britney?

Britney? Where's my phone?

Britney?

Britney, stop messing around. This is not funny!

I'm sure it was as much a surprise to Matthew as it was to you.

You still don't owe him anything, George.

Being a bone marrow donor is painful. It really hurts, man.

Come on, let's go.

-George. Don't go.

-No, you and Mum are bang out of order.

I ain't doing this transplant.

-He don't want to talk to you.

-Why not listen to what he has to say?

-Cos they've lied to me for 15 years!

-I'm not lying to you now.

-Your mum wanted to protect Matthew.

-Tell me something I don't know.

Look, I don't know if I loved you the moment I saw you.

I don't know if I loved Matthew the moment I saw him...

-..but I grew to love you both.

-Him more than me.

-No.

-So why are you always shouting at him?

Because he's a pain in the neck.

-You're just trying to talk me into it.

-I'm not. We can't make you

-and we wouldn't want to.

-So it was a waste of time and money, yeah?

It's what's called an ill-conceived plan

and if I could turn back time...

..I wouldn't.

-You wouldn't get rid of all that debt?

-No.

Because it would mean we wouldn't have had you.

Britney.

Britney.

Britney!

I just want to talk to you!

They can't remember seeing anything. They don't know who owns the car.

But I can get a shot around the car park if I want. I said no.

Right, that's it. I'm calling the police.

Help! Get away!

-Britney!

-Get away!

Hello? Police, please.

-Get off me!

-Give me the phone!

Give me the phone!

-Give me the phone!

-Get off me!

-Britney!

-Britney!

OK! You can have the phone!

Britney!

Let's get out of here!

Oh, God.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY, MACHINES BEEP QUIETLY

-Sorry about earlier.

-I don't want to interfere with your personal life

-but when it starts affecting your work...

-I get it.

-Scarlett and I were a little off today.

-I'm not singling you out.

I'm going to talk to Scarlett too.

No, please don't. It was me that stopped her from working.

She didn't take to my family and I got a bit upset.

But I know when she sees them again,

it'll be cool, so I've organised a surprise get-together.

There are SOME surprises girls like

like chocolates, flowers, even a foot rub,

but "surprise - here's my family that made you feel uncomfortable"

definitely isn't one of them.

Look, this is nothing against you, bro.

Mum and Dad lied to me too.

I don't want your hand-me-down bone marrow.

It's what THEY want us to do.

-All right, as long as you're cool, yeah?

-Yeah.

-Tally wants to get some air, but we'll be back in a bit.

-All right.

I've given you some time to think.

Are you ready to admit that you stole my patient?

-Are you serious? You seriously thought about this?

-Hmm.

Haven't you got patients to treat, or to charm?

You call it charm. I call it being polite.

I don't care what you call it, Tom.

It's not that difficult. I'll give you a few pointers if you like?

-I don't like.

-"I don't like, thank you."

See? Call that lesson number one.

-BEEPING Dylan!

-I feel...

-I feel...

-Try and relax, Matthew.

I think this is developing into a full-blown stroke.

-We need to hurry up with this transfusion, please.

-OK.

Recheck the electrolytes. I want a BM stick and let's repeat the MRI.

Lloyd, Scarlett. Could you let both factions of the family know?

-All right.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

What's happened?

It's a full-blown stroke. It happens when blood can't get to the brain.

-Is that cos of the sickle cell?

-Yeah.

Do you think I'm wrong, not wanting to do the transplant?

No, I get it, but at the same time,

when you care about somebody, something's got to give, hasn't it?

How would you feel watching him get sicker, seeing crisis after crisis,

knowing that you could have done something to help?

I have to explain.

-At the time, I didn't think I had a choice.

-You always had a choice.

Talia, let her talk.

You have a baby, a tiny little bundle in your arms

and they tell you he's ill

and that he might spend the rest of his life being ill

and there's nothing you can do about it.

Every day, you watch your baby in pain.

You have to live with it.

And then someone says there might be a way to stop it,

a way to stop him being ill.

Well, there was no choice.

If we could...

..we would.

We did.

OK. OK.

He's in an underground car park in...Albany House.

It's on the Nearmead estate.

Yeah, Lenny Lyons, 079...

-Don't let me die, please.

-Yeah, that's the one. Thank you.

Right, you've got an ambulance on the way.

I swear I didn't touch her.

She's just a little girl, man. What are you playing at?

I'm sorry.

She... She...

HE CHOKES

Linda.

Linda!

-He's got an occluded airway. He's not getting any breath.

-Is it an FB?

I don't know, I can't see anything

-but I don't think so.

-There's bruising to the throat.

I think it's a tracheal oedema. He needs a surgical airway.

-The ambulance is on its way, yeah?

-He won't last that long.

Then, we have to do something.

-With what equipment? We have nothing.

-Well, we have to.

I'm going to need a knife, then. Something sharp.

-I've got nail scissors.

-They'll do.

Linda, it ain't going to be pretty.

I need a straw as well.

-A straw?

-Something for the tracheal tube.

-This won't work, will it?

It better work, cos if we attempt it and it doesn't work,

someone will say we wanted him dead.

If you don't attempt, it's the same thing. I've got a pen.

That'll do. Take the ink out and give me the tube.

Come on!

I've seen sharper butter knives.

There we go.

-This isn't deep enough.

-Just make it deeper.

Right, you got the tube?

Come on...

Right.

Nothing.

He's breathing.

HE GASPS, GURGLES

I don't know what the hold-up is. He's 18 and he's having a stroke.

Hey, bruv.

You need to stop doing that, bruv.

-You might think it's boom but it's not.

-Right, up for MRI now.

-We need to inform the Stroke Unit ASAP.

-I'll do that.

Look...I just want you to know, I'm here for you, bruv.

I'm down for whatever, you get me?

-If I've got it, take it.

-No, no...

Yes. You're only saying no cos you think that's what I want,

but it ain't.

I love you, bruv.

OK, this is why the leaving do is cancelled, then, eh?

Yeah, we thought this would be more fun.

Wow, what happened here?

He was hit by a boy racer. We did a bit of a DIY job.

-I can see that.

-Looks like you saved his life.

But if it's OK, we'll get him in the ambulance and straighten this out.

-Got a name?

-He uses a website, goes by the name of Jason.

-That's all I know.

-Jason. Jason!

Jason, can you hear me, mate? I'm a paramedic.

Going to get you to Holby ED as quickly as we can, OK?

-Dixie, could you do me a favour?

-Yeah, course I can.

Will you take him to St James's?

-Yeah, but Holby's closer.

-I know,

but I have to take Britney back to the ED with me.

-OK, fine.

-Yeah, thanks.

-Where is she?

-She's in the car.

She all right?

She's pretty shook up.

OK.

Ah, brilliant. I'll let the family know. Thank you.

Hey! Scarlett.

I think you should know that Sheila works at Coffee Love.

What?!

I just wanted you two to meet again.

Oh, so we find ourselves in the same room

and I say, "Oh my, what a coincidence!

"While I'm here, I should apologise for my rude behaviour"?

-I don't want you to apologise.

-What DO you want?

For you to give my family a proper go, before rejecting them.

-So your whole family's going to be there to ambush me?

-No, just Sheila.

She's like the soft option, where my family's concerned.

Look, I'd like you to like them.

If it doesn't work, then fine. But I'd like to try.

-See that?

-LINDA LAUGHS

Where's Britney?

-She's in Tess's office with the police.

-You not staying with her?

She didn't want me to.

Kids and the internet, eh? Dangerous world.

Yeah, I know.

-You know I'm always on the end of the phone.

-I know.

You did a good job today.

We did what we had to do, eh?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in here.

-You all right? Yeah?

-Yeah.

I'll give you a minute.

Come on. Sit down.

What an idiot!

It's all over now.

What did you tell the police?

The truth.

And what did they say?

That I was brave.

But I wasn't brave.

I'm sorry I hit you.

So am I.

I won't do it again

and I won't do anything as stupid as this again, I promise.

How about I don't hold my breath?

-This time it's different.

-Why?

Why's it different?

-You came after me.

-You didn't think I would?

I didn't know, but now I do.

You and Joe mean more than anything to me.

But this is all new to me, I've not done it before.

-So you have to help me, not fight me, OK?

-I will, I promise.

Hi. Hi. Um,

just so you know, the neurosurgeons have seen Matthew's scan and they have a bed for him.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

-I'm going to stay with Talia.

-Look, Georgie...

-Mum, please.

-I need some time to think. Sort my head out.

-Georgie...

Don't punish us like this.

I'm not punishing you, Mum.

I'm just giving us all some space. That's all.

What's up? Is it Britney?

No. She's in the on-call room, all tucked up in bed, safe and sound.

I'd kind of like to be tucked up in my own bed, safe and sound, Linda.

-What's so important?

-You know today when we found Britney?

-Yeah?

-How did that feel?

-It was good. Why?

-Because you care about her.

-Yeah...

And you'd like other people to have that feeling too?

Yeah, of course.

Well, here's your chance.

-ALL:

-Surprise!

They weren't going to let you go quietly.

Those not working, champagne, those working, orange juice.

Me and you - definitely champagne.

There you go.

Linda...

So I think it would be nice to see Sheila,

but not because I was tricked.

That's cool, no pressure.

-Just let me know when.

-Good.

Sorry.

Me too.

OK, toast, I think.

Doctors come and doctors go. Some doctors you're very happy to see the back of.

Mentioning no names. Others you're happy to bump into further down the road,

and then there is this man,

a doctor who...

who will be sorely missed.

And pathology's gain is our loss.

And remember, don't take any backchat off those dead bodies.

LAUGHTER

Lenny Lyons.

CHEERING

-Go on, Lenny. Speech.

-Yeah, speech!

-Come on, man!

-Speech!

-Speech!

-Speech!

-Speech!

Aye, all right, all right!

Right, well, um, firstly,

how the hell does someone get to this age without realising

that surprises, they're pretty cool!

More importantly,

guys, thank you. You've been colleagues, you've been friends.

You've been family, which some of you will know is something

that I've not exactly had a lot of in the past

and, uh...

I'm kind of scared to let go of.

But...anyway, thank you. Um...

Yeah, thank you.

-To you guys. To the ED.

-To you, Lenny!

-Cheers, Lenny!

-Cheers!

CHEERING, APPLAUSE

To the future.

Thank you.

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MUSIC PLAYS: "Palaces of Montezuma" by Grinderman

# Come on, baby, let's get out of the cold

# And give me, give me, give me your precious love for me to hold

# Come on, baby, come out of the cold... #

SIREN WAILS

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