My Aim is True Casualty

-See you later.

-OK, see you in a bit.

Did she say anything?

She said it's where she always walks her dog.

Did you get the impression she was telling the truth?

She'd have to be pretty nuts to wait in the park for you to

walk your dog, steal it, and then miraculously find it again.

Well, you said it.

Although "nuts" isn't the medical term I would use.

Last one.

Okey-doke. Ah, could I...?

No.

Nice.

Thanks.

Saskia chose it for me before she went off on her travels.

-Ah, you spending Christmas with her?

-No. None of them are at home this year.

-Oh, what a shame.

Nah, it's about time they did their own thing, give their poor mum some peace.

I don't know, do you think it's too much?

No, seriously, it's lovely, wear it.

I've got a locum coming in today, Dominic Carter.

-Keep an eye out for him.

-Dominic Carter - will do.

3006, Holby Control. Now in attendance.

BABY CRIES

What took you so long? In here.

We heard this noise, rushed through,

and Amy, my granddaughter, was lying on the floor.

She has a little mark on her hand. I think it's an electric shock.

Well, if it's gone in, it's got to have an exit wound somewhere.

Yeah, it looks to be here. Oh, yeah, there it is.

Can we have some water gel pads, please?

This is Meg.

Hello, Meg, how you doing?

Meg has had a shock too. She bent down to pick Amy up

-and she must have touched something, there was a bang.

-What happened?

No, out, out!

That thing, that karaoke thing nearly killed them! Out. Out!

If you won't mind for now, please?

So you have had a shock, have you, Meg?

It threw her back and she fell over and I think that's when she's hurt her arm.

It's important Meg tells me herself. Is that what happened?

Hit here and then...

Does it hurt you anywhere else?

No.

Back of your neck maybe?

All right, sweetheart, don't worry, we'll get you sorted. OK?

Roll on tonight, so we can have a dance, get a bit of the salsa going.

Salsa?

-Yeah, met my Natalie at a salsa class.

-Ah.

Showed her a few moves and the rest, as they say, is history.

We haven't had a chance to go much since we've had the kids but...

-I've still got it.

-Cuban or LA?

-Ah, you dance as well, do you?

-Oh, yeah.

-Miami-style, me.

-Why didn't I guess?

DOORBELL RINGS

Des?

Sorry, bro, just putting the rubbish out.

No sweat.

-So when's this big party then?

-New Year's.

-New Year's?!

Yeah, we figured we'd make some home-brew and need buckets and stuff.

-It's going to be epic.

-Sweet.

Help yourself.

What? Where the hell...?

Shut up, get inside.

I didn't know you were in today.

I'm not.

-It's all right, she's coming, Meg, she's safe.

-What happened?

OK, Meg Prest, 20, involved in an electrocution from a domestic supply,

got a burn to her left hand and a fractured wrist.

Took a blow to the back of her head as a result of the fall,

GCS was 15 throughout, she's had water gel pads, Entonox and five of morphine.

-ECG?

-Yeah, ECG was all fine.

Hello, Meg, you're in Holby City hospital. I'm Dr Hanna. Right...

-Can I help you?

-Zoe Hanna?

-Yes.

-Dominic Carter - your locum for the day.

-Oh, hello.

-Hi. Would you like me to take this?

-Oh, yes, please, be my guest.

Fletch will show you the ropes.

-Yeah, give us one minute and I'll be right with you.

-Thanks.

Zoe, this is baby Amy, she's nine months, possible electrocution,

burns on her left hand and right foot, she's had water gel pads applied.

We tried some dressing but she got a bit distressed.

OK, thanks, Tamzin. Linda?

-I'll take her.

-I'm her grandmother.

-Mrs...?

-Prest, Cathy Prest.

-OK, do you want to come this way?

One bucket.

-It must be some house he's got.

-Yeah, it is.

How come he wants you to keep all his stuff here?

-Cos he does, OK?

-I wouldn't mind one of them myself.

Here...get a load of this then.

Whoa! That is toxic. Does it work?

-Of course it works.

-Can I have it?

-No.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Hello? Anybody there?

-It's only Meatball.

-Liam?

Yeah, just coming, mate.

All right, Des?

Blimey, what's all this?

Next year, if anyone hears me say I want to organise the Christmas party, can you please shoot me?

Totty is going to be thin on the ground tonight, that's for sure.

-New locum's not too bad.

-He's ancient!

There's a lot to be said for that older, sophisticated gentleman.

Not in my book.

Well, young lady, I think it's high time you changed your book, hmm?

Doc, how did you get on?

-Brilliant! Good man!

-No worries.

-Zoe's been asking for you. Resus.

-OK.

Right then, er... Let's just, er...

Doesn't appear to be any neck injury.

-Do we know what her level of function is?

-No.

Can you tell me where you hit your head?

Can you show me where you hit your head?

I'm not deaf!

No.

Well, then perhaps you'd start answering my questions, young lady?

-Looks like she touched the wire.

-And the exit point?

Is the right foot. Now, I'm not sure how deep the burns are

but ECG was normal.

She seems fine but I think she's still in a little pain.

Probably best we do a full blood count and Us and Es.

She's going to be OK?

Yes, but we will have to admit her overnight just to keep an eye on her.

Tom, that's not the mum, that's the gran.

The mum is in Resus. She has Down's syndrome.

-She's the mum?

-Yeah and she lives independently, apparently.

-Wow, that's great. Lucky she's been given the chance.

-Yeah.

Oh, Zoe...the new locum?

Yeah, Dominic Carter. He's just filling in for the day.

-When I blew the whistle, it was on him.

-No...

Dominic, this is Dr Tom Kent. He is our paeds doctor.

-You know each other, don't you?

-Yes.

Um, the Down's mother. She has a Colles fracture of the left wrist

which will need reducing but without surgery, I think.

OK.

It's just a small point but it's important.

Here we say a MOTHER with Down's syndrome.

Like people to think of it as a condition, not a category.

-So, how's the baby?

-Only a few minor burns.

-He's said something, hasn't he?

-Yeah.

Yeah, well, he's very good at that.

I'm sure he had good reason to do what he did.

Well, those of us who lost our jobs might beg to differ.

We were simply supporting a young doctor who'd made a mistake.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned but loyalty to one's colleagues

should come fairly high up on the list.

Well, there is a difference between loyalty and turning a blind eye.

I couldn't agree more.

-All belongs to the same bloke?

-Yeah.

-What, is he a lord or something?

Dunno. Here, look, I got an impression for you.

No idea.

Yeah!

What?

-No-eyed deer.

-Eh?

-HE LAUGHS:

-Oh, that is brilliant, mate, brilliant.

I got something even better. Just give me a sec.

-Close your eyes.

-Eh?

Just close them.

-OK.

-Flippin' heck!

Just don't tell Des I showed you, all right?

-That is some beast.

-You're telling me.

It's a nightmare to pull the string back though.

Here, look, I'll show you.

-HE STRUGGLES:

-Oh, man!

HE SCREAMS

The whole idea is the SECRET bit.

Yeah, I know, and I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate

but I've been trying to sort something else out for tonight and I haven't a clue what to get.

Go on then.

Here you go.

3006 to Control, received and on our way.

Come on, you, gotcha! 26 Slingsby Road,

fall with a leg injury.

-OK. I'll have a little think.

-Oh, thank you, yes.

-What's up?

-Big Mac's struggling what to buy his secret Santa.

-Who's he got? Me?

-Dylan.

-Oh!

She's a beautiful child.

Isn't she?

You can put her down if you like.

Sorry, there's a Marek Kalinski asking how Meg and Amy are.

-SHE SIGHS:

-I bet he is. Would you mind?

-Of course.

-Thank you.

-Come on. There we are.

-How dare you come here?

-Mrs Prest...

-No.

..I just wanted to know how Meg and Amy are.

How do you think? They've both nearly been killed.

-They were electrocuted. God knows what would have happened if I wasn't there.

-Sorry...?

They are in your charge and they're not getting the proper care that they need.

Mrs Prest, I understand how strongly you feel but...

No, you don't, you have no idea. How dare you...!

Meg and Amy are extremely well cared for.

-No, soon as they're given the all clear, they're coming home with me.

-If that's Meg's decision.

Oh, don't use that on me. You have failed to look after her

-and Amy's not safe.

-Is everything all right?

No. No, it isn't.

So who did you get?

Louise. You?

Be wrong of me to say.

Oh, come on. Is it me?

-Hello.

-Tamzin?

You got the right address?

No, I just liked the colour of the front door.

-HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

-Hello!

-What?

-It's Tamzin. It is, it is!

-It's tattooed right across your face.

-Ssh.

-What?

Thought I heard something.

No, I can't have.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Hello?

Right, here you are. Cop that, will ya?

3006 to Control. There's no sign of the caller here

so we are going to head back in. Over.

-'Holby Control to 3006, return to base.'

-Don't you just love a hoax?

So what are you going to get her? Can't spend more than tenner, you know.

-Give it a rest, will you? You're like a dog with a bone.

-Me? I'm not the one with the bone.

Right, listen, you idiots, if an ambulance takes him in, the police'll be all over this.

Yeah, but we just won't say nothing.

-You won't have to, they can see what you've done!

-So what do we do?

Does it hurt?

-HIS VOICE TREMBLES:

-A bit, yeah. It's a bit numb.

Right, then as soon as we get it out, then we'll get you to hospital, OK?

Out? How the hell are we going to get that out?

-Easy. Just cut off the end then...

-No way, no way.

I'm not sure.

Trust me, all right? It's not going to hurt.

-Once he's necked a bottle of vodka.

-Vodka?

I've brought up Meg for 18 years.

I know what she's like, I know what she needs.

They all worship this Marek because he lets everyone do whatever they want.

It's their right.

It's their right to eat as much as they want,

their right to get pregnant.

I've told Social Services that Meg and Amy are here.

Maybe you can raise your concerns with them?

-SHE SCOFFS:

-My concerns?

They only listen to Meg.

Now she's an adult, I have no say whatsoever.

It's all about her rights.

And look where it's got her.

I'm all for independence but with freedom comes responsibility

and where she is, they ignore that.

They don't let her see the consequences of her actions.

I can't really comment on that

but I'm sure what happened today was an accident.

No.

No, it would not have happened if Meg was still in my care.

In my house.

It's always hard, that bit, isn't it, letting go?

Sorry to interrupt. Mrs Prest, your daughter's asking for you.

It's a very common fracture. We'll need to reduce that,

-just pull it back into shape.

-Pull it?

-Yeah, under local anaesthetic.

-No need to worry, she'll be fine.

And my granddaughter?

She's fine too. Luckily the burns weren't that serious.

So overall, she's going to be all right?

Yeah, it's a lucky escape.

And the tests were OK?

Well, her sodium levels were just very slightly above normal but she's fine.

It's just something to be aware of in case it gets higher.

Probably just dietary but I would have it checked.

It was a millimole, Dominic. It was just above the upper limit of normal.

So there is really nothing to be concerned about.

And are we keeping Amy in?

Yes, and you're more than welcome to stay with her and Meg if you like.

-Can I see her?

-She's asleep.

It's all right, I'm sure I can sort something out for you, all right?

Thanks, Fletch. Can you look after this?

Dominic?

-Thank you.

-Excuse me.

I'm not sure how to say this but I will anyway.

I know in some places age is venerated

but, I'm afraid, here you still have to defer to me as head of this department.

She did seem overanxious. I thought it best to reassure her, you know, err on the safe side?

Never mind.

-Darling, please, let her rest.

-I am.

The doctor says her sodium level's too high.

What are you feeding her?

Who monitors her food? Meg, this is not something you can ignore.

Shhhh!

Why not move back in, say,

till after Christmas then I can help you?

No. I can't. I promised.

Promised? Meg? Promised what?

Let me guess, you promised Marek you'd spend Christmas with all the other residents.

I see.

Meg and Amy are going to need some overnight things.

I don't suppose you could arrange that?

Meg, do you need anything from your flat?

Amy is my baby.

AMY CRIES

Smile.

Let's have a look.

Don't look real. You can't tell it's actually gone into your leg.

Cut round it then.

They'll have to anyway. I can't get my trousers off like this.

What? What is it?

Nothing, I... I just think we should go to hospital.

How?

I've got the van.

Get in your van?

Mate, that's not going to work.

Amanda? You off?

No, just a few errands to run. Back later.

Does anyone else know your news yet?

No. I thought, if it's OK, I'd wait, tell everyone at the party.

Oh, if you're going out and you happen to pass a CD shop...

Same address?

3006 to Control, received, we're on our way. Over.

-Didn't you tell them it was a hoax call?

-Yes.

Big Mac, I've got an idea for Dylan's Secret Santa.

No, Dix, you're all right, thank you. I got it all sorted.

I got a tip from Amanda. Lovely girl.

Sorry I'm late. Had to check a few things online.

Like airheads who shoot their friends with crossbows.

SIREN IN THE DISTANCE

You didn't! You morons!

How can I get it into your thick skulls?

-Meatball's not going to grass me up.

-I won't say anything.

It doesn't matter! If anyone sees him like that, the police'll bring charges

-whether he says anything or not. They'll do you for GBH.

-Eh?

-You want them to lock him up?

-No.

He could get five years.

Right, then we need to get him out of here. Now!

GRUNTS OF PAIN FROM INSIDE

Did you hear that?

No.

I don't think it came from in there.

Hello?

Hello. Ambulance service!

Hello!

Blimey, a right old Aladdin's cave in here, ain't it?

Jeff?

Hey!

-Leave him. Leave him.

-Come on!

OK, OK, sweetheart, just stay nice and still for me, all right?

I don't want to make it any worse. Jeff!

OK, now, Meg, can you feel that? Good.

Now, this isn't going to hurt but there will be a bit of a crunch

as we pull the bones back into shape, OK?

-You ready?

-Yeah.

BONES CRUNCH

There now.

All done there. Thank you, Meg. You're a very brave girl.

Yeah, I'll say.

We just need to get the plaster on.

Everything all right?

Dr Dominic Carter.

He's one of the consultants I blew the whistle on.

Ah.

Luckily, he's only here for one day.

So...?

So...?

So, tonight's party - are you saving the last dance for me?

That depends on who's walking me home.

-Thank you so much. You're a star!

-No problem.

-I'm going to leave William Tell with you.

-Thanks, fellas.

Right, this is Nick Langton, 23, he's got a crossbow bolt injury

to his right leg, no circulatory impairment, no other injuries.

His BP is stable at 120 systolic, his pulse is 90.

I've given him 200 of saline and 10 of morphine.

OK. Can you tell me how you did this?

Er, I slipped and, er, shot myself.

How's it going?

Yeah, all done. Went very well.

We just need to take another X-ray,

check everything's gone back in the right place.

Don't worry, it won't hurt.

I've, er, brought in the overnight things for Meg and Amy.

I'll...put them there, shall I?

Yeah, lovely. Leave them on the foot of the bed, that's fine.

And there's something for Amy to eat, not for now, for her tea.

It was...just what was in the fridge.

I think I might just... grab something.

Very impressive.

There's nothing we can do about it here. He needs to go to theatre.

We'll go and take a few X-rays, OK?

We'll keep you as comfortable as possible until the surgeons are free.

-You shot yourself?!

-Yeah.

How?

-With a crossbow.

-Can you show us?

Well...I was pulling it back... the string...and it slipped.

And where was your leg? The other side of the room?

No!

No. It was... It was... I was...

Well, no-one else was there.

They weren't, no. Honest.

OK, yeah.

SHE WHISPERS: Let's have a word.

-He won't say anything.

-We don't know that.

Remember, the same as when I had appendicitis, yeah?

No! Other side!

What's Big Mac up to? He's been very mysterious today.

I don't know. I think he's planning something for tonight.

Uh-oh.

I know. Was that them? Big Mac?

Can you do me a favour, sweetheart?

-Could you keep an eye on a couple of people for me?

-Yeah.

-Meg's check X-ray.

-Nice. Looks like it's all in place.

I'll go and inform my patient.

Zoe? I hope he's coming to the Christmas party. Er, wake up!

-Yes, mate?

-It's my brother.

We were laying a carpet, suddenly he doubles over.

He's got this pain here.

OK, I'll just take some details. Has he been here before?

No, no, never, we're, er, new to the area.

OK, name and address then, please.

Yeah, it's 58...Alma Road.

Hl7 4BJ.

Sorry to bother you but I was just wondering

if I could have a word with... I think she's called Tess.

-I'll see if I can find her.

-Thanks.

Hey.

I think she's hungry.

Do you need any help?

No, I'm OK.

You sure?

OK, well, I tell you what, why don't I help you set up?

Thank you.

YOU are very welcome.

The doctor said something about Amy's sodium levels.

That it might be dietary.

It was a tiny, tiny bit high but nothing to worry about.

I know but I've brought in the meals Meg had in her fridge.

I was just wondering if there was any way possibly that you could check?

Sorry but we really don't have any facilities for testing food.

No, I mean, just have a look, or taste even,

to see if they're OK before we give it to her.

It's... It's just chaos in that house - there's parties,

doors are left unlocked and Amy's meals are just not being properly monitored

and who knows what Meg has added to them.

I've just been so worried and if I try to make a fuss,

nobody listens to me.

KNOCK ON DOOR Tess.

OK, just give me a minute.

-Thank you. I'll just be in reception.

-Fine.

Everything all right?

I had no idea how invasive unwelcome affection could be.

I know you've noticed, Sam. Everywhere I look, she...

The thing with Dervla - that was taking it to an extreme.

-Oh, don't worry.

-No, what? Please. Please tell me.

Forget about it. It's fine.

You coming to the Christmas party?

You joking? No. What on earth could possibly...? No, no, no.

Trouble?

He just loves parties. Don't worry, he won't be coming tonight.

Ah, I think you're set up. I'll leave you to it. Bye.

Hungry girl. Who's a hungry girl?

One for Mummy!

Ooh, yuck!

That's better. Chocolate. Open wide.

Mmmm!

Nearly been an hour, I think we should just go.

If you think people are going to want someone with a record for GBH

fitting their carpets, then fine, off you go.

Look, soon as we get a chance, I'll see if I can find him, OK?

-Have you heard anything those two been saying?

-Who?

Those two, behind me.

-Jeff and Dixie think they might have something to do with this crossbow thing.

-Yeah?

Well, I think one of them is trying to fake appendicitis, if that's any help.

-I hope you're going to thoroughly disgrace yourself tonight, Big Mac. Noel says he is.

-Did I?

Ah, well, I might have a few tricks up the old sleeve.

This party is going to be so dull.

-Don't be such a party pooper, man, you know, there'll be...

-Help!

My baby, my baby!

-Help, help!

-What's wrong, what's happened?

-Help, help!

Get Tom and Zoe.

Come on, let's go.

Sorry, watch your back, watch your back.

-She's gone all floppy.

-What happened?

I don't know. She just appeared with her.

-Can you tell me what happened?

-Meg?

She just went... Went all floppy!

And before that? Did she cry or make any noise?

Did you give her anything?

She's still making hardly any respiratory effort, I think she's going to arrest.

I think I can hear a stridor.

Meatball?

-Hey, fellas.

-How's it going?

Mint. Don't worry, they still think I did it.

OK, stand by to intubate.

Let's hold off on the tube a sec.

Has a tracheal FB definitely been excluded?

No, well, because she said that...

Meg, listen, did she have anything to eat at all?

-She was hungry.

-OK. What did she have?

-Chocolate mousse, just chocolate mousse!

-It's all right.

-DOMINIC:

-Are you sure, Meg, is that all she had?

She didn't have anything to chew?

She only had pudding!

OK, I think I found some kind of chocolate button.

No, no!

-Let's crash, call the paeds, anaesthetist, straightaway, yeah? Fletch, could you...?

-Yeah.

Listen, Meg, why don't we go outside? We are just going to be in the way here. Come on.

It's well and truly lodged.

Nice one.

That was a good call.

OK, let's get someone from ENT to make sure there's been no damage.

Tess, can you let the family know that she is OK?

Zoe? Do you mind if we have a word?

Course.

About earlier, with the gran,

I'm sorry if I trod on your toes. It was a bit clumsy of me.

-No problem. I think what you just did there more than wiped the slate clean.

-Thanks.

Hey, have you seen the blokes that were sitting there?

No. Not recently, no.

It appears that Meg fed something to Amy -

a hard, round piece of chocolate that got lodged in her windpipe.

Hopefully there's little damage

but I think it's safe to say Amy'll be kept in for a few days.

Also, I think Social Services will want to review the level of care

and support Amy's getting.

Whether, as you pointed out, even with the best will in the world, Meg can manage.

Is there anything I can get you?

No. Thank you.

OK. Well, Meg's in the relatives' room.

-IN DISTRESS:

-No, no, no!

Meg, please, just listen to me, all right?

Sorry, I'm just not getting anywhere.

Meg, your mum's here.

Meg...?

She doesn't think she can look after Amy any more and she wants you to take her.

Me?

She's just worried that, well...

I fed her, I fed her!

Nobody is blaming you, Meg.

She nearly died. Mum, please!

MEG SOBS

Meg? Amy's going to stay here for a couple of days

and that will give everyone a chance

to sit down and work out what's best.

Please, Mum, will you take her? Please.

He can just say he wants to keep it as a souvenir.

Hey, that's a great idea, I could stick it on the wall.

-I'm sure they'd give it to him.

-And if they don't?

-If the police see it, they'll know exactly where it came from.

-Yeah, so...?

How many crossbows and bolts like that do you think have gone missing in the last couple of days?

-Missing?

-It is nicked, you morons!

-So's the rest of the stuff.

-Nicked? What, all of it?

Look, just get out and see if anyone's coming. Go on.

Security.

What? Stop them.

-What? How?

-I don't know. Just get out and stop him.

-Ah, excuse me.

-Yeah?

-What's going on?

-Nothing.

Close your eyes a sec, yeah?

-Where's the other one?

-What other one?

HE SCREAMS

Oi, you, come here!

What's happening? Can I get some pads in here, please?

I'm on it.

Try and keep still for me.

Amanda, look out!

Come here.

You OK?

That's it, young man.

Oi! You could help!

Thanks, Dylan, you're a star.

-HE SCREAMS

-What can I do?

-We are taking him to Resus.

-OK. And this one?

-Fainted.

OK, my friend. There you go. Put him in recovery.

-It's OK, I'm on it.

-Sorry, sorry.

OK, let's go.

OK, can you try and stay calm for us, please?

Can I get another large cannula in

and can someone tell the lab this is a code red?

OK, can you call theatre and tell them some idiot's pulled a crossbow bolt out of his friend's leg

and it's torn the femoral artery?

-How you feeling?

-Much better now, thanks.

-And your side?

-What side?

The pain in your side.

Oh, yeah, nah, nah, that's gone.

Right then, I'm afraid they're going to want to speak to you.

Yeah.

Why on earth would anyone do that?

-Why would you pull an arrow out of someone's leg?

-Haven't a clue.

It's mad.

You got him, you all right?

Made an effort. Hoping to get lucky?

-HE CHUCKLES:

-How's your patient?

Oh, he's fine, he is on his way up to theatre.

The main thing he seems concerned about is getting his arrow back.

That's insane.

So tell me about Dominic Carter.

After what he did today, anything I say is just going to be sour grapes.

So he is coming to the party then?

Yeah, underneath it all, I don't think he's that bad, you know?

-"Not that bad"?

-Oh!

-And don't think I haven't noticed the upgrade.

-Upgrade?

-I don't know what she means.

Well, let's just say those shoes weren't meant for walking.

-I'll catch up with you.

-See you later.

You ready?

Come on, ladies, in you come. In you come, ladies.

There you go, form a nice line.

Very nice indeed.

That's it, that's it, just behind there now. All right, close your eyes, close your eyes.

Close your eyes and...tada!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

When Meg got pregnant...

..the odds of her having a child like herself were very high.

I didn't think she would cope.

And I was too old to go through all that again.

Who was I to push for a termination? Me of all people?

And then she goes and has this perfect child.

This was like some cruel...trick,

seeing her doing things with Amy that I'd never had.

I hated... Hate myself for even thinking it.

It was you, wasn't it, who put the chocolate in her food?

I just...

I just wanted them to come back home.

I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt.

I know. I know.

What happens now?

The crossbow was nicked

and he started to panic in case the coppers put two and two together.

Well, there is no chance of that though, is there?

Ah, well, it's happened now, hasn't it? He has shot himself in the foot!

Ha-ha-ha!

Must've cost a bob or two. Only meant to spend a tenner.

Yeah, but it's not real though, is it? It's a fake, a knock-off.

-Smells nice though.

-Mm.

Charlie, thanks for doing this, you've done such a lovely job.

-I know, it's fab.

-Been my pleasure.

Now I really have seen everything.

Meg? Meg, we need your help. Well, Amy does.

Meg, Amy's going to be all right.

Nothing like today is ever going to happen again, I promise you.

This wasn't your fault. You're a good mum. You're a great mum.

She's right, Meg.

Amy needs you.

Amy, can... Can I see her?

Of course, love.

-And again and again, see? Now, that's not that bad.

-Liar!

You know, I am so going to miss everyone.

I know, they're a good bunch, ain't they?

-This finger - totally destroyed.

-Oh, gross!

Oh, no, that's not nice.

I dare you.

I double dare YOU.

That for me, is it? Right, OK, thank you.

Oh, excuse me, doc.

Are you supposed to be drinking?

Apparently red wine is very good for your heart.

Ah, I got you that! I didn't have a clue what to get you

but Amanda helped me. She's a nice girl, she is.

Ah, ta, mate.

Have you seen Tess?

She did say she was coming but that was ages ago.

My sister's offered me a job, she's opening a cafe on the Wirral.

-Nice. Good luck.

-Thanks.

-Look, I'm sorry about everything that happened...

-Yeah, yeah.

Truth be known, I think he's still carrying a torch for you.

I don't think so.

An Olympic-size flame.

You mean more like a burnt match.

Here she is. There you go.

Thanks, Mum.

-Meg, I think I need to...

-Not now, not today.

See you later.

-They all right?

-I think so. For now, anyway.

Right, then, you better get a wriggle on

because you have got a lot of catching up to do.

Yeah, I think it's a bit late now.

Late? Come on.

No, seriously. Sorry.

Right, well, in that case...

-you owe me a dance.

-No, no, no.

-Yes, oh, yes.

Come on, don't be daft, in you get.

SALSA MUSIC PLAYS

THEY LAUGH

-Didn't see that coming, did you?

-No!

Excellent. That was great.

That is fantastic.

-That is so kind of you.

-It's just a small thank you.

I didn't know you were leaving.

I didn't want anyone to make a fuss.

-I feel guilty enough leaving as it is.

-So when do you start?

Monday.

-DOMINIC:

-Let me get you one this time?

Why... Why don't you stay around a bit longer?

What? Stay on here?

Yeah, it's not such a bad place.

Yeah, why not?

-I'd love to, thanks.

-Great.

Two red wines, please. Thanks.

For you.

No, Big Mac already gave me mine.

No, this is from me.

No, no, this has got to stop.

Sorry?

I don't want your presents, I don't want you to kiss me.

I don't want anything from you, you understand me?

Dylan.

It's... It's... What do you call it? De Clerambault's syndrome.

She has convinced herself that I am in love with her,

she misrepresents every single gesture of mine to reinforce that belief.

If it's not that, then it's worse, it's stalking - plain and simple.

What?!

OK, OK, I found this... on your trolley.

You tell me how a picture of my dog that I took

comes to be in her possession?

Dylan...

See? No, no, it's OK. It's OK.

TEARFULLY: For someone so clever.

She's leaving.

These were thank-you presents.

I gave her the picture, Dylan. It was me.

Dylan...?

MUSIC: "Fairytale Of New York" by The Pogues feat Kirsty MacColl

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd