Cuckoo's Nest Casualty

What do you think of that?

Well, unless she prefers the more mature gentleman,

I suspect I might be wasting my time.

No, no, no, no, I mean her hair. You said you wanted me looking me best.

What did you mean by that anyway? More girly, perhaps?

Er, well...don't go mad.

Jeff, are you ashamed of me?

No, no, of course not, it's just...

I don't know, we're not the most conventional married couple, are we?

No, no, we're happy! At least, I thought we were.

-Happiest married couple I know.

-You see?

-What's going on?

I'm meant to be meeting Jeff's kids tonight for the first time.

-You should have said. We can swap shifts. I'm on an early so you can go and get ready.

-Really?

-Pair up with Baz, you can get off at lunch.

-Thank you, Tamz. That's very kind.

-No probs.

-That's if you still want me there.

-Yeah, yeah, course I do, yeah.

-Thanks very much, by the way.

-What?

-Pairing me up with Little Miss Clumsy.

-Still haven't forgiven her for breaking my mug.

-Get over it, Jeff.

It will do you good. It's about time you got to know each other.

Besides, if I'm going to look my best that's going to take a bit of time.

Yeah, you're not wrong there!

Don't be so rude.

Whether I make it through the rest of the day remains to be seen.

'Holby Control to 3006.

'Unattended baby in distress at 13 Aldcot Street, Holby.'

3006 to Control. Received. Over.

Tamzin!

BABY WAILS

Hello. Hello. Ambulance service. Anyone home?

-Hello.

-The neighbour said baby's been crying over an hour.

There is a mother, but no-one's seen her since yesterday.

We should call the police, knock it down.

Yeah... In my experience, nine times out of... Key!

-I hate it when it's babies, Jeff.

-I know what you mean.

They're making a noise, that's normally a pretty good sign.

-Hello?

-Hello?

-Ambulance service, anyone home?

-BABY WAILS

-Hello, we're paramedics.

-Hello?

-Oh, aye-aye. Not really my size, but...

-Stop it.

-All right, keep your eyes peeled, will you?

-Hello?

Hello, ambulance service, anyone home?

OK, in here, I think.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Hello, bubba. Hey, you.

Let's have a look at you. Check the bathroom for me, please.

Hey, come on, don't be scared.

Come on, I just want to have a little look at you.

The eyes are nice and normal, aren't they?

No sign of any rash, limbs normal.

Think you just need a bit of a nappy change and a feed, don't you?

-Where's the mum?

-Is there a name on that?

Yeah, Kylie Jones.

I've got you.

We're going to have to get her out and get her checked out.

Social services will need to be informed too. Come on, sweetheart.

-If you're unsure about us working together then...

-No, it's not that.

-I'm happy for you.

-Well, what is it, then?

-Are you sure you're ready?

I've already told you, I'll be fine.

It's a big place to clean, like, isn't it?

Yeah. And it needs doing properly.

-Not just a quick scrub with a wet wipe.

-I am a bit nervous.

-It's been a while since I worked, like.

-You're nervous?

If this place goes down with a superbug, that's me out of a job.

Aye-aye. You got home all right last night, then?

-I am never mixing red and white again.

-Great idea.

Next time, just leave the cranberry juice out of the vodka.

Nice outfit. Show me up, why don't you? I'll be wearing Mrs Mopp all day.

If anyone can carry off that look, Denise, it's you.

Good morning. Just a reminder - the weekend rotas need looking at.

Years of medical training, just to fill out colour-coordinated charts.

-Great.

-Did you actually get home last night?

-Why? What have you heard?

That'd be telling.

You do know that pain is nature's way of saying, "Don't do that"?

Yeah, and painkillers are mankind's way of saying, "Just you watch me."

Just wait till Christmas. We'll be rushed off our feet.

Because the world's going to end?

Well, that depends on your interpretation of the Mayan calendar.

But even if the world hasn't ended, we'll still be full of the nutters who think it has.

Hang on, I'm off,

before Receptionist Ratchett gives me another pointless job.

-Mac!

-And I was this close from a clean getaway.

I've been looking for you.

Yes?

I can never find you,

-so I'm implementing a new system with the porters. You all have pagers now.

-What?

And if you're looking for your auction tracker...

I deleted it.

-You did what?

-It was using up valuable hard-disk space on a government computer,

and distracting you from your primary duty.

To be a receptionist.

So receive.

-Oh, sorry.

-Sorry, sorry, sorry.

SHE SIGHS

Compliance schedules. "12-month trends against quarterly targets." Good luck with that.

Yeah, now I know why I could never have a conversation with Nick standing still.

FY2 rotas, consultant schedules. Clinical pathway meetings. Ye gods.

-Yeah, you could at least pretend to be sympathetic, Dylan.

-Sorry, I have patients.

Ah, Doctor. This little girl's baby Jones. First name unknown, whereabouts of the mother unknown.

Found her after a prolonged period, but she seems fine. Obs normal,

little bit of spontaneous crying, maintaining resps and sats.

-Have social services been notified?

-Yeah, they're on the way, and the police.

-Temperature's fine. Breathing fine?

-Yeah, all good.

-That's definitely a gurgly tummy.

-Who's a hungry little bubba, then?

What? I'm paternal. I can't help it.

There's a school of thought says babies learn language skills faster if we don't talk to them like idiots.

-I always talk like this.

-Is that the formula?

-Yeah.

We found it next to her. Doesn't seem to do much good though.

Let's put her on 15-minute obs, keep a close eye on temperature, we don't want to miss any underlying problems.

Shall we get a bed in Paediatrics until social services get here? Any idea how to trace the mother?

We got a name - Kylie Jones - but the neighbours don't seem to know much about her.

Keeps odd hours. Nobody seems to knows where she works.

HE SIGHS

-Who are you?

-Look, it's OK. I-I can explain...

It's not what it looks like.

Get out.

OK, OK. I'm going.

I'm calling the police.

-Stay back!

-It's OK, Marcus.

-How do you know my name? Who are you?!

-Look, I need to show you something.

-Don't do that!

-I know what you look like!

-Look, Marcus...

I'm going to call the police!

Marcus, you don't understand!

-'Emergency. Which service?'

-Ambulance.

And the police.

-Fletch has found us a bed in Paediatrics.

-Oh, yay.

-But not for another hour and a half.

-Boo.

We've got two patients coming in who've been involved in a fight.

I want them treated separately. One's serious, one's minor.

-So will you triage the minor? And where is Fletch?

-Yo.

Fletch, I want you and Lloyd to assist Dr Nicholls in Resus.

What are you doing?

Look, I know you're not exactly maternal,

but this is called feeding a baby.

-Dylan, your patient, please.

-Er, no, no, no, no, no.

Excuse me?

-Fletch, can you sort out Resus, please?

-Yep.

-You've got to be kidding me.

-You must have fed a baby before.

Of everything you know about me,

what would lead you to that grievously erroneous conclusion?

I wouldn't want to deprive you of treating your patients. Thank you, Dr Keogh.

Oh, and, er, don't forget to wind her afterwards.

We've got an unknown male, no ID, involved in an RTC with a Luton van, possibly KO'd.

He's got a deep open scalp wound, query fracture forearm.

I did that.

His GCS was 12 at scene now 13, his BP is 120 systolic,

his pulse is 90, sats 98, resps of 20.

-He's had five of morphine.

-Well, looks like he got his own back.

-He broke into my house.

-This is Mr Marcus Hillgrove, 17, took a blow on the nose.

Police were in attendance at the scene and are on their way here.

-Linda, triage.

-Which bed, please, Lloyd?

-This one.

-OK.

All right, my darling.

We're just going to move you over to another bed, love, OK?

Right, people, everyone got a bit? On three.

One, two, three. Gently.

Hello. I'm Dr Sam Nicholls. Can you tell me your name?

Er...I don't remember.

-What did you say it was?

-Let's get a CT scan set up.

When he's in a gown, check his clothes for identification.

-Do you know where you are?

-Hospital.

-Do you know what happened to you?

-They said I got run over.

-Do you know where you live?

-I don't remember.

Quite a nasty head wound here.

It's going to need sutures. Can we get a portable x-ray down here?

-Then let's get him straight in for a CT of the head and neck.

-That's a head and neck CT scan,

probably in the next ten minutes.

OK.

-Can you feel that?

-Yes.

-Do you hurt anywhere else?

-No.

All right, there is a clear deformity here... I'm going to need an X-ray after the scan.

How many fingers am I holding up?

One.

Still one?

One.

Excellent.

Well, the paramedics managed to stop the bleed, so I'm going to

get you in for X-rays and scans, then I'll suture the wound. OK.

The septum's definitely deviated.

I'm afraid you have broken your nose, Marcus.

We'll need to leave it for a few days to let the swelling go down,

then refer you to our ENT specialists. They'll decide whether it needs treating or not.

My God, what happened? Are you OK?!

I'm fine, Mum.

I'll get you some pain relief.

Thanks.

Be back in a sec.

How is he?

Broken nose. Yours?

Broken arm, cracked skull, can't remember anything.

-Could I get a porter? I need a patient transferring from Resus to CT.

-Don't they always(?)

Oh, my God, he attacked you?!

It was nothing, just a ruck. He ran away...

Am I going to be in trouble now?

Of course not! It's serious... I don't know.

Sounds like your boy did well.

This man, did he take anything?

I don't think so.

Where is he now?

Here. He's here, Mum. He knew my name.

Oh, Mick, just the man. I need you to look after the infant.

PAGER BEEPS

Sorry, I've been summoned.

Donald.

-Poppins - at last. There you go.

-What are you doing?

It's a baby. You know what to do with them.

Don't you know anything about paediatrics?

Enough to have not chosen it as my speciality.

No, no, no, no, no. This baby's just had a traumatic experience.

The most important thing for it now is rest.

Look how content she is. She has already bonded with you.

You can't jeopardise her recovery by passing her round

like a bag of sweets...

-Besides, I've got a very interesting case just in.

-Who? What?

Drugs mule.

Admitted to swallowing 20 bags of cocaine, but I suspect it's more.

I'll get you a baby-sling so you have your hands free at least. Good luck.

Well, I'm glad YOU'RE comfortable.

SHE PANTS

NO! No, no, no. >

-MUSIC PLAYS

-Again one, two, three and four!

No! No, no, no! Girls. If you really want this job,

you're going to have to give me more than that.

Let's go again... from the top...

Taylor?

What are you doing here this time of the morning?

-I've come to get my stuff.

-Your stuff?

-I'm quitting, Sheila.

You can't do that!

Just did.

But you had a great night last night.

That big VIP table - you must have made lots. Private booths.

I don't do that.

You can't quit. You owe me too much money.

What are you doing?

It's the ants.

Get them off me!

-It's this way.

-Can you tell me what happened?

We don't know. She just collapsed.

-OK. We'll take over. What's her name?

-Taylor.

Is that her real name or her dancer name?

She's always just been Taylor to us.

Taylor? Taylor, come on. Taylor. Can you hear me?

Has she taken anything, do you know?

I don't know.

-When did you last see her?

-She was working last night. I closed up at 5am...

I suppose I last saw her about an hour before that.

She had a big spender table of City boys. Was doing lots of VIP dances.

Taylor, come on, darling. Taylor, can you hear me?

No sign of class As...

Is she on drugs? I have a strict anti-drug policy here - zero tolerance on controlled substances.

Those pupils are really dilated. We'll have to take her in.

Let me sleep.

All right, princess. ..Do you have a family contact for Taylor?

No. I'll... I'll come with you.

Well, there's no room in the ambulance. You'll have to make your own way. I'll get the chair.

Anybody call for a porter?

Yes, thank you, Mac.

OK, we're going to get you off to X-rays and CT scan.

Don't worry, we are just going to have a look at your brain, make sure there's no damage there.

It's highly likely your memory loss is just temporary. It'll come back on its own accord

Let's hope you find an actual brain in there.

So what have we got?

Mobile. Keys. Nearly £20 in cash...

and a newspaper ad for an expensive watch. And that's it.

OK, well the phone is locked.

Why doesn't he have a wallet? Everyone's got a wallet.

No house keys either.

Maybe he was mugged... it got stolen...actually lost his memory before the accident?

He wasn't wearing a watch when he came in, so maybe he's thinking of buying one.

The lad who came in with my patient - was his name Hillgrove?

-Can't remember.

-Sam!

-Yeah!

-Any news on the mystery man?

Yeah, most likely a fracture of the distal radius and ulna.

Plus a nasty gash on his head.

The police are here. They want to talk to him.

That'll be interesting. Considering he's suffering from amnesia.

That's handy when you're caught red-handed with the police at your bedside.

OK, well, I'll need to stitch the wound and refer him to

an orthopaedic surgeon before he's in a fit state to talk to anyone.

OK. But if he's faking, I want him sent straight up to the psych ward.

-I don't want timewasters clogging up our beds today.

-OK.

-Ah, what have we got then?

-Shouldn't you sign this off to somebody else?

You're probably right. Shame, no-one available(!)

Jeff?

This is Taylor - surname unknown, age unknown. We think she might be in her 20s. Collapsed at work.

GCS 12, BP's 130/90. Pulse 90 and Sats are at 94%. Pupils are dilated

so we thought she may have OD'd, but no sign of any drug use.

OK, any friend at the scene or anyone who could give us her medical history?

No. She wasn't out on the razz. She works in a lap dancing club.

OK, let's have her over when we are ready.

One, two, three. Nice one. And across on three.

One, two, three.

Right. Hello, Taylor, I'm Dr Hanna? Can you hear me?

Have you taken any drugs?

OK, let's get some routine bloods. We need Us and Es, LFTs, FBCs.

We'll need paracetamol and salicylate levels. And let's hang up a bag of saline.

Any track marks? No sign of habitual IV drug use, no.

-Everything all right?

-Yeah.

OK, let's wait for these fluids to kick in and then we'll try talking to her again.

Thank you.

That's got to be drugs, innit? A lap-dancer?

Bet she likes a party.

Jeff, that's really out of order.

-I'm just saying.

-No, you're judging.

-No, I'm assessing.

-Just cos she's a dancer doesn't make her a slapper.

-I never said she was a slapper.

-But that's what you thought.

Hang on, wind your neck in.

You know what, I need some air.

Yeah, I think you do, mate, to calm down.

-Everything all right?

-Ah...women!

Yes, Jeff?

-Well, they are wonderful.

-Amazing.

Salt of the earth.

Mother Earth, in fact.

Earth Mother - what he said.

Yeah, yeah. Haven't you got a patient you should be attending to?

Linda... Where's that lad that came in with my patient?

They are in the relatives' room being interviewed by the police.

They?

Yeah, his mum's here. Is that your patient?

Yeah. I don't know.

You know, I heard my lad telling his mum your patient knew his name,

even though they'd never met before.

-OK, I'll speak to mother and son.

-Thanks.

That's a sight I never thought I'd see.

Would you like a go? She's no trouble.

No, I wouldn't want to interrupt a beautiful thing.

A little bit of effort wouldn't go amiss.

What? I'm doing it, I'm doing it...

I'm serious, Denise. It's important to do the job properly.

I know, I know.

I was wondering if you wanted to go for lunch at the coffee shop - thought it might be fun.

Besides, I don't really know anyone else here - well, not properly anyway.

I'm sorry, I can't.

-Fine, I take the hint.

-I can't.

So you can't remember anything? Not even where you live?

Nothing.

I sometimes think that might be quite nice.

There you go - Doc will be with you shortly.

Thank you.

All right, Denise?

Feels like me first day at school all over again.

All that it needs is my head shoving down the toilet.

Oh, well, there is still time for that to happen.

They do say that the first day on a new job is hard...

If you're saying it gets better...

No, I was going to say first day is hard,

but a nice cup of tea and a sympathetic ear can do you a world of good.

Come on.

-Mac? I just tried paging you.

-Ah...yes...I...

I need you to take these bloods from Dr Hanna's patient to the lab.

Hello, I'm Sam Nicholls. I'm treating the man who...

The man who broke into your house.

Are the police going to arrest him now?

Not yet - he's not really in a fit state.

It's my fault. I shouldn't have attacked him.

He was an intruder in your home - it's a natural reaction.

I think that's for the police to decide, Marcus.

Who is he?

We don't know. That's the problem.

We have no ID and he seems to have lost his memory.

Can I ask...? He had this in his pocket.

People get weird about it sometimes. We've had psychics contact us...

amateur detectives...

people who just want to see who we are for themselves.

Here.

Your 12-year-old son disappeared?

We'd rented a cottage in Cornwall and...right on the beach...

and this night at midnight, Marcus insisted on going on the beach

to watch the fireworks. Daniel wasn't well.

He'd gone to bed early, he'd...well, he slept right through it.

We stayed right there - we were never far away.

Anyway, when it finished, I checked on Daniel, and he was fast asleep.

But then the next morning I went in his room and there was just blankets,

just a big heap of blankets, and I'm still not sure if that's

what I saw when I checked on him the night before. You know, I should have

gone closer...I should have checked, but I was afraid to wake him.

I should have kissed him goodnight.

There's also this.

I understand you had it produced for the ten-year anniversary of your son's disappearance.

(Jesus.)

What is it?

It looks like him, Mum.

It looks like the bloke who broke into our house.

What are you doing?

I can't stay here. I need to get home.

-No.

-Honestly, I feel much better.

No, not yet, you're not. Get back in.

We need to keep you under observation for a while and I need to get some details off you.

Taylor, is your doctor prescribing you any medication?

No, I only take vitamins.

OK.

At the club, they know you as Taylor. Is that your real name?

I really can't stay here - me daughter will be wondering where I am.

We can contact her for you.

No. OK, let's just make this quick. My full name's Kylie Taylor Jones.

I use my middle name for work.

OK.

Are you sure you want to do this?

I want to see his face. I need to.

OK. I'll take you through to CDU.

You know that lap dancer from earlier? Taylor unknown query?

-Yeah.

-Full details - get on to the admissions register and see

-if we have previous treatment on record.

-Right away.

-And have her bloods come back yet?

-I gave them to Mac.

Let me find out how long ago he dropped them off.

OK.

Oh, hang on a sec... We so have to get a photograph of this.

You could be the new poster boy for the Child Support Agency campaign. Smile!

It's starting to get quite soothing, actually. Bit like cuddling a puppy.

Can I have a look? Come on, Zoe.

If Dervla was to see these, she would feel threatened.

Zoe! Zoe!

-No.

-Come on. Come on, Zoe.

I really appreciate this, Mac.

You're not like people have said, are you?

Er... What HAVE people said, exactly?

I dunno... Just that... maybe you like to shirk out of work

a bit too much?

Not really a team player.

Oh, so that's what people have said, is it?

I'd better get back to work.

Linda's just looking for excuses to have a go at me today.

-PAGER BLEEPS

-You too, by the sounds of it.

HE SIGHS

Oh, for heaven's sake! She's even got Noel beeping me now.

I've certainly found out who my friends are today.

Hang on - now, I've still got ten minutes. Union rules.

Suit yourself. Thanks for the tea.

You're welcome, love. Any time.

Problem?

Dr Hanna needs some blood results

and I asked Big Mac to deliver the samples a while ago

but the results aren't on the system yet and we can't find them, or him.

Oh, he's up on the first floor - that storeroom at the end.

Um... I'm just going to clean up cubicle three.

I heard there's been a mess.

Thanks, Denise.

Leave it with me.

I'm sorry about before.

That's all right.

I wasn't thinking what you thought I was thinking.

-Yeah, I know.

-It's just all the signs were there that she'd been partying hard.

-I wouldn't dream of calling her a slapper.

-I know you wouldn't.

Why get so upset, though? That's not like you.

Well, if you're in a position where that's your job in the first place,

life's probably tough enough without being judged.

One minute.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-I'm here to see a friend who's been admitted.

-Patient's name?

-Taylor.

-First name?

Just...Taylor.

How's she doing?

She's all right. She's in with Dr Hanna.

Ah, right. THAT Taylor. Yep, Kylie Taylor Jones.

She's in CDU, which is that way.

Thanks. I'll pop in and see her.

What did you say her name was?

-Um, Kylie Taylor Jones. That girl you brought in?

-Baby Jones.

The social worker's here.

-Come on.

-Yeah, right, yeah.

-Where we going?

-Come on!

< SNORING

SNORING CONTINUES

Mac!

Oh. Ow! Ah.

-Reception's been paging you.

-Er, yes, about that -

is this really necessary?

Clearly it is.

Yeah, sorry. Five minute break. I dropped off.

We are in a business that's permanently underfunded

and understaffed.

I expect a full day's work from everyone in my team.

Every day - from the moment they clock on

to the moment they clock off. No exceptions.

Will you go and see Louise, and find out what she wants?

Yes. Sorry, Tess.

You have some visitors.

Mum?

Do you want some of this?

Ah. Well, you've done quite well, haven't you?

You took quite a lot of that.

Right, this is a meta-analysis of stent thrombosis

with drug-eluting and bare-metal stents.

You know, the relative safety of drug-eluting and bare-metal stents,

particularly with regard to stent thrombosis, is quite a hot topic.

Not that, er...

Well, stent thrombosis is not that common, I suppose, is it?

DOOR OPENING Dylan, I need your baby.

I...normally expect dinner first.

Social services are here. They've found her mum.

Oh, this is the mother who abandoned her baby, is it?

That's not fair. It's out of our hands anyway, now.

I just want to give her the chance to see her again before...

Before the social services rightly take her baby away.

-Take it easy, mate. She's just saying.

-Right, firstly,

I'm not your MATE. Sec...

You're right. I'm sorry. Of course you are.

I'll see you in just a little bit. Oh, don't forget that. Thank you.

Thanks very much. Mate.

What happened to you?

I don't know.

There must be tests we can do. DNA?

Yeah, of course, but it'll take a few weeks

for the results to come back, and by then, chances are

his own memory will have returned.

How can you not know if you're my mum?

It's complicated.

Can I...hug you? Just to - I don't know - see?

Yes!

Yeah, yeah. Of course you can.

Back in a bit.

Marcus?

Marcus!

Oh...

Maybe you could tell me something about myself.

Your name's Daniel.

-Daniel.

-No.

You don't want to create false memory syndrome.

It's very important that you remember for yourself.

Perhaps a visual reminder?

I can send Marcus home for some photographs.

And we've got a box of Daniel's toys.

OK. That could help.

I'd like that.

OK. Um...

Right, I'll be back shortly.

Right, I'm going to stitch your head now.

There you are.

SIRENS WAIL

Marcus?

-This is weird.

-It's not Daniel.

You don't know that.

-He was my brother. I can feel it.

-Yeah, he was my son. I can't.

I'm your son too. Don't my feelings count?

Look, Marcus, if there's even the slightest possibility,

if there is the vaguest chance that that is Daniel then I need to know.

THIS is what killed Dad.

-Don't say that.

-You wouldn't move on!

He was my son! How can I move on?

I'm your son!

Oh...

You still blame me. Even earlier today -

"MARCUS wanted to go to the fireworks..."

Why are you doing this?

I was six years old! I didn't make Daniel disappear!

Daniel is just a memory. He's a collection of photographs.

There are more photos of Daniel in the house than there are of Dad.

-Or me.

-That's not true.

There are 26 photos of Daniel in the house.

One in MY bathroom. There are six photos of Dad and six of me.

Four of my photos and four of Dad's are with Daniel.

Look. I need you to go home and get those photographs.

And... And the box of Daniel's toys, and...

Look, everything's going to change, I promise you.

One way or the other, everything will change, but I need to know.

Oh, Marcus.

See, now that I've got them, she's not here.

I'm sorry, who isn't?

Doctor Hanna. She was all urgent about getting the blood test results

for the mother of that baby of yours, and now...

She's probably gone for a smoke or something.

OK, you can leave them with me.

Hm. Right. Fine.

You were fine last night. You were on great form.

Must have made a lot of money.

I told you, I don't do the VIP stuff.

I don't care if you do it or not, love.

You still owe me for the money those gentlemen spent on you.

SHE SIGHS

My handbag's on the side.

You gave me a right scare.

So are you going to work tonight?

I meant what I said earlier - I'm leaving.

There's only 100 here.

You still owe me the house fee for the three nights before that.

-They were dead nights. No-one was in.

-Not my fault. You know the rules.

And you know my policy on drugs. That's a £150 fine on top too.

-I can show you somewhere safe to keep that, Taylor.

-Lucy.

If you don't want to put it in your handbag.

Oh, don't tell me - you've got a baby.

Can you give us a minute, please?

I need a smoke anyway. I'll be back shortly.

We'll talk more then.

There's a social worker outside. Wants to talk to you.

They're going to take her, aren't they?

Taylor, you left her alone.

It's so hard looking after her and working.

-This is her, is it, the absentee mother?

-Dylan.

There's a query positive for opiates in your blood test results.

You can't breastfeed a child when you're taking drugs.

I don't breastfeed her, and I don't do drugs! You can test me!

-There's something wrong. Let me have a look.

-Don't take her!

-Dylan.

-BABY CRIES Let him take her.

-We need to get this child to resus.

-Listen, she will be fine, OK?

-Is she OK? Lucy.

-Taylor.

-Is she OK?

Lucy! Is she OK?

That is my baby!

Dylan, give me the specifics.

Well, I think the baby's suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

She's very agitated, elevated temperature,

she's got a distended abdomen.

The mother is a probable opiate user.

She says she doesn't breastfeed

but she's not the most reliable historian.

Can I get some O2 please?

-38.6.

-OK, so let's get some more bloods, blood gases...

Taylor, whatever it is you've taken, you really need to tell us now.

Nothing, I promise.

Think! It could be anything

I've already told you, I don't breastfeed her.

But I know breast is much better.

That's why I put vitamins in her formula to make up for it.

-You do what?

-Vitamins.

OK, which vitamins? I need to know precisely and immediately.

I don't know - just multi-vitamins. They're in my handbag.

I'll go get them.

BABY CONTINUES CRYING

Oi! Jeff, stop her! She's got Taylor's bag!

Wait! Hold up.

-Excuse me.

-I need that bag.

-I'm just looking after it for Taylor.

-Yeah, well, we can do that for her.

-You people don't earn much, do you?

It's not safe leaving personal possessions

-lying around the hospital.

-Taylor's baby is being resuscitated

as we speak.

I need the contents of that bag to find out what's wrong with her.

The longer you stand here arguing, the more chance she has of dying.

UNZIPPING What have you given her, anyway?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Really? Dancing till four o'clock in the morning?

I don't force anybody to work for me.

What's this?

Boosted?

What's Boosted?

Oh, I get it - you needed something to keep their energy levels up,

didn't you?

So you sold them these on top of charging them a house fee

for dancing all night.

Get it off the internet? Yeah, course you did.

Anything with Benzedrine-like properties in it.

Do you have any idea what's in these pills?

Or do you just tell her its caffeine?

Oh, you seem to know an awful lot about it.

Yeah, I do,

cos I remember you, Sheila.

I remember you from The Pink Pussycat.

You were the lady all the dancers went to

-for their pharmaceutical needs.

-They called you Sabrina.

-SHE LAUGHS

Oh, you didn't last long.

No, I got a proper job.

I'm sure I could find some of your old publicity shots.

Maybe I'll come back here, pin a few up on hospital notice boards.

I won't forget this, SABRINA.

Neither will Taylor.

Now do one.

BABY CRIES

Vitamins.

See, just vitamins.

Wait... It's the milk that we've been giving her all day.

It's been giving her iron poisoning.

Um...

Right, we need to do a serum iron. Can we call paediatrics, please?

We need to work out a regime for desferrioxamine.

Hi.

Hi.

Marcus has gone back to get some of your... Um, Daniel's things.

Thank you. I hope there's an Action Man in there.

Yeah?

Daniel loved Action Man.

I don't know why I said that.

How far away do you live from here?

Not far - just a couple of miles. Where you had your accident.

What was I doing there?

Was I... Was I looking for you?

I hope so.

I hope Marcus is back soon.

Could you just excuse me for a second?

Sorry about that.

I, um... I just went to get this.

What?

What is it?

-Ears.

-MOBILE RINGS

It's the ears.

Marcus?

I'm sorry, Mum.

It's not Daniel.

He's some sort of conman. He lives in a van.

Every human being's ears are as distinctive to them

as their fingerprints.

He's got files on us, photographs...

This isn't your son.

Mum, did you hear what I said?

Yes.

Yes.

Come and get me, son.

-PHONE BEEPS

-What do you mean?

Well,

Daniel's earlobes are quite large,

and as he got older, they would have elongated,

and yours are much smaller.

It's not him...

I'm so sorry. I didn't think...

No, it, um...

Marcus said. It's not him.

I liked them.

I thought I'd found my family.

I think...

I feel...

..like I've been looking for them for a long time.

I think I'm alone, you see?

You're not alone.

No-one's ever really that alone, are they?

I mean, even if they want to be.

You woke up somewhere,

came from somewhere,

and you even have...

keys...

You know what I think?

I think that Marcus has discovered who you really are.

Thank God.

Yeah.

You did tell us you weren't taking any drugs.

I didn't think it WAS a drug.

I just thought it was an energy tablet, like athletes have.

Well, God knows exactly what's in it. It's basically speed.

But you saw the symptoms -

hallucinations, high blood pressure, fitting...

I dare say you've probably taken them with coffee as well?

I'm going to lose Lucy, aren't I?

We'll make sure the social worker knows everything that happened.

Sheila lied to you about what was in the pills,

and you were just trying to feed your baby properly.

You didn't know.

I was only going to leave her for ten minutes

while I got my stuff from the club.

If I hadn't collapsed,

then I would have been back with her before she woke up.

This isn't about punishing you, Taylor.

This is about making sure that you - and...Lucy, obviously -

get the treatment that you need.

I mean, she obviously likes you, and I trust her opinion implicitly.

All yours.

-BABY WHIMPERS

-Shh.

Jeffery Collier, you handsome...

You're not going to tell Dixie, are you?

Tell her what?

Blimey, if she knew you used to be a lap dancer,

she'd never let me work with you again.

You know, it's one of those things that's very easy to get into

and a lot harder to get out of.

Taylor just reminded me of the old me, that's all.

Yeah. Well, you know what this means, don't you?

What?

I get first dance with you at the Christmas party. It's the nearest

-I'll get to a lap dancer on MY wages.

-Play your cards right

-and I might get my Santa outfit out.

-OK, now you're talking!

-Oi.

-QUIETLY:

-Busted.

That's what you get for hanging with a party girl.

-What's so funny?

-Wow.

Dixie!

Is it, um...

Is it too much?

No, you look great.

But then, you know, you always do.

You'd make my kids proud of their old man,

even if you wore your uniform.

Cos it's not what they think you are, is it?

-It's who you are that counts, right?

-Yeah.

Thank you, Mr Collier.

Come on, handsome.

Have fun.

Did, um... Did Tess find you earlier? She was looking for you.

Did you tell her where I was?

Yeah. Sorry.

Oh, right, well, cheers.

Thank you very much, Denise, for grassing me up. Ta, mate.

Hey, I've just been trying to page you. Pub?

Well done for today. I'm proud of you.

Proud enough to buy me a drink?

Er, yeah. Go on, then. We're going for a drink.

Ah-ha. You left these in resus.

Ah, I would kill for a G&T, Charlie.

I know exactly what you mean.

Bugger.

PAGER BLEEPS

Ah. See you in the pub?

Ah, no thanks, mate. I'm going to give it a miss.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTING

What are you still doing here?

Oh, um, I just... You know,

I thought I'd hang around for a bit,

get round to treating some actual patients.

It's got nothing to do with a certain baby in CDU, then?

-No, no.

-You know that photo I took of you earlier?

I was going to e-mail it to you, and then I thought, "You don't want that, do you?"

Shall I just delete it?

No, no, no. Send it to me.

It might be quite useful, actually, for a paper I'm about to publish

about the, um, the dangers of...

of vitamin supplements in children.

I'd like to read that.

Night, Dylan.

Night, Zoe.

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