Brave New World Casualty

LOUDSPEAKER

-ANNOUNCER:

-30 seconds till the start of the 2012...

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Mac! Mac!

Mac! Over here!

All right, mate! I didn't think anybody could be bothered.

Hey, as if I wouldn't see my best mate off.

Not when you can double my rent.

Nobody else could make it?

They're busy at work with patients,

but we're all betting... We're all rooting for you!

Suppose I'd better... Though the thought of 13½ miles is a bit...

Well, I won't say, "break a leg," mate, there's no room in cubicles.

-STARTER:

-Three, two, one...

Away we go!

And the starter fires his gun...

Good luck, Mac! Good luck, mate. Watch the ticker!

And he's off!

To a very slow start.

'He's waiting to cross the start line.

'Over and out.'

Right, we're off. And here come a couple of prospective punters.

Your official Big Mac T-shirts are now ready.

They haven't exactly captured his best side, have they?

To make Mac's run more interesting,

we're running the 'Big Mac sweepstake'...

It's £2.50 a ticket, and it's how many miles he manages to get round.

Right, this is Tony Hartley, 43.

Tripped and fell heavily on his left side.

He has got severe chest pains, looks like he may have cracked a few ribs.

Six miles!

Well, if he does give up, then half way's a good bet.

Come here, come here.

Let me see there's no price tags on -

-we'll say they were half price in a sale.

-Yep, we're fine.

-Let me check your shoes. Yes, that's all tags off.

-Yeah.

Touched you last.

Serious.

That's not steam coming out the hot taps...

You just missed the plumber, we've finally got the boiler fixed.

Stay there, don't move, you're getting hugged...

Neil, you got change of a twenty?

I can't take her pound coins from the cafe again...

I've only got a tenner...

Carl.

See now, last night, there was over 300 quid in the till -

this morning, a hundred's missing.

Now, apart from me and Chloe, you're the only one with a key...

And you're pointing the finger at me?

I marked all the notes with this cross...

It's bad enough taking the piss out of me.

There's got to be a mistake...

I thought money had been disappearing for a while,

but wasn't entirely sure until now...

You - pack your bags, I want you out of this flat.

-You know how ill he is...

-I mean it, Chloe.

-Let's talk about this!

It's either me...or him.

-I don't want this.

-Leave it, I'll sort it out.

-Every single week it's the same thing.

-You can understand it...

But I'm your brother, Chloe.

I'll sort it out. Put it in the till, OK?

ALARMS RING

Are you all right, Dad?

Don't worry about me, just see if there's anyone in there.

Chloe!

Is someone in there?

My fiancee! My fiancee is in there.

CHLOE!

CHLOE!

Ow!

Chloe, where are you?

Chloe!

Zoe!

Sorry, but that just takes naff to a whole new level.

Come on, everyone is wearing one.

My day's bad enough without having Mac plastered over my chest.

Are you not looking forward to your "Team trust-building day?"

What do you think?

Look at that - "11.15 - split into two teams

"and go on a pirates' treasure hunt."

I'd rather walk the plank.

-Linda, you busy?

-No.

Dr Ashford, I'm going to be out most of the day,

-so you can look after the department.

-OK.

Hang on a second...

I've got to review an x-ray - chest pains, possibly pneumothorax.

But there's things we need to talk through.

We'll be fine, we can manage.

Don't worry, Ash'll look after us.

I'll miss you, too...

Good job it wasn't packed with punters.

Ah, I was booked in for a perm, as well!

My fiancee, Chloe, and her brother are inside...

Are you OK, there, mate?

Yeah, I just slipped, I'll be fine.

Mind your back, please.

Move - let them treat her.

Hello, Chloe, I'm Dixie, I'm a paramedic.

We'll soon get you sorted, love, all right.

-Going to put you on a board. Jeff, can you get us a board?

-Yeah.

Thank you.

Move, you're in the way!

For God's sake, Carl!

I told the copper we're late for the bar mitzvah -

he took our address, he's going to let us through.

We're only going to be five minutes late, anyway.

Try telling that to the Rabbi!

DIXIE: You're doing really well, kid.

Can you please just go and see about Neil, because he's not well...

Please can we forget about Neil for a moment?

I'm going to give you something for the pain, love, all right?

Good girl.

-You must be Neil, yeah?

-Yeah.

Let's get you sat down, mate, I'm just going to have a look at you.

Take your time. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

OK, easy! let me take your pulse.

She's not in a good way, is she?

Whoa, whoa, stay where you are.

She's fine easy, easy, easy.

She's all right there, try not to worry.

Listen, are you on any medication, at all?

It's just your sister said you've been ill.

No, I'm not ill and I don't take anything.

You sure?

I've told you, I'm fine - but my leg's starting to kill me, though.

OK, I'll grab you something for that - just sit tight for me, mate.

-Dix?

-Yeah?

Can I have my bag, please?

Those meshugge pains are back again...

Don't you worry, Dad, we'll get you through it.

You really hurt yourself in that salon.

That's not the pain I'm worried about right now.

I won't let him pick on you.

Whoa, are you all right?

Ooh, I think I just pulled it or something.

Sorry, my name is Big Mac, I work at Holby City A&E -

-do you want me to have a quick look at it?

-Yeah, yeah.

Just give it a bit of a stretch, shall we?

I'll be fine - I'm a fully paid up member of the "Big Wuss Society!"

I don't think it's anything serious.

I can put it on the ground now, thank you.

I'm Thelma, by the way.

Nice to meet you.

OK, this is Chloe Fleming, 26, she's been involved in an explosion.

She's got severe facial...

Neil, we need to know this won't affect your immune system.

'She's got a good airway with sats...'

I've got lymphoma - I've had it for about a year.

-Well, why didn't you say something? Follow us in.

-Neil!

This is Chloe's fiance, Carl.

Carl wants to stay.

It's OK, Carl, that's fine.

Chloe, we're just going to move you to another bed love, all right?

Nice and gentle, please, people.

Everyone got a bit? On three...

One, two, three.

Hello, Chloe, I'm Dr Ashford.

Neil, where's Neil?

Neil's Chloe's brother - he was injured during the blast.

He also suffers from lymphoma.

He was supposed to be following us in.

Carl, please can you find Neil?

Jamie, could you help find her brother?

OK, let's have a look at you.

Chloe, can you remember what you did this morning?

I'd say about warp two, backwards, through the air.

No need to X-ray your sense of humour.

The doctors say Neil's cancer's aggressive,

it's developed into a tumour in his brain.

So why wouldn't he tell Jeff he was ill?

No idea!

You've got cancer and you're lighting up! Smart.

I'd say it's a bit late to worry about that, don't you think?

Well, at least I know my money's being put to good use, hey!

Why didn't you tell the doctors about your lymphoma?

Why do you think, Carl?

So I didn't have to go on about it, like I'm doing now...

Hey, hey, it's OK, let's just get you treated.

My leg's bad enough, without a headache to go with it.

"Moshe lemor.

"Re'eh karati veshem Betsal'el ben-Uri...

"ven-Chur lemateh Yehudah.

-STRAINED:

-"Va'amale oto ruach...

"Elohim bechochmah uvitvunah uveda'at..."

Aaaaagh!

GASPS

Dad, Dad!

Can you hear me?

It's Simon, can you hear me?

Please, Dad.

Yes, I need an ambulance, please.

We'll get these wounds cleaned and treated,

but I'd say you had a lucky escape.

We can't get Neil's notes yet, his consultant's sent them to be typed up.

Don't worry about it, I can easily tell you what's in them.

We can manage without for now.

Are you due any medication for your lymphoma?

No, Chloe sorted my tablets this morning.

Look, I've got to see her.

She's gone for an X-ray. It can wait till she's back, OK?

Save yourself the bother of chasing up my notes,

I know them off by heart.

I'm on a ABVD cycle of doxorubicin, vinblastine, bleomycin

and dacarbazine.

Wait here whilst we book an X-ray.

What is it with his notes?

Ask Medical Records to contact the secretaries and get them

sent over - I think we need to take a look.

Mac's approaching the three-mile mark.

We'll, I've got six miles, so I hope his legs are starting to wobble...

No, not only is he trotting along nicely -

but, according to reports, he's found a filly...

Ooh!

CHEERING

Must be very exciting in the A&E.

I could certainly tell you a few stories.

I can't thank Holby City enough for the way they cared for my husband -

it was the doctors and nurses that kept me sane.

Your husband hasn't been well?

Marty died three years go.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I run the half marathon to raise cash for the hospice.

You don't mind me tagging along?

No, absolutely, you are making the miles fly by.

Lloyd!

Look at this.

His tumour's gone - they're trying to get hold of him,

to give him the good news.

No-one gets cured overnight.

His consultant would have seen a gradual improvement

and given Neil an indication.

But there's no way he can know.

If he thought he was going to be given the all clear,

surely he'd be thrilled...

OK, the first thing we do is run it by Ash.

Nearly there...

I'm meant to pulling the funny faces.

Sorry, it's just seeing you hurting, that's all.

Think happy thoughts - I'm on a Caribbean beach at sunset!

The waves gently lapping against your ankles?

Yes...palm trees swaying in the breeze.

Welcome back to Holby City, all done.

Ash, I need a quick word...

One sec - can I take a look at your eye please, Chloe?

Can you see out of it OK?

It's a bit blurry, but nothing too bad.

Follow my finger...

Now you're getting blurrier.

Is there any pain?

I'd say it's more uncomfortable.

Is it there when you close your eye?

Yeah, as if something's in the way.

There's nothing obvious in your eye...

-I'll get the ophthalmologist to take a look.

-OK.

We got hold of Neil's records...

Thanks.

Right, cheers. Thank you.

Wish I had time to take a photo...

If I was you, I'd stick with C of E!

My dad was halfway through his bar mitzvah when he collapsed.

-He's come round, but says he's in a lot of pain.

-OK, thanks.

I'm Dixie. Can you tell me your name?

He's Morris Zuckerman. He's 83 years old.

He's got multiple myeloma.

I'm Simon, his son, I look after him.

Can you tell me where it's hurting, Morris?

Better asking me where it's not hurting.

Urggh...

Right, let's get you something for the pain.

Is he on any medication?

Yeah, he's on a course of doxorubicin and vincristine,

with a diamorphine syringe driver for pain relief.

OK, all right, thanks, mate.

Morris, I need you to take this for me, love. Good man.

You've got to be the oldest bar mitzvah boy I've ever seen, sir!

Ha. Urghh!

Right, Morris, can you take some big deep breaths for me? OK?

Good man.

Must be the shock of the explosion.

But that wouldn't cause all this pain.

I appreciate the surgeon is scrubbed,

but I'm concerned my patient's developing proptosis - yes, so

I need you to go to theatre and check how long he'll be.

I'm worried Chloe could lose the sight in that eye -

you guys go and talk to Neil, gently.

Yes, still here.

20 minutes should be OK.

I'll do the talking.

We got hold of your records, Neil -

your consultant's been trying to contact you...

I changed my mobile.

You may need a moment to take this in -

I've got the best possible news for you...

Your latest results came back clear.

You must have my notes mixed up,

because that's not what my consultant says...

It's here in black and white, your last head CT.

I can call your consultant.

OK. Can we forget about it, please?

Do you understand what we're telling you, Neil?

You've just been given the all clear.

My consultant told me a fortnight ago - he was pretty definite

the chemo had worked, that the latest results would prove it.

So why not share the good news?

It's complicated, all right.

That's why I want patient confidentiality -

so not a word to Chloe or Carl.

I can see it would be hard to take in...

Look, no offence, but just leave it, yeah?

-But...

-Jamie.

Thanks.

Do you guys know what pain medication Morris is taking?

Simon's my carer, he knows my pain relief.

Dad's on a diamorphine syringe driver at home -

that's why he's suffering.

We took him off the driver this morning,

so he wouldn't be drowsy at his bar mitzvah.

Don't worry, we'll look after him.

Robyn, can you take them through to the relative's room?

This way, please.

Morris has got a tide mark -

and his fingernails haven't been cleaned for some time.

Right, let's get you into a gown and give him a thorough examination.

Just going to put this on your finger.

Please try not to worry, Sam's a great doctor.

Every time we talk on the phone, you tell me how great he's doing.

Yeah, well, he's been rough lately, hasn't he?

We both know what this is really about...

Yeah, trying to safe you some grief.

As usual, I'm the bad guy for wanting to do what's right for him.

Simon, are you OK?

Yeah, I will be in a minute...

The explosion at the hair salon - I slipped when I went in there.

-Oh, we can check it while you're here.

-No.

I've let you and dad have your own way long enough - and look where it's got him.

40 years in that house, all his memories of Mum are there.

If he had professional care, he wouldn't be collapsing in agony.

Dad hasn't got long left, he needs to be where he's happy

and looked after by family.

I'll let Celia know what's going on.

I looked after my gran when she was dying.

It's then they need the family to care.

Yeah.

Chloe, we are moving you to the ophthalmic surgery

department in a moment.

Don't like the sound of the "S" word.

It's just so the surgeon can examine you as he comes out of theatre.

Carl, the police would like a word.

-I should see what they want.

-Yeah.

OK.

Ah, James.

Are we going now?

Yes, we don't want to miss the surgeon.

Can you tell Carl that I need him to come with me, all right?

The shopkeepers are complaining about the cordon,

we need to find out what's going on.

Do we have to do this now?

Chloe just said it'll put her mind at rest,

knowing what caused the explosion.

We shouldn't keep you away for too long.

I'm sorry about this morning.

I promise you, everything will be fine.

If anything happens, I'll call your mobile.

Carl.

Let Chloe know I'll be as quick as I can.

Excuse me.

Where's he going?

I told you his precious salon's more important.

Has the pain got worse recently?

No, I've felt pretty chipper,

though I sometimes have the odd dodgy day.

OK, can you turn and face the wall for me, please?

And how does Simon cope on the odd dodgy day?

He couldn't do more if he tried.

OK, roll back for me.

And are you in pain now?

It's definitely starting up again.

Morris's records.

Ah, great, thank you. Be right back.

Dixie was right...

Morris has some of the classic signs of neglect.

Grubby nails, pressure sores.

I don't think it's Simon, he seems to really care.

Not enough to put underwear on him on the day of his bar mitzvah.

OK, Morris, we are going to get you started back on the syringe driver,

and I'm going to give you diamorphine to help with the pain.

-Could you give him a clean up?

-Yeah.

Hi, Morris, I'm Robyn.

If it's OK with you, I'm going to give you a quick wash over.

Well, I'm game, if you are...

Is Simon all right?

He seemed a bit shaken up.

I think he's just worried about you.

Ever since I was diagnosed, he's been such a good boy.

You know I'd never have let Carl throw you out - never.

I told them you were on the way, but there's

a complication in theatre - the surgeon could be fifteen minutes.

OK, let's take her through to HDC -

I'll explain on the way...

The swelling behind your eye is putting pressure on the optic nerve.

I need to carry out an emergency procedure to relieve the pressure.

It's all happening a bit quick...

There's a danger of losing sight in the eye.

I'm going to need your consent.

I'm sure Neil thinks it's the right thing to do?

Yeah, if it stops you from going blind.

Good. Lloyd, I'm going to need some local, needle holders,

-a fine suture set and pair of iris scissors, please.

-OK.

Lloyd, you OK?

Sorry, no time to explain - Ash is about to operate on a patient's eye.

What!

What's going on?

I'm performing an emergency lateral canthotomy.

Well, we wait for the surgeons.

They're not available.

You'll be fine, OK.

I want him to stay here.

Have you done this procedure before?

No, but I assisted on it a few times when I was nursing.

Zoe, look at the swelling, there's no time to delay.

Excuse me.

OK, I'll assist you. I've got 20 minutes to spare - let's do this.

So, pardon my ignorance,

but aren't bar mitzvahs supposed to be for boys of the age of 13?

They usually are, but I couldn't have one,

my parents were refugees - they were too poor.

You have to pay for bar mitzvahs?

No, the big knees-up after.

Mum and Dad weren't just skint, they were proud, too.

So why leave it this late?

The Torah says that no man can live beyond the years of three score

and ten.

So, the rabbis decided that anyone Jewish living to

the age of 70 counts as zero again.

So get to eighty-three and you can start all over again.

Don't act like a teenager and play up on me now.

Morris!

I need some help, Morris has collapsed.

Morris? Morris, can you hear me?

OK, Linda, let's bag him.

Morris?

OK, decreased resps...

Pin-point pupils -

looks like an opiate overdose.

Can I get 400 of naloxone, please.

OK, Morris, stay with me, Morris.

Come on, Morris.

Naloxone going in...

Try and breathe for me, Morris.

OK, Morris, we're here.

Morris, can you hear me?

Ah, there you go, well done, Morris.

MORRIS GROANS

Respiratory rate is quickening.

I appreciate it was an accident -

but that doesn't change the fact that you're not qualified to repair a boiler.

It was a brand-new part!

OK, look, I'll get the receipt and the manual.

I checked this over and over.

Agh!

You all right?

Whoa!

Control, this is Charlie One - paramedic to the scene, over.

-CONTROL:

-'Sending paramedic, over.'

Charlie One.

The anaesthetic will be working, now, OK, but...

there maybe some discomfort, Chloe,

but we can't afford the slightest movement, OK.

Just go back to the sunny Caribbean.

Forceps.

You're doing really well, Chloe.

Scissors.

Try and relax, Chloe, it's a simple procedure -

it's not as bad as it seems.

OK. Can I have a pair of toothed forceps, please?

We need to expose and dissect the superior ligament.

Well done, Chloe, all done. Finished.

-When the surgeon's free, I'll get her checked over.

-OK.

Right, apply an eye pad and if her pain gets worse...

I never knew you'd been a nurse. When did you retrain?

A very long time ago.

You did the right thing - but I'd rather you'd paged me

and checked with me first.

No time - I'm sure you'd have done the same thing.

I run twice a week, but I miss my dancing.

Marty and I were always big on ballroom,

we won cups and everything.

Bet you're sick of Marty's name.

Not if he was a big part of your life, no.

He marched me down the aisle at 18, so he's the only life I've known.

You're still trying to get back on your feet?

When I'm not tripping up over them.

You haven't mentioned your other half...

No, I'm still waiting for the special lady...

Oh, I thought the good-looking doctors always got snapped up first.

-Sorry?

-Take no notice - I've got a soft spot for you medics.

So, tell me more about Marty and these cups, then?

A stat dosage of five milligrams of diamorphine should have no

adverse effect, never mind cause an overdose.

Not when his records clearly state that he's been on a high

dose for eight months.

If Simon's struggling to cope, maybe he got his dad's medication wrong.

Yeah, but to react like that, he must have been on a seriously

reduced dosage.

OK, I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

Morris said Simon is great with him.

I know, caring for my gran, it isn't easy -

maybe Simon just made a mistake.

There has to be a reason he's reacted like that.

Ash just saved Chloe's sight,

the opthalmologist has just examined her.

She said she wants to see you.

You don't know what Carl's like.

What's the problem with you two?

He tried to make her choose between us this morning.

Why worry about him?

You've just got your life back - I'd be out making the most of it.

You don't just stop dying one day and then carry on partying the next.

Having cancer, you lose your mates -

I had to pack in college,

leaving with no qualifications.

At least when I had cancer,

that was it...

I knew where I was.

That's why you have to tell her -

talk to her, she'll help you through this.

Lloyd.

-Carl?

-Yeah.

Another injury from the salon,

he's got a deep laceration to his right arm. Cheers, mate.

Let's get you thorough to triage.

Please don't say anything.

If that's what you want.

You can say a quick hello to Chloe

if you like - she'll be pleased to see you.

It's my fault.

What's that?

The explosion.

The police are talking about charging me.

Maybe she is better off without me.

See, when Chloe was 13 she was left to babysit.

Her parents never came back.

They were killed in a pile up.

And she's been babysitting Neil ever since?

And because he may only a few months to live, it...

Look, I've tried to get on with him, I have.

But it looks like he might finally have his way.

Really? Wow, I'm impressed.

Hey, Linda!

You lost, he's approaching seven miles...

It's this woman he's running with, keeping him going.

Apparently she's quite a looker - he's bound to blow it.

Give me a chance to win my money back -

double or nothing he gets a date.

I like it, Linda, I like it.

Let me check the odds first.

Yeah, listen, we've got a new bet.

I thought pasodoble was a Spanish restaurant!

She's laughing at his jokes...

Even though they're Mac jokes,

I think he's in with a chance, you know.

I'll take the same bet that Linda's got.

Any of you guys want double or nothing that Mac gets a date?

Yeah, they're in -

all right, I'll let you know what happens.

Let's big him up.

Come on, Mac. We love you, Mac!

Come on, Mac.

Someone's popular.

Colleagues from work - I wish they wouldn't make such a fuss.

You know what? I've always been quite interested in ballroom dancing.

Well, I'm short of a dance partner...

I could give you a twirl, like.

There's a samba class on Thursday night.

You're on, it's a date...

Morris is stable and he's going to be fine -

but what I can't understand is why he reacted the way he did.

Are you sure about his dosage?

Yes! He gets his diamorphine every day, there's never been a problem.

I understand it's not easy, caring for someone 24/7 -

you've had the bar mitzvah to organise.

What is it you're trying to say?

I'm concerned about Morris' bedsores.

What?

He never said anything.

But you're right, with all the cleaning, feeding,

and sorting his medication, I sometimes run out of time...

Also, he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Dad dressed himself...

In other words, you're not coping.

I'm not a professional -

and I'm really sorry, but I am doing the best I can.

Simon, would you like to sit down?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

It's the stress of Dad - I need some fresh air.

Simon's shaking.

He's a recovering alcoholic.

You learn to spot the signs.

Simon's always been a mess - he can't even take care of himself.

You know, you're obviously concerned,

so why don't you involve yourself in Morris's care more?

Because they won't let me near.

They're like a couple of kids - letting each other do what

they want.

Morris seems to think Simon's a good carer.

He would - they cover for each other, they always have.

OK, well, let me speak to his haematologist

and I'll have more information for you.

Can I just sneak in to see Dad?

Morris is still recovering.

It's just I need to know I haven't messed up his diamorphine.

OK.

Yeah? Ta.

All right, Dad, how are you doing?

Your injury is getting worse...

You need the doctor to treat it.

Listen you're a good kid, aren't you, you're on our side, right?

Any chance you can have a quick look at this on the QT?

I'll need to get a trained staff.

If Aaron thinks I'm ill,

he'll use it as an excuse to stick Dad in a home.

Robyn, are you all right?

Simon injured himself earlier, and I think he needs it taking a look at.

I'm OK.

OK, then, let's do that, if you would like to come with me,

let's get you checked in.

-We'll put you in a cubicle.

-See you later, Dad.

I need to talk to you.

Go and get yourself something to eat, all right, go on.

Hold up, those are the notes I'd marked.

Carl, leave him alone - it was me who took the cash out the till.

Hey, we don't need you any more, so why don't you just get out...

Hey, you need to step outside and calm down.

You took the money...

My brother is dying. I've had to make every single day special.

The explosion is my fault.

With the salon running out of money,

we couldn't afford a plumber - that's why the boiler blew.

I had to try and fix it myself.

Why didn't you tell me if it was that bad?

Because you were worried enough about Neil as it was.

And I'm juggling bailiffs and a pile of writs.

Why can't you understand that I cannot choose between you?

I can't see us getting through this.

Congratulations.

Simon - I've seen a lot of abscesses like this.

You're lucky septicaemia hasn't set in.

I'm in a bad way here, can you give me methadone or something?

No, you'll have to see your GP.

How long have you been using?

Five years.

Caring full time and not working -

it must be hard to get your daily fix.

With all these opiates at home, that must be tempting.

That's the reason Morris overdosed, isn't it?

Am I missing something here?

Simon's an addict, he's been using Morris's pain relief.

What the hell?

Robyn, leave it!

I'll get you a doctor.

Look, I'm not happy either, but if you're going to slag

the patients off, at least try and do it behind their back.

Carl.

There's no point kidding myself, OK?

She'll choose Neil every time.

But thanks for trying -

and can you tell Chloe I'm sorry?

Just wait here whilst I speak to Chloe.

It's not going to make the slightest bit of difference.

Just trust me on this one, all right?

I can't just do nothing,

I'm going to tell Chloe Neil's had the all clear.

After all the lectures you've given me on patient confidentiality.

He needs to tell her himself. Let me talk to him.

-All right, but you're going to have to be quick.

-OK.

He left Dad in pain on purpose?

The way Morris reacted to the diamorphine we gave him,

I'd say Simon's been giving him a fraction of the dose prescribed.

We're finished with him - he's not fit to be in this family.

Linda, I've checked everywhere - Simon's gone missing.

This is your fault, telling tales on him.

But Simon needed treatment...

We were all right until we came here. Now I'll get stuck in a home

and Simon'll end up dead in the gutter.

Hey, mate.

Wait.

I just want to score, all right.

Thank you.

Agh!

Aaaagh!

Help me!

You OK?

It's just the way Morris had a go.

Also, I get the feeling he knows more than he should.

Can I to speak to Dr Taylor, please, regarding Morris Zuckerman.

I just spoke to Linda - I took Simon in, Morris was all hush-hush.

What, do you think Morris is hiding something?

I think it's something to do with the diamorphine.

Aaron did said they covered for each other.

Let me speak to his haematologist.

You've just learned one of the first lessons in nursing -

doing what's right for a patient doesn't mean they'll like you for it.

Hey, Mac is approaching the finishing line now...

hold on, it sounds like,

" # Love is in the air, every time I look around. # "

And they're still all over each other,

looks like we are going to have to pay out...

We've done food and music, what about favourite film?

Ohh, that's a tough one.

Bond, I'd have to say, erm, You Only Live Twice.

Guys, guys... stop!

It's all right, mate, it's all right.

Get out the way, and let them get to him.

Aren't you treating him?

He needs a doctor, not a porter.

You got the wrong end of the stick.

You're not kidding!

Hon!

What happened there?

Thelma thought I was a doctor, not a porter,

and I didn't want to break the spell.

Then get after her and sort it out.

Morris, today you told me you felt chipper.

Like I said, I have dodgy days.

And yet you tell Dr Taylor that you're in constant agony

and need more diamorphine?

In order to treat you, Morris, I need the truth.

I think that you found out about Simon's habit...

..and that you've been looking after him.

You let him take your diamorphine?

I caught Simon stealing.

You read about addicts being found dead on the street.

You tried to keep him safe.

He conned you, Dad, that's what addicts do.

There you go, getting on your high horse again.

If you got off it for a minute, you might understand.

Never mind he's a lowlife, thieving junkie,

its still, "poor old Simon..."

Can't you see he's still our flesh and blood?

No, not after what he's done -

that's why I'm calling the police.

Because you always have to do the right thing, don't you?

Even if it means abandoning your brother when he needs you most.

Of course, take his side, you always do!

That's what I'm saying, there are no sides in this.

I hope you're happy together.

Aaron!

Aaron. Look, my sister was an addict -

will you give me five minutes, please?

Neil.

Look, we've tried letting you do the right thing, mate, but...

if you don't tell Chloe, we will.

You can't do that, I've got rights...

Chloe's got more of a right to the truth.

You're terrified of losing her -

what if it was for ever?

Making out you have cancer isn't the way to keep hold of her.

Imagine if Chloe didn't tell you.

I can't.

You've got to do it for me.

Let me get this straight.

You're giving me permission to tell Chloe, yeah?

Thelma, Thelma, please!

Let me explain...

I'll leave it, if you don't mind.

I'm sorry, I know I should have put you straight -

but we were getting on so well, I didn't want to spoil it.

It wouldn't matter what job you did.

Just give me another chance.

That's another thing about Martin - he always told the truth.

I'm sorry, but it's not good to start something on a lie.

We've both been worried sick -

there's no way he wouldn't tell me.

I think Neil was scared of facing it himself.

He let me carry on as if he was dying!

He was scared of losing you.

I'm sorry, I've got to hear it from him.

I've got something to tell you.

Can I have a hug first, please?

Hey, go, Mac, go!

Hey, what's up?

Oh, you know, I met the women of my dreams and mucked it up.

Have a sit down, I'll get us a drink.

No, love, you're all right, I'll go and have a shower and go home -

I thought it was my lucky day. Got that wrong, didn't I?!

I won the sweepstake and I still feel lousy.

And we made a few quid off him getting dumped, as well.

Simon's suffered cuts, bruises and a broken nose,

but apart from that, he's going to be just fine.

The reason he's in this state is because he's a drug addict.

By giving Simon his daily fix, you're helping him stay on drugs.

He'll only get better by stopping.

I can't look at him like this.

Can you get treatment for Simon?

Yeah, there is a local drug service I can recommend,

but he has to be determined.

Dad, move in with me, Celia and the kids...

..leave me to take care of Simon.

That's why you're the son I'm proud of...

I appreciate you and Celia offering...

..but it's time I went into residential care.

Simon won't like it, but if it's the only way to save him.

You'll have quite a headache,

I'll sort you out with some pain medication.

I don't want opiates, I'm done with them.

Morris finally told me what happened,

he's been sharing his diamorphine.

We agreed half each - but he made the mistake of trusting a junkie.

Morris has decided to go into residential care.

I'll see my GP soon as -

I'm kicking it this time.

Let's hope so.

They here to arrest me, then?

Maybe. They'll want to talk to you when you're feeling better.

I'm afraid it was my duty to inform them.

So where are you going to go?

I have a few mates that have a flat, so I'll give them a call.

You're right, I have got my life back, so...

I should do something with it.

Talk to your consultant,

he'll be able to sort you out with some counselling.

"Brave new world," eh?

Look, I'm sorry, mate, I really don't feel like going in.

I think I'm just going to go home and have a mope.

She was lovely - I blew it.

Hey! Get in there and drown your sorrows. Come on.

Fine.

CHEERING

Now, you didn't think we weren't going to celebrate

your half-marathon, now, did you, hey?

Come here, you.

That's for the way you dealt with Neil -

we'll make an emergency nurse out of you yet.

Don't tell my mentor that or it'll go to his head!

Careful, or I'll have my pint back.

Right, everybody.

To Big Mac - we never doubted you for a minute, mate.

-ALL:

-Big Mac!

Well, who needs Thelma, eh?

See, I got Louise!

Come on, you lot.

Sooz.

Wait up!

Call an ambulance, quick. Quick!

Please, I think the baby's coming.

-Baby?

-No-one mentioned a baby.

Get out!

Please, please don't do this.

Come here, you.

If you continue to behave in this manner, I'll have no

hesitation in chucking the lot of you out.

Do you understand?

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