You Always Hurt the One You Love Casualty

For God's sake. Where is he?

My skin is really itchy.

Try not to scratch it, love.

-What are they?

-Shoes.

-I said stilettos, the blue ones.

Wouldn't wear them to empty the bins.

You're going to a hospital, not walking down a catwalk.

-What would you know about looking good?

-Oi!

-No offence.

None taken. For someone who's smeared herself in dodgy fake tan,

-it's a bit...pot, kettle.

-Well, the tube must have been out of date.

Look, once I'm back at the hospital, will you get me heels, please?

-What did your last slave die of?

-Exhaustion, but not because of the chores.

-It's OK. It's not infectious.

-Is that how you're going to treat me when I'm poorly?

-We can move then.

-All right. I'll go back and get the stilettos.

-I love you.

So, you still glad you decided to spend your last day coming out with us?

-I've been trying to organise it for months.

-Wants to end his career on a high. Out on the frontline, son.

Move it!

Right. I'm going to take Carol into town.

We need you to look after Taylor for a couple of hours.

-I've got stuff to do.

-What stuff?

Take this lot round to number 12 for one thing.

-All set, love?

-You and Taylor can always come with us, Cam.

-He's got stuff to do. Plus, he hates shopping, don't you?

-And you don't?

Well, have a good time.

KNOCKING

If anyone can cheer him up, you can.

Well, I'd make the most of all this, Lloyd, if I were you.

After today, it's going to be all books, study

-and lectures again, right?

-I'm looking forward to the rest.

All set for tonight's leaving do?

Has Fletch taken onboard what I said about it?

I don't want any pranks.

No leaving the pub in full-body plaster with a bed pan on my head.

-I don't think that's what he's planning.

-Jeff, just zip it.

Don't you let the cat out of the bag.

Come on. What's he organising?

Whisper it.

What, so you can run a mile?

Is that what I'd do if I knew what he was planning?

That or you're going to love it, mate. Trust me.

Are we invited? As patients?

No, you're all right. We've got the cabaret sorted, thanks.

This lady is badly impacted and needs help.

So I'd suggest two enemas to get things moving.

Microlax followed by a phosphate.

If that doesn't do the trick, then she may need some Picolax.

Just when I thought the job couldn't get any more glamorous...

-OK. Straight over there.

-This is Caitlin.

She prefers to be called Cat.

Cat McSweeny, 22 years old. She seems to have had an allergic reaction to something.

Difficulty breathing, but no wheeziness.

She's coming out in an erythematous rash. Complaining of headaches, dizziness and nausea.

-Do you want to slide over for us, sweetheart, please?

-OK, Cat. I'm Fletch.

-What are you allergic to, lovely?

-Shellfish. Nuts. Bee stings...

-Sensible shoes..

-Being called Caitlin.

Have you come into contact with any of those in the last few hours?

I've told them. I didn't want you to call a doctor - all these personal questions.

As well as having a face like a beach ball, you were shaky and talking rubbish.

-Though the talking rubbish bit's no real change.

-I hate you.

-She's delirious.

-No, deluded more like,

-thinking you were good boyfriend material.

-The course of true love, eh?

-What are you doing?

-You said we were going somewhere fun.

Yeah. After I've finished here. Stay in the van. I'll be right back.

-I want to come in.

-I won't be long.

-I'll keep pressing the horn.

Right. If I let you in, you stay where I put you,

you don't touch anything and you don't say anything to Dad

about having been here, right?

On your mum's life?

Come on then.

-Who lives here?

-No-one.

Smells funny. And it's hot.

If Dad keeps treating me like a skivvy, it'll get a lot hotter...

believe me.

See how he feels about his precious plants then.

Sit there and shut up.

You say nothing about this either.

MUSIC PLAYS

Sweet.

Sweet.

Enema's administered, evacuation imminent,

which is why I've left the cubicle.

No. Maintain obs at all times during the procedure.

Isn't that what we taught her? I'm just making sure the high standards I've set are maintained

-when I'm no longer around.

-On your last day, you get no say in anything around here.

Do you have to stop and gas? I'm dying over here.

Believe me, you're not dying.

-Have you got the Picolax on stand by, just in case the enemas don't do the job?

-Ready to go.

Right. Stand back and wait for the fireworks.

-You're in a good mood today.

-Am I?

-Hey.

-Hey.

What you doing for lunch later?

The usual. Missing it because we're overrun with patients.

Well, I was going to try and grab five minutes of your time.

Only if you've got a magic carpet or a time machine.

I'll chase one up.

Right. I'll definitely pass that on.

Right, mate.

Let's go.

Where are you?

Taylor?

Taylor?

Taylor?

Taylor?

Taylor! Taylor? What have you done, mate? Taylor!

Did you drink something? Taylor!

You're all right, mate.

Yeah, hello. Ambulance.

OK, Taylor.

Hi. Yeah, it's my little brother. I think he's collapsed.

I think he's drunk something, some chemicals.

We're at number 12, Summers Parade.

Ssh, Taylor. It's OK.

Er...

Forget it.

It's a false alarm.

Everything's OK.

I hope you're ready for your big night tonight, Lloyd.

-I've been in training for weeks.

-Some might say years.

Hey, guys. Meeting at the pub tonight, six o'clock sharp.

Whoa. If the pub shuts at 12, that's six hours' drinking.

You're the one that put the arrangements in Fletch's hands.

-Come on, guys. Someone tell me what he's got planned.

-Oh, no. That is secret information,

-but you will love it.

-The more people tell me I'll love it, the more I know I won't.

'Control to 3-0-0-6?'

Looks like we're back out again.

3-0-0-6. Go ahead.

Come on, gorgeous. I've got plans for you.

Have fun.

Come on, Taylor. Open your eyes. Why did you drink that stuff?

Right. Need to get you out of here. Come on.

Come on. You're all right.

All right, mate.

You're all right, Taylor.

Come on, mate. You're all right. Keep your head up.

Come on, lad.

-Whoa!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

You OK, Lloyd?

Whoa!

Never a dull moment with you lot, is there?

You obviously haven't spent much time with Jeffery, have you?

-I'll go get a collar.

-No, I don't want any of that.

It's just my arm is killing.

HE YELPS

OK. We need to stabilise that.

-The airbag's burst.

-You need to stay nice and still for me.

-What's your name?

-Cameron Patterson.

-OK. What about this lad?

-That's Taylor. My brother. He's not well.

-What, from before the accident, you mean?

-I was taking him to the hospital.

I think he swallowed something bad.

You don't know what, I suppose?

I left him at the house for five minutes

and when I came back he was like that.

Dad keeps a lot of chemicals there for gardening.

Weedkiller, plant feed...

That was the shout we were on our way to. Number 12, yeah?

I thought it'd be quicker if I took him myself.

I want to get him out, make a proper assessment.

I think the rash is fading.

It's pretty hard to tell underneath all this tan stuff.

It's never smeared like this before.

It sort of smells funny as well.

Hmm. Can we get her in the shower and see how much of it we can scrub off?

A shower? With this hair? You must be joking.

-Have we got a shower cap?

-I'm sure I can find something that'll do the job. Cup of tea as well?

-Milk, three sugars, if you're asking.

-OK. With me. Make yourself useful..

-Be back as soon as I can.

-Missing you already.

-Right. Spill it.

-What?

You know what happened, don't you?

I didn't mean for her to end up in hospital.

Come on.

I put peanut butter in her fake tan. I only wanted the tan to smear

so she wouldn't be able to go out tonight. I thought

she'd notice before she covered her face and arms.

-Why don't you want her going out?

-She and her mates always get hammered.

-Plus, it's our anniversary. Five months.

-What's that? Formica?

I've booked dinner at a posh restaurant, the lot.

This is a serious matter. People have died from an allergic reaction.

But I didn't know she was allergic.

We're not going to know more until we get you back to hospital and get it X-rayed.

-I really should assess you properly, Cameron.

-I'm OK. Just look after my brother.

-How's the arm feeling?

-It hurts.

-Hurting's good.

-How do you work that out?

-It means you're awake and aware

and it also means the arm's still attached.

-You're sick.

-I'm only just starting.

Need a lift here, mate.

Grab that for me.

Cheers.

-So, how is he?

-A few cuts and bruises, nothing serious,

but he's well out of it. His pupils are dilated and he's tachycardic.

Did you notice the strong smell of dope in the van?

-Come on, mate. He's seven years old.

-Doesn't stop him getting secondary inhalation from big brother's joint.

Ingesting weedkiller or any number of chemicals could have caused these symptoms, to be fair.

We'll get you on a nebuliser once we get you in the cab, love.

Whoever suggested using a carrier bag as a shower cap

needs their head fixing.

-How's she doing?

-Not good.

Since she showered, the urticaria's improved,

sats and breathing's back to normal and the itching's decreased.

-That's all good.

-Well, I still feel like I might puke.

But you're improving.

-Thank you, Dr Nicholls.

-We still don't know what caused it.

Um...

Well, maybe we can help.

I might be to blame.

-I put something in your tanning cream.

-You what?

-Peanut butter.

-Are you insane? I'm allergic to nuts, you nutter!

You never said! Isn't that something you'd tell someone up front?

What? "Hi, my name's Cat and I've got a nut allergy."

-I might have got you nutty chocolates.

-The last lot

-you bought you ate yourself anyway.

-I hadn't had any dinner.

I'm really sorry.

Come here, you muppet.

Pinch, punch, first day of the month.

-It's not the flamin' first!

-Girlfriend poisoner.

Come here.

Any chance of a couple of minutes alone?

-No.

-Oh, go on. We can give them a couple of minutes.

Um, just keep it clean, all right?

-What have we got?

-This is Taylor Patterson, seven years old.

involved in a minor RTC. Although, he may have ingested

something like weedkiller or Plant Gro prior to the accident.

There was also a strong smell of dope in the car,

so who knows what he's got in his system.

-Right. And who's this lad?

-Cameron Patterson, 18.

He's Taylor's older brother. He was bringing him to the hospital

when he was also involved in the RTC.

He refused a collar and board.

-Taylor, talk to me, mate. Why isn't he talking?

-Can we take the brother into a cubicle?

Let's move you out. This way.

Ready? And lift.

OK. Nice one.

OK. Thanks.

OK, Taylor?

You're in hospital.

I'm Dr Ashford.

Airways and chest are clear, although he is tachypneic.

Sats 99%. The cuff's going on now.

Taylor? Do you know what you swallowed?

Hello, Cameron. I'm Dr Hanna. Let's have a look at you.

-I want to be with my brother.

-He's getting looked after, don't worry. Are you in pain?

-Yeah.

-Let's give him another five of morphine then, Tess.

Sorry to interrupt. Cameron, but you told the paramedics

that Taylor took something before the crash.

There's a lot of stuff in the house. Gardening chemicals, things like that...

Can you see any specific container nearby?

-It's really important we find out what he swallowed.

-I don't know.

-How about how long ago he swallowed whatever it was?

-Half-an-hour.

-Has he vomited at all?

-Not since we got on scene.

-Will he be OK?

-Do we look like the kind of people who let our patients down?

-You, yeah.

Looks like he's got your number already.

-If you remember anything, let us know straight away, OK?

-Right.

OK. That's the morphine going in. That should kick in soon.

-How are you feeling?

-Drowsy.

Have you got a history of asthma?

When I was younger.

-Smoking doesn't help.

-Are you a smoker?

If the smell of dope in the car's anything to go by.

It was half a joint and then I found Taylor

-and I had to get him to the hospital.

-So you were driving stoned?

Where's the chirpy, jokey paramedic gone?

-He's been replaced by a not-very-happy nurse.

-It was half a joint.

-We still need to contact your parents. Have you got a number for them?

-They're not here.

They're on holiday in Austria. I'm responsible for Taylor.

-Smoking dope, while your brother's swallowing chemicals?

-I thought you were on my side.

-Are you a regular smoker?

-Only when I'm stressed.

-And you were stressed today?

-I was looking after Taylor and now he's in here, so what do you think?

Sorry.

The dope and all that, it's irrelevant

to what's happened to him.

Maybe we can hold fire on ruining his parents' holiday.

-There's not a lot they can do about things right now.

-OK.

Thanks.

-But if Taylor's condition should worsen...

-Will it?

There's no reason why it would, but if it does...

I'll call them myself.

-All OK with you?

-Yeah, you can go back out with the paramedics..

Can't you stay?

Just until I know what's going on with Taylor?

Well, you should ask first, but I'm sure Dixie and Jeff won't mind.

Let's have a look at this arm.

Have you seen Lloyd? Mrs Palmer from Crescent Avenue's just called.

Ted's fallen off his chair again, needs picking up.

Ooh, the cut and thrust of life on the road, eh?

Have you seen him?

Dix, Cameron's asked me to hang until we know what's going on with his brother. Is that OK?

That's a shame. You're not going to get to sample Mrs Palmer's

-special coffee and walnut cake.

-Sorry.

For the 500th time, I do not smoke.

And leave that dressing alone. The nurse has only just put it on.

You must know someone who partakes.

Ah, the lovely Mr Fairhead.

Yes, the same Mr Fairhead who advised you to give up the ciggies

-the last time you were here.

-Ah.

Hello, Grayson. You haven't been falling over again, sir?

Pushed, not fallen...

-by some young scallies who decided that

-I

-deserved a beating.

Toerags.

Right. Let's get you through to Cubicles.

Get someone to take a look at that dressing and I'll have a look at your lungs.

These days, I do seem to rely very much on the kindness of strangers.

So, how are you doing with the ciggies?

Surely the question should be, how am I doing without the ciggies?

C-spine X-rays are back.

Let's get a CT scan and exclude a head injury.

How's his brother doing?

X-rays are being done as we speak and his breathing's improving.

Taylor. How are you doing?

-Mum?

-Your mum's on holiday, remember? She's abroad?

Mum's...at the shops.

She's in Austria.

At the shops with Dad. I saw them go earlier.

Right, Grayson. I'm going to need you to take your jacket

and your top stuff off cos I need to get the stethoscope

on your back and your chest.

Whoa. Grayson, is that from the kicking?

Right. We'll give you a full medical examination.

You'll have to get undressed properly.

Don't worry, it's nothing I haven't seen before.

-Right. Grayson... Grayson!

-We'll get him back. Come on.

Grayson!

Grayson?

It's OK.

It's all right.

-It's OK. No-one's going to hurt you.

-Whoa!

All right. Help me get him back into Cubicles.

Right. Come on, Grayson.

There we are.

Feet on. Thank you.

-Right. Nice little trip to Cubicles.

-Nice deep breathes, OK?

Your X-ray shows that it's a quite straightforward undisplaced fracture,

so I'll get somebody to plaster it for you.

-Is everything all right?

-Not really, no.

-I need that number for your mum and dad.

-Is it Taylor? Is he worse?

-There's no change.

-So, why do you need the number then?

It'll take them ages to get here.

I reckon about ten minutes from the shops, don't you?

Were you so scared of your dad finding out you smoked dope?

Cameron, this is serious. You can't be lying to us.

And don't give me a false one.

-Do you have to tell them where you picked us up?

-Why?

I was...seeing someone in a house that my dad rents out.

I get my dope from one of his tenants

and I don't want to land him in it.

Smoking that early in the morning and to get through stressful situations

tells me you're more than a casual smoker.

If you need professional help, I can put you in touch with the relevant people here, OK?

There's something else.

-I do know what Taylor swallowed.

-What?

Cannabis oil.

He's still tachycardic and agitated.

Mystery over. Looks like he had a teaspoonful of cannabinol.

Which would explain his present condition. He's stoned.

-How potent is it? Do we know?

-Very.

Let's ask the labs to add an LFT and plasma glucose to the samples we sent earlier.

It would have been very helpful to know exactly what we were dealing with 20 minutes ago.

-Does he need sedating?

-Much better to manage his agitation without.

-Can you return to your cubicle, please?

-I've got to stay here.

I think you've done enough damage for one day, don't you?

-You feeling less dizzy now?

-I feel fine, actually,

which is more than I can say for laughing-boy over here.

Where's the nearest toilets?

-It's in reception...

-Move.

..just to the left of the main doors.

Just letting you know that Sam's been called

to an urgent case upstairs.

-Is everything OK in here?

-Um, yes, but now Declan's not feeling

very well now. Upset stomach.

-Really?

-It's most likely the stress of seeing me ill.

I'm going to go and check on him.

-Declan?

-In here.

Only just made it.

Has this happened to you before, mate?

-Never. Maybe I'm allergic to hospitals.

-Or girlfriends.

-What?

-Are you going to be coming out any time soon?

Think I should stay in here a while.

Do you think maybe you should cancel your posh dinner?

Too much riding on it.

I've ordered roses to go on the table and our favourite song to be sung.

What's that, Tainted Love?

No.

Impossible, the James Arthur version.

Plus, I've...

I've got another big surprise for her.

Take a look.

-Right.

-I'm going to ask her to marry me.

After five months? You're sure you're ready for that step?

It's...

It's never been easy with Cat but...

..nothing worth having should be easy, right?

Sometimes all the hassle's worthwhile.

You can't help who you fall for, can you?

No.

What?

Nothing.

Do you know what's going on with Declan?

Should I?

What is it?

-Where did you get this?

-Got it from the other cubicle earlier.

It says on the packet it's for constipation

and I could see Declan was looking really bunged up so...

-How we doing?

-His breathing's getting easier.

-Good.

Hey. Welcome back.

How are you feeling, Grayson?

-What happened?

-You almost passed out.

-Larry?

-Who?

-Larry.

-Larry!

-Is that a friend?

-Larry.

Larry!

-How is he?

-Touch and go.

Mainly go.

That was my orange juice.

It contained a powerful laxative intended for another patient.

Good one.

-Good one?

-Yeah. She couldn't let me get away with poisoning her, could she?

-So, she poisoned you?

-Is this some kind of game you two play?

You might not have anything better to do with your time, but we have.

I'll get you discharged.

And do me a favour, don't come back again in a hurry.

-Ah. Big Mac. Just the person.

-Nice to feel wanted.

Grayson's going on about somebody called Larry.

-Any idea who it is?

-Yes. Larry is Grayson's mouse.

-A mouse?

-Lovely little fella. Little paws and twitchy whiskers.

-Too much information.

-Where is he?

-I've no idea.

Grayson usually carries him around in a little box.

A small cardboard box full of shredded paper?

Yeah, that's it. Have you seen it?

It was on the desk. I thought it was empty. If I knew there was

-a stinking rodent inside..

-What did you do with it?

I threw it in the bin.

-It's empty.

-The cleaner's must have emptied it

-and taken the rubbish out.

-To where?

-To the bins outside and then...

-to the incinerators. You, come with me.

-What is it?

We've got to save Larry from the incinerator.

Excuse me. We're here to see Cameron and Taylor Patterson.

-And you are?

-Their parents. One of your colleagues called us.

Um, Taylor is still in Resus and Cameron's in Cubicles.

I'll take you through.

This is Mr and Mrs Patterson.

-Hello. I'm Dr Hanna. This is Dr Ashford.

-Oh, no.

-How's Cameron?

-He's on his feet.

-On the phone, the man said it was a car accident?

-That was me.

I'm Lloyd Asike, a nurse here.

I was in the ambulance at the scene.

In fact, their van nearly hit us.

-What were they doing out on the road? We left them at home.

-Where did this accident happen?

-There was a call to Summers Parade.

-That's near the other house, isn't it? What were they doing there?

-Dad!

-I thought I told YOU to look after your brother?

-I was.

Why's he lying there?

TAYLOR MOANS All right, Taylor.

-What's happening?

-He's reacting to the drugs in his body.

-We don't know the potency of what he's taken.

-Drugs?

What does he mean by drugs?

Taylor swallowed something bad.

What did he swallow, Cam?

Cannabis oil.

And this oil belonged to you?

We trusted you.

I phoned an ambulance as soon as I realised...

-You called 999 from the house?

-From now on, you stay away from Taylor.

-All right. Let's not make any ultimatums.

-He nearly killed my son!

Please, please. We'll deal with this later.

-Sure we will, Dad.

-You're in no position to be sarky, all right?

And you're in no position to tell me what to do.

-Are you going to let him talk to you like this?

-Just calm down. Chill out, the both of you.

-What if I don't want to chill out?

-Hey. Look, she's upset, OK?

-So just let her be. We can sort this out when we get back to the house.

-Then you'll take her side as usual.

-Look, stop this now.

-CAMERON YELPS

That's enough.

-Rich, where are you going?

-Dad!

-I need some air.

Let's get you to a bed. Your dad'll be back.

-Taylor!

-Jamie, would you take Mrs Patterson

-to the relative's room, please? I'll come and get you when he's ready, OK?

-He's not gone to get some air.

He's gone to number 12.

-To speak to the tenants?

-What tenants?

The person I really feel sorry for is her.

She believes whatever he tells her.

The medical team will admit you overnight.

-Larry?

-OK. Who is this Larry?

Is Larry the guy who's been giving you the cigarettes?

Larry's not a guy. Larry's a mouse.

Grayson carries him around in a little box.

Is Larry all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Big Mac's seeing to it.

OK, Grayson.

So, where is he then?

He was last seen heading towards the incinerator.

He got four A plusses at A-level,

then he started working for his dad, just seems to have settled for that.

-And the house in Summer's Parade is Richard's?

-He rents it out.

You know, maybe this is all our fault.

Cameron's never had to think about money. He lives at home,

always got cash in his pocket.

He's never had to worry about anything.

-Then why is he so stressed?

-Is he?

He told me that's why he smokes.

Mrs Patterson? Taylor's awake now and he's asking for you.

Do you want to come with me?

-You apologise!

-It was you that hit me first.

And I'll be the one to hit you last.

What's going on now?

The lovebirds have fallen out of the nest again.

-Did you kick him?

-It's what my dad taught me to do.

-To your boyfriend?

-You're a nurse. Do something.

-Come on. Up you get.

Here we go. Try and take some deep breaths.

-Do you want me to rub them better for you?

-Thought you'd never ask.

-What happened?

-I accidentally knocked her foot with my knee.

She punched me on the arm. I slapped her on the thigh.

She kicked me in the ribs, et cetera, et cetera.

Until she kicked me right in the nuts.

You can wait in reception.

I'm so sorry, darling.

Not a problem, darling.

Get your trousers off.

-Have you proposed yet?

-Waiting till we get to the restaurant.

At this rate, neither of you are going to make it.

Do you know what? It might save you a world of grief.

-Sweetheart.

-He's being admitted to the paediatric ward.

They'll monitor him closely until he recovers.

-Cam?

-He's OK.

He was cross with Dad.

-Said he was going to burn the house down.

-Why would he say that?

He wants to burn the plants.

Plants? What plants?

-Explain to me about the house.

-What house?

Don't play dumb, Cameron. First you told me you get your dope from a tenant there,

then you say there were no tenants, so what's going on?

Taylor said there were plants there.

What's your dad growing in the house? Is it cannabis?

The landscaping business ran into trouble

and Dad read somewhere about these farms in ordinary houses...

So, number 12 is a cannabis farm?

I found out about it and he talked me into helping him but...

it's taken over his life.

-All he can see now is the money.

-Is that why you threatened to burn the house down?

The sooner we get out of that business, the better it is for all of us. It needs closing down.

-You think your dad's gone to sort it out now?

-No.

I think he's gone round to move as much as he can before the authorities catch up with him.

I'm going to have to tell the police all this. They're going to want to talk to you.

If it means an end to the lies then...

Anything?

Plenty.

Just no small box with a mouse inside.

-How come I'm the one who gets to climb into all the bins?

-You're more agile.

More gullible more like.

Hang on a sec.

-Does this look like it?

-Ooh. Hang on.

Hello, Larry!

Don't think I've ever been so happy to find a mouse in a bin.

Good man.

Mac?

-Cameron Patterson, did you see him leave?

-No.

-He's gone to the house.

-What house?

Call the police and notify them about a cannabis farm

at number 12, Summers Parade.

What?

Ah, the wanderer returns.

Dix, can we swing by that RTC scene from earlier?

I've lost my watch. I've looked everywhere for it.

It must have fallen off during that last scoop.

Did you see if any of the other services picked it up?

-No-one's reported it. There's a chance it's still there.

-Right. We'll call control.

-Mission accomplished?

-Never in doubt.

-SHE SCREAMS

-No, you scared him, man!

-I scared him?! You brought a mouse in here!

-Technically speaking, Grayson did.

Technically speaking, you're both idiots.

-SCREAMING

-Quick. Don't step! Don't step!

Right. This is where the RTC happened.

I'll have a quick look around. You stay put.

Ambulance, please.

Careful.

Sorry. Vermin control.

-Is that who I think it is?

-Yeah, it's Larry, Grayson's mouse.

Listen, we can corner him over there.

Thanks for everything, making me better and all that.

-Listen, I only dealt with the symptoms, not the cause.

-Cat?

Yeah. Good luck with that. Ta-ra.

Finally seeing the back of those two?

Like the man said, sometimes it's worth all the hassle.

Sometimes you can't help who you fall for.

-That's weird.

-What's weird.

We've got a shout?

12 Summers Parade.

Just back there.

Lloyd?

12 Summers Parade...

I knew it rang a bell. It's the shout we were on our way to earlier.

Turn around, please, Jeffery.

Cameron?

Richard!

Yeah, looks like it.

-Shall we go in?

-Yeah, I'll go and have a nosey.

Hello?

What happened?

He wouldn't listen to sense.

We're not drug dealers!

Do you know what it's like to watch everything you've built

-being stripped away?

-But this isn't the way, is it?

-It's all right...

-..cos it ends today.

-No. No.

-The place is full of chemicals.

-All the better.

It'll go up like a tinderbox.

Lloyd?

-Tell him to get out!

-Jeff! Don't come up!

Move, move, move, move!

Lloyd!

Lloyd!

Lloyd!

3-0-0...

3-0-0-6 to control.

3-0-0-6 to control. Can you hear me? Over.

Lloyd! Lloyd!

Jeff!

Jeffery!

Lloyd!

Lloyd! Lloyd!

Jeff.

Take him. I need to get Richard.

You serious?! This whole thing's going to go up. Lloyd!

COUGHING

-Take your time.

-You all right?

Where's Lloyd-y?

He's gone back in there.

Just get him out, will you?

That's my friend in there.

That's his mate in there.

Lloyd! Lloyd!

Lloyd!

Lloyd!

Lloyd. Lloyd.

Oh, mate.

He's having trouble breathing.

Let's get him on 100% O2. We've got a 20-minute window.

OK, mate. Come on. This way.

Cameron was caught in a blast. He's got burn injuries

-to the left side of his face, hands and back...

-Lloyd, that needs looking at.

-I'm OK. I'm OK.

-..GCS was 13.

-Suit yourself.

-..systolic pulse 90 and sats at 89%.

100% O2. He's had water gel pads and four of morphine, OK?

Cameron, nearly there, mate. We're going to pass slide him, yeah?

Well done, young man.

What's happening?

There was an explosion at the house.

OK. Has everyone got a bit? After three. One. Two. Three.

I'm Dr Hanna. Can you hear me?

HE MOANS

Can we get a gown on him and do some gases, please.

Let's get a venous blood gas...

and check his carboxyhaemoglobin.

I'll get a portable X-ray.

Titrate. Up to ten of morphine, please.

HE WHEEZES

I'm sorry.

What for?

She deserves to know the truth.

The house isn't...

rented out.

I used it...to grow cannabis.

Cannabis?

WAILING

I'm sorry.

I did it for the family, Carol.

For us.

Forgive me.

-I thought you'd both gone.

-Got in a bit of bother.

-Not you again!

-No. They had a row in reception,

another patient stepped in,

Declan told him to where to go and the patient decked him.

-What was the row about?

-I proposed to her, gave her the ring.

And it's silver. Silver brings me out in a rash.

-He already knows this, but he never listens.

-That's cos your voice gets this whiney, horrible tone.

-Who gets whiney?

-There it is.

-Shut your face!

-Right. That's it. Time out.

I want you to step back and take a long, hard look at each other.

And the question you need to ask yourselves is,

"Do I want to spend the rest of my life with this person?"

because you both have serious issues that need to be sorted,

otherwise...

..the next time we deal with you

it could be for far more serious injuries.

This spiral has to stop.

And if it can't stop, then for both your sakes,

go your separate ways.

So, what are you going to do?

I'm going to change the ring for a gold one.

Back in the same cubicle?

You're going to go to Lloyd's drinks tonight?

Try and stop me.

See, I was kind of hoping I'd be able to bagsy the first dance.

I thought you'd rather bagsy the last one.

I didn't want to seem greedy and have both.

Consider me bagged.

They are partial thickness. Can we get these dressed, please?

Your dad's told me everything.

I hated lying to you.

What happens now?

With me and your dad?

The house has gone. He'll be arrested.

Will you be waiting for him when he comes back out?

I'd like to think I will be.

Same here.

Mate, is it too late to accept your offer of help...

with the drugs?

It's never too late.

So, are you all set for your overnight upstairs, Grayson?

Charlie, what about Larry?

He can't have a mouse on the ward, can he?

Well, maybe it's time to release him back into the wild.

But...I've had him since he was a baby.

Is a young mouse called a baby?

A mouseling?

-Mouseling?

-Ah, no. I think you'll find it's a pup.

He wouldn't last five minutes in the wild.

Well, I'm afraid he can't stay here with you.

You're going to have to decide what to do with him.

Mac?

Oh, no.

No. No.

Oh, no way, man.

There you are.

Last look around the staffroom before you go?

Admit it, son, you're going to miss us.

You ready to come across the road?

-I suppose.

-You don't have to look so nervous.

What possessed me to ask Fletch to organise my leaving do?

-It'll be fine.

-Not if I have anything to do with it, it won't.

Richard's adamant he coerced Cameron into helping him.

He's taking all the blame.

VDT. Valuable Drinking Time. Come on, son.

Here he is. Our very own Rambo!

But in reality, Rambo was a war hero. He was driven

-to extreme action by...

-No, in reality, he was a character in a film.

-What's that?

-Our new housemate.

More of a short-term lodger.

Here we go. The first of many.

Now you know I am not great with alcohol.

Which is why I've arranged a party befitting your position as our team's lightweight.

There's plenty of food laid on and, as far as I've been able to,

tonight will be dignified and sophisticated.

-Not that I can say the same about the stripper.

-Stripper?!

He's joking. No stripper, no drinking games,

no practical jokes, but we do have a toast.

To Lloyd Asike. A decent guy who's a damn good nurse

who will make a damn good doctor. We will miss you.

To Lloyd Askie!

CHEERING

-Dignity and sophistication could only stretch so far.

-Whoa. Hang on.

-You expect me to make a speech?

-No, Mr Asike.

-We expect you to sing.

-Is this your idea?

Believe me, it was the least humiliating thing on Fletch's list.

I just wanted to say, thanks for everything.

Come here.

Right. I can't believe you're making me do this.

Right. Let's get this party started!

# Don't leave me this way

# I can't survive

# I can't stay alive

# Without your love

# Oh, baby

# Don't leave me this way

# I can't exist

# I will surely miss

# Your tender kiss

# Don't leave me this way... #

-I didn't realise it was a big one, mate. Life begins, eh?

-That's 40.

Can I have your attention, please, guys?

We seem to be going through an unusually large amount

of Diazepam lately.

-Are you saying my wife's sleeping about?

-I didn't say that. Maybe you should ask your brother.

-I don't know if you're looking for trouble or you're just thick.

-Just...

Just save your breath. If you want trouble, bring it on. If you don't,

get out there now and fix this fast.

She's accusing us of stealing drugs?

No-one would be that stupid.

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