Letting Go Casualty

Your glass of wine.

-We're late.

-Cos I couldn't get you out of bed this morning.

-I didn't sleep.

-You OK?

-Fine.

I'm sorry, sorry. Just...headache.

So, there I am, looking round the bedroom for something

to defend myself with and the only thing I could find

-is a copy of The BMJ.

-So, you were planning on boring

the burglars to death, were you?

-Hello, part-timers.

-Sorry.

Turn the light on, and I'm face to face with Ella.

Half-past-three in the morning?

Kids, eh? Who'd have 'em?

Bye!

Robyn, can you sort out the ward transfers for me, please?

My dad used to say that kids were the most successful

form of contraception ever invented.

-I think he might have had a point.

-Think he might have.

-Blood results from cubicle two, Charlie.

-Thank you.

-They're asking for you in cubicles.

-Right.

CAR BEEPS

TYRES SKID

-Large glass of red when you're ready.

-Certainly.

OK, I see him, Norm.

Pull in there, son!

I'll save you a space.

Excuse me, love. Excuse me.

He just ran into the road.

His leg got caught by a car.

OK. Hey, young man, I'm Jeff, I'm a paramedic.

Can you tell me your name?

Can you hear me?

Are you in any pain at all?

-What did you see, love?

-He stepped into the road

and the car caught his leg.

All right, young man, I'm just going to check you over.

All right, can you do me a favour? Hold his head for me.

One hand on either side. Perfect.

How is he?

His neuro-obs seem normal but something's not quite right.

-Jeff.

-No ID for this guy.

Witnesses say he may have been clipped by a car,

Possibly KO'd, query fractured left tib and fib.

Minor cuts and bruises to his head.

He was conscious when we got to him but we've had no verbal responses.

GCS has been 13, BP is 115 systolic, pulse 80, sats 96%, BM 6.

OK, when we're ready on three, then, please. One, two, three.

GROANS WITH PAIN

Well, airway's obviously clear.

Right, let's do blood, group and save, and get him off this

board as soon as possible, please, and give him a thorough check.

OK, you've been involved in an accident.

You're in Holby City Hospital.

My name's Tom and I'll be looking after you, all right?

That's the first verbal response we've had.

OK, all right. All right, OK! Just try and calm down.

OK, well his pupil response is fine

but his GCS is a bit worrying, so let's book him in

for a CT scan just to be on the safe side and do a quick

tox screen, to make sure there's nothing in there that shouldn't be.

Look, don't worry. I know what I'm doing.

Is this yours?

All right, OK.

Quite the strangest thing, that boy.

Eyes wide open but totally unresponsive.

Saturday nights back in the '90s,

everyone looked like that, me included.

Walk round town at the weekend and everyone under the age of 20

looks the same. The living dead, pickled in alcohol.

They're a strain on NHS resources. Where are the parents, eh?

I like a blanket statement of condemnation. You should be an MP.

'Holby Control 3006,

'how long until you're clear? We have an outstanding emergency.'

3006 to Holby Control. About two minutes. Go ahead with details.

'Female fallen down a flight of stairs.'

Noel. Who looks like a train spotter?

What?

Just get in there, you're so silly.

Oh, whatever. You're scared.

I ain't scared.

-But what if he asks for ID?

-Tells him to stick it.

Now get in there.

Look - no booze, no party.

No party, no me and you having good times.

Couple of shots and I don't know what I'm doing.

Go in.

Go on in!

OK. What's wrong?

Why would there be anything wrong?

Tariq, when was the last time you helped me stock the shelves?

I wanted to tell you before, do things properly,

-but it just kind of happened and...

-Tell me what?

I asked Nina to marry me. She's said yes.

Wonderful news!

You're OK with it?

I'm delighted!

We need to talk to her dad, set a date.

I know what I'm giving for a wedding present.

What?

This place.

I've been planning it for months.

OK, everyone give the lady a little space, please!

Excuse me.

-Can you tell me your name?

-Cass Phillips.

OK, what happened, Cass?

I was walking down the stairs, and now you're here.

Did you black out before the fall? Pulse oxometer, please, Tom.

Is there any pain anywhere?

Mostly just my arm.

OK, well, we'll take you into the ED, get you checked over.

I should just go home.

You need to come with us.

Is there anyone you'd like us to contact?

No.

I've been thinking about a refit

and this seems like a perfect excuse.

Dad, I'd need to talk to Nina about it.

This business has been up and running for 30 years.

And the flat upstairs.

I'd like to see her dad beat that.

That's £3.99, please.

AFTER I've seen your ID.

Here!

ID, please.

What's your problem? Just serve him.

I know you.

Get out of my shop. Please.

Or what, you going to rough me up like you did last week?

He touched you?

-Out now, please!

-Calm down, Granddad.

-Let go of me!

-What's going on?

Yeah? What's your problem, mate?

-Oi! Get off him!

-Dad, police!

Jake!

Watch out!

Jake!

We need to get a scan of your head

cos you may have been knocked out, OK?

Robyn, could you get a gown, please?

Look after you, mate, OK? Don't worry.

Cass Phillips, 35,

fell down a flight of stairs in the shopping centre.

May have been KO'd, query fractured right radius and ulna.

All got a bit? One, two, three.

Pulse 90, BP 125 systolic, sats 97%, BM 6.

She's had ten of morphine and, er...

Hi, Cass. My name is Sam.

I'm one of the doctors here in the ED.

Are you in any pain?

Just my arm, really. Banged my head a bit.

Are you on any medication?

Anti-depressants. Citalopram.

Legacy of my ex. Long gone but not forgotten.

-When was your last dose?

-An hour ago.

-And you've had a drink?

-Smallest wine. Teeny.

Let's do a liver function test and bloods, please.

METAL CONTAINERS CRASH

-ROBYN:

-Sorry.

-Got a sec?

-Our mystery guy?

He doesn't seem to have any obvious head injuries yet he keeps

drifting in and out, doesn't appear to be registering stimuli.

Didn't even blink when I dropped these.

Could be drugs, alcohol.

-Robyn, could you get the results of his tox screen?

-Yeah.

Could be absence epilepsy.

He wouldn't register anything around him for short periods of time.

But he's been like this more or less since he came in.

He could be having episodes literally one after the other.

But wouldn't we be able to tell?

If he has the condition and it's being controlled by meds,

the absence wouldn't present physically.

He wouldn't roll on the floor, have a seizure.

No cannabis, cocaine, opiates, benzos. He's clean as a whistle.

I'll get onto the outpatient epilepsy clinic,

speak to the registrar, see if they can tell me any more.

Poor kid. Sooner we find his parents the better.

You're not still worried about that kid, are you?

No, no, no. I got my eye on this lovely little filly.

Just hoping she's going to come across, you know what I mean?

Anyone I know?

She at work?

No. Norm. When I say lovely little filly, I mean lovely little filly.

Jago's Daughter. She's running the 3:15 at Doncaster.

-RADIO:

-'Holby control 3006, cancel your existing call,

'we have an emergency call to Quasim's Supermarket, Glenville Road.'

We're on our way.

That's the same shop we had all that trouble in last week.

HE GROANS

Let me just take these off.

X-ray are ready for you, Sam.

Thank you, Ash.

Is there anyone you'd like us to contact. Family? Fiance?

Haven't got one.

Oh, I was thrown by the engagement ring.

Force of habit.

Longest engagement in history, got bored waiting, so I ditched him.

Oh, sorry about that.

That's OK. First time I've been on my own in years.

I'm enjoying it. Might even do some travelling.

Oh, very nice.

Are you sure there's no-one else we can call?

-Relatives or friend?

-No.

-Right, all aboard the Skylark.

-Thank you, Captain.

You're very welcome.

All right, Doc?

He's single.

Mm...argh!

No, you're going to hurt yourself!

Calm down, calm down, it's OK.

-He didn't mean it.

-You all right?

Fine, Mac, fine. Can you get Charlie?

Calm down, just lie down, lie back.

It's all right, take it easy, no-one is going to hurt you, just calm down.

Just lie down, just lie down. That's it.

Let's get you lying down. All right.

It's OK, it's OK, just lie down. That's it.

I'm going nowhere. I'm going nowhere. Robyn.

I'll live.

SIREN WAILS

SIREN STOPS

DOGS BARK

Quickly, please!

Righto, mate. OK, Princess? Are you injured?

-I can't move.

-Glass everywhere, man.

Just my leg - shelf caught it when it fell.

All right, let me see.

Norman, can you get her over there for me, please?

-Get her sat down with her hand on that.

-If it hadn't been for this stupid girl...

-Shut it, Granddad!

-..none of this would have happened.

Easy, please. Don't you think we've got enough to deal with?

Norman, separate mode of transport for these two, please.

3006 to Holby Control...

OK, start again, shall we? Now, who have we got?

That's my son, Tariq.

That's my boyfriend, Jake.

-Are you injured, Jake?

-Yeah, man, I got some cuts, man, but I'm good.

-Same for you too, Tariq, yeah?

-My face is cut, there's blood and glass in my back.

Second ambulance is on its way. As are the police and fire service.

Right, well, we can't do much till they get here, mate.

This thing weighs a tonne.

Louise, can you contact the police,

ask if they've had a boy reported missing - about 15, 16 years old,

five foot ten, curly brown hair.

Where are the parents? I mean, they bring them into the world,

-not a thought how they'll care for them.

-You don't know these people.

I know he's missing and they ain't noticed.

It's all right, it won't take longer than a few minutes, OK?

I'll be right here when you get out.

Just lie down gently for me, lie down. That's it.

It will all be over before you know it, OK? Good man.

I'll stay with him.

OK, I'm not going anywhere.

OK, fellas, cavalry's here!

OK, gents, we got two young men trapped under shelving,

both conscious. This one's got a bad head wound, lost a lot of blood.

Dom over that side.

Query fractured arm on this one. Gary, get that corner.

Eyes shut - try and shield your faces as it comes up, yeah?

-Yeah.

-OK, gents, on three?

One, two, three...

GROANING

Easy. Got it?

Keep it going.

Right, let's get these two in as soon as possible.

Well, neck and head are NAD, so we can attribute his neurological

responses to a pre-existing condition.

Have you managed to contact the Epilepsy Clinic?

Yes, spoke with the registrar. His symptoms are consistent with absence epilepsy.

His low level of social engagement could be down to some sort of autism.

If he is autistic, we don't know how much of this he actually understands.

I'm going to keep him on the ED with me until a bed becomes available.

Well, you can't do that all day.

We've established he's in no danger,

it's a soft tissue injury, he's waiting to have his leg strapped up.

Don't you think it's time to move him up?

He's scared. We've established a rapport and he trusts me.

-I'm just saying.

-In that way you always "just say" -

that metaphorical finger-wagging way you "just say".

Tariq, we're at the ED, just going to hand you over to the doctors, get you sorted.

Tariq Quasim, 24 years old, been trapped by some shelving.

Lacerations to his face, minor lacerations to back, shoulders and arms.

GCS has been 15 throughout, BP is 120 systolic, pulse 80,

sats are at 95%, and we've given him 5 of morphine.

OK, Tariq, I'm Martin Ashford. Any pains?

Just my face, back's a bit sore.

-OK.

-Thanks, Ash. Right, let's have him over when we're ready, please.

OK, on three. One, two, three.

Ella!

We were in the shop and then Jake kicked off and...

I'm sorry, Dad.

She's got a superficial laceration to her leg, otherwise seems

all right. I'll look after her, I'll take her into cubicles.

It just got out of hand and...

Come on, Ella.

Are you her father?

-Yes.

-Then get away from my son - get away from him!

-OK, come on.

-Let the doctor do his job.

You can't be trusted with your own child,

why should I trust mine with you?

This isn't helping, is it?

Martin, I'll take this one from here. Jamie'll bring me up to speed.

This is Tariq...

Well, I've got the results back and the X-ray shows a fracture to your right forearm.

The head scan was clear but because you lost consciousness after the fall,

I'm afraid I would like to keep you in overnight for observation.

Can't I just go home?

I'd be a lot happier

if you just stayed in so we could keep a good eye on you.

So much more comfy in my own bed, you know.

You're not going anywhere.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

It's for you!

Thanks.

Not going to answer it?

Just work.

Thought it might have been your ex - begging for forgiveness.

OK, I'll be right back.

I was with Jake in the shop...

Jake?

-A friend.

-Boyfriend?

Not been seeing him long, but he starts to argue

and then the next thing... I kept on shouting at him to stop.

All right, all right, we don't need to go into this now. But you're OK?

Come here.

Come on, let's get you cleaned up.

Not much more than a scratch, really.

Why don't you take five?

Try and get your blood pressure back down to normal?

Come on, Ella.

Your neck's fine, but I do want to do an X-ray, to see

how much glass is in that wound.

HE GASPS

How's it looking?

Worse than it probably is.

Easy for you to say.

There's always a lot of blood with facial wounds.

I was lucky. Inch or so higher and...

Right, now, you want to keep this dry.

No showers for a few days, all right?

Your dad'll tell you when it's safe.

Thanks, Charlie.

This is bad, but you don't need me to tell you how bad it could have been.

You think I don't know that?

I'm not going to be seeing him again.

-Do you mean that?

-I just said, didn't I?

Ow! You caught me!

Really? Sorry.

All done.

OK, let's go.

Wait here.

The police want to interview you and I want to be there.

It's the right thing to do, it's the only thing to do.

You do know that, don't you?

Yeah, sure.

OK. I'll let them know you're here. It'll be OK.

Thank you for getting me out of there.

I didn't want to be stitching you up as well as the patients.

Tom! Look.

Where did you get that from?

I found them in here, there's a number too.

His name is Rory Ronson.

Rory Ronson, well done.

You think it's broken?

We'll know for definite when it's X-rayed.

All just kicked off, and...

And my daughter's facing the possibility of criminal proceedings.

I just saw red, you know?

No. I don't.

Things went too far with that guy, she went mental.

You're lucky you're not facing a murder charge.

I didn't go in there intending for any of that to happen!

I'll tell Mr Quasim that when they're stitching his face back together.

Right, we'll get the rest of the glass out of your back

when you return from X-ray, Jake, OK?

And you will not contact Ella again.

If you do, I'll take it as a personal insult

and we will have words.

Clear?

Crystal.

I'll let you know when we're done. All right, Ash?

My name's Drew Ronson, I got a call. My son's here?

Yes. Hi, I'm Tom Kent, the doctor looking after Rory.

He was knocked over earlier today, he's injured his leg.

-What?

-Paramedics found him in the city centre.

What was he doing there?

He was supposed to be with his buddy group.

I've been trying his mum's mobile. Is his mum here?

Is she injured too?

No, Rory was brought in alone.

Where is she, then?

She drops me at school at 8.45, then Rory at 9.

Hi, Cass, when you get this, call me,

just get in touch. It's Rory - something's happened.

Excuse me, sorry. Her name's Cass?

-Yeah.

-Could you just follow me a minute?

Mum!

You're here!

Sam, a quick word. Your patient, Cass.

She's Rory's mum.

She said she had no relatives.

Well, her husband's just arrived with a little boy.

Are you sure?

He seemed pretty genuine.

Why would she lie?

They're through here.

So, what are you saying? I still don't understand, Cass.

I... I lost him.

His buddy group was closed.

Didn't know what to do. So...

We went window shopping. One minute he was there right next to me.

The next..

But you reported it, you called the police?

Police were never contacted.

I panicked. Ran, ran looking for him...

fell down the stairs, was knocked out and..

-We've been trying to contact next of kin most of the day.

-And you were here all the time.

Yeah.

You must have been worried sick.

Hey, it's all right, everything's going to be all right. I'm here.

-Mummy's here.

-Sam. It's a seizure..

Right, let's get him onto his side.

Does it all the time. Normally just talk to him..

It's OK, bro. Everything's going to be all right.

There is a shard of glass just lodged underneath your cheekbone.

I'm going to explore it with some forceps

and hopefully I will be able to feel

where it is, OK?

-Yeah, can you hear that?

-Mm-hm.

HE GASPS

Got it.

Bingo.

OK. Right, that should do it.

OK, we'll stitch you up and then hopefully you'll be good to go.

Thank you.

I wanted to apologise

and to assure you that my daughter will be talking to the police.

My son could have easily been blinded.

She seems to be under this boy's influence

and it's having a detrimental effect with her behaviour.

And the girl last week, when they attacked me.

She was a bad influence too?

Perhaps it's your daughter who's the bad influence?

The police will interview her, so I am sure...

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to ring my wife

and Tariq's girlfriend to let them know about this.

The police have just gone to talk to Ella.

And...afraid they can't find her.

I'll be back as soon as he's settled.

Are you OK?

What happened, Cass?

Three hours a week, Rory goes to his buddy group.

Time to relax.

After I've done the shopping. Run round the house with a Hoover.

Bit of ironing. Turned up this morning, and it was closed.

Had their funding withdrawn. So I thought, let's go shopping.

Suddenly, I looked up and he was a few yards away

and for the first time in years, not glued to my side.

I could breathe.

So you left him?

Something just snapped. And I ran.

I ran.

Cass, I noticed bruising on your shoulder and neck area.

If you need help.

If there is anyone you would like to talk to?

We're fine. Let's just drop it.

Listen, Milo. I need to bring your dad up to speed, so what I am going to

do is I am going to leave you with lovely Louise over here, OK?

-Tom.

-Yep, um, if you wait for me in the Relatives' Room, which is

just down the corridor on the right, I'll follow you through.

-OK.

-Thanks.

-Hello.

-Hi.

Now's your chance, Louise.

You keep that kid on the straight and narrow, Louise.

Show all those waster parents out there how it should be done.

Cass is under immense pressure and today

she couldn't take any more.

-I'm sure once the dad's fully aware he'll figure out what to do.

-You think?

Yeah, she needs to get her head together for the sake of her family.

What she needs is support!

I think we should be contacting social services.

And split them up?

Not necessarily. Cass lied about who she was,

completely denied she even had a family - to the point of

completely ignoring her own child crying out in the bed next to her!

-I'm not denying she's under pressure, confused.

-And terrified!

I think she's being hit.

There are bruises on her neck and shoulder.

Tom, I understand that you care about Rory.

That's commendable, but would you send him home

if you knew his mother was being abused?

What Cass did today wasn't a cry for help.

It was a scream.

Stitches need to come out in seven to ten days' time.

Any allergies? Asthma? Any pain, take Ibuprofen.

So, the Plaster Room is now free.

And when you're finished there, the police would like a word.

What I said before.

I never meant for this to happen, to hurt anyone, it's just...

If that bloke had been hit in the eye. Look, I'm sorry

if I got Ella into trouble.

I was just trying to make her happy, you know.

Next time you want someone to be happy, tell them a joke.

I've never been in trouble with the law.

When my old man finds out...

It's just that Ella wanted to go, we needed booze and she said she knew where we could get some.

-You're telling me that Ella put you up to this?

-I wanted her to like me.

So you thought you'd have a fight in a shop?

I couldn't let it go. Not after what she said he'd done to her last week.

Roughed her up. I had to defend her, didn't I?

Doctor Hanna's done a good job on these.

Be healed in no time.

Some women find scars attractive, don't they?

I think it's the man they find attractive.

Whether they've got scars or not.

Hope my fiancee likes them.

In a few months' time, these'll be long gone.

It's OK to be upset, you know.

I'm not upset.

I'm angry. That shop!

Constant fights, phoning police, kids - young kids stealing,

threatening you. It's nothing but trouble!

-Should burn it to the ground!

-You don't mean that.

He's worked his fingers to the bone in that place his whole life - and for what?

Um... Your mum and Nina are on their way in.

I'll just wait for them outside, yeah?

Cass had a couple of drinks, which obviously contributed to the fall.

-She was drinking?

-Rory went looking for her, which is how he ended up on the road.

So when she fell down the stairs, she was what - drunk?

She's explained how it's getting more and more difficult to look after Rory.

We both think that you might need help.

It may be worth contacting social services.

There are other avenues we can explore before we go to them.

You could contact your local education authority or your GP,

to see if they know of any local support groups or organisations

that could offer any respite.

Rory's registered as disabled, so...

I don't think it's as simple as a few hours of babysitting.

You need professional help, Drew, intervention.

He should try dealing with this on his own before we call in the big guns.

-Yeah, well, there's too much at stake.

-We can cope.

Your partner's covered in bruises, is that you coping?

What? You think I beat my wife?

All I'm asking is if you have any idea how they...?

You're accusing me of hitting Cass!

-All I know is...

-No, you know nothing!

Nice one.

Try some fruit juice instead of pop. It's better for you.

Wouldn't touch either - full of sugar and E numbers.

Shouldn't sell that rubbish in a hospital - sends kids mental.

Anywhere I can get some fruit?

Yes, this way.

The second you get this, call me, Ella. It's very serious.

She still not picking up?

Well, maybe Ella wants to do this on her own.

Maybe you should let her. Sometimes you've just got to let go.

-Want a coffee?

-No, thanks.

Luckily for you I wasn't as peckish as I thought I'd be at lunch time.

Only go to waste if you don't.

So I'm guessing you're Mum's little helper, right?

I do what I can.

She's very lucky to have you.

So what are you good at, then? Washing up?

And drying. Loading the washing machine - darks, whites and colours.

I'll have to borrow you.

Pinning down.

What's that?

When Rory gets excitable.

Flies off the handle, and we have to pin him down,

so he doesn't wreck the place or hurt himself.

We don't do it nasty.

Didn't do it once and he ended up splitting his head.

Like he flies into these rages - but it's not his fault.

You and your mum have to do that?

All part of the job.

Well, you be careful you don't get hurt.

Yeah. But I do.

And if you think that's bad, you have to see Mum sometimes -

wicked!

You should have said.

I stopped feeling it years ago, Drew. Just shut down.

Every day is the same. Every week. Year.

I fall into bed at the end of the day and next thing is I'm up

and it's exactly the same.

It's just me and him. Me and him.

You should have told me!

I'm telling you now!

I kept praying things will get better and they don't, they get worse...

Rory could have been killed today.

And for a few moments, I didn't care.

I'll go part-time, get another job.

This is my family we're talking about, the most important thing in the world.

I can't do it any more.

We'll get through this together, OK? Cass?

We need to get you looked at.

Get saline in that line, cross match four units of blood

and fast bleep the medics.

I've got this, Tom. Let's get her to Resus.

Let's go.

Coming through, please, watch your backs!

Dad!

Can I get another large bore cannula in, please,

and can I get a clean bowl as well? All right, Cass.

We've got to get some fluids into her.

Dad, will Mum be OK?

This line's tissue, nothing's going through.

Just going to put this around your arm, OK?

It's not working, we need another line in, and fast.

OK, can I have a cut down set, please, and some sterile gloves?

I'm going to lower you down gently, OK?

Right, Cass, I'm going to have to make an incision just

above your ankle in order to get the drip in, OK?

SHE GASPS

Scissors.

All right, all right.

It's all right, don't look, don't look.

OK, I'm just tying it off now.

Right, let's get some fluids in.

Don't forget your outpatient's appointment.

I won't. And thanks.

Any problems, just come straight back.

And please accept my sincere apologies.

She's not a bad girl.

Thanks. Dad. We need to talk about the shop.

You were right.

That's not what I meant. I'll give it a go.

Tariq, I've always known it wasn't for you.

What'll you do with the shop?

Sell it, buy myself a football team.

Ella, when you get this, call me.

The police need to interview you.

I'll call you in a while. Please pick up, OK?

Tom. Results of Cass's liver function test. Pretty conclusive.

She's obviously been drinking heavily for a lot longer than

she'd like to admit - early signs of cirrhosis.

Cass can't even look after herself at the moment,

let alone anyone else.

GIGGLING

She's down, she's down.

What are you doing? Going this way.

We have to go, come on.

Come on, wake up, we need you.

We have to go, come on.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Cirrhosis? I had no idea.

People can be very good at hiding their addictions.

Drew, listen, I thought with the right kind of backup,

you guys could cope.

But, given this news...

You said, we'll get help.

The problems you have, they aren't just going to go away.

I want you guys to stay together.

But I want you to be honest with yourself, with me.

Can you cope?

Yes.

Running the house, caring for Cass, Rory and Milo.

You'd have to quit work to achieve that and without your income,

I mean the whole thing would come to a grinding halt.

Let social services look after Rory. This would only be temporary.

It would help you regain your strength. Help you to recover.

She's over here.

Have you guys taken anything?

No.

Ella.

Ella, wake up, darling. Come on, come on, darling, that's it.

Come on, wake up.

Charlie? I need a favour.

You all right with that, Charlie?

-Yeah, fine, thanks, Mac, I can manage.

-No worries.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate, Charlie.

Well, if you can't help your mates.

All right.

OK.

This isn't good, Ash. Second time in this state.

I'm aware of that, Charlie.

It's obvious Ella's got issues.

Like every other teenager.

Charlie, when you get a moment, can we discuss the staffing ratios of...?

Come on. She's drunk.

It's becoming quite a habit, this.

Exactly what I was saying.

So you're doing everything you can to help her

and what's she doing? Jumping a police interview to get hammered.

What to do?

Finish your shift, go home.

I'll stay the night.

What's the point? At this moment Ella's only really

-interested in herself.

-I can't leave her.

Well, that's your call.

But if there is any justice,

she'll wake up with a hangover from hell and a police sergeant

who doesn't give a toss about how bad she thinks she's had it.

Ella.

No, over to you, Daddio.

Hey.

Good luck.

Can I have the number for social services, please?

Sure. Can you make sure Milo gets this?

-Yeah.

-Very touching, Louise.

Yeah. Well, they'd only go off. No use wasting 'em.

Children's Department, please.

Hi, it's Dr Kent, Holby City Hospital.

I've got a kid here, he's 15 years of age, Rory Ronson...

Already?

Well, who...?

Thank you.

OK.

Do you have any idea how stupid you made me look?

I didn't want you to be upset.

You deliberately undermine me, you make decisions on my patients'

welfare without any consultation and you didn't want to upset me?

Do me a favour, Sam. Next time you want to spare my feelings - don't.

I know we have our problems. But this...trouble with the police.

Drinking. It can only make things worse.

I'm sorry.

Are you?

I'm sorry I wasn't there when you were growing up.

And if I could fix that, then I would. But I can't...

But I'm here now. You need to accept things and move on, or...

I don't know what's going to happen between us, Ella.

Sorry.

I had a word with her. Think she got the message.

Good. I hope she did for your sake.

Fancy a bite to eat?

I'd love to, but tonight bath and bed for me.

-Sounds good. Next time.

-Night.

Hey! Anyone fancy a drink later? Courtesy of me.

Actually, courtesy of a lovely little filly what has done the business, Norman!

Never again.

Do you mean that?

Because your dad is really hanging on to the fact that you do.

I can't keep putting him through this. Or me.

You're worth more than this, Ella. So is your dad.

Think this belongs to your brother.

-Thanks for the fruit.

-No worries.

You were right.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

No, thank you.

Don't.

Don't do it, Tom.

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

I'm talking about the drugs you just took from the cabinet, you don't need them.

It's none of your business.

It is my business. Look, it's down to me you were taking them in the first place!

Tom, you could lose your job, I could lose mine!

-I said, just leave it!

-I'm not going to leave it!

I said leave it.

Give them to me, Tom!

Just...leave it!

-Do you want me to get the job or not?

-Of course.

See if you can find something that will get rid of that.

I would never hurt you. I said I was sorry.

It's not just about that. It is everything else.

The way you are going you could endanger people's lives.

-How did he get these?

-Football, I guess.

She doesn't really seem the kicking off sort.

-Know her well?

-No, but...

-Then do as I say.

Going up for the band six post?

Uh, yeah, but, um, I'm just trying to keep it under wraps.

If you won't listen what is the point?

Do not yell at her like that.

If you managed her I wouldn't have to.

I was this close to crying at work today.

It's not going to happen again.

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