The Memory of Water Casualty

I put up an IV before I left. This one was Fletch.

Collect the facts, interview the main players.

Zoe told you what happened? She told me what everyone thinks happened.

Lily saw you stopping the infusion

and thought you were covering your mistake

but you were actually covering mine.

It might have been your mistake, but this is all my fault.

Where you been, babe?

Nature called.

Come and give me a cuddle.

What time is it?

It's early. You should get back to sleep.

ALARM BEEPS

DOOR BELL RINGS

I was passing. Fletch...

You've missed a couple of shifts. I'm fine.

But you stopped answering your phone. I started to get worried.

There's no need.

Big day today.

I'm so sorry. It's fine, we did the right thing.

Did we?

I guess we're going to find out.

Ignore the mess.

Mind if I finish this?

No, it's fine. Max can get some more when he's out.

Hey, chuck us that pen.

We need tea bags.

I bought 40!

He must drink a lot of tea.

Robyn? Yeah?

Are you doing a shopping list?

Yes.

Put toilet paper.

I would never forgive myself if you lost your job.

I won't. But if you do?

Then it's my decision.

Tess, will you stop tidying up?

What I did was fraud - you said so yourself.

We can't have the whole department being investigated.

Hopefully I'll just get a slap on the wrist.

The patient could have died! Oh...

You all right?

Stand still.

I am.

RINGING IN EARS

RUNNING WATER

Andrew?

Andrew?

Oh, no!

Why didn't you...?

HE GROANS

SHE CRIES IN PAIN

I can manage.

She had a bit of a wobble.

I haven't been eating properly. It'll just be my blood sugar.

Why don't you do a BM stick just to make sure? Will do.

Morning.

Oh, my head. Me too.

Did we crash out at the same time last night?

I stayed up a bit longer.

I hope Mark's not going to hog you all weekend.

Amy, Dave! Fire! Quick, quick!

Fire? What...?

Fire?

MUSIC: "Disco Inferno" Yeah.

Wow. Funny.

You ever going to grow up? Hope not. Are we here to sleep or surf?

Morning.

You, uh...sleep all right last night?

Yeah, course, why wouldn't I?

I'll bring the van closer. Get the boards.

No smoke without fire?

OK, so the worst sound in the world?

Fingernails on a blackboard.

Yeah, horrible, not as bad as mine. Go on, then.

One Direction singing Elvis.

Don't you dare blaspheme, Jeffrey Collier! Bad, innit?

What about you, Iain? What's that? Worst sound in the world?

An IED going off when you know your oppos are on patrol.

Yeah, that would do it.

Yeah. Hi, there.

He's in here. Through here.

OK. All right, thank you.

In here. What's your name, love?

Mary. And his?

Andrew. Somehow the water, the hot water,

he mustn't have been able to...

Did you get burned as well? Oh, that's nothing.

He must have been screaming, but I didn't have my hearing aid in

and I was doing my hair... Shall I take a look at that for you?

OK, Andrew.

Hey, Andrew.

All right, mate, I'm Jeff.

I'm a paramedic. Can you hear me?

Looks like a lobster.

Yeah. Can you get some oxygen on him, mate?

Listen, Andrew, I'm going to run a bit of cold water on you, mate.

And he was fine earlier?

Is he on any medication?

N...no.

Does he need any help with the bath? Help?

Does he manage on his own, or...?

Oh, no.

No, he doesn't want me there,

he has this chair thing.

Right. And he's never had any trouble running a bath before?

OK, don't you worry.

The lads are with him now. They'll look after him.

So how's Tess?

She's working now. Medics make the worst patients. Yep.

Hey. You're a patient.

I'm better now.

So Fletch brought you in?

It's like that, is it? You don't need to know everything, Charlie.

No, fair enough.

Right, I'll be in my office on an SPA day,

so I'm here, but I'm not here, if you know what I mean.

Tess, can I have a word, please?

So is everything OK?

A couple of bad nights' sleep, that's all. Is that all?

What did you want to see me about?

Fletch's tribunal. We need a contingency plan

in case it doesn't go his way. I'll get onto it.

Tess, you know if you want to talk at all...

I just need to get on with my job. I'll be fine.

Nice parking. What?

It's just a compliment.

Is Amy up yet?

No, she's sleeping it off.

That girl can sleep -

Mum used to pull the sheets off her and open the window to get her up.

I remember this one time... Did we have sex last night?

Enough with the small talk?

Mark, Mark...

..I need to know what you remember...

You clearly remember.

No, I was really drunk...

You weren't that drunk.

You won't say anything?

I'm in no rush to tell my sister I slept with her boyfriend.

Right, right, so we keep it from her?

Yeah...but you finish with her.

Why?

Because you're clearly gay. I am not!

You see those pink tents? You are as camp as them, mate.

Keep your voice down.

It only goes one way, Dave.

End it with her, and then you go about your life.

I fancy girls! Look out!

Amy!

Amy, get out of the tent!

Shut up, Mark, not funny.

Look out!

Argh!

Amy, are you all right?

My leg! My leg!

It's all right.

I'm here, I'm here. Go and get an ambulance.

Oh, my God.

So?

Yes, I've done the test. My BM's 4.

Tess...

It's not that low. I'll have a big lunch.

You need to rest.

I'm on non-clinical, that's plenty of rest.

Not exactly what I meant.

Like I said, it's nothing to worry about.

You done the test?

Yes, please worry about the hearing, not me.

This is Andrew Hobson, 73 years old.

Found unconsciousness in a bath of scalding water.

He has got widespread erythema to the lower part of his body

including his perineum.

GCS was 9, BP's 100 over 60, pulse 120, sats are at 95%.

We used a burn sheet and 200 of saline.

This is Mary Hobson, partial burns to her right arm,

we applied water gel pads.

OK. Right, Mrs Hobson, if we can just pop you into a cubicle

we will take a look at that.

We will just be a minute. Right, thanks.

Fletch, resus?

Yeah.

Nasty.

Yeah, think he got in the bath, turned the tap on

then he wasn't able to turn it off again.

His wife's partially deaf, poor thing didn't hear him.

Lily, can you manage his airway

whilst I do the primary survey, please?

Airway's clear.

Any idea about his reduced state?

No, found him like that, think it might have been the pain,

there's no sign of head injury.

Cheers.

Chest's clear.

Let's rule out hypoglycaemia,

let's get some bloods and a venous gas, please?

Sats at 95 still.

Mr Hobson? Can you hear me?

Mr Hobson.

Mr Hobson, can you squeeze my hand?

This guy is seriously ill,

no reflection on you, Fletch, but I'd like Charlie across this.

Of course it's a reflection on me,

if you don't think I'm up to the job... Fletch. No...

If I don't have the support here,

what chance do I have with the disciplinary panel?

I just want Charlie's experience, that's all.

As soon as I hear anything, I'll let you know.

Sorry to interrupt, but Ash is asking for you.

Everything is fine, your husband's in very good hands.

Is he... Has he come round, can he talk yet?

Not yet but we're working on it.

Right, sorry, excuse me.

My name's Fletch, can I call you Mary?

Mrs Hobson.

OK then, "Mrs Hobson", let's get you sorted out.

You called?

He's not responding properly,

reduced GCS,

blood glucose normal, mild respiratory acidosis.

I'm not sure what's going on.

Large CVA?

Let's do a 12-lead.

Is his wife here?

She has got a scald on her arm from pulling the plug out.

She said whether anything like this has happened before?

Not a collapse, no.

What do you reckon to the extent of the erythema?

Pretty widespread but doesn't explain his current condition.

He was admitted last year, pneumonia...

very lucky to get through it - poor respiratory function since.

Why don't you have a word with the wife?

Let me know when the ECG's done. Yes.

Hey, pops - how's it going?

Right, eh, £200 will do nicely.

Well, yes, we could go into our little dance, where you tell me

I'm not getting another penny

and then I remind you of the waitress in Venice

and then you get all angry and start swearing

then you give me the money anyway

and I promise to leave you alone until next time.

Hello.

Well, that went well.

Right, where to begin.

But I'm her boyfriend...

Well, I'm her brother, someone needs to get the van.

You could do that, stay here and do a bit of surfing? Eh?

I'm joking!

Take your time, lads, there's no rush.

Blood is thicker than water. So they say.

I'm fine, I got this.

That's for pain relief love, not recreation.

Right, who is it to be? Me. Excuse me.

I will see you there.

His blood sugar is normal but we're just checking his heart...

Heart?

We're trying to find out what's causing his condition.

It may take some time, but we'll get to the bottom of it sooner or later.

I'm a bit deaf, not stupid.

If it's his heart, if it's serious, I don't want him to suffer.

I don't want him being kept alive for the sake of keeping him alive.

He signed this thing... A DNAR?

Yes, do not resuscitate. He had pneumonia. Well...

although he agreed to it, it was a year ago

and the situation is slightly different.

The trouble is he's not in a position to let us know...

It's what he wants.

Are you sure? Is this something you've discussed?

Yes. We have. Absolutely.

OK, well, that's useful to know. Thank you.

It doesn't mean we're not going to treat your husband

or make him as comfortable as possible in the meantime.

We should know more soon.

Is there anything you'd like to ask us?

No.

Anyone you'd like me to call for you, friends, family?

No.

OK. Tess? Excuse me. Listen, you got a second?

Don't kill me, but you're going to find out sooner or later.

What?

That I was the last person to look at your medical records.

What? Are you all right?

You have no right reading my records...

I saw you had a gynae appointment.

That is none of your business... It is if...

Are you pregnant?

No.

Tess... No!

Urgh.

Right! Oh, that isn't good.

Jamie, mate.

Just quickly, you wouldn't happen to know where I'd find

a dustpan and brush, would you?

Any improvement?

None, GCS still 9.

ECG?

Normal. No sign of arrhythmia.

CT are ready for him, by the way.

Let's hope that shines a light on it.

There's a DNAR from last year.

Right, are we scrapping it?

The wife says it still stands, but I don't want it getting to that stage.

What prevented him from turning the tap off?

The pain must have been excruciating.

You all right?

You're very quiet. What?

Any news? What news?

The panel?

Oh, right, that. No, not until later.

So, what are we doing with him? Scan.

BELL RINGS

Are you in there?

Open the door!

Urgh!

This is good stuff.

Maybe later.

So, how's it going with Davie boy?

Fine, until he let the handbrake off.

Is he a Borg boyfriend?

Is that a Star Trek reference?

Yeah, the Borg, Seven of Nine,

or however many boyfriends you'll go through before finding the one.

I don't know.

I think he is more than a Borg.

CT is clear.

No sign of any bleed?

I just don't get it.

Could it be a massive ischemic stroke?

I'd still expect to see something on the CT.

If he was on a bath chair,

surely all he had to do was press the button and he's clear?

Epilepsy, focal seizure...?

Absolutely nothing in his notes.

What's wrong with him, Charlie?

Don't creep up on me like that.

Yes? There's something missing.

What have you finished off now?

Nothing... Well, you might need hairspray and cheese.

That's not the point, the point is this, you didn't leave any money.

What? Let me put it another way.

I don't have any money at all.

I don't have a pot to...

OK... Listen, do not lose this.

This is just for shopping only!

Right, so shall I just guess the number or...?

Hey. You're well out of date.

Sorry? How am I out of date?

We don't have leeches in hospital any more.

You think I am a leech?

I just saw evidence of it, so, yeah. Hi, it's the AED,

we're looking to transfer somebody up.

Louise, the folder.

Right, this is Amy Godley, she is 24.

Cubicles 3. Robyn.

Camper van has run over her right leg. Iain?

Er, yeah.

Query lower leg fracture, GCS 15, pulse 85, BP 125 systolic,

sats 96%, she has had entonox and 5mg of morphine.

So what could incapacitate him?

And continue deteriorating.

No heart attack, no stroke.

No clue.

Mrs Hobson.

We just need to check a couple of things.

So, your husband had breakfast and then went for a bath?

Why are you asking that? How is he?

Is this his normal routine?

Sometimes, yes. What did he eat?

Dry toast - I asked you why.

The extent of your husband's erythema, the scalding,

doesn't account for the condition he's in.

We are clutching at straws.

There's no point, he's old, I'm old, people die every day.

Are you not even curious as to know what happened?

Was the bath chair working all right?

I never use it.

Tried it once,

felt like a fillet of fish going into a fat pan.

I wash myself at the sink.

Is it possible your husband could have taken something...

maybe by accident that could render him unable to help himself?

He does his own thing, I don't watch him the whole time - yes,

of course I suppose it's possible he could have taken something.

Any idea what that might be?

No.

And if he has, I don't see how that changes anything.

You know what his wishes are.

It is pointless just keeping him alive.

Pneumonia nearly did for him last year, he's not been the same since.

I need to make a decision based on

what I feel is in the best interests of the patient.

Well, you feel free to waste your own time.

But make sure that Andrew is comfortable while you are doing so.

Of course.

Shall I contact the family?

What family? I thought there wasn't any?

That was the impression I got, but according to his notes,

they've got a daughter. Call her.

I don't care where you've gone,

it's not going to make any difference,

I will be here when you get back.

I'll buy a tent and camp out in your garden.

Make no mistake, I will find you.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

Yes, speaking.

Are you on any medication? No.

So am I going to be wearing my dancing shoes tonight then?

We'll need to do X-rays of both lower legs.

We'll know more after that. OK.

You not allowed a sense of humour in hospital or something?

Not with her you are not, no. You OK?

What am I going to do?

I got two sets of stairs in my house!

Move in.

What?

Live with me for a bit. I can run you to work.

That's a bit extreme, isn't it? Live with you?

Is that so bad?

No. You sure? Yeah, why not?

As lovely as this moment is,

I need to get you into a gown. Jamie?

Can you come and take a look at this gentleman's hand, please?

Yes, sure. If you could follow me.

Don't go anywhere. SHE CHUCKLES

If you could sit here for me, please.

I'll give it a clean,

but you should be OK with a pad and bandage.

Good, I'm a baby when it comes to needles.

I'll get what I need.

Are you mental? Leave it.

You can't move in together. Why not?

Because you're doing it out of guilt.

Look, this isn't about me, this is not about you and me,

this is about Amy.

If she moves in she's going to think, "This is it."

Maybe it is.

Dave, she's my sister and I don't want her to get hurt.

Then keep away from us.

Why? In case you "accidentally" sleep with me again.

Don't be ridiculous - you can't take anything seriously, can you?

I'm taking this seriously.

Don't touch me!

Why? You weren't complaining last night.

I don't know about you, but I fancy a proper lunch today.

Sorry, mate, I can't.

Come on, The Hope and Anchor. You know you want to.

I do want to, but I can't, mate, sorry.

Don't let me stop you, though.

What, go on my own? Am I really that sad?

You want an answer to that?

Fine.

I got a call.

Mr Hobson, Andrew Hobson was brought in earlier today.

And you are? His daughter.

Dr Ashford, this is Sally Hobson...

Hello. How is he?

Your mother's here, have you spoken to her?

No. I'd rather speak to you.

OK.

She found him in the bath -

the hot tap was on and he has scalds to the lower part of his body.

How is he now?

Well...

He is going to get better though, isn't he?

Tell me he will get better.

I'm afraid I can't give you any assurances, especially as

we don't exactly know what's wrong with him, why he's not responding.

I'm sorry.

We're doing everything we can, he doesn't seem to be in any pain,

but should he deteriorate, your mother has told us

about his wish for a DNAR.

I bet she has.

I don't care how much pain he suffers,

you are not going to let him die.

You have what's called a non-displaced fracture of the fibula.

Your lower leg.

Obviously, I knew that!

It's not serious, you don't need surgery,

but we'll need to put it in plaster.

Robyn, can I leave that with you? Yeah.

She needs to take up surfing.

Unfortunately, there is going to be no surfing for you for a while.

Could have been worse.

How long will the plaster be on for? About six weeks.

That's OK, I will just have Dave carry me around everywhere.

You finished?

No, not even started, I have left them to their...heated debate.

What's going on? Lover's tiff, I think.

What?

Your brother and his boyfriend are having a little row.

But he is my boyfriend.

Oh.

No, I don't need to hear this... Yes, you do...

He's dying. Not yet he's not.

You leave him be!

I don't care what's happened to him, you are not going to stop me.

What is she doing here anyway?

Somebody called her, didn't they? Yes.

You had no right, you had no right to interfere.

Maybe it's best you come with me.

Mrs Hobson, can you wait in here?

You mustn't let her anywhere near him, I'm his next of kin, not her!

You understand, do you hear me?

Sorry...say that again?

I misread the situation.

You didn't half. I'm sorry about that.

What was her reaction?

She laughed it off.

Yeah.

Was she right to laugh it off?

Of course.

Are we done? Yes.

Just tell Amy I'm just getting something to eat, yeah?

This DNAR... Is there any way I can stop it?

Let's calm down first. I need to know.

Usually not if he's signed it.

He signed one last year when he had pneumonia, does that count now?

If the circumstances have changed

we'd have to take the family wishes as a guide. Good.

So you have a reason to think he'd want to go on living?

No, but I have a reason.

I have a damn good reason and he knows it and so does Mum.

Do you know where he was supposed to be this morning?

In court. I've waited 30 years for this.

I need a cigarette.

What do you want?

Last night, it was a mistake.

Is that what you told her?

I haven't told her anything,

but us rowing and you trying to hold my hand is going to stop.

Then we have nothing more to say.

I'm trying to sort things here. I can't put the clock back...

Do you want to?

For Amy's sake, can't we just forget what happened?

Just stay away from us for a few weeks... Don't do that.

Don't do what?

Pretend you're hurt, you have loads of boyfriends,

this doesn't mean anything to you.

You're right, I'm just being a drama queen.

But, why do I have to stay away from my own sister

because you can't help yourself. I am not gay. Really?

I did this test last night and all the results were positive.

It is not funny.

Look at that frustration, pent-up aggression and denial.

Wow, it must be really, really scary inside that closet of yours.

Stay away from us. No. Why should I?

Where are you going?

To tell Amy, this is stupid... No, you're not.

Put some effort in, people will think you're gay.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You all right, son? I'm OK.

Dave, I'm sorry... Get away.

Let's just take you over the hospital,

they can have a look at you, all right?

Has anyone seen Doctor Ashford?

He is in resus.

I've got test results, I'm not stalking you.

Reading my medical record would contradict that statement.

Fair point.

Tess...

Have you heard the phrase "what you don't know, can't hurt you"?

The latest blood gas - worsening metabolic acidosis.

He's more tachycardic and BP is dropping.

The monitor trace looks more broad complex.

We need to hook him up to a 12-lead again.

Has his wife said anything? No.

His daughter has, sort of.

She has scars all the way up her arm.

She's taking her dad to court and I have a horrible feeling I know why.

Abuse?

It could explain why she's so keen for him to stay alive.

How does that explain his injuries?

What if he knew he was going to be sent down?

Can we speak to the family again?

What you don't know can't hurt you, yet knowledge is power.

Oh, Ang, can you have a look at this gentleman for me?

Come through. There you go.

Hello.

I just wanted to check your arm.

How's my husband?

Stable but we're still trying to work out what happened.

You're all dressed up, you off somewhere nice?

Not particularly.

Really?

Is the arm all right?

Yes, it seems fine. Good.

Then go away and stop asking me personal questions.

And tell that daughter of mine to stop mixing things up and go home.

Let me know as soon as I can see him.

Right.

We think the account of what happened to your father

this morning is incomplete.

I'm sure it is.

Unless we can figure exactly what happened to him,

we might not be able to treat him successfully.

I understand, but I wasn't there, I don't know what happened.

Sally, I know this may be painful for you,

but do you think what happened this morning could have something to do

with the court case you mentioned?

How do you mean?

You said you'd waited 30 years for this.

Yes.

And how old were you then?

15.

Was that the start of the self-harm?

And...was there anything else?

Growing up, we'd all been so close,

then Mum got ill, weak, in bed most of the time.

I'm not sure what it was, glandular fever, I think.

My dad...

He, um...

He would visit my room.

It was only for a few months, but everything...

Soon I was in trouble at school, staying out late,

mixing with the wrong crowd.

By the time I told someone what had been going on...

..they didn't believe me...

..no-one did.

Not even your mum?

When I first told my mum,

she slapped me.

I got put into care, thinking everything was my fault.

When he got pneumonia and we all thought he was going to die,

suddenly I realised he was going to get away with it.

So when he recovered...?

I went to the police.

It's probably...

..destroyed any chance of a relationship with Mum...

..but it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter how old or ill or sick Dad is...

..after what he did to me, I can't let him get away with it.

I just can't.

Where does it hurt? My knee, my head, neck...

Neck? Neck, OK. We need a rigid collar.

Claire.

Thank you.

I am just going to put this around your neck, OK?

Can you find out what happened?

Once the doctor's finished, I will.

It's not broke, is it?

I won't know until X-ray but it's procedure.

Be back in a minute.

Dave... Don't bother apologising.

I wasn't going to.

I'll leave you alone, both of you, if that's what you want? It is.

I'm warning you, don't you hurt her.

Will you break my neck if I do?

Give her my love and tell her I've gone to London to see my queens.

OK.

I think I've always fancied my sister's boyfriends...

but I never fell for one.

I'm sorry, Mark.

Yeah...

You wait and see, she really doesn't like me.

Get out. Go away.

You know what, I think she is mellowing.

You, leave us all be...

That is enough now, Mrs Hobson.

Your husband is critically ill now..

Just keep him comfortable! It's not rocket science.

Your daughter has told us about the allegations,

about today's court hearing.

She had no right...

It must be a very stressful time.

Do you think it could have had any bearing

on what happened this morning?

Why don't we just sit down?

Was Andrew worried, upset, anxious?

No? He was...

..absolutely determined to fight this with every last breath in his body.

My husband...

We've been married for 45 years.

She was such a handful, was Sally, she told so many lies.

Sometimes it's impossible to know the truth.

I'm her mother!

Could Andrew have taken something?

Were there any pills around the house?

Was he a gardener? Pesticides or chemicals?

Mrs Hobson, all we need to know from you right now,

all that concerns us is what is in his system.

That's that then.

What, we not going to do anything?

Fletch? HR just called down for you. OK, thanks.

Good luck.

Thanks.

I'll be fine.

Hey, clumsy.

Hey - not my finest day today.

I won't disagree.

How's your neck?

It doesn't hurt so bad now.

That nurse thought you were gay. Yeah, he said.

I guess I'm just in touch with my softer side.

I guess you're just in touch with my brother.

Look, it was a...stupid...drunk... all that, nothing really.

Yeah, the fact that you can't string a sentence together

proves that it is more than nothing.

Maybe I'm bisexual?

You know what they say, Dave.

Bi now, gay later.

OK, no breaks, no visible damage, let's take this off.

Right, sit forward a little bit.

I am just going to take this off.

Now can you look left? Right?

Good, up. Down. Very Good.

You should be pleased. Why?

Because now you can move about freely.

Yeah...what she said.

I guess you were a Borg boyfriend after all. Amy... Just forget it.

That was lucky...

Yes, it was, wasn't it? I only go in there.

No, I meant lucky it wasn't a hell of a lot worse, you oaf,

you walked him in here with a neck injury.

How was I to know?

Lily, Big Mac's a porter, not a doctor.

Thank God for that.

Ah, it's all right, I'm used to it.

Unfortunately, the outlook is still not good.

Just my luck... I've wished him dead often enough.

We think, we're not sure, it might be something taken.

He tried to kill himself?

He is such a coward.

Do you know what medication he might have access to?

No.

Has Mum said anything?

She's not telling you, is she?

Where is she? Where's my mum?

No blood pressure, no pulse.

Sally...? What's he taken?

If he's taken something you need to tell them. Sally...

Stop protecting him!

You can't let him do this. I'm not...

If you had any idea the effect it's had on me all these years...

He needs to know what he's done. He needs to face it.

You know what, Mum...

..you're just as bad as he is.

No, you're worse.

I think you need to come.

He's in VF.

I'll shock him Oxygen away.

Charging.

Clear. Shocking.

No!

No-one will ever believe me now.

He said, if I'd only been more available to him.

What?

He blamed me...said I wasn't there to fulfil my wifely duties.

He said that?

Last night.

What did you give him, Mrs Hobson?

Mrs Hobson?

Crushed up tablets, in his tea this morning...

I wasn't going to let him sit there in court, lying through his teeth...

but I didn't mean for him to get burnt though...

Oh, Mum... What tablets were they?

No, wait, don't tell them.

What?

No-one can prove you gave him anything, right?

Not unless he wakes up. So leave it.

Just leave it.

We have to know...

All I wanted was for my mum to believe me.

And now she does.

I'm sorry, but that still doesn't make this right.

She's right.

He needs to face what he's done.

And so do I.

Can I have 50ml of 8.4% bicarbonate, please?

I should have believed you, my love.

I am so very sorry.

Mr Hobson's in ICU.

Are you going to tell me?

Mr Trenton accepted my apology.

And because I picked up on my mistake straightaway

and owned-up to it...

I got off with a final written warning.

Is there anything else...?

There is a capability issue.

You'll be doing your IV training again?

I really don't mind.

At least I've still got a job, that's the main thing.

Fletch...

You're not pregnant, are you?

Not any more anyway.

So when was it? Was it when I was on holiday or...

after when you were on leave and avoiding me?

Not a word, not even a courtesy call.

You said yourself you don't think you want to be a dad again...

I couldn't have coped...

But you didn't know that at the time, did you? Hey!

I hear you're still with us.

Yeah, we are going to hit the pub later.

All right, I will see you down there.

I wanted to tell you, but rightly or wrongly, I thought...

..if you didn't know, then it couldn't hurt you.

Well, it does.

I can't deny it.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, wait up!

Here. This took you all day?

I get distracted easily.

I take it you didn't get the dustpan then?

What would you need a dustpan for? No reason. It's all in there.

I do not remember this being on the list.

Yeah, I improvised. Yeah, with my money.

I know you are meant to be careful moving people

when they've fallen over,

but he never mentioned neck pain until he was in the hospital.

Mac, I'm sure you did the right thing.

You know the thing that hurts, really hurts?

The assumption that just because I am a porter I don't know nothing.

You want a pint?

You're all right, I'm heading home.

Tess coming down?

I've no idea. Do you want to have a drink? Yeah.

I still can't believe it has taken you all day to buy

a cheap bottle of vodka and horrible cheap toilet roll.

Who buys cheap toilet roll?

Right, don't pretend this is the first time you have used cheap...

You have got absolutely no chance with her, mate. No.

The bigger the challenge, the greater the triumph.

The bigger the ego, the greater the fall.

Settle down, kids, you are about to see something special.

Hi.

Can I buy you a drink? No.

In fairness, I anticipated that,

so here is what we are going to do, and bear in mind everyone is staring

at me, so I would really appreciate it if you would play along. Now...

if you can guess, and it is highly unlikely,

if you can guess my favourite colour then I have to buy you a drink.

Go.

Blue.

That is close enough. Barman!

Is anyone in here running a tab?

Need a hand?

I thought you were at the pub?

I was but I've got one or two bits and pieces to do.

I've nearly finished.

I can still help.

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