Keeping Schtum Casualty

-Well, this is starting to feel serious.

-Yeah.

Carol!

-Doctor Knight?

-Call me Cal.

-Zoe.

-What the hell are you doing here?

-Oh, you know each other?

-BOTH:

-He's my brother.

Hello, Emily. I'm Cal, I'm a doctor.

-Tell them I've got you hostage.

-You're only making things worse.

They already want to send me back! What's worse?

If we can get that radiologist report

it might just persuade the authorities not to send him back.

OK, go on.

-I can't believe I've lost her.

-Come here.

CLUB MUSIC

-Are you enjoying yourself?

-Yeah, yeah. It's just what I needed!

Oi, cheeky!

MUSIC: "Lifted" by Naughty Boy featuring Emeli Sande.

Aw, I love this one. Oh! Oh!

-I've seen it all before, you know.

-What?

-Straight woman getting a quick thrill.

-Oh, get you!

-What, so you're this touchy-feely with all your mates?!

-Only the lucky ones!

-Hey, Steady on.

-Sorry, hun!

-You'd think they own the place.

-Come on.

Look, there's Marc!

-Hey!

-All right?

-All right?

-This is my brother, John.

Hi, I'm Chloe.

Gina and Chloe work on reception at The Holtwood.

Oh, aye? What's this then, a night off?

Let's go and party then, eh?

Why not?

This is Maeve McGrath. She took a tumble outside her home,

she's got a pre-tibial laceration but no other injuries.

GS has been 15 throughout. Her BP 148 over 80, little bit tachy at 102.

-Anyone with her?

-Her neighbour.

She fell outside my flat.

How did she fall?

I was on my way out and found her lying on the path.

I don't think she knows what happened, do you, princess?

My legs just went.

-We're in here.

-In here, yeah?

-Hi.

Ramin, isn't it?

-Yeah.

-You look different.

Right, my love, I'm afraid you're going to be waiting a little bit,

you've joined us on a particularly busy night.

-I'm so sorry.

-What are you sorry for?

We'd be out of work if people didn't fall over every now and again.

-MAN:

-What on earth are you doing?

-GIRL: Duh! Frying eggs.

-No way. Not at this time.

-You're so uptight. Chill, yeah?

-Get to bed!

-I'm hungry!

-Well, then you should've eaten your supper!

-That slop!

I'm sick of this attitude, Erin!

What is your problem? I only want to eat.

-It's the middle of the night!

-No wonder Mum left!

The pan!

Look what you've done now! Just give me the pan. Get off!

Daniel!

HE CRIES

This summer - you, me, Ibiza.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can just see Jeff giving it large.

What, you two go on holiday together?

Well, if I don't get any better offers, yeah.

You just did.

-What are you doing?

-Enjoying myself for a change.

What about Rory?

Do yous want a drink?

No, ta. I'm too hot and I'm going outside for a fag.

I'll go with you.

I'd kill for a drink.

Come on, then.

What's she like, that Gina?

How do you mean?

Marc's a bit of a numpty when it comes to girls.

-She's not serious about him.

-Oh, aye?

She has a husband and son at home.

Ha-ha! She's a sly one.

They've been together since school.

Tell you what, you get the drinks, while I go for a slash.

That barman was so giving you the eye.

Oh, I wouldn't want a toy boy.

Give over, you'd still give him a run for his money.

-I wouldn't want to.

-Why? Not your speed or style?

He's not my speed or style at all.

Erm, I'm going to go and get some air.

-OK.

-Yeah.

I can't hack the pace. I'm so out of shape.

-You're beautiful.

-Behave.

-No, I mean it.

-Really?

Why do you think I'm always hanging round the hotel,

taking ages with the displays?

Just thought you were a bit slow.

Come here...

Where are we going?

What we doing?

Where are we going?

You do want to?

Oh, ho! Down an alleyway. Classy!

-We were just going to come back in.

-Aw, and here's me thinking I can join the party out here.

Where's Chloe?

Boring the barman to death.

Well, I'd better go and find her.

Whoa, come on. Don't I get a kiss? Didn't Marc tell you?

We've always been close...

-John...

-We share everything.

What's wrong with Chloe? She's single.

Unlike you. Didn't she tell you, Marc?

Husband and a kid at home.

I thought you knew. It's fine, I'm...

-John...?

-Disappear. Unless you want to stay and watch.

OK, I'm just going to take some blood from you

-so I can check your sugar levels..

-Ow.

-Sorry.

And then when we've got you a cubicle,

we'll make you a bit more comfortable, OK.

I barely recognised you. Especially with the accessories.

-Oh...

-You two know each other?

Kind of. He saved my life.

Oh, it was a tension pneumothorax. It was nothing.

It gave me a second chance.

Good. I'm glad.

Do you think he could manage a cup of tea?

I think I probably could.

I'll get it. You're way too important for that.

Ri, Ri, just hang on a minute, me feet are killing me.

GIRL CRIES

What's going on?

Are you all right, love?

-Oi! What have you done?

-Nothing.

-It doesn't look like nothing.

-Oh, shut up big mouth. Sticking your nose in.

Or do you fancy a bit as well, do you?

Get off me!

Charlie, we've got trollies queuing in the corridors.

We are doing our level best.

But we always welcome helpful suggestions, of course.

At least we're still blessed with your presence, I see.

Last shift, you'll be gutted to know.

Is it just me or has it gone a bit chilly in here?

Yep, Arctic.

Before you take off, I have a box of things Mum wanted you to have.

-A box?

-Grandma's crystalware, some photographs.

Shouldn't take up too much room in the old two-seater.

Hiya, it's my son. There was a frying pan fire,

-he's got burns.

-OK, what's his name?

-It's Daniel Powell. He's 10.

-He was 11 last month.

Sorry, he's 11. Daniel?

All right, there's a wheelchair right behind you.

All right, Daniel, all right, relax.

-Do you want to follow me?

-Yeah.

Cubicle four.

Zoe?

Problem?

I was wondering about my contract.

What about it?

Clearly you need the extra help, so I maybe I could stay a bit longer.

-I'll let you know.

-Sorry?

Look, I just don't think you're a team player.

And I really need team players.

So that's a no?

That's a "prove me wrong".

Charlie, now, Charlie, come on.

I've got an elderly lady with a pre-tibial lac.

She's in the corridor.

This little chap has got partial thickness burns.

We'll be as quick as we possibly can.

-There's an off-duty nurse and paramedic with the bloke.

-Oh, lucky him.

Don't know about that. He's saying that they caused a fight.

-Dix?

-All right, lads.

What's going on?

He hit his head on the kerb, he's been unconscious for about 10 seconds.

-She smacked me.

-Shut up, she barely touched you!

What? She shoved me over.

-I've told you to keep still.

-OK, Dixie, we've got this.

You're all right, I'll help with the board.

No, you reek of booze.

Mac? Can you jump in and hold his head for me, please?

-You OK, Dix?

-Yeah, I've been better.

Are you going to nick him or what? We told you we saw him attack a girl.

-In your sick head!

-Try to keep still, mate.

-So where's this girl now?

-Nowhere!

-What's your name, son?

-What's it to you?

John... John Cunningham. Will he be OK?

-Yeah, we'll do the very best we can.

-We're going to get you on a board and get you to hospital.

-Oi, you must have seen the girl. You did, didn't you?

-Rita...

Not now, love.

When the guys are done, we'll get everyone's statements.

This is madness. You should be out there looking for her!

I'm doing that old cow for assault. No question.

It was an accident.

OK, you've got a head injury here,

I need you to stay as still as you possibly can, all right?

-I'm going to get the collar and board, Mac, you OK here?

-Yeah.

Marc, you saw her smack me. Tell the copper what you saw.

-He'll be all right, won't he?

-Yeah, you can come with us, if you like.

OK, right, we've got this, all right? We've got this.

Right, Daniel. This should help with the pain.

Now I want you to give me a big sniff. Sniff this right up.

Well done, what a good sniffer!

-Is he up to date with his jabs?

-I'm not sure.

He stood on a rusty nail last summer.

Mum took him to the doctor's. He got a jab then.

Razor-sharp recall, excellent. How did the fire happen?

It was my fault. I was frying an egg,

Daniel got in the way.

Right. The pan must have been very hot.

Yeah, I was stupid. I was distracted on the phone.

-How are you doing, Daniel, is that any better?

-A bit.

-Sorry, what was that?

-He said a bit.

Is it difficult to talk?

He doesn't like to talk.

-Mouthy sister.

-Monster dad.

-What did I tell you?

-You started it!

All right. Guys, guys...

Why don't you pop outside and get a cup of tea or a cold drink?

I can't leave him.

He's had a terrible shock. He needs some peace and quiet.

Sorry...teenage daughter. Hormones and that.

-Argh!

-Nearly there, mate. All right, sunshine. You're next.

No, wait, you can't let him go as well.

He saw what that bloke did to the woman.

Look, I'll check the club's CCTV but at the moment, there is no woman.

We both saw her running away. She looked really scared.

Sorry, but the only complaint that's been made is against you.

You are listening to scum.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of assault.

You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

-Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

-This is daft, this is really, really daft...

Jeff! She barely touched him! She was protecting me.

You can make your statement at the station.

Tell them exactly what you know.

OK, I'll come and pick you up when my shift's done.

All right, now let's go.

LADS: Wha-hey!

LAUGHTER

Gina? What's happened? Where did you go?

I've had an accident.

When did you last eat?

I get very forgetful.

I haven't seen her in weeks.

I don't go out - not now.

What made you go out tonight, in your nightie?

She usually has carers putting her to bed.

Did they come this evening?

Questions, questions. My old legs gave way - that's all.

Please, could you just take me home?

I know, I know how overwhelming it feels but believe me,

they only want what's best, OK? Trust them.

How's that pain doing, Daniel? Are we getting there?

Super-duper.

How did the accident happen, again?

(Stood too close.)

Do you have a sore throat?

Do you mind if I take a look?

OK. All right. Nice and wide. That's it.

I want you to say your name.

(Daniel.)

-And again.

-HE STRAINS

Don't strain. That's fine.

What's the matter?

Has Daniel had a bad cold or a throat infection lately?

-No.

-Any problems with ears?

Don't think so.

Well, he's struggling to speak

but there doesn't appear to be a physical cause.

Yeah, that started a few months ago. I've no idea why.

OK.

Is there anything he might be worrying about?

-HE SCOFFS

-Well, he's a kid. What worries have they got?

SIREN WAILS

GROANING

John, just try and stay calm for me, mate. Almost there.

Marc... Marc...

I'm here, man.

You...

-You stick by me, yeah?

-I'm not going to jump off, am I?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, right?

-I-I'm sorry...

-Is he OK?

Yeah, just getting a little stressed, I think.

John, we're nearly there, mate. Just try and stay calm.

Can you calm him down for me?

JOHN GROANS

John. John, you've got to relax, man.

Sh, sh! Keep it schtum, yeah?

And your shoes.

-What?

-The heels. Might be a danger.

This is ridiculous!

I barely touched the lad.

We'll take your friend's statement, then you'll be interviewed.

-I've wondered how you were.

-Really?

But you see so many patients.

It's not like I get holed up with gay asylum seekers every day of the week!

-I have refugee status now.

-Great!

I wanted to come back and thank you but I didn't know if I should.

You help people all the time.

Well, it's... It's good to see you now.

So, how's it going with Terry?

Er...it didn't work out.

That's sort of why I've, er...

I've jumped at a new start.

I move to Australia next week.

-Oh. To do what?

-An engineering contract on a new development.

It feels like I'm finally living the life that I was meant to live.

Well, I'm really happy for you.

Anyway, I should get back to work, so...

I don't know if you... Maybe you are not allowed -

nurse/patient rules or whatever...

-What?

-Do you fancy a drink?

-I'll be hours yet.

-I can wait.

Won't you be knackered?

It's my last weekend in England.

Who needs sleep?

John Cunningham, 23 years old.

John fell over outside a nightclub, KO'd for about ten seconds.

GCS was 15 when we got there. BP's 148/80.

Pulse 116. Sats are at 96%.

OK, John, I'm going to lift you over in a minute, mate.

All right, then. On the ready, please. Everyone's got some.

Are we ready? On "lift". One, two, lift.

Someone's been eating their porridge.

More of a coffee and cigarette kind of girl, me.

-You're better off with porridge - trust me.

-Hello, John.

I'm Dr Hanna. This is Fletch.

My head. Do something. Please, you've got to do something!

OK, can you tell us exactly where it hurts?

It's just...my eye. Just by my eye.

-Are you on any medication, John?

-No.

What's wrong with it?

I need you to keep your head as still as possible for us, all right?

Just going to look in your eyes.

Bruising to the right parieto-temporal area.

-Bilateral periorbital ecchymosis.

-It hurts!

-Could be a basal skull fracture.

-Analgesia?

Yeah, let's give him one gram of paracetamol IV.

Can you book him in for a head and CTs, please?

Wh-What is it? What's wrong with me?

Just try and stay calm, John, yeah? Leave the worrying to us. That's what we're here for.

Two minutes, yeah?

Gina! What are you doing here?

I hurt my wrist.

Let me see.

-How'd you do that?

-I fell.

-Right, have you called Rory?

-No.

Why not?

OK. Look, Gina, has something happened...with Marc?

OK, it has, hasn't it?

Just forget it.

Gina, I know you and Rory are having problems at the moment, so...

What do you know about it?

You can't keep a bloke for five minutes!

At least I don't cheat on them!

SHE WINCES

OK, we're going to A&E. Come on.

-No! I just want to go home.

-We're going, so...

Have you got any family I can call?

My son lives in Hong Kong and he's got his own family now.

I really don't want to be a bother.

Up to you.

What did you say your name was?

Dr Knight, but, er...

you can call me Cal.

SHE GROANS

-What's the matter?

-I've had a little trouble with my back.

OK, do you want to lean forward?

-Did you injure it when you fell, or...?

-No.

Have you got a pressure sore?

-Yes.

-And has your district nurse checked it?

The carers were meant to be keeping an eye, but no-one's been for days.

Robyn, the elderly woman with the pre-tibial lac -

she's also got an infected pressure sore.

We've got loads of high-priority patients. I'll get you a cubicle as soon as I can.

Charlie, this Daniel Powell - surely his burns are sorted by now?

-Ethan's still reviewing him. There's a bit more to it than just the burns.

-Like what?

Well, Ethan's trying to find out.

Ah, Mr Powell. There's a form we need you to fill in.

Maybe Erin can give us a hand as well.

-This way. Excellent.

-You OK?

Won't be long.

Just through here.

Do you know what this is called? It's a tendon hammer.

-A word?

-In a moment.

-Now.

Back in a minute, Daniel.

-How long will you be?

-Don't interrupt when I'm working.

I have an elderly woman with an infected pressure sore.

-She's been waiting well over two hours.

-I didn't realise as well as hanging off bridges,

-you also allocated cubicles.

-How long does it take you to patch up blisters, usually?

The boy also has a speech disorder. So I'm waiting for an ENT review

and, meanwhile, ruling out anything neurological.

Send him home and get his parents to arrange a referral through his GP.

No. He's clearly distressed. His father is on edge.

Right. So you're using up a bed to indulge some neurotic dad.

The man is concerned about his son. That's what most families do. You know - care.

-So, how's Dixie? She all right?

-She'll be interviewed shortly.

-Then what?

-As soon as he recovers, we'll take our victim's statement.

Victim? So you haven't found the girl yet?

There's no sign of any girl.

So she hasn't reported the assault herself?

-Not that I'm aware.

-I'm telling you, she was in terrible state.

We'll be in touch if we need any more from you.

I just want to go home, Chloe. If it's still bad tomorrow, I'll come back.

Gina, look at the colour of it. What if it's broken? Come on.

I'm Marc. I'm his brother - is it OK if I come in?

Yeah, we just brought him back from his CT.

The report shows there's no internal bleeding, John, so everything's looking OK.

-Great. That's great, isn't it, John?

-Yeah.

We'll continue with pain relief and keep him under obs for a little while longer.

Is it OK if we have a chat?

Shall we give them a minute? Yeah, go ahead.

All right, man.

Gina's here.

What?

Why?

I dunno.

You just keep clear. Girls like her, right?

Marc, look at me. She's nothing, right?

I think we need to forget about tonight - this included.

-That paramedic took good care of you before the ambulance arrived.

-HE GROANS

John, is everything OK? Excuse me.

-My head!

-What's the matter?

-Where's the pain, exactly?

-My eye. Behind my eye.

-He's tachy about 130.

It's gone blurred. It's gone bl... I can't see!

-You said he was OK!

-I can't see!

I've been in touch with our duty social worker about your care agency.

I don't want to cause trouble. Those girls have been good to me.

Your carers haven't been showing up because your agency's gone bust.

But they look after far worse than me.

Well, those in real need have been taken care of

but it seems like a few, like yourself, have slipped through the net.

Would your son want to know what's happened?

I did my best by Stephen...

..but I wasn't what you'd call a loving mother.

I'm sure that's not true. Come on.

I pooh-poohed all that mollycoddling.

I raised him to stand on his own two feet.

That's what he's doing,

and what I must do now.

Oh, still here!

Charlie, this kid Ethan's dealing with...

Still waiting for ENT.

Speech disorders, though. More likely a psych issue, aren't they?

-Can be.

-Has Ethan ruled that out?

No, he just wants to make sure it's not a physical problem first.

-Let's go and have a quick chat if you're concerned.

-Well...

Just to see if you're right.

-No, no. We should consult with Ethan.

-Two minutes.

GAME BLEEPS

All right, mate?

I'm at level four. What about you?

(Seven.)

Wow!

That's impressive.

What about your mates?

Have you got many mates, Daniel?

(Not since we moved.)

And why did you move?

(My mum left us.)

Sorry to hear that.

How are things at home now?

HE SIGHS

You OK? Daniel?

Interview commences at 0150 hours on Saturday 25th of January 2014.

Present are PC Brinkley, PC Mills, duty solicitor David Evans and...

Kathleen Dixon.

You still sweating over that kid?

Well, there don't appear to be any neurological issues.

Because it's all up here.

How do you mean?

-Charlie just had a chat with him.

-Why?

It's anxiety.

His mum's recently left and, er, he's not happy at home.

-I'm well aware there's something amiss at home.

-So what's taking you so long to sort it?

I'm trying to tread carefully.

-While all our patients queue around the block.

-You are a locum.

You flounce off at the end of the shift. Why do you care?

I've told you - I've got an elderly lady...

Oh, yes. Forgive me, I forgot.

You'll fight tooth and nail for some stranger

but couldn't be bothered to visit your own mother when she was alive.

Excuse me.

Relative afferent pupillary defect.

Diffuse subconjunctival haemorrhage.

Limited extraocular eye motility

and clear papilledema. Think we're looking like a retrobulbar haemorrhage.

What's that? What do you mean?

I can't see anything. It's completely black in this eye.

-Try not to panic.

-I'm going to call upstairs.

-I've gone blind!

I've gone blind! What's happening to me?

-A shrink?

-A psychiatric referral, yes.

We'll admit Daniel for observation tonight

-and he'll be assessed in the morning.

-No, no. No way.

He'll be branded a nutter.

We think Daniel's suffering from a condition called dysphonia.

Hysterical dysphonia.

What's that?

It means Daniel's subconscious may be preventing him from speaking properly.

Clearly he's upset about your break-up with his mum, moving house, school...

We don't know exactly what triggered it.

I've only just got the custody sorted.

We're still trying to adjust.

Sorry but, clearly, he's far from adjusted.

-Cal!

-No, we're not saying...

-Erin, help Daniel get changed. We're going home.

Are you refusing to let your son see a psychiatrist?

-Too right. Erin!

-If that's your attitude, this is a child-protection issue.

-Child protection?

We have a duty to report our concerns to Social Services.

-Go!

-But if Daniel needs help...

He doesn't.

Sean, I know this has come as a bit of a shock

but surely you want your son to be treated.

Erin, go!

An acute diagnosis.

Think you slightly ruined it with your bedside manner.

Robyn. You won't believe who's just been in.

-The world and her uncle.

-No...Ramin!

-The asylum seeker?

-Yeah, and he looks great!

-Oh, yeah?

-It's not just that. It's just...

he's so...lovely.

And did you get his number?

He asked me out.

-Amazing!

-Well, I think he did but he's just disappeared, so...

He knows where you are. He'll come back, right?

Maybe he's changed his mind. He's moving abroad next week.

Well, if he's keen then he'll come back.

If not, then, there's no future in it and nothing's lost, right?

Even if we just get the weekend, I don't care.

-Anyway, if you see him, keep him here, right? Promise me.

-OK.

-Anything happens, call me.

Obviously. Surely you have more than one on call!

Well, no, that doesn't leave me any choice at all. Thank you.

Dr Knight, your rotation at the eye hospital -

did you ever carry out a lateral canthotomy?

-Once, yeah, under supervision in theatre.

-Successful?

-Of course.

-Right, well, I've got a patient with a retrobulbar haemorrhage.

-We need to relieve the pressure.

-No ophthalmologist?

-No, he's tied up miles away.

-You've got no choice but me, then.

Yes, but I have assisted before and I will be keeping a very close eye on you. No pun intended.

Oh! Look at the state of you two.

Do you know how the kid's doing?

Well, last time I checked he was still in surgery.

What? His head?

No, his eyes.

How serious?

Oh, Jeff, come on, mate.

Well, there is a chance he might lose his sight.

Great(!) What a mess.

-He's not still blaming Dixie, though, is he?

-Dunno.

The man's an animal - she was trying to protect me.

-Why? What were you doing?

-Having a go. He attacked a girl.

-You saw the attack?

-Not exactly.

-Why are you getting involved, then?

Jeff, please, we've had enough interrogation for one night, OK?

Sorry.

-Get you home, shall we?

-Yeah.

-Do you, er... Do you want a lift?

-No, I'm fine. You don't go my way.

Right. Well, I'll see you on your next shift.

-Dixie...

-Yeah?

-Thank you.

-What for?

We did have a good night to start with, didn't we?

Yeah.

-OK?

-Let's go, please, Jeff.

You all right?

Now, I've seen that look before.

Usually across a poker table.

Well, it's all a gamble, isn't it?

This isn't your bank balance on the line here, mate.

If I don't give it a go, the guy goes blind anyway.

I'm the only bet he's got.

Can't stand this much longer.

Well, you've still got to get it X-rayed, so...

Look, why don't you just call Rory?

-Because it's late and he'll be in bed.

-Exactly! Won't he be wondering where you are?

SHE PANTS ANXIOUSLY What's up?

-Where's the toilets?

-Back there. Why? What's wrong?

What are you doing here?

John's been hurt. He's got to have surgery.

How come?

He fell - drank too much.

Well, Gina's in a right state. What's happened between you?

-Nothing.

-She's throwing up in the toilets.

She was off her head. She was all over me AND John.

What are you talking about? She is not interested in John.

-Is she?

-I don't know, do I?

Right now, I've got more important things to worry about.

Afferent pupillary defect.

Both proptosis and chemosis present.

It feels like the intraocular pressure's way up.

-Let's go for it.

-OK, John.

Your eye is going to feel a bit uncomfortable

during the procedure but you shouldn't be in any pain, OK?

It's really important that you stay completely still, for us, John, OK?

Injecting into the lateral canthus.

Forceps.

-You're doing really well.

-Cheers, boss.

Iris scissors.

OK, dissecting the superior canthal ligament.

LOUD BANG CAL CLEARS THROAT

All right?

Just take your time.

Done.

Is that it? Is it sorted?

Do you want to check the pressure?

-Proptosis still present.

-You sure?

HE SIGHS

Let's go again.

OK, John, er, still got a little bit of work to do, so...

-try and stay as relaxed as possible, OK?

-I still can't see!

Just try and stay calm.

-What is the matter with you?!

-Hurry up!

-They said Daniel's got a serious problem!

If your mum finds out he's seeing a shrink, she'll start up the custody thing all over again.

-He needs help!

-You'll be under the microscope as much as he will.

All I'm doing - all I've ever done -

is try to protect you both.

Oh!

Dad! What ARE you doing?

Sorting it myself, like I always do.

HE GRUNTS This is mental!

-Shut up!

-I won't shut up!

We wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for you!

Lift the lower lid.

Let's have a go with the lower canthal.

Few seconds.

OK.

OK, do you want to take a look?

Proptosis receding. Well done.

OK, John? All good.

-I can't feel a thing.

-Well, that's good for now.

Nice one!

That's it, nice and easy. All right, Sean.

Apply some pressure to that, please.

Just behind you.

That's it. Down you go. That's it. Well done.

Were you unconscious at all?

No.

What exactly happened?

Er, I tripped. Must have caught my foot on one of the tools.

-Dad...

-No, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going.

All right, kids?

Right, we're just through here.

Louise, could you show these young folks where the relatives' room is, please?

Sure. Come through. We've got lots of comics.

OK, Sean. We'll get you some pain relief.

I want to stay with my dad.

I'm sorry, that's not possible at the moment.

We'll let you know how he's doing. Can you just follow Louise, please?

Gina Timpson?

-Gina?

-Yeah, no, she must've just nipped out.

-Can you tell her to hurry up? She'll lose her spot in X-ray.

-I'll look for her.

How's that?

OK, cover your good eye.

How many fingers?

-Three.

-Good.

-It's still not totally clear, though.

You've got to give it a chance. But if there's any improvement, we're on the right track.

-Does that mean we can go home?

-John needs to see an ophthalmologist.

-He'll be admitted overnight for observation.

-I'll get a new dressing.

-Look, er, thanks for everything.

-No problem.

-Well, I'd better go and call Mum.

-She know I'm here?

Didn't want to worry her. Not till you were sorted.

-What do I tell her?

-I don't know. Tell her some mad bird attacked me.

-You still want to get her done for it?

-She nearly blinded me, Marc!

-But you're OK.

-She's lucky I'm not doing her for the stress alone!

When you were in the ambulance, you were saying stuff about me, about Gina...

When I was in the ambulance I was talking nonsense. I was out of it.

What you did - it wasn't right.

Shut up now, right? Shut up.

There you are! Look, the nurse is waiting to take you to X-ray.

What's Rory doing here?

I had to ring him. He's your husband - he has a right to know what's happened.

I didn't want him to know anything about tonight.

I let you out for one night and look at the state of you!

What's up? You're not crying, are you?

It's just the drink.

-And she's, er... She's hurt her wrist.

-How?

I just fell.

What did I say about those heels, eh?

How's Frankie?

It's all right, he's next door. All sorted now, yeah?

Well, the nurse still does need to see her, so...

I'm fine. I just want to go home.

Thanks for being here, helping her out.

DOOR OPENS

Is Dad OK?

He's had to have a few stitches but he's comfortable now.

All right, Erin.

Do you want to tell me what really happened?

Because we can see from his injury that he didn't trip over.

(She lost it.)

How come?

-Dunno.

-(She's always hitting him.)

You've seen that?

(Just like Mum did.)

Er, what are you doing here?

-Oh, well, you're going to think this is completely mad.

-Probably.

So, I was at a nightclub earlier and this bloke had an accident -

he fell over and hit his head or something.

Right, so what do you want to know?

If he's OK.

-FLETCH CHUCKLES

-How much have you had to drink?

Listen, he was a really sweet guy. I just want to know how he is.

-Really?

-Yes!

-And that's all it is?

I want to know he's all right.

Listen, why don't you worry about the patients on Holby's time, not your own?

Night-night. Get something to eat, but not a kebab.

Zoe Goody?

When did you first hit your dad?

Few months ago.

Can you think of anything in particular that might have triggered it?

I just get these feelings of anger.

All the time?

Comes and goes.

Mostly I'm fine.

But then sometimes Dad does the smallest thing and I just go mental.

Earlier, your dad mentioned hormones.

Now, I know that it's a very difficult thing to talk about.

Do you think there might be some connection?

I dunno. Maybe.

You see, there is a condition called PMDD,

which is a form of extreme pre-menstrual tension.

And it can cause violent swings of mood.

Is there a cure?

It's treatable, yes.

And the treatment can be very successful.

HE WHISTLES

Now, that's a big improvement!

Sorry it's taken ages for me to get to you.

So, are you feeling better?

Ramin kindly brought me some things from home.

Well, once your new care plan's sorted,

-we'll get you right back there, OK?

-Thank you.

-So, I've been thinking about your son.

-Oh!

Ring him.

-I can't.

-You don't need to ask for his help. Just tell him...

Tell him you want to hear his voice.

-His number's in here, under S.

-That's my girl.

-Rita? What are you doing in?

-Oh, er, would you believe it?

I think I've lost my phone and I thought I might have left it here.

Well, it hasn't been handed in.

-You remember me?

-What do you want?

Dixie is the most caring person I know.

She had absolutely no intention of hurting you.

She did a pretty good job.

Are you going to drop this assault charge or what?

-No chance.

-The girl we saw in the alley - she wasn't enjoying herself very much, was she?

-How we getting on?

-Get her away from me.

-What you doing here?

-Rita, I thought I told you to go home!

-You're going to get what you deserve!

Come in.

Erin has explained what really happened.

It's not going to happen ever, ever again, I swear.

You've been sorry before.

Seriously, Dad.

Charlie thinks the anger and stuff - maybe it's hormonal.

She will have to have a proper assessment.

And it can be hereditary. Mum could have the same thing.

I thought it was me.

Sh-She never goes for anyone else - neither of them did.

I was so sure it was my fault...

No, Dad. Not at all.

(You've been brilliant.)

-Well, we can't go on - not like this. It's not fair.

-I'm sorry.

Come here.

You know how much I love you, don't you?

Still can't believe you don't want a fry-up.

-I'm not really in the mood, Robyn.

-Yeah, but I...

-Wow!

-Hey.

What you stood here for? Go!

Chauffeur, eh? Home, James!

Where'd you get this?

I hired it for the weekend.

Come on. Get in.

It's the middle of winter.

So? Live a little!

Zoe? So what's the verdict, then?

The verdict is, I'm exhausted.

Look, I'm just about to take off, so, er, what's the plan on my contract?

Well, a little bird tells me that you butted in on another doctor's patient.

A little bird or my little brother?

Nothing gets past me.

Well, then, you'll know Ethan is way too slow.

Er, I think I'll be the judge of that, thank you very much.

Look, seriously, Zoe. You've seen me in action.

So you're not going to find a sharper ED medic.

With modesty a particular strength.

You know the game. Where does modesty get you?

OK. Let's try another week - see how it goes.

Cheers.

See what steam-rolling does? A ruckus in the car park.

Well, you can't call it every time.

-Daniel has been witnessing violence at home.

-So you've called Social Services?

It's most likely the cause of his dysphonia,

rather than anything physical.

Caleb...

Good luck...

wherever you're off to next.

I'm staying put.

Zoe just can't do without me.