Blood is Thicker than Water Casualty

-Disappear! Unless you want to stay and watch.

-Get off me.

Leave her alone!

Ramin, isn't it?

-I move to Australia next week.

-Well, I'm really happy for you.

-She nearly blinded me, Marc.

-What you did, wasn't right.

Shut up, now, right! Shut up.

-Do you fancy a drink?

-I'll be hours yet.

It's my last weekend in England...

who needs sleep?

That girl we saw in the alley, wasn't enjoying herself

-very much, was she?

-How are we getting on?

-Get away from me.

You're going to get what you deserve.

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.

-There you go. I hope she enjoys them.

-Lovely, thank you.

-Cheers, bye.

-Thank you.

Right. That's the deliveries done.

Thanks, Mum. Have you printed that list yet?

There you go.

OK. Right...

The Holtwood Hotel?

I'm not going there.

-Why not?

-Why do you think?

Come on, she's just a girl.

You get off your backside and deliver them yourself, then.

What are you two rowing about now?

Nothing, just Marc being Marc.

How are you feeling, darling?

All right, yeah, I've still got a bit of a headache.

Can't you see your brother's sick?

Yeah, he's sick all right.

MUSIC: "In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins

# Oh Lord, oh Lord

# And I've been waiting for this moment

# All my life

KNOCK ON WINDOW

# Oh Lord, oh Lord... #

Look, come on. Dragon's looking for you.

Does she know I'm late?

Not yet. I covered for you.

Cheers, Chloe.

# ..I've been waiting for this moment... #

KEY TURNS, MUSIC STOPS

Heavy night?

No, I've just got a pile of paperwork on my desk.

It's my admin day.

I'd love a day where I could get on top of my paperwork without any interruptions.

You can't compare a bit of filing with the amount of admin

I've GOT to do, Louise.

Well, that's just a little bit insulting. We do a lot more than filing, Zoe.

She's right, Zoe. We're the first face the punters see.

And we have to deal with all kinds of situations.

-Noel, I do know how much you contribute to the team.

-Well...

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm in touch with you lot. Right?

-Overtime sheets?

-Noel?

Couple of things. One - what is Louise's surname?

And two, how long is it

since you spent any time actually seeing what we actually do?

-Er...

-Never?

-Never is correct.

What's that programme where the boss goes back to the shop floor to see how things really run?

-I can't work behind reception, it would confuse the patients.

-Obviously, that would be ridiculous.

-Correct. That would be ridiculous.

-But you could be a porter.

HE CLUCKS LIKE A CHICKEN

OK. Do you know what? I can do that, yeah.

And it will help me with an application I'm going to be

putting through for more support staff.

If you're going to play the part, you need to look the part.

THEY SNIGGER

Oh!

How long are you going to keep this up?

I haven't said anything.

Exactly. If anyone should be peeved, it's me.

I'm the one who's been suspended from duty.

It's Rita's mess, isn't it? It's not yours.

Don't be too hard on her.

I just don't understand. You could lose your job and you're still defending her.

-Yeah, well, I think she's had a rough time.

-Sorry to hear about your troubles, Dixie.

Blimey, news travels fast.

Do you need me to ride with you today?

Yeah. Actually, no, shouldn't you be swotting up for your assessments?

Don't worry about it, I'm all over it.

You better be, son, I only mentor the very best.

-RADIO:

-'Holby Control to 3006, over.'

3006, over.

'Patient with severe laceration at Corona's Brasserie,

'66 Billiard Street. Patient is conscious.'

OK, show us attending, over.

You going to be all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine, sit on the sofa, watch a bit of daytime telly.

Whoo-hoo!

ENGINE STARTS

MUSIC PLAYS IN CAR

All right, I should probably go in. Will I you see you later?

Of course.

I had a really good time.

Me too. I'll text you, OK?

-OK. See you.

-See you.

Nice weekend?

Oh, yeah, it was, thanks.

Just did loads of dancing, drinking, laughing and...

OK, too much information.

What a shame you meet the man of your dreams and off he swans to Australia.

I'd be heartbroken.

This isn't one of your romantic films, Robyn.

Anyway, we've agreed it's just a bit of fun before he goes away.

OK, then.

Well, you can make me a cuppa for dumping me all weekend.

I didn't dump you.

You did - but I forgive you.

Thanks.

Thank you, dear, that was a lovely breakfast.

Could you put the "do not disturb" sign up, please, I'm going

to have a little nap for a couple of hours.

Yes, of course.

Ooh.

Could you send a taxi to the rear entrance

of the Rosemont Clinic, please?

Madeline Aires.

I'm going to Holby.

Have you seen Jacob Morgan's notes?

Typical. If it doesn't leap out and bash me over the head! Thank you.

OK, mate, nearly there. Shop!

-Yes.

-Ah, this is Joseph Collis, he's 24 years old.

He's cut off part of his finger, it's packed in ice by a first aider.

It's been about half an hour so I've given him five of morphine so far.

OK, do you want to follow me?

I'll get you some more pain relief and get that x-rayed.

Jeff? Where's Dixie? She not working today?

-No, she's been suspended.

-That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

What do you expect, she's on an assault charge.

Which is down to you.

-Come on, leave it alone. You look sexy.

-Really?

Yeah, it gives you a certain elan, a joie de vivre.

-Do you speak French?

-No.

So you just like to drop French words into sentences to impress people?

-Yeah.

-Does that work?

Well, not right now.

Max? Do you really think I'm dismissive of you lot?

-Yeah.

-Does it bother you?

-No.

-Well, there you go.

It gives you a je ne sais quoi.

Still not working, that.

OK. So, we porters are the eyes and ears of the hospital.

You mean you're gossips.

Partly, yes, but what I also mean,

we treat patients like people, not cases.

So, the rules are no doc speak, no bossiness - just smiles

and people skills all the way.

-Zoe?

-What?

-Good start.

You're to keep this on at all times. And answer it immediately.

-Who's going to be on the other end?

-Me.

-Oh, joy.

-How are your feet?

-What? Why are you asking?

Er...Well, you know, you love your heels and...

I'm fine.

MAN GROANS

All right, mate.

OK, how much have you had to drink?

Hey. Remember the rules.

Come on, mate, let's have you up. One, two, three...

-Look at that, he has our nose.

-God help him.

Brucie said that was one of my best features.

Along with my long, sexy legs. Ouch.

Are you all right, Mum?

Old bones, love, that's all.

Oh, this is amazing. It's like I can actually touch him.

Thank you so much for letting me be part of this.

You have to stop thanking me, Mum. The past is the past.

What's important for him, is where we go from here. OK?

OK.

Hey, I thought we might go and choose a crib together.

If you'd like to?

-Oh, I would love that.

-Good.

OK, Fred, nearly there. Thank you.

And there we go.

All right.

Oh, look, Fred, the porters are here to take you to the ward.

You're loving this, aren't you?

-Would you judge me if I said yes?

-Yes.

-No.

How are your feet, Zoe?

Why is everybody so obsessed with my feet today?

I thought it might make the day more interesting

-if I ran a book on how long you would last in your heels.

-Yep, and I've got a tenner on it.

You've already got me in this porter's top,

the shoes are staying right where they are.

And the attitude.

Going nowhere.

-Bye, Fred.

-Bye!

Robyn, do you have to shout? I've got a splitting headache.

-Well, it serves you right.

-It was worth it, though.

Oh, stop bragging. It's been ages since I've even had a flipping snog.

Right, Fred, see you in a bit.

OK, so, tell me something I don't know.

Do you know how to do a tracheotomy?

Hilarious, I'll start. I always fancied...

-Blondes?

-You've got me all wrong.

-Brunettes?

-I've always fancied living in Spain.

I don't mean to brag but I can sing Hey Jude in Spanish.

I bet that reels in all the senoritas...

Your turn.

When I was 20, I went to a Duran Duran concert.

That's sharing?

And I kept a lock of Simon Le Bon's hair.

-That's weird.

-You asked.

I did, and I regret it now. Ladies first.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

You're absolutely welcome.

What a charmer.

Isn't he just?

Why don't we skip lunch and go straight for the... ahh!

Mum, Mum!

-Argh!

-It's OK, it's OK.

What's her name?

-Madeline.

-Madeline, try and take it easy. What's hurting?

-My pride.

-It's all right, we've got a plaster for that.

-Ahhh!

Seriously, where's the pain?

OK, have you had problems with your hip before?

I've had surgery.

-What? A hip replacement?

-Argh!

I wish I could help you, Mum.

Don't worry, we'll get some pain relief. We need a trolley and a nurse from the ED.

-I'll get it.

-Actually, I should do it.

She's not in any immediate danger. Can you keep her nice and still?

-Do you want to hold my hand?

-Do I ever.

All right, easy! I said hold it, not pull it off.

Come on, shh.

OK, so that's a double room confirmed for the 21st and 22nd.

Thank you for calling the Holtwood Spa Hotel. Bye.

BELL RINGS

Just a moment.

Sorry, I'll be right with you.

Flowers for the hall and dining room.

Sorry about that. Hi, I'm Gina.

How can I help you?

Good morning, name's Perkins, we've a room booked for two nights.

Oh, this stuff is great. Here, have a whiff.

Not right now, Mum.

Right, Lilly?

-What do we have?

-This is...

Actually, Jamie.

Er, OK. This is Madeline Aires.

She took a tumble in the corridor upstairs.

Right-sided THR and she's dislocated the prosth...

Prosthesis.

Prosthesis.

Statistically, one in 20 cases of hip joint replacements can

come out of their socket within the first six months.

When did you have your operation, Madeline?

Er, eight weeks ago.

Let's make ourselves invisible, Max.

Hang on a minute, wait.

She's going to need an X-ray eventually

and we can never find a porter when we need one.

Well, you'll just have to page us, like everyone else. Come on.

-If I'd said that you would have sacked me.

-This is true.

OK. I'm going to give you more morphine for the pain.

-Can we also get an FBC, U&E, clotting and a group and save?

-Sure.

-Thank you.

-OK, I'm just going to pop this on your finger, Madeline, then

I'll get go and you a gown.

Bring me a tiara, as well, and I'll feel like a queen.

-You and me both.

-Oh, you are a one!

Mum. Why didn't you tell me you'd had an operation?

I'm here to help you, not the other way around. Besides,

us dancers, we always need something replaced at one

time or another.

We're like that Biotic Man.

You mean Bionic Man.

Yes, that's it.

Made of steel and guaranteed to set the alarms off at the airport.

I'll be back.

Steven will show you to your room. But if there's anything else you need,

-don't hesitate to let me know. Enjoy your stay.

-Thank you.

SHE GASPS

Hiya, you all right?

Can you, er, mind the desk for five minutes?

Sure. Word of warning, stay away from the macaroni cheese, it sucks.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

Are you all right? Are you OK?

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, I just need a fag.

Hello, Holtwood Spa Hotel. How can I help?

Oh!

ENGINE STARTS, MUSIC STARTS

SHE SOBS

ENGINE REVS

Argh!

HE GROANS

What happened?

Get an ambulance, quick!

Oh, my God! Gina...Gina! Are you OK?

Gina, are you hurt?

Yeah, ambulance, please. Talk to me, Gina!

I was 16 when I started as a Tiller Girl.

Did you ever meet anyone famous?

October 13th, 1965.

They came on at the beginning of the show and again at the end.

-Who?

-No! The Beatles.

-Really!

-Oh, Max has got a song he can sing you later, haven't you?

So, Madeline, had you had any other major medical problems

apart from this?

You're a nosey so-and-so for a porter.

Mum!

-Don't worry, it's just the drugs talking.

-No, that's my mum.

There is only one Madeline Aires.

Actually, Zoe's a doctor, she's working with me for the day.

She's just having a bit of trouble remembering the rules.

Oh, I see.

-The radiographer will take you from here. But we'll be back for you later.

-Ta-ta.

I'm so sorry.

Has your mum had any other major medical problems?

To be honest, I don't know. I was adopted.

She's my birth mother. We only met a year ago.

-Oh, I see.

-She's going to stay and help me with the baby.

I'm sure that will be really lovely for you.

See, I can do small talk.

-Are you...

-Don't be counting your winnings yet.

Who said I bet against you?

-Did you?

-Yes.

SIREN WAILS

Right, you take the lad, I'll take the car, OK.

Hi, it's my friend. I don't know what's happened but she's not talking to me or anything.

Hello, mate. I'm Iain, I'm a paramedic.

-You weren't involved at all?

-No, not at all.

-Right, what's your name, sweetheart?

-I'm Chloe.

-And her name?

-Gina.

-Gina.

Hello, Gina, I'm Jeff. I'm a paramedic. Can you hear me?

-Can you do me a favour and come round the back of the car for me and hold her head?

-Yeah.

Lovely, thank you. What's happened to you, then, princess?

-Like this?

-Yeah, that's good. Perfect.

Got it? Right, Gina, I'm just going to examine you, darling.

Can you feel that?

What about your legs? Can you feel this one?

And this side?

OK. I need a collar, all right.

I'll be right back. Just sit tight for me, that's great.

How is she?

I dunno, doesn't seem to want to talk to me. Yours?

Well, he's obviously dislocated his shoulder. But he's refusing pain relief.

OK, do me a favour.

Can you get me the collar, the head huggers and call for some back up?

Reckons it was an accident.

We can go for a break after this, if you like. I'll show you Big Mac's hide out.

-Is that a euphemism?

-No, but it should be.

So, come on, honestly, how you finding it?

Five years in med school, ten years postgraduate training

and a fellowship of the College of Emergency Medicine. I'm hardly a porter, am I?

OK, Madeline. I have spoken to the surgeon, and he can fit you in theatre this evening.

We can also offer you a fascia iliaca block.

-A what?

-It's a nerve block - it'll help with the pain, Madeline.

-Shouldn't you be somewhere else?

-Oh, good, cos this is like being on the torture rack.

Excuse me. I've got Madeline's daughter here to see her.

-Oh, no.

-Mum, what's happened?

I'm Dr Chao. She's had a complication from her hip.

How did you find me?

The taxi company told the clinic where they took you.

What are you doing here?

She came to visit me. You must be Carmen.

I've heard so much about you.

Then you've got one on me. Who are you, exactly?

-I'm...

-Do you remember I told you about Daisy Fallen?

The contortionist who could tie herself up like a pretzel?

-Vaguely?

-Well, this is her daughter. Renee. She's a friend.

Right, well, thank you very much for staying with her, but I can take it from here.

Shall I take you to the relatives' room?

-Yeah, maybe we can get you a glass of water or something.

-Thank you.

Yeah, come on.

Don't worry, Mum, we'll get this sorted.

PHONE BUZZES Oh, hang on.

Hello. No, I've already sorted it.

Just the two coffees, please.

I wasn't expecting that.

What?

Ramin, he can't make it tonight.

He's got to fill out paperwork for his visa.

Oh.

Well, that's a brush off if ever I saw one.

-Change?

-Thank you. Maybe it's for the best.

-What?

-You'll only end up getting yourself hurt.

-Hurt?

-Yeah, well, there's no future in it

if Ramin's over the other side of the world, is there?

-Do you want to do something tonight?

-No.

-Come on - it'll cheer you up.

-Robyn, just stop fussing, all right! I'm fine.

All right, boys? Who've we got?

Gina Timpson, no sign of a head injury

but I'm concerned about her levels of communication.

OK - let's get her into resus.

OK, thanks. Which one, please?

OK, guys, over here. Let's transfer her.

All right, when we're ready, thank you. OK, everybody got some?

One, two, three. OK, gently. Gina Timpson.

Driver of a car involved in an RTC, car versus van at about 30mph.

Wasn't KO'd. GCS 15 throughout, BP 120 systolic, sats 97%, pulse 80.

No sign of any outward injury.

Collared and boarded as a precaution but difficult to assess her as she hasn't spoken since it happened.

Thanks, Jeff. OK, Gina, I'm Dr Knight.

We're going to take a good look at you. OK?

You're going to need to cooperate with us,

so we can determine the extent of your injuries.

Can you move your toes?

OK, I know she's pretty shaken, but...

I think it's more than that.

Gina. It's fine if you don't want to talk to us.

But it's really important that we establish what you can

and can't feel, OK?

Now, don't nod your head, just blink if you can hear me.

Good girl.

Jeff.

The boy that came in after you - was he involved in the same accident?

-Yeah.

-Did you recognise him?

-No, I didn't get a good look at him.

-It's Marc Cunningham. The brother of John Cunningham,

the bloke who said Dixie attacked him at the club.

So?

So, I'm sure Gina's the girl that John assaulted.

-OK, well, don't do anything stupid.

-Like what?

I don't know, stupid - that's your department, isn't it?

Bit of help over here, Rita.

Can you run a set of obs while I do a primary survey

and then we'll log roll her off the board.

She told me Carmen knew all about me.

Maybe she never found the right time.

I wasn't exactly expecting her to win grandma of the year.

Yeah, but listen, what's one of them?

My gran swore like a sailor, and drank like a witch but I wouldn't have been without her.

And my granny was always on my case because I never got married.

I appreciate what you're saying.

But it was a big risk me letting her into my life.

What's a life without risks?

Dull, like a Saturday night at Dr Hanna's.

Your C spine X-ray is normal.

You're a very lucky girl.

I need to see you with your collar off.

Nice and slowly. Good.

OK, can you look to your left for me?

And your right? Any pain?

Bit stiff?

OK, just, look at your toes.

Good.

Apart from some bruising and one cracked rib everything seems fine.

Let's just lift you up nice and slowly.

We'll get you some pain killers for that, OK?

Gina, did I see you at the JuJu Bar the other night?

-No.

-Really?

I've never been.

You must have a double out there - I could have sworn it was you.

-Is that the place on the high street?

-Yeah.

I don't know, I might have gone in there with Chloe from work.

I was in there with my mate, too. We had a disastrous night? You?

-Can I go home now, please?

-Sure.

I'll write up a script for the painkillers and then you're free to go.

I won't be a moment.

Are you going to discharge her?

Yeah. Her X-rays are clear. There's no reason to admit her.

-She's clearly withdrawn and very distressed.

-What do you want me to do?

-Just keep her here a bit longer.

-Why? She's taking a bed.

OK, I am pretty certain that girl was raped two nights ago

-and I would like the opportunity to help her.

-Rita.

Yes?

Marc Cunningham has got a dislocated shoulder.

-Ethan needs a more experienced nurse to help put it back.

-OK.

Well, will you at least keep her here until I get back?

-OK, I won't send the script off yet.

-Great.

-But if we need the bed, she's out.

-You're all heart.

You needed me?

Yes, please, we're going to do this procedure with Entonox.

Marc here doesn't like needles.

Great.

OK, you need to take some breaths of this.

Is it going to hurt?

A lot.

Don't worry, Marc, the Entonox will take the edge off the pain.

Ready.

Long, deep breaths please, Marc.

In and out. That's it.

HE WHIMPERS

There, there.

CRUNCH

That's that. That's all done, you should feel some relief.

You'll need another X-ray to make sure it's back in the right position and a follow-up appointment.

-Thanks, Doc.

-If you keep that steady.

I'll have a sling organised for you. Rita, do you have a minute?

Call me super intuitive

but did I pick up that this was bit of a reunion for you two?

I don't think so.

He doesn't strike me as the sort of person I'd like to know.

You're on the move again, Madeline.

Before you go, we have your records from your consultant

and it seems you were diagnosed with APS. Sticky blood?

That's right. They gave her tablets for it.

I hate taking pills.

That's why I booked her in for convalescent care. Which she walked out on.

APS can be passed on from mother to daughter.

I've been tested, I'm absolutely fine.

We'll inform the haematologist and also let the surgical care team know.

APS can result in miscarriages, especially in the first trimester.

But also later on in pregnancy it can be dangerous.

Well, trust me, dear, that part of my anatomy's not seen any action since '99.

Mum!

Brakes.

You're a natural.

You can take one of those four times a day.

But no more. OK?

Ta.

Gina. Can we talk?

Is my husband here yet?

Yeah, I'll check for you in a minute.

I just want you to know if something did happen at the club

the other night, we can help you.

I got lashed with my mate, that's all.

No, you were distressed. I saw you in the alley.

I saw you, too.

I knew it.

I just went outside for a fag, that's all.

You were running away - you looked scared to me.

I can't handle this.

Gina, we can help you.

You can't! You can't help me

because my head is in bits.

Oh, sweetheart. Don't do that, no, don't do that.

This is all my fault.

Why?

Because I shouldn't have gone outside.

No, none of this is your fault.

Don't you dare blame yourself. You hear me?

What happened, Gina?

He. John.

He raped me.

All right.

Sweetheart, this is the first step.

Just let it all out.

Did you see a spark just then?

No.

-Must be the heat between these two.

-Oh, Mum!

-I think they're a couple.

-BOTH: We're not a couple.

I'm...I'm going to go home, Madeline.

OK, dear. Shall I call you?

I don't think so. Do you?

Good luck.

Renee, wait.

Are you sure you want her to go?

Carmen. There's something I have to tell you.

When I was 32, I was still in my prime.

I could do double flicks better and higher than anyone else.

I haven't time for one of your shaggy dog stories, Mum.

Let her finish.

I was stepping out with this young singer.

I had high heels and a mink coat and everything.

I was quite the looker. Frankie Vaughan was headlining.

-Oh, I'm going.

-No, please don't.

Then tell Carmen the truth!

What's going on?

Goodbye.

Hang on, Renee, before you leave,

I suggest you get tested for a blood clotting disorder called APS.

-Why?

-Because Madeline has it and it can be hereditary.

MADELINE GASPS

-Zoe!

-Yeah. Madeline, what's wrong.

Ugh. This pain in my chest. I can't...

Let me have a look at you.

She's starting to get cyanosed. How's her pulse?

-What's the matter?

-Let's get her straight to resus. Let's go.

Carmen.

I'm right here, Mum. What is it?

Renee is your s-sister.

Right, we have to get her to resus. Are you both coming?

-Yes.

-Yes.

Let's go.

OK, can we clear a bed, please? Lilly, she's cyanosed and tachypneic.

We need to get some oxygen on, fluids up, bloods off,

and an ECG please, Tash?

Right, Max, could you get a stand, please?

Becky, I need blood and gas now.

-We could be looking at a pulmonary embolism.

-Is that serious?

It can be.

She'll be fine, she's a fighter.

How would you know? This is all your fault.

I didn't ask for this to happen.

-It wouldn't have happened if she'd stayed in the care home!

-Don't be ridiculous.

-Max, could you get these two out, please?

-Yeah, come on.

-I'm not leaving my mother.

-Nor am I.

-The last thing your mum needs is you two arguing.

Yeah, he's right. If you want to stay, you have to be quiet

-and let me get on with my job. What's it to be?

-Ladies?

OK.

Fine.

Right, we need to do a CTPA - so, Lilly, can you contact CT to arrange that, please?

I'm so angry with myself.

Why? You didn't do anything.

That's the point. I just froze.

I couldn't move.

Sweetheart, that is a natural reaction,

it's how your body deals with fear.

What happens now?

Well, a lady from the Sexual Assault Referral Centre will come

and have a chat with you.

They'll want to gather evidence, stuff like that.

Evidence?

Of your attacker.

I scrubbed myself clean of him.

There still could be some DNA, under your nails or in your hair.

He's right.

That evidence can be used to back up your statement

whenever you decide to come forward.

Could be in a week, could be in a year.

It's totally up to you. You're in control now.

Excuse, me there is someone here to see you.

Are you all right, babe?

I'm so sorry, I've wrecked the car.

Don't worry about that. What happened?

-Where's Frankie?

-I left him next door with Maggie.

He's all right for a couple of hours.

Gina, would you like us to leave you so you can talk to your husband?

Could you both stay, please?

Sure.

What's up, babe?

Here you go, Louise.

Thank you.

I think Zoe must be wearing some special insoles or something.

I'm out of the race, guys.

I've still got time.

Hi, can I help you?

-I'm here to see my son.

-What's his name?

-Marc Cunningham.

-Oh, I know where he is, Louise. I can take you through.

-OK.

The police said he was involved in a car accident at the Holtwood Hotel?

-Yeah, he was.

-How bad is he?

-Luckily, it's only a minor injury.

-They said a girl ran into his van?

Yeah, she did, but it's OK, she's going to be fine.

Who is she?

Er, I'm sorry, we can't give out names, I'm afraid.

-Here we go.

-Oh, thank you.

There it is, there. In the left artery.

Anticoagulant therapy should sort it out, right?

Unless she has a cardiac arrest.

We'll take her back to resus - I'll call the medical registrar.

Can I just point out something?

-Mm-hmm.

-Aren't you supposed to be a porter for the day?

Be my guest. Don't!

Look. I'm sorry the truth came out this way.

It makes sense.

Makes sense of what?

Why Mum and I never connected.

She said you were your father's daughter.

What? Boring and straight?

No. Strong and dependable.

You look like her.

I take after her, as well.

Oh, no. They broke the mould, or, as Mum would say...

-There's only one Madeline Aires.

-There's only one Madeline Aires.

SHE GASPS

Oh.

Are you all right?

It's like David Beckham is in there.

Do you want to feel?

-Say hello.

-What, like Lionel Richie?

Hey, look at that, you made a little joke.

Well, don't get too carried away.

DOOR OPENS

How is she?

She's stable. We're going to transfer her back to resus for the medical team.

I can't stand the thought of losing her.

Don't put the nails in the coffin yet -

there's plenty of bounce in my step.

Are you going to stay?

Of course. What are big sisters for?

Good news. The X-ray shows the shoulder is back in place.

Great.

You've got your painkillers. I need to sort your out-patient appointment and then you're good to go.

Thanks, Doctor.

You're welcome.

I don't believe you.

I send you to do a simple job and we end up here, again.

You know Marc - he cocks everything up.

I'll be suing that girl - you did get her details, didn't you?

It's wasn't her fault.

Whose fault is it then, hey?

Why didn't you tell me when it happened?

I don't know. I was ashamed. I just wanted to forget it.

But I can't.

It's all right, babe. Come on.

What do we do now?

Well, if Gina agrees, then we contact the SARC unit

and we start the process.

You're going to do it, right?

I don't know.

You must, babe.

Forensic evidence would hold up better in court.

See. And they'll be able to find out who did it from his DNA.

That's right, too, isn't it, Doc?

Can I give them a ring, Gina?

I just don't know whether I should...

Of course you should. So we can nail the bastard.

Can I give them a call?

Result. I knew it was the truth.

I think she's hiding something.

Are you always this sceptical?

My comment is not based on scepticism, it's founded in realism.

Do you know, statistically, how many of these cases actually make it to court?

She's a person, not a statistic.

Of course she is.

OK, I'll call SARC. But you can do the leg work.

I will. Brilliant.

I've got to get it on record.

-Excuse me.

-Yes.

Can I help you?

I'd like to speak to Gina Timpson.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

-Make it possible. That girl nearly killed my son.

-Unfortunately, she didn't.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Look, Mum, come on, leave it. Let's go.

I'll find her myself.

A serious allegation has been made against John.

I'm sure your sons can enlighten you.

What have you done?

Nothing.

Come on, don't believe her, she's lying.

I am?

Mum!

Mum. Mum! Mum, come on.

You know what it's like.

No, why don't you tell me?

We were on a night out, too many shots.

We both wanted it.

Then why would that nurse say there's been a serious allegation?

I don't know. Gina's probably crying rape or something!

Rape? She's accusing you of rape?

She's got it wrong. Look, OK, all right.

We did it in the alley, but Marc had a shot at her first.

Didn't you, Marc?

Is that true?

I won't be angry, Marc, but this is your brother's future at stake here.

Mud sticks.

Yeah, all right, I went outside with her, we kissed, but nothing more.

See! See, he got her going and I finished the job.

You need to watch your mouth.

Mum! Mum! Mum, come on.

I'm not sure.

I know it's hard, babe.

-But I think you'll regret it if you don't.

-I love you.

I love you too. Come on.

-Hey, I want a word with you.

-Mum, come on, just leave it!

What you're saying about my son is sick!

I told you to stay away.

Is he here? Is that him?

-No...

-Come here you!

It wasn't him. Stop it!

SHOUTING

Me and you, come on, then!

Rory, listen to me. If you hit him it's all over.

What sort of a married woman goes into an alley with one brother

-and then has sex with the other one, hey?

-What!

It wasn't like that. It wasn't...

OK, get back to cubicle.

Come on! Come on!

This is NOT over!

Rory, listen, please.

I'm so sorry about that.

What was she going on about?

She thinks I asked for it.

Why would she think that?

Because I...I did go outside with one of them - Marc.

-What for?

-I don't know.

A laugh - wanting some attention, a snog.

It didn't mean anything.

It does now!

No, Rory, it wasn't her fault. I saw what happened...

I need some air.

Rory! Please!

What have I done?

You have done the right thing. Trust me.

Can you look after her for me?

-Rory.

-Did you know she went outside with both of them?

No. No, I didn't. But...

But, what?

How can I ever trust her again?

You have to understand that Gina is the victim here, OK?

John forced himself onto her.

It was a busy club and I'm asking myself why didn't she kick

and scream?

That's what you do, right?

Not always, no - Gina froze, Rory.

Which is why she's worried people won't believe her.

She's right. Gina didn't have a chance.

I could smash your face in.

I wouldn't blame you, mate.

Don't know what else to say.

You're doing the right thing.

I don't know what to do.

I think you should go back to your wife - she needs you.

There you are. I have to say I'm so glad today is over.

Too boring for you, was it?

-It was interesting.

-Nice and vague.

-No, just reminded me how much I like being a doctor.

-As long as it's all about you.

And if you'd let me finish.

It also highlighted that although you're very good at disarming

and charming patients, you're rubbish in a medical crisis.

Well, I haven't had five years at med school, ten years postgraduate training and a fellowship from

-the College of Emergency Medicine - hardly a doctor, am I?

-Touche.

-That's French.

-I know.

So, I'd like to recommend you go on a basic life support course.

-In case you're ever alone with a patient when they go off, like today.

-Yeah, great.

-I get paid extra for that, right?

-No.

APPLAUSE AND CHEERING

You lasted all day in your heels.

I'm so that sorry none of you won your bet.

-Don't know what you're talking about. I had every faith you'd do it.

-Thank you, Robyn.

No, thank you, I had a tenner on it.

Well played.

Can I buy you a celebratory drink?

Er, yeah, OK, why not?

Anybody fancy a drink?

-Yes, I'm up for it.

-Me too.

-Count me in.

What a team.

I'm not paying for everyone, by the way.

Come on, let's go home.

Did he do it?

God, I'm starving. Come on, I'll treat you to a curry.

Marc?

I'm sorry.

So am I.

But not as sorry as John Cunningham is going to be.

So, we're going to do it, then.

Yeah. I'm not going to let him ruin both our lives.

Yeah, yeah. OK, I appreciate the call. I will do, thank you.

Thank you very much.

-All right?

-That was the police.

Oh, yeah. And?

There's not enough evidence.

-What, you're free and clear?

-Yeah!

Get in!

-What's going on?

-The police have dropped the assault charges.

That is brilliant news.

And the girl that bloke attacked is going to SARC,

and I think she's going to press charges.

Come on, then, let's go to the pub, celebrate.

Er, you know what,

I just fancy a quiet night in with a DVD, you know, low key.

OK. yeah, yeah. All right, I'll see you later.

Yeah, see you.

Right, I'll boil the bread.

And I'll grill the beans.

Great news, great news.

You, get in the back, now!