When Nothing Else Matters Casualty

-Tenner says we treat more than ten bald patients today.

-You're on.

There is a strong possibility that young man is facing amputation.

What he needs is a bit of sensitivity.

And you don't think I can do that?

No, what I THINK is that he needs continuity of care

and a clear sense of who is in charge and who's taking care of him.

'I'm going to speak to your mother, arrange for you to stay with me.'

-Why?

-You need some boundaries!

And I am your father!

And YOU are the reason why I came back to Holby.

Fine, if that's what you want.

Mind your backs! Ladies, please!

SHOUTING

Oh, Cal! Thanks for the tip, mate

-I got one and a half off that.

-I don't talk cockney.

That's £150 to you. Eagle's Dream, on the nose.

Nice!

I reckon you might just be ready to join the big boys' club.

The what? What's that, then?

Tell you later...

-Hey!

-Bob, it's all right, Bob... It's just... Bob!

Come on. Calm yourself, calm yourself down.

All right, take a deep breath.

-Deep breath.

-Shall we get him back in the bed?

-OK, deep breaths.

-Your knight in shining armour. Get it?

Knight?

He's a 75-year-old paranoid schizophrenic.

But I still saved you!

Tell you what, I'll even let you buy me a pint.

-As a thank you.

-For overpowering a sick old man? Really?

What? So, no drink?

Oh, deary me!

She's playing hard to get. I like that.

She can see straight through you, Cal.

Ah, but they always come round, eventually.

I'm not so sure this time.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

-Hey, Dad.

-Still working?

-Course work's due in tomorrow.

-Ah!

What's this then? Interesting?

-Hubble's law.

-Yeah, yeah. I always liked that Hubble geezer.

HE LAUGHS

You need to look after yourself, mate. Get some rest.

-Why don't you call it a night?

-I'm fine.

I'm going to crash. Got an early shift tomorrow.

-And I'm working too hard?

-I don't have any choice.

But you'll be able to do anything you want.

-Good night.

-Night, Dad.

HE SIGHS

HE GROANS

-All right, swot?

-Yeah, you?

If we get stopped...

-I'm you. But I left my documents at home.

-Top lad.

Come on!

I think you should probably put some clothes on before you go out.

Very funny!

-Erm...Dad...

-Yes?

-How much?

-40?

-40?!

-I need to get a taxi home!

You don't want me walking, do you?

Don't be too late!

CAR HORN BEEPS

-Who's that?

-It's Jenny. She's giving me a lift.

-Don't drink too much!

-Would I?!

DANCE MUSIC THROBS IN CAR

Thank you.

I really am exceptional company, you know.

Not if you were the last of your species left on earth.

Last of my species? She must bat for the other side.

It's the only possible explanation.

Do you know what? Maybe you're not her type.

-Don't be ridiculous.

-So, come on then...

What's this big boys' club you were telling me about?

Spread betting. On the stock exchange.

-There is an app on the phone.

-Dr Knight.

Coming... It's easy money, mate.

RADIO BLARES

So, how's the revision going?

Good. Busy.

Too busy for your driving practical?

Really? You think I'm ready?

Wouldn't have booked it for you if I didn't. Week today.

Awesome! Thanks!

You need to tell him, though.

Sean, he's going to find out at some point. About the driving. Us.

I'll tell him.

I promise!

Hey, slow down, yeah?

You're going soft in your old age.

HE SNIFFS

I got a cold.

-You're bleeding.

-What?

You've got a nose bleed! What is it? Coke? Whizz?

No, it's just a nosebleed!

-What you doing?

-You idiot!

It's just to get me through my exams!

-You could get done for this!

-Coming from you?

Yes, coming from me!

Hey!

I've done some bad things, trust me, you don't want to get into it.

No!

Sean!

CAR ALARMS GO OFF

HE SIGHS

HE KNOCKS THE DOOR

HE SIGHS

Sean?

Sean!

GROANING AND GASPING

Are you all right? Come on, let's get you out of the car.

HE SCREAMS

Come on, come here. Let's get over here.

A little bit further.

How much powder have you taken, Sean? I'm going to get help.

And I was driving. OK? I was driving.

Sean! Sean, wake up!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Oi!

DOORBELL RINGS

Party time!

-Come through, guys.

-Hiya.

-Go through to the kitchen, yeah?

-You all right?

Max, I thought you said it was a couple of mates?

Yes, a couple, plus a couple more.

-S'up Max.

-What's happening, J? How's it hanging?

Hey...

-Ella!

-You all right?

SIREN SOUNDS

-Quick. He's out cold.

-OK, have you moved him at all?

-Yes, I thought the car might blow.

-What's his name, do you know?

-Sean. Sean Starky.

-Sean.

OK, Sean.

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

Right, that's quite a significant head injury we got there, Mac.

-Oh, God.

-What happened?

I, erm, lost control. I think a cat or something ran out.

-I can't remember.

-Can you grab a spinal board, please?

-No worries.

Is he going to be OK?

I hope so, mate, we'll get him to hospital and we'll find out.

Are you all right? That's quite a nasty cut you got there.

It's just a graze.

PHONE RINGS

OK, mate, quick as you can, mate, please.

-PHONE RINGS

-If you can hold his head for me.

-What?

-Sorry, just thought you stockbrokers

would be all designer gear or something.

-Yeah, listen, about that...

-Look, it's fine.

It's kind of sweet.

Come here.

I'm going to slip into something more comfy, OK?

Sean Starky, 17 years old.

Front seat passenger in a car involved in an RTC.

Car was rolling at about 40mph. No other vehicles involved.

-He's got quite a significant head injury.

-Please, don't let him die!

We're going to do our best for him.

GCS was eight, pulse 130, BP 128 over 90, sats are at 95%.

He's had 500 of saline so far.

OK, let's have a look at you.

-It's probably best that you don't go in there right now.

-But I need to be with him.

Just let the doctors do their jobs, OK?

-Noel, could you do us a favour? Can you book...

-Preston.

-..Preston in?

-Get him triaged. We need to look at that cut.

-Sure. This way, mate.

Any news on your mate, we'll let you know.

He's not my mate, he's my brother.

LOUD, BASSY DANCE MUSIC

-You not dancing?

-To this? It's not music!

-Do you think Ash'd approve?

-No.

DOORBELL RINGS

More?

Let's get this party really started.

What do you have in mind?

Right, how we doing?

Not looking too good - tachycardic at 140, BP's 126 over 90.

Airways are clear.

Good bilateral chest expansion, but there is some bruising.

Can you get a portable chest X-ray over, please?

Let's get another line in. Can you do a venous blood gas, Cal?

We need full bloods, Us and Es, LFTs, clotting, group and save.

-What's his name?

-Sean.

Sean? Hi, I'm Zoe, one of the doctors here.

Can you hear me?

I think we need to intubate.

Can we set up for an RSI? Fast bleep the anaesthetist,

and we'll need an immediate head CT.

Erm, Zoe?

Drugs could explain the tachycardia.

Yeah, pupils are dilated.

Well, his brother's here, do you want me to see if he knows anything?

Yes, please.

Can we get a catheter in him, please, and we'll do a urine tox?

-Charlie, can we get ready for a log roll?

-Marina?

Let's get you sat down.

I'll take a look at that cut for you.

Any blurred vision at all?

Any nausea? OK.

Sorry.

Yeah, that's definitely going to need suturing

and then we're going to want to monitor you for a couple of hours.

Listen, erm...has Sean taken any drugs?

No. Definitely not. Doesn't touch them.

-It's just that we found...

-Whatever you found, it's not drugs.

How is he?

Well, he's being treated in our resuscitation room

and then they're going to take him for a scan of his brain.

PHONE RINGS

-You going to answer that?

-It's Sean's.

-He needs to know.

-Be my guest.

Mr Starky?

Hello, yeah, my name's Adrian Fletcher.

You've got to be kidding me.

Wakey-wakey!

Kev?

Kevin? Kevin?!

Fletch? Give me your phone.

This better be quick, cos I'm really busy.

I've set up your account, OK? So FLETCH1.

You can access it from this.

Right, OK, listen, just tell me how it works again.

Market rises a point, you make a pound.

And if it goes down?

It'll always go back up, eventually. Law of averages.

Now all you have to do is deposit some funds.

-How much?

-What is it you London boys call it? A monkey?

What? £500?! That's, like, a month's mortgage.

I can't lose that, right? Nat'll kill me.

Minimum deposit, I'm afraid.

I don't know.

Things are a bit tight right now, what with the baby and everything.

Chill. OK, you don't have to put it all on at once.

It's a kind of buffer.

You can get out whenever you want and you always put on a stop loss.

It's a safety net. So, if you're down, like, £50,

then the system will cancel you out automatically.

BEEPER GOES

I've got to go. Good luck, all right.

Yeah.

So, if you take a seat,

I'll get someone to show you exactly where it is.

-My son - Sean.

-OK, sir. What's his full name?

Sean Starky, he's been in a car crash.

Right, I'll just get someone to come and see you.

Fletch? Sean Starky's dad.

Colin, I'm Nurse Fletcher, I spoke on the phone earlier.

What's happening?

As I said before, Sean suffered quite a severe head injury.

He's sedated and on a ventilator, but stable.

-We're running a scan on him now.

-He's going to be all right?

We'll have news pretty soon.

But if you want to wait in the relatives' room...

-Can you show him to the relatives' room, please?

-Yeah, sure.

Also, your other son's fine, by the way.

What did you say?

Preston. He's fine. He's just got a cut on his face.

-Was he driving?

-Yeah.

He caused the crash.

It was an accident. And he's not hurt.

Do you want to go and see him?

No.

-Right, you're going to feel a sharp scratch.

-No.

-Sorry?

-I don't want it.

You're going to need something for the pain, trust me.

Clean for nearly a year now.

That's brilliant. Good for you.

But this isn't an opiate.

Doesn't matter. No drugs. Please.

Right, you're the boss.

-OK, well, this is going to hurt.

-Yeah.

That the best you got?

Still no neuro ITU beds available.

-Right, good thing we've got room then, isn't it?

-Yeah.

They want to put an ICP monitor in when he's on the unit.

But, in the meantime, we'll just keep him under close obs.

Yes, sure.

This is Mr Starky.

Hello, I'm Doctor Hanna.

Is he going to be all right? Please, he has to be all right.

Sean took a significant blow to his head.

And I'm afraid the scan showed he suffered a major cerebral contusion.

Which means that basically his brain is very badly bruised.

Sorry, what are you saying?

What I'm saying is we need to wait and see.

The neurosurgeons will be down shortly.

They'll give you some more information.

Could he...could he die?

I think it's best to wait and speak to the neurosurgeon.

But it's a possibility?

But wait and speak to the experts, yeah?

And we're done.

Do you know what? That's pretty good, even if I do say so myself.

-You've got some bruising there, can I have a look?

-It's an old injury, I'm fine.

OK.

My dad?

He's in with your brother.

Does he know I'm here?

Look, he's pretty worried about Sean.

Yeah.

Why don't I see if I can get you an update, eh?

PHONE BUZZES

Oh, no, don't.

Oh, please don't do it to me.

Get in.

OK, thank you.

I think he's had an attack of some sort.

OK. Did you see it?

-I was in the bathroom.

-Right.

Hello, love. My name's Dixie, I'm a paramedic.

Can you tell me your name?

Ke... Ke...

Kevin.

All right.

And how much has your boyfriend had to drink, love?

Some wine, couple of beers.

But he's not my boyfriend - it's just our second date.

Has this happened before?

-Tell her!

-Tell me what?

He's got a brain tumour.

He's dying.

Is there anyone I can call for you? Your wife, maybe?

Cancer. Three years ago.

Sorry.

I could get Preston, he's pretty upset.

He doesn't come anywhere near him, right?

This is all his doing.

Cos I guarantee he'll have been on smack or something.

I want him done for this. Locked up.

-Toilets?

-Yeah, out the door, turn left.

Come on in. Standing room only, guys.

Standing room only.

DOORBELL RINGS

You have got to be kidding me.

Come on in!

Feels good, yeah, babes?

-Erm, your dad...he...

-Doesn't want me in here.

Preston...make it quick.

You owe me a new car, you muppet.

I thought you were driving?

Don't know why I said that.

Must be the painkillers.

But you haven't had any.

Right. I don't know. I'm just tired.

-Dr Chao.

-No.

-OK, then.

This is Kevin Robertson, 23,

postictal after suffering a seizure during, shall we say,

an intimate moment?

About to have an intimate moment.

His GCS is 15, his tachy at 110, it's now 98.

Straight to cubicles.

He's also got a brain tumour and there's some alcohol on board.

He's out drinking?

Drowning his sorrows, it's understandable.

No, it's irresponsible in his condition.

So you and your old man don't really get on then?

That's an understatement.

-Get out.

-Mr Starky, it's his brother.

And I'm his father!

And I want him out!

I'm warning you, pal.

I've changed, Dad.

Got a job in a call centre, flat, even a girlfriend.

-How many times have I heard this?

-It's true this time. I'm clean.

Get...out.

He's my brother, you can't stop me.

Let go of him, or I'm going to have to call security.

It's you who should be lying there. You!

He didn't mean it. He's just upset.

What's wrong?

Sometimes, the pressure in the brain can increase if there's a tumour,

and we can tell that by looking at the back of the eyes.

But they look OK, as far as I can see.

-So...?

-Kevin, who is your specialist?

Kev, tell her.

-Erm, I haven't seen one yet.

-What?

You haven't been diagnosed?

I looked the symptoms up on the net.

-You lied!

-No.

-It was a line. To get me into bed.

Are you even a stockbroker?

Where do you really work?

-Meaty Meats.

-Sorry?

It's a butcher's.

I'm deputy manager, though!

-Unbelievable.

-Lucy!

I paid for our hotel and everything.

Do you think I'd get a refund?

Why did you lie?

Would you really date someone who stuffed sausages for a living?

I'll be back in a minute.

Girlfriend did not look happy.

I'm not surprised, he told her he had a tumour.

-What, he doesn't?

-It's unlikely. But he was postictal at the scene.

Other symptoms?

Headaches, nausea, blurred vision, weight loss,

but no history of epilepsy.

Could be a space-occupying lesion?

I'll book a head CT.

PHONE BEEPS

Tox report, Fletch. Fletch?

Cheers.

Just want to check something.

-You think I'm a bad father?

-Not at all.

The things Preston did to me and his mum.

It's really none of my business.

-Do you have kids?

-Four.

My only bit of advice - all they really need is your time.

You give them that and they'll be all right.

-Is that an army tat?

-Yeah.

Guessing you were away a lot.

Picking them up from school, helping with their homework,

footy in the park...

Missed it all.

Well, you've got to provide for your family, eh?

Yeah.

Is it Sean?

No, there's no change.

Preston, I don't think you were driving that car tonight.

-Just leave it.

-Why are you lying?

-I'm not.

-Right, the bruising on your shoulder,

it looks like it's from the seat belt on the passenger side.

Is it cos your little brother's on cocaine?

Is that why you're covering for him?

-Maybe I just have to talk to your dad then.

-No.

Sean's going to medical school.

Would they still offer him a place with a drugs conviction?

-A druggie doctor?

-Well, even so...

Dad's been slogging it 12 hours a day in a power plant,

just to save the cash.

If Sean didn't get a place, ended up like me, it'd destroy him.

-He's been through too much - Mum, me.

-Preston...

Sean will get better, go back to college, lesson learnt.

I'll get a slap on the wrist, everything stays the same.

-No harm done.

-You're not thinking this through, all right?

You could go to prison for this.

They could do you for dangerous driving, causing serious injury.

You're getting your life back together.

I mean, you've got a girlfriend now, a job.

Maybe I don't deserve it. Any of it.

What did you do that was so bad?

I was driving. End of.

Sorry, Preston, are you up to giving a statement?

Yeah.

It's Ella.

Ella... Ella, sweetheart.

She's got hives.

-Has she taken something?

-What's wrong with her?

She's having an allergic reaction to something.

If she's taken something, we need to know.

She could die.

Jase...

-Ket.

-Brilliant (!)

We need to get her in.

Yeah, cos then Ash can kill us. Slowly and painfully.

Ella, can you open your mouth for me?

She needs to go to a hospital.

Well, can't we wait and see if she perks up a bit?

No, she could be approaching anaphylaxis.

-But Ash'll...

-We don't have a choice.

No tumour.

And his obs are all fine.

-Symptoms?

-We've got it thanks, Cal.

Nausea, dizziness, seizures and some weight loss.

He's faked the tumour and its treatment, right? Even his job.

Maybe he's faked the whole thing, trying to get sympathy sex.

Then why would he feign illness

right before they did the jiggy-jiggy?

Over to you, then, doctor.

All right.

TB, vasculitis?

-That doesn't fit.

-Well, then, run further tests.

And waste more resources?

He's a pathological liar, Cal. Nobody saw his seizure.

His postictal state could have been the booze. He reeks of it.

Before we waste any more money, we should get him a psych referral,

-take it from there.

-I concur.

-Cal? I'm £280 up, mate!

-Sell.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

All right.

The missus is going to love this - bit of extra cash in the bank.

Do you know what? I could probably afford a little family break, now.

Yeah, to Blackpool, maybe.

Everything's going to be all right, son. I promise you.

I've come to see Sean.

They're taking me in for questioning.

Two of you? That's a bit much, isn't it?

Not if you're still on probation, it isn't.

Well, even so, it was just an accident.

They found drugs in the car.

Well, maybe, now's the time you...

Fair enough.

I'll see you soon, yeah, mate? When you're all better.

I'll see you soon.

-You all right?

-Just a bit hot.

How long?

How long has he been sneaking out to see you?

A few months.

He got in touch with me.

Look what you've done.

Look at him!

OK, right, let's calm down a minute.

He's lying there at death's door, brain smashed to pieces, and you...

you just...you just walk away unhurt. How's that fair?

-Colin...

-Don't come back, right? Ever. Do you understand?

You're not welcome!

-Preston, you don't look well, let's have a look at you.

-I'm fine.

Preston... OK, give us a hand!

Someone go get Zoe. I'll get him on the bed.

It's just withdrawal, I've seen it all before.

-This isn't withdrawal.

-Fletch, what's going on?

This is Preston Starky, Sean Starky's brother.

He was involved in the crash earlier.

I treated him for a head lac,

but he's just doubled up with acute abdo pain.

OK, let's get the monitoring on and can I have the FAST scanner, please?

It's tachycardic.

Let's get a line in and give him five of morphine.

-No, no!

-No, he's a recovering addict.

Preston, stay with us. Come on, stay with us.

There's free fluid in the abdomen. Why didn't you spot this earlier?

Because he'd only let us treat the cut.

OK, let's hang up two units of O neg, cross-match six units.

Can we call the blood bank?

Code red trauma, tell them it's a suspected active haemorrhage.

And can we fast bleep the general surgeons, please?

Preston, Preston, stay with us, come on.

-Kevin?! Can I get some help here, please?!

-Yeah.

I'm just going to put some oxygen on you, Kevin, all right?

Right, Ella, nearly there, kid. OK, this is Ella Ashford.

We think she's taken some ketamine and had an allergic reaction.

OK, straight through to resus two, please.

BP dropped to 90 systolic, but picked up again with fluids.

She's developed a bit of a wheeze, but responded to salbutamol.

Denies any throat tightness.

She's had 0.5 of 1 in 1,000 adrenaline at the scene.

-I want to go home.

-OK. You need to call Ash, you need to let him know.

I know, I will.

Sorry, Ella, I'm afraid you've got a significant rash -

-you're going to need more treatment.

-Ella, we're going to get you to shifty over for us

when you're ready, OK?

Let me know when you're set, nice and slowly.

That's it, well done.

His name's Preston Starky, he's had five of morphine

and two units of O neg.

So, what happened?

Preston's heart wasn't getting enough blood so it stopped for a minute,

but we've sorted that out and his heartbeat's back.

But he needs surgery urgently.

Is he going to make it?

I don't know.

Look, why don't you go upstairs with him?

I'll let you know if there's any change down here.

No, no.

Right, do you know what?

-As their next of kin, you need to know the full picture.

-Sorry?

Sean was driving the car tonight, he caused the accident.

What are you talking about?

Preston said he was driving - he took the blame.

I don't think so.

Have a look at this.

That is a seat belt mark on the driver's seat.

I don't understand. Why would...?

Sean had cocaine in his system.

Right, the police are going to have a field day with him.

No driver's licence, no insurance and driving on drugs.

No, no, no, you've made a mistake.

Sean doesn't do drugs.

That's the bit you want to read.

And, for what it's worth, I think Preston's clean.

He refused pain relief, all right?

And, in my experience, addicts, when they come in here,

they will take whatever they can get their hands on.

Mr Starky?!

Look, Preston's in theatre, he's in a really bad way.

You should be there for him.

Well, if he pulls through, what do you want me to tell him?

Who do you think you are, eh?

You know nothing.

Nothing at all. He stole from her.

He stole from his own mother.

She was dying...and she wanted him home.

But Preston, he was a mess, he was a total mess.

I told her it was a bad idea, but no. She...

She wanted her boy back.

Insisted.

While he was there, he took her credit cards

he took her bank cards, her cheque books - the lot.

Cleared her out. Thousands.

It broke Kerry's heart.

It broke my heart.

What kind of sick, twisted person could do that, eh?

To his own dying mother?

Someone addicted to heroin.

He could die up there surrounded by total strangers.

Look, picking him up from school and helping him with his homework,

that's all in the past - forgotten.

He needs his old man, right now. For this moment, right now.

So don't leave him on his own.

You'll hate yourself if you do.

Have you seen Lucy?

Sorry, buddy, I think she's gone.

Your GP notes have just arrived.

Three years ago, you received a set of vaccinations

and you were prescribed malaria tablets?

-Where did you go?

-Travelling round Vietnam.

-Right.

-You think this is malaria?

-No. No, it's not malaria.

What then?

Can you remember if you ate pork whilst you were there?

Yeah. Yeah, I did, we had barbecues, street food, that sort of thing.

-And I'm guessing the...the hygiene wasn't top notch?

-No.

Right, back in a minute.

But what's wrong with me?

-It's a parasite.

-Sorry?

Three years ago, he went travelling around Vietnam. And he ate pork.

What are you talking about?

OK, where there's pork, there's neurocysticercosis.

-Tapeworm.

-Yeah.

-That is a bit of a stab in the dark, if you ask me.

No, I had a similar case in my last hospital.

Actually, almost identical.

44-year-old woman, recently back from an aid mission.

-Nearly killed her.

-It is extremely rare and his CT scan didn't show it.

Yes, but you were looking for a tumour.

A tapeworm cyst could be tiny, much harder to spot.

OK, let's have a look.

OK. Right, enhance it.

Yeah, see there, that dark area with the white edge.

Hydatid cyst.

Tapeworm.

Hey, trouble. How you feeling?

Like I've got the world's worst hangover.

You gave us some fright.

-I'm sorry.

-Why on earth did you take it?

Where's Jason?

He didn't come. He bolted.

Ella, he's a coward. You can do so much better.

Hey, you all right, princess?

Yeah. Thank you for, you know...

It's all right. What I'm paid for.

So your dad on his way then?

You haven't told him, have you?

No. She didn't want me to and she is a patient.

I've just moved in. He'll go nuts, kick me out. Please.

No, he's your dad, Ella, he needs to know.

You were young once, weren't you?

-You did stupid things, things you regret.

-Yeah, but...

If he finds out I've taken drugs...

he'll be so disappointed.

Seriously, why hurt him?

I swear, I won't do it again.

I've learnt my lesson. I really, really have.

-OK.

-Thank you.

I can't do it on my own, Kez.

I just can't.

I just can't do it.

OK, you seem nice and stable.

-So, I think you're fine to be discharged.

-Great.

And your dad's on his way. BOTH: What?

-Dr Ashford's on his way to collect you.

-You called him?

Well, a nurse did.

So fired.

-He's your next of kin.

-Yeah, I said not to call him.

Not to me you didn't, sorry.

So, so fired.

OK, lovely, mind how you go.

She's still here.

Yes, for some reason, it would appear so.

Please don't tell her I've got worms. She'll run a mile.

It's, erm, I don't know, migraines or something.

I'm sorry, Kevin.

Lucy, I thought you'd gone.

-Ever tried to get a taxi on a Saturday night?

-That was hours ago.

Yeah.

You stayed for me, right? To see how I was.

-No.

-Right.

So, erm...

it turns out I am properly ill.

Tapeworm.

In my brain.

It's really serious. It could be fatal.

But it's not a tumour.

No. I'm sorry, OK?

I liked you, Kevin. Just you.

-Really?

-Really.

Forget it ever happened.

Just me and you, yeah?

No.

PHONE BEEPS

Finally.

Good luck, Kevin Robertson.

Next girl you meet, be yourself.

Yeah.

Very impressive, Dr Knight.

Thank you, Dr Chao.

So, erm, how about that drink?

Hmm.

No.

Close, but no cigar.

-Sean?

-No change.

They're taking him for more tests, so I better go.

Yeah.

Thanks.

You told him.

Look, if you want to make a complaint, I'll go get you a form.

Thank you.

Get some rest.

Don't worry about it, you look fine.

-Go.

-What?

I won't say I was with you tonight. He'll never know.

I can't - I'm a terrible liar. My face goes all red.

It's not a lie - it's just not telling him.

He'll make your life a misery.

-Are you sure?

-Positive.

-OK, cheers.

-Are you OK?

-Yeah, just too much to drink...again.

I need to speak to the doctor who treated you.

-Can I just go home? I'm fine.

-It'll only take a minute.

Dad, please, can we just go home?

It's really busy, it'll take ages.

-I'm really tired.

-OK.

When are you going to learn, Ella?

OK, let's refund your deposit and get your winnings back.

Mrs Fletch is really excited about this.

Especially after all the fun and games in the last 12 months.

A family break is exactly what we need.

Yeah, little caravan on the beach during the day,

few beers in the evening when the kids are asleep.

-Fletch?

-I'm going to have to ask Tess about some time off.

-Mate...

the market collapsed just before the close,

you've lost the lot.

No, I sold it.

Did you wait for the confirmation price?

It takes about half a minute after you have sold.

Well, I didn't know about that.

You didn't tell me about that, did you?

Look, you win some, you lose some, OK?

It was only a monkey. It's not like someone's died, huh?

No...

..not yet.

PHONE BEEPS

Got another RTC coming in, Fletch.

This is Sonia Murray. She's 48.

She's a rear seat passenger involved in an RTC about 30mph.

She got a dislocated right shoulder...

-Fletch?

-Yeah, coming.