Carrot Not Stick Casualty

I'm Dixie, I'm a paramedic. Can you tell me your name?

-My leg!

-There was a bloke at the scene, I think he knew him.

-Maybe you are not her type?

-Don't be ridiculous.

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

Max, where you going? I haven't been sent flowers since last for ever.

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

Spread betting on the stock exchange. It's an app on a phone.

-Will you be there when I wake up?

-I can be.

The market collapsed just before the close, you lost the lot.

Yes. Yes, this is he.

Who is this?

Argh, you lot again! What do you want now?

What? No, it's not a chain saw.

How could it possibly be a chain saw?

You already repossessed all my chain saws!

It's a blender.

What do you mean? Making myself a smoothie.

What?

You are going to have to speak up. I can't hear you.

METAL CLANGING

What you people fail to understand is

if you repossess all my tools then I can't do my job!

And if I can't do my job... No, no, no, no!

Come on!

You must not do that!

-You're going to give me a heart attack!

-Argh!

RADIO PLAYS

-What time is it?

-I don't know...

-Oh, my God. I'm late...

-It's fine, we've got ages.

Max, I wasn't meant to stay all night.

-And yet you couldn't drag yourself away.

-I've got to go.

-Wait, wait, before you go I want to say something.

-What?

Secretary General of the United Nations?

What?

Secretary General of the United Nations?

Why do you want to know that?

Tonight, ain't it? Tuesday. Last Tuesday of the month...

Jeff, I don't know what you are talking about.

Red Lion pub quiz. Cash prizes.

Just like every last Tuesday of the month.

Only this time, girlfriend, we're swotting. So...

Secretary General of the United Nations? Tick, tick, tick.

-RADIO:

-Control to 3006.

-3006, go ahead, over.

-Did he pull?

-I heard noises.

Like squeaky springs?

More like something off a wildlife safari. Shall I?

No. No. No.

See, your mouth says no, but your...

KNOCK ON DOOR

Max, you want a cuppa?

-I could murder one.

-One mug or two?

Eh, just one, I think.

OK, I'm coming in.

Hey, good night?

Oh, you know, it was so...so good, really good, yeah.

-I really enjoyed it!

-OK.

-Just the one mug?

-Yeah.

OK.

Here you go, mate.

So, a chain saw hits you on the head,

-and all you sustained was this little cut?

-Yeah.

-The angels are smiling.

-You are telling me, Mr...?

-Stanley Hogg.

-You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

-How's that, love?

What with you being a beautiful angel yourself.

You sure you've not been hit on the head before, Stanley?

I look into your eyes - I can't remember anything.

-This is my husband Jeffrey.

-Hey, mate.

Before we move you, we need to do more tests,

-so can you tell me where it hurts the most?

-My heart.

It's just been broken.

OK, well, we'll see if we can fix that for you, shall we?

Jeffrey, I want to shake you by the hand.

What for? I haven't done anything yet.

For being the luckiest man in the world.

-He really does need some powerful medication, doesn't he?

-Argh!

BOTH: Ribs.

-She would've seen my shoes!

-Who?

-Who do you think? They were just lying here...

-So?

So, how many women do you know in Holby that wear £400 shoes?

400 quid?!

Hitch the chipper to Misty. Follow the ambulance to Holby.

And park them outside. Don't leave anything on site, right?

You leave anything on this site and you know what happens?

-Repo man.

-That's right.

-Looking like a woman in charge.

-Morning.

-Morning.

There were some shoes, really big ones. Jimmy Choos.

Right in the middle of the floor. I saw the shoes.

Right, this is Stanley Hogg, 56. He was hit by the limb of a tree.

-He has got a graze on his forehead from a chain saw.

-Grazed?

-Yeah.

-One very lucky hombre.

-Yeah, I'd say.

Blunt chest trauma, bilateral breath sounds,

pulse 120, BP 130/85, SATs 96%, he has had ten of morphine so far.

OK, let's get him through to this bed.

-OK. This one, yeah?

-Yeah.

-Stanley, we are nearly there, mate.

Nearly there, son, you done really well.

Right, Stanley, when you are ready I am going to ask you to shift

yourself over there for me, please.

OK, you ready? We all ready? OK, take your time, mate.

Nice and slowly. That's it. Good man.

Pain score's nine out of ten still.

Understood. Let's titrate some more morphine and organise a chest X-ray.

Stanley, you were hit by a tree?

-Little left hook. Never saw it coming.

-"Left hook"?

It didn't "hit" me. It fell on me.

-Right, Stanley, see you later, love.

-Bye, my angel.

Do you think Stanley's little angel

might be able to flutter her little angel wings all

the way over to the coffee shop and get me a cup of tea?

-Give me five minutes.

-Eh?

-Off to polish my halo.

-Seriously?

-Once a biker, always a biker.

Yeah, until you're dead.

-Come to cheer me up, again?

-Why, you miserable?

I got this bike racing box set, how am I going to be miserable?

No cards. No visitors. No grapes...

We know your dad's a waste of space, but I thought maybe your mum...

-What, are you grape monitor now or something?

-I'm just saying.

Hello, I'm Dr Hanna. Ginny, so you've had a fall?

She just collapsed, in the gazebo. Went down with a terrible thud.

-Did she faint?

-Didn't lose consciousness.

Bloods have gone off. BM is fine at 7.

Hello, Ginny, can you hear me?

Great. Can you tell me what day it is?

-It's my birthday.

-Is it?

-Yes.

Well, there are better places you could spend your birthday.

She feels clammy. Have you got any chest pains?

Yes, it's very tight. Across here.

I can feel my heart just thumping. Don't tell Annabelle.

She's in a narrow complex tachycardia.

-Rates between 160 and 180.

-BP is 100/60.

-X-ray.

We'll get her chest X-ray. Also I asked about medications.

She seems unclear, so I've ordered her GP notes.

-Has anything like this happened before?

-No.

Was there anything different about today?

-No. She was gardening.

-Was it particularly strenuous?

Potting shed, mainly. Pricking out.

-SHE GIGGLES

-Sorry.

Ginny, apart from the chest pains, have you got pain anywhere else?

-No.

-BP is 90. Compromised PAF?

-PAF?

-Paroxysmal atrial fibrillation.

-Oh, God.

Don't worry, it sounds much worse than it is.

Electrical system in the heart's gone a bit awry,

but we can sort it out. Shall we prep for cardioversion?

No, let's start with the amiodarone.

But if her BP gets any lower we will have to shock her.

Shock her?!

-It's a hospice, on the coast.

-A hospice?

The head of nursing's called Antony Ling.

Cheers, Louise, I owe you one.

He is very officious.

Antony? Coming from you that's almost a compliment.

Did he give any idea how long she...?

Was it months? Weeks?

I really appreciate you stepping in like this.

Always happy to help.

Just up against it more than usual today.

Time management can be tricky.

So, she's a middle-aged woman.

She is not overweight, looks to be in good health,

but she keeled over in her gazebo.

Heart rate irregular, she is complaining of chest pains

and shortness of breath.

BP's bottoming out at 90.

Paroxysmal atrial fibrillation?

Yeah, I'm feeling we should medicate with amiodarone first.

Or just shock her.

Well, let's try the amiodarone first.

Are you wearing those voluntarily?

Fractured ribs, widespread tenderness.

-PHONE RINGING TONE: 'Houston, we have a problem.'

-Apollo 13.

Almost as much a disaster as my life.

Someone's keen to get hold of you, Stanley.

Must be them trying to let me know I just won the rollover...

Do you want me to answer it?

No, no, no, no. Don't think I can take any more luck.

He's had 30 of morphine but I still can't get on top of his pain.

I am going to leave it there, all right?

Pain is over the right side of the chest.

There's artefact on the X-rays.

I can see fractures, but we may need a second set of views.

-He may also have a flail segment.

-Oh. So first we...?

First we review his pain relief.

As he's stable, I would like to send him to CT.

Have I missed something?

No. Nothing.

No chance.

A hospice?

Yeah.

She hates it.

How much does she know about this?

Enough. She knows I stole my dad's bike.

She knows I pranged it.

Face to face, that's one conversation I do not want to be having.

You need to see her.

Yeah, I will when I'm up and walking.

That way, she can't have a go at me for mashing up my leg.

Honestly, love. I don't think you've got that much time.

I thought, "You lying little toad

"pretending to be all on your lonesome." I could see her shoes

-right in the middle of the bedroom.

-Did he pull?

-Max always pulls.

But these weren't just shoes, they were like killer shoes,

like hundreds of pounds, really classy shoes.

Maybe he's got a shoe fetish.

Anyway, I asked him, outright,

I said, "I can see there was someone hiding under the covers.

"I'm not a mug. Whose are those shoes?"

And what did he say?

Zoe? Can I have a quick word about the equipment budget returns?

-Yes, sure.

-Where's your shoes?

-I got a bad back.

There you are, Mrs P, the penthouse suite.

I believe "Chef" has lobster on the menu today.

He does, but I wouldn't touch it,

-the man's a vandal when it comes to shellfish.

-Hey.

Do you want to earn yourself a tenner, mate?

Well, I am flattered, but I am really not that kind of porter,

-though I'm sure Lofty would...

-No, really.

I just need someone to get me into a taxi.

-Right.

-I want to go and visit my mum.

Well, I want three backing singers and a record deal.

Not being funny, mate.

The state of you, you're not going anywhere.

-Shush.

-CLEARS THROAT

Gentlemen?

So you want me to tell him the chipper's still attached?

-Da.

-Will do.

-Repo man.

-Take it easy.

-Tess, you got a minute?

-Not really.

It's just...I was wondering...

I don't want to ask, but I could do with some overtime.

You're not alone there.

If there's a chance of any extra shifts...

-When I do the new off-duty, I'll see.

-OK. Thanks.

What you thinking?

You do a bunk in a taxi, and that leg is finished.

My mum. She knows I did all this

on the day that she went into the hospice.

And what, she'll blame herself?

She doesn't need any more fuss or stress, or anything.

So I played it down. OK?

She doesn't know the full extent?

You do want to see her?

Yeah. But I don't want to turn up in an ambulance.

It's going to freak her out. Come on, Dix.

That's if we could even get you one.

No offence.

But no mum, sick or not, needs to see her son turning up

surrounded by a bunch of...well, you know, you guys.

Today, we're all you've got.

-Amiodarone. Any improvement?

-Minimal.

Her VBG is normal, just waiting for the formal lab results.

And her GP notes.

We're not crystal clear on any meds she might be on.

-Bloods?

-Still waiting.

VOICES ECHO

If her BP drops below 90, we should definitely cardiovert her.

I think Zoe was more of a mind to medicate and sit and wait.

Then clearly she shouldn't have asked me what I think.

-Fabric conditioner?

-I wouldn't have thought...

Our home help uses an awful lot of fabric conditioner.

It was cocaine!

What?

Cocaine. I sniffed cocaine.

Like I said, "flail chest".

Two consecutive ribs broken in at least two places.

Also a pneumothorax.

Mr Hogg, we have identified your condition.

A tree fell on me.

You have fractured consecutive ribs in such a way that a segment

of your ribcage has become disconnected and free floating.

It's called flail chest.

Sounds like a kung fu wardrobe.

Argh! Never laughing again.

In order to treat this condition...

-Oh, you beauty!

-..we'll need to...

-And the chipper?

Vlad said it's attached to the towbar.

..insert a tube into your chest...

Now, listen to the lovely doctor.

Your lung has collapsed underneath an area of ribcage

that is no longer properly fixed

and we need to make sure it reinflates.

-PHONE RINGS

-Who is it?

Eight missed calls from Doyle Collection Agency.

Bloodsuckers. Sorry, not you.

If you don't stop talking, I can't be sure you've given me

informed consent and therefore we cannot proceed.

She always this much fun?

To be honest, I think she is a little bit disappointed.

When she heard "chain saw accident"

I think she was hoping for something a little more meaty.

All right.

Her notes. Great, thank you.

Was it someone in your bridge club? Yoga?

-Let's not worry too much just now about where.

-Why?

For good God's sake, Ginny, why did you take it?

-Warfarin. You're taking 5mg of warfarin daily?

-Yes.

It's a prescribed medication, used to reduce the risk of clotting.

You never told me you were taking warfarin.

You out of your mind? We'd lose our jobs.

His mum is dying. No-one needs to know.

It's only an hour away. I checked and his doctor says he's fit to travel.

-In an ambulance?

-Yes.

-Not this ambulance.

Come on, Dix, I'm trying to help you out here, mate.

Sit down, have a cup of tea, get stuck into your admin shift.

Fine, fine, if you won't help me...

No, it's not a question of help. You're not the boy's mother, OK?

He's got under your skin, I understand that.

-Then I'll get another ambulance.

-Come on. Listen to yourself, Dix.

There is no way the DO is going to lend you another ambulance.

Go on, then. Ask him. He'll tell you exactly the same as me.

Idiot.

It would be my pleasure, angel face.

Thanks, Stan. I'll have it back this arvo full of diesel.

Suits me, getting her off the premises.

As vehicles go she is pretty...obvious.

Consider it gone.

Her name is Misty. You be good to her.

Oh, and one thing... A little quid pro quo.

Come on now, Stanley. You know I am a married woman.

It's...my chipper.

-That is not an ambulance.

-There's no flies on you, are there?

It's a step up from a minicab.

Best offer for an ambulance was next week, or a week later maybe.

-It is awesome.

-Promise me you sorted your shift out.

Not a regular shift, just a bank shift, filling in.

Tess isn't going to skin you alive?

For what, helping a patient see his mother?

You don't know my mum. She sees me like this...

At least she gets to see you. Right, gentlemen, all aboard, please.

PHONE RINGS

Still putting the squeeze on you?

Till my flippin' pips squeak.

Simple thing these repo men fail to understand about tradesmen is

you confiscate their tools, they can't work.

No work. No money. No good.

If we could finish this job today, money in,

cross Doyle's sticky palms...

Bish-bosh-bash. Before you know it, Stanley Hogg's back on top.

You all right, Stanley?

Hang on, mate. Doctor Chao. The pain's getting worse.

Still in pain despite 30 milligrams of morphine.

OK, Stanley, I am just going to have a listen.

His lungs are now barely expanding.

Right, his SATs are dropping.

His resps have increased and his heart rate has gone up.

-He needs more pain relief.

-I'm worried if he has more opiate,

it'll knock off his respiratory drive completely.

-Thought about intercostal nerve blocks?

-Of course,

-but the anaesthetist is busy. I checked.

-You do it.

-I've never done one before.

-That's why I'm here.

-Give us a puff.

-No.

-Go away.

-Nice.

-You shouldn't smoke anyway.

Yeah, there's a lot of things I shouldn't be doing.

Max, not appropriate.

While I'm working on hospital premises, not appropriate.

Is it me, or did you just get a lot shorter?

Ginny has a condition called atrial fibrillation which causes

her heart to go into fast irregular rhythm without warning.

Is it very serious?

No, not necessarily. But left untreated it can lead to strokes.

Which the warfarin helps prevent.

And just about the worst thing you can take,

if you're prone to tachyarrythmias, is cocaine.

Even a heart that has no previous problems doesn't like it.

-It was my first time.

-What on earth possessed you?

I'm 55. I wanted to do something...

-Mummy!

-Annabelle.

-Oh, no, I didn't want...

Why is it chest pains? Is it a heart attack?

Is she going to be all right? What tests has she had?

-Who's actually in charge?

-Just calm down...

No, no, don't tell me to calm down!

I just want to know what is wrong with my mother.

-Annabelle, please.

-Annabelle, darling.

-What is going on?!

-I took cocaine.

-What?

MACHINE BEEPS

-Excuse me. The AF's not improving.

-BP is dropping.

-It's choking. I can feel it.

-You took cocaine?!

-Try and stay calm.

-70/30. I'm not getting much of a radial.

Can you give her a bit of room, please?

How immensely, ridiculously stupid can you ever be?

Please. I need you to stand back, thank you!

Do you have any idea what this could do to me?

We're going to sedate her and cardiovert.

Please get her out.

-I'm not totally sure why you're doing this.

-Me neither.

I don't know, people say losing your child

is the worst thing that can happen.

But, if you are a kid, all you've got is your parents.

Come on, Lofty, I thought you was in charge of road trip soundtrack.

-Never heard of most of these bands anyway.

-Just stick anything on.

MUSIC: "Jolene" by Dolly Parton

My mum is completely obsessed with Dolly.

She is not the only one.

# Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

# I'm begging of you, please don't take my man

# Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

# Please don't take him just because you can... #

She's been shortlisted as the next candidate for Holby South.

Yes. Well, that's your job, isn't it?

You understand what we're about to do now?

We are going to attempt DC cardioversion

to shock the heart,

to reboot it back to a normal rhythm.

OK, I am happy. Charging to 100.

Oxygen away. All clear.

Sorry, you need to let go. Step away, please.

-Clear.

-Clear.

-Shocking.

She hasn't converted. Charging again.

This is a total disaster. I mean, it could completely ruin my...

-Clear.

-Clear.

-Shocking.

Oh, God.

OK, she is back in sinus. Oxygen, please.

All you have to do is first identify the neurovascular bundle

on the ultrasound.

OK, you see that?

Once you know where the juice is going,

you position the needle just under the subcutaneous layer,

as tight to the nerve bundle as possible.

And then, very carefully you inject the local around the nerve.

-The way you did that, it was very...

-Exciting.

-Proficient.

OK. So now why don't you give it a go?

-Really?

-Yeah.

-See one, do one.

-OK.

Then you find the spot just in here.

Yeah.

There we go.

Right, now just slide it in, in a bit more and out.

In and out a bit, yeah.

Feel that? Very nice.

OK, now time for the juice.

That is it.

So good.

Thank you.

Fletch... Um...

These two gentlemen are looking for a Mr Stanley Hogg.

Stanley Hogg?

-They think he might be a patient, admitted this morning.

-OK.

Sorry, chaps, doesn't ring any bells.

Besides, we got patient confidentiality...

So I think it is probably best if you two go to St James',

because we haven't got anyone of that name here.

-She just swapped shifts with Lofty.

-Dixie's gone AWOL too, apparently.

-You any idea where they have gone?

-I am just a humble porter...

He asked you a question. Do you know anything about this?

Yeah, they took a patient, Leo I think his name was,

-to see his mum, she is dying.

-They should know better.

Dixie especially should know better than this.

It doesn't reflect well on Lofty's judgment.

And you, swapping shifts without consulting me.

-What were you thinking of, Robyn?

-I don't know, I'm sorry.

So this is what you were gossiping about earlier on?

-Yes... That and...

-Yes.

I'm furious with them. And I am so disappointed in you.

-What's that coughing about?

-It's nothing.

Go check his chest for me, please.

It's nothing. It's just a frog.

It's a bit too much country and western.

Come on. We're here now, Dix.

Hello.

This is Leo Wren. He's here to see Scarlet Wren.

She's his mum. He's her son. They're related.

-It's like a vet's waiting room. Aw! Look. Sweet.

-Hello.

-I see you've met Gherkin.

-I'm Dixie. Lofty and Leo.

And I am guessing you're Antony.

We've just come all the way from Holby, Leo's a patient there.

-I'm sorry to say your journey has been wasted.

-What...?

-Oh, no, you don't mean...

-Oh, no, no, no. She's resting.

Scarlet is still very much with us, but she won't see anyone.

-Yeah, but this is her son.

-She has strict stipulations.

-But Leo's her son.

-Doesn't matter, Dix.

Don't take this personally, she chooses to have no visitors.

Don't take it personally? He's 19 years old.

He's just gone through a near-death experience...

-Do not raise your voice in here.

-OK, OK, I'm sorry.

-I'm really sorry, I'm just trying to help.

-Leave it, Dix.

-Can't you just tell her that her son's here?

-No.

-That he's travelled all the way...

-She is not to be disturbed.

Her wish is to be in control of her last days

-and to dictate her care routine.

-Please.

-Come on, mate.

-Go and tell her he's here.

If she still wants him to go then... then he'll go.

She still wants him to go.

Some kind of mid-life crisis... I've never done cocaine before.

Never been anything but a good girl.

Good girl for Daddy.

Good girl for Nanny. Good girl at school.

Good wife. Good mother.

Good, good, good.

Well, my advice -

you might live longer if you continue being good.

My mother didn't.

-Is that what this is about?

-She was chopped down at 58.

She never did anything she really wanted to do.

Certainly nothing naughty. She was just always so, so good.

That's not going to be me.

Look at the state of you. You did this to yourself?

It was an accident. Well, sort of.

What a stupid thing to do. You should feel ashamed.

-He's only a kid.

-Go away.

I don't want to see the mess you've got yourself in.

And I don't want you seeing me here in this God-awful place.

We could go outside? Maybe into the garden.

And get pushed round the azaleas like a couple of geriatrics?

No. Go away.

I did warn you.

I don't believe that.

-Leo, I'm really sorry you had to be treated that way.

-OK.

One thing my mum does not do is emotional blackmail.

Won't do parenting, more like.

We will never, ever guilt-trip her into coming out with me.

Guilt-trip?

We need carrot. Not stick.

-What about a visit to the beach?

-Yeah, but just beach is too tame.

She's a proper biker chick.

That's how she met my dad. Total thrill-seeker.

-Total nutter, more like.

-Yeah, exactly, a nutter.

What's the nuttiest thing a dying woman would want to do?

Yeah, that's more like it.

HORN BLARES AND MUSIC PLAYS

So when you were helping Dixie load a sick teenage patient

into the camper van, what were you thinking exactly?

I was thinking, "Nice camper van."

Is this a joke to you?

Do you not understand how important my job is?

-This is not a joke. None of it is.

-I never said it was.

This is my hospital. My department. My responsibility.

"Your" hospital?

I have to trust my staff, Max, they have to look up to me.

-Really, I had no idea.

-Is that you being funny again?

And I know Robyn asked about my shoes on your bedroom floor.

-She did.

-And of course, you told her...

-I did.

-Well, thank you...

-I told her I pulled an air hostess.

Even told her I could get her a free upgrade

if she wants to fly to Dubai, which obviously maybe she doesn't.

Oh, and by the way, I didn't tell you about Dixie

and Lofty to get them into trouble.

I told you to try and keep them out of it.

Well, that just shows how naive you are.

Yeah, I guess it does.

I really don't think this is a good idea.

Shut up, Antony.

I see where you get your manners from.

Right, ma'am, your carriage awaits.

MUSIC: "Islands In The Stream" by Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton

# Islands in the stream, that is what we are

# No-one in-between, how can we be wrong?

# Sail away with me to another world

# And we rely on each other, ah-ah

# From one lover to another, ah-ah... #

LAUGHTER AND CHEERING

Go, Mum!

This is a thousand kinds of wrong.

You have no idea how many regulations I am breaking.

-Yeah, we kind of do.

-Sand in her wheel bearings alone.

She really should not be sitting there.

Big scheme of things... does it really matter?

-No.

-Here you go.

-Thanks.

-Get your gums around that. Candyfloss?

-Nice.

-What is it?

-Oh, Antony, just try it, eh?

Mum, you said, "Strictly no crying".

It's a reaction to the salt water, not crying.

-Has my mascara run?

-Yeah.

Damn it. It's supposed to be waterproof.

I so did not want you to see me like this.

I didn't want you to see me like this.

-I had no idea how badly you were hurt.

-Mum?

Don't say it.

Whatever you were going to say, some naff cliche.

Look at me.

Teenage tearaway gets herself pregnant.

Grows up to become a single mum,

with a motorbike-stealing delinquent son, gets terminal cancer...

and dies. How cliche is that?

Mum, you just did the Ultimate Adrenaline Rib-Ride across the bay

strapped to a morphine pump!

-I think you are the opposite of cliche.

-That's sweet of you.

Mum, you in pain?

Of course I'm in pain. I'm dying of cancer.

-Look, I'll get Antony...

-No. No!

I don't need his miserable face telling me what I should do.

Not yet.

Mum! Your nails.

The bitter teenage boy rebel

I-hate-everyone-especially-my-father shtick has got to stop, OK?

-You hear me?

-Oww! Yes. Your nails!

You are better than this. Do you understand?

Yeah.

Right.

-Now we get to do the cliche.

-What?

This is the bit where I tell you I haven't stopped loving you

since the very first moment you slalomed out.

Urgh, Mum!

You get to tell me how much you're going to miss me.

Yeah, yeah, I will.

-I so, so will.

-OK.

You can cry.

What else?

Is there anything else that you feel you want or need to do?

We can do it together.

-Except drugs.

-Apart from drugs.

Everything. I want to go backpacking in India.

Sleep under stars.

Go skinny-dipping in the ocean.

-Naked?

-As the day we were born.

-It won't be a pretty sight.

-I don't care how stupid we look.

I just want us to live our lives - for us.

I should be so cross with you.

But then... I just think that you nearly...

They shocked you with electricity. And your heart,

-your little heart...

-Annabelle, my sweet.

I'm so scared of losing you.

You and Daddy have always made my life so...well, so easy.

I've never felt so...

This may come as a shock, but none of this is about you.

Do you understand?

Nor Daddy, nor William. This was... well, IS about me.

Just about me.

I'm definitely going to get me a dog. Breathe in, out.

You're a little hotter than I'd like.

I'm excited, with a heavy candyfloss rush. What do you expect?

Right, the second you feel anything, you give me a shout, yeah?

Or bark.

-You done a good thing, Dix.

-No, we did.

No, you pulled it off.

Oh, it seemed like the right thing to do.

If we'd left it to the proper channels to do the right thing...

-Might never've happened, eh?

-Or happened too late.

-How's handsome doing?

-How you doing, Leo?

HE STUTTERS AND COUGHS

-How you feeling? Dix, pull over, yeah?

-OK.

Leo, can you hear me? Speak to me, Leo. You OK, mate?

Right, breathe in. Deep breaths. Out. Where we going, Leo?

-The footie?

-Slowly.

He's tachycardic. Pulse is weak. He's really hot.

We need to get him to hospital, fast.

Do you want to phone it through,

tell them we are on our way? Get some O2 on him as well, please.

He's only had O2. He's became drowsy. He's tachycardic and pyrexial.

You been on your holidays?

Yeah, felt like it, until about five minutes ago.

-Leo, I'm Rita.

-Can't keep away from us, can you, love?

No. You're not going in there.

-Oh, come on, Zoe, I need to know he's OK.

-No! You listen to me.

What you did today, I don't care why you did it.

It was dangerous, unprofessional and totally inappropriate.

-And that goes for you, too.

-No, it's not his fault.

-I told him I needed a nurse and I had permission...

-Don't care.

You go and wait for Tess. And you, get out of my department.

-Are you in pain?

-Looks like sepsis.

-He needs a fluid bolus.

-IV antibiotics.

-Taz and gent?

-Exactly. Synchronicity.

What is?

When we work together. A kind of subconscious rhythm.

Do you not feel that?

-Can you run through an art line for me?

-Yeah.

You see that? Nothing!

-Most junior female doctors lap that stuff up.

-Unbelievable.

Right, your Misty is safe and sound for now.

As for the other thing - the big yellow munchy thing -

that's in an ambulance bay.

-So if I was you, I'd get it moved sharpish.

-Thanks, mate.

How's my angel of the ambulance?

A little singed.

I think she flew a little bit too close to the sun.

Still, at least you can get back to work when you are better.

Yeah. A chip and a chair.

Chip and a chair. That's a poker saying?

That's right. That's all I need, is a chip and a chair,

and I'm still in the game.

-You a bit of a gambling man, Stanley?

-Was, Mr Fletcher. Was.

What a big, fat fool I was. Horses, dogs, blackjack, poker...

-Loved them all...

-Right.

Back then, when I had two businesses.

Four trucks. A Mrs Hogg. Little baby Hoggs.

So I am guessing it didn't end well.

What's it look like? I live in a camper,

hiding from the repo man, I been hit by a tree.

No, Mr Fletcher...

..it didn't end well.

-Glad to see you rescued your shoes.

-Some sacrifices are just too big.

-Is that right?

-So, what are you looking for?

No, I'm just trying to work out

where "your" hospital ends and the rest of the world begins.

Listen, I'm sorry.

No, seriously, is it here or is it here?

Cos it feels like it could be here. I should probably check with you.

-Are we off hospital property yet?

-Yes. Yes, we are.

-Good.

-Oh.

OK, so not in your hospital... but still inappropriate?

Yeah. Me too.

Thank you.

Well, I hope you're proud of yourself.

-You know what, Jeff, I am.

-Good.

Cos you just risked your career, Lofty's, our partnership.

-Brilliant. Taking that boy...

-Leo.

The boy is called Leo and his mum is called Scarlet.

And Scarlet died 20 minutes ago. So, yes, I am proud of myself.

And yes, I would do it all again in a heartbeat, if I had to.

I'm sorry, Dixie. I just...

We've seen hundreds of boys like Leo, I've never once seen...

-Ban Ki-moon.

-What?

Tonight at the Red Lion pub quiz, if they ask you

who is the Secretary General of the United Nations?

It's Ban Ki-bleeding-moon.

I am really sorry about leaving you in the lurch...

You left your colleagues in the lurch.

You made some really irresponsible decisions.

-But minor injuries unit?

-Consider yourself lucky.

-Sunburn and splinters?

-That's Charlie's idea. Not mine.

My solution would have been far more significant.

If you want to earn the trust,

you need to get yourself back into ED. You'll jump at this chance.

I love the ED. I love it here.

Quite simple. It's that, or use the door.

What's going to happen to Dixie?

Just a little chest infection. Nothing to do with the day out.

-Good.

-What a day!

Look, I'm just uploading the photos. Want to have a look?

We had a call from Antony.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

I had the... Well, WE had the best day.

And that was all down to you.

How crazy did she look on that boat?

She looked amazing.

She was crazy.

But amazing.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was.