Estranged Casualty

# We are not two, we are one... #

38.9...

It can't be, can it?

They need to get the cultures sent to the lab.

-She's fitting!

-OK, all right.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey...

Oi! Caleb! Where are you going?

The name of the officer that shot me.

He can't just get away with it.

-You were the wrong man in the wrong place at the wrong time.

-No!

No, I was the wrong black man...

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I'm not Matilda's father...

Hi.

-Here.

-Don't worry.

How... How's Toad doing?

Have you slept?

I need to go.

You're working today?

No. I'm going to go for a shower, then find a 24-hour strip club

and drink tequila shots off a semi-naked woman.

Cal.

We need to talk about this.

What happens now?

Hi. Sorry to bother you.

Can I leave that for Dr Wilkinson, please? It's urgent.

-No problem.

-Thank you.

OK, Maggie, you should start to feel better in the next day or so,

but if it gets any worse, call here straight away.

Ask for me personally, OK?

Oh, thank you, doctor. Thanks.

-Take it easy.

-Bye!

Thank you.

What...?

So...how's she doing?

Cal? How's Matilda?

We ran a paternity test.

Right. And?

Oh.

Something doesn't quite add up.

I didn't notice at first.

My mum's blood group was AB. And this test says my...my...

-Says you're O.

-Yeah.

Which is impossible, right?

They must have made a mistake.

Could be.

I thought you were going to stand me up!

Sorry, bump needed feeding.

You look beautiful, baby. Stunning.

I feel like a beached whale.

You're not the only one...

Oh! Now my make-up's ruined.

I love you so much. And I love you too, little lady.

-Lally!

-It's a girl. I can feel it!

Dad!

I don't understand?!

You invited him? Chloe, we talked about this!

Chloe?

It's my wedding.

I...I really want him here. Please be OK with it.

And are you OK with it, Frank?

You organised all of this. Behind my back?

That's a no, then.

We need to go.

Please stay.

Right. Now get your shoulder into it, all right?

Keep your eyes focused and don't give anything away.

If your opponent spots any weakness, then you're finished.

Right. Eyes focused.

All right. You ready?

I was born ready.

Don't ever say that again.

OK.

Right. Fiver on Lofty, each way.

-How can it be each way? There's only two of them.

-Er...50p on Max.

-Good luck.

-Yeah.

Right. Come on, then, Maxwell. Eye of the tiger and all that.

-Right. Come on.

-Three, two, one - and go!

-Come on, Maximillian!

-Come on, Max! Come on, Max!

Come on, Max! Reign, son!

Tactics! That's the way! Keep it going!

Well, it's not exactly the Rumble in the Jungle, is it?

Come on, Lofty. Push!

I am pushing.

-I'm bored.

-Me, too.

Has anyone seen Dr Choa?

-Thankfully not.

-What you doing?!

Sorry, coach.

Right, rematch after work, yeah?

So this is what you get up to in here?

Look, it's just a bit of fun.

All right? You're allowed to have some fun, Connie.

Is that right, Muscles?

What's that supposed to mean?

So the clinic must have mixed up my sample with someone else's, right?

And you're still convinced that Matilda is yours?

Yeah. Yeah...where there's hope.

Eh? You... You're doing another test?

I'll leave you both to it.

The lab, they made a mistake...they...

No. No. Cal, I know you...

you...you've had a massive shock.

But you need to take your head out of the sand.

Wow. Tough love.

It doesn't suit you, bro.

I promise to care for you above all others, to give you my love

and friendship, support and comfort...

..and to respect and cherish you throughout our lives together.

Now, it gives me great pleasure to...

Dad!

I'm sorry, darling.

-GUESTS GASP

-Dad, wait!

Chloe!

Dad, where are you going?

SHE SCREAMS

SCREAMING

GUESTS CLAMOUR

Dad! Dad! Dad!

Dad!

Ha-ha! So, what?

You two? Rematch after work?

Brace yourself, Lofty - in for a serious pasting.

-Oooh...

-I thought it was an arm wrestle.

Is Zoe in today?

Yeah, she's on leave. Gone away for a bit, according to Connie.

All right for some.

SIREN WAILS

What the...?

Brilliant.

Sir. You can't leave that here.

Park it up for us, pal.

I could be here for a while.

Right. Where's all the bleedin' doctors?

All on a tea break, I expect.

No, sorry, sir, you need to register first!

Oh, come on, then, get on with it.

I've heard of crashing a wedding.

Stop it.

Actually, it looks more like an antenatal class.

I thought I'd seen it all on this gig. Clearly not.

Over here. Chloe Wilkinson. She's 24 years old.

She's had a heavy blow to her abdomen. She's 37 weeks pregnant.

OK, right, Iain, I'll take this one.

-Do you want to triage the rest of the scene, please, mate?

-I'm on it.

It's OK, Chloe, the paramedics are here now.

All right, darling, I'm Dixie.

-It's my baby.

-Try and stay calm for me.

'Scuse me. Thank you.

OK, honey, if you can, can you sit up for me?

There you go. All right, now where's your pain?

-My wrist.

-OK, your wrist. Pain anywhere else?

-No.

Do you know the sex?

-No. I can't feel it moving!

-CREAKING

Right, Iain?

Can I have the scoop, please, lads?

I want to get her out of here as soon as possible!

Yeah, yeah - make your way over there, please, as quick as you can.

The little one is just sleeping, OK? Probably didn't feel a thing.

Well done, all right, lovely. Yeah?

Ready to go? One, two, three...

Up we go.

It's OK. I'll come in the ambulance with you if that's OK.

-No, no, I want Lally! I want Lally!

-I'm here! I'm here!

-It's better you have a doctor with you, darling.

-OK, quick as you like!

-I just want to make sure the baby is OK!

-OK. OK.

Come on, Iain!

METALLIC CREAKING

Right. Keep going.

Look, I'm in agony here.

So get your pretty little backside back out there

and get somebody who can help.

Mr Shallcross.

The more time you waste fighting me, is time when I could be getting

the relevant information to start a course of treatment.

-Everything all right?

-Yeah.

And the longer you persist like this, the more chance you'll have

of your bladder bursting and urine spreading into your abdomen.

After the complete and utter agony of that, do you know what'll happen?

-No...?

-You'll die.

Did you hear what Foghorn just said to me?

-Foghorn?!

-OK. Staff Nurse Tyler, a word, please.

He's a frightened and vulnerable patient.

He's a grumpy old git.

-Lou...

-Oh, do you know what? You deal with him!

Do you think you can keep your cool?

What's that supposed to mean exactly?

I saw what you did to that innocent pen.

Chloe Wilkinson, 24, she's 37 we...

At approximately 12.30,

she was hit by a wooden beam from an unstable pergola.

She took a blow to her abdomen

-and she has a nasty laceration to her stomach.

-What he said.

Yup. And you are?

A GP. I used to work A & E, though.

He's also her dad.

I sent them up an hour ago. Yes, it's urgent.

Dr Knight. Resus!

Pulse 98, BP 100/68, resps 22, sats, 97%.

Ah, Cal, can do you do the primary survey?

Please, Robyn, let's get the Doppler on.

Isn't there anybody more senior?

Um, Cal is, um... He's very capable.

-Thank you.

-Cheers, Dixie.

-OK.

OK. Airway clear.

No sign of a pneumothorax.

Good, good.

Could be a bleed. Shouldn't she have an ultrasound?

Please, just worry about the baby.

He hasn't checked her neck.

There's no brace, so...I assumed it was cleared at the scene?

-Never assume.

-Eh... Let's calm down for a second.

This could have had catastrophic implications for my daughter.

Yes. But it didn't, did it?

I want him out of here.

If he doesn't leave, I'll report what's happened to the trust.

Ah... Dr Knight, would you excuse us, please?

Cal.

I'm sorry, but she is very important to me.

Chloe!

Oh, my God, are you OK?

Oh, it's just my wrist.

-Sorry, who is this?

-It's my wife, Lally.

Were you involved in the accident? Have you been checked over?

I needed to see you first.

You need to go and get that treated.

Is everything OK with the baby?

BEATING

There we go.

SHE SIGHS

How do you do? You giving them a hard time?

Nice to see you.

Charlie - how did you win the old goat round like that?

-Really?

-Yeah.

Give as good as you get.

-How bad is it?

-It looks nasty, but it's a pretty common fracture.

When can I get back to see Chloe?

We're about to have a baby.

Ah, well, we're going to give you some pain relief

and then manipulate it back into place.

I just want to see to my wife,

so please just crack on. No pun intended.

I'll go and find a nurse. I won't be too long.

Sorry, Mr Wilkinson. You'll have to wait.

Lally...

you're 24.

There must be places you want to see, countries you want to visit.

You want to have fun, not be stuck at home with a crying baby.

I can help.

You're trying to pay me off?

That sounds crass.

Because it is crass.

That wedding must have cleaned you out.

Get out.

There don't seem to be any deep structures involved.

So... I think we can close this up here.

Are you sure? You don't want to send her up to theatre?

Um, I don't want to be rude, but you work in general practice.

Why don't you leave the emergency medicine to us?

Dad...

Now, you will feel a little tender after this and given your condition,

you may need a little help at home for the next few days.

That'll be me.

I've got Lally.

I really thought you'd have grown out of this by now.

Grown out of what?

This...phase.

Phase?

So you're experimenting. Fine, I get that.

But enough is enough.

We're starting a family.

Oh, right, a test tube baby?

I'm sorry. It's not just you any more, Chloe.

That's what being a parent is all about - putting their needs first.

Being utterly selfless.

SHE GASPS IN PAIN

My waters broke!

Perfect. Um.

So how come you ended up in a girl's job, then?

You're not smart enough to be a doctor?

Oh... You got me all figured out, Mr Shallcross.

Now, if you'd like to open up your trousers,

we can see exactly what we're dealing with.

See if we can get you sorted out quickly.

And this might be cold.

Yeah, looks like you've got nearly a litre of fluid in there.

So let's get a catheter in there immediately.

OK? Anyone you like us to call?

No.

You sure?

I said no, didn't I?

What are you, deaf as well as stupid?

Cal, your blood work.

(Please, please, please, please, please.)

Argh!

I'm sorry, Cal.

I'm really sorry.

So I lose Matilda.

And now I find out my mum is not my real mum.

Seriously?

What the hell, Charlie?

You should talk to your brother.

Ethan.

What if he's not my brother?

SHE SCREAMS

What.... What's wrong...?

We don't know if the baby is putting a stress on your heart,

or if there's another internal injury.

OK, Chloe, the head is out.

On the next contraction,

I want you to push with everything you've got, OK?

-OK, it's literally like going to the toilet, all right?

-OK.

OK... Here we go... Yup...

OK...

I can't... I can't hear it breathing!

-We're just clearing the airway.

-What's wrong? What's happening?

-What's happening?

-It's all right, darling, it's all right.

Come on, little one.

BABY CRIES

OK, there we go.

There we go!

There's your baby girl.

Oh... Hi, baby girl!

Where's Lally?

I'll go and find her out for you.

Can you move all your fingers?

It doesn't appear to be broken.

Who the hell am I, Charlie?

The same person.

I mean, my real mum...she... she must still be out there, right?

And my dad? Who's my dad?

Hey.

Bad news, I take it.

Yeah.

I'm really sorry, Cal.

Wh... what?

What is it?

I need to get back to work.

So where are you from, then?

London.

No, I mean, where are you really from, you know, Africa or somewhere?

I'm not being racist. My mate Fat Paul, he's black.

Well, brown, actually.

My family is from Nigeria, Mr Shallcross.

Ah... Right, right.

So what do you think about all these immigrants coming over here?

Well, obviously, I think it's a good thing.

You're not afraid of losing your job?

Why would I be? I work hard.

Cos I was down the post office the other day,

I'm not kidding you, it was like a bleedin' UN convention.

Nobody spoke English.

I'm just going to give you a shot of lignocaine gel into your urethra.

Now it might sting a bit,

but it will make the passage for the catheter easier, OK?

Is it going to hurt?

Harry.

Have you been behaving yourself?

What are you talking about?

Have you had unprotected sexual intercourse lately?

No. I haven't.

No, I haven't!

I mean, what sort of a question is that?

-Look at the nick of me.

-You've got some discharge, Harry.

Could be an infection from a sexually transmitted disease.

You're off your rocker, pal.

I haven't been near a woman since...

Look, erm, Harry, I'm just trying to help you, OK?

Well, get on with the thingamajig then and stop rabbiting on.

OK, your heart rate's coming down, so that's good.

Means there's nothing else wrong with you.

Now, we'll probably keep you here just for a little while

to be sure, and then we'll have you admitted in to the labour ward, OK?

OK. Your name's Dylan, right?

Yes? Yes, yes.

Well, I was thinking, it might be nice to name her

after the doctor that brought her into this world.

Uh...she's a girl!

-Here she is.

-Chloe! Hey! You OK?

-Hi!

Mummy meet Dylan. Dylan, mummy.

Oh, come on!

She's so beautiful!

-I know, look at that...

-Oh...

Congratulations...both of you.

You're quite a big boy, aren't you?

Do you go to the gym a lot?

Yeah, I like to keep fit.

Ah.

Well, there's keeping fit,

and there's trying to impersonate the Incredible Hulk.

What happened?

Did you get bullied at school?

Yeah...I think you did.

I think that's what's happened.

And now you want to make sure that nobody does it to you again.

And fair play, mate, fair play, they wouldn't dare.

I know what you're trying to do, you know.

Right.

What's that, then?

HE CHUCKLES

Listen. While you're here,

this leg's been giving me terrible jip.

OK, it's probably just a little bit of arthritis.

You'll need to go back and see your GP.

And there we go again.

Sorry?

Typical useless NHS.

British pensioner with chronic leg pain -

fob him off with old person's disease and ship him out.

20-year-old Polish guy comes in with an ingrown toenail,

it's a different story, isn't it?

All hands on deck for that.

Now, that's not true.

You hardly looked at it.

GP, Mr Shallcross.

Treat 'em and street 'em, eh? Rubbish NHS.

Told ya.

I need to do some push-ups or something.

-Jacob.

-Mm? Ah, you're joking me.

No, no, no, no, no, Harry!

No! Absolutely not!

I'll just do it again, when you've gone.

No. See, nothing happens in here without me knowing about it.

Is that right?

Mm-hm.

Hey, nursie!

What?

My granddaughter, Colette.

You asked me if there was anyone I wanted to contact.

Will you contact her for me? Please?

If it's not too much trouble?

I'll take cubicles two and four, all right?

You're already up to your eyes in it.

Yeah, well, someone's got to treat them, haven't they?

Cal. Hey.

Look, erm... Everyone's written little messages.

Except Mrs Beauchamp.

She just wrote, Connie.

Listen, I was thinking. You love that girl.

Yeah? Maybe...maybe we could speak with social services and...

and see what options there are available for us.

We can't just abandon the little toad.

Her name is Matilda.

Yeah.

Ethan...

..do you know where Mum kept our birth certificates?

I don't think I've ever seen mine.

Ah... Why?

I think, um... I think I'm...

Ethan, Cal!

She's not breathing! No, where are they? They're not here yet!

She started making gurgling noises, then she stopped breathing.

We tried suction.

-OK.

-Please...

-Let's have a look.

-I don't think she breathing!

-Just going to have a listen.

Good, the suction's cleared it.

-Is she breathing?

-Don't worry.

OK. Airway's clear.

OK, I'll see you later. Love you.

You're chatting to a dog?

Um... Yeah. It's something that the kennels do.

It lets them know they've not been abandoned.

Do you believe in God, Dr Keogh?

Um...

Do you?

Erm... Um... eh...

what do I believe?

Erm... I believe that religion relies on arbitrary belief

and unfounded hope.

You're an atheist.

Ye... er... Not at Christmas.

Oh, that's Santa Claus, isn't it?

When my wife was dying, just over a year ago...

You're going to have to excuse me, I'm sorry...

..she made me promise her one thing - that I'd keep Chloe right.

So that she'd see her in heaven.

Eh, no, hang on. Your daughter's gay so you think she's going to hell?

You tell me to keep my nose out of it.

Keep your nose out of it.

Right, I think your daughter seems like a very sensible, kind,

level-headed young woman, erm...

peculiar taste in baby-naming excepted...

but, you know, gas and air aside,

I think she's mature enough to make her own decisions.

You don't have kids, do you?

That's totally irrelevant.

You wouldn't say that if you did. Mature enough?!

What does it even mean? BEEPING

Right, you'll have to excuse me, I'm afraid.

Erm, you might want to come with me, actually.

Harry Shallcross? He's my grandfather?

Er...

Cu...cubicle three.

Who's that?

BOTH: Mr Shallcross's granddaughter.

Nice skirt,

for a hooker.

What's that?

I think Mr Shallcross has been mugging you off, Jacob.

Right.

-Out! Come on, now!

-Don't touch me! Get your hand off!

Hey! I paid for this you know!

What is this?

She stopped breathing!

It was just some mucus but we've cleared it. She's fine now.

Aren't you, sweetheart?

You're a natural.

You need to have eyes in the back of your head, Chloe.

It's not her fault.

These things happen in newborns, your father knows that.

I need you to come home with me. OK, you get that, yeah?

That's not happening.

There is no more discussion.

I get a say, you know. She's mine, too.

-In what way?

-Sorry?

In what way is this your child?

You have no biological link to her at all.

-That means nothing.

-It means EVERYTHING!

Guys, this really isn't the place.

Your daughter is gay, Mr Wilkinson.

Chloe is a lesbian.

It doesn't matter what you or your precious God thinks.

You need to get over it.

-OK...

-What do you know about my God?!

And Jesus said to the crowds:

"Blessed are the merciful for they shall obtain mercy,

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

"Blessed are the peacemakers,

"for they shall be called the children of God.

"Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake,

"for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

God will judge us, Mr Wilkinson, not you.

I wasn't the only one there without their mum and dad.

Lally, are you OK?

I just need some air.

He tried to pay me off.

Your dad tried to pay me off.

Dad.

You're my little girl.

You need to go.

No. No, I'm not leaving.

-Right, come on.

-Get your hands off me.

Can't you see what you're doing to her?

You're making her so unhappy.

Chloe and your grand-daughter

will be better off without you, all right?

You should just leave.

I get it.

The fear of the most important thing in your life

being snatched away from you.

Go home. Get your head straight.

-I don't... I don't need pity.

-Dr Knight.

I'm not some sad pathetic parent

who's so wrapped up in their own melodrama,

they can't do their job properly.

I just want to be treated like a doctor. All right? Nothing else.

That man, in there, is in shock about what's happened to his daughter.

And as her doctors, it is our job to help them.

YOU did not do your job.

Instead, you added to his turmoil.

Dr Knight, you stay away from that family.

Otherwise you will be suspended pending a review

of your emotional and mental fitness for clinical practice.

Do I make myself clear?

Do you think she's better off?

What?

Without you in her life? Without all this chaos?

Do you think Grace is better off?

Charlie, I...

I think I need to let Matilda go.

I think you should go and see her.

Spend some more time with her before you decide.

Because there really is no going back.

I need to think.

I'm guessing you don't smoke.

I am not going to talk about her with you.

We're not going to do that.

My parents are religious.

They're pretty serious about it.

Anyway, some lad from my college thought it would be funny to

tell them that I was gay.

They sent a text to my dad's phone.

I got home and my mum was in tears

and my dad just sat there staring at nothing.

He asked me if it was true and, I was going to lie to him,

but...he could see it in my eyes.

Then he stood up, walked to the drawer

and took out his cheque book and wrote me a cheque for nine grand.

He told me to never come back unless I changed my "ways".

I haven't heard from them in six years.

Do they know about the baby?

Yeah, they know.

Funny thing is, their cash paid for the wedding.

I know you don't approve of me...

but I love her, Mr Wilkinson, with all of my heart.

And I will protect her, I'll protect both of them.

I swear to you.

You shouldn't smoke.

Are you really going to call her Dylan?

No chance. Chloe's hormones.

I thought we could call her Jane.

After Chloe's mum.

SHE GROANS

Lally? Lally?

Lally! Can you hear me? Lally, did you hit your head?

-She got an output?

-Yeah.

Let's get a trolley please, quick!

You threw water over a patient?!

He smacked my bum.

Well, he's complained in writing which will have to be investigated.

She's done nothing wrong. He's difficult.

That's our job! Dealing with difficult patients.

That's what we do.

Day in, day out. Isn't it?

Yeah, but he's a racist. And he hates the NHS.

The only reason he's here is because he can't afford to go private.

Harry Shallcross is a frequent flier here. He always uses the NHS.

And for your information, his late wife was from Pakistan.

He's not a racist.

He's winding you up. Be careful.

That's what he does.

I didn't realise.

Lally?!

She must have hit her head at the wedding.

No, it was her wrist. She broke her wrist! It's...

She needs surgery, sweetheart, urgently.

Lally, Lally, baby...

Her GCS has dropped to four, she's blown a pupil

and there's no time to wait for an anaesthetist.

We'll do the RSI here. Charlie, can we get 5mg of thiopentone, please,

-and 100 of sux?

-Yes. Robyn.

I thought you were seeing Matilda.

Yeah, but...

We've got this. Go.

Her parents?

I'll call them. PHONE RINGS

It's ringing.

OK, Robyn? Right. Cric on then, please, Charlie.

-Yeah.

-What...what are you doing?

We're going to put her to sleep to stop the brain from swelling

and creating any more injury.

She won't feel any pain.

Can I have a size 7.5 tube, please?

I'll crash call the anaesthetist and check the ITU bed state.

Right, you have a bit of a raised temperature, Harry.

That's because I'm around you.

Behave.

OK. We have the results of your swab, Mr Shallcross.

The swab indicates that you've got gonorrhoea.

What? I've got the clap?

Pain, discharge. The inflamed knee could be linked.

Well, it could be gonococcal arthritis

-but it would be unusual to have both symptoms.

-Aah!

Sorry... Yeah... Right, let's refer you to the GU clinic.

Harry here has a liking for ladies of the night.

Harry.

So tell me about your wife.

I bet she was a real broad, right?

Oh, yes. Yes, she was.

We used to play together every night.

I miss her.

So is that why you use...?

Look. We didn't have kids. I get lonely.

And I know some people think it's wrong

but I like a bit of company from time to time.

That's all.

Give her a few more moments...

to be happy.

Is Lally out of theatre? How did it go?

Darling...

Can we see her?

You want to see your mummy, don't you?

Erm, shall I... take the baby just for a moment?

Yeah.

Sweetheart, Lally didn't make it.

What?

I'm so sorry, the surgeons did everything they could,

but Lally died.

No, no...

You got what you wanted.

What?

You wanted Lally out the way.

-You can't think that.

-You're glad she's dead!

I don't want you. I don't want you! Get away from me!

-Oh, Mrs B... Um...

-What's wrong?

Oh, my...

So, did I pass your little test?

What, upsetting a lonely old man? Yeah...

Right, come on, game on.

Actually, guys. It's game off, I'm afraid.

-Why?

-Well, it's a hospital. Not the place.

Actually, I was just about to take on Staff Nurse Masters myself.

In that case, I'll have a tenner on Mrs B.

-You're having a laugh.

-Hey, I'll have some of that.

Right, here you go. Lofty, hold the stake.

Right! Contenders, you will go on my first whistle!

One, two, three...

HE WHISTLES

Come on, Mrs B, come on, Mrs B...

-Go on, Jacob...

-Come on, Mrs B!

Mr Hannsen!

Ha-ha ha! Thank you very much!

Hey, that's not...

My work here is done.

Hey.

How's Lally?

She didn't make it, Cal.

What?

She was fine.

It was just her wrist? What...?

How could I have missed that, Charlie?

There'll be an enquiry.

But...she didn't present with a head injury.

What do I do now?

Speak to Ethan. Take some time out.

However long you need.

To hurt.

You'll get there.

HE KNOCKS SOFTLY

I just came to say...

Hello.

Oh, you're going to be fine, little Toad. I promise.

You're going to go and live with a family

who are going to give you everything.

Everything that we couldn't.

I'm so sorry.

I am so, so sorry, my beautiful.

And I love you.

Erm... I spoke with Social Services.

They are going to make some arrangements.

But, apparently, in the meantime, we can keep visiting her.

As long as she's near.

I can't.

Caleb? Cal!

Oh, dear...

-Goodnight.

-Night.

Now, you see, if I move the queen over to the...

This is my master move.

Your dad didn't want Lally to be on her own.

LIFT CLANKS

Ethan. What are you doing?

Ethan, please.

OK.

LIFT WHIRS

Ethan, I...

What?

Nothing.

Cal. Let's...

Let's go home...yeah?

We can...we can drink tequila.

Obviously not off semi-naked women.

LIFT CHIMES

Look, we can... we can if you want. It's...

I need to be on my own.

MUSIC: Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou, Lou... Eeeey!

-Yes!

-That's cheating, that is!

Make it a pint, please, and a whisky.

Can you make that a double?

Are you going to join us?

Nope.

PHONE RINGS