The Good Life Casualty

No. No, I can't do this, Jess.

-The Holby Pulse?

-That leaves two of you.

-Please! I never do anything fun!

-Always wanted to do a photo shoot.

We can't save everyone, Ethan.

But I am...

so fed up

with a system that doesn't even give us a chance.

What's that?

I quit.

I don't know anything.

You should tell her the truth. Please.

GROANING

Maniac probably would've killed me if you hadn't fought him off.

Yeah, you dropped the complaint,

but they're still going on with the investigation.

RADIO PLAYS POP MUSIC

PHONE BUZZES AND RINGS

What do you reckon?

Shall I open Pandora's box?

Or shall I let sleeping dogs lie?

RINGING STOPS

Sleeping dogs it is.

PHONE RINGS

Dad? It's Anthony.

Are you there?

Pick up!

Mum, if Dad's still working, tell him it's happening today.

One way or the other.

ANSWER PHONE BEEPS

EMPTY PAN FIZZES

PHONE RINGS

Oh!

ANSWERPHONE BEEPS Hi, Big Mac, it's Rita.

Just a quickie to say we're looking forward to having you

back work today. Any problems, just let me know.

Oi! Steady!

I spent literally minutes putting that thing up.

Why?

A bit of good luck for your disciplinary.

What are you doing?

My job?

Aren't you supposed to be preparing?

It's a disciplinary,

it's not a maths test.

Fail a maths test and you get extra homework,

fail this and you might get another suspension.

Or worse.

Isn't going to happen.

How can you tell that?

I did nothing wrong!

A child was at risk.

I took action. I did my job.

This isn't my fault!

No. It's not. It's mine.

And I intend on telling them that.

All right, Iain?

All right.

I've requested to speak on your behalf to the disciplinary.

Well, thanks...

..but I don't need anyone fighting my battles for me.

Didn't stop you, did it?

She's got a point.

I'm just saying.

Well, the disciplinary is not until this afternoon.

I know, I needed to see you first.

-Can't it wait until after?

-No. It can't.

Well, I'm at work. And I'm in enough trouble as it is.

There is not going be an after, Dix.

I'm leaving. Me and Olivia.

We're moving away.

Tonight.

What are you doing, Dad?

Keeping a promise.

Finishing what I started.

Something you wouldn't understand.

I never made any promises.

This was always your life, not mine.

I didn't mean it like that.

Yes, you did. You always have.

Mum around?

It'll be after nine. She'll be at Bridge Club.

We don't need her for this anyway.

Del Santos have come up with a very reasonable offer.

Their final offer.

They'll take on all the farm's debts. And yours.

But you have to sign. Today.

Look, Dad, I know how much this...

SAW WHIRS

-DROWNED OUT:

-You can't just ignore this, Dad.

It won't go away, not this time.

You can't pretend it's not going to happen.

PINGS AND GRUNTS

HE GROANS

THEY GRUNT

Argh!

-You could have had my eye out!

-Agh!

Better call 999.

It's not that bad.

Not for you.

So where are you going?

Cornwall.

Cornwall?

What's in Cornwall?

No particular order: Sun. Surf. My mum.

Land's End. The Eden Project. Bees.

Bees?

Yeah, quite fancy making honey.

Like The Good Life?

Think of me as Barbara.

What about your career?

Packed it in.

-Just like that?

-Just like that.

But it's the job.

No. It's just a job.

I don't understand.

Fresh start?

Fresh start.

Well, thanks for letting me know, I guess.

Thing is,

me and Olivia, we think it might be nice if you...

join us.

Like a visit?

Or, maybe, something more.

Come with us?

Just leave?

It's not as hard as you think.

Dix?

What do you want me to say?

Yes?

Holby Control to 3006.

Emergency call to Riddlemere Farm.

Male patient, 65, severe laceration to upper arm caused by circular saw.

Patient is conscious and breathing normally.

3006 to Control, message received, over.

-Right, I know Riddlemere Farm.

-All right, let's go.

Right.

Duty calls.

Course. I'll see you at the disciplinary?

And...

Olivia asked me to give you this.

What is it?

She didn't say.

-No. I don't want to discuss it.

-Good.

SIRENS WAIL

SHOUTING

Watch out, old man!

It's beautiful, isn't it?

It's lovely.

It's really nice.

It's airbrushed.

Mac.

Welcome back, mate!

Bruce Willis is in the building!

Leave him alone.

Ah!

-Robyn, it's... it's you.

-Most certainly is!

Minus a few unsightly moles.

Copies for everyone.

After all, I didn't raise the money for the infuser all by myself.

I do mention that in paragraph seven of the interview.

I couldn't possibly take your last one.

Oh, no, it's fine, there's plenty more where that came from.

-Isn't there, Max?

-Yeah. She made them to do another print.

What have we created?

I do not believe it's going to end well.

What I don't believe is that you haven't been to see Noel yet.

Yeah. Well...

-I've been busy.

-Doing what?

Recuperating.

He's not the only one that got injured, you know!

He's only just walked in the door.

After a long night single-handedly fighting crime, no doubt.

Mr Trappatoni in cubicles needs a PR doing for a possible rectal mass.

And you're telling me this because?

He'd prefer a digital rectal exam be performed by a male doctor.

You are still that, right?

A doctor, I mean.

I presume you're not going to give up on being male?

How did Cal take it?

It hasn't come up.

He's been distracted recently, so I've been giving him some space.

Mrs Beauchamp.

You can't accept Dr Hardy's resignation.

I can't? Why?

I...

He's too good a doctor.

We can't afford to lose someone of his calibre.

Well, as a general principle, I don't want anyone working here

whose heart's not in the job, so...

You can't believe that. It's Ethan.

People burn out, Dr Chao.

You should know that more than most, after Alicia.

It's a daily challenge here. Perhaps he's given up.

Maybe.

Doesn't mean we should give up on him.

She can't be serious.

I mean, does she really think I am going to drop everything,

leave my job, my friends, my entire life?

To be fair, after your disciplinary you might not have a job.

Course she's not serious, it's ridiculous.

DOG BARKING

Quickly, please. He's bleeding to death.

Looks like you've taken some collateral yourself, mate.

Let's have a look at that for you.

All right, Gerald.

You been in the wars?

Trying to keep pressure on it, but it...

it keeps bleeding.

Don't you worry.

We've got something for that.

Dixie, isn't it?

Yeah.

You looked after my wife a couple of times.

Yeah, yeah. That's right.

How is Nancy?

Ohh.

Two years cancer free.

HE GROANS

Just move your arm for me, mate.

HE GRUNTS Good man.

OK.

Right, I'm going to apply some pressure to this, all right, love?

Mm-hm.

Try and manage the bleed.

And then we'll get an IV line in you...

..and get you into hospital, OK? HE HALFSQUEALS IN PAIN

-Is Nancy at the house?

-Mm.

Do you want me to go and get her for you?

She's at Bridge Club, apparently. I'll call her from the hospital.

-And you are?

-Her son.

What happened to your other partner?

Erm...

Jeff?

He passed away.

18 months ago now.

Oh! I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Me too.

Morning!

Where were you last night? I thought you were coming round?

Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.

-Oh. Is that it?

-A couple of mates dragged me out to the local.

-Oh.

Stood up for a couple of pints?

-I wouldn't exactly call it "stood up".

-Really?

Well, you were coming round, you didn't, so...

If it was that important, you could have always come over to mine.

Oh, I see. Some sort of punishment.

Punishment?

For not spending more time at yours.

-No.

-No?

All right.

It was my birthday.

Some of my old friends dropped by unexpectedly

and took me out for a drink to celebrate.

That's all. OK?

PHONE RINGS

Sorry, I've got to take that.

Hello?

Mm-hm...

-Sorry. Mrs Beauchamp, you asked to see me?

-Yes.

About your resignation.

I've been looking for your replacement, so...

-OK. If it's about my notice period, I'm...

-And I've found someone.

-You have?

-Mm.

Oh. Who is it?

Dr Shales. Paul Shales, from Edinburgh.

He can start immediately.

-How immediately?

-Next week.

Right.

-That would mean...

-Today's your last shift, yes.

I see.

Mm.

-Do you have a problem?

-No, no, I suppose not.

It's a bit sudden.

Why don't you take some time to think about it, OK?

Wouldn't want to rush into anything.

Um, how much time?

End of today.

Ooh. OK.

Dr Chao seems to think your resigning is a mistake.

Does she?

We all have bad days now and then.

It's how we respond that matters.

End of today.

HE LAUGHS

I still haven't got used to this.

Being on this side.

I can't wait to get home.

Mostly importantly, my own bed.

You see him?

-Sorry?

-Noel.

Oh, no, he's...sleeping.

-Yeah. Milking it for all he's worth, is he?

-Yeah.

Have you heard from the police yet?

No. Should I?

I would have thought so. I mean...

with all the CCTV and everything

there is only a matter of time before they ID the guy that did it.

Aye.

You'll get your day in court.

How are you feeling, Gerald?

So what were you working on back there?

Summer house.

For Nancy.

Promised to build it for years.

Never seemed to find the right time though.

Now it's too late.

Anthony wants me to sell up.

I want you to face reality.

Leave the farm.

Leave our home.

-Move into care.

-You're going to lose the farm one way or the other.

If you don't sell, it will be repossessed.

I've got to think about what's best for Mum,

even if you won't.

I didn't know Nancy had children.

Why would you have?

Got to know her a bit while she was fighting her bowel cancer.

It was complicated.

I'm sure it was.

They look better than I ever imagined!

-Erm, can I get some help, please?

-Of course!

Oh guys, remember. Big Hearts?

DOURLY: Better hospitals.

Think I'm going to have to kill her.

Think someone should have a quiet word.

-Sounds like a Band Six responsibility to me.

-Seconded.

Just remember her life and my freedom are in your hands, Lofty.

Drinks after work tonight?

Yeah, wouldn't miss it for the world.

But a trip to Australia? You'd miss it for that?

Australia? You're going on holiday?

You haven't told anyone?

Told...anyone...? Are you leaving?!

Sorry, didn't realise you hadn't told anyone.

Maybe because I wanted to tell people in my own time,

in my own way.

Or maybe you're not sure you've made the right choice.

I can't believe this. When are you going?

-Mrs Beauchamp asked to see me.

-Why?

She's already found my replacement.

So this is my last shift.

What?

Patients?

Charlie, this is Anthony Palmer, 42.

Blunt trauma to the chest from a piece of flying wood.

He's also got splinters to his face and his chest.

Right, this is Gerald Palmer, 65, he's had a farmyard accident

with a circular saw.

He's got a deep cut to his upper arm with severe bleeding.

GCS is 15. Pulse is 110.

BP is 100, systolic.

I have given him ten of morphine, and 800 mils of saline.

First bay, please.

-Could be tricky, do you want me....

-No, thank you.

Right can we get a set of obs as soon as poss, please, Robyn? OK.

Gerald, we're going to need to take your clothes off

and pop a monitor on you.

OK, yeah, wound's still bleeding once pressure's off.

-Let's cross match him for four units, and can I get a suture kit, please?

-OK.

Dix, got to go!

Gerald,

Nancy should know you're here.

Do you want me to call her for you?

She's...

She's...

She's...resting.

Migraines.

I thought you said she was at Bridge club?

Yes.

Bridge Club.

That's right.

I didn't want to worry her.

Well, it's going to worry her more

to know you've been taken to hospital and no-one said anything.

She's had enough hospitals for one lifetime.

Anyway, I'll be back before she knows I'm gone.

Right, Doctor?

Er, let's get this bleeding to stop first, yeah?

Great. When the blood's available, let's get him straight up, please?

Mrs Beauchamp said she didn't want anyone whose heart is not in it.

But it's not that Ethan's heart's not in it.

It's that he's lost faith.

Just can't believe she can't see that.

Maybe Connie's not the person you have to convince.

Ethan won't listen to me.

We're hardly on speaking terms right now.

Isn't that why it should come from you?

Right.

There's no indication of a fracture, Mr Palmer.

So we'll give you some pain relief.

Can I make a phone call, please? I'm trying to track down my mother.

Sure. We'll give you some privacy.

My father.

He'll be OK?

I'll check for you.

Thank you.

You've got that "about to go rogue" look on your face.

-I'm not about to go rogue.

-Good.

-It's just...

-Here we go.

Gerald said Nancy was resting with a migraine.

But he told the son she was at Bridge Club.

Yeah, maybe he just got confused?

Which is exactly why we should do something about it.

What's "rogue" about that?

It's just not clotting.

Haemophiliac?

Do you think I haven't asked?

Thrombocytopenia?

Platelet count on his initial FBC was normal.

I'm just going to test your INR, Mr Palmer,

just to see how your blood is clotting.

You're going to feel a little scratch.

You're thinking anti-coagulant?

He's not on any medication.

Hang on.

Gerald, you're a farmer, right?

Yeah.

You got rats, mice?

A plague of them.

So I'm betting you use a lot of rodenticide?

-Hmm. Superwarfarin exposure?

-Mm.

How? Not through the skin? Not to cause this.

Does it matter? Look.

Wow. OK.

Well done, Robyn. INR is very high.

OK we will need a formal coag screen, some vitamin K,

and can we order some FFP, please?

Nice to be part of a team, right?

'Nancy?'

-We're here now.

-We shouldn't be.

Why do you do this? Why do you always do this?

-That's my job.

-No, it's not.

We did our job. We dropped him off at hospital.

This is you taking the job and turning it into something else.

-What?

-I don't know.

But I hope you figure it out soon.

Right. I'll look upstairs.

Nancy?

Dix!

She's gone, mate.

Going by the hypostasis, I'd say she's been dead a while.

The FFP and vitamin K are definitely helping with the clotting.

So we'll have you back on the farm in no time.

Thank you.

Just the job.

My wife was sick.

Spent a lot of time in places like this.

Being helped by people like you.

How long have you been a farmer?

Oof! All my life!

And you've never grown tired of it?

Oh...

One day, I suppose.

What happens then?

I'm building a summer house for my wife.

When she was ill, I promised that one day, all the work would be done.

And we'd just sit.

Watch the sun set.

Just be together.

So I guess that's what I'll do.

Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?

I didn't think of it. I really don't celebrate birthdays.

-Well, you did last night.

-No.

-No, I said

-I

-don't celebrate it.

Doesn't mean others don't want to.

-Look, if this is about me not coming round, I really did just forget.

-No.

No, it's not that.

I didn't get you a present.

-You didn't know.

-That's not the point.

-Babe, it's really not a big deal.

-No, it is.

-Why?

Well, because...

now I feel like the bad guy.

HE LAUGHS

You laughing at me?

It's a relationship, Connie.

There doesn't have to always be a "bad guy".

Mrs Beauchamp? Paramedics are asking for you outside.

There's a situation.

Fine.

Look at what someone's done!

You know, you try and make this world a better place

and that's what someone goes and does.

Tall poppy syndrome, isn't it?

My advice?

Just sit back on the whole "Nurse of the Year" application,

and let the accolades come to you.

Nurse of the Year?

You really think I could apply for Nurse of the Year?

I didn't say that. Well, you could, but...

Just go softly, softly, yeah?

Nurse of the Year.

She passed sometime yesterday.

Police said there's no evidence of foul play,

but they couldn't get the undertaker there for a few hours,

so they ask us to bring her here

to certify the death.

OK. Where are the next of kin?

Her husband's in ED, talking as if she's alive and well.

Denial is a very powerful thing.

Psyche assessment?

He's not mentally ill.

He's just distressed and grieving.

I'll talk to him.

-Haven't you got somewhere else to be?

-They can wait.

I know Gerald. And I knew his wife.

He trusts me.

There's been some sort of mistake.

She was sleeping.

I asked you not to disturb her.

You also told us that Nancy was at Bridge Club.

But she wasn't.

You do know that, don't you, Gerald?

You didn't even notice, did you?

Just got up, made breakfast, went to work.

Well...

can't pretend it's not happening any more,

because it's happened, and now she's GONE!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, that's enough.

It's not helping. HE SOBS

She's gone.

HE SNIFFS

But you're both still here. You're going to need each other.

He's never needed me. He's never needed anyone.

They never told me that Mum was ill.

That's why I wasn't there.

I didn't even know my mum had cancer

until she was six months in remission.

Can you imagine how that felt?

I presume you'll be taking her to the mortuary?

Yeah.

I'll speak to the funeral director.

Gerald?

May I see my wife?

May I see my wife, please?

Want to explain why "Our Saint of Big Hearts"

has just asked how one applies for Nurse of The Year?

Er...I might have said something

that was then taken out of context.

Fine.

-Leave Robyn to me.

-What are you going to do?

I'll think of something.

You sure this is a good idea?

He needs to understand that she's gone.

He needs this to grieve.

Trust me.

I know.

PHONE RINGS

OK?

All right.

Dix? That was the office.

They're looking for you.

Your disciplinary.

They're ready to start. You're going to be late.

Shall we get you back?

A bit longer. Please.

Right. I'll stay with him till he's done.

Come on. Before I change my mind.

This afternoon, four o'clock.

All right.

Thank you, bye.

I've just made some calls, called in a few favours.

Two Michelin Star restaurant.

People are crawling over themselves to get a table.

Happy Birthday.

Consider us even.

Thanks. But I don't really like rich food.

I'm more of a takeaway guy myself.

Ah, I forgot to say. It's in Paris.

Overnight, First Class.

Please don't tell me you don't like the French.

You know, you really don't have to spend all this money to impress me.

I'm more about the simple pleasures.

It's your birthday, Jacob.

I'm getting you a gift. Like it or not.

Come back, Nance.

Please.

(Please.)

You all right, love?

Let's get you inside, come on.

Yeah! You may have seen my article on "Big Heart for a Better Hospital".

PING

Sorry.

Sorry, as I was saying: "Big Heart for a..."

PING

Sorry, do you mind if I call you back? Thanks.

You are an evil genius.

Brilliant.

Wait!

Stop!

What's your problem?

Oh, er... Sorry, mate.

Thought you were someone else.

You OK? You looked like you were about to hit that guy.

Yeah, I'm fine, just mistaken identity.

-You're shaking.

-No, I'm fine!

I'm sorry.

Noel's going home today. Did you know?

I can't thank you enough for what you did for him.

You don't understand, OK, I didn't...

But whatever it is that's eating you, you need to figure it out, OK?

-Cos Noel needs you now more than ever.

-Why?

You're his best friend.

-How'd it go?

-Yeah, pretty well, I think.

Right. What did you say?

Well, the truth. That you were doing your job.

I was in denial.

I was scared.

And you protected my daughter when I couldn't.

Or wouldn't.

Jess, that's not fair.

It's the truth. It is, and sometimes truth hurts.

And if they can't see that,

then they don't deserve you.

Did you mean what you said earlier?

About coming with us?

Yeah. Every word.

You know it's not possible, right?

No. I don't.

-What, you want a list of reasons why coming me with you...?

-OK, OK.

Your career, your home,

I've come out of an abusive relationship

and I can't be trusted emotionally,

Olivia needs and deserves stability,

and, after months of mutual attraction,

we've shared one measly kiss.

One tiny little moment.

Did I miss anything?

Little Abs?

There is enough room in Cornwall for a dog!

Yes, I've come out of a difficult situation.

I know all that, but it doesn't change how I feel about you.

Question is, do you feel the same about me?

We're ready for you now.

Lily.

Did you really ask Mrs Beauchamp to reject my resignation?

Yes, I did.

Why?

Because we can't afford to lose you.

Doctors come and go all the time.

I can't afford to lose you.

You're my friend.

My best friend.

My only friend.

Selfish, I know.

But there it is.

Mr Palmer's X-ray and INR notes.

But he's gone.

-He's gone?

-He stole an ambulance.

We really need to find him.

No foreign bodies in the laceration.

No, no, it's not the laceration I'm concerned about.

He must have suffered some form of blunt chest trauma.

It's a pneumothorax?

Yeah.

Tiny, but...

I missed it.

What happened?

Written warning.

-Oh, that's not fair. I'll tell them.

-No. It's fine.

No, it's not. It wasn't your fault.

Jess. It's fine. It's a written warning.

Then they tapped me up for a promotion.

They want me to apply.

-You want to run this place?

-It's all I've ever wanted.

Right.

Well...

Wow. Congratulations, I guess.

I'm going to go, I need to collect Olivia.

What is it you're so scared of?

What part of love terrifies you?

It doesn't.

Don't lie.

Don't.

I know what affection feels like.

Warmth and connection.

We have that...

..and you know it.

But as soon as it gets real, you run. Why?

-Is it me?

-No.

Well, then what is it?

I love my job.

It's my life. It always has been. I'm needed here.

I'd always be worried there's not enough left over for you

and Olivia, and you deserve so much more than that.

Oh, Dixie.

Don't you see?

You deserve more too.

Bye, Dixie.

-What now?

-Your farmer.

He's only gone and nicked the ambo.

-What?!

-Police have been informed. They're tracking it now.

There's no need.

I know where he's gone.

HE WHEEZES

WOOD CLATTERING

HORN HELD DOWN

HORN BLARES

DOG BARKS

You going home?

No, I'm going to collect Noel. He's getting discharged.

Come too.

Louise.

People keep calling me a hero.

I don't feel like one.

Noel doesn't need you to be a hero, Mac.

He just needs you.

Come on.

Why do you always get us into these situations?

Pot. Kettle.

Yada-yada-yada.

At least when I do it, its fun.

-RADIO:

-3009 to Control. Dr Ethan Hardy advises patient Gerald Palmer has an untreated pneumothorax.

OK.

Right, call it in!

Gerald?!

3009 to Control. 3006 has collided with a building at Riddlemere Farm.

Injuries at present unknown.

Over.

Gerald?

She won't come back, Dixie.

I'm coming in.

You need to let me help you, Gerald.

You can't.

I can!

It's what I do!

Let me look at that arm.

Just go!

You've got a collapsed lung,

a pneumothorax.

If I don't help you, you'll die.

Don't you understand?

I don't care.

I do.

-Why?

-It's my job.

Now let Nancy go, and come with me.

I'm not leaving her.

She's already left you, Gerald.

-TEARFULLY, BROKEN:

-I can't!

50 years.

I can't leave her now.

You don't understand.

I do.

I understand perfectly.

My husband, Jeff, my best mate.

He was blown to bits.

My protege, beautiful Polly,

she bled to death in front of me.

My girlfriend, Carol.

So many people I love.

Death surrounds me.

And it terrifies me so much that I can barely breathe

when I think of letting myself love someone.

I know grief.

And I know it hurts.

And I know Nancy was a beautiful woman

who loved you very much.

But I also know she's dead.

So you take my hand.

Let her go.

SIRENS APPROACHING

All right.

There we go.

Where have you been?

Oh, you know...

Fighting crime single-handed,

keeping the streets safe for the likes of you!

Thank you, my friend.

Thank you.

Some day, eh?

It's been interesting.

So come on, then.

-Is it true you've been tapped up for a promotion?

-Yeah.

-And you said yeah?

-Mm-hm.

I knew you wouldn't leave me.

Leave this. You could never leave this.

-See you in the pub.

-All right.

I thought he didn't tell me about Mum's cancer

because of how I'd deal with it.

But it was because he couldn't deal with it.

Couldn't face losing her.

Couldn't be alone.

Er, he's...

he's groggy, but he's fine.

You can see him, if you like, before we transfer him.

-I don't know how to thank you both.

-You don't have to.

It's the job.

I heard a rumour... that you're leaving.

You coming for drinks after work?

How could you leave this?

I'm not sure I know any more.

Excuse me.

Dr Hardy.

Have you made your decision?

I have.

Leave today, or in a month?

Is there a third option?

Depends on the option.

I stay.

I'm very glad to hear it.

Thanks.

You dropped...

Paul Shales.

Yup.

You'll give Dr Paul Shales the bad news?

I'll let him down gently.

MUSIC PLAYING

CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER

Ooh!

Hey, he's treating me. For once.

So you went in expecting a slapped wrist and come out promoted?

That's not a bad day's work, is it?

Nah, guess not.

It's great, Dix. You deserve it. You've worked hard.

Oh, before I forget...

I found this in your jacket

in the back of the ambulance that the farmer crashed.

What's wrong?

She was right.

Jess was right.

-I've got to go.

-Hang on.

-Whatever you're thinking, don't...

-I'm going rogue one last time.

No, you can't...

I have to.

Now, you told me to figure it out.

This is me figuring it out.

Thanks, buddy.

Oh, there he is!

-APPLAUSE

-Man of the hour.

Leaving to sunny Australia.

Um, actually, I'm not.

-I'm not going.

-To Australia?

-AUSSIE ACCENT:

-Not to anywhere, mate.

I've rescinded my resignation.

What happened? What made you change your mind?

A friend.

A good friend convinced me that I was needed here.

Lily.

Listen, I don't know if you've seen this month's regional newsletter?

-It's, er...

-PING

What is that?!

Right, anyway, as I was saying, the regional newsletter...

PING

GIGGLING

Sorry!

Have been going on about this a bit too much?

LAUGHTER

Toothbrush, moisturiser, conditioner.

Mm.

What, trying to tell me something about my personal grooming?

It's not for you, it's for me.

Everything a girl needs for a sleepover.

So...

..if this isn't my present? Then...

Happy Birthday.

Want to take me home and unwrap me?

Dixie!

I quit my job.

Just like that?

Just like that.

That's a big leap for a career girl.

What made you do it?

I got a letter!

THEY GIGGLE

'Dear Dixie,

'I'm writing you this letter because we're moving away...

'..and I didn't know how to say goodbye.

'Mum says it's not really goodbye...

'..cos you'll always be there, in our memories...

'..in our hearts...

'..how you helped us when we needed it.

'So I'm not afraid of saying goodbye.

'You made me feel loved.

'You made me feel protected...'

Look after yourself, all right?

'..cos sometimes you have to.'

-Ooh!

-Going to miss you!

'Even though it's sad...'

Bye!

'..it's not forever.'

Shall we get going?

COME ON, THEN!

LAUGHTER

'..cos I know I'll see you again...

'to keep me safe...

'..to make me feel loved...'

SHE LAUGHS

-Ta-ra, sweethearts.

-Look after yourself. Be good.

'..to be a family. You see?

'I made a wish.

'And wishes come true.'