Step Right Up Casualty

Today, I'll see my real mum for the first time.

Why don't I ask him to have a word with your brother?

I didn't tell him.

Noel, Mac, meet Rocker.

His stories are hilarious.

-Mac!

-You look like the guy who hid in the toilet

while his mate was being beaten up by a girl.

I've seen your friends, Mac.

Be a shame if they found out the truth.

-The job is yours if you want it.

-Really?

You told me to figure it out.

This is me figuring it out.

I can't afford to lose you.

-Have you made a decision?

-I have.

Leave today or in a month?

I stay.

There he is - Doctor Quick-Draw.

Fires off resignations like there's no tomorrow.

It's heart-warming to know my career's such a joke to you.

Don't sulk, Nibbles.

I'm just glad you chose us over that trip down under.

-Really?

-Mm.

Now, I can throw you the best welcome back night out ever.

I'm talking shots, strippers,

dancing on tables till your feet bleed.

Oh, yes, you know me so well(!)

So, come on, then - tell me.

Any second thoughts creeping their way in?

No. On the contrary, I've adopted a fresh mantra.

-Oh.

-Find good in every scenario.

"Positive Internal Mind Projection".

You...you do realise that spells PIMP?

Your new lifestyle choice is the way of the PIMP?

Finally, a profession to be proud of.

Shut up.

Let's look into getting those teeth encrusted with diamonds, yeah?

HE SIGHS

Right, there you go. That brightens the place up a bit.

Even goes with the decor.

Aw...are you missing that cheeky grin already?

You're joking, aren't you?

That's not a grin - she's gloating.

We'd all love to shoot up the Cornish coast, Mac -

christen every B&B with your new sexy lesbian lover.

But, alas, some of us have got responsibilities.

I've got to spend all day breaking in her replacement.

Look on the bright side, Iain - you might end up with a right stunner.

Nailed it in one, you chunky monkey.

Ah.

All right, Rocker?

You all right, cupcake?

I'm on a bit of a sabbatical, I thought I'd come and help you out.

You miss me?

If I can't find my daughter,

is it cool for me to just take another one home?

-LAUGHING:

-It's a little joke.

Tell you what, I'm probably fine searching on my own.

OK.

I know - it's your favourite.

Don't worry. It'll be fixed next time we come, I promise.

Sure you don't want to go off with your mates

rather than be with an old git like me?

I'm not scared of the rides if I'm with you.

Come on, then - I think the rides are calling.

Can Mum come next time?

I thought we were keeping this between us?

You didn't answer. That means no.

Come on.

Ah - nice to see you're still with us, Dr Hardy.

Thank you, and likewise.

Mr Cooper?

Uh-uh-uh...

I am capable of adjusting my own seat, Jack!

Mrs B's instructions, ease Noel back in gently.

Picture me, your very own Florence...

What's-her-name, something, woman.

She'll have you wiping my backside and all.

What do you think these are for?

-LAUGHING:

-I'm joking!

Or am I?

From Dixie.

"Having a blast, not missing you at all."

I find that rather hurtful, but I do believe her.

No offence, but if my girlfriend looked like hers,

you and your vomit-covered scrubs

would be the last thing on my mind too.

-Hey, these are clean on.

-Really?

So Ethan is staying? You pleased about that?

Pleased? I'm fuming.

Bang goes the free Australian accommodation.

This is how we used to spin in my day, baby!

-HE LAUGHS

-Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Come on, on you get.

Right - now, hold on tight.

-Give us a wave.

-OK.

-What do you think you're doing here?

-Marie! You're early.

-Wait. Listen a second.

-No, no - don't you start

-with all that Grandad rubbish again.

-Get me out! Get me out!

-Get me out.

-Sash!

-I'll get her!

Get me out! Get me out, get me out!

Sashy! Hey! Watch, watch it, get back!

Sash!

So I hear the big Australian adventure is off, is it?

I thought all people of your age wanted to travel to hot countries

and bungee off canyons?

Ah, no stomach for heights. So...not on the bucket list.

Robyn, that replacement drip I asked about, in cubicles?

Yeah, just one sec, Loft.

Ethan, I just wanted to say I'm really pleased you're staying.

Especially after Dixie left us for that hottie.

Uh, well, not much chance of that happening with me.

All you've got to do is ask.

Anyway, I bought us some celebratory doughnuts

and I saved you a jam one especially.

Ah, thank you.

I'm actually allergic to the preservatives in those.

It's like hive city.

Only with Jacob on training, we're a little short.

OK - drip replacement. No need to ask twice.

That's the third time, actually.

Since when does patisserie take priority over work?

And you cannot let her talk to you like that.

You have to impose a boundary.

All right, my love, let's just pop you on the bed, shall we?

In your own time.

Let's give her some Entonox.

Your carer mentioned something about an incident with a boiling kettle.

Is that right?

Reactions. Not what they were.

Could've just called your GP. That would have been easier.

Didn't want that.

I wanted to come.

Why?

To meet him.

Meet my Michael.

I'll be back.

Charlie?

That's it - nice, deep breaths on that.

That will help with the pain.

I'll just be a second.

Could you?

I cannot let her see Ethan.

He cannot find out like this, all right?

Charlie, he'd never forgive me.

Cal...

I'll...I need to find someone else to treat her, OK.

But help me keep Ethan out of her way, please.

Yeah?

Charlie?

Easy, tiger. Much longer, people will start to talk.

I'm sorry, mate.

It's just, you know, being here has kind of brought it all back.

What you did for me.

Yeah, well, in my experience, it's best not to dwell on the past.

So...Noel, you really don't need to make a fuss...

# Hero!

# I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night... #

Aw! Bring it in, Super Mac.

It's my daughter, Sash. She fell down the steps.

Hello, Sash. I'm Iain. Can you tell me where it hurts?

She's autistic.

-It takes a while with new people.

-OK.

You work here, old fella?

I'm one of the carers.

Since when?

Three months.

Well, I wanted to tell you.

But it's been a bit hard since you cut me out.

Oh, and whose fault was that, then?

-Have you hurt yourself there?

-No, no, I'm fine. I'm OK.

-Just make sure Sashy's OK.

-I should've known something was up,

when she started banging on about Elvis.

Maybe if I crack out one of my tunes?

That usually does the trick to calm her.

You stay where you are.

Right, guys, this isn't helping anybody.

It's too loud. Best we check her back at the hospital.

Hold up. Kids love the Rockmeister.

Watch and learn.

Hey, Sash.

Guess who used to baby-sit Harry Styles?

Let us check your tummy, I'll see about getting you an autograph, eh?

Nope? Ah...

Kid's a lost cause, mate. My opinion?

We should check her back at the hospital.

-Right, OK, what about Dylan?

-Stag do punch-up.

Ah, come on! Sorry....

Whoa! What's his problem?

He's trying to get cover for his patient.

Woman, late fifties, burnt hand.

I'll see what I can do.

Right this is Sash Gilbert, 16.

She's fallen down some steps, causing blunt trauma to her abdomen.

GCS 15, pulse 114, BP 112/76.

She's autistic. Not good with strangers.

This is her mum, Marie.

-Let's take her into resus, please. And are you hurt?

-I'm fine, love.

This is Ron Kleinman, 65.

Bruising to upper arm from the same accident.

Teach me to go all action-man at my age.

Grandad!

We don't need anyone with us.

You two had a barney, then?

Long story, doll.

Come on, let's get you through to cubicles.

Nice seeing you again.

Even more handsome, in your uniform.

Well, that's all I am, really.

The local eye-candy.

SHE CHUCKLES

Now, I'm going to have to remove the top layer of these blisters

and drain the fluid to prevent infection.

Charlie, sorry, I heard you were in need of assistance?

I found you the perfect man -

Dr Hardy?

Hello. Right, nice to meet you.

I need to do an ultrasound

to determine any injuries from the fall.

People usually think she's just kicking off.

Then I tell them she's autistic,

and I see their brains thinking - Dustin Hoffman, gambling genius.

I took her to Vegas. She didn't win us a penny.

So, total waste of a holiday.

I really am the only one that finds my own jokes funny.

Would it help settle her if we asked Grandad to join us?

No.

Um...sorry, Lily. I'm not a frosty person.

Seeing him is a bit of a shock, truth be told.

First time in years.

I think she's relaxing.

There she is.

Hey, there, Jelly Bean.

Sash, would it be OK if I lie you flat on your back

so I can check your tummy?

All right. Thank you.

OK. I'm going to roll your gown up, OK?

MARIE COUGHS

This is going to be a little bit cold.

All right, just keep still for me.

All right, OK.

BEEPING

All right, Sash. OK. All right.

Just relax for me, please.

The scan was inconclusive.

So I'm going to order a CT, just to be on the safe side.

CHESTY COUGHING

Oh, it's nothing. Just tail end of a cold.

All right.

All right, you're doing really well, Emilie.

Your temperature is running a little high.

So while you're here,

why don't we order a thorough check-up?

Make sure that you're as comfortable as possible.

Kind eyes.

Excuse me?

Teach you plenty, in medical schools.

Can't give you those kind eyes.

Hey. Everything all right?

Uh...no. It's Lily.

She's struggling with a girl with autism.

-I said you'd help.

-Uh, right.

I was just about to do a full check on Emilie's Huntington's.

No need. I've got this.

Right.

OK, well, I'll be back later to check your results.

Looking forward to it.

That was him.

OK, well, there is clearly bruising to the upper arm,

but I don't think anything is broken.

-I need to find out about Sashy.

-All in good time.

Rita, can we pop the sling on, please?

The lads won't be impressed.

I'm in a Stones tribute band.

Which one do you reckon I am, then? Go on, have a guess.

Um...is there one called Serge?

Or am I thinking of the wrong thing?

I take it he's not a rock fan, then?

No, I prefer the sound of silence.

This should make you feel a bit more comfortable.

OK, can we give him a gram of paracetamol for the pain, please?

Can somebody please find out how she is? Sashy?

-I'm going out my mind here.

-OK.

Like I said, once we've finished off here,

I'm sure somebody can sort that out.

Or not, for some reason.

-I'll see what I can find out for you.

-Thanks, doll.

She's the only thing I care about.

-Hey.

-Ethan?

Yes. If it's OK, I was just going to stay and observe?

"Observe?" You do realise she's a girl and not a monkey?

Oh...

Again, in my head, that sounded hysterical.

Right.

Can I try his glasses on, Mum?

She's got this thing with frames.

Any time she sees a pair she likes.

Yeah, I'm sure, if you ask the doctor nicely.

Of course. Just don't ask me to do any surgery without them.

Oh, yes. You look like a proper doctor now.

I thought you said she wasn't good with strangers?

No, I've taught her to only acknowledge the cute ones.

COUGHING

Um, I'm going to need a tissue.

Come with me. She'll be fine with Doctor Cute-Stuff over there.

You seem to have lost weight since the last time we met.

Have you been looking after yourself?

If this is you asking me out,

I have to warn you,

it would be a short relationship.

Can we just let the man do his job?

Need to refine that bedside manner, son.

Don't.

COUGHING

Are you experiencing any other problems?

Abdominal pain?

Can you tell me, do you have trouble passing water?

Maybe some.

We should do a urine sample.

Yeah. Sooner we get it done, the sooner she can leave.

LAUGHTER

-Robyn, didn't you go on your break at half past?

-Ease up, fun monitor.

It's only two minutes, I can make up for it later.

Always this much of a stickler, Lumpy?

-It's Lofty.

-Is it?

But Lumpy could suit you so much better!

Ben, can I have a word?

Allow me to introduce you to this -

shall we call it the Doggy Ultra 4000?

Dervla wasn't always so sophisticated.

In darker days, she'd snap, she'd chew.

She'd toilet in unimaginable places.

This taught her that boundaries were key.

-It taught her who was in charge.

-You talking about Robyn?

Yes, of course I'm talking about Robyn.

TOY SQUEAKS

OK?

He's like a sixth former at the end of a disco, him.

Unbelievable.

This is a CT scanner. Digital geometry processing.

Generating a three dimensional image of...

Um...Dr Chao?

Sorry, is all this really necessary?

Studies show that people with autism respond best to descriptive images.

Plus, they like to know plans in advance.

Sure, but they also say

that everybody on the spectrum is different.

I think you might be scaring her.

-Do you mind if I...?

-Yes, please.

Sash? Hi - uh...

This is just like a giant camera.

And we just want to use it to make sure you weren't hurt in the fall.

-Perhaps, you'd like to try my glasses again?

-No.

# You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

-# Cryin' all the time... #

-One of your faves, right, Sash?

# You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

# Cryin' all the time... #

-Sir, I'm sorry, you can't come in.

-Lily, look.

Looks like a UTI.

Positive for nitrites, three plusses for leucocytes.

Let's send off an MSU and get some bloods done.

Maybe Ethan could help?

Enough. This is not a joke.

Still so protective.

On holiday.

Seaside caravan.

You were four.

Michael... Ethan just turned two.

Both ran off. Hunting for crabs.

This isn't the place for some pathetic seaside story.

Just remember...

..who came looking for who?

I didn't ask for any of this!

You did abandon your kids though, so...not exactly guilt-free.

Hey. There's no call for that.

None.

I haven't come this far so SHE can burst in and ruin everything.

'Her abdomen's still tender,'

so we'll need to keep an eye on it for a while.

I shouldn't be here, really.

How did you know that song would work?

Part of my training when I became a carer. Simple words.

Makes it easy for her to picture.

-I'd better shoot off.

-No.

It is all right, Sashy, I won't be far.

-Here, look after this for her.

-What's this?

Token. For the big wheel.

My favourite ride.

I've never known anyone enjoy heights as much as this one.

I'm not scared of the rides when I'm with you, am I, Grandad?

I take it Marie's not such a fan of the fair?

Don't blame her for snapping.

She didn't exactly know I was working there.

Made sure to be gone before she arrived.

Marie, erm...

Look, Sash was upset, Ron was just assisting us

in calming her down, OK?

We're going move her to somewhere more comfortable now.

She can change into her own clothes if she likes.

I should've told you I work there. I'm sorry.

I just didn't have the bottle.

-WHEEZING:

-There's a first.

These past months with Sashy...

it's been the best 12 weeks of my life.

Can't I just stay?

Stay...

CHESTY COUGH

..since when has that word been in your vocabulary?

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY AND COUGHS

Marie? What...?

Why don't you let us have a look at her first?

Hey, Rita, have you seen Ethan?

Scanner room, last time I saw. Everything OK?

Hello, there. You must be Iain's plus one?

-Jack, Rita - meet Scott.

-My word.

Mates call us Rocker. But you can call me any time, love.

Night or day.

Has that been recently disinfected? It has?

In that case...

Ooh, lovely.

OVER RADIO: 'Control to 3006.

'Respond to a call at the boxing gym at Gatcombe Street. Over.'

Let's roll, Romeo.

Spoiler. To be continued.

-LAUGHING:

-See that?

Eyes practically screaming "Take me to the porter's cupboard."

Oi! She's a mate and a colleague. A little respect, yeah?

I hear what you're saying, cupcake. Do things right. Drinks, dinner.

Then back to mine, for 50 shades of way-hey!

HE CHUCKLES

Your chest sounds a bit quieter on the left-hand side.

-BREATHLESSLY:

-You...

..probably think I'm being harsh.

Banning...

him from seeing her.

Ron?

He wasn't...

like that growing up.

He...

..still had the charm.

But he chose to use it...

..down the pub.

With his mates.

Anyone that wasn't family.

Re-training as a carer...

he seems keen to prove to you that he's changed.

I...cut him out.

..a decade ago.

OK, let's order a chest X-ray, please.

This will save you the time.

MARIE CONTINUES COUGHING

-Hey.

-Hey.

-How's Emilie?

Yeah, yeah, she's fine. Leaving soon,

so no need to worry about that one.

You know that crazy night out I was planning?

Forget that, I want to take you out for lunch.

Get off site, avoid the canteen food.

My treat.

I'm far too busy, I'm afraid.

Sorry, I do appreciate the gesture.

Uncharacteristically thoughtful as it is, it's also rather touching.

So...thank you.

Lily, can I have a word?

Marie had a letter from the palliative care team.

She has lung cancer.

If we could help her to see that Ron's changed, you know?

That there's no shame in accepting his help.

You saw how she reacted to him just being in the same room.

I know.

Rough day, soldier?

One more of his fantasy stories,

I'll de-fib my ears - blow the drums right out.

I admit, he's odd.

-But you can't fault the man on taste.

-Why's that?

Your partner's just asked me out for a drink.

That is OK, isn't it?

I mean, we're still allowed to see other people, right?

Yeah, of course, yeah. You're talking to the man with

repetitive Tinder strain from swiping right.

-Great.

-Perfect.

Enjoy kebab by candlelight!

Eh, ask him about the time he head-butted the bull

cos it looked at him funny. Heart-warming.

What do you reckon?

Yep, them two are SO doing the dirty.

The card?

HE SCOFFS

Yeah. You're right.

It's just that if Mac wasn't there, fighting that maniac off...

I just want to do something for him, you know, special.

Show him how much he means to me.

Well, you leave that to me.

As Mrs B said, Florence is here to help.

Hi, you got my message.

Marie's very ill, Mr Kleinman.

She's suffering from a pleural effusion.

It's irritation of the lungs.

It leads to a build-up of fluid in the pleural space,

which we need to drain.

And that'll make it better? That'll sort it?

It will for now, yes, but...

Well, she wants to speak to you first.

I need you... I need you to do something for me.

Anything.

Sash.

Oh, yeah, I promise. Whatever she needs.

She needs...

..you to go.

Let me help.

I can be here for both of you.

Marie... Sorry, Sash will need somebody

that she's comfortable with.

You've seen how bonded she is with him.

That's after, what, three months?

What about a year?

Two years?

Then he...runs away again.

I want to be part of her life.

Let me show you.

I love her, Marie.

I'm not taking that risk. Not with her.

Promise me...

you won't see her.

I promise.

SHE WHEEZES

OK, we need to do the drain now.

MARIE COUGHS

Right, Dr Chao is going to make a small incision to insert

the drain, you may feel some discomfort as we go.

Sash.

Please, Marie, you need to be relaxed for me.

I need to see her.

-OK, Marie, we need you to be calm.

-No.

Right, the pressure here needs to be released,

and we need you to be still, OK?

OK, thank you.

Listen, this procedure will help in the short term.

But...you are not going to be able to help Sash

if you don't help yourself.

Is my mum ill?

She's... She still being checked over.

Grandad!

Can we go on the wheel now, Grandad?

I can't.

I said I can't!

Grandad doesn't want to see you!

Mr Kleinman!

Oh!

Know when I'm...not wanted.

I'm going home.

Come on, let's get you back on the bed.

You're running away again.

SHE STRAINS

Now, as your doctor, it's my duty to talk to you about

the dangers of malnourishment.

I get it. You hate me!

It's vital for someone in your condition

that you keep up your fluids

and take your medication at regular intervals.

Didn't come here... expecting forgiveness.

-Well, that's good.

-I just wanted you

to know the...truth.

Truth about what, Emilie?

Just because I wasn't fit enough

to be your mum...

doesn't mean... I never wanted to be.

The radiologist confirmed Sash has a small laceration above her spleen,

but the bleeding seems to have stopped.

Right, let's keep her under observation while Marie rests up.

She's with Robyn. Do you want to come and see her with me?

Yes, I was just about to see my Huntington's patient.

-Have you seen Sash?

-What?

She was meant to be with you.

She saw her grandad and he snapped and she ran away.

We can't find her anywhere.

OK, we need to speak to Ron again.

I think I might know where she is.

LOUD POP MUSIC PLAYS

BELLS RING, ALARMS BLARE AND CHILDREN SCREAM

Are you sure about this, Dr Hardy?

-I've cleared it with Rita.

-That's not quite what I meant.

Guys, we need a lift.

We're not a taxi service, mate.

-Where to, Ethan?

-The funfair.

Right. Forget what I said, I shall be first on the dodgems!

Jump in. I'll clear it with control.

ENGINE STARTS

Felt I was in a bubble.

Watching my life,

but not able to live it.

Did you talk to someone?

No-one to listen.

-That's the sort of thing you should have spoken to your doctors about.

-I did.

He was the one, must've called...

social services.

They just saw a mother.

Neglecting.

Tuesday morning.

That was the day they came.

Took you both from me.

They had to hold me back

until you'd driven away.

SIREN WAILS

I think we found your girl.

MUSIC AND SCREAMS CONTINUE

What do you mean "lost her"?

I'm so sorry, Marie. It's all my fault.

This is why we don't need anyone else.

No! No, no, no, no.

-Marie.

-MARIE COUGHS

You're just going to have to trust someone else, OK?

Sashy!

Ron, mate, you're going to be no good to her with that arm.

The fire service will be here in a minute.

Negative. ETA - 20 minutes.

No, no, no, no, no. That's too long!

-What's to stop her from falling?

-The ground.

Why doesn't somebody do something?!

That's what these guys are for, OK? So just calm down, yeah?

If she's bleeding internally, she could pass out at any time.

Stand aside, boys.

No, no, no, no, no! You'll scare her, please.

If she gets more anxious, then...

I'll go.

Sure?

Yes.

All right, good luck.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Heights.

Why does it have to be heights?

It doesn't make sense.

She did the right thing, she spoke to her doctors, and...

It was a different time back then.

-Oh...

-I'm not saying that makes it right.

Yeah, but she trusted those people,

and they were meant to help her. And...look what happened.

What she said about not being fit enough to care for you?

Her disease, it has been known in certain cases,

-early on...

-I know.

To affect their mental health.

It's very possible she didn't know why she felt like that.

Oh!

METAL GROANS

Go on, son.

Oh!

Sash? I just need you to listen. Sash?

You...

# You ain't nothin' but a hound dog... #

It's one of your favourites, do you remember?

# You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

# Crying all the time... #

What's he doing?

# You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

# Crying all the time

# Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit...

-BOTH:

-# ..and you ain't no friend of mine. #

It's working!

-No, no, no. Hey, don't move.

-Sashy!

METAL GROANS

OK, don't move, don't move.

He's going to climb over?

Argh!

ONLOOKERS GASP

ETHAN WHIMPERS

OK, it's OK.

That's it, OK.

He's got it! He's got it!

ONLOOKERS APPLAUD

OK, OK.

Nice one, Ethan!

Yeah, about time.

OK, I'm going to do another primary survey.

-Let's get a CT scan.

-Sash!

Repeat bloods including a VBG and update the surgeons, please.

All right, Sash, nice and gently, I want you to wriggle yourself

across onto this bed for me.

There you go, well done, just take it nice and slowly.

Well done.

OK, Sash, I'm just going to have a listen to your chest, all right?

-How is she?

-What are you still doing here?

Just going to take a feel of your pulse.

I was the reason she ran off. I scared her.

-Why?

-I'm just going to put this on your finger, all right?

I was only doing what you said. Trying to let her go.

I don't deserve forgiveness for anything.

But please, Marie.

I know I've been a rubbish dad.

I'm just going to have a feel of your tummy, all right?

But I can be a good grandad.

Bye-bye.

Well, that's it.

That was my boss. Looks like they're moving me on again.

Apparently someone called, said I wasn't gelling here.

No! Who'd do a thing like that, eh?

I know it was you. Judas.

-Look...

-You think I'm that stupid? I know why.

It's that little hotty Rita, int' it? You're in love with her.

I'm what?!

Oh, it's pretty obvious, my little ray of sunshine.

And the only reason why I haven't ripped you out of this van

and knocked you out is...

Well, I happen to be a romantic.

Rita don't need a lone wolf like me. She needs a settler.

She needs you, cupcake.

Take this as a blessing, OK?

Under one condition.

You treat that bird with the respect that she deserves.

Understand?

See ya later...

-IN ROCKER'S VOICE:

-.."cupcake".

The CT shows the bleed has worsened, but she is stable for now, OK?

Theatre are ready for her.

His glasses are wonky, Mum.

-These are my spares.

-Is she going to be OK?

All the signs are looking really positive, yes.

Are you ill, Mum?

I'm...

-Yeah, Jelly Bean, I'm poorly.

-Are you going to get better?

We'll talk, about that, OK?

I promise.

And just because I didn't answer,

doesn't mean that things aren't going to be fine.

I need to ask you something, Sashy.

For a long time, I thought it was my decision.

But I realise now...

It's not. It's yours.

How do you feel about Grandad being around more?

To take me to the fair?

MARIE LAUGHS

Yeah.

And other things, too.

While Mum's poorly, just the two of you.

Yeah?

All right?

-All right.

-I heard about Rocker.

Yeah, yeah.

That's the job for you.

It's a crazy turnaround.

-Only he seems to think you had something to do with it.

-Me?

I mean, if you didn't want me to go out for that drink, you know...

Wait, you think it had something to do with...?

Rita, the man was a liability. Simple as.

No, I get it. Totally.

Only, well...

I'm all set for date night.

I mean, mentally I've picked out the underwear and everything.

Little, erm, purple lace ones.

-With the...?

-Bows, yep.

Right. It's a good choice.

We don't have to call it a date night or anything, just...

No. Well, seeing as you're in the mind-set, be a shame not to, er...

OK, yeah, yeah. It's a... It's a plan.

Great. I'll see you later.

See you later.

(Shh, he's here, he's here.)

ALL: Wahey!

-ROBYN:

-Hero, hero, hero!

-He-ro!

I didn't think you had it in you, buddy.

Oh, yeah, eh...

Positive internal mind projection.

PIMP?

Yeah.

It looks like we've got ourselves two resident superheroes now.

I know, the dynamic duo. Mac-man and Heart-throbbin'.

LAUGHTER

-Oh, Lofty, do you want to...?

-Actually, Robyn, I need a word.

Go on, shoot.

OK. I'm just going to say it. This has to stop.

What?

The gags and the comments. You don't do it with Rita or Jacob.

Maybe it's because I don't wash their dirty underwear.

Listen, I'm band six, Robyn,

and like it or not, when we're here, I'm not your bumbling mate Lofty,

I'm Senior Staff Nurse Chiltern, your senior, OK?

So if I ask you to do a job,

I don't need one-liners, I need you to do it.

You're right. I'm sorry.

What were you going to say?

The box of doughnuts in there. I saved you a glazed one.

My favourite.

Oh, I almost forgot.

My BFF works for one those issue mag thingamabobs.

Anyway, I've called in a favour

and they've agreed to do a feature on Mac.

Are you serious?

Ho-ho-ho, come here, Florence!

Finally, Mac's going to get what he deserves.

I'll get you a drink.

I also wanted to thank you again. For convincing me to stay.

It struck me today with Sash.

We make the perfect team.

Yeah?

You deal with the face-to-face interactions,

allowing me to cut straight to the medicine,

avoiding all unnecessary distractions.

-By that, do you mean people?

-Mm. Precisely.

Go, team!

Actually, that reminds me.

Your shift is over.

Yeah, but when you're on a roll...

I've put in a request.

They'll send the results to your local GP.

That means...

I should go?

Right.

Actually, no. There's something else.

They may not have told you this when you were diagnosed.

That feeling you felt, being in a bubble?

Huntington's, it's been...

It's been known to affect mental health.

Sometimes years before symptoms show.

When you felt you couldn't care for us, the depression.

It wasn't neglect.

It may have been your condition.

What difference does it make?

All I'm trying to say...

it's not your fault.

I'm so sorry this happened to you.

Thank you.

There's so many questions I want to ask.

But I know now that I owe it to Ethan

to hear those answers together.

Still...protecting.

Right, just came to see... everything went OK.

Has something happened?

You need to go, Ethan.

Cal? What's going on?

CAL SIGHS

Emilie's not just a patient, Ethan.

She's our mum.