Just Do It Casualty

Argh!

Connie, right? I have seen your picture.

Well, let's get her to HDC, please. It's more private.

It takes guts to confront a criminal.

Noel's lucky he has a mate like you.

All you care about is your precious job.

I don't want to see you because I hate you.

The aneurism is way above the aortic coarctation.

If you get it right, a single clamp will hold.

I know. Thank you. I've got it.

Mum. You were awesome.

Look, if you're going to force a budget meeting on me,

I'd appreciate a little more notice.

Don't make me laugh. It hurts.

Mum!

All right, darling? Feeling better, I see.

Being entertained by the latest Don't Tell The Bride.

Well, I hope we're looking after you?

Of course. They all worship the ground Sam walks on.

And they're all really scared of you!

Yeah, that's the way we like it.

Really, everyone's been great.

If it wasn't for the Wi-Fi, I wouldn't be leaving.

Leaving?

Well, they're going to send me on my way in the next few days, anyway,

so Sam's organising a room somewhere until I can fly.

Oh. The Princess Anne?

Something like that.

Nothing but the best, eh?

I suppose that gives us a little more time to explore the shops.

That's not up to me, cupcake.

What?

I think...

Sam will explain.

Explain what?

Hey.

Hey.

I got the tickets, like you told me to.

It's OK. No-one followed me.

You sure you want to do this?

Sure.

Right. Let's get you out of these clothes. Come on.

What do you mean, tonight?

-I've got work, Gracie's got school, so the company's...

-What?

..booked us on a connect to our New York flight.

Right, just leave Emma. How chivalrous(!)

Emma knows that Gracie comes first. The peace will do her good.

It's for the best, Connie.

Really? For you or for Grace? I mean, Sam,

you can't just whisk her away. It's not fair on her...

Don't get me wrong - what you did for Emma - you've been brilliant,

-and I know Grace is totally blown over by this...

-Don't patronise me.

It's just, you have to remember she has to go back without you.

Well aware of that, thank you.

But what you may not be aware of

is every time after you have been in touch, be it by phone, e-mail,

Skype, whatever, there's a massive backlash.

She gets very tearful, down, anxious.

It's very destabilising for her.

And...we're the ones who have to pick up the pieces.

So what's your plan? Keep us apart?

No.

Get her back to her routine ASAP.

If you want to see her, you know where she is.

Look, I'm sorry I couldn't give you more notice.

If you can take time off, you can both have lunch or something.

Lunch?

Connie, don't start this.

Like it or not, we're both going home tonight.

You'll just have to swallow that one.

It's just a great opportunity, isn't it? It's very prestigious.

It'll add a fantastic set of skills to your CV.

Dylan, not now, please.

There you go.

Life-saver. Triple shot.

Thank you very much.

The application form's straightforward.

-I'll help you with that.

-It's not about the application!

I've got no time.

-As I said, I'll help you with it.

-Dylan.

He doesn't give up, does he?

No. He's like a five-year-old child.

Rapier wit(!) Thank you.

Morning.

Hello, you.

Ah! The wanderer returns! How was the course?

Oh, yeah. You are now looking at an expert on all things vermin.

-I love it when you talk dirty.

-Hm.

Feeling a bit third wheel here. Shall we roll off?

Dylan!

-Is there something you haven't told me?

-Hm?

You didn't. When?

Hang on - he's just coming now. Big Mac! Holby City Radio.

They want to do an interview.

Nah.

I'm very sorry, he's going to have to call you back. OK. Bye.

Hetty Benson?

-Where's Noel?

-He just called in sick.

-Been outside the ambulance entrance for ages.

-He's running late...

What's going on?

What did I do?

Please.

I really don't want to do this.

There you go, love. The red nose - not a good look on you.

Don't make me.

Hey. This is not a big deal.

Five minutes and it's all over.

-You're doing this for your kid, Connor.

-But what...

But, you know! If you can get us £400 by tomorrow...

You know I can't.

Right, then shut your yapping and get on with it!

Chop-chop.

You like?

You look so grown-up.

Merci.

We need to go, OK?

You pay. I'll see you outside, by the bins.

I knew it was just a matter of time.

You two are mad for each other - anyone can see that.

I'm just pleased there's a smile on that miserable face again.

Ah, Max. Mr Robinson, cubicle two. X-ray.

"Morning, Max. How're you doing?" "Yeah, I'm good, thanks, Rita - how are you?" "Yeah, not bad."

Next month's off duty roster in my office.

Make sure the requests are in and the skill mix looks OK.

-What if it needs changing and people are unhappy?

-You wanted the promotion, Lofty - you got it.

That was very subtle out there, wasn't it, earlier on(?)

-Was that you playing it cool?

-Shut up!

Why, do you think we're being a bit too obvious?

Actually, don't answer that, don't answer that.

Are you and Max back together?

Yes.

Sorry, that was... Congratulations.

Thanks for that. And I'm subtle?

Poker face.

Ooh. Can't forget her.

Right, give me your passport and the tickets.

Bus leaves from bay six in 15 minutes.

One... Right, we need to separate.

You need to go on ahead.

It's all right - I'll be two steps behind, watching you. Go.

Hello, baby.

Dad says you're going to say no but I'm going to ask you anyway!

OK.

I want to spend the day here with you and see how you work.

Oh. What's brought this on?

I've decided, I'm going to be a surgeon like you.

Oh, wow! That's big news.

We've been through this, Gracie.

It's not going to be as exciting as you think.

You can't go anywhere near the patients.

Well, I'm sure we can still find plenty for her to do.

Yeah. I've still got a few things I need to tie up.

I'm sure we can keep the little lady busy.

As long as you do exactly as I say. That means no backchat whatsoever.

Good luck with that.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

All right, well, I think that's settled.

Thank you!

Sorry, Connie.

55-year-old male, confirmed MI en route, ETA seven minutes.

OK, thank you. Right, I've got to go back to work.

All right, little missy. Let's go and find you an orange.

An orange?!

Ah! What'd we say?

Zip.

SHE MOUTHS

Just remember what I said. She has to go back.

Don't make it harder than it is.

Right, right, right, that'll do you.

-What are you doing here?

-I'm on my break. What about you?

I'm just...

Noel Garcia?

Yeah, that's me.

What's this?

Trust you to spoil your own surprise, you muppet.

Well - do you like it?

Rosie!

Rosie?!

Suspect on concourse!

Rosie, no!

SHE SCREAMS

SHE CRIES

Do not think about it. Just do it - smooth, decisive.

Yes!

Very nice. You've got steady hands.

Remind me of your mum. Nerves of steel.

Well done.

Can I go show her?

Yeah, we can go see if she's free.

So, are you scared of her, too? My mum?

Nah. I'm not scared of anything, me - very, very brave man.

Anyway, I think she's a pussycat, really.

Yeah. With very long nails and sharp teeth.

Stop! Police!

Stop! Police!

Argh!

Thank you.

Mum, look at this!

Wow, that orange is looking so much better! Well done.

OK, thanks. All received.

That was the police - there's been an incident in the bus station.

One paediatric trauma and an adult casualty.

OK, thank you.

Right. Do you want to carry on the operation in my office?

-Sure.

-Yeah?

Yeah, little firecracker, that one. Reminds me of someone I know.

You know, you don't have to take it, him saying she's going tonight.

Let's not go there.

Come on, you're her mother.

Why doesn't she live with you, anyway?

We're just trying to do what's best for her.

OK. Has anyone asked what she wants?

Have you told her you'd like her to?

-Can we drop this now, please?

-So you haven't.

I don't understand. Why?

Because I don't want her to live with me.

All right?

I'm good at a lot of things,

but I don't think being a mother is one of them.

Who told you that?

Or is that something you like to tell yourself?

Right, shall we get on with this quickly?

Hello, there. What's her name?

Rosie. Rosie. It's all right, darling. I'm here. I'm here.

Rosie, my name's Iain. I'm a paramedic. Can you hear me?

Yeah.

Airway's clear.

Leg. My leg... Dad...

It's OK, it's OK.

You're Dad? What's your name?

Sean...Sean... Stuart.

What are you doing?!

I know you're upset,

but Rosie is a lot in pain and she needs my help.

Nice and still, Rosie.

Looks like a possible fracture dislocation of the ankle.

Can we get a cannula in and 5 of morphine, OK?

We're going to get you sorted, darling, don't worry.

Hello, stranger.

So.

So.

You've come back with further expertise.

Do you want a drink later?

-Yeah.

-OK.

You can't do this! It's too much!

Oh, Mac, shut up. You've already ruined my big moment this evening.

-What's happening this evening?

-Little party.

There was going to be a grand unveiling and everything, but...

Where did you get the money from?

Don't tell me you sold Batman?!

Well worth it. What... You deserve it!

-Enjoy it!

-But that's the thing - I don't deserve it.

Mac. Stop faffing, you big fur ball.

Noel.

This is police harassment! You can't keep me here!

I've done nothing!

Nothing!

Right, this is Rosie Stuart, 13.

Involved in an RTC approximately 10am, where she was hit by a coach.

She wasn't KO'd. Dislocated right ankle, GCS 15, pulse 120, BP 110/65,

sats 98%, resps of 20, given her 250mls of saline and 5 of morphine.

If everybody could get a bit, please. One, two, three.

This is her father, Sean.

From what I can gather, there was a police covert operation.

-These guys got caught in the middle of it.

-OK.

Right, Rosie, I'm Connie. I'll be looking after you.

-Do you know where you are?

-Hospital.

-Good girl.

Right, let's get the bloods off. FBC, U & E and a group & save.

Anything we need to know about, Dad?

Allergies, pre-existing conditions, medication, prior operations?

Mr Stuart?

-Er, nothing.

-Good.

Madge! Where's Madge?

Her bag. Where's her bag?

Sorry, it's from her mother.

Right. Would you like us to call her?

She's dead.

Let's give her 5 more of morphine, please.

Let's check the computer, see if she's been here before.

Blunt trauma to the abdomen from falling five feet onto the edge

of a rock - refused immobilisation, airway's clear, resps rate 20,

sats 98%, heart rate 100,, GCS15, and she has had 8mg morphine.

We have reason to believe the suspect has drugs about her person.

Where are they, then? Where?!

OK.

What are you looking at?!

Let's calm down. Get a BP cuff on.

He's not touching me.

You do it.

OK, breathing's fine, general cuts and bruises.

-There's some guarding in the abdomen.

-Ah!

Yeah, that would hurt.

OK, let's get a scan, then.

No! No scans.

What a surprise.

I don't think you understand. You might be bleeding internally.

I said no scans.

Would you mind stepping outside, please?

OK, there's something we can do called a fast scan

which will detect free fluid in the abdomen,

but it won't pick up on, shall we say, the finer details.

I said no scans.

As long as you understand that failure to eliminate trauma

in your abdomen may result in death, your death, it's your choice.

-I need to go get some identity tags.

-Sure.

Just a sec. Mac, do you two know each other?

Me? No. Sorry, I got...

Delayed cap refill. Let's have 45 milligrams of ketamine, please.

Right, Rosie, it looks as though you got yourself a broken ankle,

but I think the problem is the bone is out of place.

It's stopping the blood flow to your foot.

We'll give you some sedative, make you sleepy,

-and then we'll pop it back in.

-Pop it...? How do you mean?

It's fine, she won't feel any pain.

All right, we really do need to do this.

I wouldn't want to risk the foot.

Can we book an X-ray and call Orthos, please?

I'm sorry, I've ruined everything now.

Sh, you haven't, darling, you haven't.

Super strong, super fast, OK?

How long will she have to stay here?

It's too early to tell,

but considering what's happened,

she's been very lucky.

Yeah.

-What...?

-You know what, you might want to wait outside.

-It's a little bit gruesome.

-No, no, no! I'm staying.

OK, counter traction.

SHE CRIES OUT

You are doing really well.

OK, yeah. Lovely.

Right, can we have a below knee back slab, please?

And let's check it's in place with X-ray.

Mrs Beauchamp.

Right. I'll be right back.

Hey, Mackenzie, where the hell have you been?

Yeah, just give me a minute.

Mercedes' arm needs cleaning and dressing.

Preferably before nightfall(!)

IE now!

Well, it's not unusual to not have access to notes.

Neither of them are registered with a GP.

Ain't that a bit strange?

Right, well, maybe you've got the wrong house number.

Maybe they've just moved house.

And there's this. All her clothes - the price tags are still on.

Well, I'm sure there's an explanation.

The rest might be in his bag.

The Three Musketeers. Look at that. That's well-loved.

"To my little Musketeer. For the first time you go to Paris.

"Hope you will love it as much as I did.

"Remember, I am always with you. Mum."

Do you think that's where they were going?

Ow!

-Sorry.

-St Margaret's Secondary.

Shall I give the school a quick call?

Mrs Beauchamp, it's Grace!

Phone the school. I'll be back.

Grace! What do you think you're doing?

Gracie.

What's going on?

Grace, talk to me. What's happened?

I heard you.

I heard what you said - that you

don't want me...that you don't want me to live with you.

Sweetheart, I'm so... It's not that, Grace.

What's wrong?

Gracie?!

What's wrong, darling?

What's wrong?

Ah, there you are.

No - she can't breathe! Jacob, she can't breathe.

Do something. I don't know what's going on.

Grace. Grace, look at me. Look at me.

You're all right - you're OK, you're OK, you're OK. Yeah?

Now I want you to breathe with me. Breathe in...and out.

Breathe in...and out.

There you go. That's it. That's good.

OK.

Sweetheart!

What you heard...

It's complicated...

..but it doesn't in any way mean I don't want you to live with me.

You have to believe me, sweetheart.

Now, what's just happened, what happened just now,

has it happened before?

When you get stressed or upset?

Yeah, OK.

And have you told anyone?

Dad.

Sorry, we really need to catch up.

No, no, I can't.

It's OK. I'll stay with her.

You go. It's OK.

(You OK?)

Sam, call me back right now.

Your blood pressure is holding up,

heart rate is a little higher than I would like.

OK, I think now is the time to say that in the unlikely event

of you having taken anything, it would be good to tip us off.

OK. Have you had any thoughts about the fast scan?

If I feel better, I might.

OK, well, that's progress.

Will you let us know if anything changes, please, Mac?

Hm-mm.

Argh!

Watch what you're doing, will you?

Enjoying yourself?

Hardly.

Bet you're cacking it - me here.

Suppose everyone still thinks you're the hero?

Yeah, well, I've had about as much of that than I can take.

Oh, yeah? What're you going to do?

'Fess up?

Perhaps.

Really? You're going to tell everyone you've been lying to them?

That you've been such a loser than you couldn't stand up to a five-foot woman?

You're nothing but a parasite.

A parasite and a bully.

I had no choice - I told you.

Here we go.

There's loads of people out there struggling and don't do what you do.

What do you know about struggling?

Ever had to go to a food bank to feed your kid?

Let me tell you something.

If you cared anything about your kid, right, you'd accept treatment.

You heard what the doc said!

What's going to happen to your boy if you die?

Shut your mouth!

We're done here.

Can you get the ECG machine, please?

Yeah, of course. Her chart's on the end of the bed.

So it's Rosie Souza, not Rosie Stuart.

The school just e-mailed me this.

He gave us the wrong surname. That's why I couldn't find any records.

When they said they didn't have anyone by the name of Rosie Stuart,

I started describing her and they said they did have a Rosie missing that fits her description.

But this Rosie, she's been in foster care for ten years.

With a single foster mum.

Apparently, her real mother is dead

and they think she only sees her dad under supervision.

Charlie's trying to track his records down now.

Have you spoken to social services?

Her social worker's on annual leave,

and the team leader's out of the office.

I spoke to someone who said

they'd try to find her file, but you know how stretched they are.

It's fine. We'll get to the bottom of it.

What did you say to her?

Nothing, why?

Only joking. Whatever it was, it worked!

-Good news! She's agreed to the fast scan.

-Oh!

Do you need me for anything else? Just Rita needs the off-duty rotas.

No, no, I'm sure Big Mac can hold the fort.

Well, there must be some mistake - maybe a computer error.

No. There's no mistake.

Rosie is in foster care. Her name is Souza, not Stuart.

I'm not lying, I am her dad. You can do a DNA test if you want.

You will save yourself and your daughter a lot of heartache

if you tell us what's going on.

Now, are you attempting to run away?

They're moving her, that's what's going on,

to the other side of the country, where I might not see her again.

Who? Social services?

Yes. Well, no - not just them - it's much more complicated.

How?

They're all in cahoots, you see, it's all organised,

they're all in touch, all of the time.

-Who?

-I can't say.

Right. Are you in some sort of trouble?

Because you are making this case worse for yourself.

Dad? Dad?

Hey, darling, how are you?

I'll be right back.

It's really not good practice...

Mr Sean Souza. There's a staff card - Holt Valley University.

Two passports - his and Rosie, I bet...

-and two tickets to Paris.

-Oh.

And there's some prescribed medication.

Aripiprazole and Olanzapine.

Anti-psychotics.

I've found some old notes for him. There's a psych out-patients letter

which basically says, ten years ago, after the death of his wife,

he was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.

Well, that's free fluid.

I'm afraid there is evidence of internal bleeding here.

You need that CT. I mean, we can't just leave you like this.

No.

The pain you're feeling at the moment is only going to get worse.

As the bleeding intensifies,

probably as a result of a ruptured liver or a ruptured spleen,

your body will go into shock, it will go into cardiac arrest.

-I mean, what do I need to say to you?

-OK.

OK, I'll have the CT.

Right, good. OK. You call a nurse.

I'll phone ahead.

Mr Souza, I think it's time you were honest. About everything.

Hm? Mr Souza?

Just...talk to me. Just me.

OK?

Is the reason Rosie was in care because of your condition?

I, er...

When Alice died...well... everything went.

My research fellowship at Oxford, everything.

I just couldn't cope.

But you're allowed to see Rosie, aren't you?

Supervised contact once a week.

-OK.

-To protect her. How is it protecting her,

moving her around like a parcel, somewhere else where no-one

cares about her, somewhere else where she's invisible?!

-She's been moved five times in the last ten years - five times!

-Oh.

I can look after her. I'm much better now,

I've got a steady job - it's not so stressful.

But you ran away.

I mean, it was only a question of time before they found out.

Really? Never underestimate human error, human negligence.

Odds were pretty good.

Her foster mother's in court today with one of the other kids,

20-to-one anyone would notice she's missing before day school ends,

12-to-one we can get on the ferry,

then the coach goes directly to Paris.

They're going to force me to go back, aren't they?

-No, no, no, Rosie, no.

-They are.

They're going to take me back and we'll never get to Paris, never!

Of course we will.

We'll do all those things. We'll go up the Eiffel Tower,

we'll eat rose macaroons, as many as you like, and hot chocolate,

and go shopping on the Champs Elysees - new dresses, new shoes...

What is it, Rosie?

My head.

It's probably just a reaction to the ketamine.

I wouldn't worry too much.

Is there anyone we can call for you?

BLEEPING

Oh, my... Oh, no! Oh, no!

Calm down, calm down! Calm down. Calm down!

It's Connor.

This is your lad, yeah?

It means she knows where he is.

I've got to get there. I've got to get there!

No, no, no, Mercedes, what you have got to do is calm down, OK?

And tell me who she is, OK?

OK? Who is she?

Sean Souza. Lecturer in Physics.

I'm reluctant to separate them now.

Are you serious? This is a ticking time bomb!

He's tried to kidnap her - this is why they're here!

She is a 13-year-old girl,

distressed, she has no-one else with her. He's supervised.

She was removed from his care for a reason.

How do you know what his next move's going to be?

Things could erupt very quickly.

I am well aware of that, thank you.

But at the moment, he's not psychotic.

He's taking medication, he can make plans, he clearly loves his daughter very much,

he can hold a rational conversation with me.

In fact, he trusts me, so I am not going to jeopardise that.

It's Rosie. Headache's worse. She says her neck is really painful.

So, this Shelle woman - she's the one you owe money to?

Only borrowed 50 quid off her,

but she just keeps piling on the interest.

She said if I did the drop, she'll write off the debt.

Yep. And you believed her.

I had no choice! Look...

She's only trying to frighten you.

You have no idea what she's capable of!

Isn't there someone you can get to pick him up? A friend?

-A neighbour?

-No!

OK, all right, I think we need to get you seen to.

Guys, we need to move.

Please, please don't tell the police it was me.

For Connor's sake.

OK, we'll sort something out.

Thank you.

Can't take it out on the kid, can you?

Hi, Rob? It's me.

Listen, can you do me a favour?

ROSIE GROANS

All right. Follow my finger.

-What's wrong with her?

-Where's does it hurt, Rosie?

Back of my head.

-What have you done to her?

-It's not helping.

Something you've given her, isn't it? You or someone else.

Right, let's give her 5 of morphine

and call CT. I want to exclude a bleed.

A bleed? In her brain?!

Did she bang her head?

No... She fell.

I'm going with her.

No, no. Absolutely not. I need you to stay here.

She needs to be calm and still.

For me to let you stay here with her after what's happened,

I am really going out on a limb.

I don't know, because there's only one of you and a lot of them,

and they're very, very powerful.

That's why we need to work together, OK?

Otherwise the other option is a nuclear one.

I really don't want to resort to that, for her sake.

OK. Do you trust me?

Yeah? OK.

I will stay with her. OK? No harm will come to her.

I'll stay with her all the time, I promise.

OK? OK, good man. All right. As quickly as we can, please.

I've been thinking... If I have a word with the senior nurse,

he might be able to get Connor put into temporary care for tonight.

It's not ideal, I know, but at least he'll be safe.

MACHINERY BLEEPS

Mercedes?

OK, can you get Dr Keogh, please?

Connie! What's happened? Is Grace OK?

You'll have to give me a minute.

ASAP, you said.

Typical. You click your fingers and everyone has to jump. Forget it.

No! Hang on! Carry on without me - I'll catch up with you.

OK, let's get 4 milligrams of lorazepam.

Lorazepam that way?

-Ah, sorry...

-Come on! What's wrong with you today?

What's brought this on?

Well, if she has swallowed any drugs then the side effects

have been masked by the internal bleeding.

Her heart rate's through the roof.

Now is really not a good time.

As you can see, she's somewhat incapacitated.

It's not her I need to talk to.

It's Mr Chalker.

A simple yes or no - has it happened before?

-OK, if you get off your high horse for a minute...

-Has it?

Well, yes - once or twice.

When?

Once on a school trip, once, I think, when she went horse riding.

Oh, you think once or twice, two or three times - what does it matter?

Oh, stop. It's not uncommon.

I wasn't going to get hysterical and declare panic stations.

We talked about it and we said we'll see how it goes.

-Right, were you ever going to tell me?

-Oh, please! What could you have done?

-I'm her mother.

-And I'm her father - I live with her,

and I did what I thought was best at the time.

-Do you know what - you're not taking her tonight.

-Excuse me?

You are not taking her tonight.

All right? There's clearly an issue, she is obviously upset.

And I'm not going to let you push me out.

Push you out?! Did she say this is why she's upset?

-Because she's leaving?

-Not in so many words, no.

Funny that she spends time with you and she has a panic attack.

Something must have happened to trigger this off.

Connie?

Rosie. Rosie?

I need to go.

Go? Go where?

Dad! Coach...coach...

-She's getting worse.

-We'll have the results of the CT scan back shortly.

That'll give us a better indication of what the problem is.

Where is she? Where's Mrs Beauchamp?

-She promised she wouldn't leave her.

-I'm sure there's a good explanation.

-I'll go find her.

What have they done?

No wonder she had a panic attack!

She heard it out of context!

Out of context? She's a child, for heaven's sake!

What does she know about context?

-Really, you have no idea, do you?

-What?

-Does she know you're sleeping with him as well?

-No!

At least that's something.

You'll get tired of him next week.

That has nothing to do with it!

It has everything to do with it.

Unwittingly, you've hit the nail on the head.

Mothering is not for you -

you don't really want it, you don't really like it.

Your job comes first every time.

But everything has a price. A child needs to be wanted.

If she has issues...

Right, so it's my fault now?

Well, whose fault is it?

I'm sorry.

I said that in anger, but look, you and her, it just doesn't work.

The bigger the high, the harder the fall. I'm taking her home.

If you try and stop me, it'll only make things worse.

Mrs Beauchamp. You're needed in HDC - now!

Just go. Go do your job.

What have you done to her? What have you done?!

-What's happened?

-She's groaning, and slurring her words.

-Please, please don't move her!

-No, no, no, Sean, that's dangerous.

I'm not letting you hurt her. I'm not letting you hurt her.

Is that the CT?

Rosie? Rosie, it's me.

Subarachnoid bleed.

What's that?

-That looks like...

-A metallic foreign object.

Has she had brain surgery? At any point?

As a child? A baby? Look, there seems like there's a coil there.

That would make her susceptible to brain injury.

The slightest knock could make her bleed.

No! I don't believe you any more. I don't believe you.

You said you would stay with her! You promised! You're one of them, aren't you?

Answer me!

I don't know!

I told you, I wasn't well. I wasn't around a lot of the time.

If we'd known this we'd have done a CT sooner!

I'll call the neurosurgeons.

OK. Right, let's prep for an RSI, please.

Right, you need to let us do our job immediately,

or she could suffer irreversible brain damage, Sean.

Let her go or I swear I'll make you.

ROSIE WHIMPERS

Right, let's get the head of the bed down.

I don't know what you mean. Why would I want to change my statement?

I'm just saying, if you do want to, then now would be a good time.

So, do you? Want to change anything?

-Anything at all?

-I don't think so, no.

Right.

It's just...we've done some DNA comparisons.

-DNA?

-Mercedes Christie has a criminal record so we have hers on file.

I've asked them to compare that to the DNA samples

we retrieved from the site of Mr Garcia's attack.

That's where you know her from, isn't it?

She was the mugger.

We've got Ms Christie's CT results.

She suffered a significant rupture to the spleen so she's on her way to theatre.

And in answer to your anticipated question,

yes, the scan did show evidence of foreign bodies, in the abdomen,

probably narcotic wraps that ruptured and caused her to overdose

and then fit. So I guess you've got what you want, if you want to...

Well, we've entered a whole new ball game, I'm afraid.

It's not just intent to supply drugs charges we're bringing against her now.

We've linked her to the attack on Mr Garcia.

We'll text you when we've landed.

High five, firecracker.

High five.

Don't.

Just to let you know, Rosie Souza's up in theatre

and social services are here.

OK, I'm coming now.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid we've lost Mr Souza.

I had to step out for a minute, and apparently he needed the toilet.

Oh, no. I don't believe it. He's really vulnerable.

-ED?

-He's nowhere on the floor, and I've just called theatre.

He hasn't followed Rosie, either.

OK. Just call security. He's got to be somewhere.

They've found him where?!

I...just don't get it. Why did you lie?!

-I...

-And for so long! You kept it going for so long!

I was going to tell you.

What stopped you? Cos it was a woman?

Was that it?

I don't know. Maybe. It just got out of control so quick!

I'm your best mate, man. Your best mate! How could you?!

I was going to tell you, right, when you gave me the bike,

then she turned up out of the blue all of a sudden.

I know there's no excuse.

No.

There isn't.

Where are you going?

I'm moving out.

Why would he do that?

He must have known it would catch up with him in the end.

Well, that's what we do, isn't it?

We live in hope, even though we know it'll end in tears.

So why do we take the risk?

Such is humanity.

Could you tell her that social services will be there to pick up

her son after school and that patient support will be in touch?

Bye, thank you.

Stay here.

Sean, come inside.

We need to talk about Rosie.

Don't! Don't.

Sean.

Rosie's OK.

All right? She'll be fine.

I didn't know. I can't remember anything

and I didn't know and I could have killed her.

OK, but you didn't.

It's all happening again, I can feel it. Coming on again.

I can feel it repeating itself. I know it's coming back.

What? What's coming back?

That feeling.

When I get ill, I feel like there's some terrible mindless plot

and I'm getting that feeling again,

I'm getting that feeling, I'm getting it.

OK, listen to me, Sean, listen to me.

They're coming back.

Look at me. Sean, look at me.

You know what this is. You've been through this before.

They're coming back, the voices.

OK.

What are the voices telling you?

That I can't get anything right.

That she's better off without me, that I've let her down.

I let them both down.

Our beautiful little girl.

You didn't let her down.

Because like you said if I told you if I knew but I was ill

when she was a baby, I can't remember anything

and if I told you... I promised her I would look after her.

I promised her, and I did the opposite. I did the opposite.

This could all be over for everyone.

-They're telling me to jump.

-No! Sean, Sean, please, look at me.

Sean, I'm here. Sean, I'm here!

Listen to me!

Listen to my voice, OK?

You have been through this before,

but you are scared and depressed right now.

Is this the point where you promise me things

and say you'll stay with me and things will change and...

No. No, Sean.

This is the point when I tell you she won't be in care for ever.

Three years. Three years and she'll be 16.

OK, you can't take care of her at the moment,

but if you go into treatment, take your medication,

you will feel better.

I know how much you love her.

Love is not enough.

Well, then, before you do this, imagine your little girl's face

when I tell her you decided to jump.

That you gave up on her, on you.

Imagine the pain she'll have to live with for the rest of her life.

The course I was telling you about this morning, in some ways,

Mercedes provides you with the perfect opportunity, doesn't she?

You're still going on about that?

Yes, I am.

No. N-O.

Apparently, there are spare pizzas going in the pub.

Yeah. Party's been cancelled but the pizzas are still on.

I think you're all being too harsh.

Has no-one seen Accidental Hero? I feel sorry for him.

Well, he could have come clean earlier.

It's Noel I feel sorry for.

Max, wait up.

I was wondering where you were.

Yeah, listen.

Let's wait for Max.

I've been thinking.

Always a bad idea.

I'm going to give that drink a miss.

It was never going to work.

What about...?

It was a mistake. I'm sorry.

Hey, guys.

I'm so sorry.

It's OK, Dad.

I love you.

I did the right thing.

I'm the one that gave up on Grace.

Look...

The bottom line is are you going to

pay for that for the rest of your life?

That was then - this is now.

You're not on your own now, cos I'm here.

Come here.

Now, you could either stand here and feel sorry for yourself,

or...

follow your heart.

For once.

(OK.)

Shut up and drive.

MUSIC PLAYS LOUDLY

Connie?! What the...

Grace, wait.

Sweetheart, giving you up was the worst thing I've ever done in my life.

And I will never, ever do that again.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

I'm so sorry.