Buried Alive Casualty

Ethan.

You can't ignore me forever, you know that.

I heard you were great with him.

Yeah, well.

He's a good kid.

Just do it.

Just hit me.

What was I supposed to do? Huh?

Tell everybody I was hid in the khazi

while my best mate got battered by a girl?

I froze. OK?

It was a cowardly thing to do and I'm sorry!

You said it would just be me and you.

Grace...

Finish it with Jacob or I go back to Dad.

Doesn't look like homework.

It's too early for homework.

I've told you. When you're a teenager,

you can stay at home by yourself and get yourself to school, it's fine.

-Until then...

-You're going to carry on torturing me?

Morning. I thought that was you.

How you doing, firecracker?

Fine.

Right. I'll speak to you later, yeah?

Yeah, OK.

You haven't told him?

Mum, it's me or him.

You promised.

It's over. He was just being friendly.

All right?

Now get your stuff together for school, the taxi'll be here.

Can't you answer your phone?

-HE SIGHS

-Not when my phone is in there, no.

Anyone for coffee?

The funeral home called. We can pick up the ashes this afternoon.

I thought we could head there after work

and then, er, I don't know, go down to the beach or something?

I've, er... I've got plans.

You've got plans? Right, well...

I'll go and collect Mum's ashes on my own, then, shall I?

Just like I went to the funeral on my own.

I need to get on.

Oh, Zoe, er, can you have a look at these for me?

Hang on a second. Max, would you take these blood specimens up to the lab?

-I'm in the middle of something.

-Yeah, but you CAN.

-Contrary to popular myth, I can only do one thing at a time.

-Come on...

Any other porter spoke to a consultant like that...

I just... I don't understand. How have you not?

Jack, just let it go.

Noel's never heard of Gina G.

She's a legend... "# Ooh, ah, just a..." Eurovision!

Robyn, Mrs Chatham, she's been discharged, has she?

-Yes. Still discharged.

-Hm.

Is he all right?

He hasn't been the same since Lofty left.

HAMMERING ON DOOR

-FROM OUTSIDE: She's not in.

-I've just seen her through the window.

TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND

-Well?

-The money's coming.

-Do I look an idiot?

-Do you want me to answer that?

Mum?

Hiya, handsome. You all right?

Connor, go out and play, please.

Now.

Hey, you.

Are you avoiding me?

No, I'm...non-clinical today, I've got loads of admin,

so, sorry, I'm snowed under.

Well, you were weird earlier too. With Grace.

-Not to mention how rude she was. SNAPS:

-Right, don't...

Please just don't talk about my daughter like that.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Look, I was thinking, maybe we should all go out, get some food.

Me, you and Grace.

I-I... I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not? What's wrong?

Grace, at the moment...

She needs to be my priority.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying...

I'm saying it's not going to work out between you and me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up.

Where's this from?

From Grace?

I have to think about my family.

She's really got you wrapped around her little finger, hasn't she?

I'm going to need you to back off, please.

Don't worry, I can back off.

I can back off as much as you like.

But you know the problem with burying your feelings?

They get buried alive.

PATIENT GROANS

OK, you're doing really well. We're nearly done.

Would you like me to take over?

PATIENT STRAINS BONES CRACK

OK.

Can you make Mr Hall comfortable with a broad arm sling

and get X-ray to do a post-reduction film, please?

-Ethan, wait.

-Lily...

-Don't undermine me in front of a patient again.

-I understand you're hurting.

When I lost my father...

Without meaning to be rude, if I wanted your advice, I would ask for it.

But why can't I drive? You never let me drive.

All right, fine. You can drive.

-Really?

-No.

Oi, lads! Listen.

I was wondering if there's any chance I could ride shotgun with you guys today.

Yeah. I don't see why not. I'd have to clear it.

Well, we're pretty quiet in here and I'll check in with Rita and everything this end.

OK, OK, you want to ride with the cool kids, do you?

-Mate, I'm pretty sure I've got a car that's older than you.

-LAUGHTER

That is nothing to brag about, mate!

All right, let me go and chat to Rita, yeah?

Inside Out, Titanic, Steel Magnolias.

Aren't you a bit young to know Steel Magnolias?

Babe, I love Steel Magnolias. SHE LAUGHS

Sorry, traffic was bad.

-Are you...Dad?

-I am. They called when I was at work.

-How is he?

-Yeah, he's fine. We're just waiting for the...

Oh, actually, Dr Hardy, this is Russell, he took a tumble off the sofa.

-And that's Russell's dad.

-Ewan.

OK. And what's the problem?

There's some tenderness and swelling in the right wrist.

But he's still pretty uncomfortable so I'm guessing some

analgesia and an X-ray?

Well, that's my call, Robyn, not yours.

OK, how is the pain on a scale of one to ten?

HE SUCKS HIS TEETH

Kind of hurts more than chemo, but less than

when they put in a central line.

Um, Russell has a stage-four brain tumour.

Right, OK. Um...

L-Let's get him some pain relief. We'll get this arm X-rayed.

If it is broken, we need to check whether it's a pathological fracture.

What do you mean, "pathological"?

It's a break.

Caused by disease.

OK, it leads to a weakness in the bone structure.

-In this case, his...

-Cancer.

Yes.

They usually present as transverse fractures,

so we'll know from the X-ray.

Where are you going?

Just taking Grandad out for the day.

Just trying to show these kids how it's done.

You look like a...

You look like a boy band that have reformed for the money.

I'd pay.

Did I say that out loud?

We were all thinking it.

-RADIO:

-Holby Control to 3006.

Right, stay calm, follow my lead.

3006 to Control. Go ahead, over.

Robyn's looking for you.

The boy, your patient - he's heading down to X-ray.

I'm aware. Thank you.

Your mother wouldn't want this.

HE SIGHS

How would I know what my mother would've wanted?

You're in pain.

When I lost my father...

I don't care about your father, Lily.

I don't care about my mother.

All she's actually done is leave me with this death sentence.

Death sentence?

Ethan, what's really going on?

I have Huntington's disease.

-How do you know?

-We did the test, Caleb and I, and...

..I have the gene.

And does Cal?

No, he's fine.

Caleb is just perfect.

I'm sorry, I don't know what to say.

Well, there's nothing to say, is there?

This is never going to leave me.

This is going to follow me around for the rest of my life and then...

it's going to kill me.

Who knows what will happen in the years to come?

Advances in medicine...

Do you know what?

I work hard.

I'm the good one.

I've always been the good one, and h-he just...

He goes wherever he wants.

H-He gets everything he wants.

Career, women - everything comes so easy to him.

Yes, but you can't blame him for this.

But I do! I really do.

I don't deserve this.

And he does?

Yeah, maybe he does.

-Leave the talking to the grown-ups, boys.

-All right, lads?

-What we got?

-Jimmy O'Connor.

Around 40 years of age. He's trapped on the first floor.

According to locals, he's been squatting up there ever

since they started redeveloping. We think he was tampering with the

-gas mains and caused an explosion.

-Any danger of a secondary explosion?

We don't think so. The gas company have isolated the mains

but there is some pretty serious structural damage.

The impact brought down one of the beams.

Our guy is trapped beneath it.

OK, right, let's get the bags and we'll get in there.

What did I just say? Structural damage.

-All right, calm down.

-I'll give you the nod

once my men have secured the building.

Bloody hotheads.

Nice guy(!)

So what do we do now? Just wait?

Connor! Shouldn't you be at school?

-It's my nan, she's not well.

-Nothing serious?

Just dropped something on her toe or something.

That's not bad, that one. The prequel's better.

-Do you prefer DC or Marvel?

-Ah, it's a good question.

You see, my head says Marvel, my heart says DC.

Can I hang out with you?

I won't be any bother.

Yeah, it's not that, it's just this is a hospital

and I'm at work. I'm really sorry, mate.

OK, the good news is it's not a pathological fracture, all right?

It should heal of its own accord.

Robyn's going to book you a follow-up appointment

with the fracture clinic, but you're free to go.

Thanks, Doc.

Can I still go go-karting?

I wouldn't have thought so, not with your arm like that.

Maybe when your arm's a little bit better.

-It was on my list.

-What list?

They call it a bucket list because of the phrase "kick the bucket".

I need to make a call.

-This sucks, right?

-Nah, it's not so bad.

At least I get to see my dad.

What do you mean, you get to see your dad?

Want to know what else is on my list?

Meet Taylor Swift!

Starting small, then!

Get 100 likes on Facebook.

-Get married.

-Get married?

Yeah, like on "Mamma Mia!".

You can marry me if you want.

Do you know what, that might just be the best offer I've had in ages.

I'll think about it.

I'll be back in a sec, all right?

Mr Watts, can I get you a tea? Coffee?

I'm fine. I need to get back to work.

What about Russell?

He's not living with us at the moment.

He's at the respite centre. Excuse me.

Your man is on the first floor, round about here.

So you don't know how badly injured he is?

No. I've got officers to accompany you up,

but moving the girder he's under isn't an option without

compromising the entire structure.

OK.

You still up for this, nursey boy?

-Better than ever.

-Tread carefully - let's get you in and out safely.

Right, let's get the kit, please.

Ethan, do you know that Russell doesn't live with his parents?

They moved him into respite. Here's there all by himself.

What reason could you have for moving a dying kid into a home

and then walking away?

It's not unheard of.

Especially if there are brothers and sisters involved.

Often the parents become much closer to the sick child

at the expense of the other siblings.

Sometimes they withdraw from the sick child to protect the siblings.

It's a coping mechanism.

It's awful! How can you even begin to cope with knowing that your

time's up any day now?

Imagine that and then imagine being an 11-year-old kid.

OK, excuse me.

What did I say?

You know, you don't always have to talk so much, Robyn.

Cheers, fellas.

Hello, mate. My name's Iain and I'm a paramedic.

My name's Jimmy and I'm screwed.

Well, we're going to do everything we can.

This is Jez and Jacob, my glamorous assistants.

-Hey there, fella.

-All right, mate.

OK, let's get some fluids in, please.

You served in Afghanistan?

Three tours. You?

Yeah, I spent some time in Camp Bastion - Mert Team.

So you're qualified, eh?

You'd hope so, wouldn't you?

How did you end up here?

Wish I knew.

Yeah, it's not easy transitioning back into the real world, is it?

HE GROANS

Right, the limb's pulseless, cold.

We're looking at a massive soft-tissue loss.

-Get a tourniquet, please, Jez.

-What's happening?

You're all right, mate. Just hang on in there with us.

-We need a doctor out here.

-Yeah.

Call it in, please, Jez.

3006 to Control.

-RADIO:

-This is Control, go ahead.

We're looking at a prolonged entrapment here.

We're going to need a med team to extract.

Don't worry, Jimmy, you're going to be all right.

You might have been a good soldier but you're a terrible liar.

Yeah.

Right, let's keep stemming that bleed. More gauze, please.

Have you seen Cal?

He should be around.

Well, if you see him, can you tell him

-I need him to write up some drugs?

-Yeah, I will do.

PHONE RINGS

-RECORDED MESSAGE:

-Hi, this is Cal. I can't get to the phone right now

but if you play your cards right, I might get back to you.

You still here?

They're going to do an op on him... Her!

Your nan's not in hospital, is she?

I don't have a nan.

No.

So...why aren't you in school?

It's an inset day.

OK, well, when I had an inset day I'd be outside playing

football with my mates.

And when I say outside playing football with my mates,

I mean sitting in my bedroom playing Super Nintendo

-with Chris Dans.

-Who's Chris Dans?

-My point is, do you have...?

-I don't have any friends...

e-except you.

We can hang out together if you want.

-Like, work experience.

-Yeah, the thing is, that's not allowed.

-Please, it's an inset day.

-It's not, though, is it?

No, it really is, I promise.

OK.

You'd better keep out of the way,

otherwise I'm in big trouble. Come on.

This way.

PHONE RINGS

Holby ED.

Yep. Yep.

OK.

Yep. Sorry, Masters? Jacob Masters?

I'm non-clinical. OK, I'll take it.

Right, this is Connie Beauchamp. What's happened?

Mr Watts.

Painkillers and information on plasters.

I'll pass it all on to the centre.

Does Russell have brothers or sisters?

Sisters - two girls.

You do visit him, don't you, in the centre?

He's not on his own, is he?

Of course he's not on his own!

-Have you got kids?

-No.

Then you have no idea what it's like to lose a child -

let alone lose that child in slow motion.

-I'm sorry, I didn't...

-I'm not a bad father.

-I wasn't saying...

-Russell's stronger than you think.

Of course he is. He's 11 going on 40.

But d'you know what he said to me today?

He said he didn't mind breaking his arm

because at least he got to see his dad.

Russell!

Russell, can you hear me, sweetheart? Ethan!

He's just started fitting.

Let's clear his airway and then straight through to resus, please.

And can we get some lorazepam ready as well, please?

-Where's that med team, Jez?

-On their way, apparently.

-What they doing, crawling over here?

-I got here as fast as I could.

Mrs Beauchamp.

Right, what have you got?

OK, this is Jimmy O'Connor, 42.

Severe trauma to the upper left arm.

Trapped under a heavy beam for approx 50 minutes now.

GCS is 12 down from 15, pulse 120.

BP 100/60.

Jimmy, I'm Connie Beauchamp. I'm the emergency doctor.

We're going to get you out of here, OK?

He's pretty unresponsive, isn't he?

All right, let's titrate another five of morphine,

draw up some ketamine and let's take it from there.

-We've got a second crew on standby outside.

-What are you thinking?

That left arm's clearly non-viable

and we're looking at potential massive blood loss.

If we can't move this steel girder without further compromising

the structure, then, I think we're all agreed,

we need to amputate.

And sooner rather than later.

Mr Watts, Russell is stable for now, OK?

We're going to be taking him for a CT scan shortly.

I've spoken with the paediatric oncologist, OK?

He expects the CT to show that the tumour has grown,

given the lack of treatment over the past few weeks.

This is the end.

H-Have you made a plan?

Have you made any plans...

..well, in terms of where?

All the leaflets...

..the information, they say...

they recommend that you bring your child...

..that you bring your child home to die.

I'm sorry.

No, no. Please, please, don't apologise.

There are people who can help.

OK, there is a bereavement team, there are counsellors,

there are people you can talk to.

What then?

After he's gone...

..what do I do then?

How do I look people in the eye?

How do I explain to the girls that Russell is gone?

How do I tell people my child is dead?

But he's not.

OK? And he needs you.

He's out.

Sats are good.

Let's keep an eye on his vitals.

Erm, right,

keep talking to the patient, please, Staff Nurse Masters.

You're doing really well, Jimmy, all right?

Right. Scalpel?

CREAKING

Nice and easy.

CREAKING

Knife.

OK.

Saw.

CRASHING AND CREAKING

OK, yep. OK.

Right, pass me the swab.

All right, let's go.

-OK, let's move.

-Board in, please.

Make sure it's right next to the head.

One, two, three.

Board under.

And across.

-SIGHING

-Yep.

-You guys good to follow?

-Sure.

-Here, take this.

-Ready, guys?

Up on three, please. One, two, three.

THEY GRUNT

Right, OK. Out nice and steady, please.

CREAKING

There you go.

You all right?

Let me help you.

I'm fine, I can manage.

-Why are you being like this?

-What are you even doing here, Jacob?

Running away from the ED like this!

I wasn't running away!

I was taking a step back just like you asked.

CREAKING

What, you don't think I'd rather be with you than out here?

CLATTERING

CLATTERING AND SMASHING

CHATTER

Hang on. Grace, what are you doing here?

I'm looking for my mum. We're going shopping.

Oh. Is she back?

-I don't think so.

-She's gone out on a job.

What job?

She's attending an entrapment.

There was an explosion at...

Sorry, excuse me.

Why don't we wait in her office?

-Is she going to be OK?

-Oh, yeah.

She's going to be fine. Ignore him.

Have you got any homework with you that I can do?

MUMBLING

You know, he proposed to me earlier on. Russell.

It's part of his bucket list.

He wants to get married like in "Mamma Mia!".

"Mamma Mia!"?

His words - not mine.

Bless him. It's just awful.

Yeah.

LIFT BEEPS

Just try not to kill anyone, all right?

Max, can I have a word?

Yeah. I'll catch you up.

Isn't that...?

-Connor. Mercedes' son.

-Yeah, what's he doing here?

Mm, it's a bit of...unofficial work experience.

Oh, Max. That's...that's a no.

Er, what do you mean...

-no?

-This isn't something you really should be doing.

OK, but...

You know you're not my boss, right?

I was just being a friend...

-You're right. Taken it on board.

-Fine. Do whatever you like.

Ooh! You all right?

Oh, it's Max. It's always Max.

It's like I don't matter.

Let him just make his own mistakes, Rita.

It's not my job any more, is it?

Sorry, do you know about Connie?

Yeah, she's gone out on an entrapment.

No. There's been a collapse at the building.

She's trapped.

She and Jacob are trapped.

Well, are they going to be all right?

That's all I know, I'm afraid.

I've got Grace waiting in her office.

Are you all right?

Yep. I...think so.

SHE WINCES

THEY GRUNT

SHE PANTS

You? You all right?

-RADIO:

-Jacob, mate, can you hear me?

Iain, we're, erm...

We're in some kind of...

basement. It's, erm...

-RADIO:

-Are you both all right?

JACOB COUGHS

I don't know. You all right?

I don't think I can move.

-HE PANTS

-What?

My leg.

What?

HE PANTS

-OK.

-HE GRUNTS

I can't move.

I can't do it.

Iain!

-Iain!

-HE GRUNTS

We're trapped!

Iain, Jacob's stuck.

And there's sand coming in. How soon can you get to us?

RADIO BEEPS

-RADIO:

-Just looking into that. Give us a minute.

Nobody's going in there until we can secure the building.

We're not going to wait here while they're stuck in there, are we?

We've got the Usar team en route

and I've got two men doing a perimeter check as we speak,

but the whole building is unstable.

We can't wait for a rescue team. We need to get in there now!

They're trapped in the basement with sand pouring in...

I can't risk any more casualties!

That building is a deathtrap.

All right, tell me this.

If it was your men in there, what would you do?

RADIO CHATTER

You're doing really well. Won't be long.

Russell, can you hear me?

Yes.

Hey.

You can speak to him, if you like.

It's OK.

Russell? Can you hear me?

Dad?

I CAN hear you.

Bit like being in a sci-fi movie, this, innit, eh?

All of this.

But you're used to it.

And you've never once complained, have you?

I'm sorry I can't protect you from all of this.

-HE SOBS

-I'm sorry I wasn't there for you.

Dad, I'm scared.

I know.

So am I.

But I'm here.

I'm here.

JACOB GRUNTS, SAND POURS

Iain? What is going on out there?

-RADIO BEEPS

-We need to do something.

-We need to plug that hole.

-Watch your eyes.

-HE GRUNTS

-OK.

SHE GROANS

-No, it's not going to work. It's coming down too fast.

-Come on!

HE GRUNTS

Well, we need to do something!

SHE GRUNTS

HE YELLS

Iain, we are slowly but surely being buried alive here!

-What's going on?

-RADIO BEEPS

Yeah, we're working on it. We are coming to get you. Over.

We head into the basement here.

Presuming they fell straight through,

they'll be here - the old store.

-And when we get there...

-We break down the wall

-and get them out.

-Wait a minute.

If we do that, the building could fall down.

Listen, we wait, they die. Simple as.

You two - we're going in via the basement.

I need you on standby for extraction.

THEY COUGH

-SHE COUGHS

-Iain, where are you?

Go.

Go.

-Get out of here.

-I'm not leaving you.

There is no point both of us...

-HE COUGHS

-..both of us dying.

-Right. Neither of us is dying!

-CREAKING

That is not going to happen.

HE GROANS

CLATTERING

Connie?

Connie!

Connie, wake up!

Connie!

Why is she taking so long?

I'm sure she'll be here any minute.

Yeah, I mean, she's probably on her way now.

Nothing.

Connie!

Connie, get the hell up. Come on, Connie!

HE COUGHS

BANGING

-Steady.

-CLANGING

-JACOB ON RADIO:

-Iain!

You guys need to get in here now, all right?

We are trapped.

-And Connie's knocked out cold.

-HE COUGHS

Guys, get in here now!

Right, gents, we need to get a move on.

So...

I have no idea what this text is about.

JACOB GRUNTS

JACOB PANTS

CONNIE COUGHS

Connie?

HE PANTS

COUGHING

CONNIE STIRS

COUGHING AND PANTING

I c...

HE PANTS

I can't...I can't move, Jacob.

HE PANTS

I can't...I can't move!

SHE PANTS

Nobody's coming for us.

No.

-HE MUMBLES

-Listen...

we're not done yet, all right?

We are not done yet. They are coming for us.

I need to speak to Grace.

I need to speak to Grace.

Please, Jacob!

HE PANTS

SHE PANTS

SHE COUGHS

This is Connie Beauchamp.

Please patch me through to Holby ED.

MUSIC: Make You Feel My Love by Adele

CAMERA CLICKS

# When the rain is blowing in your face

# And the whole world is on your case... #

Babe...

you look fab!

-MUSIC PLAYS

-You too.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today

to witness the...

-marriage, I guess...

-HE LAUGHS

-Does anyone know the words to this?

-LAUGHTER

..the marriage of Robyn and Russell!

-Whoo!

-Whey!

APPLAUSE

Smile.

CAMERA CLICKS Lovely!

# I could hold you for a million years

# To make you feel my love. #

Grace?

Your mum just wants a quick word with you,

so we're going to use this radio.

Why hasn't she got her phone?

-Well...

-She...

She just wants to have a few words with you,

all right, darling?

-Hello?

-RADIO BEEPS

-RADIO:

-Connie, I've got Grace with me.

-I'm just going to pass you over.

-RADIO BEEPS

Grace, it's Mummy. Can you hear me?

Just...just press there.

Grace, can you hear me?

Mum, where are you?

Grace...

..I need you to listen very carefully to me.

Can you do that for Mummy?

Mum, what's happening?

When are you coming back?

Mum, where are you?

I'm here.

There, um...

Something's happened. There's been an accident.

I'm OK. I'll be OK.

Just come back.

Mum?

I'm trying my best, sweetheart.

All right, darling,

I need you to listen to me.

-SOBS:

-I love you very much.

I want you to come home.

Mum, tell us where you are.

We'll come and get you.

We'll come and get you now.

-SHE CRIES

-I love you very much.

SAND POURS

CONNIE SOBS

RADIO CRACKLES

Mum? RADIO CRACKLES

Mum?

Come on, Jez!

RADIO CHATTER

Here we are.

They'll look after you very well upstairs.

And hopefully...

you'll be home tomorrow.

You mean...back to respite.

No.

He means home.

HE CHUCKLES

Ooh, and remember...

no water on this plaster.

I don't want you back in here with a soggy cast, OK?

LAUGHTER

LIFT BEEPS

Guys!

-Look at this.

-Awh!

Hey! 117 likes!

Well, that's another one off the list.

Just need to meet Taylor Swift now.

THEY CHUCKLE

Bye.

Thank you.

Bye, babes.

LIFT: 'Doors closing.'

Forget making every day count -

he's making every second count.

That's got to be it.

Jacob!

Connie!

Iain!

-Iain, we're in here, mate!

-SAND POURS

Iain, hurry up, please!

Right, we're outside.

Right, let's get this moved, lads.

We're going to try and get this wall down.

We're in here! Iain, hurry up!

SHE COUGHS

IAIN GRUNTS

IAIN GRUNTS

-It's not shifting.

-Just keep going.

IAIN GRUNTS

SHE COUGHS

BANGING

JACOB SPITS

IAIN GRUNTS

It's not doing owt!

We haven't got anything else! Keep going.

Wait, wait!

-Have you got a winch on the truck?

-What are you thinking?

I've got NO idea if it's going to work,

but, Iain, mate, you need to keep going.

All right, guys, back up the truck.

-IAIN GRUNTS

-We need to get the winch in.

THEY COUGH WEAKLY

SAND POURS

SMASHING

Come on, Iain, we need some give!

SAND POURS

MUFFLED GRUNTING

IAIN GRUNTS IAIN YELLS

All right, get the crowbar in!

OK.

ENGINE REVS

CLATTERING

IAIN GRUNTS

SAND POURS

IAIN GRUNTS

Mrs Beauchamp!

Can you hear me? It's Iain.

Jacob? Jacob?

Jacob? Talk to me, Jacob.

Talk to me. Are you OK?

Jacob.

SHE COUGHS

OK.

HE WHEEZES

It's Jez, it's Jez. We got you.

3006 to Holby ED.

-RADIO:

-Charlie here.

Charlie, it's Iain.

-RADIO:

-We've found them. They're alive.

Oh!

Oh!

All received.

Thank you.

-RADIO BEEPS

-Thank you.

SIREN WAILS

You should probably be getting home for your tea.

Mum doesn't like to cook.

So, what do you do for...

..you know, food?

Cereal.

Cereal's good. I like cereal. But...

why don't you get yourself a bag of chips on the way home?

-You sure?

-Yeah.

Treat yourself to a battered sausage while you're at it.

See you around.

You've got my number. Any emergencies, just give me a ring.

See you later.

I...just heard about Mrs Beauchamp and Jacob.

Yeah, they're en route right now.

They're saying there are no serious injuries,

which is a bit of a miracle.

Yeah. It really is.

Have you talked to your brother?

No.

Why?

He went awol earlier on.

I've been covering for him all day.

Right.

Look, I know you've been through a lot.

But...

he's just been looking out for you, you know?

Can you think where he might have gone?

Yes. I have a pretty good idea.

Leave it with me.

Ta-da!

There you go.

It's yours.

Again.

Really?

Really.

In that case...

..you better have these.

Come home.

I thought you'd never ask, buddy.

THEY LAUGH ENTHUSIASTICALLY

SIREN WAILS

Ooh, coffee! Which one did you go for?

Sorry, did you want something?

No. Well, yeah.

Look. I know you miss Lofty...

Do I?

Yeah, I do too.

And if you ever wanted to talk about it, then...

Maybe not.

LAUGHTER

Yeah, it's going to be just like old times.

Mac and Noel. Noel and Mac.

Like mac and cheese.

HE CHUCKLES

Hey! What's up with you, faceache?

So you're going to move back in with him? Just like that?

I thought you wanted me gone.

What about me toenail clippings on your sofa?

Awh! I'm going to miss you too, buddy.

I am not going to miss you.

What, really? What, not even just...

# Ooh-ah, just a little bit?

# Ooh-ah... #

I hate you. NOEL LAUGHS

I hate you, too.

-Where is she?

-Connie, Connie. You should be immobilised.

-You know that.

-No, it was my decision.

I just want to see my daughter.

-Connie, please, this is dangerous.

-SHE MUMBLES

-I know.

-We have to get you checked over!

-In a minute.

I just want to see Grace.

DOOR OPENS Mum!

Oh, my baby girl!

-CONNIE CRIES

-Oh, my baby girl.

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

I love you.

CONNIE SNIFFLES

SEAGULLS CRY

WIND BLOWS

Cal.

Oh!

ETHAN SIGHS

At least it's a bit better than last time we were here.

I heard what you said.

WAVES ROLL

About...

me deserving it, not you.

Oh!

I was angry.

I didn't mean it.

Yeah, well, you were probably right.

No.

No. It's not true.

You don't deserve this.

No-one does.

I was just upset and...

I still am.

But I know that blaming you isn't going to help me.

You missed the funeral, Ethan.

I know.

And that is something

I'm going to have to live with.

I'm sorry, Mum.

CAL LAUGHS

It's got a seat belt on.

Safety first, as always.

I am really sorry.

Oh, you don't need to be sorry,

you idiot, you know? Just...

just talk to me.

Please, I'm...

I'm here for you.

"Be more Cal."

-Hm?

-That's what I'm going to do.

It's my new resolution.

Be more Cal?

Yeah, you know...

carpe diem.

Run...recklessly headfirst

into improbably dangerous situations.

Be more Cal.

OK, so are you coming in?

Coming in...where?

You...you've got to be kidding me. That is...

Ethan, it's freezing!

ETHAN SHOUTS Come on!

ETHAN LAUGHS

ETHAN CHEERS

-Whoo! Yeah!

-Go on!

THEY CHEER

THEY LAUGH