Tangled Webs We Weave Casualty

-Internet dating?

-Overdone it on the male grooming, don't you think?

Well, you tried scruffy and look how that turned out.

-The money's coming.

-Do I look like an idiot?

I need my stash back.

-My boss thinks I sold them on the side.

-So you set them straight.

Just stay away from her, Max, she's bad news.

I don't want you getting involved in whatever she's got going on.

I need a clean break, Connie.

I'm sure you know what I mean.

There's nothing I can do to make you change your mind?

-PHONE ALARM BLARES

-I'm up!

I'm up! I'm up!

I'm up! I'm up!

SHE SIGHS

Ohh!

SHE SIGHS

Please say I did not make late-night drunken phone calls.

Please say I did not make late-night drunken...

Ohh!

HE SNORES

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

HE SIGHS

INDISTINCT CHATTER

-Morning.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Why are they building gardens when we need beds?

To make the wait more pleasant?

Yeah.

You all right, man?

Are you hurt?

SIREN WAILS

Dr Hanna...I've been waiting for you.

Listen, whatever I said, I'm sorry, I was possibly drunk.

-Possibly?

-Yeah.

-Sorry I woke you up.

-I didn't answer it.

-Good.

-You left a message.

-Not good.

-Let's find out.

-No! No, I don't want to hear it!

-'First message received today at 4.05am.'

-Please.

-You must be tired?

-Why would you torture me, then?

'Max. Max, pick up the phone, I need to talk to someone.

'But I can't, can I? I can't talk to you about you,

'and you're my best friend, but that's not right either.

'But you don't have to talk. No talking,

'just come round and wear your porter's uniform,

'because I think that's really sexy.

'And you can even go commando!

'Aw! This isn't fair!

'I just want to talk to you and I can't talk to you.

'And I want to kiss you and I can't kiss you and... Oh, ignore me.

'Just... No, I didn't mean that.'

Come on, I...

wore this especially.

I'm sober now, thanks.

Blud, it's me.

Don't be opening that thingy, the plastic box.

HE PANTS

I've got your sandwiches here, blud.

Phwoar, blud!

SIREN WAILS

-HORN BEEPS

-I'm going to need a bit more than that, mate.

-Sorry, bruv, I'm trying to have my break, innit?

-Really?

-Yeah.

Right. Don't choke on it, will ya?

A waste, man.

PHONE GAME MUSIC PLAYS

-Yeah, OK.

-This is where you tell me to stop drinking, isn't it?

I wouldn't waste my breath, Anne.

Good man.

You said there was blood in the vomit, yeah?

Have you had any blood in your stool recently? Any black stools?

-Right, I'm going to fetch a nurse.

-Dr Keogh? Ah, yes.

This is our new Band 5 nurse, David Hide.

Excellent.

Here, if this is some magical cubicle where we get what we ask for,

I'll have George Clooney carrying a crate of cider.

We don't always get what we ask for, do we?

Can you do some obs for me, please?

Close the curtain. There's a draught.

I can't get a word out of him.

Who's that?

The new nurse. I don't know if he's nervous or if he's mute.

Well, fingers crossed for the latter.

Yeah. Last time I let Charlie do the interviews.

Why weren't you answering your phone last night?

I had an early night.

-You don't look like it?

-Thanks(!)

-No, I mean...

-Just... Yeah, I've to get on.

So I says, "I don't care if you've cleaned 'em, bin 'em!

"I don't like dog muck." So they've gone.

You could pretend to listen?

-Are you comfortable?

-Not with you here, no.

Er, Anne, you know that phrase I wasn't going to say?

Yeah.

Well, I dare say that you thought when we did say it,

it would be to protect you from future medical complications?

Yeah, I suppose.

Well, the future is now, Anne.

-Go on, then.

-The cirrhosis of the liver we knew about, didn't we?

-Well, the things in your throat are called oesophageal varices.

-Huh?

It's varicose veins in your throat and in your stomach,

and the cirrhosis can cause these to burst.

If they do, massive blood loss, inevitable outcome.

So...this is not where I tell you to stop drinking

merely for the long-term health of your liver,

this is where I tell you to stop drinking or you will die.

OK?

Could I, erm...

OK, let's admit her. Erm, she'll need an OGD arranging.

Let's have 20ml of lactulose, orally,

40mg of omeprazole, IV,

and 2mg IV terlipressin.

And can you get a line in, please?

Are...are you going to say something?

Could you repeat back what I said, please?

OGD, lactulose 20mg,

and then 40mg omeprazole, IV,

and 2mg terlipressin.

Good. Good, good. I was just...just checking you weren't broken.

-What was wrong?

-What d'you mean?

I was just having a down day.

I was a bit lonely.

Hmm. Next time, ring me.

I did.

Next time ring me and we can pretend I'm someone else,

then you can say whatever you like about Max,

cos I'll be like, "Who is this Max? I'm Dr Oppen...schweiner."

-Schweiner?

-Schweiner.

-Schweiner? Is he German?

-Ja.

SHE LAUGHS

Are you keeping me in?

SHE SIGHS

Sorry. Sorry.

-Safe, man.

-Cheers.

HE SIGHS

No joy?

You've lost her? Well, she can't have gone far.

-This is unacceptable.

-Well, no, no, come on, to be fair,

-if a patient doesn't want to be treated...

-No, it doesn't matter.

Just find her.

Don't worry. You're not the first nurse that Anne's walked out on.

I'm afraid to say, you probably will be the last.

I'm sorry if I got you into trouble.

MAN WHIMPERS

What the hell?! Argh!

TYRES SCREECH

SHE GASPS

I didn't see her!

SHE GROANS

Argh!

-Get me away from here, man.

-What is it?

-Er, something bit him.

Max, check the cabin, please.

Or we could wait for animal control?

No, there's an entrapment at the back and we might need to move the truck.

-Louise, Lily wants you to check the cabin.

-Why me?

Because you're a trained professional.

Max...

CONNIE: Right, get back. Get them back.

Keep talking to her, please.

Er...OK.

Erm...can... Can you hear me?

Yeah, unfortunately.

I can't get a vein.

Right, erm, let's get the driver back in the cab.

We need this moved, but not until I've stabilised her.

No, no, no, I don't think he can. Looks like he's injured.

Get the fire service, anyone. Get it moved. But not until I say.

-All right.

-All right? Oh...well done.

Right, let's cross match her for eight units.

SIREN WAILS

Right, babe, we'll be quick, speak to that Mac guy, get you patched up, and then we're off.

-And never, ever come back to Holby again.

-Yeah, I'm with you.

We need you back fighting fit, don't we?

SHE SIGHS

Make a wish, babe.

-What did you wish for?

-Three wishes.

-SHE LAUGHS

-That's my boy!

-Can I see Max?

No, you carry on watching your nonsense.

-Come on.

-SHE SIGHS

I wish Mum was OK.

Why is there a spider in my cab?

I need the spider for identification, please, Jacob.

Right.

Forget it, I'll do it. Just take over here now.

Brother, are spider bites fatal?

You'll be all right, mate, I'm sure.

There are air holes in this. Are you sure you didn't know about this?

I thought that was my sandwiches.

Someone must have...

-I'll kill him!

-Can you still move the truck?

-Yeah.

There they are.

I told you we weren't dealing with geniuses.

Find 'em.

Lurch! Hang on.

-Hey, Connor, love. What are you doing?

-Hello, Auntie Shelle.

-What you watching?

-Cartoons.

-What, on that little thing?

-Yeah.

-Well, guess what?

-What?

-Today is your lucky day.

-How are we getting on?

-It's not going into gear, man.

-I really need to treat this now.

-Hold on. I'll try...

-You can't...

-Just, please, let me do it!

-It's not working.

-Argh!

-Let me have a look.

-The lorry's not shifting.

-Well, get the fire service to do it.

They'll have a crane, but we need to get this lorry towed first.

Or is it too late by then?

If we move her, we risk displacing the pelvic fracture even more

and she could bleed out. I've just had a look

and there's just no way to get the pelvic binder on beforehand.

I don't even know if the femoral artery is intact.

Maybe we should give her some privacy?

Let's get some screens up.

I'm no expert in body language, but it doesn't look good, does it?

-Thanks for this, Doc.

-No, I'm looking forward to the double espresso.

-Yeah, me too.

-Oh, do you think you're forgiven? Not yet.

-How are things outside?

-Some poor woman's pinned up against a wall,

and a massive spider's bitten a lorry driver.

-Only in Holby.

-Yeah.

Mercedes... Hello again.

Hey.

Can you close the curtain, please?

What happened?

I'll get Connor a drink.

Is...he here?

-He's in the car.

-I hope you left the window open?

We're not stopping. As soon as I'm sorted, we are out of here.

-I am going to...

-Yeah, OK.

Er, here, how about this for a telly?

-I thought Mum was back?

-Once they've patched her up.

They'll both be here. This is going to be your new house.

They said we were moving away.

No, not any more.

-Do you promise?

-I promise.

Come here.

You can take my word to the bank, young man, and get a mortgage on it.

See, cos what Auntie Shelle says... people do.

Oh, erm, stay away from that side of t'room, yeah?

I've had some work done. And don't be going up there.

OK.

Right, when they get here, give Vince some of the same.

He was going to do a runner.

-Ungrateful, aren't they?

-Yes, Shelle.

MUSIC PLAYS

Does that make sense?

Does it translate as "I'm done for"?

No, no, Anne, not at all.

Don't kid a kidder.

All right, your injuries are life-threatening,

but my concern is,

moving you is just as dangerous as keeping you here,

because, effectively, this concrete block, and the pressure

is keeping you stable.

Once we remove it,

it could release toxins into your bloodstream.

In other words, a cat in hell's chance.

We are going to do everything we can.

Right...

some morphine to help with the pain.

SHE WHEEZES

I'll be right back when the fire service arrive.

Let me know if there is any change.

That morphine's good gear.

Glad I didn't know about that till now.

Are you sure you're a nurse

and not some mental case on the loose?

I am.

Which one?

A nurse.

Why are you so crap at it?

I'm sorry.

Is there anyone you'd like us to ring for you?

There's a flask down there somewhere.

Find it.

But you're nil by mouth.

Oh, I'm bloody dying.

What's the point of that?

So how much do you owe?

Oh, yeah, very nice.

We might just be moving. Who said we were running away?

Are you?

Who beat Mercedes?

She ain't nobody's joey.

What's a joey?

-Right, he might have just...?

-No, no, no, no.

-She's taken him.

-Who?

-Whoa, whoa! What are you playing at?

-I'll help. You just drive.

Hopefully, that should stop it.

I'll get you some more pain relief.

Have you got any allergies?

You judging me?

If I see that again, I am ringing the police

and social services.

Are we clear?

Yo! Where's my man at?

Man that drives this rig, where he at?

What?

Who's back there?

Look, you dumb or what?

The driver got bitten by a spider and reversed into someone.

HE WHEEZES RAPIDLY

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

HE WHEEZES

Right, got him!

A Mexican red knee tarantula.

Someone get on to the National Poison Unit.

Anti-venom required for a brachypelma species.

Check his tetanus status and FBC, U&Es and his, erm...

Spiders will not attack unless provoked.

-I didn't mean to grab it.

-He didn't know that.

Just put the lid back on, Lily.

Big strong man like you?

Er, Doc, young male found in the car park struggling for breath.

He is asthmatic, but his inhaler has ran out.

Give him five of salbutamol, please. Can I have your name?

-Blend.

-Blend?

OK, Blend, I'm just going to have a listen to your chest.

Will he be OK?

You know him?

He's stopping at mine.

Well, he was.

-Get back to bed, please, Mr Hasan.

-HE WHEEZES

I didn't know, man. I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt.

-Whoa!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

All right, all right. Calm down, calm down.

SIREN WAILS

Oh!

Now I'm fed up.

SHE LAUGHS

SHE GROANS

Do you have a pen?

There is someone I need you to ring.

-But I thought you said....

-Shut up.

Look, I've got to stay with you.

Tell him there'll be no shouting. Tell him I'm sober.

Tell him he needs to be quick.

Can you manage all them words?

I'll catch you up.

All right?

I think the caffeine's run out.

I think there's something's up.

I had better go and check on the entrapment.

Is it about those complaints last week?

Well, he's done a number on you. Where is he?

-If I ignore him, he'll stop.

-What if he doesn't?

Well, that's not very reassuring.

Look, just tell me where he is and it ends.

It's best to leave it. Please?

All right, all right, if that's what you want.

-KNOCKING

-Sorry, Rita, fire service are here.

Thank you.

Just talk to me, OK?

OK.

This is a message for...Michael Robson.

My name is David Hide.

I'm a nurse at Holby City Emergency Department.

Your mother is...

RECEIVER CLATTERS What was that?

What does a joey do?

About five years with good behaviour.

A joey is someone who lives in a grow house.

-Where they grow dope.

-Yeah, I know that.

The joey is someone who takes all the blame if it gets raided,

but none of the profit.

This is Shelle's way of us paying her back.

So what are we doing now?

Well, I'm going to get my boy back.

And you're going to pretend to be a doctor.

So that's Holby City ED,

you can ring us back, or just make your way here.

Hope you get this message. Thank you.

There.

No, you're welcome(!)

Where's Vince?

So your scans have come back

and the ultrasound showed that you have got a haematoma,

which is a large bruise, in your abdomen,

so we're going to have to admit you.

-Where are they?

-They'll be back soon.

They've been gone for ages.

There's something else I need to tell you.

Call Max, please.

I will. Just listen to me, OK?

No, no, don't get up. Come on, Mercedes!

She would have known that I came here. Come back!

You don't understand!

She will do anything and she will not back down!

Connor... Connor's out there...

No, no. We need you in bed right now, Mercedes.

I don't care about me!

-I care about my child!

-Children!

What?

Yeah. Now, will you get back into bed, please?

Come on.

Auntie Shelle?

Yes, chicken?

You got anything to eat?

Erm, do you like pasta?

You've never had pasta?

Spaghetti in a tin?

Ah, yeah, yeah.

Is that what your mum gives you?

Is she coming now?

I hope so, because I can't afford to keep feeding you.

Never stood a chance, did we?

Parents like ours.

I'll bring it in.

Have you seen Max?

Sorry, Doc, no.

Can't believe that man sometimes!

Zoe, I couldn't tell you, could I?

-I'll leave you to your domestic.

-Just one minute.

She's a drug dealer not a kidnapper!

No, I'm fine.

All right, Shelle?

Is, erm...

Is Connor here?

Look, Mercedes, she's up for it now.

We realise that you were just trying to help us out.

But she's, er, she's badly injured.

I've got a doctor in the car there, who...

who wants to explain everything to you. He wants to tell you...

cos they've found something.

Hopefully, it's summat or nothing but...

Yeah, they, erm...

they want us to take Connor to see her and then...

and then we'll come straight back.

How can you tell when a druggie is lying?

Their lips are moving.

Now Connor stays here until you bring your sket.

Come on, Shelle. Please, come on!

You'll never lie to me again, Vince.

What is he doing? Shelle, stop him!

-Shelle, stop him!

-Zoe, it is not dangerous...

I know what I'm doing.

RADIO CHATTER

THEY TALK

What if he rings?

The receptionist said he'd come tell us.

You're not bad looking.

Not the angel I'd have chose, but I'll take it.

SHE GRUNTS

I can taste it.

Death tastes like...iron.

Like the liver me mam used to make.

I never liked liver.

So what's the score?

Why are you so quiet?

Oh, what's the point?

The Department of Work and Pensions said I was fit for work.

I've been away from nursing for nearly two years now and...

-..they decided I should go back.

-You ain't ready.

I know that.

(Look, I'm sorry I'm not a better nurse.

(It's just...

(..I'm really struggling.)

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

So you are a proper nutter, then?

Shh.

Make sure everything's ready.

Anne?

Anne? The fire crew are ready to move the stone.

-But my son's getting here soon and...

-No. No.

There's no time to wait, all right? This is our chance. OK?

Max, get out of the street and ring the police.

'If the police get involved then Connor will go into care.'

Is that such a bad thing?

Well, I'm here now, so just let me try.

I don't like the sound of this.

Max?

I'm going to call you back.

Oh!

Get you straight through, OK?

SHE GROANS

Would I be awake?

No, we'd intubate you as soon as we get you into Resus.

-Your bed's here.

-All right, OK. Thank you, thank you.

Dr Keogh's in there, he's waiting.

You don't want to keep him waiting. You know how grumpy he gets.

So, if my boy turns up...

Well, you can see him in the recovery room.

Give me a minute with Captain Charisma here.

That's not advisable, the blood you're spitting is...

possibly heralding a large variceal bleed.

Do I look like someone who ever took advice?

I don't care what you're up to

and I have no intention of phoning anyone.

-I just want Connor out of trouble.

-Nobody's hurting Connor.

He's only here until those two wasters show up, like they agreed.

You can hardly blame them.

And you are?

I work at Holby City Hospital.

Oh, yeah?

Connor's mum's in a critical condition

and I need to get him to her...

-Save your breath.

-Yeah, I didn't think that'd work.

She is in a bad state, though.

I know.

Cos I put her in it.

Max?

Get back in there now!

It's all right, mate.

No, it's not,

cos you are trying to make a mug out of me.

Now get out.

I can't leave him here.

You sure you rang? You rang?

I don't know what to do.

This is no time to be a shrinking violet.

What do you think?

HE SIGHS As a nurse, I...

would never advise a patient...

to reject treatment.

As a human, then?

Or something close.

SHE GROANS

If I don't die on their table through there,

the booze will get me soon, won't it?

Maybe not, if you stopped.

I'm a drinker.

The first thing I wanted to do when Dr K told me I was ill

was go and have a wet.

I knew long back that it'd be the death of me.

So why risk it when my boy could turn up?

Because you could live longer.

Put yourself in my shoes.

What would you do?

OK, we need to move you guys elsewhere.

Big emergency coming in.

Is it the woman from outside?

We just need the space.

Is she going to be OK?

-Numar, bruv, I'm sorry.

-I want you out my flat!

I'll leave your clothes and your bong in the garden.

-Bong?

-Medicinal. I don't use tobacco, though.

Doesn't make any difference, my son.

-Cannabis smoke is worse for you.

-Huh?

It's no wonder you've got bad asthma, pal.

He won't listen, never does.

Bruv, don't be like that. I was trying to make some money.

Then get a job!

Like I USED to have.

-So how does that work?

-What?

Making money off spiders?

I was going to breed them, innit?

-With what?

-Numar, man, why's this guy gassing? "With what?"

Yo! You need to calm down.

Obviously a male spider needs a female spider.

I know that. That's why I got one of each.

Pff! This guy.

Say that again?

Huh? No, it's a Mexican something or other.

Look, I forget, it's...

it's just a big blooming spider. Can you bring a net?

Bring lots of nets.

Connor! I told you to wait downstairs.

You are blagging my head now.

I am not an addict and I am not a dealer, so ringing the police

-won't get me into trouble.

-You're done here!

Eugh!

-CRASHING

-Argh!

I told him not to go up there.

Connor?

CONNOR COUGHS

Connor, can you hear me?

Connor, it's me.

Max?

I'll get you out of here, mate.

-Max?

-Just lie still.

I've got some spare wishes. You can have one, if you want.

Connor?

-You're on your own, pal.

-Can you get a blanket...

DOOR SHUTS ..or something?

I think we are going to need that wish, Connor.

PHONE VIBRATES

Never mind. Zoe?

-She wants to wait for her son.

-Well, that's not going to happen.

He was supposed to encourage her, not talk her out of it.

-That's fine. I'll go and talk to her.

-No.

What do you mean, no?

She made me promise that I'd stop anyone else trying to

talk her into treatment.

What are you going to do? Rugby tackle me?

She told me that, when Dr Keogh starts to get angry,

just tell him...

..the future is now.

-I'd better get back to her.

-Nurse?

Draw up 120mg of ketamine

and 10 of morphine in 10ml of saline.

She's going to need it very soon.

OK, have you done it?

Sent. What's the news on the ambulance?

Yeah, they are on their way but I'll be there before they are, Max.

OK.

-BEEPING

-Hang on. I think it's pinged through.

I need you to check his circulation for me, Max.

What's the colouration of his feet?

MUSIC: Hold Me Close by David Essex

# With your love light shining... #

Do you know what, Mrs B?

We see some strange sights in this place.

Yes, we certainly do.

# ..Let me go... #

-Oh!

-MUSIC PLAYS

I fancied the arse off him, even though he was a scruff-bag.

Do you want me to get the doctor over?

No.

Five more minutes.

Connor, I want you to forgive Max for what he's about to do.

-CONNOR GROANS

-Cos it's going to be really painful,

but when you're up and about again,

you'll be really grateful that he did it.

-CONNOR CRIES

-Max, Connor has circulation issues

in that right leg, so I need you to find something

to bind his legs together.

Pull the leg straight.

And then, ideally, find a blanket to create a makeshift pelvic splint.

-You know what that is?

-Yeah.

-Good.

CONNOR GROANS

She...doesn't want the ketamine yet.

Oh, she's a tough lady.

CONNOR GROANS

-PHONE:

-'It's his heels that are important, Max.

'The legs need to be straight out.'

CONNOR SHOUTS I am sorry, Connor. I am sorry.

HE SHOUTS I can't hurt him, Zoe.

OK, OK, just keep him calm. I'm nearly there, Max.

I'll stop. It's OK.

If she says you have to, just do it, Max.

I'm sorry.

CONNOR SHOUTS

I have to let you know that her injuries are very serious.

Her chances are quiet slim.

-But she's sober?

-She is.

That'll be a first.

OK?

Anne?

He came.

Anne?

Anne? Anne? Anne?

Anne! Please, Anne. SHE GROANS

Stop slapping me.

-My boy!

-Ssh.

Don't talk. It's OK.

SHE SOBS

-I'm sorry.

-Ssh, it's OK.

OK, I'm here, I'm here.

I am on my way. We can do the splint together.

Where are you?

'I'm upstairs, just watch out for the spider.'

What? What spider?

-SHE GASPS

-Ooh!

-Can you see it?

-Yeah, yeah, I can hardly miss it.

And, of course, you're upstairs.

OK, I'm coming.

Eugh!

'Max?'

Wait, hang up and say something.

-MUFFLED:

-Something?

-Zoe?

-Yeah?

I'm in the room on your right if you're facing the stairs.

I'm here!

Just...come through the wall.

What?!

Are you kidding?

No.

I've always wanted to do this.

Stand back.

BANGING

SHE GRUNTS

I am the Indian Hulk.

Whoa! Ooh!

I know.

Hey, Connor.

Hey, has Max been looking after you?

All right. This is good.

You're wasted as a porter.

Mind your backs, please! Coming through.

-Could you wait here, please, sir?

-We're ready to intubate.

-Let's do that please, Connie.

-All right.

Right, the line's come out, so I will re-establish that.

Good luck with that. Cricod on.

She's in good hands, OK?

Here we go.

Inflate the cuff. Cricod off.

Well, this doesn't look good, she's just skin and bone.

I'll get you a line, Doctor.

Large-bore cannula, please.

We'll use the jugular vein.

Thank you.

Flush with saline, please. Thank you.

-Lots of practice.

-Good.

OK, can we clip the bleeds, then, please?

Who's the new boy?

Er...Rita told me his name.

I can't remember.

Is it, erm...Kevin or Dennis?

Erm, odd fish.

BEEPING

RAPID BEEPING

Sats are dropping.

We've lost output.

-CONTINUOUS BEEP

-Do you want to start compressions? I'll grab the stool.

RADIO CHATTER

She was actually one of my favourite alcoholics.

It was a losing battle.

Yeah, the very definition of one.

Let's get him into small Resus.

-Connor?

-Mercedes.

-Connor!

-I'm his mum!

-You have to let us treat him. Wait outside. Max?

You can't go in there.

All right, let's get this over.

What did she do to him?

He fell through a ceiling.

-CONNOR GROANS

-Where's Shelle?

-She ran off.

-Oh!

I'm going to make a statement. She won't come after you any more.

SHE SOBS

I'm pregnant.

OK.

How am I going to look after another one?

HE GROANS

What?

You really want to know?

Go on.

It's easy, put your kids first.

Stop being so selfish.

-ZOE:

-Yeah, you got it.

You're doing really well, Connor.

Go put it in the bin.

SHE SOBS

All right?

We've met. I can't remember where.

-So, what's on the agenda today, then?

-What?

Bit of intimidation? Mess with her head?

So you're him. What, you're threatening me off?

-No. No threats.

-So, what?

A promise.

You contact her again

and me, and half a dozen of my ex-Army mates,

we're going to come and find you

and we will beat you to the ground.

Believe me, there's only one thing

they hate more than men who hit women.

And that's men who prey on kids. And you?

You're both, aren't you?

So if you think I'm bluffing, you better let me know now.

What are you doing here?

I just came to apologise.

What? I didn't hit him.

You!

You, my knight in shining armour.

I love you.

Yeah.

You and all.

Come on, you can walk me to the car.

Blud, wait up.

I got good news.

-Today?

-Yeah, man. Just spoke to this porter dude

and he says the second spider saved a kid's life or something.

What, and that makes it all OK?

Not OK, but it, like, balances out and stuff.

-Karma, innit?

-Leave me alone.

Can I just stop tonight?

Haven't had chance to sort anything.

Don't want your man to be no homeless?

Come on, blud.

We can play some FIFA,

listen to some tunes, get our smoke on.

You really don't listen to anyone, do you?

-All right, bruv?

-Yes?

I need my spiders back, innit?

It's David, isn't it?

Yeah. Thanks for your all help today with Anne.

I think you were...

you were probably a great comfort to her.

Off to the pub?

Might be a way of ingratiating yourself with the others.

I think... Well, it seems to be quite important

to the nurses, in particular.

Might even find yourself having fun. Whatever that is.

Oh, you wouldn't like me when I'm fun.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-How is he?

-He is doing really well.

There was a pelvic fracture,

but thanks to our excellent sling,

there is hardly any further movement.

And the tib and fib, they should heal quite nicely.

How's his mum?

Er, social services are going to help her and Connor resettle.

-Away from here?

-Yeah.

Good, that's good.

Listen, I'm thinking of grabbing some food.

What are you up to?

I'm going to stay here,

just so there's a friendly face when he wakes up.

Of course. Forever the saint.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Or you'll ring me tonight?

Oh, no. I am definitely having a night off the vino,

so that won't be happening.

It's a shame cos, Dr Oppen...

-BOTH:

-..schweiner?

SHE LAUGHS I don't know.

Anyway, he was looking forward to it.

-Well, give him my best.

-I will.

So...

..Connor asked me to make a wish earlier. And...

..I wished...

that you were there.

-Because you needed a doctor.

-Because I needed my best friend.