Chain Reaction Casualty

This is our new Band 5 nurse, David Hide. I love you.

Yeah.

It's the department that worries me.

I'd like to think you would let me know if things don't feel right.

This baby, it's a second chance.

If you'd been half-normal I might have stayed,

but you weren't.

This baby isn't going to be anything like you.

-If this is goodbye...

-Not if.

No, I can't see a thing.

He's losing so much blood

he's going to go into hypovolemic shock in a minute.

Right, suction.

OK. OK. I've got it. I've got it.

-It's a brachial artery.

-Oh, nice spot.

OK.

There we go.

Right, 2-0 Vicryl.

PHONE RINGS

Who let the amateur through the door?

PHONE RINGS

Turn it off, will you?

I don't bite.

Woof!

Oh, come on, Dave. It was a joke.

-You all right?

-Yeah. You?

-Mm-hm. How's it going?

-Not bad at all.

Would you like to come and see me later?

Yeah, I'll come and find you, yeah?

Listen to me, we can sort this out.

All this fuss over nothing.

How many years have we done business together?

It's never happened before, has it?

So, please, none of this changing-supplier talk.

I sent you the figures.

OK.

Get back to me.

Please.

You'll find a way, Baba.

Just like your mother.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Rosa, when's your break?

-Er...

-Me and Dad have got stuff to sort out.

-No, no, no.

Go. Go.

Do young-people things.

PHONE BLEEPS

-Hey, Mac, how'd it go?

-What?

Narcotics Anonymous.

Easy, tiger. The clue's in the name - you know, anonymous.

Sorry. You made any new mates yet?

Loads, but they're also anonymous.

I'm chuffed for you.

Hey, I'm cheering you on.

And I appreciate it.

-Look, I'll catch up with you in a bit, yeah?

-All right.

Hey, Noel. What's all this about a new consultant?

Come on, man. That's the last thing we need.

I mean, this place has already got too many chiefs for my liking.

Don't go on like you don't agree.

We all know that nurses run this place, right?

What?

Is there a problem?

What are you saying?

Nah, what are you saying?

-Yo!

-You're an idiot!

Now, hold on! Hold on!

-When did you put on all this weight, Pancake?

-Oh, I don't know.

About the same time you started dying your hair!

And I think you'll find it's Dr Gardner to you.

No, no, no. You see, to me, you will always be Pancake.

Not unless you want these lovely people to know what we called you

back in the day. Yeah...

I, erm...

I didn't know you knew each other.

Yeah, man! Me and Elle grew up together.

Yeah, a long time ago.

-Remember that school camping trip?

-Oh, don't!

I still don't go near a canoe!

Erm, Mrs Beauchamp, I've got a woman in cubicles,

46 years old, ten weeks pregnant, hyperemetic.

Oh, er, would you mind if I take it?

-Be my guest.

-Thank you.

Well, I'll see you soon.

Elle, man! She's the best.

Don't.

We know you've been through a rough patch recently,

but the wages were late again.

By one day.

Yeah, but the lads have got families,

rent to pay.

And with all the lay-offs...

Tell them it won't happen again.

Right.

You need a holiday.

I need an assistant.

And some heels.

Well, I'm here if you want to talk.

Seems like I haven't seen you in ages.

Come to ours for dinner.

No, I mean just you.

Something that's just about us.

Rosa?

Don't! Rosa!

Didn't even let the grass grow, did he?

Zoe hasn't even touched down yet.

She's touched down, all right. She's firing off e-mails already.

Max! Crash and burn! You're out of practice.

And you just waved your wife goodbye.

Zoe and I agreed on a fresh start and I'll be fine.

Typical, isn't it? She goes swanning off into the sunset,

leaves us to pick up the pieces.

Oi-oi-oi!

Everybody out!

Have you seen my dad?

Get here as soon as you can!

Move! Move!

Dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Acid in the feeder tank!

-Get him out!

-Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa!

I mean, a penalty last minute. Couldn't believe it.

I know, mate. I mean, what is a handball these days?

PHONE BEEPS

Who's that?

Oh, what!

That's twice in the last half-hour.

She's getting a bit full-on lately.

What? She can't take a hint?

Well, that's just it.

I think I might have hinted in the wrong direction.

Don't tell me you dropped the L-bomb.

Oh, no! Mate!

-I know.

-What!

-Once you do that, there is no going back!

-I know!

-RADIO:

-'Holby Control to 3006.

'Update on your availability.

'Reports coming in of a fire.

'Chemical factory on Aldridge Way.'

3006, all received and responding. Over.

Hit the gas,

Mr Freeman.

MUSIC PLAYS

MUSIC PLAYS

Rosa!

Rosa!

Rosa! Where are you?

HE SCREAMS

THEY COUGH

I have to make sure no-one is hurt.

You're not going anywhere.

What happened?

Why were you at the reactor?

You need to find out what happened to Philip.

SHE SCREAMS

Dr Gardner.

Henrik.

-Settling in nicely?

-Off to a flying start,

now that I've got my broom out and swept the cobwebs away.

This department possesses the iron fist

but has often lacked the velvet glove.

Well, I'm happy to oblige.

Velvet's my style.

Any problems, you know where to find me.

Thank you, Henrik.

What just happened?

Zip it. One wrong word and it'll be...

Don't. With a gob like mine,

I'm going to be lucky to have a job next week.

That's a good girl.

SHOUTING

Brian, I can't be late!

-You promised.

-Oh, wind your neck in. It's only the paper.

You might get her away if you give her a bottle. Here you go.

Come on, come with me.

Now, don't get annoyed, but I've spoken to the Lion

-about booking the function room.

-Why? We can't afford it.

We can if we're careful. We've got that little bit from my mum so...

I knew that money came with strings.

She wants to see her granddaughter christened.

It's not unreasonable, is it?

-Wish me luck.

-You don't need it. This job's in the bag.

HE GASPS FOR AIR

Oh, Max.

Is it Maximilian?

It's a good strong name, isn't it? Holy Roman Emperor, great leader.

It's just Max.

So, young, free and single, then - is that what the kids say?

Not that I'm not loving your small talk, but I should get off.

I know from personal experience that when somebody leaves you

you've got to move on. Courage, as I believe the French...

It was mutual, OK?

So spread the word, because these sympathetic looks

might tip me over the edge.

Hey, can I have a quick word?

Well, he seems fine, doesn't he?

So, how are the boys, man?

Carl nearly set fire to the kitchen this morning.

He left a sieve on the gas ring.

-What?

-I know, I know.

And you, Pudding?

It's been busy around here.

Yeah, well, you know, never a dull moment in the ED.

You get shot, nurse leaves under a cloud, some drugs go walkabout.

Oh, hello! OK, I see the grapevine's been putting in overtime.

Oh, come on, Connie Beauchamp's ED is the talk of the town.

So who you been talking to? Or need I ask?

I know you've got friends in high places.

Wow, that didn't take long.

Yeah, well, you know, the grapevine's a two-way thing.

Oh, and, for the record,

Connie's a good boss and a great doctor.

You've got the hots for the ice queen!

Don't know what you're talking about.

Nah, come on, she's well out of my league, man!

Don't you walk away from me!

We've got casualties coming in from a fire.

-I'll prep resus. Are you OK to attend to minors?

-Sure.

-Oh, you with me, Dave?

-It's...

Hey, hey, my bark's much worse than my bite.

Actually, I'll need David with me.

OK, Dave.

You not having a problem with the doctors, are you?

No.

No, just...

Just a bit of fun.

Right, well, just remember it's the nurses who keep this place running.

-Charlie.

-Can you prep resus?

Right, let's get you booked in.

All right, Dave?

Got a sure-fire tip today!

Oh!

Oh!

HE GASPS FOR AIR

BABY CRIES

Yes!

It's all right, sweetheart!

Daddy's here!

Saeed Sarwar. 63. At 12:20, he was knocked to the floor

by a chemical factory explosion. KO-ed for 30 seconds.

He sustained a left-sided chest injury, burns to both of his hands

and a minor abrasion to the forehead. GCS 15.

BP 118/80.

Pulse 90. Resps 22.

Sats 97% after O2 therapy and 10 milligrams of morphine.

-Boom.

-Rosa?

I'm here, Dad. You're safe now.

-Is he on any medication?

-Warfarin, four milligrams.

He had a clot on the lung a couple of years ago.

Warfarin!

Philip Mayhew. He was with me at the factory.

Do you know where he is?

David, Philip Mayhew?

Any ideas?

I'll...go and see.

BABY CRIES

HE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

HE GASPS AND PANTS

BABY CRIES

It's all right. It's all right, darling.

Daddy's coming.

BABY CONTINUES TO CRY

Ah, sorry, darling. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Did you say you're sore on the left side?

Mm.

I can't... I can't breathe.

Pulse is 100.

BP's a bit low - 111/50.

Sats 96.

Signs of respiratory distress.

-HE CRIES OUT

-Tenderness over the chest wall.

I can feel some crepitus. Could be a fractured rib.

Partial thickness burns on arms and hands.

-Best keep the gel dressings on for now.

-OK.

Let's order a chest X-ray, please, and take some bloods.

FBC, U&Es, INR, group and save and a carboxyhemoglobin.

Let's do a FAST scan as well.

-Rule out any intra-abdominal trauma.

-Of course.

Philip Mayhew...

Tell me he's here.

This way, guys.

Just down the bottom of these steps.

OK, nice and steady on the steps, please, Jez.

-Can you take the head?

-OK.

Hello, mate? My name's Iain. This is Jez.

Phil.

My name is Phil.

Yeah, we know all about you. Rosa, is it?

She's been a bit worried about you.

Is she OK? Is everyone out?

Life one. Death nil.

And it's going to stay that way, OK?

Right, hold his leg nice and still, please.

-Bear with us, Phil.

-Fractured femur, by the looks of it.

Let's get him started on ten of morphine,

see if we can get a splint on.

HE CRIES OUT

All right, mate. All right.

All right, morphine's not going to cut it.

We'll have to get a doc out here.

3006 to Control, over.

OK, shall we get this gentleman gowned up

and start him on 15 litres of oxygen via a non-rebreather mask, OK?

OK, I deduce from that somewhat sheepish expression

that I've got bad news coming along, have I?

Brian Carroll.

He's in cubicles with his daughter - your sister.

Yeah, OK.

Thanks, Louise.

Rita thinks you might want to steer clear.

Yeah, I think that's best for everyone.

What happened to cou-rage and putting the past behind us?

-Max!

-I'm just saying. It's easy to give advice, but...

OK. OK, fine.

Shall we put the world's most expensive therapy to the test, then?

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

Want to come?

I think you'll find I'm more than a match for that man.

I tried to stop it.

It was too late.

Baba...

..but how did it start?

How should I know?

I know the factory is in trouble.

Please, tell me you didn't do anything stupid.

You silly girl!

I've told you everything I know.

Now, leave me alone!

You're hurting me!

Someone will dress your burns once we've done the chest X-ray.

Is everything OK?

She needs to stop pestering me.

No wonder I can't think straight.

Get out.

Get her out.

Maybe give him a little space. There's a coffee shop in reception.

BABY CRIES

Oh, dear, oh, dear...

No. No, no. Get me someone else.

It's not ideal for me, either, you know?

-Well, just be quick about it, I've got places to be.

-Really?

Urgent appointment with daytime television, is it?

Just keep chipping away, Dilly. I've got a thick skin.

Thicker than yours, at any rate.

OK, would you mind if I have a quick look please, Louise?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

I, erm...

I locked Rihanna in the car. So I had to smash the window.

OK, let's get that irrigated and we'll send him off for an X-ray.

Oh, Max, would you mind looking after, erm...

Yeah, her name's Rihanna.

Well, it's not my choice, but she's a bit of a hero of Hazel's.

The singer. She sings Umbrella.

# Ella, ella, hey, hey... #

I don't know what you are talking about.

There you go.

You know...I'm a porter, not a baby-sitter.

Just think of it as two birds with one stone. The ladies will love it.

What's happening? Good?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

# Is it me you're looking for? #

Yes.

No, no, no.

I mean, yes, yes.

They need a doctor at the scene to extract Philip Mayhew.

They've found him?

Well, it doesn't sound good. Fractured femur.

Grossly displaced. Falling BP.

What does that mean?

How bad?

Is he all right?

Listen to me...

Cheers, Dave. Well done(!)

-What's your name?

-Rosa.

Rosa, 98% of casualties found alive

stay alive, OK?

And the important thing is we got to him really quickly.

Get back to your dad. We'll keep you updated, OK?

98% survival rate...

Really?

You think, if he dies, it's the lie that'll bother her?

They can take you over in the RRV when you're ready to go.

Me? Oh, no, no, no.

I leave the hero stuff to the heroes.

You're not rattled, are you?

-You think I scare that easy?

-So take the call, then.

You up for keeping me company?

Nah.

Nah, I'd need to get permission.

Oh...

Goodness, where are they? Where are they?

I mean, if you've been castrated, they've got to be here somewhere.

Very, very funny.

Listen ,we haven't all got the head honcho looking out for us. Hm?

Haven't we?

Idiot.

Idiot.

Idiot!

-FROM OTHER ROOM:

-'Idiot!'

-She's a big hit, your half-sister.

-Thank you, Max.

Oh, that is too cute. Wait there...

PHONE CAMERA CLICKS

I think there's a family resemblance, look.

In the chin.

Yeah. Max, I need this like a whole in my head.

I've got enough on my plate.

That's interesting, but you're not the only one. So...there you go.

I'm done.

Why people are obsessed with family I will never understand.

Oh, and it's true what they say...

Ladies love a baby. So...you should give it a go.

I can see Zoe had nothing to worry about when it came to you.

You spoke to Zoe?

Erm, yeah. I mean, she's asked me to keep an eye on you,

make sure you're not taking separation badly.

-But I can see you're having a blast.

-Yeah, that's right.

You tell her from me...

I'm living the dream.

Can you find Staff Nurse Masters for me?

He's gone out to the entrapment.

Did Rita sanction that?

Right, I want to know when he's back.

Your dad's X-ray shows two broken ribs and a collapsed lung.

We've inserted a chest drain, so he should be feeling much better.

The abrasion on his forehead is superficial, but he seems confused.

My... My mum died six months ago.

He's not been the same since.

But he's fine, really.

It could also be a concussion from the fall.

I'll order a head CT just in case.

I'm sorry if I upset you earlier...

..but Philip is still trapped.

Baba, if you know anything about that fire, please tell me.

The reactor room is where I started as an apprentice.

Mixing the chemicals.

I know that place so well.

But I don't know why I was there.

What's wrong with me, Rosa?

Oh, Baba...

..you've had a bump to the head, you're confused.

It's understandable.

HE PANTS

Doctor!

Help him! There's... There's blood!

-Where?

-In the tube.

Mr Sarwar, how are you feeling? How's your breathing?

I am just going to have a listen to your chest, all right?

Nice, deep breaths, Philip.

Well, you really know how to treat a girl.

Right, this is Philip Mayhew.

He's got a badly displaced compound femur.

I've given him 20mgs of morphine,

but he's still in too much pain to get a splint on.

The pain score is still ten.

Hi, Philip.

My name is Elle, and you're doing really well.

All right, just be careful. There's lots of acid around.

-I'll give him ketamine.

-Can't, can't.

Negative.

He says he reacts badly to it.

OK, his pulse is raised. BP 90/50.

Ellie...

Come on, man!

Fine.

We'll go for a femoral nerve block, then we'll splint the leg.

I'll need ten mills lignocaine.

Guys, they've evacuated the surplus crew.

All right, Pancake.

98%.

Here's hoping you're right.

Hi. I'm looking for Brian Carroll and my daughter.

Oh, they're both fine. Dr Keogh's just taking care of Rihanna.

I don't... I don't want to depress you.

It's just, erm... Well, you're pre-verbal -

I can be frank, can't I?

-There she is!

-We were...just chatting.

Oh, I'm glad. I've wanted you to meet for a long time.

Look at her face. She likes you!

Either that or it's wind.

I was hoping he'd get you. Is it his asthma?

Er, no. Your husband locked your daughter in a car

and had to smash a window to get her out.

-But I'll leave him to explain.

-I did...

I did call and leave a few messages when she was born.

I don't know if it was the right number.

Yeah, no, I got the messages.

Why are the bloods so late?

The lab rejected the original sample. We had to do it again.

Hm... His INR is eight.

I think he's been taking too much warfarin.

Let's give him 10mg of vitamin K to counteract it

and 5,000 units of prothrombin complex.

What's wrong with him?

-My head hurts.

-Your father's blood isn't clotting.

How many warfarin has he been taking?

One.

Same time every day.

I'm old enough to take my own medication.

Sometimes he forgets. So it's easier if I do it.

No, you're the one who forgets. That's why I have my alarm.

Foolproof.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-I'm not your child.

You are mine!

All right. Rosa...

If there is an issue with his clotting,

then the head abrasion could be a lot more serious than we thought.

It could indicate a bleed.

Has he displayed any signs of confusion before the accident?

No.

OK.

There's nothing to worry about just yet,

but we need to get the head CT sorted ASAP.

-Philip, better if you don't watch this bit.

-Why?

Trust me.

Ready?

One, two, three.

BONE CRACKS

HE GASPS

Urgh...!

-Let's splint the leg.

-We did good.

Excuse me. Jez just called.

They're on their way in.

You let me know as soon as they arrive.

OK, well, it is a nasty cut.

But I'm sure Louise has told you there's no glass in the wound.

You said you were staying in.

She goes crazy cooped up in there.

I just took her for a ride.

The car's not even taxed.

And where have you left it?

It's down Evason Road.

What, outside the bookies?

Look, I promised you, didn't I?

I didn't set foot in there, honest.

Look, here I am, I'm injured, and all you can do is have a go.

You're as bad as he is.

OK, once Louise has finished I'm delighted to say

I will be able to discharge you.

-All done.

-Great.

Cos I could do with some fresh air.

Still smoking, are you?

It doesn't take a genius to work out

where the asthma's coming from, does it?

It's one of the few pleasures I've got left.

You going to take that away and all?

-He doesn't mean it.

-He does mean it. But that's not my problem.

Dylan...he's changed.

He's a good dad to her.

And I know he doesn't show it,

but he knows he messed up first time round.

THE BABY GURGLES

What have you got?

Philip Mayhew, 26. Leg trapped in a metal staircase two hours ago.

It's an open femoral fracture that's had to be manipulated

with a femoral nerve block,

as he's had a serious reaction to ketamine before.

GCS 15 on arrival.

BP 110/70.

Pulse 90. Resps 22. Temp 36.

Small resus.

Sats 97% after 20 of morphine and ten of lignocaine.

What did you think you were doing?

Not guilty. Her idea.

Coward!

What, you think this is a joke?

Do you?

As soon as I've stabilised your patient,

I want to see you in my office.

Er, wow...

Good going, Pancake.

It takes great skill to get her that angry.

Well, if she wanted a penpusher - Pudding -

she hired the wrong doctor.

She didn't hire you.

Come on, Roger. It's a safe bet.

50 to win, yeah?

You know I'm good for it.

HE COUGHS

Hey, could I get a light?

Are you sure you should be doing that?

You want to step out of your glass house every now and then.

I'm giving up.

Well, when you get to my age, you learn to give in to you vices.

HE COUGHS AND GASPS

Are you all right?

Can we get some help here, please?

Right, let's put two units of O-neg through the level one,

then get him straight to X-ray, all right?

Might need to bleep Orthos.

We'll take a look at your burns once you come back from X-ray, OK?

Be very quick about it, OK?

Rosa...

Someone put acid in the system.

Deliberately.

-You don't know that for sure.

-I know that place inside out.

It's the only thing that could have started that fire.

Why was your dad even near the reactor?

-He was putting out the fire.

-I know you.

I know the business is struggling.

It's not about money.

I don't think he's very well.

Whatever happened, he can't remember.

-He's been getting worse for months.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-I could have helped.

-And done what?

Look, he'll be OK.

I'll make sure of it.

But you have to promise...

you can't tell anyone.

That fire was an accident and that's all anyone needs to know.

Well, if they ask me, I don't think I can lie.

Not about something this big.

It's lucky someone wasn't really hurt.

Rosa...

HE STRUGGLES TO BREATHE

Rosa...

the CT confirmed there was no bleed.

But it revealed significant cerebral atrophy.

There was no way he was coping without any help.

But I suspect you know that already.

It's his memory, isn't it?

It's probably due to a microvascular disease.

Indicative of possible early dementia.

You can't tell him. Please.

We watched my mother disintegrate.

Alzheimer's.

This diagnosis will kill him.

The mistake with his warfarin could have cost him his live.

What if he's not coping at work?

You don't know anything.

My dad had nothing to do with that fire.

But what if you think he did?

Someone could have died today.

Well, unless somebody can prove otherwise, he's innocent.

If you won't face up to what's happening then I'm sorry, but your dad has to understand.

So are you formally diagnosing him?

Because if you're not sure...

don't tell him anything.

Unless you want me to make a formal complaint.

If not...

leave us alone.

OK.

We'll move him to HDC for the time being.

The specialists will come and speak to you.

Sorry, Philip's developing stridor.

Connie...

Look...go easy on Elle, man.

I mean, she did some really great work out there.

That is between me and Dr Gardner.

-Sister Freeman will discipline you in due course.

-Hey...

I didn't mean to scare you.

Don't flatter yourself.

I've got something to show you.

This is my first one.

I get another one in a month.

You know, I thought it was just an American thing.

Er, no, no.

MONITORS BEEP

-How you doing, Philip?

-The smoke must have aggravated his lungs.

Do you have the RSI drugs? We need to intubate.

Rosa...!

Trust me.

I won't say anything.

Don't worry. I just want you better.

I'm sorry, you'll have to wait outside.

I'll be right outside. I'm not going anywhere.

-That doctor said he'd be OK!

-Right, outside, please.

OK, thank you. Anaesthetist has been held up.

Sats is 82 and still falling.

It's too swollen. I can't see anything. Bag, please.

We can't ventilate.

We'll have to prep for a surgical airway.

Your patient. I'm just here if you need me.

OK.

So it's not asthma, then?

No. COPD has nothing to do with asthma.

Erm...

we'll need to run some more tests.

How long have I got?

Well, managed well, you could live for years.

Erm, managed badly...

You mean smoking?

Yes, obviously, I do.

Look, if you value the time you have left...

You got your revenge in the end, didn't you?

Bry, don't...!

Believe me, I wouldn't wish COPD on anybody.

MONITORS BEEP

Sats 76. He's been down for two minutes.

Inflate the cuff.

Ventilate.

BEEPING DIES DOWN

Good. Impressive. Well done.

I'll let Rosa know.

I'll do it.

Right, one strong blow. Big as you can.

BABY GURGLES

OK, yeah.

Given the severity of your symptoms,

I'm afraid we're going to have to keep you in.

Good, that will give me a break.

-Brian's got something he wants to say.

-Has he?

Yeah, I didn't mean

what I said earlier.

I was in shock.

I'm sorry.

OK, well, you know it's water off a duck's back these days.

Oh, please, just hear him out.

We shouldn't be at each other's throats, you know?

-We're family.

-That's at least 30 years too late.

Better late than never, yeah?

And...?

We were thinking about having Rihanna christened next month.

Not "thinking about".

We're having a christening and...

we wondered if you'd, you know,

please...be her godfather?

Rosa...

Philip is out of theatre. You'll be able to see him soon.

I don't think I can face him.

I've been covering for Baba all this time.

I knew he was ill.

I should have said something sooner.

You've had a lot to cope with.

But hiding from the truth never helps anyone.

SHE SIGHS HEAVILY

It's true!

Cos then he said, "Don't worry, sir, here's your old school tie!"

Oh, erm...

I'm sorry. Sorry.

No, don't apologise.

I can't remember the last time he laughed like that.

I was telling David about the good old days.

I'm sorry.

You must have a way with words. Well done.

Doctor...

..you would tell me if anything was wrong?

This old soul has started to worry.

The scan suggests you have vascular dementia.

It's a disease that affects your memory

and, at present, it's not curable.

Erm, what...?

The progression of the disease can't be reversed.

With treatment, symptoms can be improved.

HE CHUCKLES

Not Alzheimer's?

No, Baba.

So it's nothing to worry about?

Nothing for you to worry about.

Yeah, yeah...

We'll make sure you're very well looked after.

And Rosa, too.

She's a good girl.

I can stay with your father, if you want to go and see Philip.

Thank you.

We got the patient out. No harm done.

To reiterate, Staff Nurse Masters

failed to gain the appropriate permission to leave.

Oh, come on, Connie, chill out.

I've no interest in parking my car on your lawn.

-I suggest you stop there.

-Connie...

I have a dog, a mortgage, a house with a hole in the roof

and three teenage boys.

I spend my life worrying about paying the bills

and whether or not my sons are addicted to internet porn.

The word "ambition" fell out of my lexicon a long time ago,

so if you're worried about me

trying to fit into those VERY high heels,

I can assure you...

Finished?

Yeah.

It has taken great pains to build an effective and efficient team here.

It works well because it works the way I want it to.

It runs by my rules.

If that's something that doesn't suit you,

I suggest you do something about it now.

And I know Mr Hanssen will agree with me.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Thank you.

Keep it. Stick it on your fridge.

It's not, er... Not quite my thing.

I don't know. Seems like you're becoming part of the family now.

Unfortunately, we're not all as good as you at moving on, Max.

You want to know a secret? It's not easy.

You just pretend to yourself that it can be.

You sound like a human fortune cookie. What does that even mean?

If your dad's up for sorting this stuff out, Dylan, so why aren't you?

Mac, there you go.

-What's this?

-I thought you could put all your tokens on there, you know,

one by one.

Make it a little bit special.

Did Honey give you this?

She'd be as proud of you as I am, mate.

Where is he?

Have you...?

-Dylan, you know what he's like without a fag, he...

-Yes, I do.

What are you doing?

It's one cigarette, Dilly.

I thought you said things were going to be different for Rhiannon.

Rihanna. They will be, yeah.

Yeah.

There you go. All gone.

Happy now?

One more fag. It was always just one more fag, wasn't it?

-You're never going to change.

-Will you get off your high horse?

Yeah, I thought we were pals now.

If you want to kill yourself, be my guest.

But don't expect me to stand around and watch.

Oooh!

Now, Dr Chao was singing your praises.

I'm impressed.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Bye, Dave.

It's... It's David.

-Hey!

-Yo!

I thought you said your girlfriend was a pussycat.

Ah, no, no, no. Number one, she is not my girlfriend, all right?

Number two, she is the boss, whether you like it or not.

If you want to be one of us, you need to get on side.

Ooh-ooh!

You really like her, don't you?

We had a thing. We've moved on.

You may have. But do you think my backside

would have been toasted like a marshmallow

if she still wasn't holding a candle?

Mmm...

See, more likely she's just showing you she's not afraid

of your hotline to him upstairs.

No-one likes a cuckoo in the nest, Pancake.

So, all this because I'm friends with Henrik?

No!

Cos if anything happens to Connie or this ED,

I promise you...

our history won't count for anything.

See you in a bit.

We're off now.

They've taken him up to a ward.

OK. Well, good luck and all that.

Is that all you've got to say?

Well, what else is there to say?

Dylan...

..I want you to be part of her life.

She's your sister, whether you like it or not.

How long before he messes her up, like he has with everybody else?

That's not going to happen. Not while I'm around.

Well, I'm afraid we have a habit of turning into our parents.

Well...

she's got me.

And your dad's got a family who love him.

What have you got?

Hey, handsome.

You look awful.

Tough day?

Well, it's, er... It's hard to put into words, really.

-The think is...

-I know what you're thinking.

-You do?

-Mm.

SHE WHISPERS

Am I right?

Erm...

yeah.

-Yeah, that's about right.

-Good.

Let's crack on, then.

I'm going to show you just how right we are for each other.

You know...

a smile is your passport into the...

What is it? Hearts of others?

Fortune cookie strikes again. Very apposite.

It's good to see all that therapy paid off.

We are who we are. We can't change that.

Look at you. You're another one that can't stop smoking!

I don't know. I've kicked one habit this week.

It can't be that difficult to kick another.