About My Mother Casualty

-I need some air.

-I'll come with you.

-No, no, please.

You may be my son, Sebastian, but right now the only relevant fact

is that you're an F1 doctor with a second class degree.

-I don't want to spend any more years apart.

-Neither do I.

Would you like to take my friend Lily out on a date?

Do you want to prove your father wrong?

Then be here tomorrow morning. Seven o'clock.

I'm taking a step back. She made it pretty clear that's what she wants.

I wonder how they get these eggs so perfect, you know?

All exactly the same.

-I wonder why anyone cares.

-It's perfection!

There's a kid just climbed under that lorry!

-No...

-I'm telling you.

SIREN WAILS, HORN HONKS

-What are you doing?

-What do you think I'm doing?

There's a kid under that lorry!

Guys, your attention, please.

Big Brother is watching you.

Ah! Are we going to be on telly? I'd have washed my hair.

Today, there is a new kind of check, an undercover inspector.

And if we don't make the grade, well...

there'll be extra scrutiny from management -

watching everything we do, micromanaging every single patient.

-Any excuse, eh?

-Yeah.

OK, so, to help us all up our game - unofficially -

I am dividing us into two teams.

Now, I know we all have jobs to do, no reason it can't be fun.

So, come Friday, there will be £200 behind the bar

for the team that receives the best feedback.

So Team One will be...

I tell you what, let's just keep this simple, shall we?

Make this doctors versus nurses.

Right, well, we'll do our best.

-Oh, well, let's have it.

-OK, let's show them what we can do!

Very inspiring. I'll try my best for the team.

Connie, what are you doing here?

You're a doctor down. I'm doing my job. You can thank me later.

Connie. Connie, you should be upstairs with Grace, not down here.

The department needs me.

-Yeah, but she needs you.

-No, I need to work.

Jacob!

-She shouldn't be here.

-She's cleared for it.

-That doesn't mean it's right! Make her see sense.

-She'll be OK.

After last time? And on inspection day? No, I can't risk it.

Look, Elle, this place is...

it's Connie's way of making sense of things. She needs it.

Jacob, this isn't therapy, this is my department now!

You know how much is riding on this inspection. Make her go home.

For all our sakes.

-Jacob?

-Yeah?

-So we've got to be overly nice to every patient?

Yes. Every last one of them.

And if Elle's putting money behind the bar, what are you offering?

Let me think.

You do your job, you don't get sacked. Incentive enough?

Back to work.

HORN HONKS, SIREN WAILS

There ain't no kid under that, all right? I'm telling you!

There's no way he could hold on!

Yeah, and I'm telling you there is! If you weren't too busy

falling in love with your egg, you'd have seen yourself!

Come on, look in your mirrors!

HORN HONKS, SIREN WAILS

Pull over!

Come on, why aren't you stopping?

Watch out!

TYRES SCREECH

Call it in, Jez!

3-0-0-6 to Control!

My head hurts. I feel weird.

What were you doing under there?

-Couldn't get a lift.

-Next time get the bus, yeah?

All right, I'm going to turn you over, nice and steady.

There you go. Stay still for me while I check your neck.

-How's the driver, Jez?

-He's fine, he's just a bit shaken up.

I'm sorry.

All right, buddy.

Right, grazes to hands, lacerations to his forehead.

Query fractured wrist. Let's get him in.

Gorgeous or what?

-Just like her granny, then.

-Stop it!

There's no law against it! Come here.

Is something going on with those two?

Them? No, they're well past it.

Oi, you spring chick! Life doesn't stop when you hit 35, you know.

-Not for me.

-Oh, come on, get this down your neck!

Oh!

Splashed out on the good stuff.

None of that supermarket fizz, not today.

I don't want you to come.

Oh, come on, it's only one glass. You're worried I'll get tanked?

It's not that. I just... I just don't want you there.

I don't understand.

I've gone over and over it in my head,

I've thought of nothing else for days.

I'm sorry, I just don't want you there.

But why, love?

You know why.

-I know it's been difficult for you...

-I can't, I'm sorry.

I'd like to, well, I mean, if it's all right with you, to...

Ah. Erm...

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-Jacob? I want to...

-What?

Tell me how great I am? Buy me lunch?

Come on, spit it out, man. I don't bite. Well, only on weekends.

What's up?

Well, I, um...

I think I should come off shift.

-You ill?

-No.

-Drunk?

-Uh!

-Got a better offer?

-Ah.

Then you're on shift.

-We've got the inspection.

-That's exactly what I mean.

-I don't think I'm the best person to be working.

-David...

you're a good nurse. Have a bit of faith in yourself.

-Yeah, I don't want to let everyone down.

-You'll be fine.

Come on, back to work.

-Dave.

-It's David.

Connie, how's it going?

Fine, thanks.

Hey.

Why don't you go home?

Anyone would think you want to get rid of me. Erm, Dylan?

-Yeah?

-I'll be moving into your office.

There's no need to move out, just make some space.

Well, that's very considerate of you. How's Grace?

-Any time in the next hour.

-It's good to have you back.

CHURCH BELLS RING

Donald!

We're not supposed to see each other before the ceremony, it's bad luck!

Well, I feel lucky.

Open it.

I haven't got anything for you.

Family tradition.

This will be your "something new".

Apart from me, obviously.

Oh, it's perfect! Oh...

-Thank you.

-I'll just be a sec.

I told you not to come!

Look at you.

The hatinator too much?

I just wanted a nice, normal wedding to a nice, normal man.

-Is that so much to ask?

-I'm not here to give you a showing up.

I just came to see you on your big day.

I'll stand here and throw some confetti.

You've got to go, the ceremony's about to start.

The caterer is having a fit.

Mother is suggesting sausage rolls and G&T's.

Sounds grand to me.

Oh, hello there. I'm Donald, the groom.

-Yes, I'm...

-This is my Auntie Jan.

It's, er, nice to meet you, Don.

It's Donald.

You, erm, you really made Dad's day.

-Where is he?

-Well, he's running a bit late,

looking for an upgrade on his buttonhole if he's going to walk

his favourite girl down the aisle.

Rebecca's dad's flight home from Dubai's been delayed. Bad luck, eh?

Oh. There he is.

I'll see you at the altar.

This was supposed to be my day.

Don't feel so good.

But you... You just couldn't stay away, could you?

Oh, come on, it's just a little hypo. There you go.

Drink this.

-Ready?

-Oh, no...

Just stall for me! I just need an hour, tops.

Just don't let on to Donald.

Say anything - dress emergency, migraine, just...

just play for time. I'll be an hour, tops.

All right, this is Hugo Bonning, 11 years old,

involved in an RTC approximately 30mph.

He was hanging on to the underside of a lorry and lost his grip.

Query fractured right wrist, burns to his palms, grazing to his back.

Possibly KO'd, GCS was 14, it's now 15. Pulse 85, BP 120 systolic,

sats 98% and given him seven of morphine.

OK, across on three, please. One, two, three.

-Ah.

-Thank you, gentlemen.

I said I wanted Mrs Beauchamp.

-Words you'd think you'll never hear.

-Ah.

Obviously a young man with taste.

Connie, I've got this. Remember last time?

-And with the inspector here...

-Right, well, why don't you trot off

and worry about your inspection and let me get on with my job?

Get rid of her before I say something I regret.

Lou? I've got this one.

-Grace's Consultant wants to speak to you.

-I'm busy.

Right, I'm Mrs Beauchamp. And you are?

I used to be at school with Grace before we moved.

Hugo Bonning? She mention me?

Right. And how did you come to be under the lorry?

Couldn't get a lift. Can I see Grace?

She hasn't been answering my texts.

Is she OK? Heard she's not in school.

Let's take a look at this wrist.

-Aaahh!

-Sorry. Does it hurt when I move it?

Right, Hugo, looks as though you've fractured your wrist.

Let's get some bloods and a scan, please.

-Does it hurt anywhere else?

-My back.

OK. Can we log roll, please?

On three. One, two, three.

Where are your parents?

Is Grace OK? She usually answers my texts.

Let's put him back.

On three. One, two, three.

No, no. No messaging, young man.

-Against the rules.

-We had a date once.

We went skating.

I miss her.

She is OK, isn't she?

She's, erm... She's fine.

We really need to, erm, get hold of your parents.

-Just let me see Grace.

-Hugo, where are your parents?

Dad's dead.

Sorry. Erm...

What about your mother?

At work. Just let me see Grace. Please!

-Connie, Elle wants you off shift.

-I'm fine.

-I told her that.

Well, tell her again. You seem to be her message boy. Mr Bonning?

This is Connie Beauchamp, I am a consultant at

Holby City Emergency Department. Erm, don't be alarmed...

Right, I've put out an alert on my receptionist contacts

within a 50-mile radius for a full description.

They're hardly going to use the same person, are they?

Hey, these mystery shoppers are an elite, crack team, Charlie.

There aren't many of them.

-Well, can you give us a heads up when they come in?

-One condition.

If you win, I'm on your team.

That's blackmail.

Let's call it "teamwork".

Well, make sure you're worth it.

-PHONE BEEPS

-Oh! Got to go!

Hey. My contacts are getting me a description.

As soon as a match comes in, I'll give you the heads up, OK?

-Great.

-Oh, but one condition. If you guys win, I'm on your team.

Fair enough. Just get the info, all right?

Ah. Well done.

Yeah, I'm really not sure I'm cut out for this online dating.

You're not. It's for losers and weirdos.

Thought it'd be right up your street.

I know you're into losers.

Not any more. I moved on from you a long time ago.

Mr Grayling, is there anything I can do for you?

You free for a coffee?

If only. I've a young boy in resus with a head injury from an RTC.

-Waiting for a CT scan.

-Want me to take a look in the meantime?

That's really kind of you but there's really no need.

-Really no trouble.

-OK.

-I enjoyed myself the other night.

-We should do it again sometime.

I'd like that.

So...busy day ahead?

I'm on my best behaviour - the ED is having a mystery inspection.

-If there's anything I can do to help...

-You're already helping.

Just another day, just another day, just another...

Can I have some help, please?

She's diabetic, type 1, I think she's had a hypo!

Right. OK, what's her name?

-That's it.

-Do you not know it?

Jan. Jan Bickers. She's 48.

-Right. OK. Type 1 diabetic, then. What does this lady need?

-Insulin.

No, hypo not hyper! Insulin is the last thing she needs. Try again.

Hello? Aren't you coming with us?

I'm getting married, I can't! Everyone's waiting.

Ooohhh!

Thank you, young man.

Now, you're lucky to have such an attentive doctor.

He seems fine but I agree, let's get the scans.

Thank you for that.

I'll walk you out.

All right, Hugo, I'm going to send you for some scans and then, erm,

-run some bloods.

-And then will I get to see Grace?

Erm...she's busy.

Later, then?

She's, erm... She's at hockey.

I mean, I know this cos I had to drop her kit off.

She always "forgets" her kit.

I know, it's funny, especially when it's cold. Hmm. Yeah.

And I think she's going to her friend's,

she's got an assignment, so...

What do you think you're playing at, lying to the kid?

Are you all right? I'm Hugo's dad.

Yeah, I kind of gathered that.

Where's Keira?

-She's outside. Why did you run off like that?

-Hugo?

-Get her away!

-Hugo...

-I just came to see if you were OK.

-Get her out!

All right, sweetheart, it's OK. Do you want to deal with that?

Yeah, OK.

It's OK.

How's it going?

Do you know what? Could be better if you left me to do my job.

All right, sweetheart, I'll go and talk to them.

No. Not you. Will you stay?

I'll go.

Mr Bonning?

It's Jim. Keira just needed some air. Was that Grace's mum?

-Hugo used to talk about Grace all the time.

-Er, yeah.

Any idea what's going on with the little fella?

I mean, hiding under a truck, it's hardly normal behaviour.

Hugo's mum - my wife -

she died about a year ago.

Right. Hugo told us that you were dead.

Well, it's been a very difficult time for both of us.

We moved house, Hugo had to change schools,

and I just introduced him to Keira. He just ran away.

When I think of what could've happened to him...

He's all right, though, isn't he?

You don't look well.

Just a bit faint, that's all.

-All right. Ms...?

-Bradley.

OK, let's get you inside and checked out.

Nurse Tyler, give us a hand?

Of course! I will sort you a cubicle and check you in.

Louise is really struggling with this nicey-nicey thing,

she's about to blow any minute.

Hey, guys, you might as well give up cos you can't compete with this.

All right? Patients love hot young doctors. It's just a fact.

Yeah. If only it worked on Dylan.

We are efficient. That's enough.

Yeah. Keep telling yourselves that.

Do you know what? They're right. They're right, we can't compete.

Hey. Hey! They're trying to psyche you out.

Stay focused.

Right. My sources have confirmed that the mystery shopper is white,

male, mid-30s, complaining of stomach pain.

Ace. I'll look out for it.

Male, mid-30s, complaining of stomach pains. All right?

-Really?

-Ethan, don't worry. Our source is good.

-So, Jan, how are you feeling?

-Been better.

Yes, I thought so. BM4.

So. Course of action?

-Increase blood glucose.

-Yeah. Any idiot could tell me that. How?

-I already tried it with juice.

-OK. So?

-We could try some Hypostop? Maybe IV dextrose?

-Obviously. And?

Full set of bloods, check for capillary ketones,

maybe get her reviewed by a diabetic team. Maybe a dietician.

Good. See? You can do it if you try, can't you?

I'm fine, love. You get off.

You sure you're all right?

Neck's a bit stiff, holding my head at a funny angle.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

What is it?

Well, that rash.

Petechiae. Caused by trauma? Vasculitis?

-Well, I'm not so sure.

-Well, what do you think it is?

-Oooh!

In your esteemed opinion?

Bit patronising. If the inspector hears...

He'll hear us working together as a team.

Non-blanching rash, pyrexia and neck pain, might not be viral but, erm,

-meningitis?

-Is that what's wrong with her?

-It's highly unlikely.

-Well, I know, but, er,

if there's any doubt, you have to exclude it, fast.

If you're trying to be smart cos of this inspector, don't bother.

Get this patient into a gown, please.

Took me 20 minutes and half a tin of baby powder to get into these pants.

Oh, yes, right, I'll give you some privacy.

I think it best if someone stay with her.

Erm, I have to phone Donald.

There was never going to be a good time to tell him about us.

I could've done it better.

Can we go see Hugo now?

I've got some test results,

are you happy for me to discuss them in front of your partner?

Of course, what's wrong?

Well, we did a routine pregnancy test and it's positive.

You're pregnant.

Jim?

You are happy, aren't you?

How am I going to tell Hugo?

I'm happy that your neck is clear,

but we still need to get the CT on your tummy, all right?

I know about your mum.

And I kind of get why you lied.

It's one of those things, isn't it?

If you say it, it makes it real.

Doesn't it?

I know your dad loves you very much,

and he's been worried sick about you.

Why don't I go and get your dad and Keira and...

Erm, X-ray confirmed Hugo's fractured his wrist.

Well, it could've been a lot worse.

Well, he still needs to go to CT yet, so...

I'll come with you if you like, keep you company.

We can have a chat, we've got a bit of news ourselves.

Thing is, mate, we've just found out that, erm...

-What?

-Maybe not now?

There's never going to be a good time, is there?

Keira's pregnant.

You're going to have a little brother or sister.

Erm, do you know what? Sorry, we really need to take him to CT.

-I'll come with you.

-I don't want you to come.

Oh, come on, Hugo, please.

Do you know what? I'll, erm, I'll go with him.

Is that what you want?

-OK. Sorry, I need to go.

-Connie...

-No, no, it's fine. Let's go.

You are happy about the baby?

I just need to concentrate on Hugo right now.

I get it.

-No, no, I didn't mean that...

-You're right.

Concentrate on Hugo, yeah?

HE SIGHS

Jacob, a word.

OK, so you have a deteriorating patient, with pyrexia,

meningism, and headache - why?

Yeah, and we still haven't found out what's causing the rash yet, either.

What rash is that?

Is that Petechiae? Why didn't you tell me about this?

Probably happened when she collapsed.

Well, "probably" isn't going to cut it!

Did you consider meningococcal septicaemia?

Meningitis? That's what he said earlier.

Yes, I considered it but I didn't think that it would be...

Well, consider it again. What are you going to do?

-Come on!

-Er, I don't know.

Think!

CT, then lumbar puncture.

Engage your brain. There is one in there, somewhere.

Antibiotics.

Ceftriaxone.

Good. Right. And take some bloods to confirm it.

Can we draw up the antibiotics, please?

I, erm, I miss the hat-thing. I thought it rather suited you.

It's not a hat, it's a hatinator.

Is there a difference?

100 quid, apparently.

Do you want to explain the treatment to the patient?

Jan, it is possible that you've got a blood infection,

so we're going to treat you with some antibiotics.

-Have you got any allergies to any drugs at all?

-No.

-No?

If it's meningitis, that's serious, isn't it?

We'll know more when the bloods are back.

Yeah, can I have a word, please, David?

If you suspected meningitis, you should've told me straight away.

Well, I told Sebastian.

He's got five minutes' ED experience and you've got five years. Yeah?

Tell the lab to prioritise the bloods and let's get a CT, OK?

Rebecca! What's going on?

Donald? I thought I told you to stay at the wedding!

-Well, it's not much of a wedding without a bride.

-I can't leave her.

Why not? It's just some batty old aunt.

Look, the vicar says he'll still marry us if we get back now.

They think she's got meningitis.

-But they're treating her.

-I just want to make sure she's OK.

Please?

-I asked you to fix it.

-I tried!

Then try harder! The woman is a walking grenade!

-Then you tell her!

-What is going on with you?

Nothing.

-Did you and Connie split up?

-No!

Then what is it? Please, tell me, because whatever it is,

it is affecting you and that means it is affecting my department so...

I slept with someone else!

Look, I know I shouldn't have.

I was lonely.

And ever since the accident, it's like I've been invisible to her.

Connie's child is seriously ill,

and you go and get your leg over with some random? Classy!

Come on, Elle, man! Look, you can't make me feel any worse.

Oh, you are going to feel worse,

you're going to feel so much worse when you tell her.

And you will tell her, because this is Con...

This is Connie, she will find out. Get her home. Tell her the truth.

Connie deserves better.

Robyn! The latest intel from my sources.

The mystery shopper is a black lady with a limp.

I thought you said white male with stomach pains?

Ah... Different source, different intel!

-Did you hear that?

-Yeah. I thought he was on our team!

Noel the Mole. Unbelievable.

Hello, handsome. Let's get you sorted, shall we?

Are you free now for that coffee?

If the offer's still open.

They're going to have a cute baby. Like they'll care about me.

That doesn't mean your dad will love you any less.

He'll forget about me, like he forgot about Mum.

Dad's here.

Do you miss her? Yeah?

Is that why you wanted to see Grace?

Because you were lonely?

You don't have to be.

If you love someone, they are always with you.

All right?

And hey, there's this new baby as well, so...

They smell.

Look, it can't be all bad - it might be someone to boss around.

Will you take me to see Grace?

Shall we, erm...just get this done first? OK?

-OK.

-Good boy.

SHE SIGHS

-Your son's a very frightened little boy.

-I know, I...

No, Mr Bonning, I know you're grieving, but Hugo needs you.

I just... I always say the wrong thing and mess everything up.

What you say doesn't matter nearly as much as what you do,

so step up, for your child's sake.

Tell your mum to get a shift on.

She always was late in getting ready.

Hello, Don, love.

-M...Mum?

-Would you...would you like me to call your mother?

Well, she died when I was six. Why is she so confused?

Who cares? Can we just go?

The chest X-ray was clear. I mean...

She's cyanosing. What's wrong with her?

Temperature's up to 39 degrees.

Yes, but why?

OK, rash, breathlessness...

-BEEPING

-Lungs?

-Her BP's crashing.

Oh! Tell them what you've been doing.

Jan, we're doing our best for you here, but, really,

if there's something you haven't told us, you need to pipe up.

He's transitioning to a woman!

Yeah, yeah, tell me something I didn't know.

Can you tell me what these marks are on your abdomen?

Let's just go!

Please, if there's something you are not telling them...

I had a bit of lipo, love.

You had liposuction? Why?

Remember what you said to me when you first saw me dressed as a woman?

That...that you looked ridiculous.

I wanted to look nice for your big day.

You put yourself through that? For me?

I didn't want you to be ashamed of me in a frock...

and I couldn't put a suit on to walk you down the aisle.

What?

It's not who I am, love, and I can't pretend any more.

OK, so, query fat embolus. It does present like a PE,

but it's a probable complication from the lipo.

Is she going to be OK?

It's a little bit too early to tell.

Probable that a lump of fat got dislodged during

the liposuction and made its way to the lung,

so we're going to hit it with as much oxygen as we can

using something called a CPAP mask.

Hopefully that'll dislodge it, OK? Can you sort that, please, David?

So, not meningitis after all?

Well, you needn't look so smug. You were wrong.

And so were you, for not letting me know when you thought

-a patient's life was at risk.

-OK, that's Father calling.

Forget about weird Auntie, we've got to go, now!

-I can't!

-Why on earth not?

This isn't my Auntie Jan.

Donald...

meet my dad.

Are you still at it?

Yes. If I was just funnier, sexier and about five inches taller...

Look, do you want my help? I can...wave my magic wand, maybe.

Bet you say that to all the girls.

Oh, I heard about that complaint. Tough breaks.

What complaint?

-Er, the rugger boy, said you had a bad attitude.

-Yeah.

No, I was dead nice to him! Who told you that?

-Er, it was, er...Noel.

-Noel.

-In.... We overheard him in reception.

-Reception.

-So...

Grayling, still here? You neuros are the first off.

You play so hard to get.

Well, I must confess, I'm finding it hard to tear myself away.

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh, excuse me!

Right, when you are ready, chase up CT, please.

-What do you think you're doing?

-Look, er...

Consultant's been trying to get hold of you. They need the bed, Connie.

-Grace shouldn't be here now.

-No! Take her upstairs.

-Come on, Connie, man!

-Don't "come on, Connie" me!

Look, she doesn't need a hospital, she needs her mum!

Jacob, Connie, this is not the place.

Oh, what? You worried about your precious inspection?

-Connie, stop it!

-Take my daughter back upstairs.

-You need to think about what's best for Grace.

-She is all I think about!

Connie!

Show's over. Go back to work.

Let's just hope the inspector didn't catch that, shall we?

Take her upstairs. Now.

I'm going to give you and your dad some space for a while.

Sorry we didn't get to know each other better.

Where are you going?

Your dad loves you more than anything.

Don't forget that, yeah?

Grace!

-Hugo!

-You lied!

I'm so sorry, all right?

-I'm really sorry, but Grace has been...

-Liar!

Hugo!

You said you grew up on a country estate.

Was that a lie, too?

She wasn't lying.

It's a country estate, all right.

Well...it's in a field.

SHE SIGHS

Enough lies.

She means a caravan park.

That's where I grew up.

What? This is a nightmare! I'm going to have to rearrange everything!

How am I going to break it to my parents?

Tell the truth?

What, that your fa...

..that your father's a freak?

I'm sure you'll think of something.

Are you quite done? Because this may take a little while, OK?

I'm sorry, Dad.

It's...a...long time...since I heard you say that.

Sounds good.

Now...go and get wed.

When I do, you'll be walking me down the aisle.

No-one else.

-OK...

-C-can I just...?

-Yep, yep, yep.

SHE SOBS

OK, if you sit forward for me, please. There we go.

Hugo?!

Hugo?!

Security are on it. They'll find him.

He can't have got that far.

I can't find him...

Look at me. Sit down.

-I can't find him.

-Sit down.

Right, easy.

Breathe. You know the drill. Nice, slow breaths.

Oh, Charlie, I feel awful. I lied to him.

He's just seen Grace.

I'm sorry, I have to say, Jacob was right.

Grace needs to be home.

That means they've given up.

That they don't think she's going to get better.

She's your little girl.

She needs her mum to look after her.

Well, what if I can't?

What if I can't help her?

You just have to be there.

We've got Hugo Bonning's scan results.

Kidney laceration, grading three to four, it's pretty serious.

All right, we really need to find him.

He's on the bus.

Charlie, he's on the bus. Call someone!

Hello. Ambulance, please.

Here you go.

They've settled Jan upstairs.

She's responding well to the treatment.

Oh...

Where's your fiance?

Outside.

Arranging another date.

Is that what you want?

I thought it was.

I met Donald when it was all kicking off with my dad.

All I wanted was...

marriage, kids.

A normal life.

Normal's overrated.

And quite uncommon.

What Donald said...

He's still my dad.

I love him.

SHE SIGHS

When...

When I saw him lying there...

What will I do?

Oh, I've no idea.

But trying to be someone you're not?

Well, your dad will know better than most.

It doesn't work.

I've, er...

-I've got them to push it back.

-You called her a freak.

She's hardly a normal-minded person.

Look, I still want to marry you.

I'm just praying it doesn't run in the family.

I don't want to marry you, Donald.

Wh...

What?

You're dumping me?

Even as a woman,

my dad is more of a man than you'll ever be.

Very well.

Well thank your, er... "Auntie Jan" for me, will you?

She's given me a lucky escape.

That's one gene pool I'd rather not dip into.

SHE SIGHS

Wedding off, then?

I do hope so.

Maybe it's for the best.

I mean, better no marriage than marrying someone who's just wrong.

Yeah. That's why I'm asking Ryan for a divorce.

Hugo!

Hugo?

Stop the bus!

CAR HORN

BEEPING

SKIDDING

-Open the door!

-What?

What's wrong with you?

What do you think you're doing?

I'm a doctor, you've got a sick child on here!

-Hugo...

-I'm not going back.

Hugo, you're not well.

All right, sweetheart. You're bleeding on the inside.

-If I don't get you back now...

-I'll die?

At least I'll be with Mum.

And what about your dad? Hey? He needs you.

You lied about Grace. Why should I believe anything you say?

Grace is very ill.

OK? And I don't know if she's going to get better.

And I didn't want to say it, because that would make it real.

AMBULANCE SIREN IN BACKGROUND

Yeah? But it is real.

She's lucky.

She's got her mum.

Come on.

Hey, you've got your dad.

OK, let's go back and see Grace.

No lies this time?

No lies.

Ohh...

Hugo? Hugo?

All right, he's tachycardia with extensive internal bleeding,

his pulse is 140, cap refill at four seconds.

Right, we need to get him back to the ED and transfused now.

-I'll get some IV paracetamol.

-You? Again?

Nothing funny, kid, but I'm getting sick of the sight of you.

-You did say to get the bus next time.

-Ha-ha...

I did.

Let's get him back quickly. I'll see you back at the hospital. Behave.

We'll keep an eye on him.

Right, come on, smize for the camera. OK?

Yeah, just, quickly...

Yeah.

CAMERA CLICKS

-That is actually painful.

-Great.

-Hey, you're a pretty boy, show him how to pout.

-I don't pout.

-He doesn't even know he's doing it.

-What?

Look, show him how it's done, please.

All right, ready? One, two, three... Go!

-Blue Steel!

-Eh?

-Scrunched up tinfoil, more like.

-What?

Taking your work seriously, I see.

I'm sorry.

That's OK, son.

I'm scared, Dad.

Me too.

But we've been through worse than this.

Can I see Keira?

Do you reckon it's a boy or a girl?

I don't know.

I'd like a kid brother. There's so many things I could teach him.

Boy or girl, either's perfect for me.

I know I'm not your mum, but...

I'm here anyway.

We both are.

I think it's about time you had a visitor.

Connie.

We need to talk.

I know. Before you say anything, I know.

-What?

-No, it's fine. It's OK.

-Did Elle...?

-No, you're right.

You're absolutely right.

Grace needs to come home.

Oi, rent-a-gob, you could've told me

about the complaint before you started mouthing off.

What complaint?

The dopey rugby player.

There was no complaint!

Cal, I tore a strip off him.

The rugby player has made a formal complaint.

He said you shouted at him for something that he didn't do.

Cal, are you serious? Come on, grow up, man.

Guys.

If there's been a formal complaint against a nurse, we'll deal with it.

Hey, no, no, no, no. He was on a wind-up.

My nurses have done nothing wrong.

They normally just do nothing.

What?

This one. Suspected a patient had meningitis, didn't push it.

-Quiet as a mouse.

-Is that true?

Why don't you do this in your office?

I thought I told you to have a bit more confidence in yourself.

Well, yes, yes, I... I...

I... Oh...

Dave. David!

Mr Grayling, sorry about that. Er...

Thank you so much yet again for your attentiveness this afternoon.

Well, I'm afraid that wasn't my only reason for being here.

I'm the Trust's inspector.

You?

It's a bit sneaky, using a staff member.

I was just about to congratulate you

on your smooth-running department when, by his own admission,

a nurse suspected meningitis and did nothing.

Another berated a patient for no reason.

Erratic administrative support.

Oh, and an attitude best described as infantile.

Mr Grayling, I, erm...

You'll have my report by the end of the week.

So... Bar tab to us, then?

All right. Maybe not.

Shoot me now.

Sorry. I'll handle David and Louise.

I think it's going to be taken out of our hands.

Hey, Grace.

Does she recognise me?

I don't know.

I thought she looked like you.

I wish it was you in there. Nothing bad could happen then.

Skate...?

Yeah. You remember? We went skating.

She never mentioned me, did she?

It's a beautiful present, Hugo. Thank you.

I know it wasn't a big deal to her, but it was to me.

Sometimes you just get tired of being on your own.

Get better. OK?

Then we'll skate again.

All right, they're ready to take you up to the ward. OK?

I'm going to take this and I'm going to put it by her bedside.

Thank you very much.

OK, darling? Isn't it lovely?

Look. What you said earlier, about needing to face up to things.

Yeah. Erm, Connie, there's something I...

I... I need to tell you...

No. I, erm... You were right, OK?

You were right, and she needs her mum.

Connie, listen... Let me just...

No. Will you come back with us?

Yeah, yeah. Look, that's fine, I can get her settled in,

but there's something I really need to tell you first...

No. No, to stay.

I'd like you to move in with me.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

What you did today, saving Hugo... I was wrong.

You were ready.

'About my mother.

'There isn't a single thing I like about my mum.

'She's so bossy.

'She's always nagging me to tidy my room, do my homework,

'she always has to be right,

'and she always tells you what you don't want to hear...

'..which is a little bit like me.

'But there's the other stuff. She's a brilliant doctor.

'She's kind, though she hides it,

'and she's braver and stronger than anyone I know.

'I hope, when I grow up, I can be like her in those ways too.

'So, really, there's nothing much to like about my mum.

'But there's so much to love.'

You all right? We're going home.