New Year, New Me, New You Casualty

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Tell me, you did not try to make a move on him.

-Actually, he made a move on me.

-Ha!

And then I made one small mistake and now he's threatening to fail me.

-Ta-da!

-Happy Christmas!

It's those stupid machines!

They've reduced my hours, so I'm just on enough to get by.

I have to tell you that I'm in love with you.

Would you do me the honour of making me Mrs Fairhead?

WOMEN: Happy New Year, sexy!

I think they were talking about me, don't worry, stand easy.

One good thing about being sober on New Year's Eve - no beer goggles!

Oh, come on.

-No, no, I didn't nick it!

-Yes, you did!

-No, you were sharing it with me!

I see you two haven't changed your minds.

Yeah, I thought I was the one who was supposed to be glowing.

Well, if it's any consolation, I feel exhausted.

-Why don't you let me take over the wedding plans?

-What?

What? My New Year's resolution. I want us to share everything.

-Well, if you're sure you can handle it.

-I can handle it.

-I'd also like the opportunity to impress the future Mrs Fairhead.

-Oh.

Seb. You're back.

Sorry, I...

No need to apologise. New Year, new start, new results. Or so I hope.

More than can be said for the carnage that awaits us in there.

One of the great mysteries, isn't it?

Why these people choose to drink into oblivion every single year,

but here we are to pick the pieces up.

Come on, then. Let's crack on.

Dad? I found some sparklers in the attic.

I thought we could take them with us to the fireworks tonight?

Remember, you said we could go?

You're overconfident, and lacking in the core skills.

So if you want to have any hope of passing your performance review,

I need to see a lot of hard work and an improvement in the basic skills.

Absolutely. I'm going to be right with you.

Well, let me know when you're ready to start.

Dr Gardner, can I speak with you? About Dr Keogh?

Have you changed your mind about making a formal complaint?

I don't want to get HR involved.

But I don't feel comfortable working with him under the circumstances.

So, I was hoping you would take over as my mentor and re-mark my scores.

OK, if you're prepared to retake your placement, start again from scratch.

-Yeah, but I thought that after...

-Seb, I have just reread Dr Keogh's interim report.

Your scores are borderline, but they're not disastrous.

You are a few weeks away from completing your training,

if you were just prepared to make a bit more effort...

-Yeah, but Dr Keogh said that I would...

-OK, OK.

I'm in and out of meetings all day.

If what you told me is true, then make it official.

Submit a written statement.

But bear in mind Dr Keogh could lose his job, or worse.

So if there is any chance that you misinterpreted the situation,

I would strongly advise that you find a way

to work together and deal with whatever this is in-house.

Before it's taken out of all our hands.

Stop it! Someone might hear us.

-SPLASH

-Ha-ha!

Hey!

Cheer up! Who wants to spend New Year's Eve with their parents anyway?

What you need is a plan. Something to get your dad's attention.

We could always throw a big party, trash the house?

If you know anyone that would actually turn up.

What?

Hey. Hi, I've just been handing over to Dr Munroe after my night shift.

-Right.

-Sadly not the first person to see my white bits.

-Isn't that right, Nibbles?

-How many times?

-I didn't know you were in there, did I?

-I meant the Bahama babes.

Yeah, I was telling Alicia how they were following us round all over the place.

And, I mean, I had to give them my number in the end, just to get rid.

Well, it sounds like you had a better break than me. See you later.

Bahama babes?

You spent most of the holiday reading Dan Brown novels

and actually pining after Alicia.

Yeah, but I'm hardly going to tell her that though, am I?

Ah! Just the two!

Have you made your New Year's resolutions yet?

No need. Nothing to change.

Well, should you resolve to broaden your horizons...

Last chance to apply for the South African research project.

Proposals in by the end of the day. Thank you.

-Ah, you should definitely go for that.

-Aaah!

The flat is getting a little bit crowded and, you know what they say

-- two's company, three's a gooseberry.

-It's my flat!

Are you sure about this?

-You could just tell him about the name calling.

-He won't listen.

We need hard evidence.

Just try and get everything in, make it look really dangerous.

It's recording.

Please don't make me do this. Whatever you want, you can have.

Just, just...

Jake!

Take my hand.

-BREATHES HEAVILY

-Take it!

Jake!

LOUD CRASH/SCREAM

Jake! I'm coming! I'm coming!

I got you! I've got you!

-SQUEALS

-Pooh!

Boo-Boo!

Have you put on weight?

-Did you run out of Botox?

-GASPS

Excuse me, it takes a lot of effort to look this good.

So, where have you been? Seriously?

Christmas just wasn't Christmas without you.

-I had to carry myself home.

-I know, I'm sorry. But I've been busy...

Hmm, well.

We'll make up for it tonight, see in the New Year in style.

-So, I want to...

-Actually, there's...

-Oh. You go.

-No, please. Ladies first.

Well... I know we haven't talked about it in a while, but...

Ta-da!

So, it's nearly 2017, and as predicted, here we both are,

sadly single and approaching the big 3-0.

The time's come, the world is ready.

-Let's have a baby!

-LAUGHS

I told you this was a bad idea.

No, this is good. They'll have to call my dad now.

I couldn't get him out. He can't move his legs.

All right. You did the right thing.

OK, we need to support him from underneath.

I want a spinal board and O2, please.

-What happened?

-It's not my fault. They made me jump.

-Who did?

-The bullies.

All right, mate. Try and stay nice and still for me.

OK, we've got you.

I'm here, mate, nice and slow.

Keep breathing for me, nice and slowly.

I've been thinking about it a lot recently and I really think I'm ready.

Have you started on the fizz without me?

I'm serious, Pooh. I want to be a dad.

And you've always wanted to be a mum. So, why wait?

We've always talked about doing it. You know, me and you together.

-The three bears. So what do you say?

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

-Wait!

-I need some air...

-Who do you think you are?

-Who do I think I am?

I bet you think you own the bar, is that it?

Is that what it is? Is that what it is?

-GLASS SHATTERS

-Chrissy! Chrissy!

All I know is it had something to do with Dylan

and Seb definitely wasn't happy.

Ah! Ha-ha! Afternoon, sir. What can I...?

Oh. Honey's latest brew, Dulce and Banana.

"Brings out your inner tranquili-tea".

Listen, I will pay you back for that ticket.

-As soon as I get rid of those stupid robots.

-I'm working on it.

And in the meantime, I'll see what I can find out.

Hi. This is Jake Watkins, 15.

He's fallen 12ft into a swimming pool and hit

a diving board on the way down, possible pelvic fracture.

He was immersed in very cold water for approximately 15 minutes.

He's hypothermic at 32. GCS 15. Pulse 58.

-OK, Resus bay three, please.

-Shall I get Dr Keogh?

No. No need. Thank you, Louise.

Hi, Jake, I'm Dr Sebastian Grayling, but you can call me Seb.

-Is my dad coming?

-I'll check.

Apparently Jodie saved his life.

Oh, wow, "Tastes Like Metal". Ah, Duffy!

You know, I may not look like it now, but I used to brave a few mosh pits when I was younger.

-OK. We should get you checked over too.

-I'm fine.

The sooner we get you sorted,

the sooner you can come back to your friend. OK?

On three. One, two, three.

OK, we need to raise his temperature by one degree per hour.

He'll need warm fluid and quarter-hourly core temps.

You're starting without me, are you, Dr Grayling?

-I was going to call you.

-Well, don't let me interrupt.

OK, I need a full set of bloods, U&ES, formal glucose, LFT,

clotting and a group and save.

As quickly as you can, please.

-Hello.

-Hiya.

-Oh, that looks sore.

-Oh. Nah. I can't feel a thing.

OK, I'm lying. I literally want to cry.

How was the break?

You mean apart from dodging the flying crockery?

No, it was surprisingly civilised.

Although my mum spent most of the holiday just trying to set me up with eligible bachelors.

Curse of having an invisible boyfriend.

You've actually got a bit of, erm...

-Oh, that's gross.

-Sorry.

It's no skin off my nose.

Thank you.

I'd best get off. New Year's resolution - not to keep the patients waiting.

Oh, and aloe vera. Straight out of the fridge.

-Helps with the sting.

-Thank you.

A double espresso, please.

I think I've got a proposal to write.

Core temperature is still at 32.

Showing signs of sinus bradycardia and there's a prominent J wave.

Right, well, let's get another line in, then. Come on.

Here she is, good as new.

You look terrible.

-Jake?

-Dad!

I've been at work. I got here as fast as I could. How is he?

Jake was in the water for a really long time

so we're bringing his temperature up slowly.

Why didn't you say something? About the bullying?

I tried to, but you're busy with work.

I thought I could handle it. But if it hadn't been for Jodie, who knows what might have happened.

-Thank goodness you were nearby.

-I really didn't do anything.

Is there a problem, Seb?

He's...he's very shut down.

Right, OK. Louise, can you take over, please?

No, no. I've got it.

Good. At least that's one core skill we can tick off the list.

Let's keep pushing the fluids, then.

-I trust I can leave you to organise a CT.

-Yes. Of course.

Call me if you need any help.

Try not to kill anybody in the meantime.

I'll just be back in a moment.

Are you OK?

-Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

-Well, Dylan can be pretty harsh.

Is that why you're trying to avoid him?

-Because he's pushing you too hard?

-No, it's not that.

Dylan...

Dylan tried to kiss me.

Yeah. After the Christmas party. He came on to me.

-Dylan's not gay.

-That's what I thought.

But he got really angry when I turned him down

and he's been off with me ever since.

If that was true, there's no way you'd be allowed to work together.

Well, I tried telling Dr Gardner and she didn't believe me either.

All I can do is try my best and hope that he doesn't fail me because of it.

-Oh! Noel!

-What's going on?

All right, listen. I've got a game, OK? It's a New Year's game.

-Are you in?

-What sort of game?

-I call it Kiss Club.

-Oh. Kiss Club?

Some of the girls have been given five kisses each.

Now, it's our job to win these kisses back by whatever means we see fit.

-You in?

-I'm not really in the mood for games, guys.

OK, how about, whoever gets the most kisses by the end of shift

gets their drinks bought all night?

-Ooh, I like that. It's very good.

-All night?

-Yeah.

Why not? This time tomorrow I could be made redundant anyway.

-Ah, now... He's good.

-It's nice...

-I see what he's done there.

-Sympathy card. Yeah.

Sympathy, it's good. He's not afraid to use his vulnerability.

-That's it. Experience is the key.

-Hold on, lads.

How do I know which girls have got kisses?

Ah, you see, that's the thing. We don't!

I asked Robyn to hand them out randomly so we have not got a clue.

-Good luck!

-You're going to need it as well, cos he is pretty sexy.

-Ah!

Grace, what brings you guys in?

Physio and speech therapy.

Did you know we got a puppy?

No, I didn't. What's its name?

It begins with Sss...

S. Simba. Simba, darling. You remember?

We kept changing our minds, didn't we? So...

All right.

I'll bet you didn't know that I'm getting married?

Duffy has finally decided to make an honest man of me.

I heard. Congratulations, Charlie.

-It's great news.

-It is great news.

It's going to be a bit of a posh do so I want you to pick out

your best dress because I expect to have a dance with you.

-How is she doing?

-I don't understand, Charlie.

I've seen people rally much faster than her.

-No two cases are the same.

-No, I know, but...

This is not something you can control.

You maybe just have to take a step back,

let Grace recover in her own time.

All I'm saying is, I hope you've got plenty of money in your wallet

because you're going to need it.

-Hey? Look at him.

-Hey, so, how did you get on?

Well, you guys aren't going to believe this,

-but apparently Dylan tried to kiss Seb.

-What?

-Seb told me. At the Christmas party.

-Right.

Well, there's definitely something going on between them.

Didn't you say Seb was talking to Elle about making a complaint?

Yeah, but he was married to that fit soldier bird. Sam what's-her-face?

Oh, and there was that picture, as well, wasn't there?

-What picture?

-The... Go on...

-I'm sure you sent it.

-I'll forward it to everyone. There.

-Yeah? Pretty suspect.

So? Come on, it's Dylan we're talking about. He'd never...

Dylan wouldn't want to what?

OK. When the mothers' meeting is finished I believe there's a Smurf here that needs to be seen.

You think you know someone...

It was the cake, wasn't it? I knew it was too much.

I was just a bit surprised, that's all.

So you'll think about it?

Hi, thanks. I'm Dr Hardy and this is Robyn.

I'm just going to have a look at your eyebrow.

So, I've already got a list of names.

Yogi works for a boy and a girl, right? I think so.

-Could you just open the curtain, please?

-She's claustrophobic.

Has been since we got locked in a cupboard together.

-Aged ten, was it?

-We were five. And it was my wardrobe.

-OK.

There is some mild swelling and bony tenderness.

We'll need a facial X-ray just to confirm that nothing's fractured.

Can I ask, are you pregnant?

Ha-ha! Chance would be a fine thing, right, Pooh?

No, neither of us has had a steady boyfriend since 1987.

What?

I've been seeing someone.

Since before Christmas, actually.

OK, I think we better get a beta hCG and FBCs, please.

They messaged me, told me to meet them at the pool.

I thought they just wanted to talk, but there were so many of them.

Jake? The CT scan confirms that you've got a pelvic fracture.

But that's not explaining why your heart rate is beating so slowly.

Excuse me.

Are there any symptoms that you could tell us about

from when you were younger?

Maybe anything to do with your weight?

His mother used to deal with all that stuff.

Well, can we call her? See if we can find out more?

She died. Last year.

OK, what about today?

Are there any symptoms that you felt before you fell?

-No.

-How long did you say you were in the water again?

Not long. Jodie got there pretty quickly.

-He called as soon as he got hurt.

-From the pool?

How did you get to a phone with a fractured pelvis?

One of the bullies gave me my phone before they left.

-Must have felt guilty.

-I should have never have left you.

Have you thought about calling the police?

Do we need to involve them? It might just make things worse.

No, they're right. We need to report it.

And I'll speak to school and put a stop to this once and for all.

-You're not going?

-I won't be long.

-Shall I call Dr Gardner?

-No, it's...

Thank you.

I can't avoid him forever.

-We met at the office party.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-I wanted to, but...

-But?

-You always nit-pick.

-No, I don't.

Yes, you do. You know you do.

Look. I just want what's best for you. Obvs.

So what's he like then, this Miles?

Uncoordinated. Clumsy. Terrible dancer.

You'd really like him.

Can I get a moment with Chrissy, please?

I'm pregnant?

Yes.

Congratulations.

-I'll go and sort out the X-ray, then.

-OK.

Sorry. I had no idea. What?

It's just a bit quick, isn't it?

I mean, you've only known this guy a few weeks.

-It wasn't planned.

-Do you even know if he wants kids?

-Well, we've not discussed it, but...

-And even if he doesn't run a mile,

who's to say he's going to stick around?

Well, I don't think Miles is like the others.

Well, that's what you said about Dirty Dan and the guy from the deli.

-Could you stay calm for me, please?

-Why are you being like this?

I'm thinking about you. And I'm thinking about the kid.

Now, we both know you don't have the best track record at holding down a relationship.

Maybe we should discuss this later.

You know, I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted.

But I never promised you anything. So if you can't be happy for me...

-Yeah, you're right. I should go.

-Oh, Pete!

I'll call you, OK?

Hey. Listen. I heard what you said about Dylan.

You should tell Dr Gardner you made a mistake.

Well, if there's no truth to it,

then there's nothing to worry about, is there?

OK, regardless of that, you know what this place is like.

People see that photo, he could lose his job.

-What photo?

-Everything under control?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

Good.

I'd watch my back, if I were you.

-What, Sebastian? I think I can handle him.

-Yeah, I'm sure you can.

But I heard that he said something to Elle about...

Sorry, Max, I'm a little bit old for he-said-she-said.

No, I know, but just...

-Dr Gardner!

-Hmm?

-You're looking very lovely today.

It's amazing what washing one's hair does.

Right, well, erm...

You should do it more often.

Noel, women like men with confidence.

Try thinking, "What would Cal do?"

Especially if you want to win kisses.

-I need to borrow your tablet.

-Why?

Well, my phone's dead and Alicia's posted some pictures from her Christmas dinner.

And it turns out that her mum tried to set her up with some

pretty eligible bachelors while I was away.

So, I'm going to hit back with some buff holiday snaps,

-you know, break the internet.

-This is ridiculous!

-Have you even asked her how she felt about it?

-About what?

About the fact you jetted off to the Bahamas and left her to spend Christmas with her parents?

-Ah. Why? Has she said something?

-No. It doesn't matter.

-Tablet? Thank you.

-OK.

But the police are involved.

We need to come clean, tell your dad the truth.

You saw what he was like. It's working.

We can't just give up now.

-You need to upload the video.

-No way, it's not fair on him.

-Please.

Just post some nasty messages on my social media page, make it look real.

Please. Do this for me.

I promise I'll never ask you for anything ever again.

-Well?

-He wouldn't even look at the scan.

It's the patients that I worry about.

If only I had a witness...

..some sort of evidence that I could take to Dr Gardner.

There's a photo.

Max took it, at Christmas.

Just happened to catch this in the background.

I mean, I wouldn't want her to think that I was causing any trouble.

I could send it, anonymously.

It doesn't prove anything, but she'd have to listen.

OK, Grace. When you're ready.

All right?

Centre of gravity. Pick up your foot, sweetheart.

-I can't.

-Yes, you can. Come on.

Come on, stand tall and transfer your weight.

Come on. Let's see if you can get further than last time.

I'm tired.

OK. We're working towards walkies with Simba, remember?

Please, Mum!

All right, I'll get the chair.

That pact. I thought it was just kids talking.

I had no idea how seriously he'd taken it all.

I'm sure he'll call once things settle down a bit.

Pete and I, we've been best friends since forever.

He's the only man that's stuck around.

People get pregnant every day. It's hardly ever perfect.

But what if he's right?

I mean, I've always wanted kids, but not like this.

How can I have a baby with someone I've only just met?

Are you OK? Do you want some air or something?

It's not that, it's... My chest hurts when I breathe.

I'm going to have a listen, OK?

Have you had any problems recently? Apart from the claustrophobia?

Erm, swollen legs. A bit of cramping.

Do you mind if I...?

OK, let's run a blood gas, ECG and can we get a CTPA scan, please?

What is it? What's wrong?

It looks like you've developed a blood clot in your leg,

which I think may have broken off and travelled up to your lungs.

-I'll need a scan to confirm.

-I can't.

Don't worry, you'll be lead screened so there's minimal risk to the baby.

-The imaging time is very short.

-No. I can't get in a scanner.

Not without Pete. Please, you have to find him.

OK.

Oi! Have you heard the rumour about Seb and Dylan?

Yeah. Did you see the photo?

Five meetings, 260 e-mails and not a doughnut in sight.

Ah! I cannot wait for this year to be over.

"Airway management after major trauma."

Ah! Glad to see someone's giving Lily a run for her money.

-What do you mean?

-The South African research post.

Three months? I sent an e-mail.

Anyway, I assume you are applying?

Yeah.

I thought I might as well start 2017 off the way I mean to go on.

You know. Get myself out there. See the world while I'm still young and all that.

You don't mind me jetting off again, do you?

Oh, of course not. What an amazing opportunity.

I would have applied myself if I'd known.

Right, well. Send it over then.

-Hmm? Now?

-Deadlines are deadlines, Dr Knight. Now or never.

Sure, I'll send it.

Fine. Sending.

-Ah, Dr Keogh. Good break?

-Ah, yeah, yeah. All right.

Has, erm...? Has Dr Grayling made a complaint against me?

Come in.

-Not officially. No.

-Right.

Because if he's suggesting that his failings are in any way

linked to my abilities as a mentor...

It's slightly more complicated than that.

He told me that you tried to kiss him.

That he rejected your advances

and as a result you threatened to fail him.

Well, that's completely preposterous.

-You're saying he made it up?

-It's entirely fabricated. Of course.

Good. That's what I thought. But the boy clearly has an agenda.

So, I've stalled him for now,

but let's just cut him some slack until this whole thing blows over.

-Oh, and, Dylan?

-Hmm?

-Try not to make it any worse.

Absolutely ridiculous. Some of the things these kids are saying.

-Still no improvement?

-There's no bleed. I double-checked.

Well, if he was bleeding, his heart rate would be going up, not down.

Maybe we've missed something.

Do you mind if I take a look at that?

What possible good would that do?

Well, kids can be cruel but they can also be very observant.

OK, so we can add flatulence, vertigo, bad breath,

dry hair to the list of symptoms.

That's with obesity and hypothermia after very short exposure.

So what do you want me to do?

Right, let's run an endocrine test

and we'll start with thyroid function.

What?

The devil really is in the detail.

Hey. Chrissy needs a scan and she wants you there as well.

-It could be serious.

-She needs Miles, not me.

It sounds like you've been friends for a long time.

25 years.

Well, you're not going to throw that away, are you?

All I ever wanted was for us to be a family together.

And I never imagined she'd have one without me.

You can't choose who she falls in love with.

No-one can love her like I do.

Yeah. It's not the same though, is it?

I know how hard it is, but sometimes...

you have to face facts.

Accept that it's not going to happen...

..and decide what's more important.

Otherwise you might lose her for ever.

OK, Jake.

You said that the bullies gave you the phone and then you called Jodie.

But it's highly unlikely that you would have been able to stay

afloat with that injury.

And then we were looking over the video and I saw this.

This yours?

What are you saying?

-That she was there all the time?

-No-one's accusing anyone.

But Jake's really ill.

So if you know anything that could help, it's important you tell us.

-I'm not the only person with that bag.

-Jake?

She was there. She took the video.

-You did this?

-No, no! I...I saved him.

I trusted you, and you are one of them?

It wasn't like that. Tell them.

You humiliated him. You put him into hospital and then what?

-You stuck around to make sure he doesn't grass you up?

-No!

OK, let's calm down.

-I thought we were friends.

-BREATHES HEAVILY

-Jake? You all right, mate?

-OK, you need to go.

Don't worry, son. It's just you and me now.

-BP's dropping, 80 over 40.

-OK, his blood pressure is falling.

Right, I'm going to need to chase those bloods.

OK, can you step back, please?

-You can speak to her through there.

-Pete's here. OK?

-Pete?

-I'm here! I'm here!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You're not the one that should be apologising.

No, but you were right. It's too soon.

I can't have this baby.

Talk to me about Miles.

Other than his complete lack of rhythm.

What's the first thing you think of?

-How he makes me laugh.

-That's a bit predictable.

How he...

constantly asks questions through every film.

-Even the kids' ones.

-Juvenile.

How he makes me feel when he holds my hand.

Like nothing can touch us.

Do you love him?

I really think I do.

Then I reckon you'll work it out.

And even if he does leg it,

this baby is going to be the luckiest kid in the world.

Because it'll have you as a mum.

Dr Grayling. Why don't you tell me what's going on?

He's hypotensive. And I think he's got a thyroid problem.

-Right.

-Should we try thyroxine?

No. We wait for the condition to be confirmed.

-No. There isn't time.

-Well, we need something more immediate.

Don't just stand there, do something!

Come on, Dr Grayling! You know this. Remember ALS.

OK. Let's start him on 500 micrograms of atropine and...

-TSH 1.89, T4 0.22.

-Come on!

OK! I need 200mg of hydrocortisone, and I need some thyroxine, please.

OK. The scan confirmed a pulmonary embolus so we're going

to give you this injection which will thin your blood.

What about the baby?

The drug won't cross the placenta. It's OK.

You'll need to continue treatment for about six weeks after you deliver, but you should be fine.

-Thank you.

-OK.

Thanks.

OK.

I'm going to be a mum.

And I obviously expect to be godfather.

Regardless whether this Miles likes me or not.

-You are going to make an amazing uncle.

-I know.

And as soon as you're ready,

I'll find somewhere fabulous with womb service.

Is that him?

-Stay.

-No.

You need some alone time. I'll call you, OK?

You'd better.

Pete?

I love you. You're my best friend.

OK. Heart rate's back on track.

BP is 124 over 71 and sats 97%.

So you're saying that had nothing to do with the accident?

Ah, I think the immersion in cold water would have exacerbated the condition.

He'll need to see an endocrinologist and they'll do further tests.

It's likely they'll prescribe him with hormone replacement tablets.

Thank you so much.

OK, Louise, could you get him transferred up to PICU, please?

I know what you told Dr Gardner.

I'm sorry?

Now, listen to me, Seb.

I'm not one for gossip,

but if you continue to spread this rumour,

it'll be your own reputation you're ruining, not mine.

Now, you've done really well in here today

and don't throw it away on some petty quest for revenge.

Ah, Mrs Beauchamp.

-Have I ever told you what stunning eyes you've got?

-What?

I want all copies of Grace's medical notes from the moment

she was brought in. I want every blood test,

I want every scan result, every chart...

Shift's finished, Mrs Beauchamp. I was just about to...

Quickly as you can, please.

-What are you doing back here, Connie?

-Oh, Charlie, of course you were right.

-No two cases are the same.

-Meaning what?

Well, meaning I need to understand what happened to Grace.

That's not what I meant when I said take a step back.

Charlie, my daughter may never walk again.

All right? I need to understand how, why and who let that happen.

-You're looking for someone to blame?

-No. No. I just need answers.

OK.

Yeah, and the prognosis is good

-but he's going to need to be kept in overnight.

-OK, thanks.

I'll go home and get your toothbrush and a change of clothes.

I'll just be a sec.

Is Jodie still here?

Your dad got it wrong, didn't he?

About Jodie.

It was all my idea. The video, the messages.

-Why?

-Mum loved the fireworks.

We used to go every year, the three of us.

But since she died, all he's done is work.

I just needed him to show he hasn't forgotten about us.

Really messed up, haven't I?

Jodie may not be coming back.

But your dad is still here for you.

You're very lucky.

Trust me.

You need to do the right thing. Tell the truth.

Yeah, he may not like it, but he will understand.

You ready to make a statement?

Actually, there's something I need to tell you...

Oi! For you. It's got vitamin B6, vitamin C, fibre and potassium.

Gee, thanks(!)

Ah! Dr Hardy! Still nothing from you in my inbox.

Yeah. I'm not sure.

I think maybe I've had enough sun for a while.

Shame. Although it would have been hard to beat your brother's paper.

Cal's applied?

"Airway management after major trauma".

Surprisingly, a real page turner.

Right. Are you guys ready to party?

Ha-ha! After I've dealt with the hundreds of e-mails.

Start the New Year as you mean to go on.

-I'll see you there.

-Ethan?

-I'll catch you up.

-You've left your banana.

-I don't want a banana.

-Dr Keogh!

-Yeah?

-Do you have a sec?

Do you want me to shut the door?

If this is about Dr Grayling, I can assure you the matter is in hand.

Earlier, you said the complaint was fabricated.

Yeah, it's a complete lie.

So nothing happened between you?

No physical contact, nothing that could be misconstrued?

No, of course not.

Please explain this?

Oh. Sorry. I'll come back later.

I gave you a chance, Seb, and this is how you repay me. Is it?

-Dylan!

-What's all that about?

-I have no idea.

-I came to explain.

-Well, be my guest.

Dylan, this is neither the time nor the place.

No. On the contrary, I think it's the perfect opportunity.

I'm sure everybody wants to hear what he's got to say.

Come on, why don't you admit it? Why don't you tell the truth?

Say that you are failing because you are a limited doctor.

-I am a good doctor.

-Sorry, speak up.

-I said I'm a good doctor!

-Right.

Yeah, I proved that today. I told Dr Gardner the truth.

You tried to kiss me and then you threatened to fail me if I didn't.

-That's actually slanderous.

-Is it? We saw the photo.

-Looks like Max caught you in the act.

-Louise.

No, it's completely innocent. The photo... I'm not even gay!

Everybody just calm down.

Do you know what? Your father was absolutely right about you.

-You're a pathetic, spineless coward.

-Dylan, please, just go home.

-He tried to kiss me!

-Dylan, go home, please!

Ha-ha! 35 kisses!

-What did I miss?

-Show's over. Everyone back to work, please.

I'll need your written statement, as soon as possible.

And, Seb, phone your dad.

-Reassure him I'll be contacting HR.

-OK.

Are you OK?

-Why don't you come to the party?

-I can't.

Thank you.

# Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good

# Everybody says it's just like rock and roll... #

Guys, I still don't get it. Who kissed who?

-Well, I just hope Seb's all right.

-What about Dylan?

And, thanks for dropping me in it with the photo, by the way.

Excuse me? Can we give the hospital gossip a rest just for one day?

-Ignore him. He's organising a wedding.

-Yes, dear!

-Have you seen Cal?

-No. Sorry.

There you go. Well deserved.

-You wiped the floor with us.

-How did you do it again?

Oh, I just did what Cal would do.

I asked for kisses in return for a date tonight.

-With you?

-No! With Cal.

-Have you told Alicia that?

-KNOCKING ON DOOR

-All right, I'm coming.

TURNS DOWN MUSIC

-Where's Cal?

-He's gone to London for the night. Why?

-Of course he has.

-Has something happened?

I don't even know why I'm surprised. It's not even the first time he's done it.

-Done what?

-Stolen my proposal.

"Airway management after major trauma," that's yours?

Yes. You know, he stole money from me once as well?

-£15,000.

-When?

-He did this to me as well.

Left me sleeping on a hammock, thought it was funny.

There's just, there's so many things like that. All the time.

Just work stuff. And personal stuff. Really, really personal.

Just sit down, right? I'll get you a drink.

You know, when you care about someone you want them to be happy, right?

When they clearly don't care about you,

then eventually you think, "Why am I bothering?"

He never does anything for my sake. Ever. So why?

Why am I holding myself back...with you?

I'm watching him hurt you, and I would never...

I could never do that!

Ethan.

Alicia.

What I said at Christmas, I meant it.

I love you.

And I think you care about me as well.

But it's too late though. I'm with Cal.

I know. Believe me, I know.

But I don't care.

Life's too short.

I think I've worked out what my New Year's resolution is going to be.

For once, I'm putting myself first.

It's for the baby.

What is it with you and all this feeding?

I'm just making sure you're looked after.

Well, you know, there are other ways of doing that,

-like the washing, the ironing, the bins.

-Done.

-What? I was joking.

-Let him spoil you.

Too right. When a man offers, accept.

-I mean, what's the worst that can happen?

-Ha-ha!

Come on, guys, it's nearly midnight.

Do you think Dylan's going to be OK?

He hasn't reacted well to these things in the past.

He'll be fine. He's probably more worried about Dervla.

You just concentrate on growing a human. Come on.

ALL: Five, four, three, two, one!

CHEERING

FIREWORKS EXPLODE

THEY SING AULD LANG SYNE

Hi, it's me.

Sebastian, Dad.

Yeah, Happy New Year.

No, everything's OK.

It's just...

Something's happened...

..with Dr Keogh.

GLASS SHATTERS

LOUD CRASH