It Starts with the Shoes Casualty

Aw, he was amazing. You must be so proud.

'I don't feel anything any more.'

Nothing.

Gemma! When did you get out?

Help her, please!

How far did she fall?

From up there!

How do you think one of these would go down in Holby?

A booze bus?

Why don't you move in with me?

SHE SCOFFS What, after everything you've done?

Well, if you hate me so much...

why are you still wearing that?

Taking lithium everyday has a...cumulative effect.

I am going to have to lessen my dose.

-KNOCKING

-Hurry up! You're going to be late!

Give us a minute!

Come on, Ollie, just one more.

No, Dad.

Guess who?

Er...

Mickey Mouse?

Mouse?!

How could you think that's a mouse?

Darth Vader.

Helmet, slits for eyes, mouth.

WHEEZING LIKE DARTH VADER

Forget the Dark Side, Ollie, come over to the Maple Syrup Side.

LAUGHING

Dad, I'm full, but your brekkies are way better than Mum's.

Thanks.

I'd better get going, I'll be late.

Hey, no school today!

You're coming to work with me.

-You're kidding?

-No,

We are going to have the best day ever.

Go on, get changed.

Yes!

You'd better have some manners today, you.

Scared I'll give you a showing up?

Yeah. Look at the state of you.

Might as well give you a nosebag,

call you Buttercup. Have some decorum.

Thanks for the pep talk.

Well...

..all I'm saying is that you've got a good opportunity, today.

Don't mess it up.

Come on, Jacob, please, I never ask you for anything!

David, there's a footie match on.

We're going to be packed out with drunks, and you want the day off?!

I only found out last night.

-It's my last day with him...

-David.

Look, I need you on shift.

Come on.

Bringing your kid into work?

That's a no-no.

Get yourself and little man sorted out.

Jacob!

LAUGHTER

Just trying to get an autograph off of a famous Bugsy Malone star.

Try eBay. Heard they go for a bomb.

LAUGHTER

Get you, Mr Showbiz. What you doing in here anyway?

Apart from raising the tone.

Dunno. Dad said he wanted to spend the day with me.

What's wrong, Dad?

Your mum's staying in Spain.

Your gran's much sicker than they thought.

She wants you there with her.

What?

Ollie...

you have to go to Spain...

..for good.

When?

This afternoon.

Your Auntie Sarah's coming for you.

Hey, hey, come on.

Late on your first day.

Technically, she's early.

It's...two minutes to.

Yeah. So technically, you're wrong.

You nervous?

It's only tea and coffee, what's the worst that can happen?

OK, come on, come on.

What will he do if he catches us?

Make you sit in reception.

Eurgh!

Or the staffroom.

I'm sorry I couldn't get the day off.

I don't mind hanging around here.

Do I have to go to Spain so soon?

Come on.

We need a signal to tell us Jacob is coming.

Something like..

"Pass the file, Secret Squirrel."

That way you'll know you have to hide...

under here. Shall we try it?

All right. Pass the file, Secret Squirrel.

Who you calling a squirrel?

Wait, is it cos I'm ginger?

Robyn, you are not ginger.

You are a wonderful Titian.

And anyway, red squirrels are almost extinct.

You, on the other hand, have everything to live for.

Eurgh, get off!

What is wrong with you?

Nothing.

In fact...

I've never been better.

When are you seeing your psychiatrist?

(What?)

Oh. Um, hm...

Next week.

We don't need those files any more, Robyn.

-We're playing Dodge Jacob.

-DAVID LAUGHS

Well, that is a very dangerous game.

However...

you have a scald in Cubicle Two.

I'm sorry, Secret Squirrel.

It's a mission. You have to accept it.

(Go on, down there.)

Dave.

Shall we?

This is Monica Blears, 37,

and her daughter Amy.

She has a scald on her hand from...

Kettle...

She was cleaning the kettle, and it tipped over.

When it was boiling?

OK. Mrs Blears, hi.

I'm Dr Gardner.

Let's get you looked over, shall we?

Need to pee.

The toilets are that way.

I want to go.

After the doc's examined you properly.

I want to go. I don't want to be examined.

You have to behave.

You know what'll happen if you don't.

Come on.

Shouldn't a proper builder be doing that?

Pardon?

You didn't fix it right last time, did you?

That's why it's been banging in the wind for weeks,

keeping me awake.

I can do it.

No need for a tradesman.

That's what we pay our service charge for!

The management company said they'd send someone.

They did.

I sent him away.

No point when I'm capable.

You?

SHE SCOFFS

What a joke.

Least I take pride in the place.

Meaning?

Well, your rusty old multi-gym by the bins.

How many times do I have to tell you?

I phoned the council to pick it up!

Fly-tipping, that is! But did I complain?

I did not.

On account of being neighbourly.

Hey.

-Eyes front.

-What?

-I wasn't...

-Yeah.

Course you weren't.

HE SCOFFS

Cow.

So, Ms Blears, you have a partial thickness scald, which...

Well, it will heal, but...

it will be very painful, I'm afraid.

So we're going to get you some pain relief right now, OK?

Monica seems very anxious.

-Do you think she's been drinking?

-Well, she doesn't smell of alcohol.

True.

So, two co-codamol to start.

Then see if she has any old notes on file.

Then contact her GP.

Seems to me... like they're hiding something.

Thanks, Dave.

BREATHING HEAVILY

Take this.

No, no...

-The doctor's going to get me something.

-That won't help.

-This will.

-I don't want it.

It'll make you feel better, Mum.

I just want you to get well.

Hey!

Oh, my little Amy.

Mum, take it.

You'll feel better, I promise.

Please, Mum.

PANTING AND SPLUTTERING

What do you think you're doing?!

Oh, you filthy...

pervert!

-I'm calling the police!

-Please, it's not what you think.

Having a perv, were you?

-Disgusting!

-No,

-I wasn't.

-Why are your flies down, then?

Martin?

-Filthy old git!

-Where are you?

What's all that shouting?

-Martin.

-Maeve, don't!

Don't move!

-Martin?

-Stop!

Stop!

WOOD SPLINTERS SCREAMING

THUD SHE GRUNTS

SCREAMS

Sweetheart?

All sorted.

Mrs Blears?

Are you all right?

Yeah...

Dr Gardner.

She's a little...withdrawn.

-Which analgesic did you give her?

-Just the co-codamol.

Mrs Blears?

Monica?

Amy, your mum's a bit unresponsive.

Did she have any other pain relief before you brought her in?

-No.

-And you're sure she had no other medications?

No!

Has she been drinking?

What? You think she's an alcoholic!?

Sweetie, I didn't say that but I need to ask these questions.

She's just my mum!

Can you please make her hand better?

David, repeat the obs. Do a BM and venous gas.

If nothing shows up, arrange a CT head scan.

OK, this is Maeve Rawlinson, 72 years old.

She fell approximately 15 feet from a first floor balcony.

Query fracture right neck of femur,

laceration to face.

Not KO'd, neck was cleared en route.

GCS 15, BP 130/80, pulse 85,

sats 95%.

She had 5mgs of morphine,

but she's now starting to feel pain again.

Mrs Rawlinson has dementia.

And this is her husband Martin, and he would like to stay.

OK, let's transfer on three. One, two, three.

SHE GROANS

OK, hello, Maeve, my name's Dr Keogh.

Let's do a primary survey then, please,

and book her for a CT, ASAP please.

Something in my eye.

That better?

We'll have you gorgeous as ever in no time.

How's does that happen then?

Got a time machine?

You're still the prettiest girl I've set eyes on.

And you're the handsomest man.

Keeps him sweet.

Other than the dementia,

are there any medical conditions that we should know about?

No, fit as a fiddle.

I'm lucky like that. Aren't I?

We're both lucky.

And how would you describe the pain here on a scale of one to ten?

I'm not one to complain but...

-..nine and three quarters.

-Oh, OK.

Let's give her a gram of paracetamol I/V, please?

I'm just going to have a feel of the back of your neck, all right?

CT'll let us know. It's crazy out there.

Right, let's get on top of this pain then, please.

Oh, not you!

Well, if it isn't the neighbourhood perv.

Lock up your daughters.

Here, Mum,

just a little bit.

Dr Gardner, there is definitely something going on.

-Yup, the daughter's covering for her.

-Or protecting her.

Help! Somebody help my mum!

Help! I can't see!

Muscles are rigid, she is very flushed.

She's tachycardic. Amy, what happened?

I don't know, help her!

Her blood pressure is through the roof.

She's clearly having marked muscle spasms, but why?

It's an acute dystonic reaction to a major tranquilliser,

probably a phenothiazine. You see it a lot in psychiatric wards.

I have never seen this before.

You wouldn't. You've been out of the game ten years,

-and back what, five minutes?

-David!

-That's enough!

Look, I've been in and out of psych wards my entire adult life,

add that to, what, ten years of ED experience.

And I think I know what I'm talking about here.

-Last warning...

-Hang on a sec.

He can't talk to you like that, you're the senior clinician.

Who knows when she should listen to the nursing staff.

David, what do you suggest?

10mg of procyclidine. Come on.

If this is a dystonic reaction that is exactly the right treatment.

Do it.

10mg procyclidine.

What are you waiting for?

10mg procyclidine!

Right, we'll just get you an X-ray,

then pop your shoulder back into place.

Whatever. Just get me away from that filthy pervert!

I'm not a pervert.

That's what all sex pests say!

What were you doing in them bushes, then?

Maeve, we're ready for you now.

Not a moment too soon.

Come on, Mr Rawlinson, you can wait for Maeve outside.

We'll check the displacement of the humeral head,

and then reduce the dislocation under sedation.

Oh, no, I don't want any drugs.

It's bad for my karma.

Bit of gas and air, shove it back,

and I'll be offski.

OK. Shall we just do it in cubicles, then?

Yeah.

Here she is.

How's your first day going?

Froth a bit of milk. Push a trolley around.

Not exactly rocket science, is it?

10mg procyclidine.

Your spot. Your save.

SHE SIGHS UNCOMFORTABLY

Er, how much is the chocolate bar?

75 pence.

Then you gave me too much change.

Very honest and all.

My dad said I should always be honest.

He said it can shock people.

I'll take his word for it.

Hey, you. Your dad's looking for you.

I don't have to go yet, do I?

I don't think so.

-Come on.

-See ya.

-See ya.

-You lost?

-No.

Good, cos I have no clue where I am.

They took my wife away somewhere.

They told me to wait down here.

I didn't want to leave her but...

HE GASPS

'Scuse me, he needs some help!

HE GROANS

Mr Rawlinson?

Right, come on, let's get you into cubicles. This way.

Amy, your mother has clearly taken something.

OK. We'll do some more tests.

Get to the bottom of it.

-Whatever.

-No tests...

-Mrs Blears?

-Mrs Blears?

Are you on any medication?

She hasn't taken anything.

She quite clearly has.

Monica, we're trying to help you.

Please just tell us what you've taken.

I don't know.

Maybe we should give her a bit more time to...come round?

Until we know what caused it,

another episode is a real possibility.

We'll continue to monitor your mother here.

David, chase up the GP notes.

Let's see if we can find out what's really going on.

Is there anyone you'd like me to call?

No, it's just us.

Isn't it, Mum?

(What are you doing?)

Taking you home.

This is all very nice, dear, but I don't need looking after.

Well, let me do a few tests just to make sure?

Go on, humour me?

There's a man who looks like he needs a cuppa. OK?

Just one sugar. Trying to cut down.

Skinny thing like you. Get away!

HE CHUCKLES

Sorry, I don't have anything smaller.

Er...

I gave you ten pounds.

That's change of a fiver.

Gemma, give the man his change.

-I did!

-Stop messing around.

What's up with you?

Only thing that's up with me

is having an interfering pain in the backside as a brother.

I give him the right change!

She's right, it was a fiver.

No need to make a fuss, eh?

What was all that about?

I dunno.

Diagnosed with schizophrenia when she was 22.

Her last Section three was 11 months ago.

Various short informal admissions since then.

No spouse? Next of kin?

One child. Amy.

SHE SIGHS

-Poor girl.

-You know, it just doesn't make sense.

Her prescribed meds couldn't cause this level of crisis.

Unless of course she's on something else.

We need to know what she's taken.

Or not, apparently.

David, call security.

Oh and...

let me know when they find her.

Right.

Coast is clear, Secret Squirrel.

Hello, yes, a patient's gone missing. Female, mid-30s,

curly blonde hair, wearing a beige jacket,

probably with her teenage daughter, as well, gone missing.

Is he your kid?

-Mm-hm.

-I need to borrow him.

Yes, thank you, sure.

You want a job?

Yes, please.

Patient in the end cubicle just bought a cappuccino.

-There's the price list. Sort out their change, yeah?

-On it, boss.

Meet me in the corridor outside X-ray, ten minutes.

Yes, thank you.

Delivery.

Feel free to tip.

-What is it?

-Open it, open it, have a look.

See... Ah, now, you see, yours are blue, mine are orange.

Colour clashing, it's all the rage.

Same shoes as your dad?

Are you sure about this?

What, jealous? SHE CHUCKLES

So now when you're in Spain,

and you look down at your shoes,

you'll know I'm wearing the same ones.

It won't feel like we're...

so far apart.

What? What, you don't...?

You don't like them? We can exchange them if you want.

I don't want to go to Spain!

I won't know anyone there,

I won't understand anything,

and what about school?

Ollie, I tried...

-but your mum, she said no...

-Then try again!

You're my dad.

I want to stay here.

With you.

Really?

I'll call her, then,

right now, and tell her that you want to...

No.

That you ARE staying.

And it's not up for negotiation.

All right?

OK.

Tea? Coffee?

No, thanks.

I wasn't too good at arithmetic either.

I am sorry about that.

I scraped my exams by the skin of my teeth.

Did better than me, then.

There's more to life than maths.

How's your wife doing?

She's broken her hip!

They took her away, but...

I don't know where to!

I'm worried sick.

What if something's happened to her?

Why don't we see if I can find her, yeah?

Yeah.

Erm, has the surgeon seen Mrs Rawlinson yet?

Yes, but theatre can't take her till five.

There are no ortho beds.

Oh, right, OK. What about cubicles?

Yes, they're full. Got that football match.

Five of them sleeping it off. They need monitoring.

OK, take her back to Resus, then, would you please?

Can't. Drunk driver's just come in.

Oh, come on, this is totally ridiculous!

We need a bed.

-Excuse me?

-I've got a patient with a fractured neck and femur

and dementia and nowhere to put her.

At the moment she's just lying in a corridor.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

This is ridiculous. Cubicles are clogged with drunks.

Is this about your booze bus proposal?

It did make interesting reading.

Well, that's all very well, it doesn't help us at the moment.

What I need is a bed and some dignity for the patient.

Why don't you tell the board that?

-What?

-Two o'clock today?

No, there's no time to prepare anything.

Do you want this booze bus or not?

-Of course I do.

-Well there's no time like the present, then.

Are you OK?

Have you seen my Martin?

I want to see my Martin!

That's your husband, yeah?

-I was just with him.

-Husband?

Oh, I'm not married, dear.

-Oh, sorry. I thought...

-We're just courting.

I'm hoping he'll ask for my hand soon, though.

Martin's in cubicles. He's not very well.

Oh!

Oh, dear, I need to see him!

Aah!

The doctors are seeing him just now.

Cuppa? How about a nice posh tea?

Oh, stuff that. Espresso, double shot.

Coming up...

You want to see how your boyfriend's feeling?

Why, what's wrong with him?

Could I have an espresso, double shot?

Sure thing.

What do you want me to do, boss?

Er... We're running low on salt and vinegar.

Go pick us some up from the shop.

What do you think you're doing?

Taking her to see her old man, she's upset.

No, you can't, she's waiting for surgery!

Funny, cos it looked like she's been dumped in a corridor to me.

And she's nil by mouth. No food or drink.

-She didn't say.

-It's at the end of her bed. Can't you read?

I didn't notice.

No harm done.

I hadn't lipped it anyway.

I was holding out for ginger snaps.

You do have ginger snaps, don't you?

Pay attention next time.

And for your information,

when I leave a patient in a corridor it's for a reason!

Ms Taylor, we're going to put your shoulder back in.

The pain's just temporary, OK?

More's the pity.

What are you doing in here?

Didn't know they could treat you for being a perv?

Can't you give her something to cure her filthy mouth?

Like a gag?

-I'll be with you in a second, Mr Rawlinson, OK?

-Yeah.

Take her arm in close.

SHE STARTS TO PANT

Just try to relax, OK?

Take a deep breath...

CRUNCH SHE GRUNTS

-PANTING

-Let me have a look.

We'll get an X-ray to confirm,

but it seems the humeral head has relocated.

Well done.

We'll get you some pain relief,

then there's no reason why you can't go home.

I have had enough of this.

You can't be out of bed Mr Rawlinson.

Better watch it, he'll try and cop a feel.

He likes 'em young!

If I did, I wouldn't be looking at you.

Yeah, whatever.

Grumpy old perv.

Don't call him that.

He's a nice old man.

Gem.

Who watches me yoga-balling in my gym pants.

He's a perv in my book.

-Cheers, I'll get these to Gem.

-OK.

Oi, oi. What are you up to?

That's our Gemma's money bag.

She gave me a job.

Made £6.80 on tips so far.

And we don't even have to pool them.

I'm getting to keep the whole lot.

Right, so she's pretty straight, then?

How do you mean?

With the change and that.

Or does she, you know, pocket a bit on one side?

Oh, no. I do the money. She's rubbish at it.

She can't add or subtract and...

You can't say anything.

It's just supposed to be our little secret.

That's why I'm her money man, you see?

Er, what is this? 20 questions?

Oliver here is just telling me what a good boss you are.

Go re-stock the crisps, will you?

No probs, boss.

Doesn't take two to do teas.

What's with your little assistant?

I'm making him feel useful. Like he's worth something.

You should try it sometime.

Come on, before they see us.

-Where are we going?

-I told you, Mum. Home.

Soon as the bus comes.

Home?

You'll be safe there.

Don't need their help, do we?

OK. The bus is coming soon.

HORN BLARES SHE SCREAMS

-THUMP

-Ow!

-Mum!

HEAVY THUD

The PSA test that we did has flagged up some issues with your prostate.

When was the last time you went to the loo?

Properly, I mean..?

Don't know.

OK, I would like to admit you for observation.

And what then?

Well, that's for the surgeon to decide,

but probably a TURP, which is a procedure

-where they trim away the excess prostate tissue.

-No...

My wife, she needs me.

She's not well.

There is respite, carers who can come in.

For an hour or so.

I look after her 24/7.

Anyway, she gets agitated with people she doesn't know.

You've been very attentive, dear, but...no.

I'll just muddle through.

How's Maeve doing?

Ask him.

But you can't cos you just assumed the worst of him.

Cos most people do.

Now he's refusing treatment,

can't take care of his wife.

He's struggling, and so is she.

If you weren't such a self-obsessed cow, then maybe you'd see it.

Hiding in plain sight?

Yes, a brilliant if somewhat flawed plan.

Sit down.

Who cares?

All not well in the world of work?

I think I might've been made redundant.

HE CHUCKLES

Well, I'm sure I can find you a mission here, Secret Squirrel.

I'd take crisps in lieu of money.

HE CHUCKLES

You drive a hard bargain, son.

Please, you have to help my mum!

Please...

MOANING

What happened? What happened?

Please, straight through to HDC.

Yeah, the ECG looks fine. Is there any news on a bed?

Not yet.

Oy, oy, oy, oy, oy...

OK, Maeve.

The good news is that they can fix your hip in theatre at five o'clock.

OK, but the bad news, I'm afraid,

is that we don't have a bed for you until then,

so what we are going to do is give you some pain relief,

and hopefully make you feel a bit more comfortable, OK?

I'm really sorry about this.

I'm just late for work.

Well, don't worry, we won't keep you long.

I've got a beau.

More than one, I bet?

His name is Martin. He'll be meeting me after my work.

But he's late!

Have you seen him?

RETCHING

SPLUTTERING

I'm really sorry we've got no beds.

These things happen, don't they?

Yeah, they do, but they shouldn't.

Is she going to be OK?

Your mum has an arterial bleed.

Suction, please.

You need to tell us what she's taken, and where she got it from.

Look.

I was...ill, myself.

The drugs, they dampen things for a while.

They stop you being...who you are.

Which is what's necessary, sometimes.

Some fine artery clips, and 3-O Vicryl, please.

I looked up schizophrenia.

I wanted to help her.

I got this stuff off the internet.

What about her community psychiatric nurse?

She never saw the same one twice.

She stopped taking her pills.

Said they were making her ill.

Then she started kicking off.

I had to do something to calm her down.

So I got her this.

What is it?

It says Chlorpromazine suspension.

Hmm.

HE SNIFFS

What? Just checking.

The internet these days, you never know what you're buying.

You were right.

Well done, it was a phenothiazine.

It worked when the doctor gave it to her.

Yes, but then your mum would've been taking oral procyclidine with it,

but you wouldn't know that.

That's why she had the reaction.

Why let it get so bad?

Once, I took her to the doctors.

She was sectioned.

I didn't see her for six months.

They put me in a foster home.

When she was in hospital,

I started to remember what she was like before.

Then I hated her for not being like that any more.

I just couldn't risk losing her again.

Maybe I lost her a long time ago.

Well, she's still your mum.

When she gets the right treatment,

you'll see that.

Your mum will be kept in for observation

and a full psychiatric review.

But hopefully, things will start to get a lot better.

Did you hear that, Mum?

It's going to be OK.

I want to stay with you.

I'll be good this time.

I promise.

You need proper help, Mum.

I need you!

BOTH WEEP

I can't look after you any more.

We need to get you proper treatment.

For both our sakes.

Thank you.

Schizophrenia. You trying to make me feel at home?

HE LAUGHS

David?

Mm?

You OK?

-Who, me?

-Mm-hm.

Oh, yes! Never better.

OK.

And I know you're there, young man.

DAVID SIGHS

Staffroom.

Or else.

Did you call Mum?

I was just about to do it, yes.

Sorry about today.

It's OK.

It's still been the best day.

It has, hasn't it?

Rosa?

Hang on.

Mum?

40% of... It is 40%...

40% of weekend admissions are alcohol-related...

No, no, they're not admissions, are they? They're presentations.

Right. 40%...

Something like 40% of weekend presentations are alcohol-related.

Oh, this is so dull.

It needs some colour, some humanity.

Yes, I could have told you that.

If I just go in there with facts and figures, I'm going to die.

They'll throw out the whole idea out!

Come on, you need to help me.

OK, Dr Keogh, when you're ready.

So how was your first day?

Tore a strip off a patient.

Never good.

Selfish cow just got to me.

Then I gave an old woman a double hit of espresso.

How was I supposed to know she was going to theatre?!

Big bro thinks I'm a tea leaf, and an absolute idiot.

Apart from that, everything's dandy.

He's just worried about you, he wants to help.

-He got this job for you.

-Yeah, and I've messed it up!

Now he's going to think I'm useless.

I doubt that.

Give him a chance, speak to him.

OK?

Keep the change.

Er, the green...

segment here represents the, er, percentage of, er,

alcohol-related admissions during the week.

The, erm...other green...

So, I'm sorry it's green as well.

That one represents the percentage of alcohol-related admissions

at the weekend.

Dr Keogh.

-Yeah.

-Would you like to...

OK. Well, the next slide...

Sorry, if it was working. The next slide, um..

SHE SIGHS

OK, it's a graph and it's...

That's enough death by PowerPoint.

Hi, I'm Louise, I'm a nurse in your ED.

Could you follow me, please?

I want you to see first-hand why we need this bus.

OK, nurse Tyler,

let's see if we can salvage something out of this.

Dinner tonight?

Rabbit stew.

Yuck. Takeaway, please.

Come on. Now you're staying with me,

we have to make sure you eat properly.

And anyway...

since when have you liked takeaways, hey?

Is her mum going to be OK?

Yeah, I hope so.

Don't worry, Dad.

I'll look after you.

What?

I mean, before you get too ill.

But I'm not ill.

The trainers?

You don't remember, do you?

You bought fluorescent trainers before.

Did I?

Just before you ran off.

Cos I'm going to stay here and look after you.

Do you think she'd like a crisp?

Yeah.

(Yeah.)

Ollie.

You'll always...

always be my little boy.

They're salt and vinegar.

You can finish them off if you like.

KEYPAD BEEPING

Rosa?

It's me.

This way.

I'd like to introduce you to Maeve Rawlinson.

-Maeve is 73.

-72, dear!

Don't age me before my time.

She's got a broken hip, and she needs surgery,

but she's been lying in this corridor for three hours

because we're full of footie drunks.

It's a nice corridor, though.

Clean.

Apart from the vomit.

Oh, yuck...

Maeve's why we so desperately need this bus.

Every week, people like her are getting short-changed because...

Well, we just can't cope with this level of alcohol-related admissions.

The bus, it would stop all that.

Drunkenness like this, it's a choice.

Infirmity is not.

So it is time to free up our beds for...

Well, for people who really need them.

HE GROANS

I got it wrong.

Mm.

You did.

I'm sorry.

Hi, I'm just letting you know the surgeon will advise you

-on the best course of treatment for your prostate.

-I already said,

no treatment!

Maeve, love!

Are you all right?

I thought I'd let you two lovebirds see each other

before she goes up to theatre.

What treatment?

What's wrong with you?

It's nothing.

-Men's troubles.

-If the doctor says you need treatment,

-you need treatment!

-Who'll look after you?

-Especially now?

-Well, I'm just next door.

You can both come round for tea till you get fit again?

HE SCOFFS

I know I'm not exactly Nigella,

but I can cook!

We don't need charity.

I'm not charity.

I'm your neighbour.

You can check out my new mini-fridge.

You'll like it, it's pink.

And you said she had no class.

I've always wanted a mini-fridge.

For my gin.

I'll let you know as soon as the ward's ready for you, OK?

Thank you. All right.

Auntie Sarah?

But I'm not going to Spain?

I asked her to come, Ollie.

What?

Why?

No. Why?!

It's best...

if you stay with your mum.

Best for who?!

-You need me, Dad.

-Yes.

Yes, I do.

-But not like this.

-Please don't send me away.

I'm not sending you away, Ollie.

It's not your job to look after me.

And you're right, I'm...

I'm not...well.

-Let me stay. It'll be OK.

-Hey, come on.

And I have to get better.

And when I do...

..I will come and find you.

And I will bring you home.

I promise.

The next time you see me...

..I will be wearing... the most boring shoes ever.

OLLIE LAUGHS THROUGH TEARS

Be brave.

OLLIE SOBS

I thought Ollie was staying? What happened?

I had to let him go.

Why?

David?

I didn't want him looking after me.

It's not right.

Are you OK?

I haven't felt this much... in years.

It feels good.

HE SOBS

Thought you'd knocked off.

I have.

I'm just restocking.

Actually, could you pass me three 10mm syringes, please?

No, I asked for three 10mm.

If you're not happy, get them yourself!

Come on, then.

Why did you take Oliver on?

Why do you think?

You can tell me, you know?

What's there to tell?

"Hey bro, I can't count."

"Or read much, come to mention it."

What happened at school?

I hardly went.

Mum wasn't bothered,

teachers neither.

Then when I finally do get a job...

I don't know why I thought I could ever do this.

I was kidding myself.

You can do it.

You were smart enough to take that kid on, weren't you?

-I should just go back to robbing, I can do that.

-Hey.

You're sharp as a tack, right? You can learn.

I'll teach you myself if I have to.

Think I'd rather go back inside.

We'll get you help, all right?

Come on. I'm on your side.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

You'll be like that bird off Countdown before you know it.

Only fitter.

-HE SCOFFS

-There is no-one fitter.

Freak.

Oh, wait, wait...

HE SIGHS

HE WEEPS

HE SOBS