It Had to Be You Casualty

-Mrs Beauchamp is off sick.

-Connie is off sick?

Doesn't normally do sick, does she?

She was quite under the weather yesterday.

Scott. Hey!

The Trust has decided that further cuts need to be made here,

at Holby City.

All consultants will be asked to re-interview for their jobs.

All right, question 12 - "If you could wake up tomorrow

"having gained any one quality or ability, what would it be?"

I think...

..I'd like to be able to sing.

Hm. Didn't have you down as a warbler.

I'm not. But, you know, it's nice. I think it's a gift.

-How about you?

-Eh...

You have to answer.

Rules are rules.

It's a bit silly.

I promise I won't laugh.

OK. I wish...

I wish that I knew more...about stuff.

I should have paid more attention at school.

So maybe something like that?

Well, I think that is really admirable.

Hm...

13 - "If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself,

"your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?"

Hm...

Am I going to get laid again before work?

THEY LAUGH

What?

Just never seen you laugh like that before.

There's a lot...

..you don't know about me.

Sam... Sam?

Who's that trip-trapping over my bridge?

Ah, Mrs Beauchamp! What a nice surprise, you're back.

Rested and recuperated, I hope?

Grace has a physio appointment.

Yes, I know. I am leaving straight after the interview.

-Well, I would like to attend.

-Connie...

I'm her mother.

And your daughter doesn't want you there.

Look, I'm not prepared to do anything yet

that might cause further stress.

As her mother, you'll understand that.

Nice shoes. You know, you really don't need to worry

about the interview - you'll be fine, I'm sure.

Lee? Lee? Lee?

Just gimme a minute, yeah?

Just eat these for now, I'll be back.

I don't like salt and vinegar!

Well, don't eat them, then!

-Have you seen my bag?

-I'm not talking to you.

-Get off.

-I'm just borrowing it, I'll be back.

-I'm telling Mum!

Darren, just sit down. Don't answer the door to anyone, all right?

Mum, Lee's got my bag again.

And he says I have to eat salt and vinegar crisps,

but I don't like them.

He's really getting my goat!

-What are you reading? It's not Nietzsche, is it?

-Oh, I wish!

No, I haven't interviewed in years.

Everyone knows I was parachuted in by Hanssen.

Are you really not the least bit worried?

To tell you the truth, at this stage, I couldn't care less.

I wish I shared your sense of nihilism.

It is just a charade, isn't it? An exercise in ritual humiliation.

-You know who else they're interviewing, don't you?

-No. Who?

You'll find out.

Hey.

It's like death row over there.

Here is an internet fact for you - nearly a quarter of inmates

on death row die of natural causes while awaiting execution.

You know what this means is that Dr Chao gets the gig, don't you?

They'll be getting rid of two consultants - not one.

It's like a blood bath.

-Chicken parmigiana.

-How many?

-That would be my last meal.

Chicken parmigiana. Sticky toffee pudding with vanilla ice cream.

Wouldn't rule out a coke-float.

-Mm, I like the sound of that, buddy!

-You?

Hm... I'll have to have a think about that.

Please do get back to me.

The word "precocious" comes to mind.

Thank you. I think.

Dr Chao, can you describe to me in your own words what it is you

think you can offer to the Trust?

Mrs Beauchamp, how can I help?

Oh, I think that's my question. This is my office.

-What, you didn't get the memo?

-No.

Right. Well, this is the only office that can be spared, apparently.

-Hanssen's bright idea.

-What are you doing here?

I'm interviewing for the consultant's post.

-RHETORICALLY:

-Are you?

Well, excuse me for interrupting.

DOOR SLAMS

Jackpot!

METAL CLANGS

-Darren! What are you doing here?

-You took my bag!

How did you even get out of the house?

I want my bag!

Darren, you need to go home.

-Go home.

-Don't touch me!

HE YELLS IN PAIN

-SOFTLY:

-Lee?

Everything all right?

Well, apart from the medical director annexing my office and for

-some unknown reason interviewing Dr Chao...

-Oh, yeah.

The man's running rough shod over the department.

Charlie, I've had enough.

Well, who was it that said if a law is unjust, a man not only

has the right to disobey it but is obliged to do so?

Do you know what, Charlie? You're absolutely right!

If he wants a war, he's got one.

That's not exactly what I had in mind.

But close enough.

MUSIC: It Had To Be You

Are you warm enough?

I'm grand.

I could get another blanket from the boot?

-Nina...

-Shhh.

-Did you bring the milk?

-I've brought some UHT.

That stuff doesn't taste of anything.

Well, it's a good job I brought you this, then, isn't it?

Now you're talking. Whisky?

Semi-skimmed.

Ready?

Count to ten and close your eyes.

-Count to ten and close your eyes.

-Darren... Darren...

Darren, listen to me. It's OK, yeah?

I'm going to be OK. You just need to give me a hand.

HE GROANS

That's it, now pull my arm out quickly.

I don't like it.

I know, but I'm OK.

It's going to be OK.

You just grab my arm and pull it quickly, yeah?

Just like a plaster, man.

HE SCREAMS

-Count to ten and close your eyes.

-Darren, Darren...

-Count to ten and close your eyes.

-It's going to be OK.

Take my phone.

It's in my pocket. You need to call 999.

-I can ring Mum.

-No! 999.

That's it.

"The 36 questions that lead to love!"

Oi, nosey!

Aw... I've heard about this article.

Jez!

"Given the choice of anyone in the world,

"who would you want as a dinner guest?"

Cut it out.

-So who are you trying to cast under your spell?

-Your mum.

HE LAUGHS

Witty! No, come on. Who is it?

You didn't, did you?

-You nailed the Ice Queen?

-Eh, eh. eh. Don't call her that.

Yes, you did!

HE LAUGHS, RADIO CHATTER

Yes! Mate, this is HUGE!

That's what she said.

3006 to Control, go ahead.

SIREN BLARES

I'm looking at people...

..on the street or in shops, and I'm thinking...

.."What are you doing?"

Do you know what's happened?

I called you last night.

You didn't answer.

Yeah, I-I went for a drive.

Where?

Just...

Could've been... I can't think straight.

Sorry.

Ethan, you know what, you're exhausted.

Promise me you'll get some sleep before you head home.

Use the on-call room or something.

Ethan?

Yeah.

It was a beautiful service.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

Poor Ethan, though, eh?

What he must be going through...

Fajitas!

No, no, maybe not fajitas.

I can get fajitas any time.

Argh! This is a real tough one, buddy.

You really got me thinking here... OK, so not them.

Ah, Dr Gardner, if you were on death row, what would your last meal be?

Dr Gardner?

Dr Gardner?

-Dr Gardner!

-Noel, shut up!

Right you are.

Come on, come on. Where are you?

It could be any one of these.

What about a Frozen-theme wedding?

Yeah, you know... The Ice Queen!

-Lily!

-Frozen?

You watch that on your gay days, do you?

Now, shut up, we need to find this kid.

Anyway, Lily's not like that.

All right? People think that she's this hard, cold whatever,

but she's not.

3006 to Control.

Listen, have you got a more precise location?

There's loads of factories round here.

-RADIO:

-Control to 3006. We're afraid not.

We think the caller has a learning disability,

but we know the patient has been impaled. Over.

OK, so can we have his number so we can call him directly?

Yeah, give us a second. Over.

You know I'm only messing.

Look, if you like her, just go for it.

Well, thank you very much for your blessing.

Control to 3006. The number is 07968...

HE GROANS

Hello?

Hello, Darren?

Darren, My name's Iain, I'm a paramedic.

My brother, he's hurt.

OK, mate. Listen, we're on our way, to you but you need to tell us

a little bit more about where you are if you can.

I'm in a building. In a factory.

OK, what can you see, Darren?

I don't know, I don't know...

HE YELLS

-Count to ten... Count to ten and close your eyes.

-Darren?

-Count to ten and close your eyes.

-Darren?

Darren, I don't know if you can hear me.

Just try and stay nice and calm, OK?

We're doing our best to locate you.

Lee?

Lee...

Wake up.

And you won't find a more harder working,

passionate, ambitious candidate than me.

That, Mr Strachan, I can promise you.

Where do you see yourself in ten years' time?

It's you. Again.

Dr Chao, you're needed in resus.

No, no, no. Sorry, we're in the middle of a meeting.

I wasn't asking. We have an incoming...

Yeah, and you have other doctors.

Do you really want to be known as the medical director who put

lives at risk?

Resus. Now.

-Lee. I want to go home.

-Darren... Darren?

Lee. I want to go home.

OK, Darren, listen, what I'm going to do,

I'm going to put our sirens on.

I want you to tell me if you can hear it.

-SIREN SOUNDS BRIEFLY

-Darren, are you there?

I want to go home now.

All right, mate, look, I think we might be close,

just tell me if you can hear it, even if it's faint.

SIREN IN THE DISTANCE

Now. I can hear you now.

OK, Darren, I think we've got you.

Morning, ladies.

Step aside, Sam. What have we got?

OK, this is Lee Tailor. 17. He impaled his arm on a metal rod.

FB still in situ.

He lost consciousness from pain at the scene, but no evidence of

trauma to his head and no clinical indication of a neck injury.

OK...

GCS 15.

BP maintained at 110 systolic.

That's it, nice and easy, Lee. Nice and easy.

Sats are now 97% on air.

He's had 750mls of saline, Entonox and ten of morphine.

All right, let's have a full trauma assessment, please.

And this is Darren, Lee's brother - he is the one that raised the alarm.

-Is he going to be OK?

-I'm going to be fine, mate.

We reckon they were stripping some electrics to sell on...

Sorry. Connie, we've got one, two, three consultants, a registrar,

a junior doctor, one of those...

Is this really necessary?

-Yes.

-No.

Just so that you know, we're not pawns in your Game Of Thrones.

Right, I'm worried the rod's gone through the adipose tissue

in the lower bicep.

Is that a computer?

Yes, why don't you get Mr Strachan to show you what it does?

Darren, you need to come here.

He'll be fine with Mr Strachan.

He's police, isn't he?

No, he certainly isn't.

Darren, come here!

Let's just concentrate on you for now, shall we?

-Count to ten and close your eyes.

-I'm sorry, it's all right.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa! DARREN SCREAMS

Oh, no, no, no, no! That's not a good idea.

HE YELLS IN PAIN

All right, Sam, why don't you get him out of here?

All right, Darren, you come with me, yeah?

All right, thank you.

Hey, hey. Daren, it's OK, it's all right. It's all over now.

The doctors will look after him.

How about we get you a nice cup of coffee?

I don't drink coffee. I like pop. I am allowed.

I like the blue ones.

All right. Let's see what we can find you, shall we?

Then I need to phone Mum.

Yeah. Of course, yeah.

What on earth did you think you were doing?

You could have severed an artery.

Then what good would you have been to him?

When was the last time you ate?

It's still not connecting, are you sure you gave me the right number?

Mum doesn't like to speak - she likes to listen.

Sorry, she...she just listens?

Darren, when was the last time you saw your mum?

Just before she went on holiday.

When was that?

This many weeks...

Months ago.

I don't know.

DOG BARKS

Can you hear me? Hello!

I need a word.

-Now is not the time.

-Not with you.

Where's my brother?

He's currently in Mrs Beauchamp's office.

On the telephone.

You don't know anything about us.

-All right, Sam...

-I know that he's a very confused young man.

Were you ever thinking of telling him?

-You don't know anything!

-HE GROANS

All right, enough.

Get out of my resus. Now.

SIREN SOUNDS

RADIO TURNS ON, POP MUSIC PLAYS

GCS 13 but drowsy, pulse 30, BP 70/40.

Given him atropine and fluids with little effect.

Monitors please, 12 lead ECG, FBC, U&E, creatine, calcium and a CK.

OK, this is Nina Barnes, Clive's wife, 78.

She vomited en route.

But her vital signs are good. GCS 14 but drowsy, pulse 50.

OK, thanks. Hello, Nina, can you hear me?

We're just going to check you over, is that OK?

Duffy, let's move her to cubicles.

I can't leave him, he doesn't know where he is.

We'll check you over and then you can come back and see him.

Is that all right? Can we do that?

Good, OK.

Let's prep an activated charcoal solution.

Yes.

See, the X-ray shows some debris left in the wound,

-so that will need to be taken out.

-Taken out how?

In theatre. Surgeon should be down shortly.

I'm sorry, I thought I made myself perfectly clear.

His brother would like to see him.

Darren made you a get well card. Didn't you, Darren?

I made it with my friend, Noel.

Are you sick? I spoke to Mum...

No, you didn't.

I told her you were poorly, but you were on the mend.

Darren, you didn't speak to her.

It's all right, you don't have to do this.

I left her a message.

Mum is dead.

She's on holiday. When is Mum coming home?

Darren, look at me.

She's never coming back.

Mum is in heaven.

Oh, I know it doesn't taste particularly nice,

but you do need to try and get it all down, if you can.

Yeah?

That's it, nearly there.

No... Uh.

Mrs Barnes, your husband is stabilising and his BP is

slowly improving.

Can I see him?

In a short while, yes.

I managed to locate your husband's medical records and I can see

a history of angina, atrial fibrillation,

high blood pressure and multiple heart attacks.

It isn't just that.

You need to understand...

Understand what?

Why we did it.

And I hope you understand that the pills he's taken,

in such large quantities, may have caused some serious damage.

You're very lucky to have vomited when you did.

What happened in the car, Nina?

It's very important we know.

They were going to take him away from me, split us up.

Who was?

They were going to put him in a home.

-So you gave him the pills?

-Dr Chao.

It's what he wanted. What WE wanted.

We wanted to go together.

Oh, all right, all right. That's better, yeah?

SHE COUGHS

OK.

Hey, this was in the back of Nina and Clive's car,

it's some old photos and stuff.

I thought she might want it with her.

That's really thoughtful of you.

-Maybe leave it with reception for now?

-OK.

How are they?

The husband is critical but stable.

The wife is, by her own admission, culpable.

Culpable, how?

She plied herself and her husband with pills

so they could die together.

That's not the answer, there's help out there.

She didn't have to do that.

It is assisted suicide, and it is illegal.

-Wait, you're not thinking of...?

-The police will have to be informed.

Whoa, whoa, Lily...

Lily, slow down. You need to think about this.

Remember what happened last time you jumped the gun with Gemma?

OK, that woman don't deserve to be carted off like some criminal.

I don't make the rules.

No, I get that. But this isn't a criminal matter, is it?

Any decent human being can see that.

Lily, please do not do that.

What you're asking of me is impossible. Rules are rules.

Fine, fine. Rules are rules, but it's like...

Like what?

-It's like you don't even care.

-I am just doing my job.

-So am I.

-It's a very different job.

Look, I'm just trying to say you wouldn't understand.

No, you're right. I don't understand.

-You're twisting my words.

-I've got to get back to work.

SHE SIGHS

Impressive CV, Dr Keogh.

Perhaps you'd like to talk me through it?

Talk you through it? Yeah, OK.

Nursery. Pre-school. School.

Medical school.

Junior doctor. Registrar. Consultant.

Mm-hm. Anything you'd like to add?

Very good consultant?

You know, it's almost like you want me to pass you over,

and I'm just wondering exactly why you're so intent on self-sabotage.

My job is to help patients, isn't it? To save lives.

If I wasn't able to do that with Cal, what am I even doing here?

Was there anything else?

No.

-I'm sorry to have been such a nuisance.

-Oh!

Nonsense. Worse things have happened at sea, eh?

How long have you been married?

Well, quite recently, actually.

Like you, I got lucky, I married my best friend.

-How many years have you and Clive...?

-60 years.

Gosh! So that must be...

1957 we tied the knot.

Though we had been courting for quite some time.

I was just a girl when we met.

That all sounds rather romantic to me.

I don't think you can call a two-up-two-down romantic

these days, but maybe it was back then.

We haven't spent more than one night apart from each other -

not in all those years.

Do you and your husband have children?

Four boys. Three, from my first marriage.

Two halfway around the world now.

Mrs Barnes, you can go and see your husband now.

Can you tell them that I'm sorry for what I did?

But it is what we wanted...

Please, Nina, try not to worry.

The police will ask a few questions, that's all.

Belt and braces stuff.

-I'm not a criminal...

-I know.

When I spoke to them, I stressed the personal circumstances.

As Sister Duffin says, it's...it's procedure.

-You can take Mrs Barnes through now.

-OK.

Hey. You haven't seen my keys, have you?

Actually, yeah. I found them earlier.

-You must have dropped them or something.

-Thank you.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm going to head home, I think.

I'll call you later.

Charlie? You have to see this.

Take your time.

Clive?

What have I done?

This isn't your fault.

That's not what they seem to think.

The police want to talk to me.

I've already said goodbye to you once,

I don't want to have to do it again.

That's enough of that now.

You remember the good times, do you hear me?

You remember the laughter.

And the love.

And your two left feet.

He used to take me dancing.

He was a terrible dancer.

He only came for the whisky.

I came for you!

I love you, Nina.

I love you too, Clive.

-MACHINE BEEPS WORRIEDLY:

-Doctor?

He's much more bradycardic.

Let's.. Dr Keogh, a hand, please?

Let's increase O2, fluid rate

and let's give him another 1.2mgs of atropine.

Clive!

Shall I repeat the 12 lead?

BP is through the floor.

Let's intubate.

Clive!

What if he does something stupid?

Ethan's grieving, people do strange things.

But he's not dangerous.

So what do I do?

Just be there for him. That's all any of us can do.

Count to ten. Close my eyes...

I need to close my eyes.

Look, Darren, let's not play around any more, eh?

Close my eyes...

Do you want to try and take a seat for me over here?

You OK?

Darren?

Charlie...

-Yes.

-He's...

Darren? Are you all right?

I don't feel good.

No, you're looking very pale.

Right, let's get you checked over.

-You got breath sounds?

-Yes.

That's a start, anyway.

He is in complete heart block, though,

-he's not responding to the atropine.

-Let's try externally pacing him.

OK.

Can you please detail a time when a new and different approach

proved beneficial to your patient?

What did you do and what was the outcome?

Would you care to venture an answer?

-Are we really doing this?

-Sorry, I don't quite follow.

You know exactly what I'm capable of.

Hm.

There are questions I need to ask.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?

This is about funding, budgets, and a big black,

gaping hole in the middle of the NHS, Connie.

It's not about you and me.

Really? Cos you could have fooled me.

And why were you interviewing Dr Chao?

I believe she is capable.

-Dr Chao is...

-Is what, Connie? Your creation?

Little miniature Connie walking around,

clicking those heels? Oh, come on.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry, to interrupt. Mrs Beauchamp, you're needed in resus.

No, absolutely not! Connie, I've had just about enough of your games.

Connie!

Close your eyes and count to ten.

Darren, it's very important that you listen to me.

What's happened here?

Well, Darren has got abdo pains, he seems confused,

but there's no obvious signs of injury.

OK, let's check his BM,

put out some IV fluids and find out what the hell is going on.

This look like a game to you?

Where's the brother gone?

-Let's set it to 70.

-OK.

It's not pacing, let's increase the current.

There, pacing spikes.

Please... Give him some dignity.

This is reversible, Mrs Barnes.

I know it's hard, but we are doing what's best for the patient.

That patient is my husband.

The doctors need to do their job.

He doesn't want this! He doesn't want it!

No - he's arrested.

-Commencing CPR.

-OK.

Please stop, I'm begging you!

Nina, without any clear indication of his wishes,

we are obliged to keep going.

-BONE CRACKS

-Ah!

Lee, it is Sam Strachan at Holby City.

Look, your brother is really quite unwell.

And I also gather you are awaiting a theatre slot,

so you need to get back to the Holby ED as soon as you get this.

I just don't get it, I mean, the BM is fine.

Possibly he's taken something.

Yeah. Darren, have you taken anything?

I want my brother. I want Lee.

OK...

-FORCEFULLY:

-Move!

-Waste of space...

-Hey, don't speak to me like that.

I can talk to you how I like. I have a patient that needs my help.

-Show some respect.

-Some respect?

You push a pen and wield an axe.

Mr Strachan, you are not fit for purpose.

Do I actually need to remind you that I am your medical director?

Then behave like one because from where I stand,

the NHS, this hospital, my department -

it all runs not because of people like you

but despite people like you.

STEADY BEEP SOUNDS

-No output.

-OK, more adrenaline, please. Recommencing.

No!

You're hurting him!

SHE SIGHS

Lily, Lily, he's asystolic. There is no BP, there is no output.

Do we all agree?

Time of death.

16.25.

SHE SOBS

-SOFTLY:

-It's all right, Nina.

Ah, Dr Chao, what do you want me to do with this?

Iain left it.

Everything OK?

Lily?

Could you help me with something, please?

CAR DOORS LOCK

Lee, I know you're in there. Open the door!

Lee, your brother's taken something, we need to know what it is.

Lee!

Lee, listen to me,

I know what you were doing in that factory.

You were stripping cables to buy food.

I know you're doing everything you can for him. I know that.

But you don't need to do this all by yourself.

I have a daughter, Grace.

She suffered a brain injury.

I look after her.

But I can't do it by myself.

I need people around me.

There are people who can help you. Both of you.

You just need to say the word.

Lee, please, do not give up on him now.

He's better off without me.

I don't think Darren sees it like that.

Now, look, you really need to think -

have you got anything in your cupboards?

Chemicals, bleach? Anything like that?

-Um...

-Can I?

Yeah.

Nah, there's nothing here.

Well, let's just see anyway.

He wouldn't have drunk bleach anyway, he's not stupid.

Yeah, well...

So, who do I ask, then? For help?

Well, I will personally put you in touch.

I want Lee...

HE RETCHES

Oh, no, no, no...

Oh, Darren... No, no, no. Let's get a bowl, quick.

Oh, Darren, what are you doing to us?

PHONE RINGS

HE MUMBLES

Oh, Darren...

-That's Sam.

-Oh, ignore it.

-It might be important.

-No, he always thinks he's important.

Text from Sam, it's anti-freeze.

All right, IV - fomepizole.

All right, Darren, we are going to sort you out.

RAPID KNOCKING

What are you doing?

He's got away with murder, Alicia.

What do you think is going to happen?

You think Scott is going to do

a drug deal out here on the street or...

..stab someone else right in front of you?

I don't know, but I need to do something.

And this is all I can think to do.

-Ethan.

-What?

-Let me in, I'm bloody freezing.

MUSIC: It Had To Be You

SHE BLOWS DUST OFF

# For nobody else gave me a thrill

# With all your faults, I love you still

# It had to be you

# Wonderful you

# It had to be you. #

Iain.

I don't want to argue.

Then don't.

I didn't have a choice. I had to follow procedure.

Yeah, you're right. Rules are rules, aren't they?

It's just that, what with me being a caveman and all,

I can't seem to get my head around

the ins and outs of your ethical obligations.

Who said you were a caveman?

-You did.

-I didn't say that.

Yeah, you did. That's what you insinuated.

In my interview,

Mr Strachan asked where I see myself in ten years,

and I didn't know how to answer.

Because...

..the older I get, the more I realise life doesn't run on plans.

Even the best laid ones.

People come into your life and it changes things.

I don't know what this is, or where we are going.

But I want to find out.

The question is - do you?

Whatever you have to say, just say it. There's obviously an issue here.

OK.

This morning, when I told you I wish I'd tried harder at school...

..that's about as close to opening up as you're going to get from me.

And at the first opportunity, you make me feel like a thick

little kid, by telling me that I couldn't possibly understand.

-Do you expect me to...?

-I expect some compassion, Lily!

And at the end of the day, you did.

You made me feel about this big.

OK? And another thing,

don't think I didn't see you clock Mr Strachan

before you promptly towed the party line

-and threw that woman under the bus.

-I did no such thing.

-You did

what was right for your career.

You always do.

I thought you were different, Iain.

But you are just as insecure as the next man.

Your intellect, or lack thereof, is not my responsibility.

-So shame on you!

-Hang on a minute, shame on me?

Shame on you!

I'm not insecure, Lily.

I might not be a match for your intellectual standards,

but at least I've got standards.

At least I've got morals. What you did to that woman was totally unforgiveable.

-What I did was right!

-You're hollow.

And you're heartless.

Wait, wait, I didn't mean that.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. So am I.

HE SIGHS

Lee?

Right, young man, we still need to look at that arm.

Just...give him a minute.

I didn't know it was bad to drink.

I was thirsty...

This isn't your fault.

How is he?

We got the antidote to him before he deteriorated.

We have a few follow-up tests to do, but with a fair wind,

he should make a full recovery.

OK?

I should have taken better care of you, mate.

Lee, I've seen a lot of people mistakenly drink anti-freeze

in my time. It's not so unusual.

You shouldn't blame yourself for this.

I'm sorry, Darren.

I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you, mate.

You've always been there for me. I can't get rid of you.

Are you sad because Mum went to heaven?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I am.

It's OK to be sad.

I'll look after you.

Come here.

Max! Max! Wait!

"A starter of tempura prawns.

"A main course of lamb korma followed by Angel Delight

"and an ice-cold Dandelion and Burdock."

-Spent a lot of time on that!

-OK.

Oh, sorry, I didn't...

You didn't.

Ran out of clean shirts.

So, when should we expect the decision?

I've already made it.

You win.

-Meaning?

-Meaning - I've come up with a financial solution that I

believe will satisfy the board whilst also saving jobs

-on the shop floor.

-Good. Glad to hear it.

Did you want to stay while I take off my trousers, too?

Henrik Hanssen, please.

No, I'll leave a message.

Henrik, it's Sam.

It's with regret that I resign from my post as medical director

with immediate effect.

I'm sure we'll speak soon.