Too Much Love Will Kill You Casualty

-Cancer. Stage four.

-You're having a birthday party?

Sorry, yeah, I know you're not invited but I just presume

-you wouldn't want to go.

-Why not?

-It's a fancy dress party.

You know how it feels to suspect that your mind is letting you down

and your memory...

You know nothing about it.

I have Huntington's.

Go back to your oncologist and say you'll try whatever they can offer.

I told you, there's no point.

This is the point! I'm the point!

You told me you were grabbing every opportunity.

I've always wanted to go to Euro Disney.

-Is your name Ariel? Cos we

-mer-maid

-for each other!

Do you think I've got enough?

How many are you expecting?

Um...about 20?

Thousand?

Anyway, didn't you say you'd put Glen on a diet?

Yeah, but his mates are big lads and I don't want them to go hungry.

That was the problem in France, you see. Tiny portions.

Hey, look, I don't want us to be awkward or anything.

You know, you know, with any... expectations, or...

-Expectations?

-Yeah.

It was just a bit of fun, Cal.

-I'm not looking for a repeat or anything.

-Really?

Ta-dah!

Right, Louise, when that door opens, I need there to be fireworks.

This has to be the best moment of his entire life.

Great. No pressure then.

Hope he says yes after all of this.

Robyn, I think if you're proposing in front of his friends,

you know what the answer's going to be.

-Where is he, anyway?

-Um, he's just watching the rugby.

Take care then.

Mr Thomas?

Sorry about the wait.

Oh, it's fine... I've got all the time in the world, innit?

No, don't move it. That's just right.

-Yeah?

-Yeah, perfect.

-All right.

-Shame about the spelling mistake.

-What?

Yeah, you almost had me there, Charlie!

One of these days.

Pamela Brookes. Could you tell me where she is, please?

Er, excuse me sir, I'm just dealing with this gentleman.

Sorry. I got a call saying she was being brought here.

-It sounded pretty bad.

-Sorry... Um... Pamela...?

Brookes.

Um... No, there's no-one under that name, I'm afraid.

Look, she's got to be here. She phoned over half an hour ago.

OK, if you bear with me, I'll have a word with one of my colleagues.

In the meantime, can I just deal with this gentleman first?

Yeah, it was all right.

All right?

Yeah it'd get...six out of ten?

A six? An eight, maybe.

Definitely a six.

I'm hardly a six!

Now that it's now official, Clinical Nurse Manager Jacob Masters...

still can't get my head around that. Ta-dah!

Ah, you shouldn't have.

Can I call you Matron now? Cor, your dad would love that.

Very funny. Hey...

Thank you.

SHE LAUGHS

That jumper, what was I thinking?

-Yeah, well, it was better than your luminous pink one.

-Yes.

It's crazy, isn't it?

What? That those two kids are now running this place?

Yeah, it's crazy.

Jacob.

There's a bariatric patient on her way in.

There was no bariatric ambulance available, unfortunately,

so the boys had to carry her into the ambulance on a vacuum mattress.

Vacuum mattress? How big is she?

They reckon 30st plus.

Obviously they needed help to get her into the ambulance, so...

-They need help getting her out?

-Exactly.

So you thought you'd come to Holby's answer to Hercules.

Well, I wouldn't have put it quite like that but...

better than Ethan and me, don't you think?

-Of course I will, Charlie.

-Thanks. Cool.

-GROANING

-Is the pain getting worse?

Iain? I've already given her five of morphine.

Can I give her any more?

Five? Are you joking? She can have at least 15.

Give her another ten.

OK, of course...

I'm going to give you some more morphine now, all right?

And this, hopefully, is going to ease the pain for you, OK?

-Angel?

-Yeah?

-You must listen to what your dad says.

I know. I have to listen to Dad. Do whatever he tells me.

I...need you...to do what he...tells you to...to do.

I will. As long as he doesn't make me wash Bob again.

-Who's Bob?

-The dog.

-SHE GROANS

-Mum! Mum! What's happening to her?

It's all right.

I need to help your mum more with her breathing. That's all.

Open your mouth for me, please.

SIREN

AMBULANCE ACCELERATES

What do you think? Too much?

No, but... How did you afford that?

-It was only £25...

-Really?

-..a month, for two years.

Sometimes you've got to go all out.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

-I take it that wasn't Glen.

-Two for one on pizzas.

He should have answered me by now. I've sent him loads of messages.

You only saw him this morning.

Max, you don't understand how sick he gets.

I just want to make sure he's all right.

Hi, Glen, um... Can you answer my messages?

I'm starting to get a bit worried.

War And Peace has got nothing on our Robyn.

She must be an exemplary nurse.

Ah, she's all right.

I've downgraded her from amazing, cos she's put me on a diet.

Says it'll shrink the tumour.

We medics, we're not always the easiest of bedfellows.

Mmmm...I'm not sure about that.

Asking your fella to record his bowel movements

adds a certain something to a relationship.

I'd have thought she'd have been here?

Yeah. I told her it was next week.

I wanted to find out before her.

Get the champagne on ice, you know. And besides, she's...

she's busy with my bucket list and...

Well, we were thinking of getting a couple of tickets to the World Cup.

I should be all right for that, it's only in a couple of years.

Glen...

How can anyone let themselves get to that weight?

Do you know what I mean?

-ELLE GASPS

-Jacob Masters, how could you?

You should have seen him when he was a kid, Max.

The only time he went to the gym was for the protein bars.

-You were never...

-What? A fat kid?

Well, I was going to say overweight.

Yeah, maybe. Just a little.

That's why we call him Pudding.

Don't go saying anything you might regret...Pancake.

He used to get two puddings at school, push them together,

cover them with custard, only get charged for one.

-Brilliant!

-Whereas you were called Pancake because...

All right, all right.

I was a late developer.

-Is that for Pam Brookes?

-Yeah.

The guy at the desk said you were expecting her.

He just didn't say where.

-And you are?

-Her husband.

All right. Um... OK, follow us, please.

SIREN

BEEPING

-We're treating her for a heart attack.

-I thought it was

-just angina.

-Daddy!

You all right, baby. Hey, Mummy's going to be fine. You hear me?

She's going to be fine. Aren't you, love?

I'm sorry, Mr Brookes,

-but we really need to get your wife out of the ambulance.

-Sorry.

OK, one on all four corners, two in the middle, please.

-Let me help you.

-OK, grab that corner.

And we'll have her out on my count to three.

One, two, three...

And again. One, two, three...

Nice and gently, there we go.

Promise me...you won't let her turn out like this.

Hey, stop it. Stop talking like that. You're not going anywhere.

Now put your mask back on.

-Don't take any notice.

-What are you gawping at?

-LONG BEEP Right, we've lost pulse!

-No!

We need to get her to HDC.

We have a major RTC in resus. Let's go, come on!

Yes, yes, I know it's one of my weaknesses.

It was brought up in my appraisal.

Well, then it needs to be addressed.

Assertiveness is not the same thing as rudeness, David. Am I rude?

-Er...

-The correct answer is yes. But I'm always assertive.

Huh? So the next time you want something done you just say so,

and you don't take no for an answer. Agreed?

Agreed.

Grab his head!

-OK. All right.

-Nurse, can we get a porter and a trolley, please?

Don't just stand there! A porter and a trolley!

-Right...

-Unbelievable!

-Right, OK.

-All right, all right... All right... All right...

Come on, Pam. Come on, show me some fight! Come on. You can do this!

He's hurting her.

He has to get to her heart.

He needs to do that.

What happened?

She arrested outside.

Pamela Brookes, aged 45. History of unstable angina.

Three hours of chest pain not relieved by GTN.

ECG on scene showed a very large anterior MI with changes throughout.

She's had 300 of aspirin and 15 of morphine.

One cycle of CPR given.

-Thanks. Do you need to swap, Jacob?

-No, no. I'm good.

Why don't I take the daughter to the rellies' room?

Thanks, Charlie. OK, stop.

-BEEPING

-She's in VF. Increasing the joules.

Charging. Clear.

-Clear.

-Clear.

Shocking.

No response. Two more minutes of CPR, please.

Jacob, you sure you don't need to swap?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm good. I'm good.

Oh...

What's so funny?

Look at that! Check out his hair!

Oh, wow. Oh. I never thought I'd see a fat Jacob.

And then again, I never thought I'd see Lily dressed as a hooker.

-So funny.

-Am I?

Yeah. Have a gold star. Maybe that'll shut you up.

RINGING TONE

Ah, good. Someone's already called you!

OK, he'll be more susceptible to an intracranial bleed

so let's send him for bloods and a CT. OK?

Glen! Glen! Why's he not answering?

He's postictal, Robyn. He had a seizure upstairs.

A seizure? What's happened to his head?

Well, he banged it on the floor.

I don't understand. He was supposed to be at the rugby.

Well, maybe he was looking for you.

I knew it. I knew something was wrong.

Alicia?

I don't suppose you've seen Lily, have you?

Er...no, I haven't. She mustn't be in.

Maybe she's ill or something.

Right. Well, it must be her first day off ever.

So if she is, I'm guessing something,

or someone, made her feel really sick.

-Iain, come on, I didn't mean to...

-Make her feel look a laughing stock?

If you've got something to say, just say it to her, yeah?

You're a cruel man.

BEEPING

Stop CPR, please.

She's been down for 40 minutes, in and out of VF,

now she's in asystole. No response to any resus intervention.

Jacob, this woman...

Pamela Brookes.

..Pamela Brookes has been asystolic for 20 minutes.

We've done all we can.

-Just one more round. One more round, come on.

-No. Stop. Stop!

Asystolic for 20 minutes. Now we're doing harm.

You need to let her go.

HE SIGHS

Pamela Brookes.

Time of death, 15:56.

Lily, if you want a grovelling apology, I'll do it, OK?

Just not over the phone.

Do you know how she described it?

All right. I mean, what an insult.

Cal, I'm your brother. So, I...

I'd really, prefer not to hear about your exploits.

Have you seen Mr Black's file anywhere?

Oh.

Yeah. Is that it?

Yes. Thank you.

Nibbles... You all right?

Yes. I'm... I'm very busy.

Right. Well, let me take something off your hands. How about...

Mr Kelly?

-Er, yeah, OK.

-Cool, where is he?

Bay nine. Faecal impaction.

How am I supposed to tell her?

I lied.

I just promised her her mum would be fine.

She'll understand.

We'll do this together.

You're not alone.

Dad!

Is she awake? Can I see her?

-She, um...

-Dad?...

She...

I can't...

I can't...

Ah... Ah!

Glen, what was that?

Don't come in.

-You're not getting out of bed, are you?

-I...

Just, um...get me some paper towels.

Why?

-Ah, no, Robyn, I said don't come in!

-Charlie!

-Oh!

Charlie. There's blood... There's blood in his urine.

-It's not blood.

-Glen, it's red.

It's beetroot! It's just beetroot.

Right, can you see what your flaming diet's done?

I'll get a mop.

Babe...

I hate to be a food Nazi but, we've got to do everything we can

to stop this tumour from growing.

It's too late.

No, you... You don't know that...

What did the oncologist say?

It's all right, I know you've been. I've seen the letter.

Glen, what did he say?

It's grown.

I... I've got months, Robyn.

Not years, months.

No.

No, it... It can't be... They've got it wrong.

They...they must have got it wrong.

I told Angel.

Though it hasn't really...penetrated yet.

Huh?

Eli, she could really do with her dad.

They can't know. Not really.

People are coming in here and surprising us all the time.

-Aren't they, Charlie?

-What I think is...

I think the two of you need time alone.

Look, if they're going to paint the worst case scenario,

all the more reason to stick to what we planned.

No! No more diets.

This is just the tumour talking.

We knew you were going to have moods like this.

People are never themselves after a seizure.

Robyn, I'm not just a bunch of symptoms.

You know I don't think of you like that.

Then listen. Please.

I need to laugh, and not argue.

And I need to drink and eat.

And you can do all of those things.

It's just about being sensible.

I don't want to be sensible! I just want to be by myself.

What? What are you talking about?

We're supposed to be going out later.

-You know, we can still...

-Robyn, I'm not going out.

Right? Go home.

I need space if this is going to work.

If?

OK...

Space. I can do that.

-If that's what you want.

-Yeah.

And what kind of a father am I?

Letting a complete stranger tell her that her mother's died?

Come on, don't beat yourself up. You're grieving too, remember?

-Yeah. No!

-Ah!

Hey! What are you doing?

Angel?

Hey, Angel, listen. I need you to stay calm and come with me, OK?

-Angel, I'm so sorry...

-All right?

Your mum... Well, she just died of that poison....

-Go away!

-Angel...

Leave me alone, I hate you!

Best to give her some space, yeah? Let her calm down.

Nice and calm. We'll get you patched up, OK?

Hey. We have got a nasty laceration.

-Hi, sweetie, I'm Dr Gardner. Can I have a look?

-It hurts.

I'm sure it does. That is going to need a stitch kit.

Bay four, please.

Jacob, what happened?

Ah, it was an accident.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

PARTY HORNS

-ALL:

-Surprise!

Where is he?

-Robyn?

-Um...

He's um...

Dr Keogh...

what you said earlier about telling someone when I need help.

Well, I found this on the floor next to Glen and I was thinking,

perhaps you could, er...speak to him about it?

-I don't think that's really my place.

-Please?

I'm trying to be assertive.

-Oh...

-Thank you. No. Well... Yes...

-Yeah, well.

Oh. How's the pain?

Familiar.

Is this the one where I have to take my watch off?

I can never remember.

Er, no, no, no, that's an MRI scan.

As long as you're not wearing it on your head, everything's fine.

Watches, bracelets. Engagement rings.

She can't know.

It's entirely your prerogative.

I know that if I were suffering from a terminal illness,

I'd want to do it on my own.

Oh. You're a real ray of sunshine, you.

Well, I've made the decision to not share my life.

If you want to shuffle across and pop your head in the end there

for me, please.

So you know what she's like?

Yeah. She's a chatterbox. She's positive. She's perky.

She's devoted. She's loyal.

Fine, you can ask her to be my widow then.

Glen. Robyn is a nurse.

An overbearing one at times, I will admit,

but nonetheless, a good nurse.

And coping is her default.

What's the point for a few months?

Well, legal rights, financial benefits... But mainly because...

Well, I dare say Robyn's been planning her wedding

since she was in the womb.

-But, you know, if that doesn't matter to you then...

-Wait!

I... I need to call her.

Yeah, no... Not, right now. Let's have the scan first.

Yeah? There are people waiting to use the machine.

Forget it. Look, I'm dying anyway.

No, no, no, you need to have the scan.

Stay where you are. I tell you what, I'll call her. Yeah?

No, I'll... I'll send her a text. Will that appease you?

Yeah.

Right. On there, please.

Lily's still not picking up.

Maybe she just doesn't want to talk right now.

I think I've offended your brother as well.

-I said he was like...

-Yes, I heard what you said.

Sorry, I've a patient to attend to.

You see? Same beautiful girl as before.

And brave. I've seen grown men in tears having stitches.

Although you are allowed to cry if you want to.

-We won't tell anyone, I promise.

-Not at all.

Angel... Has anything like this ever happened before?

Accidentally, I mean. Cos we all have accidents, don't we?

Angel, your dad didn't mean to hurt you.

He was just being a little too...over-protective.

Is he often overprotective?

In what way?

-It's all right, beautiful...

-Stop calling me beautiful.

I'm fat. Fat and ugly, and I'm going to die.

He told me his appointment was next week.

Some support I am.

Come on. Look at what you did for him.

-I knew. That's why I arranged it all so quick.

-What?

He's been going downhill - fast.

And I didn't want to believe it.

And now I've pushed him away.

You haven't. He just needs space to get his head round things.

It's not that, it's me.

I drive people crazy.

And when I love someone, I'm like a koala round a tree.

-I can't let go.

-That's a good thing.

No. No, it's not. Why am I like this, Louise?

Why do I suffocate people?

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

What are you doing?

You really want to change?

-Then it starts now.

-What?

Read it later. You are always at everyone's beck and call.

You need to give some time to you.

What if it's important?

Well, if it is, he wanted space. Now you're giving it to him.

I'm going to make a referral to a child psychologist.

-Good idea.

-And social services.

-Social services?

-Yep.

I think both daughter and father need professional help.

Agreed. But the man just watched his wife die.

-Exactly.

-Let me speak to him first.

Whoa, whoa, Jacob. This is complex.

He doesn't just need a pep talk.

What, meaning I'm not up to the job?

Meaning he needs ongoing assistance.

Why, don't you think he's suffered enough for one day?

OK. I'm acting Clinical Lead, so...

So my opinion is now beneath you?

-Ultimately,

-I'm

-responsible. Just trying to be professional here.

Jacob!

-LAUGHTER

-Looking good, man!

Yeah. I can see you're all about being professional.

We're just having a laugh. It's a funny picture.

'It's just a couple more minutes now, Glen,

'so if you can keep nice and still for me, please.'

See here... Extradural haematoma.

VOMITING

-'Have you been sick in there, Glen?'

-Yeah.

Right, let's get him out.

I just seen you there and I...

I imagined your mum.

Listen, you know I'd never hurt you on purpose, but...

..I just feel that if someone had been there for her at your age...

..she would probably still be here now.

Come on, Angel, please.

We've got to stay together, yeah?

You know I'm the Clinical Lead's boyfriend.

Do you know how long it's taken me to build respect?

Jacob! It's just a photo.

Yeah. Lighten up, Pudding!

Ain't you got a faecal impaction to do?

Yes, but this is way more fun.

See, it's not just the photos though, is it?

It's the nicknames, the stories.

I'm not here to be made a fool of.

Well, that wasn't my intention.

Handmade cards, they tend to take a bit of time to put together.

Usually means someone's made an effort...Pudding.

Listen, the fat in chocolate. It builds up around your heart...

clogs your arteries and it just poisons you from the inside.

Now, we have to remember you've got the same fat gene as your mum...

So we have to make sure that what happened to her, never, ever

happens to you.

Hey, besides, we made a promise to her.

Mr Brookes. Can I have a word, please?

Right, when I get back from the loo, we're going back to mine.

No arguments. Yeah?

Do not tell me my daughter is not in danger when her mum has just died.

Eli, your wife was 35st.

And she had a history of cardiovascular issues.

And you think that happens overnight?

First you gain a few pounds.

Then the bullying starts. Then...

Angel... Angel has your genes as well as her mum's.

My genes?

You want to see my genes?

That is what happens

when you leave it too late.

That is what happens when you have to lose 20st.

Eli, right now, Angel is a young, healthy girl.

But the words you're using, they could really damage her.

-What? As bad as that?

-Yes.

Your lovely daughter, she believes she's repulsive.

-No, she doesn't.

-Yes, she does.

Which is why I've referred her to a child psychologist.

-I've also phoned social services, they...

-Social services?

-Yes.

-I have a duty of care, and I believe it is in both your interests.

-No!

No. You can't do this.

Eli, please. Try and stay calm.

You're trying to take her away from me.

-Now, come on, that's not true, Eli.

-Eli... Eli...

Where have you taken her?

No-one's taken her anywhere. I'm sure she's not...

-Well, where is she then?

-Well... I...

-You can't do this...

-Eli, she...

CRASH

You can't take her away from me.

Oh, OK.

That's fantastic. Yeah, we can take him straight up.

Does Robyn know?

She'll be here soon enough.

-So you've told her?

-Um... No.

HE MURMURS

This isn't good, is it?

No. No, I'm afraid it's not.

ELECTRICAL FAILURE

Oh, come on. They said they'd fixed this.

Oh, please, come on, not today. Not today.

Perhaps, we should just...

Is that working? No?

-SHOUTING:

-Come on!

Hello?

Charlie, there's someone stuck in the lift again.

Yeah? I'll try the intercom and then get through to maintenance.

Hello? Who is that, please?

Hello, Dylan.

Right. Er, just hang on a minute.

Elle? Jacob? Angel's in one of the toilet cubicles.

-She's not answering.

-What?

-Go! We'll handle this.

-You sure?

Yes, I've been here 30 years, I can manage a busted lift.

-Just go.

-Thanks, Charlie.

All right, Dylan, I'm going to put you on speaker.

'We've got Glen with us and we need to get him to neuro immediately.

'He's in a bad way.'

All right, Dylan.

Try and keep your cool, I'm going to get on to maintenance and see

how fast they can get here, all right?

-Angel?

-Angel! Angel!

Well?

Have you got a coin?

-Here.

-Thanks. Get me a trolley.

-Angel!

-Eli!

OK, I've got a pulse.

Lift. One, two three... Go.

What's wrong?

What's happening?

Ah...

Come on, Glen, stay with me.

'Listen to Dr Keogh, babe.'

-Robyn...

-'That's right. It's me, I'm here.'

-You need to stay awake, all right?

-Oh... Oh...

'OK, thank you.' Dylan, I've just come off the phone to maintenance.

They're saying it's going to be at least half an hour before

'they can get an engineer to us.'

Half an hour? Where's he coming from, Tibet?

I know, I know. It's ridiculous.

Half an hour and this man will die.

So, I'm going to get a member of staff to go online and find someone

who can get here quicker.

Dr Keogh, we've got to get him out of here.

Yeah, thank you for that.

Guys? Why's he gone quiet?

OK. He's stopped breathing.

Yeah, left pupil's blown. Let's bag him now, please.

The pupil. What does that mean?

We don't have much time. Max, pillow.

You need to relieve the pressure... What about a burr hole?

If we can get the doors open...

and then we can get the kit down to you.

I think a burr hole is a little ambitious in a lift, Robyn.

It's the only chance he's got.

A burr hole isn't going to cure him.

But it could buy more time.

OK, fine. But we will need the kit, we'll need suction, the CT scans,

gloves, torch, the lot.

And we need it now, OK?

Angel! Angel, sweetheart, it's all right. Daddy's here.

Angel, what have you taken?

Chocolate. You were right.

This has got nothing to do with the chocolate, Angel.

Anything else. Any tablets? Medication?

No. I don't want to go here! I don't want to go in here!

Angel, Angel, I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you

-ever again.

-Pulse 160.

I found these in the bin. There's no name on them.

Angel, is this what you've taken? Where did you get this from?

I really need to know what they are.

They're good for me. They help my heart.

-What do you mean help your heart?

-They burn off fat.

-Did you give them to her? Are they yours?

-No, of course I didn't.

She must have taken them out of my jacket pocket.

-How many have you taken?

-Ten.

Oh... What have I done?

OK. Pulse 180. We're in SVT.

Jacob, once Alicia has a line in

draw up three milligrams of adenosine

-and a ten mill flush to start with.

-OK.

Angel. Angel, look at me. I need to give you an injection.

You will feel a heavy pain in your chest.

We're still in 180!

I have given this drug, many, many times. It's just a sensation.

-No!

-Listen. It will...

-No, I don't want it!

-It will pass.

-I don't want to die!

It's to make you feel better, OK?

They said that in the ambulance!

Angel, your mum...

She was really unwell.

You are not the same as her.

I was wrong to say that.

OK, pulse is still raising.

OK. We need to do this now.

-Angel, please, let Dr Gardner give you the medicine.

-Mmm...

Angel, trust me. Please? Good girl.

Easy, easy! Nice and slow.

Have you got it?

Have you got it?

-All right, got it!

-Yeah, he's got it!

Max, take this. And that.

Yep.

A tube on the other end. Here.

-OK, when it comes to it, David, I want you holding the head.

-Yes.

Got to be perfectly still. Max, you're on torch duty, OK?

-OK. Torch, got it.

-'Yeah?'

And I'll need you to hold up the tablet so I can see what I'm doing.

OK, is this me?

Yes, and it goes on the end of the tube in front of you.

And when you've done that can you take over from me, please?

-OK.

-'Can we swap over?'

Are you, um...

Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine.

OK, that's great, thank you.

OK, I need this lift to be kept perfectly still until I've finished.

Is that understood?

'Yeah. Understood, Dylan.'

Glen, babe... I want you to know that I got your message.

And the answer's yeah. I will marry you.

So I'm going to be Mrs Thomas!

What do you think about that, eh?

-There we go, there we go.

-What's that?

Blood. It's very difficult to see where it's coming from.

What's happening?

Now. I need to concentrate please, Robyn! Could you...

Thank you.

LINE GOES DEAD

No... Dylan, what's happening? Why is it not working?

Why has he cut me off?

No, no, no, no. We need to stop.

I should have located it by now.

Pupil's still blown. You'll have to go deeper.

If I go any deeper, there's a danger I'm going to perforate the brain.

That was always the risk.

Any delay and he might die. That's what you said. Go deeper.

Go again. And I'm not taking no for an answer.

The other drill head then, please.

FAST BEEPING

SLOW BEEPING

Back in sinus rhythm.

Rate's settling nicely. Well done, sweetie.

Thank you.

Hey! Hey, hello sweetheart.

You are the most beautiful thing on this earth.

-And you must never think otherwise.

-Elle, There's a social worker

-waiting to talk to you in reception.

-Thank you, Cal.

-OK.

Why are they still not answering?

Come on, now. Worrying doesn't help.

They're good at what they do, and they know what they're doing.

OK. OK, I'm in. I can see the haematoma.

Right, suction then, please.

That's it, that's it, Max.

-Yes. Flat to the head, flat to the head.

-Is that it?

That's good.

OK, suction away.

Good.

Well done, Dr Keogh.

I'll tell Robyn.

What happened? Why did you cut me off?

'He did it. He took out the haematoma.'

Thank you. Thank you, Dr Keogh.

'We still need to get him out the lift, Robyn.

'He's got a very, very long way to go.'

Yeah, that was very assertive, David, wasn't it?

-Very assertive indeed.

-Mmm.

POWER RESUMES

OK.

I didn't even know she knew about the tablets.

Eli, kids? They don't miss a thing.

You do know they can cause mood swings, irritability, anxiousness.

I can't blame this on tablets. This is my fault.

Eli, there is no-one that could have come through that unscathed.

But the main thing is that you're facing your demons

and you're moving forward. Do you understand?

Look, we really shouldn't keep social services waiting.

And that is the last of it.

Right, we'll get you cleaned up and I will get you some pain killers.

Dr Chao, did you get my message?

Yes. Along with five missed calls.

Oh. So you've come for your grovelling apology?

-That won't be necessary.

-Oh, fair's fair, you've done your part.

Sorry?

By coming in. After pulling a sickie.

I would never lie about being sick, Dr Monroe.

I was attending a scheduled seminar. Who told you I was ill?

I thought... Well, because you didn't come in and Iain said....

Ah.

He must have been getting me back for last week.

That's still no excuse for him to tarnish my professional reputation.

Ah, no, I think... I think he was just defending you.

You know, maybe he's got a soft spot for you.

Don't be ridiculous.

So... This "all right" business...

No, no, no, you were right.

It really wasn't that great, was it?

What, YOU think it wasn't that great?

You know, I mean...

It was fine, but...

We were both a little bit drunk, and...

I'm sure we could both be a lot better.

'Lift going down...'

From Neuro. Can we get him round there as soon as possible, please?

Glen.

Glen!

Let them have some space, Robyn.

I'll do you a deal, OK?

You get better and you can eat whatever you want!

Pie and chips! I'll make it for you!

Ah, Robyn? You might want to hang on to that. OK?

Hey, Pancake.

-Check out the A-Team.

-Take it down.

What?

I was stupid.

I should have realised you might be sensitive when it comes to...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, sensitive?

No, man, I'm not sensitive.

I just don't want everybody here knowing everything about my past.

OK.

You were right...

..about social services.

Look, you run the department your way.

Your instincts are right.

True, always have been.

-Thanks.

-"Thanks". ELLE LAUGHS

You know what?

I think between the two of us, we've got this place covered.

I think you're right, Clinical Nurse Manager.

Mmm... I think you're right, Clinical Lead - acting.

You sure you want to leave that there?

Yeah. Yeah, it's grown on me.

Besides, if I didn't start off with a body like that,

then I wouldn't look this hot today.

Ugh, I cannot believe you just said that.

-What?

-You were so much cuter back then.

Ooh, I think you're lying. You lying...

LAUGHTER

All of your mates were there.

There was music and photos.

Battenberg, of course.

It was perfect.

I wish you could have seen it.

Anyway...

I was thinking, I'm going to have to get a divorce.

That 11-year-old I married.

I don't want you marrying a bigamist now, do I?

Here's me doing that flaming koala grip again.

It's OK, babe.

You just rest, love.

I've got you.

I've got you.