Episode 19 Casualty

-You're not in school today.

-Sorry!

-Tell me what's going on.

-Promise you won't tell Mum.

-Tell her what?

Mark's not his father, Jacob, you are.

You knew about this from the beginning.

Yes.

I just... I don't know what I'm doing.

And suddenly, it's all just falling apart.

I can see you're having a blast!

Yeah, that's right.

You tell her from me, I'm living the dream.

ALARM BEEPS

HE SIGHS

-Sorry.

-Sorry.

Max?

-James?

-This is insane!

I mean, it's been...

A long time.

Yeah, just a bit! How are the hell are you?

I'm good, yeah, I'm good. You're not working here, are you?

No, I'm at St Fabian's. Been there since my first rotation.

Registrar.

Congratulations. That's really great.

What happened to you, dude? One minute you're there, the next...

Kind of a long story.

We missed you, mate. Everyone went lame on me after you left.

So, what are you doing here now?

Looking for my fiancee. She's OK, but she came off her bike.

OK, well, I'll take you to find her.

I'm a porter here.

Oh, right.

I heard that you got married?

Er, Zoe, is it?

Yeah. She lives in America now. It didn't work out.

I'm sorry to hear that.

-It's good to see you, mate.

-Yeah, you too.

DOORBELL RINGS

MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO

# Rollin' in the deep... #

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Hiya, Mum.

Paul. What you doing here?

I missed your birthday, so...

Bought them, did you?

Course.

So, where have you been staying?

Mates, mainly.

-And a hostel.

-Right.

Can I come in for a bit? Have a brew or summat?

I'm in the middle of ironing.

Just half an hour?

I've not been home in ages.

Thought it would be nice to have a chat, like.

Just so we're clear.

During this "chat", are you intending to ask me for money?

No!

Just 20 quid.

Get out!

Good morning, ladies.

Someone's full of the joys. Good holiday, I take it?

You know what they say. What happens on tour stays on tour.

Oh, hashtag lad! So, did you find a Mrs Jacob?

Enough for my very own harem!

Eurgh - gross!

Morning. Jacob, could I have a word?

-I'm a bit snowed under...

-Please?

Well?

You haven't answered any of my calls, or texts, or e-mails.

I, er...

I just wanted to know how to make things right.

Easy - you undo the last 17 years that you lied to me.

I'm sorry. And I know "sorry" doesn't begin to cover it, but...

..I wanted you to know that we will do this, at your pace, your way.

Do what? You think he needs to know?

-You don't?

-No. It's too late for that.

Elle, I'm going to be super clear with you, so you get it.

I want nothing to do with Blake.

But more than that - I want nothing to do with you.

You understand?

-Yes.

-Good.

No, no, no - I need all the figures from the last three months.

It might not be today, but I'll get them to you as soon as I can, OK?

OK, I'm going to call you back. OK?

OK, thanks. Bye.

-What are you doing here?

-Well, that's a nice welcome!

-You called, so I came.

-I didn't expect you to actually...

I've got a conference in Madrid.

I thought I'd make a pit stop. I fly out tonight.

Have you spoken to Max?

No, because I'm here to see you.

On your message, you sounded a bit...

I was tired. I was a bit tired.

What's up?

Well, the long and short of it is that

I trafficked a Sudanese boy into the country.

What?!

Yeah, it's all right. He's OK, I'm OK.

Well, I mean - am I OK?

Zoe!

Hey! I'll keep that there...

Hey! What are you doing here?!

Well, I know you miss me...

So, no sign of a fracture, just a nasty bit of swelling.

How's the pain?

I'm all right, honestly.

Oh, come on, they don't give you a sticker for being brave, Aish.

Were you wearing a helmet?

I've been saying this to her for years.

Too vain about her hair.

Right, some painkillers for you to take home.

And you really need to start wearing a helmet.

Hey, Max, come and meet Aish!

You know each other?

From a long time ago.

Aish, meet a true legend.

All-time reigning champion of the Vodka Luge Challenge...

when he wasn't reading theoretical physics textbooks for fun!

It's nice to meet you, Max.

Hey, we should go for a pint. Are you free this weekend?

-Yeah - that'd be great.

-OK. I'll DM you.

-Cool.

Oh, I'll get this, whilst you finish up with...

-Charlie, was it?

-Yeah.

Um, yeah, hi. No, it's James...

That's a handsome chap.

He's a doctor too, if you're interested.

Ha-ha! If there's any justice, he's hung like a mouse.

So how's America?

Oh, it's fine.

I want all the gossip.

-You found yourself a handsome cowboy?

-No.

Did you bring one back for me, then?

Oh, Louise, you haven't changed, have you? I'll see you later.

So, the radiographer tells me you think you're eight weeks pregnant.

Will the baby be OK?

Any pain or bleeding?

Fingers crossed, you should be fine.

You haven't broken the news to him yet, have you?

I want to save it for his birthday next week.

OK. Bit more interesting than a set of cufflinks!

-Hey.

-Charlie!

Hello, stranger. You look brilliant. How's Michigan?

Freezing! Don't go.

Maybe I won't. How's the job?

Oh, forget that, I want to hear all about you and the wedding

-and Duffy and...

-Who's this Duffy?

Oh, stop it. Can we do coffee later?

-Yeah, of course we can, yes.

-Get me an Americano!

-One sugar.

-One sugar!

-Later.

I'm honestly fine to go into the office.

No way. You'll lie on the sofa all day, eating junk food.

Doctor's orders, and I will be checking up on you.

So make sure you rest up and wear a helmet.

Have a good birthday next week.

Max?

-Do you know, I thought I smelt you earlier.

-Really?

It's that heady cocktail of cigarettes and Chanel,

it's pretty distinctive.

-Follows me everywhere.

-This is true.

It's good to see you.

I've got something for you, actually.

-You're not happy to see me, are you?

-Yeah.

I am.

Listen, did you get those divorce papers I sent you?

-I only ask because...

-Max!

Do you remember that night with the strippers and the doughnuts?

MAN PANTS

SHE SCREAMS

-Aisha!

-What is it? Get it off me! Get it off me!

-It's burning.

-Please help her!

-I'm a doctor! Don't touch her face!

Don't touch her face!

-What's her name?

-Aisha

AISHA SCREAMS AND CRIES

-What is it?

-It's corrosive, we need fluids with pressure.

-Somebody threw it at her!

-Can you call the police!

-Can you get hold of Dylan, please?

-Yeah, on it.

-Stand back!

-Everybody stand back, please.

James got it on his hands too!

I just got some on my hands. It's nothing.

Can you get her to irrigate him in Resus?

-No! I want to stay with Aisha.

-She's in the best possible hands.

-I'm a doctor, I'm not leaving her.

-OK.

Oh, Blake.

-What on earth have you been doing?

-Nothing.

Nothing? You have a compass sticking out of your hand!

Oh, you should be a doctor!

Watch your tone.

-We were just messing around, it's fine.

-Who's we?

-It hurts.

-Yeah, it would do.

You might have damaged your tendons,

not to mention neurovascular damage.

Jacob, can I borrow you, please?

I'm chasing bloods. Sorry.

Lou, could you assist?

Maths used to make me feel like that too.

What's wrong with him?

Nothing.

-Get it off! Please, get it off!

-OK, Aisha, you're doing really well.

We just need to keep dousing the burns.

-OK, have we got everything we need for IV access?

-Yeah.

Let's stand by with some diamorphine, please.

If her airway's clear, we'll give her some ketamine.

OK, and I'll irrigate the boyfriend's injuries.

-My beautiful girl.

-They need to look at your hands, James.

-Where are the police?

-The police are on their way, I promise.

OK? Now, let them sort your hands

because you're no good to Aisha like this.

-OK, ready for Resus.

-Please don't leave me.

I promise I'm not leaving you. Dylan?

-OK, let's get her in a gown.

-OK.

-Quick as we can.

It's all right, Aisha.

OK, if we've got the burn shot,

let's complete the full formal secondary survey.

-You all right to carry on, Zoe?

-Yeah.

GCS was 15 before the ketamine,

pulse is 110, resps 18,

sats 98%.

OK. We've got mixed superficial full and partial-thickness burns

to both cheeks and forehead...

There's hair loss and blistering of the scalp on the right side, too.

-Zoe's looking after her, she'll be all right.

-Zoe?

-Zoe Zoe? I thought she was...

-Yeah, me too.

HE GASPS

I'll get you something for the pain.

No, no, no, no. I need to stay alert, the police'll be here soon.

Can you think of anyone that might have done this?

No, I can't.

I don't know.

He took her bag, right?

Yeah, but no-one would do that just for a bit of cash.

Someone who is desperate enough might.

Can't you just sedate me and pull it out?

You don't get away that lightly.

X-ray first, just to rule out any bone involvement.

Make sure you've not compromised the use of your hand

for the rest of your life.

Thanks, Alicia.

So...

..are you going to tell me what happened, or not?

I already said, we were just messing around.

Blake, this new school was supposed to be a fresh start for you.

It was supposed to be a good thing.

Just goes to show, doesn't it?

Throwing money at a problem isn't going to fix it.

-Is that what you think? Blake?!

-Oh, do you ever shut up?

Don't talk to me like that, do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

Yes.

Hey, kid. You lost?

I've come to see my mate. Blake Gardner.

-He's injured himself.

-Oh, yeah? Shouldn't you be at school?

Probably.

SHE MOANS

OK, pH is improving, let's keep irrigating, get it down to 7.

Why don't you go and get changed? I can do this

-No, no, I'm fine.

-No, come on.

-OK. I've got some clothes in my case. I'll be back, OK?

-OK.

-How's Aish?

-You're a doctor, right?

-Yeah.

What's the burns thickness looking like?

She has some full-thickness on her cheeks,

but it could have been a lot worse, as you know.

How do you know Max?

Medical school.

When did he leave?

About six months in,

which, for a guy who once stayed up all night drinking

then aced an anatomy exam, is a bit of a tragedy.

-But I don't need to tell you that?

-No.

The police are outside whenever you're ready.

Thanks.

SHE MOANS

It's OK, come on.

It's all right.

-They definitely said St Nick's Lane, yeah?

-Yep.

But there's nothing here apart from rotting kebabs.

At least I hope that's what it is.

Looks nice. I'll have a look up here.

3006 to control. Listen, this possible OD,

there's no sign of him.

Any chance it could be a rough sleeper that's moved on, over?

Iain! Iain, over here!

Hello! Can you hear me, mate?

Can you hear me?

I'm a paramedic. Hello?

He's not responding and there's vomit around his mouth.

Sounds obstructed.

Let's get some suction now to clear some of this vomit.

-OP airway?

-Yeah.

Pulse is weak and thready.

He's in respiratory arrest.

Right, let's get this suction now,

and the BVM and oxygen from the van. Let's get him moved.

Watch what he does now.

-Totally stacks it!

-No way!

Thanks for coming in, bringing this stuff.

Couldn't have you all alone, could we, mate?

You've not said anything, have you?

What? Course not.

-I knew everyone else was wrong about you.

-Thanks.

-The video is awesome. I'm going to upload it.

-Brilliant.

Look at this one.

Ukrainian jumps over ten-storey building. It's insane!

Sorry, but there's no phones allowed in here. Hospital rules.

-Since when?!

-Yeah, there's no way you're having my phone.

-Do you want me to call the police?

-Be my guest.

Perhaps we can discuss why you're not at school.

Come and see me when you leave.

You can have it back then.

Heart rate's dropping and he's cyanosed.

I'm going to have to tube him.

Blade going in.

OK, I can see the vocal cords.

Bougie, please.

-OK.

-Bougie going in.

-Tube.

-Loading.

-Size 8?

-Yep.

My tube.

My bougie.

Right, I'm through the cords, remove bougie.

Bougie out.

Cuff on.

Yeah.

OK, he's coughed up.

Nice one.

Not really. Left side of his chest is not inflating.

Heart rate's dropping. He's still cyanosed. What's going on?

Pneumothorax. From deep inhalation of the crack.

-Crack lung?

-That's what caused the resp arrest.

Get me a needle, I need to decompress.

OK. Yeah. My needle.

Midclavicular line,

second intercostal space.

Pulse is fast and thready.

Come on, mate, don't die on us and ruin everyone's day.

Right, I'm in. Needle coming out.

AIR HISSES

Airway is clearing

and heart rate is starting to stabilise.

You make it look so easy.

-All right, let's get him out of here.

-OK.

-There you go.

-Thanks.

She's going to be all right, you know.

I'm glad you were here.

You'd have made a great doctor, you know.

Shame you jacked it all in.

Yeah, well...

It's not too late. Plenty of people train in their 30s.

I'm serious.

Fast-track degree course and all that.

I know a professor in Manchester who runs one.

I could put a word in, if you like.

I think we both know that ship's sailed.

I'm about to get made consultant. I get invited to lecture at uni.

My shoes cost more than you earn in a month.

I'm not trying to sound like a flash git.

I just mean...it's not right.

You were the clever one.

You portering is a criminal waste.

Just think about, yeah?

I could text him.

I...

Yeah.

Where's James?

It's all right, he's just outside. Try and relax, you're in good hands.

Let's stand by with some more diamorphine, please.

The police want to know if they can speak to Aisha yet.

No, not yet, she's far too unwell.

-Um...

-Try not to touch the dressing, OK?

Oh...

These look nasty. What happened here?

I...I don't remember.

-Right, how can I help?

-She shouldn't be here.

-I beg your pardon?

-She does not have professional indemnity,

she is not an employee of this hospital

and she is not cleared from an occupational health perspective!

-Why are you being like this?

-Listen.

-I'm only here to help.

-You know you shouldn't be here!

-I'm trying to help!

Outside, please.

-Can I have five minutes, please?

-Fine.

ON PHONE: Yeah, do it Blake. Go on.

TAPPING ON PHONE

Blake that's slow, no-one's going to watch that.

Quicker Blake, come on quicker. Quicker, quicker, quicker.

Quicker, Blake! That's slow, man.

Quick! Quick, quick! No-one's watching this

GROANING ON PHONE

Why are you here?

Because I've felt miserable for the last year.

Constantly feeling homesick.

And then I realised it's not homesickness.

I miss you, Max.

All the time.

Zoe...

OK. It's fine.

So, James tells me that he met you in medical school.

-You don't seem surprised.

-I'm not.

I think maybe I always suspected that you had done something.

-But why did you leave?

-I'm not doing this with you.

-But why?

-I left because that's what I do.

-What?!

-I snatch defeat from the jaws of victory,

and if I've learnt anything,

it's that not succeeding at something

is a lot easier than failing at it,

and that's what I do.

No, you don't. Max, you are the smartest, funniest,

most interesting person I have ever met.

You make the tiniest, smallest thing feel extraordinary.

Do you remember that day we spent portering together?

And those flowers you sent me the first time we kissed,

and you said you had stolen them from a graveyard!

And all those lighters, the trail of lighters,

-and I asked you what the occasion was and you said...

-It's you.

It's always been you.

It's always been you.

And that's how it felt, right?

But now,

this new job in America,

it just all feels so...

..ordinary.

Nothing means enough without you.

So why did you leave?

Because I thought it was the right thing to do.

Punishing myself.

I didn't want to hurt you again.

-And...?

-I will never hurt you again, Max.

Please sign these papers before you go.

Elle, Paul Billington, suspected crack overdose.

We've intubated him and also suspect a left-sided pneumothorax.

We've done a needle decompression on site.

His pulse is 110, sats are 94 with ventilation.

We've given him 400 naloxone but no effect.

OK. Let's attach end-tidal CO2 and prepare a chest drain.

He's coming round. Let's prepare to extubate.

Bay one, please.

There. You can just about see it there.

Yeah. Looks like an old healed fracture of the radius.

Exactly the same kind of injury she presented with this morning.

And she got that how? Falling off a bike, supposedly?

And about which she's given us very few details.

Plus she's eight weeks pregnant and didn't want to tell her partner.

And she's got those ligature marks on her wrist.

OK. Keep an eye on it. Max, don't go in there, please.

Max, I mean it, don't go in there!

Max...this boyfriend, how well do you know him?

Pretty well. I've not seen him for years, though.

Did he have a temper? Or a tendency to violence?

-No, no, nothing.

-Never jealous or possessive with girlfriends?

If anything, they were the ones chasing him.

I need to check her dressing.

If you wouldn't mind giving us a minute...

She'd prefers to have me in there with her.

Perhaps you could call her family? Give them an update.

Yeah, go on. I'll keep an eye on it. It's fine.

Just going to check the gauze.

There we are.

-Is my face gone?

-No. No.

I have to be honest and say there will be some

scarring of your skin.

The redness and swelling will go down.

Try not to panic too much.

I know it's scary.

It's not me I'm worried about,

it's my baby.

I don't want my kid to have a mum with a face like some kind of...

Ssh.

They can do incredible things for acid-attack victims now.

Um...

Those marks on your arm.

They're at least a few days old.

Aisha, I have to ask...

..has your partner ever been violent with you?

I've remembered what happened.

The attacker grabbed me when he took the bag.

OK, let's pop this back on.

Hey, Blake, where's your mum?

I don't know.

Rushed off to some emergency somewhere.

So you've had a local anaesthetic?

-Yeah. I can't feel a thing.

-Good. All right.

Well, let's get this out of you then, shall we?

Can you feel that?

No.

All right. Then this should be painless.

There you go.

Now...

OK.

Now, keep this on.

So...

..why were you giving your mum a hard time earlier?

She just keeps on all the time. Always asking stupid questions.

Blake, she's your mum, that's her job.

And she's probably wondering

when you're going to tell her the truth about what happened.

I already told her.

The real truth.

I found this on your mate's phone.

Quicker, Blake, that's slow, man. Quick.

Quick, no-one's watching this.

GROANING

Yeah, that's Miles. I saw the ring.

-It's just a laugh.

-No, Blake. No, it's not a laugh.

You could have injured your hand for life, do you understand me?

It was dares.

Filming videos and putting it online.

-It's funny.

-Yeah, yeah. Looks hilarious.

Are you being bullied?

They're always doing stuff like this.

OK, so this Miles,

he gets you to do stuff,

and he's the one that films it,

and you're the one that gets hurt.

Doesn't sound like something a real mate would do.

Are you scared of him?

Jacob, what are you doing?

Your job, it would seem.

I was called to Resus.

-And now you're back.

-What's wrong with you two?

-Nothing.

-Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Anyway, look, I'd better get on.

Thank you, Uncle Jacob.

I'll see you later, yeah.

All right, all right. Well done. All right. Nice and easy now.

I've only just taken your breathing tube out,

so that's going to be a bit sore for a while.

Whoa!

Phone.

Now.

Give me my phone!

What the hell are you doing?

If you rope Blake into any more of your sick little stunts again,

then you're going to answer to me.

And trust me,

I may be a nurse in here,

but once I step outside these doors

I'm not someone you want to mess with. Do you understand?

Uncle Jacob!

What's going on?

Nothing.

Nutter.

What are you doing?

Blake, swear to me you won't do any of these videos again.

You can't tell me what to do. You're not my real uncle

and you're not even friends with my mum any more.

-What gave you that idea?

-I saw you today!

And I know she's been calling you and you haven't been answering.

-What did she do?

-Look, it's nothing for you to worry about, OK?

-Don't give me that.

-Blake, just leave it. All right?

Just another thing she's messed up, then.

Hey, listen to me, do not disrespect your mum.

She's given it all for you boys.

Whatever she's done, she's made you hate her,

so don't make out like she's some kind of angel

and stop treating me like I'm a kid!

Paul...

-Oh, Paul.

-Hiya, Mum.

What have you done to yourself?

He suffered a respiratory arrest.

An overdose.

He was very lucky. If our paramedics hadn't acted promptly,

things might have been very different.

You stupid boy.

You stupid, stupid boy.

We both knew you were going to end up in this place at some point.

-It was only ever a matter of time.

-I'm so sorry Mum.

She's, um, supposed to be sorting her dressings.

Ah, that's Duffy.

Loves a chat.

What are they talking about?

I don't know, mate.

If I'm off with the police when they move her,

you'll keep me updated, yeah?

You won't let them take her anywhere without letting me know?

-Yeah, sure.

-It's good to have a mate here that I can trust.

Oh, I spoke to the guy who runs the fast-track course,

he said he'd be more than happy to meet up with you,

-talk about how to get you onto it.

-Wow. That's...great.

Thank you.

-I think they want to speak to you.

-Yeah.

Aisha, I've been thinking, the guy that attacked you

didn't grab your arm.

And I don't think you fell off your bike this morning, either.

It was James, wasn't it?

Do you think there's any way he could have had

anything to do with the attack?

-You're a friend of his.

-I was.

And I know what he's like.

He can make you feel special and interesting,

but...

..it's all an act, isn't it?

He loves me.

He wouldn't...

Think of your baby, Aisha.

You're pregnant?

OK. So, if he can do this to you,

imagine what he can do to your child.

But you already know that, don't you?

I tried to leave.

Last week.

Had a bag packed, and everything...

..but he came home and found me.

I think this is punishment.

If you want to leave, we can keep you and the baby safe.

We can get you into a refuge.

James won't know where to find you.

Will you let us help you?

OK. Let's move her up to Burns now.

Elle, sats have improved,

-up to 94.

-Good.

Chest drain's well sited

and the lung appears to be re-expanding.

Just keep a close eye on his obs.

-Thanks.

-Yeah.

Will he need to stay in hospital?

Just for a couple of days.

Then he'll have to find somewhere clean and safe to recover.

I've turned your room into a home gym.

I'm not moving that cross-trainer...

..but I suppose I could put a blow-up in the lounge.

Thanks, Mum.

But I swear, if you bring any of that poison into my house...

It's all gone, I promise.

You won't mind if I check your bag, then.

I swear to...agh...God, it's all gone. There's nothing left...

I've heard it too many times, Paul.

HE GROANS

What this?

Hello, yeah. Can I have a taxi from the hospital to the airport?

Dr Hanna.

In half an hour, please.

Actually, could you make that an hour?

Thank you, bye-bye.

Dylan... How's the girl doing?

Aisha?

She's just gone up to Burns. Do you want to...?

Dylan, you're needed in Resus.

OK.

No, no, come on.

Come on, forget Max.

I'm clinical lead.

Yes, Charlie, what is it?

Is this the mask that was used in the attack?

-I don't know, is it?

-Yeah, yeah, that is.

Whose is it?

Fine. OK, I'll get the police.

What attack?

A young woman was attacked with acid earlier today.

Not that girl with the thing on her face?

But that's not...

Why would you?

Paul's not violent. Paul, tell them they've got it wrong.

He did, he stole her handbag.

You did it...for money?

How much did you get?

I said, how much did you get?!

50 quid.

That young girl lost her face for 50 quid?

Those paramedics that found you...

..it'd have been better if they'd let you die.

They're saying they've moved her without telling me.

-Sorry, mate, I don't know.

-Where did you take her?

Did no-one tell you?

They caught the guy that did it.

Don't you want to go and smash his face in?

It was you, wasn't it?

-Aisha!

-So what was it?

You knew she was going to leave

-and you didn't want anyone else ever to have her?

-I love her!

Love her? You ruined her life!

You paid a crack addict to throw acid in her face

and you made it look like a mugging?

She drove me to it!

She pushed me too far.

She knew I couldn't live without her!

PHONE BEEPS

-She's pregnant?

-Yeah.

You don't deserve to be a father.

Aisha!

He's not very well at all. Let's check that chest drain.

-I'm going to...

-Where is she?

She's somewhere safe.

What are you doing? Put that down! Put that down!

-No! No! What are you...? No!

-Stay there! Nobody move!

-Get back!

-No!

Everybody stay there. You stay there!

She's pregnant with my baby.

Did you know that?

You all knew. Well, you are going to tell me where she is NOW!

Please, you don't need to do this.

James, listen to me.

-Just let her go.

-Shut up!

I'm begging you, please. Let her go.

Tell them to stay back!

OK, stay back! Everyone just stay back, OK!

Now, no-one's going to move.

Now, James, I am begging you.

Please don't hurt her.

She doesn't deserve this. Nobody does.

You drove me to this, just like Aisha did.

I didn't want to hurt her, she gave me no choice.

You have a choice, I promise you.

You turned the woman I love against me.

Do it to me, then.

I did it, not Zoe.

James...

..please...do it to me.

-Get out of my way!

-No!

ZOE SCREAMS

-I think... I think it's just water...

-It's water?

-It's water.

Oh, thank God. Ohh...

I know you're blaming yourself.

I went through the same with my son.

We can't cure them.

All we can do is try and be there for them.

I can't even look at him.

How could he do that?

How could he inflict that pain?

I don't know.

I do know how strong addiction can be.

It drives people to do things we couldn't even imagine.

I really thought we'd been through it all.

I don't know if I can forgive this.

Nobody would blame you for walking away.

Did you?

Walk away?

I tried to.

More than once.

It's one of the few things that's stronger than addiction.

Did he get better?

Well, we live in hope, don't we?

You'll be fine, I guess, once you've calmed down.

I'm all right, it's OK.

Anyway, aren't you meant to be in charge around here?

Yeah, I believe so.

All right. Well, you know where I am if you need me, OK?

I think you need a vodka tonic.

Is that your medical opinion?

It is, actually, yeah.

Don't patronise me, all right? I was there for six months.

You know, you would've made a very good-looking doctor.

Yeah. Wouldn't be fair on the patients, would it?

-Or the other doctors.

-There's that as well.

Did you sign the...?

No.

But I will. If you want me to.

They're in my bag.

I haven't got a pen.

I'm never going to stop missing you, you know?

I hope you find someone that makes you happy.

It just can't be me.

Bye, Max.

Bye, Zoe.

The girl. Aisha.

Do you think you can get a message to her from me?

Can you tell her that I'm going to admit everything?

I'm going to plead guilty.

And that I'm sorry.

I know she might not care about that, but...

..I'm just so sorry.

OK. I'll let her know.

Well, we live in hope.

Hey.

What's wrong?

Is it Mum?

No, no.

Well, kind of.

Look the reason me and your mum fell out...

This isn't easy,

but you've got every right to know

and I have no right to keep it from you.

What?

I'm just going to come out with it.

I'm your dad.

Tell Charlie sorry that I didn't get a chance to see him, yeah?

I will do, I will.

Listen, if you need me, you know where I am.

Go safely.

So, that's it, then, is it?

You've chosen portering in Holby over America with her?

I've chosen my sanity, mate. I'm, you know, moving on.

Yeah, well, you enjoy your sanity, mate.

Hi. OK, straight through.

What are you doing?

I always fancied going to Madrid.

I go back to America in two days.

Yeah, I'm coming with you.

I think that, if you're lucky,

you get one extraordinary thing that happens to you in your life.

And do you know what mine is?

It's you.

It's always been you.

I need to tell you something.

Someone's sitting in that seat.

Do you know, I thought it was warm!

Is this your seat, mate? I'm so sorry, this is my wife.

She's not very good at booking things.

Give me one second.

-We should tell somebody...

-Stop talking!

THEY KISS