Episode 20 Casualty

Mrs Beauchamp...

-Connie...

-Stay away from me.

Don't come near me ever again.

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

There you are.

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

You lied to me for 17 YEARS!

I'm your dad.

And, Lucas, finish your breakfast.

Blake, you need to get up!

Blake! You are going to be late for school!

How many times do we have to have this...

HEARTBEAT

Blake, it's me.

Again.

Could you please, PLEASE just ring me...when you get this?

How are you feeling?

I thought I'd be nervous.

More nervous.

I don't really feel nervous.

Yes, I'm a little bit nervous.

Nerves are good, man - they show that you care.

OK, biggest challenges facing the NHS today?

Uh, OK.

Discrepancy between funding and demand.

Workforce crisis,

and then social care, ageing population, blah-blah-blah.

Very good.

You should open with "blah-blah-blah".

She looks...

What's she doing back at work?

That's what I was going to ask.

-Have you seen those photos?

-Yep.

I'm un-tagging now.

No, don't, you look beautiful.

-I look awful.

-You look beautiful.

More beautiful than that bride.

-That dress...

-SHE LAUGHS

-Kept thinking she was going to fall out of it.

-I know.

-You still feeling a bit peaky?

-I'm fine.

I'll take a paracetamol in a minute.

Three-day hangover - I'm getting old.

It's all downhill from here.

Listen, I was thinking maybe we could go for dinner tonight.

-Somewhere nice in town.

-Can't we stay in? I'm so tired.

-I thought dinner would be nice.

-OK.

Let me see if I can book somewhere.

Oh, Andy!

Miss Carter? Are you OK?

Miss Carter?

What? Yes, Zara. Quickly, go and get your seat.

Take your seats, everyone!

There they are on their way

and there they are drinking some champagne.

-I love a happy ending.

-Said the actress to the bishop.

What?

No, good for him. I'm sure they'll be very happy.

Awww! The crazy things we do for love, eh?

Selfish...

He's not selfish. You just miss him, that's all.

Cheer up, Garcia - you still got me.

Blake, this really isn't funny any more.

I've phoned the school and you're not there either.

Where are you? Please, please just ring me when you get this.

Is everything all right?

Yes... No.

Blake didn't come home last night and he's not in school today.

He's how old now?

17. I mean, 17-year-old boys, they stay out all night.

I mean, that's what they do, right?

Have you tried his friends?

I don't know who his friends are.

Hey... Hey, it's OK.

Yeah, I'll try the school again.

Yeah. Let me know if I can do anything.

Thanks, Duffy. I mean, he'll phone any minute.

He'll tell me he stayed over at a friend's house

and then I'll kill him.

Of course you will. Teenagers, eh?

Yes, it's Dr Gardner.

DOORBELL CHIMES

Hello, mate. My name's Iain, this is Sam.

He's just through here.

What's happened?

He got hit.

Hello, my name's Sam, this is Iain. We're paramedics.

Can you tell me your name?

Miles. His name's Miles.

All right, Miles. We're going to get you sorted, pal.

So you're saying he was attacked?

Yeah. Some guys, they tried to take his phone.

-Are you hurt?

-No.

Miles, can you hear me, mate?

There you go. There you go.

Yeah, well, it's not working, is it?

That's what I've been trying to do, the screen's frozen.

Have you tried switching it off and then back on again?

-No, I've already tried that.

-Have you tried logging in with...

-No, it's not working.

-Then we need to get somebody out

to see what the problem is, really.

When can you get down here?

We will get somebody out to you as soon as we can.

Yeah, yeah, OK.

Dylan, I need to make a private call, do you mind if I...

Connie, you're not coming back to work, are you?

Goodness, no.

-How are you feeling?

-Yeah, yeah, better than you, by the looks of it.

It's IT issues.

Right, yes, of course, then I'll leave you to it

Morning.

Morning.

Any news on Blake? Did he come home?

What's happened to Blake?

Er, nothing. He's staying at a friend's house, I think.

-You think?

-Jacob, it's nothing.

What's going on?

Her son didn't come home last night.

He'll turn up, I'm sure.

But, you know, doesn't matter how old they are,

they're still your babies.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

KNOCK AT DOOR

What?!

Sorry.

Dr Hardy. It's you.

I thought... I wondered if we could clear the air.

You want to have a nice little talk?

I think that would be a good idea, yes.

There will be plenty of time for a chat this afternoon.

OK? Thank you.

Right.

Elle - wait.

I'm needed in Resus - we have incoming.

I need to talk to you. It's about Blake.

What about him?

Where is he? Come on, Elle, I have a right to know.

Hands off!

You owe me that at least.

OK. I don't know where he is.

He didn't come home last night.

I have no idea what is going on with that boy any more.

-Maybe I do.

-What?

I spoke to him...

..last night.

You spoke about what?

Jacob, what did you say?

You told him, didn't you?

I'm sorry.

OK, keep the chatter down, please.

What's that?

That's the mummy.

That's the daddy.

And that's me.

And that's a pet dog.

It's beautiful.

What's the doggy called?

-Woof!

-Woof? That's a funny name for a dog.

And is your mummy being kind to you, Zara?

Have you eaten today?

Yes, Miss.

What did you have?

You must be very hungry.

Here, you can have it.

You really can't keep doing that.

I'm not going to see her go hungry.

If her mum can't be bothered to feed her...

I'm in the middle of a class - what do you want?

We've run out of paints over the corridor.

You'd think the world was ending.

There's more in the storeroom. You know that.

Are you OK?

I'm fine. I'm busy.

I'm teaching. You should be, too.

I just wanted to check about dinner, I've called the brasserie.

Fine, do what you want. You always do, anyway.

Jacob, you should have come to me.

We should have talked about it, done it properly...

What? Like you talked to me? None of this is my fault.

I am not blaming you.

All I know is that my son is missing

and nobody has any idea where he is...

Morning.

Morning, folks, this is Miles, he's 17 years old.

-Blake!

-He's taken a punch to the face and fallen backwards

-and hit his head on the curb.

-Are you all right?

Laceration in the parietal area, otherwise his airways are fine.

Resps 18, sats 100% on air.

BP is 128 over 60 and his heart rate is 76.

OK, across on my three, please.

One, two, three... There we go, OK.

Right, his GCS is 14 - that's due to confused speech,

but his pupils are reactive and equal.

Immobilised him and he's had 4mg of ondansetron.

It was a mugging.

Apparently.

-Are you sure you're not hurt?

-That's her son.

-Seriously?

-Elle, need you over here.

Don't move.

Arterial bleed.

Lidocaine, please, suture pack. 4/0 absorbable, 3/0 to skin.

Miles?

Suture, please, Nurse.

Miles?

Hi, do you know where you are?

Can you hear me? She seems pretty dissociated.

-OK, if you hold the leg, I'll reduce.

-Yes, of course.

Right, sweetheart, you're doing really well.

-Yeah.

-Ready? And reduce.

-Yeah, that feels good. Let's get the backslab on, then, please.

-Yeah.

OK.

All right, there now. All done.

It's not a coincidence that she's here

on the day of my consultancy interview, is it?

She's doing it on purpose.

What's the worst that could happen?

I don't know, but this is Mrs Beauchamp.

I might as well just give up now.

What actually happened between you two in London?

Nothing.

Fine, if you don't want to tell me,

you obviously don't trust me.

No, it's not that.

What is it, then?

Ethan, just get on with it.

You're a good candidate.

Don't let her get to you.

You deserve it, OK? So man up.

Justine.

Have I done something wrong?

You haven't done anything wrong.

-Then what's the matter?

-I don't feel well.

-Just give me a minute.

-Then tell me.

-What is it?

-Can you just give me some space to breathe, please?

Are you breaking up with me?

-No!

-Then what is it?

Nothing!

CHILDREN SCREAM

Justine!

There we go, all done.

-We'll need to check his head and neck, please.

-OK. I'll call CT.

That could have been Blake.

And for what? A mobile phone?

What is wrong with people these days?

Let me talk to him.

-No, I should.

-Elle...

Let me talk to him.

Looks like you got lucky.

So, these guys, they just came out of nowhere?

You don't know what they looked like?

No.

Guys, boys, teenagers?

Are you high?

You are, aren't you?

No.

With me. Now.

NOW.

The back and spine were cleared at the scene.

Apart from a dislocated shoulder,

there are no other external injuries.

-Which is a miracle, considering.

-Please, I'm fine.

You're obviously not fine!

SHE GROANS

Just shuffle over for us.

-There you go.

-Aah!

-Take it easy.

OK, Justine, my name's Ethan, I'm one of the doctors here.

We're going to take good care of you, OK?

I'm just going to have a listen to your chest.

-Is she going to be OK?

-Sorry, unless you're family....

-I'm her boyfriend.

Please, I don't want to leave her on her own.

It's OK, baby. I'm here. I'm here for you.

All right, let's start with a gram of IV paracetamol, please.

-So, you going to tell me what happened?

-I already told you.

Now, how about the truth?

I already told you...Dad.

Blake, look, I am sorry, OK?

Maybe it wasn't the best idea for me to tell you the way I did, but...

I mean, this is all pretty new for me, too.

I'm still getting used to it, just like you.

You understand?

I'm sorry.

This is nice, isn't it? Family reunion.

Blake...

I only ever did what I thought was right.

Yeah, you lied - to everyone.

-I just...

-Sorry to interrupt, Dr Gardner. The police are here...

-Blake Gardner?

-Yeah?

We'd like to ask you some questions about the assault

that occurred this morning.

Perhaps we could go somewhere more private?

Yeah, the office.

I'm coming with you.

Laurie Jenkins.

Who?

He was an old school friend of mine.

He moved to the Middle East with his family.

His father was in oil or something.

We kept in touch.

We'd write and exchange postcards.

We became pen pals.

What's this got to do with the price of cheese, David?

I'm saying - Max.

You can always write or call or send an e-mail.

I am familiar with the concept of an e-mail, thank you.

I'm just saying. It's tough when you lose a buddy.

Got a present for you.

-For me?

-No. I was talking to Noel.

Oh, right.

Ta-da!

Well, that's one way of putting it.

Not funny.

What is that?

You try and do something nice!

You know, I'm surprised he's not dressed all in black -

a man in mourning.

Come on, him and Max were close...

-Yeah. And now they can be closer!

-RECORDED BARK

-I remember now!

-What?

I think I know why Noel's upset.

And the attackers -

can you remember their ethnicity? Were they white? Black?

Both.

One was black and one was white.

And the third? Earlier, you said there were three.

Yeah. There were three.

I didn't... I couldn't really see the third.

Jacob, what is going on? Is he on something?

After they'd attacked your friend, what happened?

I don't know. They just ran.

Did they say anything to you?

I don't know. I can't remember every detail!

-Had you and Miles been drinking at all?

-OK, that's enough.

He's answered all of your questions. He's clearly in shock.

Of course.

This must be a very traumatic time for you.

We'll be back to get a statement from Miles when he's well enough.

Perhaps then you'll both be able to give us

a better picture of what happened.

Thanks, officers.

-What happened to your hand?

-Elle...

What happened to your hand?

Give the boy a break.

BLAKE, WHAT DID YOU DO?!

Blake, answer me.

OK, just try and relax for me.

Keep your shoulder loose.

-CRUNCHING Aah!

-You all right?

Yeah - just tough.

Yes. Tougher for her, but...

-OK, Let's get a sling on that, then, please.

-Mm-hmm.

Then can I go home?

Well, given the nature of the fall...

I just lost my balance, that's all.

That's not entirely true.

She has been unsteady on her feet for a few days now.

-I can speak for myself!

-Just tell them...

Tell us what, sorry?

She might be pregnant.

What? No, I'm not. I'm not pregnant.

We have been trying. You can do tests here, right?

Yes, that is something we can do for you.

Fine.

OK, could you organise that for me, please?

Also, I've arranged about handing over to Doctor Keogh

because I've got to attend my interview -

if you could bring him up to speed with the case notes?

Of course, good luck!

Thank you.

The CT will determine if there's any damage to his brain.

Brain damage?

Yeah.

So, you get how serious this is?

Sweetie, please.

What happened? What did you do?

-Don't touch me

-Think you're a big man?

-You're a joke!

HEARTBEAT

What were you arguing about?

Nothing. We weren't.

Miles always has weed on him.

I just wanted to... He said something,

I can't even remember what it was, but I lost it.

Next thing...

Blake, you lied to the police.

We need to make this right.

We're ready for you.

Right, thank you.

Dr Hardy. Take a seat, please.

Hello.

If you could tell us in your own words

why you feel you're fit to be a consultant?

Hello there, my name's Dr Keogh.

Dr Hardy has had to attend an interview.

So I've got the results of your pregnancy test.

That came back negative.

So what's wrong with her?

Aside from the fall,

how long have you been experiencing the dizziness and sweating?

I told you already.

Well, you haven't told me.

They can't help you unless you talk to them.

Andy, can you just... get a coffee or something?

My head's spinning.

There's a vending machine down the corridor.

-I can show you if you like?

-I'm not leaving her.

-Just go, for goodness' sake!

-Let's give her a minute, eh?

Do you ever feel like you're suffocating?

Which is why I believe it's important

to have those lines of communication open and transparent.

Thank you.

OK, now could you give us

an example of a difficult case that you've dealt with successfully?

When you're ready, Dr Hardy.

Yes, of course.

Recently, I made a cancer diagnosis

and I helped the patient throughout the course of their treatment.

It was difficult because the patient was hiding their diagnosis

from friends, family, work colleagues.

But I persisted

and I believe I went far beyond the call of duty in order to help.

And I'm happy to say that they're doing well now.

Really?

Yes, and I'd still be there for them if they needed me.

You appear to have boundary issues.

Do you often have trouble separating yourself from your patients?

I believe that it's the job of a doctor,

a good doctor, anyway, to go above and beyond in certain cases,

if the job calls for it

and I wouldn't hesitate to do it again.

How would you rate your level of discomfort? Any pain?

I'm not in any pain.

Right.

I know that you used the word "suffocating" earlier on.

Are you breathless?

It was a turn of phrase.

Right, OK, OK, OK. Any discomfort going to the toilet?

No.

All right. I am a doctor. What I'm not is a mind-reader.

We've got lots of patients here who want our help.

-Now, if you don't...

-I don't.

I just want to go home.

Well, we're waiting for some blood results at the moment.

But it's my choice if I want to leave?

It is, yes.

Then I'd like to go.

I didn't know what to get you so I just got you everything...

You shouldn't have bothered.

The doctor said I can go home. Everything's fine.

Really?

Well, what I said was that it's at the patient's discretion.

Dr Keogh...

Excuse me, just a moment.

Dylan, do you not think we should maybe stall her,

at least until her bloods are back?

We can't stop her if she wants to leave.

We do have a duty of care.

Well, I can't very well tie her to the bed, Robyn.

You know, it's the patient's decision

and that, I'm afraid, is the end of the discussion.

Sorry.

You may have fractured the fifth metacarpal.

You'll need an X-ray.

But, first thing, you need to tell the police what you told us.

-I can't.

-Jacob's right.

-No!

-Blake.

Look, it will be much better if you go to the police,

before they come to you.

You tell them about the punch, the drugs,

the false statement - you tell them everything.

-How could you be so stupid?

-Maybe I inherited it from you.

-What?

-You're a liar, too.

-All right, that's enough.

-There he is - father of the year!

-Blake, stop it.

-No wonder my dad can't even look at me...

-That is not true.

-A wife who'd spread her legs

at the first opportunity...

-Jacob, stop it!

-Unless you want to end up behind bars

-and end your life before it's even started...

-Jacob, stop it!

-..you talk to the police. Do you understand me?

-Yes.

You don't know for sure it's bad news.

It was awful.

Like really, really awful.

It might not have gone as bad as you think.

I brought up Mrs Beauchamp's cancer.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Justine! What are you doing? I've been waiting for you inside.

-I'm going home.

-Well, I'm coming with you.

To my parent's house.

Please don't do this to me.

I'm sorry.

Justine!

Somebody help! HELP!

She was found collapsed. GCS is 14 - she feels pyrexial.

OK. Let's re-establish IV access and get 500mls of saline, please,

quick as we can.

What are you thinking?

I don't know.

Justine, PLEASE....

Try and stay calm for me.

Justine?

Justine, can you hear me?

No. OK, let's run a chest X-ray.

Can we chase bloods and send cultures, as well, please?

We'll also need adrenaline to keep her pressure up

-and a catheter to monitor urine output.

-I'm on it.

Why had she been discharged?

The police are on their way in.

This'll all be over soon and then we'll go home, you'll see.

I want to talk to him when he wakes up.

OK.

If you ever, EVER lay hands on my son again,

-so help me...

-Look, I am sorry,

but someone needed to talk some sense into him.

I can't do this any more.

Yesterday, it was a compass in the hand. Today, it's this.

-It's Miles.

-What's Miles?

The compass.

He's been bullying Blake.

What? No.

I'd know if my own son was being bullied.

Miles is... Jacob, they're friends. He...

OK. Whatever it is you think you know, you should just tell me.

OK.

Blake, I won't be long.

Yeah, do it, Blake.

Yeah, go on.

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, no-one's...

-Aaargh!

Miles did this?

Peer pressure. It's the same thing.

Jacob, why didn't you say anything?

What are you talking about? I did say something.

Look, he doesn't fit in that school, Elle, not with those kids,

those privileged spoilt kids. He doesn't want to be there.

He said that to you?

Yes, he told me in confidence.

In confidence?

-What was I supposed to do?

-You were supposed to come to me.

So we could talk about it, so we could go to the school,

so we could find a solution.

The same way you were supposed to come to me

-before you told him you were...

-My way, my speed.

-That was your words.

-Not without consulting me!

If you had stopped to think for one minute about the bombshell

you were about to drop on a vulnerable 17-year-old kid,

none of this would be happening.

No, don't you dare try and put this on me.

None of this is my fault. How dare you!

I should have thought? Me? What about you?

Did you ever stop to think?

Did you?

I would love to know any time over the last 17 years

if you stopped to think about me.

His birthday? His Christmas?

When you started working here, did it ever cross your mind?

Ever?

"Oh, there he is, that's my mate.

"Yeah, yeah. Me and him get on really well. He's a right laugh.

"Oh, come to think about it, we actually slept together one night.

"Oh, that's right - he's the father of my child!"

OK, OK, of course I did.

Of course I thought about you. All I'm saying

is that maybe BEFORE you told him,

we could have made a plan, a strategy.

-What? A strategy?

-Or a way to solve...

-Look, maybe I told him because I wanted to help him.

-And I don't?

Because he was suffering and I wanted to be there for him

and now you have the nerve, the NERVE to say that this is my fault?!

You know what? I don't want to argue with you any more.

You should have thought about that before you tried to put this on me.

That is NOT what I'm saying.

-But that's what you said!

-You're twisting my words.

All I'm saying is... All I...

I can't do this right now. My son needs me.

And what about my son, huh?

My son.

The son that you stole from me.

His first words, his first day at school, a kickabout in the park -

those were mine.

They should have been mine and you took them from me.

I was married.

I did what I thought was right, for my family. For you.

No! No, don't even try it.

That was not for me.

You did it for YOU.

The perfect doctor, Elle Gardner, with her perfect little family

-and her perfect little life.

-That's not how it was and you know it.

I can't change the past.

I can't...

I did what I did.

Was it the right decision? Probably not.

If I could, would I do it differently? Yes.

Yes, I would.

But I can't. It's done.

That was the decision I made

and you and us screaming at each other won't change that.

I could have been a good dad.

I could have been there for him.

You WERE there for him.

Uncle Jacob?

Not exactly the same, is it?

He was my boy.

I've asked Noel to track down her records.

-OK, thank you.

-Any progress?

-No.

We're struggling to maintain a BP despite fluids and inotropes.

BEEPING

-Justine?

-What's happening?

The arterial line isn't picking anything up. She's unresponsive.

-Justine!

-OK can you wait outside for us, please?

She's in PEA arrest.

All right. Commencing CPR.

From Robyn.

No, not a chance.

It's for Noel.

I don't care who it's for, I'm not going.

Come on, it'll be a laugh. It'll cheer him up

and she's already paid for them.

Everyone's going. Everyone.

When you say "everyone"?

I'm going.

-Really?

-Really.

That's it, sorted, then.

See you in Reception after work and not a word to Garcia, all right?

Blake? Where am I?

You're in hospital.

You're going to be all right.

You... You hit me...?

I didn't mean to hurt you, OK?

Listen, the police are on their way

and they're going to want to know what happened.

I need to tell them the truth.

No.

No, my mum can't find out.

Find out about what?

The weed. They can't, I'll get kicked out of school.

-You won't. It'll be fine.

-No, no, you can't...

You...

Miles? Mum?!

He's fitting. Get out the way...

Four of lorazepam, please.

What's wrong with him?

Jacob, call CT. We need to rule out swelling of the brain.

Lorazepam now, please!

Miles? Miles? It's OK, Miles.

It's OK.

More adrenaline, please.

Ethan, let me take over, please.

No, it's OK, I've got it.

-Did you get the notes?

-Yes. I've got the notes

and the surgery faxed this over.

-Thank you.

-OK, Alicia, could you check through them, please,

and see if there's anything in there?

Four of lorazepam.

Good. Hold him still.

-I can't... Jacob, hold him.

-OK, OK.

OK... And we're in.

-Let's get him through to CT.

-OK.

Where's Blake?

It's OK, there we go.

Pulse check.

-We've got an output.

-HE SIGHS WITH RELIEF

OK.

Let's not celebrate yet. We still have no idea what's causing this.

Maybe if we do a FAST scan - if she's bleeding, internally, then...

She had a coil fitted.

-What?!

-A coil IUD?

OK, we're looking at sepsis.

She needs to go up to theatre now to have it removed.

Can we call the surgeons down straight away, please?

Is he dead?

No. No, he's not dead.

He's gone to CT.

Why don't you tell us why you punched him?

The real reason.

I told him about you.

He was cool about it at first,

but then we started smoking and then he started saying things...

About what?

About me.

About you.

About Mum.

Blake, you have done nothing wrong.

This is on us.

I punched him.

It's not your fault.

Look at me. Look at me.

None of this is your fault.

What do I do?

You tell the police that I told you to lie.

What?

Elle?

I told you to lie.

That's what happened.

It'll be OK.

A porter will be along shortly to take you up to theatre.

Thank you, Doctor.

A reaction like that to an IUD is extremely rare,

OK, and, to be honest, you're lucky to be alive.

I sincerely hope there isn't a next time,

but if there is, please tell the doctors the truth.

OK, thank you.

You're using contraception.

We're trying to have a baby.

No, you're trying to have a baby.

You never even bothered to ask me if it's what I wanted.

That's not true.

This weekend, at the wedding,

you kept talking about it and pushing it

and saying it'll be us next.

You're just scared, that's all.

You're going to be a great mum.

Look at the way you are with the kids at school,

with Zara - you care so much.

You're not listening to me. It's not what I want.

It's not what you want with me. Is that what you're saying?

I found the engagement ring this morning in your coat.

It's not what I want.

No, it's not what you THINK you want

because you're scared. You're scared of being happy.

Listen, listen, Justine - I want to marry you.

And I want to have children with you.

I don't want to settle.

Not with you.

So, go.

Go and be happy.

Let's not bring a child into this world

just to try and fix our problems.

It's over.

We're over.

Dr Keogh,

Justine Carter, who you discharged -

she went into PEA arrest.

-Did she?

-Yeah. She shouldn't have been allowed to leave.

No. It was her decision.

Right. Well, she could have died!

And that would have been on you.

You sabotaged that.

Excuse me?

What you did today, that was inexcusable.

I'm a good doctor and I care about my patients

and I deserved a fair shot at consultant.

-And you got it.

-No, I didn't. I didn't. You sat there...

You got it.

What do you mean?

It was unanimous. The board will be in touch shortly.

What? I'm a consultant?

Congratulations, Dr Hardy.

I'm a consultant.

I'm a consultant.

Hi! Pub? Sorrows?

Drown?

I'm a consultant.

What, you got it?!

I'M A CONSULTANT!

-No way! Congratulations!

-I'M A CONSULTANT!

-Oh, my God, Congratulations!

-I'm a consultant! I'M A CONSULTANT!

No bleeding and no further swelling.

That's something.

Is he going to be OK?

He has a cerebral contusion, bruising to the brain.

His condition hasn't worsened,

but they'll keep him in overnight for observation.

So, what caused the fit?

I found this in his belongings. Probably didn't help.

Blake, you got lucky. It could have been so much worse.

I don't feel very lucky.

Right, well, the police are waiting for you. Are you ready?

Just remember what we talked about.

Meet me at the pub later.

Be prepared.

Prepared for what?

I know what you and Max were supposed to be doing tonight.

So we're all going with you.

Really?

Yeah, I booked the tickets online earlier.

You guys would do that for me?

Yeah. It's not just Max who's your mate, you know? Don't be late!

HE LAUGHS

Yeah!

Sorry, I...left my phone.

It's not easy, this job, is it?

No.

Unfortunately, it doesn't get easier.

You just get better at managing it.

Chin up.

I'll be back soon.

HE DIALS

Hello, good afternoon. How can I help you?

Hi, it's me. Is he there?

I'm afraid he's in a meeting at the moment. Can I take a message?

No, that's fine, his voicemail will do.

OK, I'll put you through now.

BEEP

Hello, it's Dylan Keogh.

Can we let this voicemail serve

as my official resignation

from the post of Acting Clinical Lead of the ED

with immediate effect?

Consultant, eh? I'll drink to that.

Cheers.

Cheers!

Yeah. Doesn't seem real.

-You're a proper grown-up now.

-I don't know.

Does anyone ever feel like a proper grown-up?

I certainly don't.

Currently living in a flat-share with no share.

How do you mean?

Max has gone. Robyn's gone. Jez's gone.

So what are you going to do?

Move out. Get a place of my own.

Well, that seems pretty grown-up to me.

To being a grown-up.

-Congratulations!

-Well done!

-Very proud of you.

-Thanks.

-Oh, wow!

-Sci-fi convention.

We're all going with Noel.

For our sins.

It's to cheer him up.

Him and Max booked it weeks ago.

You look good!

Come on, guys! Where's your costumes?

THEY LAUGH

I don't know if I can do this.

Just tell them what happened.

-Tell them the truth.

-What if...

-Don't worry about "what if".

The past is the past. You can't change that.

Jacob's right. We need to look to the future.

All right, let's get on with it.

Officer, my son is ready to amend his statement.

-I'm afraid you'll have to do that down at the station.

-Why?

Blake Gardner, I'm arresting you on suspicion of GBH.

You do not have to say anything,

-but it may harm your defence...

-GBH? This was a fight between two kids!

That's not what the victim says.

He claims it was an unprovoked attack.

-He's lying!

-I'm also arresting you

-on possession of an illegal substance.

-They weren't his drugs!

-That boy in there...

-Mum!

Officer, this is a mistake!

-Officer!

-Mum!

-Officer! Officer!

-Mum!

MUM!