Night Cover Holby City

He won't be able to snowboard any more?

Josh might not be able to walk any more.

I'm not going anywhere you know?

I get it wrong sometimes because

I've never felt like this about anyone else.

Excuse me, mate, I'm looking for Chrissie Williams.

-And you are?

-Stephen. Agency nurse.

Right, yes, of course you are.

Rugby is about grabbing each other's legs and trying to pull the other guy's shorts down...

but mine's the girls' sport?

-Do you think she had any idea?

-Of what?

That her best mate was hopelessly in love with her.

A woman always knows.

-Hey, I thought you'd left?

-Tell me about it. I'm on call.

-What's this?

Heamothorax or pneumothorax. Bullet wound. She's pregnant and she's crashed.

-How long for?

-Three minutes and counting.

We need to get this baby out of her before it kills her. Theatre two.

COME ON!

Goal! Come on! Come on, Nursey!

Give her all the blood through the infuser.

-Bullet's still in there.

-Where are obs and gynae?

-We've got about 60 seconds to get that baby out.

-Scalpel.

MONITORS BEEP

Scissors.

I can't find it.

HE GROANS

3-2. I win.

Fair enough!

Better luck next time.

Oi!

THEY LAUGH

Sahira?

I don't understand. They told me she was pregnant.

I can feel the bullet against the spine. Forceps.

You ready to deal with this bleed?

Sahira?

Yeah.

Glad to see you're not competitive or anything.

That's the way we play it down here. There's no rules in crutch hockey!

THEY LAUGH

HE GROANS

-Did you hurt your neck?

-It's nothing.

We should go up.

What's the rush?

Aw!

The Police brought them in.

Still looking for that baby?

I'm sorry.

Bad joke!

-I'm so sorry.

-Where have you been?

Downstairs. I forgot.

What've done to your neck?

Crutch hockey. We were just letting off steam.

Hiya.

You'll have to look through these on your own.

I've marked off the ones I like. So you do the same.

-What's the matter now?

-Next summer is like eons away.

-Not if we want a good villa.

-Can't we get through the minefield of Christmas first?

-Christmas?

-Yeah.

-Christmas is another conversation. This is our holiday.

-Unless you can't commit to that...

-That's not what I said!

Well, enjoy your night...

-She giving you a hard time?

-That's NFK. Normal for Keller.

Get off!

Don't touch me!

-You need to get back into bed.

-Just leave me alone.

-The doctor has to look at your arm.

-Where is he then?

Right here, Mrs Newton.

-You've broken your wrist.

-Oh, you're clever.

-Sit down, please.

Legs up.

-When did this happen?

-Yesterday. Day before. Does it matter? SHE WINCES

-Painful?

-What do you think?!

I think your bone has been bleeding into your muscle.

The muscle is in compartments so the blood can't get out,

-hence the swelling. It's called compartment syndrome.

-I want my daughter!

You left this too long. Now you need surgery or you could lose the arm.

-Could you page the on call anaesthetist please?

-Yeah.

Ah.

Not good.

I'm sorry.

Come here. Come on.

SHE SOBS

I don't know what's wrong with me.

You've been working every day since CTU opened.

Yes, but I should be able to handle that.

Super mum, breadwinner? It's a piece of piss.

-I can't believe...

-You did it to save her life because they said she was pregnant.

What's a scar on your belly when you've survived a shooting?!

-I've just got to get through this shift.

-MOBILE BEEPS

-Sorry...you have to go. It's fine.

-No...

I was thinking I could swap with you.

No, no, I wouldn't want Jac or Hanssen to think I can't hack it.

OK, plan B. You stay here and take a nap.

I cover for you and if any customers come in, I'll wake you.

-No. I can't.

-Yes, you can.

-I can't!

40 minutes shut eye... you'll be a new woman.

-Are you sure?

-No. Grab it while you can.

Are you ready, Mr Hamilton?

-For what?

-The night shift.

I love nights.

All the pen pushers and bean counters gone

and the hospital is ours.

Well, I'm on site and on call should you need me. But I trust you won't.

The morphine's calmed her down.

Thanks.

If it's quiet, can I watch you operate?

It's only her arm.

-I've heard it pops out like a balloon.

-Sure.

-Come right into theatre if you want. I am the boss.

-Great.

You didn't mind me asking about Sister Williams, did you?

I don't want to be the cause of any friction.

It wasn't the crutch hockey. She's on about holidays already...

for next year. Why do women do things so far ahead?

-To keep us in check.

-Have you got a partner?

No. Being agency I move around

and belonging to someone doesn't suit me any way.

-That's what a relationship is.

-Not always.

-Ownership? I'd say so.

You can feel you belong without being owned. Chrissie doesn't own me.

Where's Megan Newton?

Straight through there - bed seven.

Hiya, Mum.

What the hell are you doing here?

-Alison asked me.

-Did you?

-I was scared.

-Is there a problem?

-Yes, there's a problem. My sister's not welcome.

-Mum!

-She has to go.

-And you need to calm down.

-Alison said it would be all right.

-It's not.

-I can wait outside.

-That's a good idea.

A better one is go.

Are you deaf?!

For the sake of my patient I think you need to leave.

Evening. Right. What's new?

There's a stroke patient in five,

Josh is leaving and the rest you know.

Cool hair.

I hear they got you a bed at the specialist unit.

With some proper physio and decent equipment, I hope.

And other people in the same situation.

So you can see what's possible.

-Do you know where my coat is?

-It's in the office.

Can I have it? I wanna get out of here.

We still have to discharge you and wait for transport.

And a thank you wouldn't go a miss, Josh.

-Good luck, all the same.

-I don't need your luck.

I don't want your sister agitated and I don't want the ward disrupted.

It's not me making a scene.

-I have to think about the patient.

-And I have to think of Alison.

We can manage.

You don't know the situation...

-She needs an operation.

-There's something else you need to know...

Alison is MY daughter.

I don't need to know that. That's not my problem.

-But it IS the reason I'm staying.

-I really...

I'm not here to make trouble and I need to be here for Alison.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

-Someone's messed up.

-What?

-Josh is not going anywhere.

Specialist unit made a cock-up with beds.

I'll tell him.

No. Let me.

Josh?

-The spinal unit called. They haven't got a bed for you. I'm sorry.

-What?!

-So you're going to be with us a bit longer.

-How long?!

-They're just a hospital, like we're a hospital.

-They're specialist.

It's not where you are, Josh, it's what you bring to it.

-I haven't seen you do a single exercise. You never practice in your chair.

-I don't like it.

If you're going to be lazy... we're just as good for you here as any where else.

-Total cow.

-What did you say?

You call yourself a nurse. You're supposed to care, but you don't.

Good job.

-What's she said?

-Nothing.

Yes, she has.

I know she has.

I've told you. Nothing.

-SHE GASPS What's she said?

-Get some rest.

-Are you sure this is legal?

-Pay attention. What can you hear?

-Systolic and blowing.

-Therefore?

-Aortic stenosis.

Informally covering for someone else is not legal.

When did you get so po-faced?

Oh, that's right, since forever.

-How did I get here?

-You collapsed in the street.

He's slipping again.

I've got a date with destiny, so you only have to suffer me

for an hour tops. Get the pads.

-What are you doing?

-Trying to speed your heart back up.

-Have you been popping pills, Tyrone?

-What?

Has this happened before?

Bite your teeth together.

Just kidding. It won't hurt.

Clear. DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES

-Urgh, that really hurts.

-Don't be such a wuss.

-Ow!

No, it doesn't,

but it has woken you up, so let's ask the man who is awake...

What about the drugs?

I can't remember.

Bloods, please, Doctor Valentine.

And you're too sick to make phone calls.

-Where is she?

-Getting coffee.

And you just called her, did you?

-Out of the blue.

-She's family.

-Unless you didn't call her out of the blue, Ali.

-You done with this?

Have you been seeing her?

What's she done, eh?

Picked you up from school? Taken you shopping?

-She's just being friendly.

-How many times?

Twice.

-What did she buy you?

-Shoes.

These really nice peach-coloured platforms.

And you didn't think to tell me?

-I'm sorry.

-Nothing's going on and you didn't think to tell me!

-Time to take you into theatre.

-Ali?

HEADPHONE MUSIC BLARES

Excuse me.

Josh, turn it down.

Look, I know you can hear me,

so while you're awake and I'm here, let's do something useful.

Bed to chair transfer. We'll start with the first step.

What's the worst that can happen?

You might manage it.

What then?

See, I knew you could hear me.

I've got all night.

It's Mr Hamilton, Alison... I'm going to come in. OK?

Your mum's going to be fine.

It's a very simple operation.

I don't understand why they can't just get on.

It's like I've done something wrong.

I'm sure you haven't.

You know what this is all about?

No.

University.

Mum says I can't go. I'll have too much debt. And Aunty Beverly,

she's got money, said she'd help.

But Mum won't let her and I don't understand.

Maybe it's pride.

She wants me to do radiology.

Cause the NHS pays.

This is a decision that affects your whole life.

You can't let other people make it for you.

Are you all right?

She wasn't. But we talked it through.

I'll leave you to it.

-Talked what through?

-The University thing. Radiology.

-I thought you wanted to do physics.

-I do.

But I don't want a fight about it.

You have to decide and then go for it, Alison.

Or you'll end up like her.

-OK, the aces are here, here, here and here, right.

-Excuse me.

So if I know where they are, I can follow where they go.

A-hem.

So just by following them,

I know the first ace is one, two, three, four cards down.

The second ace is third.

The third is second and the last is first. Shabbah!

You just have to watch carefully.

Just checking for texts.

I thought casinos didn't like their croupiers being card sharps.

-How do you know I'm a croupier?

-There's a logo on your shirt

-and a gambling chip in your bag.

-Rohypnol.

-What?

-That's why you can't remember anything and that's what slowed your heart down.

-Are you sure you haven't been off your face on roofies?

-No way.

-Then you were spiked.

-Maybe we should call the police?

No police!

-Why no police, Tyrone?

-Just don't.

Nothing to do with having a £500 roulette chip?

-That was a tip.

-Sure it was. A £500 tip.

-Getting irregular.

-No police.

-Don't worry.

I've got better things to do with my night.

If it's second or third degree slows like before? Use the de-fib.

-Not that taser thing.

-Yes.

So behave.

Now, I go and get shagged senseless while you stay here.

Life's just not fair, is it? Oh, c'mon it's not that bad.

You had 50 minutes extra with your favourite doctor.

I hope Ms Shah appreciates it.

She'll love you forever. I'll go wake her as I go.

The pressure build up makes the muscle pop.

And that's what it looks like.

-You make it look so simple.

-That bit is...

Now we have to look for necrotic tissue.

-Sometimes we use maggots.

-How?

They eat the dead flesh and leave the healthy,

but this all looks fine.

Does Sister Williams ever make it to theatre?

Sometimes.

She's more interested in the patients than what I do to them.

I think it's fascinating.

See this swelling? That's the soft tissue complication of this.

So...now we're in we fix the break and check the bone bleeding.

HE GROANS

Is that still a problem?

I thought it would go away.

I can give you a treatment, if you want.

A treatment?

-Acupuncture.

-Hmm.

Hidden talents.

Sahira?

SHE MURMURS

Wake up.

The hospital's on fire.

Gorgeous...

Your oxygen came loose. Do you know where you are?

Do you know where you are, Mr Johnson?

HE GROANS AND WHEEZES

EARPHONE MUSIC PLAYS

Can you sleep with him wheezing like that?

I'll just keep these on.

I think you and I should start over, Josh.

We got off on the wrong foot tonight.

Hello?!

-Oi? You can't just take that.

-I just did.

-I'm not ten years old!

-So don't act like it.

-What do you want from me!?

She did well.

There was no dead tissue. The arm should recover completely.

Maybe you should back off a bit.

I have a duty of care to that girl. You know I have.

Stop it, you are killing me.

I can't...

Wear it tomorrow, and I promise I'll be there...

Oh, for f...!

No, it's not you. It's someone here.

I gotta go.

Oi, what are you doing?!

-HE GASPS

-Meeting someone.

Playing Russian roulette is what you're doing. Back inside. Now.

Jesus.

Stay put...you eejit.

-Feel that one?

-Yes.

You're tense. I think three's enough for your first time.

Now what?

You sit there and you don't move.

Uh, uh. No distractions.

-May I talk?

-Sure.

How come you became a nurse and not a doctor?

Look, I got stabbed.

The nursing I got was so good I wanted to do it.

The nursing, not the doctoring.

-What does that do?

-Stimulates the points.

And you believe in meridians and Chi and all of that.

Uh-huh, and that tells me you know more than you're letting on...

I read.

Ahem.

It must be a quiet night.

This, um, this is for my neck.

I really don't care what it's for Mr Hamilton,

-so long as your ward doesn't need you.

-No everything's absolutely fine.

I had an emergency fasciotomy and my rounds...are in ten.

These zero stay figures need justifying.

They make the procedures look unnecessary, you see.

I've separated the general surgery and orthopaedics numbers.

You need to account for that column there, please.

Have you heard of an American called Arthur Taub?

No.

I'd look him up.

Take these out. Now!

What are you playing at Tyrone?

-I had to see someone.

-Excitement is forbidden.

-Including dodgy deals in car parks.

-What are you saying?

Rohypnol and avoiding the police do paint a certain picture.

-I thought you'd gone.

-He crashed outside.

-Did you wake Ms Shah?

-Jaysus... you're like a broken record.

Just look after the patient and do your job. Get the de-fib.

Aw, don't do that.

Better.

No. He needs a temporary pacer.

I was meant to meet someone.

If she comes in... she's blonde, and I'm here. OK?

-Of course.

-Anyone else, I'm not.

Doctor Valentine will put some pacer wires in to stabilise your heart.

You've been dying for some hands on. Here it is.

Keep your head turned.

All you'll feel is a light pressing on your neck.

You a bit of a gambler?

-What makes you say that?

-There's a type.

Likes skating on thin ice and getting away with it.

-Sounds more like you.

-You know most people gamble to lose.

I thought they did it to win.

No, seriously.

Winning is pleasant, but losing is painful.

That's a much stronger buzz.

What's your angle then?

What are YOU getting away with?

If you're not sure, stop.

Don't turn your head.

Find the guide wire... turn the tip to the right...

steadily through the tricuspid...

and along the floor of the ventricle.

Got it?

What settings?

-70 at 3V?

-Continue to check the ECG for pacing inhibition.

Feel the difference?

-No.

-You will.

-How was it for you?

-Like skating on thin ice.

And getting away with it.

-I feel terrible.

-No sign of infection.

-Her temperature is up.

-And she's mildly tachycardic.

-Is something wrong?

-She has a mild temperature.

-What does that mean?

-At the moment we're not sure.

Dan!

She's vomiting blood, she needs a scan. Take her down and I'll call ahead.

-Why is she vomiting blood?

-We'll get a scan to find out.

-It's not good though is it?

The sooner I call the technician, the sooner we'll know.

-Are nights always like this?

-No.

I'm sorry about before. Is your neck any better?

Not really.

HE RINGS THE BELL

Where the hell is he? I just called him.

I'll have a look.

What's wrong with me?

You may have oesophageal varacies or an ulcer.

-Stress can make them bleed.

-Where's Alison?

She's with your sister.

There's your stress right there.

You should do something about it.

What do you mean?

She's a smart kid. She knows something's not right.

If I were in your shoes, I'd tell her before your sister did.

-Tell her what?

-I think you know.

-Who told you?

-It wasn't Alison.

But you do owe it to her.

Megan!

-What's wrong?

-She's gone into septic shock. Give her oxygen.

Get her back up to Keller and into theatre. I'll page Hanssen.

PAGER BEEPS

-Mum?!

-She has to go into theatre.

-Bev, don't, please, please.

-If anything happens, you know I'll look after her.

-Excuse me.

-Sorry.

-Thank you. Is this your fasciotomy?

-She keeps vomiting blood.

-What's the history?

-Broken wrist, bone bleed and compartment syndrome.

I operated and she vomited blood in recovery.

-Did you scan?

-I booked one, but she went into septic shock.

SHE GROANS Did you examine the upper arm too?

-No.

-No. Because she has compartment syndrome here too and you missed it.

Get her prepped, please.

Missing the swelling in the upper arm is a common error,

but that's why you should know about it.

-Yes.

-Never lose sight of the bigger picture.

-Are you the ward nurse?

-Yep.

Then you're surplus to requirements in theatre.

If I took my eye off the ball, Mr Hamilton...

I'd ask myself why?

-Have you got a phone I can use?

-What's wrong with yours?

-She's not picking up. I just thought maybe another number?

-Pain?

-What's wrong?

-Excuse me a moment.

Hey, he's bradycardic.

-HE GASPS

-What's wrong?

-I'm about to find out.

It feels so, I feel so tight.

-So tight.

-HE GASPS

Pericardial collection. Let's get him into theatre.

-Do you think it was the pacer wires?

-Must be.

-Can we get some help here, please?

-What's...wrong?

-There's blood between the heart and protective sac. We have to drain it.

-Not without a consultant.

-Page Jac.

-What about...

-Don't say it. Just shut up. I'm doing it.

OK. Let's go.

Sahira!

-Sahira. Jac Naylor is coming.

-What?!

-Thought that'd do it!

-What happened?

-Cardiac tamponade.

-How?

-Me and Ollie put some temporary pacer wires in.

-You said you'd wake me. Why didn't you wake me?

-I just did.

-I can't believe you did this.

-He'll be fine.

-I said to wake me.

-I tried. You looked so happy, I didn't want to spoil it.

-What am I rescuing?

-Tyrone Brooks. Came in off his tits on Rohypnol

-with aortic stenosis. We put pacers in to stabilise him.

-Badly.

-Ollie was nervous,

-seeing as Jac never lets him get his feet wet.

-Don't go there.

-I accept full responsibility.

-Except for now, when I have to.

-No. You can say you were asleep. I'll take it in the neck.

Don't tempt me.

-He's just not responding.

-Mr Johnson.

Mr Johnson!

Start CPR. One milligram adrenaline?

MONITORS BEEP

Thank you.

We've got an audience.

PH is 6.9.

He's not coming back.

I don't really think Josh should hear this.

Do you want to move him?

Will you take him somewhere else, Frieda? Please.

Can I get a hand here?

What's going on?

This is where I practice on my own in the Night time.

This is pig's heart.

Everybody thinks it's such a great mystery.

It's just sewing with blood.

I try to make good technique.

You know like an athlete...

Good technique. Less energy.

-That's what my coach says.

-It's true.

But when you're out on a run he's not there, is he?

It's just you and the snow. No-one giving instructions...

That's gone now, that bit.

Not gone, it's just different mountain.

In the hospital, good technique is how we care.

You know, like Nurse McKee.

You have a go now.

Suction will you, please? Retractors.

Perforated. There's your sepsis.

We'll have to do a finney and mobilise the duodenum.

More suction, please. Packs!

All right, we'll get to your arm in a minute.

Right. Focus. As I kocherise the duodenum, you retract the liver.

You can recognise the liver?

Which way?

Your left. My right.

Good. IVC and portal vein...

we don't seem to be hosing out of the pancreas any more.

More Prolene, please.

Do I just stay here?

You do.

Right, I'll need a Robinson drain and silk.

If I say 'sushi' to you, what do you think of?

Fish?

Sushi is, in fact, a word for rice.

It used to take 10 years to train a sushi chef. BP?

130 over 80.

Nobody wants to put the time in any more...

Probably too busy choosing their next holiday.

She has an ulcer and it perforated.

-Is she going to die?

-Mr Hanssen is director of surgery.

-He's the best we have.

-I thought it was her arm.

We'll have to keep her in for some time.

I can stay with my aunt.

With me?!

Whoa! Where've you been?!

62 over 39.

Suction. Did you put these in with an image intensifier?

-No. We did it on the ward.

-We?

I hope you're not responsible for this, Valentine.

I'd hate to think Ms Shah is letting you do things

beyond your level of competence. Is that what happened?

No. It's not.

-Did you read up on Dr Taub?

-No.

He was part of a delegation looking at acupuncture in China.

Not retracting. There's necrosis.

I'll step in if you're done.

He called it 'nonsense with needles'.

Saline wash, please.

I really didn't think I had to look out for you Mr Hamilton.

I thought you were reliable. Boring. But reliable.

However, if you're the sort of man who'd rather have

pins stuck into him than spend his time examining patients properly,

I may have to revise that view.

-What are you doing here?

-My audit.

-What about the Rohypnol patient?

-What about him?

Your handwriting's in the notes.

Your signature on the bloods. Your footprints everywhere.

I swapped with Sahira at the start of the shift.

-No. A swap requires my say so.

-Officially.

You called me out in the middle of the night,

because Nigella needs a nap?

Tell me, was it you or Ollie who screwed up the pacer wires?

-Me.

-Do you want to think about that?

Ah, come on. People do extra hours all the time.

-I don't think Hanssen will see it that way?

-Who's going to tell him?

-I already did.

Boring. He called me boring.

-You know you're not.

-Now he thinks I'm unreliable.

Don't beat yourself up.

It's a common error, but that's why you should know about it'.

You got her through it. That's what matters. Come here.

-HE GROANS

-All right?

-Yeah.

What are you doing?

-Making you feel good.

-Don't!

Sorry.

That's a first.

Yeah. I read the signs wrong.

-What signs?

-Forget it.

-What did you mean by signs?

-I said sorry.

-Did someone say something?

-No.

-Then what?!

-Does it matter?

-Yes!

-Because I touched a nerve?

I told you I'm with Chrissie.

-And that's your straight life.

-What?!

-But if you're saying I misread it...

-Misread what?

-You.

I'm not gay.

Look. If you want to deal with labels, fine.

You're with Chrissie. You're straight. I can still like you.

-Why?

-Why not?

You wouldn't be the first man who wanted more than one thing.

My mobile, my hotel.

Where is he?

Has he gone to intensive care or something?

If he died just say it.

He died...

-Ready?

-No. Give me the board.

OK.

Lock your brake.

You can do this, Josh.

Frieda, just move the wheel chair back, Frieda.

-Josh, did you hurt yourself?

-There's nothing left to hurt?

-There's plenty. Can you get the...?

-The hoist.

It's OK. Look it's gonna be OK.

It's not OK. HE SOBS

Oh, don't cry, oh, Josh.

Hey.

Look at me, Josh, look at me.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Were you there when he died?

Yes.

How can you do that?

Shh.

It's not hard is it? If you're not on the rota you can't treat patients.

-It's not legal and you're not insured. Are you above the law?

-I was here doing my audit.

When the patient came in, I helped.

-Where were you?

-Not on the ward at that precise moment.

I was asleep in the on-call room.

I promised to wake her if anyone came in.

-I got caught up in the moment.

-Is that what happened

with the female gunshot victim? You 'got caught up in the moment'.

The patient said she was pregnant. Trauma will back that up.

Well, it still has to be investigated.

We saved that woman's life. BLEEPER BEEPS

It's for you.

You're strangely silent, Ms Shah.

Are you happy for Mr Douglas to do your talking?

No, I have no excuses.

-It shouldn't have happened.

-Is it really necessary?

Yes, Mr Douglas, rules are necessary.

Both matters will be subject to formal procedures.

Is that it?! Is that our hearing?!

This stinks.

He could be struck off.

It's a formal, independent process and I cannot be the judge.

-I'm asking you to let it go.

-Why?

A man who makes up his own rules is a danger to the public.

But he's a committed surgeon! You'd be wasting his training.

Turn a blind eye...

To him working off shift. Yes.

On one condition.

What?

You act like a manager.

See what it looks like, from the upper circle,

is that he's smitten with you.

Is that what you want your colleagues to see?

-I can get it, if you like?

-No, I want to do it myself.

HE SIGHS

But that's the problem. I can't do what I want.

Leave it!

Can I buy you something?

What are you doing here?

Same as you, judging by the state of that crutch.

Fancy a game, instead?

Not tonight.

Which is not to say you can't have a go.

So what're you getting out of your system?

A bit of domestic.

Women. Tell me about it.

She mentioned the 'C' word.

Commitment? See that's your basic fault line between the sexes.

Men live for the present and women for the future.

Why? Because they have the children.

And the only thing that can span the gap between them... is a question.

Do you love her?

-Of course I do.

-Love alters the male brain...

Makes you more compatible.

That is such crap.

Five star crap. Makes the world go round.

You're really helping, you know that.

At the end of the day, it's not my problem.

It's yours.

It's me.

Sorry, I know it's the middle of the night.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

No, nothing.

I'll see you in the morning.

I dropped my money. I can't get back up.

-Do you want to get back up?

-No.

You asked me about Mr Johnson earlier.

Well, watching a 70-year-old die

is nothing compared to watching a 17-year-old give up.

Salt and vinegar?

There was a girl here earlier.

She gave me that look.

-What look?

-Poor you.

Made me think of my girlfriend.

I didn't know you had one.

I don't want her here.

I don't want her looking at me that way.

So don't be that way.

People take their cue off you Josh.

So turn it around.

What's the most fun you've ever had?

The first time I went over 90.

You go 90 miles an hour on your snow board?

First I couldn't crack it. Then I did.

So you're a speed freak.

Some kind of freak.

People have done this before Josh. And you do all of your physio

and you get really fit and you never know.

Are you saying I could be back on my board?

No. But I am saying start with what you've got

-and see where it takes you.

-But what have I got?

You've got from here to here,

and your chair.

So use it. Don't just sit on your arse.

THEY LAUGH

Where's Ali?

Could you give us a minute?

Would you like me to get you some pain relief?

Ali's getting some sweets.

-She's still a child, really.

-You noticed.

She asked to come and stay with me.

Don't worry. It wouldn't work.

What ever made you think it would?

-I thought she was ready.

-She's not.

You're not.

None of us are.

Let her go.

Let her go to University.

And turn into someone who forgets where she's from?

Don't punish her for what I did. She's not me.

You pay her fees and she'll want to know you.

I can be busy. I'm good at that.

-I might go to Toronto.

-Toronto?

-There's a job offer.

Will you say goodbye for me?

She turned out really nice.

You did a good job.

My little sister, I'm always lumbered with her mistakes.

The bit I heard sounded positive.

I'll still have to tell Ali though, won't I?

No, you don't.

You have to protect her.

You don't have to tell her anything.

-Do you know where Sahira is?

-Mr Douglas?

-What?

Who got blamed for the tamponade?

-That'll be me.

-Sorry.

-Will you give it up?

-What?!

-It's not going to happen.

She's not going to text! She's not going to phone!

She's not showing up! So all that's left is for you to decide is, was she worth it?!

-What wound him up?

-He doesn't need any help.

He's self-winding.

-He could be wrong...

-Who am I kidding?

HE SIGHS

I really liked her as well.

She spiked my drink and had away with the money...

-I didn't see that coming.

-Well, if it wasn't for the Rohypnol

we wouldn't have found out about your heart.

It's a busted flush whatever side you look at.

Rule number one of the gamblers' bible,

no such thing as a sure bet.

-Is everything OK?

-Why are you still here?

-To make sure you're all right.

-I don't need you to.

Right, this is very touching,

but I think we should take it outside, please.

I'd like it to be noted that I want to be on a different shift pattern to Mr Douglas.

-What?!

-If we are here at the same time I'll be on CTU, so we shouldn't need to cross paths.

I'll pass it on to your consultants.

Is this some weird pound of flesh I don't know about?

This is exactly what it sounds like, Greg.

You shouldn't be here, and I don't want you here.

So go.

-Is it true you have to stay for days?

-It is.

Aunt Beverly said I could be at hers.

Probably best I stay at home.

It's just one bus then to see you.

You're a good girl, Ali.

Pity I'm not a good mum, hey.

Yes, you are.

If you want to go to University,

then you go. I won't stand in your way.

You mean it?

Can I tell Aunt Beverly?

Aunt Beverly had to go.

She's a busy woman.

Come here, eh?

-We'll see her again.

-When?

When we're ready.

Psst. Come and see this.

Don't let him see you.

-How long has he been doing that?

-I don't know.

But I think it is laps. Up and down, up and down.

Many times, yeah.

-I'm clocking off in a bit.

-And I'm waiting for Sister Williams.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-Is everything all right?

-Come here.

-Dan?!

-Come on.

Come on.

Tada!

-Is this why you phoned in the middle of the night?

-What do you think?

I think it's lovely, but it's expensive.

I already booked it.

-You've done what?!

-I thought you'd be pleased.

-I am, but I don't need big gestures like this.

-What do you want?!

What's got into you?!

I've had a hell of a night... but it's still a real question.

Then the real answer...

is for the man I love not to feel he's trapped.

-Or to feel he's got to do something he doesn't want to do.

-I don't.

-Do you really love me?

-I just said so, didn't I?

And the villa is lovely.

Lovely enough for a honeymoon?

-What are you saying?

-Marry me.

-Is that a yes, or a no?

-A yes, silly.

I made a ring.

-Wow, it fits.

-I'm not an orthopod for nothing.

-I'll buy you a real one.

-This is real.

Let's not tell anyone just yet.

I'll keep my mouth shut.

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