OK, I see the taxi! There's a copy of this list on the fridge door, OK? And the TV repairman is coming tomorrow so make sure Sam or Ben or somebody is there.
And don't forget to feed the dogs.
- What time?
- I do it about six.
Holloway likes one handful, Barrington likes two.
Or they won't eat.
Talking of eating, the freezer is full of food.
No eating out.
I know you.
You'll be down to the chippy.
- Here, look at that.
- Oh, my God! Oh!
- One, two, three.
- (All cheering) Is this your idea, Charlie? You're never going to live this down.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today, in the sight of Holby City Hospital, to welcome multi
-talented Megan Are you listening?
- Sorry, just reading the sign.
- .
.
SEN of this parish, to the dubious delights of institutionalised cooking, bed socks and our old favourite, the bunch of grapes.
(Cheering and applause) Hey, Megs, I'll be around later to assist you with those.
Will you all move away before I start blushing? Go on!
- Sorry about the banner.
- Not a very original gag.
- Lawson's Ward.
- Look at you!
- I'll be up to see you later.
- You'll be lucky to have five minutes.
- Megan
- Ted.
- Sure you don't want me to come in?
- No, go on off.
- I'll give you a hand with these.
- See you, Ted.
- I'll come over with you.
- Bye.
Look, if you need anything, whatever it is, I'll bring it in for you, OK? OK! You think I'm in for life the way you lot are jazzing around.
Now, go on, move.
- I'll see you, then.
- Yeah.
Bye
-bye.
Listen, don't forget your list.
There you are.
You scared the pants off him.
Right, in.
Come on.
Honestly, you lot, you're a crowd of loonies, do you know that? But I am very grateful.
Go on, off to bed! Off to bed!
- You want some?
- I'll eat when I get home.
Look at that thick meat and this nice brown sauce waiting to explode against your taste buds.
- I'm warning you.
- (Baz) You should eat something.
- I said I'll eat when I get home.
- Make sure it's protein, not rabbit food.
Hark who's talking! That's all oil and bread.
- Very sharp.
- You know what I mean.
You coming? I'm walking to the bus.
- OK, yeah.
- Bye.
- See you later.
- Yeah.
(Muffled) Was that English? Roughly translated, it was "See you tonight.
" Oh, yeah.
He's gone out covered in marmalade.
You know he's really fussed about Megan.
Who isn't? I spoke to her doctor yesterday.
And? He thinks there's a good chance but he can't be sure.
You know, it feels really odd, talking about someone you know.
You get so used to it being them and not us.
Not nice.
No.
- Listen, I have this proposition
- Excuse me.
I'm collecting for the new playroom at the children's hospital.
- Your friend said
- How much are they?
- 25 each.
- Hang about, we'll have two.
- (Baz) I'll lose these.
- Give me a name and a number.
Barbara Samuels, 733150.
- 733150
- Charlie?
- No, ta.
- Go on, they're only 25 pence.
- Sorry, no dice.
- It's for local kids.
Go on.
Look, no offence.
I believe this is a thing the Government should be doing.
I'm sorry, I don't I just don't believe in this kind of charity.
Sorry.
Well, I think that's pathetic.
Well, then we'll just have to agree to differ, won't we? You never cease to amaze me.
Oh, yeah? Let's just say it's something I feel strongly about.
- All right?
- All right.
I, er I had this proposition.
Oh, yeah? I've got to write a lecture on crash
-room procedure.
I thought a doctor should check it.
- Why am I enjoying this?
- It's at my flat.
- Right.
- Right.
Says here, first prize, colour TV.
Second prize, bottle of champagne.
Third prize, basket
-weaving kit? Who wants a basket
-weaving kit, Kuba? Kuba! Susie! What do you think of this?
- It's a bathroom set.
- I know, but what do you think?
- It's horrible.
- You think so? It's five pinks out of date.
Come on, otherwise we'll miss the bus.
OK.
Moment.
Compared to the basket
-weaving kit, you think this is worse? Anything's better than a basket
-weaving kit.
(Charlie) Sugar? (Baz) You know I do.
(Charlie) Yeah.
(Whistles) Thanks.
Lecture.
I got Parker's secretary to type it up.
50 pence a page.
Still, it looks good.
Looks brilliant.
- I think
- Wait.
No strings.
I promise.
- It's getting complicated.
- Why?
- Just is.
- So what? Let it get complicated.
- If I stay here
- You leave whenever you like.
I wish You know, what you feel,
- what you say
- What? I want someone to tell me this matters as much as I think it does.
Watch.
That's you doing that.
Oi! I've bloody cut my hand now.
- Shh!
- Go on, lick it.
- I'll lick you in a minute.
- Come on! Party! Come on! (Boy) What about the burglar alarm? (Girl) The burglar alarm! What about the burglar alarm, stupid? Look, Amrit, give us your jacket.
My cousin's got an alarm.
It goes off when your body moves.
- What, like this?
- When you're inside, stupid.
Amrit, come on.
You have a go.
- What if someone is upstairs?
- This old woman lives here.
She's out all evening.
She's got a dog but she always takes it with her.
- (Imitates dog barking)
- You idiot! Yeah, sorry.
In you go.
For only 25p, you can have a peace of mind for you and for your family! For first prize, no more worries in the bathroom.
For second prize, one bottle of British sherry.
For third prize, basket
-weaving kit.
It is an impossible offer to refuse.
- Can I have a word?
- Wait a second.
- It is for a new hospital ventilator.
- Now.
Please.
Clive, I am busy, I am trying to sell my raffles.
Exactly.
And I have work to do.
- Now!
- Excuse me, please.
I come back.
Maybe you want to buy whole book? I have these prizes.
See you.
Yeah.
- Kuba
- OK, OK.
- What's your problem?
- Does Ewart know about this?
- I just started tonight.
- I think you ought to tell him.
I tell him later, of course.
You can't go around flogging tickets unless it's official.
Clive, who needs official? We've got ventilator.
Doesn't ventilate.
- It is not so official.
- It's against the rules, man.
You can't pester people when they're ill.
- You need some kind of clearance.
- Clive, look! Look!
- I am selling like hot cakes.
- I see.
Tell you what, don't sell any more until you have cleared it with Ewart.
Savvy? Good.
I know the problem! You are jealous because I got this idea first! The only way I am going to find out is to do it myself.
- Seen Charlie?
- He's with Megan.
- Kuba is in fifth gear tonight.
- Mrs Cunningham! Those are for doctors only! Put them down! Oh, yes.
Of course.
The doctors! Let's all go down on our knees! Doctors are God Almighty, the Holy Ghost and everything else.
Shivering to death on a hard bed in a thing that doesn't cover your bum.
- That's being attended to, is it?
- If you go back to your cubicle, I'll make sure someone sees you as soon as I can.
I could die of hypothermia before.
- It's 75 degrees in here.
- Well, maybe I've got a fever! Can't even call your temperature your own!
- Running low on swabs again.
- Borrow some! I'm a receptionist, not God Almighty.
All right.
All right.
Charlie, I'm lying here nil by mouth and you are stuffing your face with the sexiest
-looking bar of chocolate I have ever seen in my life.
Do you call that sensitive nursing? Psychology.
So you remember what it's like when you get out of here.
Yeah Pig
-ignorant.
That's what I like about you, you see.
Deep down, there is an honest and sensitive human being.
You taking the mickey? No, actually.
I must be going soft in here.
Been listening to hospital radio, haven't you?
- Fatal.
- Do you know what I nearly did? Do you know what I nearly did? I nearly put in a request for Ted.
- You didn't.
- I did.
I know, it's terrible.
I was lying here, sucking about a fifth ice cube, and that stupid sod of a DJ went and played Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree.
I was gone.
Choking into the pillow! Tie A Yellow Yes.
Well, you say what you like.
That song always means for me chips and Ted.
And the Costa del Sol.
Every single time I hear it.
I can almost smell the vinegar.
I think that means you're hungry.
All right, you're right, I am going soft in here.
I can't sleep either, Charlie.
No use trying.
I've been on night duty too long.
And just look at this place, it's like a morgue.
It smells like a ladies' loo.
It's guaranteed to depress you.
I've got cancer.
I've got cancer, Charlie! Nobody's saying it, but I can't think about anything else.
Look, you go on.
Don't listen to me.
Listen, I've had an idea.
You hang on in there, sister, I'll be back.
- Charlie?
- No questions.
Charlie!
- That's disgusting.
- What is it, then?
- Advocaat.
- Advocaat? This'll do, Amrit.
- A 16 special.
- You can't use that, Ray, you'll be sick.
All right, all you got to do is drink one of these for each year you were born and Karen will give you a feel, right? The colour makes you want to puke, don't it? Get us something else, Amrit.
This is dead.
- What have we got?
- Got some whisky here.
- Do you reckon you can handle it?
- No sweat.
- He's never drunk before.
- I have.
- You told me you never had.
- Thousands of times.
You're a liar, Amrit Patel.
You told me never.
- I was kidding you, stupid.
- Give us your watch.
You two finished?
- Right, what's the record?
- Keith did it in 20 seconds.
- Do you reckon you can b*at that?
- No sweat.
- He'll be sick, Ray.
- So? You ready, then? Happy birthday, Amrit.
- Right.
- (Ray) Go! This is a mercy mission, my son.
Call up the night sister and ask if you can bring her down.
You want to ring Sister Philips and ask?
- Come again?
- Brünnhilde herself.
- Ten mins.
- You're a good man.
Get Duff to fast
-bleep us if it gets busy.
All righty.
Clive, tell Dr Carter the woman is in three.
OK.
- Hello, gorgeous.
- Charlie, you promised! Oi, Kuba, could you? No, I have nothing to add.
If you want to see this monument for goodness like some filthy shack, then for me it is no dice.
And frankly, Charlie, I am disgusted, OK? I was gonna ask if you could give us a hand.
- Turn the music off!
- What?
- Turn the bleeding music off!
- Take him.
Come on, you've got to stay awake.
Amrit!
- Ray, give us a hand.
- Stick him over here.
- Oh
- There you go, Amrit.
Are you all right?
- God, he don't half look ill.
- Amrit?
- You feeling sick?
- I don't want him sick on my jacket.
- Ray, he looks really ill.
- Amrit, you ain't gonna be sick?
- What are we gonna do now?
- I know.
This'll put him right.
Here you go, Amrit.
Have a bit of this.
Amrit?
- He looks worse now.
- Amrit? I'm scared.
Maybe we'd better get help.
Yeah, yeah, help.
You get help.
Me, I'm off.
What about? Ray! Ray! It's nice to see such concern, Mr King, but she'll be fine, I'm sure.
Yes, but you see, we have this little surprise for her.
Look.
- Could we talk in private?
- They're all asleep, Mr King.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Mr King, are you quite well? Yeah, I'm fine.
What we really want to know is whether we can telephone her at night when she can't sleep? No, really, she shouldn't be disturbed at night.
Yeah, yeah.
You've got a point.
Believe you me, after that operation, she'll need all the rest she can get.
Kuba, I knew King would walk it.
Shh! You know, you're right, absolutely right.
I think we ought to forget the whole idea.
- What idea, Mr King?
- The one I just mentioned.
I'll see you later, right? Now, you know all hell is going to break loose if Ewart finds me in here.
Now come on, Charlie.
Doesn't need to know, does he? He's up to here in paperwork.
Megan, what are you doing here? It's his idea.
I am supposed to relax in the company of my colleagues.
Poor Sister Philips and the hospital haven't a clue as to where I am.
- What did you call it?
- Team therapy.
Oh, yes.
Kidnapping, more like.
But Sister Philips is hanging over my head like Beelzebub and the seven black devils all rolled into one, which makes relaxing a bit difficult! So how did you wangle it? A decoy and meticulous planning.
It's a wonder you didn't wake the whole hospital up.
We were brilliant.
Charlie, we got a kid on the way.
Unconscious.
Hey, are you with us?
- 1 10 over 70.
- He's probably just drunk.
I don't know, can you smell something odd?
- No, I've just had a cold.
- Oh, thanks for telling me.
- Cannula?
- Yeah, all right.
- No ID.
- As usual.
Doesn't look very happy.
What's his name? God knows, anybody finding out?
- Is anybody finding out?
- Anybody finding out? I rang the ambulance.
He's here.
What more do you want?
- We need someone who knows him.
- I don't know.
- That's what I'm asking.
- I told you, I don't know.
All right, let's start with his name.
You do know his name?
- Amrit.
- Amrit what? Amrit Patel.
- Address?
- I don't know.
- Do you know someone who might?
- No.
How can we get in touch with his parents? Look, I'm nothing to do with him.
- How old are you?
- 42.
All right.
Do you mind waiting a bit?
- Why?
- You might remember something.
- I can't stay long.
- Take a seat.
Someone will call you.
- Look, is he gonna be all right?
- I don't know.
Susie, do you know anything about this message from Kuba?
- No.
- Complete gibberish.
- Where is he?
- Porter's lodge? If I'm not out in ten minutes, rescue me.
Come in! Oh, Mr Plimmer, we must talk.
Baz, he's going off.
How the hell?
- He's arrested.
- Call the crash team.
Hold on a sec.
- The anaesthetist's here.
- Good.
Get Ewart.
(Clive) We need the crash unit in Casualty.
Thanks.
He had a good pulse and normal pressure.
If people want to donate money, fine.
A different matter.
- But pressure is out.
- I'm sorry, Mr Plimmer.
But I must disagree.
Bob Geldof does this and the world is cheering.
He went to Buckingham Palace and he saw the Queen.
But when Kuba Trzcinski sells a few tickets, suddenly he's some kind of criminal! No one's questioning your intentions, it's the principle of the thing.
Charity has to be organised.
- I organised myself.
- No.
No, look.
There are formalities like who keeps a check on the money.
You think that I am keeping the money, is that it? Don't be ridiculous.
Of course not.
- We've got a kid in crash.
- Oh, thanks.
- How is it?
- Just starting with him.
- Any ID?
- Friend in the ambulance.
Susie.
No one's blaming you, Karen.
Look, we know that he got drunk.
But did he take anything else apart from alcohol?
- It is important.
- They'll say it was my fault.
It wasn't.
Would you stop worrying about yourself for a moment and think? Now That other guy, Ray.
Did he give him any other stuff? Yes.
What did he give him? Rush.
- Amyl nitrite?
- No, spaghetti bolognese!
- Was it amyl nitrite, Karen?
- Yes.
OK.
Take a seat in the waiting room.
No, we've located the parents.
They're on their way in.
Seems straightforward enough.
- He took amyl nitrite.
- He's dead.
Well tried, though.
Tell Susie to call me when the parents arrive.
Paperwork.
OK.
Did you find out what it was?
- Amyl nitrite.
- Oh! I should've known.
- Wouldn't have made any difference.
- No.
- Right, what's next?
- Well, what do you fancy? We've got an old friend who's just drank toilet cleaner in three.
Broken finger in six.
A mother who's just tried to commit su1c1de in one.
You tell me, Clive.
I've just lost my powers of discrimination.
I reckon a good old
-fashioned su1c1de attempt is what you need.
- One!
- One.
Cup of tea?
- Sugared, all right?
- Yeah.
Want me to call your parents, or anything? It's late.
They won't worry.
He's dead, isn't he? (Ponting) She's intelligent enough to know what she's doing.
That's what I find surprising.
I've seen it loads of times before.
But there's something cold
-blooded about her.
Like all the way in the ambulance, insisting that she hates it, and no tears.
Very creepy.
What a mess.
Hey, you must've been kept hanging around.
No worry.
The city's sleepy tonight.
Where's Sandra? Taken a week off.
Gone to see her parents.
- I've got a relief driver.
- Ah.
We'd like to see Amrit straightaway.
My mother is very worried.
If you'd like to hang on a moment, I'll find someone to help.
(Conversing in Hindi) Hello, I'm Dr Samuels.
How are you feeling now? I don't feel guilty, if that's what you mean.
You're very lucky someone found you.
They weren't meant to.
I really bodged it up, didn't I? I suppose that's one way of looking at it, if that's how you really feel.
I think I know how I feel, thanks.
God, you're not gonna psychoanalyse me? Haven't got the time.
Besides, it might not be what you really need.
Rejecting a baby could be because of hormonal imbalance.
You can get out of whack having a baby.
I know how I feel and it's not my hormones.
It's my brainthinks I should never have had the kid.
Slits wrists.
Only that's where the curtain was supposed to come down.
Can you wiggle your fingers for me? Maybe your brain will tell you differently in a few months.
- Oh, God.
- I didn't say it would.
I said maybe.
Postnatal depression can last a long time.
- But there is another side.
- I hate my baby.
End of story.
Mrs Patel? My mother doesn't speak very good English.
I am Amrit's sister, Rama.
If you would like to follow me, the doctor will see you in a minute.
What about Amrit? I think it's best if you talk to the doctor first.
(Conversing in Hindi) Would you like to take a seat?
- Would you like a cup of tea?
- No, thank you.
Sorry to keep you.
This is Amrit's sister, Rama, and Mrs Patel.
Hello, I'm Dr Samuels.
Thanks, Charlie.
My mother doesn't speak very good English.
Explain to me.
I can tell her.
- Would you prefer it if I found
- It'll be perfectly all right this way.
The most important thing is we see him.
Amrit is frightened of hospitals.
My mother's worried.
Of course.
Is he very sick? I'm afraid the news is bad.
When Amrit was brought in, he was unconscious.
- He'd been drinking very heavily.
- No.
- He doesn't drink.
- In this case, he had been drinking.
(Conversing in Hindi) And I'm afraid as a result of this and further complications, he d*ed about half an hour ago.
We did everything we could, but there wasn't any hope.
I'm very sorry.
But how is he now? Your brother d*ed of an overdose of dr*gs and alcohol.
At the moment, we don't know the exact cause of death (Mrs Patel speaking Hindi) (Speaking Hindi)
- (Speaking Hindi)
- Would you like to see him before?
- (Mrs Patel speaking Hindi, weeping)
- (Speaking Hindi) If there's anything I can do, you only have to ask.
- Would you leave us alone?
- Are you sure?
- Yes, quite sure, thank you.
- (Mrs Patel weeping) OK, I'll see you're not disturbed.
(Speaking Hindi) Amrit Amrit (Speaking Hindi) Your husband's here.
He's brought Claire.
Nothing personal, but save your breath.
- Don't you think
- It's like Psychiatry Corner in here.
Don't you ever realise when you're on to a loser? No.
Pretty, aren't they? I don't know why everyone seems to think it's remarkable I don't love my baby.
Lots of women don't, you know.
You only have to read the papers to realise that.
We're a nation of child haters.
I'm just one of millions.
People like you can't stand it, can you? Motherhood's gotta be gussied up with a load of sentimental crap and soft
-focus slush.
Can't afford to be sentimental and work here.
The bloody irony is I thought I wanted the baby.
I didn't realise.
My God, if only they told you what it could be like.
The noise.
And after that, the boredom.
That's the choice you get.
Noise or boredom.
Things get better.
They get older and then I'm sure it gets easier.
When they can talk Don't start all that!
- Why does nobody listen?
- We do try.
- If we ever get the time.
- Not about this! Nobody wants to hear it.
Course they don't.
Oh, she's suicidal.
Bung her off to occupational therapy.
Let her make a wicker basket and she'll be as right as rain! Don't be daft.
I bet you hate me, don't you? You all hate me because I don't love my baby.
I don't hate you.
- Maybe you hate yourself.
- Oh, very bloody clever! (Sobs) (Mrs Patel weeping)
- You Amrit's sister?
- Yes.
Look, I gotta tell you what happened.
(Clive) Claims he's made ã15 already.
- How is he gonna give that back?
- He can't.
Put it in the blind box.
Course, now he's walking around like a lost saint trying to find his halo.
Anyone would think I k*lled his brother the way he looks at me.
- Wrong comparison.
- Who are you talking about? Kuba, he tried to organise a raffle to raise money for a new ventilator.
Oh, how sweet.
Exactly what I said.
And if all you high
-principled men stopped fussing,
- he would carry on without a hitch.
- Yeah, but it's against the rules.
Oh, come on, Clive! Sod the rules! Come on, where is your sense of spontaneity? It's not as if he is running around the place dropping his trousers every five minutes.
What does that have to do with it, huh? You know what I mean.
He's trying to do good.
Sometimes, you treat him like he's some subnormal species.
That's a load of rubbish.
Just he acts like an ass at times, that's all.
Well, we all do.
Let's just call a truce.
God, I could get into this, you know.
I feel like I feel like Mother Teresa, sitting here, dishing out the morals, handing out Well, don't get into it too much, we need you out there.
- Bad night?
- It's bloody awful.
Full of people hiding things or misunderstanding things.
- That sounds familiar.
- You see, that's what I miss.
- The Megan Roach approach.
- The Megan Roach approach? (Distant shouting) Christ It's probably just a wino.
(Shouting continues) (Girl) I was the one looking after Amrit!
- I was the one who brought him here!
- Was Amrit on dr*gs?
- Yes, he was on dr*gs.
- The Patels in the crash room! Give me a minute.
I'll be right back, OK?
- Ewart, it's the Patels.
We've got trouble.
- (Shouting continues)
- Take it easy.
- You gave him dr*gs!
- dr*gs! None of you told us!
- It wasn't me!
- You lied to us!
- (Charlie) Nobody lied.
- Your doctor lied to us.
- Miss Patel, calm down!
- (Rama shouting in Hindi)
- OK, come on.
(Charlie) Come on, take a seat.
Come on, sit down.
- Gillian?
- Dad, I wanted to speak for a second.
- Sorry, I was taking a break.
- (Mrs Patel weeping)
- Who's this?
- She brought the boy in.
- Is that the mother?
- Yeah.
- Are you with a patient, Baz?
- No.
Calm Mrs Patel down and take her to my office.
With you in a moment.
Is there any reason why this young lady has to stay?
- No.
- Get Susie to call a cab.
- We haven't got an address.
- Then find one! All right, let's try and get you home, shall we? Come on.
Sorry, I'm going to be a bit tied up for a moment.
Erm, why don't you wait in the staff room?
- I didn't know it would be so busy.
- Of course, that's fine.
- Do you mind waiting?
- I really just Look, unless you give us an address, we can't get you home.
Eh?
- Ewart!
- Glad to see you've not lost touch.
You know my daughter, Gillian? She dropped in to say hello.
I'm going to be tied up so I thought she could wait in here.
Yes, of course, come in and make yourself at home.
Thanks.
Right, I'll leave you two together.
Shouldn't be long.
Were you the one who cleaned me up when I was brought in? Yes.
I'm not supposed to be here at all, you know.
I'm in for an operation! I should be upstairs in my ward, tucked up in bed like a good girl.
But you know what they say about doctors and nurses, don't you?
- Erm, cup of tea?
- Oh, it's all right.
No, come on, you sit down.
I'll do it.
I could do with a stretch.
Wheelchair.
Only for sympathy votes! I shouldn't have come.
- He won't be long.
- No, I mean He must be a hard man to track down.
Working at nights, and everything.
Yeah.
He is.
Well, I know.
I had the same problem with my husband, Ted.
He works the same hours as I do.
Look, I think I'm gonna go.
- Tell him I'll ring him.
- Are you sure that's best? I mean, I know it's none of my business.
But what happened the other night and you're here now He might feel very strange if you just leave.
He wouldn't give a toss.
Whatever that girl told you, it was not possible to save his life.
The dr*gs he took probably k*lled him before he reached us.
Dr Samuels tried to resuscitate him, as we always do.
- You're hiding something.
- I'm telling you the truth.
- Why ask the girl about the dr*gs?
- We need to find out what was taken.
If you found out, then why couldn't you save him? As I've explained, it was already too late for anything to be done.
The girl said the nurse ran out.
If it was too late, why did he run out?
- He probably didn't know
- He probably didn't know? What kind of hospital has nurses not knowing what's wrong with patients?
- It isn't as simple
- My brother's dead! I'm being treated like an idiot who'll never understand.
Have you any idea how patronising you sound?
- Miss Patel
- I don't care about your good intentions.
My brother's dead because you weren't quick enough.
That is negligence and I intend to take you to court.
You are upset and you have every reason to be.
You're making it worse for yourself by thinking like this.
I am quite in command of my emotions, thank you.
Maybe you should sort out some of your own thinking because I intend to make you pay for this mistake.
And you will need all the excuses you can find.
- (Speaking Hindi)
- Miss Patel, please sit down.
- Ewart
- Miss Patel.
Mrs Did you do neurological obs on the boy? Yes, but he had a good pulse and normal pressure.
- I was treating it as OD or alcohol.
- Sit down.
I want all the details when you complete the casualty card.
Write that while it's fresh in your mind.
- Who let that girl talk to them?
- God knows, I certainly didn't.
If he cares, he's got a bloody odd way of showing it.
I mean, he can't even touch me without having to pat me like a dog.
It's nearly two weeks since I've been back.
He hasn't even bothered to ring me.
I don't know what he thinks he's waiting for.
Oh, it's the same with Mum, when she left.
He just does nothing.
Stands there, soaking it all up.
And everyone says, "Poor Ewart, he's so overworked, so patient.
" You try living with it.
Sent Mum round the twist.
That's why I had to get out.
She was on 10mg of Valium a day last year.
That's not marriage.
That's a farce.
- Yes, I mean lots of
- Sorry.
I've got to go.
- How quickly did the Reg get there?
- Couple of minutes.
No, longer.
I don't know.
The dr*gs and alcohol k*lled him before anything could be done?
- Yeah?
- But all the signs were normal.
Could it have been a subarachnoid haemorrhage? I know, chance in a million.
I saw one once, same symptoms exactly.
Young girl using amyl nitrite.
Ruptured a blood vessel the minute she sniffed it.
We'll know from the postmortem.
But whatever the prognosis, there was nothing else you could've done? No.
- We've got a visitor for you.
- How many times must I tell you?
- I don't want my baby.
- All right.
I just thought
- Nurse, got a sec?
- Oh Um, I'll pop back in a minute, all right?
- Yeah, what is it?
- That's right.
Discuss me behind my back! Patronising sods.
I've got a guy who's a fighter.
Need an extra pair of hands.
- He's pretty mean, I tell you.
- Right Wait till you touch him.
(Gurgling and whimpering) (Baby crying) Thanks.
What do you want to do about the attempted su1c1de?
- Er
- (Baby crying) We'd better admit her for tonight.
What are we supposed to do? We'll need the GP to see if there's a history.
- I'll let the baby go with the husband.
- What?
- Forget it.
- (Woman) Get it out of here.
Get that baby out of here! Playing our song.
- (Baby crying in distance)
- She's gone.
Got tied up with Maintenance.
- Did she say anything?
- A bit, yes.
- She's a strange child.
- She's not a child, Ewart! No, of course not.
I was thinking maybe that if you phone her, give her a ring, I think she might appreciate that.
I've been meaning to.
I've just been dealing with a mother who's lost her child.
Total misunderstanding.
Crossed wires everywhere.
Do you think everyone has a time where they think, where's it all gone wrong?
- Sounds corny, I know.
- No, it doesn't.
I've been arguing with some particularly stupid bureaucrats.
It's always the same thing.
Closure.
I sit there on the phone, at a meeting, and I think, what in heaven's name am I doing here? But I stay, of course.
You lot.
What we stand for.
I mean, if Gillian could only understand that a bit better Ewart, you are her dad not her employer.
Right? You should be in bed.
(Baby whimpering) Ewart! I want Megan in her bed right now.
It's 1 :30 in the morning.
She has an operation in 12 hours' time.
A squeak out of Sister Philips, I'll refer you personally to the administrator.
As long as you don't blame Megan, it wasmy idea.
Nobody else would think of doing anything so stupid! Ha! Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of my employers and colleagues, I thank you for a particularly pleasant evening.
I won't b*at about the bush.
It's been a joy! And may the best cockroach win.