(Television on, baby crying)
(Baby crying)
(Turns up sound) ..knees together, block off your nose and mouth...
(Baby screaming)
It's in great nick. I could get four grand for this.
(Brakes screech)
- Good brakes, an' all. - Yeah, just testing.
Pull the birds.
I tell you what, let's call it three and a half, eh? To you.
I had this bloke, he bought one of these. Changed his life completely.
Everyone else in my class is going.
I promised your mum, Tina.
What do they have to have auditions at night for?
I suppose you think I'm lyin'.
- Don't be daft. - Then why won't you let me go?
- I hate you. - Tina!
All right, then. If you do your homework, you can go.
But I'm taking you there and fetching you back after, all right?
California?
Be nice to go to somewhere special, wouldn't it?
Yeah. But there must be other special places that aren't quite so far.
- What's wrong with far? - Know how much I earn?
I wasn't suggesting you should pay.
No, Pete.
(Sighs) Why ever not? I earn three times as much as you. I'd hardly notice it.
- That's not the point. - What is, then?
I'm not trying to trade it in for anything. Like commitment.
I just want us to have a good time.
Call it my contribution to the NHS.
Try the scanner appeal.
(Whistling a tune)
(Shouts angrily in Polish)
Ah.
Don't you want to come on holiday with me?
Course I do, Pete.
I just want to pay my own way.
I expect you'll start insisting on being on top now.
What do I see in you?
(Giggles) Come here!
- How's your mum? - All right.
- She gonna have that hip replacement? - I don't know.
All right for some.
(Television on in the background)
- Mum? - Oh, is that you, love?
(Sighs) Who else?
I fell over.
Let me get you up.
Come on, Mum, you know you can do it.
Oh, careful.
(Groans)
There. There you are.
- How long have you been like that, eh? - I'd just put me handkerchiefs on to boil.
Oh, that's what that smell is!
I got you a box of tissues!
(Babble of excited children)
Go on, then, be a star!
- 9:30 here. No hanging around, right? - (Girl) Thank you!
- All right, Mr Craig? - All right, boys?
I just said no.
California? Fancy turning that down.
- (Boys shout aggressively) - We are here!
Dr Tomlinson, a young lad needs a tetanus injection.
- I can't contact the parents. - Evenin', all.
- Megan, I'll speak to you later. - You are not allowed to be here.
- He's got a cut, see? - You must go to the reception desk be...
Let's have a look at that.
You're won't bleed to death from that so sit over there and wait your turn.
I'll bring you something to stick on it, all right?
Do you want this seen to or don't you?
(Cyril) Megan.
Oh, Jah! Rasta ma-a-a-n! Whoa!
(Laughter)
If she'd broken something, you'd never forgive yourself.
- You all right, Mrs Whiting? - I keep telling you I'm all right.
- I don't think she has. - I dunno what all the fuss is about.
We just wanna make sure, Mrs Whiting. Better to be safe than sorry, eh?
Sometimes I think it'd be the best thing. Been waiting for a new hip two years.
Not that it'd do much good now, she's gone that downhill.
I'm sure you're wrong about that, Mrs Everett.
Says in this magazine, see, all these pills they have to take,
that old people, they can't get rid of the poison.
- Ohhhh! - Stop doing that.
- We see everyone in turn, all right? - Oh, yeah?
So why's she queue-jumping, then?
This is Mrs Lilian Whiting, aged 79. She lives on her own.
She was found on the floor by her daughter.
She'd been there for two hours unable to get up.
She suffers from severe arthritis. She's on the waiting list for a hip operation.
How do you feel, Mrs Whiting? Lot of pain?
- No more than usual. - That's not what you said earlier.
That's cos I couldn't find me pills.
- What pills are they? - Red ones!
OK. We'll have Mrs Whiting in number two.
Fair enough. Come along, then, Mrs Whiting.
Sorry.
(Phone rings)
Come on, Toad, let's go.
Yeah, come on.
Wait a minute. Come on, then.
(EastEnders theme tune playing, outside door closes)
(Woman) Darn buses.
It would have been quicker to walk.
Smells nice.
Billow's had some trifles. Sell-by date was yesterday, but they're all right.
I took one each so we can all make pigs of ourselves.
I said Tina could go to the auditions for the school show.
What?
It seemed like a good idea, you know.
Give her an interest.
She used to be a lovely little dancer.
I hope you're right.
Hello, girls.
'Scuse me, mate.
- Phwor! 'Ere, I think he's done a packet! - (Laughter)
- Will you please stop? - (Youth sneers)
(Baby crying)
Mrs Whiting, could you raise your leg for me as high as you can?
- Well done. - See what I mean?
(Baby crying)
Megan.
- What's the problem? - She says the baby fell out the window.
- Queen's Reach Tower. - What's the name?
- Mrs Hewitt. And the baby's Sean. - Hewitt and Sean.
- (Baby cries) - Hello, Mrs Hewitt.
Hello. I hear Sean fell out of a window.
- Yeah. - How did he get up there?
Wasn't there, was I, or I'd have stopped him.
Fine. Just pop him up here so I can have a look at him, please.
I'll make sure he won't fall again, don't worry.
You must have brought him here cos you want him seen to.
That's it. Thank you. I'll just take his coat off.
Well, you take it off for me.
(Baby cries)
I want to see what the X-rays are like.
Could be a fracture, but it's my guess it's just arthritis and she can't cope.
- (Yobs shouting and chanting) - I'll have a word with her daughter.
- Have fun. - I'll remember you in my will.
Dr Tomlinson, please come and have a look at the boy in the cubicle here.
His mum claims he fell out of a window, but I don't believe that.
He's covered in bruises and they live in Queen's Reach Tower.
- I'm afraid she'll do a bunk. Could you... - Yeah, sure.
(Train going past)
- Ha ha! - (Train whistle)
- (Coughing) - (Boy) Go on, give us a sniff!
(Boy shouts) Dead!
- (Boy shouts, girl screams) - Give!
- (Girl) Ahhh! - (Boy shouts) Give!
- Give! - Shut up, will you? It's mine!
- (Girl laughs) - Give! It's mine!
- (Girl) It's mine, all right? - (Boys shout)
- (Girl) It's mine! - Go on, go on, get in!
- Bastard! - Get in there!
(Raucous laughter)
- Look at him! - (Girl screaming)
We should get a paediatrician to look at him.
- What? - Another doctor.
- Who specialises with children. - Is something wrong?
Well, Sean is very badly bruised. That's why you brought him in here.
- But bruises don't harm, do they? - They can, yes.
- I want to take him home! - Don't do that, you'll hurt him.
You won't have to wait long, I promise. I'll call him right away.
I'm not an expert with children. I could've missed something.
- You do have to be careful with babies. - Well, can we go after?
Providing the paediatrician agrees, of course.
- Come on, come on, get out! - (Boys laughing and shouting)
- Come on! - (Boy) I'll kill you, you bastard!
- This is brilliant! - (Laughter)
- (Girl) Toad. - What?
- Peter? - (Girl) Jason!
What?
Oi.
Stop mucking about.
(Train passing by)
I go round there as soon as I can, when I've got the kids off.
Get her up, give her her breakfast and that, tidy up.
Then I go back after work, give her her tea and put her to bed.
- Doesn't she have a home help? - Oh, yeah. Well, twice a week.
Meals On Wheels for her dinner. Well, I can't get away.
Not that that solves much.
How long's she been this immobile?
- About a year. - And what's Dr Drummond say?
- Who? - The specialist.
Oh, we don't see him. It's always some foreigner. You know, different ones.
- How old are your children? - My daughter's married. I'm a grandma.
Then there's the twins. They're 15.
- Husband? - He buggered off.
That's why I have to go out to work.
Might it be easier if you had your mother at home with you?
I don't think she'd like that.
She claims he fell out of a window, but it looks like an NAI to me.
I think we'll need to take out a place of safety order for him,
but obviously I need your opinion.
Great. Thank you.
- How's our friend? - He's all right.
- I've cleaned him up. - Good. Does he need stitches?
Mainly in his mouth!
- Mrs Whiting? - Yeah.
Can't see any sign of a fracture. Can you?
No, unfortunately.
What are we gonna do? Send her home for another year? Until she does break it.
- Try some water. - She's wet.
She ain't half making a weird noise.
- I'm going home. - You can't, Toad.
- (Rasping breaths) - Don't leave me.
Come on, then. She'll be all right. Come on, Paul.
Is that more comfortable for you now?
- What did you bring me back here for? - So the doctor can see you.
Well, the doctor's seen me already.
- What have you done with my clothes? - Got 'em here, Mum.
Is it time to go home now?
The doctor's looking at your X-ray, then we'll decide what seems best.
What do you mean?
We're worried that you're having problems getting about.
What problem? You've been talking to her.
What have you said? What have you done?
- You think you'll get rid of me. - Don't be silly.
It's all a pack of lies. She knows I ain't got nothing wrong with me.
She's fed-up, that's why she got the ambulance.
- Not true! I was worried, I get worried. - She's sick and tired, she always says!
Wouldn't you bloody be? Every soddin' day, getting her up, changing her bed.
Emptying her stinking commode! Making her food! Do I ever get a word of thanks?
I'm tired out, Mum, I'm sorry! Yes, I do need a break.
- So you can go off with your fancy man! - Why shouldn't I, you old bitch?
Hey, come back here.
How can she say such things to her mother?
Exhaustion. Desperation.
Where I come from, you love your parents.
- You take care of them. - She hasn't done too badly.
But, Charlie, she doesn't want her.
My mum's got it.
- Pardon? - Arthritic hip.
- Ah. - Not as bad as that, but...
- Well, not very pleasant. - You either get better anyway or snuff it.
Jenny Wilde?
Yeah, she's had it for years.
A mixture of aspirin and willpower, she's managed to stay on her feet.
- Now the whole thing's blown up. - (Yobs shouting)
Finds it very difficult to walk even now. The pills are not much good any more.
I'm sorry.
That's life.
- Will she have to have an operation? - The old lady?
No, your mother.
- She's on a waiting list. - Ah.
But surely, Charlie, you've got enough money to pay.
Don't tell me you bought this stupid Cadillac?
And leave the Mrs Whitings of this world to stew, eh?
0.5 of Tet-Tox, OK?
- What? - Means I've got to give you an injection.
- You? - Don't worry, I won't eat you.
- (Yobbish jeering in waiting area) - (Yob) Hello, Rastaman!
A charmer like you should find himself some new friends.
- He could be dead for all you care! - We're dealing with him as quickly...
- (Everyone shouts at once) - Hey, hey, listen. Listen!
Your mate will have a tetanus injection, then stitches.
He should be ready in half to three-quarters of an hour, OK?
You want a fight?
- No, I just want to do my job. - (Jeering laughter) Jah!
They're supposed to be looking after patients, not playing at riot control.
A lot of time gets wasted and time is money.
How much is a security guard gonna cost? 6,000.
- Plus overtime. - Peanuts.
If the police can do the job, it's money down the drain.
They can't. That's the point I'm trying to make.
As often as not, by the time they get there, it's too late.
Usually the damage has been done before we get to the alarm button.
We're supposed to prevent incidents, not turn them into major ones.
I wish I could be as confident as you are that a security guard would be effective.
Does that mean you are having second thoughts?
Give it a trial for 3 months. I'm willing to back down if I'm proved wrong.
- Are you? - But I won't be.
I can't promise anything.
- I still do have to find the money. - Course you do.
- I must get back to my office. - I thought you were coming to my place.
I am. I've just got one or two things to catch up on.
- See you at breakfast. - Don't be rotten.
I shan't be long.
Honestly!
Well, just in case you are...
I had them cut today.
Emergency. Which service do you require?
Ambulance.
- (Keith) What do we know? - Girl lying by a bridge.
(Shirley) All right, put on the two-toners.
(Siren)
Abandoned call.
Operator thought it was a kid calling. Ten-to-one it's a hoax.
(Siren)
(Keith) Here it is.
(Woman) It's a mess round here.
- Did they give any idea where? - Nah, not a sausage.
(Woman) What's that?
It's her, I think.
She's been in the river.
Hello, my love. You all right?
Can you hear me all right, my love?
- Can I have an airway? - What size?
Three.
Thanks.
Gag isn't too good.
Can you get a sucker?
(Pupils singing)
Hardly anything coming out.
- I'll never forgive myself. - Now, you're not to worry.
We're looking after her. These things happen.
Yeah, she is better off here.
(Glass shattering)
I'll come and visit tomorrow. What time?
We'll try and get her a bed in the geriatric ward. Any time between two and seven.
I'll come after work, then.
(Yobs shouting)
- OK, Mr Plimmer? - Fascists!
- What on earth's going on? - Just the lads having a jolly night out.
Nothing broken.
OK.
Let's go.
(Man's voice over radio)
- 3002 to Control. Priority message. - (Woman) Priority. Go ahead. Over.
One female, aged approximately 12, 13, unconscious and breathing difficulties.
ETA Holby General four to five minutes.
- (Baby crying) - OK, we'll keep her in overnight.
- See you. - Bye.
- Yeah? - (Baby crying)
If you work on the night shift, Karen, you don't go in for lunch
or is it all so long ago?
What time are you leaving?
Why don't I just give you a ring...
- For breakfast? - (Baby crying)
- You don't wanna... - Holby Control to Holby Casualty.
That's the emergency radio. Ambulance call.
Yeah, I've gotta go. I'll see you then, then. Bye.
- Sorry, what have we got? - Mrs Whiting will go to the geri ward.
- They'll put her in obs overnight. - Excuse me.
Excuse me. Thanks, thank you.
- Is Tina still in there, love? - The cleaner.
We found her near the bank.
No way of knowing if she got herself up or was dragged.
I got precious little up on suction.
(Mary) Poor air entry. No reason.
A few crackles in the right base. And you saw no one?
- No. - She was by a bit of Refresher wrapper.
OD'd on Refreshers, eh?
Pupils reactive...
but unequal.
She doesn't smell of anything.
- What have we got? - Possibly partial drowning.
Unconscious and dyspnoeic since arrival.
(Rhythmic bleeping)
We need to get in blood gases.
What's wrong?
Put down a naso-gastric tube. Bleep the radiographer for a chest X-ray and skull.
- That's what we're trying to discover. - BM's 45.
Blood sugar's all right, then.
(Monitor bleeping)
- Damn. - Shall I have a go?
No. Got it.
OK. Just press on that now.
That's it.
Take that to ITU.
She's starting to throw off the odd ectopic.
(Bleeping)
What's your objection? You brought Sean here because you were worried.
Surely the sensible thing is to take our advice.
It'll only be for a few days. Parents can visit anytime in the children's ward.
- But... - But what?
Nothing. I said I don't wanna leave him, right?
Mrs Hewitt, both Dr Tomlinson and I are concerned
that Sean's injuries were not caused in the way you claimed.
That's not true! You're not having him! You've no right! I'm his mum!
Please, Mrs Hewitt, you're upsetting Sean.
If you won't agree, then I'm afraid we'll be forced to take it out of your hands.
- You all right? - Yes, fine.
- She's dropped her BP. - She's having runs of VEs.
I think she's about to go off. Don't you think we should intubate?
I saw her go in.
Oh, how could she?
No one had seen her at all?
No.
What about them lads? Did you see them?
No.
You should never have let her go.
- You agreed it was a good idea. - Bit late to disagree, wasn't it?
She might not be with them.
You don't know it was like, watching her day in, day out. She said she hated us.
No, well... I happen to be out earning a living.
- She was starting to be herself again. - That's what I thought...
Oh, you.
You're so bloody gormless.
Really we need a place of safety order put on the child as soon as possible.
We can hang on that long, Inspector. Thanks.
OK, I'll deal with that. Listen, we've got some problems with a girl in resus.
- I wonder if you'd mind having a look. - All right.
They're going to take him away from me, I know!
It's just a few days in hospital, that's all.
They'll never let him come back, ever.
Come on, you're being silly now.
They just want to do the best for Sean and you must want that, too.
It would help if you told us the truth about what happened.
Aw.
Here, pet.
Here, blow your nose.
Nothing but trouble, aren't they?
Do you know, I've got three lads myself.
I bet you never have a moment's peace, do you?
No.
- Can I help? - I'm looking for Tina Craig.
- Who? - Tina Craig. She came in an ambulance.
- These are the results of the crash. - Inspector Bryant.
- The place of safety order. - Yes, come on through.
He gets on his nerves.
Gets on mine.
Always grizzling.
I always have to get up in the night. Always. Tony doesn't like that.
I suppose not being his...
When he lost his job... You can't get away from it in that flat.
I tell him he mustn't, but...
- Does he threaten you? - He says he'll go.
Would that be so terrible?
How often does he punish Sean?
Promise you won't let 'em take him away!
They're in here, Inspector.
Bitch! You bitch!
(Cries)
It's all right. I'm not the law. I only want to talk to you.
- Let go! - Who was that kid you wanted?
I need to know. We've got a girl in there who's unconscious, she could be dying.
She's about 12. They found her by Austin Bridge. Did you pull her out of the river?
What was she doing?
I've seen the mud on your shoes. You know her.
- We need to know what happened. - I don't know, I just found her!
- She's gone into VF. - Defibrillator, please.
50 joules.
OK, is everybody clear?
Did she go under?
Why did she go in the water?
Had she been taking something?
What was it? You'd been sniffing something, hadn't you?
Look, I won't tell.
We need to know her name and address. We need her mum and dad. Please!
Tina Craig! They live on the River Estate. I don't know what house! They hate me!
Thanks.
- Might she die? - She might.
Crap! We done it loads of times before! She was OK after!
Did she look it? What did she inhale?
- Lighter fuel. - Oh, God.
- Is it all right to go in? - All right, Cyril?
- Yeah. - Give you a break, Ewart?
- No, I'm fine. - Get me 50mg lignocaine
and 25ml sodium bicarb.
Dr Silver, the inspector needs to see you about the place of safety order.
- Can you deal with him, Mary? - She's inhaled lighter fuel.
- Then went in the river? - (Cyril) 50 lignocaine.
- Over here, Cyril. - How's she doing?
The place of safety order covers eight days, that's all.
Someone from Social Services will come round and arrange a case conference.
See what's best for Sean.
Between your family doctor and us
and yourself if you so desire.
That'll be within three days.
In the meantime, you're entitled to see Sean as often as you wish.
The only rule is that you must not take him away from the hospital.
Do you understand?
I'm Dr Tomlinson. Dr Silver wasn't available.
Now, my dear, don't you think it's time we got Sean into bed?
Go up to the ward. You can stay with him till he falls asleep.
We do now have the right to keep Sean in hospital
so it'd be much better if you'd help us.
Come on, Sean needs his sleep and these good ladies have work to do.
If you don't want to take Sean to the ward, let Nurse Roach do it.
- All right? - (Babies cries)
Megan.
Look, Mrs Hewitt, why don't you try to be sensible?
- Take him, Megan. - (Baby cries)
Ohhh!
(Mrs Hewitt shouts) She's taken my baby!
(Sobs loudly)
- What's going on? - We're moving you
- somewhere more comfortable. - What do you wanna do that for?
That is much nicer than here. Plenty of peace and quiet.
- I get peace and quiet at home. - Yeah.
Here, here, Mr Kuba.
I don't need my daughter, you know. I can manage on me own.
OK, OK.
Mr and Mrs Craig?
- Yes. - Hello.
If you'd just like to wait a minute, I'll find someone who can put you in the picture.
Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop.
Are you and Benjamin Bunny going to go to sleep for me?
There's a good boy. Do you want to kiss Wilfred good night?
Mwah.
OK?
There's a good boy.
Sleep tight.
(Chuckles)
(Baby) Look!
- Bye-bye. - (Baby gurgles)
Bye, you. Go to sleep.
Thanks, Judy.
Mr and Mrs Craig. I'm Ewart Plimmer, I'm a consultant here.
I've arranged for some tea for you.
Well, I imagine the police constable hasn't told you very much.
Tina was brought in in an ambulance unconscious.
We're doing everything we can for her, but it's only fair to tell you she's very ill.
She's far from being out of the wood yet.
What does that mean?
- Well... - In plain English.
Mike.
Are you trying to tell us she's dying?
It is possible.
What do you think... What happened?
We think she inhaled lighter fuel.
Oh, Jesus.
Jesus God.
We did everything. Watching her like hawks.
We threw out all... You know, even the hairspray.
Oh, now I have to go and...
Little bastards!
If she does, I'll...I'll murder...
Oh, I'm sorry, Sheila. I'm sorry.
(Continuous whine from monitor)
Stop a moment, please.
No output.
- What do you think? - Pupils are up.
One more try.
- I don't think it's any use. - How long have we been going for?
- Hour and ten. - She's still asystolic. No output.
I think we should stop.
All agree?
23.24.
I'm afraid I've got some very bad news for you.
Tina died about five minutes ago.
No!
She must have become unconscious very quickly.
She couldn't have suffered at all.
What did we do?
I know we had to put the welfare of the child first.
If they tried to take one of mine away, I'd have done the same thing.
- All right? - No.
Her home help, over the years, probably cost more than a hip replacement.
- Yeah, the council's money, not ours. - (Mrs Whiting) Nurse.
I think I need the toilet.
All right, pet.
- Are they all right? - They need to be alone for a bit.
Yeah, course. Would you excuse me?
She's dead.
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Oh, now, come on. Shh, shh, shh, shh. Come on, now.
It's all right, it'll be all right.
It's all right, it's all right.
(Suzanne Vega) * Solitude stands by the window
* She turns her head as I walk in the room
* I can see by her eyes... *
- Sorry. - Wrong way, it's time to go home!
I know, but my baby's on the way!
- Morning. - What are you doing here?
- Who's your mad friend? - Eh?
Oh, Keith. His wife's just about to give birth.
- Lucky man. - Mm.
OK?
Oh, tired.
I thought I might take the morning off.
Make sure we're still friends.
I'll see if I can fit you in.
- Need a lift, mate? - No, thanks. I'm waiting for somebody.
Yeah? It's a mug's game.
(Cyril chuckles)
Sorry.
- Will the caff do? - Oh, yeah.
That's one place I won't miss.
- I thought you weren't gonna turn up. - Hoped.
- Well, you weren't very encouraging. - It was a pig of a night.
Oh, did you hear about your job?
- Bit soon. - Yeah.
- I suppose so. - Here, that's not bad.
- You've got a car. - Yeah, not one that goes, though.
Doesn't look like that goes either.
Oh, I don't know. It does have a certain je ne sais quoi.
- What, rust? - Yeah, that an' all.
600 quid, that's not bad.
- Pretty solid. - Yeah.
Creature comforts.
- You got something to write on? - Yeah, what for?
Phone number.
- Hey, that's not... - That's mine in London.
Thought you were gonna get a Cadillac, what with all this money you've made.
Yeah, well, plans change, don't they?