(Man on radio) Hardy annuals can be grown in a window box
and large pots outside a north-facing kitchen door.
A large walnut tree takes away most of the...
- (Static) - Maggie, I was listening to that!
You haven't got a garden, Guy!
Well, I'm planning on one.
(* Classical music)
(Man sings along) * Pum padum padum padum padum padum pa
(All) * Padum padum padum padum padum padum pum padum pada
* Padum pada * Boom boom
* Padum padum padum padum pa
* Pum padum padum padum padum pa
* Padum padum padum padum padum pa-da
* Da-da-da da-da-da-da... *
- Please, maestro. - Yeah!
(Cheering and whooping)
Long Bredy, home of the lesser-spotted long weedy.
What do you call this, Guy, designer boilersuit?
- Ow! - What's he got underneath?
(American) Little pink jockeys on blue horses.
Now we know, you handsome hunk.
- They were a present. - Yeah, but not for caving.
Come on, boys and girls, you too, Guy, this way for the sunset dip.
* Hi-ho hi-ho, it's off to work we go *
Guy, I think you've got my helmet.
Just can't stop you dressing in women's clothes.
Does your mother know about this problem? Got the tackle bag, fellas?
Boy, you guys are gonna love this.
This is the easy part,
but it's a lot of fun in there.
Are you asking me to refer to her first?
- Tonight, yes. - I don't think she can handle it.
That's my decision.
* You're not as classy as that wee lassie
* Oh, oh, oh, what a girl
* If you knew Susie, like I know Susie *
No singing in my department, all right?
- All right. - Thank you.
It'll be better if Duffy takes over while Charlie's here to act as a safety net.
Not that I think she needs a safety net, mind you.
- OK. - Duffy is a very good nurse.
Excuse me.
What about that tetanus in three?
I can't do it if that's her attitude.
Duffy, it's none of her business. It's my decision.
- She thinks I'm... - What I think is, you're senior nurse.
You're more than capable, end of argument.
- Congratulations, sister. - Thanks, Kuba.
- No problem? - No.
- Dr Parks is sick. - Thanks.
- The best! - Cyril!
Sorry, what was the name?
Richard Huggins.
Your address?
(Slurred) I've been waitin' 'ere an hour and a... an hour, an hour and a half.
Would you take a seat, Mr Turner? It won't be much longer.
26 Dudridge Road. How long do I have to wait?
- Duffy? - Hello.
- Oh, that's nasty, how'd you do that? - Oh, I bumped into some guttering.
Right, I'll deal with this one first.
Would you like to pop along to cubicle three? I'll be with you in a minute.
It's just round the corner.
Oh, sorry.
- Careful. - I will, yeah.
(Siren)
Move back, please.
You all right, mate?
Ah, yes, sorry.
All right, love, eh?
We need the oxygen.
Can you hear me? Just flicker your eyes.
Just flicker your eyes, love. Good girl, good girl.
You're going to be all right now.
That was down Longhorton - were you on that trip, Guy?
No.
Doesn't he ever give it a break?
(Mimics American accent) In New Jersey, they never give it a break.
(Both laugh)
I heard that, Guy.
Whoops.
Can I take this?
Do your porters usually run over people's feet?
- Yeah. - Drunk in four wants his mammy.
All right, I won't be a tick.
Could've ended up with broken legs.
Oh, dear.
Duffy, where's the ECG machine?
I left it for you in six. Mr Huggins, thank you.
This might sting a little bit, OK?
- Ow! - All right. OK.
- * Would you like to be... - All right, that's enough. Out, OK?
- * Giving a bed bath to me... * - Not very. Out.
- Evening, Andy. - Got a DOA for Dr Tomlinson.
OK, Jonno, headfirst or feet first?
Take your pick.
Come on Johnny, you know it's headfirst.
(Laughs) What are you doing in there, Matthew?
Let's just hope it can swim.
- What did you say? - Let's just hope it can swim.
Erm, could you just give me some help here? Put that there. Thank you.
If you could hold this tray for me.
Right.
Just get your hair round.
I've warmed the water so it shouldn't be too much of a shock, OK?
- Can you still feel it? - Oh, definitely. It really tickles.
It must be running around in there.
- Just try to hold still, will you? - It's difficult, I can't stop twitching.
- You were pruning the roses, you say? - Mm.
It's never happened before?
Right.
(Maggie) Oh, my God, it's fabulous!
(Man) Wow!
(Jonno) Yeah, well, we should be going now.
Give us a break, we just got here. Let's have a look.
It's not that fabulous. There's plenty of other stuff to look at.
Listen, Jonno, we know you've seen it all
and done it all before, but we haven't, OK?
- Let's think of other people for a change. - Guy!
Hang onto her till her relatives arrive.
- Yeah. - You all right?
Yeah.
Why is it you always know the answer when someone else takes the decision?
And when it's you, you get the what ifs, the buts?
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Pretend you're somebody else, and then whatever you decide to do, be clear.
- Right, what's next? - I'd like you to do the suturing in two.
Off again, Andy?
They're getting their money's worth tonight.
Karen, could you pop back when you've got a minute?
Are you all right?
Did you know that spiders can swim?
Yeah.
Yup, I think I'll free-climb.
Don't be stupid, Guy.
- This isn't a school outing. - I know.
Why do you always take over?
You can't bear it if other people want to do something you don't wanna do.
- Guy! - Well, let me tell you something, Guy.
You can't stand it when somebody actually knows more than you do
and that's a national problem.
(Maggie) For Christ's sake,
this is a day out and we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves!
- Shall we make a move then? - Yeah, I'm coming, Bill.
Look, Guy, I just don't need this.
Watch the overhang.
Maggie?
- Tight rope! - Maggie!
Jesus, Bill, lower the lifeline!
- I can't. - What's happening to her?
(Bill) It's getting stuck.
- Aargh! - Bill, what do I do?
Lower her down. Gently.
- You got her, Guy? - You all right?
- I'll go get a rescue team, all right? - Yeah.
How long will it be?
I don't know, Guy, but I wouldn't hold your breath.
The police haven't the manpower to patrol the place seven nights a week.
Some patients refuse treatment because they're afraid of the police.
- I'm aware of that. - Good.
But I'm not satisfied with the private security companies I've investigated.
How effective is a panic button to the police?
Not quick enough. What on earth?
Then what do you suggest?
I want security for my department without creating a prison.
- How we achieve that is your job. - I was hoping we might discuss it.
(Groans)
You don't look...too good, Jonno.
That's because I don't feel too good, Guy.
- I'm... I'm sorry about... - Forget it.
I was giving you some stick.
Just look after Maggie, don't worry about me. She needs to be kept warm.
Come on, Bill, hurry up.
Mr Huggins, sorry, the doctor's been delayed a little bit.
- I've been here ages. - It's one of those nights.
If you'll just pop up to X-ray, she'll sort you out when you get back.
- Ah, Kuba... - Yes.
Can you show Mr Huggins where X-ray is?
- Don't you ever knock? - No knockers. Mr Huggins. X-ray.
Round the corner, first left, up the stairs, OK?
What sort of accent do you call that?
I don't get it.
- How'd she get a spider in there? - I dunno. Ask Megan.
Got one as well.
* When you're smiling, when you're smiling... *
- Kuba, can you get round to X-ray? - Coming.
Mrs Jenkins, would you like to come with me?
What can I do, Jonno?
Pray.
I once knew a caver who fell to his death.
As he went past me, all he said was "Aw, shucks."
Never thought I'd have the accident, thought I'd be the hero.
Aw, shucks.
- Which service do you require? - Police.
(Man) Long Bredy police.
Hello? Cave rescue, please, Mark Whitman.
- Aargh! - I'm afraid you're not...
- You try stopping me! - I need one more X-ray.
- Get your hands off me! - Mr Turner!
Aargh!
- All right, miss, I've got him. - (Alarm)
- We've got an alarm. - OK.
Have you got two fives for a 10?
The vending machine keeps spitting my tens out.
Sorry, you'll have to ask at reception.
Get off!
Oi, get your hands off me!
- Calm down. - Calm down, calm down?!
D'you want that one?
Sorry.
- All right? - Yeah.
- Shall I come down? - No.
No offence but we'll move faster without you.
There used to be a time when law-abiding citizens were respected.
- Mr Huggins... - My jacket, please.
Mr Huggins, we aren't going to get anywhere...if you don't calm down.
I am perfectly calm, thank you, and I'm going home.
- Mr Huggins... - Don't you speak to me.
- We haven't treated you yet. - Everything all right?
Yes, fine.
- Before I go... - Would you mind, Kuba?
Kuba?
Mr Huggins, why don't we start at the beginning?
- Hello. - Hi.
- How are you? - I am not so bad.
- You sure? I'll see you later. - See you later.
See you, love. In and out, in and out, like a bloody yo-yo.
- Is there something I should know? - Whatever it is I'll have some.
- You're a right Jekyll and Hyde. - What do you mean?
Nothing. Mrs Clarkson, please.
- * I wanna be loved by you... * - Sit in the waiting area.
- I'll put a bandage on your wrist soon. - Oh, hurry up, please.
Karen, Mrs Clarkson, cubicle four. Hello, Holby Casualty?
- He's cracked. - Cyril!
He's claiming he was attacked by Kuba. There's some misunderstanding.
- What's the chap's name? - Richard Huggins.
- I'll have a word. - Thank you.
- Duffy, what about the old lady in two? - I'll be with you in a second.
- She's been waiting nearly an hour. - I'll be there as soon as I can, OK?
Charlie Fairhead? Yes, he should... Ah, he's coming towards me now.
- Duffy, everything all right? - Yeah.
Somebody from Cave Rescue says he needs you urgently.
- Hello? - Is he a caver?
Yes, and the Pope's married.
- What's happening? - Some accident down at Long Bredy.
All their usual doctors are out on a major rescue in Wales.
They've got a GP but he's not a caver, so they want Charlie.
This is really important, can you spare me?
OK, but I want you to confirm it with the night nursing officer first.
Mark, I've got to confirm something first but I'll be right with you. All right.
Hold on, if he's going down to the caves, who's doing his enema?
(All) You.
It'll be all right, Maggie. They'll...
They'll be here any minute.
And then they'll take you to hospital
and then you'll be all right.
Jonno?
(Mutters)
- Bill, Bill, is that you? - All right.
Where are they?
Here.
We'll take him first.
What about Maggie? She needs a doctor.
We've got to get Jonno out first. He's got a broken femur and lost a lot of blood.
He might not last much longer.
- She got any breaks you can see? - No.
Good. You stay with her. There's a nurse on his way down.
Nurse? She... she needs a doctor - she's critically ill!
Her greatest danger is hypothermia. You ever used hot air?
(Hissing)
Basically, it's a way of getting hot air into a body to keep the temperature up.
Isn't anyone gonna stay down with me?
You'll be all right, mate. You'll be all right.
All right, Mr Huggins, take two of these after every meal
and if you experience any of these symptoms
come straight back to casualty. Thank you.
- (Wolf-whistles) Tasty. - Not in your league, though, eh?
Mr Rathbone?
My... My wallet's gone.
All right, Guy?
Yeah.
Be glad to get out of this job.
Running around, picking up the pieces after people who just don't think.
Public wet nurses, that's all we are.
I mean, take this lot - cavers. Surprised at you, didn't know you was one as well.
Ferreting around down there like a bloody mole.
Watch your step or I'll take you with me.
No, thanks.
I've seen enough deaths - pointless deaths.
Don't wanna risk my life burrowing.
Beneath that gruff exterior lurked a heart of gold,
a philanthropist the like of which the world had never seen - Andrew Ponting.
Thanks, Andy.
- Please, is your name Turner or... - (Phone)
- Mr Huggins. - Casualty.
- The man stole my wallet. - Mr Huggins, let's take this step by...
Young lady, if you want to avoid being reported yourself,
- I suggest you phone the police. - Mr Huggins, what's the problem now?
Your porter has stolen my wallet.
What if I get Karen and Cyril to check the cubicle?
- Kuba, could I have a word? - Yes. Excuse me.
- Duffy, Dr Tomlinson's looking for you. - Is it urgent?
- I don't know. - If she needs me, she can find me.
Finish your break, then check cubicle three for a wallet.
One of the patients has accused Kuba of stealing it.
- No way! - I know.
The sooner you check the bins, the sooner we clear his name, OK? Thanks.
Susie...what's up?
I needed the money for my flat. He said they were test shots
and promised not to use them.
And whoever sent these had better stay out of my way.
Look at him - there's not an ounce of remorse.
- Mr Huggins, be reasonable. - Shall I call the police?
- No, no. - Mr Plimmer.
All right, will you please follow me, both of you? Come on, Kuba.
Yes, Mr Plimmer.
- Nurse? - Oh, it's OK.
She's lost a lot of blood, she needs help.
- OK, we'll take her to crash. Doctor? - What is going on?
I'm trying to protect my staff from accusations of theft. On the bed, OK?
I thought we were here to deal with sick people.
You seem to forget that that is also part of my job.
So, this is Long Bredy?
Come on, let's put a jerk in it, eh?
- Steady. You got him, Brian? - OK.
Come on.
Hello, Charlie, haven't seen you in a while.
Looks like he's hypovolemic. You've got your hands full.
Charlie, we better get going. You ready?
Be right with you.
Take it easy, bud.
- I just can't believe you did that! - It was a joke.
A very unfunny joke, I mean, what Susie does is her business, not yours.
Would you like it if I sent round pictures of you with your chest expander?
- That's not the point. - It is the point. You had no right!
- All right, I'll apologise. - Yeah.
My last night, tonight.
How long you been at it then?
15 years.
(Laughs) Bet you've got some stories, eh?
So, how long these rescues usually take, then?
One hour.
Ten hours.
(Laughs) Now, there was one chap, oh, huge bloke he was,
got himself stuck in a squeeze, wedged tight.
We got this wire, tied round his ankle,
fixed it to a winch with a half ton weight on it.
Would've shifted a bus, that would. (Laughs)
Still, he wouldn't budge.
The GP wasn't available.
He told her it was just a heavy period.
I want this cross-matched, four units, right away.
And tell the gynae reg we need him now.
Heavy period? She's lost pints.
These places weren't built for people in a hurry.
- How much further is it? - Another three chambers.
Charlie, more haste, less speed.
It's extraordinary, quite extraordinary. Young chap, ooh, right as rain,
and for no apparent reason he wouldn't budge. Sort of coma, see?
20 minutes later, he's dead. Hypothermia, see?
(Ponting) I know.
Mr Plimmer, you know I would never take money. No.
Unfortunately, it's not as simple as that.
Mr Huggins insists you were the only person near his jacket.
Yes, I pick it up and hand it to him.
He insists, so you'll have to make a statement to the police.
Mr Plimmer, you know me. I could never do such a thing.
Kuba, I know you didn't take it but please, bear with me.
This is a form for the hospital solicitors. I'll need you to fill it out.
I'll contact the head porter
and then the police will want to interview you, downstairs.
I'm sorry.
This is really happening.
Mr Turner, that's it, I've had enough of you today.
- Go and sit down. - Give us a kiss.
Cubicle three.
I'll give you a kiss if you behave yourself.
Mr Khan, can I have a word with you, please?
- Susie? - Hold the line. Hello.
- I'm here to see Mr Plimmer. - Yeah, upstairs in his office.
- Megan, can I have a word, please? - No, not just now. Two minutes, OK?
- Sorry. - It's all right.
Erm...is she married?
- Oh, no. - No, I see.
What relation are you to her?
I'm her neighbour. Same name, no relation.
Her family were out, so she came to me. They will shortly be here.
- Good, fine. If you just take a seat. - How is she?
Well, she's not great.
- Was she pregnant? - Well, if she was, she isn't now.
They... they won't be much longer, Maggie.
They'll be here in a minute,
and then you'll be all right.
Come on.
Where the hell are you?
There was no way we was gonna get him round those bends,
not with all his clothes on.
So we stripped him down to his Y-fronts,
cos when you're dead, you don't bother...
Look, er, do you mind if we change the subject, yeah?
Of course I'm sure.
He picked up the jacket, fumbled with it, and then I asked for it back.
You're certain it couldn't have been anybody else?
Absolutely sure. I got nothing against these people
but I've been through it tonight and this is the last straw.
Maybe he's got something against me.
They've all got an axe to grind, haven't they, these foreigners?
Cop that, will you?
This is ridiculous... Gonna take forever.
- You gonna be all right? - I dunno.
Sooner we get there, sooner we'll find out.
Ask a silly question, eh?
Can you go straight through to crash, please?
- Cyril? - Coming.
Hello.
(Clattering)
Fractured femur with a head injury but he's not KO.
They put a line up but he's still tachycardic.
Can somebody bleep Ewart till the gynae arrives?
I'm going to put some liquid into you to replace the liquid you've lost.
You're doing fine.
Blood pressure 100 over 60.
I want another drip up just to be sure.
He's got a tachy of 120.
- Ewart's on his way. What shall I do? - Keep taking her blood pressure.
Megan, could you get us a couple more units of Haemocell? Thanks.
Shall we give him some Entonox?
- Yeah, good idea. - OK.
I'll need 50 of pethidine and ten of Maxolon...
and I'll be giving it IV.
- I haven't even asked your name yet. - Jonno. Who are you?
OK, Jonno, now you can do this yourself.
Press this over your nose and mouth and take deep breaths.
- It might make you feel drunk. - Great.
Aargh!
OK, come on, take some of this. Nice and deep, that's it. Slowly, slowly.
Thanks for coming, Ewart. I need a hand with the girl.
- What's the problem? - Looks like an incomplete abortion.
The gynae's delayed.
Blood pressure's 60 over 30.
- That's with two units of Haemocell. - Is there any blood available yet?
I sent it off to the lab 10 minutes ago.
Let's push this through fast and put up some HAS until the blood comes.
- Where will I get that? - Cupboard on the left. Second down.
My name's Plimmer.
When he's had the analgesia, I'll pull his femur.
We'll need the orthopaedic reg.
Megan, when you're free can you take over outside with Cyril?
- Doc? - Nurse.
Does this mean I'll never tap dance again?
- Over here. - It's all right, Guy, I brought the nurse.
You took your time getting here, didn't you?
(Charlie) He's the life and soul of the party.
- How is she? - Very sick, how do you think?
So what exactly happened?
She was climbing out of the... out of the chamber on the ladder,
when she suddenly started fitting and flailing around, I don't know.
How long did that last for?
I don't know, about 30 seconds, a minute, something like that.
What's her name? Maggie?
- Maggie? - I've tried talking to her!
All right, just let me do my job, will you?
The sooner I can get her on her feet, the sooner we get out of here, agreed?
I'm sure everything will be all right.
I can't believe it.
Yeah, well how about this?
I've got one.
Did everybody get one? Did Ewart get one?
- Maybe. - I'll never forgive Cyril for this.
(Chatter)
Right, sir, we'd just like to ask you a few questions.
Right, Mr...
- Trzcinski. - Trzcinski.
She's not an epileptic!
I didn't say she was. What I said was she's had a fit.
She's not the first person, and she won't to be the last to do that.
But being 400 feet underground sort of complicates things.
All right, Maggie, I'm gonna try and get you out of here.
Take hold of that. Nice and gentle, just a step at a time.
- I'll be with you all the way. - She...doesn't need this.
You can do that, can't you? We'll be out of here in no time.
- (Maggie gasps) - You have to leave this to me.
It's absolutely crucial not to upset her any more than she already is.
You've got a bloody cheek, haven't you?
I'm a charge nurse. It comes in handy on occasions.
- All right, Maggie, you're doing fine. - I'm doing fine.
Here we go. Let's get your feet down first, shall we?
All right, Rasheeda, we're going to move you up to the operating theatre, OK?
She's lucky to be alive.
No thanks to her GP.
And a chat with the family wouldn't be a bad idea.
- Ewart? - Mm-hm?
- How am I doing? - Very well.
- With the team, I mean. - You tell me.
They don't understand the pressure casualty officers are under.
I find myself feeling so defensive.
To everyone... or to someone in particular?
Perhaps I should have a talk with her.
I think that about covers it, Mr Trzcinski.
What happens now?
There'll be a search of your office.
He said...I'm foreigner.
Yes, I know, it's not the first time,
but...you can't help the accent you were born with.
Right, if you could just show us your office.
Yes.
Follow me, please.
Would you all like to follow me, please?
- Susie, any news of Charlie yet? - Nothing yet.
- Susie? - Cyril, I'm not talking to you.
We're going to keep her in
until the doctor decides she's well enough to go home, but she'll be fine.
I don't want to breach confidence,
but it's important they know what happened.
Fine.
Rasheeda's had a miscarriage, which I think was possibly self-induced
and her GP was quite wrong to treat her for a heavy period.
I know she's not married, and I'm sure she was acting out of duty,
but...in doing so, she risked her life.
(Interpreter translating)
You're doing fine, Maggie, what did I tell you? Up you go.
Why don't I go back down with her?
- Stay there. - All right.
All right? Come on, not much further.
(Laughs) So... so we opens up the plastic coffin,
and hang me, it's full of fish and chips.
Do you realise, for the last God knows how long,
you've been telling me stories one after the other about people dying.
How would you like your death to become an anecdote?
Bit of a joke for the lads? Something to raise a laugh?
For the last 15 years I been scraping bodies off streets,
and I'm sick and tired of hearing people talking about people dying.
Now, my mate's down there, and he's probably in a lot of danger,
and I don't want him to become another one of your stories, right?
So, shut up!
Duffy? I know I've been a bit...short tonight.
I sometimes find it hard to fit in here, you know?
Yeah, it's a difficult place.
Yeah.
- Have you seen Kuba? - No, I haven't.
- Kuba? - Come in.
No rush, cubicle two to X-ray when you're ready, OK?
- OK. - You all right?
Not really.
- What's wrong? - Oh, you know.
Ah...
Do you wanna talk about it?
I get confused.
It's awful when you're blamed wrongly, but you know you didn't do it
and if you know you didn't do it, it'll be OK.
But how long must I be accused?
- Maybe they will never find the wallet. - Maybe.
- Mr Plimmer, can I have a word, please? - Yeah.
Have you checked your porter's lodge recently?
- It's an Aladdin's Cave. - It's mostly junk.
- Yeah, mostly. - Did you find the wallet?
- No. - Then don't insinuate my porter's got it.
- I wasn't insinuating anything. - You better not.
(Gasping)
Right, there's a...hole about six inches above your left hand. Feel?
That's it, now bring your right leg up slowly and feel for that ridge.
- You OK? - Yeah, we're all right.
All right, we're nearly there. This is the worst bit.
- I can't do it. I'm tired, Charlie. - Yes, you can.
- Just feel for that ridge with your foot. - I can't find it, Charlie!
- Charlie? - All right, all right.
- I'm gonna come down. - Oh, Charlie!
Charlie?
Seven o'clock. Whereabouts?
- Excuse me. - Yes?
Mr Plimmer, please.
- (Grunts) - That's it, nice and easy.
(Gasping)
- (Charlie) Thanks. Thank you. - You all right?
I knew there was a reason why I gave this lark up.
Thanks.
We better get going.
- All right, Maggie? - I'm all right.
- All right? - Yeah.
Come on, we're all gonna be all right. Come on, that's it.
Here we go.
You wanted to say something, Mr Huggins?
There's been some mistake.
When I got home, there was a message from a taxi firm
saying they'd found my wallet in one of their cars.
The cash was still there, and it appears nothing else was missing,
so I shall, of course, be withdrawing any further charges.
Thank you.
Mr Huggins?
That was an apology?
I'm sorry, Kuba. Really.
Really?
So all unexpected, like, she stumbles across this body,
turns out he'd been dead down there for a week.
(Shouting)
Charlie? Charlie?
(Charlie) Yeah, I'm all right.
- You all right, son? - Yeah. We got to get her back.
- Whoa! - All done now, lads.
(Andy) Can you hear me?
Take it easy, lads.
Yeah, that's it.
Can you hear me? That's it. Hang on, love.
- Has he not apologised yet? - No, and I wouldn't accept anyway.
Oh, hold on, what about the guy who took the photos?
- Cyril was stupid but that guy was evil. - What do you expect me to do?
Phone him up, have a go at him. Tell him if the photos...
What, now, in the middle of the night?
Yeah. Blokes like that come into their own around this time.
- What's next, Susie? - Morning.
- All right? - Thank you.
- Answerphone. - Try later. The later, the better.
Thanks.
(Ewart humming)
(* Classical music through headphones)
Oh, sorry.
- Don't tell me you're still working. - I fell asleep, in the office.
I said you should go home. Is there something I can do?
I wondered...if you might be free to come to supper...sometime?
Yeah.
- Yes, that would be very nice. - Good. One evening next week?
- OK. - Fine. Thursday is my yoga night.
I'll check in my diary.
- Sorry, am I interrupting something? - I was just leaving.
- Ribbon for the pressie. - Ah, thanks, Megan.
Bye, see you later.
I'll leave you to it.
- Susie, I just wanted to say... - Get lost, Cyril.
You OK, Charlie?
What I wouldn't give for a nice steaming hot cup of tea.
You'd think you've been 500 feet underground.
- Our hero. - What was wrong with the girl?
Fit - first one.
And she picked a place to have it too.
Well done, Charlie.
- How was Duffy? - Excellent.
- Told you. - Mm.
Looks like you could do with a stiff drink, doesn't he, Cyril?
I'll make the tea.
I'll come and give you a hand.
- You must be exhausted. - Just a bit, yeah. Thanks.
Leon? Susie.
Susie.
You know, all yours for 23 quid a day? The test shots - remember?
Next time you need a piece of meat to lie across a car, go to the butchers.
Cos if those pictures ever see the light of day again,
I'll take you to court and that's a promise. Good night.
- That'll do. - Tea up.
Not now, Cyril.
I'll take one.
Here, looks as if your need is greater than mine.
If it hadn't been for you down there I'd have been binned by now.
I'm trying to think what happened back there -
I just seemed to lose a grip on myself.
l...bawled out Jonno...
and then I had a go at you...
and, I almost lost...Maggie.
Yeah, you almost lost Maggie.
You did lose your bottle.
Happens to all of us, doesn't it?
For the record, I had a go at you, so we're quits.
Just go round and put your arms round her, she'll love you for it.
Go on, down there, turn left, cubicle three.
Go on.
- Join me in a cup of tea, Charlie boy? - Excellent idea.
Control were on - nice little job down the centre.
- Well, I didn't... - (Both) ..really want it anyway.
Hello.
He's coming!
Susie, about those pictures. I know they upset you and I'm sorry.
It's all right. Come on.
Morning.
Ponting, you're not working still, are you?
No, I finished half hour ago, love.
Because Susie has left a note for you in the staff room.
Thanks.
One, two, three!
P-O-N-T-I-N-G - all together now-
* Goodbye Ponting, you must leave us
* Going way too far to go
* We are sad that you are leaving
* Because we love you so! *
(Cheering)
- Thank you very much. - Wa-hey!
(Coughs) I'd like to say a few words concerning this present.
If it's as cheap as it looks, what happened to the rest of the whip round?
First person booking foreign holidays is in trouble. Thank you very much.
- (All cheer) - No tears, we've run out of Kleenex.
(Laughter)
You're all crazy.