Transcripts - Forever Dreaming

(Hurried footsteps on stairs) (Door shutting) (Steady footsteps approaching) Mm, the smell of lead on the morning air, nothing to beat it.

12
-hour shifts with no breaks should be against the law.

Probably are.

Every time you light up, you should picture the last coronary they wheeled in.

It doesn't make any difference.

By the end of a long shift, my little alveoli are screaming for nicotine.

Now they're choking.

Mm, nothing quite like it.

Well, almost nothing.

I'm sorry I kept you waiting.


- Well, what happened?
- Nothing, nothing.


- What did this consultant fella say?
- Nothing, I'm fine.

So what is it, then? Well, it's it's that time of life, you know.

I mean, lots of women of my age get problems, you know that.

Well, well, well.

Look at that.


- What? Isn't that?
- Yes, just like I told you.

(Chuckles)
- Well, perhaps his motor's in dock.


- Likely story.

Mummy? (Bang) (Lock rattling) Look Look, Mr.

Bell, all I want is the answer to one simple question.

Why hasn't my crash room been cleaned this morning? Then you should know.

I thought Medical Hygiene & Care Services were How is it phrased in your brochure? Yes, the "professionals in the field of contract hospital cleaning.

" Right, I will talk to the supervisor.

Millie Oh, sorry.

No problem, Mr.

Plimmer.

I thought you'd gone home.


- Is Brenda about?
- They gave Brenda the sack.


- Last week it was.


- What for? For being redundant.

That's what they call it.


- Are you saying there's no supervisor?
- I am the supervisor now, Mr.

Plimmer.

Supervisor and cleaner rolled into one.

It's a new efficient way of doing things.

You tell yourself what to do and then you do it.

Mr.

Bell has a special word for it.

So have l.

I hope they're paying you plenty of overtime.

That's the new efficient thing about supervisors.

They don't get no overtime.

Are you telling me they expect you to clean this department on your own?
- Twice as much work for nothing?
- No, sir, not for nothing.

They expect you to do it so you can keep yourself a full
-time job.

A proper debriefing every morning might help the shift a lot, lessen stress and increase morale.

Sounds terrific.

You should talk to Ewart about it.

Well, you wanted to see what it's like.

This is what it's like.

For an underpaid, overworked young doctor, young lady, this is a mansion.

Courtesy of my aunt, rent
-free.

She lives in Italy most of the time.

I get to water the plants and scare the burglars.

Must be nice having richrelations.

Very nice.

OK.

OK, I give in.

Why not? Only I can't be bothered with any little social rituals.

I haven't got the energy.

Social rituals? Yeah.

Like, "Do sit down, would you like a cup of coffee?" That sort of thing.

Oh.

The coffee's in the kitchen.

You make it.

The bed's in the bedroom.

You'll probably have to make that, too.

Anything else? (Church bell chimes four) (Car drives off) Charlie? You won't say anything to anybody about this, will you? Come on! What do you take me for? Sorry, I know, I didn't mean It's just that most men would do.

It would be round the hospital in five minutes.

Yeah, well, I'm not most men.

No, I realise that.

You're quite a revelation in fact.

What do you mean? Well, most men aren't soft, or considerate.

I suppose they've never learnt how to be.

They just jump into bed and they do it.

They do it to you and not with you.

Every now and again you meet a man with some education.

That's nice.

You're a very nice man to be with, Charlie.

Trouble is, it could get to be addictive.

Well, I sort of hoped so.


- OK?
- Yes.


- That's nasty.

What happened?
- She was att*cked.

No details yet.


- The police should be along soon.


- Such an animal should be shot.

OK, put her in cubicle one, I'll be there in a minute.


- Was she knocked down?
- att*cked.

You all right?
- Don't look so worried.


- Get away! That's right, Mr.

McFarlane.

Now, we need to get you undressed.

When it gets to the stage that a grown man can't even take his own clothes off, that's when they should put you down, I reckon.

That's cheerful! Are you trying to put me out of a job? (Woman) Where are you going? She don't sound too chipper.

It's a full house tonight, might as well line them up outside.

Perhaps you should bring her in here instead of me.

No, you are staying just where you are.


- She'll be attended to.


- (Woman) Come back, scumbag! She's not got a very ladylike turn of phrase, has she? Will you excuse me for a minute, Mr.

MacFarlane?
- Scumbags and whores, the lot of you!
- You've got a lot to say for yourself! Bleedin' National Health! I paid in for over 30 years so some little trollop like you can come in off the street and prance about in a nice, neat uniform We're all eternally grateful for your contributions, Mrs
- Mrs.

Cook.


- What about my ankle, then? Charlie, I'll be right with you.

What's that you're taking? Oh, just some vitamins.

Multivits with iron and ginseng, to be precise.

Ginseng, eh? Well, if you must know, dexamphetamines.

Just a couple to keep me sharp, Charlie.

Speed doesn't keep you sharp, Doctor, it keeps your motor running.

Then in the long run, it wrecks you.

Here endeth the first lesson.

You're not the first casualty officer I've seen popping pills at the end of a heavy shift and a long week.


- But
- But what? Well, you're the first whose welfare has been of any concern to me.

Don't put me on your "special concern" list, Charlie.


- Why not?
- Just don't, OK? OK.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Sorry.

I'm looking for Mr.

Ewart Plimmer.

I understand he keeps unusual hours.

He's rather busy at the moment.

Perhaps I can help.

No, I don't think so.

Mrs.

Blair, it's all right.

Mrs.

Blair, you are in hospital.

Everything is going to be all right.


- Shh.


- Good girl, that's it, that's it.

X
-rays of the skull, chest and the left leg, too.

That crack on the shin is nasty.


- Where's Edward?
- He's here and he's fine.

Edward? I think the best thing is if the nurse takes Edward for a nice hot drink, Mrs.

Blair.

Don't let him hurt Edward, will you? It's all right.

He's quite safe here, you both are.

He's a tough old boy but I think he's in quite a lot of pain.

Right.

Hello, Mr.

MacFarlane.

You've picked a busy night to visit us.

I've come to look you over until the doctor gets here.

I hope he's worth waiting for.

It's a she and you won't be disappointed.

How are you feeling? Pretty rough, to tell you the truth.

It's just here.

It feels like indigestion.

Mm
-hm.

Staff says you've been feeling sick quite a lot.

Yeah.

It's funny, though, cos I keep bringing up all this stuff.

Little bits, little black bits.

Stuff like coffee granules.

Yeah, that's it, exactly.

Blows to the head, chest, arms and legs, mainly fists, but maybe a blunt w*apon.

And she's been r*ped.

I see.

I did try and question her but she's too distressed.

What concerns me most is the head injury.


- Possible fracture?
- I'm waiting for X
-rays.

My God, there are some animals walking about out there.

I'll get onto the police.

I'm surprised they're not sniffing around already.

Right, what's next? Apart from the need for a larger blackboard, compound fracture, tib and fib, minor burns, kid who's eaten a packet of floor cleaner, baby with respiratory problems and Excuse me a minute.

I've got an old guy with abdominal pains.

I think it's pretty urgent.

It could well be a bleeding peptic ulcer.

Can you get the surgical registrar to have a look? Straight away.

It could be perforated.

And get an abdo and chest X
-ray.

OK.


- Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Thank you, sergeant.

Tell them to ask for me.


- Mr.

Plimmer?
- Yes.

Rose Sherman, Medical Hygiene & Care Services.

I spoke on the phone with your consultant Mr.

Briggs.

Oh, yes, the contract cleaners.

He said somebody might come round.

I'm the managing director.

Ah, well please take a seat.

Thank you.

I must admit, I was rather expecting another set
-to with your Mr.

Bell.

Mr.

Bell is no longer with us.

I fired him this afternoon.

Did you? Not before time, if you don't mind my saying so.

I don't mind you saying so at all, Mr.

Plimmer.

That's why I'm here, to sort things out.

I take my company's contractual commitments very seriously.


- I'm sure you do, er
- Mrs.

Sherman.

Mrs.

Sherman.

Well, can I offer you a drink? I think I've got some dry sherry.

Gin, whisky, vodka, cider, light ale.


- I'm not fussy.


- I can see that.

If you'd had the kind of life I have, girl, you wouldn't be fussy, neither.

Why do you wear so many layers, Mrs.

Cook? I feel the cold.

That's how I come to do my ankle in.

I've been feeling the cold for so many years that I've been made absolutely brittle.

Every bone in me body is brittle as a frozen twig.

So when I comes out of the public, onto the pavement, snap, just like a twig.

Fell down drunk, you mean? Drunk? Chance'd be a fine thing.

I haven't felt drunk, I mean really drunk, for years.

Your blood's probably 90% proof.

No, it's what they've been doing to the booze.

I'm a, er What do you call it?
- Alky.


- Connoisseur.


- They can't fool me.


- Lift your bum.

Ooh, you know what's been going on, don't you? You know what them Tories been doing? Closing hospitals, putting people on the dole.

No, this government have been watering the booze, in secret,
- on special orders.


- You don't say.

Yeah, it's her.

She's so po
-faced, she can't stand the thought of people having a good time.

Can I ask you a personal question, Mrs.

Cook? When did you last have a bath? When was the royal wedding? What we call in the trade a melena, Mr.

MacFarlane, caused by a bleeding peptic ulcer.

I see.


- Not perforated, though.


- Is that good? Means we don't have to sew it up for you.

I see.

I was promised a lady doctor, you know.

This is the NHS, old chap.

We don't always get what we want.

What's up with him? Is he on piecework rate or something? He's a surgeon, Mr.

MacFarlane.

Thinks of himself a bit of a VIP.

Yeah? So what's all that mean? He don't have to sew me up.

Are they just gonna leave it? No, what it means is, you have got an ulcer in your stomach and it's bleeding but it's not that bad that you need an operation, which is good news, I think.

As ever, it's lovely to see you, Dr Samuels, but why did you drag me down here just to see this wretched chap with the ulcer? Ulcer? MacFarlane.

Take a look at this.

Do you see a hole under the diaphragm?
- Well, no.


- Neither do l.

His epigastrium is extremely tender, I'll give you that, but no perforation.


- A job for the physicians, sans doute.


- I wanted to be sure.

You ought to have more confidence in your diagnosis.

That is assuming that you've examined the patient and made a diagnosis.

I haven't stopped since 7 o'clock.

Clive King had a look at him.

(Tuts) Not up to your usual professional standards, Doctor.

I had my hands full.

Clive gave me his opinion of the case.

I judged it was better to call you, perhaps unnecessarily, than for a patient with a possible perforated stomach to just hang around.

Fair enough.

Perhaps while you're here, you'd have a look at this one.

Julie Blair, serious case of as*ault and r*pe.

This is the crash room.

All the more serious cases, patients in need of resuscitation, come in here.

This floor should be cleaned twice a day, otherwise the risk of infection is high.

It hasn't been cleaned properly for two days.

So you complained to the district health authority that we were in breach of contract?
- Well, yes, but you must understand
- No, no, Mr.

Plimmer.

You were absolutely right to complain.

Corners have been cut.

I take full responsibility.

You weren't to know, necessarily.

But the important thing, Mr.

Plimmer, is to sort things out now.

The responsible parties on each side must get together and take charge of it.

Indeed.

Ooh, she's crawling from head to foot.

I've never seen so many lice on one person.


- That's all we need.


- So what should I do? Can I just introduce you to Mrs.

Sherman, Medical Hygiene & Care Services? Charlie Fairhead, our charge nurse.

It's a pleasure to meet the man on the ground.

Likewise.

Mrs.

Sherman has come down personally to sort out our cleaning problems.

We never had cleaning problems until it got privatised.

You're just the person we need at the moment, Mrs.

Sherman.

I'm here to be of use.

So what do you know about getting rid of lice? (Whistles) Right? OK?
- I can't do anything.


- Just give me a minute, will you? OK.

Oops.

Who's your friend? Do you want it? My name's Charlie.

What's yours? The man with no name, eh? You've got a pretty strong right hook for a six
-year
-old.

Seven.

Oh.

Seven.

Mrs.

Blair, I think you'll have to spend a few days in hospital, give the gynaecologist a chance to check you out, too.

Don't you worry about your son.

I'm sure your husband will be along soon to take him home.


- No.

No.

Philip.


- It's all right, Mrs.

Blair.

Calm down.

It's all right, it's all right.

Good girl.

So what did he do then? Got in the car and drove away.

Is that what happened last time? Did he stay away long? All day? All night? When he came back, he was just like a daddy again.

You're going to have to take him to the vet.

My name is Blair.

My wife has been brought in.

If you'd like to follow the corridor round and ask at one of the desks on the right.


- Someone there will be able to help you.


- Thank you.

Casualty? What's the matter?
- Philip.


- Rupert.


- What a terrible thing to happen.


- Yes, it is.

Terrible.

Now she's all right, old chap.

He's a very unemotional man most of the time.

Likes everything in his life to be neat and well
-organised.

Has he been violent towards you before? (Sighs) I know it's very, very hard, Mrs.

Blair, but it's much better if you just try and talk it out.

He loves me.

He doesn't really mean to hurt me.

Mrs.

Blair, he's just fractured your skull.

I have known Philip Blair for ten years, Charlie.

He's not some kind of depressed, unemployed lout who gets drunk and takes it out on the wife and kids.


- It sounds far more serious than that.


- Yes, it sounds.

Where are the facts, eh? A seven
-year
-old boy, that's what we're dealing with here.

And seven
-year
-old boys have very vivid imaginations.

But think back to when you were seven years old.

Would you have known what it was like to be sexually assaulted by your father if you hadn't experienced it? We have to look at both sides of this, Baz.

The house was broken into, valuable antiques were stolen.


- His mother
- Says who? His mother's been r*ped.

The boy saw this happen.

He's hysterical.

Why should he make up a story, blaming it on his own father?
- It doesn't make sense.


- It doesn't make sense to me that a man like Blair would do something like this.

Look at what he's got to lose.

He's a successful architect, he's won awards.

Good Lord, he doesn't even drink.

And he thinks the world of that boy.

Why would he abuse him? Probably because his father did it to him.

Hmph.

Amateur psychiatry, Charlie.

I didn't know that was your forte.

Look, it's probably quite true that he loves his son.

Some people can only express themselves through total control, total domination.

It gets out of hand.

I dare say, but it puts me in a very awkward position, doesn't it? I mean, what do I say to him? Well, old chap, it seems you're a bit of a pervert.

Let me make an appointment with the shrink.

That will do for starters.

(Knock at door) Charlie, ambulance control are on the line, bringing in a severe asthmatic.


- ETA in a couple of minutes.


- All right, I'm on my way.

We'll have a cup of tea, all right?
- Kuba, five minutes to put the kettle on.


- OK.

Cup of tea for the old man.

Let's get that jacket off.

Can you sit up for us? Thank you.

All right, soldier? Panic over.

You're in good hands now, boy.

Thank you, Kuba.

(Wheezing)
- Nebulise salbatomol, 1 ml in 2 of saline.


- All ready.

Thanks.

Can you? We'd better have a chest X
-ray.

Can you get the radiographer down with a portable? OK, Charlie.

(Wheezing) Just try and relax and breathe deeply.

That will make it much easier.

How are we doing? He's got 20mm of paradox and his pulse is racing.


- What do you think?
- I don't know.

We need a chest X
-ray.

Let's get a cannula in, please.

200mg hydrocortisone and add 250mg aminophylin into a drip.

Coming up.

Charlie, there is only one radiographer on tonight.

She has a whole queue of fractures.

She says, can we take him there?
- It's an emergency.

Get her down here.


- But she's very busy.

OK, Charlie.

I can hardly hear any breath sounds.

He's getting worse with every breath.

Could betension pneumothorax.

Could be.

He looks cyanosed.

Yeah, it's got to be.


- Have you seen one before?
- No.

We have to draw the air out of the cavity.

No time for an intercostal drain so we have to put in a large
-bore cannula.

Without an X
-ray I can't tell which lung it is.

Clive, get that radiographer down here now and have the medical registrar relieved, urgently.

All right, Charlie.


- I think we have to do it now, Baz.


- I know, but which lung is it? Come on, Baz, calm down.

Just remember the drill.


- I can't tell.


- Keep trying, Doctor.

He was brought in with severe asthmatic exacerbation.


- X
-rays?
- We've been having problems.

Yeah, I can see that.

How long has he been like this? We think it's tension pneumothorax that developed just a couple of minutes ago.

OK, it's the right lung.

Cannula, Charlie.

OK.

(Yelps) (Wheezing subsides) I knew he found me unresponsive.

Frigid, as he put it.

After Edward was born, we just stopped sleeping together.

And was that your idea? Sort of mutual.

I thought perhaps he found other women but he made sure I was never bothered by it.

He took care of everything.

In many ways, he was a model husband.

Then one night I was woken up.

I could hear Edward crying.

How long ago was that? Two years, maybe a bit more.

And was that when you first discovered what was going on? The things he did to Edward.

To his own son.

I tried to tell him that he needed help and that he was sick.

That's when he started to hit me.

It's all right, Mrs.

Blair, it's all over now.

It'll never be over.

I told him this morning that we were leaving, that I was taking Edward.

He said he'd never let us go.

Said he'd see us dead first.


- Well?
- Oh, I don't know, Ewart.

I'm a surgeon, not a trick cyclist.

Well, the police don't buy the burglary story.

They're not interested in the battered wife but child abuse is something else.


- They're sending two officers over.


- What about Mr.

Blair? He's in the interview room and he's getting very twitchy.


- I think you should speak to him.


- I'd really rather not.


- He is your friend.


- Acquaintance, actually.

(Pager) Look, umI've got to dash.

I have to leave it with you.


- Sorry.


- Thank you, Mr.

Thalton.

We admit the wife, social services sort a place of safety order for the child
- As for Blair
- We leave him to the Old Bill.

I'm sorry to keep you hanging around so long, Mr.

MacFarlane.

Not to worry, doc.

I'm sure there's plenty far worse off than me.


- Married?
- Widower.

It's been five years now since I lost my old girl.


- Do you live on your own?
- Yeah.

Oh, I'm not one of those sullen old buggers that can't boil an egg.

Lose the wife and fall apart at the seams.

I miss her, course I do.

But I keep meself busy.

Does the arthritis bother you much? A bit, but the old quack well, the GP, he gave me some tablets and they have helped.


- Do you remember the name?
- Er I've no idea.

I did wonder, doc, if it was Well, you know.

The big C.

Oh, I don't think you should worry about that.

No, we're going to admit you for a few days, just to get you sorted out.

My guess is, the tablets you were prescribed for the arthritis have given you an ulcer.

It can happen with some people.

Don't know which is worse these days, the complaint or the cure.

You just try and relax.

What about you, Doctor? I think you and I should have a wee word.

Yeah.

Well? Do you intend to keep me in here all night? No.

I am anxious to see my wife and my son and I'm not sure why I'm being kept from them.

Oh, come on, Mr.

Blair, let's not play games.

You know why.

I don't know what she's told you, but she's a neurotic woman, my wife.

Imagines things.

I've been trying to get her to see a therapist.

There's nothing imaginary about her injuries.

No indeed, and I'm sure the police will do their duty and catch the culprit.

I'm sure.

They're sending two officers over right now to have a word with you.

OK, what's that b*tch been saying? That I r*ped her? That's the only way some of these women, some of these nicely brought
-up women like my wife get turned on, you know.

You can't do me for that.

I know the law.

A man can't r*pe his own wife.

You can't steal what's your own property.

She can't do that.

Can she? Mr.

Plimmer, he will not allow such an outrage.

What's going on? That snotty woman from the cleaning company has given Millie the sack.

I've never seen her before.

She comes up to me, gives me my P45 and two weeks' money and tells me, "Out!" Millie
- Millie, Mr.

Plimmer will tell her, "Out!"
- I wouldn't be too sure about that.

Ten years I worked in this hospital.


- What am I going to do now?
- Go to the union.

Charlie Fairhead knows all about the union.

He'll tell you what to do.

I don't belong to no union no more.

Oh, I thought you were in NUPE.

Didn't you use to be the shop steward? When the new cleaning firm took over, the privatisation, they made us all sign a paper to say we didn't want to be in no union no more.

Otherwise that was it.

No job.

Millie, why did you sign? You should have all stuck together.


- We'd have backed you.


- Would you?
- Are you married?
- Yeah, I've got two boys.

Happily, would you say? I'd say so.

My wife Oh, she's got all the social graces.

Knows how to give a dinner party, all that.

But underneath it, she's completely stupid.

You know, I've never been able to really talk to her.

Don't you think that's a bit of a cliché, Mr.

Blair? "My wife, I can't talk to my wife, she doesn't understand me.

" Maybe you don't understand her.


- Couldn't I just see her?
- No.

I have a right to hear what I'm being accused of from her.

She's got a fractured skull, bruisings, lacerations.

I think you've forfeited your rights as far as she's concerned.

OK, we had an argument.


- But I didn't do all that.


- No.

She tripped on the carpet or something.

You really think you can swing this, don't you? But then again, guys like you are used to getting it all their own way.

You think the law is going to bend when it sees you coming.

You could have gotten away with beating your wife and raping her but sexually abusing your own son, they're gonna send you down for that one.

What about the cleaners who have lost their jobs? They've been generously taken care of, I can assure you.

I have other companies.

There'll be redeployment for all those who want it.

As long as you can assure me.

The exciting thing about the new scheme is that it's work for young people, the young unemployed with all their surplus energy.

They'll be twice as efficient as the old work force.

Meanwhile, the government make it worth your while with grants and tax relief? No
-one's denying that but what's wrong with making youth a priority? As long as you don't want me pensioned off.

You? You're in your prime, Ewart.

Anyone can see that.

As a matter of fact, I do have an idea or two on that score.


- Can I speak frankly?
- Please do.

Cleaning is just the tip of the iceberg, really.

Hospital management, as you know, has become woefully bureaucratised.

Now, if all the ancillary services in a hospital
- cleaning, catering, laundry, portering as well
- were run as one operation by one company, well, we'd see some changes then, I can tell you.

Add on a few shops
- hairdresser, florist, that sort of thing In the long run, the patients could only benefit.

You see, I care about people as much as you do, Ewart.

I'm a businesswoman but I do care, which is why I want to make you an offer.

What kind of offer? Well, my company intends to put a package, such as I've just outlined, to the district health authority, but they're a cautious lot.

Now what I need is a medical consultant, a man with your kind of knowledge and professional standing to advise me and to intercede with the authority on my behalf.

Now I know you're surprised.

Somewhat.

Good God, Mrs.

Sherman, we've only just met.

I do my homework, Ewart.

We could do each other a lot of good.

Ah, did you find out everything you wanted to? Yes, a very useful evening in fact.

I hear you gave Millie Benson the boot.


- Millie Benson?
- Yeah, you remember Millie.

She cleaned this department for ten years.

You just stuck a P45 in her hand and told her to push off.

I think you've been misinformed.

Now if you'll excuse me, it is rather late.

It's a bit late for Millie Benson too, to get another job.


- That's hardly my affair.


- What is your affair? Sorting out a few cleaning problems? What exactly did you come here to get? Mr.

Fairhead, I think it's right for people in your line of work to be compassionate soft even, but I've got no time for half
-baked idealism.


- I've got a business to run.


- Profits to make.

This hospital is cleaned by my company and I shall make a respectable profit.

I'm not ashamed of that.

Now you really will have to excuse me.


- Lab reports.


- Thank you.

Pleasure.


- Something bothering you?
- Hm? You're scratching yourself like an old flea
-bitten dog.


- Ah, it's nothing.

Megan?
- Yes? How was your visit to the clinic this morning? Oh, er Oh, that's all in hand.

And what's that supposed to mean? Well, it means that I got the result of the cone biopsy and it means that it's beyond the precancerous stage,
- they reckon.


- Oh, Megan, I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I have to have a hysterectomy.

But with three boys at home, I haven't got much use for a womb anyway.


- When do they want to do it?
- Soon.

And what does your husband think? I'm not annoying him about my insides.

He'd just get worked up.

Men do, you know.

Come on, I think he has a right to worry about you.

That's as may be but I will decide when and where.

So don't you talk to him, or to anybody else.

Of course not, not without your permission, but you can't just avoid the issue.

Ewart, are you having enough baths, now there's no woman around to remind you? Of course I am.

I've been looking all over for you.

Hallelujah, you've found me.

What's up? I need some air, that's all.

What do you want to do about the old girl with a broken ankle? Mrs.

Cook? Oh, the woman with the lice.

She's pretty clean now, but the rest of the department, there's a fair amount of scratching going on.

That kid with the asthma.

He'd be dead now if you hadn't called Wainwright.

Baz, there is not a doctor in this hospital who hasn't nearly blown it sometime.

Nearly.

I panicked completely.

I know.

Wainwright has just given me her "pull yourself together" speech.

Well, she's right.

I just need to get out of this department.

Maybe.

But more sleep and fewer pills Oh, don't worry, Charlie, I get the message.

Get your act together before you k*ll someone.

Come on, it's not that bad.

Casualty's the worst.

If you survive this, you can do anything.


- Do you think I can?
- Absolutely.

You want to see some of the divvies I've had to work with.

You're a good doctor, Baz.

Don't waste it.

Thanks.

What for? For being my friend.

Friends is easy.

I want to be more than just your friend.


- And you know that.


- Charlie, don't.

I don't I can't be lovers with you.


- What happened this morning was
- Wonderful? I can't.

I can't do it.

If I'm to survive here now, I can't cope with emotional complications.

Well, can't we just be friends who sleep together sometimes? Maybe not.

(Clatter) Sounds like the lice have taken over.

(Screaming) Charlie! Oi, you two, when we want this hospital demolished, you'll be the first to know.

(Shrieking) Oh, I really have had enough of this place.


- You don't mean that.


- Yes, I do.

I'm going to get myself a job in one of those nursing agencies.

Rich geriatrics, twice the money.


- You'd get bored.


- Oh, yeah? No lice, no punch
-ups.

I could put up with that.