Casualty (1986) s01e12 Episode Script

(Spectators shouting) (Cheering) That's right.
And Alexander's mercenaries didn't want to return.
"On your bike.
Away you go, son.
We are gonna stay right here.
" Because a Scotsman's only at home when he's abroad, you know.
Will someone please get this pair out of here? (Men laugh) - Have you seen Ponting? - He went that way.
- Hey, you, I need treatment.
- No comment.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
- Sure you don't want to talk? - What about? - Anything.
- Anything.
- No.
If I do, I'll let you know.
- Fair enough.
Would you mind taking your hands off me, please? Thank you.
All right, so, er "How about you catch a bus, Alexander, back to Macedonia "because we are gonna stay right here in the Punjab.
" (Phone) Oh, for crying out loud.
He Kuba.
- (Kuba) Lat.
- Lat? - Lat.
A lat.
- Kuba.
Was a unit of currency, lat, yeah, before 1940.
- Have mercy.
- A lat of money.
Is he taking the proverbial? Thanks a lat.
- You seen Ponting? - He was in Admin a while ago.
- Right.
- Duffy.
- What? - Everything all right? With Susie it's "anything", with you it's "everything".
Just give it a rest.
I was thinking selfishly, actually.
If you're still unfit You don't have to come in.
No one expects you to Don't l? I have a hole in my ceiling to pay for and damage to the flat below.
Money.
But thanks for the vote of confidence, chaps.
I'll bear it in mind.
(Spectators shouting) Oh, and Beck's caught him.
Right on the big boy's chin.
And Henry "Cool" McCartney wouldn't have felt too cool about that one.
(Commentary continues indistinctly) Under.
Go under.
Downstairs! Downstairs! (Bell) (Applause and whistling) Look, if you want treatment I need all your details.
Aye, you just want me to take off my underpants.
(Laughs) This is the fourth.
Well, the good news is they're consistent.
What's the bad news? - We've three more in reception.
- Oh, great.
Well, makes a change from bedpans and enemas.
Oh, we should be so lucky.
(Patient groans) Has she been regurgitating any blood? No, it's the cut on her mouth.
Gin roses.
WC Fields had them something chronic.
At least he was funny.
This I do not need.
Maybe I could run up a pair of incontinent knickers.
I'm sorry, Nurse, I've had it.
This is no job for a grown woman.
- (Phone) - Kuba.
(Boxing commentary on TV) Hello.
No, he's not here.
I don't know.
(Spectators shouting and whistling) (Bell) Get in there.
I don't want to see him slipping away from you like that.
What's this? What are you doing getting caught like that? Come here.
You've never been cut before in your life.
Are you listening to me? Right.
Get in there and stop pansying about.
Right? You won't win nothing unless you hurt yourself.
Go in low.
Boom-boom.
You saw what happened when you worked around underneath.
Give him the combinations downstairs.
Come on.
He's all fat, for Gawd's sake.
Get in there.
Let's get going.
Round bleedin' five.
He should be half-dead by now.
You got to hurt him.
You understand me? You wanna hurt him.
Got it? Let's get in there and give him some grief.
Listen to me.
Slip him one as he folds, right? Bang.
All right? OK, let's get on with it.
Go on.
Hey, you, shut it, you, you stupid big hairy ignorant See that? That is a bloody disgrace.
- Hey, you.
Are you a doctor? - Apparently, yes.
I've been here two and a half years and want to know what you're gonna do.
When I've got time and I've attended to your cuts and bruises I'm gonna pump out your stomach and make you feel sick.
(Susie laughs) All right, although you and me are separated, well, geographically I'll kill him.
(Raucous laughter outside) Andrew What are you What are you doing? Nothing.
Nothing.
- Your wife rang.
- My wife? The one you married? Can you ring her? Oh, my God.
Don't fret yourself.
It's all right.
Worse things have happened at sea.
- Not to me.
- Well, maybe not.
I sailed from Southampton to Bombay aboard that most elegant of passenger liners, the Queen Elizabeth.
It was the ship's doctor developed in me the raging thirst.
Oh, yes.
See, the tonic is the great dissuader of your potent malaria in the tropical climes, as it were, but it's a terrible encouragement to the imbibing of large quantities of gin.
Especially if you've a husband with money and an eye for the dusky maidens of the Indian subcontinent.
I shot him eventually, with a big gun.
A woman sometimes has to do these things.
The infidelity is a terrible thing but the passing on of the syphilis could not be excused.
What are you doing, boy? What the hell are you doing, man? (Sniffs and coughs) Have you ever come across leprosy? (Clive laughing outside) Yeah? (Laughs) - (Laughing) Oh! - What is it? What's the matter? Why was his head all wet? (Clive laughs) Oh, Mother of God.
- You and me are tied by blood.
- Andrew.
Ambulance Control are trying to contact you.
There's an RTA.
- OK.
- Have a nice day.
Is that your boyfriend? - Have you been drinking? - No.
Some maniac just phoned to say his wife's gone into labour.
- You told him to go to Maternity.
- He said it was an emergency.
- Susie.
- He stopped at a pub to call us.
- Nice of him.
- She's in pain.
- Oh, an expert.
- Where's Duffy? You should see your replacement.
Another Irish nurse.
- I know.
Ewart told me.
- She's a bit slow.
- "Downright thick" were his words.
- Is that what he said? He was very angry about her, you know.
He was upset about you too.
I told him I thought he was being unfair.
Have you said anything to anybody? No.
Do you want to talk about it? Yeah? OK.
- Did you know this man who did this? - No.
(Sniffs) Do you think you'd recognise him if you saw him again? I don't think so.
You poor thing.
God, you must be feeling awful.
Feeling confused, are you? Duffy, you know it's very bad to pretend to be strong when you want to cry.
But he didn't do anything to me What do you mean, he didn't do anything? Just because he didn't leave you maimed or disfigured.
Duffy, come here and have a good cry.
Come on, pet.
(Boxing commentary) (Increases volume) About lights (Spectators shouting) Henry, now! Go in low! (Commentator) My word! He's got Beck on the floor.
There he goes.
In the end it was the right cross that did the trick.
Well, this is nice.
- Ah, the irrepressible Mrs Emerson.
- Hello, Charles.
- What we been up to? - Well, how long have you got? Go on.
Well, I suppose it was the first time that I shipped out to India.
- Not Peru? - No, Charles.
It was the Jewel of the Empire, not the great Andean spine of the Americas.
- I'm with you, yeah.
- Good.
Well, now, as you know, my husband was forever a daring man with a peculiar fondness for the radical notion.
So I understand.
And it was in India that he first became au fait with the practice of having your wife cremated alongside of you.
Alive.
Now, unknown to me, me husband had made for such provision in his will.
Has somebody been in to see you? Don't go away, I'll be right back.
And give us a shout if you want anything.
I'm a touch thirsty.
(Laughter) Don't worry, I'm a doctor.
I can help.
- Ponting.
- What? Ponting and Mute.
Get on with it.
We'll all be dead.
- She ditched him.
- Yeah? - Well, so what? - So what? For a jockey.
What, one of them? How big is he? - Four foot eleven.
- (Baz laughs) She went on holiday with him.
- Where? - Llandudno.
(Violent coughing) (Agonised retching) Oh, my God! It's all right.
All right.
- Calm.
Calm.
- Crash! That's it.
All right, Mrs Emerson.
Take it easy.
Be calm.
Be calm.
That's it.
Blood pressure, Clive, and I want two to three bottles of Haemocell.
- Call the medical reg.
-Two cannulas and a 20-mil syringe.
Thank you, Mrs Emerson, you've made my day.
Oesophageal varices.
She must have ruptured several veins.
She's lost about four pints of the stuff.
I'm gonna need a Sengstaken tube.
Quick.
Er, under the drugs cupboard.
Come on, Baz, you stupid cow.
You're doing all right, Mrs Emerson.
Just take it easy now.
Pressure, 50 50 overnothing.
Right, head down.
- Clive, where's that Haemocell? - Coming up.
Where the bloody hell is everybody? The medical reg is on the way.
We're gonna need eight unitscross-matched.
Where is that Irish girl? I only want a plastic tube, for God's sake.
And, Charlie, get that fat, lazy anaesthetist out of bed, down here, fast.
He's gonna have to put a central line into her.
- I can't find it.
It's not there.
- I don't believe this place.
Oh, I just remembered, she has a past history of syphilis.
This is insane.
That one I borrow from lecture theatre.
And that one I borrow from X-ray.
- (Phone) - I fix phone.
Plimmer.
Kuba, the word borrow doesn't exist in your vocabulary.
Ersorry? - Excuse me.
You are busy.
I go.
- No, you stay.
No.
I resent the suggestion that any of my staff are purloining hospital property.
Light bulbs? Well, we're down 30 per cent so we're 10 per cent ahead of you.
- What's the Polish for maniac? - Maniak.
Doesn't matter.
Look, next time you go borrowing, can you please ask me first? You were asleep, Mr Plimmer.
I took away lights.
When you wake up, daytime.
Well, borrowing lamps is one thing but what's this about you nicking something from the psychiatric unit games room? A Scrabble set.
Ah, Scrabble.
I win.
(Beeping) (Woman ) Mr PIimmer, please go to the resuscitation room.
So as McCartney's jubilant supporters carry him round the ring, poor old Leo Beck (Enthusiastic clapping) Never thought I'd be glad to be on nights.
I couldn't sleep alone in that flat.
Not at night, when it's dark.
It's bad enough in the days.
Oh, pet.
- It is getting better, though.
- Are you sure about that? - Yeah.
- Yeah? What really scares me is knowing that I'm as vulnerable as everybody else.
- Every other woman.
- Mm.
Oh, I'm so stupid.
I really thought it couldn't happen to me, you know.
That I'd be all right.
I mean, I can earn my own living, I can pay my own way, I can look after myself.
But when it comes to just brute force there's nothing I can do.
I'm useless.
And I'm meant to be able to look after people.
I mean, I'm a nurse Come on, you're being silly.
You are a good nurse, Duffy, and you know that.
You should see 'em downstairs.
They're falling over themselves trying to be dead normal.
- They're driving me mad with it.
- I can just imagine them.
What about that fella you were going out with? What was his name? - Billy? - Yeah.
- No, I've not seen him.
- Oh.
- Is that bad? - I don't know.
I don't know him.
I thought maybe If you talked to him would he understand, do you think? I don't know that I want him to understand.
Oh, Megan, I should go and let you rest, eh? I've not done a very good job at cheering you up, have l? - Not at all.
I've enjoyed our little chat.
- Yeah.
- Have you? - Yeah.
Any chance you could get us a fag now? That's the wrong person to ask.
To change the conversation, what's it like down there tonight? Oh, it's quite quiet, really.
- Come on, come on, come on! - What have we got? 65-year-old woman with alcoholic cirrhosis.
She's ruptured her oesophageal varices and lost a lot of blood.
- She's losing consciousness.
- We've got to get more fluid into her.
- Have bloods been sent off? - Yes.
I've given her Vasopressin.
The anaesthetist's not in his room.
I don't know where the hell Ewart is.
- You got a Sengstaken tube? - A nurse is looking for one.
It's gone walkabout.
So has Duffy.
- When did this start? - About eight minutes.
- I'll put a central line in.
- Thanks.
She is not gonna make it.
Shouldn't you be giving her some oxygen? Mark, please.
- I told the people at the antenatal clinic - Hey! Are you all right? - This is serious.
- Ah, the very man.
Are you the doctor? I put her on a trolley as bird-brain here was ready to carry her on his back.
- What's your number? - 999.
I would have taken this to Maternity but it's a suspected breech, 38 weeks, and she's in quite a bit of pain.
She says something feels funny apart from the contractions.
They started 40 minutes ago.
She thinks her waters have gone.
- There's a heroin overdose on the way.
- In here, that's it.
Excuse me.
If you can just step up there, that's the way.
Oop.
Lovely.
I know I'm supposed to feel pain.
- Don't you worry.
- But I'm sure something's not right.
- Come on, man.
- It's a breech, all right.
Excuse me, Ewart.
Baz has got an oesophageal varices.
- The crash team's there - Tell her I'll carry on here.
And, Clive, can you get me a female nurse? - Can you hurry up? - Mark, please.
- Now - Don't you think you should Would you mind keeping quiet? Please.
- Hello, Mrs - Radford.
- My name's Plimmer.
- What about blood pressure? - You're having some pain, right? - She's already said that.
Blimey.
- Kuba! - Yes, Mr Plimmer.
I see.
Come, let us go outside.
They have a TV, video - It does hurt.
- Television? Are you mad? Do you feel the pain apart from the contractions? In between as well? - Is that painful? - (Groans) You're poking your fingers into her.
As soon as the nurse comes down I'll give you an internal examination, so don't you worry, Mrs Radford.
- Has there been any bleeding? - No.
Come to my office.
I make you a nice cup of tea, OK? Mr Radford, you're not helping your wife by being here.
I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
- I'm entitled to be here.
- Kuba, take him away.
- Yes.
Could you - Get off me, you maniac! Mark, will you just go! Would you please - See? Maniak.
- (Laughs) Now, then.
Oh, Christ.
(Groans) - You comfy now? - Yeah, thanks.
I'm not going to sleep tonight, Duffy, so could you tell them I would appreciate it if they could find five minutes to spend at the bedside of an invalid? Providing that it is quiet down there.
You'll get me shot, you will.
But all right, I'll tell them.
- Better go.
- OK.
- Bye.
Thanks for coming up.
- That's all right.
- Say good night to Wilfred.
- Good night, Wilfred.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
- Night-night.
- Night.
(Sighs) Flowers would have been nice, wouldn't they? Bloody Wallace Ward.
They borrowed it last Tuesday.
- The anaesthetist's coming.
- Forget it.
He can go back to bed.
Sorry, I went to see Megan.
- I'll ring the coroner in the morning.
- I knew her.
- I'd better get back to bed.
Sorry.
- Oh, it's OK.
If you need me, give us a call.
- Sit down.
- Just take your hands off me! This place makes Scutari look like a health resort.
You lot are a disgrace.
Oh - Clive! - Yeah.
And a merry Christmas to all our readers.
- We lost Mrs Emerson.
- How's Baz? Oh, you know.
Put your knees down now, Mrs Radford.
I know it's my first but I'm sure this isn't right, this pain.
There's a very good reason for that.
You've got a prolapsed cord.
- Is that bad? - All in a day's work.
What's happened is that the umbilical cord has slipped down into the cervix.
With every contraction there's a danger the baby's blood supply may be cut off.
Now, shh.
Listen.
- Yeah.
I can hear it.
- There you are.
Baby's fine.
I want to try and turn you over.
Nurse.
- Hi.
- Prolapsed cord.
She's Dr Samuels.
She knows what to do.
Don't worry, you're doing fine.
Now, if you can get yourself over onto your front with your knees up to your chest.
That's it.
And your face down on the trolley.
- With my bum in the air? - That's right.
Clive, I'll need the obstetric registrar down.
I'm going to give you a little bit of oxygen, Mrs Radford.
OK? - When did you last eat? - At tea time.
We're going to have to hold the cord up by hand, keep it out of mischief.
I imagine the doctor will want to deliver the baby by Caesarean section.
OK.
Do you want to take it now? - Do you need a hand? - I'm just about to use it.
When his head hit the deck I felt sick.
I thought he was gonna die or something.
Oi, listen, cut it out.
I hurt him.
I hit him and he went down real bad.
I'm telling you, will you cut it out? Don't worry, you're doing the job, son.
- He is, though, isn't he? - Don't be simple.
The boy's dense.
It'd take a sledgehammer to dent that kid's brain.
Will you just relax? You're making me tense.
- Has he come round yet? - Will you shut up? Yes, he's come round.
The doctor's seen him and he'll be all right.
Shut up! If you'd had your mind on the job you wouldn't have taken eight rounds hitting him till he was half-dead.
Eight rounds.
Eight rounds.
Look at you.
Huh? I'm telling you, that was sloppy, my son.
- That was well out of order.
- He was good, Tel.
He was a bleedin' donkey.
You.
He's watching you when he should be looking out for a smack in the mouth.
How many times have I told you I don't want you ringside? Your belly is sapping his concentration.
- Terry.
- It's doing neither of you any good.
I ask you.
Eight rounds.
- I did him, didn't l? - Shut up! - Take no notice.
- I wouldn't if he weren't right.
- It's not very good for the baby neither.
- Don't you start.
No, I get all nervous and I'm sure it must get through to him.
I hadn't ought to come.
He's right.
I don't believe him.
I think that bloke is hurt.
Do us a favour, Gail.
Go and see if he's all right.
Yeah, OK.
I'll get showered and changed.
- I'll see you when you get back, fatty.
- Oh, stop it.
Henry Cool McCartney.
Six pro fights and six straight wins.
No draws.
No losses.
Always stays the distance.
Pow! - How's your head? - Fine.
Just got a headache, that's all.
I was, right.
I was fast asleep.
- Don't worry, Tom, we're nearly there.
- Oi.
I was.
I told you once.
Button it.
- I didn't do nothing.
- You hurt my mate.
I don't like that.
Jockey.
- Right, you, out and in there.
- I feel sick now.
You ruddy well will do, I tell you.
Come on, move.
What you got? KO'd for a couple of minutes.
Can't remember a thing.
OK, you'll be all right.
Don't worry.
Love don't live here any more Why don't you curl up and die, Curly? - What's his name? - Law.
- Pardon? - PC Law.
Thomas Law.
What, are you Order, then? - I beg your pardon? - Order.
It's a joke.
Law and Order.
- Yeah, Law and Order.
- Shut up.
Brilliant.
Ha, ha! - Oh, love hurts - Shut it, will you? That's enough.
Do you mind? Always drink and syphilis and maybe a little of leprosy.
Mrs Emerson, her lungs are all shot to hell and they explode.
Brrrrrm! OK, and all of the blood is pouring into her stomach.
I'm happy to say it, I didn't see it.
- And(Gasps) - Kuba.
Like that.
Charlie says they were swimming in a sea of red, slipping and sliding, for the blood is pouring out of her mouth like that, like this Agh! So, it's too late.
Poor Mrs Emerson.
Goodbye.
- The flowers are lovely, Kuba.
- Really? Thank you.
My wife's pregnancy may not be very unusual as far as you lot are concerned but when she first came in I didn't notice you swanning around as though nothing was wrong.
Head down, Mr Radford.
If you'll excuse me, I have to deal with some sick people.
Where is she anyway? Where's my wife? If I spend another second with that stupid nerd I'll kill him.
- Where do you get a drink round here? - Head down, please.
- The boy's not been seen yet? - No, he just took him in.
- You in the mood for a row? - Just you watch it.
- Right, come on.
- What's this about? The friendly face of the NHS.
Come on, let's move it.
- Come on, let's go.
- (Protesting) - Andrew.
- (Sings drunkenly) If you're about to be clever, a charge nurse there could advise you otherwise.
Your wife's on the phone.
Says it's very important.
No, I've gone.
I'm on a call.
You don't know where.
You haven't seen me.
No, I'm afraid he's not here at the moment.
(Sings drunkenly) - Alex McCallion.
- Clive.
Would you like to come this way with me, please, sir? Oh, hey, not gonna need a needle, am l? - You never can tell.
- No, I don't want no needle.
- OK.
Come on.
- Get off me! Get off! Mr McCallion, I advise you not to mess with me, you see, cos I'm one mean guy, you understand? Let's go.
- Do you know where you are, Mr Law? - Holby City hospital.
Look straight ahead.
- Do you know why you're here? - I was knocked unconscious.
Good.
You don't remember it? I remember sitting in the car and Mike went for some chips, thenI don't know.
OK, can you squeeze my fingers for me? Lovely.
Everything seems to be fine.
I just want to get an X-ray of your head and neck.
Thanks.
I start sweating just listening to your bedside manner.
Get Karen down and have him X-rayed.
Half-hourly neuro obs for the first hour, eh? Have we any beds? Is that an offer or are you just pleased to see me? Yes or no? Nothing.
How do you feel? Not as bad as your face but tired all the same.
- What happened to your lip? - Nothing.
- It could do with a stitch.
- I'll get Karen out of bed.
I'm sure you will.
If you open your mouth as wide as you do it's bound to split from time to time.
- Excuse me.
I'm off to crash.
- What for? - Young girl.
OD.
Heroin.
- Was someone meant to tell me? She'll be in round about now.
I suggest you take heed of what I'm saying, Mr Shaw.
This kid drove into the back of a parked police vehicle.
I didn't.
I can't stand joyriders nicking vehicles and putting other folks' lives at risk.
You shouldn't question a patient before he's been examined.
He might have incurred serious injury.
- Hang on a minute - Please don't tell me what to do here.
You're in breach of police procedure speaking to him with no adult present.
Nurse, have a look at his head and take him to X-ray.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Mrs Emerson.
Hello, Baby Radford.
- What are you talking about? - Life.
We lose old woman, her place is taken by new infant.
- The man who fainthis baby.
- Yeah.
Kuba, you are quite mad.
It is not mad.
It is all part of grand design.
Yes, but what did those cardinals think they were at when they elected one of your lot to become Pope? I could have told you not to mess with him, you know.
Who, exactly? Ponting.
Handy Andy, they call him.
Shut up, will you? OK, love.
- Hi, Dave.
What have we got? - Not too clever, Baz.
Heroin addict, 28.
Pretty much out of it.
- There we go.
Found her bag in the flat.
- She's got a chemistry set in here.
She's got some friends outside, found her 40 minutes ago.
They say she's been trying to come off it.
- Have you looked in here? - I know, it's disgusting.
- Temazepam.
- If she ain't got hepatitis you'll be lucky.
- Good point.
Gloves.
And a cannula.
- Right.
Pulse 104.
Pressure 90 over 60.
She's not gonna peg out on us straightaway.
- Not a pretty sight, is it? - She's aspirated a bit.
Get an airway down her.
We tried raising a vein.
I don't think she's got a good one left.
I'd better be off.
Her friends think she took whatever it was about 1 1 this morning.
If they're right she's probably absorbed it by now.
Looks like she's run out of veins and started injecting intramuscularly.
She's a mess.
- All right.
- Calm down.
No, this is hopeless.
The anaesthetist will have to put a central line into her.
Do those friends know how many she took? I'll ask them.
- Do you want her intubated? - No, she's groggy but awake enough.
OK, do you want to start washing her out? - Have you seen her teeth? - I know.
She's my age.
Not long for this world, I feel.
- Is it all right now? - I think so.
- Didn't PC Law say anything? - No, he was too dizzy, wasn't he? - And that bloke in Reception? - Oh, definitely, yeah.
I've broken into the car, I said that already, but only so I could kip in the back.
I was asleep when that bloke done the front door.
- I only woke up when he got it going.
- And? He was so sloshed he never saw me.
We'd gone about 100 yards, then he crashed.
He just buggered off.
That young copper got knocked out.
The other cop was in the chip shop so they never saw him.
Right.
You stay there.
- Ponting's brought in the head injury.
- What head injury? They don't know how many tablets.
A boxer.
Unconscious for 25 minutes with a lucid interval.
Stable at present.
- If you need any help, give me a shout.
- This is getting ridiculous.
I know.
Dr Samuels, I've put the boxer in four.
Great.
Find me when the anaesthetist and X-ray are through.
Get what you can out.
Darling.
Hello.
Yes, of course.
Of course I can say.
All right, I'll say it.
You are the only sugar sherbet lemon sorbet in my life.
Yes, my candy poodle too.
Satisfied? Flopsy bunny, big brown bear.
Yes, of course I mean it.
Mute? Oh, Sandra Mute.
No, you've met her.
Yes, you have.
No, she's not on tonight.
She's on holiday.
Wales, I think.
Llandudno? Might be.
I don't know.
Anyway, why should l? What letter, love? Look, Beryl, wait until the end of the shift, love.
Please, eh? Listen, it was a practical joke, love.
You know what the boys are like down here.
Anything for a laugh, eh? (Line goes dead) What is it? - It's Ponting's wife.
- Yeah? She's found out about him and Mute.
- Oh, she's not? - She's left him.
So's Mute.
She's gone on holiday with a jockey.
Four foot eleven inches high.
A jockey? Shh.
Four foot eleven Oh, God, I haven't laughed like that in ages.
- It's about time, then, innit? - Yeah.
Just a minute.
Where's he going? Mr Fairbrother, Mrs McCartney, I'm sending Henry to X-ray and to get a senior colleague to see him.
- Why? - It's not unusual in conditions like these.
I can't believe it.
I've examined him but I'd like a far clearer idea of why Henry hasn't come round yet.
- He's very poorly, ain't he? - I can't make a proper diagnosis yet.
But it would be unfair of me to pretend that Henry's well.
He's not, he's very ill, yes.
I swear on my life, The Face never laid a glove on him.
Well, something did, Mr Fairbrother.
He's a sad example ofmmmWestern macho culture.
Forever doomed to regard women as an object.
Now, as a Pole, for me it is not difficult Dear God.
And it can very often happen that the damage may be cumulative.
I'm sorry, can you explain? It forms over a long period of time.
I left that dressing room, she'll tell you, and he was as happy as Larry.
- There was nothing wrong with him.
- He has a cut over his right eye.
What was he like? Tell her.
I went to see the bloke Henry knocked down.
He was worried he'd hurt him.
He wasn't complaining of dizziness, blurred vision? No, nothing.
When I came back he was lying on the floor.
He's had six straight wins.
Six.
He's a pro fighter.
You don't box like that with blurred vision.
Mr Fairbrother, I am not casting doubt on what you say.
- You don't have to.
- What do you mean? You know what I mean.
The medical profession, the BMA, you're all the same.
You never miss a chance to have a go.
But your mob are always willing to do ringside work for some freebies.
Hang on a second.
Let's get something straight here.
This is not a good night for me and the last thing I need is you starting a debate about medical ethics.
Oh, you make me laugh.
You think you've had it hard? Well, listen, cos you might learn something.
- Really? - Yes.
It's simple patching up people with a clear conscience.
Look, I didn't put Henry into hospital.
No? Think again.
OK, you want it straight? Yes, you're right, I don't like boxing.
I don't like what it does to people's brains.
Right.
Fine.
You tell me where you was when I was dragging him out of a detention centre.
- Here, probably.
- Good.
Good.
I'm the person who stopped him putting more work your way.
Boxing has made him a pleasant person, nice to look at, human.
If he's gonna make anything of this life boxing will pick up the tab.
I wouldn't bet on it.
I've a sneaking suspicion it will be brain surgery.
(Sobs) I am sorry, Mrs McCartney.
I am not a specialist.
I've only got four weeks to go.
(Knock at door) Excuse me, Baz.
We've got the X-rays from Jill Riley's chest.
The anaesthetist has finished but we think she's stable.
OK.
Can you get Mrs McCartney a cup of tea? And Mr Fairbrother.
Look, missus, hurting people might not seem much of a talent to you but it's the only honest way that boy will make money.
I kid you not.
What did you do after you ran into the police car? (Vomits) - Seen Mr Radford, Duffy? - No, thank God.
- Is he OK? - Yeah.
Keeping him overnight for obs.
- I'm putting him to beddy-byes.
- Lucky you.
What I can't understand is the severity of the punishment, for the first moral lapse I've had in 1 7 years of married life.
The one and only time I depart from the straight and narrow I get clobbered like something out of the Old Testament.
It can be hard.
See, I really liked her.
Sandra.
I really liked her, Kuba.
But I really love my wife as well.
Oh, I don't know.
Andrew, you must look on life's bright side.
My wife has left me, I've had possibly the briefest affair in history and the woman responsible for that has run away with a horse-riding dwarf to the land of my fathers.
What are you talking about? We live in country without poison insects and unaffected by natural disaster.
My whole bloody life's a natural disaster, you pillock.
(Laughs) It was a joke.
- Are you trying to be funny? - Mm, yeah.
(Struggling) The Welsh are only the Irish that couldn't swim, eh? I think you owe that young man an apology.
- If I could find him.
- Luke Bridgewater? He's in cubicle one.
- He's not in any of them.
Come on, you.
- (Protests) Medical reg is admitting Jill Riley.
Can you let Baz know? Ask the police for an escort for a patient going to Newport for a brain scan.
- You got an ambulance? - Two.
Talk to Ambulance Control and have them OK it.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
I am.
I won't even ask why.
- Duffy - What? Get off.
I'm not a violent man but do you think I'm attractive? - Baz.
- Oh, pass.
Mrs Radford had a daughter.
Mother and baby both fine.
- Father's disappeared.
- Oh, so there is a God.
Jill Riley's on her way to a ward.
Oh, and apparently Ponting's wife has thrown him out.
She found a letter from Mute in his sandwich box.
Some women have all the luck.
- What is it? - The fighter that was brought in.
You didn't have to get Dodd out.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I was half-asleep.
- You should have sent him to Newport.
- Ewart, I'm sorry.
My brain feels like there's half a dozen drunks failing to resolve a fight in it.
What did Dodd say? It's almost certainly an extradural.
Critical.
We're rushing him to Newport now It'll take nearly three quarters of an hour.
Have you told his wife? - I will if you want me to.
- No.
I would like you to just tell her one thing.
Why we've had our neurosurgery unit cut.
You know what they used to call boxing? The science.
Not an art, it's not a sport, it's a science.
- We go in a police car, me and the girl? - Yes.
That's a bleedin' laugh.
First time I ever clapped eyes on him he was in a police car.
He'd nicked it.
I love that boy.
- I saw the fight.
- Mm? I didn't realise it was him, Henry McCartney.
I saw it on Kuba's telly.
He was amazing.
The other fellow never got anywhere near him.
Well, that was about 40 minutes ago.
Ewart, that Bridgewater kid, he must have gone home.
Susie, get onto Ambulance Control.
Some bastard's nicked my bleedin' van.
(Siren) Right.
Hello, Control.
What's big, white and missing? No.
An ambulance.