Casualty (1986) s02e05 Episode Script
Anaconda
Oh, this year we're off to sunny Spain Y viva España Off to the Costa Brava plain Y viva España When you want to see a matador In some cool cabaña And meet señoritas by the score España por favor España por favor (Applause and cheering) Thank you, Mo and Blue Max.
Give her a big hand, please.
- (Applause and cheering) - Holby's finest group.
Come on, Mo.
Back on.
- Get us a black Russian.
- What? The drink - rum and vodka! Mind you, I quite fancy a big husky, dusky bloke.
I'm gonna die out there.
Make it a double.
We who are about to belly flop, salute you, Caesar.
Ladies and boys, now, we want a smashing big Holby welcome to Wanda, The Human Anaconda.
(Applause) (Mouths) ( Plays fanfare) - Do you know Begin The Beguine? - No.
What about Blue Spanish Eyes - do you know that? - Yeah.
- Well, play that.
(Hissing) - All quiet on the western front? - Oh, hi, Frank.
Back again so soon? On the hour every hour, to brighten up your Friday nights.
- Any trouble? - No.
There's probably a cuppa in the staff room though.
Ta.
- Ah, Susie - Not right now, Frank.
- I pulled this detail so we could talk.
- Later, I'm busy right now.
Oh.
All right.
I'll grab a cuppa.
Ah, the burdens of rank.
Absolute power corrupts exquisitely.
Has Mr Worrall's FBC come back from the lab yet? - No, not yet.
- They must be on another work to rule.
- Give me a shout when it comes in? - Yeah, will do.
- That po-faced witch gets right up my - Your what? I bet she sleeps with her head in a splint in case she smiles and cracks her face.
Up, Marvin, up.
He's playing hard to get, ladies and gentlemen.
Why don't we all shout "Up, Marvin, up"? One two three.
(All) Up, Marvin, up.
(Laughter) Up, Marvin, up.
That snake's poleaxed.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm afraid Marvin's a bit shy this evening.
Now, I'd like to do another spectacular stunt for you.
Ladies and gentlemen, I've got a little announcement to make.
Would anybody who happens to come across All in character.
I'm gonna change that into a shop - (Screaming) - Hey, what's that? I'm dead sorry, ladies and gentlemen.
(Screaming) Ladies and gentlemen, please, don't panic.
Don't panic, sit down.
But you English are very horsey people, Charles.
You were born in the saddle, like like Princess Anne.
Yes? Kuba, the nearest I've ever been to a saddle, it was on a bicycle.
- But you win money? - From the safety of a bookie's shop, yes.
Where the animals are out of harm's way on a telly in the corner.
Even the bookies are behind bars.
Yes, Charlie, but your friend at the race track is a big-shot trainer.
I've got bad news for you, old son, Harry's the car park attendant - not so much big-time as part-time.
Charlie, please, I've just bought the buckets.
20 little minutes is all I ask.
20 little minutes for what? 20 little minutes to create a race of thoroughbred tomatoes.
Polo Mint, you are a seriously mad man.
Charlie, Ambulance Control.
You are gonna love this one! Charlie? Give us a swig.
You've had it all night.
What you on about? What you doing? Guess what I'm doing.
Taking photographs.
- You're perspicacious.
- You're looking for a split lip.
Oh, no offence, pal.
You own this? - Bits of it.
- Which bits? - Headlights.
Bank owns the rest.
- Why's the bank got a jeep? To launch military assaults on people with overdrafts.
You aren't really taking photos.
- There's no people.
- You in the army? - Nope.
- You Babylon man.
You have to have people in photos.
- How's that? - You gotta have people.
- Are you the police? - Do I look like a policeman? - Yeah.
- (Laughs) I give up.
- What's your name, anyway? - Tell nothing to Babylon.
What's the photograph of if there's no one in it? The Invisible Man.
Holby by night, or, as someone called it for some unknown reason, architecture.
My old man's got a camera.
Infrared.
Is yours infrared? Computerised, ultra-gamma violet X-rays.
Based on the furry-dice principle.
He takes real pictures.
Real ones, of us at Christmas, with us in them - understand me? Take a photo of us, mister.
All right, come on then.
All in.
No photos for the SS man.
- Get in the picture.
- Zoom in.
Snap it, George.
Well, bye-bye, Lisa.
It was such a lovely surprise.
Yes, well, goodbye, Celia.
Thanks for tea.
My big sister, after all those years.
- Oh, it was such a lovely surprise.
- Yes.
It's such a pity you can't stay to supper.
I'm sure Gabriel would be thrilled to see you.
Especially now Paul's away from home, there's just the two of us in the evenings.
Yes? Well, I'd better go now.
Goodbye, Celia.
- It was so nice to see you again, Lisa.
- Yes, and you.
- Come again sooner.
- Yes.
Too many years have gone by.
Don't let us do that again.
Please come.
- Yes.
I'd better go now.
- We'd love to see you.
- Goodbye, Celia.
- Goodbye, Lisa.
Goodbye, Lisa.
Do come again.
(Charlie) Cubicle three.
Excuse me, Charlie.
Charlie, X-ray? X-ray, yeah, carry on.
This woman's the knock out, is she? Cubicle three.
Sorry, can you take a seat? Take a seat, take a seat.
Can you look after this man? All right, take a seat over there.
No, I didn't start it.
It was supposed to be the pensioners' variety night.
Well, they got variety - they got a bleeding riot.
Did they want more varied than that? Charlie, I think she's fractured her ankle.
It's tarts like that that got the country where it is.
I'm going to have to ask you to just take a seat - just for the moment, all right? Crack on the head.
Can't remember if she's been unconscious or not.
Right, put her in the crash room for now.
Andy, it's great to see you back.
How was the holiday? Three weeks sitting at home, going off your rocker.
It's great to see you back.
It was supposed to be a variety for the pensioners.
- It's my first night back tonight.
- (Laughs) Shush now, love, we're all supposed to behave ourselves in here.
Shh.
Well, I didn't book 'er.
and I don't see why I should be carted off in a meat wagon.
That's no meat wagon, that's my ambulance.
They shouldn't have brung that tart in here - they should've carted her off to the vet's.
This is no treatment for senior citizens! They should put her into solitary confinement, with all the other tarts.
It was like Dunkirk.
When it comes to dirty fighting, you can't beat old folks.
A 14-foot python didn't stand a chance.
- Meek as church mice, this lot.
- Yeah.
That's no sort of entertainment for senior citizens.
Once we had a male stripper.
- (Laughs) - Made me feel ten years younger.
Oh, Charlie, sorry I was late.
I was suturing that kid.
What was it like? You remember the night they raided Minsky's? (Shouting) (Shouting) (Shouting) (Grunts) Out the way! Leg it! (Groaning) You all right, mate? - Let's have a look at you.
- Leave me, leave me.
It's all right, I'm a friend.
There you go.
Don't move.
Don't move.
Stay there, old son, I'm gonna get an ambulance.
Right, do you just want to take off your clothes Do you just want to put the gown on? Gets dead hot on stage, especially in the working men's clubs.
Yeah, all the heavy breathing.
You're all right, you are.
Good evening.
Good God! - Tarty Tomlinson, you old slag bag! - What are you Don't tell us you're a nurse.
You're not a nurse? - I'm a doctor, actually, Hilary.
- Go away, you old boot.
You must be in disguise.
You're one to talk.
About disguises, I mean.
Fancy them letting an old lowlife like you into a hospital.
What's the talent like? You been through the doctors like a dose of salts? Look, let's get started, shall we? Hilary, it's very busy tonight.
It's Wanda now, Wanda, The Human Anaconda.
Thecharmer.
The company people keep nowadays.
- There now, comfy.
- I wanna go home.
When the surgeon's had a look at your leg.
- Why, is he a dirty old man? - (Laughs) - Why doesn't he look at your legs? - He wants to see your leg for a change.
- Cheer himself up.
- Oh, that's nice.
I'm an expensive girl to keep.
Mr Kilroy is loaded, and you want to see the big motor car he has.
Doesn't need a car.
I've a free pass on the buses.
Here.
Who's that old geezer over there? That's Mr Worrall.
- Is he dead? - (Laughs) No, of course not.
- Well, he looks dead.
- Well, he's not.
Will he want to see my legs too? Oh, he will.
Mr Worrall is an old sailor and if he hadn't got a nail through his foot, - he'd chase you round the houses.
- I'm too quick for a sailor.
- Never trust a sailor.
- Try and get some sleep, love.
Sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite.
So, the bed is lousy, you say? - No! - Good night.
I'm going to eat nothing while I'm here.
I don't wanna catch semolina poisoning.
(Laughs) If Worrall wakes up, she'll get more than she bargained for.
He shoved his hand up my skirt when they put him on the trolley.
Must've got a new battery for his pacemaker.
You should hear the language when I told him to pee in the bottle.
They could walk on water that pair, couldn't they? Any head pain now? Just a bit foggy, that's all.
'Ere, so spill the beans, then.
Do you do anatomy with any of the talent? I'll do you in a minute.
Go on, chapter and verse, and all the squidgy bits.
I don't think we'll need you from now on, Karen.
- Didn't Charlie need a hand? - What? I'll manage all right from now on, thank you.
- You sure? - Yes.
- Cheers, love.
- Bye.
- Let's get one thing straight, Hilary.
- Wanda.
- Sod that! - No, it's Wanda.
I've been walked on for years, the least I can do is choose me own name.
- Here, Susie, get a load of this.
- What? You'll never guess who's just slithered out of Dr Depression's past.
Way-ay now, pet, they're a right couple of old muckers.
- Who? - The flippin' snake woman.
- And Tomlinson? - Yeah, they're like that.
Cosy as a coupla cobras on a bicycle.
I've gotta get a piece of this action.
- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry, I'm consulting a patient.
Yes, I've just got a problem with Miss sorry, what was your name, love? Oh, we were just discussing that, like.
It's Wanda, The Human Anaconda.
- Can this not wait, Susie? - Yes.
Absolutely, doctor.
- Is that your real name, love? - Really real.
Done it by deed poll.
- Which bit's the surname? - Later, Susie, please! Yes, sorry.
Bye.
Ta-ra, love.
Nice kid.
Great looker.
- Oh, for God's sake, Hi - Wanda.
Way-ay now, pet.
There's something we've gotta get straight, Hilary.
Don't say it - Wanda.
Look, Susie, I don't know how to put this.
I tell a lie.
I know exactly how to put this.
I've just had 1 1 people walk in here.
It's not my problem.
I can't register her until I know what to put.
What would you do? Would you put The Human Anaconda, Wanda, or Human Anaconda, Wanda, The? Honest answer? I don't give a toss about her or her creepy-crawlies.
If I knew you were going to adopt a snakist attitude, I wouldn't have bothered you.
Snakist? What's a snakist? A snakist is a person who has an unreasonable bigoted intolerance towards the vipery classes.
Remember St Patrick? Ambulance control are on the phone - an elderly Asian man has been mugged and badly cut up, but he's had an Ml, OK? Right.
Vipery classes? Myocardial infarction, I think.
He was clutching his chest.
Seemed more worried about his chest than the other injuries.
- How long ago did you find him? - Ten minutes.
- Is the crash room clear? - Yeah.
Someone worked him over badly.
He was barely conscious when we got there.
The bloke that found him scarpered.
Into crash.
He's not too happy with his chest, is he? - Can't get an output.
Get the resus team.
- Right.
Attaboy.
Resus team.
Get him over on his side.
Item nine.
Oh, yes, I thought it might be a good idea if you could update the committee on what effect the police visits to the unit are having, if any, from the point of view of the practitioners.
It's early days yet.
The police patrol the department on Friday and Saturday nights.
The level of violence seems to be lower.
Whether that's because of the police, I don't know.
- We can go for weeks without trouble.
- This is an administrator's view.
As a doctor, I do have certain reservations.
It's always possible that a high police profile might scare off patients from Holby's more exotic quarters.
That's a PR problem.
My department.
Fine.
Item ten? Are you all right, dear? Staff nurse'll be along in a minute.
- Check your plaster.
- Karen, the lady's asleep.
Yeah.
She didn't quite say borstal, but we reckon there's a lot more to Dr Tomlinson than meets the eye.
- You looking for someone? - Sorry, press.
- Sorry, mate, out of bounds.
- I kinda got lost.
You better do it again before staff catches you.
You don't happen to know about an Asian man who came in earlier on? - Can't help you.
- Try reception.
- I don't like to disturb anyone.
- You won't disturb her.
Ask Susie.
She knows her way round this place.
We get lost the whole time.
They send posses out for us.
- Down there on the left.
- Ta.
Sorry.
Who was that? - My biographer.
- Said he was press.
He got lost and we directed him politely towards reception.
Oh, good! I learned my lesson first year.
Never trust a journalist as far as you can throw him.
This is nice, Cyril.
Would you like to put the lady in a high arm sling? The thing he flashed look like a library ticket.
- It's important.
- No way.
All releases for the press on patient conditions to be routed through the night nursing officer.
Unquote.
- Don't make 'em.
- Just obey them? - Yep.
- More than your job's worth? - Yep.
- Mine, too.
Kinda hangs on this story - deadlines.
Deadlines! Doesn't make the slightest bit of difference.
Night nursing officer's telephone number.
Thanks.
Use your phone? - No.
- Unquote.
Unquote.
Down there.
20 little minutes and two buckets, but no, no, he says, the Philistine! 20 minutes to create a master race.
Oh.
All those thoroughbred gee-gees make thoroughbred poo-poos butwhere to find the gee-gees? I'll wrap this wheelchair round your neck in a minute.
Yes, thanks.
Let me know.
Bye.
Hello.
Yes.
I'm sorry.
The Asian gentleman you were asking about is still being examined.
There won't be any details until they're through.
OK.
How soon will you know? They should be through in about 15 to 20 minutes.
I can let you have some information then, Mr? - Decker.
- Decker.
I'm sorry, which paper is it again? - The Holby Post.
- All right, Mr Decker.
- I'll ring you at the Post as soon as I - No, don't ring the Post.
I'm not in the office.
I'm on an assignment at the moment.
Em I'll ring you back, shall I, in say 15 minutes? Say 20.
OK, 20.
Well, that lot should fairly put the cat among the pigeons.
Ermhave you got any plans for lunch tomorrow? None.
I think we deserve a treat after all our efforts - at my expense, of course.
- All right.
- Do you know the St Vincent Rocks? - Yes.
- Good, the St Vincent's it is then.
It's good plain English fare.
Ah, a man after my own heart.
But there's one string attached.
We don't talk shop.
- Yes, Doctor.
- Mr.
- What's in a name? - Eight grand a year.
- Besides, we agreed to call me Ewart.
- Mr Plimmer, you're needed in Admin.
I'm on my way.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Apparently, they were in some Buddhist sect.
Something that's into a lot of snakes on account of their rituals.
Snakes and joss sticks.
Hippy stuff.
There was a lot of hippy stuff in the '70s.
I think I would've really like the '70s, wouldn't you? - Yeah.
- But we get the '80s.
Brilliant(!) Cyril reckons she's five years older than she actually looks.
No, I'm being serious.
I thought you were supposed to be a journalist.
I'm a photographer.
Well, yeah, I'm a journalist too.
Anyway, it's my mate, not me, that runs the agency.
He's always on the lookout for models, and I sometimes recommend people to him professionally.
- I thought you had to be trained.
- You can't train bone structure.
Like I said, yours is very good.
There's a lot of money in it, Susie.
Your cheekbones could be index-linked.
- It's very flattering - All you need is two hours.
Just one trial sitting for a couple of hours.
That's all it needs.
- I won't do anything smutty.
- I'd never do anything smutty either.
- You'd be safe.
- It's your friend I'm worried about.
It'd be me.
I'd be doing the trial session.
You never laid a finger on her.
You're a little pansy.
- Course I did.
- What you do? - What do you think I did? - Tell us what you did.
You didn't do nothing, you're a gay boy.
- Get away! - Where'd you do it? - What d'you mean? - Where'd you do it? - At her house.
- You didn't.
- How'd you know? - What you do? - I should know.
It was me that did it.
- Tell us what you did! - Don't be stupid.
- You're a little fairy.
- Go away! - He's a little gay boy.
- Shut up! You're bleedin' queer.
- You never done nothing with her.
- Shut up! - Don't touch him.
Nowtell us what you did then, Stephen.
- He's a gay boy.
- You're a queer.
You never touched him.
You never touched the Paki.
I kicked him stupid.
- Fairy! - I kicked him stupid! But you never cut him.
- I did, I kicked him.
- You didn't cut him.
- I didn't 'ave nothing.
- Didn't have Elaine Williams either.
The patient you were inquiring about never regained consciousness.
- You mean he's dead? - Yes.
I see.
Thank you.
(Phone rings) Photographic desk.
- Peter? - Yeah.
- Peter, it's Leon Wolsley.
- Where the hell have you been? - I live in a place called Holby now.
- Never heard of it.
Yeah, well, it's difficult to achieve a broad global perspective from under the table in a wine bar.
That's what I like about you, Leon - nothing.
Peter, get your chequebook ready - I'm gonna make you the toast of the bistros.
Leon, do me a favour - don't do me a favour.
- I watched a murder being done tonight.
- Did you get some stills? I could have them up the line to London for you by 1 1 :30.
Listen - His wife's in the interview room.
- Has she been told? Dr Tomlinson told her and Duffy's with her.
- How is she? - Very quiet.
Can't say I'm exactly singin' meself.
Three days' leave tomorrow - murder inquiry says goodbye to that.
Yeah, well, I better go and have a chat with Mr Plimmer.
See you.
See you.
Oh, did you know that Sandra's memorial service is tomorrow at half past two? Oh, is it? Whereabouts is it? - It's St George's.
- Yeah, I know it.
Good, you're more than welcome to come.
- I'll see how I'm fixed with this, all right? - Sure.
What'd you say? Well, don't! That's only the half of it.
After we'd been arrested, they let wor off wi' a flea in wor ear, so, the next night we went back to the club again, only this time we were disguised as blokes, which worked a treat until flippin' Mary went into the gents' loo.
- Then all hell broke out.
- What age were you then? 15 or 16.
It's lucky her dad didn't get wind of it.
A right hard docker he was - real angry bloke.
Mary Tomlinson's father was a docker? Of course he was.
Everyone's da worked on the docks.
Oh, well, I've seen it all.
I thought she was another little public schoolgirl.
You can ask her yourself.
Oh, I must get back.
Nobody here's got a continuation sheet? - No.
- No.
See you.
Bye.
- Cheers, love.
- Hello, Francine.
- So, how do you feel? - You lost the accent all right.
Way-ay, that was the hardest part.
I feel fine.
It's really nice to see you.
Yeah.
A bit of a shock, an' all.
Yeah.
What have you been telling people? The last I heard we'd been on some fertility ritual in Kathmandu.
It appears none of your colleagues knows owt about you, so they've been filling in the gaps wi' their imagination.
You always were a one for keeping people guessing.
It keeps them on the toes.
Until it turns out otherwise, we'll treat this investigation as death by foul play.
- The big M.
- The big M.
Lennox.
Right.
I want you to interview his wife.
She's here now in the interview room.
Get his normal movements.
Find out if there's anything unusual today.
Apart from being murdered? See what you can get from the woman.
I'll be along in a while.
Seeing as you're here, you can come wi' me.
Yes, sir.
Is that the DC Lennox that got a commendation, sir? There's more to this job than just being a hard man.
There's two kinds of coppers, those who know that and those who are too thick to learn it.
(Siren) This looks a mess.
He's all right.
It's the girl I'm worried about.
Get the trolley, Andy.
She's been hit on the head.
She's in a terrible mess.
Andy Get the trolley! The trolley - get it! This is where most of the relatives of the deceased are consulted in private.
Not a very happy room.
Thanks, mate, you're giving me the spooks.
Nurse Duffy is with Mrs Karichi.
I hope the dame understands English because I can't speak Booga-wooga.
- Mrs Karichi? - Yeah.
Ergood evening, Mrs Karichi.
You've done well for yourself.
I never would've imagined it.
I was lucky.
No, you were shrewd.
Back home is very bad now.
The whole of Sunderland's a wasteland.
I know.
I went back last Christmas.
Did you know Mackie's has closed? God, no! 3,000 fellas laid off.
Oh.
When did you come down south? About four years ago.
I was on the game for a while, but I got beaten up, then I got the snakes and an Equity card.
Oh, would you do us a favour, love? Yeah, sure.
You couldn't find us a bit of food, could you? Oh, I'm not hungry meself, like.
He's called Victor.
He's not poisonous or anything, but I haven't been mugged since I started carrying him with us.
Victor's me little minder.
I'm not showing me legs wi' fancy men on the ward.
I'm sorry.
Dr Tomlinson? Charlie wants you to go.
They're bringing in three Asian youths and one of them's got a bad head injury.
See you later.
Try and get some rest.
Well, that's all for the present.
I'm sorry I had to bother you just now.
My boss, Detective Sergeant Brennan might want a few words, if that's all right.
Would that be all right? Yes.
I'mvery sorry about your husband, Mrs Karichi.
(Sobs) It's all right, Mrs Karichi.
All right.
- A cubicle? - Cubicle one.
Lift.
One, two, three, lift.
Steady.
Pupils unequal - left sluggish.
Where's Ponting? Outside.
Nothing.
He froze there like a zombie, like he was stuck to the pavement.
- Where is he now? - I don't know.
Swinging from the tree for all I know.
What I do know is he's not riding in my car again.
That man is AWOL up here.
Look, I've got to get back in.
Yes, I've got to phone in and get the guys with the butterfly nets.
The old girl was cooperative enough.
But what do you expect her to say? She's had a pretty lousy shock.
There's one other thing.
She's English.
So? Her husband was English.
I meant, she's White, sir.
Your powers of detection never cease to amaze me, Lennox.
The family were very upset.
They refused to have anything to do with us.
That was understandable, I suppose.
After the war, we moved back to Holby.
No one came to our son's christening.
Things were very different then, I suppose.
Is there anyone I can contact for you, Mrs Karichi? - Does your husband have any relatives? - His brother lives in Carlisle.
They're very well-to-do.
Would you like me to ring him for you? No, I'll ring them when I get back home.
Is there anyone in your own family, I Lisa, my sister, came to the house tonight, for the first time in seven years.
It was like she knew Gabriel was going to die.
Must've had a premonition.
Shh.
They still think we've got the shop.
- That's for you.
- Oh, thanks.
Have the police located the Asian girl's parents yet? Yes, they're sending a car round.
How is she? They've taken her up to theatre - CT shows an extra-dural.
They'll do a bore-hole to evacuate the haematoma.
It's a bit early yet, but they're not too hopeful.
Oh, that poor child! I want the boy with the facial wound to be kept in overnight.
Mr Thurgood'll look at that in the morning.
Want me to look after that for you? You'd be my favourite Irish woman if you did.
(Laughs) - I could do with a cup of tea.
- That I'm not doing.
- No? - No.
I will let you know about the bed.
Thanks.
- I'll be in my office.
- Oh, you! Oh, sorry, I was looking for Charlie.
I saw the light on.
I think he's in the staff room.
Are you all right? Yeah, I'm fine.
Come on, out with it.
- No.
I'm fine, honestly.
- So am I, but I'm not crying.
Kettle's just boiled.
Snake.
- Snake! - No, really? I mean to say.
- It's alive! - You're both absolutely over-reacting.
It's redundant to spray him since he isn't on fire.
I'm not gonna spray him I'm gonna whack him.
Look, a snake! Isn't she pretty? - It's a he.
- Oh! Has he got? Course! He's a fine specimen of a man, aren't you, Victor? - Hello.
- What's it doing here? - I'm snake-sitting for a friend.
- She's snake-sitting.
Oh, well that's different.
That makes it all right then(!) I don't understand why you're so upset about the police.
Oh, Ewart, I wanted to grab her and shake her.
She's so meek! Her family have totally ignored her for over 40 years, and she thinks it's because they're old-fashioned.
Her husband has just been murdered, and she doesn't want to put the police to any trouble.
I wanted to strangle her! You don't understand, do you? I don't understand.
They don't live in the same country as you or I do, Ewart.
They've had their windows smashed half a dozen times, they've had paraffin poured through their letterbox and their shop has been petrol-bombed.
And now he's been murdered.
And every time, all the police ever did was make them fill out a questionnaire and then they never saw them again.
If one of your white Holby councillors on the hospital committee was petrol-bombed, you can bet the police would do more than make them fill out some sodding questionnaire! Well, wouldn't they? Cheers.
What happened to Ponting? He went off sick at midnight.
He had a couple of weeks off after Sandra was killed, didn't he? Yeah, last night was his first night back.
- What happened to him? - What do you mean? What happened to him when he went to get those people? He went into shock.
You don't go into shock weeks after something happens.
All right, he froze up, he went into shock, he went up the curtains.
Who gives a toss what you call it? The man's in a lot of pain right now.
What is this, a medical exam? He didn't like what he saw.
None of us likes the vista, do we? Andy had a little funny turn.
- That's his business, isn't it? - Sorr-y.
Didn't he and Sandra have something going? Oh, well, if hospital tittle-tattle declares that to be true, Dr Tomlinson, then I suppose it must be, mustn't it? (Hisses) Pathetic.
Excuse me.
See there is God in heaven.
Can I have a look at that, Kuba? ( Gentle piano) (Ewart) We're running rather late.
I have a lunch appointment.
Be that as it may, I cannot impress upon you too much how serious your position is.
These marital breakdown hearings are never as clean and painless as we would all obviously desire them to be, Mr Plimmer.
I'm sure you're right, but I don't want to get into the kind of dirty fighting against my wife that you seem to be talking about.
Excuse me.
- This table was booked for one o'clock? - It was.
Will you tell Mr Plimmer that I waited until 25 to two? - I shall do that.
- Thank you.
These affidavits of your wife are the first to fling dirt.
No matter how unseemly you may find it, unless you wish to be financially mauled in chambers, the only legal advice I can give is fling it back.
Oh, and one other thing, Mr Plimmer.
It would be extremely detrimental to your position were you to how shall I put it? .
.
were you to conduct any additional personal relationship at present.
Now, I think we should proceed to drawing up our list.
We don't have to do that now, do we? If you hadn't left everything to the very 1 1th hour, Mr Plimmer.
Oh, all right.
- ( Organ playing Abide With Me) - Elizabeth.
Oh, I see you managed to make it to the memorial service.
- Where the hell were you? - It was completely unavoidable.
Noit was extremely avoidable.
All I had to do was not accept.
- I shall certainly avoid it in future.
- Elizabeth? What the hell are you gawping at? Just don't ever get married, do you hear? Not unless all your marbles are missing.
It was a nice service.
Really thoughtful.
I'm really gonna miss her.
You? Enough of this.
I'm going for a shopping orgy.
Cheer me up.
You coming? - Sorry, prior engagement.
- Come on, Susie.
Look, I've got to go.
I'll see you later.
- Poor Ponting.
- Oh, yes.
They spent all their time together.
Hello.
I'll see you later.
I didn't think you'd make it.
I got my leave back.
Haven't you seen the papers? - No.
- They've all scooped it up by now.
Look.
Oh, dear God! Some geezer walked in the station, 2am, hands us 10 by 8 glossies - not before he flogged 'em to Fleet Street mind you.
Still, that's a share-owning democracy, I suppose.
We picked up two of 'em six this morning.
We should have the others by now.
- See you.
- Yeah, see you, Slim.
- Charlie, are you going straight home? - Yeah.
Well, no, sort of.
Mind if I tag along for a bit - bit of a chat? (Siren) What were you doing there? Photographs of city degeneration for Architecture Quarterly.
- Why didn't you say anything? - What if they hadn't come out? I'd have looked a right berk.
That happened to me in Spain.
You were having me on.
Yours always come out.
A man's entitled to his little secrets.
And another thing, you're the only one for this agency.
There isn't a partner, is there? Only as far as the VAT men are concerned.
I'm not sure whether I should be here or not.
I thinkyou feel you should be here.
I thought you said something about work.
Work.
(Laughs) You see, you're halfway to being a pro already.
Come on, then.
She knows about me and Sandra.
Didn't seem fair to tell her but there wouldn't be any going on without telling her.
It's not gonna be easy, butwe can work at it.
Try and get back together.
And there's a job.
I never really believed I'd ever come back to it.
Last night I wrote off during the my leave, you know, an ad.
A job? Yeah.
Warden for sheltered accommodation for old people.
Crop of daft old buggers! - Can you just see me? - Yeah.
Always taking the mickey.
But I have got a soft spot for the old gerries.
It's good because there's a There's a flat, see, and I can live in it till me and B Beryl get back together again.
Charlie.
(Phone rings) (Ringing tone) (Phone continues to ring)
Give her a big hand, please.
- (Applause and cheering) - Holby's finest group.
Come on, Mo.
Back on.
- Get us a black Russian.
- What? The drink - rum and vodka! Mind you, I quite fancy a big husky, dusky bloke.
I'm gonna die out there.
Make it a double.
We who are about to belly flop, salute you, Caesar.
Ladies and boys, now, we want a smashing big Holby welcome to Wanda, The Human Anaconda.
(Applause) (Mouths) ( Plays fanfare) - Do you know Begin The Beguine? - No.
What about Blue Spanish Eyes - do you know that? - Yeah.
- Well, play that.
(Hissing) - All quiet on the western front? - Oh, hi, Frank.
Back again so soon? On the hour every hour, to brighten up your Friday nights.
- Any trouble? - No.
There's probably a cuppa in the staff room though.
Ta.
- Ah, Susie - Not right now, Frank.
- I pulled this detail so we could talk.
- Later, I'm busy right now.
Oh.
All right.
I'll grab a cuppa.
Ah, the burdens of rank.
Absolute power corrupts exquisitely.
Has Mr Worrall's FBC come back from the lab yet? - No, not yet.
- They must be on another work to rule.
- Give me a shout when it comes in? - Yeah, will do.
- That po-faced witch gets right up my - Your what? I bet she sleeps with her head in a splint in case she smiles and cracks her face.
Up, Marvin, up.
He's playing hard to get, ladies and gentlemen.
Why don't we all shout "Up, Marvin, up"? One two three.
(All) Up, Marvin, up.
(Laughter) Up, Marvin, up.
That snake's poleaxed.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
I'm afraid Marvin's a bit shy this evening.
Now, I'd like to do another spectacular stunt for you.
Ladies and gentlemen, I've got a little announcement to make.
Would anybody who happens to come across All in character.
I'm gonna change that into a shop - (Screaming) - Hey, what's that? I'm dead sorry, ladies and gentlemen.
(Screaming) Ladies and gentlemen, please, don't panic.
Don't panic, sit down.
But you English are very horsey people, Charles.
You were born in the saddle, like like Princess Anne.
Yes? Kuba, the nearest I've ever been to a saddle, it was on a bicycle.
- But you win money? - From the safety of a bookie's shop, yes.
Where the animals are out of harm's way on a telly in the corner.
Even the bookies are behind bars.
Yes, Charlie, but your friend at the race track is a big-shot trainer.
I've got bad news for you, old son, Harry's the car park attendant - not so much big-time as part-time.
Charlie, please, I've just bought the buckets.
20 little minutes is all I ask.
20 little minutes for what? 20 little minutes to create a race of thoroughbred tomatoes.
Polo Mint, you are a seriously mad man.
Charlie, Ambulance Control.
You are gonna love this one! Charlie? Give us a swig.
You've had it all night.
What you on about? What you doing? Guess what I'm doing.
Taking photographs.
- You're perspicacious.
- You're looking for a split lip.
Oh, no offence, pal.
You own this? - Bits of it.
- Which bits? - Headlights.
Bank owns the rest.
- Why's the bank got a jeep? To launch military assaults on people with overdrafts.
You aren't really taking photos.
- There's no people.
- You in the army? - Nope.
- You Babylon man.
You have to have people in photos.
- How's that? - You gotta have people.
- Are you the police? - Do I look like a policeman? - Yeah.
- (Laughs) I give up.
- What's your name, anyway? - Tell nothing to Babylon.
What's the photograph of if there's no one in it? The Invisible Man.
Holby by night, or, as someone called it for some unknown reason, architecture.
My old man's got a camera.
Infrared.
Is yours infrared? Computerised, ultra-gamma violet X-rays.
Based on the furry-dice principle.
He takes real pictures.
Real ones, of us at Christmas, with us in them - understand me? Take a photo of us, mister.
All right, come on then.
All in.
No photos for the SS man.
- Get in the picture.
- Zoom in.
Snap it, George.
Well, bye-bye, Lisa.
It was such a lovely surprise.
Yes, well, goodbye, Celia.
Thanks for tea.
My big sister, after all those years.
- Oh, it was such a lovely surprise.
- Yes.
It's such a pity you can't stay to supper.
I'm sure Gabriel would be thrilled to see you.
Especially now Paul's away from home, there's just the two of us in the evenings.
Yes? Well, I'd better go now.
Goodbye, Celia.
- It was so nice to see you again, Lisa.
- Yes, and you.
- Come again sooner.
- Yes.
Too many years have gone by.
Don't let us do that again.
Please come.
- Yes.
I'd better go now.
- We'd love to see you.
- Goodbye, Celia.
- Goodbye, Lisa.
Goodbye, Lisa.
Do come again.
(Charlie) Cubicle three.
Excuse me, Charlie.
Charlie, X-ray? X-ray, yeah, carry on.
This woman's the knock out, is she? Cubicle three.
Sorry, can you take a seat? Take a seat, take a seat.
Can you look after this man? All right, take a seat over there.
No, I didn't start it.
It was supposed to be the pensioners' variety night.
Well, they got variety - they got a bleeding riot.
Did they want more varied than that? Charlie, I think she's fractured her ankle.
It's tarts like that that got the country where it is.
I'm going to have to ask you to just take a seat - just for the moment, all right? Crack on the head.
Can't remember if she's been unconscious or not.
Right, put her in the crash room for now.
Andy, it's great to see you back.
How was the holiday? Three weeks sitting at home, going off your rocker.
It's great to see you back.
It was supposed to be a variety for the pensioners.
- It's my first night back tonight.
- (Laughs) Shush now, love, we're all supposed to behave ourselves in here.
Shh.
Well, I didn't book 'er.
and I don't see why I should be carted off in a meat wagon.
That's no meat wagon, that's my ambulance.
They shouldn't have brung that tart in here - they should've carted her off to the vet's.
This is no treatment for senior citizens! They should put her into solitary confinement, with all the other tarts.
It was like Dunkirk.
When it comes to dirty fighting, you can't beat old folks.
A 14-foot python didn't stand a chance.
- Meek as church mice, this lot.
- Yeah.
That's no sort of entertainment for senior citizens.
Once we had a male stripper.
- (Laughs) - Made me feel ten years younger.
Oh, Charlie, sorry I was late.
I was suturing that kid.
What was it like? You remember the night they raided Minsky's? (Shouting) (Shouting) (Shouting) (Grunts) Out the way! Leg it! (Groaning) You all right, mate? - Let's have a look at you.
- Leave me, leave me.
It's all right, I'm a friend.
There you go.
Don't move.
Don't move.
Stay there, old son, I'm gonna get an ambulance.
Right, do you just want to take off your clothes Do you just want to put the gown on? Gets dead hot on stage, especially in the working men's clubs.
Yeah, all the heavy breathing.
You're all right, you are.
Good evening.
Good God! - Tarty Tomlinson, you old slag bag! - What are you Don't tell us you're a nurse.
You're not a nurse? - I'm a doctor, actually, Hilary.
- Go away, you old boot.
You must be in disguise.
You're one to talk.
About disguises, I mean.
Fancy them letting an old lowlife like you into a hospital.
What's the talent like? You been through the doctors like a dose of salts? Look, let's get started, shall we? Hilary, it's very busy tonight.
It's Wanda now, Wanda, The Human Anaconda.
Thecharmer.
The company people keep nowadays.
- There now, comfy.
- I wanna go home.
When the surgeon's had a look at your leg.
- Why, is he a dirty old man? - (Laughs) - Why doesn't he look at your legs? - He wants to see your leg for a change.
- Cheer himself up.
- Oh, that's nice.
I'm an expensive girl to keep.
Mr Kilroy is loaded, and you want to see the big motor car he has.
Doesn't need a car.
I've a free pass on the buses.
Here.
Who's that old geezer over there? That's Mr Worrall.
- Is he dead? - (Laughs) No, of course not.
- Well, he looks dead.
- Well, he's not.
Will he want to see my legs too? Oh, he will.
Mr Worrall is an old sailor and if he hadn't got a nail through his foot, - he'd chase you round the houses.
- I'm too quick for a sailor.
- Never trust a sailor.
- Try and get some sleep, love.
Sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite.
So, the bed is lousy, you say? - No! - Good night.
I'm going to eat nothing while I'm here.
I don't wanna catch semolina poisoning.
(Laughs) If Worrall wakes up, she'll get more than she bargained for.
He shoved his hand up my skirt when they put him on the trolley.
Must've got a new battery for his pacemaker.
You should hear the language when I told him to pee in the bottle.
They could walk on water that pair, couldn't they? Any head pain now? Just a bit foggy, that's all.
'Ere, so spill the beans, then.
Do you do anatomy with any of the talent? I'll do you in a minute.
Go on, chapter and verse, and all the squidgy bits.
I don't think we'll need you from now on, Karen.
- Didn't Charlie need a hand? - What? I'll manage all right from now on, thank you.
- You sure? - Yes.
- Cheers, love.
- Bye.
- Let's get one thing straight, Hilary.
- Wanda.
- Sod that! - No, it's Wanda.
I've been walked on for years, the least I can do is choose me own name.
- Here, Susie, get a load of this.
- What? You'll never guess who's just slithered out of Dr Depression's past.
Way-ay now, pet, they're a right couple of old muckers.
- Who? - The flippin' snake woman.
- And Tomlinson? - Yeah, they're like that.
Cosy as a coupla cobras on a bicycle.
I've gotta get a piece of this action.
- Excuse me.
- I'm sorry, I'm consulting a patient.
Yes, I've just got a problem with Miss sorry, what was your name, love? Oh, we were just discussing that, like.
It's Wanda, The Human Anaconda.
- Can this not wait, Susie? - Yes.
Absolutely, doctor.
- Is that your real name, love? - Really real.
Done it by deed poll.
- Which bit's the surname? - Later, Susie, please! Yes, sorry.
Bye.
Ta-ra, love.
Nice kid.
Great looker.
- Oh, for God's sake, Hi - Wanda.
Way-ay now, pet.
There's something we've gotta get straight, Hilary.
Don't say it - Wanda.
Look, Susie, I don't know how to put this.
I tell a lie.
I know exactly how to put this.
I've just had 1 1 people walk in here.
It's not my problem.
I can't register her until I know what to put.
What would you do? Would you put The Human Anaconda, Wanda, or Human Anaconda, Wanda, The? Honest answer? I don't give a toss about her or her creepy-crawlies.
If I knew you were going to adopt a snakist attitude, I wouldn't have bothered you.
Snakist? What's a snakist? A snakist is a person who has an unreasonable bigoted intolerance towards the vipery classes.
Remember St Patrick? Ambulance control are on the phone - an elderly Asian man has been mugged and badly cut up, but he's had an Ml, OK? Right.
Vipery classes? Myocardial infarction, I think.
He was clutching his chest.
Seemed more worried about his chest than the other injuries.
- How long ago did you find him? - Ten minutes.
- Is the crash room clear? - Yeah.
Someone worked him over badly.
He was barely conscious when we got there.
The bloke that found him scarpered.
Into crash.
He's not too happy with his chest, is he? - Can't get an output.
Get the resus team.
- Right.
Attaboy.
Resus team.
Get him over on his side.
Item nine.
Oh, yes, I thought it might be a good idea if you could update the committee on what effect the police visits to the unit are having, if any, from the point of view of the practitioners.
It's early days yet.
The police patrol the department on Friday and Saturday nights.
The level of violence seems to be lower.
Whether that's because of the police, I don't know.
- We can go for weeks without trouble.
- This is an administrator's view.
As a doctor, I do have certain reservations.
It's always possible that a high police profile might scare off patients from Holby's more exotic quarters.
That's a PR problem.
My department.
Fine.
Item ten? Are you all right, dear? Staff nurse'll be along in a minute.
- Check your plaster.
- Karen, the lady's asleep.
Yeah.
She didn't quite say borstal, but we reckon there's a lot more to Dr Tomlinson than meets the eye.
- You looking for someone? - Sorry, press.
- Sorry, mate, out of bounds.
- I kinda got lost.
You better do it again before staff catches you.
You don't happen to know about an Asian man who came in earlier on? - Can't help you.
- Try reception.
- I don't like to disturb anyone.
- You won't disturb her.
Ask Susie.
She knows her way round this place.
We get lost the whole time.
They send posses out for us.
- Down there on the left.
- Ta.
Sorry.
Who was that? - My biographer.
- Said he was press.
He got lost and we directed him politely towards reception.
Oh, good! I learned my lesson first year.
Never trust a journalist as far as you can throw him.
This is nice, Cyril.
Would you like to put the lady in a high arm sling? The thing he flashed look like a library ticket.
- It's important.
- No way.
All releases for the press on patient conditions to be routed through the night nursing officer.
Unquote.
- Don't make 'em.
- Just obey them? - Yep.
- More than your job's worth? - Yep.
- Mine, too.
Kinda hangs on this story - deadlines.
Deadlines! Doesn't make the slightest bit of difference.
Night nursing officer's telephone number.
Thanks.
Use your phone? - No.
- Unquote.
Unquote.
Down there.
20 little minutes and two buckets, but no, no, he says, the Philistine! 20 minutes to create a master race.
Oh.
All those thoroughbred gee-gees make thoroughbred poo-poos butwhere to find the gee-gees? I'll wrap this wheelchair round your neck in a minute.
Yes, thanks.
Let me know.
Bye.
Hello.
Yes.
I'm sorry.
The Asian gentleman you were asking about is still being examined.
There won't be any details until they're through.
OK.
How soon will you know? They should be through in about 15 to 20 minutes.
I can let you have some information then, Mr? - Decker.
- Decker.
I'm sorry, which paper is it again? - The Holby Post.
- All right, Mr Decker.
- I'll ring you at the Post as soon as I - No, don't ring the Post.
I'm not in the office.
I'm on an assignment at the moment.
Em I'll ring you back, shall I, in say 15 minutes? Say 20.
OK, 20.
Well, that lot should fairly put the cat among the pigeons.
Ermhave you got any plans for lunch tomorrow? None.
I think we deserve a treat after all our efforts - at my expense, of course.
- All right.
- Do you know the St Vincent Rocks? - Yes.
- Good, the St Vincent's it is then.
It's good plain English fare.
Ah, a man after my own heart.
But there's one string attached.
We don't talk shop.
- Yes, Doctor.
- Mr.
- What's in a name? - Eight grand a year.
- Besides, we agreed to call me Ewart.
- Mr Plimmer, you're needed in Admin.
I'm on my way.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Apparently, they were in some Buddhist sect.
Something that's into a lot of snakes on account of their rituals.
Snakes and joss sticks.
Hippy stuff.
There was a lot of hippy stuff in the '70s.
I think I would've really like the '70s, wouldn't you? - Yeah.
- But we get the '80s.
Brilliant(!) Cyril reckons she's five years older than she actually looks.
No, I'm being serious.
I thought you were supposed to be a journalist.
I'm a photographer.
Well, yeah, I'm a journalist too.
Anyway, it's my mate, not me, that runs the agency.
He's always on the lookout for models, and I sometimes recommend people to him professionally.
- I thought you had to be trained.
- You can't train bone structure.
Like I said, yours is very good.
There's a lot of money in it, Susie.
Your cheekbones could be index-linked.
- It's very flattering - All you need is two hours.
Just one trial sitting for a couple of hours.
That's all it needs.
- I won't do anything smutty.
- I'd never do anything smutty either.
- You'd be safe.
- It's your friend I'm worried about.
It'd be me.
I'd be doing the trial session.
You never laid a finger on her.
You're a little pansy.
- Course I did.
- What you do? - What do you think I did? - Tell us what you did.
You didn't do nothing, you're a gay boy.
- Get away! - Where'd you do it? - What d'you mean? - Where'd you do it? - At her house.
- You didn't.
- How'd you know? - What you do? - I should know.
It was me that did it.
- Tell us what you did! - Don't be stupid.
- You're a little fairy.
- Go away! - He's a little gay boy.
- Shut up! You're bleedin' queer.
- You never done nothing with her.
- Shut up! - Don't touch him.
Nowtell us what you did then, Stephen.
- He's a gay boy.
- You're a queer.
You never touched him.
You never touched the Paki.
I kicked him stupid.
- Fairy! - I kicked him stupid! But you never cut him.
- I did, I kicked him.
- You didn't cut him.
- I didn't 'ave nothing.
- Didn't have Elaine Williams either.
The patient you were inquiring about never regained consciousness.
- You mean he's dead? - Yes.
I see.
Thank you.
(Phone rings) Photographic desk.
- Peter? - Yeah.
- Peter, it's Leon Wolsley.
- Where the hell have you been? - I live in a place called Holby now.
- Never heard of it.
Yeah, well, it's difficult to achieve a broad global perspective from under the table in a wine bar.
That's what I like about you, Leon - nothing.
Peter, get your chequebook ready - I'm gonna make you the toast of the bistros.
Leon, do me a favour - don't do me a favour.
- I watched a murder being done tonight.
- Did you get some stills? I could have them up the line to London for you by 1 1 :30.
Listen - His wife's in the interview room.
- Has she been told? Dr Tomlinson told her and Duffy's with her.
- How is she? - Very quiet.
Can't say I'm exactly singin' meself.
Three days' leave tomorrow - murder inquiry says goodbye to that.
Yeah, well, I better go and have a chat with Mr Plimmer.
See you.
See you.
Oh, did you know that Sandra's memorial service is tomorrow at half past two? Oh, is it? Whereabouts is it? - It's St George's.
- Yeah, I know it.
Good, you're more than welcome to come.
- I'll see how I'm fixed with this, all right? - Sure.
What'd you say? Well, don't! That's only the half of it.
After we'd been arrested, they let wor off wi' a flea in wor ear, so, the next night we went back to the club again, only this time we were disguised as blokes, which worked a treat until flippin' Mary went into the gents' loo.
- Then all hell broke out.
- What age were you then? 15 or 16.
It's lucky her dad didn't get wind of it.
A right hard docker he was - real angry bloke.
Mary Tomlinson's father was a docker? Of course he was.
Everyone's da worked on the docks.
Oh, well, I've seen it all.
I thought she was another little public schoolgirl.
You can ask her yourself.
Oh, I must get back.
Nobody here's got a continuation sheet? - No.
- No.
See you.
Bye.
- Cheers, love.
- Hello, Francine.
- So, how do you feel? - You lost the accent all right.
Way-ay, that was the hardest part.
I feel fine.
It's really nice to see you.
Yeah.
A bit of a shock, an' all.
Yeah.
What have you been telling people? The last I heard we'd been on some fertility ritual in Kathmandu.
It appears none of your colleagues knows owt about you, so they've been filling in the gaps wi' their imagination.
You always were a one for keeping people guessing.
It keeps them on the toes.
Until it turns out otherwise, we'll treat this investigation as death by foul play.
- The big M.
- The big M.
Lennox.
Right.
I want you to interview his wife.
She's here now in the interview room.
Get his normal movements.
Find out if there's anything unusual today.
Apart from being murdered? See what you can get from the woman.
I'll be along in a while.
Seeing as you're here, you can come wi' me.
Yes, sir.
Is that the DC Lennox that got a commendation, sir? There's more to this job than just being a hard man.
There's two kinds of coppers, those who know that and those who are too thick to learn it.
(Siren) This looks a mess.
He's all right.
It's the girl I'm worried about.
Get the trolley, Andy.
She's been hit on the head.
She's in a terrible mess.
Andy Get the trolley! The trolley - get it! This is where most of the relatives of the deceased are consulted in private.
Not a very happy room.
Thanks, mate, you're giving me the spooks.
Nurse Duffy is with Mrs Karichi.
I hope the dame understands English because I can't speak Booga-wooga.
- Mrs Karichi? - Yeah.
Ergood evening, Mrs Karichi.
You've done well for yourself.
I never would've imagined it.
I was lucky.
No, you were shrewd.
Back home is very bad now.
The whole of Sunderland's a wasteland.
I know.
I went back last Christmas.
Did you know Mackie's has closed? God, no! 3,000 fellas laid off.
Oh.
When did you come down south? About four years ago.
I was on the game for a while, but I got beaten up, then I got the snakes and an Equity card.
Oh, would you do us a favour, love? Yeah, sure.
You couldn't find us a bit of food, could you? Oh, I'm not hungry meself, like.
He's called Victor.
He's not poisonous or anything, but I haven't been mugged since I started carrying him with us.
Victor's me little minder.
I'm not showing me legs wi' fancy men on the ward.
I'm sorry.
Dr Tomlinson? Charlie wants you to go.
They're bringing in three Asian youths and one of them's got a bad head injury.
See you later.
Try and get some rest.
Well, that's all for the present.
I'm sorry I had to bother you just now.
My boss, Detective Sergeant Brennan might want a few words, if that's all right.
Would that be all right? Yes.
I'mvery sorry about your husband, Mrs Karichi.
(Sobs) It's all right, Mrs Karichi.
All right.
- A cubicle? - Cubicle one.
Lift.
One, two, three, lift.
Steady.
Pupils unequal - left sluggish.
Where's Ponting? Outside.
Nothing.
He froze there like a zombie, like he was stuck to the pavement.
- Where is he now? - I don't know.
Swinging from the tree for all I know.
What I do know is he's not riding in my car again.
That man is AWOL up here.
Look, I've got to get back in.
Yes, I've got to phone in and get the guys with the butterfly nets.
The old girl was cooperative enough.
But what do you expect her to say? She's had a pretty lousy shock.
There's one other thing.
She's English.
So? Her husband was English.
I meant, she's White, sir.
Your powers of detection never cease to amaze me, Lennox.
The family were very upset.
They refused to have anything to do with us.
That was understandable, I suppose.
After the war, we moved back to Holby.
No one came to our son's christening.
Things were very different then, I suppose.
Is there anyone I can contact for you, Mrs Karichi? - Does your husband have any relatives? - His brother lives in Carlisle.
They're very well-to-do.
Would you like me to ring him for you? No, I'll ring them when I get back home.
Is there anyone in your own family, I Lisa, my sister, came to the house tonight, for the first time in seven years.
It was like she knew Gabriel was going to die.
Must've had a premonition.
Shh.
They still think we've got the shop.
- That's for you.
- Oh, thanks.
Have the police located the Asian girl's parents yet? Yes, they're sending a car round.
How is she? They've taken her up to theatre - CT shows an extra-dural.
They'll do a bore-hole to evacuate the haematoma.
It's a bit early yet, but they're not too hopeful.
Oh, that poor child! I want the boy with the facial wound to be kept in overnight.
Mr Thurgood'll look at that in the morning.
Want me to look after that for you? You'd be my favourite Irish woman if you did.
(Laughs) - I could do with a cup of tea.
- That I'm not doing.
- No? - No.
I will let you know about the bed.
Thanks.
- I'll be in my office.
- Oh, you! Oh, sorry, I was looking for Charlie.
I saw the light on.
I think he's in the staff room.
Are you all right? Yeah, I'm fine.
Come on, out with it.
- No.
I'm fine, honestly.
- So am I, but I'm not crying.
Kettle's just boiled.
Snake.
- Snake! - No, really? I mean to say.
- It's alive! - You're both absolutely over-reacting.
It's redundant to spray him since he isn't on fire.
I'm not gonna spray him I'm gonna whack him.
Look, a snake! Isn't she pretty? - It's a he.
- Oh! Has he got? Course! He's a fine specimen of a man, aren't you, Victor? - Hello.
- What's it doing here? - I'm snake-sitting for a friend.
- She's snake-sitting.
Oh, well that's different.
That makes it all right then(!) I don't understand why you're so upset about the police.
Oh, Ewart, I wanted to grab her and shake her.
She's so meek! Her family have totally ignored her for over 40 years, and she thinks it's because they're old-fashioned.
Her husband has just been murdered, and she doesn't want to put the police to any trouble.
I wanted to strangle her! You don't understand, do you? I don't understand.
They don't live in the same country as you or I do, Ewart.
They've had their windows smashed half a dozen times, they've had paraffin poured through their letterbox and their shop has been petrol-bombed.
And now he's been murdered.
And every time, all the police ever did was make them fill out a questionnaire and then they never saw them again.
If one of your white Holby councillors on the hospital committee was petrol-bombed, you can bet the police would do more than make them fill out some sodding questionnaire! Well, wouldn't they? Cheers.
What happened to Ponting? He went off sick at midnight.
He had a couple of weeks off after Sandra was killed, didn't he? Yeah, last night was his first night back.
- What happened to him? - What do you mean? What happened to him when he went to get those people? He went into shock.
You don't go into shock weeks after something happens.
All right, he froze up, he went into shock, he went up the curtains.
Who gives a toss what you call it? The man's in a lot of pain right now.
What is this, a medical exam? He didn't like what he saw.
None of us likes the vista, do we? Andy had a little funny turn.
- That's his business, isn't it? - Sorr-y.
Didn't he and Sandra have something going? Oh, well, if hospital tittle-tattle declares that to be true, Dr Tomlinson, then I suppose it must be, mustn't it? (Hisses) Pathetic.
Excuse me.
See there is God in heaven.
Can I have a look at that, Kuba? ( Gentle piano) (Ewart) We're running rather late.
I have a lunch appointment.
Be that as it may, I cannot impress upon you too much how serious your position is.
These marital breakdown hearings are never as clean and painless as we would all obviously desire them to be, Mr Plimmer.
I'm sure you're right, but I don't want to get into the kind of dirty fighting against my wife that you seem to be talking about.
Excuse me.
- This table was booked for one o'clock? - It was.
Will you tell Mr Plimmer that I waited until 25 to two? - I shall do that.
- Thank you.
These affidavits of your wife are the first to fling dirt.
No matter how unseemly you may find it, unless you wish to be financially mauled in chambers, the only legal advice I can give is fling it back.
Oh, and one other thing, Mr Plimmer.
It would be extremely detrimental to your position were you to how shall I put it? .
.
were you to conduct any additional personal relationship at present.
Now, I think we should proceed to drawing up our list.
We don't have to do that now, do we? If you hadn't left everything to the very 1 1th hour, Mr Plimmer.
Oh, all right.
- ( Organ playing Abide With Me) - Elizabeth.
Oh, I see you managed to make it to the memorial service.
- Where the hell were you? - It was completely unavoidable.
Noit was extremely avoidable.
All I had to do was not accept.
- I shall certainly avoid it in future.
- Elizabeth? What the hell are you gawping at? Just don't ever get married, do you hear? Not unless all your marbles are missing.
It was a nice service.
Really thoughtful.
I'm really gonna miss her.
You? Enough of this.
I'm going for a shopping orgy.
Cheer me up.
You coming? - Sorry, prior engagement.
- Come on, Susie.
Look, I've got to go.
I'll see you later.
- Poor Ponting.
- Oh, yes.
They spent all their time together.
Hello.
I'll see you later.
I didn't think you'd make it.
I got my leave back.
Haven't you seen the papers? - No.
- They've all scooped it up by now.
Look.
Oh, dear God! Some geezer walked in the station, 2am, hands us 10 by 8 glossies - not before he flogged 'em to Fleet Street mind you.
Still, that's a share-owning democracy, I suppose.
We picked up two of 'em six this morning.
We should have the others by now.
- See you.
- Yeah, see you, Slim.
- Charlie, are you going straight home? - Yeah.
Well, no, sort of.
Mind if I tag along for a bit - bit of a chat? (Siren) What were you doing there? Photographs of city degeneration for Architecture Quarterly.
- Why didn't you say anything? - What if they hadn't come out? I'd have looked a right berk.
That happened to me in Spain.
You were having me on.
Yours always come out.
A man's entitled to his little secrets.
And another thing, you're the only one for this agency.
There isn't a partner, is there? Only as far as the VAT men are concerned.
I'm not sure whether I should be here or not.
I thinkyou feel you should be here.
I thought you said something about work.
Work.
(Laughs) You see, you're halfway to being a pro already.
Come on, then.
She knows about me and Sandra.
Didn't seem fair to tell her but there wouldn't be any going on without telling her.
It's not gonna be easy, butwe can work at it.
Try and get back together.
And there's a job.
I never really believed I'd ever come back to it.
Last night I wrote off during the my leave, you know, an ad.
A job? Yeah.
Warden for sheltered accommodation for old people.
Crop of daft old buggers! - Can you just see me? - Yeah.
Always taking the mickey.
But I have got a soft spot for the old gerries.
It's good because there's a There's a flat, see, and I can live in it till me and B Beryl get back together again.
Charlie.
(Phone rings) (Ringing tone) (Phone continues to ring)