Casualty (1986) s02e08 Episode Script

(Mouths) (Toy gun whirs) Oh! (Woman on Tannoy) Paging Dr Reynolds.
Dr Reynolds, please.
Good afternoon.
Cherry Hill Private Health Clinic.
How can I help you? (John Motson) Six-yard box crowded because we've got Watson in there as well.
Number five for Everton.
Well, Stapleton appeared to be coming in behind Sharp.
It's another corner.
Everton thought there might have been some pushing there.
He's up, but it won't matter.
(Loud music playing upstairs) (Front door closes) There's a good dog, eh? There's a good dog.
Hello, Mum.
Dan, turn that blasted music down! If you can call it music.
Hello, love.
Sorry about the washing-up.
- We'll do it when the match is over.
- When might that be? - About another ten minutes.
- I'll sit here and wait? - How was it? - Wonderful.
Like a Holiday Inn without the pool.
I felt like a waitress, not a nurse.
- They'll ask me to go topless next.
- I hope not.
Might give somebody a heart attack.
I'm sorry.
Perhaps you'd better go and lie down for a few hours.
- Thank you, Doctor.
- You're on shift.
I know, Ted.
I'm not enjoying this.
I'm only in it for the money.
- You don't have to.
- Ted, I have to.
What do we live on? Since you crashed that taxi - I can borrow one tonight.
- One night's work.
We cannot live on what I bring in.
I have to do extra work, OK? Go on back to your football.
Wonderful.
(Clunk) - Yeah? - Thought I'd see how you are.
- Well? How are you? - All right.
- How's it going? - Brilliant.
Same here.
This exam's gonna be a doddle.
- Any chance of a cup of tea? - No.
- I'll see you on the shift later on.
- Oh, Cyril.
- Acute coronary, treatment of.
- With you so far.
- Have you got the papers? - Somewhere.
- Can I make a copy? - What happened to yours? - They got wet.
- It's gonna cost you.
- Let's see.
Fiver a page.
- Oh, come on.
- (Cheering) - Yes! Listening to the football.
All right.
I'm not gonna promise anything, but I'll have a look.
See you later.
(Man) Calling at Taunton, Tiverton Parkway, Exeter St Davids, Newton Abbott, Totnes.
Passengers for Torquay should change at Look around, eh? Holby, centre of the universe.
Lovely.
My throat's sore.
I warned you about that pork pie.
Vic, I think I'm getting the flu.
Always getting something, eh? Hey, Hicksville.
I love it.
They won't know what's hit 'em at that casino.
Hey, cheer up, love.
Buy yourself a Mars Bar.
So, you all right, my little Judy? Right, where is it? - Where's what? - The coin.
- Which coin? - This one I showed you.
- It's in your hand.
- Which of my hands? You ought to know.
You're holding it.
- I want you to tell me.
- Why? It's a game, a trick.
Now you guess.
That one.
Yes.
Unfortunately, I have to practise more.
- Hi, Susie.
- Better move it.
- Hi, Kuba.
How's tricks? - Fine.
- Cyril.
- Windy? Windy Gale.
(Laughs) What are you doing here? - Waiting, like everybody else.
- Don't knock it.
- What's the matter? - Got this bad pain in my chest.
- Pulled off after 20 minutes.
- You were playing? They're scraping the barrel.
How did the game go? We lost 3-0.
Your presence was missed.
After Wednesday I'll be back.
Pain in the chest? You just smoke too much, man.
- I've got a bad leg as well.
- All wingers are hypochondriacs.
Mr Gale, please.
Ah, follow me.
Watch this one.
Born skiver.
Oh, no.
- Evening.
Nice of you to join us.
- Sorry.
Since this is your last shift before the exam, I shall be throwing a few pertinent questions at you.
- I'm game for a laugh.
- It's not a laugh.
You make a mistake, it can cost somebody their life.
The rest of the team will be only too willing to weigh in with the odd query.
Dr Tomlinson is an expert at passing examinations.
- Everybody's an expert.
- Not everyone.
I had a doctor friend who failed his finals four times.
- (Charlie) Really? - He kept running out of patience.
- When did this happen? - Last Sunday.
Vicious tackle.
- You waited till today to come in? - I didn't want to make a fuss.
It's a cartilage.
Could be a cartilage.
I doubt it.
I've got a pain here, as well.
Really bad.
Open your mouth, please.
Thank you.
Oh.
Heavy smoker, are you, Mr Gale? Well, now and again.
I've never had it this bad.
I usually last longer than 20 minutes.
- At what? - Football.
I was playing football.
- Football, at your age? - I'm the winger.
Don't worry.
Dr Tomlinson is a very, very good doctor.
- One of the best.
- She'll know what is best for you.
End of commercial, Kuba.
You missed a good night at the pub.
The band were brilliant.
- Were they? - Yeah.
So, Mike turned up? Yeah, well, no, but I just didn't fancy all that noise.
Excuse me.
- Lovely.
- OK, Doctor.
I have a demon sportsman for you in cubicle three.
- Mr Gale.
- The very man.
He twisted his leg and has been developing other symptoms.
I see.
He didn't go to his own GP because it's Sunday.
- Well, it is.
- Don't I know it! What did I tell you, kid? Stick with me and I'll take you places.
Oh, don't, Vic.
Put it off! God Almighty.
What are you, some kind of vampire? - Me head's killing me.
- Well, take some aspirin.
- Took two.
- Well, take some more.
No! I don't wanna overdose.
Overdose? Give me strength.
Judy, we're not gonna have Wuthering Heights? - No.
- I don't care what you do.
- You look silly.
- Pull yourself together, right? - Right.
- I don't want any dramas tonight.
I don't want my attention distracted.
- It won't be.
- Good.
Brrrrp! - Hey.
Hey, d'you know what? - What? I've never lost when you've been with me.
You're my good-luck charm.
- All right? - Mm.
You just lie there, conserve your energy.
- Thanks.
- Yeah, well, don't mention it.
Hey, sing us that song of yours.
Somewhere over the There's a land that I dream of Once in a lullaby (Vic continues singing) - Is that tender? - Yes.
Is it a cartilage? - Do you find yourself breathless? - Oh, yeah.
- Coughing up any blood? - No, I'm afraid not.
Deep breath, please.
- Does that cause you any pain? - Oh, definitely.
Lean forward, please.
Oh, Ewart.
Got some messages for you.
Have you? Anything important? Two from Mrs Straker.
Just please get in touch.
Ah, well, I'll take care of those.
I'm going to be in and out all evening, so unless it's very important, just take a message.
You're the boss.
Ewart.
Sorry.
Did you have a nice weekend? - Not bad.
- Good, good.
Excuse me.
Oh, hello, Mr Plimmer.
How was the weekend? You had a good one? - Yes.
Not too bad, thanks.
Excuse me.
- Good.
A knee X-ray, a chest X-ray and an ECG, Megan.
- The lot? - The lot.
Better safe than sorry.
- It's your party.
- I'll cry if I want to.
- Could you? - On my way.
Thanks.
Thanks.
- Can't leave it, can they? - Pardon? A casualty doctor is supposed to assess and refer on, not order a list of tests every time somebody coughs.
We haven't got time for that.
Ooh.
Trolley.
Quite a nasty scald there, sir.
- Ormond.
- Sorry? Mr Ormond.
I stopped being called sir when I left the army.
Oh, right.
Well, it'll need quite a substantial dressing, anyway.
Nurse James will get on with that.
- Aren't you going to do it? - Nurse James is competent.
- Is he qualified? - Oh, yes.
In fact, he's an expert.
But I'll pop in again myself later, sir.
Uh - I don't believe you.
You're not for real.
- Oh, leave us alone, will you? You get the sniffles and don't wanna go.
- I feel ill.
- You're always feeling ill.
No, Vic, this is different.
I feel like I'm gonna be sick.
Maybe you're expecting a little stranger.
This is the real world.
It's taken Harry months to set up this game.
And I need you there, kitten.
You're my good luck.
You'd think I was a bleeding mascot.
You are.
- You don't own me, you know! - Oh, don't I? Don't I just? When I met you, you were serving Kentucky Fried.
- Up to your arse in chicken livers.
- I was not.
Look at you now, eh? You got style, nice hair, nice clothes.
I gave you that because you give me luck.
If you wanna hang onto that, you'll be there tonight, beside me.
- What if I vomit? - Just don't vomit on the cards.
(Knocking) Harry, come in.
Thought I'd sneak up and surprise you.
Yeah, yeah, you did.
You did.
Oh, Harry, I'd like you to meet my little good-luck charm.
(Phone rings) - Casualty.
- Elizabeth Straker here.
Um Has Mr Plimmer come in yet? Hasn't he rung you? I gave him his messages ages ago.
- I see.
- I can bleep him if you like.
No, it isn't important.
Er, I'm just going out now.
I'll catch up with him eventually.
Thank you.
- I wish I knew what Ewart was up to.
- Eh? Think him and Moonstrake are having a bit of? - I doubt it.
- Didn't you have a thing for Ewart? - Do me a favour.
- Oh, no.
She has a fella, this one.
- What? - Yep.
I saw her last night.
In that posh bistro by the river.
I shouted and I waved but she was too busy looking into somebody's eyes.
So that's why you didn't come to the pub.
All right, who is he? A friend.
Just a friend.
I do have other friends, you know, outside of this place.
Excuse me.
Oh, dear.
( Vic singing Somewhere Over The Rainbow) Thanks, love.
- Is that his favourite song? - No, it's mine, actually.
- Are you all right, love? - Yeah.
Yeah.
He spends more time in the bathroom than I do.
Yeah, he always has done.
He could make a killing tonight.
- Set him up for a beauty.
- Yeah? - How long have you known Vic? - Not long.
He's a gambling man, love.
Deep down all he's interested in is gambling.
Yeah, I know that.
- (Chuckles) What d'you think? - Terrific.
- You look like Cliff Thorburn.
- Yeah.
Like a prince.
Princess, time for you to get your glad rags on.
- Lift your hand up slightly, please.
- All right, sir? - Yes, fine, thanks.
- Cyril, could you step outside? Sure.
Won't be a moment.
Rest it.
You need a lot more padding, or it'll just soak through.
He asked me to keep it as small as possible.
He lives alone.
It's awkward.
- Yeah, but - Let's see what Charlie says.
It's what I say.
I'm telling you to do that dressing again properly.
(Irish accent) How's my Irish rose? - Mildewed.
Covered in greenfly.
- Oh? Just the usual? Charlie, incident forms, paperwork, filling out useless documentation.
- Might as well be a VAT inspector.
- You'd make more money.
Megan, have Mr Gale's X-rays come through yet? - They've just arrived.
Over there.
- Right.
And the ECG? Yeah.
Karen, could you get Mr Gale's ECG, please? - Yeah.
- Thanks, Megan.
No patience, that girl.
- Eh? - She's got no patience.
- I know a joke about that.
- Well, tell Dr Zhivago over there.
Hello, Karen.
When's the inquisition? - Wednesday.
- Good luck.
- Thanks.
- My wife's a student nurse.
Not any more.
She's sitting the baby exam.
- When's it due? - Any time now.
- That's lovely.
- One thing at a time.
You see? No bone broken.
Now, no jigging or jogging.
At least two or three weeks, all right? Thank you.
- Charlie.
- What? I think you ought to have a word with Cyril.
If he gets any questions about burn dressings, he could be in bother.
And he seems to have developed a hearing problem.
- Eh? - Yeah.
You have to tell him everything twice.
Coming to the sticks has slowed you down.
I always was slower than you.
You were too.
- Tonight's the night, Harry boy.
- Yeah, with a little bit of luck.
I've brought my luck with me.
Hurry up, Cinderella.
Time to go to the ball.
Send in them clowns, eh? Everything all right, sir? Very nice.
Not even Staff Nurse Duffy could find fault with that one.
- How's the hearing? - Fine.
- Charlie, problems with a drunk.
- This early? Probably the local MP.
Right, Cyril, I might need a hand.
Yeah, right.
There we go.
- Funny bunch of people round here.
- We joke about.
Keep spirits up.
But in the main we all take our job seriously.
See you later.
Think I can hear a pleuritic rub on the left side.
I wondered, but I wasn't quite sure.
Very faint.
Mm.
Let's see the ECG.
Yes, very subtle signs.
It could all fit.
Yes, I think you may be right.
Well, Mr Gale, we may have to admit you.
You've developed a clot in a vein in your leg.
- A cartilage? - Not really.
A small part of that clot might have gone into the lungs.
We'll put you on an infusion of heparin.
That ought to prevent any further clots from forming.
- I'll arrange for the bed.
- Thank you, Nurse.
Not an easy one, though.
If you're right, well done.
Just lucky instinct, really.
If I were you, I'd keep developing it.
Excuse me.
Does that mean I'm an emergency? A DVT.
How could I have missed that? - It wasn't obvious.
He said so.
- That isn't the point, Karen.
God, I must be getting old.
- Cyril put me on the wrong track.
- Eh? Lesson number one: never, ever jump to conclusions.
Ah, just the person I wanted to see.
Judy, I'm warning you.
Will you open the door? No.
- Open it up.
- No.
I'm not well and I'm not coming.
Vic, we have to be there on time.
It'll look bad.
Look, I need her.
She's me good-luck charm.
- Would you open it up? - Vic, if she's ill She's got a cold.
She gets everything out of proportion.
Look, you be straight with me.
Is she on drugs? - No.
- Are you sure? I mean, cocaine.
She wouldn't touch that stuff.
Right, let me.
Look, love, er it's a bit silly talking to a door.
How about we leave you alone for a bit? You just have a little rest and then join us later.
All right.
- You promise? - On me life.
Wait till I get you on your own.
Showing me up.
I've left the address on the bed, with me name.
- Come on, Vic.
Let's go.
- Thank you.
You promise that you're coming? Yeah.
I promise.
I'll be there.
- Vic, will you come on? - All right.
All right.
- Bleedin' women.
- Well, they're bad luck on boats.
If we get asked about the spewing radius of a drunk, we'll be laughing.
Why couldn't Charlie and Duffy do this? - They're above such things.
- Leave it to the slaves.
Might as well be a lavatory attendant.
Better paid, nicer smells.
Since the two of you are together, I'll take you through your exam catechisms.
- What? - Don't stop.
Acute coronary, treatment of, go.
Obs, oxygen, cannula, ECG, antiemetic diamorphine and monitor.
- I knew it as well.
- I'm sure you did.
Symptoms? Chest pains radiating down the left arm.
- Pallor.
- If they're black? - Ashen.
- And? - Cyanosis.
- Central cyanosis.
- Old blue lips is back.
- Anxiety.
Reassure the patient.
Well done.
Very important, that.
A patient is a person, not just a coronary.
- I've been cleared to go home.
- Bye-bye, Mr Ormond.
This young man is the only person here who seems to remember my name.
- Goodbye.
- Bye-bye.
- (Knocking) - Come in.
- (Screaming) - Her brother pushed her over.
- I hate him! - He didn't mean it.
- Yes, he did! - All right.
I'm gonna put your arm back in the sling.
- There you go.
That's it.
- Good girl.
That's it.
Possible greenstick fracture.
I think we'd better take Cindy up to X-ray.
- Go and get Kuba.
- There, there.
Soon be better.
- Won't she, Doctor? - (Wailing) Well, I thought if the mountain won't come to Mohammed What do you mean? Ewart, you were supposed to ring me on Saturday night.
You didn't.
I rang you all day Sunday.
You weren't in.
I left messages here.
- What the hell is going on? - I've been very busy.
Too busy even to ring? I thought we left Saturday night open.
Open? This isn't a sports day at school we're talking about, Ewart.
We were supposed to meet.
I'm sorry.
I'm on my way to meet some friends.
I don't have much time.
I don't like discussing this here, but since this seems to be the only place to reach you, here I am.
I want to know what's going on.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Look, why don't you sit down? I'm not one of your patients, Ewart! Don't treat me like a child.
Cindy, Cindy, look.
Look, look.
Uh Choose.
Which one? Now, you go with me to X-ray and maybe I'll do this trick again.
Two queens to bet.
£30.
- Call.
- 37.
- Fold.
- Take, please.
Three queens raise.
I don't know what Kuba did to get that child to shut up, but am I glad! - Probably gave her a gobstopper.
- Yeah.
So, where did you meet this new man? - In the VD clinic.
- No, really.
Who is he? Well, his name is Peter, he's very nice and I think I'd like to keep him to myself for the moment.
All right, Ewart, if you insist.
Nothing's wrong.
I'm overreacting.
Silly little me.
But I'm walking out of that door and the next time we see each other, it'll be back to business.
No, wait.
Wait! Yes? I didn't I didn't want to put this on you.
It's not your My solicitor phoned me on Friday.
My divorce case comes up next week.
I know that.
Ros's solicitors have put a firm of private detectives onto me.
- But - No, not rumour, it's fact.
They've actually done it.
It's a firm that specialises in digging up dirt.
I don't want you to become involved.
Why didn't you tell me? Don't know.
Suppose I'm not used to sharing my problems.
You're such a fool.
You could've lost me.
Oh, God, now I feel a fool.
I thought that, uh because you'd had your wicked way with me, you just didn't want to see me.
- No, no.
- It's a while since I had aa lover.
It stirs up these teenage emotions.
I'm sorry.
You're an idiot, Ewart Plimmer.
You're a lovable idiot, but you're an idiot.
I'm sorry.
- Old habits die hard.
- Well About time you had a clearout.
Mm-hm.
- Told you.
Skiver.
- I beg your pardon? Windy.
Windy Gale.
What did he have, a stitch? Mr Gale has just been diagnosed as having a deep veined thrombosis in the leg.
A small clot has broken off and entered his lung causing a PE.
Had that been a bigger clot, he could have dropped dead.
Luckily, it was diagnosed in time, but your attitude wasn't very helpful.
Suppose not.
So can I recommend, as a nurse, over the next 20 years, think before you open your mouth.
- Duffy.
- Yes? I wanted to say I'm sorry.
About dropping you in it with your friend.
- Sometimes I've got a big mouth.
- You'll fit in well here.
- Oh, come on.
- What? Don't you start treating me like a little kid.
I'm saying I'm sorry, straight across, woman to woman.
OK.
It's just that Peter's the first bloke that I've really liked since that bastard attacked me.
Yeah.
- I wanted to keep him undercover.
- And I blew it for you.
Yeah, big mouth.
I just feel everybody's gonna be watching me.
"Ooh, how's she gonna feel having a man in her bed again?" Oh, take it easy.
You've only just met him.
Yeah.
Paranoid, eh? (Groans) Sometimes this place really gets to you.
You feel as if you're getting old before your time.
It sucks the life out of you.
It's like having a lover with none of the fringe benefits.
Anyway, apology accepted, woman to woman.
Taxi, please.
(Car engine starts) The casino.
77 Alexander Street, please.
You sure, love? You'd be better off in bed, by the looks of you.
I rang the hotel.
She just checked out.
She's on her way.
More chips, please.
Hey, love.
You on drugs? No, no.
I'm just - I'm all right.
- You ought to see somebody.
No.
Casino, please.
Listen, love, I'm taking you to the hospital.
- Just a minute.
- What? Lipstick? Shall we Shall I come round later on? No.
Let's wait till after the, uhclearout.
Next week? It's all right.
It's only Ted.
- Ted.
Station, as soon as possible.
- Come on, then, love.
- Hang on.
- Are you there, Ted? Yeah.
All right.
I'll be there directly.
That's it.
You're all right.
Look, love, I've gotta battle on now.
You go straight in there and they'll take care of you.
- Thanks.
Thanks very much.
- OK.
That's right.
OK.
Oh, please will you go Tell Vic, Vic at the casino.
Yeah, love, if I've got time.
You just go in there.
On you go.
I'll be all right.
Thanksvery much.
Oh, God! - You all right? - Yes, why wouldn't I be all right? No reason.
I'm sorry I spoke.
OK, then, I'm not all right.
I'm grumpy, I'm inefficient and I'm very, very tired.
Speaking personally and all things considered, you know, - I haven't noticed any difference.
- You eejit.
This wouldn't have anything to do with a bit of moonlighting? How did you know? Well, you mentioned that you might have to.
And I spotted this in front of your locker in the staff room.
Oh, Charlie.
It must have fallen out of my coat pocket.
Looks like frilly underwear.
You have to wear it.
- Where? - On your head.
I contacted one of those agencies, and they sent me to a private nursing home.
All chrome, a mile long.
The change is nice at first.
All that space, everything gleaming.
- All those mod cons.
- Why are you so tired, then? Oh! (Sobs) Oh, I'm looking for Vic.
That's what you rub on your chest, isn't it? - Carson.
Harry Carson? - Oh, yeah.
I know Harry.
- Urgent, is it? - Yeah.
- An illness.
- Come on.
There we are, OK? I was sick in the sick all over the toilet.
- Doesn't matter.
- I'll clean it up.
Promise.
Seven, ten.
Possible straight.
Three jacks to bet.
- Is that uncomfortable? - I'll take your shoes off.
- What happened? - Vic! I want Vic! I think you're bluffing.
- You'll have to pay to find out.
- I will.
Call.
So, you've been feeling unwell all day? - I have.
- Can you open your eyes for me? - Does the light hurt your eyes? - Yeah.
All right.
I'm just gonna try and straighten your legs, OK? - Ow! - Where does that hurt? - Back.
- At the bottom? OK.
Right, we'll be back in a moment.
I think it's meningitis, possibly meningococcal.
- Symptoms are acute.
- I'll get some bloods off.
Call down the medical registrar.
He'll wanna do a lumbar puncture.
There we go.
- You've got your fingers crossed.
- When I'm scared.
- Yeah, so do I.
- Oh! (Charlie) Can you bleep the medical reg to the crash room? - (Charlie) Thanks.
- I'm not gonna die, am I? - I don't have time to argue.
- A bit of a cold, that's all.
- It looked a lot worse to me.
- You a doctor or a taxi driver? She said she wanted you to know, so now you know, right? - I'll get there as soon as I can.
- Are you playing? In a minute.
You can see, I can't leave the game yet, can I? Must have given him a big tip.
- Shall I ring the hospital? - Nah.
Judy's making a big drama.
- Don't forget, I know her, Harry.
- Yeah.
Yeah, you do, don't you? - Shall I deal you in, sir? - You can deal me in.
After I've taken this lot, we'll go, eh? She's probably waiting for me to come flying through the door.
I'm just going to clean a small area of your back with a little iodine.
- Have you got some local ready? - You all right? - Frightened.
- Nothing to be frightened of.
Now, we're going to withdraw a small amount of fluid from the base of your spine, just to help us find out what's wrong with you.
Before we do that, we'll give you a little injection to freeze the skin.
There you are.
Hold my hand.
Come on.
Squeeze my hand.
There you are.
Right.
Just a little scratch.
Oh, it hurts! I know.
I know.
But only for a minute and then you won't feel anything else.
- That's right.
- It's gonna hurt me.
- No, it's not.
- Right.
Well, any more for any more? (Doctor) We're away.
Just ten drops.
Vic.
I want Vic.
You don't need Vic.
You're a big girl.
(Doctor) That's fine.
See? Told you.
You didn't feel that.
Aces and jacks to bet.
Well, then, 250 quid.
Yeah, it's turbid all right.
Meningitis for sure.
- She'll need penicillin right away.
- Right.
All done.
I told you it wouldn't hurt.
It's all finished, OK? - Your luck's certainly changed.
- Plenty of time to win it back.
Tea.
- Duffy.
- Yeah? Listen, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to be nosy about Oh, that's all right.
Does Peter like There's a brilliant gig coming up.
No.
I don't think that's quite his bag, but thanks anyway.
Here.
Buy yourself a Mars Bar.
I'm more of a Bounty man meself.
Hey, I just phoned the hotel.
She's not there.
Drama to the end, eh? - I want to see her.
- Well, I'm afraid that's not possible.
- Why? - I have other patients to attend to.
Wait in the interview room, like I asked.
I'll be with you as soon as I can.
But I'm asking, why can't I see her? She was admitted to a ward three hours ago.
I would hope that by now she's fast asleep.
- You mean she really was ill? - Yes.
A severe type of meningococcal meningitis.
Meningitis? I thought only kids got that.
No.
Adults too.
She was complaining she was a bit fluey, you know.
- I thought she was putting it on.
- Did you? Did you really? She's a bit of a drama queen, Judy.
She's out to lunch.
She's seen the Wizard Of Oz about 15 times.
- Are you sure - I don't think you understand.
If Judy hadn't come in and waited just a few more hours, it could have proved fatal.
She could have died and she's not out of the woods yet.
Can I have your attention, please, everybody? Since we won't see Cyril and Karen before their exams on Wednesday, I thought we'd present them with these wee tokens to ensure success.
I sort of thought it matched your personality, Cyril.
- What is it? - It's a rabbit's foot, for luck.
Wasn't very lucky for the rabbit, was it? - Hello.
- Hello.
How are you? Oh, I'm much better, thanks.
I'm sorry I was such a wimp.
You weren't.
You were really ill.
Yeah.
Still All I can remember is you saying to me, "You're a big girl now.
" - Yeah, well, you are.
- Yeah, I expect so.
I had to come and get these, so I thought I'd call in and see how you were.
Thanks.
Are those case history thingies? (Laughs) No, these are exam notes.
I've got one tomorrow.
Oh.
I'm hopeless at exams.
So am I.
Well, I think.
If you don't mind me asking, how old are you? - 20.
- Snap.
- How long have you been nursing? - Three years.
Oh, long time.
Must be nice, helping people.
It has its moments.
Oh, I must look a mess, me.
No, you look like a film star.
Yeah, well, I'd better be off, do some studying, eh? Good luck, well, generally.
Thanks.
Look like the bride of Frankenstein.
- Hello, Vic.
- Brought you some flowers.
- They're lovely.
- Harry's got a mate who's a florist.
That's nice.
How's it going? - All right.
- Great.
Eh, guess what? Won a fortune.
Wiped the floor with 'em.
Good.
So, you don't need me any more.
Course I do.
Got a game fixed up for next weekend in Blackpool.
Sea air'll do you the world of good, eh? New hairdo, off we go.
- No.
- Eh? No, I'm not going.
- What, you don't feel up to it? - I'm not going with you again, ever.
What? If I'd died, what could I say about me life? - What mood are we in this time? - That nurse, she helped me.
She's my age and she's looking after people.
Is that it? Gonna be a nurse when we grow up? Whatever I'll be, I wanna grow up.
I don't wanna be a kid all me life like you.
- Eh? - You're just a kid, Vic.
Playing these games.
Did that taxi driver come to the casino? Yeah.
Yeah, he came.
- And you didn't come.
- I didn't realise.
Meningitis, that's a rarity.
- You wouldn't have come anyway.
- I would.
Not if you were winning.
I want more than that from somebody, Vic.
So that's it, then, eh? Goodbye, yellow brick road? - That's it.
- You're not for real.
I am.
You won't cope on your own.
You'll come crawling back.
- No, I won't.
- Want a bet? I've given up gambling.
- You'll come back.
- Not on your life.
Registered letter.
Sign here, please.
Not another parking ticket.
- Ta.
- Cheers, mate.
Wait a minute.
Oi, wait a minute! Hello? - Is that? - Yeah, it's a claim form.
You've won the premium bonds, that's if you've got a bond with that number on it.
Yeah.
I've done it.
I've won.
5,000 quid.
(Man) You may now turn over your papers.