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Here's to another ten years
of friendship.

Ten years.

I'm saying, maybe slow down.

You were hitting it
pretty hard last night.

Frankie and Sam,
they wandered off.

Well, I fell asleep,
and they were in the den--

What are you talking about,
Liz?!

You know last night
with the kids.

- But you were drunk.
- Fuck off!

That is not the only thing
that she's been baking.

Part of me that hopes it won't
ruin what we already have.

- Could anyone have hurt Betsey?
- No.

You both need to sign this.

You'll be agreeing that while
the investigation takes place,

you will not be alone
with any of your children.

You can't do that.

You can't take our children!

Guys, I'm so glad you could
make it!

- Hi.
- Cheers!

- Hi, so good to see you.
- You all right?

♪ Moving across
the dance floor

♪ I see fire in your eyes

♪ I'll ask you for a drink

♪ And let your... ♪

♪ Ooh, lover

♪ Ooh, lover

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah

♪ Move closer

♪ Move closer

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah

To us!

Oh, look at that.

If you squint,

it almost looks like
Charlotte's having fun.

Go, Charlotte!

- I love you.
- I love you too, hot mama.

Oh, it's so good not to be
Mummy for a while.

I know, tell me about it.

I do love my kids.

- I know you do.
- I love 'em.

But, you know, Ed's never home.

And Frankie's so
high maintenance and...

Kit, he's starting to talk
like a teenager already.

I do need a break sometimes.

I knew it.

She is a mere mortal, after all.

Yeah.

And, you know, they...

It's just, I have to be
responsible all the time.

They don't tell you that.

You know, you, you think you

learn from
your parents' mistakes,

and you're going to be

a completely different
mother than your own.

But they don't tell you.

It's so freaking hard
to be a mother.

It's just...

I take it you've talked Ed
out of having a third.

Oh!

Definitely.

- I'm not having any more kids.
- No.

For real.
I'm not having any more kids.

I mean, seriously.

I think I would kill him.

Oh.

Okay.

Kill him.

We have to find an approved
adult to move in

and stay with us
as part of a safety plan.

Who are we going to choose?
It's got to be someone we trust.

- What about Mel?
- We don't need supervision.

We can't pick which parts
we follow.

We have to accept all of it,
however wrong it feels.

Or they're going to take
the kids.

But it's unthinkable.

The quickest way out of this

is for us to accept
what they're asking.

We haven't done anything
wrong, so we sign it.

Both of us.

Does Liz know
this is happening?

Can she stop it?

She's done more than enough
already.

I'm going to find us
a way out of this.

For now, we don't have a choice.
We have to do what they ask.

It's temporary.

Everything all right?

Have you signed the forms?

I'm not signing a document

that says I can't be alone
with my own children.

Would it be possible
to talk to Dr. Burgess?

Sure.

You will get better.

Do you think you could speak
to your friends?

Neil told me to step away
from the case.

Yeah, but that's easier
said than done.

They don't want to sign
the protection plan

and they won't listen to me.

Please don't ask me to do this.

You're the only person
they want to see.

Look, I know you're going
through hell right now.

I'm sorry this is such
a nightmare.

- No thanks to you.
- Ed.

Maybe she can help.

Can you, Liz?

Oh, I really wish I could.

I know this isn't what
you want to hear right now,

but you do need to sign
the form.

It's just standard procedure
for an unexplained injury.

And how is this helping
her recovery?

I have to make an appointment
with Social Services

to see my own daughter.

If you don't want to sign,

then I'm afraid
this visit will be forfeited

and we'll assume you don't want
to agree to the protection plan.

What happens then?

Then we apply to
the Family Court.

But you won't get to see
your children in the meantime.

Please, Jess, please...
trust me.

Trust me.

For now,
we don't have a choice.

No.

Sign it.

Thank you.

I am so sorry.

I just... I had no idea

that things were going to move
so fast.

How could you make that call?

How could you do this to us?

They threatened to take away
our sons

and put them into foster care.

I know, I'm so sorry.

You started all of this!

Yeah, but I couldn't give you
special treatment

just because you're my friend.

This is designed for strangers
who beat their children.

Strangers you don't trust.

Not friends.

You leave your children
alone with me.

I've known you
for ten years, Liz.

Ten years!

And now you don't care.
You don't care.

I do care. Of course I care.

Oh, God.

I didn't know what to expect.

Why is she so out of it?

It's okay.
She's, she's naturally drowsy.

It's because of the increase
in intracranial pressure

in her head.

Can I touch her?

It's fine by me.

Yeah. Just be really careful.

Hey.

Hey, Betsey. Dad's here.

Okay?

Dad's here.
Everything's gonna be fine.

Help her!

BETSEY!

Dad's here. Everything's
going to be all right.

Dad's here.

Okay.

I can't be here.

I'm sorry.
I'm not really helping.

I'll wait out here.

They say you lose your identity
by becoming a mother.

But it doesn't have to be
all-consuming.

At least it shouldn't be.

Jess, I need to know everything

that happened at the hospital
last night.

Because right now,
I haven't got a clue.

You just made me sign away
our children.

Don't.

Don't do that.

I am doing whatever is necessary
to get us through this.

I'm the only one here
trying to find a solution.

What do you want? A medal?

Why are you talking to me
like that?

Because I'm not allowed to
look after my own children!

And why is that?

You know just as much as I do.
Okay?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?!

What could be more important
than the future of our family?

I'm cleaning!
Because the police left a mess!

And Betsey is upstairs
screaming!

Fuck's sake!

Oh, what the fuck have we done?

Sorry, another one.

I do love Betsey.

I love her.

I love her.

I love her so much. But...

sometimes I do wish
we never had another one.

I just hate how you're at
their beck and call.

You're always dancing
to their tune.

Anyway, why did you say yes
without asking me?

Well, I couldn't say no.

They're our friends.
They need our help.

Yeah, but you do too much
for them.

You're the one who's always
trying to impress them.

What?

I need to be there
for my friend.

She's going through hell.
They both are.

You know the pressure
we're under, right?

Look, Jess, she's like family.

I am your family. Okay?
Rob the mug.

And now I'm looking after
the kids for weeks.

- It wasn't part of the deal.
- Oh, my God, it's a week!

It's one fucking week!

It's not funny.

Rob?

Rob, I'm sorry.

- All right, mate?
- Hey.

- Come through.
- Thank you.

How are you doing?
You all right?

Busy. You?

Yeah. Same old.
Living the dream.

So... SOCO didn't find anything.

Our assumption has to be

that one of the parents knows
more than they're letting on.

Mm-hm. Well, from my side,
the mum, Jessica,

she's been uncooperative
throughout this whole process.

Right, but I don't see her
as violent though.

You don't have to be violent
to hurt a baby.

You know yourself, they can
drive a saint to insanity.

Especially if you're fragile
to begin with.

Yeah, but there's something
off about Ed as well.

We've got to consider DV.
She seems scared.

Yeah, I agree.

We still don't have enough
to arrest.

Someone in that house
harmed that baby,

and one of them
is lying about it.

Plus, these rich families
concealing things

seems to come
more naturally.

Oh, they're used to being
treated differently.

As if they couldn't be
on our radar.

Well, they are now.

Okay, everybody,
let's keep going. Almost there.

Jess!

I'm just saying, if my child
was in the hospital,

I wouldn't be out running.

Parents who bury their head
in the sand,

they drive me crazy.

- Hiya.
- Hi.

I'm Rob.
Pleased to meet you.

And this is Lucy Harding.

Ed and Jess' social worker.

Oh, wow, Jesus.

That's a sentence
I never expected to hear.

What a terrible situation, eh?

- Okay.
- Just going to get a coffee.

I'm not going to sugarcoat it.

This is not going to be
an easy task.

We'll require
daily written reports.

You'll be supervising all their
interactions with the children.

And if there's a hint
of any suspicion or doubt,

you need
to call me or the police.

Now, there is a chance that this
may provoke some resentment

or ill-feeling,

but I just want to make sure
that you're aware of that.

Yeah. I mean, I'd do anything
for Jess.

It would kill her to have
the kids in foster care.

And Frankie would
just melt down.

He's, he's not been
doing well here.

Poor love.
He's barely said a word.

How are you feeling
about all this, Rob?

- I'm--
- Oh, Rob is very supportive.

He and Ed
are actually good mates.

They're going into business
together.

Well, I mean, just 'cause Ed
might invest

doesn't make us business
partners, but, yeah, I mean,

anything to help
the Carrisfords, yeah.

It's the least we can do.
And, you know, let's not forget,

kids are the most important
thing here, right?

Mel's fantastic with them.

She'll make the make the perfect
undercover agent, yeah.

Eyes on the ground.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, my God.

Oh!

What's all this?

I'm trying to make it
perfect for Mel.

It is perfect.

I'm making a picnic
for you and the boys.

I'd love to come,

but, I'm gonna go
straight back to the hospital.

We're not allowed to go there
without a social worker.

Yeah, well, I don't know
what else to do.

I'm lactating or pregnant for
the past decade, and now I'm...

...expected to do nothing,

and behave as if my children
don't exist.

If you were finding
it all too much,

you would have said something,
wouldn't you?

You said that three would be
the magic number, didn't you?

But ever since
Betsey's been born,

you really haven't
been here much.

And how do you think we pay for
the three children

and this house and all of this?

It's just how
we've always done it.

Look, that's not the point
right now.

No, it's not.

Where were you on Friday?

Come on.
What are you talking about?

You don't think I notice?

Come home late.

You're drunk. Lose your temper.

With everything that's going on,

this is really what
you're fixating on?

What are you really asking, Ed?

Just tell me what you want me
to say to the police,

and I'll say it.

You think I hurt her.

I can't protect you
if you're not honest with me.

Don't talk to me about honesty.

Hey, stop! Stop!

Fuck off!

If that's how you're gonna
make me feel.

We shouldn't be in this position
in the first place.

You're right.

Good girl, Mollie. Go on!

- Oh, no!
- Chin up, George.

I'm sure you'll get a few
minutes of play before the end.

Go on, go on, Kit!

- Go on, go on.
- Come on!

Yeah!

- Whoo-hoo.
- Lovely.

Nice work.

- High five.
- Thank you.

You have single-handedly kept
my children out of foster care.

I know you'd do it for me.

He's avoiding us.

Yeah, a guilty conscience.

Have you spoken to Liz?

She offered her help
at the hospital.

And?

The Liz that I thought I knew,

the Liz that I trusted, would
never have done what she did.

She'd have fought for us.

Oh, foul!

Kit! Hey, Kit!

No! Kit. Cut it out!

No, Kit!

- Idiot!
- Get off him!

Kit! Kit! That's enough!
Kit, that's enough!

- Get off me!
- Get off him!

- Come here.
- Off. That's a red card.

What are you doing?

- Brutal.
- That's a bit much.

- What was that about?
- What?

Sit down.

You never hit another player.

It doesn't matter
what they've done.

Told you.
And now you're on the bench.

Hey, Kit!

Hey.

Take that. I think you need it.

Listen, if you want
legal representation,

just say the word, okay?

I'll put the call out

for the most aggressive
bastards I can find.

I'm on it, Charl.

Mel is considered
more responsible than you.

You need a lawyer.

I keep thinking about
what you said the other day.

I shouldn't have said anything.

I really don't want
to talk about it.

I get it.

No-one wants to think the worst
about the person they love.

Well, let's not talk about Jess
like that, shall we?

I'm just saying, Eddie.

Jess isn't the only one
under suspicion here.

You have to protect yourself
and the children

in case the worst
comes to light.

Oh, for Christ's sake.
Charlotte, just stop.

Betsey Carrisford, please.

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Hey!

Hello?

Excuse me, please.

Betsey Carrisford?

Hey! Sir, she needs her feed.

That's it. Oh, go on, George.

Oh, so close.

- Hey, Liz.
- Hey.

How are you?

Yeah.

Look, I just wanted you to know

that I know you would never have
called social services

unless you had
a damn good reason.

What happened?

Come on, Charlotte.

You wouldn't talk to me
about a legal case, would you?

No, of course not.

But if I knew that somebody had
a vital piece of evidence,

I would listen to what
they had to say.

Right.

So, I saw Ed that afternoon.
We bumped into each other and...

...he and Jess had
had a huge argument,

and she was really angry.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what you want me
to do with that information.

So, Ed and Jess had a row.
So what?

The day that Betsey got hurt.

What? And...?

Come on, Charlotte, I know
how to treat a skull fracture.

I'm not the police, all right?
I'm not social services.

You let yourself down
a little bit.

Hey.

- Okay, sure.
- I'm gonna...

Come on, Mollie.

- That's it.
- Let's go, Pinks.

Go on, George.

Oh. So close.

- Hey.
- Hey. Thanks for that.

She knows
she shouldn't have done it.

It was a skull fracture.

Kids break their bones
all the time.

Yeah, not their skulls.

Have you spoken to Ed?

No, I thought I'd give him
some space, you know?

Yeah.

Thing is, if I don't, it's gonna
look like I'm avoiding him.

I think you are.

Yeah, but then
I'm going to look guilty.

Just stop thinking.
Watch the game.

- I'm going over.
- Liz, it'll end in tears.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Hey, do you want one of these?

Yeah, thanks.

Four kids I had last night.

Two distraught, traumatised
little boys with their questions

and their anxieties.

I had to figure out
what to tell them.

Mel, just...

I'm glad you were there
for them.

I can't even comprehend

what Jess must be going through
right now.

Mel, you know doctors have
protocols to follow.

Did you personally make
the call to social services?

The whole team had concerns,
Mel.

We couldn't guarantee that
someone hadn't hurt Betsey.

Oh, my God, I can guarantee it.

Oh, really? Great. Please, do.

Tell me how she's ended up
lying in hospital

with a fractured skull and a
haematoma pressing on her brain.

- All right.
- Go on.

- Thanks!
- Shit!

Ed, I'm so sorry.
- Obviously, I didn't mean it.

- You've done enough.
- It's getting to all of us.

- What?
- Relax, relax, relax.

- Look, everyone's watching.
- Ed, Ed.

Yeah, they're talking
about my daughter...

Let's go and talk over here.
I'm saying let's talk about it.

You're talking about my
daughter in front of everyone.

Don't go over there.
Just leave them be.

- Ed.
- Everyone is watching, yeah.

- Come on.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

- Look, it was an accident, okay?
- It's fine, I'm fine.

- It was an accident.
- What the hell?

- You grabbed me.
- Are you okay?

I don't think it was on purpose.

It was an accident.

- All right?
- Ed, I'm just saying...

Don't. Don't come near me again.

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Just...

I mean, no matter how close
we were before all this,

who knows what goes on
behind closed doors?

We all have our secrets,
our limits

on what we're willing to share.

They're a different
breed, the stay at home mums.

At the school gates, relaxed and
cheerful in their running Lycra.

Unlike us, working mothers.

We drop and run,

our guilt
firmly compartmentalised.

I mean, no-one can claim
to know everything

about someone else, can they?

Shoes off, boys. Shoes off.

Mum?

Mummy?

Mum? Mummy!

Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi.

- Hi.
- How you doing?

Kit scored a goal.

You did?
Wow. I'm so proud of you.

Yeah. And then he hit a kid
on the other team

and got red carded, didn't you?

- It wasn't my fault!
- Kit.

Go to your room.

I'll make us some tea.

Uh, we should sit down
and discuss Mel's role

and how we can assist her.

In a bit. I just want to spend
some time with the boys.

I haven't seen them.

The social worker
made it rather clear

that she had certain
expectations.

And I think we should
clarify those.

It can wait.

It's been an emotional
few days for you guys.

Yeah.

Hey.

I've heard that there are some
new birthday presents

that I haven't seen.

Are you going to show me?

- Yeah.
- Go. I'll race you. Come on.

No, go settle in.

Ah, part of the agreement
is that I would...

God, this is ridiculous.

Um... I have to be with you
whenever you're with the boys.

You're in the same house.
Isn't that enough?

Mummy! You coming?

Okay. All right. Got it.

Come on.

Let's go show Aunt Mel too.

I spoke to Liz,
and I'm telling you,

clearly it's the absence
of an explanation

and Jess's furtive behaviour

that's triggered
this whole avalanche

of police and social services.

- Sorry, Liz said that?
- Mm-hm.

Well, I put two and two
together.

I mean, if she just said,

"My baby fell off the bed
and banged her head,"

then none of this
would be happening.

Well, regardless of how Jess
is or isn't behaving,

there's a baby
with an unexplained injury.

They'll be looking at Ed
just as closely.

I might reach out to Louisa.

You know, the family solicitor
from my old law firm.

She's a real pit bull.

- Louisa Reid?
- Yeah.

I'd be careful, Charlotte,
if I were you.

What do you mean?

I'm just saying,
you shouldn't get involved.

I think Ed
needs to protect himself.

But family courts
tear families apart.

They pit couples
against each other

and turn their lives
into all-out war.

Yeah, I know that.

Right, so let the police
do their work.

Anyway, I, uh, wanted to
talk to you about something.

What?

Don't sound too enthusiastic.

I'm aware that after
the miscarriage,

it was supposed to be
our last...

...throw of the dice.
And yet, here we are.

I wanted to thank you
for doing another round of IVF.

We agreed, didn't we?

And if this doesn't work,
I've been thinking about...

...surrogacy.

Oh.

- Well, hear me out.
- Absolutely not.

Maybe it's something...

Maybe this is something
we should, you know,

- address in therapy.
- Therapy?

Jesus Christ, Andrew, I did
the requisite six sessions.

You cannot be saying
you expect me to do any more.

I think it's a helpful way
for us to mediate our issues.

What do you mean?
My failing womb?

No, absolutely not, Charlotte.

Why are you suggesting
hiring somebody else's

fully-functioning
non-failing womb?

Thanks a lot.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Still a little tender.

No.

Fine.

I can't believe
I almost went for Ed.

- You sure you're okay?
- I'm fine!

I've had worse off my mum
over the years.

Yes, that is true. It's true.

Although, she thrives
on making you feel miserable,

so comparing anything to her is
setting the bar incredibly low.

It's true.

I've never seen Ed
react like that.

Just lost it.

At Kit, and then at you.

Must be the pressure, right?

Yeah, but Kit's behaviour
at the football afterwards.

I see this kind of thing
at school all the time.

You know, when parents come in,
it's like violence...

...violence is learned.

Sometimes.

- I love you.
- Love you.

Kit.

Where does your mummy
keep the knives?

Over there.

What?

Key's up there.

Thanks, love.

Why is the kettle in here?

I had to boil the water
in the bloody pan.

Wait.

We have to leave the room
when Mum uses a knife.

Why?

In case we get hurt.

Hurt by who?

I'd like to keep monitoring
Betsey

for at least another
24 to 48 hours

to ensure she doesn't
knock herself

and experience another bleed
or have any seizures.

Christ, is that likely?

I thought she was
supposed to be getting better.

It's just a precaution.

Right.
Thank you for your time, Doctor.

Okay.

It's hard when they're not well.

You and your wife
must be exhausted.

Yeah, we are.

Neither of us have slept much
since Friday,

But we're trying our best
to get through it.

Times like these
are really tough.

When you're feeling overwhelmed,

it's important to recognise
your limits.

Do you have a healthy way
to manage your emotions?

I'm focused on my little girl
right now.

I'm not thinking about myself.

But if it makes you feel
any better

let's just say I'm managing.

Thank you for your concern.

Thank you.

- Mrs. Hinman?
- DC Rustin?

- That's me.
- Thank you for seeing me.

No, thanks for coming down.

I saw Ed on Friday.

He'd gone home at lunchtime
specifically to surprise Jess

with a large bouquet of flowers.

And she just responded
by kicking him out.

You were at
the Carrisford residence

when you witnessed this?

No, no, I happened to bump into
Ed shortly after that.

He was in
a bit of a state, actually.

You all right, Ed?

Yeah, sorry. Jess and I had
a stupid argument.

It's not been easy with
Betsey, has it?

You know what?
Three is really hard work.

I just wish that, um, Jess
enjoyed motherhood

a little bit more.

It all seems a bit of a penance
for her right now.

She's just so
tightly wound and angry.

Oh, I shouldn't be talking
about this.

I'm a mess.

Come on.

So, anyway, we went for a drink,

and he confided in me
just how incredibly intense

and controlling she can be.

I really needed this.

I really needed to unwind.

It has been a long week.
It has been a long ten months.

You know, I can tell.
You look like shit.

Well, thank you very much.

I have to say, though,
you have aged disturbingly well.

Much better than I have.

Uh, not true, Webber.

You haven't changed a bit.

- No?
- No.

You still look exactly the same
as you did at uni.

So I'm saying,
if you're suspicious of him,

well, you're directing your
concerns at the wrong person.

Thank you very much
for reaching out, Mrs. Hinman.

You have been
incredibly helpful.

Of course.

I'll show you out the front.

Mm.

I should probably... go home.

Yeah.

To your darling wife

and your three little angels.

Right uh... Sorry.

Okay, I guess we're not
going home just yet.

I do love Betsey.
I love her so much, but...

...sometimes I do wish
we never had another one.

For you.

Kit, come on.

Stop. Thank you.

Hiya.
You all right?

Thinking about bringing
the kids round for dinner.

Rob, you can't come round.

- What? Why not?
- Because we're busy.

- Yeah, but there's no food here.
- There's lasagne, pizza.

There's chips and nuggets
in the freezer.

There's plenty of food.

I'm not going to feed them
that crap, it's disgusting!

- Deal with it!
- Rather take them to Wimpy!

You not hungry?

He won't eat it if the carrots
are touching the broccoli.

Okay.

Here we go.

Problem solved.

He's got a special plate
with separate compartments.

So he does.

Does um...

Does Mummy always lock away
the knives

and the blender and the toaster?

Um, it depends
how she feels like.

It depends on if Daddy's home.

There you go.

You ready to go?

- I've still got Betsey's rabbit.
- What...?

Oh, Miss Harding,
I forgot to give this to her.

Oh, yeah, you can bring it in.

I'll wait here.

Thanks.

- Mrs. Carrisford.
- Yeah.

This, this is a complex case.

Uh, often parents
find themselves

facing impossible choices.

They're forced into assessing

whether the children are their
first priority or their partner.

What are you trying to say?

I'm not saying anything.

I'm just, just making
an observation.

Well, I think you might be
overstepping the mark.

How are things
between you and your husband?

They were perfectly fine
until Friday night.

Okay, well, listen,
if anything springs to mind,

anything unusual...

...anything...

...you can always give me a call.

Oh, come on, Frank.
It's nearly bedtime.

Can't we print this off
in the morning?

No.

No.

Okay. What do we need?

A picture of a whale.

All right, so you go on,
check the printer,

and I'll look for this.

It's on.

Mrs. Carrisford?

Time to go.

LUCY [on phone]: Oh, they're
still playing Happy Families.

They won't tell me anything.

DC RUSTIN [on phone]:
Well, I just had

an interesting conversation.

- Yeah?
- With a Mrs. Charlotte Hinman.

So you interviewed
one of Mr. Carrisford's friends?

She came in to give a character
statement

and ended up inadvertently
revealing

that Ed Carrisford
has been lying.

He went home Friday lunchtime,
had an argument with his wife,

and then he and Mrs. Hinman

spent the evening together
getting drunk.

And are you going to
interview him?

Tomorrow morning as a priority.

What if she's dead?

We just left her
a few minutes ago.

What are you talking about?

What if she died
and they didn't want to tell us?

Please.
Why are you acting like this?

I... I can't just stand here
like this.

Jess. Jess, stop!

Stop! You're worrying me.

I have a bad feeling.

Jess.

Jess, where are you going?

Can you increase
the dose, please?

Is this really happening?

- Oh.
- It looks worse than it is.

Betsey is having a seizure.

Mum and Dad,
we need you to stand back.

- Please.
- Please.

You need to stand back.

You're on your phone?

- She needs help!
- I'm timing the seizure.

Five minutes.

You have to both
leave now, yes?

Just let them focus on Betsey.

- No, please.
- Can you get them out?

Where's Liz? Get Liz, please.
She's going to die.

Please do something.
Please do something!

If she doesn't calm down,
call security.

- Six minutes.
- Oh, my God!

I don't want her to die.

That's it, get her out!

I want Liz!

Please, please, Liz.

Ten minutes.

No. No! Please!

All right, that's it,
get her out!

- Get off, we're going.
- About bloody time!

- Liz!
- Second lorazepam. Let's go.

- Please don't let her die.
- We've got to go.

You're killing her!
You're killing her!

Patient, Dr. Burgess.
Focus on the patient.

- Liz!
- Oxygen is low. Give me oxygen.

On maximum, please.
Maximum.

- Oh, my God!
- Gotta go, we've gotta go!

- We've gotta go.
- Liz. Liz!