All language subtitles for The Royal s05e07 Love Is All You Need

I need someone in my life. I need a girl
to hold me tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel
alright.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

Don't somebody tell me what I've done
wrong.

Dr. Goodwin.

Joanna, what are you doing here?

Waiting for you. They said you were
busy, but I thought if you could, I

here. I'm actually just going out to see
a patient. But I really need to see

you.

OK.

It's Gavin's mum. The thing is, now the
baby's settled with her and everything,

we'd like to take him out sometime.

Well, I'm sure she'd be happy with that.
You know, every time I ask her, she

changes the subject.

Look... Could you talk to her?

Please, Dr. Goodwin.

I've asked the welfare officer and she
doesn't listen either.

He is my baby.

Please?

I'll come and see you after I've
finished my rounds.

How's that?

Thanks, Doctor. I knew you'd help.

Right. The doctor won't be long.

Good. Mr Herbert's ready to go.

Who's next?

Mrs Wilson.

Right.

Just give me one minute, please.

I thought we were supposed to go to the
beach. I've got two home visits. Just

take it easy.

You shouldn't be dashing around. Not at
this stage.

Gordon, you are such an old warrior.

Don't mind me.

Ready?

Good, say?

Keep up the good work.

There it is again. That smile.

Oh, shut up.

Right, let's get through, shall we?

What's all that about?

Mr Carnegie.

He's definitely interested.

What, he fancies her?

You bet.

And I'm pretty sure she fancies him too.

Mind you, he's a bit out of her league,
really.

Come on now, you two. And Frankie, when
you've taken Mr Horbert off, Mr Stevens

will be ready for his bed bath. Yes,
sister.

Bedpans and bed baths, that's all I ever
do.

Yeah, well, all of us don't get to do
brain surgery, do they?

Do I look pale?

A bit.

But he'll think it's the worry.

Who are you?

Here's a good spot.

Ah, that looks absolutely perfect.
Right, come on, let's make out.

Wait a second, that's the cutlery over
there.

Hello there!

Hey, Dr Elmeron.

Whether El? Hello. Great minds think
alike, eh?

Right, one batch, one set of stuffed.

Off you go.

Look, we got him there.

Oh, that's good.

And we got a book and everything.

That's very good.

Show him that farm, Gav. He's applied
for a job out of paper.

Oh, well, that's... You've missed the
closing date.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, well, there's plenty more jobs,
aren't there?

So will you ask Gavin's mum if we can
take Charlie out? She'd listen to you.

It's just that really and truly it's got
nothing to do with me. Look, all we

want is to have him to ourselves for a
bit, without her breathing down his

necks.

Please, Dr Goodwin, like I said, the
welfare lady's useless.

There's no -one else to help us, only
you.

I'm smiling, walking miles to drink your
water.

You know I'd love to love you. Thank
you.

Come on, Neil.

Get me out of my misery.

Come on, help that way. Here's the ball,
then.

Right.

You ready for this then, Doctor?

Of course I'm ready.

This is a better session, thank you.

Oh, Dr Goodwin. How nice to see you.
Have you got a minute?

Of course.

Hello, Charlie.

Oh, he looks extremely well, I must say.

Oh, he is well.

Very well, aren't you?

So, um, what can I do for you, Doctor?

Well, Joanna came to see me this morning
about taking that little man out.

She wondered if I might have a word with
you about it.

I see.

Ah, when will you leave, young man?

Sorry? Those watermen are unfortunate
motorcyclists. As I said, cause of death

was a split aorta.

Yes, of course. Major, they must away.

That's to lead general awaits.

Is anything the matter, Frankie?

Um, could you spare me a minute, Matron?

About work.

Oh, yes.

I, um... Well, I don't really think I'm
cut out for life on the wards.

Not as an orderly, anyway.

And the thing is, I really miss being on
the ambulances.

I've been on to them, and they said they
wouldn't mind having me back.

What are you trying to say, Frankie?

That you'd like to leave?

Yes.

I'm sorry, I know I'm letting you down,
and I'll work out all my notice and

everything. I think you're right.

I think ambulance work probably does
suit you better.

So, um, just put it in writing.

Oh, and Frankie, no need to work out
your whole notice.

A week will do.

Thank you, Major.

Good afternoon, the Royal.

I'm sorry, can I give him a message?

About the what?

Oh, right, I will. Just as soon as he
comes in.

Oh, hang on, he's here now.

Mr. Carnegie?

Yes, Lizzie?

Someone on the phone about the Chamber
of Something Ball.

You haven't RSVP'd and they need to know
if you're going and if you're taking a

partner.

Right.

Actually, tell them I'll call them back.

Did you just see the way he looked at
you?

I think he's going to whack you, you
know. Don't be daft. Of course he isn't.

Good. Are you all right? You can stop
laughing as soon as you'd like. Oh, come

on. It's good to have a bit of a laugh.

Especially after the last couple of
months we've had.

There, I see.

Great. Thank you.

I suppose things can only get better.

Especially with normal junior, actually.

How many?

I was thinking about Jonathan.

Sorry? If it's a boy, of course.

Jonathan? Any reason for that name in
particular?

No. Just like it, that's all.

How about you?

Have you thought of any?

No,

not really. Not yet.

Oh, come on, Gordon. I'm just about
getting used to the idea of being

Let alone worrying about names.

I'm sorry.

It's Neil.

All Joanna wants is a bit of time on her
own with him.

Yes.

And your son will be there too.

She does adore him.

I know.

I just worry that she can't manage.

She deserves a chance.

And with our support, is she allowed?

It's just when you think what Charlie
was like when I took him over.

I know.

And you've made a huge difference.

But we're only talking about a couple of
hours.

I mean, he's like a different child.

He's in a routine and everything, and
that's what babies need.

That's right.

But they also need regular contact with
their mum and dad.

Don't they?

All right, Doctor.

Fair enough.

Can you tell me where it hurts exactly,
Neil?

I don't know.

Everywhere. I got a bad tummy on and off
a week, but he told me it was getting

better.

Has he had his appendix out, do you
know? No.

You don't think it's that, do you?

I'll call for an ambulance.

Where's Tessa?

Just outside.

I'll see her in a minute.

Hello there.

Temperature 100, blood pressure 160 over
100.

Right, OK, well, we'll have another look
at this tummy, shall we?

Right.

OK.

Pain worse there at all?

No.

And there?

No.

OK,

well, do you want to show me where it
is?

I don't know.

It's gone now I've been sick.

Well, just dropped the kids off.

How's the patient?

Feeling all right?

Fraud.

Generalised pain in the lower abdomen,
but nothing over the appendix area.

that's not been the case in the early
stages.

So what do you think? Keep them in under
observation in the areas in the

morning?

What?

I can't do that.

I don't know.

So we'll just get Mr Rose to look at him
then, yeah?

But we're going to Cornwall on Saturday.

Neil.

It's the first holiday we've managed. I
can't let the kids down.

Don't you worry. If everything settles
down, we'll be kicking you out first

thing in the morning.

Tell Sister Bridget that she's got a new
admission and warn her that he's a bit

of a handful, will you?

Well, he didn't actually say anything,
but you can tell he really likes it.

Yeah, I've seen him give another glad
eye several times. Me too.

Oh, here she is. Cinderella herself.

What? Off to the ball with Mr Carnegie.

What have you been saying?

Nothing. He's just teasing.

Oh, but you will say yeah if he asks
you, won't you?

Go on, love. Let your hair down. Live
dangerously. Stop it. I hardly know the

man, so why you lot should think he's
going to ask me to this ball thing? I

can't imagine.

And anyway, even if he did, I wouldn't
go because I don't do that blood of

dancing.

What do you mean?

Well, you know, quick step and waltz and
all that stuff.

Oh, you're all right. I can teach you.
Yeah, Ken's the bee's knees when it

to ballroom dancing. You know, all that
old -fashioned stuff.

Yeah, you. Yeah, look, I'll show you.
Come on.

Slow, slow.

Quick, quick, slow. No!

Goodnight.

He -hey!

Ah, who's winning?

I am, of course.

No, you're not.

I am, and it's my girl.

I only need four, and I'm home.

So, come on, Mr Dyke, let's be having
you.

I imagine it does exactly what I tell it
every time. So, a nice little paw is on

its way now.

A couple more pillows and another cup of
tea, though.

Mike's been waited on, hasn't he?

Well, the nicest will make the most of
it. Don't get this sort of thing at

you know. Are you?

Right, my turn.

Demand him.

Sounds all right.

Thanks.

Morning,

Lizzie. Hiya.

Hey, Frankie, is it true you've handed
in your notice?

Yeah. So what are you going to do?

I'm going back on the ambulance.

Brilliant excuse, though, isn't it?

What for?

For having a leave -in due, stupid.

That's quite a good idea, actually.

Of course it is. You can't leave without
having a leave -in due.

Hey, you can have it in pub and, like,
invite everyone you've worked with.

Nurses and... Oh, including Stella?

Oh, yeah, Stella. Mustn't forget Stella.

Well, how can we? With him around.

Shut up.

Oh, I just feel like a party.

Are you all right? You look awfully
pale.

Oh, yes. I was just anxious, that's all.

Oh, Charlie, let me hold him.

Hello, love.

Hello, Mum.

Now then, I've got everything ready, if
you'd like to take it.

Boss has written that back there.

And here's his routine. I've written it
all down.

Thanks very much. That's great.

Well, you two might as well be off then.

What time will you be back?

Er, one o 'clock?

Yeah, one o 'clock. Yeah, that's fine.

And Gavin, don't keep him cooped up in
that stuffy flat.

No, Mum.

Look after him.

Please.

Come on, darling. Mum is going to take
you out.

No. Patience, Molly. I'm really worried
he didn't touch his credits.

I just want you to put this in for me to
hear.

You all right there,

Frankie? Oh, er, yes, yes, sir. Anything
else you want scrubbing while I'm at

it?

No, thank you.

OK.

break of cheerfulness.

Since yesterday, I can't understand it.

The thing is that Dusty's leaving.

Leaving? Going back on the ambulance.

Ah, he's leaving.

Ah, well, I suppose it's no bad thing.

Have you seen Dr. Weatherill?

Mr. Cutler's not well.

It's getting a lot worse, sister.

All right, let's see what's going on
here, shall we?

Okay, Neil.

Well, it looks like we're going to have
to do an appendectomy fairly smartly.

Stella, could you find Alan, tell him to
get the theatre ready? Yes, Doctor.

Neil, this appendix is going to have to
come out, I'm afraid.

Oh, no.

It's nothing to worry about.

Shall I contact Mr Rose? No, it's very
routine, no need to bother him. I will

need Gordon on anaesthetics, though.

We'll still get a coma, won't we?

Of course we will.

Hey, is it true he's asked you to a
really posh do?

No, it isn't.

Well, that's what Della said.

And my dad's got to teach you the quick
step.

Della is talking rubbish.

Could you put Dr Omrod's lights up,
please, Lizzie? Yeah, me too.

I'll have to go, love. I've got to pick
the kids up. I'll see you later after

the operation.

When shall I come back, do you think?

Whenever you like, really.

And there or so I'll be back on the
water demanding your teen sympathy, I

expect. Bye, love.

Don't worry, old chap.

Once the pre -med takes effect, you'll
feel a lot easier.

OK?

Okay, everybody ready?

Scalpel, please.

I

can

feel some new expressions on my face.

I can feel a glowing sensation taking
place.

Swap, please.

Scalpel, please.

Okay, opening up the peritoneum now.

Chill.

A faecal matter. I've got a faecal
matter. It's not the appendix. The

is normal.

It's a perforated large bowel. I
can't... This is not something I can

We need Mr Rose now, please.

I know Mr Rose isn't theatre, but we've
got a critically ill 30 -year -old man

here with a perforated bowel.

I'll hold, yes.

Is he out of state yet?

I'm afraid not.

It's taking a bit longer than they
thought.

I'll tell you as soon as he is, OK?

Why's my husband's operation taking so
long?

There's been a slight complication.

Why? What's that?

Pardon?

Yeah, I'll tell Dr Wetherill straight
away. Thank you.

Don't worry, Mrs Cutler.

Everything's under control.

Please, take a seat, and the doctor will
explain everything to you very soon.

Please see Dr Goodwin.

Oh, come on, come on, we need to get on.

Mr Rose will be here in 20 minutes.

Come in.

Dr Goodwin, there's a baby in casualty
and the mother says you're his doctor

she'll only see you.

What's his name?

Charlie Worthington.

What's happened now?

Can we hurry up, please? He's really
ill. Look, we're all waiting for Dr

Goodwin, not just you. He'll be here as
soon as he can. Now, why don't you let

me take him? No, it's got to be Dr
Goodwin. I won't see anyone else. Just

back to the cubicle and take his clothes
off, like I said. He's very sombre. We

need to cool him down.

We only took him to the park for a bit.

We fell asleep in the sun. I don't know
how we got like this.

It's not my fault.

What the hell's happened?

Ah,

Mr Raven.

Is that him?

Yes. Your husband shouldn't be too long
now.

Find something for these children to
play with, could you, Ken?

Oh, we're their kids.

Uncle Ken will be right back.

Heart monitor, antipartic drip, not
adrenaline?

Yes. You all right, Doctor? Yes. Now
you're here. I'm sorry to have to rush

over. No need to apologise, Doctor.

My department, not yours.

Good. You've done the laparoscopy.

Splendid. Remove the swabs, please.
Let's see what we have here.

Oh, yes.

Definitely my department, I'm afraid.

Here we go.

Kids get stuck into that.

I should keep him quiet until I can dig
out some comics. That's very fine.

Hey, don't look so worried. He's going
to be all right.

I know.

He's being silly, aren't I? No, not at
all. It's only natural.

I suppose you'll feel better when he's
back on the ward, eh?

Yeah.

Well, it won't be long now.

Is Dr Goodwin here?

Goodness, everybody wants Dr Goodwin.

Yeah, but his surgery isn't till five,
I'm afraid. He'd like to come back a bit

later. I don't want to consult him. I
want to see him.

My grandson is missing.

Your grandson?

Yes.

He was supposed to be back nearly an
hour ago.

Look, I am really worried.

I only agreed to let them have him
because of Dr Goodwin.

Very much against my better judgement.

If you could kindly tell me where he is.

The thing is, he's a bit tired. I'll put
him in here with us.

Oh, Lord.

You're not Charlie's granny, are you?

Fecal peritonitis, as we thought, and it
looks nasty.

Caused by... Suction, please.

Thank you.

Preparation in the cecum. Just here.
More suction, please.

This isn't one hell of a mess.

Oh, what on earth?

Oh, dear.

What do you think?

Adenocarcinoma?

Looks like it, but we need a biopsy to
confirm.

Quite a large one, too.

Right, ladies and gentlemen, slight
change of plan. I need to remove this

tumour. I shall have to do a right
hemicolectomy and a defunctioning

How's he doing?

Not good.

Systemic pressure 60.

Give him some more noradrenaline right
away and put some blood up. Scalpel,

please.

How has this man got to be in this state
without somebody noticing? I can't

imagine.

Well, he's got a high temperature, his
skin's very badly burnt and he's

dehydrated.

When did you last give him a feed?

We didn't give him one because...
Because we were going to when we got

the park.

Oh.

Yes.

Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to
keep him in.

Keep him in? Why?

Because you had him out in the midday
sun, that's why.

Well, I didn't know, did I?

Mum.

What have you done with him, you stupid
girl?

Mrs Worthington.

Oh, no.

Oh, poor little lamb.

Don't go to bed.

I told you she was hopeless.

Once the results of the biopsy are back,
we shall undoubtedly have the cancer to

deal with, but only if we can first
avoid septic shock and septicemia.

The next 24 hours are absolutely
critical.

Do you want to tell his wife, or shall
I?

I'll do it.

Can't afford to lose a second in cases
like this.

No.

Here we go, kids.

Look what Uncle Ken's found in his
storeroom.

All his old beaners from when he were a
lad.

Yeah, let's just stay with the children
a minute, will you?

Doctor.

It's all right. He's in the recovery
room, so you can see when he's back on

wall. I thought there was a
complication.

Yes. It wasn't an appendicitis after
all, I'm afraid.

We found a tumour.

Tumour? We've removed it, of course, but
it had burst the bowel, so there is a

risk of septicemia.

He's very ill, Tessa.

I'm so sorry.

I think it's best if we keep him quiet
for a bit, Joanna.

But he's mine.

It doesn't matter whose he is.

It's who he feels at home with, and I
think that's Granny, don't you, Doctor?

He was pretty upset until she came in.

I'm sorry.

Come on.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you come back in the morning?
I'm sure your mother will need a break

by then.

All I did was try and help.

Hmm.

Well, there are some you can't.

Look, Tiffy, you've just had major
surgery.

He probably won't come round till the
morning.

Why don't you go home, get some rest?

You can bring him whenever you like, see
how he is.

Come on, kid.

Doctor's right. Let Daddy sleep, shall
we?

Good night.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night.

See you in the morning.

Ready to come out?

I think I'd better stay here the night.

Just to be on the safe side, do you
mind?

Of course not.

Dr.

Wetherill! Dr.

Wetherill!

The diastolic pressure's down to 40, and
I can't get a diastolic. Right,

increase noradrenaline to 51.

Doctor,

he's arresting.

Use the trolley, quickly.

Dr. Wetherill.

Dr. Wetherill, I really do think it's
too late.

What?

You've done everything you can. It isn't
going to work.

You've gone.

Jill.

He died.

Except in shock.

Come on.

You know you did everything you could.

I'm so sorry.

Morning.

Oh, I didn't hear you. Probably doubled
by the sight of you.

Sorry?

You've done something, Sarah.

Septicemia. His system was poisoned.

What do I tell the children?

What do I do about corn?

I can't take it in.

I know.

I should have stayed with him, Tessa. I
should have been there.

I never even said goodbye.

Terrible. Just terrible.

He was such a nice chap, too.

He was only 30 as well.

So what about Frankie's leaving, do? I
know he's going to feel like it at this

rate. We can't not go.

Yeah, you're right. He would be very
upset.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Do you think Stella will be there?

A word, please, will you?

About Mr Cutler, the deceased patient, I
want all the information about the case

on my desk as soon as possible.

Time of arrival, how long between
admission and surgery, when Mr Rose got

involved, whether Ashfordly General were
asked to take him.

The whole sequence of events, please,
from Dr Weatherill's notes. Thank you.

Yes, Mr Carnegie.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've not been very professional, I'm
sorry.

She was so brave, you know.

I don't know. I just keep thinking if I
had done something differently... Well,

that's nonsense, and you know it.

Look, you haven't had much sleep and
you're upset.

Why don't you go home?

I've got morning surgery in a minute. I
can't possibly... Well, just don't

overdo it.

OK?

Is Dr Heather all free?

Um, is it very urgent, is it?

Well, Mr Canny, if you want to see me,
I'll cut those notes.

What's what?

You know, Dr Weatherill's file. What's
all the information about the case?

I'm sorry, I'm not having that.

What's all this about you needing Jill's
notes on Neil Cutler?

I need to know what happened, that's
all. Is there a problem with that? The

died from septothemia following a
perforated bowel. That's all there is to

Yes, but could the death have been
avoided?

What? Was hospital procedure followed
correctly? Is our system as good as it

should be? These are questions that need
answers. Gordon, surely you can see

that. The system works perfectly well.

Except that it didn't work perfectly
well yesterday, did it?

We had a dangerously ill man in urgent
need of some specialist surgery. We had

no one here to do it. We had to wait
while Mr Rose was fetched from another

hospital. Because we all thought it was
appendicitis. When we realised it

wasn't, Mr Rose was here within 20
minutes. Exactly. So my point is simple.

mistake like that can happen... There
was no mistake. Should we be doing any

surgery here at all?

Wouldn't it be safer, as a matter of
course, to simply send all surgical

to Ashfordly General, which is why I
need Dr Wetherill's notes, just to see

she did in this particular instance.

What exactly are you suggesting?

That my wife is gone? Certainly not.

But what then?

That Neil Cutler's death was somehow her
fault? No. Which I can tell you it most

emphatically was not. I was there, I
know.

Everything all right? No, it isn't.

Mr Carnegie here has dared to imply that
somehow or other Neil Cutler's death

was your fault. For heaven's sake, I'm
merely suggesting that perhaps Dr

Weatherall should not have admitted him
here. I know what you thought, Jill, but

a more senior surgeon at Ashfordly
General might have thought differently

acted quicker.

How dare you!

How dare you upset my wife!

She's pregnant, and I won't have her
health jeopardised by your stupid,

accusations.

Right, well, not quite how I would have
broken the news, but, um...

It's pretty bad.

I think we'd better keep him in another
day.

I've rung the welfare officer.

She was amazed to hear what had
happened.

I think we all were.

Amazed and very annoyed.

In fact, she'll be making an official
complaint.

I'm sorry?

About doctors interfering in welfare
cases.

That's what she said.

Look, Mrs Worthington, all I was doing
was helping your son and his girlfriend

get proper access to their own child.

He is their baby.

Come on, they love him.

Oh, yes.

So where is that silly little girl now?

You told her she could take over from me
this morning.

If she loves him that much...

And where's Gabby? Still in bed.

Look, Joanna, I've tried to help you,
but it's no good if you won't help

yourself, is it?

You were supposed to be at the hospital
this morning with Charlie. Yeah, I know,

but I was sick.

Sick?

Joanna?

Yeah, I'm pregnant.

Two months.

But don't worry, I've learnt my lesson.

Gabby's mum's not getting her hands on
this one, I promise you that.

Cos this time I'm going to do everything
right.

Right from the start.

They had this big row in Mr Carnegie's
room and Dr Romerov said, leave my wife

alone because she's pregnant.

I mean, I wonder how far gone she is.

Hello, the Royal.

I see.

Just one moment, please.

Mr Carnegie, I've got this welfare
officer on the phone.

Hello? That's right, yes.

Look, I'm sure Dr Goodwin was acting in
the child's interest. Our doctors

wouldn't dream of doing anything else.

No, he certainly was not acting on
behalf of the hospital.

Look, all I can do is apologise and have
him call you as soon as he comes in.

Thanks very much. Bye -bye.

Next time a welfare officer calls about
anything to do with Dr Goodwin, let him

deal with it.

I was in a bad mood.

I don't know.

I think it quite suits him.

I know you did everything you could.

Have you asked for your... What?

You want the ball, of course.

No, and I wish you'd shut up about it.

It's that thing, Sophie. It hasn't
happened to me by now. It's not going

really. Well, perhaps it's nice.

Ah.

No, really.

It might be.

No, just wait for a sign of
encouragement from you.

Not all men are like that. They like to
be sure of a yes before they ask.

Talk of the devil.

Right, Mr Carnegie.

Good night, ladies.

Mr Carnegie.

Um...

Thelma and I were just off to the pub to
buy Frankie a farewell drink and I just

wondered if you'd like to join me.

That's really kind of you to ask, but
actually I'm a bit tied up this evening.

Sorry.

Oh, no, no, of course.

That's all right.

Enjoy your evening anyway.

Doctor Goodwin, a word, please.

Yes? Earlier today I had baby Charlie
Worthington's welfare officer on the

phone.

Catherine?

Catherine, please! Don't say a thing.

How could I be so stupid?

Good night, Al.

Night, Ben.

Oh, er, it's my last day today.

I'm back on the ambulances on Monday.

A few of us are going down to the pub to
celebrate, if you care to join us.

Erm...

Not tonight, thanks, Frankie.

Hey.

Congratulations, by the way.

Well, see you. It's really great news.

You ready? Yeah.

See what I mean?

Everybody knows now.

I'm sorry.

It's just been one of those days, hasn't
it? I can't believe you wanted to see

your notes. It was just the last straw.
Yeah, well, perhaps he was right.

Perhaps I should have sent Neil
directly.

Look, we've talked about this before.

You did what you thought was right.

You can't do more than that.

These things happen.

I know.

Goes with the job.

Oh, Lord, look.

It was only for a couple of hours. It
ended up in hospital.

I know, that was unfortunate.

Unfortunate? It was more than that. You
knew perfectly well those pills were

inadequate. They need help and guidance.

The victim has failed him all along. I
can't just stand by. Actually, yes, you

can. I won't have the hospital's
reputation ruined by any more of your

It's not your job. You're a doctor,
Jeff, not God Almighty.

Yes, and you're an administrator, not a
doctor.

I beg your pardon? You heard.

Stop meddling.

Gordon. Stop meddling in things you
don't understand.

You stick to your job and we'll stick to
ours. That way we may all get on a

whole lot better.

My job is the smooth running of this
hospital, and if that means stepping on

few toes, so be it.

Excuse me.

I think it's about time Mr Carnegie
realized he's not the only one who can

on toes.

If he wants a fight, he's going to get
one.