OK, here's a transcript of the first bit:
Dad: Have you found that insulin?
Male Dr: The paramedics's told us she was diabetic
Girl: Dad, don't fuss
Dad: It's called Bentillin B-E-N-T-I-L-L-I-N. She's allergic to all other synthetic kinds
Female Dr: That's unusual. Don't you carry it with you?
Dad: Always, which is why it's now at the bottom of the lake
Female Dr: So when's her next shot due?
Dad: About now
Female Dr: I'll see what we've got in pharmacy
Dad: Thank you. So how is she?
Male Dr: Her body temperature's a bit low, but a warm saline drip should do the trick.
Dad: That's just salt and water, right? Because we don't want...
Girl: Anything that's been tested on animals
And later....
Male Dr: Mr Sarson, I've checked, and we definitely don't stock Bentillin. Who's your normal supplier?
Girl: Jacob's Chemist in Penzance
Male Dr: Are you allergic to animal insulin?
Girl: No, but it comes from pigs and cows
Dad: She's serious. We both are
Brother-in-law: Ade, mate, can't you bend the rules just this once?
Dad: It's not about rules, this is about who we are, and what we believe
And later again....
Girl is breathing rapidly and downing cups of water.
Dad: What's happened to that insulin?
Male Dr: We're in the process of phoning round all the local pharmacies to see if anyone stocks it
Girl: I'm still thirsty
Dad: Can't you give her some more fluids?
Male Dr: Yes, but that will only stabilise her for a while. She's diabetic and she needs insulin. End of story.
Brother-in-law: How about it? Look, you and Mo almost drowned today. If this doesn't count as an emergency, what the hell does?
Dad shakes his head.
Brother-in-law: Well that's just great, Ade.
Outside the room:
Male Dr: So what do you think?
Consultant/Registrar?: I think you should phone our legal department and see what our position is
Later....
She's on oxygen. Throws up.
Later....
Consultant/Registrar bloke on phone: Yes, I know insulin's on its way. But what we're trying to ascertain is how long it will be before it gets here. Well call me back when you do know.
Male Dr: We're trying to see if we can get a court order. It's going to take some time.
Consultant/Registrar: I'm going to talk to the father, see if some old-fashioned bullying will do the trick.
Later.....
She's seemingly delusional now.
Girl: It's falling!
Brother-in-law: Mowita, there's nothing there.
Girl: I need to catch it!
Consultant/Registrar: Mr Sarson? Look, I really think this has gone on long enough, don't you?
Dad: Oh, I see. You can't find the drug she needs, so now it's our fault for inconveniencing you.
Consultant/Registrar: If we don't treat her now, she will go into a coma, whereas if we give her insulin, you and Mowita can spend the rest of your lives being as principled as you like.
Dad: You don't understand do you? Mowita wouldn't want a single animal to die so she could live.
Consultant/Registrar: She's 15 years old, I really doubt she's thought it through.
Dad: If we forget about the rights of animals..
She starts screaming. He runs out of the room to throw up.
Outside:
Brother-in-law: Why are you doing this?
Dad: Because it's right
Brother -in-law: Some things are more important than being right. Like not killing your own daughter.
Dad: Have you ever walked past a slaughterhouse when they're killing the pigs? Heard them screaming in terror? Cause animals can smell death you know.
Brother-in-law: Ade, who the hell cares?! I would gladly kill every pig on earth to save Mo's life. You're her dad, you must feel the same way too!
Dad: Well, I don't.
He gives the dad a properly poncy theatrical backhanded slap.
Later....
They're having a scrap outside the hospital.....
Later....
His brother-in-law is pinning him down to the floor.
Dad: Can you get off me?
Brother-in-law: Think about what you're doing, please.
Dad: I'm thinking, Phil. Believe me, I'm thinking.
Back in the room:
Another female Dr: Her BP's dropping and she's tachycardic
Male Dr: Right, how's she doing?
Female Dr: Not good, we've sent for the PICU team.
Male Dr: Bentillin's on it's way. It should be here in two hours.
Another Male Dr: She's having Kussmaul respirations, and she's going into DKA
Female Dr: This is crazy
Another Male Dr: I've had just about enough of this
Male Dr: There's nothing you can do except give her insulin
He grabs a syringe.
Female Dr: Kieron, maybe we should talk about this.
Male Dr: If we waste any more time, she could end up with brain damage. If anyone asks, I'll say you tried to stop me. This is my call.
He injects her with insulin.
Other Male Dr: You can't just do that man.
Male Dr: I know, but I bet you wish you had.
Later....
Male Dr: Her pressure's stabilising
Female Dr: BM's down, looks like it's working.
Male Dr: Now comes the tricky part.
Dad and Brother-in-law enter.
Brother-in-law: She's looking better
Dad: What happened?
Male Dr: I gave her insulin.
Dad: So the Bentillin turned up then?
Female Dr: Yep. Pretty lucky, huh?
Dad: So that's what you used?
Girl: Dad?
Dad: I'm sorry darling.
Girl: For what?
Brother in Law: Sorry, what's your name?
Male Dr: Dr Fletcher. Although after today, possibly just plain Kieron Fletcher.
Brother in law: I just want to say thanks.
Dad: And so would I
