Fractured Holby City

-Had to let you go.

-"Let me go." I was your daughter.

Been here so many times.

But we've never actually got to the end.

The bit where you tell me about my sister.

You didn't let her go.

Miss Naylor? Heard a lot of horror stories.

Yep. They're all true.

She's a genius though.

I meant to ask, how was Berlin?

You couldn't stab me in the front so you had to go the long way around.

Paranoia is not a good colour on you, Jac.

Are we not trying for a baby?

Trying for a baby. How desperate does that sound?

You pushed your sister down the stairs?!

It was an accident.

Oh, hello, Guy.

Long time no see.

Come on, you two, look lively.

That's it, nice clean floors she can see her face in.

If she had a soul.

OK, team, let's get ship-shape.

It's not worth the pain and torture if we're not.

Hey.

Hey. We're nearly all set.

Good.

Hi, Miss Naylor.

Hi, Jac. Hi.

Hi.

SHE SIGHS

Hi, Jac!

Morning, everyone.

Rachel, love that hairband.

My name's Rosie.

Hey, guys!

She's smiling. Why is she smiling?

Hey, how are you?

Flip a coin who's asking where she's been the past six weeks.

No, seriously, why's she smiling?

Arranged a hit on Selfie?

Nah, wouldn't have taken her that long.

Do you reckon she's on something?

OK.

SHE EXHALES

Thank you, boys.

Morning, all.

Morning!

Oh, Miss Campbell, HR called and they want

-to do a HOD meeting tomorrow.

-Oh, dear.

I'll be spending some quality time with my daughter at a spa...

on the Amalfi Coast. Shame.

Ooh, lovely Italy, eh.

Oh, and, um, sorry to heap loads of things on you before your holiday,

but the morbidity audit needs signing off and Evie's ready

-to be cleared for discharge.

-Well, that's good.

Right, well, if I'm going to get out of here on time, I better crack on.

Oh, and, um, Miss Campbell, um,

just to warn you, Fletch is being quite an involved parent.

I see.

Serena, Evie's waiting to be signed off for discharge.

See what I mean?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Welcome back.

So, where you been?

What you smiling at?

Managed to find Jeremy Hunt's off switch?

Just some R&R but I'm back now.

Fully charged, big plans for Darwin,

including a culture of honesty.

Have you told the rest of the team that you're pregnant yet?

I don't think you can pass that off as a pasta lunch any more.

Yay, culture of honesty.

Also, can you liaise with the Director of Nursing about

starting up one of those 360 feedback forums for the nurses?

Please.

Sorry. What?

A 360 feedback forum for the nurses.

The one I suggested and you said you'd rather burn yourself alive than read?

Oh, and wasn't there something about nurses not being able to,

"Write big words"?

Yes...that one.

But it was office banter.

OK, now you're freaking me out.

Seriously, start the forum.

I would really love to know what the nurses about the way I run

this department and ways in which I can instil a blame-free culture.

Yeah.

Ah, Mr Self.

I thought you'd been given leave to cancel your electives while

your mother is recuperating,

and I gather you haven't had the chance to see her at all over the past week?

Well, I trust our wonderful cardiothoracics team to handle

my mother's care.

Your mother's retirement home has felt the need to contact

me directly. Despite several attempts, they still have

no answers to your mother's new health needs.

I've been very busy.

By all means, remove my name as next of kin

if that helps oil the wheels.

Hi.

Jac. You're back.

Yes, raring to go.

I just want you to know that any professional disputes we've

had in the past, I've put them behind me.

I've moved on.

Well, I have a Head of Department debrief to get to

so I better crack on.

Obviously, it's up to you if you want to do the diet with me,

but I totally understand if you've had your fill of plans.

Nope, nope, I'm happy to.

If we're going to go down the IVF route then we should get healthy.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Thank you very much, sir.

Barney! It's Sacha.

I'll see you upstairs for your usual, all right?

Right you are, Mr Levy.

Forward.

Barney and Sparkle.

What a twosome. Made for each other.

BARNEY FALLS

No fracture, but maintain no weight bearing if the pain doesn't subside.

-Miss Campbell, some files for you.

-Oh, yes, good. Thank you.

Uh, Serena? Evie seems a bit upset and I think it's cos she thought

she'd probably be at home by now. So, is there anything I could be

-doing that would make this hurry up?

-Oh, Fletch, come on.

Between working, looking after your other children and being here

for Evie, when have you had the chance to get a proper sleep, hm?

Raf's got the children, hasn't he?

Morven's on the case and I'm here. Evie's in good hands.

Go and get some rest.

No, I can't leave her.

Fletch, look at me.

Look at me!

You trust me, don't you?

Yeah, of course I do.

We'll take good care of her. I promise.

Now, go.

Go on, go!

OK, Barney, I think there's nothing serious.

So, we're just going to check you over before we take you for

your blood transfusion. OK?

Um, has Sparkle ever done anything like this before?

Done what?

Led you into things?

Has she had her own eyesight tested recently?

Oh, her vision's 20/20. She's just a bit of a trickster.

You and your tricks, eh?

THEY LAUGH

Awww, she's gorgeous, isn't she?

She's gorgeous.

Well, Miss Naylor, you seem raring to go.

Would you like to tell me what you did with your extended leave?

Just a course thing.

I have a clinic to arrange, so, if we're done...

You and Mr Self...

Would it be naive of me to hope that, refreshed and renewed,

you and he will be able to share Darwin more amicably?

As difficult as it is to believe,

I...I don't have a vendetta against Guy Self.

Well, in that case, Mr Self's mother is a patient on Darwin.

It seems that the various consultants she's gone

through this week have exhausted all the apparent options to

improve her cardiac function.

Would you like to take on the case?

Sure.

Oh, eh...

Hello, darling, it's your mother.

I've just been trying to find a second to call you all morning.

I just wanted to make sure that you're OK to meet at the airport at five.

Just, I haven't heard anything from you so, if you could give

me a bell as soon as you get this. Thanks, love. OK, bye.

Miss Campbell, um, there's a bit of a problem with Evie.

You've recovered well from last week's events but your left

ventricular function is still concerning.

I'm 76. What did you expect?

Right, well, we could perhaps put in a balloon pump.

-That would help that...

-It's not a permanent solution, is it?

I've had a week of doctors prodding me and all saying the same thing.

Unless you've got something new to say,

do you think you could let me read my book in peace?

So, uh,

is Guy going to be your nurse before you go back to the retirement home?

I think I'd end up having an unexplained accident if Guy

was my nurse.

I didn't realise you had a difficult relationship.

Sorry, it's none of my business.

VALERIE CRIES OUT IN PAIN

Valerie?

Valerie?

MACHINES BEEP

You, get in here.

Uh, I'm...I'm Jasmine.

Rachel, call the crash team and tell Mr Self that his mother's in arrest.

What's the problem, Evie?

I've just had an operation. I don't want another procedure.

Right, but if we wait, the wound could get infected and then

we'd have to go back into theatre.

Or...you might get gangrene. Ugh!

-You really don't want that, do you?

-No.

No, so, can Morven do it now, please?

Good girl.

All right, then.

Uh, Miss Campbell.

I'm afraid it's infected already.

Ah, right, yes. Seems the delay's had an impact.

OK, well, we'll have to start on antibiotics then.

Sorry for being a pain.

What? Now, I thought you were meant to be a clever girl.

Why on Earth are you sorry for needing help, hm?

Do you know what? I think I'm going to take this case from now.

But aren't you up to your eyes?

-It's fine, honestly.

-OK.

Right, let's keep going. Charge to 150 again.

Charging to 200.

No, 150.

150.

-Charged.

-Clear.

And there's rhythm.

OK, let's get her into HDU. Continuous observation please.

I need to go and work on something.

Miss Naylor, would the Herzig not be an option?

Yes, thank you. Given the decline, I did actually think of that.

I've been following it since first year medical school.

I think it's the best cardiothoracic medical innovation in a decade.

Well, I really should get on and investigate whether it's

actually a viable option for this patient.

All done. Just read my patient history.

I spotted the potential for the Herzig when Ms Sturgeon arrived.

Obviously her age is a factor but in all non-CT respects,

she's as fit as a 60-year-old.

There is absolutely no reason why she won't make

a full recovery and have many years of good health.

Here are the results for the equivalent liver function

innovation case study test in patients over the age of 80.

Stop talking!

Sorry.

This is quite good.

You can go.

Is Sparkle OK? Maybe I should bring her out here with me.

Well, you're very welcome but she's, uh, she seems to be happy in the

staffroom, being fussed over by all the nurses.

Barney, how long have you had Sparkle now?

Six years this June.

From that first time she sat at my feet,

I knew we'd be best pals forever.

It's a magical feeling when you find that special someone.

You sound like you've been struck by Cupid's arrow.

Good for you, Doctor Copeland!

And good for all you gays and all!

Excellent.

Good. Right, um, Essie's going to set your transfusion up.

(A blind guide dog?)

Well, maybe a problem's developed since Sparkle's last check-up.

She's more use to Barney stuffed.

At least that way she'd make a great doorstop.

-Dominic!

-Too far!

Oh, please!

Sometimes couples need to admit defeat, for their own sakes.

I mean, no-one likes a messy break-up but you know it's true.

Oh, oh.

Valerie?

There we go.

You're in Holby City Hospital.

You had heart failure but Miss Naylor brought you round.

Am I dying?

Your condition is slightly more serious than we first thought,

but Miss Naylor's looking into some things that I'm sure she'll

discus with you.

Does Guy know?

I believe your son was informed you were in cardiac arrest but

he was very busy.

You're being a lot braver than my daughter was when she had her tonsils out.

Tell me, um,

what's this about you thinking you were being a pain, hm?

-Just...if I let Morven do the re-packing earlier...

-Mm?

..it wouldn't have caused all this fuss.

And why didn't you let her, really?

After what happened with your brother,

I suppose going back home must feel like a bit of a big step, hm?

A bit.

Did you want this to get just a little bit worse

so you could maybe stay in hospital a tad longer?

Right. How does that feel? Better?

-Yeah.

-Do you know what? I think you and I deserve a break from this

room. What do you say?

Mm. JAC TAPS HER PEN

No sign of calcification.

So, if we enter here,

we could reduce any additional strain on her pulmonary artery.

But if we enter here she will have a quicker recovery time.

A 76-year-old doesn't have a job to rush back to,

and don't ever take my pen.

What's all this about my mother being your guinea pig for the Herzig?

I assumed you'd seen her latest heart function tests.

I've seen the results, yes.

The fact that she's as good as dead isn't the point.

It is as far as your mother's concerned.

I've spoken with her. She's not ready to die.

And to reassure you, take a look at the research.

If I can convince the commissioners to fund this procedure,

then there's a good chance we can give your mother five,

maybe ten years of good health.

Sometimes it's just best to let nature take its course.

BOTH: It's our job to fight nature.

I bet you're loving this. Playing God with my family.

You're using my mother to punish me, aren't you?

Your mother is my patient and I have a duty to try and extend her life.

Regardless of how inconvenient her continued living appears to

be for you.

If he added a chapter called Mummy Issues,

his biography might have at least been entertaining.

Watch your mouth. He's your senior.

There you are. I've been waiting all week!

No sign of you or Zosia.

I thought you'd given up on me.

You are not the victim.

I don't know what sob story you've been spinning Jac Naylor, but you

will not manipulate me into spending any more of my life with you.

Do you understand? The mind games, they will not work any more.

You have no power over me.

I thought I was dying.

Good.

Do you expect me to feel pity for you because you're decrepit and alone?

You know, I hope you don't get this operation because you don't deserve it.

I'm sorry about what I did to you.

HE HUFFS

Thanks for this.

A week of hospital food, are you kidding? You deserve a treat.

Dad works so hard to keep us all fed.

I know he's got uncle Raf.

But he can barely keep his eyes open when he's off work.

The kids are too young to help...

so, I do it.

I know it's really selfish of me to complain.

It's not selfish at all.

I can't claim to have faced all the challenges that you have.

When I was your age, being caught smoking by the hockey teacher

was the closest I came to a personal crisis.

But I do remember what it felt like to be 12 and bursting at

the seams to get out of the house and have some fun.

I found having a goal and aiming towards it helped.

I think it might help you too.

Mum used to say,

"You've got to have a dream for your dream to come true."

You must miss her.

So...what's your dream?

A job to pay the bills so we can all stop living off jacket potatoes.

Evie, you're female.

The world is going to throw plenty of obstacles in your career

path so you have to leap over them and aim high.

Now, what would you really, really like to do?

I'd like to be a surgeon...

..like you.

Hmm.

Ooh, Barney, you've got some nasty bruising on your knees.

I must have knocked it when I took a tumble earlier.

Barney, are these tumbles a regular occurrence?

Please, Mr Levy, don't say 'owt.

She's my only pal in all the world.

Barney, I understand.

I'll just...

Yeah, yeah. I'll see you later, OK?

I think we're going to have to tell someone about Sparkle's blindness.

I know.

Maybe splitting them up would be the kindest thing to do.

Can we at least wait until Barney's got through his transfusion

today and then make the call?

I'm due in theatre. Who's going to look after her?

Well, I've got an admin afternoon so I can work from the staffroom.

Thank you.

Is that chocolate?

A kid dropped it outside Pulses.

And, you know, I forgot I had it.

It's fine. Have it.

I wasn't planning on eating it.

It's fine.

-Uh, Miss Naylor?

-Yes, Janine.

Erm, I've got that paper on geriatric risk assessment you were talking about.

No, you haven't. It's not being published till next week.

I did some digging and then called the lead researcher to

tell him I was a tiny bit confused about how his funding from

a soft drinks company wasn't a declared conflict of interest

in his 2012 diabetes paper.

Oh! Science to order kind of guy, is he? Hate those parasites.

BOTH: Should work in politics.

I just thought it might help.

-Have you ever pitched to the commissioners?

-No.

If you ever do, act like getting their funding is just a formality.

Don't be thrown if some non-medic pipes up with a concern.

The laypeople have to say something, cretinous as it always is,

to earn their free lunch.

Yeah, I heard most of the nominated experts haven't even worked

since the '70s.

You will have to have a proposal twice as good as

a man's to get their backing.

And today is even more important.

Putting a Herzig in a 76-year-old is unheard of,

but don't be emotionally led.

I'm never emotionally led when it comes to medicine.

I'm not a do-gooder, I just follow science.

You can observe.

Thank you.

And get out of the habit of saying, "Thank you."

You've earned this opportunity, Janine.

It's actually, uh, Jasmine.

I'm Jasmine Burrows.

Hi, sis.

Well, half-sis.

Miss Naylor, are you ready?

Mr Levy.

Mel!

I was plucking up the courage to come upstairs and find you

-and Essie.

-What's wrong?

Did I put my foot in it with you two?

You know in the meeting about Ivor? The blame game.

No, no, not at all.

No, we're fine.

I've got a few boxes need lifting.

You couldn't be my knight in shining armour again, could you?

But, of course.

So, to recap, Annie arrives with low BP and a pain in her side.

So, an internal bleed.

Yes, and her CT scan shows a perforated liver.

Where's the liver?

That's it.

And do you know what's remarkable about this particular organ?

Well, besides its ability to hang on in there in the face of my

enthusiasm for red wine.

It can regenerate itself.

Good.

When it's damaged, it doesn't become scar tissue like the other organs,

it grows new cells.

Well, I think you've earned the right to hold a proper scalpel.

Can't quite believe I'm going to do this but there we are.

Right.

Whip it out.

How does it feel?

Feels amazing.

Excellent. Very good, pop it in there.

Good!

Well... Well done, you.

-Serena?

-Yes, sweetheart?

I think having one less kid to look after would help Dad out.

Can I move in with you?

-Sorry.

-No, no, it's all right. But you know

you don't want to do that.

You belong with your dad.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT Ah, good.

OK, I've been trying to get hold of my daughter all day.

Right, let's get you back to your room. We can talk there.

Come on, hop off.

That's it, well done.

There is no reason not to try and extend the life of a

76-year-old patient, other than making an arbitrary decision not to.

That's not good science.

And what is the good science in the case of Mrs Sturgeon?

Mrs Sturgeon is healthy in all respects other than heart function.

Mm, that is a problem that would make her unlikely to survive

invasive, experimental surgery.

I wouldn't put her on the table if that was the case.

With all due respect, I think Professor Hope and I are

qualified to weigh up the risks of operating.

Furthermore, an advanced study from the Smyth institute...

-Miss Naylor?

-Bear with me, I have some statistics here.

Don't.

Well, don't worry, I think we've heard enough, Miss Naylor. Thank you.

Hfff.

What did you mean by that?

You said you were sorry.

Wha...what did you mean by that?

Tell me why you are apologising.

Everything you said last week was true.

Say it.

-Say it.

-I treated you badly.

Very badly.

Miss Naylor secured funding for the Herzig.

We're on.

Strange being back here.

I had a few sessions with the workplace counsellor...

about what happened.

I'm not usually into all that "tell me your feelings"

stuff but it helped.

I've got the number if you or Essie...

That's very kind of you, Mel, but we're fine.

100%.

And you have got each other to talk to about what happened now.

The truth is, Mel...

..I can't remember the last time

Essie and I talked properly about anything.

She's always been my best mate.

Shock can play havoc with people.

It's not just the shock.

We're trying for a baby.

Which is great, because I love kids. It's just...

Just what?

It just never stops.

We say it will, but it doesn't.

Feels relentless.

Bit of a whirlwind?

Yeah, yeah. Just a bit of a whirlwind.

I miss the way we used to be.

We never seem to have any fun any more, you know?

You've helped me so much, with the boxes, the operation.

Let me buy you lunch.

Well, that's very kind of you but I can't.

We're on a couples' diet.

I've got a superfood salad with my name on it upstairs.

It's fajita Tuesday in the canteen.

Fajita Tuesday?

Ah, finally, we got each other!

What do you mean you can't come?

Right, OK. No, no.

Don't worry, I'll go by myself.

SHE SIGHS

Mr Hanssen, I need to talk to you.

-Yes?

-I want that new F1 off my ward.

I can't work with her. She's not a good fit.

Send her somewhere else.

Her dean arranged the rotation. If you have a concern about her

suitability, raise it with them, please.

I'm the head of the department.

I thought you'd moved beyond this attitude, Miss Naylor.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Mel, Mel, Mel.

Tch-ssh ssh! It's a surprise.

-This isn't the canteen.

-Tch-tch!

What's going on, Mel?

OK, look.

I know I overstepped the mark last time we saw each other.

I just thought you guys could talk...

and...

eat.

Mel, look...

Enjoy.

Listen, I had absolutely no idea about this.

And she knows we're on a...

diet.

Smells amazing.

Yeah.

I didn't mean it to come out like that.

I got excited.

We're here to work.

Can we talk after work maybe?

I could cook us dinner or something.

I wouldn't have brought it up like that if I'd known it'd upset you.

I'm not upset. I'm about to operate on the mother of a colleague.

Just go and get the equipment.

We've got a lot in common.

I didn't have it easy with Mum either.

They wouldn't do this operation if it wasn't safe, would they?

Jac Naylor is a great surgeon.

So...

this could be it.

Mum...

..have you ever loved me?

Of course I loved you.

It would have been so much easier if I didn't.

I just don't understand how you can lock a child in

a cupboard and then say you loved them.

Your father had just died. I couldn't cope.

Since when have you not been able to cope?

You weren't an easy child.

Too clever by half. Everything was a battle.

I-I'm not using that as an excuse.

I want you to understand.

I thought, with your father gone, it was my duty to be hard on you.

I'd seen boys without their dads lose their way.

I wanted you to work and achieve something.

And look at you. You have.

What?

So my career makes what you did worthwhile?

No.

No, I...I didn't understand how much damage I was causing you.

I'd seen wicked boys raised by weak mums and I thought I was

saving you from that.

How could you possibly think that beating me,

scaring me half to death, was saving me?

Well, because that's how your grandma raised me.

A night or two in the cellar never did me any harm.

So...Grandma did the same to you?

Well, I was a very difficult child.

She didn't have any choice.

But I didn't want it to be like that between us.

And it wasn't, was it?

Not at the start. We had fun.

I just didn't know...

..how else to keep you a good boy.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I suppose it's too late to say that now, isn't it?

I just wish we could start over.

SHE GROANS

Mum? I need some help here.

Mum!

Stay with me now. Mum!

-HE HITS THE ALARM

-Hurry, please!

There are over 100 teaching hospitals in the UK.

-Why are you here?

-Why are you being like this?

Being pushed out of the same uterus doesn't give us a connection.

-So, I'll ask you again, why are you here?

-I'm your sister.

Are you not curious about me? I'm curious about you.

Don't you ever tell me how hard you had it with Paula.

Do you not think it's odd that Mum spent weeks here dying and I

didn't even get a phone call?

I didn't even know she was sick.

Unlike you, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.

I didn't give it a thought.

Jac.

Clotting results for Mrs Sturgeon you need to be aware of.

They're a little bit low.

Wow, is snatching part of the culture of happy clappy?

Right.

Her platelet count's way too low. Herzig's off.

Evie, I'm...

-Morven, have you seen Evie?

-No.

-Lou, have you seen Evie?

-No.

Her bags have gone.

Oh, right. OK, well could you both go and have a look for her, please?

I think I might have upset her.

Rested and recharged.

Ah, now, Fletch, we seem to have misplaced Evie for the moment,

but not to worry, she won't have gone far.

I thought you were looking after her?

You promised me.

Charge to 150.

MACHINES BEEP

Charged.

-Clear.

-Come on, come on.

Charge it to 200.

Nope. We've got a rhythm.

OK, tell Jac to get her to theatre and get the Herzig in.

I'm afraid the operation's off. Didn't Jac say?

What?!

MUSIC: Come and Get Your Love by Redbone

We haven't done that for a while.

Oh, my God, that was amazing.

I miss cheese so much.

We've been pretty...

..distant?

..with each other.

Whatever's thrown at us.

..Ivor...

babies...

We're a unit.

You know I love you?

Best mates?

Always.

KNOCK AT DOOR

DOOR OPENS

I cannot accept your decision not to give my mother the Herzig.

Borderline clotting results. This is a dealbreaker for you?

OK, well, you don't understand the procedure.

I understand medicine.

Then convince another heart surgeon to do the op.

Jac, you are the only heart surgeon who can perform the Herzig.

Yes, I am.

So, maybe I know what I'm talking about when I say that it's

unsuitable for her.

She is my mother. Stop playing games.

I've realised I need more time with her.

Yeah, well, you've had a lifetime to wheel her around the park,

-getting ice cream.

-We have some issues to iron out.

What would you have given for more time with your mum?

Let's not make this personal.

But it is personal, she is my mother. I know you can save her.

I know you're finding an excuse not to.

That's quite an accusation, Guy.

Look, these results are not a dealbreaker to you.

You're a risk taker. I know you, Jac.

-You don't know me.

-Yes, I do.

If you knew me, you wouldn't have sold me out to Berlin!

What did you think I was going to do, Guy?

Just roll over and take it?

Did you think that you could outsmart me?

Look, let's not get my mother caught up in this.

I thought we'd put that behind us.

-You said you'd moved on.

-You don't believe that any more than I do.

Can we at least try?

Where do you think Emma and I have been for the past month and a half?

On a retreat,

with the feeble minded, having to listen to some smoked out old git

telling me that I need to let go of you and your lies.

I really have tried to do that...

..but it's just not that simple.

OK, I admit it.

I gave Berlin your idea for the stent.

I'll go and tell Hanssen. Is...is that what you want?

Jac...

she's my mother.

And yet we hardly know each other.

I need more time.

She wants to be my mother. I know she does and...

..I need that.

Just need more time.

I'm begging you.

Then beg.

Beg for Mummy's life.

Please.

Please do this operation.

I didn't get a chance to make things right with my father.

Mum and I can help each other.

We just need more time.

I'm sorry...

for everything.

I'll perform the Herzig if you slither away from my ward,

like the greasy little weasel you are.

I want you gone for good.

It's not like you to hide out down here.

You been Naylored?

Yeah, a bit.

It's a rite of passage.

A sign of affection, they say.

How about I buy you a drink tonight? In Alby's.

Better get back up there, Ollie. Looks like the Herzig's back on.

You too, squirt.

Oh.

Ohhh, Sparkle.

Oh, she must be hungry. I feel guilty.

What's she going to do without Barney?

There you are.

It's Barney.

He's developed a rash and a pyrexia of 38.5.

It's got to be something to do with the blood.

-He's going to end up going into anaphylactic shock.

-Just leave me.

The bloods are labelled correctly, there's no mistakes.

There's a fresh bag of cross match and some samples just to be on the safe side.

OK? Now everything's going to be fine, Barney,

you're just suffering a reaction.

You're not listening to me.

Why are you saying that to me?

Because they're going to take Sparkle away from me, aren't they?

The problem is, it's a patient safety issue.

OK? And it's not fair on Sparkle to keep her working when she

needs to be seen by a vet.

So I simply have no choice.

Ah, it's all right, lad, I know you don't.

Evie?

She's a 12-year-old girl. Unpredictable is what they do.

I think I know my own daughter, thanks.

She's 12 going on 25. She's not just going to walk out of a hospital.

Maybe she's more of a child than you realise. Evie?

And what's that supposed to mean?

-Nothing.

-You know what,

I've been pulling my hair out all week over what happened.

I'm worrying whether Evie's coping, whether Mikey's coping.

My little one is barely sleeping through the night.

I can't ask Raf to do any more than he is.

So, if there is another problem that you want to add to my list,

then just get it off your chest.

There's no problem, really.

Miss Campbell? Your cab's arrived.

-Thank you.

-See ya.

No, I'm not leaving until I know Evie's safe.

Well, you haven't been much help to me so far.

Because you sent me home.

You told me you'd keep an eye on her and you clearly haven't given

her a second thought. So, please, go on your holiday.

OK, X-ray looking good.

Well, you should be awake in time for dinner.

OK, we're good to go under.

OK, let the theatre manager know.

Oliver? Um,

could I just spend a couple of minutes with my mum, please?

We'll be scrubbing in.

I don't want this operation. I'm scared.

There's nothing to be scared about.

If the worst happens...

..am I forgiven?

Ready, Mrs Self?

Yes.

You'll be fine.

You'll be fine.

We've made the charity aware of the care issues that

Sparkle's visual impairment is causing you both.

I know we're not an ideal pair in other people's eyes but we muddle along.

We love each other.

Hello, Barney.

They're not going to take Sparkle.

They're going to talk to you about retraining with a new dog,

and, as long as you're well enough to look after Sparkle,

then you can keep her too.

Sparkle, did you hear that?

We're staying together.

Deep down I knew it were a possibility,

but I just got into a panic. Thank you so much.

Pleasure.

Ooh.

SHE LAUGHS SOFTLY

You're amazing.

Ah, it was only a phone call.

No, no. You kept them together.

You are amazing.

-Can you put me down now?

-Yes, OK, sorry.

SHE LAUGHS

OK, Herzig is in place.

Thanks for letting me scrub in.

It's not personal.

You were the junior across the case.

OK, decanulating.

How's it looking?

ALARM SOUNDS

OK, suction, platelets, FFP.

What's happening?

She's not clotting.

Uh, can you just give me a second?

Evie, what are you doing out here?

We've all been looking for you. Dad's worried sick.

My boyfriend's going to pick me up.

On his space hopper?

His mountain bike, actually.

He's going to take me to my mate's.

Her mum will let me stay a few nights, I reckon.

Nope, you've got to go back in right now and get that infection treated.

I can't go back home any more.

I didn't mean to put you on the spot about me moving in.

I just thought we had a bond.

And we do.

Any girl that's going to be a surgeon is a friend of mine.

TAXI HONKS All right!

You've got to go. You'll miss your flight.

No, I'm not going on holiday. I'm going to get you treated.

You can't cancel your holiday.

No arguments. Come on.

Let's get you in.

All right.

More platelets.

Mean pressure is 30. She's lost too much.

-We don't have much reserve in her group.

-Get some O-neg then.

She's still bleeding from the surgical line.

Right, let's pack.

Shall we give her factor seven?

Yeah. Somebody, go now.

Where is my blood?!

Don't blame yourself. The clotting was always a risk.

Get out of my theatre.

-What have I done?

-GET OUT!

Jac...

And this boyfriend with the mountain bike...?

It's nothing serious.

Your choice or his?

-Mine.

-Good. Keep it that way.

Don't get serious with anyone until you can pay your own rent and

have your own independence. You don't want some snotty-nosed

boy thinking he can tell you how to run your life.

You won't tell Dad about him, will you?

I shall add it to the list of secrets I will not tell your father.

Look, you know, maybe you should be honest with him about feeling

like you have to help out all the time.

He'd be so upset.

Obviously I don't want to leave home.

I just want things to change.

All the more reason to tell him, don't you think?

Where is Dad anyway?

Usually I can't blow my nose without him being here.

He knows we're here. I must admit, it's not like him.

Um, sorry, Miss Campbell, um,

-Hanssen's PA says you're to go up once you're done.

-Right.

ALARM SOUNDS

-Charge to 20.

-20?

40.

Charging at 40.

Shocking.

No, nothing.

It's been 45 minutes.

Jac...

Let's keep going.

Eyes fixed and dilated.

Charge to 40.

Jac, she's gone.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Please, sit down.

I take it this is about Evie.

You promised me she'd be fine.

Yes, I admit, it was a failure of care on my part.

However, short of putting guards on her door...

This isn't about her going missing.

It's the fact that you couldn't even give me an explanation.

"She's a 12-year-old girl, that's what they do." No, they don't!

Um, Mr Hannsen, could Fletch and I have a minute privately please?

Yes, indeed.

I'll go polish my sousaphone.

Evie asked to move in with me.

I said no, of course, and it must have upset her.

I should never have made the complaint.

I knew that this was all my fault.

No, Fletch, it's nobody's fault.

She's a 12-year-old girl with no mum...

and now she doesn't want to live with the family that she's got.

Of course she does. She just wants things to change.

She sees how hard you work to keep the wolf from the door,

and when things go wrong, like they did with Mikey,

she blames herself.

The kids have been through so much.

I just want them to be happy.

And you're doing such a fantastic job. But...

..you can try to ensure that she doesn't feel too responsible.

Fletch...

..she's going to be fine.

Really.

When I saw you this morning, I had this naive idea we could...

Bond?

If being good at my job's all you want from me, then that's cool.

And it was presumptuous of me to be overfamiliar in theatre.

I really enjoyed working together earlier.

I think you did too.

It was Mum's.

She got it on a whim. She'd go through these phases of caring.

I looked at your photo so much I...

think I thought I knew you.

That's not creepy.

Look, can we just forget I told you about the sisters

thing and try find a way to work together as doctors?

No.

And if anyone finds out we're related...

you'll never work in medicine again.

Thank heavens you saved Barney and Sparkle.

You know, some couples are just meant to be together.

They certainly are.

Right, would you think I'm disgusting if I ordered

something with chips?

-Absolutely disgusting.

-Really, really disgusting. Really?

-Filthy.

-What if I smeared it with ketchup?

I'm in.

-Good.

-Yes.

Ketchup.

Hi, could I please get a large glass of white wine?

Thank you.

Hey.

Hi.

Look, don't let Naylor chucking you out of theatre bring you down.

She's really not a...

..a nurture and supportive kind of surgeon.

-Can I have another one please, mate? Cheers.

-Yeah, sure.

Can we just get really, really drunk?

Not that you don't look hot sober.

Uh, so, the prescription's on the back

and obviously, if there's any sign of reinfection, just bring her

straight back in.

I told Hanssen that I completely jumped the gun on that complaint.

-I'm so, so sorry.

-Oh, don't worry about it.

And, Evie, if you ever need me for girlie chats, you know,

like boys, biology or how to sneak into a nightclub,

you know where I am.

You, um, you haven't missed your holiday, have you?

A week in my back garden beats the Amalfi coast any day.

And Jason will be thrilled. He's really not very happy when

the carer has to stay over.

Look, Dad, I really can walk.

Nope. This is your ride and I am your chauffeur. All right, kiddo?

You're so cringe, Dad.

THEY LAUGH

Thanks, Serena.

Oh, you're welcome, darling. Hey, and when you're feeling better,

come back for some more surgery school.

I'm teaching your daughter how to wield a knife.

Listen, I better get on.

I'll see you soon, darling, all right?

Bye-bye, take care.

Mmm, well, what you've got to understand is that Jac...

..sh-she's not human.

THEY LAUGH

Oh, what is wrong with her?!

She's such a ridiculous person.

Never meet your heroes, eh?

Boop!

IN ROBOT VOICE: Naylorbot...

..compute, cannot compute feelings. Must destroy feelings.

Must destroy feelings. Must...

Yeah.

I shouldn't have attempted the procedure.

I knew it wasn't the right call.

I shouldn't have pushed you to do it.

You couldn't push me into anything.

I've cleared my desk.

I'll let Hanssen know that I'm going to move my unit elsewhere.

You don't have to go.

A deal's a deal.

I'm not letting you stay out of compassion.

This is not the way I'm going to get rid of you.

She didn't want the operation.

I was the one who pushed for it.

She was...

..so scared.

What was it with you two?

She abused me.

The scars on your back.

Some mothers should have been neutered.

Yes.

Yours made you damaged goods as well, didn't she?

She said she was sorry.

She's never said that before.

And if the op had gone well,

how long before she decided she couldn't be bothered with you again?

It's amazing what some people will say

when they're a bit scared and lonely.

You don't think she meant it?

Mothers like her never mean it.

Look, we're not going to stay here all night.

-Can I buy you a drink? We could at least try...

-No.

I will get rid of you.

And it will be painful.