A Life Less Lived Casualty

-This needs sorted. I'll do it.

-Has she stolen my case?

-Daylight robbery.

So if we can confirm how much blood we actually use,

we'd save ourselves a small fortune.

And go back to my place for a couple of hours.

Firstly, a couple of hours - don't flatter yourself.

There are no easy rides in Trauma, Dr Knight.

Lose the uniform, meet me at five.

Free NHS health check.

What does it say? "A single integrated check

"for all aged 40 to 74."

Got to hand it to the NHS.

For a creaky old dinosaur, she tracked me down

with ruthless efficiency.

I turned 40 at 7:55am this morning.

-How many a day?

-Hmm?

You know the drill. How many?

10, 15?

-Alcohol units?

-Oh, Susan, five, six.

Per week?

Per day.

So, what's the verdict?

How long have we known each other?

-(Too long.)

-Seven, eight years.

Official guidance is to discuss CVD risks without being alarmist.

Very sensible advice indeed.

Your blood-pressure's high, you drink too much, you smoke. A lot.

Your cholesterol is rising. Every key indicator is trending upwards.

Well, I like to be current.

Put it like this - if it could,

this computer would have sirens blaring, a red light flashing,

and large neon lights screaming, "Zoe Hanna, sort yourself out!"

Well, as long as you're not being alarmist(!)

HE SIGHS

SCHOOL BELL RINGS

CHILDREN CHAT AND GIGGLE

-Come on!

-Come on!

-HE WHISTLES

-Dad! You're back!

-Yeah!

-Where were you this time? Afghanistan?

-You know I can't tell you that, Seb.

Because it's a secret?

-A state secret. National security.

-Come on. Get in the car.

-Where are we going?

-We are going on an adventure.

-Yes!

-Watch your head. Keep the noise down.

-Sh!

-We're going on an adventure! We're going on an adventure!

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

Problem?

Yes. It would appear I'm winning.

He's left his queen wide open.

Cal never leaves his queen open. He's set a trap.

Or maybe you're just better than him?

Speaking of which, have you presented your

Cost Reductions In Blood Transfusion idea to Mrs Beauchamp, yet?

I haven't quite finished writing it up yet.

It's a proposal, Ethan. Not a thesis.

Well, I just want to be sure. It's like chess.

You can't be too cautious.

Maybe that's why your brother always wins.

ENGINE STARTS

It's a bit early, isn't it? Even for you.

That car was there last night when I left.

So?

So. Nothing...I suppose.

Thank you, Dr Knight.

You're very welcome, Connie. Sorry, Mrs Beauchamp.

What do you want?

Um...

I was just wondering, after our drink the other night...

What were you wondering?

Where we...I stand?

In the car park.

In my way.

It was a drink, Dr Knight.

Not a promise.

CAR LOCKS Glad we got that sorted.

Playing tonight? I've put The Lodgers down for open-mic night.

I don't know.

Come on. Adoring fans await.

I'm not really in the mood.

If I didn't know better, I'd say he's been dumped.

You need to be in a relationship to be dumped.

I don't know, he's been acting very oddly. Mysterious phone calls,

sudden disappearances...

Maybe he's seeing somebody on the sly.

Max is a lone wolf. Footloose and fancy-free.

I've seen black widow spiders

more ready for a long-term commitment than him.

Can you take Mr Hayden, Claire, through to triage, please.

-You're here.

-And so are a lot of patients.

We're a little short-staffed -

without a replacement for Fletch, and Charlie not being here.

I thought he was in today?

He was meant to be. Jet lag, apparently.

From a man who's barely taken a sick day in his life.

Yes, Dr Knight?

I was just wondering

if you've had any more thoughts about my cost-cutting proposal?

BOTH: "Cost Reductions In Blood Transfusions."

Yes, it has potential. But it's a little bit sketchy in places.

Perhaps your brother can give me something with more substance?

-You wanted blue sky thinking, right?

-Yeah.

Well, I'm the ideas man. Ethan's more of a...

-workhorse.

-Is that so?

-That is so.

-Right, I'll think about it.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Is Dr Hanna in yet?

No. But Dr Chao's ready and waiting.

No, it's all right. I'll, er, I'll wait.

You don't get to choose your doctor.

I said I'll wait.

That's you told!

So patients are picking favourites now?

We'll see what Zoe has to say about that.

Where is Dr Hanna?

Hey. Whoa!

Sorry, Jeff.

You're a bit jumpy today.

Yeah, I know.

You ever get the feeling you're being followed?

All the time. Especially since I started on the social networking.

I'm serious! Last couple of nights,

I've had this feeling someone's following me.

You know, watching me.

-Paranoid, huh?

-Just because you think

everyone's out to get you, it doesn't mean they're not.

-No, thanks. I think.

-You're welcome.

You all right? You two busy tonight?

Lofty's got a gig.

The Lodgers, yeah?

Might be just "Lodger". Max is playing hard to get.

Yeah, all right, I'm game. What about, um, Dave?

He'll be fine, once he knows I'm out with you lot.

-See you in a bit, yeah?

-See you.

On the other hand, it could be a case of the green-eyed monster.

What, "Don't Care Dave"? I don't think so! I don't know the geezer.

But he clearly knows you.

Tamzin and you have been getting very close recently.

One word out of place from her at home, and who knows?

I know, I know, I'm sorry I'm late.

It's not me you need to be worried about. Connie wants to see you.

Zoe. Molly Drover's waiting for you.

She's refusing to be seen by anyone else.

Well, they can't pick and choose.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Still, if your public needs you...

Send her straight through to cubicles.

GIGGLING

Listen, listen to me. I need you to be serious.

Look straight at the camera. No smiling,

-no pulling faces. All right?

-OK.

There's chocolate in it for you.

He's not allowed it at home. Graham says.

Graham isn't here, though, is he?

Look, it's for an ID.

A special ID.

-Special Forces? Like yours?

-Something like that.

Yes!

COINS JANGLE, WHIRRING

-Molly!

-Ah!

-You're looking great.

Aw, yeah, well, I'm clean. Couple of months now.

Oh? New programme?

Um, new bloke.

-Ooh!

-No need to look like that!

Hey, I used to be quite the catch back in the day.

SHE LAUGHS

Well, in another life.

I don't doubt it. Deep breath.

I did have another life, you know, once.

A proper one. Bloke, kid...

That kind of thing.

Kid...?

Yeah, a daughter.

Didn't I ever tell you that?

No. You never did. Was she taken from you?

-Let's run some tests on you. Yeah?

-Yeah.

Rita, could you arrange an ECG and some bloods,

including a D-dimer for Molly here?

Are you OK?

I would be if everybody stopped asking.

If you weren't so blatantly hung-over, people wouldn't be asking.

Molly? Will you give us a moment?

Yeah.

You...with me. Now.

-Where are we travelling to?

-It's a surprise.

Stormtroopers!

Seb! Come back! Seb, don't make a scene.

Seb!

Pow-pow! Pow-pow-pow! Pow-pow-pow!

Seb!

Seb!

Seb, come here!

-Seb, come here!

-Pow-pow-pow! Pow-pow!

Seb, stop!

SHE SCREAMS

Dad? Dad?

-It's OK, we're fine.

-Dad, look out!

-Dad?

-Dad?

-You OK, mate? I've got you.

-I knew you would.

-You're a hero.

-Blimey. You OK?

-I'm fine.

-Dad, your head.

-Don't move. I'm calling an ambulance.

-No, don't. I'll be fine. I just need a minute.

You need a hospital, mate.

This should make you feel a bit better.

I use to do this a lot in my wilder days.

Never had to do it, myself.

Well, let's hope you don't have to do it again.

If Tess or if Connie knew...

Listen, I know you didn't get the promotion.

And I can guess why. Don't let them get to you. Prove them wrong.

And the alcohol won't help.

Believe me.

It's not just the promotion, Zoe.

There you are! Um, Mrs Beauchamp's looking for you.

-OK, I will be through soon.

-You OK, Rita?

-Yep.

-She will be.

-And you didn't see this.

-I didn't see what?

I'm sorry about this morning - I had a GP appointment that overran.

Typical NHS! What's this?

-A written warning?

-Worse.

A holiday form?!

Pre-approved. Four weeks. Go. Wherever you want.

Do...whatever it is you do for fun.

This...this is what I do.

Zoe, you know what I'm trying to build here.

The best ED in the country, and in order to do that...

You need to get rid of me?

I need you to be at your best.

Which you clearly haven't been recently. For...whatever reason.

Look, just think of it as recharging your batteries.

My batteries are recharged, thank you very much.

I am not the enemy, Zoe.

Think about it, OK?

PK Perry Construction had an after-tax profit

of 175,000 on a turnover of £524,000.

While that pales in comparison to RIN Corporation,

we are profitable, with a demonstrable year-on-year growth.

We have a small but highly skilled team

who do remain as condition of sale,

with the exception of my father here,

who'll be enjoying the fruits of his retirement.

And myself, who will be enjoying the fruits of his retirement!

We're done here.

Almost. Just the matter of contracts.

No, no, no.

We're done here.

Excuse me.

-You're in rude health.

-This is very good news, Molly.

But I just...

I just don't feel right. Here.

That's probably some musculoskeletal pain down the chest wall.

A bit of ibuprofen and you will be fine.

I hate tablets - they do nothing for me.

Is there anyone we can call to collect you, Molly?

Maybe this new bloke?

No! I...I can look after myself.

OK, I'm going to leave you with Rita. Take care.

There are worse things than taking a holiday.

Good news travels fast!

Everyone needs a break.

This is not about needing a break.

It's about Connie getting her own way.

She can rule the department but she cannot...

-She cannot rule you!

-Thank you!

Happy birthday, by the way.

Thought I'd forgotten?

Tell anyone, and you die. Slowly.

I didn't know it was your birthday.

Do you make a habit of sneaking up on people?

No. Do you make a habit of sneaking OUT on people? Bit rude.

About that, Max, it was nothing personal...

Oh. Is this the part where you're all, "We need to talk"? Cos I'm busy.

No. This is the part where you avoid a difficult

conversation by being unnecessarily hostile.

Are you going to be OK, Molly?

I'm going to have to be, aren't I?

Rita? Have you got a mo?

Take a look at this.

-Dad?

-Go on. You take some.

Cement? So what?

That is concrete. That is Portland cement mixed with rock and water.

Is there a point to this?

We both know the technical side is not my strong suit.

The point is whoever mixed that

knows as much about the process as you do.

Those cowboys in there are cutting corners.

This whole site is an accident waiting to happen.

-You don't know that.

-I do know it!

-And so will the Health and Safety Executive soon.

-Hang on a minute.

If you report them, no-one's going to touch us. You'll lose everything.

Then we'll start again.

I can do this without you, you know?

-INDISTINCT SHOUTING

-Do what...?

-Sell. Mum left me her share of the company.

-We'll talk about this later.

-No, we'll talk about it now! You're not even listening!

-Dad!

-SHOUTING

Dad!

-Right, come on, then.

-Dad!

Come on, that's it.

Come across there. Come on, you're doing well.

-That's it, that's it.

-What you standing there for? Get a ladder!

Get back! Get back! It's going to go any moment!

There you go. I'll come down there with you. OK?

HE COUGHS

-Need a hand?

-No, no, no, you go down there.

-Dad.

-I'll be all right.

CREAKING AND CLUNKING

Come on!

-Hold on, Dad!

-Quick, get it up to him!

Dad, get on the ladder.

OK, I got it. Get on, come on, Dad!

-Hurry up!

-Get back, Chris, get back.

-CREAKING

-Chris!

CLATTER

You seem in a good mood for someone who's facing "mate" in four.

Mate in four, huh? You left the queen, didn't you?

I'm guessing... knight to d3 takes bishop?

Maybe.

Yeah.

-Oh, Mrs Beauchamp.

-Yes?

-I wanted to talk to you

about the cost-cutting initiative.

Ah. Dr Knight has told you about it.

-About what?

-His proposal. Cost Reductions In Blood Transfusions.

Dr Knight's proposal...?

Yes. It's exactly the kind of blue sky thinking I was looking for.

Blue sky thinking?

-That was the brief.

-As are the details.

Why don't you two work together to see you if you can flesh it out?

Is there a problem?

I am going to put it in your pocket. OK?

Wait. My kids.

Is there anyone I can call to be with them?

-Their mum?

-She's...

Look, it's just us. I don't want them to be scared.

-I'll take good care of them.

-Thanks.

Molly Drover.

Yeah, I've seen her - she's fine. I sent her home.

-Well, she's back again. Asking for you.

-What?!

-I'll see her shortly.

-No time like the present.

You all right, lads?

Ah! Tamz, would you say your Dave was a fiery type?

No. Dave wouldn't hurt a fly.

Unless, of course, he gets jealous.

Then he's like most guys, really - just a bit protective.

'Holby 3006. Emergency call to Windmill Road redevelopment site.

'Several injured. One serious.'

3006 to Control. Received. Over. We're on our way. Over.

-They've requested a trauma doctor.

-OK, that's with us, yeah?

-I'll call Mrs Beauchamp.

-No need. I'm your trauma doctor, Jeff.

-I'll grab my stuff.

-What about Molly? Zoe!

It looks like heavy bruising and scalp laceration. Easily fixed.

None of that will be confirmed until you've had a CT scan.

Is all this really necessary? I feel absolutely fine.

Hopefully have you out of here in about an hour.

So I thought we were supposed to be working together?

How did you do it? How did you steal my idea?

What idea?

Mrs Beauchamp never mentioned that you come to her with an idea.

I didn't get the chance. But I will do now, believe me.

But will she believe you?

Look, you're too late, bro. You've missed your chance.

You always do.

Oh, and...

in life, as in chess, there's one simple rule.

Always take the queen.

-All right, Jeff, what's the score?

-BP 80/60, pulse 110,

Sats 96%. He has some breathing difficulties, which was made worse

when they cleared him from the entrapment.

So I thought we might be looking at a pneumothorax.

-What's his name?

-Chris. His name's Chris.

I'm his father. Phillip Perry.

Hi, Chris. I'm Zoe. I'm a doctor. How are you feeling?

-Hurts.

-Yeah, I am sure it does.

He's tachycardic, his resps are up.

Reduced breath sounds to the right. It is a tension pneumothorax.

-Needle decompression, then?

-Yes, please.

Chris, we are going to try and help you breathe more easily, OK?

We are going to do something called a needle decompression.

Because you got some air trapped in your pleural space

so this will relieve the pressure.

OK, Chris, stay with us.

-Any good?

-It's in the right place but it's not decompressing.

I'm going to have to go in.

OK, he's got no output. He's stopped breathing and he's in PEA.

Come on, Chris, stay with us.

Let me guess - no fracture, no cerebral contusion, no neck injury.

Just heavy bruising and scalp laceration?

I'll let you give him the good news.

-Don't let him do this.

-He's right.

I'm waiting on the radiologist's report, but it looks clear to me.

I'm not talking about the CT. I'm talking

about your blood transfusion idea. He stole it, didn't he?

-You can't let him get away with it.

-He already has.

Mrs Beauchamp is not going to believe me now.

I thought you said there's nothing on the CT?

So what is this area of low attenuation?

Ah... I was only looking for haemorrhage.

That looks like something pre-existing.

-What are you doing?

-I'm going to make an incision in his chest to try

-and release the pressure.

-OK.

-Yeah.

Come on, Chris.

-Yeah, I've got it.

-Good. We've got a vague output.

He's making respiratory effort as well.

OK, let's get him on the oxygen.

-We'll put a binder on him before we go to the ED.

-Nice one.

-Nice one.

-APPLAUSE

Just doing my job.

-You all right, mate?

-Oh, I'm not a patient. I'm looking for one.

A man, late 30s, brown hair. Big cut on the top of his head.

He was involved in an accident in my shop.

He had a couple of kids with him. Boy and a girl.

I thought they might like these.

They kinda fell on their dad's head. In a crate.

Are you aware that your leg's bleeding?

Oh! Had a bit of a fight with a display stand. It's nothing.

Come with me. I'll check you out.

And we'll see if we can get your toys delivered.

You all right, kids?

Here you go.

-You OK, Seb? You look pale.

-When can we see Dad?

Don't worry, sweetheart, it won't be long.

-I want Mum.

-We're with Dad today.

I don't feel right, Ellie.

Sorry, is your mum alive?

Yeah. Why?

Must have got the wrong end of the stick.

SEB PANTS

Are you OK, Seb?

-OK.

-Can you help him?

He'll be all right. Let's put his legs up.

Stay on your side.

The CT scan shows you've suffered no long-lasting damage

-from the blow, but...

-But nothing. My job, over the years, has kept me from my kids.

It's kept us apart a lot. I've made them promises.

I can't let them down again.

Well, I can't force you to.

Dr Hardy? Mr Durante? Dr Ashford needs you in Resus. Now.

It's Sebastian.

He said he wasn't feeling very well. Developed respiratory problems

and collapsed. All in under 30 seconds.

Seb, mate? What's wrong?

-What's happened to him?!

-OK, Seb...

If you open your mouth, please?

He's got a wheeze.

And he's developing an urticaria.

Could be anaphylaxis. Is he allergic to anything?

Mr Durante, is your son allergic?

I-I don't know.

Give him 300 micrograms of adrenaline,

1/1000 IM, and I'll put a line in.

Has he ever been a patient here? Can I check his records?

He was born here. But...

-Dad...?

-It won't be under Durante. Use his mother's name. Millar.

-Sebastian Millar.

-It was the chocolate.

-It can't be.

-There were nuts in it. Mum doesn't let him eat nuts.

I didn't know. I didn't know.

OK, Seb, try and slow your breathing down.

This is Chris Perry, 42, he's got a chest trauma.

He had no air entry on the right.

He went into PEA arrest and I had to try a needle decompression,

which he didn't respond to, so I had to do a thoracostomy on site.

His sats are now improving to 97%.

His pulse is 90, resps around 26, his BP is 110/60.

-So I'm going to have to do a chest drain.

-No, that's it. Thank you, Dr Hanna.

-We'll take it from here.

-No, no. You're pulling me off this case.

You are covered in dirt and need to clean yourself up.

-Let us do our job.

-Unbelievable.

Oh, believe it. Get on with your job!

Where's Chris? Where's my son?

He's in Resus, Mr Perry. He's in good hands.

If you'd like to come with me, I'll take you to where he is.

PHONE RINGS

-Not now, Dad.

-You look...terrible.

So I've been told. By Her Majesty, no less.

Anyway, I'll have you know, I've been working very hard on this look.

That's better. You got a nice smile.

-The blood, sweat and attitude I can live without.

-Max. Don't.

-What?

-It was never going to work.

-What, this conversation?

-No. Us!

-I dunno. Seemed to be working pretty well the other night.

You're just so young! And I'm...

I swear, if you say "old", I am going to kill myself.

-OK, older. Wiser.

-Yeah, of course,

because sleeping with someone, sneaking out of their room,

then breaking up with them is what the truly old and wise do!

Hang on! Breaking up?!

It's not like we were in a relationship.

It was kind of a relationship.

No! It was fun. It was a laugh.

But that's all it was.

Oh, and this is funny why?

"It was fun. It was a laugh"?

I don't know what you think a relationship is,

but for someone so old and wise, you're not very good at reading between the lines.

So...

Ball's in your court.

How could he not know his son is allergic?

I know his work takes him away, but still.

I don't think it's just his work that keeps him from his kids.

He's not even next of kin?

Mr Perry, you should really be getting that ankle seen to

-by a doctor.

-I'm not going anywhere. Not while Chris is...

-Is he going to die?

-No. Not at all.

-It's all my fault.

-Did YOU drop that scaffolding on him?

It's my fault he was there. The business, you know?

He hates it.

He was never any good at it.

But I didn't know how to let go.

Of him?

Of the business. The job.

I didn't know how to walk away.

Mr Perry, your son is stable.

We've put in a chest drain, so that should help re-inflate the lung, OK?

-He's going to be all right?

-See for yourself.

He's weak but conscious.

-Don't you have patients to attend to?

-I'm getting there.

He's had quite a lot of morphine, so he might still be a bit groggy.

Chris, your father is here to see you.

-Oh, Chris, I'm so sorry.

-Yeah...

So am I.

-For what?

-For thinking you could stop being Mr Working Class Hero

just for just five minutes.

OK, this isn't doing you any good. That's enough.

No, no. It's OK.

It's not OK, Dad. It's not OK, but she's right.

That's enough.

HE COUGHS

Robyn, could you take Mr Perry to see Dr Chao?

Get his ankle seen to. While she's at it,

tell her I suggest full bloods and a chest X-ray.

I won't be needing that.

Hello, this is Dr Ethan Hardy calling from Holby A & E,

to inform you that your son, Sebastian, was admitted here today

after an allergic reaction.

Now, he is absolutely fine

and is currently in the care of his father. So...

GLASS BREAKS

Er, as I said, he's doing fine, but if are able to give me

a call back or come and visit us,

I can go through everything in a bit more detail. OK, thank you.

What's going on, Molly? Are you afraid to go home?

Is this new bloke... Is he knocking you about?

No! He's not like that. He's a good man.

You know, decent.

So why are you faking your symptoms?

Are you hoping to get into the pharmacy?

Is that it? Maybe score some cheap codeine or diazepam?

Cos it's not going to happen.

I don't do that. Not any more.

That's not who I am.

I want to believe you, but unless you tell me what's going on,

I can't help you.

I've been drinking for 29 years.

I mean, it's almost two-thirds of my life.

Proper drinking, that is.

You know, the drinking you do when you've decided on...

..a life less lived.

You've done the hard part, Molly. You're clean.

We're a hospital, not a group therapy session.

If you can't deal with your demons outside,

then papering over the cracks hiding in a hospital is not going to help.

You have got to deal with it.

Dr Hanna, you may want to see this.

Phillip Perry's chest X-ray.

It looks pretty advanced.

Why didn't he say anything?

He had other things on his mind. Where is he?

Just over here.

He was right here!

-Right, I will check Resus.

-I will check this way.

Tamzin! You got a moment? Your bloke's here.

-What bloke?

-YOUR bloke. Betrothed. Ball and chain.

"Don't Care" Dave?

That's the one. He can't wait to meet YOU.

-Me? What does he want to meet me for?

-He's dying to.

DYING to meet you.

Hmm. That is rather an unfortunate turn of phrase, Jeffrey.

Yeah, very unfortunate.

Rita, will you check Molly Drover's obs one last time?

I'm almost certain they'll come back clear. When they do, street her.

For good this time.

OK.

Chris. Have you seen your father?

I thought you were treating him?

We were, but he's gone.

He can't have got far on that ankle.

It's not his ankle that I'm worried about, it's his condition.

What condition?

Mesothelioma.

Eh?

Cancer.

Oh! Er, hello again.

-You know him?

-Yes, this gentleman was involved at the toy shop

this morning. The manager, right?

This is Dave - my fiance.

Dave, this is Big Mac. And this...

-is Jeff.

-Jeff! I've heard so much about you.

Oh, right! All good, I hope?

Thank you for looking out for my girl!

That's OK, it's all right, mate.

OK, I will leave you to it, then.

Blimey, Dave's just had me in a bear hug!

You think this is a brain tumour?

We don't know yet, but I do know that it needs to be investigated.

You think I can do this to my kids?

-I owe them more than that.

-Don't you actually owe them the truth?

This...

That's a prison-issue tattoo.

Funny thing for a doctor to know.

Which is why I have left a message for your ex-wife.

She'll be here as soon as she can.

Looks like you've got every detail covered, Doctor. Good.

Go on, then. Sign me up.

Good. Thank you.

Asbestos. In the lungs. That's just great.

Your precious job has done for you...

Just like it did for Mum. And tried to do for me.

-Chris...

-Is this some kind of sick joke, is it?

It's no joke.

I've got just a few months left. At most.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why wouldn't you tell me something like that?

I was scared.

Didn't know how you'd react.

Because you think I'm weak?

-No. Because

-I

-am. I wanted to leave you something.

A legacy.

I see I'm wrong now. Got to be your own man.

You've got to make your own decisions. Your own mistakes.

Robyn, would you take Mr Perry back to cubicles?

Dr Chao is expecting him.

Zoe? Your presence is required.

I've been told to bring you - kicking and screaming if I have to.

Lead on.

So, what is this about?

I am not quite sure.

I can hazard a guess. It's Connie putting me in my place,

just like she's done to everyone else.

-I don't think...

-I'll tell you what

-I

-think, Martin.

She's wanted this from the start. And worst of all -

and there's plenty, by the way -

she's done it with the help of one of my closest friends.

She's turned Tess into somebody I don't recognise any more.

-She's cold, she's distant, she's cruel.

-Zoe...

And as for the rest of the team,

she has turned them into a bunch

of cowardly, backstabbing, spineless yes-men.

TOOT!

Well, on behalf of the cowardly, backstabbing, spineless yes-men...

Happy birthday!

-THEY MURMUR: Happy birthday.

-Happy birthday, Zoe.

Whoa! How many bottles did YOU have last night?

Two?

I can see it in your eyes.

So, kindred spirit, eh?

Oh! No pun intended.

Whatever, Molly.

Dr Hanna's right, isn't she? There's nothing wrong with you, is there?

There's everything wrong with me.

I am who I am, after all.

Oh, Tess, what am I doing?

I don't know.

You embarrassed yourself. Humiliated me.

-I'm so sorry.

-Are you?

Why does Connie get under your skin so much?

You don't have anything to prove.

-And you do?

-I have a team to lead.

Compromises to make. Which you walked away from.

Management, fine.

But when did you stop caring for patients like Molly Drover?

When did you become THAT doctor?

Hang on, there's nothing wrong with her.

Medically, physically, she is fine.

If she was sick, I would treat her, Tess.

She's faking it, she's making it up' She thinks she had a kid.

She did.

Her daughter died in this hospital almost 30 years ago.

Ethan? What's this about an MRI for Mr Durante?

Yes, that's nothing you need to concern yourself about.

You're obviously making up the diagnosis

to get in Mrs Beauchamp's good books.

Which is better than stealing ideas to get in her pants, though.

Where are they? Where are my children?

Sebastian and Eloise - where are they?

-Are you Sarah Lou?

-Yeah.

-I'm Dr Hardy. Er, do you want to follow me?

-Are they OK?

-Yes, they're fine. They're just with their father.

That's the problem. He's abducted them.

He got out of jail yesterday, and today he snatched them

from their holiday club.

Er, we didn't know.

He's hardly going to tell you, is he?

No, it's OK. They're right here.

Seb? Ellie?

Louise, can you call Security, please.

Any sign? She's got to be around here somewhere.

Remind me why I'm doing this again?

Because Molly needs my help.

Her daughter died in this hospital 29 years ago today,

and she was in the hospital to stop herself from remembering,

-from drinking.

-Remind me why I'M doing this again?

Because I need you.

And you're about the only person who will help me.

Despite everything.

Do they teach you this in the Army, Dad?

Only in special circumstances. Get in the car.

Go on, get in the car.

Mr Durante, wait!

No! Give them back! My babies! Give them back!

Step away, Sarah.

-No! Don't take them from me!

-You took them from me!

Please! Don't do this!

YOU did this! A banning order while I was inside?!

What did you expect? YOU DID THIS. You!

-Want to know what I think?

-Not really.

I think maybe you should take a holiday.

If one more person suggests that...

But not on your own cos that would be boring.

Max, I can't. The place needs me.

Do you think? Or do you think you need this place?

What's that supposed to mean?

There's more to life than work, Zoe.

My work is saving lives. What's more important than that?

I don't know - having one?

Molly!

Ah! Dr Hanna. Want to party?

No. And neither do you.

Oh, yes, I do.

Molly, I know now - I didn't know before - about your daughter.

And I'm sorry. I understand.

No...

..you...don't.

I'm sorry, OK? I'll drop the order.

-Just, please, give them back.

-It's too late. It's gone too far.

It hasn't. This can end now.

I know how you must be feeling.

You know nothing! These are MY children.

-Mine.

-If you drive away, there is no turning back.

-I know, I know!

-Please! Don't! Don't hurt my babies!

These are my kids. My family.

-I'd never hurt them.

-You already have.

You didn't know something as basic as what Sebastian is allergic to.

And he should be in a hospital bed right now.

You're hurting them by taking them away from their mother.

Look, what's in your head,

it's affecting your senses.

You know that.

You certainly shouldn't be driving a car.

Nate? What's he talking about?

Dad? Are you sick?

You're not leaving us, are you?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't want to lose you.

You haven't. You won't. Ever.

Come on. Let's get that scan done, OK?

I can still see her.

When I close my eyes, you know?

I mean, you'd think after 29 years...

That's not going to make it better.

No, see, it makes it worse. See, that's the point.

But you've done so well, Molly. You've got hope.

Oh...

Don't you get it?

It's the hope...that hurts.

See, this has been my life for as long as I can remember.

-Why change it now?

-Because you've got something to live for.

No, I have to deal with it. Like she said.

This is who I am.

I can't change it now.

What do I know, Molly? I haven't got a life.

All I do is...

..is this.

I've been doing it for so long,

I don't know when it stopped being part of my life

and it became my life.

I suppose the question is...

..are we scared of life or...

..or of living it?

Dr Knight, I'd like to talk to you about the figures -

what exactly are the savings?

Er...

Loads and loads.

Loads. I am sure the chief executive will want something more...

precise than "loads".

I presume you have specific examples?

Of course. I mean, it's all in the proposal.

Is it, indeed? Mm-hm.

If you look at paragraph 12 on page 18.

Thank you, Dr Hardy, yes, I have read it.

But I seriously doubt whether your brother has.

Ethan's the numbers man.

And a workhorse - that's what you called him, wasn't it?

Just after you stole his idea.

I don't know what Ethan has been telling you but...

Dr Hardy said nothing. What I do care about is integrity.

And that is something you will have to learn

if you are to have a future in this department.

Thank you. You can go.

-I'm sorry.

-Hmm?

What about?

The way I've behaved - towards you, towards the staff.

-Everything.

-I am sorry, Zoe, am I missing something?

Are you having a bad day or what?

I'm having a great day.

I've got something for you.

Holiday form, thank you.

It's a bit more permanent than that.

Do you want a proper drink later - on me?

Sure.

We've got a game to finish.

No. I think we're done.

Almost.

Looks like you were right.

Mate in four.

Still, no hard feelings, eh?

It's all part of the game.

What are you doing?

I am walking away.

No more games.

We are...finished.

She's amazing, isn't she?

Yeah.

I couldn't believe it when she said yes.

Nah, I bet.

Is she happy?

Sorry?

Is Tamzin happy?

It was so simple before.

Now, every minute she's worrying about the wedding -

table plans, venues, music...

I need to know. Is she happy?

Yeah, yeah, mate.

She's happy.

-Here you go, Jeffery.

-Cheers.

Changed your mind, then?

Yeah, I thought people might come over for Zoe...

er, Dr Hanna's birthday drinks thing.

Don't you mean leaving drinks?

Haven't you heard? She's quit.

She's leaving tonight.

-We'll miss you, Zoe.

-Ah, thank you.

So, it's true? You're leaving.

It looks like it.

Leaving us in the lurch.

-Tess...

-It's OK. She's right.

I just feel like it's the right thing to do, Tess.

Good luck, Zoe.

-Look after Charlie for me.

-We will.

"Dear Connie, it will be obvious by now that I'm leaving.

"So I won't bang on about why too much.

"Suffice to say, a wise woman pointed out to me

"that a life less lived is no life at all.

' "It's the staff I want to talk about.

' "Just a piece of advice.

' "Look after them.

' "Tolerate their little spats...'

"Help them when they're at their most vulnerable.

"Protect them when they're in danger.

"Help them when they don't realise they need it.

"Praise them when they save lives

"Enable them to change.

"Or just make a difference.

"Because they are the greatest asset any leader could have,

' "and the greatest of friends.'

"I wish you the best of luck...

"really - you're going to need it.

"Regards, Zoe.

"PS. I've left you a little something in your drawer.

"Keep them under your desk and give your feet a break.

"Doing a double shift in heels is murder."

So...

You're running away.

-Good choice.

-I am not running away.

I'm running TOWARD something.

What?

Me.

-Did you just say that?

-I know!

See? What am I going to do now?

You'll live your life.

Other people will make you laugh.

Not like you.

Hmm, this is true.

Listen, um...

I want you to be happy.

So do I.

That's why I am doing this.

Can you understand that?

If I have to.

(Max...

(Thank you.)

Zoe.

I love you, you know.

I know. MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Dad?

Yeah, I've had a lovely birthday, thank you.

Yeah, I've got some time off. I'm going to come and visit you.

Hmm... For as long as you want me.

There you are! We're on. You playing or not?

You all right, mate? You've been quiet all day.

Is there anything I can help with?

Nah.

I'm good.

Come on.

Let's rock'n'roll.

Don't worry, mate, she'll be back.