Hearts and Flowers Casualty

He wants to take her away - the father - New York.

CHARLIE: What about Grace? Will it be good for her?

Listen, I'm Band 6, Robyn, and - like it or not -

when I'm here, I'm not your bumbling mate Lofty.

I'm Senior Staff Nurse Chiltern.

I cannot let her see Ethan.

He cannot find out like this, all right?

If Mac wasn't there fighting that maniac off...

I just want to do something for him, you know. Special.

Victoria?

-We're just going to wait for Ethan.

-Well, you got me.

Emily's not just a patient.

She's our mum.

-If you want to leave me, why don't you just say?!

-Calm down!

-Tell me!

-No!

-Whoa, oh!

Right, calm down, folks! Let's take it outside, please. Thank you.

Why would he ever dream of leaving you? Right, come on, out you go.

Most romantic night of the year, apparently(!)

WOMAN CONTINUES WAILING

Ethan!

It's nothing personal. I just don't do Valentine's Day.

I hear what you're saying I just don't understand why. I mean,

don't tell me the delectable Connie Beauchamp was ever a lonely heart.

I've had plenty of tokens in the past.

-I just throw them in the bin, that's all.

-Oh?

Well, it's just as well you feel that way,

-cos I don't do Valentine's Day either.

-Good.

(It's all about the night.)

MUSIC: Love Is A Losing Game by Amy Winehouse

# Why do I wish I never played?

# Oh, what a mess we made

# And now, the final frame

# Love is a losing game... #

Hey. Got you a coffee.

Great, yeah, because that'll fix everything.

You found out where he's staying?

No, no, no. That would involve him actually talking to me.

-Anyone want this?

-Dibs.

-Yeah.

-What?

-It's not cool that you're working a double shift

-on top of everything new that you have to do.

-I'm fine.

Lofty, you were up all night reading!

And don't say you weren't. I saw your bedroom light was on.

Robyn, look into my eyes.

Look into my bloodshot eyes. I'm fine.

So, Mr Masters, this, er, Valentine's night -

-should I expect something special?

-Oh, come on, girl!

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-I ALWAYS give you something special.

-THEY LAUGH

-Oh, it's Grace!

-Hi, sweetheart.

-Mum!

-What's wrong, darling?

-I don't know what to do.

-WOMAN YELPS

I'm here with Daddy's girlfriend. She can't get up.

She says her tummy hurts really badly.

All right, sweetheart.

What you need to do is put the phone down and dial 911.

But we're not in America. We're in a hotel in Holby.

-Which hotel?

-The Harlow. Room 819.

Robyn, can you call control?

Get them to send an ambulance to The Harlow Hotel, room 819?

Female, possible collapse, abdominal pains.

All right, sweetheart, the ambulance is on its way.

-LOUD GROANS

-Um, Mum, please hurry!

-She looks really bad!

-'All right, sweetheart, they're coming now.'

-I should go to the hotel.

-No, no, keep her on the line.

Let her hear your voice.

All right, darling, um... I need you to do something for me.

-Can you try and calm her down?

-OK.

Mum, I'm scared!

I know, sweetheart, it's fine, I'm here.

OK, mind your backs, please. Thank you.

Can you give us some room? Thanks a lot.

Right, do you want to stabilise her neck?

Just take your time, there's some glass there.

SHE CRIES OUT

-Hello there, my name's Iain. What's your name?

-Jill.

OK, Jill, do you want to tell me what's happened?

SHE PANTS

Do you live here? You taken a fall?

Roses.

-There were roses.

-OK.

Right, what I'm going to do, Jill,

is just check you for any injuries, OK?

-Are you in any pain at all?

-My head hurts a bit. And my side.

All right, I'm going to get you something for that, all right?

OK, let's get a collar on her, then I'll fetch the board, all right?

-I want Craig.

-Who's Craig?

My fiance. I thought they were from him.

The roses.

SIREN WAILS

My own daughter with a stranger in a hotel and I didn't know.

-I didn't even know she was in the country!

-It's all right.

-AMERICAN ACCENT:

-Connie, right? I've seen your picture.

-How are you feeling?

-Better, for whatever these guys gave me.

OK, let's get her to HDC, please, it's more private.

Hello, sweetheart, how you doing?

Just help Emma!

She's just scared, Con, OK?

This is Jill, aged 30. At approximately 6.15,

we found her lying on some grass,

possible fall from a two-storey balcony.

Haematoma to her forehead, complaining of pains

to her left side of her chest, where there's signs of bruising.

No signs of lower limb fractures.

OK, if everybody's got a bit, please. On three.

One, two, three.

OK.

On arrival, GCS 14, pulse 105,

BP 130/90, sats 98, I've given her 5 of morphine.

Thank you. Hi, Jill, I'm Dr Hardy. I'll take good care of you, OK?

I think she'll need at least a head CT.

Yeah, thank you, I've got this covered, Dr Knight.

OK.

So, you fell two floors? Can you tell me what happened?

II came home and he was in the flat.

Right. Who was that?

-Dion. My ex-husband.

-OK.

Did he attack you?

No, I... I jumped.

Please, I want Craig, can somebody call him?

-That's her fiance.

-OK, we'll make sure that we get him tracked down.

Thank you. I'm going to have a listen to your chest,

then we'll get you off this board, OK?

-What am I looking for?

-Keep going, it's in there.

LOUD SIGH

Ah! Big Mac's famous! My friend's famous, everybody!

LAUGHTER Mac, look at this!

Crime fighter!

-What's this?... Why...?

-Hey, you're welcome!

-You wouldn't sing your own praises, so I did it for you.

-Yeah, but...

But I'm not a hero! I do wish people would stop calling me that!

-Don't be so modest! You look dead butch in that picture.

-Do I?

I didn't know you were a paramedic.

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Sorry, excuse me.

-What's he up to?

-Don't ask me.

Yes, sir, can I help?

I'm looking for Jill Davison. She fell from a balcony.

-Excuse me?

-Yeah?

-Just wondering how much longer I'll be waiting.

Sorry, sir. We're really busy tonight.

Someone will be with you shortly.

Are you coming to the pub tonight with me and Lofty?

Well, not that that doesn't sound great...

SHE SNORTS ..but I've got a date tonight.

-Tell me it's not with Victoria!

-No. Her name's Zara. We met online.

We've got a lot in common, actually.

cos she's, you know, funny and clever and attractive and

she doesn't like her sister either. LAUGHTER

-Sorry.

-What you sorry for? She sounds perfect for you.

-Thanks.

Black coffee, please.

-Have you got a picture?

-Er, yeah, there you go.

-Er, are you kidding me?

-No. Why?

Doesn't she remind you of someone?

Who?

Seriously, who?

-Has anything like this happened before?

-I have IBS.

But this feels different. It hurts in my back, as well.

All right, let's have a gram of paracetamol IV.

I'd like bloods, FBCs, U&Es, glucose, amylase.

Group and save, please.

-What's wrong with me?

-It's probably just the IBS,

but I'd like to rule out anything else.

Grace, would you stand outside, please, darling?

-I need to speak to Emma.

-No, I want to stay with you.

-Please, Em?

-It's OK.

When was your last period?

Um, my cycle's always been all over the place.

But I don't think I'm pregnant. Sam and I are...careful.

OK, well, I'll do a pregnancy test, just in case.

Am I going to have a little brother or sister?

Oh, I don't think so, honey.

But you're going to be OK?

I'm going to be just fine.

Er, sorry, sir, you really shouldn't be back here.

-You've got her in a scanner?

-Right, sorry. Can I help?

I'm Craig, Jill's fiance.

Listen, she won't like it in there. She's highly claustrophobic.

Er, well, she seems to be doing fine at the moment.

Trust me, she'll be scared to death in that thing.

Can I talk to her? Just for a second?

Please, it'll calm her down.

OK.

This button here?

-'Sweetheart?'

-Craig?

-Is that really you?

-Yes, baby, it's me. I'm here.

Everything's going to be just fine. Don't panic.

OK, we need to finish up, please. Thank you.

Did she tell you what happened?

Yes, she said that her ex-husband broke into your flat.

Did anybody else see him?

I'm not sure, why?

Jill tends to overreact to things that aren't really there.

She suffers from paranoia.

She says that she jumped off a balcony to get away from him.

OK, is there any chance she might be pregnant? UTI?

The urine dip test was N-A-D and the HCG was negative.

-So, it could be ectopic?

-Mm-hm.

-OK.

-Shall we scan her?

-Great. That's what I was thinking. Thanks, Dylan.

-What's all that mean?

-Just that we need to run some more tests.

You, little lady...I can't believe how tall you've grown.

And you look fantastic in that outfit.

Em bought it for me.

Lovely.

And you still haven't told me what you're doing here in Holby.

Daddy's giving a talk.

There's a three-day medical conference.

The Cardiothoracics. Yeah, of course.

-Grace, have you told Daddy we're here?

-I forgot to call him.

Why don't you go and do that now, angel?

We wouldn't want him to worry.

Um, so, how long have you and Sam been together?

-Almost a year.

-Oh?

-We met through work.

-I'm an attorney at the hospital.

-Really?

SHE LAUGHS

You're exactly as Sam described you.

-And how's that?

-Smart. Fiery.

And just like your daughter.

Unfortunately, I can't return the compliment,

-because Sam has told me nothing about you, so...

-Oh, right.

I guess you two don't talk that much any more, and that must be hard.

Dylan, can I have a word?

Yes. If you must.

I think Lofty's taking on too much.

Right. What makes you say that?

He's under loads of pressure, he's knackered all the time.

He hasn't slept in days!

Well, I haven't slept since 1997. It hasn't done me any harm.

Yeah, but you don't care about anything else.

-Sorry, that didn't mean to come out like that.

-Sorry?

-Are you telling me Lofty doesn't care enough about his job?

-No!

-No, he loves it.

-Right. Well, what's the problem, then?

Yeah, a possible suicide attempt.

Right, how soon can you send someone?

Yes, as soon as possible, please.

-Valentine's. It's worse than Christmas, isn't it?

-Yeah.

-Hey, have you discharged Mr Hennessey?

-Hennessey, yeah.

You were busy so I signed off on him for you.

Well, don't, all right? Stay away from my patients!

Look, I know you're angry with him,

but you're going to have to talk to him sooner or later.

Your mother's ill.

My mother died two years ago, Charlie.

The uterus and tubes are good.

And no sign of an ectopic pregnancy, so...

But, er, generally, are you fit and well?

No history of hypertension or vascular disease in the family?

No. Well, I don't know, my mother maybe.

She died when I was little.

I don't know much about her side of the family, to be honest.

BP's 189/107.

Have you ever been told you have high blood pressure?

Well, you should have. Sorry, I need to examine you again.

-Are you a smoker?

-Off and on.

More when I'm stressed, which is usually

when the IBS flares up.

I can feel a pulsatile mass.

Sorry, can I just...?

All right, er, no signs of connective tissue disorder, but...

every sign of an abdominal aortic aneurysm.

-A triple-A?

-Mm-hm.

-What is that?

It's a condition someone of your age shouldn't have.

I suspect the artery in your abdomen is enlarged and possibly leaking.

-If I'm right, it's quite serious.

-But she's feeling better.

That's cos we're helping her, sweetheart.

We just need to find out what's making her sick, OK?

-Right, let's send her off for a CT aortogram.

-DOOR OPENS

-Thank you, but that won't be necessary.

-Dad!

Hello, darling.

Hello, Connie.

I was holding out a Valentine's gift and she slammed

-the front door on me.

-HE LAUGHS

-My hand went straight through the glass.

-Ooh, yeah!

You're right, that IS embarrassing.

What was the gift?

Ooh, very nice.

I just wanted to show her that I've changed, you know?

That I'm not the loser I used to be.

-HE SNORTS

-Maybe I still am.

Nah!

You want my advice? If you really have changed,

don't stop until she knows it.

And if she still rejects you...

get a refund.

Right, I'm going to send you up for a soft tissue film.

It's a kind of X-ray, just to exclude any more glass fragments, OK?

Hello, again.

-OK, now, you're just showing off.

-Mmm?

Er, no, they're not from my date tonight, they're from...Victoria.

You remember Victoria with the...?

Yeah, she left them on reception, along with a pretty terrifying poem.

What can I say? I guess I'm just impossible to get over.

I'm going to go and, er... There's a...

So, when exactly were you planning on telling me you were here?

The trip was a spur-of-the-moment thing.

-We were going to call you.

-Really?

-May I?

You've done an ultrasound. Good.

-Oh, I'm glad you approve(!)

-I didn't say that.

Don't worry, darling, we'll get you out of here,

-as soon as I can arrange a transfer.

-Excuse me?

Don't take it personally. Thank you all for your help,

but I'm not going to have my girlfriend treated on the NHS.

Oh, I'm sorry, I... I didn't know you were royalty.

-I'm sorry, who's this?

-Stop it.

-JACOB LAUGHS

This is Jacob Masters, the guy busting his gut for the NHS.

All right! All right, all right.

-Sam, Emma possibly has a leaking triple-A.

-She's 32, not 70, Connie.

I'm well aware of that, thank you, but she needs a CT aortogram.

Which she can get at a private hospital.

No, it's too risky to move her.

-She's clearly stable enough to go a few blocks, Connie.

-Oh?

What is this new skill of yours, you come in and give instant diagnosis?

You'd be surprised at what other skills I've developed.

Really?

Well, you are clearly used to giving orders now.

But she is my patient and I decide the course of action.

Sorry, decision's already made.

-Hun...

-Don't worry, Em, let me handle this.

-I'll just go and make that call.

-You do that.

For the record, I was happy to stay.

Good, because you're my patient, I'll continue your treatment.

-Let's get her to CT, please.

-All right, you're the boss.

Let's get her 50 of Tramadol, please, Charlie.

You're saying he was actually in the flat?

Because you know how your mind can play tricks on you, baby.

I came home and there were roses everywhere.

He was just waiting for me.

I ran, but he came after me.

-You really should report this to the police.

-Just...wait a minute.

-So you think Dion broke in and put the roses there?

-Yeah.

-It had to been him.

-Really?

-All I know is,

they were there and...and I knew you were working late, so...

I'm a fireman. Drew the short straw on Valentine's.

The flowers were from me.

You know my sister has a key. She did me a favour.

Miss Davison, if there is any doubt,

-I will happily call the police for you.

-No.

It's OK.

I do get things wrong sometimes.

OK.

-Zoe, have you seen Mr Bateman?

-Who?

-It's the hand guy that I was dealing with.

-Er, no, why?

-I've got his soft tissue film, but he's gone.

-Sorry.

-Did you discharge Mr Bateman?

-I don't know who that is?

He's my patient, Ethan.

Are you trying to get back at me?

Funnily enough, Cal, you're the last thing on my mind today.

HE TUTS

Right, we're all set...

-Where is everyone?

-They took Emma for some sort of scan.

-They what? They can't do that.

-Already did, Your Highness.

Connie, I've got a private ambulance on its way from The Pennicott Clinic.

Well, you can cancel that - she's not going anywhere.

Triple-A with extensive mural thrombus

and evidence of a small posterior rupture.

Yes, thank you, I can see that.

They're going to have to operate, darling.

Robyn, let's get a big line in, high-flow oxygen,

er, six of morphine, four of ondansetron,

and cross-match ten units, please.

-How soon can you get her into surgery?

-Soon as we can.

Jacob?

-I'm glad you put your ex in his place.

-Oh, he's not my ex.

More of a sperm donor, really.

Ho-ho! And you say you're not romantic, huh?

Well, he had good genes. OK, remarkably good genes.

Well, mine would've been better, but you can't have everything.

No, listen. I need to talk to you about Sam.

All right, he's with Emma, for as long as that lasts,

and, you know, Grace knows he and I will never be together,

-but...

-But you want to keep you and me under wraps?

-Mm-hm.

Just she's just got so much on her plate at the moment.

All right.

-I guess it's cool. We can hold it down for now.

-Good.

-Just so long as, er, we're still on for tonight?

-Yeah.

Well, don't let me interrupt.

Ahem... Jacob Masters meet Jac Naylor.

-Nice to meet you.

-What brings you down to the lowly depths of the ED?

Oh, you know - small hospital, big rumour.

I hear a certain someone's returned from the US,

-sporting a lot more than a tan.

-Yeah, Sam is here,

but it's under rather difficult circumstances,

so he might not want a reunion.

Well, I'm sure a quick hello wouldn't hurt.

I hear the new girlfriend's quite the catch. Don't you just hate that(?)

How long are you going to keep this up?

Hey!

Hey, I'm talking to you!

HE SIGHS

Look! I was going to tell you about Emily.

I... I just didn't think you were ready.

-Oh, what, so you were protecting me, is that it?

-Yes!

-It's about you, Cal, it's ALWAYS about you.

-Oh, not this again!

Maybe I just didn't want you wimping out on me, like you always do.

-THUD!

-Argh!

Stop this.

-LOUD SLAP

-Stop!

Ethan, stop!

-Stop!

-Oof!

-OK, hey, hey! ETHAN COUGHS

-What the hell's going on?!

-COUGHING CONTINUES

Where do you think you are?! Fighting like kids!

-Sorry.

-"Sorry"?!

Sorry? You give me one good reason why I shouldn't report this?!

Zoe, they're dealing with

a very difficult family problem at the moment.

They're going to sort it out, amicably. Isn't that right?

Ethan?!

-Cal? Isn't that right?!

-Yeah.

-COUGHING CONTINUES

You are lucky you've got Charlie on side, because this is unacceptable!

-Now, grow up and get back to work!

-TELEPHONE RINGS

All of you, back to work!

You were the one that told me to come clean.

-He had a right to know.

-Yeah, and look what happened!

HE SIGHS

Just stay out of it, Charlie.

The allegations were completely bogus. Turns out the patient

had a string of failed malpractice suits against other doctors.

But he did bring us together, so he wasn't all bad.

Aw, like a creepy Cupid.

SHE LAUGHS

Right, that's enough.

Hello? Anybody actually work here?

This is what I'm talking about.

Can't you see my girlfriend's in pain?

You just can't get the staff, these days, can you?

-CONNIE:

-Ahem...

Let's titrate the rest of the morphine, please.

I'd like to put in an arterial line.

Let's get her systolic down to 90 and keep it there.

What for? I thought she was going up to theatre?

-They're not quite ready for her just yet.

-What?

Sam, it's pretty rammed up there.

There's only one vascular surgeon on call.

-We'll get her up there as soon as we can.

-I don't believe this!

No, actually, I can.

This is exactly why I left the UK.

If this was in the US, Emma would be recovering on a sun lounger by now.

-That's enough. Outside, please.

-Yeah?

We are doing our very best for Emma,

so a little appreciation wouldn't go amiss.

Forgive me if I hold the applause until you do something!

Do you actually have anything constructive to contribute

-or is it just wisecracks?

-Maybe.

-Well, I'm all ears!

What if I called in some favours? Got an off-duty surgeon to come in?

You do that, I'll find the theatre space.

-What about a surgical team?

-Leave it to me.

-All right, you're on.

-Good.

Feels like old times, doesn't it?

Well, you don't need me hanging around.

Crowded enough already.

You and Sam make quite a team.

Well, he's certainly grown a pair since I last saw him.

So, he's all grown up and giving it large.

Are you sure it's not just Grace you want to keep us quiet for?

Jacob Masters, are you jealous?

Hell, no. I don't get jealous. I just don't like wasting my time.

Well, I told you there's nothing between us.

All right, sweet cheeks.

If you say so.

I've had a thorough look at your scans.

The good news - there's no significant damage to the head.

Um, there are fractures to the lower ribs,

but they'll heal naturally over time.

It does mean you'll be less mobile for a bit. So, if you work,

you may need to take some time off.

Not any more. I was a teacher, infant school.

But with Jill's issues, we thought it best she take a step back.

-Didn't we, hun?

-Mm-hm.

I-I would like to talk with Jill privately for a moment, if that's OK?

I'll stay, if Jill wants me to.

It's OK. Why don't you go get a coffee?

Thank you.

There is something else on the scans. Evidence of some old injuries

that have healed - on your wrists, collarbone.

Have you been in an accident?

OK.

There's also a fracture in the hyoid bone in your neck. Do you see there?

It's quite an unusual place to have an injury.

And it's sometimes an indication of strangulation.

SHE LAUGHS

My parents always said I made up nasty stories about people.

I thought I'd made this up, too.

Dion once said to me that the last thing I'd ever see

was his face staring back at me.

I came close.

A few times.

Jill...

I have to ask...

-Did you try and take your own life tonight?

-No.

He was there. I know it.

OK.

Then you need to report it.

Dr Hardy...

HER BREATHING QUICKENS

OK.

I'm just going to have a listen.

Yeah, her sats have dropped, breath sounds down on the left.

I think she's developing a pneumothorax.

Let's get her into Resus. She's going to need a drain.

All right, Jill, we'll soon have you feeling a lot more comfortable.

Mind your backs, please.

Right, here we go.

What's going on? What's happened?

Sorry, stay back, please. There's been a bit of a complication.

What complication? He said she was fine.

Er, Jill has a collapsed lung,

so we are inserting a small tube to re-inflate it.

-OK, can you cough for me, please?

-SHE COUGHS

Good job, well done.

Mr Bateman?

Hey, wait!

What is going on? I have just seen

a very dodgy-looking bloke giving Noel a brown paper envelope outside.

-Come on, spill it!

-All right, fine!

Fine, but you didn't hear it from me. He's planning a surprise for you.

-A big one.

-What for?

Why do you think?

Nice.

You're breathing is recovering well,

but we're going to monitor you overnight, just to be safe.

Craig, I want to make a statement to the police.

HE SIGHS

-I thought we talked about this.

-But you weren't listening.

-I think Dion's been stalking me.

-There's no evidence of that.

Well, apart from what Jill's seen.

You want me to be safe, don't you?

Of course I do.

I'll call them, OK? I'll do whatever you want.

Try and get some rest.

Yes, police, please.

No, it's not an emergency.

I'd like to report an intruder.

GROANING It's getting worse!

My stomach and back.

Right, let's get four more units of blood and two units of FFP, please.

-DOOR OPENS JACOB:

-Still busy upstairs.

We're going to give her some more blood,

so let's keep a close eye on her pressure.

If we over-transfuse, we could dissect the aneurysm.

Can you tell him to call me right away, please? He has my number.

Looks like I have fewer friends than I thought.

-How'd you get on?

-I've got a second unit on standby.

-Do you want to find out the timings for the surgeon?

-OK.

-OK.

Can't you do it?

I can't operate on my own girlfriend, darling.

Besides, I'm a heart surgeon.

I was talking about Mum.

Um...

I'm a heart surgeon, sweetheart, like Daddy. We can't do this.

-If I made a mistake...

-You won't make a mistake.

No, look, sweetheart, I know it's difficult to understand,

but I can't take the risk, OK?

Please, Mum, I never ask you for anything.

Sweetheart, we just have to wait...

-She can't wait any longer!

-Grace.

-You don't care that she's in pain!

-That's not true.

All you ever care about is your precious job. That's why

I didn't want you to know we were here.

It wasn't Dad's decision, or Emma's, it was mine.

-I didn't want to see you, because I hate you!

-Grace, that's enough.

I'm sorry.

Shh, shh, shh. SHE WHIMPERS

Would you mind turning over a bit more, please, Mr Khan?

This will only take a few minutes.

(We need to be quiet.

(Oh, you had me worried tonight, baby.

(When you fell, I thought...

(You weren't moving.)

I'm sorry.

(Shh.

(Why did you run from me?

(I just wanted to talk to you.)

I-I... You just surprised me.

(I just wanted to show you how much I've missed you.

(I hoped you felt the same.)

-I do. I think about you all the time.

-(Oh, I knew it.

(I should never have let you go.

(I know I made mistakes, but... we were good together, weren't we?

(I love you so much.)

I love you, too.

This is for you.

It's beautiful.

I have a car outside the front door.

If we leave now, we can be back home in the morning.

Would you like that, baby?

Yes.

But the doctors want me to stay tonight.

I have a chest drain.

We'll just take that with us.

No. We'll go tomorrow.

-You don't want to go.

-I do.

-This is because of HIM, isn't it?

-No.

Dion...what you and I have is special.

No-one else comes close.

SHE CRIES OUT Oh, no, no, no, no!

Shh, shh, shh.

Good girl.

Hello? ..Hello?

-TRAY RATTLES

-I'm so sorry, Mr Khan, um...

Let's mop this up.

Just two seconds.

Emma can't hold on much longer.

-Just give me a minute, please.

-What's happened?

It was Grace's choice not to see me.

I've lost her, Jacob.

That's not true.

It is.

-It is. I lost her a long time ago.

-Look at me.

When Grace was really scared in that hotel room tonight,

who did she call? Hm?

Not her dad, not anyone else, but she called you.

-Because you're her mother.

-No, she called me, because I'm a doctor!

And that is all she wants from me.

That's not true and you know it.

She called you, because, when the chips are down,

she trusts you to fix it.

But that's it, isn't it?

What if I can't?

SIREN WAILS

-Hey, Iain.

-Yeah?

-You brought, um, Jill Davison in tonight, right?

-The woman that fell off the balcony? Yeah, she all right?

-Er, yeah.

You didn't happen to see any blue glass at the scene?

-Yeah, I did, actually, yeah. There was some on the grass. Why?

-OK.

GROANING

Hello?

Hey, are you all right?

OK, can you tell me what happened?

I think it was Dion. Find Jill. Please.

OK, you just stay where you are.

Can I get some help in here, please?

-EMMA GROANS

-Emma, Emma. Shh, shh, shh!

-What's wrong with her?

-She won't let us give her the morphine.

She's in shock.

-JACOB:

-BP's dropping.

-Emma?

-She lost output!

-It's faint, but it's there.

For how long, Connie?

She needs surgery now, or she's going to die.

Oh, no.

Lofty, sorry. Have you seen Jill Davison?

She was here just now, talking to her boyfriend.

-No, she can't have been! He's been assaulted.

-Ethan.

The patient I was treating for hand lacerations. I think...

I think he was her ex-husband.

Guys, I'm missing a pair of scissors.

OK! OK, we need to find her.

OK.

-She's bleeding out.

-The aneurysm must've burst.

She's losing as much blood as we can put in.

Right, let's get her on level one and elevate her legs, please.

-She needs an emergency laparotomy.

-I will get her upstairs

-and drag someone out of theatre, if I need to.

-There's no time.

-Right, we'll do it here.

-Let me do it.

I'm her best chance.

OK. Right, can we get the anaesthetist down here now?

-I want the rest of the ten units, cross-match another six.

-Get me a sterile gown and size 8 gloves.

I'll tube her. Jacob, can you assist me with the RSI, please?

Let's get her prepped.

JILL GASPS AND PANTS

Dion, please.

We're nearly there.

-Wait! I can't do this.

-Yes, you can.

SHE PANTS AND SOBS

No... No, Dion!

-I'm not going with you.

-Just get in the car.

-No!

-Get in the car!

-SHE STABS HIM

-Agh!

Cal!

SHE GASPS Get off her.

Get off!

Agh!

Agh!

Are you all right?

Looks like you were right. You ARE still a loser.

Scalpel.

Ready?

Just give me some room, would you?

I'm sorry. I, er...

-What's wrong?

-I can't.

-You'll have to scrub in.

-No, Sam, I can't.

I need you to do it.

All right, er...

Get Jac Naylor down here to assist straightaway.

DOOR OPENS

-Have you seen Big Mac?

-No.

No? The man's gone missing.

It's insane! It's totally crazy out there.

-You all right there?

-Good, yeah. I actually like doing the off-duty.

Keeps the place running smoothly.

Yeah? Yeah, good, OK. Well, I won't disturb you.

Um, you... You're... You're happy enough, though, are you?

Robyn seems to think you're a bit under the cosh.

I'm good, I'm...loving it.

Good. OK, It's just, with all the extra responsibility and everything,

-I don't know.

-You've got to work hard to get somewhere, right?

Excellent! OK, good. Yeah, people don't give you enough credit, Lofty.

I always knew you could do it.

There's too much blood, I can't see anything.

-Right, er, suction.

-SQUEAKING

Systolic's dropped to 75.

Right, let's keep pushing the bloods, please.

-Needs hosing out here.

-SUCKING AND SQUEAKING

Right... I can't get above the aneurysm.

-Come on. If you can't, you're going to lose her, Connie.

-She'll do it.

Right, I've got it. cross-clamp, please.

Watch the renal arteries. Don't get them caught in the clamp.

-No, I'm below the renal vessels.

-Then don't catch the ureters.

Do you know what? I've got it! Can you just back off?!

OK. That should do that.

-BP's improving.

-OK. OK.

Um, sorry, can you...?

Thank you.

All right, there's still a lot of back bleeding

from the iliac vessels. More suction please, Jac.

Right, let's run two units of FFP and one of platelet stat, please.

And can you let me know how theatre's doing?

SUCTION CONTINUES

Now for the bottom end. Um, second cross-clamp.

The aneurysm is well above the aortic bifurcation.

If you get it right, a single clamp will hold.

I know, thank you, I've got it.

OK. That should do it.

Right, BP should stabilise now.

RELIEVED SIGHS

She's still got it.

DOOR OPENS

-They're ready for you now.

-OK, thank...

Thank you.

-JACOB:

-Well done.

Um, there's no damage to your neck.

And Craig only required a few stitches.

What about Dion?

He'll need minor surgery, but he's stable.

The police are with him now.

I'm sorry Craig got hurt, but... at least now he knows it was real.

Is that bad of me?

No.

I think you just needed to be heard.

I'm thinking of going back to teaching. I've missed it.

I'm just scared Craig will talk me out of it.

You know your own mind, Jill.

Maybe it's time you trusted it.

Thanks for everything you did in there tonight.

You're welcome.

-GENTLY:

-..Your Highness(!)

THEY LAUGH

How long have you and Connie been together?

Not long.

But it feels like the real deal.

Look, Connie wants to keep it quiet for now, for Grace's sake.

Well, she won't hear it from me.

-I'm pleased for you.

-Cheers.

HE LAUGHS TO HIMSELF

Hey, you look...lovely.

Thank you.

-Who's that?

-Hmm?

I have no idea who he is.

Oh, you mean the...? Yeah, right, that's my ex-wife.

Well, technically, she's still my wife, soon to be ex.

We're not together now, you understand. It's not...

It's not a big debate.

-See it yet?

-Yeah.

Shall we?

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Hi. Tom, this is Max. Max, Tom.

-Ah, Max!

Hi.

Zoe, Zara. Zara, Zoe.

-Hi.

-Hi.

So, are you ready to go, Zoe? Zara!

Agh!

I'm sorry I doubted you.

I'll make it up to you.

I'll wait on you hand and foot when we get home.

You do too much for me as it is.

That's why I've decided.

I'm going to go back to work.

What? Where did this come from?

I've been thinking about it for a while.

Jill, darling, you're injured, you need time to recover.

-When you're back on your feet, maybe we can talk about it...

-Maybe?

-MAYBE we can talk about it?

-Don't get upset.

You've had a traumatic night, so, please listen to me, OK?

You're not ready to take such a big step.

Or maybe YOU'RE not ready.

What?

Come on, let's not fight. Please, baby.

Don't call me that.

I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

I don't want to hurt you...

..but I can't marry you.

But why?

Jill...

I love you.

Haven't I always taken care of you?

Yes, you have. And I will always be grateful for that.

But...I can look after myself.

So, my advice would be...

..you call her, apologise...

and get her name right.

HE WINCES Sorry.

All done.

Oh! Why are you hiding in the dark like Gollum?! I nearly wet meself!

-Are you all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

-Well, you don't look it.

-Are you sure I...?

-Can you just leave me alone, please?

Suit yourself.

Mac...

You can talk to me, you know?

Can you turn the light out...please?

Just wanted to give you the good news. Emma's out of theatre.

-She's fine. She's on her way to ICU.

-OK, thank you.

When can we see her?

Er, when she wakes up, darling.

Your mummy saved her life tonight.

-You should be very proud of that.

-I am.

-Mum...

-Mmm?

..you were awesome.

Some night, huh?

You and me should team up. Fight crime.

I'll even agree to be the sidekick.

I am sorry.

Really, I am.

Look...

Let me buy you a beer or...something.

Why?

So, you can tell me that you'll change?

That you'll stop lying to me? Stop pushing me around?

Hey, you... you took a swing at me first.

Yeah!

Because it's been like that our whole lives

and I'm sick of it. I'm so tired of feeling like this.

Look, just...

Tell me how to make it right and I will.

You're not listening to me, Cal. I'm saying I'm done with you.

-Come on!

-No.

You are on your own.

I'm not your brother any more.