Survivors Casualty

-Have you run out of pills already?

-They were in my coat, it got stolen.

Best make an appointment with your GP.

You shouldn't really need them any more.

I did a lot of work on why I did what I did.

You slept with a 13-year-old student.

I'm saying it's not going to work out between you and me.

Where's this from?

I have to think about my family.

I'm going to give that drink a miss.

-What about...?

-It was a mistake.

Be more Cal. It's my new resolution.

Who fancies drinks tonight? We are getting on it like a bonnet.

Get away, Mark. Get as far away from Holby as you can.

PHONE BLEEPS

I don't know how you're not blushing.

What can I say? You're in my inappropriate thoughts.

I'd like to take them thoughts into the office, then.

Can't. My shift starts in ten minutes.

-And?

-And...

Yes!

You've got company.

And your company's got company.

Bad luck, Louise.

All right, Jez?

GCS 15, BP 120 over 80!

What's going on?

'Holby control to 3006.'

That'll be my cue.

3006, go ahead.

'Emergency call, RTC outside of 26 Birch Road.'

Shotgun.

'Injuries unknown at this stage. Early update appreciated.'

Wow, posh!

Yeah, good, isn't it?

I like my coffee like I like my women.

Outdoorsy.

First drink the coffee, then do the talking.

Morning, Dr Keogh, loving the brogues.

-"Loving the brogues"?!

-Robyn's on a mission.

I miss Lofty, he misses Lofty.

It's time to turn two negatives into a positive.

Ah, Ethan! The man, the legend...

..The Fonz.

I lost my glasses last night.

These are the only prescription ones I could find.

Must've been a good night.

I hear good things. Happy days, Rita.

Boom.

I can't put all the clocks back. Get here as soon as you can.

-Morning, Rita.

-Morning, boys. How are we doing out there?

-Fluey with a chance of chickenpox.

-Wouldn't have it any other way.

Chunky, darling, back so soon?

Jacob, just the man. OK, come and sit down.

Just to give you the heads up,

Chunks...

Yes, Staff Nurse Masters will be looking after you today.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, I think that's for you.

Never a dull moment. Hello, Holby City Emergency Department.

What...?

Come on, mate, it's an ambulance, not a yellow taxi.

HORN BLARES

Sister Freeman, do you have the off-duty rota for next week?

-I do. Do you want a copy?

-If you wouldn't mind.

Another one bites the dust.

What's that?

Connie and Jacob.

She's been avoiding him all week, now she's shift blocking.

I think you lot should get out more.

There's a big wide world outside those doors, apparently.

Yeah, so I hear.

Plenty more carp in the pond.

Dylan, you're a Capricorn, right?

I've not the first idea.

Well, it says here that you goats can help us bulls

work hard and achieve our goals.

Right.

It also says that Capricorns are sceptical.

Does it also say that stars are orbs of rock and gas

suspended in a tenuous plasma of space?

No, but it does say a friendship can offer surprising opportunities.

So watch this space, eh?

Right. This is Jane Eyre, 18.

Restrained driver involved in an RTC, car versus tree at 35mph.

Air bag deployed. She has got a deep wound to the forehead.

GCS 15. Pulse 78.

BP 120/80. Sats 98%.

And a BM of 6.

I thought there were two casualties.

Yes, the fire service are still cutting the passenger out.

The other crew were ECAs so I left Jez there to assist.

OK, nice and gently, everybody.

If we can get her over.

One, two, three.

There we go.

OK, darling, your boyfriend is going to be with you at any moment, OK?

Since you came round from being unconscious,

have you experienced any dizziness, nausea, double vision?

-No, nothing like that.

-OK.

FBC, U&Es, urinalysis and a group and save.

Can we do a routine HCG before X-ray? If you could PU.

Let's get ready to log roll so I can clear the C-spine.

-You OK, Jane?

-Can we get an ECG, please?

-He's going to be so cross with me.

-Or relieved you're in one piece.

I'm a terrible driver, but he can't get insurance.

All right, sweetheart. Try and stay calm for me.

My heart's beating really hard.

-Do you have any pain in your chest?

-No, but I feel really weird.

All right, darling, I think you're having a panic attack.

I need you to take some deep breaths for me.

It's all right, I've got you.

Just keep breathing, OK?

In...

..and out.

You can't be serious. Mate, you can't park there!

Help! Please, we need some help over here.

What's the problem?

I'm no expert, but I'm guessing the kedgeree or the Spanish omelette.

Ethan. Do you know the difference between you and I?

I make these look good.

I can't actually see you, so...

I do, so take my word for it.

No inappropriate touching. We did a course on this.

No, we didn't.

Maybe it was just me. How do you feel?

I feel super.

I'm fine, I'm just going to work through it.

No, no, no, no, no. This way with us, ladies.

Dodged a bullet there, mate.

You still feeling the teensiest bit queasy?

-Ethan? Are you free, mate?

-Yes.

Good. I've got eight more chunder bunnies outside.

Eight?!

So, dodged a bullet, missed, fell off the end of the building.

Come on.

Eight.

Thanks for seeing her first.

Our pleasure, isn't it, Dr Keogh?

Did you say you were the worst affected?

I hit that buffet hard.

You don't feel affected?

I wasn't hungry, so...

OK, it seems like simple gastroenteritis.

Let's start her on some fluids and antiemetics, please.

We'll need two stool specimens,

simple bloods, MC&S,

and dip her urine, please.

He's cute, sis. And a doctor!

So, when's the big day?

Next week.

-Not long to go, then.

-I honestly can't wait.

You're so obnoxious. Do you realise how stupid you sound?

Have I said something wrong here?

Where do you want me to start?

You are getting married though, right?

Been there, divorced that, got the stretch marks.

-So what are you celebrating?

-I'm going in for the chop.

Double mastectomy with a side order of silicone.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. We lost our mum and auntie to breast cancer

and there's no way I'm following in their footsteps.

I'm what they call a pre-vivor.

So you don't have cancer?

And no intention of getting it.

This procedure reduces my risk by 95%.

I like those odds.

When life gives you lemons a simple operation can give you melons.

SHE CHUCKLES

All right. Just let me know if there are any further delays, OK?

Thanks.

Anyone seen Big Mac?

-Not since the last time we saw him.

-Which was?

The time we saw him last?

Sorry, Rita, the traffic was terrible.

How do you think the rest of us got here? Private jet?

Mate, I really need you to get on with the restocking.

-Quick as you can, please.

-All right.

Ambulance control said he'd be here in five minutes tops.

-How do I look?

-Gorgeous.

We'll get the blood out of your hair and have you fixed up in no time.

You OK now?

Thought I was going to die for a minute.

Still anxious about seeing your boyfriend?

You can talk to me, you know. Pretend I am a hairdresser.

What's said in the salon stays in the salon.

Nothing to say.

We could start with a name.

Don't worry, you're over 18,

I'm not going to say anything to your parents. But Jane Eyre?

Seriously?

It's the first name I thought of.

No kidding.

It's just...

I moved out today.

-Planned to be clear of Holby when Mum found out.

-Oh.

Moving in with the boyfriend?

That was the plan.

-And your mum doesn't approve?

-Something like that.

Moving in with someone, you know, it's a big step.

-Not when you're soulmates.

-Ah!

Soulmates, eh?

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

We're like Cathy and Heathcliff.

You like your books, then.

I had a good teacher.

I'm just going to get...

What am I passionate about?

Cigarettes and alcohol?

Apart from that.

Oh. You took my advice.

-Doctor Feel-good?

-Because I make people...

No, no, I get it. Very good. Excellent, yes.

-Is it wrong that I want to correct their grammar?

-No.

-Hey, Mac. How are you feeling?

-OK, yeah.

I've been meaning to ask you, did you go to see your GP in the end?

No, didn't bother.

-So you're managing without the painkillers.

-It would seem so.

Good for you. Do more harm than good, if you ask me.

OK, what have we got?

Zoe, are you free?

I can be.

-It's an admin day. I'll be in my office.

-OK...

Hello. Straight through to resus, please.

Where's Rita?

Ready for your close-up?

I've taken a bit off the front, left it full at the back.

-It doesn't look so bad.

-No. We aim to please.

35-year-old, involved in an RTC, 40mph at approximately 9:15.

-BP 120/80, pulse 75...

-Mark? Are you all right, baby?

I'm fine. I'm OK.

-I asked them to take me to St James'.

-Why St James'?

I thought you'd left Holby.

Do you two know each other?

Just give us a minute, will you, Fiona?

I told them my name was Jane.

I'm sorry. I thought you knew.

What's going on? Why are you being so weird?

This is Rita.

Your ex? The one who trashed me in court?

Told the judge I made it all up?

-Fiona, please.

-You believe me now, yeah?

Mac, just the man!

Oh, you've...

Cal found an old pair, dropped them off.

-Makes you look like...

-Yep.

I actually had to stop wearing them when the books came out.

Can I get some help with the gastroenteritis patients, please?

Yes, yes. Give us a minute.

Great, OK.

There's eight of them, they're all very loud, and er...

..symptomatic. I could do with the moral support, to be honest.

Right, yes. Let's do it.

-What, now?

-Yes.

Great.

Right, Doc, what do you want from me?

Well, we'll need BMs from everyone

and a couple will need IVs as well, please.

The fire service had to pull the roof off

to clear the footwell, it was mad.

Hey, stranger, where are you rushing off to?

We're back to work.

Can't you introduce me to your friend first?

Not really. He's got to come with me.

That's all right. We're due a break. All work, no play...

Verity. But you can call me Very because I'm very, very nice.

Jez. And I am very, very pleased to meet you.

Oh!

Whoa! You OK?

Yeah, just...

I'd better just...

Thanks, mate. That was a close one.

Yeah, I wouldn't have thought she'd be your type.

I don't really have a type, mate, you know?

If I like you, I like you.

Yeah, me and all, but I've got a general catchment area.

Let me guess. Um...

..blondes.

Whatever. Blonde women, brunette women...

Yes, brother. Taste that rainbow!

The X-ray was fine and the ECG looks normal.

Everything is above board, you know. We waited until Fiona was 18.

My probation officer knows. Look, it's all legal.

It's really none of my business.

-Do you have a boyfriend, Rita?

-Fiona...

Just, um...

-..going to get a bit more glue.

-What? I feel bad for her.

I want her to be as happy as we are.

She looks sad.

-Rita?

-Yes.

-I'm across Mark's treatment.

So perhaps Jacob should take over there.

-No, really, there's no need.

-We've had Jane's results through.

Come on, why put yourself through this?

-Is there a problem?

-No, not at all.

Given your history with him...

I think it's safe to say we've all moved on.

Really. Are you sure?

Zoe! I can handle this, OK?

What've you got for me, Dr Chao?

Jane's beta hCG was positive.

She's pregnant?

-We need an ultrasound to check on the placenta and foetus.

-Of course.

This should help settle your stomach.

-Feeling better?

-Much. She's a life-saver.

Kind of comes with the territory.

I would consider it a temporary reprieve.

The diarrhoea and vomiting are likely to continue

for another couple of days at least.

Something to look forward to.

Speaking of which,

I will be all right for my little operation next week, won't I?

Verity's scheduled for a risk-reducing bilateral mastectomy.

Is she?

-We're calling it 'Double-D-Day'.

-Right. Very droll.

The stool cultures won't come back for another 48 hours,

so we won't know what we're dealing with until then.

So I shouldn't burn my bras just yet?

No. You can call your GP for the results.

I'll let the fire brigade know they can stand down.

Don't you ever stop?

Come on, sis, this is supposed to be a party.

Since when did major invasive surgery

become something to celebrate?

Since Angelina got her Golden Globes.

What is wrong with you?!

OK. Well, aim is key.

So think of the vomit bowl as the bull's-eye.

Once I've finished this dressing, then we're done here.

I just need a private word with Fiona.

We don't have any secrets.

-OK, well, if you're sure.

-Course I'm sure.

We did a routine pregnancy test and...it came back positive.

I thought you were on the pill.

I am.

You are happy, aren't you?

This is proof that we're meant to be together. To be a family.

Now everyone will see how right this is.

Yes, but she's 18 now.

It's still abuse.

-The grooming started when she was 13 and as his student...

-Lily...

It doesn't bother me, you know.

That's good. I was going to tell you.

You know me, I'm as liberal as they come.

Right.

So why's he flirting with women in front of me?

If he's gay, why doesn't he just say so?

That's what's on your mind?

Yeah. Why? What's up?

Do you want the long or the short answer?

-Make it quick.

-Forget it.

Excuse me!

Just keep this area clear, please!

Thought I might find you here.

Every party needs a pooper.

I know why you're upset.

Given your family history, you're at risk too.

Why waste time thinking about it?

I'm too busy living my life.

So do you think Verity's making a big mistake?

Why would a healthy person do what she's doing?

If your family had a history of cataracts,

-would you have your eyes removed just in case?

-SHE SPLUTTERS

You should really come inside and get that treated.

But I didn't touch the food.

No, but if it's a bacterial infection,

it might not just be the food that's contaminated.

Only I could get food poisoning on a diet.

MONITOR BEEPS

This must be weird for you.

I'm just doing my job.

This could've been you, if Mark and I hadn't met.

Can you still have kids, or are you too old?

Fiona, that's enough.

Sorry, Mr Richie.

He hates it when I call him that.

-Are you happy to take it from here?

-Yes, thank you.

What's the matter? Is something wrong?

This is an ectopic pregnancy.

What does that mean?

Ectopic means "in the wrong place".

The egg has implanted itself outside of the womb.

Can't you move it?

That's not possible.

I am afraid this is not going to be a successful pregnancy.

But I've seen stuff on TV.

Tiny babies are born all the time and they're OK.

Yes, but that isn't the case here. You'll need to have an operation.

I don't believe you.

Without the operation, your tube will rupture.

This is very serious.

You could die.

You're lying!

This pregnancy, Fiona, it can't survive.

You're just jealous that Mark chose me.

-You need to listen.

-No!

Our love is special. Our love is forever.

This baby proves it.

-There is no baby!

-Shut up, just shut up.

Fiona, please, you can't go anywhere, you need to...

Fiona, sweetheart, don't be silly! Get back into bed.

-I'm on it.

-Sweetheart, please.

-Aren't you going to go after her?

-No. I'm done.

No, you're not. You can't be!

Were you two together when you came here and begged me to take you back?

Poor kid.

I'm taking myself off the case.

-Rita.

-No, I will not compromise her care more than I already have.

Mac!

What are you doing here?

-Are you OK? You look awful.

-I said, why are you back here?

I'm looking for Nurse Masters.

All right, I'll find him for you. You'd better wait outside.

Did you use the others as a template?

The sister seemed to rally quite quickly, didn't she?

She's on fluids, paracetamol IV, antiemetics.

BP's been dropping, and she's becoming more tachy.

OK, let's get a blood gas then, please.

Do you want me to tell your sister that you're here?

No, please. I don't want to ruin her day.

I don't know what else to do. I've got other patients to get back to.

What's going on?

-Patient's locked herself in there.

-Fiona, you've got to come out.

Open the door! Who is in there?

It's an 18-year-old with an ectopic.

She's refusing to accept the situation.

Sweetheart, are you listening to me?

That's really going to help(!)

Well, someone's got to try and talk some sense into her.

I thought Rita was dealing with this.

She was, but that may have inflamed the situation.

Right, I'm going to get security.

Shortness of breath without cyanosis. Fasciculation.

Have you got a headache?

Headache...

If there was something in your system

then the fluids would just speed it up.

-Did you say you didn't eat anything at the party?

-That's right.

Thank you.

Metabolic acidosis, high lactose.

OK. Have you been near any industrial fires recently,

-or have you ingested any chemicals?

-No.

What are you thinking?

It sounds a lot like cyanide poisoning.

Cyanide?

That's crazy! You think someone tried to poison us?

No, no. Just you.

The others are showing symptoms consistent with food poisoning.

-So what happens now?

-I need confirmation.

I can't give you the antidote.

It would be very dangerous if it's not cyanide.

So, can you confirm that for me?

Me? I don't know. Isn't there a test or something?

-It takes too long.

-What do you mean "too long"?

It takes longer for the test results to come back

-than for the cyanide to kill you.

-Dylan!

Have you visited a recycling plant, or do you wear false nails?

No! I don't understand this.

OK. You need to think. We don't have all day.

You certainly don't.

-Oh!

-Sorry.

There's a patient in my office, I'm just trying to...

-Left?

-Right.

-Right.

Mercedes?

What can I do for you?

I wanted to say sorry for what happened.

I had no idea the drugs would be...

Look, look, never ruin an apology with an excuse.

Was that everything?

I need my stash back.

I promise the drugs will not go into circulation.

Oh, you will?

My boss thinks I sold them on the side.

-Pocketed the cash.

-So you set them straight!

Do you think I haven't done that? If I go back empty-handed...

You've got no choice. The drugs have been destroyed.

So what do I do now?

Be grateful I didn't go to the police.

Please.

I need your help.

I could refer you to our rehab team. Just say the word.

You know where I am if you change your mind.

I understand you're upset,

but Rita's right, surgery is the only option.

I don't want an abortion, OK?

It's not the same, believe me. This pregnancy won't survive.

The pain will only get worse, Fiona.

You're putting yourself and your future fertility at risk here.

Do you understand?

Why don't you come out and we can talk about this?

Where's Rita?

-She's with other patients.

-I want to talk to her.

You need this treatment as soon as possible, Fiona.

I'll only come out if I can talk to Rita, just the two of us.

Are you sure you don't smoke?

No, I would never.

You said you didn't eat anything at the party. How come?

That's a good question, actually.

I mean, the buffet sounded amazing.

What kind of diet are you on? Atkins, Dukan, detox?

It's a bit more complicated than that.

It's usually safer to bring your own.

When hunger attacks, pack a healthy snack in your handbag. Do you mind?

Good lord.

Brazil nuts, broccoli, pomegranate, blueberries...

OK, thanks, Yogi Bear.

These are all cancer-fighting foods.

I read about it all the time in my magazines.

Really? Which one is that? Hogwash Weekly?

What other supplements do you take?

Natural stuff. That can't have anything to do with it.

-You might be surprised. Have you got a list?

-A list?

Yeah, of your herbal bits and bobs, floral fixes.

I...I don't know. I eat vegan, macrobiotic, raw food.

Be more specific. Do you take any herbs?

Astragalus, bloodroot, butcher's-broom, cat's claw,

turmeric, echinacea...

Fiona wants to speak to you. She will only speak to you.

No, I'm sorry.

-She's refusing treatment, Rita.

-So let Mark deal with it.

She won't listen to me.

I told you I would deal with this.

-Look, I know it's a lot to ask.

-So don't.

I don't know what else to do. You wound her up, you made her run.

-So this is my fault?

-I didn't say that.

Please, Rita.

-Why does she want to talk to me?

-She won't say.

I'm sorry.

I'll be there as her nurse, nothing more.

Milk thistle, red clover, wormwood.

-Go on.

-I try and eat pulses.

Yes, be more specific.

Lentils, chickpeas, beans and nuts.

Sunflower seeds, pumpkin seeds, brazil nuts,

walnuts, apricot kernels...

OK, stop there. Apricot kernels contain 0.5mg of cyanide,

so you would have to eat a fair few.

I had a bagful a few hours ago.

Right, I think you've got fluid on your lungs.

-What does that mean?

-It confirms cyanide poisoning.

Can we draw up 40mg of furosemide, please?

-Her sats are dropping.

-Right, get her on her side.

Draw up 4mg of lorazepam. Can we get her to resus, please?

SHE KNOCKS

Fiona, it's Rita.

Are you in pain?

You do understand, don't you, about the baby?

I know this is hard...

..but it's important that we deal with this as soon as possible.

You must really love him to do this.

Why didn't you and Mark have children?

I'm not here to discuss that. Can I...?

Your heart rate is really high.

A family is forever.

It's important we move quickly on this.

You said I could talk to you.

Did you stop loving him because of me?

Because of what we did?

Does that really matter?

All right, OK, just...

If I stop loving him...

-everything changes, stops making sense.

-Shh.

Lorazepam going in.

OK, can we fast bleep the anaesthetist, please?

OK, wait. Wait. She's coming out of it.

Her breathing's improving. What now?

Time for phase two.

Can we get 300mg of dicobalt edetate, please?

I'm going to call ITU.

What if we're wrong? What if it's not cyanide poisoning?

No, no, a good diagnostician always remains optimistic.

Optimistic?

Right.

Optimistic with a decent backup plan.

Why did you want to talk to me, Fiona?

You know Mark.

I told you.

We're soulmates.

What does that mean?

He says that we're born for each other.

Destined to be together.

When we fell in love, we hurt a lot of people.

But we didn't have a choice.

And what if you stopped loving him?

I won't.

The baby was supposed to tie us together forever.

-I'd do anything to make this work.

-Why?

Because if we're not soulmates,

if I stop loving him...

..then they were right.

The judge, the papers, my mum.

About what?

That he was wrong.

Dirty.

That he took advantage of me.

Fiona, you are trying to protect yourself.

At the trial, when I stood up and I said you were lying, I believed it.

I had to in order to protect myself, and my marriage.

But now you know it's not true.

And I had to face up to that, no matter how much it hurt.

I want my mum.

Can I get some help in here, please?

All right. I've got you. Her pulse rate's really high.

All right, let's get a trolley, please, we need to get her to resus.

When will she wake up?

I can't say yet.

Her blood results are improving, though, so that's a good sign.

I didn't think.

You had no idea she was worried?

She was just always so dismissive, said she was "living her life".

Maybe she was intimidated.

Not everybody throws a boob voyage party.

Near the end, our mum's cancer spread to her liver.

She filled with fluid and turned bright yellow.

When I went to visit her, I screamed.

I actually screamed.

She was lying there dying and I was the one crying.

I promised myself two things when we lost her...

..that I would be there for my kids no matter what...

..and that I'd buck up, be the brave one.

Do you always feel brave?

Hardly ever.

Maybe it's time to tell Alexa that.

The fallopian tube's definitely ruptured.

Can we get two large bore cannula, please? Thank you.

She needs two units of O-neg and 1g of tranexamic acid.

Cross match eight.

I'd like FBCs, clotting and a rhesus status.

-How are we doing with Mr Thompson upstairs?

-Theatre's prepped.

Just the small matter of stabilising her.

-BP's crashing.

-She is in hypovolemic shock.

When the bloods come, let's push them through the level one infuser.

Let's get her head down.

Mac!

I've lost her pulse. She's in PEA. Have you got any respiratory effort?

-No.

-Let's bag and mask her, please.

Can we get the anaesthetist down here?

-I need to get to her chest.

-Start CPR.

MONITOR CUTS OUT

-What have you done?

-I'm sorry, I...

Mac, don't stand there. Hook her back up, now!

Just get out.

Mac, I said get out!

What's happening to her?

Her heart's stopped. It happens when people lose so much blood.

How could you let this happen? You were with her!

-You need to get back.

-I've got an output.

-Does that mean...?

-Mark, step back.

It means her heart's beating, but she's critically ill.

If we've got output, let's get her up to theatre straight away.

See that.

On a scale of one to Rihanna,

they are definitely Rihannas.

I'll take them both.

What's up, man?

You don't have to do this, you know, Jez.

Do what?

I know you're gay, so you can drop the act.

What?

Who told you I was gay?

I saw you this morning, didn't I? Kissing that bloke.

I tried to mention it earlier.

JEZ LAUGHS Come on, Jez. It's not funny.

Why couldn't you be straight with me?

I'm sorry.

I should have.

I just...

I just couldn't.

Why not?

Isn't it obvious?

Can't you see how I feel inside?

Heartbreaker.

Ha-ha, very funny.

Doh.

I wanted to apologise for what I said in resus.

Mate, it was a mistake and it could have happened to anyone.

No, you're right.

I'm not on my game today.

Do you want to go home?

No, no. Fine.

Just need got to get back in the swing, you know?

SHE SIGHS

You OK?

Is it that obvious?

Need a break?

Chance would be a fine thing.

Well, I could give you a hand.

-Does that need to go to the pharmacy?

-Yeah.

Thank you.

No worries.

Cheers.

It's not what it looks like. It's...

I need to get back to work.

Oh, come on.

It's OK, Mac.

We're friends,

aren't we?

I like to think so.

Let's help each other out.

You OK?

Bit of a rubbish day.

That's a masterpiece in understatement.

Fiona's doing well and her mum's on her way.

Well, I'm discharging Mark soon. I am just awaiting on his TTAs.

Oh, Big Mac's just gone to get them.

And then I never have to see him again.

I thought he had left Holby, Zoe.

I really needed that distance for my own peace of mind.

I get that. I get that.

You should give that lovely man of yours a call. Get some TLC, pronto.

Ha. Well,

I think he's more of a lager and kebab man

than he is tea and sympathy.

Well, at least you're not getting Doctor, Doctor jokes sent to you.

That bad, is it?

Worse.

Don't fake digit me. I know a fake digit when I see one.

I can feel it. Don't. That's real.

OK. I'm texting you.

I didn't mean for you to see that.

Oh, don't worry. You're off the hook.

As far as exes go, you've been pretty low-maintenance.

So, you going to call her?

I don't know. I think there was something a bit off about her.

-Might be the vomit breath.

-Maybe the vomit breath, yeah.

Hey, how are you feeling?

I've been better.

Verity knows about your diet.

That holistic stuff's all well and good,

but there's no proof.

I mean, no guarantee.

Let me make you an appointment with my doctor. She's the best.

I can't. Not yet.

I'm not like you.

Just so you know,

the whole being brave thing...

..is an act.

Since when?

Since I got my first bra.

Mum was already sick.

I used to lie on my stomach in bed

and just wish my boobs would disappear.

You never said anything.

You're my little sister.

I wanted to protect you.

It would've been good to have someone to talk to.

You could start now, you know?

I can't have cancer.

Not yet.

I want to meet someone,

get married, have kids.

Then have the operation.

It won't be the same.

It won't be my body.

I could come with you to your screenings, mammograms,

whatever you need.

You've got enough to deal with.

It's quid pro quo.

The three of us are really going to need your support.

Seriously?

It sounds like you're talking about your...

No, I meant me and the girls. Me and the twins.

You twerp.

Jez? You ready?

-Just going to jump in the shower.

-All right, mate.

Do you want to come in?

In your dreams.

Are you sure you don't want to come in?

Well, I do hate wasting water,

but, no, I think I'll round people up instead.

-Your loss.

-Yeah, see you later, lover boy.

Missing you.

This feels ominous.

Thank you.

I'm looking to broaden my horizons.

There are plenty of webinars and workshops you could do.

As tempting as that sounds,

I am thinking more permanent.

Outside Holby.

I need a clean break, Connie.

I'm sure you know what I mean.

There's nothing I can do to make you change your mind?

If we could just keep this between us, just for now.

Of course. Of course.

It's a real shame.

Thanks.

Dr Keogh, great teamwork today.

Er, yeah, you know.

Erm, I don't do group hugs.

Oh, you could buy me a drink instead, if you like.

There you go.

You know that's not what I meant.

-I'd keep it.

-Ready?

Yeah, I've just got to drop the keys off and I'm all yours.

I could take those for you.

Oh, thank you.

You're not coming?

-No, I'm double booked.

-Tell me more, tell me more.

# Like, does she have a car? #

-# Uh-huh! #

-Very funny.

Best get on.

So coy, isn't he?

Iain, you coming to the pub?

Yeah, course I am. Just give me a minute, though.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

You don't look Hope and Anchor ready.

I think I'm going to give it a miss tonight.

What's up? Tough day?

You could say that.

Come here.

Well, I'll be in the pub if you change your mind.

I'll see you in a bit.

Jacob, have you seen the forecast for later?

99% chance of beer!

-I'll see you over there, yeah?

-All right.

We need to stop meeting like this.

Thank you for helping out in resus today.

Keep calm and carry on, right?

Erm, right. Well, have a good night.

You too.

I was beginning to think you weren't going to come.

Well, I'm here now.

You know what?

You look really handsome tonight.

All right. Don't sound too surprised.

I can feel a bit of poetry coming on here.

Iain,

cute enough to stop your heart,

skilled enough to make it restart.

All right, Jez, pack it in. Now, you know I'm straight.

Hey, so's spaghetti...

until it gets hot.

Look, we should really get you out of these wet clothes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

JEZ LAUGHS

What's so funny?

I am joking. Relax. I am joking.

I am playing with you. Come on. I could never fancy you.

Right, so you're not gay?

I'm not 100% gay

and I'm not 100% straight.

It's more of a 50-50 thing.

Why didn't you just say that?

Did you feel the need to tell everybody at work

your sexual orientation?

-No, but...

-Me neither, cos it's really not a big deal, you know?

Look who I found outside.

Oh.

Silly Cone Valley.

Say what now?

Er, nothing.

I put my glasses on there last night for safe keeping.

Harry Potter and the Drunken Confession.

That's it! That's who you look like!

Yes, well, not for any longer.

Oculus Reparo!

Zzzzzzz!

Right, lads, pints all round. Robyn?

Actually, can you make mine a lemonade?

-What? Having a night off, are we?

-Er, yes.

So, come on, then.

What's wrong with this picture?

-Do I need to get to the gym more? Get my hair cut?

-Yes.

Yes, that'll definitely solve it.

Solve what?

I've clearly got it going on.

KNOCK ON DOOR

She said it's over.

Said we had to face the truth no matter how much it hurt.

Anyone could see she wasn't happy.

You couldn't stand seeing us together, could you?

I should never have trusted you.

You can't keep blaming me.

We are in love.

Oh, you don't love her, Mark.

You just don't want to face up to what you've done.

-You don't know what you're talking about.

-No?

Then educate me, Mr Richie.

-You're pathetic.

-Yeah, I was.

I believed every lie.

I defended you.

But the truth is, you groomed her.

You abused her.

You're a paedophile.

And you,

you're cold...

..empty,

heartless.

I pity the next bloke who falls for you.

This is the first and last time, Mercedes.

If you say so.

No, no, no. I mean it. I can't be part of this.

This'll square things up with my boss.

Get me back into business.

If you ever need anything...

..I'm here for you.

OK?

Rita.

You know, sometimes a lager and a kebab is all you need.

Thank you.