History Repeating Casualty

You didn't steal them, so who are you protecting?

There's a bigger story here.

Your little friend decided to have a witch hunt against Charlie.

That's why we're in this situation.

Did the police call back?

-I'd hate to think you were vulnerable.

-Will you walk me home?

Yeah, but I thought...

-It was Mark.

-She's your sister.

How long before he messes her up,

like he has with everybody else?

Is this about your wife?

Your wife was...

Ah, Louise! Handover notes.

I'm off.

So, you got any more plans with Iain?

I'd say so.

I'm pretty sure I left him wanting more last night.

Won't be long now, Sophie, OK?

My baby's sick.

Can you call Dr Keogh?

Of course.

Aww, she's got a temperature.

When did this start?

Isn't that your baby sister?

Hmm. My father's other offspring

are probably best left to the care of somebody else.

OK, I'm going to get someone to see you.

Nice pyjamas.

Evening, Lou.

Hi, team.

Is Charlie even the type to like a fuss?

Charlie went down sticking up for his team.

He's got his "welcome back to work" meeting on Monday

and we are making a fuss.

That is beautiful, Robyn.

Noel...

..take a deep breath, put the key in the lock

and clean out Mac's locker.

I feel like a grave robber.

Hey, team. Pizza to get us through the night shift.

I...

When are you due?

Eight weeks.

Not long.

It is your first?

-Do you mind just...?

-BABY CRIES

Just...

There. Thank you.

I'm so not ready to face Glen yet.

I can't believe I kissed him,

a grieving man too vulnerable to know better.

There's a word for women like me, I just don't know what it is.

That's one for Dictionary Corner, methinks.

Yeah, well, don't write to Countdown just yet.

We've the Mortality Cafe first thing. You can't avoid him.

I can try!

Mr Crump?

Rihanna - seven months, temperature.

Has a doctor not been to see you yet?

Yeah, twice, but I turned them down.

She needs to see Dylan. It's her big brother.

It's not really best for family members to treat family.

Dylan? Please.

She's really sick.

Could you just take a look at her?

Do you think you might be able to find Ethan

to have a look at the infant?

Rihanna needs her brother.

I have explained that it's not best practice to treat family.

Family?

We have similar DNA,

but so is my DNA similar to that of a banana.

Why don't you go and take a seat

and I'll get someone over in a sec, OK?

Louise, the pregnant lady with the sore arm, isn't she your patient?

I thought she was yours.

Pregnant women really aren't my comfort zone.

That thing I mentioned.

Yeah, I remember, but...

you can't avoid them forever, hon.

Soph, are you ready?

This place is for emergencies.

No, no, no. You're all right.

It's not even hurting any more.

Oh, welcome back, Charlie.

I didn't think you were starting till next week.

Well, no, actually, I'm not on duty.

I've just got a very important meeting that I have to prepare for.

Oh.

Well, if it helps, the nurses are giving me hell

over me blabbing my mouth off to Hanssen.

Well, my team tend to operate on trust.

OK, head forward then, please.

Her raised temperature and cough would suggest a chest infection,

but we'll investigate.

Has Rihanna been around any smoke at all?

My partner's got COPD, so he quit.

Right.

The laws of gravity apply to blood as well.

Can you keep the pressure on for me, yeah?

Hello.

Jacob, I do understand why the nurses think I crossed a trust line.

I warned you, you were on your own.

Now you're going to have to earn their trust back yourself.

OK! Who've you got for me now?

A diabetic foot ulcer.

Right.

Are you not happy with your triage?

Mm.

You better give this back to the pregnant lady.

Soph Kelly?

Her arm felt better, so she left.

We keep the notes updated for a reason, Dr Gardner.

She left just without being seen?

Are you accusing Robyn of poor duty of care or something?

No.

No, of course not.

Here.

I'll be back.

You don't like hospitals, do you?

Hey.

You forgot your page-turner.

Oh. How could I?

The nurses mentioned that you left.

Yeah, my arm felt better.

It doesn't look like the bus is coming any time soon, so...

why don't you just let me check that arm for you?

No harm in just checking.

OK, the IV access is so that we can run blood tests

and give IV medication if we need to.

Sorry, the baby-sized lines can be a little fiddly.

Well, a nice song will help, won't it, Rihanna?

# We found love in a hopeless place

# We found love in a hopeless place... #

OK, I'm going to try the other side.

-Can you chase up the RSV results, please?

-OK.

She's boiling hot.

-What's wrong with her?

-Don't worry.

The paediatric paracetamol will bring her temperature down.

Her ears and the back of her throat are a little red and inflamed.

I just need to get a line in, in case it's a bacterial infection -

and, if so, we will need to take a blood culture as well.

Can you discharge my nasal fracture please, Ethan?

Uh, OK.

BABY CRIES

Your baby sister will love you for this.

Got sats at 90%, heart rate at 160.

Can we get her some oxygen and get her to the HDC then, please?

BABY CRIES

Pint and then bed for me tonight.

I thought you ended it with Rita.

Kind of.

I think she's got the wrong idea.

I might have...

I might have accidentally had goodbye sex with her last night.

Hey, don't start messing her about again.

Oi! Cover for me.

Oh!

HE GROANS

Going somewhere?

Poor little mite.

Her poor mum.

100ml bolus given.

Heart rate's stabilising.

So, do we know what caused it?

Well, have a guess, Hazel.

What do you think would cause a baby

to have the respiration of a middle-aged smoker?

-Here's a clue, your baby smells like an ashtray.

-Dr Keogh.

You come in here wringing your hands about, "My poor baby."

If you really cared, you'd stop wringing your hands,

you'd answer my question.

He only ever smokes outside.

He couldn't live with himself if thought he'd hurt her.

It looks like she's getting better, so it's all right now anyway.

'Leave a message for Brian after the beep

'and, for Pete's sake, make it short.'

Hello, Brian. Your daughter is in Holby City ED.

You really should get down here as soon as you can.

Hmm.

So, Soph, you still have two arms.

Was there anything else?

Swollen ankles, dangerous cravings...

I saw you had a C-section scar.

They had to do a C-section at seven months.

He was already gone.

I'm sorry.

It was in Warsaw.

My husband's in haulage,

he had a contract out there for a couple of years.

And what stage are you now?

Seven months.

It didn't feel right doing the C-section.

You can't do that to a baby that's not ready to be born,

but Liam can be a bit of a bulldozer

when he thinks he knows best, so...

Did the doctors mention clotting or blood clots?

I know you came to see us about a sore arm but...

is there anything else worrying you?

I can't feel him moving around as much.

It hurts a bit when I breathe in.

OK, well, we are going to look into that right now.

I'll be back in one minute.

Yes, this is Dr Gardner from ED.

I need someone to bring a CTG machine down right now.

Much appreciated. Thanks.

-PHONE RINGS

-Baby's fine.

Maternity unit, midwife speaking.

ED?

Yes, I think I can remember the way.

The crown jewels have lost some of their sparkle.

Would you like me to go to the canteen, Iain?

I'm sure they're doing some plum crumble!

You want some plum crumble, do you, Noel?

I tell you what, I'm not having Dylan rifle through my pants.

Oh, don't worry. I'm going to take the bullet for that.

It'll give us a chance to chat.

I wouldn't have let her go if I knew it was serious.

She wasn't up front with her symptoms.

You couldn't have known.

No, but you knew.

I've been heavily pregnant too,

so I know that unless it's falling off,

wild horses would not make that woman get out of her bed

and come and sit in A&E with a sore arm.

Still doing off-duty homework?

Yeah, I've got a post-suspension meeting

with the Director of Nursing...

so...

I thought a little homework might be wise.

Listen...

..thanks for not putting the boot in.

It's just, Robyn's the sort who would lose a lot of sleep

if she thought she missed something.

PERSISTENT BEEPING

You're needed.

-I'm up to my eyes.

-What, in cheese and pickle? You're on!

All right, Soph.

Rihanna's RSV results are back double-quick.

At least it should help Hazel stop beating herself up.

It's viral, so not just wheezing from her dad's smoke.

Yeah, but it's the environment that she's been living in,

isn't it, that's made her susceptible? It's still his fault.

All right, OK. Yeah, thanks.

Where is she?

What's happening?

Is she dead?

Your daughter is ill because of exposure to your second-hand smoke.

At least I assume it is second-hand,

you haven't got her on a 20-a-day habit of her own yet.

This time,

thanks to my team, and me,

she's going to be all right. You don't have to worry.

You'd love me to react to that, wouldn't you?

Well, at least you seem to care about your daughter.

That is something. HE COUGHS

You laughing?

You are. You're actually laughing.

HE WAILS

It's a tiny little cut

with some bruising to your testicles.

Oh!

They've swollen like balloons.

All right, Robyn. Speak up, why don't you?

People in the morgue didn't hear you!

Oh, here he is.

What am I, your pre-rave entertainment?

Of course.

And for your information,

no-one's called them raves since 1852.

How's the...?

He's yet to grow a pair.

Hey, that's not fair.

You tried to get away from me back there.

If what happened last night was a mistake

and you don't want to be with me, Iain, that is fine. I'll live.

Why am I always the bad guy?

Look, I've just given you a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Use it.

Now, let's get that superficial laceration

on little Iain stitched up.

Hope my hand doesn't slip.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Rita, hang on.

I am not taking you for a fool.

You don't know what I think about you.

What do you think about me?

I really like you...

all right? It's just, sometimes, you can be a little bit...

..bolshie.

Bolshie?

Yeah, bolshie.

So, what are you saying?

If I'm LESS bolshie...

..you want us to be together?

Yeah.

Yeah, definitely.

I'll get a smaller needle then.

The pain when you take a deep breath,

your ECG and arterial blood gas,

lead us to think you may have a pulmonary embolism,

a clot in your lung,

but we can't be sure.

We have to do another test to see if it is a PE.

That test is a CTPA scan.

What do you think?

I'm not having a CTPA scan again.

It's a minimal, minimal amount of radiation.

We could do an echo instead.

That is far from an ideal option.

No, do it.

It looks like there may be some strain on your heart

because of a PE but...

as I said before, without a CTPA scan, I can't be sure.

The radiation is very little.

The risks to your baby are far fewer than you not having the scan at all.

They said that last time and my baby was dead a few hours later.

I promise you, the CTPA would not have been the cause.

It's not up for discussion.

OK.

We'll start you on a blood-thinning drug called tinzaparin

which, hopefully, will help break up the clot.

However, the drug can cause complications.

Please, just try it.

I came home to check on you.

The neighbours said you were at the bus stop in your pyjamas.

-Why didn't you call me?

-They think it might be a clot again...

but it's under control.

Right, who's in charge here?

I'm the doctor leading.

An obs and gynae doctor?

An emergency medicine consultant.

A non-specialist? Great(!)

You know she had a stillbirth last time, yeah?

Nearly died, too.

I'm aware of the history, I've spoken to an obstetrician.

Good. So, we're not going to let my wife nearly kill herself again.

Where's that...

scan she needed last time?

A CTPA scan?

You wife doesn't want one.

Well, she's having whatever she needs.

I agree with you, but your wife doesn't agree with us.

I'm not watching her nearly die in front of me again!

Hey, back off!

-What?

-Don't test me.

Staff midwife Duffin.

Anything I can do to help while I'm here?

Dylan said it's definitely the smoking that's caused it.

I know you're trying, but you're going to have to try harder.

He said even if you smoke outside, it comes in on your clothes.

Yeah, but Dylan's an old woman.

Do you know what it felt like to have those doctors look at me

and know I'd let my baby be harmed?

Her lungs are so tiny.

An 11-year-old girl that died from lung disease,

that's Rihanna in a few years.

Consider it a get-well-soon card.

Well, well done, Miss Marple.

Spot on.

I haven't quit, as is my right,

and now I'm going out for a lovely fag.

The problem with women is

they've got a habit of only hearing what they want to hear.

You just told her you didn't want to break up.

Come on now. There's only one way to interpret that.

Ma-ma-ma-ma. Me-me-me-me-me.

I tell you what, if you're so clever,

why don't you go tell her for me?

Man up, will you? We're not 13.

Ladies and gentlemen...

..I have come here today...

to talk to you about...

Sorry, man, I've got to go.

I've got a party I've got to get to.

Look, Rita's a cool girl, you know,

so just be honest with her.

Sorry. I'm trying to give up but that smells so good.

Do you think there's something gloriously rebellious

about standing out here, puffing away,

while your child suffers in there?

If I throw you a bone, will you run away?

That baby didn't ask to be born, you know.

It's your duty to look after her.

Why do you care so little about the damage that you've done to her?

You pathetic fraction of a man!

She's innocent! She is a baby!

Why can't you love us...?

Why can't you love her enough to care?

HE WHEEZES

Dylan...

HE WHEEZES

OK, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The drugs should start helping soon.

We're feeling better already.

Glad you went back to nursing.

Duffy, I don't feel comfortable

being part of a risky pregnancy case.

That bad experience...

It's our job to deal with whatever comes in through those doors.

Chin up. You can do it.

Yeah, hi.

Can we focus on treating my wife, please?

Can you turn the volume on so I can hear him?

I love hearing his little heart.

-HEART BEATS VIA MONITOR

-There we are. Baby FM.

I could listen to that all day.

HEART RATE INCREASES

Soph, are you feeling more breathless?

No, I feel fine.

-What's happening?

-Heart rate's rising.

Louise, tell radiology we need that CTPA now

and inform the obstetrician we're going ahead.

-I'm not having that scan again.

-Do it.

-Please, stop taking over.

You NEED that scan.

We have to know what's going on.

If that clot is big, you could be in serious trouble.

All right, OK. First things first, Max.

-Shall we bin those?

-Yep.

-Thank you.

All right, let's start him on back-to-back nebulised salbutamol

and Atrovent, please, and I'll get him 24% O2.

He's dying, isn't he?

Look, Rihanna's only just got out of the woods herself.

She doesn't need to be seeing this.

Ask one of the nurses to take you to the relatives' room.

OK, we've got delayed cap re-fill.

Brian, can you hear me?

HE SPLUTTERS

Perhaps a less involved doctor should be leading this.

I'm not involved.

Oh, dear, that looks nasty.

Emergency C-section in case she deteriorates.

It is a big PE but her condition seems stable.

I think we should give the drugs a chance to work.

I can't imagine she'll be wanting a C-section

at seven months again either.

Surgery or medication?

There are risks with either.

GASPING

P 87.28, PC0 210.4.

No, no, I need more light, please. I can't see anything.

I can't make the bulbs any brighter, Dr Keogh.

Look, it's not happening.

You don't want to be responsible for your father's deterioration.

At the moment, I don't need the distraction, thank you.

Just go... Just get out! Get out!

Let's not make things worse.

Maybe go and get Rita.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

You're going to split a vein there if you're not careful.

Dr Keogh, right now you're a son, not a doctor.

-Dr Keogh?

-Yeah, OK.

Ethan, can you do this for me, please?

Rita...

about what I said earlier...

You're right.

I can be a bit bolshie.

-You're not bolshie.

-No, I am.

I've just been mucked around one too many times, you know?

I got used to keeping my guard up.

I'm glad you can be honest with me.

It shows you care.

Of course I care.

Good, because, you know...

I really care about making this work.

Sorry, Rita...

..I know you've just finished your shift

but you're needed to take over from me in resus.

OK.

Are you all right resting up in the staffroom till I'm done?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

I'll make you breakfast in bed.

What?

As if anything's ever kept a secret around here!

Oh, shut up!

Soph, Liam.

So, CTPA did confirm a large clot in your lung.

I'm sorry.

It's happening again, isn't it?

I'm not having a C-section again.

You'll do whatever's safest for you.

Liam...

You never wanted him in the first place.

We don't need you.

Excuse me.

I didn't mean that.

He knows.

I'll...

Your vital signs seem stable,

so the obstetrician and I

are continuing to treat the clot

with anticoagulation drugs for now.

Good.

The drugs are working.

I'm fine.

She's still very tachycardic.

Please.

He's only seven months.

Give him a chance.

You know, Brian's been trying so hard to quit.

He hates himself that he hasn't been able to stop.

Why are you here if you don't care?

It's the done thing, isn't it, whether you care or not?

Look, I get why you feel the way that you do,

but this hate for him...

Look, I don't hate him, Hazel.

I'm indifferent to him.

Well, I love him

and I don't want him dying with you hating him.

He's so ashamed of the mistakes that he made with you -

but you know Brian, he'll never admit it.

But I don't know Brian, Hazel.

That's the point.

He pulls through, he doesn't -

what difference does it make to me?

BABY COUGHS

It doesn't have to be like this.

It wasn't my decision

to be abandoned by my father when I was a child.

His decision for us to mean nothing to one another

has been out of my hands for 30 years.

Fine. Fine.

Ignore your dad.

You can't ignore your sister.

SHE CRIES

Half-sister.

SIRENS WAIL

I know it's tough on the dad, too.

She's blocked out what happened last time.

She could barely breathe.

We went up to the theatre.

It was all in Polish...

I mean, they were very nice.

They put this...

..this sheet up and...

..cut across her bump.

I kept expecting to hear him cry but...

..he was silent...

..and I knew he was dead...

..and Soph knew it, too...

..and he was.

He was blue...

-HE SIGHS

-..and still, but...

..I couldn't have been prouder of my boy for trying.

We called him Arthur...

..and we buried him.

HE SOBS

I couldn't do anything to make it better.

And all you can do now...

is love one another.

Yeah.

Yeah.

OK.

Right. Come on.

Tell them I want an obs and gynae consultant back down here right now.

My patient needs an emergency C-section prior to thrombolysis.

Duffy?

OK, you can go through.

Well, what's happened?

80/60 in less than ten minutes. She's stabilised, but for how long?

-Well, she needs a C-section.

-I know, but I can't get through to her

and the surgeons are already committed to another emergency.

We've got a small window to move her while she's still stable.

We can get her up to ITU to wait then.

You're her doctor, not her friend.

Make her listen.

OK, Soph.

The anticoagulation drugs aren't working.

They are. I can feel it.

No, they're not.

We need to treat the clot, so I have to get you upstairs

and perform a C-section first.

I want to move you while you're still stable.

He's staying where he's safe.

OK.

You tell me how refusing a C-section is helping your baby.

He's not ready.

Arthur wasn't ready!

Have you ever felt a baby being pulled out of you two months early?

They're your kid, they're dying,

and they know you let it happen.

If he's not ready to be born,

how is he going to cope if you go into cardiac arrest?

He relies on you for his every breath.

Sophie, you're not helping your baby, you're killing him.

Arthur was so scared. I could feel him.

And, and this one's scared, too!

Please. Please, trust me.

Let me take you up to ITU

while you're still stable enough to make the journey.

8mg IV dexamethasone to help mature the baby's lungs.

I'll give Nicu the heads up.

Let the registrar know we're transferring her to ITU

until an obs surgeon is available.

Everybody upstairs.

What do you need? Do you... Do you need these?

I don't know. A room with better ventilation?

Yeah, the gents' doesn't have one of those, um...

The, the changing flaps.

I'm responsible for a lot, Max, but not sexism in architecture.

-Do you want a nappy?

-Yeah.

-HE GROANS

-It's a bit stinky, mate.

BABY CRIES

I thought you'd be really good at this.

I'm good with kids, just not the...

stuff.

Excrement?

-She's your sister.

-Half-sister.

Dr Keogh?

I thought we'd better have a chat about...earlier.

I don't suppose you're any good with, er...?

Just hang on, Soph.

Oxygen back on, please.

Stay with him.

We'll all stay. Together.

Don't be scared. I'm not.

-Duffy, I can't keep up with these changes.

-Hang on!

70/40. Heart rate 140.

Soph!

She's arrested.

ITU or ED?

ITU or ED, Dr Gardner?

-ED.

-OK, excuse me.

Perimortem C-section, alteplase to break up the clot.

Call the anaesthetist, let theatre know.

Doors!

Ten years of medical training

and your big bro doesn't know how to change a nappy.

15 years' medical practise.

I think she likes you, Uncle Jacob.

Oh, I think she likes you too, Uncle Max.

Cuddles?

You don't know what you're missing.

So, how's your dad?

Um, I, I...

I don't know.

Rita and Ethan took over.

Apologies for...

No.

It was your dad that was on the table.

Must have been a very stressful situation for you.

It really wasn't.

I think Big Bro's telling porkies.

Very pithy, Jacob.

Would you mind? My baby-sitting duties are over.

There you go.

Could you find something to do with that?

Louise?

No pulse felt. PEA on the monitor.

Continue CPR. Where are obs and the neo-natal team?

Labour theatre ward, twins with complications.

It's been four minutes.

The clot's killing her. We'll have to start. Scalpel?

How is this happening again?

If you just wait outside the door for me, lovely.

This will only be a few minutes.

Making the incision.

Shouldn't an obstetrician be doing that?

Yeah, well, there isn't one. There's only me.

Until the baby's out, we won't get very far.

I'm cutting the muscle.

Here's the uterus.

Gently.

SHE GRUNTS

I see you, I see you, I see the feet.

OK, Duffy,

reach into the cavity and get this baby out.

I'm pushing on the uterus.

OK.

OK. There we go. Come on.

Out you come. Come on.

There we go. There we go.

He's so small.

Now we're going to clamp

and cut the cord.

There we go, all right.

Dr Gardner?

Too long without output.

He's not breathing.

Assist with the baby, please.

Pads.

No!

50mg of alteplase.

Let's get this clot blasted once and for all.

Won't she bleed out?

It's her only chance. Come on.

Let's get this baby up to Nicu.

Stat! All right?

OK, easy.

Easy.

I don't understand!

Your son needs you. Come on.

Hold on, Soph. Please!

Come on!

Your dad's dead.

What?

Not really.

He said I had to get you back for some voicemail.

He's not dead?

He's up and he's talking.

Dylan, you and I both know he probably hasn't got long.

We need you.

Pulse check.

Asystole. Give her more adrenaline.

What happened to the baby?

Just focus on the task in hand!

Quite a commute from New Zealand, isn't it?

Oh!

It's so good to see you.

Two months prem.

Well, who'd have thought your Paul would pull through the way he did?

What is he now, a strapping 16-year-old?

One day, I'll tell him who his star midwife was.

You better had.

You were in...

Auckland, the last I heard.

Two visits in one year?

Just a working visit again.

I'm doing agency shifts on maternity for the past week.

I wanted to make sure I still had it before I called you.

Who gave you the impression you ever had it in the first place?

SHE GASPS

You know, you've got a really good doctor in Elle.

Reminded me a bit of Baz -

not out for personal glory.

You can trust her.

Right.

So, are you, er...

Are you back in England for good?

No, no.

New Zealand's still home, but the kids are grown up now.

Ryan's away with work a lot

and I just thought, well, a quick break back to my old stomping ground

might be nice.

Poor bloke, eh?

All those hopes and dreams.

The future you plan.

I should imagine they'll put you on home oxygen, eventually,

as and when you stop smoking, that is.

I am going to quit.

Pretty sure I've heard that one before.

I thought I was going to die today.

I hate myself for what I've done to that poor little mite.

On this occasion, your smoking wasn't directly responsible

for her illness. But, you know...

It's just a matter of time, isn't it?

You can listen to my advice. I'm a doctor, you know.

In fact, it would be idiotic not to.

I do tell people about my son the doctor.

He tells strangers.

He's so proud.

I tried for a long time to be somebody you might tolerate.

There are things I want to put right,

if you'll help me put them right.

Stop CPR. Pulse check.

No output. Still asystole.

Continue CPR, give another shot of adrenaline.

Dr Gardner, her PH is less than 6.8, and potassium over 10.

I know.

Dr Gardner, do you want me to call the registrar and anaesthetist?

Stone heart.

It seems as though the chest infection just made the COPD worse.

Once you've had your breath of fresh air,

we'll admit you overnight into a general medical ward.

And then, hopefully, you can be discharged tomorrow.

We'll give you some Amoxil.

You could pop over, maybe,

check he's keeping his promise on the fags.

I'm sure we'll sort something out.

Your dad pulled through.

That's good.

Yeah.

Fancy a coffee, Max?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, I know. I was just kidding.

No, er...

Game of chess?

Yes.

I was going to throw them away because, you know, I've given up.

Don't smoke, Max.

Tell Soph he's down but not out.

He's making her proud.

Liam...

You never know.

With a bit of luck, Glen might not show up.

He doesn't strike me as an early bird.

Don't be daft.

You know they love the stupid o'clock.

Cherish every moment, especially the inappropriate kiss ones.

Oh, Iain, congrats, by the way.

Rita's awesome.

Gossip travels fast.

Ah!

Triple shift has ended.

Get me out of here, babe.

Anywhere. Let's go anywhere where there's a duvet.

Rita...

Do you know...

..that I didn't think I'd ever have someone

I love to come home to again?

Rita, you are such an amazing, strong woman.

And if I could make this work for you, I would.

But I can't.

What we had was fun, but that's all it was ever meant to be.

Sleeping with you last night was a mistake.

I don't want to be in a relationship with you and I'm really sorry...

..but I never will.

That's fine.

Don't let today knock your confidence.

Sometimes there's nothing that can be done.

You held it together great.

Didn't feel like it.

You were chucked in at the deep end and you survived.

That's the knack to this place.

That, and the friends we make.

Yup, it's a special place, all right.

Rita?

What's wrong?

Can we go out for a drink later?

Robyn?

Oh, my...

He doesn't seem like the sort

who would throw kisses around willy-nilly.

Hiya.

Glen. Look, I'm sorry about last week.

Can we just forget it ever happened?

What, the kiss?

I've not stopped thinking about that kiss.

May I escort you to the Mortality Cafe?

Our new tradition?

-SHE CHUCKLES

-Yeah.

I heard about your patient.

Doesn't get any easier, does it?

Every decision...

..I tried to do the right thing for her.

Well, there was no right or wrong answer, really.

And blabbing to Hanssen.

I believed I was doing the right thing for the department.

I know...

I know I got it wrong,

but I believed I was doing the right thing, and I'm sorry.

I know.

Don't worry.

I've seen how you operate.

You're one of us.

Louise has heard from the neo-natal unit,

and Soph's baby is doing great.

Not out of the woods.

There's a way to go, but doing great.

Thanks, Charlie.

Oh.

Forgot my keys.

Hey.

I told the guys that we could

do breakfast at that Greek place we used to hang out at.

SHE LAUGHS

Thought you could do with it after the shift you had, Pancake.

Well...

let's hope Mr Mikononopoulos hasn't still barred us

for misusing the cutlery, Pudding.

Come on, man.

So, what was this I hear about you doing some weird vocal exercises?

You're not auditioning for The X Factor again, are you?

Really?

It's just a little presentation for the great and the good next week.

That's all.

Hey, um, do you think Mr Mikononopoulos

would like Big Mac's socks and sweaty gym shorts

in his cafe this morning?

Eurgh!

Behold! The sacred sock of Mac.

Mac!