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So just try to focus on your breathing. Slow and steady.
In and out. Good, keep going.
Oh, I need to go and pack my stuff.
-All right. Well, just move slowly and steadily.
-Come on, give me those hands. Ooh, let's get you sorted.
Don't worry. They'll be here any minute.
It's just... I don't think I'm ready. You know...
What's going to happen?
OK. Would you like me to run you through it?
So, when they get Lily to St Phil's,
they will start monitoring her immediately.
They will take her blood pressure and some urine samples. And then
they'll check the heart rate,
to check that the flow of blood and oxygen to the baby is OK.
How do they get oxygen to the baby?
Well, the baby's already getting it, via the placenta.
-And they'll keep checking the heart rate.
-No, the baby's.
And they may give some medication to Lily to help bring her
blood pressure down, but that's probably about it, initially.
Look, it's a lot to take in,
but the important thing is that you're there for both of them.
-The pain just hit her.
-Where exactly does it hurt?
Right. OK, can you finish packing that bag, please?
Because we need to be right ready to go.
Oh! I feel sick!
-My head hurts.
-What's happening to her?
I'm not sure. Why don't you go and wait outside
and keep an eye out for the ambulance? It should be very near.
All right, Lily. Can you phone Ruhma again? Let her know the situation.
-It's all right, Lily. Everything is going to be fine.
-Take some breaths for me, please, darling.
-Breathe in. And out.
Had such a good night.
Yeah, me too.
It's like our old clubbing days in Manchester.
I didn't realise how much I'd missed you.
Why did we split up again?
-Yeah, I had a really good time. But I've got to go now.
-Do you know what the time is?
-What does that matter?
Look, I'm already so late, it's hardly worth me going in.
Look, people will still buy insurance without you being there.
I'll phone in sick for you. Even better, I'll hand in your notice.
I'll tell them you got back together with your ex-husband
and you're pursuing a singing career.
-What singing career?
-The one you should never have given up on.
Not with your voice. I mean, look at me.
I've done every dead-end job going, but I kept gigging.
And now things are really picking up.
You know, I'm producing, DJing live sets. It's going really well.
And I'm really happy for you, Ben.
-But I should go to work.
-No, you should be in here.
Ooh, that's not your happy face.
Yeah, that journalist is posting the article online this afternoon.
Wow, another step in your bid for worldwide media domination.
Do you remember that idea you suggested, that I feed him
a lie during the interview, to test out his intentions?
Yeah, course I do. The legend of Sidney Vere.
How he grew up on the poverty-stricken mean streets,
facial racial prejudice at every corner.
And then one day, he became the medicinal behemoth we see before us.
Yeah, OK, it's not funny.
So I did make some stuff up, but I told him it was a wind-up.
Ah, good for you.
Not so good for me cos he said he's going to print it anyway.
Let him print it, who's going to care?
Ayesha might, for one.
I kind of stole her life story, escaping the Churchill...
-mum an addict, dad never around.
-You did what?!
What are you talking about?
The... The interview with the journalist. He was...
He was pushing this whole struggling racial minority angle and he
obviously thought that my upbringing wasn't much of a story, so...
So you thought it was OK to exploit mine?
Since when was having a rubbish start in life some
-kind of badge of honour?
-Look, you don't understand,
he'd already decided what kind of story he was going to write.
I was trying to push the point that it's just as prejudiced to assume
-that every black or mixed race...
-No! That is so out of line!
I know, and I'm sorry. Look, it was meant to be a wind-up.
Well, I'm pretty wound up now! So job done!
Why do I ever listen to you?
Mm, I do feel somewhat responsible for that. But she'll calm down.
Look, even if he does print it,
no-one reads anything on the internet any more.
There are more important pressing issues
going on in the world, like the way they're making GPs work more hours.
Let's get that on the internet!
-Can you come with me, please?
-Yes, of course.
-You are not going to be on your own.
-I'll be there too. Promise.
OK, I'm going to need you to follow up behind with Austin.
-OK, catch you up, Lily. Don't worry.
-I'll see you at St Phil's.
-It's all happening so fast.
-Yeah, come on. Get in the car.
Remember your breathing. Steady breathing.
In through your nose. And out through your mouth.
-OK. Take care of yourself, Mr Hardy.
How are you? I haven't seen you for ages.
Yeah, I'm good.
Well, actually, I'm stuck.
Um, I was at the bus stop round the corner
and I realised I hadn't got my purse.
-Oh, no! One of those days!
-Anyway, I remembered you worked here.
-Do you still temp at the CCG?
Oh, no. I left soon after you.
I'm full-time at Holton Insurance.
Well, I can lend you some money, if you need. No problem.
I'd be really grateful.
Hey, it's OK.
I'm in a real mess.
-Listen, whatever it is, we can sort you out.
You should not put yourself down, Dr Vere.
I am very much looking forward to reading the article.
Honestly, I wouldn't bother.
I mean, I'm not even sure the journalist was listening.
But you have such a fresh voice. And your views are very passionate.
No, I have absolutely no doubt that you will shine through.
Perhaps we can use an extract for the new practice
Look, I know that this whole process has not been easy for you.
And you've put a lot of thought and effort into it
and you deserve more recognition for all your hard work.
Thank you, Mrs Tembe, but I'm sorry, I've got to go and do the... Er...
I'm so sorry, Valerie. I bet you wish you'd never asked me in.
-Oh, no. Absolutely not. A friend in need.
-I just don't know what to do.
I don't want to hurt Phil.
-How long have you been seeing him?
-About a year now.
He's my office manager.
You know when you meet someone and you just trust them.
He's like a rock.
-But then there's Ben. He's the polar opposite.
-He's your ex?
Yeah. Completely unpredictable. Always chasing the next best thing.
And then I went for a drink with the girls last night
and I bumped into him.
We started chatting and we just clicked instantly.
-So, Phil doesn't know about last night?
He wanted me to move in months ago, but I stayed in my flat,
-so he'll never know that I didn't go home.
Oh! He's wondering why I'm not at work. Oh, God! I feel terrible.
-I've got this horrible hangover.
-Ah, flat pop and a slice of pizza.
-God, it's Phil.
-What are you going to do?
Hi, Phil. Yeah, no, I'm so sorry.
I missed all your calls, I've just seen them.
Yeah. No, um...
It was a tummy upset overnight. No, no, no. I'm fine.
Yeah, OK. I will.
I'll call you.
Yeah, me too.
I just remembered something awful that I did last night.
What, worse than sleeping with Ben and cheating on Phil?
So, what was this terrible thing you did?
I called Phil in the middle of the night. I was so drunk.
-But luckily, he didn't wake up.
-Well, no harm done, then.
-I think I left a message.
Oh, I don't know. It's too blurry.
Come on, you must remember.
But he can't have heard it, could he?
Because he would have said something,
especially if it had been bad.
-What a mess!
So, what are you going to do?
Oh, I don't know.
Being with Ben was the best time I've had in ages.
-Actually, I meant, what are you going to do about the message?
Well, Phil will still be at work.
Have you got a car?
I don't understand. Isn't it too early?
The risk is outweighed by the danger of waiting.
An early delivery will hopefully be best for both of you.
So, is my baby going to be OK?
They'll do everything they can, Lily.
-Please! I can't lose it!
-Hey, Lily. You just try not to worry, yeah?
OK, you know, you are in the best hands here.
So let's try and get you ready now. Thanks, Kevin.
Yeah, I'll get on it.
Right, listen up.
I've just had a report of a serious attack on our witness,
There's no indication yet as to whether Dr Carmichael will be
similarly at risk, but we can't afford to be complacent.
I want everyone to be on standby in the event the situation escalates.
This case is now a top priority.
That's all for now. Let's get to it.
So I've got Phil's spare key. I won't be long.
Are you sure about this?
-Yeah, he'll never know.
-Look, it's none of my business,
but wouldn't it be better just to come clean with Phil?
-Face the music?
I speak from bitter experience. You tell one tiny little white lie now and the next minute,
you're standing at the altar about to tell a great big whopping one.
But I'm not going to marry Phil.
So you don't love Phil?
Is that why you slept with Ben?
Look, I don't know. I just...
I really don't want him hearing this message.
So, have you remembered what you said?
-Yeah. I think I said I slept with Ben.
What is he doing here?!
OK, OK. I'll divert him.
Phone's in the hall, delete the message, and then go.
No, no, Jo. I can't. I've got to get back for afternoon surgery.
Oh, please, Valerie! I'm begging you!
-Jo! What are you doing here?
I thought you might pop back for lunch. I really wanted to see you.
I've missed you.
-Oh, you're feeling better, then? I was worried.
If I'd have known, I'd have taken the day off, looked after you.
You're so sweet.
I love you.
-Shall we go in?
-Do you know what? I'm starving.
-Do you mind if we go and get something to eat?
-Um, no. Let's go.
Look, I'm not making excuses. I know what I did was unforgivable,
but in my defence, Al was seriously egging me on and then the journalist just
-played me to get the story that he wanted.
-You still gave it him.
And I clearly told him at the end of the interview that it was a joke.
Great, so now my life's a joke(!)
No, I didn't mean... Look, I'm sorry, Ayesh.
Is that stuff actually going to make it to the article?
-I told him not to use any of it, categorically.
-Well, let's hope he doesn't.
-Are we OK, then?
You owe me.
-Ooh! No! No!
Sh! Sh! Stop!
It's a code.
So, come on. Tell me the truth about last night.
You had one too many with the girls, didn't you?
-Sorry, I was just embarrassed.
-I knew it!
-You should have called me.
-Trust me, you dodged a bullet.
It wasn't pretty. And some things, you shouldn't have to see.
I don't mind.
You can see it all when you move in.
Just think, you and me, in the morning, together. Waking up.
Wakey-wakey. One-two, hello, Icon Bar!
I'm DJ Ben-E and welcome to the... '90s Revival Roadshow.
So, sit back, sip your drinks,
and get ready for some classic "where were you?" moments.
Shall we get a drink?
Strong black coffee?
Are you stalking me?
Ah, what's going on? Nobody knows anything.
-I'm sorry, it's just, it's been a bit fraught.
-Is Lily OK?
Yeah, she's seeing the consultant
and he's advised she has an emergency C section.
Yeah, so we should get some news soon.
There's lots of positives, Austin, because she's very healthy and
she's very young and we have got one of the best teams here, you know?
-What about the baby?
-Well, I've seen a lot of premature births.
The babies always go on to do really well.
I had an extremely difficult birth with my son, Joe,
there were lots of complications. It was touch-and-go for a bit.
But he turned out fine, didn't he?
He's a happy, healthy, fit little boy.
I should be in there with her.
-Hey, try not to worry.
-You need to conserve your energy.
Lily's going to need you when all this is over.
The baby's going to need its daddy.
So, Austin, is now the time to call your mum?
You left this at the hotel.
I saw the photo inside.
You should have been straight with me.
Look, I'm sorry. But you were pretty full of it.
What, club DJ, producing...?! Really?!
Yeah, all right. So I might have bigged it up to impress you.
-Or lied to get me into bed.
Look, what were the chances of us meeting again last night?
I can't stop thinking about you, Jo!
Admit it, you feel the same.
Ben, this is such a mess.
I'd better get back to the decks. Look, please, don't go.
Just try and get rid of him and we'll talk later, yeah?
-I'll catch you in a bit.
Jo, it's me. How's it going?
Oh, Valerie. I came to the Icon Bar with Phil, and Ben turns up here.
Today can't get any worse.
-Ah, well, actually...
-Did you delete the message?
-Can you really not remember what you said?
I think you should hear it.
Phil, it's me. Um, I needed to talk to you.
I've done something really, really bad.
I've slept with someone else. The point is,
it's really made me realise that I really, really like you.
but I don't love you. I know you're going to hate me now,
but I just didn't want to hurt you any more. I'm sorry.
END OF MESSAGE BEEP
Oh! What am I going to do, Valerie?
The thing is, there was another message, from Phil's mum.
Listen, I've got to go.
ANSWER MACHINE: Messages deleted.
Have you read it?
I thought I'd clicked on the wrong article.
Look, I am so sorry.
It is such a shame that they did not focus more on your contribution.
That's an understatement. A massive understatement.
You'd need a microscope to see my tiny bit.
-And the other doctor...
-Yes, Benedict Adimbola.
He had a story that the journalist wanted to tell.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
His childhood in Africa, his travels,
his battles against his prejudiced medical school...
I mean, it is all very compelling stuff.
I just read the article. Oh, my goodness! I've got a new hero!
Benedict Adimbola. What a guy!
Sorry, Sidney. It stings, but they went with someone else.
I'm just disappointed not to get my views on immigration across.
I can't say I blame them
because, I mean, this guy is a credit to our profession.
-Mrs Tembe, you're a psychic.
-This is for Dr Vere.
You know, what I find more disappointing is that unless your
personal history fits some narrow prejudiced expectation of the media, you're not even going to get
-a word in print, no matter how important your views are.
-Look, I share your disappointment...
All that journalist wanted was a sob story about all the imaginary
obstacles I've overcome because of the colour of my skin.
I mean, no concern for the truth, no integrity!
I'm sure your insight was most interesting!
Unlike your REAL life story!
To be honest, this whole thing has been a total waste of my time.
-I just feel completely manipulated.
-Oh, Dr Vere...
I was pushed in to doing it in the first place and then,
I was pushed in to saying things I didn't even want to say.
And all that attention, you just hated that, didn't you, champ?
Yeah, I did. And you know that. Do you know what?
I've had it with all of this.
Stuff it! Stuff the article! Stuff the lot of you!
Oh, sorry. Um, just last night catching up with me a bit.
Do you want me to take you home?
You are such a lovely, lovely man, Phil.
You're so thoughtful. I'm just really glad I met you.
-Took me a while to convince you of that.
-Yeah. Well, more fool me.
Look, I need to talk to you.
-I need to ask you a question first.
MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES
I've been trying to find the right moment for a while.
LOUD SQUELCHING ON TRACK What's that idiot doing?!
Anyway, now seems as good a time as any.
So, Jo Boydon,
will you marry me?
-Austin! What's happened? Are you hurt?
What's going on?
Why did you call me?
Lily's having a baby.
Are you serious?!
She's in there now.
No, this isn't happening.
How could you?
I was going to tell you sooner, but...
How long have you known about this?
How stupid are you?!
-I told you about using protection! I made you promise!
-I know! I'm sorry!
It's too bloody late now! You've gone and done it!
You've wrecked both your lives!
-You really will be.
How long have you known?
Why didn't you come to me when I could have done something about it?
-What the hell are you going to do?!
-I think I can be a good dad.
-You can barely look after yourself!
-I swear, Mum!
-If this baby makes it...
-If? What do you mean "if"?
Someone better tell me exactly what's going on.
Lily developed pre-eclampsia.
She's in theatre now, having an emergency C section.
I don't understand.
One minute, everything's perfect. The next, it's over.
You are the nicest bloke that I have ever met. Honestly.
You should be everything that I've ever wanted.
-But you're just...
I'm really sorry, Phil.
Find yourself someone who deserves you more than me.
Are you sure you've thought this through?
-I mean, maybe...
Bye, then, Jo.
Right. Apologies for keeping you all hanging.
I was waiting on a green light from the DCI.
Each team knows their brief, should be a simple in and out job.
Any questions? Great. Let's roll. Sergeant.
Congratulations. You are officially a dad.
You've got a very beautiful, healthy baby girl.
I'm so pleased for you.
-Is Lily OK?
-Yeah, yeah. She's fine. She's coming out of the anaesthetic.
-Well, can we go in?
-Er, no, not yet.
They've put Baby in an incubator, just to warm her up,
and they're going to do some checks, but shouldn't be long.
Why don't we go and get a coffee to celebrate, yes?
Are you OK?
I don't know.
You will be.
Back in a sec.
Just thought I should come and check you're OK. Did Phil propose?
Yes. How did you know?
There was another message, from his mum.
No prizes for guessing what you said.
-I'm sure you've made the right choice.
-For being a good friend.
-And giving great advice.
-This one's for you, Jo!
So, you're going to be OK?
Yeah. I am actually.
Come and say hello to your little girl.
-Do you want to hold her head?
She's beautiful, isn't she?
She's your daughter.
I'm DC Kelly. Dr Zara Carmichael, I need you to come with us.
Take care of yourself and I'll see you in a couple of weeks.
-Dr Daniel Granger?
-The police are taking extra-special care of us.
-Keeping us safe?
Your mum suggested marriage counselling.
You might say that brought things to a head.
-You've been for counselling?
-Far lot of good it did us.
This is a hell of YOUR making! Don't ever forget that!