Medical drama series. Ollie struggles with grief, guilt and the burning question of his cheating past, while Elizabeth is forced to confront her mother.
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Hey! Hey! You a doctor?
You can't get any closer. They have to make it safe.
Are you a doctor?
Are you a doctor?
Are you a doctor?
'Hi, this is Ollie. I guess I must be out saving lives,
'but leave me message after the high-pitched whine
'and I'll call you back.' BEEP
'Oh, hi, Ollie, this is Lucy again.
'Listen, I'm so sorry to keep leaving you messages like this,
'but, um...well, the thing is,
'we've only got two weeks left of this month's rent,
'and I need to start looking for a new housemate as soon as,
'and I'm just not sure what I should be doing with all of Penny's stuff.
'So if you could, you know,
'just maybe give me a buzz back when you get this?
'She hated me. I switched her paper for mine.'
'You're not a qualified doctor. You're practising illegally!'
'Nothing they could do. She went in to help someone who was trapped. She would've died instantly.'
'She died hating me.'
-You should've called.
-I did. Three times.
You seem to be screening your calls. You've got some post, by the way.
Anyway, this was more of a spur-of-the-moment type thing.
Just thought I should drop by, see how you're holding up.
Never been better.
Um... How's your mum?
I don't know. She and Philippe went back to France after the funeral.
When are you going back to work?
Actually, I'm...I'm not going back.
Look, Ollie. This isn't easy for any of us,
but you really think burying your head in the sand...
No, you don't get it.
I tell you what I do get.
Sitting here feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to help anyone,
and it's certainly not what Pen would want you to be doing.
You know you can always call me if it's an emergency.
You've got my work number.
-I think so.
-If you want my advice, go back to work as soon as possible.
Putting it off will only make it worse.
You've got to get on with things, keep on going.
Top one's my private line.
'KNOCK ON DOOR'
-I'm sorry about the mess.
I'm not actually a total slob.
I just haven't had a chance to get the old Hoover out.
Cleaning hasn't exactly been the first thing on my mind.
When was the last time you were here? Was it Penny's birthday?
I'm not sure, to be honest.
We had those minging green cocktails
with creme de menthe and something else. Remember?
Thanks for that - it took me six months
to get the taste out of my mouth.
So, listen. About this, I feel completely...
I get it.
Take as long as you like.
Listen, I've been thinking about it,
and you know what? I'm going to be pretty busy over the next few weeks.
I don't think I'm going to have time to deal with all this.
What I was thinking was maybe I could cover Penny's rent
for the rest of this month and next month.
I could write you a cheque right now if you just tell me how much it is.
Ollie, that's, like, 700 quid.
Right. And I guess there's bills and things on top of that,
so shall we just call it 900?
You really don't have to do this.
Wouldn't it be easier for you just...?
If it's not enough, or if there's an emergency, you can always call me.
You've got my work number, right?
I'm guessing it's the same as Penny's.
Well, thanks for everything.
I know you've probably got a lot more important things to do with your time,
but if you ever wanted a drink or... It doesn't have to be a drink drink,
although I do do this amazing green cocktail with creme de menthe!
-I think I'm going to have to take a rain check on that one.
-It's just I'm going to be kind of busy.
You know, I've got things to do. I've got to...
I've got to go back to work.
'Your grandmother's just died.
'What about your mother?
'She's going to need to be told.
'What happened, Elizabeth?
'Why did you leave home?'
'I bought myself a new dress, a red dress.
'My mum said it was the colour of the devil, and then she took
'her belt to me. I thought that time she would never stop.
'I was 16.
'Afterwards, Grandma would bring me sweets.'
I just thought, you know, you should hear it from me,
not from some faceless stranger.
Your grandma is safe with Jesus now, safe in his loving arms.
-You're not going to come inside?
-I have to get to work.
No! Please don't leave me again, just when I got you back.
Six years, baby girl.
I come and go from this place all the time,
so I'm getting to know the names of all the doctors.
The docs that really go the extra mile and the ones
who just want to ship you out of here PDQ.
So, what type are you?
Sharma. Your bloods are normal, your BP's normal,
your ECG is normal. Er, looking at these results here,
I can't seem to find anything wrong with you at all.
But the pain?
Well, that could be a number of things.
It could be muscular.
If your work involves you having to sit in the same position
for any length of time?
He asks if my work involves sitting in the same position
for any length of time!
12 hours every day. That's what they pay me for.
Might I suggest, if the pain persists, you consult your GP?
In the meantime, I will get one of our nurses to discharge you.
-Thank you, Dr...?
That looked like a very swift diagnosis.
-He's a hypochondriac.
His BP, bloods, ECG are normal,
and the only symptom's a nondescript abdo pain.
Sounds like a rather unimaginative hypochondriac.
Now, I have a question for you.
Answer it carefully. Should you be here?
-Why shouldn't I be?
-When you returned from
compassionate leave for one day,
Mr Malick had to send you home again.
Have you spoken to him?
I'm his consultant.
-I speak to him most days.
The point is, since this is your first day back
from extended compassionate leave,
I have to fill in your six-week post-traumatic MOT for HR.
They do like us to jump through these hoops.
I shall tell them that
you don't appear to be an immediate suicide risk.
No need to confiscate your belt and shoelaces quite yet.
I just wanted to let you know that I've signed the release form
-for your grandmother.
-Thank you for letting me know.
I hope you realise, your grandmother, the operation WAS risky.
-You shouldn't blame yourself.
-Did you phone your mother?
-Mr Griffin, I appreciate
what you did for me, but I never should have let my personal life
interfere with my work. It was unprofessional.
-In the circumstances...
-You are my consultant,
and while I'm here, I'm your responsibility,
but who I am when I'm not here and I'm not wearing this uniform
-is my private business.
Thank you, Nurse Tait.
This is Marion. She's had a bit of a fall.
'I just spoke to Hanssen.'
-That's nice for you.
-What did you say to him?
-I don't know anything. What could I say to him?
What's going on, man? What's with the paranoia?
I don't know. I just...
Listen, if I was going to grass you up,
why would I have waited till today?
I didn't, cos somewhere in there is a good doctor screaming to get out.
Stop over-thinking, trust your instincts.
If you don't believe you should be here then why should anyone else?
You're right. I know you're right.
Besides, Valentine, I'm up on Keller now.
I can't be your Mr Miyagi any more.
So you need to drop the paranoia
and you need to bring your A-game every single day, cos you can't have
-people asking you awkward questions.
-You think I don't know that?
You want my advice? You go home, you get drunk, laid, stoned.
In fact, I don't even want to know, but you do whatever you've got to do
to get that crazy head of yours straight.
I backed you for a reason.
I trusted my instinct, and if there's one thing I really hate,
it's being wrong.
-Hey, just watch where you're going, mate, yeah?
-Leave it out, pal.
Hey! What was that? Was that supposed to hurt?
Cos I couldn't even feel it!
Hey! Come on!
-Oi, watch it!
-Why don't you watch where you're going?
Get a life, loser.
CAR HORN BLARES
Are you crazy, my friend?!
-I could have killed you!
-Try a bit harder than that.
-Are you OK, amigo?
No, you're not fine.
Why don't you get in the back of my cab?
I don't want to get in the back of your stupid cab!
You should let them check you over.
I am not going to the hospital.
-You might have broken something.
I'd know. I'm a doctor...allegedly.
-Who is that?
-That's Lakshmi, goddess of wealth.
She watches over me while I work.
By the way, my friend, where am I taking you?
I don't know. Home.
Anyone waiting for you there?
-You shouldn't be alone.
What would you do if there was an emergency?
Who would you call?
Where is this Penny, then?
KNOCK ON DOOR
Blimey. What happened to you?
'Stop lying, Ollie!
-'Do you really think this is just going to go away?
# There's a bluebird at the window
# I can hear the songs he sings
# All the jewels in heaven
# They don't look the same to me
# I just wade the tides that turned
# Till I learn to leave the past behind
# It's only lies that I'm living
# It's only tears... #
I was just...
Do you want some breakfast?
We always used to cook a big breakfast like this
every Saturday morning. It was our ritual.
Penny used to make the most amazing pancakes.
Yeah, she did.
It's not a talent you share, is it?
Sadly not! I can do pasta,
I can do toast, and I'm utterly excellent at ordering takeaways.
I thought you were supposed to be good at everything.
Penny always used to call you the golden boy.
She said that it would take her about ten hours
to figure out something that you'd get in two minutes...
I've got to be somewhere.
-I should probably get going.
-Something in particular?
I've got a thing.
-Well, there you go.
Just found something you're not so good at.
No wonder she's in renal failure. She's severely malnourished.
-Well, we need to call social services.
This shouldn't be allowed to happen.
-She's 79 years old.
-Social services brought her in.
Apparently, neighbours got suspicious
when the milk bottles started lining up.
Police found her in the middle of the carpet.
-She'd been there for three days.
-How can something like that happen?
Think of all the old people who die at home on their own
and nobody notices for, like, six months.
You work in a supermarket and you can't even buy yourself food.
-You always loved pineapple juice.
We used to have it after church, remember? You still like it?
I've bought you some bread and some cheese and things.
You don't have to cook anything, you can make yourself sandwiches.
And tins of soup. They last forever.
Will you stop looking at me like that?
Why did you abandon us?
You know why.
Oh. She was always your favourite.
I was never allowed to pick her up.
What are you going to do?
Grandma did everything round here.
Maybe you could look after me, like I looked after you.
-I could call social services.
-No, don't call them.
You need help.
They will make me leave.
-Who's going to look after you?
-Jesus will look after me.
Jesus isn't going to do your shopping, though, is he?
You came back!
Come in, come in.
'I never stopped praying that you would come back to us.'
Pastor, I'm not back.
-I mean, just...
You and Grandma are the only people she's ever trusted.
She trusted you.
I need to know if she's going to be taken care of.
You haven't changed.
Yes, you're older, grown up,
but you're still the same serious, shy child
who used to ask me difficult questions at Sunday school.
I have changed.
I'm not the same person I was.
You're still her daughter.
So, is that it?
You're just going to disappear again?
I have my own life now, Pastor.
As long as I'm here, your mother will be taken care of.
She's a very precious part of our community here.
Now I have something to ask of you.
Will you come to your grandmother's funeral tomorrow?
Give yourself the chance to say goodbye.
You can sit at the back.
No-one need know you're here.
Don't suppose you've got any Parmesan?
No. Can't get on with a cheese that smells like vomit, sorry.
So, why did you rock up?
Not that I'm complaining. I'm glad you did.
Oh, you're glad that I showed up here off my face on a Saturday
and passed out on your sofa?
Yes, why wouldn't you be?
What a delightful surprise that must have been.
No, it's just, having you here, it's...
well, it's a little bit like having some of her back.
-We're not that alike, are we?
-More than you think.
You can't be that different.
You both decided to do medicine.
Ah, Penny chose medicine. I just followed her.
I was all set for a career in wizardry.
if you could do anything, why did you choose to do medicine?
She was so passionate about it. I'd never been enthusiastic.
-I'll never be half the doctor she would have been.
-You don't know.
Penny died because the only thing she cared about was saving her patient.
She knew the risks,
but she crawled underneath that train because somebody needed her.
She didn't have to think.
Yeah, well, you'd do the same.
# Hey, could you stand another drink?
# I'm better when I don't think... #
I have had a splendid day.
So I was thinking, next month's rent must be due soon...
Look, Ollie, I don't want you to think I'm being ungrateful,
but you can't just keep giving me money.
I don't mind.
It's not about the cheques.
-I have to move on with my life.
I don't want to spend another night lying there on my own
with this empty room next door, like this big reminder of her.
-Hey, come on.
I don't even know why I'm crying. I've had too much wine. Ignore me.
My 14-year-old self would hate me for saying it,
but this is a really bad idea.
I couldn't agree more.
# Some glad morning
# When this life is over
# I'll fly away. #
-Thank you, Jesus, thank you. Alleluia!
That was one of Ida's favourite hymns,
and it's not hard to see why, with its great message of joy and hope.
There's another reason that this is an occasion of great joy.
Before she passed, the Lord saw fit
that Sister Ida was reunited with the granddaughter that she loved.
She is with him now. Jesus say Ida is at peace now in his loving arms!
He has received her into the kingdom,
and she is so happy to see our child Elizabeth return to us.
-Thank you, Lord!
Thank you for returning her to us!
Amen, Father, Amen!
So, you're going to tell me the real story of how you got that shiner?
-There's nothing to tell.
-Oh, I get it. First rule of Fight Club?
So, this patient's coming in in a taxi? Isn't that a bit random?
Ambulances are better - they're medically equipped,
don't charge by the mile, and you're less likely to get
racist banter from the driver.
Hey! My dad's a cabbie, he's not racist!
Of course he's not.
Driver called ahead. Sounds like it could be a cardiac arrest.
Patient came into AAU six weeks ago with chronic abdominal pain and got a brush-off from us.
Who discharged him the last time he was in?
It's your signature, Ollie.
It's OK, we've got you, Mr Sharma.
# Happy birthday, dear Elizabeth
# Happy birthday to you! #
Well, go on, blow them out. It's bad luck if you don't.
I've already told Chrissie I didn't want any fuss.
Woo! We also had a bit of a whip round and got you these.
Fresh flowers are not allowed on the ward!
Well, I guess you'd better put them
-in the staff room, then, eh?
-And birthday cocktails
tonight in Albie's. 7pm. Don't be late.
If you were feeling dizzy and light-headed, why were you driving in the first place?
You said there was nothing wrong with me.
Why ignore a doctor?
You could have killed someone. What if you'd crashed?
I thought maybe I was just hungry.
Then suddenly I couldn't breathe, and the pain...
I knew I was having a heart attack.
Nope. Doesn't look like a heart attack.
So, what is it?
We're still looking at various options.
Keep me posted.
You seem a bit happier than the last time we met. You don't remember?
I see a lot of patients. Excuse me.
What are you doing back here?!
What have you done?
You have to help me. You have to make it better.
-I need a doctor.
-Please, be quiet!
-Are you ashamed of me?
-You've got to go.
I embarrass you in front of all your friends?
Your own mother? I need you to help me, it's my head!
Nurse Tait, leave this to me.
My dad never did nights till I was 15. It was only so he could keep an eye on me.
He'd park outside Hollywood's, turn his lights out and sit there till I came out.
I didn't mind. Free ride home! My friends used to call him Dial-A-Dad,
and I think my mum was glad to get him out the house.
How does your wife feel about you doing nights?
Well, it hasn't changed in the last two hours, it's not going to change now.
We can't send him home.
The results are pretty conclusive.
We should run an MRI, or a stress test.
No. Hanssen's due back for his ward inspection any minute.
So, we just send all our patients home, regardless of their condition?
You heard him. If you've done everything you can
and the tests show nothing, you have to move them on.
I think I've figured out what's wrong with Mr Sharma.
He's got a broken heart.
His wife died three months ago.
What is wrong with you? You can't actually suffer from a broken heart.
Yes, you can. You read about it all the time.
Someone's husband dies, then a week later...
It's a figure of speech.
Well, at least I've come up with something.
You're the doctor round here. You're the one that's supposed to
figure out what's wrong with people, not me. What's your theory?
Am I allowed to know where we're going, or is it a mystery tour?
I just want to run a few more tests on you, Mr Sharma.
-Are you sure we should be doing this?
-The MRI, the stress test. Mr Levy told us to discharge him.
-He's not Mr Levy's patient.
-You're not here to question my judgment - you're here to do as I tell you. All right?
All right, Mr Sharma, let's get you to this scan.
Apparently, I've booked an MRI for an urgent cardiac patient.
-I needed a consultant's sign-off.
-You thought you'd forge my signature?
And Dr Levy tells me he specifically asked you to discharge Mr Sharma.
I wanted to run more tests.
-Even though the echo and ECG show no evidence...
-In your opinion.
I'm sorry, I simply don't understand.
If you've run all the relevant tests
and they show there's nothing wrong,
surely an MRI is just going to put your patient through unnecessary stress.
Tell Mr Sharma there's been some mistake
and you don't need to run the test after all.
I can't send him home.
-I'm his doctor. I have to find out what's wrong with him.
-I have to find...
-Find what? Oliver, what exactly are you looking for?
I don't know.
So, you came here to surprise Elizabeth on her birthday?
That's right, Mr Griffin, but she don't want to see me.
-I'm sure that's not true.
-Yes, it is. She hates me.
My baby girl breaking my heart.
You have any medicine for that, Doctor?
I think maybe she'd be happy if I die, just like her grandmother.
-It's a nasty cut.
-Had to get the dirt out.
-Had to get it clean.
You have to get the badness out or it never leaves.
You have to get it out of me, Mr Griffin. You have to cut it out.
'Has your mother ever had a psych evaluation?'
Elizabeth, there are people who can help you, who want to help.
But you have to ask for it.
Thank you, Mr Griffin. I'll see you tomorrow.
So even though you knew Mr Levy wanted the patient discharged,
-you still followed Dr Valentine like a lovesick puppy?
I tried to talk to him, but...he's a doctor.
No, Chantelle, he's not, OK? He's an F2.
If you want to last more than ten minutes, you really need to learn the difference.
You know, it's one thing treating me like a chump -
I'm old enough and ugly enough to take it -
but this was Chantelle's first day here.
You had absolutely no right to drag her into your mess.
We need to free up bed four.
-Send him home.
-What do you want me to tell him?
Tell him I couldn't find anything wrong with him.
Good afternoon, ladies.
Where are we off to, then?
-Home - glad to hear it.
And you're going to let your daughter take good care of you now?
Give you some TLC?
I'm not being funny, old boy, but I said call if there was an emergency,
not when you have a tough day at work.
You're not listening.
This guy collapsed at the wheel, I discharged him.
-We've all made mistakes.
-He could've died,
he could've killed any number of people, and I couldn't help him.
-Maybe I shouldn't be a doctor.
-To be completely honest,
I could never figure out why you wanted to go to medical school. Your sister, it made sense.
She was always trying to save things as a child,
rescuing birds and putting bandages on teddy bears, but you...
You could've got yourself a proper job.
What do you earn?
Right. I am going to write you a cheque for £10,000.
You can do whatever you like with it.
Go travelling, sit on your arse, spend it on booze or birds
or swimming with dolphins.
Just use it to figure out what you're going to do with your life.
Stop wasting everyone's time trying to be like your sister.
You've got far more potential than she ever had. Don't throw it away.
KNOCK ON DOOR
What do you want, Ollie?
Can I come in?
You sneak out of my room without even leaving a note.
Just a cheque on the table, like I'm some sort of cheap hooker.
-No... No! I didn't mean that at all.
-Then I don't hear from you for days,
until you turn up out of the blue, expecting what, exactly?
Meaningless sex? Sympathy?
I just want to talk.
Go on, then. Talk. I'm listening.
Well, I screwed up again today.
From what I gather, all you ever do is screw up.
Only that Penny's not here to take the blame for you, is she?
I was with her on holiday when she wrote you that postcard.
I told myself not to judge you
because I though you deserved a fair hearing.
And just for a minute
I thought that you were more than just a spoilt little rich kid.
But I was wrong. You just take and you take and you take.
Your dad pays your rent for you, your sister passed your exams for you.
You think that everybody's there to be used.
You might have used Penny, but you're not going to use me.
I don't want your money any more, and I don't want you coming around here.
Do you know what I wonder?
I wonder how a doctor who has lied
and screwed up as much as you have still has a job.
Look at you!
The manager said if she failed to turn up again, he'd sack her.
-She needs this job.
It's just one shift. Till she's better.
It's more than that.
She turned up at the hospital today.
-Yes, I heard.
-Mr Griffin, my boss, he thinks she needs help.
Your mother sees the world differently to the rest of us.
What she needs is our love and compassion,
not labels, tests and drugs.
She's your mother. You must do what you think best.
I just want to live my own life. I want her to live her own life.
You know, God has already forgiven you.
And in time, you'll forgive yourself.
I did what I had to do.
You were kinder to me than they ever were.
You're the one who bought me books and helped me with my homework,
made me feel like I was worth something.
Your mother did the best she could.
You don't know what it was like.
I know that she and your grandmother were sometimes strict.
I know it can't always have been easy.
Your mother loves you. She always has.
I don't think she knows what love is.
"And then Peter came to Jesus and he asked,
"'Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother or sister
"'who sins against me? Up to seven times?'
"And Jesus answered, 'I tell you...
"'not seven times,
"'but 70 times seven.'"
What you doing?
-What you doing?
-I was just...
Those are my things! Those are not your things!
You got no right to try robbing my things!
-Don't lie to me!
You just want to rob me, you just want to thief me and run away again!
-Ungrateful child! You got the devil in you, the demons!
You're a bad girl!
I'm not your baby girl.
Not any more.
Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Nurse Tait!
Respirations have stopped.
Her pulse is very slow. I want a monitor and Naloxalone.
Now. Come on, quickly, now!
Since you started here, there've been a lot of redundancies.
You'd like to know how you dodged the axe?
My track record isn't great, I know.
Well, I'll do you the courtesy of being entirely honest with you.
The inquest didn't hold this hospital responsible
for your sister's death,
but it certainly didn't make us look good.
Now, if in the direct aftermath of an F2's death
we'd fired that F2's brother, how would that have played?
Not to mention, in fact, that you would have had
a very strong case
for a potentially extortionate unfair dismissal claim.
So, hideous though the irony may be,
her death granted you a kind of reprieve.
"Dear Mr Hanssen,
"I am writing to tell you that you were only half right.
"The reason I'm still here IS because of my sister.
"But the truth is, I'm a liar and a cheat,
"and I have no right to call myself a doctor."
That was your mother.
She called the ward?
The switchboard put her through.
Apparently she's called 15 times already this morning.
She's fine, she's fine.
She wanted to let you know that the CIA have bugged her flat
and they want to drill a hole in her head to take out all the secrets.
She says these things.
Look, I've got a colleague on the psychiatric ward.
Doctor O'Neill, he's a friend.
-This is my private life.
It's none of your business.
When one of my nurses falls asleep on the ward,
it becomes my business.
-Your mother needs help.
-I'm helping her.
-You don't know her.
You don't understand.
She sees the world differently from you and me.
She doesn't need medicine, she needs compassion.
According to who?
I've known Simone for many years. And you're right.
At times she is a troubled soul.
She's mentally ill.
I think you and I would differ on our definitions of ill.
Pastor, with respect, I've been a doctor for 30 years.
And with respect, I have been a pastor for 30 years.
And in that time I've seen countless people
that the doctors have given up on healed by faith alone.
Especially people suffering from an illness of the spirit.
Simone needs professional psychiatric help and no amount of praying...
You're not a man of faith?
Well, I'm not here to discuss my beliefs. I'm here because one of my nurses...
Elizabeth is an adult now. She's capable of making her own decisions.
She WAS capable of making her own decisions.
-Until you filled her head with all these notions that she is somehow responsible...
-She IS responsible.
-The fifth commandment - "Honour your father and your mother."
-You're not serious?
-I don't see what could be more serious than the word of God.
Then maybe you should consider the ninth commandment.
I'm not aware of having borne false witness.
You've known Elizabeth how long?
Since she was a baby.
-I baptised her.
-So when you saw her sitting there week after week,
listening to your Sunday sermons, you're telling me you had no idea
that her mother and her grandmother were colluding in what amounted to systematic child abuse?
Now, just you hold on a moment...
You didn't know that Simone would routinely try to beat the devil
out of her with a leather belt while Ida stood by and watched?
Now you tell me, which part of the Bible sanctions that?
I didn't know.
I swear. I had no idea.
Three things. First of all, I treated you very badly the other day and there's no excuse for that.
-You're going to make a great nurse.
-Do you really think so?
-..can you see this gets to Mr Hanssen?
Dr Valentine? Oliver?
-What was number three? You said there were three things.
Dr Valentine! The paramedics called. The patient you discharged last week, Mr Sharma.
-What about him?
-He's been involved in a RTA.
-They want to know what tests we ran on him and what the results were.
-The crash, where is it?
Hey! Hey! You a doctor?
Are you a doctor?
Are you a doctor?!
You can't get any closer. They have to make it safe.
I need your bag...now.
You need to let me help you. We have to get you out of here, OK?
I'm sorry, I should never have let you leave.
Dr Valentine, I presume?
It's not safe. You need to get back, please.
Lakshmi, that was also my wife's name.
I'm not scared, you know? I'll see my wife in the next life.
No, I am not going to lose you.
-Simone, it's Pastor Carl.
-Who's that with you?
You know Mr Griffin. He works with Elizabeth.
What's he doing here?
I've come with a friend from the hospital.
This is Doctor O'Neill.
-What kind of doctor is he?
-We work together. He's a...
he's a psychiatrist.
I'm not letting him in. He's an evil man.
He wants to lock me up and drill holes in my head.
Who told you I was mad? Elizabeth?
She just wants us to help you.
Just one moment, please.
Ah, Elizabeth, it's your mum.
She says it's urgent.
# At the edge of the future
# And my dreams all fade away
# I have burned my tomorrows
# And I stand inside today
# At the edge of the future
# And my dreams all fade away... #
Hurry up! We haven't got much more time!
# And burn my shadow away
# And burn my shadow away
# Fate's my destroyer
# I was ambushed by the light
# And you judged me once for falling
# This wounded heart will rise
# And burn my shadow away
# And burn my shadow... #
No, no Elizabeth! Stand back. No!
OK, I need adrenaline!
Get away from me! Get away!
You did this! This is your fault.
-We need to go to St James's, not Holby.
Oliver, I owe you an apology.
I should've let you run the MRI scan.
It seems like an underlying mitral valve prolapse has led to dilated cardiomyopathy.
Has he been under a lot of stress lately?
-His wife just died.
-That would certainly...
Will he need a new heart?
I'm hoping the annulplasty will do the trick.
The heart's a much more resilient muscle than people realise.
You saved this man's life.
Don't you want to finish the job?
See you around, Mr Hope.
So if you're not going travelling, what ARE you going to do?
No idea yet.
In that case, why give up this place?
-I can't afford it.
-Don't be ridiculous! I pay the rent.
Not any more.
I wanted to give you this back too.
You could have just stuck it in the post or torn it up.
-Am I missing something here, Ol?
-Yes, I think you are.
I've been thinking about what you said about Penny, about how I have more potential than she ever had.
-You see, I don't know how you can say that, because I don't think you ever really knew Penny.
That isn't entirely fair. She was my daughter.
I've spent my whole life trying to live up to you, to be everything you wanted me to be.
The thing is...
I'm not the golden boy. Penny was twice the person I am, but you never gave her a chance.
She didn't exactly give me a chance either, did she?
You think it didn't hurt when she rejected me?
She didn't reject you. She rejected your money.
What's the difference?
It's easy to write a cheque...
..but giving yourself, really... giving yourself, that's hard.
Penny knew that.
So you're just going to disappear now, is that it? Cut off all contact?
No, of course not.
You can always call me,
if it's an emergency.
You've got my number.
Still no Elizabeth?
Right, I think that's everything.
Well, there's only one thing.
-If you're going to be living here, there's a few house rules.
If you cook, you then have to wash up,
absolutely no talking when Grey's Anatomy's on
and we have a strict no shagging between housemates policy.
-Well, I guess we'll have to be friends, then.
Welcome to the slum, Golden Boy.
When I was 16, I had an extremely important mathematics examination.
Well, it was very important at the time.
Trigonometry. On the morning of the exam,
I happened to open a newspaper and I was surprised to learn on page two
that the previous day my father had died - suddenly, shockingly.
That was the first and last time I failed anything.
My father's death was regrettable, obviously, but what really grated
was I was denied the chance to re-sit.
That blemish remains on my academic record to this day.
-A final year medical student who fails one OSCE fails the whole year.
-Seems a tad brutal, doesn't it?
-Not when you consider what's at stake.
Well, there is that, I suppose.
Nevertheless, let's imagine for one moment
a young trainee doctor who cheats in one practical assessment.
Let's say, for the sake of argument, the PLAB OSCE two station on venous cannula puncture.
Now, this doctor we're talking about is an extremely talented and very promising young doctor.
Top drawer grades pretty much across the board.
But he has one fatal flaw.
A fear of failure so crippling that he'll do almost anything to avoid it.
Why would that be?
Maybe he doesn't want to let people down.
Granted. But the doctor we're talking about has only ever made one serious medical error
in his entire career to date. He left a swab in a patient.
That's a mistake more experienced doctors have made, and it's not a mistake anyone makes twice.
For what it's worth, this doctor, he regrets all of it, every lie.
He wishes he could start again,
do everything differently this time.
One of the cardiac patients came to see me today. Mr Sharma.
Rather garrulous individual. Ring any bells?
Anyway, he tells me that you insisted on running
test after test after test on him because you were determined to get to the bottom of his condition.
That meant that you ignored the opinions of a senior nurse, a registrar and a senior consultant.
-And not only was your hunch proven correct
but you then performed an incredibly intricate venous cannula puncture
in the back of a moving ambulance, saving his life.
-I was lucky.
-Well, that's not what he thinks.
He thinks you're the best doctor this hospital has.
He thinks I'd be insane to lose you.
He asked me to give you this.
He wants you to have it. Something to do with karma, apparently.
So, Mr Hanssen, about my letter.
What letter would that be?
Why did you ask me to come here?
Evidently it's exactly ten weeks since your sister died
and I have to fill in your ten-week post-traumatic MOT for HR.
They do like us to jump through these hoops.
They'll want to know whether or not you've sufficiently recovered
your emotional equilibrium to resume full duties.
What shall we tell them?
Are you ready to start again, Dr Valentine?
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Returning to work after Penny's death, Ollie struggles to cope, falling firmly off the rails. But will he be able to overcome his grief in order to save a patient's life, and will the pressure finally force him to confess his secret to Hanssen?
Faced with her estranged mother for the first time in years, Elizabeth is forced to revisit her troubled past. But when the pair's relationship takes an all-too-familiar turn for the worse, Ric decides to intervene, with dangerous consequences.