Oliver Twists Holby City

-It might be a ruptured spleen.

-We need a theatre trolley.

-You're wasted as a doctor.

-What else am I going to do with my life?

-Roll it across your knuckles.

-You can't be serious. Why?

To be a cardiothoracic surgeon, you need basic hand-eye coordination skills.

Starting with that.

An implant doesn't just rupture like this.

Your name is all over the Prego Holdings paperwork.

Your name.

Hanssen knows everything. Sunil told him.

Most of it lies.

I did everything because he told me to.

Sit down, Mr Spence, now!

So I'm afraid that he has totally ruined my career.

Oliver!

-What are you doing?

-Jogging.

-You've just had a lung transplant.

-That was a month ago.

Didn't see that coming.

-Come on, you're OK, then?

-Yeah.

Here for a bronchoscopy, are you?

Check it's all in working order.

Certainly seems to be.

Actually, I'm glad I ran into you. Been thinking of getting in touch.

-About?

-Well, might have a proposition for you.

-Go on.

-You should get that checked out.

-No, it's fine.

-I'll see you up there.

-It's just a scratch.

AMBULANCE SIREN WAILS

-Hello!

-That's impressive.

-You should see my wheelies.

-What've you been up to?

-Physio.

-Hope you haven't been overdoing it.

-Me?

-I believe. Thousands wouldn't.

-Laters.

Big day for our Josh.

-The swelling's cleared, so...

-He can have his final scan?

Yep.

Think there's any chance of good news?

Well, either way it's going to be...

emotional.

-You on your way in?

-Yeah.

-Mind if I...?

-Help yourself.

Are they looking after you here?

I could ask you the same thing.

A bronchoscopy is normally pretty routine, so I'm sure you'll be fine.

-Ah, there you are, Valentine.

-His master's voice.

-Mr O'Gorman, how are the new lungs?

-Like a breath of fresh air.

Great. I've got a stack of files that need weeding.

-Right.

-If you happen to find yourself in the coffee bar, mine's a skinny latte.

-Got it.

Good.

You're not on Mr O'Gorman's bronchoscopy.

-No.

-So why are you hanging around here?

-Same old, same old...

-What can you do?

-Weeding files sounds fun.

-So, this proposition.

-It's a job offer.

-I've already got a job.

-You're undervalued.

-I'll give you that.

-And failing to live up to your potential.

-I wouldn't go that far.

Through no fault of your own.

I'm praying you're going to say astronaut.

You know I'm in recruitment.

F1 driver?

Well, we're expanding. Taking over another firm. And...

Well, I need a partner.

Someone with initiative, good people skills and a big pair of brass...

-I don't know the first thing about recruitment.

-I would personally train you up.

You're not serious.

That is your starting salary. Before bonuses.

-If we continue to meet our projected growth, you'll double that by 2014.

-I can't just leave here.

Why wait another ten years for the respect and rewards you deserve?

-Yeah, but why me?

-Raw materials. I know a winner when I see one.

Just think about it.

It's exactly the same scan as when you first came in,

but because the swelling's gone down, we can assess the damage properly.

-And you can give me answers?

-Well, the scan plus the examination will tell us all we need to know.

What are my chances?

Let's just wait and see, OK?

-Fingers crossed.

-I'm crossing more than my fingers.

Right. Any questions, just ask, OK?

Yeah, one, actually.

Why is my leg doing that?

-They said no food or drink.

-What, not even a cuppa?

-No.

-That's just stupid.

-Stop moaning.

I'm not moaning at ya, I'm trying to help ya.

-One skinny latte, please.

-Christopher! Oh, my God!

Christopher, Christopher, Christopher! Are you all right?

-Wake up!

-I'll be back in a minute.

Excuse me. Excuse me!

-Christopher!

-Good morning, Nurse Lane.

OK, shall we just give them some room? Let's give them some room.

There we go.

-Are you a doctor?

-Yes.

-He's brill, honest.

Oi, don't! You're strangling him!

Nurse Lane, can you remove this woman? Please!

You're strangling him.

What's your name?

-Paula.

-OK, Paula, it's going to be OK.

Oh!

Chances are it's something called fasciculation.

-What's that?

-If the brain stops sending messages to the spine,

the nerves can start to function independently.

So I could walk?

It means the opposite, actually.

-Is there any chance it could be anything else?

-It might be irritation of the spine

and not complete damage.

But that is a less likely scenario.

Can we just get the scan done and then...?

It's still going.

-Any evidence this was more sinister than bad luck followed by a cover-up, I want to know.

-Fine.

If there are patients out there who received implants from the defective batch...

-Bring them in.

-With utmost discretion, please.

-No leaks.

I am relying on you to keep this under control, you know.

Uh, that's my desk.

I asked Ms Shah to cast an eye over all the paperwork pertaining to your implant cases.

-You enjoying this?

-No. I'm just trying to clear up your mess.

-Well, I don't need your help.

-Circumstances would suggest otherwise, wouldn't they?

-Soon as I find Sunil, this is over.

-I take it he's still managing to elude your grasp.

-Don't worry, I'll catch him.

-I hope so.

-I watch the DVD every single day.

-Yeah?

D'you have to tell people I collapsed?

-They're so happy! The perfect couple.

-I have to tell your consultant.

THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER

-Bet you know someone who went.

-Went where?

-The Royal Wedding, of course!

No, I don't.

Oh.

-Hey, be careful.

-They are.

Excuse me.

Er, Nurse Lane, could you book him in for a CT scan as soon as possible, please?

You took your time.

-Sorry.

-I heard about your heroics downstairs.

-Hardly heroic.

-Ollie on the spot.

-The guy had an SVT. He's on your list for this afternoon.

-Thoracoscopy, I know.

-Right, well.

-So this SVT...

-Yeah?

You diagnosed it without a heart monitor?

-It was kind of obvious, I just...

-So you guessed.

-No...

Cos if you'd been wrong, a carotid sinus massage could have killed him.

-The guy presented with...

-You should have sent for a monitor.

Right.

And while you were waiting you could have got me my skinny latte.

What with me being your personal valet(!)

Is that the sound of a worm turning?

-Nurse, can we have a minute?

-You look like a man in a hurry.

-When can I start?

-Are you serious?

-Yes.

-That was a quick.

-You want someone decisive.

-What about notice?

Notice isn't an issue.

My department closes in seven days and I don't have a new training post yet!

How does tomorrow sound?

-This is real, isn't it?

-I can get a contract e-mailed over today.

-Let's do it.

-Good man.

-Any false teeth?

-No.

Body piercings?

No.

That's it.

Oh.

What d'you bring those things for?

For luck! For good luck!

-Can Christopher have a drink?

-What?

-Can Christopher have a cup of tea?

-I already told you, not until after surgery.

-But that's just stupid.

-Not unless you want him to choke on his own vomit.

-What?

-No tea, OK?

-But...

All right?

-Valentine, have you done those files yet?

-I haven't even started...

-Oh, well, forget them for now.

-Right.

-I want you in the wet lab.

-Again.

-I have a nice pair of pig's lungs awaiting you...

-Oh, can't wait(!)

-Problem?

-Pig's lungs, file weeding - it's all quality stuff...

-Oh, I'm so sorry if we're boring you.

-Not at all.

Tell me, what is up with you this morning?

Must be the worm in me.

You know how this works.

I set you mind-numbingly mundane tasks and you follow them without question.

Whatever.

SHE SIGHS

-Morning.

-Hi.

-Nice to see you, too(!)

-I didn't realise you were in.

I know you fixed it so we wouldn't collide

-but I've put myself back on the same shifts as you.

-Why?

I've only got a few days left before I'm shipped out to St Jimmy's. I want to spend it

-with my favourite people.

-You should've told me.

-Can we put the other week behind us?

-If you insist.

-I do.

Oh, well, no rest for the wicked. I've got to speak to Michael.

-Cosying up to the opposition, eh?

-Traitor till the end, that's me.

Sunil, it's Michael, again. Look, it's not too late to fix this, all right?

So call me or come in and talk face to face.

-No joy?

-If I don't find him they're going to crucify me.

-Not Hanssen.

-Are you kidding?

-It's not his style.

He sneaked you in behind my back quick enough.

Hey.

-Found anything?

-No.

-Right. Well, just keep me in the loop.

-I will do.

GENTLE KNOCK AT THE DOOR

LOUDER KNOCK AT THE DOOR

INSISTENT KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Yes?!

Bad time?

Oh! Can you smell that?!

-What?

-Freedom.

Ah! You two look happy.

-Whoa, what's that?

-It's just a little needle...

Just a... Don't!

-BUZZER

-It's OK.

-I don't like it.

-It's OK, it doesn't hurt.

-I don't like needles!

-OK, OK...

-Paula...

-I'm putting it away.

-Look at me, Paula.

-I know!

-Eyes, Paula! Eyes, Paula, eyes, Paula.

-What's going on here?

-Look at me, Paula, eyes.

-Where is it?

-You can't just set the alarm off...

-She was scared!

-What if it was an emergency...!

-Stop yelling at me!

You'll upset my baby!

You're pregnant?

-How long?

-Four months.

-One week, three days.

Congratulations.

You want to feel?

-Not much happening.

-Must be asleep.

-Mm.

-Aah.

-Want a go?

-No, thanks...

Yeah, it's definitely asleep. Excuse me. Nurse Lane?

Shouldn't really.

Got lunch later with the Board of Trustees.

Got to update them on the FT application.

All going to plan, isn't it?

-Unless you know otherwise?

-No.

-It's all fine my end.

-We're so close I can taste it.

-KNOCK AT THE DOOR

-Come.

Ah, Spence. How's my plastics unit?

-Yeah, it's, er... It's all good.

-Glad to hear it.

Right.

I'll leave you to it.

Er...

I hope you're co-operating with Ms Shah.

Well, I'm just hoping she doesn't dig up anything else on Sunil.

Right, what do you want?

-I need a straight answer from you.

-Let's see what the question is first, shall we?

-If I don't find that son of a bitch, what happens to me?

-It depends.

-On?

How ugly it gets, and how public.

Are you setting me up?

I didn't say that.

Because if I take the heat for this...

-Shocking as it may seem...

-There's no second act...

-..I entirely believe...

-I have four kids, an alimony the size of Mount Fuji...

-So it's all about the money, is it?

No, it's about not getting screwed.

This is no time to panic, Mr Spence.

You have a career to salvage and I have a hospital to protect.

Those two things are not necessarily mutually exclusive.

So if you continue to co-operate with Ms Shah,

and her investigations fail to unearth anything more sinister,

we may yet carve a path through this minefield.

Well, that's torn it.

Start again.

Why don't you just do it yourself?

Fine. I'll show you how a real surgeon does it.

Right, let's do this.

What's the verdict?

It's not good news, I'm afraid, Josh.

We never say never,

but the damage to your spine is almost certainly irreparable.

What?

I know it's a lot to take in but...

we can get you plenty of help...

with the practical and the emotional stuff.

Eddi...

Er, excuse me.

-Josh...

-Just get out!

Now!

Just don't, OK?

PHONE RINGS AT OTHER END

'This is Henrik Hansson, please leave a message.'

There, perfect.

Absolutely brilliant.

Why, thank you.

But utterly pointless.

You still don't get what you're doing in here?

-No, that's not it.

-Then what?

-I've had enough.

-Of?

The endless, monotonous, repetition...

not to mention the constant insults and the condescension.

Are you trying to divorce me?

Not just you. Medicine.

What?

I've been head-hunted.

By which particular tribe of pygmies?

As of tonight,

I'll be gone.

What are you going on about?

Ask Hanssen.

-Oliver, you haven't?

-Yep.

To do?

I've been offered partnership

at a recruitment company.

SHE SNIGGERS

-Tell me you're taking the...

-Afraid not...

-You're still on the payroll today and I want that doing again.

-Why?

Because I'm your boss and I said so.

Fine.

And make sure you make a better job of it this time.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Brought you a coffee.

Cheers.

Is it true?

What?

You're leaving?

Yeah, afraid so.

Are you sure you're not just having a bad day?

Had rather too many of those lately.

But...

Look, thanks for the coffee and the concern...

..but as you can see...

-Well?

-I compared the cost of the implants with previous batches across the last two years...

-And?

-And...

the defective ones were half the price.

-Sunil Bhatti knew what he was doing.

-It was a coincidence otherwise.

-There were no other cheap batches?

-No.

-This only started after he arrived at Holby?

-It looks that way.

Right, how many women are there still out there with these?

-Two.

-Have you called them?

-Yes, they're on their way.

-Do they know why?

-Not yet.

-Next step?

-Explain the problem, offer corrective surgery.

And gently persuade them not to go public.

-Best of luck with that one.

-No, I'd like you to deal with it, please.

-These are my patients.

-You can talk them through the surgical detail.

-I want Ms Shah to deal with the emotional fall out.

-Right.

-Problem?

-No.

Mendacity never did suit you.

Well, I was supposed to go to a kid's assembly.

Oh, I see.

Do you get much help at home?

Social worker checks we've got our shopping in.

That's good.

Christopher does all that stuff.

Yeah?

I'd forget all the time.

Do you know what you're having?

A girl.

Awww, any names?

Katherine.

Ah, your own little princess.

-Yeah.

-I bet you'll be great.

Yeah, I'm going to love her so much.

-Even the pooey nappies?

-Oh, everything!

I can't wait to be a family.

-All set?

-Wait!

What's the problem?

Can I give you something?

Now?

Yeah.

-What is it?

-A list.

-Of?

-Stuff Paula needs to remember.

-What?

-Shopping, cleaning and that.

-Um...

She forgets if I'm not there to look after her.

-I'll pass it on.

-No! You've got to explain everything to her.

-That's not my responsibility.

-Get it all in her head.

Isn't that a job for your social worker?

-They'll take the baby off her.

-But...

-And the flat.

I'm sure that's not going to happen.

They'll say she can't manage on her own.

You're probably going to be home in a couple of days.

-If something goes wrong?

-That's highly unlikely.

-You'll talk to her?

-I'm not going to be here after today.

-She trusts you.

She told me.

I'm relying on you.

Fine.

-Only if something bad happens.

-Got it.

Yeah, I know. I know you can't give me an exact date.

I just want a rough idea. I mean, what are we talking about?

Is it days or weeks or what?

No, thank you. Thank you for absolutely nothing.

Just seeing if the spinal unit had their place available for Josh yet.

-You know they haven't.

-He shouldn't be here.

-But as long as he is...

-It's wrong.

-..we must give him the best care possible.

If I'd been doing that, I wouldn't have got his hopes up.

-Don't be so hard on yourself.

-He's just a kid.

Which is why we need...

Which is why he needs a different nurse.

No, he doesn't.

PHONE RINGS

Can I help you?

I'm here to see Michael Spence.

The very man.

Michael!

-Is that one of the...?

-Yep.

Come here, you.

-You two old friends?

-Don't you just want to put him in your pocket?

-Absolutely.

-Michael helped me with modelling.

-Oh, you're a sculptor?

-What? Is he the ward comedian?

Something like that.

I've never looked back since he worked his magic on the twins.

Really?

So, what did you rush me down here for?

-Well, actually, we'd like to talk about that in private.

-We?

Are you the girl I spoke to on the phone?

Yes.

Oh. Lovely skin.

All right, why don't we do this in my office?

Lead the way, gorgeous.

-What's going on?

-Nothing.

Funny kind of nothing.

-Have you finished those lungs for me?

-It's these lungs I'm worried about.

-Chris Peyton's CT.

-Who?

-The guy with the learning difficulties.

-Oh.

That explains the SVT, though.

-Better talk him through it.

-Yeah.

I should warn you his wife is easily upset.

I meant you.

-Wouldn't it be better coming from a consultant?

-He's your patient.

-I know that.

-Unless you feel it's going to ruin your day.

-No.

-Fine, then. One last chance to be a good doctor.

So you've had no chest pain?

-No.

-No change in the shape of your breasts?

What is this? A customer survey?

Well, I'm afraid it's a little more serious than that.

Unfortunately, we discovered the implants were part of a defective batch.

What?

There's a chance the silicone could leak if they're left in.

-So you've got to take them out?

-No, replace them.

I'm sure there'll be no more problems once we've completed it.

Oh. Well, if you're replacing them...

I just want to say, I am very sorry for this.

No, it's not your fault.

So, is it just me who's got these dodgy ones or...?

Well, let's just say that... we fix all of them.

And how much is this going to cost me?

Obviously, in the circumstances, the hospital will foot the bill.

-Well, when do you want me in?

-We were hoping possibly later today.

When was the last time you ate?

I had a banana and a coconut water after my karaoke spin class.

-And what time was that?

-Nine this morning.

-Do you want to go for it?

-Yeah, might as well.

I'll book you in.

-Just one thing.

-Yeah?

-Is it all right if I go up a size?

-Sorry?

-32 EE.

-This isn't about cup size, Zoe.

-What odds does it make to you?

-This is a health issue.

-It's just two out, two in, isn't it?

-I'm sure that'll be fine.

-And a Brazilian butt lift.

-What?

-Right, OK. I don't think the NHS runs to Brazilian butt lifts.

-Oh.

-Let's just stick to the important stuff, shall we?

-If you insist.

Chris, I've got the results of your scan.

-Did I have a heart attack?

-No.

-Thank God.

-But...

-I was dead worried.

-There is a problem.

What do you mean?

There are a lot more cysts on your lungs than we first thought.

-Really?

-After your first test, there was only one.

-But now there are five or six in one lung alone.

-Am I going to die?

Er, the sheer number of cysts involved

means there is an increased chance of damage...

-What about Paula?

-..To the lung tissue.

Who's going to look after her and the baby?

-..Have to be made...

-I do all the routine!

-So you keep telling me.

-You've got to get rid of them.

-If you could please concentrate.

-Please, Doctor. I'm scared.

They won't let her keep it, I know they won't.

I'm like that as well!

Guess what Chantelle bought me?

-Yeah?

-Are you all right?

Yeah, course I am.

-You don't look it.

-Chris is fine.

Don't you think a nice cup of tea would go down well with that chocolate, Nurse Lane?

Yeah.

Come on, Paula. I'll brew up.

Thank you.

-Sir Fraser has left the building.

-Good.

-Have the implant women arrived?

-Zoe Clinton, she's...

-Spare me the details. Any word on Sunil Bhatti?

-Not yet.

-If there's anything positive to report, I'll be in my office.

-That is minging.

I need you to sign here and here.

One for each boob.

Very funny.

-Are you a bit hassled?

-I'm fine.

It's just normally you're so smiley and shiny.

It's been a tough day.

Have there been ructions over these implants? They're not going to sack you?

Well, at this point, who knows what's going to happen.

You're like me, aren't ya?

Your career is everything.

Yeah.

-So you don't need any more trouble.

-No.

Like someone refusing to sign their form

unless they got a free butt lift.

You're a real comedian today.

I know the NHS won't do it, but I don't mind private.

-Are you being serious?

-Try me.

Don't take it personal.

It's only business.

-Chantelle.

-Yeah?

I've got something I might need you to pass on to Paula for me.

Sure, what is it?

Paula's daily routine. Chris asked me to talk her through it if his op' didn't go to plan.

He must really trust you.

-Terrible judge of character.

-Don't be daft.

-Problem is, he's going to be here longer than I am.

-S'pose so.

Could you make sure she gets it if something happens after I've gone.

OK.

Thanks.

Can't bear the thought of her trying to cope on her own with that baby.

No.

That's if they even let her keep it at all.

Hey, got some leaflets about counselling and stuff.

I thought they might be worth a read.

I'll just leave them on the bed.

I actually thought everything would be all right.

I Googled how long people can live like this.

Yeah?

It's amazing.

You can go on till you're 90 or something.

70 years in a wheelchair.

I can't live like this.

Josh, there's no reason why you can't have a full...

Look, they're only cliches cos they're true...

Will you help me?

Help you what?

-Well, I'd rather be dead than...

-No... What?

-Just get me the right drugs, I'll do the rest.

-Don't be stupid.

-I just want to sleep.

Stop it!

-Eddi, just help me!

-No!

Can I have Josh Cahill on observation every ten minutes, please?

BEEPING

I'm sorry, but we can't all just come running every time he coughs.

-Oh, shut up moaning.

-There is no need for that.

-What's the problem?

-She's telling her off.

-Have you heard of the boy who cried wolf?

You remind me of Mary Peel.

He got into a lot of trouble.

She used to bully me.

Can you not see you're upsetting her?

She pinched my favourite photo of Princess Diana.

-What?

-Paula's a big fan of the Royal Family, OK?

I can see there's a lot of bonding going on here, so I'll...

In future, if you need anything, come and find me, OK?

If by, "Future", he means the next three hours or so.

Thought you were due at an assembly.

When Holby calls.

Working on the mystery patient?

-What?

-I'm confused.

-About?

-Why you and the Yank are as thick as thieves.

-We're not as thick as thieves.

-Must be seeing things.

-You must be.

-C'mon, what's going on?

-Nothing.

I'm out of here next week, what harm could it do?

All set?

Yeah.

Guess where I am. Hospital.

No, it's fine, Mum, it's just my boobs.

-Zoe.

-Hello? Stupid phone.

Can you keep this to yourself right now.

It was only my mother.

Yeah.

Oh, my God! Hello, hun!

Hello, Mr Spence.

Yeah, Mrs...

Kennedy.

Remember me?

Some bits of you more than others.

I was in the next room.

Chantelle?

You in for the same thing as me?

No idea.

Can you show Mrs Kennedy into the office?

OK.

-I thought this was urgent.

-Ah, yes, it is but we are due in theatre,

-so we will be with you as soon as possible.

-Whatever you say.

Want to come with me?

Poor thing, she had a terrible time of it.

Cancer.

-Greg?

-Yeah.

Can you look after that patient for me?

Only if you reveal all.

Forget it.

All right, joking.

Anything she needs.

She gets.

Thank you.

Christopher?

Christopher, speak to me!

Speak to me, please!

Just keep breathing for me, Chris. Excuse me.

-Just keep breathing for me, Chris. Get her out of here, please.

-Christopher!

OK, I need a chest drain.

-Nurse Lane.

-What's the problem now?

Surgical emphysema.

-He's deteriorating quickly. First step?

-Drain's on its way.

-Subsequent course of action?

-VATS.

-Get him prepped.

Will do. Quickly, please!

Get on with it.

See you in theatre.

Don't forget to shut the fridge.

-OK.

-And put the snip on the door.

Chris, please, you'll see Paula later.

-I'm taking him for his anaesthetic now.

-Bye.

-Love you.

-Love you, too.

Doctor, don't forget my list.

You won't need it.

What are you doing here?

Sorry?

I said prep him for theatre, not scrub in.

Why not?

What's the point?

He's my patient.

You're going, aren't you?

I know that.

Have you any idea how tedious it's been standing over you

while you wire dummy chests and stitch pigs lungs?

All of that time and effort, for what?

So you can bugger off to some recruitment firm?

I made him a promise.

You also took an oath which seems to mean sod all to you.

Don't make me beg.

Fine, have your day in the sun.

Thank you.

Look, Josh, I know this is hard and I wish your mum was here

just as much as you do, believe me, but she's not,

so we're just going to have to try and battle through this the best that we can until she gets here.

Josh, what are you doing?

What are you doing, Josh?

Stay away from me.

What have you got in your mouth? Open your mouth!

Show me what's in your mouth.

Josh, spit them out.

Josh! Spit them out now!

-Spit them out, Josh! Please stop!

-No.

Josh! Josh, stop! Stop! Stop!

Have you swallowed any? Josh! Have you swallowed any? Listen to me.

-Have you swallowed any?

-Just let me die.

Show me. Open your mouth.

Spit them out, Josh, please.

-I need you to tell me the truth, have you swallowed any?

-No!

No, all right?

Just so you know before we begin, Mr Valentine is abandoning medicine

to pursue a career in the wonderful world of recruitment.

So let's give him a proper send-off

and keep his final patient out of the clutches of the Grim Reaper, shall we?

We fix these patients and you've got a real shot of survival.

You think?

Get in there and do what you do best.

Thanks.

All right, people, let's get this show on the road.

MACHINES BEEP

Why don't you come back onto the ward?

I want to wait here.

-You're getting yourself in a tizz.

-No, I'm not.

At least have a sit down.

How long do these things usually take?

-They've only just started.

-Ugh.

I hope he's OK.

Come on, I'll make us a brew.

-Paula?

-Just get off me!

I'm staying here till I know he's OK.

-Well, if you need anything...

-I just need Chris.

This is bound to get its claws into you.

I don't want a case like Josh's, all right?

That's why I took the job on AAU.

You can't turn your back on him now, no matter how much it hurts.

That's really easy for you to say.

No, it's not.

How's he doing?

Physically, he's OK.

Did you call psych?

-They're going to send someone down later.

-Yeah?

They barely even batted an eyelid.

They seemed to think it's a perfectly natural reaction.

You know, he's going to need you more than ever now.

For God's sake, I'm his nurse, not his mother!

Maybe it's not a simple as that.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Sorry to bother you.

Always a pleasure to hear that well-polished brogue.

-A patient is asking to see you on Darwin.

-I don't have patients there.

She belongs to Mr Spence.

So find him.

He's in theatre, and she's demanding to see you.

Then you'll have to disappoint her, won't you?

Ms Shah said she was a top priority.

Do you have a name?

No. She's a breast cancer case.

OK, that's the left side clear.

Knife.

MUTED SHOUTING: Christopher!

What's she doing here?

Paula, please!

What are you doing to him?!

Can someone deal with this, please?

Paula, it's OK.

Christopher!

SHE SOBS

No! No!

-No!

-Paula. Paula!

Eyes.

-No! No! Please, please... No!

-Paula. Paula!

Eyes.

Eyes. OK?

Everything's going to be fine.

Please don't let him die.

-Damn it.

-What?

-I must've nicked it when she banged on the window.

-What do we do?

-You'll have to do the right side.

-But...

MONITOR BEEPS

Your lead, Valentine.

Shouldn't we page Mr Hope?

He'll be dead before he gets here. Get on with it.

Can you see what's going on in there?

One of the cysts has ruptured.

Then remove it.

Right.

-What are you waiting for?

-Nothing, I just...

-You can do this.

-I know!

So, show me.

All right.

Knife, please.

More bloods.

Higher up in the third space.

Trocar.

Stapler, please.

Now staple and cut it. Just like you did with our prize porkers.

Done.

You get all of it?

Yeah.

What did I tell you?

Thanks.

Now get the rest out.

What do you mean, defective?

The shell membrane of the implant is slightly permeable,

which in the instance of a rupture can give rise to bleed.

-Bleed?

-Leaking.

Of?

Silicone gel.

-At last.

-My sentiments exactly.

-Mrs Kennedy.

Ms Shah, a word? Don't hesitate to contact my office if you can.

-I thought you were the one person I could rely on.

-I am.

-She was unaware for over an hour.

-We were going to theatre...

-More excuses.

-I did not ask to be dragged into this.

-Good as new. That's what you told me.

-Yes, and this time, they will be.

-Is this a regular occurrence?

-No, of course not.

Do you buy from car boot sales?

-Mrs Kennedy, I know this all seems unfair right now.

-I had cancer.

I had a mastectomy.

Wasn't that enough without poisoning me?

That's not happening. I promise.

It's in your best interest to have this operation as soon as possible.

-I want to talk to someone first.

-Who?

-A lawyer.

Mrs Kennedy, please, just give us the chance to put this right.

Best of luck, then.

Hey.

Just brought you a new packet of razor blades.

Funny.

Well, you've got to laugh.

Do you want a cup of tea?

I might need a bath.

Must've happened while I was asleep.

Don't worry about it.

Here he is now, Paula.

Is he all right?

He's going to be fine.

Thank you, Doctor.

Don't thank me. It was mostly his doing.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

You're very welcome.

Stop it. You'll get me going!

Sunil, it's me.

Looks like we've got a handle on this thing, so...call me.

S'cuse me, Doctor!

I was just wondering if you could do me an absolutely massive favour.

How're you feeling?

-Good.

-Just need to check your dressings.

Boo!

Where did you come from?

Oh, the Doctor got me a camp bed, so I can sleep here.

-What should I do with your list?

-Throw it in the bin.

Doctor, it's Chris's birthday soon and we're having a party for him.

Aw, lovely!

And we'd just love it if you came.

-Um...

-You, too.

-Great!

You're our special guest.

-In that case, I'll definitely be there.

-Yes!

KNOCK ON DOOR

You finished?

Not yet.

I've been talking to Sacha.

About?

About getting you home.

Seriously?

Well, it's not doing you any good hanging round here ,is it?

-No.

-If we get your house a ramp and some help, you could come to the Spinal Unit as a day patient.

You trying to get rid of me?

Yeah. Yeah, cos I can't stand the sight of you.

Got a lot to get used to.

It's not going to be easy, Josh.

My poor Mum.

You got to be strong for each other.

Yeah.

Couple more minutes, yeah?

Should have the files weeded for you soon.

Forget it. Someone else can do them tomorrow.

Right.

What's that?

Skinny latte.

Goodbye present?

How about a decided to stay present?

-Now you've lost me.

-I don't want to go.

Dare I ask why?

I realise I belong here.

I know an expert in schizophrenia if you...

And I'll happily put up with any mindless abuse you care to throw at me.

-There is a point to all that, you know?

-I'm sure.

And one day, when I'm dishing it out myself, I'll see what that point is.

Welcome back.

Oh, crap.

-What now?

-The letter.

Josh...

Josh, you all right in there?

Josh?

Corrective surgery on both patients went well.

They seem relatively happy. I think we're home and dry.

No threat of litigation?

None.

Exposure to the media?

Nope.

Could you thank Ms Shah for her efforts when you see her?

OK, yeah, sure.

Anything else?

No.

How come you couldn't meet this friend of yours up on the ward?

Don't be nosey.

-Secret admirer, is it?

-More a group of admirers, actually.

Hello, boys!

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

I don't know what's going on but just get Hanssen down here.

MOBILE PONE RINGS

Hanssen.

-I've got to get down there.

-That's the last thing you need to do.

Oh, my God.

Obviously it was very traumatic to be told they had to come out,

but everybody's been so kind to me.

It definitely won't affect my modelling career.

In fact, Mr Spence did such a good job,

I'm hoping it'll give it a boost!

Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Henrik Hanssen, Director of Surgery.

-Excuse me!

-As Miss Clinton has kindly outlined for us,

our plastics department has discovered a problem

'with a very small batch of defective silicone breast implants.

'Obviously, this is a very sensitive issue,

'with both the health and privacy of our patients

'of paramount concern to the hospital.'

This isn't about the patients.

It's about covering your backs.

'And they have each received successful, corrective surgery.'

Miss Clinton has just undergone surgery, so I think we'll call a halt there. Thank you.

Mr Douglas, would you return Miss Clinton to the ward?

I'd just like to add that I'll be donating 50% of the proceeds

of my forthcoming autobiography, EE To Z, to breast cancer research.

-Was my lippy on straight?

-As a die.

-Mr Hanssen.

-Hmm?

-Did you get my letter?

-What letter?

-I left you a letter. This morning.

-Oh, do be quiet.

-Did the contract come through?

-Yeah, but...

-You've bottled it, haven't you?

-No, I just...

Got carried away.

I made a mistake.

-I see.

-One of many, actually.

Maybe I got you wrong after all.

Maybe.

Your loss.

I don't think so.

-Finished.

-Not necessarily.

-They need a fall guy. I'm it.

-Look, if Sunil does...

Oh, forget Sunil. He's gone. He's never coming back.

Hey, nice going, Spence!

Not now, Greg.

-I expected better from you.

-Why, Zoe?

I'm being shipped out cos of your sainted plastics department.

-Why?

-And all you can do is sell women dodgy parts!

Why would you do that?

I'm only looking after myself, gorgeous. Just the same as you.

PAULA SNORES

Does that keep you awake at night?

I like it.

-You seen Jac?

-She's in her office, I think.

-Thanks. Oh, by the way, I'm not leaving after all.

-Honest?

-You're stuck with me.

-Yes!

Sorry.

-Did you get your letter?

-No.

-Oh, dear.

-Neither did Hanssen.

-Right.

It just mysteriously vanished.

That's a stroke of luck.

-You don't know why, do you?

-Not with you.

-You didn't accidentally remove it?

Do you really think I'd be bothered with whingeing resignation letters

from angst-ridden adolescents?

-Definitely not.

-Exactly.

-Which would mean you had a heart.

-Which we both know is not the case.

-I wouldn't have it any other way.

-Of course. Come on, we've got work to do.

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