Awarded Holby City

Sahira told me about this new research award. Fancy working with me?

I've sweated my guts out over this.

-Buying her coffees and giving her foot rubs?!

-No, this is proper research!

Wow! This must have taken all night.

And this morning plus WAY too much coffee. I want to make a go at this.

Since you're enjoying it so much, I'll have part two by the end of the day.

You don't want any of these losers

trying to stick their tongues down our throats.

No.

-I made a complete fool of myself again, haven't I?

-I think I'm in love with you.

Charge to 200.

Clear.

Charge to 200.

Clear.

BEEPER GOES OFF

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

Good.

-Where is Dr Valentine?

-Don't know.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Thank you.

Thank you so much. It's a real...honour

to be nominated for such an esteemed...

-Dr Valentine, where is your pager?!

-Just dealing with a patient.

-Really?

-And how is the man in the mirror?

-Just checking it still fits.

-Never did look good in a DJ. Should be fun though, eh?

-What should?

-Tonight.

-What's tonight?

-The awards ceremony.

-You're going?

-Why wouldn't I? It's our award, our joint research.

-Right.

-How are you getting there?

-Do you want to share a cab?

-I'm in this Robotics workshop all day

so I need you to absorb some of my workload before you let your hair down, Cinderella.

OK, that's cool. Bring it on.

-I need you to clerk in all new admissions and assess my electives as and when they come in.

-Done.

-Complete my discharge summaries...

-OK.

-Then you help Mr Hope

with his summaries and patient list.

-Oh, you're serious? OK. Nothing I can't handle. It's just...

-What?

Consider it done.

Oh, and Dr Valentine...

Your fly is undone.

Air Levy One requesting to land. Permission to land. OK. Over.

Roger that Alfa, Air Levy One has returned to base.

-Aren't you a bit old for toys?

-It's not exactly a toy, is it?

Slinky, that's a toy.

-This is...

-Sacha Levy trying to hold on to his bachelor days?

-Hi.

-I thought the whole point

of bringing in all this stuff was to donate it to the charity sale,

not to play Just William in the car park.

Just William was first published in 1922 so I don't think

he'd have played with a remote controlled helicopter?

It was a quip, humorous quip. I'll leave it.

The estate agent just e-mailed this over.

-They want our mortgage agreement by the end of the day.

-Ah, OK.

-Otherwise they're putting the house back on the market.

-I'm on it. I promise.

Wow, this is really happening, isn't it?

Mm-hm. New house. New start.

And what we definitely don't need...

-Is a remote controlled helicopter?

-You're learning quickly.

-Good, thank you.

-And this can go to the dump.

I know exactly what you're thinking, for a change,

but there's no thumb I'd rather be under.

Is that the cost of the house or the GDP of a small African country?!

Fortunately I had the foresight to join a private pension scheme when I was 25.

I'm withdrawing a lump sum prematurely. So to speak.

Money can buy you a lovely looking dog, but not the wag of its tail.

Ah, come on, you're not throwing this away, are you?

Beautiful.

Oh, my God! It's the end of the world.

-Let's hope they pay us early then.

-You know my friend Crazy Amy?

-No.

Yes, you do! Crazy Amy.

Ever since we were 17, we had this pact to dine together

on Valentine's Night, after Lee Dickinson played us.

Anyway, since then we've always been together on February 14th. Like...a sisterhood.

But she called and said "Sorry, I've got a date."

So I was like "oh" and she was like, "Sorry, babe." And I was like, "It's fine!" It totally isn't fine!

-Where's he taking her?

-Restaurant in town. No voucher or anything.

Actually, maybe Crazy's done me a favour.

I'm 21, I should be dating not carrying out stupid teenage pacts.

But you haven't got a date. What about Gary from gynaecology?

-Are you kidding me?

-Well, make a new pact, then.

-With who?

With me?

What's that face for?

Cava and carbs. Only girls allowed.

-Yes?

-Fine.

-Seriously, if you're going

-to be this pathetic when we move in together.

-Don't look now...

"Oh, my God", be a bit more obvious.

Oi! Where are you going?!

It's Valentine's Day and your name is Oliver Valentine. Random.

If you think about it, it's not that random, given it happens every year.

Same date. And my surname is almost certainly never going to change.

-SHE LAUGHS

-Who's the lucky girl?

No, this is a self-tie bow tie. For the awards.

-Forgot I couldn't tie my own!

-Awards?

Ms Naylor and I are nominated for our Therapeutic Hypothermia research.

-Oh! So, it's like the Oscars for medicine?

-You ARE kidding me.

-Dr Valentine? What are you doing?

-Erm... Nothing.

Perhaps I wasn't clear earlier, that work needs to be done before you get to go anywhere.

Wow, it sounds fun. I've not been to an awards since I was in Brownies.

I didn't win anything. Brown Owl actively despised me.

Something keeping you Dr Valentine?

Do you think Ollie...Dr Valentine is taking a date to the awards?

I'm sure he could wrangle another ticket if the right lady came along.

I'm sure he's already got someone in mind.

Oh, come on, where's your fight? I've seen the way he looks at you.

It clearly states 20 years. It's here in black and white. I don't think you understand.

I'm in the process of purchasing a house.

-HE LOWERS HIS TONE

-As I've already explained, I wasn't even notified.

I didn't receive anything. No.

Can I speak to your manager, please?

Flynn Thomas? I'm Mr Griffin.

-How are you feeling?

-Fine. Thank you.

-If you're fine, why are we here?

-I keep throwing up

and I've got this weird acid taste in my mouth that never goes away.

-And it hurts here.

-Any change of diet lately?

No, but I have lost a bit of weight recently.

OK. Lie down for me, I'll just take a look at your stomach.

Top up.

HE WINCES

-It's tender?

-Yeah, a bit.

OK, and lean forward for me.

How's the pain now?

-HE WINCES

-Bit more.

OK. I'm going to order...

A chest X-ray? FBCs?

Chuck in some LFTs, Us, Es and some blood cultures,

keep us here that bit longer. That'd be great(!)

-What he's...

-It's our sixth time in hospital this year.

We've been waiting hours, can't you just look at the history, give him something to make him feel better

-and let us go?

-I'm afraid it doesn't...

-Trust me.

Better men than you have tried and failed

-to find anything wrong with him.

-Marc, he's just doing his job!

Nurse Lane will take you down to X-ray as soon as there's a free slot.

Pop this on. Promise I won't look.

And just to let you know, the computers are down at the moment.

So it might take a little longer than normal.

There you are. Discharge summaries and elective assessments are done.

-Signed, sealed, delivered, they're yours.

-You know how to file them?

Sorry, Ms Naylor. Would you be free to join me in the board room?

-A veritable assault of experience on the little blighters.

-YOU!

Double espresso macchiato and a berry bar. The change is yours.

I'm in a Robotics Workshop for European doctors with bad breath and wandering hands all day.

-And that means all day.

-Right.

Mr Hope, your discharge papers are on your desk. They need to be signed.

-Are you going to go there now, or...?

-So, Oliver, how are you?

-Sorry?

Well, it's Valentine's day. I remember last year, there were remarks, jokes really,

directed at you and your sister. The Valentine Siblings. I just thought... You'll be OK?

-Of course.

-I hope you don't think...

-Not at all. Discharge summaries are done. Ms Salama needs repeat bloods.

I read through your Therapeutic Hypothermia Research last night, it really is very impressive.

-I know that Penny would have been very proud of you.

-Thank you.

-I hope you don't mind me going off like this.

-Mr Hope, the awards do start at half seven.

Tell me, Oliver, you're a young gun. How does one relate?

How do I engage with the kids, on their level and give a knockout presentation?

What is it that you want to do exactly?

It's for the Llewellyn Foundation.

A trial scheme to encourage underprivileged kids into medicine.

I'd stop using the phrase "young gun" for a start.

-Yes, yes. Good advice. Jolly good.

-Why don't we come to your office?

I can give you my thoughts and you can sign the discharge papers.

No such luck, I'm afraid.

We've just had a transfer from AAU. Peter Parker.

-Ms Naylor revived him this morning.

-You're here. Good.

24-year-old male. Extreme blunt trauma to the abdomen.

Irregular heart rhythm was spotted following deterioration into VF.

Suspected valve incompetence.

Amiodarone administered in order to stabilise.

Right. Thank you. Sorry, which department are you from?

Which department ARE you from?

I'm Dr Parker. Dr Alice Parker.

Alice, give it a rest.

She's my sister.

I know, I heart Kurt too. With his cute hair and his big mouth.

-Have you seen all the new season?

-Pretty much.

-Don't tell me. I don't wanna know what happens.

-When you two are lawyers, will you get to wear one of those wigs?

-No.

-Only barristers and judges wear wigs.

-Oh.

OK, the results that we've had back so far indicate

that your liver function and urea and electrolytes are normal,

-and the blood culture is negative.

-So nothing wrong with him then?

However, your blood count shows you're slightly anaemic

which is probably secondary to an underlying problem. So we really need to wait for the X-ray.

Do you know how long this X-ray is going to take?

Hello? Am I talking to myself here?

Your friend is ill and until he's had the X-ray,

-he's not going anywhere.

-My friend?

-Leave it.

-Flynn isn't my "friend".

If you've got a problem with that, then I guess we need another doctor.

I assure you there's no problem.

Mr Griffin didn't mean anything by that.

Can you chase up the X-ray, please?

Mr Griffin?

-I'm sorry, that was really rude of me.

-No need for an apology.

We'll get there as fast as we can.

We've got a dinner tonight with the partners from APB -

-one of the biggest Magic Circle firms.

-I'm not sure I follow.

If we name drop the partners in our training contract applications, it will be a massive advantage.

-Perhaps you should rearrange?

-We can't. It's sort of how it works.

It's got nothing to do with what you know, it's who you know. Completely who you know.

I'm sorry, there's really nothing I can do.

Thank you for your time.

Can you arrange for Flynn to have 30mg of lansoprazole?

And also some... cyclizine, please.

Is there anything we can do to speed things up? Anything I can do?

If you can get the Keller server back up and running, then yes.

They're so cute.

That's your clinical diagnosis, is it?

But it's your pension, why can't you take it out? That's not fair.

That was my argument, but they've changed the terms.

You must be in the scheme for 25 years, not 20, before you can withdraw.

-So how did you not know that?

-That's something I'm eager to not dwell on.

DOOR BUZZES

I can't get used to this. It's enormous! It's twice the size.

-So what are you going to do?

-Apart from break Chrissie's heart,

lose the house, ruin her life, I've absolutely no idea.

Well, Mr Levy, this might just be your lucky day. Guess who's back?

She once admitted herself three times in one week

for a fungal nail infection.

-No idea. Another?

-Well, this is going to completely give it away,

but she would very much like to leave you with a little SOMIN' SOMIN' when she...passes.

Oh, no way! I'm not dealing with Jean Summers. Not today.

She's not the only crazy, rich old woman that promised you a place in her will.

Maybe it's all that natural geriatric magnetism. And besides,

if you bump her off, you can buy two new houses.

-Can't we just call Pysche and get her transferred?

-Let's go.

HE SIGHS

Right, what is it this time? Hiccups? Split ends? Chapped lips?

Actually, she, er, collapsed whilst she was out shopping

-and she hasn't regained consciousness yet.

-Oh.

Any next of kin?

Not in the file.

Who's Terry?

-Do you really think Oliver's looking for a girlfriend?

-I don't know.

-I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I'm just playing it cool, see what happens.

-You're 21!

You're giving him a Valentine's card. Bubs...

-That ain't playing it cool.

-It's simply...

a gentle reminder that I'm alive and willing to be his plus one.

-That's all.

-You're going to embarrass yourself.

OK...

if you're going to get him a card, get him a congratulations card.

Please, don't give him a Valentine's card. I'm begging you.

Fine.

Just lean forward for me.

That's it.

And back.

-# Put your left leg in Your left leg out... #

-Sorry?

-Ignore him.

-Yeah, ignore me! I only died once today.

-You're heart never stopped and you weren't dead.

-Don't ruin my story!

-Can you have my ID back, please?

-As Mr Hope explained,

it'll be returned to you when your brother's discharged.

Right, let's get you hooked up to an ECG machine and find out what's going on.

Peter can tell you exactly what's going on.

And that's the response you get. He's very good at turning his back.

-Lots of practice.

-Am I missing something here?

Two years ago, he was emaciated. Heroin chic, I believe it's called.

Although coke was the drug of choice back then.

Top of your class, were you? He is on something.

Anabolic steroids?

Are you being serious?

No, it's one of my funnier jokes.

Are we keeping you?

If there's something you're not telling us,

you're putting your health at serious risk.

If you're using any drugs, we need to know about it.

-I haven't.

-He's a very accomplished liar.

I haven't taken anything for months! Not that you'd know.

How is London?

-Can you tell her to go, please?

-I'm not going anywhere.

Let me get the ECG machine.

-Any luck tracking down the elusive Terry?

-No, nothing yet.

-I've just got her ready to go down to CT.

-Oh, great.

-Levy, I need a favour. I need you to keep an eye on my list today.

-Sure.

-I have a 74-year-old woman waiting for me in reception.

-Bit old for you?

That's a very quick wit, Nurse McKee.

Anyway, she hasn't found a finer pair of hands to smooth her out ever since

I gave up the Tuesday morning Botox clinic. After today, I am referring her on.

Ah, the pinnacle of every surgeon's career - the Tuesday morning Botox clinic.

It's a shame you weren't there. I do offer a very generous staff discount.

Excuse me.

Do you know what? We really need a next of kin here.

-What is it?

-Atrial fibrillation.

Sounds like a character from Star Trek.

It confirms what we suspected - a heart murmur. However, we may also

have right ventricular hypertrophy, where the heart muscle is enlarged,

-which may be...

-May be indicative of a damaged valve due to

the endocarditis. A result of intravenous drug use.

-I used to watch Star Trek, she used to watch ER. Can you tell?

-Let's not jump to conclusions.

-I want to follow up with an echo.

-"I want to follow up with an echo-oh."

Very good. It simply shows us whether there's any damage to the valves.

So drugs DO have consequences.

We don't know what has caused the damage, if indeed there is any damage to the valve.

-But it would require surgery?

-If that is the case,

we will book Peter in for a theatre slot tomorrow morning.

I'd like to scrub in.

-Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

-Can I speak to Mr Hope?

-Not possible.

-Could you make him available, please? I'd really like to scrub in.

-Alice...

Dr Valentine, I'd very much appreciate it

-if you didn't patronise me.

-I'm not patronising you.

-Are you expecting visitors?

-No.

You'll be here for some time, some company may do you good. Friends, family...

-Your parents?

-Our parents are dead.

I'm very sorry.

-Chan, you're a nurse.

-I know. You are too.

No. You're a nurse. Oliver's a doctor.

-And being super observant, you'll have noticed doctors and nurses get together all the time, right?

-OK!

What's the name of the tub that you wash in?

-A sink?

-No.

You fill it with water, sit in it, rubber duck?

-A bath?

-Exactly. In Oliver's world, it's b-ar-th.

My point is, doctors like him see nurses like you as colleagues, not as equals.

-You been watching Downton Abbey again?

-You're from two completely different worlds, Chan.

It's like somebody from Cardiff and someone from Port Talbot.

They don't mix. Not ever.

No, I ordered a ready-tied bow tie. BEEPER GOES OFF

You sent a self-tie. Yes, of course I checked it

when it arrived, but the guy had gone. ..Well, that's not my fault!

Because he was driving away!

LABOURED BREATHING

Peter?

Some help, please?

-ALARM STARTS

-We need a doctor now!

-I...can't... I can't...

-HE GASPS

Yes, I did order it before 1 o'clock, but you sent the wrong one,

so it's not my fault. BEEPER CONTINUES

Forget it.

MACHINE BEEPS

LABOURED BREATHING CONTINUES

Tell me you weren't seriously going to do that?

You said the problem was with his heart? Why is this happening?

AIR RUSHES THROUGH

BREATHING CALMS

B-ar-th.

Bath!

B-ar-th. Bath!

The rain in Spain stays...

Oh, hiya. Can I have a milky tea with three sugars, please?

Oh, and a chicken fock-cak-ia?

Um, it's pronounced focaccia.

Oh, come on, don't be like that. Hey, what about your fock-cak-ia?

-Any luck with Terry?

-No, not yet.

-Any other relatives?

No, but ED will send up the handbag she had with her when she collapsed.

Hopefully, there'll be something in there, cos we've no records.

-Right, let me know what happens and can you get it back from CT as soon as possible?

-Yeah.

Chrissie? Hang on a second.

-Daniel has been accepted into the nursery.

-Ah.

I've got a meeting with the school next week to talk about admissions.

It's such a great feeder school for secondary schools too. We couldn't be in a better catchment area.

Oh... Yay!

Grow a pair, Levy!

Did you always want to be a nurse?

-Or a vet. Ever since I was little.

-Must be nice doing what you want.

You're a student. You should be doing what you want 24/7.

-You do want to be a lawyer, yeah?

-It's not that simple, is it?

Nurse Lane, the systems are back. I need results for

Mr Rigby, Mr Davis and Ms Irene half an hour ago. Where's Nurse Jones?

She...was chasing up the X-ray results.

I'm going to need bloods from bed one.

I'll call down for her.

Sorry.

Doesn't matter.

I was just saying...when we got to uni, I thought it'd be different.

Thought the fight was over.

But he got worse...

Everything got worse.

Who did? Who got worse?

Doesn't matter...

OK. Don't worry about that. Just sit down

-and take deep breaths for me.

-HE GASPS

Deep breaths and relax...

Flynn?

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. You're OK. Breathe.

Look at me. Deep breaths.

In...and out.

That's it. Nice and calm.

That's better.

-You get used to it after a while.

-This has happened before?

-Excuse me. Where did you get that from?

-I bought it.

-Why?

I like to take things apart and put them back together again.

No, no way. No, sorry.

Thank you.

You owe me £10.

Flakes, where are you? I can't keep covering for you.

-Dr Valentine. Are you busy?

-Yes.

It's just, Chantelle.

Nurse Lane. Well, not all the time,

but sometimes, she gets a bit carried away.

-Like when we looked for flats...

-Sorry. I must concentrate on this.

But she's sweet, too. She's really sweet.

Uh, Mr Hanssen? A quick question, if I may?

I have a patient displaying a right ventricular hypotrophy

and there seems to be an abnormality on the RVOT...

-Your patient?

-Not exactly.

-Whose?

-Mr Hope's.

-The question?

-Not really a question, actually, per se, more of...

The reports I've heard of you have been complimentary,

-but I can't help thinking that perhaps they've failed to convey your lack of clarity.

-Reports?

Don't let us down, Dr Valentine.

Do you think he was stretched as a child?

What does he mean "Don't let us down"?

Do you think he's talking about the awards?

Oh, well...

Do you need me to do anything?

-So now you're stealing from kids with cancer?

-It's my stuff.

New lows, Levy. New lows.

I promise I'll make a donation to the Cancer Fund, OK?

There you go. Not a word to Sister Williams, OK?

Could've been a delayed effect of extubation.

-Change of pressure in the lungs leading to a spontaneous pneumothorax?

-Mmm.

-Though we can't rule out a pulmonary abscess?

-We can.

The X-ray was clear. ..Sorry, um,

could you find a consultant to replace me in the boardroom, please?

-OK.

-Thank you. What else?

The echo showed severe tricuspid valve regurgitation.

-We've booked him in for theatre tomorrow.

-No, I would want to replace the valve as soon as possible.

His sister is suggesting that he's using steroids.

-Urine results?

-No record of any drug abuse.

Right, so what are you suggesting?

A full head and chest MRI before we operate.

Given the pneumothorax, it's very important we err on the side of caution.

If time were on our side, perhaps.

-But the blood cultures suggest an infection, do they not?

-Yes, but...

Look, what's the hold-up? Can't we just run a tox screen?

-The urine tests have discounted any drug abuse.

-Guys, it'd be great

if you'd all stop talking about me like I wasn't even here.

Look - no track marks. No drugs.

Shock horror.

Um, no-one is accusing you of anything. Far from it.

Right, what we need to do is to replace the valve

in your heart, then deal with other symptoms you may be experiencing.

We'll be taking you to theatre shortly. Thank you.

Dr Valentine, I'd like you to assist, if you don't mind?

You're involved in the case and it's good for patient continuity.

-Problem?

-Er...

-The awards?

-If I go into theatre, I'll most likely miss them.

It's not everyday that an award is bestowed upon one, is it?

-Sorry. Can I page someone else?

-No, that's fine, I'll manage.

Thank you.

-Did you manage to speak to that doctor yet?

-Um...

We need to wait for Mr Griffin to take a look at the X-rays.

-But they've been sent back?

-I'm not too sure, I'm afraid.

I'm sure Mr Griffin won't be too long, though.

Charging 200.

-Stand clear.

-MACHINE BEEPS

Charging 360.

Stand clear.

Charging 360 again.

Stand clear.

-HEART MONITOR BEEPS

-We have output.

Right, Stef, I want oxygen and 15 minute obs, please. Thank you.

-Still no next of kin?

-No. Oh, but...

I did find this in her handbag.

"The Last Will and Testament of Jean Summers"?

Yeah. Hi, I'd like to order a cab, please?

As soon as possible.

Er, yeah, for Dr Valentine. Thank you.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Who is it?

-No-one. Work.

I wasn't lying. I haven't been taking anything. Not for ages.

Yet I look at you and I know you're lying.

There really isn't much left between us, is there?

Please go.

I'm in training.

I didn't fall off my bike because I was messing about with my mates.

I've got a trial for...for 2012.

I'm getting up every morning before work to train, after work, at lunch time.

We've got coaches and everything.

In my bag.

There's a training schedule. Look, if you don't believe me.

-I'm not guaranteed to get picked and I probably won't, but...

-I need to get some air.

-Oh, yeah, you've got good at that.

-Excuse me?

-Walking away.

-I went to be a doctor.

-I went to make something of my life.

-You went to make a life without me.

You weren't even at the funeral. I was the one

who had to organise everything while you were too busy getting high.

Pick yourself up a Blue Peter badge on your way out.

I was the one who had to stand there, alone,

while pitying strangers whined, "I'm so sorry for your loss."

Er, Mr Spence? HR would like you to speak to a bunch of hoodlums in the boardroom

about how medicine is a more lucrative career path than looting.

-Do I look like a baby-sitter?

-No, like the one who sleeps with the baby-sitter.

-You're on fire today.

-Is this for the Llewellyn Foundation?

-Yeah.

-OK, I'll take it from here.

Whoa... The Llewellyn Foundation?

-All right, what's that?

-Er, it's a youth charity.

I think some of the board are connected to it

and whoever shows an interest could probably earn some Brownie points for that AAU Clinical Lead.

-As I said, I'll take it from here.

-Mm-hm(!)

Can we contact Jean Summer's GP, see if they've got a next of kin on their records, please?

Do you really want some long-lost relative turning up to contest the will? That money is yours.

-Can we please stop with the ridiculousness?

-What? You saw it in black and white.

She left you everything! OK, fine...

So, if she doesn't die and the will isn't valid,

what are you going to do then, Sacha? Sell one of your kidneys?

Why aren't I a consultant?! Damn me and my lack of ambition.

Please, you really want to end up like Michael Spence?

Eddi McKee, you're a genius.

What? Where are you going?

Hi.

Hi.

I remember, when me and my sister were younger, we argued all the time.

You don't always have to be the strong doctor.

They died last year. RTA.

Drunk driver.

He left me to bury them.

Alone. While he was too busy snorting whatever he could find.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Please, don't let me hold you up.

I do know what it's like to lose someone close.

Don't be left with regrets.

LABOURED BREATHING

ALARM BEEPS

GRUNTS IN PAIN

I got the son's number from the GP.

-I just got off the phone with him.

-Who, Terry?

No, James. They've had no contact in over ten years.

He said she's been drowning in debt for years.

-The bank are trying to repossess everything.

-Good Lord.

-So Jean Summers isn't going to make you rich after all?

-Well, it's a good job I have a Plan B.

Levy, I've e-mailed you the client list. So just give me a ring if you have any questions.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome. Er...maybe put in a good word with Hanssen.

Botox.

You said, do I want to be more like Michael Spence? The answer is, bizarrely, yes.

-I'm taking over the Tuesday morning Botox surgery.

-Oh, come on, Sacha!

-You can't be that desperate. You're a surgeon! You must have some cash?

-Look!

I don't want to do this any more than I have to, but I'm not letting Chrissie down.

Yeah. We're just jumping in the car now.

Sure, absolutely. Yeah.

Yeah. See you shortly. OK.

-How is Princess Michael of Kent?

-What?

Oh, yah, jumping in the car now. Sure.

-CRIES OF PAIN

-Are you OK?

What are you doing?

-Perhaps you should go on your own?

-What?!

-The doctor said you're fine. There's nothing wrong with you.

-I know!

-I'm just saying...you should go on your own?

-Maybe he should rest.

-Just for tonight.

-I'm doing this for you. For us.

For a better life. Why are you being so ungrateful?

-Flynn?

-I'm not!

Let's go.

Thanks.

Are you ready, Cinders? Cab's waiting.

Wow!

ALARM BEEPS What happened?

-He's gone into SVT.

-How?

-They don't know.

-Was the MRI done?

CT results for bed one. X-ray for four and...

-Grazia for you.

-Where have you been?

Just tidying the store cupboard. It was a mess.

Where are the gays?

Been discharged, results came back all clear.

What are you doing?

Sister said she wants you to update the drugs chart.

Good to see you, Dr Valentine. Have you decided not to go to the awards?

I should still be able to make it, just.

Well, I appreciate your help. Knife, please.

So you decided not to do the MRI?

I did. Knife, please.

Do you think it may have prevented this?

-Do I think what may have prevented this?

-The MRI.

Maybe you missed something?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Wait there, I'll get the car.

ALARM BEEPS

-Adrenaline, please.

-Have you ever seen the film Groundhog Day?

Where's the son? He should be here by now?

She's in VF.

Charging 360. Stand clear.

Come on, Jean. Come on.

Charging 360 again. Stand clear.

Sacha?

Time of death - 18.55.

Damn it!

-Have I done something to annoy you?

-No.

Well, what's going on?

I don't think you and me moving in together is going to work.

Why? What's happened?

Oliver. Dr Valentine.

That cool hot, doctor that I could never get,

cos I'm just a stupid, dumb, blonde nurse who says bath?!

-I literally have no idea what you're on about.

-I saw you!

You were all over him and then you lied to me.

You think I fancy Oliver?

I think that you're not a very good friend to me and I don't want to move in with you.

Fine.

Fine.

What happened?

-I need to tell you something.

-You need to stay here. Nurse Lane, could you...?

I...I did something bad.

-There.

-What am I looking at?

-The RVOT. It looks like a lesion.

-It's not vegetation.

-Could be benign?

Shame we don't have the MRI.

Seems like a tumour.

-So what do you suggest, Dr Valentine?

-May I?

-You, scissors and forceps. Now!

-Dr Valentine?

Kidney dish.

A word please, Dr Valentine.

-What's my name?

-Sorry?

-It's a simple question.

-I don't understand?

-What's my name?

-Elliot Hope?

-And your name is Oliver Valentine.

-Right?

What's the scrub nurse's name?

-Helen something, isn't it?

-So, not "you", then.

-I didn't mean...

-I don't know where this behaviour comes from.

Perhaps these awards have gone to your head. You're better than that, Dr Valentine.

Hang on, I requested the MRI and I spotted the lesion!

-What more do you want from me?!

-Nothing. You're done here.

-So how did the charity sale go?

-Er...

-Did you think I wouldn't notice the boxes in the staff room?

-Um...

I'll get rid of them, OK? I promise.

How does one make this dog's tail wag?

Er, all canines respond best to discipline.

-I've lost you again, I mean...

-With the risk of repeating myself, I think what he's trying to say is,

"Grow a pair, Levy."

Yeah. What she said.

Flynn'll be out of theatre shortly.

You coming in?

I didn't have a choice.

I had to tell Mr Griffin.

How are you feeling?

Did you want something?

No.

Just to tell you that Flynn'll be out soon.

I took him to Berlin for his birthday last year.

We went out to this...really nice restaurant.

Ordered...champagne and food, whatever.

Thought I was the dog's. But then my card got rejected.

-Money isn't everything.

-It's not about the money. It's about people looking down on you.

You've got each other.

If you had a different family, different accent, came from a different area...

you could've been a doctor.

I love being a nurse.

Sacha? What are you doing?

Well, as you so delightfully keep putting it, I'm preparing to grow a pair.

-I'm going to have a chat with Chrissie.

-The son's just positively identified the body, so...

Oh. How was he?

Fine.

Well, it's a chapter closed, I suppose. Whatever way you look at it.

-Yeah, for him, maybe, but not for you.

-What do you mean, "not for me"?

So it turns out Jean Summers actually did leave you everything.

Her son's dropped off the only thing that can't be repossessed by the bank.

-Go on.

-Terry. Turns out he actually is the next of kin.

In a roundabout kind of way.

Come on.

Terry.

Chrissie's going to kill me.

-I'll catch you up. Is the lift out on Darwin, too?

-Yup.

-You're off then?

-Yes.

-Guess what I learned to do today?

-Can you just...

-I'll give you three guesses.

-Look, can you just get out of the way...please?

Sorry.

-Are you OK?

-Busy.

Can I be honest with you?

I hate it when you say that. It makes me nervous.

I made a mistake. With the pension. They're saying we can't get the money for another five years.

What? Why?

Apparently they've changed the terms. They said they notified me, I said they didn't.

Bottom line is, at the moment we can't get it.

Well, we look for another house. One we CAN afford.

No, no, no. Look, I want the best for Daniel, OK?

The best schools, the best education, and I want the best for us.

-The pension scheme won't release the money, but we can still buy the house.

-How?

I'm taking care of it.

-Taking care of it? Sacha, this is not the Mafia.

-Please, can you just trust me?

I want you to be happy, I want us to be a family, and...

I've sorted it.

Honestly.

Trust me.

OK.

And you're sure you want to do this?

Absolut... One million percent, yes.

-What happened?

-You'll...have to speak to Mr Griffin.

-Please?

-It's called a...incarcerated hiatus hernia.

-What's that?

It's when the top of the stomach slips into the chest.

What causes it?

Obviously stress...

isn't good.

Can I have a word, please?

-Do you realise the consequences of your actions?

-I'm sorry.

But that isn't good enough. When you swapped those X-ray results,

you not only put Flynn's health at risk, you compromised the other patient too. Do you understand that?

-The names are on the X-ray film.

-I beg your pardon?

-The patients' names are on the X-ray film.

Even though I swapped them, you should've noticed they were wrong.

Your actions today...

were utterly reckless and could result in a criminal conviction.

And I'm sure I don't have to explain to you

that that would mean the end of your law career before it's even started.

When you put your career and ambition above the health and care

of my patient, your PARTNER...

That was callous and it was contemptible.

And when he's awake, I'm going to make it my business to let him know

just what kind of "friend" you are.

-It's going to be fine.

-No.

If you love somebody, you don't do that to them, do you?

Tell him I'm sorry.

-Keep the change, mate.

-Cheers.

APPLAUSE FROM THE NEXT ROOM

-Ticket.

-It's all right, mate, I'm in the awards. I've been nominated.

No ticket, no entry.

Come on, mate!

Look, that's...my...

That's my award!

I'm delighted to be a part of it...

Winning Mentor of the Year is extremely humbling.

Thank you very much.

APPLAUSE

HE GROANS

-I need you to keep still for me.

-Where's Marc?

-He's gone.

-Where? Gone where?

Please, don't do that. Don't do that.

-Where is he?

-It's OK. Just calm down.

-What's going on?

-He wants to see Marc.

-I need to leave.

-Flynn, you've just come out of a major operation.

-There's no way I can let you leave in your condition.

-You've got no legal right to keep me here.

MUSIC PLAYS

Mentor of the Year Award.

Before you start, I didn't lie to you,

but I did steal your cab.

-Elliot kicked me out of theatre.

-Why?

-I was rude to a scrub nurse.

So it was never ours to win?

I don't know where you got the impression it was a joint award in the first place.

The fact that I was invited, that it was OUR joint research, that you never said otherwise.

Those are all good points. How about the fact that I'm the consultant

and you, the F2, were lucky to be involved in the research?

You. Two glasses of champagne.

Now, come on. The great and the good of the surgical world are here.

Let's mingle, network. That's what this is all about.

Do you know the last time I wore this?

-Surprise me.

-Our graduation ball.

We were so happy. We were finally...

We were going to become doctors.

Five years of med school and not once did I think of winning anything.

You know what, let's not do this.

Congratulations on your award.

It's for my little brother. He's going to be in the Olympics.

This is a crappy Valentine's Day.

Yep.

They're such a sweet couple. It's so weird.

-So, what - he just discharged himself?

-Yeah.

I'm sorry, by the way.

For being a bitch. Saying you weren't good enough. Cos you are.

I guess I was just jealous.

You know what we need?

Alcohol?

Closure.

So, how did it go with Chrissie?

I laid down the law. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, in no uncertain terms, I told her what the deal was.

See you. Flush.

Ah, well. You are the man, just clearly not the poker man.

Full house. Thank you.

And this man...

is off to live at Ma Levy's house, aren't you? Yes, you are.

No more pork scratchings for you.

No.

Come on, now - how did it REALLY go with Chrissie?

Let's just say...

there's life in the old dog yet.

You see, nobody puts Levy in the corner.

Cheers.

Mr Hope?

Wait. Please?

-How was the ceremony?

-Uneventful. I want to apologise.

-No need.

Yes, there is. The way I behaved in theatre,

the way I spoke to you. I took advantage of your good nature and I'm sorry.

I truly am.

It's confirmed, then?

Rhabdomyosarcoma.

-He's only 24.

-Hm.

We managed to cut away some of it but it's in the heart proper now,

so we can't remove it.

What now?

Palliative care is the best we can do at this stage.

Cancer of the heart - it's extremely rare, but you spotted it.

There is that, at least.

Mr Hope, if you'd allow, I'd like to tell them myself.

-Are you sure?

-I feel like I should.

# I find shelter

# In this way

# Under cover

# Hide away

# Can you hear

# When I say?

# I have never

# Felt this way

# Maybe I had said

# Something that was wrong

# Can I make it better

# With the lights turned on?

# Maybe I had said

# Something that was wrong

# Can I make it better

# With the lights turned on?

# Oh... #

HE PANTS

# Oh

# Oh... #

Mr Thomas.

# Can I be?

# Was I there?

# It felt so crystal

# In the air... #

Dr Valentine, you are aware of the guidelines

regarding the consumption of alcohol whilst on hospital grounds?

-Turns out it was Ms Naylor that triumphed in the end.

-Hm?

-The award?

-What award?

Earlier, you were talking...

"Don't let us down," you said.

Well...

Anyone can win an award, Dr Valentine.

You see, I'm rather more interested in the debrief I've just had with Mr Hope.

Right.

Your instincts were somewhat spot-on, it seems.

Rhabdomyosarcoma is about as rare as they come.

Yes, I shall continue to keep a very close eye on your future,

Dr Valentine.

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