Eastern Promise Holby City

All right, sis?

-What do you want from me, Liam?

-I just want somewhere I can be for a while, get myself together.

You've achieved the highest score in the region.

Why did you faint?

-The blood.

-We get a lot of that in hospitals.

I've got you. I've got you.

-Liam! Liam!

-I know what I'm doing. I've got it!

-Where did you learn to do that?

-Mum's an alcky.

I have to sort her out pretty much on my own.

-This bypass machine isn't working. Can we get another one, please?

-We don't have another one.

Do you know, my office is full of outmoded machines.

The hospital wants to throw them away.

If something works, then why not use it?

Can I help you?

-What are you up to?

-Clearing this lot out.

-Where to?

-Scrap yard.

Ah. Er, no. Er, hang on a minute, some of this...

-Want me to grab that?

-No, no, it's mine.

I'm sorry, pal. I'm under orders to get rid.

It's going to the Ukraine.

-News to me.

-It's not junk.

Who are you again?

Elliot Hope.

Consultant.

Any good with backs?

No, I'm a heart man.

Sciatica's creasing me.

Look, hang on, just...

Look, mate. I've got a job to do.

If I don't shift it all, I don't get paid.

You don't understand. People's lives could be at stake.

Try telling that to my missus when she hears I've lost the contract.

Look, stop! I'm serious.

Where's your paperwork?

I haven't got any.

Then it's all going.

No, it's not.

You want to bet?

-Please, let go.

-What is wrong with you?!

HE GROANS

I'm so sorry.

Ow!

My bloody foot!

-Right. Teapot, teacups, milk, sugar.

-Right.

-And you ask if they want sugar first.

-Really?

-And look for nil by mouth signs.

-Fine.

-What does nil by mouth mean?

-Force feed them a kebab?

Very funny, Liam.

-I'm 17, not seven.

-Do you know how far up Ms Broadhurst's backside I had to crawl to get you this job?

-All right!

-Would you rather be cleaning toilets?

-No.

-Well, then.

-How's our juvenile delinquent?

-Ssh.

-Sound.

-I'm just stating a fact.

And don't hassle the patients.

-What do you mean?

-You might catch something.

You give them their tea, books, magazines, whatever they want

-and then you leave them in peace.

-God forbid I actually talk to anyone.

I'm sorry, Liam. I'm sorry to be going on, it's just...

Go on, tea's getting cold.

How's your brother settling in?

-Fine, yeah.

-Good.

I really appreciate you letting him be here.

It's not a problem.

As long as he's not a problem.

No. No, he won't be.

Excellent.

-I've been held up downstairs.

-You've definitely bust it.

-I'll be with you as soon as I can.

-I should sue you.

-Thanks.

-Are you listening to me?

-What?

I could have your job for this.

Look, if you'd left my equipment alone,

-you'd be fine.

-As soon as this foot's sorted, that gear's mine, pal.

-OK.

-What have we got?

-This is Jacqueline Casey, she's 21 years old.

-It's Jaz.

-Trad' or modern?

-Eh?

-Sorry, I forgot, you're a Take That fan, aren't you?

-What?

-Anyway, back to Jaz.

-She had a bit of an altercation with the police.

-Oh, dear.

-A face full of CS spray gave her an asthma attack.

-Miscreants at every turn. I'm Mr Hemingway.

-Right.

I'm just going to have a little look in your eyes.

(Liam! Liam! The tea.

(Concentrate.)

-Will you excuse me for a second?

-Yeah.

It's not often you see a consultant do the legwork.

Ah, any room at the inn?

-Last bed's just gone.

-My friend, Mr Donelly...

-He's no friend of mine.

..injured his foot on site.

Thanks to him.

Have you tried the ED?

-Well, I thought I'd just...

-Dump him on us?

He needs some pain relief, X-ray, and I'd immobilise the foot.

OK, no problem.

-What have you done to your ear?

-Oh, it's fine.

He's putting it on.

-Doesn't look fine.

-Some equipment fell from a shelf

and hit me on the side of the head and landed on his foot.

-Oh, aye, yeah.

-I'll have a look at it for you.

I'm needed upstairs. My patient list...

You want to leave him down here, you let me look at it.

Thank you.

-Ah, Mr Malick.

-Yeah?

-I wanted to ask you about Mrs Topping.

-Mrs...?

-Systemic lupus erythematosus.

-Right. What?

-I haven't done much on auto-immune tissue disorders yet.

-Really?

So I was wondering how you arrived at your diagnosis.

Listen, Sweet'N Lo, you're down here 'cos we're short-staffed.

You don't have to do a PhD on every patient.

Still, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the case.

If you insist. Erm...

Oh, here's the girl with all the answers.

-Excuse me, doctor.

-Yes?

-Petrenko!

-Give me one second.

Ms Lo has been sent down from Darwin to help out.

-Hi.

-Hi.

I was wondering if you could walk her through the...

-Topping.

-..case.

-I was interested to hear how...

-You know more about the patient than I do.

-Yeah, but I thought I would team you two up.

-Really?

I thought it would do Tara good to follow our straight-A student.

Amazing results.

Thank you.

Exactly what I'm aiming for.

So that's a done deal?

You're the boss.

Enjoy.

-Finished that, mate?

-Here you are.

Listen, mate. You need anything else, give us a shout, yeah?

You all right?

My eyes are killing me.

-What was it? Pepper spray?

-No, CS.

What d'you do?

Nothing.

Sounds about right.

-Ow!

-Do you need any help?

Are you going to be much longer?

-I can't see any bleeding or inflammation in there, so...

-Good.

Do you want to tell me what really happened?

-It's a long story.

-Aren't they all?

I've hit a bit of a snag with a plan I've been working on.

The hospital has stacks of disused equipment, all still working,

which we actually pay to have dumped.

-Right.

-So I thought, well, why not send it off somewhere

where it's really needed, the Ukraine?

As you do.

The only trouble is, I just found our friend Mr Donelly here

taking it all away to be scrapped.

I've got to buy some time to find a way of saving it.

Well, do you want me to try and keep him here for a while?

I would be eternally grateful.

SCREAMING

Excuse me.

It's ten times worse.

-What've you done?

-Nothing.

-It's warm.

-Her eyes were itching!

Is that right, doctor?

He was only trying to help.

-Warm water just reactivates the spray.

-I didn't realise.

-I'll take care of it. Can you sit back?

-I'm sorry.

I told you, no messing.

-I'm going to need to bathe your eyes in cold water, OK?

-Whatever.

-Can you get me some?

-Yeah.

-What are you...? Do you know what, I'll take care of it.

-But...

-Liam.

You're supposed to be on a break anyway, OK?

I'm sorry.

Forget it.

Mac, hi... Yes, I'm fine. How are you?

I just wondered if I could borrow your van for an hour?

Just got some medical equipment I need getting back to my place.

Soon as you can?

Great. Yes, I'll have the stuff waiting for you.

Watch it, mate.

-Excuse me.

-What?

Are you busy?

-So, why GS?

-Why not?

You're not tempted to specialise?

No.

I'm definitely a CT girl.

Really?

Must have felt great, beating all those students to the top spot.

Yeah, I give myself a prize every day before breakfast.

-Mr Boulter?

-At last.

How is your hand?

I've been sitting here all morning and no-one's said a word to me.

Is there a problem?

-No, but...

-How can I help you?

-Some indication that you're aware of my existence would be a start.

-Well, we're here now.

I see you have Parkinson's.

You can read then.

How is it?

It's a nasty, insidious, horror of a disease.

What did you do to your hand?

I put it through the bathroom window.

-Any particular reason?

-Let's just say I was contemplating

a nasty, insidious, horror of a disease at the time.

You're booked into theatre this afternoon.

-And you can repair the tendons?

-Hopefully.

The tremors are bad enough. If I lose the use of my hand...

I promise, we will do our best.

-Has he had a psych consult?

-No. Why?

He seems very low.

Erm, should he be dancing around the ward on his roller blades?

-No, but I would expect that...

-If I had Parkinson's, I would be miserable too.

I'll call them anyway.

Erm, no. I make the calls here, not you.

What about procedure?

So all this gear is mine...

-And the rest is scrap?

-Exactly.

-Now, you know where the loading bay is?

-I'll find it.

Leave it outside there, my friend Mac is on the way.

It's a lot of gear.

Well, use that trolley.

-What's it all worth to you?

-More than you could imagine.

How much are you paying?

Oh, right. Erm, well, I was thinking 20.

-20? I was thinking 50.

-50?!

What if I get nicked?

It's not illegal.

'Course not(!)

-I mean, it's not strictly by the book, but...

-Whatever.

-I can't stand around here arguing about money.

-I'm not arguing.

-I've got patients waiting to see...

-It's fine. You get off.

Thank you.

Hang on.

What?

Oh, right. Yeah, sorry, thank you.

-How did you get into this state?

-Landlord's fault.

-Yeah?

-Tried to evict me.

-What for?

Then when I wouldn't go, phoned the police.

-And?

-There was a bit of a row, then the next thing I know, it's psssh.

-Did they charge you with anything?

-Nah, they crapped it when I had an asthma attack and brought me here.

-Does that feel any better?

-A bit.

No rubbing, OK?

-Have you seen Liam?

-Gone AWOL, has he?

-He's due back off his break.

-He's probably up on geriatrics

-pick-pocketing the inmates.

-Don't even joke about it.

He doesn't come across as public enemy number one.

-He's not, it's just...

-It's just you're his big sister.

-Eddi.

-Yeah?

I hear your brother fancies himself as an ophthalmologist.

He was just trying to help, it was a mistake.

That kind of help, we can do without.

When you vouch for someone, Eddi, it's your reputation on the line, as well as theirs.

-Morning.

-All right?

Excuse me!

Yeah?

Out of interest, where are you taking that lot?

-What's it got to do with you?

-Just wondered.

Loading bay.

What's under there?

Look. I'm busy here, mate.

-'Course. Sorry to bother you.

-Thank you.

You going somewhere, mate?

-Sorry, sorry.

-Thought you'd been abducted.

-Thank you for taking care of my list.

-No worries.

-Everything OK?

-Fine.

That looks sore.

No, no, it's fine.

-There was one patient who wanted to wait and see you.

-Yes?

-Faith Pearson.

-Oh, right.

-Absolutely insisted.

-Thanks.

Hello, Faith.

Bad penny returns.

Always a pleasure.

Speak for yourself.

So, what's the problem?

Usual danger signs.

Jaw, neck, back pain.

Right. How long?

Couple of days.

I thought I told you to come straight in.

I was busy.

-Putting the world to rights?

-You know me.

One-woman Citizens Advice Bureau?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I've got to take this.

Hi, Anna.

Has he contacted...

What made you think he was on the rob?

-Just looked suspicious.

-Yeah?

-A teenage kid with no ID and a trolley full of medical kit.

-What?

What, what?

The kid. The kit.

What about it?

-What was his name?

-No idea.

Security have him now, anyway.

Right. Erm, Greg...

Could you run an MRI for Faith, please?

-Will do.

-And her usual bloods.

-'Course.

Sorry, both of you, but I've got something I need to deal with.

Deal away.

Right, I'll be back as soon as...

Mac? Elliot. there's been a hitch. Can I put you on stand-by?

-You're making a right idiot of yourself.

-We'll see about that.

-We will.

-Yeah, we will.

-Liam?

-Great.

-What's going on?

-Ask him!

-Caught him in the act, doctor.

-Doing what exactly?

-Nothing.

Oh, yeah, a whole load of absolutely nothing(!)

Right, I love a riddle as much as the next man,

but I'd prefer an explanation.

Don't worry, sir. You've got lives to save.

I can put the life-saving on hold for a minute.

-LIAM STRUGGLES

-Liam!

Don't waste your breath on him, sir. This type only understands one thing,

mindless violence.

Is there a Nurse McKee here?

Nurse McKee?

Nurse McKee?

So, how's our favourite F1 doing?

Scrubbing in.

How long do you reckon she'll last today?

What do you mean? How long who's going to last?

What? You don't know about Doctor Lo?

No.

HE CHUCKLES

OK. Ready to dig out some worms?

Absolutely.

-Make a note of the time, please.

-Why?

Humour me.

What were you doing with all that gear?

-Isn't it obvious?

-I'm asking him.

-Working.

-For who?

-I'm no grass.

-If I were you,

-I'd come up with some answers.

-I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation.

-Help me out here, Liam.

-I can't.

-Why not?

-Because he's guilty as charged.

-Shut it, you.

-The truth, now.

-Liam?

-I never said anything about you, I swear.

-What is going on?!

OK, time to yank this baby out.

Ho-ho!

You all right, Tara?

Yes.

You look a bit...

LAUGHTER

Nice catch!

You knew this was going to happen?

What time did we kick off?

10:32.

Hmm. 12 minutes.

Show me the money, people!

It's time to pay the Malick.

-You do realise what a colossal waste of time this is?

-You wouldn't say that...

-I'm due in theatre...

-..if you'd seen what I'd seen.

Some people are so desperate, they're willing to risk their lives...

-You can't set up a smuggling racket in a hospital.

-..to get treatment here.

-As for scrapping perfectly good equipment...

-There are protocols to follow.

-You're leaving yourself wide open to all kinds of trouble.

-It's an obscenity.

Well, some things are more important than my career prospects.

You really are a museum piece, aren't you?

I'm going to make this happen.

Get God on your side and you might be in with a chance.

Going up to see him now.

Thing that bothers me is that you were happy to get involved, even if it'd been a scam.

-You're having a go at me for stuff I didn't do.

-I want you to stay out of trouble.

-That's why I'm here.

-I know, but...

-Next time some surgeon asks for help, I'll tell him to get lost.

-I just want you to use a bit of this.

-Get off.

-And another thing.

-What?

Have you been spreading ugly rumours about me and Take That?

As if.

-Liam. It's rude to stare.

-Sorry.

-Mesenteric cyst.

-Eh?

-The gentleman you're staring at.

-I wasn't staring...

-Nothing wrong with curiosity.

-It's just so...

distended.

You've got about a one in 100,000 chance of developing one of those.

-Really?!

-We're taking it out later.

How do you get your head round slicing through someone's gut?

-Just like being a motor mechanic most of the time.

-Except cars don't bleed or die.

The equipment's in perfect working order...

That's really fascinating, but I'm late, I'm afraid.

It's costing us thousands to dispose of it.

Look, just give me your approval, I'll be out of your hair.

-Well, you are in luck.

-Really?

-I have a board meeting after lunch.

-No, I...

Just leave your proposal on my desk, I'll make sure it gets an airing.

Proposal?

-Yes, you do have a proposal?

-Erm...

Oh, surprise, surprise.

No, no, no. You don't understand.

-I've got to get this sorted now.

-Why?

Because the contractor is taking away the equipment for scrap today.

Then your goose has been cooked.

-Not necessarily.

-Go on.

Well, he, erm...

He injured himself here this morning.

What?

So if I get the approval before he goes back to work...

If there is no proposal, there is nothing to approve.

I'll write one.

-You'll need to cover cost, liability...

-Fine.

..and if the contractor gets there before you, then...

That's my hard luck.

Thanks.

TELEPHONE RINGS

AEU...

Hi, Mr Hope.

Any news on Mr Donelly's X-rays?

Right, look, I know it's a lot to ask, but could you possibly hold onto them?

I'm trying to make this Ukraine thing work

and if he's free to go back to work...

OK. The next time I need an instant consult

with a CT specialist, you'll be there, right?

Yeah. And please leave Liam out of this.

Nurse.

Yes, Mr Donelly.

-Any news on my X-ray result?

-Not as of yet.

-How much longer?

-It's hard to say.

-Time's money, you know.

-They've had a very busy day.

Can you chase them up?

Will do.

All right?

Yeah.

What's up?

-They don't like me talking to the patients.

-Why not?

So, what's Jaz short for then?

My real name's Jackie.

Right.

Can't stand it.

How come you got evicted?

My landlord tried it on.

-Yeah?!

-I told him where to go.

-Perv.

-Then he tried to chuck me out.

-What an idiot.

-That's when it all kicked off.

Liam?

-Yeah?

-Have you collected the lunch orders yet?

Just about to now.

Go on then.

Laters.

Oh, Faith Pearson's MRI.

Thank you.

Never had you down as a black marketeer.

News travels fast.

Good on you.

-Could you organise an echo for Faith, please?

-Will do.

Thank you.

..I suggest you get those forms fast-tracked.

Excellent. Goodbye.

Do you want me to confiscate that phone?

I'd like to see you try.

You look exhausted.

It's hard to rest when you're surrounded by nagging doctors.

I've got your MRI results.

And?

Not sure.

-But no heart attack?

-No, not this time.

-Good.

I've arranged for you to have an echo, which should tell us more.

In Elliot, we trust.

Big mistake.

Never.

Step away from the phone, Ms Pearson.

It's a fair cop.

Thank you.

I still haven't heard anything, I'm sorry.

You looking for Liam?

We need to do a lung function test for you in a minute...

So you know this rehab order?

..to check out your breathing.

-What was it for exactly?

-What's it to you?

It's just...he said he was going off to a lab

with one of the doctors.

Is he allowed to do that?

Basically, it's about the relationship between blood loss and mortality.

So we've got two people, both hit by a bus,

both suffer blood loss, but one lives and one dies.

-Exactly.

-And you're trying to find out why.

-Scalpel.

-Nice one.

-Be careful, that'll cut through flesh like it's butter.

-Sweet.

So, make a mid-line incision.

-You're really going to let me do this?

-Unless you haven't got the stomach for it?

-Let's do it.

-Cut from the neck down to the tail.

-Like this?

-Good.

Keep moving down.

Look at its guts there!

Liam?

What are you doing?

Um, I'm talking him through my research project.

He's supposed to be working.

-This is work.

-How is dissecting a rat like pouring tea?

-I thought I'd show him a spot of surgery.

-It's a mid-line incision.

-Are you out of your mind?

-Told you she'd go mad.

-He was interested.

-I understand that,

but he's supposed to be on the ward. Come on.

Got a nice steady hand.

The nurse will get you the steroids in just a little bit, Mrs Topping.

So, when she was admitted, you started with ANA tests?

-How are you feeling?

-Fine. And then screened for anti-dsDNA/ESR?

-You can take a break if you'd like to?

-Did you have to do a kidney biopsy?

Doctor?

-Yes, Mr Boulter.

-Raymond.

Raymond.

-Mr Malick still hasn't been to see me.

-About?

He promised to talk me through the op.

-He's very busy man, so he's...

-I'd just like to hear the finer details.

It is a very routine procedure. We're going to repair the flexor tendons...

Actually, I'd rather hear it from the horse's mouth.

I will tell the horse as soon as I see him.

Most kind of you.

-I'll get that.

-I'm fine, thanks.

Thirsty.

-Did you see that?

-What?

-No tremors.

-So?

-Well, he was shaking earlier.

-Parkinson's fluctuates.

-Yeah, but according to his notes, he's in quite...

-We're here to fix his hand,

and the rest is up to Neurology, OK?

-That's what I like to see.

-Eh?

-A young man happy in his work.

-Funny(!)

-Cheer up, it might never happen.

-Do you mind? I've got cups to rinse.

And bin bags to empty, operations to watch.

What?

You know that gargantuan cyst you were staring at?

-Yeah?

-How would you like to watch it being taken out?

I'm allowed in an operating theatre?

Unless we decide to do it in a car park.

-Nice one!

-Thought you'd be pleased.

Well, go on, you'd better get rinsing.

Thanks.

SHE HUMS

SHE SIGHS

I've been thinking about Mrs Topping.

Hello, Tara.

If the tests were inconclusive, what other symptoms would you look for?

Signs of vasculitis, Raynaud's...

Anything else?

Evil voices in patient's head telling them I am the devil.

What?

Paranoia is one of the major symptoms.

Right.

Sometimes, you just have to listen to the patient.

They might know the answer, without them realising it.

Of course.

So can I pee in peace now?

SHE EXHALES AND COUGHS

Right.

-That should be fine.

-Yeah?

We'll keep you in for an observation for a few more hours,

then we'll probably kick you out.

-Second time today.

-Huh?

I was hoping for an overnight.

Most people can't wait to get home.

Most people have a home to go to.

-Luc.

-Hm?

-I know that you're just trying to help, but...

-Help who?

..I don't want Liam forgetting why he's here.

There's not much chance of that, with you around.

-He's my responsibility.

-Yeah, he's your little brother...

-Exactly.

-..and clearly has no capacity for learning whatsoever.

-I'm not saying that...

-It's all right, I know an empty vessel when I see one.

-He's not here to learn though, is he?

So, I should probably cancel his theatre visit then, shouldn't I?

-What?

-I promised he could sit in on an op'.

-When?

-This afternoon.

-And you've cleared that with Alex?

-Well, HR have cleared it, she'll be fine.

-Why didn't you ask me first?

You're not invited.

Do you do this JUST to wind me up?

Yeah, pretty much my sole aim in life.

I've heard you and Elliot go back a while?

All the way to my first heart attack.

When was that?

20-odd years ago.

Yeah?

I can remember his kids running round the ward.

-Really?

-Hm.

Terribly sad when his wife died.

He obviously thinks a lot of you.

You've no idea how hard he's worked keeping me alive all these years.

You know the drill.

Backwards.

Has Elliot told you about his mad Ukrainian scheme?

-No.

-Sounds like he's gone right in at the deep end this time.

-Got the whole ward talking about it.

-Tell me!

Let's just take a look at this first.

-You dirty old man!

-I don't know what you're on about.

-You liar!

You're the only liar in here.

-What is going on?

-Jaz was getting changed and she clocked him perving over her.

-I wasn't!

-'Course not!

-What's it got to do with you?

-He's only sticking up for me.

-I told you to stay away.

I've just been sat here waiting for my flamin' X-ray results!

-Your eyes were on stalks.

-Can you keep it down?

-He obviously can't, can he?

-JAZ LAUGHS

-Enough, Liam!

-Look, I'm sorry if the curtains were open

-and I just happened to look...

-So, you admit it now, are you?

He just apologised. Can we all leave it at that?

Whatever.

I just want to get back to work!

So, Jaz, you got somewhere to go tonight?

No.

Can't she stay here?

Not if I'm well enough to be discharged.

Nothing I can do.

So, I believe you're supposed to be in theatre

-with Mr Hemingway later?

-Are you going to spoil that for me as well?

What kind of killjoy d'you think I am?

Actually, no, don't answer that.

So you don't mind?

No.

As long as you get ALL the patient lunches out on time.

No problem.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Oh!

About what?

Your recycling scheme.

-What are you doing out of bed?

-It's a brilliant idea.

If I can pull it off.

Well, what's stopping you?

-I've got to write a proposal.

-And?

I can't get to grips with it.

-Let's have a look.

-Well, at least sit down.

I need to make sure that we're covered legally.

-I could knock this off.

-No.

-You've got far better things to do.

-So have you!

That's settled then.

This is far too important.

Thank you.

That me?

Yes.

What's up this time?

You've got an aneurysm.

Well...

..that's a new one.

It's too serious to be treated with drugs.

Never do anything by halves.

You'll need an op' to remove it.

Back in theatre together?

Afraid so.

-The roar of the greasepaint!

-The smell of the crowd!

When?

Today.

Better get this done then.

-Faith.

-Yeah?

I'm going to push to get you on the transplant list.

Is it that bad?

Well, I can see end-stage heart disease lurking on the horizon.

Scythe in hand?

We need to pre-empt it.

Got a pen?

Got a choice.

Is the hour upon us?

Sorry?

-Is it theatre time?

-Not yet.

-Oh.

-I just need to give you a pre-op' injection.

Inject away.

It's to help relax you.

Well, it's doing the trick already!

Good.

She's a strange one, isn't she?

Who?

Vampira!

I have no idea who you're talking about.

What are the medical schools like in Transylvania?

-I wouldn't know.

-She scares the pants off me, that one.

I think her bark's worse than her bite.

Fangs ain't what they used to be!

HE LAUGHS

You're very chirpy for a man about to go under the knife.

Must be that lovely smile of yours.

-Can I ask you something about your Parkinson's?

-Feel free.

Your notes say it's quite advanced,

but your tremors have completely disappeared.

-Didn't they tell you?

-What?

I'm a miracle of modern science.

-What do you mean?

-Well, that would be telling. Do you mind?

I just got to a good bit.

I know there's no end-stage heart disease,

but by the time it develops,

she could be over the age limit for a transplant.

She doesn't meet the criteria to go on the list.

By the time she does, it could be too late.

Lots of patients in the same boat.

So I would really appreciate it if you'd reconsider.

Why, Elliot?

Faith Pearson is an exceptional case.

So you keep saying.

She's spent her whole life helping others.

You don't get bonus points for altruism.

If only.

Can we move on now?

Thank you.

Agh!

No, no!

Finished!

Sorry?

-Your proposal.

-Oh, right, great.

-You must get back into bed, Faith.

-Yeah.

I phoned an old barrister friend,

-he says this liability thing's a doddle.

-Right.

As long as you're gifting the equipment

and you make it clear that it's all got to be checked,

then there's no comeback.

Great.

Oh!

So, there you go.

Thank you.

You still here?

Look, we've just been discussing your case at the MDT meeting.

I thought this was a race against time.

It is.

My case can wait.

-Yes, but...

-I will still be here when you get back.

Go!

Thanks.

I don't know where he is.

I'm sure he wouldn't just go without getting his results.

All right, look, I know you've done your best,

-but could you call me when and if Mr Donnelly reappears?

-Uh-huh.

'Thank you.'

-Done.

-Ah, good. Just in the nick of time.

All the legal niceties are covered...

I'm just on my way there now.

If they object, you can always try selling the PR angle.

Really? I hadn't thought of that.

You are taking this seriously?

I'll do my best.

-Take a seat over there, Liam.

-Right.

-I hope you've thanked Mr Hemingway for this.

-Yeah.

Beats serving up chicken soup.

Scalpel.

Midline incision?

Probably won't need a running commentary.

Sorry.

-Thought I'd find you here.

-Feeling's mutual.

-You're wasting your time.

-Isn't that your job?

-I've got it all sorted.

-I don't want to know!

-OFFICIALLY!

Look, if you've got a problem, take it up with my son.

-Take this lot first, then come back for the rest.

-Hang on a minute.

-Hang on!

-Do me a favour!

Are you coming to theatre?

-What?

-Mr Boulter's operation.

Be with you now.

You ask a million questions and now you don't want to see the surgery?

Sorry, I just need to finish this.

Fine.

OK, let's get it out.

Gross.

Soft clamp and crushing clamp.

We're going to remove part of the bowel.

-Liam.

-What?

-Can you come out here, please?

-Why?

For goodness sake!

-He knows why.

-We're trying to resect a bowel here!

-I'm sorry, it was an accident. I'll sort it, I promise.

-What's the problem?

-Please, Ed, I didn't want to miss this!

-Out. Now.

-Right, that's it...

-Can't I just wait until after...?

-No!

No!

Go on.

I'm sorry, Ms Broadhurst.

All sorted?

No.

-Look, I need to talk to you...

-Why not?

The MDT meeting we had went badly.

-And what about your proposal?

-They refused to put you on the transplant list...

-Don't tell me they put the kybosh on it!

-Faith...

please, I'm talking about your life here.

Sorry.

All we can do now is remove the aneurysm and hope for the best.

You'll get me through, you always do.

Must be exhausting being so optimistic.

Back to your plan.

I was too late.

What?

-The contractor beat me to the punch.

-How do you mean?

He's loading the equipment onto the truck as we speak.

-And you couldn't stop him?

-I tried!

But you can't just give up!

It's my own fault.

I should've told Hanssen as soon as I had the idea,

instead of skulking around like some shoplifter.

Oh, Elliot!

Anyway, that is done.

From now on, we need to concentrate on your health.

OK, Raymond, we're going to give you the anaesthetic right now.

-Where is that accent from?

-Ukrainia.

-Really?

-Land of the geniuses.

-Absolutely.

-Where's the lovely Tara?

She's a funny little thing, isn't she?

Perhaps she's seen enough blood for one day.

We all set then?

Yes, the anaesthetist will ask you to count down from ten.

I can do that.

Mr Malick.

-Ah, you made it.

-Hello, Tara!

We can't go ahead with the operation.

-Why?

-Well, I noticed Mr Boulter's tremors disappeared earlier.

And we have been through that before.

Plus, he underwent a marked mood swing.

-So?

-I'm pretty sure he's self-medicating.

Yeah?

That's ridiculous!

My guess is Ecstasy.

What are you saying, Mr B? You been on the E?

-That's an outrageous slur.

-So you don't mind taking a drugs test then?

Do you mind if I don't?

Mr Boulter?

I'm sorry, but look at that.

It bloody well works!

OK, stand down, people.

-What about my hand?

-It'll have to wait.

Watch your back, Einstein, there's a new kid on the block.

-We just had a call from security.

-About what?

You'd better get down to the loading bay.

-Sorry, but I think we should cut our losses. It's only day one and already...

-Absolutely.

Why give someone a chance to prove themselves?

He had a chance.

He's clearly beyond redemption.

Show an interest in your platelets research, did he?

-Look, the last thing this ward needs is...

-It's not like he's a mass murderer, Alex.

-You promised there'd be no trouble.

-I know.

So give me one good reason why I should let him stay.

No, you're right.

Let's forget that he might actually want to learn something.

Let's just send him back on the street to hot-wire more cars.

Please.

-If he puts one more foot wrong...

-He won't.

He won't.

Thank you.

I suppose I should thank you too.

No need.

Get off the truck, you daft bat!

Not a chance!

We've got a female Caucasian,

-approximately 60 years old...

-Watch it!

-Faith?

And if that great lump lays a finger on me, I will scream the place down.

-What are you doing?

-What you should have done!

You're not well enough to be out here.

-Did you put her up to this?

-No.

Why don't you just have her sectioned?

Just leave this to me.

The pair of them need strait-jackets!

SHE LAUGHS

Right, I want you back in bed now.

Do you remember that third heart attack?

You're due in theatre soon.

EVERYBODY said I was dead, you kept going on.

YOU refused to give up and you saved my life.

I know, but...

Well, how many lives are at stake now, Elliot?

How many patients will die

if you don't get this equipment where it needs to be?

YES!

What're you doing?!

-That's more like it.

-Mr Hope, I don't think you should be doing that.

Get him down off there!

I'm dealing with this, thank you, sir.

Mr Hope, just give me the key.

No.

-Yay!

-SHE LAUGHS

-Liam.

-What?

The lunches are still here. Can you hand them out, please?

Right.

There is one more item which is not on the agenda.

It's a proposal from one of our cardiothoracic consultants,

which may provide a rare opportunity for some positive PR.

Thank you.

But it's going to have to wait, I'm afraid.

You must excuse me.

Right, you got me down here, as planned. Now, please...

I think I'm going to stick around.

I want you to go back on the ward.

What's our next move?

-Do you want to call the papers?

-No!

-You found them yet?

-No, nothing.

-You got a bird out there or something?

-What?

-In the Ukraine.

-No.

Some of us just actually care about other people.

You all right up there?

Yes, thank you.

Looks a bit...snug.

Please don't make a joke about it.

-Sorry.

-This is serious.

-Uh-oh.

-What?

-OK, time for the riot act.

-I know what you're going to say...

-I'm aware of the effect ecstasy can have on Parkinson's...

-I've already done the research.

-..but the more you take, the less effective...

-I know the risks and I'm prepared to...

..plus, the damage you can do to your mental health...

-..even if it just means a few months without turning into...

-..your liver...

-..a gibbering wreck!

-You're not listening to me, are you?

-# Da-de-da-de-da-de-da. #

Does your actual medication work at all?

The Levodopa turns my muscles to concrete.

Ecstasy is not the answer.

-I just want you to fix my hand.

-Not while you're on a class-A drug!

And if I come off it for the time being?

-Does your specialist know?

-No.

Tell him, I'll operate.

-Deal.

-Good!

Thought you'd have spotted that before the rookie.

Maybe I was too busy doing your job all day.

What?

I'm not up for a big teaching post,

but I seem to be doing all the teaching.

It's called a chain of command.

-Ah, oh, so I help her...

-Exactly.

And who helps me?

You're the last person around here needs help.

-Oh, cos of the stupid exam results?

-No.

Because of the brilliant exam results.

They're starting to feel like a curse.

You surprise me, Petrenko. Never had you down as a cry-baby.

Boo-hoo.

I was about to put your proposal to the board when I was called down here.

-So they haven't made a decision yet?

-This stunt is hardly going to further your cause, is it?

Well, may get their attention.

You are making an absolute fool of yourself.

I disagree.

Do you want me to get the oxyacetylene gear, Mr Hanssen?

There's no need for that, thank you.

Dr Valentine, since Miss Pearson won't listen to me,

perhaps you could force her back to the ward?

I'm fine where I am.

If you don't go, I'll give up.

Don't you dare.

Come on, Vanessa Redgrave.

MUTED CHEERING

Just move back now, please. Come on now, nothing to see here.

Please end this now.

Not a chance.

You getting off?

Got no choice.

Where will you go?

Dunno.

Can I call you?

Erm...give us your number and I'll call you.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Will you be all right?

Erm...

Have you got any cash?

Got a bit, why?

Just, like, the reason my landlord thought he could try it on

is cos I was behind on my rent

and I'm sure if I paid up, then he might let me back in...

-D'you want to be dealing with someone like that?

-It's my home.

-I know, but...

-I can handle him.

How much d'you need?

What've you got?

Got this.

I'll pay you back.

-Is it enough?

-I'm starting a new job next week, so...

-Whatever.

Look...

..there's my mobile.

Ta.

Keep some for yourself!

Cheers.

-Thanks, Liam.

-You're welcome.

I'll call you.

I'm so proud of him.

I just hope he knows what he's doing.

-I believe Elliot's gone all Bob Geldof on us downstairs.

-Something like that...

-SHE GASPS

-Faith? Faith.

-Is this Elliot's aneurysm?

-Yeah, Faith Pearson.

-Ms Pearson, can you hear me?

Heart's stopped.

-Can I get a crash team, please?

-Quickly!

-Crash team now! I need O2 and a mask.

Charge up to 50, please.

-Thank you.

-Stay with us, Faith!

So, how long are you going to stay here?

Until they give me my machines back.

Have you no concern for your reputation?

Compared to what's at stake? Not really.

Why didn't you come to me with this originally?

I didn't want to risk being turned down.

What makes you think I'd have said no?

Because to you, these machines are just numbers on a balance sheet.

-Really?

-To me, when I look at them, I see lives.

Children with heart problems, mothers with cancer...

I didn't realise you had the monopoly on compassion.

This is not some ego trip.

This is a chance to make a real difference.

-What?

-It's Faith.

-Where's Jaz?

-I told her she could go whenever.

I wanted to discuss her asthma medication with her before she went.

-She obviously left in a hurry.

-Track down contact details...

-I've got her mobile number, if that's any help?

-Why?

-She gave it us.

-Well, could you scribble it down for me?

-She had to get off to pay her rent.

-I thought she'd been evicted?

-I lent her the money to sort it.

-How much?

-100.

-Where did you get that from?

-All right, she's paying me back!

-Oh, Liam!

-She's starting work next week.

-Shall we take this into the office?

-She wouldn't lie to me.

-Call her.

-There's no need...

-No, go on, you've got the number right there, call her.

-Fine.

'The number you have called has not been recognised.'

Well?

-She must've written it down wrong.

-Oh, yeah, 'course she did...

-Shut up!

-You've been well stitched up!

-You sound like Mum!

-Here we go.

-I might as well be back home.

-Yeah?

-It's only him who treats me with respect!

-What?

-That's not true.

-Yeah, it is.

-I can't stand you.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

-Finally, something we both agree on then.

-Fine!

-Lend me the coach fare and I'll get off.

-Suits me!

Don't!

Let's get her prepped straightaway.

Come on, please! I don't think it went that far.

I think it's more in the middle area.

Swab and suction.

Right, let's get her on bypass, please...

Got it!

Right, let's get this lot on.

No, leave that equipment where it is until I say otherwise, please.

Thank you.

I need Teflon felt and two Ethibond sutures.

Jac.

Sir Bob, you're back.

How's she doing?

Just repairing the aneurysm.

-Right, I'll scrub in.

-There's no need.

Are you using a PTFE patch?

No, they always crumple.

Well, you'll get better LV function.

-There's still good muscle on the lateral wall.

-Yes, but...

Elliot, we've got it covered.

OK.

Yeah.

Thank you... Bye.

You OK?

Yeah.

-Just booking Liam's ticket home.

-Right.

Er, I looked into our mate Jaz.

There was no landlord.

She was living in a hostel.

She got chucked out for nicking stuff.

That's why the police were there.

Well, she had me fooled.

No, she didn't.

No, you're right, she didn't, but we can't blame Liam for getting taken in.

No.

-So, that's that, then.

-Yeah.

You're packing him off, back up to Leeds?

There's nothing more I can do.

No, I'm sure he'll be fine.

-D'you reckon?

-Yeah, sounds like he's got lots going for him up there.

What teenager wouldn't want to be living off supermarket cider,

-mindless mayhem...?

-You're not helping.

-Probably be on crack by Christmas.

-Luc, I'm really not in the mood.

Unless, of course, you'll be willing to let me mentor him.

I'd take full responsibility for him while he's in the hospital.

Why?

Rest of the time, he's your problem.

I asked you a question.

I think I can help.

You think you can do a better job than me?

-I just think he might respond better to...

-A bloke?

To someone who wasn't his sister.

OK, heart's closed, let's take her off bypass.

-ALARM BEEPS

-Dammit! Put her back on.

Tissues are breaking up.

OK, take her off.

ALARM BEEPS

Back on.

Use a balloon pump.

There's no point, the tissues won't hold.

Bio-glue.

Wow, it's looking a lot calmer. I'll come and check again soon.

-Steroids doing the job then?

-Yep.

-I've really enjoyed today.

-I'm glad one of us did.

Not getting on your nerves, am I?

You ask a lot of questions.

I know.

We have an old proverb in Ukraine.

"He who licks knives will eventually cut their tongue."

Fascinating.

-Hey.

-What now?

-I need a word.

-I've got two for you!

-Just give me a minute.

-No!

-Please, Liam.

-I'm not interested.

I've had enough of you in my face today.

As enthralling as this episode of The Waltons is,

if I might interject?

Got a proposition for you.

Time of death 16:42.

I'm sorry, Elliot.

All right?

You all right?

What did that poor rat ever do to anyone?

Don't mention the bubonic plague.

Do you want a lift home?

I'll follow you on.

Do you need any money?

I suppose so.

There you go. Will you try and keep hold of that this time?

Laters.

Yeah.

-Mr Hope.

-Yes?

-I managed to speak to the board about your proposal...

-Right.

..and they've given it their approval.

Good.

Your equipment is being placed back into storage.

Thank you.

A long-term patient of yours, I believe?

Yes.

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