Ribbons Holby City

YOT liaison called. They're applying to have my order revoked.

All right?

Do you do this just to wind me up?

Yeah.

Pretty much my sole aim in life.

Excellent work, Miss Shah. Just what I'm looking for in a consultant.

I built CTU from scratch,

and you just stab me in the back and take it away!

Are you in love with her?

You don't love me.

I'm resigning, Henrik.

Rafi and I have decided to move on, together.

He's been offered another job, and I'm going with him.

How awkward. The Schillings bought me one of these for Christmas.

Yes, but mine is embossed.

Useful if I forget my name.

Well, it's just a thank you, you know. For everything.

Ah, well. Best of British.

"Goodbye, Sahira. Good luck in Nottingham..."

Yes, good luck in Nottingham.

-Would it kill you to say...?

-If you can't say something nice...

I'm not 19, Henrik.

No, but given your inability to stomach bad news,

I thought I should remain silent on the topic.

Thanks. I'll really miss your support.

Indeed. It's a disastrous move.

How can consultancy be a demotion?

What's was their rating? A2, was it?

So, I'll spread my wings and bring them up to our standard.

We both know why you're going.

-Isn't that Harry McMahon?

-No idea.

End stage oesophageal carcinoma.

So, St James' have dumped him on us?

Oh, that fellow. Shouldn't he be dead by now?

Aren't we supposed to do it together?

No, you go. Spread your wings.

Mr McMahon?

Dr Shah.

Thank goodness. His breathing's got worse.

Let's get him up him up gently.

Thank you.

I didn't know who else to come to.

All right. Possible fever...

He's not eaten since Friday.

Can we find him a bed, please? Harry, isn't it?

Can we get his notes e-mailed over?

Here.

We're not going back there.

They wanted him to go to a hospice. They're saying it's all over.

It's not, is it?

Tell me it's not.

Guy Fawkes night. You gave him four weeks.

Sorry, it's just we see so many people...

Mr Hanssen said three. You gave him four.

It's wonderful he's survived this far, but if St James' said palliative care, then that's what he needs.

They've told you the cancer's gone to his stomach, haven't they?

Yes. And there's the tear.

The TEF, in his throat.

Yes.

That's what's causing the pneumonia.

You can't sew it back up?

No.

He said we were to come back.

Your son is very unwell.

"Anything I can do, ask for Mr Hanssen."

I can look through the notes again.

"Ms Shah and I, we're at your service."

Yes, but the secondaries have spread. Surgery is... It's inappropriate.

How so, please?

It's not fair on him.

He wants to live, though.

It's not a good use of...

..anything.

I'll pay. I'll pay anything.

I'd sell the house to give him another week.

Can you look me in the eye and tell me it's hopeless?

It's not as simple as that.

Will you ask him anyway?

What's the ischemic time?

Not clear. Could be tight.

All right, they've just landed.

Right, you want to watch? You get me a latte.

Hey, come on, guys! Let's do this.

Tick tock, tick tock, step it up, move it!

Are you going to say something or shall I?

He'll calm down.

-He's being a nightmare.

-Novelty. Give him his minute in the sun.

They didn't have chicken, so I went with salmon and egg.

OK, thanks. Any luck with the mark?

No, I tried egg white and elbow grease, and still no joy, sorry.

You shouldn't be doing errands.

I do them for all the consultants. They get the message eventually.

You do know that he's not a consultant?

No! Did something happen while I was in Ibiza?

No, he was never...

CST stands for Clinical Skills Teacher.

Oh! I thought it was for something different.

We're on, guys.

Finally! What's the time frame?

50 minutes. Paramedics didn't hang about.

OK, let's go.

-When did it happen?

-Unknown. They had to walk through a forest. Keep these doors open.

Be fine, let's go!

Right, I'll go and collect it. Chantelle, you deal with the dad.

We made it. We're here, OK?

It's going to be all right, listen to me, mate...

Plastics.

I'm scared, Dad.

I'm not scared. If I'm not scared, you don't need to be scared, OK?

Am I going to die?

No! Shut up, OK? No!

Tell plastics we're going straight through to theatre.

OK, straight through to theatre, guys. Get him stabilised.

10 milligrams of morphine, IV Benylpenicillin, flucloxacillin.

-You're his dad?

-Yeah.

Cross-match four units. Metronidazole, please.

Going to sort you out, mate.

Dad!

It's going to be OK.

How long since...?

I dunno, I went the wrong way. Three hours maybe?

-Can you fix it back?

-Yeah.

We hope so. We really do.

He's going to be asleep, right? You go with the nurse.

-What about the...?

-It's on its way. I'll do my best.

Mr Piper?

I take it that you're hoping to lead this operation?

Come on, man. Give a guy a break.

I will actually say please.

Please?

OK, this time.

But no music.

Look at the chest CT.

Obviously, it won't be easy, but if you did an esophagogastrostomy

and I explored the tear, perhaps we'll be able to relieve...

No.

Perhaps we'll be able to relieve the dysphasia.

That way he'll be able to swallow.

How can you eat tomato soup but hate tomatoes?

Well, a tomato pulverised is a tomato punished.

Oh, yes, of course. There has to be a punishment.

Waste of time.

Yes, but he came to us! By "us", I don't just mean Holby...

No.

What no? Just no?

He's too weak.

But he's dying anyway.

-Precisely.

-So what? We just walk away?

-When have emotive arguments ever worked on me?

-We promised!

We all say things we don't mean, don't we?

Will you at least talk to him?

No, I'm sorry. I'm long-listing this afternoon for your replacement.

Fine.

Too tight, you psycho!

Stop moaning. Would you rather have handcuffs?

Like you'd know about that.

Next time you want to get into mischief,

look at that and you call me. Go on, get lost.

Yes, I locked it. Yeah, I stripped the bed.

-Well, place to myself. What a result.

-Any message for Mum?

-Don't tempt me. I'll call her.

-See you later, then.

Watch yourself, yeah? Stay out of trouble.

Ta-ra, then. See you at Christmas.

-Me?

-What?

When you bring him home.

Again, what?

You heard! See you later.

I don't know what he's talking about.

I don't celebrate Christmas.

Oh, no. Please, not again.

-Midwife shortage?

-It's like one a week!

Would it be incredibly wrong for us to have an urgent meeting right now?

We do have a meeting. We have a very important managerial type one.

Will there be buzzwords?

Moving forward, yes, there will be buzzwords.

I can't do it.

Do you want me to do it?

It'll be night time there. Can't we just wait till we know if...?

I think she'd probably want to know. I know I would if it was my son.

Shall I take down the number?

So, what were you doing out there?

It's fuel, isn't it?

How did it happen?

It's my fault.

-How?

-Does this get reported?

How do you mean?

Doesn't matter. It's not illegal.

Just trying to save a bit of money.

Yeah, but how do you mean it was your fault?

Well, I was using it.

So, you caused the injury?

I wasn't even there!

You left him alone with it?

I was on the phone. I got distracted.

You leave a kid alone with a chainsaw and you act surprised.

Mr Malick...

We were having a row. I went the other way so he couldn't hear.

-Now isn't the time for this, let's just...

-Please fix it.

Please.

We'll do our very best for him.

Was that really necessary?

Leaving a kid with a chainsaw! How dumb can you be?

Not everyone is quite as brilliant as you are, Mr Malick.

But we'll call Social Services in, right? Give him a kicking?

Just see how it plays out.

Mr Griffin, I've got it, but...

But...?

Ischemic time's approximately four hours, they're saying.

Quick, give!

Enough! Let's just take a breath.

No time.

Beautiful.

OK, so that's a no from oncology. Elliot?

-I am a definite no.

-Ollie?

-What?

-It's just to encourage him.

-Um, it does seem a bit out there.

Rafi?

Obviously, I agree with my wife.

Look, I know it won't be curative, but...

In here, you say...

I know what it says.

So you agree it could work?

-So might cold fusion.

-Oh, come on!

-It is inappropriate in this case.

-They're desperate for any chance!

-So we exploit their desperation?

-No! We make the extra effort.

Why? Why now? Why this patient?

Why not a stronger patient with a better prognosis?

-Because... Because...

-You don't like to see an old man cry?

-No!

Because in my clinical opinion,

this inconvenient, laborious operation

might give Harry a few months.

Weeks.

Weeks of pain management. Dosed up to the eyeballs.

Does GS have a take? What does Hanssen say?

He agrees with me.

He thinks that we should OK it.

Then it's an excellent idea! You'll pass that on, right?

-Can I just add...?

-No.

-Thanks for your support, guys.

Right. Have we organised a leaving gift?

Weekend in Paris for her and The Big H?

Sorry Rafi, only joking.

£4.50 an hour. Rip-off Britain, isn't it?

I'm sure it's full of people who just get the park and ride too.

Mind you, way petrol's going up.

Lucky you bought the Bravo.

What do you reckon - £1.50 a litre next year?

Next year, this time...

Mr McMahon?

That's me.

As you know, your son's condition is extremely serious.

Don't send us away, please.

He won't survive his cancer.

They kept saying that, but...

However, I've spoken to Mr Hanssen, and we've both agreed

to do a procedure that might,

and I stress "might", prolong his life by a few weeks.

You said that before, and it gave us six months.

It won't happen this time.

You'll find a way.

You got the top team, Harry.

Can you assess for pre-meds?

Did Hanssen really OK it?

Yes.

Sahira, do I, or do I not, always know when you are lying?

This is crazy. It's your last day.

They asked for me. I can't...

-Do they even know you won't be here to follow up?

-Of course they do!

Of course they do. Just be careful, OK?

I'm getting the head of midwifery sacked.

Do you like your patients quiet and obedient?

Just like I like my doctors. Can you please tell her

she's going to travel 30 miles in an ambulance?

Miss Leontas?

If there are no complications, we've decided to keep you here.

Thank you, someone is helping me. Thank you!

Do you have any family, anyone I can call?

No, I am all alone. My boyfriend has abandoned me.

Arghhh!

Well, at least could you try some pain relief?

No, no drugs. I need to be in control of my emotions.

-That's your choice, of course.

-I power through pain. No drugs.

All right, then, we'll try mind over matter.

Mind over matter.

Breathe through it. It's only pain.

You've done it, huh?

I don't see what all the fuss is about. Women in the jungle do this twice a year!

They're back in the fields before lunch.

Do you want me to punch you?

You couldn't punch me. You're a wimp.

Show me how much it hurts.

Is that all you've got, Tinkerbell?

Come on, I've heard scientologists scream louder!

Up you go. Hold on to me.

If I hold on to you, will you stay with me?

Yes.

You won't go anywhere?

Well, I don't think I can.

We're outside the time frame.

-Then we keep it oxygenated.

-We can't put anyone through this.

Come on, guys. It can be done!

Technically, maybe. Attached, yes.

Made to work in any meaningful way?

No chance.

The only realistic next step is prosthesis.

Disagree. I can do it.

Oh, really?

Vessel damage is extensive, nerves are shattered...

It isn't a Sellotape job, Malick.

Cool, if you're not up for it, I'll do it. Sorted.

And in 24 hours, you'll be back in theatre removing it.

In the meantime, the kid will have developed acute septicaemia.

I'm sorry, but none of us has the right to take that level of risk.

Fine, then we get Dad to call it.

No. We give Dad a united front.

Do it. Whatever you can.

I can't guarantee. You get that, yeah?

I want go for it.

Mr Piper, I know it seems like the better option.

But in all likelihood, it's going to fail, and Freddy...

Freddo. It's not Freddy, right?

Sorry. Forgive me.

Freddo will have to come back in at a later stage and have it removed.

That is potentially far more traumatic.

I won't let that happen.

-We can control that.

-But if there's a chance you can put it all back to normal...

It will never be normal. You must understand that.

You can do it, though, you reckon?

It can be done, yeah.

But you won't?

I strongly recommend against it.

I've got to go for it, haven't I? Got to take any chance.

Mr Piper, there's a call for you.

-That overstepped the mark.

-No, he called it. Fair play.

And his judgement isn't compromised?!

Fair enough, we agreed, I'm taking over his care.

Absolutely not.

I won't support this.

I'm going to call Hanssen.

See you in theatre.

1am, I called him.

1:30, I called back. No pick up.

2am, it goes to voicemail.

3:30, he come back. I know...

I just know he's been cheating.

He's a beautiful, charming man, you see.

He says, "No! Working!

"Making graphics, hormones, no!"

So, I say, "Swear!

"Swear on the baby's life!" And you know what?

He wouldn't swear.

So I chuck him out.

I don't need him...

SHE SCREAMS

I need gas.

I need the pool! I need gas!

If you just let go just for a second? OK...

I'll get you that birthing pool.

I will be right back.

Hold on to that.

SHE CONTINUES SCREAMING

What? Pool? Hello?

-Trauma patients?

-Get in the spirit.

We're improvising, field hospital style.

The man in bed one is complaining about the swearing.

There is not enough alcohol in my system to deal with this now.

Dry Monday. Good girl.

You haven't drunk for 48 hours?

-Don't remind me, please.

-Then we shall meet after work.

Think of it as a reward.

Er... OK.

You see, that's how it's done. Goodness.

-No wonder it took me years to bag Chrissie.

-That was not a bagging.

Oh, trust me. I know when a guy makes a move.

PAULA SCREAMS

The parents are fully apprised of the risks?

-Yes, and they want us to try...

-It's emotional blackmail.

I'm telling you, I've had six children.

I wouldn't put them through this.

You were clear on the chances of success, were you?

The man is in shock. The duress he's under...

Which is why I'm trying to do something.

We understand that, but it's counterproductive.

You do not have the skill.

I can do it. 100%. 110%.

Tell you what, ten grand that kid leaves here with a hand that works.

For goodness' sake. Just overrule him, let's get on with it.

I can't overrule - I can merely strongly advise

you to accept Mr Griffin's diagnosis.

He is, after all, our vascular star.

I know that. I just...

I just think he's wrong in this case.

Then given your new status as a CST,

we'll respect your call. Good luck.

What?

He cannot do this!

Given the parents want us to re-attach the hand and you won't,

-the options are...what?

-I will not be blackmailed.

This is ridiculous.

Fine.

This is not on me. None of it.

Then your call stands, if Mr Griffin's opting out.

It's all they had, I'm afraid.

Oh, and if you could...

Yes, of course.

Any suggestions? Apart from an atlas from the petrol station?

Ah, it's rather put me to shame.

No idea.

I've drawn a blank. Nottingham...

Robin Hood, merry men...

Do you know what sort of music she likes?

She dislikes Der Fliegende Hollander. That's all I know.

I thought I might just quickly query the TEF repair?

Actually, I'm surprised that you OK'ed it.

I sense that as she's your protegee, you wish to support her,

but I'm not fully convinced

it's the wisest course for that patient on this day.

I forbid you from carrying out...

Forbid? What'll you do, bar the theatre doors?

-You're clearly in no fit state to operate.

-What?

-All this,

-motivated by sentiment.

-Oh, of course, I'm a girl.

Emotions must've got in the way.

It's probably hormonal, I probably have an endocrine problem.

See? Completely overwrought.

Oh, well, you disapprove.

Luckily, I'm no longer completely dependent on you for validation!

Why would you be when you can derive your self-esteem

from the fawning attentions of our finest beta males?

Stand down.

Mr Hanssen's exercising his power of veto.

Ms Shah misunderstands me, I'm afraid.

I was merely offering insight to the vagaries of oesophageal exploration,

but carry on, thank you.

This will not play out as you wish it. Know that now.

Come on. Please...

Get your orders in, people.

He also does wardrobes.

I'm making it look easy.

Glad you caved in?

I didn't cave, I just...

Grew a pair. Thanks to me.

That's right. I just follow you like a sheep.

Why they made me CST.

You know what they're saying CST stands for, right?

OK, join is secure.

See? I told you it's going to work. If only people would listen to me

-instead of fighting...

-Wow, you're like Gandhi in goggles.

Just saying.

Come on, admit it, I was right.

Well. It's my round won.

-Yours to lose.

-Thank you.

Right. Music, please!

GRIME MUSIC PLAYS

I have a right, no?

No, I'm afraid not. I can't let you stay unless she says you can.

But I got a message. Acute ward.

-Speak to Dr Hemingway?

-What?

There's obviously been some kind of mistake.

She seems very uncomfortable with your presence.

She's a crazy woman. All day, I work hard,

graphic design, to make money to buy her giant stroller.

You've seen them? £900.

She is in labour, so...

She told me she wants me to swear on baby's life...

-She did mention it, yeah.

-Swear on baby's life!

What if something goes wrong, huh? Then I'm to blame. I can't win.

Nothing will go wrong. She's doing brilliantly. That much I can say.

Thank you. You will help me, please?

I want to see my baby. They both need me.

She's crazy.

I will see, OK?

But no promises.

-I owe you one.

-If we can't help each other on your last day...

I'll open, shall I?

So what do you want?

Can you tell Hanssen to give me control of CTU?

20 blade. I don't have that kind of influence.

Come on. You tell Greg it's a poison chalice,

you tell Hanssen to give it to me, and bingo.

I won't be seeing Greg.

-Would I or would I not be brilliant at it?

-I don't care.

It's your baby. How can you not care?

Do you think I'm wrong to do this?

Honestly?

Yeah.

It depends on the outcome.

-What were you thinking?

-In anthropological terms, she's testing the pair bond.

-Really, David Attenborough?

-I know from experience

this behaviour is traditional amongst Latin women.

I do not want to hear about your sexploits. Makes me want to retch.

Sex makes you want to retch? Explains a lot.

Get lost, Hemingway.

I'm just saying, it's a rite of passage in the ante-natal process.

Assess the mettle of the man...

-Oh, look, she's eating him alive.

-If he will stay out all hours

-the week of the due date...

-Do you blame him? She's a nightmare.

She is vulnerable, needs big gestures.

Which is why he was working, to buy the buggy she wants.

She's the one who'll push. It's not like he's painting the nursery.

-Hello, Hemingway's mobile disco.

-If she'd decide on colours...

OK. How can she, if he won't let her find out the sex of the baby?

Anyway, that is me needed on an RTA.

Oh, no, don't leave me here holding this baby.

Duty calls. Don't worry. Use your languages.

And say what?

Dos cervezas, por favor?

Gotcha.

How about that for fast work, Mr Retractor.

And now let's play hide and seek with Mr Fistula.

I'm going to miss your sarcasm.

-Really?

-Yep.

Oh... Fistula stuck.

OK...

Maybe it's not going to be as simple as...

Let's bypass the oesophagus.

But that won't fix the dysphasia.

-Not fully, no.

-If there's a risk of a bleed, the point of this was...?

-We'll continue with the tracheotomy.

-Can we all agree

that this op was not my idea?

We'll need a different approach. I need...

OK, what is it that I need?

Someone who's obsessed with the larynx? Someone tall?

I think he said he had a meeting.

Wow, it's exactly as I said to Elliot.

You do go high-pitched when you're lying!

SUCKING NOISE

Carotid artery is compromised.

He's bleeding out. Suction, please.

Can someone see if Mr Griffin or Mr Hope are available, please?

Can't we just cut to the bit when Hanssen kicks us out?

MUSIC CONTINUES

This one's good.

This one...

Hmm.

Let's try 6.0 Prolene, please.

-You OK, mate?

-Yeah.

OK. That should hold it.

Clamp off.

WARNING TONE BEEPS

OK, it's not holding, arterial leak.

Look, can we turn the music off? I'm trying to think.

Intentional mistake, right? Keep me on tenterhooks?

8.0 nylon, please. You can head off if you want, Dan.

You've got me interested now.

-You're messing up my focus.

-Malick. Seriously.

Can you do this?

Yep. Yeah. Absolutely.

Er...

can we fetch Mr Hanssen, please?

I need extra pair of eyes on this.

What? Just an extra pair of eyes.

Not over, is it?

-I believe it's still ongoing.

-Aren't you the consultant?

-Shouldn't you be in there?

-The team is highly capable.

Somebody will brief you soon, I'm sure.

Please. What's really going on?

As I said,

Mr Malick is confident of a positive outcome.

Something's up. I can tell.

The nurse mentioned Social Services.

It's purely a routine trigger in cases of serious accident.

Exactly, an accident.

They'll be looking at ways of supporting you.

Why me?

-Some families need more support than others.

-What families?

They're not the police, Mr Piper.

They'll just want a picture of Freddo's life.

They've got a picture. They never leave us alone.

We're trying to adopt. From Mexico.

-It's why Cathy's out in the States.

-You should've said.

I know. I just panicked when he asked me all those questions.

If this scuppers it...

I hoped they might not find out.

Just...doesn't help.

Poor Cathy.

I'm not a bad dad, OK?

Soon as I saw it going wrong, I jumped on it.

I thought you said you weren't there.

Given your situation,

the last thing you should do is lie.

You knew your son was using a chainsaw

and didn't intervene?

We used it together a couple of times, and it's been fine.

More than fine.

I saw him pick it up

and I thought, "What an amazing little lad I've got.

"Look how confident he is."

I just...let it happen.

Watched it in slow motion.

Couldn't do a thing to stop it...

A call has come through from Darwin theatre.

I believe they've hit a wall.

Can I hand that one to you, please? I have a meeting.

I think your input would be more appropriate.

-I do have a meeting.

-PHONE RINGS

You really are very tricky to find. Do you come here often?

Sister Williams. Yes.

Certainly.

Mr Malick's making a fist of it, is he? Righto.

Well, I'm afraid I am unavailable.

I'm embroiled on Keller.

She needs your help.

You should go to her.

OK, let's try something else. The radial artery is damaged.

-Not when I was I working on it. Malick...

-Let's try the shunt.

-Oxygenate the hand.

-Wait for back-up.

-Seriously.

-He'll say the same. Shunt, please.

-Forget the shunt. There'll be a clot.

-It'll work, trust me.

Remove the clot, re-attach the artery.

It's OK. Hanssen's on his way. Notify plastics about this, please.

Malick, time.

We're not doing a shunt.

I've asked for him. He'll see it my way. Retractor, please.

Suction, please.

This has been a splendid waste of energy.

I couldn't have known this.

-You could've predicted. Cerebral monitoring, please.

-There's no need.

A futile flight from death.

-Perhaps you should apologise to Ms Naylor.

-Keep me out of this.

Right, let's tie off the artery.

-I will not apologise for doing my job.

-Perhaps apologise to the room.

I believed this was salvageable.

And hope clouded your judgement.

Concede you need me to rescue the situation. Gently remove the clamp.

Patently, yes. Admit it.

Basic manners. Just say you were wrong.

You will stay here and watch me perform a gastrostomy

that will at least allow a dying man to eat.

Pass Ms Shah the kidney dish.

Too late.

I've already resigned.

DISH CLATTERS

Wow.

-RIC:

-He's not coming, plastics are delayed. Move, please.

Can you at least oversee, just guide me through it?

Please.

-Careful.

-I know.

-It's too fast. Let me...

-I'll try...

-Another suture.

No, unclamping. Let's try the flow.

Don't. Re-clamp. It won't work.

Malick, it's not pinking up. Can you not see that?

Can you at least try and help me?

No. You're not ready. Let me take over.

The shunt will work.

Can you please, for the sake of this child, recognise

that not even you can do this?

Now, forget the shunt, re-attach the artery.

OK, may I have the table, please?

-You're loving this!

-I'm simply trying to salvage the damage.

No, I'm staying. I'm fixing it.

It cannot be done.

Listen to me. I'm being realistic.

No, you're being defeatist! You're giving up.

Mr Malick, I think it would be better if you left theatre.

Thanks for the support.

-Well played, though, mate.

-Get lost.

Quiet, please.

Let's check for an arterial clot.

Harry's CT scans, how'd it go?

He's still in there.

Sorry I didn't, you know, come down on your...

No, the winning side. That's the way you've been taught.

So how was your mini-break?

Fine. Sunny. Good bunch of mates.

Tough life being in your twenties, isn't it?

You have no idea what's to come.

It wasn't a holiday. It was kind of a memorial.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Ollie, I've just had a bad day.

No worries. Sorry your last one's been a shocker.

At least he won't be starving to death.

Always a bonus.

That was actually rather marvellous.

Great team. Thank you, all, and well done, Ms Naylor.

Thank you, it was a pleasure.

Aspiration pneumonia. Worse than we thought. Compromised the lungs.

Oh, well. At least you won't be here to watch him die.

Why do you say that?

Time wasting. No greater crime.

Will you at least help me debrief?

I'm afraid I have a meeting.

Best of British.

Have you seen Luc?

Still vamoosed.

Typical! Typical bloody doctors, disappear when anything gets messy.

-No offence, Sacha.

-Is she OK?

Yeah, off her face and about 10cm dilated.

I need your help with this one. I need brute force.

Sorry, Keller are a man down.

They're all wrapped up with a hand job...

hand problem or...something.

No, but I...

Right, you,

come with me.

And don't come near me!

Why should I want to? You're crazy.

Both of you, zip it. No-one's allowed to speak again until I say!

Agreed?

OK.

And you, you need to step up right now.

OK.

For this bit, she needs to stand, OK? Arms up.

Yep. Come on.

OK.

HE SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

What did I say?

But...

PAULA YELLS

Hey, I found this under the mouse mat.

Can I print, please?

Sure.

You know you throw like a girl?

Next time, aim to the left.

No chance of you not telling anyone, is there?

Porters are already calling it "kidney dish gate".

Come on! Bet The Big H loved it. Kinky fodder for months.

Sorry. I forgot, pure as.

You should be flattered. Not everyone's the passion

-of the lonely Swede.

-It's not like that.

Whatever works for you. Lead them on, play them for all it's worth.

Just call Greg about CTU before you go.

I didn't lead anyone on. Is that what everyone thinks?

Seriously, is that what you think?

Seriously? I think you don't like to give bad news.

It can create a vacuum.

Men are optimistic. They've got to be. It's their survival technique.

Now, are you going to tell him? I can do it just like that.

SHE SNAPS HER FINGERS

What you doing out here?

-I bailed. Griffin's on it.

-Ah, sense prevailed.

Thanks for the back-up, mate(!)

Sorry, but he's clearly the best person for the job.

-Why did Hanssen back me, then?

-Who knows how that man's mind works?

Are you going to talk to the dad?

Social Services kicked his butt yet?

-No.

-Where's the mum?

-She's in America.

-Right.

Is it done?

We had to send in reinforcements.

Is there a phone I can use?

-What were you thinking? Leaving a kid on his own. What is he, 11?

-13.

-Whatever. Too important to have it out with the ex, was it?

-What ex?

The kid needs a dad, strong male role model.

Someone to step up, take control.

-Not some guy that acts like his mate.

-Look. I'm sorry, I'm lost.

-Is this from Social Services?

-Today it was an accident.

In five years, he'll be in with his stomach pumped and a knife wound.

-Be a dad!

-Mr Malick? A word, please.

-What do you think you're doing?

-What? Someone needs to say it!

These people are totally selfish, self-obsessed.

Look, I know this is stressful, but if you can't handle it...

-I can handle it. Griffin undermining me...

-Don't take it out on him!

Go on, get off the ward. Calm down for a bit.

Now!

Is that part of his new job? Having a go at patients?

No. Very much no.

-Sorry for the delay, Harry was in recovery.

-Has something gone wrong?

-Not exactly, no.

-Where is he?

We'll bring him to the ward. He's stable, but...

What? What's the but?

In theatre, we realised there's nothing we can do.

The tumour is too advanced.

The metastases have spread to other organs.

We're still looking at a palliative scenario. Coupled with this,

the aspiration pneumonia has developed further.

We think it's likely to be days rather than weeks.

The pneumonia's not going to get any better.

We would advocate not putting him on a ventilator

and to cease active management.

Put him down, like a dog?

We would manage the pain with morphine.

Dope him up?

We feel it's the best option.

I'm sorry.

No, you're not.

You see so many people.

-That doesn't mean we don't feel...

-Are you leaving?

-Yes.

-Well, that's it.

No hope.

-Bye, see ya!

-No.

-Beyond help, move on!

-No, I...

Next! Next, please!

-Nothing to see here!

-I know you're upset, but please...

"Anything we can do, we're here."

You don't care.

You just pack up.

You cold bitch!

You two-faced, lying, self-satisfied...!

What do you want me to do?

You know what? I want you to die.

I want you to die of cancer.

You might actually feel something for once.

You stupid cow!

-You promised me it would be OK.

-I did not!

-I did not say that!

-Shut up, just shut up! Shut up!

SHE SCREAMS

That's it Paula, OK? I need one more push.

-I can't!

-Yes, you can.

-What do you know?

-You can do it.

I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

There you go, there you go.

You did it! What is it?

It's a girl.

See? I told you. I always know!

Oh, thank you so much.

BABY CRIES

Oh, amazing! Amazing!

OK, release the pressure.

Good.

Flow is established, seems to be working.

Re-apply pressure.

We've lost him.

OK, Plan B. We'll attach the temporary shunt, please.

Would that be Mr Malick's shunt?

I won't tell him if you won't.

"Need to know" basis. I get that.

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

CLASSICAL MUSIC TURNED OFF

I have never seen anything so cold.

I thought this might be a lesson in hubris for you.

What about him?

What about how he suffered? You should've helped.

Him, not me.

But, no, revenge on me is far more important than your stupid patient!

My intervention wouldn't have been appropriate.

Of course. Because you never get emotionally involved.

-I try not to.

-Which is why you're so perfect!

I do think hope it contributes to my low morbidity rates, yes.

Because you're one of the winners.

You, with your brilliant career and your empty life.

Brilliance has its sacrifices, I suppose.

Well, if being brilliant means being like you,

then I'll take mediocrity any day!

Because I don't want to be

an emotionless freak who takes pleasure

in other people's lack of self-control!

Have we finished?

Please, tell me. Tell me, what have I done?

Why do you despise me all of a sudden?

I don't despise you. That's not how I feel at all.

What, then? Why all this venom?

What is it?

You know how this job can be. I'm simply trying to help you.

That's absolute rubbish, and you know it!

Just please tell me, what have I ever done to you?

All this contempt? What, do you...?

What?

Nothing, nothing.

-Do you...?

-What?

Are you in love with me?

Am I in love with you?

It's what everyone's saying.

No.

For goodness' sake, no!

What on earth...? No! Who put that idea into your head?

I don't think that, I don't.

-It's just people are saying those things...

-And you listened to them?

-I thought you were above that!

-Just let me explain, please.

No, I won't. Get out of my office, will you?

Go on, get out. Out you go, go on.

Go on. Out, out, out. Shoo, shoo, shoo.

Get out!

-Keys. I want to go home.

-Not brilliant timing.

No. Just please give me the keys. I need to get out of this hellhole.

-You had a fight with Hanssen?

-Car keys.

Sort it out, you'll be awake all night.

I'll be fine. I don't give a damn.

Just... Car keys. Give over.

What? What are you all looking at?

Oh! Yes, of course!

I've got mascara all over my face.

Yes, I'm a big cry baby, because I get upset telling people they're going to die.

You! Don't be like me. You'll be mediocre. Be like her,

cold on the inside. Get ahead. Look at all the nice people!

Marginalised. Ridiculed.

-Can I just say...?

-No, I do not know what the formal decision is on CTU.

Just so everyone knows, Jac wants it to herself!

Erm...

Well, on behalf of Darwin, I'd like to give you this.

And I bought you cupcakes as an ironic joke.

Mr Hanssen said that you liked musicals.

Everything from Annie to Xanadu.

Thank you.

-She's OK? She's well?

-Well, the midwife's on their way,

but as far as I can see, yeah. Is that OK?

I swear on her life, I never cheated.

I know. I know you never. You are a good man.

A handsome, brilliant man.

-What you going to call her?

-What's your name?

Eddi.

Not that.

You want to hold her?

No, no. I'm all right, thanks.

She's a good nurse. Brilliant nurse, yes? A genius.

A genius. We owe you everything.

BABY CRIES

(AMERICAN ACCENT) Just doin' my job, ma'am.

Never again, Sacha. Never.

Oh, Luc. Switch on your phone so I can lay into you!

So, you know his mobile number off by heart, do you?

'..please leave a message.'

So you leave us in the lurch, then you ruin a patient's life,

then you expect me to birth a baby all on my own.

-I swear, when I get my hands on you, I'll...

-You'll what?

-Where've you been?

-Preparing our evening of adventure.

-What?

-How exactly have I ruined her life?

You know that was completely unprofessional.

I don't think so. I sensed she was getting too attached to me.

Thought my absence might nudge a rapprochement. I was right.

-You make me want to vomit.

-Sex and me! I'm flattered.

-Shall we?

-Where are we going?

It's a surprise.

Hey, Chrissie. Mr Griffin pulled it off.

Thank goodness you pushed for it.

Didn't we think it was a hopeless case?

Well, actually, that was Mr Malick who pushed for it.

I was for leaving a kid with a prosthetic.

-He was the brains, I was the brawn.

-You were the skill. Too modest.

The annoying thing about Malick

is when he's being the greatest pain in the neck,

he does tend to be the most right.

I'm this close to reporting him to Hanssen.

-He went completely overboard with the patient's father.

-Mr Griffin?

Mr Piper, good news. We've managed to re-attach the hand.

-I heard.

-I can't guarantee 100% functionality,

but it will be as near normal as realistic.

Thank you so much. I can't tell you. Thank you.

-Can I see him?

-Yes, yes. Of course.

And I think we can forgo the social care intervention...

..if I can be confident that nothing like this will happen again.

Promise, never darken your door.

Mr Malick gave me just the wake-up call I needed.

Thank him for me.

Yes, I will.

Freddo?

It's Dad.

Dad?

Is Mum here?

She's in Florida, remember?

Mate, everything's going to be OK.

Your hand, they fixed it.

We're not going to tell Mum, are we?

She'll go ballistic.

I told her.

She went ballistic.

She's not gonna freak and rush back, though, is she?

No. Not till the adoption's sorted.

Good.

Cupcake? In exchange for a cardiac trauma unit?

No, thank you.

Aw, what method did she use to get her own way, then?

She hasn't even left, and you dance on her grave.

Au contraire, Elvis has left the building.

I'm sorry, did you not know?

Come on, come on, come on.

Mr Hanssen, have you got a sec?

No, I'm afraid I have a meeting.

Look, Mr Hanssen...

Please.

Look, can I just talk through what happened today?

Ah, Mr Griffin, I gather you saved the day

when Mr Malick overreached himself.

Mr H, I had a nightmare. I needed you to step in for me.

Mr Malick's instincts were quite correct.

He just needs the right support to follow them.

I think he realises that now.

I get it, OK? I need to be more open about my limitations

and that I can't be brilliant all the time,

but I need people to back me up. Look, I just got stressed out.

What on earth gave you the impression that I'm interested in your weaknesses?

You need to come and talk the family through the LCP.

Is this some bizarre joke?

You need to come upstairs and help them say goodbye properly.

Why? Why should I?

Because it's the end, and you need to be there.

All right. Well, if it makes any difference,

I forgive you for your ludicrous accusation.

You'll never speak of it again.

Fine. I will e-mail you with the outcome.

No, don't. Don't e-mail me, don't write to me,

don't send me your research papers for proofreading,

because I'm not interested.

Just crawl back into your private little isolated hell

and let's pretend we were never friends.

We were never friends.

So that's it?

You're a very stupid woman.

Wow! Wow, a reaction.

-What do you want?

-Just... Just...

Just some show of feeling.

This whole "You wasted my time", this betrayal. Just explain.

-Why?

-Because!

And who benefits from this display of so-called feeling?

Other than you?

Help me, please...

Somebody must...

Some help, somebody, please.

Help, please.

I've been here before, how is this a surprise?

You definitely haven't drunk for 48 hours?

No.

I need a blood sample. Control for my research.

Unless of course you're pregnant. You're not pregnant, are you?

No, I'm not pregnant.

Excellent.

Sorry. It's possibly not what you were expecting,

but it is for science.

Yeah, for science. Course, yeah, whatever.

You're squeamish, I can always distract you.

Oh, God, you're not going to...?

The procedure Mr Hanssen performed will help him feel comfortable.

Nutritional status will be maintained.

We will stop IV fluids and rehydration.

This will mean that his oxygen levels will slowly deplete.

Does it hurt?

No.

We'll continue to administer morphine,

and that should mean that he'll feel very little or no pain.

What actually kills him?

The drugs?

No.

Most likely scenario is cardio pulmonary collapse,

leading to a swift cardiac arrest.

In that case, we wouldn't seek to revive him.

Mr McMahon, do you accept the course the anaesthetist is suggesting?

Do I have any choice?

Is it pointless?

All this?

Is it pointless?

How do you mean, pointless?

Everything I've done for him

since the day he was born...

just a joke now, man. A waste of time.

There are some things we can't fight. Bereavement is one of them.

I can see now the profundity of your pain, and it moves me deeply

that I am unable to offer any further assistance.

I can only assure you, however, that in our experience,

this method of death is amongst the most painless.

Intervention now would merely prolong his agony...

and yours.

The time for separation has come.

We can only offer you, with utmost sincerity,

the truth that we, in some small part, feel your pain.

Every death in our care is a tragedy. We're never inured to it.

Ever.

I realise this is scant compensation, given the level of your loss.

But I wanted it to be said.

Thank you.

That does mean something.

So do we follow the pathway?

For your child to die before you, it's...

It's unnatural,

horrendous.

Without words.

I don't know it,

but I can understand it.

The acute agony will diminish,

to be replaced by a dull ache,

which will not go.

That much I know.

So...

do we return upstairs?

Oh, no, it'll be fine.

I'll take it from here.

Ah. This was found near the incinerator.

The assumption was that it was yours.

Mr Hanssen.

I don't know if you know, but I'm back on Darwin now

and I know you're doing an ileal resection.

I just wondered if there was any chance I could observe?

Absolutely not.

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