Wolf's Clothing Holby City

I need you to show some initiative and if you mess this up,

there WILL be consequences.

You've achieved the highest score in the region.

Out of the blue, without any warning, you just dynamite my department.

How do we know he's not going to axe our jobs?

We don't. None of us can afford to be complacent.

I booked you on a short course run by our HR Department.

I don't know what we're doing here.

I told you it's just a twisted ankle.

Came off the bike cos of my idiot driving

so I'm not taking any more risks.

-Next time we bunk, we take the bus - deal?

-Deal.

There you are. You're late.

No, I'm not. I mean I'm not here...

Not officially anyway...

Now. Ella Barnes.

-Ah.

-Good news, actually.

-Really?

-She's quit. So you, my friend, are off the hook.

-That's terrible news.

-Define your terms.

We can't just give up on her, she's barely even started.

Everyone finds AAU overwhelming at first - it's natural.

She's like a newborn on a battlefield.

The only useful thing she's done to date is e-mail her resignation.

She was showing great promise before someone knocked her confidence.

Stop, you're making my mascara run(!)

All right, just give me one more day with her, OK?

That's all I ask.

All right, fine. But you do realise she's the one you're going to need to persuade?

-You're saying yes to me?

-I'm saying one day.

And only because I'll be in theatre all day, so I don't have to watch this car crash.

Just make sure she doesn't kill anyone.

Ella, I'm sorry. I don't know anything about you leaving.

As you can see, we are really busy - so I need all hands on deck.

Talking of which - let me see yours. Your hands.

-Eddi - what do you think?

-For Mr Carmichael?

-They're perfect, I'd say.

-Me too.

Mr Carmichael, bed 3, faecal blockage.

-But...my e-mail - Mr Spence?

-When he gives you permission, then you are free to go.

In the meantime, our patient is in pain and needs your help.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Meeting?

-Meeting?

-And Ms Naylor's getting a bit...Ms Naylor-ish.

Good of you to join us.

Could you hand over your file please, Mr Hope?

This is the dawn of the paperless age.

Hang on. They're my records, my patient, you destroyed them!

Not destroyed, Elliot -

already electronically transferred onto a hand-held computer

which you should have found on your desk this morning.

From this moment onwards, Darwin patient information will be inputted into a shared drive.

When was this decided? Does Hanssen know?

I should think so - he's standing behind you.

Now, this is technology I expect most of you should be familiar with,

but if there are any computer dinosaurs out there, please don't suffer in silence.

I'm sure there are plenty among us who can help.

Now, I will be out for the rest of the day on a business matter.

But, when I return, I expect to see the minimum amount of paperwork possible.

Anything remotely unnecessary will be shredded. Thank you very much.

May I have a word, please?

Have you spoken to Mr Spence? I can leave, right?

Excuse me, what's happening with Mr Carmichael? He's in agony out here.

Actually, sorry, Chrissie, can you give us a minute, please?

-I'll deal with Mr Carmichael in five, OK?

-Never mind.

Listen, Ella, believe me, I know that AAU can be tough

and Mr Spence can be... difficult. But I also know

that it can be one of the most rewarding wards you'll ever get to work on.

I appreciate the pep talk, but I really have given this

-a lot of thought and...

-But the simple fact is

if you don't finish your rotation, you won't become a doctor.

Wait. Ella.

All right, I'll let you go.

But only if you agree to treat one more patient.

If it goes badly, then you get to leave.

But if it goes well, you agree to stay here for the rest of the day.

Just one more.

-Take charge?

-I'm going to be in theatre most of today,

so it's imperative that nothing interferes with my cases.

Interferes how?

I don't want any other colleague touching my list.

If that happens - you report to me straight away, OK?

Any colleague in particular I should be on red alert for?

There's a patient I want you to take special care of - Iris Mortimer.

Chronic Pancreatitis. Ouch.

She's in serious pain - been on the waiting list for months,

plus we've had to cancel the op once already.

So I want you to make sure that everything goes according to plan -

but...she can be a bit of a tricky customer.

I think I can handle it.

Head of Surgery, St Luke's in Manchester has been calling for you.

Come on, Petrenko, don't play coy, it doesn't suit you.

-What does he want?

-The word got out about my exam results.

I knew it - a job offer! Look, you're not taking it, right?

Yes, I can make the one o'clock meeting, thank you.

So I wanted to inform you of our plans to make Darwin

-a specialist Transplant Centre.

-When?

As soon as possible. And I'd like you to head it up.

Well, that's certainly an enigmatic reaction, Mr Hope.

No, no, I'm not... it's just so unexpected.

If do you accept, you will need to feel comfortable

working at the cutting edge of medicine and technology.

I understand.

Initiatives like the paperless ward must be embraced.

-Absolutely.

-Good.

Because of late I've began to suspect you don't even know

how to open a simple e-mail.

The professorship?

Yes, well, my surgical schedule has been extremely busy...

Holby must be the best in the new market place -

with you as professor and Head of the Transplant Centre

we would attract the highest calibre of staff and students.

-You want to use me as bait?

-In a manner of speaking.

Well, think about it.

And I would appreciate your answer by the end of the day.

And if you do accept I would like to see a little more organisation

and a little less chaos, shall we say? What's that?

No idea.

Nervous?

Can I make an observation?

You really need to just get in there and do it.

The local anaesthetic won't be working yet,

-you really shouldn't...

-Here. See, I've got a high pain threshold,

so you can just start straight away if you like.

Just do it, come on. I can take it...

Attagirl.

See, now we're cooking with gas.

-How are we getting on?

-She's doing great, right?

Dr Barnes, that is very neat work, well done.

Right, when you're done here, Kitty needs transferring up to Darwin

for a consult on her irregular heartbeat.

Then come and find me and I'll give you your next case.

OK?

OK.

Good.

It's typical Naylor.

They axe CTU and she's straight in there, showing off to Hanssen.

What's wrong with paper anyway?

Dr Valentine, where's your sense of adventure?

Technology shouldn't be our enemy. We see it as a trusty steed

on the perilous journey to the cutting edge of medicine...

I'm sorry, who are you and what have you done with Mr Hope?

Oliver, there comes a time in a man's life when he realises

this could be it - he could be about to reach the summit.

And when your time comes, I hope you're ready.

-Hanssen's job offer's gone to your head, hasn't it?

-PHONE RINGS

Hello?

PHONE KEEPS RINGING Hello? This code should be it...

Hello?

Dr Petrenko.

Hello.

Hi.

Isn't that Mr Griffin's patient?

It is, and if Mr Griffin were here, I'd have sought his permission,

but unfortunately, he seems to have gone off radar.

And left me in charge of his list.

Well, a visionary woman like yourself

-will surely see the benefit of my operation.

-Try me.

Imagine a world with no more adhesions,

no more encapsulation, no foreign body reaction...

A brand new mesh that's going to revolutionise abdominal surgery,

and you, Dr Petrenko, can help secure the contract for Holby.

What do you say?

Fantastic. Tomorrow.

Out of the question, I'm afraid. You see, a rare window has opened up

in the diaries of our esteemed colleagues at St James'

and at the manufacturers, so they can both observe...

this afternoon.

Sorry. Mr Griffin's orders.

We may have a problem... Iris Mortimer appears to have gone AWOL.

-How long has it been like this?

-I don't know.

-Days? Weeks?

-I...don't...know.

OK. So, what do you propose we do first?

In wound care, first you assess the patient,

then you assess the regional area,

then the local wound area and the current wound dressing regime.

Excellent, right, so - starting with the regional area...

Don't remember.

Picture the room you were in when you started the chapter.

-Blood pressure!

-Yes. Very good.

-It's a revision technique.

-So you're a teacher?

Not any more.

SCHOOLBOY: She's 16 - you can't force her!

It's just my parents are kind of strict.

If they found out we were together today...

Fine. No phone calls. I'll make sure Mr Levy gets these X-ray...

Hold on, now we know it's not broken,

so how much longer are we meant to stay?

You said she also hit her head, right?

We just need to check her out.

Hey, it's OK.

Though it's not exactly the romantic day you promised!

Is everything OK?

Stop!

Your operation is this afternoon. What are you doing out of bed?

-(I was escaping.)

-Mm-hm.

-That blondie...

-Nurse Lane?

She kept gabbing on.

I know her entire life history.

Right, no harm done. Let's get you back in bed.

Hmm! Whiskey.

Now, this is very important. How much have you drunk?

Couple of sips.

All right, well your operation isn't until this afternoon,

so you'll be fine. But no more going AWOL - understood?

IRIS CHUCKLES

Just like Viv - my sister.

She's always wagging her finger at me -

"You're a liability, Iris, what would Mum say if she found out?"

-Do you think she'll be all right?

-Who?

-Viv.

I think it's you we need to worry about.

What?

I'm a surgeon. That doesn't apply to me.

So you're saying if you turned off your phone right now,

-you'd be endangering lives?

-Yes.

-Hm!

-Researching hairdressers?

-Give that back.

Death by bad hair - you learn something new every day...

I don't have to explain myself to you.

Now return my property immediately.

Are you going to make a start, or is boring us to death

-part of the course?

-Wow. I can see why you're here.

Welcome everybody. Shall we begin?

I'm Jonny - neurosurgeon, St James's.

And may I say - excellent hair.

So Kitty passed out last night at a music concert after alcohol

and recreational drug consumption...

You make it sound wholesome, like playing hockey.

She sustained a gash on her left arm she's been treated on AAU.

-She's had a head CT and then was transferred here.

-Scan results?

Are on the shared drive. Which is on your computer.

You just need to double click...

Scan result clear.

Have you had blackouts like this before?

-Nope.

-All right, I'd just like to listen to your heart. Thank you.

Told them downstairs it was hot, I was moshing,

-just got carried away...

-I need you to be quiet for a second.

OK. Definitely a murmur. Right, we'll need some more tests.

OK, here we go.

Yes OK, this is it.

Right. Here we are. Mr Hughes, 73, weight problem.

-That's not you, is it?

-Does he even know what he's doing?

Right. That's strange.

She hasn't been prescribed... What painkillers is she on for her arm?

Doesn't look like she's been prescribed any.

The girl on the other ward was kind of nervy, probably forgot.

Right, well, we'll prescribe you some now. Thank you.

-Do you need me to show you how...?

-No, no, no, thank you.

Mr Hope, 1, Mr Computer, 0.

Just admit it, you like the girl. Nah, she's all right, man...

-when she wears her hair down...

-Should he be on his mobile?

I'm not sure.

Strictly speaking.

Vic says hello.

-Did I say something wrong?

-Why do you have to be

-so different with that lot?

-Sorry.

Can I get you a drink - tea?

-If it's from a machine...

-Only one sugar.

I know. Had me wrapped round this little finger of yours

since we were like, five years old, remember?

PHONE RINGS

Yeah. Wassup?

HE CACKLES

Don't listen to him...

-I know you, right?

-Excuse me.

Hang on a minute - got a Teletubby in front of me.

OK. Do me a favour, if you want to use your mobile phone,

-can you go outside, please?

-Yes, he's giving me hassle.

Arlow...

I'll bell you back.

Listen, Arlow, it's very simple - if you want to stay with her,

that's absolutely fine, but you'll have to keep it down.

OK? Otherwise you'll have to answer to my...girl.

HE WHISTLES

All right, all right. Yeah, respect.

-You really think that's a good idea?

-Absolutely. He'll behave. Trust me.

It's Kitty.

Throat swollen. Her B/P's 60/45.

She's tachycardic. Crash Trolley, please.

Kitty - Kitty? Can you hear me?

-She's arrested.

-Could she be sensitive

-to anything we've given her?

-There was nothing in the notes.

-Slow down Mr Hope, you'll make it...

-Frozen!

And she's in VF. Salmons, please. Thank you.

Have you seen these bruises?

Charging at 200. Stand clear!

Shocking again. Stand clear!

OK, we've got a rhythm. Airways are still swollen.

She's obviously sensitive to the painkiller we gave her.

Let's get the antidote -

0.4mgs of Naloxone please - quickly. Let's move to HDU, please.

I don't understand. I checked her notes on the system.

-There was nothing.

-Didn't she say she was allergic to anything?

I didn't ask.

SACHA: Should be able to leave soon.

We just need to run a few more tests.

It shouldn't be too long now. I promise.

What's that fella's name?

Patient confidentiality. I can't say, I'm afraid.

Yeah, but - he's a teacher though, right?

See. It is him.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

I don't like the atmosphere in here today. When can we discharge Hayah?

I just need to get her bloods done,

make sure we're not missing anything trauma-related.

-I'll get Ella on to it.

-Hm. I'm not sure about her.

-Why is everyone so determined to give up on her?!

-Sacha.

I just want you to have a little...faith.

-I do.

-Well, good.

-In you.

-Doctor...

-Iris, what are you doing out of bed?

It's Viv - I didn't tell her about the operation.

I need to speak to her.

Please, doctor - look, here's her number.

Got a live one there.

Hello. Yes, I'm trying to reach Vivienne Mortimer, please.

Are you sure?

Right. Sorry to bother.

Crap.

Problem?

No, just something I need to discuss with Mr Griffin.

I'm available if you don't want to interrupt his theatre?

No, thanks.

So I checked Kitty's details,

and it turns out the mistake was made on AAU - some med student

updated the details incorrectly, so it's not your fault at all.

Except we both know that's an excuse.

You always ask, always double check.

I was distracted by this flipping thing.

If you'd been using pen and paper, none of this would have happened.

We're not, though, are we?

Why am I such a buffoon with technology?

I can't even remember the code to my own phone.

-Do you want me to take a look at it?

-No, no point. Cutting-edge?

-Who am I kidding?

-What?!

Nothing.

How is Kitty?

She's stabilised, although her temperature's still raised

and her heart rate's still irregular.

Has she been complaining of discomfort?

You did see the bruising on her torso?

I'll be out in a minute.

Why am I here? Purely for the benefit of my staff -

good communication is absolutely vital

for the smooth running of a hospital ward,

so I'm the guinea pig.

I'll report back, and hopefully, they'll learn something from today.

Me? Truth is, I'm a compulsive liar.

Can't help it - just sort of comes naturally.

I know it sounds far-fetched, but it's true.

Rubbish. It's not a bodily function, is it? Lying?

Not like the valves of your heart opening and shutting.

Not like if you don't lie you're going to have a heart attack?

You're giving in to your desires. Lack of self-discipline -

-that's your problem.

-You see, that's the answer of a cardiac surgeon.

-Excuse me?

-Whereas a neurologist knows,

there are areas of the brain science will never understand.

Guess we're less uptight that way.

Bet you're used to rowdy teenagers.

-Teenagers are fearless, that's why they're dangerous.

-Dangerous?

Thought I could reach out to them.

I thought I could make a difference. But they think they're invincible.

When our school installed a metal detector,

the secretary's office turned into a scene out of Full Metal Jacket.

I said they should arm the teachers - any lip, and bang -

bullet straight to the head. That'd shut 'em up!

That study trick I taught you - I've got others,

I keep them written down in my wallet.

-Is there a problem?

-My wallet - someone's stolen it!

-Surely not...

-You think I'm lying? You think I'm paranoid.

-Is everything OK?

-Well, Mr Jenner can't find his wallet.

Right. OK, you keep looking here, I'll alert our staff.

Is that it? Is that all you're going to do?

You have a thief in your midst and you don't even care?

What's that? You're saying it was me?

-I'm sure Mr Jenner wasn't implying anything...

-Is that it?

I don't want any trouble,

but I think it would be best if you called the police.

Police?! You know who I am, don't you, sir?

Reckon just cos I'm off an estate, I'm a thief.

That's nice that is, sure open-mindedness...

Will you please just sit back down? Arlow.

Arlow, please - for me.

Typical of this society. Allow animals to roam the streets,

while the victims are made to feel like criminals.

-It was your fault?

-Not exactly. No. Her temperature is slightly raised.

-And you're not in any pain?

-Maybe a bit.

Earlier, we noticed some bruises on your body.

-Do you remember how you got them?

-I was pretty out of it -

I don't remember much, to be honest with you.

OK. Kitty, is there anything you want to tell us?

Anything you think might be relevant to your health -

family medical history, childhood illness?

-Nope.

-All the same, could we have the name of your family doctor,

please, just to be thorough?

-Can't remember.

-Name of the practice, then?

-What's your problem?

-Why can't you just drop it?

-OK, thank you.

What are you thinking?

She's got a temperature of 40 degrees and she's not sweating.

She's just had 200 joules passed through her chest

and she's sitting up arguing - something's not right.

It couldn't be... Could it?

What? Mr Hope?!

I need to speak to you.

You'll have to be quick, Dr Petrenko, I need to be

-back in theatre in five minutes.

-Yeah, it's about Iris Mortimer -

I think she's displaying signs of dementia.

I told you that she can be a bit of a handful...

She thought her sister was alive, but it turns out she died last year.

I appreciate your concern, but I don't want you to take

-any further action for now.

-But the woman is clearly ill...

I wasn't aware that neurology was your specialism.

Please, just come and talk to her -

you'll see for yourself, the woman needs our help.

You may have done well in your exams, Dr Petrenko,

but the fact remains, you are an F2,

you are NOT a registrar, and you're certainly not a consultant.

What are you doing?

-PHONE RINGS

-Still no luck with the code, then?

It'll stop in a minute.

There is this thing called the internet, you know.

For me - this is quicker.

-Ah! Here we go.

-What?

-Get me a needle.

-A needle?

Yes, you know, long, sharp pointy thing.

You shouldn't need the internet to find one.

That's it, you're doing very well. OK, just stay focused.

-Ow!

-Watch yourself! That's my girl you're butchering!

Ella. Why don't I take over here?

And can you go and see if Mr Jenner needs anything?

SHE SIGHS

-Please sit down, Mr Jenner.

-Talk about throwing you to the wolves.

It's that kid. Lads like him, they sense weakness and they pounce.

-It's different for Mr Levy.

-What do you mean?

He can make people like him off the bat - seen teachers the same.

But someone like you, you're more vulnerable.

They see you as a target, and they keep pushing and pushing,

they don't stop till they've got RIGHT under your skin.

Are you OK?

-What do you think?!

-I'm sorry.

You don't get it do you?! I'm not cut out for this.

I tried to tell you this morning, but you wouldn't listen.

You just keep pushing and pushing, but I'm not cut out for this.

Why are you smiling?

Come with me.

-I feel stupid.

-So what?

-I can't.

-Yes, you can. Yes, you can.

AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!

See? OK. Now your turn.

Come on.

-RAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!

-That's it. Louder. Louder.

BOTH: RAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH!

THEY LAUGH

-Doesn't it feel great?

-THEY LAUGH

That's what you need on AAU - fire in your belly.

And I saw it in you on the ward, just then.

But I'm not going to waste my time, trying to persuade you,

so if you still want to leave,

I'm not going to stop you.

Mr Levy...

Sorry Kitty, I just need to...

So what part of Scotland are you from?

-Glasgow.

-Is that nice?

If you like rain and alcoholics, sure.

-Incredible.

-What?

Dr Valentine, would you mind stepping outside for a while,

I need to discuss something with Kitty in private.

Kitty, I suspect you have a little known condition called CIPA,

which stops you from feeling any pain.

Am I right?

Why on earth didn't you tell me?

-That's why - that look.

-What look?

Like you've just seen a flippin' UFO. I'm every doctor's wet dream.

Not that I'm not flattered, but sometimes a girl

-needs a break you know?

-This isn't a joke.

-Tell me about it...

Not being able to feel pain is very serious

- your CIPA could be masking severe symptoms.

We need to get you an echo and look at your heart immediately.

So what sort of style were you thinking?

Maybe something a bit softer round the face?

You think you're really amusing, don't you?

Come on, gotta make some entertainment.

-Not like this lot's going to bring anything to the table.

-Yup.

-The sooner I'm out of here, the better.

-My thinking exactly.

Which is why I've come up with an escape plan. You want in?

We bleep each other - emergency brain aneurysm for me. For you...

Yeah, I get the picture. And then?

I can see you're worried about her - what do you suspect?

I'm just an F2, I do not have suspicions.

Oh, stop being so cagey Dr Petrenko, just say it.

You're concerned she may have Alzheimer's?

She was very confused earlier.

-What would you do? Theoretically speaking.

-Me?!

Oh, well, I would call up my very dear friend and neurology expert,

Mr Sharma, see if he couldn't swing by and offer

-a theoretical opinion.

-It's best for Iris?

Why sit on a diagnosis like this?

OK, I'm asking you.

Dr Petrenko, if Mr Sharma can come down today,

-how about scrubbing in on my mesh op?

-We're not bumping Iris.

You know, I'd have thought this is exactly the sort of opportunity

the star student like you should be grasping with both hands.

-I'd have to run it by Mr Griffin.

-Such an obedient little F2.

OK. I'm in.

I'm going to take out the backseats

and I'm going to put like a sound system in the boot.

Look, seriously listen, my brother gets them cheap gear

so obviously I'll...

Listen, you remember that teacher at our school?

The one that went psycho?

Yeah, from last year, from last year. He's at the hospital, ain't he?

What?

Yeah, he's still a psycho. Ain't you, Sir?

Nah, he's ignoring me, innit? Look, I've got to go, yeah.

Y'alright in there, Sir?

You know, I was only messing around, yeah?

So what next?

Well, Mr Jenner's cyst needs debriding - think you're up to it?

Mate, that old geezer's in the toilets.

-sounds like he's having an asthma attack or something.

-OK, thanks.

-What's wrong?

-You have an enlarged heart.

-Possible valve regurgitation.

-What does that mean?

Your heart is in danger of failure, we need to operate as soon as we can.

-I'll prep theatre.

-Thank you.

I don't want to die.

Kitty, I'm an experienced heart surgeon.

I don't want you to die either.

I thought if no-one knew I could finally have a bit of fun,

make friends, do normal stuff instead of being held hostage

by this stupid condition.

But I'm never going to be free of this, am I?

If you fix my heart, what's the point?

Kitty. What did you want to be when you were younger?

Did you have any dreams, goals,

apart from not wanting people to know that you had CIPA?

Then aren't you letting your condition defining who you are?

No one's ever asked me what I wanted to be before.

Listen, Kitty, I'm going to do my very best to repair

the valve in your heart.

They're prepping Theatre 1. We need to get into anaesthetics.

Ready?

Mr Jenner?

Mr Jenner, are you in there?

Mr Jenner, are you in there?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-Everything OK?

-Of course.

Why don't we get you cleaned up, OK?

This is the very talented Doctor Petrenko who will be

-assisting me in theatre.

-Hello.

-Shall we?

Excited doesn't begin to describe how I feel about your product.

Dr Petrenko, would you mind explaining to me

why Iris Mortimer has been removed from the surgical list?

She hasn't, her operation is happening later.

-Later this week, later this month? Enlighten me.

-Later today.

You're supposed to be smart Petrenko.

-You and Ms Campbell got her a Neuro Consult, yes?

-Yeah.

Which of course will mean that her consent form is no longer valid

when she's diagnosed with suspected dementia.

Of course I knew she was deteriorating,

but I was trying to ease the pain before the bureaucracy

associated with Alzheimer's kicked in. She has no-one, Frieda, she lives

-on her own. I was trying to help her.

-Why didn't you tell me?!

Because I was bending the rules and I didn't want you implicated.

-I thought I could trust you.

-What was I supposed to do?!

It's not much fun to be caught between the two Consultants.

Well, it's not as you've come out of this badly. Play the game,

assist Ms Campbell in theatre

and I'm sure you'll have a glittering career ahead of you.

I did not become a doctor to play games.

MONITOR ALARMS BEEP

-Whoa, what the hell's going on?!

-All right, she's OK.

She just needs more anaesthetic.

Kitty's a heavy drug user.

She processes anaesthetic much quicker than you or I would.

The condition of the heart is much worse than I thought.

-What can we do?

-Very little.

A temporary fix. Let's take a biopsy.

Most likely she's going to need a heart transplant.

-She's only 20.

-2-0 Prolene, please.

She could have been suffering with this for years.

That's why CIPA patients often die young.

Scissors please.

Pain may not feel like it, but sometimes it's a blessing.

It keeps us alive.

Would you like to close the pericardium?

You can have her referred here. Then you can treat her.

There are changes on Darwin I've got to get used to.

Fact is, Doctor Valentine, I might not be the best person for the job.

So, how d'you think your people skills are now?

-Don't talk.

-I thought there was no chance in hell

-you were going to do this.

-I didn't.

This never happened.

Not staying for a cuddle?!

Arlow, can I have a word, please?

-I think it's best if you leave.

-What?! It's because of the smoking?!

I give you a chance, you carry on intimidating the patients.

I've got no choice.

I didn't touch him - I wouldn't.

You promise me - no more trouble?

Yes. 100%.

There's soft and there's a pushover.

-Mr Spence?

-No. You didn't see me. I'm not here.

-I need to ask you something.

Petrenko, how many times I've got to tell you.

You're cute, but I just don't think it's going to work out between us.

-Shut up Michael, I need advice.

-All right. Shoot.

When you know that something is really not right,

but speaking up is going to cause a serious own goal?

You're posing me a moral dilemma? Wrong guy.

Look, Petrenko, you're a pain in the ass but you're annoyingly talented.

So use your instinct, do what you think is right and stop bugging me.

Experienced heart surgeon, you said, can't fix the CIPA

but you can fix my heart.

I'm sorry - I didn't anticipate the extent of the problem.

But as I say,

heart transplants carry a very positive prognosis these days.

Oh, save me the consolation chat. How about a bit of honesty?

I'm just another patient to you, a number on a file.

If you mess up, you don't really care, do you?

You want honesty, Kitty? OK.

There is no way that I would put you on any Transplant List

if you continue to abuse your body in the way that you have been.

Patients don't get put on transplant lists just

because they don't want to die. They get put on because they want to live.

-Well maybe I don't want to live!

-Is that it? Is that your decision?

Don't look at me like that. You almost killed me earlier

because you couldn't work a computer

a five-year-old could use. Why are you even here?!

MOBILE RINGS

Mr Hope? I'd like you to know something.

Sorry, Frieda, now it's not a good time...

No, it's not about work. Well, it is, but it's just...

-you've always been good to me.

-Let's talk later.

Sure. Later.

You're too late, I'm afraid. I'm just closing up.

No, I think I'm just in time.

Hello.

I just came to introduce myself. I'm not Doctor Petrenko the star F2.

I'm Frieda from Ukraine.

And over there, doctors have to make choices all the time.

-What are you doing?

-Save this patient or save that patient?

May as well toss a coin. It makes them tough.

But here is different. You have NHS, which means everybody

gets the treatment at the point of need, right?

Well today, an 84-year-old woman was denied

a treatment for a very painful condition, because of you.

Business beats the needs of a patient.

Is that the National Health Service you're so proud of?

Have you QUITE finished?

I have now.

Doesn't a nurse do that?

HE LAUGHS Rumbled.

I'll let one of the younger ones update your records with these.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said earlier.

No, you were right. Who was I trying to kid?

I am a liability when it comes to computers.

You'll get the hang of it.

Truth is, we all need to know our limits.

I hope you'll understand why I've made the decision to

transfer your case to a different Consultant.

I'll make sure you're in the best hands, OK?

You're giving up on me? You're going to walk away?

So that's it?

I thought this was your reason for getting out of bed in the morning?!

MONITOR ALARM BEEPS What have you done?

What d'you care - you're walking away, remember?

See, you can't fight the instinct to be a doctor any more than

I can change my CIPA.

-Goodbye, Iris.

-They've told me I'm not going to have

-the operation after all.

-I know, I'm sorry.

Can I be allowed my whiskey now?

But not too much, promise?

So like Viv. She'll be cross when I tell her.

Petrenko, please tell me the rumour isn't true?

So you get one job offer from St Luke's and that's it.

You're out of here? It's not going to be any different there.

-I know that. That's why I've turned them down.

-Then what are you...

I don't know. Maybe this...

It's a charity.

They need doctors to treat people on the outside of the system.

Asylum seekers, runaways.

All I do know is that I couldn't stand by today

and keep my mouth shut. I became a doctor to look after people

-and not budgets.

-Doctor Petrenko.

I'd just like to say that I'm sorry to see you go.

It's been a privilege working with you.

-Likewise.

-Not many people have the courage to stand up for what

they believe in as you did today.

I'd wish you luck, but I don't think you're going to need it.

Goodbye and er...

..thank you.

-She walked?

-Yup.

It's a pity. I liked her.

-Was it worth it?

-What?

-Did you get the contract?

-Oh, that. Of course.

Well, let's hope it's enough.

To placate Hanssen.

I don't think he's not going to be too happy

when he finds out you've just lost us our star F2.

That's it. You're doing great.

-Are you OK, Mr Jenner?

-Fine. Thank you.

-You gotta come! It's Hayah!

-Don't do anything till I'm back.

-What is it?!

-Arlow, can you step back please, let us work.

-Get the trolley.

-What was that?!

-Starting heart compressions.

He just shook his head!

Salmons, please.

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

-Shocking at 200. Stand clear.

-Stand back, please.

Why isn't she waking up? Do something!

-Just help her!

-Charge again.

-Just get on with it, can't you?

-Mr Levy said...

-It's a mess already.

Can't make it much worse. Just do it, please.

Shocking at 200. Stand clear. She's back. her sats are very weak.

Abdomen distending, BP dropping, page the on-call team.

Suspected internal bleed. Prep her for theatre.

Can I get some help here, please?

Stupid idiot! Watch what you're doing!

-Sorry. I'll stop.

-SHE GASPS

Good. Finally got what's coming.

Stop. Please. Sacha!

Guys, break it up.

-SACHA GROANS

-Are you OK?!

Yeah, I'm fine, just winded...

Quick, Ella. I need you your help to staunch the bleed.

SHE PANTS AND GASPS

Ella, please.

-Sorry.

-Help...

-I can't do this..

Sacha? Sacha?

Sacha, look at me. You've got to stay with me.

-Keep looking at me. All right?

-What're you doing?

I'm just going to call Michael.

-He's in theatre, he won't be able to come.

-He's got to come.

This better be good, Sacha. I'm up to my elbows.

Michael, it's Chrissie. Sacha's been stabbed.

-He's bleeding out really badly.

-What? How much blood is he losing?

A lot - he's lost consciousness. You've got to get here now.

Chrissie, I cannot leave this patient right now.

Can you tell if the blade has hit an artery?

Yes... there's so much blood.

You need to stop that bleed or he's going to die.

We've got two minutes tops.

Put me on a speaker phone - I'm going to talk you through it.

Can't we page someone else, a doctor?!

-Has anyone called the police yet?

-No.

-Do it! Now!

Chrissie, if we waste any more time, Sacha is going to bleed out.

OK. I've got arterial clips and the Vicryl.

You're going to need to open up the wound and get control of the bleed.

With the scalpel I need to extend the cut on each

-side by one centimetre.

-OK, I've made the cut. Now what?

Can you see the source of the bleed?

-OK. I see it.

-Now you need to take the arterial clips

and clip both sides of the artery.

There's so much blood!

Michael, it's Eddi. I can help. Do you want me to take over?

Yes, Chrissie. Let her.

It's OK, I've got it. I'm attaching the clips now, Michael.

All right, good. Now leave the wound open and get him into theatre.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

It's customary to knock.

When you offered me the position of Head of Transplants here, I thought

this is it - this is what I've been working towards my entire life.

-I'd be a fool to turn it down.

-Very good.

But...

..there's no point in pretending to be something I'm not.

Technology is my Achilles Heel. I'm slower than anyone else in the

hospital and no amount of training will ever make me a computer whizz.

So, if that is a concern of yours then...

I would completely understand

if you want to offer the job to someone else.

That's very candid, Mr Hope.

Although grave, I think we can overcome your technological block

with a little patience.

Thank you.

Oh and while you're here, I believe you have my phone?

You must have picked it up this morning by mistake

-So here's yours.

-Thank you.

Problem?

I think, there might have been a little accident.

I'm really sorry... Of course I'll buy you another one.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

I see.

Let me know when the police arrive and keep me informed, will you?

-Thank you.

-Is everything OK?

-No.

All right, Chrissie, I've got this.

You're going to have to trust me, all right? Soft retainers.

All right. Come on, man, help me out here.

Mr Jenner?

Taxi driver handed it in. It must have fallen out on your way here.

Your mum and dad are on their way, so you don't have to be scared.

I'm so sorry.

I love you.

So, how many computers have you managed to kill

while I've been away, Elliot?

Oh, come on, it's not been that bad today, has it?

You haven't heard?

It's Sacha.

I've done my best.

But I've got to be honest, the next few hours are critical.

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