Last Day on Earth Holby City

Welcome to Keller.

Thank you. I'm really looking forward to working here.

I think it's going to be fun.

A female consultant skilled at manipulating people.

She makes Connie Beauchamp look like Mother Theresa.

Yikes!

Straight A student.

Oliver.

Tara Lo, I'm a new F1.

Go round your opponent and outflank them.

I'll do whatever I can to support you.

Thank you.

I won't make any more mistakes.

Yeah, it's saying things like that worries me.

Could this be the start of a beautiful friendship?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

ETA to the donor hospital, 45 minutes.

But we can use the blue light on the way back,

so we'll shoot through any traffic.

OK, she's infection-free and chest x-rays have come back clear.

So we'll start prepping her as soon as you give us the go-ahead.

Roger that. Over and out.

CHUCKLES

What?

"Roger that, over and out"! We're not going behind enemy lines.

I bet you'd like that if we were - all those men in uniform.

Just try not to make it look like you're having too much fun.

There's a storm on the horizon.

Race against time to save a young girl's life!

What's not to love?

Return trip should take about two hours.

Make sure theatre staff are in place.

Nurse, here are Jenny's obs. Change them from 30 to 15 minutes.

Keep an eye on her B/P, let me know of any alteration.

Nurse, let's keep Miss Mulgrew's obs at 30,

and let ME know if there are any problems. Thank you.

How's she doing?

Amazing. Considering.

All right, Mum, I'm not an invalid.

Didn't stop you being chauffeured about by Mr Handsome, did it?!

THEY LAUGH

How you feeling?

Still haven't heard from Drew.

Well, if you give me his number, I can keep trying him for you.

Is there anyone else you'd want me to call?

No. There's no-one else.

Any news on the...?

Our team are almost at the donor hospital.

Once there, they'll inspect the heart,

and all being well, we'll start prepping you.

What if it doesn't pass inspection?

In this case, that's not likely.

Why's that?

The victim's young. Healthy.

How young?

Late teens.

What happened?

He was hit by a car.

I can't give you any more information than that.

But I can tell you that he was carrying a signed donor card.

It's what he wanted.

One down, three to go.

I got hold of Mr Webb. He's on his way in.

Excellent.

I assume there's a good reason for the commotion?

I thought you were off.

So this is what you get up to when the cat's away?

Oh, that's how you see yourself, is it? The cat?

And me the mouse?

We can compare animal metaphors later.

I've got three more operations to get through.

Three?

Holby's competing with St James for a regional contract -

to be the chief provider of 3-D advanced laparoscopic surgery.

But the deadline's tomorrow morning and one of my spies tells me

St James's is in the lead.

So you decided on a bit of last-minute conveyor belt surgery?

Have you got something against faster recovery times,

improved cosmetic results, shorter waiting lists...?

What if there's a major accident?

You are aware that after-hours use of theatre is for emergencies only?

-No electives.

-That only applies after midnight.

-MOBILE RINGS

-And not a second past.

-Or what? You'll put me over your knee?

Metaphorically speaking.

I've worked on this for weeks.

-I won't let it slip through my fingers.

-Hello?

-Sorry to interrupt, I need your help.

-I'm on a watertight schedule.

OK. Sorry, I've just been summoned by the ED.

Can't keep them waiting. I'm on the way.

Oh!

Felix Wallington. 42. Diabetic. Abdominal pain, ketoacidosis.

He was sent up from AAU. He was stable until he got here.

How long has he been hyperglycaemic?

About two to three hours.

OK, set up an immediate insulin and dextrose IV.

That should stabilise him.

Excuse me, can you contact the diabetes team, please?

Check potassium and renal function and do another ABG.

-Should I cancel your colectomy slot?

-Absolutely not. Mr Griffin can take over here.

Oh, and don't forget to prep my next patient.

Where is everyone?

We can't just wait here.

Hang on...

I can't. I'm sorry. I can't let you.

Where have you been?

I was at a party. Didn't hear my phone.

A party?

Online thing. Friend of a friend of a friend.

I updated my profile status, thought you would have seen it.

It's an anti-Jubilee party.

Could you give us a moment alone, please?

I'm sorry. I didn't see your message until...

Don't worry about it. Just...

did you bring it?

Are you going to call him?

I don't know.

Why don't you go back to the party?

I can't just leave you.

I'd rather you were out there having fun than sitting in here

watching me getting poked and prodded all night.

You sure?

Yeah, yeah. Take loads of pictures to send me tomorrow morning.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

MACHINE BEEPS

Oh God, somebody help, please! Please, somebody!

Help her, please!

BUZZING

SHE GASPS FOR BREATH

Crash team, please!

It's OK. It's OK.

Just take deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

Mr Griffin...

Am I dead?

You're very much alive, Mr Wallington.

What time is it?

Just gone 8pm.

Eight o'clock.

I'm Mr Griffin, the Consultant General Surgeon.

How are you feeling?

You appear not to have taken your insulin.

Is there a reason for that?

There's no point.

Right.

Well, an endocrinologist will come down to see you in the morning.

In the meantime, we've ordered some tests

to assess whether there's been any long term kidney damage.

-Don't bother.

-Why's that?

Because there is no "long term".

Nothing you can do can make any difference.

We're all doomed.

All right, that's good.

Heart rate's returning to normal. Well done, Jenny.

It's OK, Mum. I'm fine.

Stop it!

Anyone would think you're the one who's going in for heart surgery!

Everything OK?

Tell you what, I'll go and get you some more magazines, yeah?

What are the chances that I won't make it?

It's not as simple as just giving you a figure.

But you hear figures all the time.

40% chance of survival, 60% chance of survival.

Those are generalised.

In your specific case, you have every chance of survival.

But I could die?

-I don't think that's likely.

-But you don't know.

Look, I know you're scared, and I know you want answers.

But life doesn't give us certainties.

It sucks, I know.

Thank you, Jenny.

Excuse me.

Tara, with me.

DIALS NUMBER

RECORDED MESSAGE: 'We are sorry, this number is temporarily unavailable.

'Please try again later.'

Don't suppose you've got change for a fiver?

Sure.

Hibs fan?

-Yeah.

-See them much?

Only when I can.

You got some good players.

Thanks.

Have you got one of these?

It's my son's. It's his.

That's his signature.

Just, he didn't tell me about it.

Now I just don't know what to do.

Mr Swift... I have to tell you...

I'm one of the transplant co-ordinators for the recipient hospital.

I'm so sorry about what's happened to your son.

We completely respect your wishes, and we're going to be off soon.

He's not dead. He's still breathing.

He could still wake up, couldn't he?

I'm sorry, I'm really not supposed to have any contact with you.

I promise, we're going to be gone in the next few minutes.

And what happens then? If you go.

I'm not sure I understand.

How many lives could he save?

I think you need to talk about this with the transplant team

from this hospital.

If I say no, and it's what he wanted...

Mr Swift, you're not alone in refusing donor card wishes.

It happens, and we always respect the next of kin's request.

THUNDER CLAP

The forecast was clear skies.

It's not an exact science, though, is it? The weather.

-Exact science?

-I've not finished taking your...

You want to see exact?

Look, according to my calculations,

the Mayan Calendar does not run out on December 21st 2012,

as everyone endlessly blogs about.

It runs out tonight.

Right.

Look, see for yourself.

Interesting.

Mathematics is the language of the universe,

and here its message is clear.

And what's that?

It's the end.

The end?

Of everything.

Oh. And that's happening tonight, is it?

Yes. Exactly.

Are you sure it's not just a little bit of bad weather?

The numbers don't lie. Look.

I'll tell you what,

why don't I make you a cup of tea whilst you waiting?

You're not taking me seriously, are you?

Of course, I am.

But we can't face the end of the world without

a cup of tea in our hands, can we? That just wouldn't be British.

Especially with the Queen's Jubilee and everything.

All right, milk, no sugar. Thank you.

That was Mo. There's been a delay at the donor hospital.

Father's withdrawn consent.

They're going to give him some space. He might change his mind.

Tara, it's never a good idea

to get too emotionally involved with a patient.

Do I look emotionally involved?

Not at this exact moment, no.

Do you know what's in one of those things?

Delicious meaty goodness?

About 2% meaty goodness.

The rest is cartilage, connective tissue, and testicles.

Jenny's gone.

The party's less than half an hour away,

plus she may need medical attention.

You stay here in case she turns up. Keep calling her.

This is my number.

Hey wait! You're not going anywhere. We have to call Mr Hope.

He's the on-call consultant.

We don't know if there is a heart yet. Why risk her transplant?

Because she may be emotionally stable,

which you would see if you weren't so involved.

If this was an adult, yeah I'd agree. But she's not.

She's a terrified 17-year-old who needs our help.

One hour. That's all.

Ollie, we can't let her throw this chance away!

I'm not asking for your permission. I'm going whether you like it or not.

Wait.

Give me your pager.

Nurse, if you need anyone, Mr Hope's the on-call consultant

and Mr Milton's the Registrar.

If the heart becomes available,

we tell the transplant team what's happened immediately. Understood?

Of course.

I hope you realise we could both get fired for this.

-What was I supposed to do? Blank him?

-You could've walked away.

Walk away from a grieving father?

If you're seen to be influencing his decision...

-D'you think I'd do that?

-Not intentionally.

The rules are there to safeguard us against exactly this kind of...

I don't have time for an ethical debate.

Then go by the book.

Hello, pot. My name's kettle. Pleased to meet you.

Look, I don't know what the hell I'm doing here.

But he asked me, what was I supposed to say?

Just be careful.

Have you always been good at maths?

I'm a college professor.

Not like other illuminated scholars,

the establishment didn't want to hear what I had to say.

Listen, would you do me a favour and give this number a call?

Who's Alicia?

My girlfriend.

I tried calling her before, but the network's all in chaos,

-as you'd imagine.

-Sure.

Ms Lane. My next patient good to go?

Gowned and ready.

Back on track.

LAUGHING

GIGGLING

-Can I help you?

-We're looking for Ms Campbell.

-Mum!

-Ellie. What are you doing here?

-Gabby's not well.

Hi, Serena. I love your hair. It's so shiny.

Are you drunk?

No. No.

Urgh... Oh, my God! I think I'm going to...

Come this way. Come along.

THEY GIGGLE

Eleanor. All right, sit down.

Right! Do not move!

THEY LAUGH HYSTERICALLY

I'll go and ask my registrar to get started.

You keep an eye on them.

In the meantime, not a word to anyone, do you understand?

Are you ready?

You've got to be kidding me.

"Lecture Series on Human Anatomy and Physiology",

"Epidemiological Studies of Diseases"?

Is this all you listen to?

I asked you to look for the map, not analyse my CD collection.

Yes, if I could find it underneath all these energy drinks.

Coffee stains.

-Sorry, don't believe in sat nav.

-You don't believe in it?

It teaches over-dependency, which you're demonstrating fantastically.

-You were supposed to be studying.

-We finished. Needed a break.

Temperature 38.5.

-Which equates to how many Singapore Slings?

-None!

Eleanor says you make a sick hangover cure.

Raw eggs and chilli.

If you ask nicely she can set it up intravenously.

Eleanor.

Pulse 120, B/P 150/100.

You've got some tenderness.

Right. Full bloods, urine, U&Es, CRP, glucose and amylase please.

Wow. I don't understand a word you just said.

That's so amazing.

Years of study and hard work. Nothing amazing about it.

But it is. People come here when they're weak and they're sick,

and you make them strong and healthy.

It's so amazing. So, so amazing.

Gabby, have you taken anything other than alcohol this evening?

-No.

-Let me see your pupils.

Can't she tell you how amazing you are without you jumping down her throat?

-All right, then let me see yours.

-I haven't taken anything, OK?

SHE TURNS MUSIC ON

Turn that off.

-Problem?

-Nothing I can't manage. Thank you, Mr Griffin.

THEY GIGGLE

-Please remember where you are.

-Thank you. I'll take it from here.

Here's your gown and we need a urine sample.

Toilets are down there on the right.

They're ready for me in theatre.

Hello?

Somebody open the door.

Give me a leg up.

-What?

-Come on.

Don't be so wet, just give me a shove.

He's testing the corneal reflexes.

They're usually ultra-sensitive, but in the case of your son,

there's no response.

Hiya. Is that Alicia Morley?

Hiya, I'm calling from Holby City Hospital.

Your partner, Felix Wallington, was admitted this evening.

He's stable, but...

GIGGLING

Oh... I see...

Stop it. Mr Killjoy's giving us the evil eye.

Oh my... Gaby!

Chantelle!

I'll page Ms Campbell.

-What?

-She asked me to keep her informed.

4mg IV push of Lorazepam first, please.

He's gone.

I still haven't called his mother.

Where is she?

In the States with her new fella.

LOUD MUSIC

-Anything?

-No.

GLASS BREAKS AND THEY CHEER

I'll look upstairs.

Whoever lives here is not gonna be very impressed.

-What have you given her?

-Lorazepam. No response.

-Why's this happening?

1,000mg fos Phenytoin, slow IV. I'll take over from here. Thank you.

Is there some reason you keep trying to get rid of me?

-SHE MOANS

-It's OK, she's just bitten her tongue.

Test results?

-I'll chase them.

-Has your friend taken drugs this evening?

Mr Griffin, I said I'd deal with this.

Ecstasy.

How many?

Just one. I think.

Have you taken the same thing?

I'm so sorry, Mum.

Excuse me. Nurse?

Did you manage to speak to Alicia?

Yeah.

And?

She's glad you're OK.

Is she on her way down here?

No.

You did explain what's happening tonight?

Mr Wallington, the world isn't coming to an end.

Right, how do you explain this?

An earthquake and two floods in the last two hours?

World News. Look.

She also said you broke up two months ago.

Well, that's a trial separation.

She seemed to think it was a bit more permanent than that.

Is that when you started to think...to realise...

You can go now.

-B/P's returning to normal.

-What about you? Nausea?

-Headaches? Dizziness?

-This is unreal.

Well, it's happening. Aren't we lucky? Symptoms?

-I feel fine, OK?

-Consider yourself very fortunate.

To be on the safe side, we're going to need to take your blood too.

I'm aware of that, thank you.

-Arm.

-Do I have to?

-Arm!

You're not gonna tell my parents, are you?

I'm afraid, this isn't something that we can keep from them.

Serena, please. They'll ground me for weeks.

They're not cool like you are.

While you're here you can call me Ms Campbell.

And I'll be calling your parents myself.

It's likely that the ecstasy's masking an underlying condition.

Given your abdominal pains,

we're going to have to rule out a few things.

Is there any chance that you could be pregnant?

-No.

-Are you sure?

I'm not pregnant.

-When was your last period?

-Mum, stop badgering her.

Lab says they're backlogged.

I've asked them to prioritise Ms Greendale's results,

they did do a pregnancy test.

-Negative.

-See!

Get me a serum serotonin level, and run a tox screen, on both of them.

PAGER BEEPS

My team's in theatre.

This is the second time I've left, I've got to go back.

You can't just leave her. What if she goes into one again?

Well, Mr Griffin's here and I'm just a page away.

Until we get her results, there's nothing I can do.

Just stay with Gabby, and try to keep calm. All right?

Serena. With all due respect, I'm not your babysitter.

No. You're the consultant on duty.

And she's your daughter.

Meaning?

Meaning that you're better equipped to handle her than I am.

She doesn't need "handling". And besides, she's not the patient.

She's on drugs.

That is a private matter, which I will deal with tomorrow.

As far as her medical condition is concerned, I've examined her.

The ecstasy's worn off. She's fine.

Page me when you get Gabby's test results.

We've already checked in there. Tara!

Jenny! Jenny! Jenny!

Ran away?

Guys, can you give us a second please?

We thought she might have come after you.

I haven't seen her.

Come on. We tried. We have to call the transplant team.

We can still find her.

Tara, I'm not in the mood for a wild goose chase.

We've only been going out three months. I didn't want all this.

Stop whining, and think. Where could she be?

Guys, not now, sorry.

She might have gone back to the hostel.

Hostel? What are you talking about?

Her Dad. He e-mailed her a few months ago.

-Not a peep since she was a baby...

-And?

Last week, she finally decides to visit him at this hostel he's at.

We take three buses to get there, and she chickens out.

THUNDER CLAP Oh, God. It's coming!

Mr Wallington, Mr Wallington, I need you to stay calm.

How am I supposed to stay calm when we're all gonna die?

-Just keep your voice down. Please.

-What's he going on about?

He's mad, just ignore him.

Excuse me? What did you say?

You won't be ignoring me when your whole world's ripped apart.

-Calm down. Please.

-You're scaring my friend.

She should be scared.

Mr Wallington, tell you what? I'm on a break. How about I read to you?

Read to me?

When you're sitting comfortably, I'll begin.

-You

-OK? I think so.

Is it getting worse?

Have you seen my mum?

I'm sure she'll be back soon.

-How soon?

-She needs to get through some patients for a contract.

I'm sure she'll be back as soon as she can.

Contract?

Excuse me.

"But the question on everyone's lips, are they real or are they fake?

"Commentators have speculated that while she was in LA,

"she had her ample bosom augmented by boob surgeon to..."

Chantelle, any word on the lab results?

Oh. I'll be right back.

-Just in.

-Thank you.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for someone.

Who?

Harvey Wilkins. He's a guest.

Yeah.

Mr Wilkins. He checked out.

When?

A few days ago.

Unless you're checking in, you best be off.

Almost at the finishing line. Mr Webb?

Gowned and ready.

Ms Greendale's results...

LFTs are normal.

-Look at the white cell count.

-Infection?

And judging from the location, I'd say appendicitis.

Maybe.

Let's monitor her overnight. And reassess in the morning.

You don't think that we should operate now?

She's borderline systemically unstable, not toxic.

We don't know what other chemicals might be in her system due to the ecstasy.

It's nothing to do with the fact that you have one colectomy patient left to go...

He's right. All you care about is your stupid contract.

I have had to disturbed my theatre twice this evening

because you have turned up on my ward drunk and on drugs.

Sorry, didn't realise. Maybe I should have paged you first.

Perhaps it would be better if you sit with your friend a while?

I'll be in theatre if anyone needs me.

I'll give Valentine a call. Tell him the bad news.

Can you hold off on that for one sec?

How'd it go?

As you'd expect.

I asked her about donation, but she could barely say a word.

Left it up to me.

I wanna see him again.

It was a great match, Sean.

Wish you'd made it.

Still, we'll always have Istanbul, won't we, eh?

Trekking to that stadium in the middle of nowhere.

Watching Milan tear us apart in the first half.

And then those six minutes of beautiful madness.

Stevie's header,

Smicer's screamer,

Alonso's pen.

Three-all. Extra time.

Dudek's saves. Penalties.

Oh. And when we won...

..I held you so tight.

Tightest I've ever held ya.

Bye, son.

OK.

Thought you'd be in theatre.

B/P's high. We're giving him some time. The one thing I don't have.

You know, I would never compromise patient safety to win a contract.

Everything I do is for the patient.

If I thought Gabby needed an emergency appendectomy,

I wouldn't hesitate.

But the truth is... I think I've missed something. Could be anaemia?

Chronic illness? Thalassaemia? Cholecystitis?

I have got no idea.

Sorry. I don't know what's got into me tonight.

My son, Leo...

..we had a tricky relationship.

He could drive me up the wall.

My daughter and I do not have a "tricky" relationship.

I'm just saying that I understand how difficult it can be to

negotiate the boundaries...

Negotiate the boundaries? And I'm not providing enough, is that it?

-No.

-She's a teenager who sometimes does what teenagers do.

As her mother, I take a pragmatic approach.

I'm saying, I understand what you're going through.

Forgive me for trying to empathise.

Sorry. I appreciate it. Thank you.

Please tell me your son grew out of it quickly.

He died.

Drug overdose.

Ric, I'm so sorry.

Would you mind, if you're not too busy,

looking over Gabby's results with me again?

I could do with your help.

PAGER BEEPS

Your colectomy?

Gabby.

B/P's falling.

I can't breathe.

She's dehydrated.

Pass me a 14-gauge cannula.

MONITOR BEEPS

Gabby, I'm just going to put a drip in your neck.

Just try to relax for me, OK?

BEEPING STOPS

She's stabilising.

I was fitting a urinary catheter just before it started.

There was PV bleeding.

But the pregnancy test was negative.

I think we should call the on-call sonographer.

And you and I need to talk and this time I want the truth,

before her condition gets any worse.

'This number is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later.'

Jenny!

Drew told us about your dad.

I thought this might be my last chance. You said so yourself.

-Nothing's certain.

-I didn't mean you should run away.

I was doing the exact opposite. I have to know.

Know what?

Why he left. Why he didn't think I was worth the time.

Jenny...

I'm really sorry, but we have to go back. Now.

Jenny, wait...

We're off in a minute.

I just wanted to say again how sorry I am.

What you did tonight, helping me...

-It was nothing.

-Nah. You stuck your neck out for me. Thank you.

Let's just give them a few more minutes.

Are you serious?

I think it might take her more than a few minutes for her to

catch up with the dad that abandoned her as a baby.

-Keep your voice down!

-What? So I don't ruin the big reunion?

Are you for real?

-What d'you want me to say?

-The truth. I was two years old. Why?

Look. You can't just show up like this,

in the middle of the night, demanding answers. It's not fair.

Fair?

I wish I could say it was a struggle.

But it wasn't.

I didn't even blink.

All I saw when I looked at you was... my future disappearing.

So I ran. Put you out of my head.

Like it never happened.

I'm sorry.

What is with this patient,

this girl, that makes you want to risk everything for her?

A donor heart? Your career?

MY career?

She's an identical match.

Practically the same size as the donor, has prognostic priority...

Yes, I know medically why she should have the heart,

but that's not what I'm asking you, is it?

Fine. You stay with her, if that's what you want.

I'm going back to Holby,

and I'm telling the transplant team what's happened.

It's over, Tara.

I'm sorry.

SIRENS BLARE

PHONE RINGS

Mo!

Good news. Father consented. Heart passed inspection. We're on our way.

ETA, 12.10.

-Tara?!

-I thought you'd gone...

-The heart's an hour away.

-What?

-Get her.

-How?

You saw how determined she was to speak to him tonight.

I don't care! Just do what it takes.

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

THUNDER CLAP

It's less than one hour to go.

Don't worry. Everything's gonna be fine.

Look, would you stay with me?

I'm just going to check if your results are back,

then I'll come right back.

Come on, spit it out.

We thought it was just a dodgy E.

-It was her idea.

-Go on.

-I...

..took the urine test for her.

Do you have any idea how much danger you might have put her in?

She begged, she wasn't keeping it anyway,

and her parents would go mad if they found out.

I was just trying to do the right thing.

Well, you couldn't have got it more wrong.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

OK, all right, just go back to Gabby. And try to keep her calm.

That's the best way you can help for now. All right?

Free fluid. Tubal mass.

Ectopic.

-How could they have been so stupid?

-Teenagers.

No, no it's my fault.

I got distracted, took my eye off the ball.

You didn't know they were lying. Neither of us did.

I'm her mother, I should've seen it. Serena Campbell, Keller.

Page the on-call obstetrician. Tell them it's an emergency.

Mr Wallington?

THUNDER CLAP

Mr Wallington, come out of there.

-No.

-I just want to talk to you.

Then come under here.

I'm not getting under the bed with you.

THUNDER CLAP Oh, God!

The second Mr Webb's B/P comes down he goes straight in, OK?

How long's she gonna be in theatre?

I don't know. The obstetrician'll page us as soon as it's over.

Is there anything you can do?

Not my field. We just have to sit and wait.

-Mum, I'm sorry.

-So you said.

-What else can I say?

For now, I think it's best you say very little.

PAGER BEEPS

What's wrong?

40 minutes left. Would you hold my hand?

Thanks.

Did he really have to come?

You said whatever it takes, remember?

How much time have we got?

-Enough.

-Can't you go any faster?

-I can barely see the road.

I thought you liked to live on the edge.

The heart'll get there before we do. If that happens...

We won't get there at all if we crash, so don't you distract me.

CAR SKIDS

What happened?

Obstetrician made a hole with the Veress needle

in the transverse colon.

And the ectopic?

All done. Do you think you can repair the tear laparoscopically?

-Is it a through and through injury?

-I can't tell.

No, I need to see the other side of the bowel. Skin knife, please.

-SHE BEEPS HORN Come on, why aren't we moving?!

-How long have we got?

Half an hour. If we're lucky.

-Tara, please, can you just try and get through?

-How?

-It's bumper to bumper.

-I think I can see a gap.

That's not a gap, that's a crawl space. Look harder!

At least I'm coming out with solution rather than pointlessly hammering the horn.

-A solution that obeys the laws of physics would be helpful.

-We're not gonna make it.

-PHONE RINGS

-Mo...

OK. We've made some time. ETA 20 minutes. Stroke of midnight.

'Tell Mr Hope he can take her into theatre.'

-Will do.

-I'm going to die.

It's going to be fine, you're going to be fine.

We've got till midnight.

Mr Hope, I have a patient for you to see.

I'll see him straight away, but I can't be too long, understand?

Yeah, OK. Just stay out of his way, don't say anything to him,

we're going to be there soon. Mr Hope's arrived.

I've talked to the emergency crew. They'll give us a blue light escort.

How soon?

As quickly as they can, but you're more than welcome to go out there and supervise.

You told them how critical it is?

No, I told them that Jenny had a sprained wrist and was late for a piano recital.

I was just thinking...even if I do get through this...

I'll never going to have a normal life, am I?

I'm always going to have this shadow hanging over me.

We all have a shadow hanging over us.

Just some more than others.

What d'you mean?

I mean...

The most important thing is to appreciate the opportunity

you've been given.

It's the only thing that matters.

-SIREN SOUNDS

-We're off.

Let's go!

I won't be long. No, have him ready. Thank you.

You're not still finishing the electives?

I've only got one left.

It's almost midnight.

Serena...

I'm not losing this contract.

Has anyone seen the patient?

I told Valentine to tell you to take her into theatre.

'We're almost there.'

Well, nothing would please me more, however...

-What's wrong?

-Never mind.

Quickly. I don't want to ask, do I?

No.

There's the tube. Right side.

The endoloop has slipped near the ectopic.

Clamps, please.

Ties.

B/P's stabilising.

Let's leave in a drain. Close her up.

Let my registrar know I'll be ready in about 15 minutes.

Cancel that.

-Excuse me?

-You ran out of time.

-Do as I asked.

You can argue this with Hanssen in the morning.

He wants this contract just as much as I do.

Not at the expense of a law suit.

Come on, whether you like to admit it or not, you've had a...

difficult night.

You know I'm right.

That does occasionally happen.

Get my registrar back on the line. Tell him to stand down.

Mr Wallington, it's a minute past midnight. It's a new day.

We're still here.

I don't understand.

I thought you'd be happy.

-Nurse Lane, test results.

-Thanks.

Even better news, your U&Es are fine. No kidney damage.

I remember the last time I broke up with somebody.

Felt like the world was coming to an end for me too.

Is that what you think this is? A delusion?

I think you've had a really hard time.

But it's gonna get better.

We're gonna get you some help.

I'm not sure there is help for someone like me.

What's that supposed to mean?

Unemployed. Middle-aged.

On the verge of...you know...

I'm not a psychiatrist,

but I think you went a bit beyond the verge tonight.

Think of today as the first day of the rest of your life.

A new start.

Just like that?

Why not?

We'll see.

One day at a time.

Um... Do I have to go back up now?

Mmm... I think we can stay here for a few minutes longer if you like.

SIRENS APPROACH

OK. Turn off the heart bypass machine please.

Heart beating nicely.

Always magical, isn't it?

Thank you very much for letting me know.

And once again, I can't apologise enough. Thanks, bye.

No raw eggs and chillies?

That was our neighbour. Mr Hallier.

Just how many drunk teenagers am I going to find sleeping on the floor?

It all got a bit out of hand.

Out of hand? Music blaring till the early hours?

People vomiting in the garden? Strangers in the house?

What's got into you?

You are not turning on the waterworks, not this time.

I'm not going to give you any lectures. You know the facts.

I can't watch you 24/7. So I have to trust you.

Next time you decide to throw a free-for-all in my house,

your "cool" mother won't hesitate to call the police. Do you understand?

Now go home.

Mr Hallier's going to help you get rid of whoever's there,

then clean the house spotlessly.

We'll talk some more when I get back.

Mum, Gabby was right about one thing last night.

What's that?

You are amazing.

Eleanor...

..I forgot to say you're grounded for the next month.

Your obs are looking great. We'll have you out of here in no time.

Thank you. Both of you.

All in a night's work.

Are you and him...?

God, no! I mean, no.

He's just a colleague.

But I guess we were both lucky he was working last night.

Kids.

Why?

Can I interest you in a cup of coffee?

I've got a better idea.

Dare I ask how you know where the manager keeps a spare key?

I have my sources.

One of your spies?

Bloody Mary?

How's your daughter?

Fine, and also none of your concern.

If I hear any rumours about her, I'll assume they came from you.

Do you really think that I'd go to those lengths to undermine you?

I don't know what you're capable of.

Well, I'll keep the gloves on, if you do.

SHE LAUGHS

Congratulations.

On?

Changing my mind.

Needless to say, you witnessed an extremely rare occurrence.

Like an eclipse or a supernova.

Wish I'd brought a camera.

Rest assured, I won't be quite so easily swayed on future electives.

That doesn't leave much room for negotiation.

Well, then to the next battle it is.

You look awful.

You look like the back of a horse's arse.

-You all right?

-Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be?

If you go soft on me, I'm trading you in.

After what you told me last night, I don't know if I can.

No better way to start the day, if you ask me.

-What was going on last night?

-What d'you mean?

Straight-A Tara Lo jeopardises her entire career over a girl.

So did squeaky clean Oliver Valentine. What's that about?

Maybe it's because it was the right thing to do.

It wasn't. We jeopardised a transplant organ.

Somebody could have died.

No-one died. And we saved a life.

What did you mean about living under a shadow?

What?

In the car. What you said to Jenny. "We all live under a shadow."

Clock's ticking for all of us.

None of us know when and where. We work in a hospital.

We see it every day.

I don't understand you.

Good.

-See you tomorrow.

-Tomorrow.

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