Devil's Dance Holby City

-It's a research project...

-Yes, bored now.

Give it to Dr Valentine, he looks like he could do with a laugh.

-This is not a romantic encounter.

-You kissed me.

The scan's clear, Doctor Lo. No change.

Stay professional, and uninvolved.

Are you dealing with Luc's absence?

-Leave me out of it, Michael, I just want to do my job.

-Eddi, we did nothing wrong.

I've got something that might help.

Hand it over, then.

Oh, I can't give it to you here on the ward.

Sacha! Sacha.

Is she your patient?

Can you deal with her? I'm due in theatre.

Not really, but...

Where's Eddi?

Debrief with the Director of Nursing.

Fantastic!

Brilliant!

Did you bring my bag?

Good morning, Eddi, how was the interrogation?

I left you a message, was it in your car?

-No. Did you call the cinema?

-Did you check your car?

-I'm sorry, I've been a bit stressed out about this morning.

-My whole life is in there.

I just said I'm sorry!

Right, well, thanks for ruining my day.

Thanks for the support(!)

Got lost on her way from ED.

Sickle cell crisis and you've got a language issue.

Have ED guessed that or was there a screen?

Bloods say sickle cell.

And the agonised whimpering seems to back it up.

Brilliant. All right, well, I can take it from here. Go back to...?

Darwin. So you'll dose her up?

Yeah... Massive whack of Camoxidan should sort her out.

Really? She weighs what, 45-50kg? We don't want her to get hooked.

-I'll start her on a 100mg pack and take it from there.

-Grand.

Can you get me the map, please?

Hiya, what's your name, where do you come from?

Odile. Sickle cell. Please help me.

Thank you. Map, yes? You know a map?

Excellent. Home of a thousand tongues. Which one?

Igbo? Yoruba? Hausa?

Yoruba. No English.

Yet happy to use the NHS.

Sacha, I need the DDA key.

I prefer not to hand it over without Eddi's sign-off, actually.

Fine, you can go and fetch me my patient's medication.

Is she not back yet?

No, she's still tied up with the Safeguarding Gestapo.

Come on, come on!

-You ready for brainwashing?

-How do they smell?

Cheap plonk, I'd say.

Mm. And now to teach them the meaning of regret.

These are your first newbies, aren't they?

Unsullied by the indoctrination of lesser mentors.

To be nurtured in the fine art of...

-Hero-worship?

-If that comes as a natural side-effect.

Good luck with that. Pre-freshers week.

Never heard such an excuse for an extended pub crawl.

-What's the worst thing to do on a hangover?

-I would say evac, but I fear for the patients.

-Bloods?

-You can't have them shadow?

Need to learn "kinaesthetically", say the deanery. Hands-on experience.

Talking of edicts - their appraisal forms.

Ah-ha...they get the mark of the Malick from day one.

A gang of mini-yous. I fear for the hospital.

It'd be wrong to give good marks for household chores, right?

I'm so glad you don't have kids.

Sorry. Just give me a minute. I'm trying to get motivated.

I snapped, I'm sorry. I was just panicking about my laptop.

-Did you find it?

-Doesn't matter. Did you get any sleep?

No, I was too worried about today.

I'm sorry I sent you home.

How was the debrief?

I'm going to get stitched up. They've got to blame somebody.

So dump Chrissie in it. She'd do the same.

C'mon, back on the horse. Need a couple of packs of Camoxidan.

Got the chart?

Oh, I tell a lie, it's only one pack.

Sign in blood, please.

Look at the state of this place. I should get it cleaned up.

I'm fed up with this, Max, you know?

The stress, the hassle.

Been there, bought the T-shirt.

I don't know if I can face it today.

-ALARM

-Oh, dear, what can the matter be?

It's not the flush, you idiot! What is wrong with people?

It's not the flush!

This better be important.

Please, will you sign off on my research?

I have a full list today and they just keep coming.

My deadline is tomorrow morning.

You said you'd do it over the weekend.

Yes, well, some idiot decided to make me a godmother, so that took precedence.

-Then please, do it now.

-I don't have a window.

Then I'm going to go to Mr Hanssen and tell him you're deliberately obstructing me.

And he will care this much.

-I will sit up and beg.

-Don't. OK? Fine, bed eight.

Paramedics reckon it was a minor heart attack.

I want a diagnosis and a latte, please.

Great. A runner.

She went thattaway.

Yes? Can I help you?

Er...did Ms Naylor discharge you?

-The rude one with the red hair?

-She wants you to have an ECG.

-OK, be up in a minute.

-So what happened?

I collapsed at the beautician's. Got a close-up of my wrinkles!

-Gave me a heart attack.

-Anything like that happen before?

-Nope, never.

Can I have some privacy?

Yes, sure.

-I thought you came by ambu...

-My eldest brought it in.

I just can't trust her to lock it right.

All yours.

Painkillers. Take two now, others when it hurts. OK?

Thank you. Ose gan, ose.

Eketa lose yi ti gbogbo eleyi fi maa sele niyi.

Se pe ko si nkan mi to wa nibe.

Eleyi o ti e gbo nkan ti mo nso.

-Bawo ni nse maa so loyinbo nisinyi?

-Sweetheart, they're very strong. They should take the edge off.

Give me a shout if you need more, OK?

Can you keep an eye on her temp? If it goes above 38, let me know.

-Thank you.

-Does nobody do any cleaning up around here?

So what have we got and what are we giving?

Don't worry about it, me and Kerry have got this one.

You focus on the plotters.

-What is she doing down here?

-Check we're all scrubbing behind our ears?

Hiya, can I get someone down here who speaks Yoruba? Thank you.

-Did she say anything? Has she been interviewed?

-Don't worry about it.

Hey, hey, I've got your back, OK?

Yeah.

Um...

Er, how much?

OK, no petting, no bombing, no skiving,

no breathing your boozy breath on the patients.

Are you following me, my little Malick-ites?

Sorry. There's a crisis on AAU.

You know Sister Williams. She's going to show you a procedure. And you will watch carefully.

-So patronising!

-Please, not evac.

Taking bloods seems basic, but it's a vital skill, guys.

I had hummus for breakfast.

And we will go hard and we will go fast.

Is he coming on to us?

We will be travelling at 900mph, so keep up and concentrate.

God, I feel minging.

Hey, hey. Stop talking at the front!

Right. Ready to meet some sick people?

Any questions before we start?

Can I have a kidney dish?

Sorry. I've got inflammation in my gut.

You going to step up, or do I send you home?

-Step up.

-Good.

Can I just have ten minutes to do something?

It's just the pharmacy was closed and I had to get here on time

-and I can't miss labs this afternoon.

-And?

You know Matt in the third year?

What? You taught him, like, seven times!

OMG! It's so true, you don't give a toss about us, do you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who says that?

Everyone. Anyway...

..I need the morning after pill.

-So if you don't mind, I could...

-I do mind. This isn't playtime.

Right.

Do you ever suffer panic attacks?

Nope. Definitely not.

OK, well, I need to speak to the consultant quickly.

Am I all right to nip out for a sec?

-If we miss her window, then it could be a while.

-I just want to get a magazine.

-I'm pretty sure you locked it.

-I'd lose my head if it wasn't screwed on.

Excuse me.

-Did you read it?

-Did you diagnose the patient?

-Not yet.

-Well, lucky I haven't read it then.

-My instincts say panic attack.

-Lazy!

-Aggravated by OCD.

-When did you train in psychiatry?

-It's based on observation.

Or a massive lack of understanding about the complexities

of compulsive behaviour. Nice. Judgemental.

I'm just thinking laterally.

Hello, Mrs Korkmaz, would you mind running through what happened again?

In specific detail.

Well, I was having an aromatherapy massage when, boof! The lights went out.

-Like a panic attack?

-No. Just boof.

You might want to repeat that ECG.

How many of these have you taken, six? Six tablets?

No, I mean before. In the past. How many?

It's a brown satchel. A phone and, erm, some medication.

Yeah, a week's worth.

Well, that should be obvious.

Last night.

-Yes, I'll hold.

-There's some confusion over Odile's medication.

-Just writing up the dose.

-She also said something about sickle cell. Have her bloods come back yet?

I'll check.

Sorry, I've just had this sick, nauseous feeling.

Let's hope you're not pregnant.

Can I have a quick word with you guys about the DDA?

Please, don't take this personally, but as a team,

maybe we haven't been 100% watertight on our drug record keeping of late.

I don't understand, you signed yours out, I left the room, then what happened?

-Sorry, I went back to the ward.

-It was open when I came in.

-That's my fault?

-I'm just telling you.

-You think it's my fault.

-Because you're in charge of it.

Chrissie found it, I thought I should mention it.

What's Chrissie doing checking up on our DDA cupboard?

Just think back, OK? Could you have left it unlocked?

I got called out to an emergency, so...yeah, maybe.

-I should've clocked it.

-Did you see anyone else?

No.

Madame no speaky English. Asked for Camoxidan by name.

Claims to have sickle cell.

Well, that's classic drug-seeker behaviour.

Hang on, hang on, hang on. Proof?

-Why don't we go ask her?

-No, I'll talk to security. These people are volatile, right, Sacha?

Yeah, leave it to the pros. Let's check via a blood test.

Well, even if she's clean, doesn't mean she's not swiped it for later, does it?

-Or she may have a tolerance.

-How many did you give her?

-One pack, max.

-Well, she's wolfed those down, she's taken six already.

And she's asked for more. Twice.

OK, let's switch her to fluids and non-steroidals, let's go from there.

Maybe translation can unpick all this.

And none of this raised alarm bells? For either of you?

Again, ECG all clear. Paramedics must've got it wrong.

-I'll leave you to tell them that.

-Show me.

And an angiogram for luck.

She locks her car. Repeatedly.

-So what?

-Surely we should...

Oh, what do you know? Ostial stenosis of the LAD.

Small, but a surgical problem that will need a bypass graft. Maconie, get consent.

-Yes, ma'am.

-I thought you were fully booked.

I can always make a window.

Don't let her wind you up.

She is not winding me up!

Of course, it's only the patients who over-stress(!)

I'm not over-stressed, I'm legitimately frustrated!

If she doesn't read my research, I miss my deadline.

If I miss my deadline, I don't get published before Christmas.

If I don't get published before Christmas...

Nothing happens. There's no rush.

Small scratch.

There we go.

Simple as that.

And that, my friends, is a master at work.

Round of applause, please. Who wants to go first?

Mr Griffin, my sister, Sarah-Jane, says hi!

Tell her I say hello back.

She never stops talking about what an amazing influence you were on her.

You changed her life.

Can't resist meeting your public, hmm?

Just keeping an avuncular eye.

-I'm guessing they're all hungover.

-Yeah, but any slacking and I go appraisal on their ass.

That'll scare them.

Read it again. YOU don't mark THEM.

-That's an insult to natural justice.

-An initiative from the arts department.

Oh, come on. I might as well just quit now.

It'll be like, "Mr Malick undermined my self-esteem",

"Mr Malick raised his voice." I'm a goner.

Just show them who's boss.

Without, you know, being like a boss.

Thanks for that, Gandalf.

Here's her number.

She really wants to work for you.

Changed my mind. Go. Be as fast as you can. You know...

if that's what you want. If that's what's right for you.

Thank you. I love you. I actually love you.

Whoa, whoa!

I can't stay overnight.

Are you refusing surgery?

-Yes, I'm sorry.

-That's against our advice, you understand that?

I know. I'm not daft. It's just...

Well, it's the way it is.

We wouldn't schedule it if it wasn't important.

I'm going to get the consultant to have a word with you.

It needs to be in the garage.

While I'm asleep, it needs to be in the garage.

-It is locked, isn't it?

-Yes.

You don't have to answer this.

But what will happen if you leave your car?

Lots of things can go wrong.

And what will happen then?

-Then I wouldn't have a car if I needed it in an emergency.

-Emergency?

If something bad happened. If I needed to escape.

Do you know why you feel like that?

If you must know, we got trapped in a forest fire in Cyprus when the kids were small.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We survived. Thanks to the car.

So it makes sense, doesn't it?

If the car's OK, I'm OK.

Yep.

My mistake. I'm really sorry.

It turns out I got completely the wrong end of the continent.

Why did you do that?

Only speaks Swahili apparently.

Cos all African languages are the same(!)

90 quid call-out charge. Marvellous.

Not my fault.

Right, that's it. I'm calling Safeguarding.

Hey, hey. He's going to stitch you up.

Who?

Big, fluffy Sacha. You didn't hear it from me.

Sacha, just give me an hour to sort this out.

-It's a major incident.

-They will fire me!

It's a stiff talking-to and a thousand lines.

No, I am already under a really big, dark cloud, OK?

Please, just give me a break on this. I've had a really rough few weeks.

Right, listen to me.

Nobody is blaming you for Ritchie Mooney.

Oh, so they're going to get rid of Michael, are they?

-It's no one person's fault.

-They'll look at all the people involved and point at the person who is

the least embarrassing to fire. And that person is me, or Chrissie.

Why are you being so paranoid?

Please, Sacha, OK? Let me at least try.

I can force a confession out of anyone.

That's true. All right, 20 minutes, OK?

Oh, great!

Brilliant!

-We're sending you to a different hospital. A better one.

-Okunrin yi joo. Je ki nso fun egbon mi.

Can you take her to A&E at St James's, please?

Don't worry, she won't die on you.

Go taxi, other hospital. Better hospital.

-No English!

-Take a box of these if it gets worse. Please, please.

Here's money in case you need it. Get in the taxi!

Just get in the taxi!

I'm really sorry. I'm sorry. Have to do this. It's for the best.

Go!

Sorry to disturb you during the break.

S'all right. What d'you want?

I'm struggling.

Come on, bloods are the easy bit!

I'm struggling emotionally.

Oh.

You know Matt in the third year?

Yeah. Heidi's boyfriend.

He's MY boyfriend!

-Has she gone to meet him?

-I have no idea.

-You excused her.

-I can't really tell you...

Everyone takes her side. Has she been flirting with you?

-No...

-Because if she comes on to you, watch out,

because she eats guys like you for breakfast, Mr Malick.

Thanks for the heads up.

What have you done?

Possibly started World War Three. How were they?

To be fair, they were good with the patients.

-They were focused, they listened.

-Eat my dust, Mr Griffin.

-They seem to like you.

-Really, what did they say?

They said you were sweet.

But that could be a young person's word for terrible.

So this is the passenger side, see that the front door is locked.

Back door. Boot.

And this is the driver's side, back door.

And we can see that the front door is also locked.

-What are you doing?

-Er, it's just for reassurance.

It's reinforcing a patient's self-destructive coping mechanism.

Yeah, but if it gets her into theatre, right?

No, 100% no.

I spoke to security and their advice is we make the accusation

-but make it clear it won't affect right to treatment.

-She's vanished.

-Well, that was careless of us.

What do we think? Done a runner?

Well, we don't know that.

Saw it, nicked it, cleared off, maybe?

-Is there an address? Maybe she wanted to go home.

-Did you put them back?

Did you sign off my doses?

-Sacha interrupted me.

-I didn't even speak to her.

-No-one will judge you for that.

-What?

-Look, let's just be honest here.

I should've sussed her from the off. You've had a lot on your mind.

You, it's understandable that confrontation with drug users is difficult for you.

No, it's not that.

All right. Well, let's just deal with this entre nous and learn some lessons.

No. We debrief this properly with the Safeguarding bods.

What if I say I mislaid them?

Am I losing it?

No. How about I say I didn't put them back?

Saved.

Cheeky mare!

Bed eight, please. As if, Max.

If she didn't steal it, which of them did?

OK, let's give her 10mg morphine, should knock her out,

obviously chase the translator and...yeah, good.

Excellent.

In disgrace?

In disgrace.

Failed on the case. Research spiked. Career...

Finished. Nuclear war declared. Asteroids plummeting out of the sky.

I wish you'd take me seriously.

So tell me, Dr Lo, how's the headache doing?

Gone, completely gone.

So you're fine for tonight?

-Um...

-What? My friends are great. They'll love you.

I'm sure they are, just...

It'll be fine. Trust me.

Beware the horsemen of the apocalypse.

Should we bring the scan forward?

I'm fine, it's nothing.

I have some time now.

I'm super busy with Ms Naylor today.

Could you release Dr Lo for an hour?

We're starting a series of monthly mentoring meetings and I have an unanticipated window.

I'm afraid not. The deadline's tomorrow for her research.

Ah, well. That takes priority.

Your introduction is too complex and your hypothesis weak.

-You read it?!

-We can whip through my notes now, unless you have to get her in?

No, she's stable.

All right, say Max is right, and I did delay a confrontation because of what happened...

-You're completely over that!

-Am I?

-Yes!

-I dunno. I just feel like I can't connect with Eddi any more.

That's because she's changed! Report it.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Eddi, hi.

What? Oh, that's great! Smashing. Rock on, Eddi!

Did you get it?

No, the stupid nurse wouldn't give it to me.

Don't badmouth nurses, got it?

OK. What's the problem?

Everything! I cannot be pregnant! I just can't! My parents would die!

I've worked so hard to get here.

I'm just not ready for a baby, but the thought of an abortion...

OK, calm down. We'll sort this out, all right?

Have you been with Matt?

No!

-Liar!

-I haven't! Malick, tell her!

I'm not getting involved.

Stop flirting with him, it's disgusting.

-I'm not!

-He's old enough to be your dad.

Right, ladies, stop this right now. The patients can hear you.

You're supposed to be doctors!

Yeah, exactly.

Right, you - in the office right now with Mr Malick.

And you, three more sets of bloods before I pass you.

Thank you.

Don't apologise. Unleash hell.

OK, this is morphine.

Apologies if you've been in discomfort,

but this pain relief is highly addictive

and it is my duty not to encourage misuse.

Do you understand?

Right.

I really am sorry.

I've not been on top of things.

You don't understand a word I'm saying, do you?

What did you do, track her with the hounds?

IV of morphine and I have booked a CT scan for the abdo...

Hang on, morphine? She could've taken anything!

-I'm sorry, just Max told me to...

-You could be OD-ing her!

What did the bloods say?

Well, I didn't think her bloods had come back yet.

They must've! Max wouldn't have prescribed without them, would he?

Well, he just told me... I don't... I don't know.

Wait a second.

Yep, they're here, they're on file, they're on the system.

This was at 9.30am. Eddi, they've been on the system for hours.

What? Well, there was nothing in her notes...

Hang on, hang on. It says here she's sickle cell positive!

How can you not know this? And what happened to the CT before?

Even I knew she had abdo pain from the off.

-Then why didn't you do a CT scan?

-She's Max's patient.

Oh, fine, pass the buck, why don't you? You're only the senior, right?

Come here.

Lost notes, DDA compromised, theft,

missing patients, missed bloods! Everything's falling apart around you at the moment.

Back off, Sacha, all right? You don't run the ward.

Well, you just acknowledged I was senior.

-Fine, you do it all! If I was so rubbish, you take care of everything!

-OK, fine.

If you're abnegating responsibility, give me the keys to the drugs cabinets.

Really? You really want to go there?

Yes, yes. I'm afraid I...

If you want to ignore every single guideline on drug protocol, then be my guest.

Can you get a CT scan for bed eight?

Bring me the results in Ric Griffin's office.

-Try and inform the patient for me as well.

-Cool.

Max'll back me up on this. It's not all my fault.

Do you know what?

If Max is so brilliant about looking out for you, where is he?

Hm?

Gynae nurses have to err on the side of caution.

You're a vascular specialist.

Surely you can see her argument is nonsense!

-When was this thrombosis?

-When I was, like, 11. Duh.

She's applying a blunt rule of thumb.

A simple look at Byward & Butler clearly shows

that the risk is minimal. Compared with the risks of me

killing myself or dying during childbirth.

She wants to fit me with a coil, for goodness' sake.

Have you ever heard anything so revolting?

You know, this is not really my area.

But if I was your daughter or your girlfriend? Seriously?

OK, I'll write you a prescription.

-Will you get it for me?

-No, no, no. That's a step too far.

Only I really need to make it up with Zosha.

The last thing anyone wants is another scene.

OK.

And this is all covered by confidentiality, right?

So, if you blabbed, I could, like, sue?

Only joking!

You call it pedantic, I call it perfectionist.

It's supposed to be complex.

-Yes, but not indecipherable.

-Fine, I'll work overnight.

Wow. Like being a proper junior doctor.

Patient's threatening to leave. Something about you getting her a magazine.

-Mrs Korkmaz...

-Did you get it?

No, I was held up with another patient.

You promised.

-I know but I didn't feel I was helping you.

-This is a dirty trick to play.

-No, honestly, I wasn't, I...

-Do you think I've not tried it? Cold turkey?

Do you think I'm that daft, it never occurred to me?

Ms Naylor asked not to help you.

Oh, you broadcast it, did you?!

Mrs Korkmaz...

Tara. She needs someone not completely insensitive.

Jonny, can you...?

We need to do an operation on your stomach.

This is a consent form. I need you to sign this, Odile.

I need you to sign this consent form.

Mi o gbo nkankan. E bami lo pe Egbon mi.

Mi o gbo nkankan, doctor. Mi o gbo nkankan.

You can't read this, can you? I don't know what you're saying.

Can I get some help over here, please?

Right, let's get you back on the bed. That's it, that's it.

We need to get her into a treatment room

and find another doctor to sign this off, OK?

Where the hell is Max?

Now, obviously it's in the mesentery, but do we think complete re-section?

If you knew she was a sickler, why wasn't this picked up earlier?

Good question.

I've done a paper on it. Ask the librarian.

Oh, brilliant. You are the master.

I wouldn't do that.

Where's Mr Malick?

He's really ill.

How so?

-He had to go and lie down.

-But not, like, hungover.

No! Not hungover.

Just like some kind of bacteria has over-riding his system. Perhaps...

Meningitis?

Shall we get back to the task in hand?

Perhaps you'd like to demonstrate what you've learnt this morning.

Get Zosh to show you, she's excellent at it.

Sister Williams?

Great covering, Zosh.

-Where's Sacha gone?

-Library.

Fine. You can demonstrate.

How many times did you check her car?

16. It has to be an even number.

Right, ask psyche if we should refer her.

I promised her we'd keep psyche out of this.

That was foolish.

SHE SCREAMS

I can't. No, please, please, I can't breathe.

I can't breathe!

Oh, crap.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Max, are you in there? Max?

Yeah, yeah. Sorry, it's me.

Sorry, coming.

Yep?

Are you all right?

I'm good, yeah.

Have you just been sick?

Yeah.

Odile's got mesenteric ischemia.

Sacha's not answering. You'll need to operate.

Don't worry, everything's under control.

What can you see?

Inferior wall.

Can someone get my glasses, please?

Give up. I can't see anything. I'm sorry.

Exactly. It was a trick question. Because there's nothing there.

But you saw it yourself.

There was a clear stenosis on the angiogram.

-We saw it together!

-Ergo, you must've done the something wrong.

or made a mistake in showing me the wrong results.

It's the right results.

Knife and catheter, let's repeat the angiogram.

I didn't mess it up.

Could it've been there and then somehow...got better?

Well, if that happened, we'd all be redundant.

Which would be a shame because you're on the cusp of such brilliance(!)

OK, here we go.

No narrowing whatsoever.

-I'm sorry.

-Don't apologise to me.

I'm not the one who's been put through traumatic unnecessary surgery.

OK, I need a blade. T-t-t-twenty-three.

Max, you're talking weird.

-Am I?

-What's wrong?

We're all good.

No, seriously, you seem kind of spaced out.

I'm not.

We can wait, you know. I mean, where's Sacha?

Worry not, my pretty.

Lovely. See how nicely I did that?

Now, would I be able to do that were I not, very, very, very OK?

It doesn't make any sense!

OK, let's go back to the ECG.

Nothing, I give up.

Don't, come on.

There's no suggestion of a heart attack!

Coronary spasm? Cardiac enzymes.

Nothing elevated. Agh. Think!

BEEPER

And there's nothing in the bloods, and I know the angio was right.

OK, our table's booked for seven. Look up Takotusobo cardiomyopathy.

OK?

Mrs Korkmaz.

I have to see it for myself.

We didn't find any sign of arterial damage.

Not just me who imagines things, then.

I'm sorry we put you through anaesthesia.

That was clearly very traumatic for you.

This got me into loads of trouble.

This is the passenger side. I see the front door is locked.

Back door.

Boot and this is the driver's side.

Back door and we can see that the front door is also locked.

What are you doing?

'It's just for reassurance.'

So you've never experienced these collapses before?

-Can you check again? Please.

-But you've just seen it.

I know but something might've happened since then.

When these thoughts come, can you...?

Don't try CBT on me. It's for people who don't think straight.

It's more reprogramming reactions.

I only collapse when I feel like I can't get out.

Blinking massage woman put stuff over my eyes and closed the door.

I just go black. I just need to avoid those situations.

Well, that would've been useful to know. We could've helped.

I just want to live a normal life.

If I check the car, I get that. Don't you understand?

My way, I'm in control.

But you missed a check today and nothing bad happened.

Except I got diagnosed with a mystery heart complaint.

Thanks for that.

OK, come on.

Have I, or have I not, done this all most excellently?

-Have you taken something?

-Nope.

I think you have. What is it?

OK, I took A LOT of ibuprofen. See, I am fine.

Though you are definitely a bit wobbly.

I think you should step away from the table Max. You're obviously having a reaction.

Why are you so continuously stressed all the time?

You're slurring your words.

I am 100%. I can see nice blood flow. And now I am going to clip the section of bowel

that needs to be chopped out and thrown in the bin!

-Clips please!

-No.

We're not giving you clips.

Clipperty clips!

Let's wait for Sacha. Please.

OK, in a break with protocol, I am now going to do everything myself

and get my own clips.

And, for the benefit of the tape, Dr Max is going to clip the vessel...

Oh, erm, er...

Max!

OK, my bad.

-You going to pass out?

-No, I'm OK.

-Let me do this.

-No, I'm good.

ALARMS

I am taking over now until Sacha gets here. You need to leave, Max. OK, right now.

You're very attractive when you're angry.

Go! Suction.

So, so sorry, I had my phone on silent in the library.

It's fine. Crisis averted. I just need you to clip this bleed.

-What the hell's the matter with him?

-He's ill. He almost passed out.

He was all right before!

Well, he isn't now! Can you help me?

-Push bloods please, thank you.

-Is she going to be OK?

Yep, looks like you saved it.

For pity's sake, Eddi. What's happening here?

He's ill, I told you that.

It's just screw-up after fiasco.

Oh, what, like you taking the key, and leaving me - a senior nurse -

unable to access the medication the patient actually needed?

You will not pin all of this on me, Sacha.

Why does anybody have to pin somebody?

Because your loyalty won't be with me, will it?

It's too out there.

A transient attack that goes and leaves no trace.

-Ms Naylor would eat me alive.

-OK, it's disputable but there's evidence

to suggest that healthy person subject to an adrenaline rush can crash

then recover with TLC and no lasting damage.

-Takotsubo cardiomyopathy.

-Never heard of it.

It mirrors acute MI. AKA Broken Heart Syndrome.

Oh. Yeah, sure. I've seen it. Mainly widowers but absolutely.

-Would fit your patient, yeah.

-I'm not pitching that to Ms Naylor.

-Just thinking about it makes me feel sick.

-Fear provokes physical reaction.

CF headaches on the day Jac stresses you out the most?

Yeah, but my headaches went as soon as I was in theatre

when I was most stressed.

You can't think your way in and out of physical illness...

any more than you can HOPE your way out of it.

Smurfette. Pizza or Thai?

We're pulling an all-nighter on her homework.

Um...pizza?

I prefer Thai. Ooh, and the Psychiatrist's here.

I'll let you deal with that, as you've a connection with the patient.

Tell her you made plans.

That's a joke, right?

Because my research is more important dinner with your uni mates?

Yeah, they're my mates. They're driving up from Exeter.

Are you seriously asking me to choose?

-No.

-Good, it's been, how long? And you're already trying to change me.

I'm simply asking you not to bail on me, again. That's all.

Nightmare. Pharmacist's threatening to GMC me.

Apparently I'm in conflict of interest.

Implied I might be, you know...

It's not funny. I could lose my job!

Well, you did get in a bit deep, didn't you?

I know. but what can I do, Chris? Let them go running to the deanery saying I screwed their lives up?

Just get involved without getting INVOLVED.

Brilliant. Thanks for that(!)

You know what? You should join the arts department.

Luckily for you, I'm feeling fairy godmotherish today.

SCREECHING I'm so sorry!

-Out of the way.

-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

-I thought you'd signed them all off.

-She was due to do it now.

-Then why say they'd done it?

-He was protecting me.

-It wasn't that.

-What's going on?

He can't tell you. If it gets out, everything will just fall apart.

Heidi, it's not that big a deal, OK. Just, shut up.

Mr Hanssen, have you heard of Takotsubo cardiomyopathy?

Yes.

And is it valid?

If fear caused the heart to stop, I would be surrounded by corpses.

-So I'm right to rule it out.

-However. It also moves in mysterious ways.

Which are never tested in evidence.

-Agreed it's mainly anecdotal. Yes.

-So...?

Fear corrupts the body in ways we do not yet understand.

Take, for example,

the spike in chest pain admissions on today's date.

-Really?

-It's more pronounced in the US than here.

But happens every year now.

ED for you. They don't sound very happy.

It's corrosive. But then you already know that.

Hanssen.

-If something serious impacts on...

-It's not! It's just... It's just a confidentiality issue.

Or a boundaries issue.

No.

How hard is it to teach bloods?

-I don't need a lecture, Mr Griffin.

-Clearly you do!

What is so earth shattering that I can't be told?

I messed up again, OK?

I was trying to support her.

Am I going to have to brace myself?

KNOCK AT DOOR

Malick, I've been round the whole hospital

and finally got you one morning after pill.

Is that what all this is about?

Did she cry real tears?

Max, I need to know what you've taken.

Too many antihistamines.

I am not stupid, yeah. What have you taken?

I told you - ibuprofen and antihistamines.

Ibuprofen doesn't do this, nor does hay fever meds or cough mixture or...

Are you accusing me of something?

Did you take the Camoxidan?

What? Are you seriously asking me that? Really?

Look, opiates go missing, you're acting really spaced out.

-Excuse me for being suspicious.

-The paranoia has finally got to you.

I want to know the truth.

You're really asking me this? Really?

Yeah.

-And you want to know the answer? Truly?

-Yes.

-OK.

I went out to the cinema with a girl I really liked.

I got distracted by said girl and left my bag somewhere,

I don't know where.

In said bag was my monthly supply of anti-depressants.

Anti depressants which, as it turns out,

react fairly badly with a desperate, massive dose of headache meds.

What, you don't believe me? Search me. Check my pockets.

-OK, I'm sorry, Max. I'm sorry.

-I'm the only person backing you here and you do this!

Oh!

Sit down, OK? It's all right.

I don't want you to see me like this.

I've seen worse, trust me.

Why are you on the medication?

I can't go into it.

That's fine.

Well, actually you know what? It's not fine. You can't operate like this.

I can't judge things when I'm panicking.

But you always seem so relaxed.

Oh, yeah, well.

I had a nightmare in my last job.

The whole thing sent me close to the edge.

I cannot have a repeat of it here.

Well, then, you need to go home.

OK? Because you can't stay on the ward.

I telling you, Mr Griffin, they have magic powers of manipulation.

I mean, they run rings round you.

This is why you never show weakness.

Watch and learn.

Come!

Guys, I so appreciate this.

Mr Griffin. Mr Malick.

No "guys".

No "guys". Got it.

You understand this is not a contraceptive method?

Oh, yeah.

Is there any chance you could already be pregnant?

I am honestly not like that.

It's not a judgement, it's a question.

No.

And do you understand that it could impact on your next cycle?

Got it, cycle. Got it.

I cannot tell you how much this means to me.

I will be telling everyone how amazing you guys are.

See feedback form? 10, 10, 10. It's the least I can do.

The least you can do is to stay here all night and practise bloods.

I would, but I'm supposed to be going out.

Zosh and I are taking the tutor group out to drinks,

you know, show a united front...?

I'm fully booked, I'm afraid.

OK.

Parenting teaches you some skills.

Is that cooked in sesame? What about the Pad Thai?

You don't sneak in ketchup to sweeten it up, do you?

Well, I'm sorry. These details are all important.

No, it's called being thorough.

Wait! Wait, Wait, Ollie.

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

-Please, don't leave without saying goodbye.

-I was just getting a coffee.

Oh, well, then please don't get a coffee without saying goodbye.

No petting, come on.

I'd like to go to Pulses for two minutes.

Oh, I'll just tell Mrs Korkmaz that she doesn't have a diagnosis

-because you're otherwise engaged.

-Takotsubo cardiomyopathy.

Lazy, lazy, lazy.

It's a valid suggestion. You can ask Mr Hanssen.

What've you got on him?

I've been sleeping with him.

You know what, Ms Naylor? I like my research as it is.

Well, I am not signing it off in its current state.

Well, then I guess I will just have to miss the deadline.

And if you do that then...

Then...nothing will happen. Thank you for your help.

Quitter.

What's the prognosis?

I was able to do anastomosis so she'll avoid a stoma bag

but she's had a lucky escape.

What happened in there?

I've been feeling rough all day.

I mixed too many flu meds with antihistamines.

You believe that, do you?

I saw him take them, Sacha, he's not lying.

The team thought you were drunk.

-What?

-Or stoned.

Fine, breathalyse me. Test me for illegal substances.

Can I have the keys back?

Yeah, sure.

I'm sorry. I agree it was stupid of me.

Just... I lost my temper.

Maybe we could do more on drug security.

Well, for the record, we are keeping the key somewhere more secure.

-OK, where are they?

-I have no idea.

-Well, you were last in the office.

-Honestly, Sacha, mate, I have not taken your keys.

Is this some sort of joke?

Or are you trying to get me into trouble?

Sorry to interrupt, I'm just returning these.

What are you doing in my drugs cupboard?

Chrissie, can you keep your nose out of my business and off of my ward?

Eddi...

I'm sorry, Mr Malick requested something that I knew you had.

"Mr Malick requested something". Chrissie, you're such an...

-Eddi, leave it.

-I'm the one who's doing her job properly. You're an embarrassment.

-What would you like for supper?

-Now we're back to a month with an R in it,

may I suggest moules marinieres?

How can we help?

ED think they transferred the same patient to you twice. I'm presuming the error is theirs.

-Fine, I'll leave you guys to it.

-No, stay. I'm sure no one person is to blame.

There's no point talking to her, she speaks very little English

-so unless your Yoruba...

-Madame, parlez-vous Francais?

Oui, je le veux! Oh, Dieu merci! Qu'est-ce qui m'est arrive?

Est-ce que quelqu'un a appele ma soeur?

No-one checked this when she arrived?

So she was clerked inadequately and then discharged early?

I didn't realise she spoke French.

Ignorant of Sub-Saharan geography as well as the presentation

-of sickle cell anaemia. I see.

-No, that's not what happened.

I thought she was well enough to go home.

As the doctor on her case, I have to take full responsibility.

These guys had nothing to do with it.

Je suis desole que vous ayez ete renvoyee si tot.

Apparemment, il y a eu un malentendu dans la prise en charge de vos soins.

Comment vous sentez-vous depuis que nous avons repris le bon traitement?

That's a question about us, right?

Elle etait tres gentille.

Je pourais dire de regarder dans ses yeux qu'elle eprouve pour ses patients tres profondement.

Is that good?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Une fois qu'ils ont compris que j'avais besoin de morphine,

ils etatient tres bons. Tres bon. Souvent, les gens ne me donne pas assez, mais ils l'ont fait.

Je transmettrai le message.

Et lui dire que je vais lui rembourser l'argent.

I hope you're watching the analgesic doses.

-We don't want her to leaving here addicted to the stuff.

-We're very careful.

May I speak with you in the corridor please?

We just lied to Hanssen!

I didn't hear anyone lie.

We should have told him the drugs were stolen.

We don't know that. We've got nothing, Sacha.

You ready?

I feel so underdressed.

You look very pretty.

-Should I lose these?

-Won't you get eye strain?

Of course! The headaches went when I put them on in theatre!

Wow, professor! You're not about to die!

Come on, let's go.

She mentioned you gave her money.

I didn't want to raise it in front of everyone

because you and I both know how damaging false allegations can be.

Is that code for telling me you know what I was accused of at South Brent?

Yes, it is. Will you tell me the truth, please?

Drugs went awry.

Eddi assumed she was an addict and threw her out.

It was a misunderstanding, but by that time...

-You'd paid the patient off?

-I gave taxi money to another hospital.

I was so ashamed of what'd happened, all my professionalism went out of the window.

I've seen sickle cell patients treated this way before,

it's just racism basically.

You didn't think to blow the whistle?

People don't, do they? Besides, it was a mistake, an honest one.

Right, well, I'm prepared to wait and see if the patient complains.

And we will of course look into any irregularities with our drugs systems

All right?

Hey.

You didn't need to take one for the team.

It wasn't for the team.

Do you want to stay with me tonight?

That'd be great.

You really think he stole it?

D'you know what? I genuinely have no idea.

And even if I did, I've got no evidence.

Maybe it was just bad communication.

I don't believe that, either.

-Night.

-Night.

-Ooh, Sacha. Was your sickle-cell patient all right?

I felt like I kind of dumped her...

You know how it is. It was early, I hadn't had a coffee.

Max dealt with her.

Cool. Night.

Night.

You're sure Eddi didn't know?

No, she hasn't changed that much.

Well, she doesn't look heartbroken to me.

Luc, it's Sacha.

You better get your butt back here as soon as possible.

Eddi's in trouble.

Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd