A Crack in the Ice Holby City

You and Naylor, this weekend - I know.

-She found out about the weekend - she's not very pleased.

-She'll have to get over it.

No more nights in a single bed.

I need to know if Luc's coming back. If he's not, my life will be hell.

You really think he stole them?

I genuinely don't know. Lost notes, DDA compromised, theft.

Everything is falling apart around you at the moment.

If I'm so rubbish at it, you take care of it.

OK, fine. Give me the keys to the drug cabinets.

Luc, you'd better get your butt back here as soon as possible. Eddi's in trouble.

Hello?

Can you hear me?

Get him up to Darwin, please. Tell them he bypassed ED because of chest trauma. ASAP, please. Thank you.

What's your name, my love? Can you hear me?

-FAINTLY:

-Leon.

-Say again.

-Leon.

OK, I think the formal introductions can wait. Keep the mask on, please.

HTU.

Good to see my lab hasn't been sitting empty.

Stay and watch if you want mate, but we'll have to charge.

What a weirdo.

I thought you said the hospital was enemy territory?

It is. Lifts are no man's land.

-Morning.

-BOTH: Morning.

-Darwin?

-Yes, please.

There was a look. He covered well, but I definitely saw something approaching mirth in those eyes.

-So what?

-Gossip doesn't bother you?

-Nope.

BEEPING

Who is he?

Arrived ten minutes ago. No ID. Was about to complete my assessment.

Too busy chatting with Valentine?

-Huh?

-Don't look at me, look at him. Come on.

-Yeah, I need space.

-There's no time for space.

You are taking too long.

-I had it!

-Then why didn't you do it?

-I was.

Right, let's order a chest X-ray and CT scan.

Make sure the lung has reinflated

and when he's conscious I want you to find out

exactly who he is and how he got himself into this mess.

Or do you need help with that too?

-LUC:

-Thank you.

SACHA: Luc!

Sacha. Er, you're a couple of years out. It's not actually my birthday, but it's lovely to see you too.

-Oh great, so you're back?

-No, no, no, no. It's just a flying visit.

-But you got my message?

-Yes.

Good, because I'm really worried...

Much as it warmed my heart to hear your dulcet tones,

that is not the reason I'm here. I'm just collecting my research material.

Well you should have called me. I'd have put it on a bike - saved you the trip.

I take it you have seen her, then?

Yes, I've seen her.

I didn't come here to get dragged into the latest hospital soap opera.

Oh, because you're above romantic entanglements at work.

I'm just worried about her, you know? She's screwing up at work.

She's just not herself at the moment. And this thing with Max, that is a car crash waiting to happen.

Sacha, I'm the last person to be meddling in Eddi's private life.

Excuse me, just looking for a pen.

-Just come and find me before you leave?

-Yep.

-Promise me.

-Sure.

You not staying then? That's a shame.

Are you well?

-LAUGHS:

-Right, we're doing this then?

Pretending that didn't happen just now?

And what about the last three months, Luc?

No explanation for that? No sorry for freaking out or leaving me my key in an envelope?

It's good to see you.

Is it?

But you're not looking so great.

Well, wherever you've been, it wasn't a people skills course, was it?

God!

Good night, was it?

Honestly, you should have seen her. Any closer, we'd have been kissing.

Homana-homana-homana!

-Are you taking this seriously?

-Yes, I am. "Jac Naylor in shock bossy incident(!)" Do carry on.

-You two had a fight or something?

-Quite the contrary.

You know what, it's like she doesn't even trust me.

Oh, don't think you're special. Naylor and trust are not the best of buddies.

-Well, it's all right for you.

-What do you mean?

You're just shagging her.

Actually forming a functioning relationship with the woman

-is like picking through a minefield.

-Who said it was just sex?

-What? Do you like her?

-Oh yeah, yeah.

I'm totally in love with her, I was actually considering proposing(!)

-Jonny Mac, you're blushing!

-Get off, man!

Thanks for the support.

-What do you want me to say? She's a total bitch?

-Yes. Now tell me what to do.

JAC: Your job might be a good place to start.

Is the patient conscious?

-Yep.

-And?

-He's claiming amnesia.

-X-ray?

-I'm on it.

-How does she do that?

-I know. Sexy, isn't it?

Ow!

Where did you get your spray done? Looks proper fit.

-Spray?

-You're not telling me that tan's natural?

My day, a man wouldn't be seen dead in a beauty parlour.

Be lucky to get a bar of soap with your bath. And you can forget about hot water.

Was that during the war?

Sorry, what was that? You have to speak up, I'm afraid.

I agree with you. Men these days are far too vain.

Here, you're never 40.

Pardon?

Excuse me for a minute.

-# Happy birth... #

-Don't you dare!

-It's only a balloon.

-I can see it's a balloon. Everyone can see that.

I wanted to make a fuss of you.

You snuck out so early this morning, I didn't get a chance.

It's your big day.

I'd rather it wasn't a big day.

It's great when everyone at work knows it's your birthday.

You get a cake, crisps and a big card that everyone's signed...

-You've just described hell.

-Don't be daft, it's a milestone. You're 40!

Oh my God, it's your birthday! And 40, that's huge.

Congratulations! My mum's 40th was amazing.

I'll... get rid.

Okay, that was not what it sounded like.

Oh, so I didn't just hear you call me a bitch?

Mo's got it into her head that you don't trust her.

-Funny, that.

-Why?

New rule. No touching on hospital grounds, okay.

Interesting, I don't remember any complaints in the lift earlier on this morning.

Erm, excuse me. My boyfriend. I think he was admitted here.

-What's his name?

-Steve, Steve Thornby.

Late 30s, Caucasian?

Yeah.

I think our amnesia patient belongs to this lady.

How did you know he was here?

I got some weird text...

Amnesia - what do you mean?

Take her in, would you? And now we know his name, pull up his records.

Steve, you said?

He's been in an accident and can't remember what happened.

-Well, er - is he okay?

-We're waiting for his chest x-ray and a CT scan,

but he's stable for now.

This way.

-Steve!

-Steve?

Just go with it. You do know who I am don't you?

Of course.

-HE HESITATES

-Frannie.

-So you've got some memory back then, Steve?

-Bits and pieces.

But nothing from the accident?

Is it OK to just give us a minute?

Sure.

What does she know?

Nothing. What's with Steve, anyway?

-Just came to me. Thought it made sense...

-Run this by him, have you?

Your brother's a big boy, he can handle himself.

-Oh great, you're still here.

-Technically I'm not here.

Bus accident coming in and Mr Spence is having a spa day.

-Sacha...

-Please, come on! I'll fix it with HR.

-Didn't you get a replacement for me?

-That's one way of describing him.

As I said, I would really appreciate the back up.

It's all right, Sacha. I'm sure we can cope - it's not a major incident. ..Bed three, please.

Where do you want me?

I love you!

-I think they're lying to us.

-Probably.

Go and nurse!

They were really weird with each other, you know - furtive.

Maybe I should speak to her, see what's up.

Why don't you organise a group counselling session over tea and biccies(?)

Has he been booked in for his CT scan and chest X-ray yet?

-Radiology's backed up for the next half an hour.

-Which one was it?

-Mark.

-Double chin or balding?

-Balding.

Scared of women. Remind him you have the power to cut his balls off. Metaphorically speaking.

-I think he was genuinely busy...

-Fine, I'll do it.

LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER CONTINUES

Could we just keep the volume down please?

-I didn't know you could wake the dead.

-Sorry, Chrissie.

-What's the joke?

-Mr West...

-Jonas, please.

-Jonas was just saying I look like Mollie King.

-Who's that?

-From the Saturdays. Well fit.

-I so don't.

-People used to say I looked like Kim Wilde.

You know, the singer. From the late '80s.

-Yeah, I'm not really into retro music.

-I bet she was beautiful.

She still is! Bay one. Bed pans, please.

So he must be filthy rich then?

-Who?

-Your fella. Otherwise he's punching well above his weight.

Mr Levy is an extremely kind, generous and compassionate man.

-Just joking.

-I wouldn't give up the day job.

-You ok?

-I have a terrible hangover.

Yeah? What you need is one of my magical hangover cures.

You're kidding, right?

-What?

-You're peddling Camoxidan?

A bit of a coincidence after last week.

Oh come on, Eddi. Do you think I'd be that stupid? They're on prescription.

-I thought I told you.

-Last time I checked, they weren't an antidepressant.

Look, they're prescribed to me as part of my medication. They help with my anxiety.

Anyway don't knock it, they're a kick-ass hangover cure.

OK?

-There is a kid over there with a broken arm, this one.

-Wrinkly looking kid.

What...?

I'm snowed under, Luc. Give me five minutes and I'll find it.

Help, please. Quick, he's dying!

-I've got it.

-You might need some back-up.

His name's Edward.

Chest drain. I got it.

PATIENT STRUGGLES TO BREATHE

OK? Panic over.

-You saved his life.

-Bit of an exaggeration.

-Just doing my job.

-Thank you.

-Born show off, my apologies.

Max Schneider.

-Nice to meet you well, properly.

-Yeah, um, Luc Hemingway.

Next time a registrar on my ward asks for an X-ray,

I want you to assume the instruction is coming from me.

Which means gold star service. Understood?

BEEPING Wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of you!

Oh, don't tell me the equipment's on the blink?

HANSSEN: 'We're sure it's radiation, are we?'

The radiation monitor alarm went off. The patient has no memory of what happened.

So that's reception, two sets of lifts, AAU corridor,

Darwin main ward and HTU, not to mention Radiology. Where is he now?

He's isolated in Theatre One. I'm still waiting for his results.

As soon as you have them, report back to me, please. Until we know more,

limit your contact with the patient to the bare minimum.

Hanssen. Well, what about St James's? Keep me posted, please.

So our physicist is off sick, we have no way of knowing the radiation dosage.

-Right, so what do you we do now?

-Wait for St James's to send a replacement.

-And in the mean time?

We enact major incident procedure.

We're trying to track down a physicist as I speak,

but as a precaution we're closing Darwin and Wyvern receptions and stopping all transfers.

A help line will be set up for concerned patients and relatives.

Are there any questions?

Are we in danger?

Anyone who came into contact with the patient could be at risk

and will be tested to clear them of radiation contamination.

But until we know the exact levels of what we're dealing with we won't know the full extent of the risk.

So, I urge you all to remain professional, calm. Thank you.

Hi Mum, I just wanted to say I love you...

And then suddenly this woman started yelling from the front of the bus so we lurched to the left

and before I knew it I was hanging from the ceiling and all these people were screaming around me...

-Amazing.

-Totally.

-Just add a bomb to that bus and you've got yourself a movie.

I swear, I am never sleeping again.

Right, let's run full bloods, U's and E's, liver function test, amylase, clotting and a CT Scan.

Those are those big tunnel machines, right? The ones that look like spaceships?

Yeah, you can go with him if you like, make sure he isn't abducted.

-I'll leave you to run those tests, then?

-Sure.

And why don't I show you to the relatives' room?

You'll love it, it's got a plasma TV, fully-paid bar and a late night cabaret.

Stop.

Can I have a word? Please?

-What are you giving?

-Penicillin. That does not say penicillin.

-That handwriting is barely legible.

-You could have put your patient into anaphylactic shock!

Not looking good for her anyways.

-What is wrong with you? Is it me being here?

-Are you for real?

I just want to make sure we're OK, professionally speaking?

-Professionally speaking?

-Yeah.

-Yeah. In that case, we're just dandy.

JONNY: Mrs Jenner, I am as concerned as you are,

but as soon as we have more information, you'll be the first to know.

-What's happening with Steve Thornby?

-I'm waiting for his results.

You are?! But I'm the one dealing with his case.

Not any more. Look on the bright side. You've got time for that heart to heart with the girlfriend now.

It's not true, is it? About the radiation?

I'm afraid so. Try not to worry, we're following hospital procedure.

-Is it dangerous?

-I'm afraid we don't have enough information

-to rule out certain risks.

-What kind of risks?

-As I say, we're still waiting...

-I'm pregnant.

PHONE RINGING And when he said, "Contamination risk," what did he mean?

Contaminated with what? My throat feels a bit swollen, do you think that's a sign?

Keller ward. I'm afraid we don't have any more information at the moment.

I can put you through to the helpline.

Sorry. And about this morning - my mum's 40th -

-I didn't mean that YOU were old enough to BE my mum or anything...

-Chantelle, it's fine, really.

Good. Cos I wouldn't want to upset you. And anyway, I was reading in a magazine that 40's the new 50...

Right, could you deal with beds 5, 6 and 7?

-I'll deal with the rest.

-Why? Is this to do with the radiation?

Chantelle, will you just get on with your job and stop dithering?

-Nurse?

-What can I do for you?

-This radiation business, should I be worried?

-Nurse?

-It's a bit embarrassing - I'm crapping myself. My heart's going faster than a Maserati.

-All right, let's just try and relax, OK?

-Nurse...?

-Mr Mace, I'll be one minute.

-Harold, please. It's just that...

Look. All my nurses are busy, is it urgent?

All right, I'm just going to deal with well this patient and I'll be with you.

FRAN: Only just ten weeks.

I've been so careful, cut the booze completely, and now this!

-Oh God!

-Take a seat. Try not to worry, come on.

I can't help it. she's all I think about.

-She?

-Just a feeling. I can imagine Leon with a little girl.

-Leon?

I mean Steve.

Fran, if you've lied to us, there could be serious consequences.

Um, I don't know what you mean...

You're not in trouble, I just need to know the truth. Who's Steve? Fran?

-He's Leon's brother.

-So that man is actually Leon Thornby?

Wait here.

-LUC:

-You all right?

Yeah, I examined him when he was first admitted.

I touched him and then I went to see Chrissie.

-Have you been tested yet?

-No, no, not yet.

-Two minutes.

-Hmm.

-I wish I was like them.

-She's not normally like this, is she?

I mean, I've caught her on a bad day?

Sure, it's a bad day, but you know, when isn't it?

How long have these results been sitting here?

Nurse McKee, these results - how long have they been here?

I don't know, do you want me to ask them for you?

Hello, results. How long have you been there?

Oh, sorry, speak up. Mr Hemingway can't hear you...

-Our guy?

-Yep.

-Double whammy, eh?

-Indeed.

So, what do we do?

-Nothing.

-Nothing?

-If his injuries don't kill him, the fact he's riddled with cancer will.

-Aren't you forgetting something?

-What?

-His daughter?

I don't think she knows, do you?

-You shouldn't be in here!

-He's not Steve Thornby!

-What?

His name's Leon.

And he's allergic to Vancomycin. Which is why he can't breathe.

OK, Leon.

Try and stay calm, and you'll be able to breathe again very shortly.

Thank you.

-BANGING

-Hello?!

Are you OK?

I fell. I couldn't straighten up.

Why didn't you ask one of the nurses to bring you?

-I tried, but she was busy...

-Who was busy?

So, it turns out you're right.

-Sorry?

-Kim Wilde - still hot. I looked her up.

Here, listen, I hope I didn't offend you before -

-what I said about your fella.

-No, you didn't.

-Good.

-Cos I've got to say, whoever said you looked like her - blind.

-Oi!

Sister Williams, a moment please?

I've just found our 84-year-old patient on the floor of the men's toilet.

Apparently, you were too busy to take him.

Can I ask what the medical emergency was that got in the way? Or why there was no-one else to help him.

I was looking after bays 5, 6 and 7. You said...

Yes, all right. I didn't realise he was in distress.

It's your job to realise.

Look, I know we're all a bit shaken by this radiation scare,

but come on. I expect more of YOU, Chrissie.

Where's Fran?

Keep the mask on, please.

Doesn't look like much, does it?

-I've got it from here.

-What?

-You can go now.

He'll bleed out if you don't operate soon.

I'm perfectly capable of interpreting an echo, thank you.

-Let me scrub in.

-No.

-I've just helped save his life, how about you cut me some slack?

-I don't do slack.

Who in the hell do you think you are? You march around here like the Red Queen,

threatening to chop off people's heads if they so much as look at you funny!

At least you know what you're getting with me, unlike you.

The grim reaper in a pink tutu. Probably pricing up Leon's organs as we speak.

-All right.

-Going for a little cry, are we?

-No. I'm going to Hanssen.

-I'll do it if you like?

-I'm quite capable of talking to relatives, thank you.

Of course, but it would make me feel better - for the glory hunting earlier.

-Doesn't bother you then?

-What?

Max, treading on your toes? He's not. Good.

No point feeling threatened, is there?

I find it astounding that you have the gall to question MY professionalism.

-Meaning?

-I'm not the one who prioritised petty gossip over a patient's care.

-You've lost me.

-You and Valentine, this morning.

Oh, and you think we were talking about you?

I couldn't care less.

-It's bad enough that I know.

-Your focus wasn't on the job.

I wouldn't inflict that image of you and Jonny in the linen cupboard on anyone else.

Not interrupting, am I?

Of course not.

Is there someone we can call for you? Your mother, where's she?

No. She's - she's not around.

Look, there must be something you can do? He was fine this morning!

Pippa, I'm afraid your father's cancer is advanced.

He knew he didn't have long to live

and had stopped treatment some time ago

in order to enjoy the time he had left.

He didn't want any more aggressive procedures.

-So you're saying he's not worth it? Is that it?

-No, I'm saying we need to prioritise other cases.

Oh, so he's not a priority? I'm going to write that down, I could use that.

-Pippa, sweetheart, you're upset...

-Don't you dare patronise me.

You're going to let my father die

rather than give him the life-saving operation he needs.

This is about money, isn't it?

Well, before you consign my father to his grave,

maybe you should consider

how you're going to cover the cost of your legal fees

when the judge finds you guilty of negligence.

Look, hang on a minute. I think there's something we could do.

The echo shows the source is far closer to the heart than we anticipated.

I need to operate soon or he'll bleed out.

Either that, or the radiation will severely damage his heart.

Which is exactly why Miss Naylor can't do it on her own. It needs two people to get to the source.

I've operated on bullet wounds in similar locations on my own.

There's really no reason for both of us to take a risk.

Yes, but we've both been exposed already, so...

It's simply a case of acknowledging who's best for the job.

I'm the senior surgeon, therefore I will operate.

No, you will not. Neither of you will.

Until the physicist has done his risk assessment, no-one can operate.

So until that time, I'd be grateful if you would do your best to keep him alive without surgical intervention.

Both of you, please.

Unless, of course, there's a problem you'd like to discuss with me?

Very good.

"The avalanche was down, the hillside swept bare behind it,

"the last echoes died on the white slopes,

"the new mound glittered and lay still in the silent valley."

Why's he on the theatre list?

-Because I thought his name looked nice up there.

-You're operating?

-Yeah.

-But I thought Luc said...

-And I thought you said don't let him have it all his own way.

FRAN: Can I see Leon?

It's safer for you and the baby if you don't.

-But you'll be in with him - isn't that dangerous?

-Possibly.

I really need to talk to him. He doesn't know I'm pregnant. I haven't told him yet.

Honesty isn't really your strong suit, is it?

And while we're on the subject, is there anything else you haven't told us?

Why lie about your boyfriend's name in the first place?

-I've got nothing to say.

-It's vitally important that we find the source of the radiation.

Fran, we'll let you talk to Leon through the intercom if you like?

I... I don't know where it came from, all right? The radiation.

-We were just taking some spare piping.

-What, just helping yourself?

-Where?

At this factory. Leon said we could get money for it,

-but then there was this explosion.

-Which factory? What's the address?

-Didn't get you into trouble, did I?

-No. It was my fault, anyway.

Nothing broken. Which is lucky for you, because if I miss my trip then I'll be suing.

-Your trip?

-The Pyramids. Next month.

-Wow. That sounds like an adventure.

Yeah, that's tame compared with the old days - Peru, The Gili Isles, Turtle Island.

-Exotic holidays!

-No, work - I was a travel writer.

-You were a journalist?

No, I jumped out of the womb an 84-year-old codger.

-I'm sorry...

-Don't be. It's hard to look beyond the skin casing sometimes.

-I would have loved to have done some travelling. Nice dream, eh?

-Forget dreaming - go on and do it.

I wish - family life and spontaneity don't really go together.

Biggest decision I have to make is whether I take the lasagne or the shepherd's pie out of the freezer.

Careful, when you get to my age, you do a lot of living up here.

And microwave meals are not known to be good for the soul, are they?

What's this?

I thought you'd appreciate a copy seeing as though you didn't get a chance to make one earlier.

Anything else you want to know about him?

Favourite food? Favourite band? Name of his first pet?

I was merely interested in Mr Schneider's professional background.

-I'll leave the socialising to you.

-You don't like him, do you?

-Not up to me who Mr Spence employs.

-Oh come off it, Luc. What are you really doing here?

-Sacha asked me to stay.

-Why did you come back in the first place?

-I had some loose ends to tie up...

-Loose ends? What were they?

And what were you hoping to find?

Yes, can I help you?

My husband - Edward Franklin - is he here?

Thank you.

Right, so the police and fire services

have been to the explosion site and they're pretty sure it's Caesium 137.

-So now can we operate?

-No, until the physicist gets here, we can't be sure of the risks.

There's a man lying in theatre with radioactive material in his chest,

threating his internal organs and we just stand by and do nothing?

-I'll let you know when there's more information.

-This is more information!

Since neither of us are experts in radioactivity,

I'm not about to start gambling the lives of my staff.

-You know, about the cancer?

-Yes, we've decided that operating will just prolong the pain.

God no, he wouldn't want another operation.

He was sick of these places. He wanted to spend his final days at home, in his own bed.

-I'm sure. Well, he's just through here.

-Thank you.

-Have you lost him?

-The hospital's been a bit stretched.

Perhaps you'd like to wait in the relatives' room while I find out where he is.

Your daughter will be pleased to see you.

My daughter?

Just press the button by the speaker when you want to talk.

-Hello? Can you hear me?

-Yeah.

I'll leave you to it.

This is bad.

-This is serious stuff now.

-I know.

-We shouldn't have done it.

-We needed the money.

We always need the money.

I'm pregnant.

What?!

-No joy?

-We have to wait for the physicist.

Leon and Fran are still talking. Weird couple if you ask me.

-I didn't.

-Oh for goodness sake, I didn't tell Oliver anything.

-Maybe not, but now Hanssen knows everything.

-So what if you and Jonny are banging. Who cares?!

It's not like it's a proper relationship, is it? Not like either of you give a damn.

-Is that what he said?

-Why, did you think he'd fallen for you?

-Course not.

-Sorry, I didn't mean that.

ALARM SOUNDS

What happened?

He was angry, he got upset and then he just passed out.

-Internal bleeding?

-He's going to die.

-You heard what Hanssen said.

So did you.

Right, we've got a bleed. Suction, 4-0 prolene.

HANSSEN, ON INTERCOM: Stop what you're doing immediately, please.

-We can't, he'll bleed out.

-Mr Far needs to take a reading.

-Just give me a few seconds.

-I said stand down.

Please go ahead Mr Far, thank you.

GEIGER COUNTER POPS SLOWLY

Who are you? What are you doing here? Wait, I have a right to know who you are!

I've never seen that girl in my life before.

What the hell is going on here?

Just give us a minute, please.

What are you doing?

-Performing a splenectomy.

-Why?

To stop the internal bleeding. Scalpel.

-We agreed he wouldn't have surgery.

-Delivering the spleen.

No, we agreed I would talk to his daughter.

-Who isn't his daughter.

-What? Who is she then?

I don't know, but his actual wife's just arrived

and she's adamant that we shouldn't operate.

-He signed a DNR.

-Well, it's a bit late for that now, isn't it? Clamps.

Perhaps he'll feel differently when he wakes up and sees his wife again

rather than being left to die in a hospital cubicle.

-If.

-Scalpel. What?

-IF he wakes up.

-Cutting the two vessels.

-His BP's falling.

-Ah, bleeding out.

-Yes, I can see that.

-Do you want my help?

-Yes.

-I'll scrub in.

So the physicist has checked the dose rate in the area where you'll be working

and advised that the legal time limit you can be exposed for is 15 minutes,

after which they can start to detect chromosomal damage.

-How long have you had his chest open?

-Three minutes.

-Four, tops.

Therefore you have 11 minutes remaining in which to locate the material.

Once the time has run out on this clock, I want you out.

Stay in any longer and the risk of developing cancer in your lifetime is greatly increased. Understood?

No, I was speaking to Miss Effanga. Miss Naylor, I want you to step out.

-What? Why?

-Since you only have one kidney, you're already compromised

-and as we don't know the effect the radiation will have on you, I can't take the risk.

-Rubbish!

I said, step out.

So, Ms Effanga, you have 11 minutes. Good luck.

Start the clock, please.

Hey. Have you heard? The radiation -

there's no threat to the hospital.

We're all clear. Oh god, I was so worried.

Had all these disaster scenarios going through my head -

thought I'd contaminated you, Daniel, even.

Oh, come here...

Sacha, everyone can see.

I don't care. I don't care. I love you.

Sacha!

What's happening? No-one's told me anything.

Have they found out about the radiation yet?

It's Caesium 137.

What does that mean? Is my baby safe?

Long as you didn't spend too long near the radiation source.

-So I'm fine? We're both fine?

-Yes, it looks that way.

It's just...I don't feel great.

Then go to the pharmacy and take some paracetamol.

It's coming out faster than it's going in.

More fluids. Keep 100% oxygen.

-He's going into hypovolemic shock.

-OK, keep the suction going. Thank you.

It's no use. He's still losing too much blood.

Right, mobilising the liver.

Diathermy.

Cauterizing the tear.

RAPID BEEPING

Quick. 2-0 vicryl. Two 26 Robinson drains. Scissors.

-He's stabilising.

-But he's still tachycardic.

-Shall we close him?

-Pack him, close, have another look in 24 hours.

-And if he bleeds out again?

We respect his wishes. Which we should have done in the first place.

Bit of a cliche, isn't it? Turn 40 and start looking for grey hairs.

-Is there anyone in this hospital who doesn't know already?

-Chantelle let it slip.

-Really?

-I can understand if you were a little preoccupied earlier.

-Congratulations.

-Oh Ric, thank you.

Sorry to interrupt, but has anyone seen Jonas lately?

Don't tell me, he's my three o'clock gall stones?

On your desk you'll find a disclaimer witnessed by the hospital legal advisor

stating that I operate at my own personal risk.

Do you want it to get out that you let a consultant stand by and watch

while a registrar failed to save this man's life?

Can we reset the clock to 11 minutes? We need a new theatre team, please.

Let her take over, Miss Effanga.

How long will that be? Thanks, mate.

You do realise you should have been in theatre two minutes ago?

-I thought about it and I decided it wasn't worth the risk.

-What risk?

Being cut open while there's radiation flying around.

-Radiation doesn't fly!

-The point is, I'm young.

I'm in my prime. There's too much I've got to give.

My mum reckons I could model.

She's cooking me a high-protein diet for the gym.

-What?

-I didn't realise you still lived at home.

I am saving up to leave, just don't earn much temping.

I'm sorry - it's perfectly normal to feel frightened.

But the radiation thing was a false alarm.

Mr Griffin's holding your slot open for the next 30 minutes,

so if you change your mind...

I don't think it's going to jeopardise your modelling career.

Where's Mr Schneider?

-Don't know.

-The wife needs to be updated.

-I'm sure he'll do it when he turns up.

-Convenient.

We've removed your husband's spleen and repaired his liver,

but we were unable to get fully on top of the bleed.

He's holding on, but his pulse is very weak.

He looks awful. This is exactly what he wanted to avoid.

-I'm sorry.

-You said you wouldn't operate.

-It was a borderline call.

-A colleague disagreed and went ahead.

-Why isn't he telling me this?

He's busy on another case.

So few people are prepared to stick around and face the consequences these days, so thank you.

I appreciate your honesty.

My baby? Is it my baby?

Can I get some help here please?

-FRAN GROANS

-Fran, it's OK.

-I just want to find out if he's OK.

-Who are you?

-I'm not anyone.

-You don't know Edward, do you?

Then why pretend to be his daughter?

I didn't. The other surgeon just assumed.

You went along with it.

I use to see him on the bus, and he looked so nice.

He was always reading.

-You were sitting by his bedside, weeping.

-I imagined he was my dad.

I'm good at making things up.

About the only thing I am good at, according to my teachers.

Where's your real father?

I dunno, at work I guess.

You mean he's around?

Yeah. Although he's usually at the office.

And when he's at home, he spends his time watching cricket or the rugby.

But he doesn't... I mean, you're not unhappy at home are you?

He doesn't abuse me if that's what you're getting at.

-This isn't funny.

-You think I'm weird, don't you?

Everybody does. LUC'S PAGER BEEPS

-Is it him? Edward?

-You should call your parents, they'll be worried.

-How long has she got?

-Not long.

-Oh - there, there!

-Put your tools down now, please.

-Wait.

-Step out, please.

-I've still got time on the clock, I can take over?

-All right.

-What are you doing?

-I've almost got it.

I insist that you step out this instant.

-Let me take over.

-Just give me five seconds.

You're risking your life, not to mention your career.

Why don't you make yourself useful and update the girlfriend?

-She's in obs and gynae.

-What?

-Miscarrying.

-She said she wasn't feeling well, she didn't say...

-Step out, Jac.

-No, he'll die.

-Not if we work together.

I think we can do a VATS procedure, but I need your help.

-A VATS?

-Guide me through it from the gallery.

Trust me.

What's that for?

Let's just say I've been a bit grumpy.

-But it's YOUR birthday!

-Shut up and eat it before I'm tempted.

At my age, I can't shove that amount of calories in my gob without repercussions.

I was going to give this to you earlier,

but Mr Levy said it might be best to wait.

You can wear it to the party.

-Tell me...

-Oh, Mr Levy's going to kill me!

FLATLINE

Time of death, 1528.

Last thing I said to him was, "Don't forget to buy cat food."

Would you believe it? All this time battling the cancer

and a bus accident goes and bloody kills him.

I'm so sorry it had to happen like this.

At least we had a chance to say goodbye.

Oh I know it seems a funny thing to say,

but the cancer made us wake up...

..talk to each other, appreciate each other.

It's so easy to let things go unsaid.

-Eddi...

-What about her?

-Look after her.

Yeah, course I will.

-Can I ask you a question?

-Sure.

When you were with Eddi, did you find her quite...vocal?

-What?!

-I mean, a man wants recognition and everything,

but man, I'll have to start wearing earplugs.

Do you know what I mean?

-JAC:

-Now push the scope into the oblique pericardial sinus

behind the pulmonary vein.

The anaesthetist will have to stop ventilating.

Let us watch the clock. You concentrate on the screen, OK?

That's it. OK, good. Keep going.

Good. A bit forward.

-Right, there it is, go back. Go back, stop!

-Forward or back?

Back, but just a millimetre. Fraction more...

There! Don't lose your nerve.

Keep concentrating. You almost have it.

Careful now.

-Got it.

-Congratulations, Miss Effanga.

And Ms Naylor indeed. Excellent teamwork.

And the rest, ladies...

-Well, don't look!

-Trust me, if I was that way inclined,

-you would SO not be my type.

-Well, I take that as a compliment.

This is my favourite bra.

Thank you.

-Listen, I should probably come clean.

-You did tell Valentine?

What's the big deal? Everyone gossips about everyone here.

You know about Eddi and the new guy right?

It's only sex, after all.

Yeah, right, course it is!

What?

Jonny Mac - I don't know what you've done, but...

Just be careful, yeah?

He's a mate.

Well, this is really good, Luc, I mean it's very, very enlightening,

but you do actually realise you have to say the words out loud if you want me to hear them?

Max... You were right earlier.

My interest in him wasn't purely professional.

The fact you and he are...

I wanted to be sure...

-Yeah?

-The man's a sociopath.

-What?

A sociopath. A person who can at first appear charming, although glib.

Someone with a grandiose sense of self,

a pathological liar with a natural ability for manipulation.

Unable to feel remorse, guilt, empathy.

Someone ultimately, who is incapable of - or has an incapacity for - love.

That's not Max.

Max is just your average, uncomplicated guy.

You know, he likes sex, he likes watching sport on TV,

he likes going out, and heaven forbid, he likes me.

And he actually tells me.

That person you've just described...

..he's sitting in front of me.

Excellent, that went well.

Oh, would you? Yeah, I could do with some company.

Lynne, can I call you back? There's someone I've got to talk to.

- OK, thanks. Bye. - How is he?

He's dead.

Oh God that's awful, I'm so sorry.

And I'm sorry for the terrible...mix-up earlier.

I used to see him every day on the bus.

He always looked so kind and generous.

Always had his nose in a book.

Here...

I read him the last chapter, so he finished it after all.

SHE LAUGHS

What?

Ed didn't read books.

He just carried them around on public transport so he didn't have to talk to strangers like you.

Irascible old sod!

Aren't you...sad?

Sad? You have absolutely no idea what that word means.

-You off?

-Haven't decided yet. I might chain myself to the desk.

-Oh?

-My fiance is throwing a surprise birthday party for me.

-Lucky you.

-Not exactly Turtle Island.

But to be engaged, now that's one adventure I never managed.

-Hey, hey. Here comes our young buck.

-How are you feeling?

-OK.

Boys these days, no idea what real pain is like.

Come on then grandad, enlighten me.

-Oh, you're interested now, are you?

-I'll leave you to it.

Night. 1956, we were just starting out on a trek up the Himalayas.

Little did we know the weather was about to change...

The effects of the radiation still haven't fully come to light.

We'll monitor you closely for the next few hours.

We can't know if there'll be any damage to your internal organs,

but it's likely you will need a blood transfusion.

I survived the op, though, didn't I?

What happened to you?

Fran suffered a miscarriage while you were in theatre.

I'm so sorry.

Are you?

-It hurts.

-Maybe it was supposed to be this way.

-What do you mean?

-You and me. That's what works.

You and me?

Please, can you take me back to the ward now?

Frannie? Don't be silly.

You can't leave me.

What did you tell them? Fran?

Surprise!

-Are you mad?

-How could I be mad with you?

Now Chantelle suggested a spa day, but I just thought that sounded a bit dull, so...

-Was I wrong?

-A trip to the Northern Lights? That's amazing.

-I love you, Sacha Levy.

-Great, that's great.

-Tough day?

-I'm fine. I was just about to go.

Leave me alone.

SHE SIGHS

Oh shut up, you one-kidneyed freak.

He's quite intense, your ex-boyfriend, isn't he?

-That's putting it politely.

-He's coming over...

Do you want a drink, mate?

Oh no, no. Luc doesn't like to lose control.

I thought you'd both like to know that I've decided to stay on.

Well that is great news, Mr Hemingway.

Luc, please.

Luc.

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