Hold On Me Holby City

I took the executive decision to close to non-electives.

That's interesting. Perhaps we should trial it for a longer period.

We've taken the decision to implement the scheme on a permanent basis from today.

This damn scheme doesn't work.

Come on, Ritchie.

-Come on.

-There's been a complication with Michael Spence's patient.

He's just died on the ward.

It's not your problem right now.

But it will be.

No petting. Come on.

-Why did you come back?

-I had some loose ends to tie up.

-Did you take the Camoxidan?

-Are you accusing me of something?

Opiates go missing, you're acting really spaced out...

-Excuse me for being suspicious.

-Wow. Wow.

The paranoia's finally got to you.

SIREN WAILS

-I knew there was a reason.

-What?

-Why you haven't hit the road, Jack.

-I told you, I'm here to stay.

-HR say you haven't signed your contract.

-I'm not going anywhere right now anyway.

-Seriously?

Look into my eyes. What do you see?

The horizon.

If I knew you were for real, I'd send Schneider on his way.

-Have a doughnut.

-What?

I know they're fattening, but they are a stress buster.

It's medical fact.

And what makes you think I'm stressed?

The report into what happened to Mr Mooney.

You've not forgotten, have you?

Well, certainly not now you've reminded me so sweetly.

Abigail Dutton.

Another present from AAU?

Acute abdo pains, hypertensive, and she was treated

-for a gastric ulcer last year.

-Good job we've got a bed then, isn't it?

Well, we did have.

Is this something else that might require a doughnut?

Mr Griffin doesn't want to discharge Mr Hassan until he's spoken to Social Services.

-Does this look like a hostel?

-Are you my mum's doctor?

Here. Kieran Dennehay. Pack him off with a goodie bag

-and turn the bed round double quick.

-How long's this going to take?!

-Tina!

-I am so sorry, Mrs Dutton. Bit of early morning gridlock I'm afraid.

I have to get to rehearsal.

There's nobody to pick you up.

I'm in the Wizard of Oz. It's the first night on Friday.

Chantelle!

She's playing the cowardly lion.

I wanted to play Dorothy.

-Sorry.

-I will examine you in a moment,

but let's book Mrs Dutton in for an endoscopy anyway.

The chances are it's a recurrence of your ulcer.

She's got blood in her number twos.

The doctor doesn't want to hear that!

Actually, I do. How long?

A couple of days, a week maybe.

-Right. Let's take you over.

-Thank you.

Hanssen's expecting us.

We could always be fashionably late.

Look. Before we go into this meeting, I just want to say that

whatever our difference is on this issue you have my full support

as a colleague

and I think that the best way forward is for us to work together

to address any problems that might be thrown up.

Have you been on one of those courses?

Shall we go?

-You seen Dr Valentine?

-He's been abducted.

Gaffer over the mouth. Bag over the head.

What are you talking about?

-Advances in Cardiovascular Cell Transplantation.

-Conference in Manchester.

Jac decided she needed someone to carry her bags.

You've only just missed them. Why?

-Nothing. I was just trying to call him.

-Anything I can do to help?

No, thank you. It's...personal.

-So it's true then!

-You and Dr Valentine.

-That is none of your business.

-Holby's own golden couple.

Aww. Bless. BEEPING

Well, this'll be why he isn't answering.

Well, we'd better put her out of her misery then.

"From Tara." Could be steamy.

-And very personal.

-Oh, come on. You want to know what it says.

-Don't pretend.

-Pathetic.

What? Tell me.

"Take lots of notes, semi-colon,

-"maybe you could email them."

-That's not a semi-colon.

-It's a winking smiley.

-No, no.

THAT is a semi-colon.

Who uses semi-colons in a text?

Girl needs help.

This is Carl Carter. Full-thickness chemical burns to both arms,

crush injures to the left leg and simple fracture to the right ankle.

-Straight into theatre.

-We should've come in sooner.

It's going to be fine.

Are you going to have to amputate?

Well, the sooner we get started...

-I love you so much.

-I love you too.

-I need you in theatre.

-Well, I might be persuaded.

-The poster girl for the caring profession.

-Just got a thing about putrefying flesh.

-Don't tell me.

You used to play debriding necrotic tissue with your Barbie dolls.

How did you know that?

-When's your break?

-I'm going to be really busy peeling a man's skin off.

HR just rang. Marching orders. End of the week.

-What? Why?

-Turns out now Mr Hemingway's actually signed his contract,

-I'm surplus to requirements.

-Did you know about this?

It's OK. I've put in a call to my mate in Brighton

and it's looking good for a six-month stint in his GS ward.

Great. Shall we do this?

Good morning, Michael.

-It's looking that way.

-No Mr Hanssen?

You're on your own, Bilbo. Gandalf's taking five.

Does that kind of talk help anybody? We are supposed to be colleagues.

Whatever you say, Ric.

All I know is that I'm not taking the rap for Ritchie Mooney

dying in the back of a minibus.

My apologies. I was detained by a steering committee breakfast.

-Sounds tasty.

-I assure you it wasn't.

-Let's hear it.

-I'm afraid I might have to disappoint you, Mr Spence.

The publication of the report has been delayed.

I will of course inform you all as soon as I have any news.

Well, the main thing is this non-referral system stays dead in the water.

-It's still the best system on the table.

-Oh, please. No zombies.

-Zombies, Mr Spence?

-Yeah, dead things coming alive again.

I don't want to have to shoot the head off another initiative. Could cause bad feeling.

Speaking of which, the log jam of patients coming up from AAU...

-That's not my problem.

-Well, I have a proposal to deal with the situation at our end.

-I thought we were putting a lid on these initiatives.

-I'd like to hear it.

Yes, go on.

Different practitioners work at different speeds which can block beds

for those of us who process cases more quickly than others.

She's calling you a slow poke.

-Yes, thank you, Michael.

-I think I got that.

I'm more than happy for you to saunter along

-at whatever speed suits you...

-Saunter?

..but to facilitate that I propose a system of consultant-allocated beds

where each consultant is responsible for their own throughput.

The only person you could block would be yourself. It would be easier to monitor productivity.

-Mr Hanssen?

-Please! Tell me you are not giving this crap any air time.

Oh, yes.

Yes, what?

I don't think this is the moment for a new initiative,

but thank you for your contribution, Ms Campbell.

-I could put some figures together.

-Not today. Could I have my office back, please?

-All right.

I'm out of here. I've got a throughput to see to.

Stinks, doesn't it?

Yeah. Maybe that was YOUR cue to get your backside down to A&E.

I'm not into conventional medicine.

-Oh, do you want us to stop?

-She's joking.

Some idiot left some drums on the common by Aoife's flat.

-What was it exactly?

-Something hazardous. Skull and crossbones.

I couldn't leave it.

-Could've called the police.

-Muppets.

-So you did the sensible thing and moved it yourself(!)

Seemed like a good idea.

-Not the first little accident you've had though, is it?

-What?

Your knees, I saw some scars on your knees. What's in there? Pins?

Little memento from my biker days. Took a year to get that right again.

Those homeopaths certainly know what they're doing.

-What's your problem?

-It might help the orthopods to know exactly how you did your knees this time.

So I pick this thing up, weighs a bloody tonne.

I'm heaving it over to where there's a skip up by the new garages.

I trip on the kerb. Wallop.

Next thing I know, it's on my legs, the lid's off and it's all over me.

Unlucky.

You'll need plastics on this.

You are done.

I don't need you apologising for me or answering for me

or controlling where my boyfriend works. OK?

Did it occur to you that today might just be

a day for a little humility?

It did. But I decided against it.

So...let me get this straight.

You see the report into this man's death as what? An opportunity?

An opportunity to find new ways of treating more patients

and saving more lives.

I don't want Ritchie Mooney to have died in vain. Do you?

-Excuse me. Where's the toilets?

-Through there.

If people stopped exploring new ways of doing things

every time a patient died there'd be no modern medicine.

If you were that concerned about medicine then you'd concentrate

on trying to become the best doctor you possibly could,

-rather than telling everybody else how to do their job.

-OK. Take Abigail Dutton.

As a doctor, I know that she has a history of gastric ulcers,

so she's going straight into the endoscopy suite

without delaying the whole process with x-rays or other time wasting,

-bed-blocking procedures.

-Like I would?

I liked it when you were talking about us working together

to solve our problems.

Working together, not ambushing me in front of Hanssen

with some harebrained scheme you haven't had the courtesy to mention,

predicated on the notion that the failings of this ward

are entirely down to my congenital indolence.

I'm very happy to be proved wrong.

It's not me who's acting like they've got something to prove.

Test results.

She's still acidotic.

What I said about you and Ollie earlier...

Not when I'm trying to work. Thank you.

I'm pretty sure it's empyema.

They're nasty little pockets of pus around your lungs,

-but I'm just going to double check.

-I'll sort out an x-ray.

-There's no need.

It's pretty standard.

-Are you sure this is a good idea?

-I do know what I'm doing.

I was just wondering if you'd done this procedure unsupervised.

Well, if I need supervision, I will ask for it.

Hypodermic, please.

That's blood.

And pus.

-You've nicked something.

-Yeah, all right. I've got it.

-What's happening?

-A haemothorax. I was...

-Yes, I can see what you were doing.

-It's definitely empyema.

-Shirley, my love, you've just been bumped up the list.

-YOU can help me put it right.

-I'm sure Nurse Maconie will give you

his version of events.

-What was all that about?

-I think it's what I said about her and Ollie.

-You need to give her Ollie's phone.

-I was trying to.

Is she going to be like this all day?

It's a new relationship. She's just a bit insecure.

Soon put that right.

What are you doing?

From Oliver. "You are so hot. I'd like to buy you something sexy.

"Lace or rubber?"

-Jonny!

-If that doesn't cheer her up...

I'm taking it off you.

Don't tell her yet. Please.

You all right?

What?

The... The hand.

Yeah, it's just, er...

Just pins and needles.

-Carl Carter, the chemical burns guy.

-Yeah, what about him?

His notes aren't complete. They only go back 18 months.

-So?

-The story about the barrel falling on his foot didn't make sense.

Well, if it had have fallen on his foot, it'd be on the metatarsal.

-Yeah, that's a calcaneal fracture.

-Jumping from a great height, landing badly...

He's probably running away from something.

Which I usually manage

to do without incurring full-thickness chemical burns.

Whatever.

Whatever. Oh right, yeah. Let's forget about it.

I'm sure any information about how he actually received

-his injuries is completely irrelevant.

-What are you trying to say?

There's a bit more to this job than patching people up and shipping them out.

Right. That's my job as well now, is it?

To be a criminal investigator? I don't think so, life's too short.

-You've changed.

-You haven't. You're still as irritating as hell.

Has it ever occurred to you that I don't have to stay here?

-I don't have to put up with this.

-And you would go where exactly?

I hear that Brighton's nice.

Someone's been eating my doughnuts.

I believe carbs are an integral part of Mr Malick's fitness regime.

-Really?

-Abi. Abi, wake up.

Hello. Sorry. Could you sign this, please? Then we can run you over to endoscopy.

-Where's Tina?

-She won't have gone far.

-I'd rather you didn't let her wander off.

-She seems to know her way around all right.

I'm not underestimating her capabilities.

No, I'm sure you're very proud of her.

It's easy to judge when they're not the one with the responsibility.

-Here she is.

-Where've you been?

-Toilets.

-What's that?

I splashed myself.

Are you all right?

I want to go to my rehearsals.

-There is a bus stop just outside.

-Tina doesn't know

-the bus route from here.

-I'll ask someone.

I don't want to come out and not know where you are.

-I'll come back.

-We're not going to argue about this.

They'll give my part to someone else!

Nurse Lane could ring and explain the situation.

No, you don't understand!

With respect, she's got a point.

I know you mean well, but I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me to deal with this, please.

Well, this should be pretty straightforward.

I don't think your mum will be in hospital for long.

-What do you say?

-Thank you.

-I think there's someone looking for you.

-What?

Over there.

Laurie, what are you doing?

Go away.

Please don't tell Mum.

Go on.

-Ms Campbell...

-Can it wait?

-About the report into Mr Mooney,

I know you say it doesn't bother you, but it bothers me.

Nurse Lane, I'm sure you have

far more important things to concern you.

I don't want to be a snitch, but I think there might be people who want to blame the whole thing on you

-and I know you'd never do anything to harm a patient.

-Chantelle...

I know my word doesn't count for much, but if you need someone

who actually works here to say how much we all respect you then...

Have I said too much?

No. No, Chantelle, not at all.

But, please, don't worry, I will be fine.

There's still plenty of doughnuts.

It's rude to stare.

And it makes you look a little bit like a stalker.

She's leaving.

-What?!

-Going to Brighton with Max.

You're kidding me.

Why would I joke about that?

-You've got to go and stop her.

-Why?

OK. All right. I wasn't going to mention this because

I'm probably just being paranoid but...

a couple of weeks ago some Camoxidan went missing from the drug cabinet

and Max was behaving really oddly.

-Why didn't you tell me this before?

-Oh, yes. Accuse a colleague of drug abuse.

-I must try that some time.

-Well, if you have reasonable grounds...

I was afraid it would reflect badly on Eddi.

You think she might be implicated?

I hope not.

-Have you noticed that thing he does with his hands?

-Yes. Yes, I have.

He says it's pins and needles.

-And?

-When I was at the Alex, there was a registrar there

had the same thing. He ended up having a seizure

in the middle of a paediatric pyeloplasty,

out of his mind on pain killers.

So, you think he's self-prescribing too?

Laurie?

I went to drama. They said you were at the hospital.

-It's not me. It's my mum.

-You were sick three times yesterday.

If she sees you, it'll make her worse.

-I love you.

-Please, Laurie. Not now.

-I'm not leaving.

-You'll ruin everything.

-Don't you love me?

-Of course I do, but...

-Tina?

-Go away.

-Yes, go away.

Tina, shall we just sit down? You don't look very well.

Tina? Tina?

-Tina!

-Can we get some help, please?

Tina is much more vulnerable than she looks.

You don't feel that she could live independently?

When she was 15, someone tried to take advantage of her.

You don't need to tell me.

She really didn't understand what was happening.

That was when I realised that she'd never survive on her own.

Right. I'm afraid this might make you want to gag.

I'm ready.

If you could just pop this into your mouth. Open,

That's it. Great.

Try to relax.

Well done. OK.

We're in.

Now, we just need to find the ulcer

and then it's a simple case of...

Ah.

Hello, Tina.

-Where am I?

-It's all right. You fainted.

Laurie says that you've been sick a lot recently.

Please don't tell Mum.

Her mum won't let her do the play if she's ill.

Are you in the play too?

-I'm the Tin Man.

-Ah, you don't have a heart.

Yes, I do.

I'd like to run a few tests.

Tina, I need to ask you some questions.

Would you like Laurie to go away for a bit?

No. He's my boyfriend.

Is there any chance that you could be pregnant?

Perhaps you should talk to your mother about it.

You're not allowed to tell her. Those are the rules.

Missed a bit.

Tara?

Sorry.

To the left. Come on. keep up.

-I am.

-Relax, T-Lo.

I am relaxed.

It was an easy mistake to make.

But perhaps you were a tad ambitious. Saline, please.

It won't happen again.

Is it about what Jonny said?

You were right. You and Doc Valentine...

none of our business, we both deserve a slap. Grasper, please.

Well, there might not be anything to gossip about soon.

Really?

Shouldn't we be concentrating on the abscess membrane?

Has he contacted you? Oliver?

I thought you weren't going to pry into my private life?

But he has managed to send you a text you or something, right?

I don't want to talk about it.

-What are you doing?

-Just getting an envelope.

Excuse me. I'm really worried about Carl.

He's loads worse than he's saying.

Well, if we knew a little more about what really happened...

We have no notes for him before 2011.

I want to trust you.

As long as nobody's getting hurt, I don't care what you get up to.

-We're trying to do some good.

-I believe you.

We were being chased by security.

It was dark.

He jumped off a wall.

Twice as high as we thought.

And there were all these dodgy drums stacked up.

He couldn't see to land properly,

cracked his foot on the edge of one of them, slid down

and they all fell on top of him.

How high was this wall exactly?

15 feet. Maybe more...

And where was this?

-Why do you want to know?

-You don't need to answer that.

I knew I shouldn't have said anything.

You can't stop yourself, can you?

That's my mum's doctor. Don't let her see you. Run.

Oh, Mr Malick, are you busy?

Apparently I'm filling my time scoffing

-Chantelle's doughnuts.

-They're very fattening, you should know that.

So, how did it go with Hanssen?

It was inconclusive.

Meanwhile back in the real world, I need you in theatre.

Abigail Dutton. As soon as I can find a slot.

Thought she was an in and out endoscope job.

Well, there was a lot more blood than I was expecting.

If there is an ulcer there, I can't see it.

Look, Mr Griffin had a case like this a few weeks back.

-Then I'm sure he'd find another one tediously repetitive.

-He might have a few suggestions.

Look. I am aware how methodical he is.

Apparently it's very time consuming.

-How was the endoscopy?

-Excellent. Thank you for asking.

You should know that while you were in theatre

Tina fainted. It turns out that she is pregnant.

Oh.

Yes. It's very unusual.

The father also has Down's Syndrome.

Ah, right.

Well, Abi's a bit drowsy at the moment,

so maybe give her half-an-hour at least.

Tina's asked us to respect her confidentiality.

I presume you told her that's not realistic.

She's an adult. She's aware. She's articulate. I don't think

we can claim she doesn't have competency, certainly not without further consultation.

Well, she's going to need to go down to obs and gynae for a kick off.

I think that might let the cat out of the bag.

Which is why I'm proposing to keep her here on Keller.

Give her time to make her own decision

which means protecting her privacy on the ward.

Unless you have a problem with that?

No. That's fine.

Good.

-This has gone too far.

-What? She went for the rubber?

No! And not the lace either.

"That's horrible, colon, not funny."

I warned you.

But it was just supposed to be a bit of a laugh.

-MOBILE BEEPS

-Uh-oh. Here we go.

"Sorry, Ollie. Just don't like that kind of thing."

It's not my fault she hasn't got a sense of humour.

-OK! Give her back the phone.

-Then she'll know I was in on it.

-I don't want her to think I'm that puerile.

-Even though you are?

OK.

Hello, Darwin ward.

Yes, speaking?

Oh?

OK.

Really?

Thanks for letting me know.

Problems?

Mr Gallagher's bloods.

There's been a mix-up.

Actually, Tara I really need to...

Can it wait, Jonny? I have just got to sort this out.

Yeah.

Sure.

Pathetic!

I've been extrapolating outcomes.

Nasty. You should get Mr Malick to take a look at that.

-We need to talk about this.

-I presume this is about the report.

I've pulled up the last 100 negligence cases. I'm looking at

any causal correlation between systemic change, patient event,

and practitioner outcome.

Well, we'll find out for real soon enough.

And if things don't go our way,

our key protective driver will be for you and me

to be completely on the same script about the long-term benefits

of the general principal of non-referral from AAU.

We say - of course Ritchie Mooney's death is a tragedy, blah blah blah.

We acknowledge it as a life deficit but we present it as a loss leader

because now we can modify the system

and achieve an output of patients treated, and lives saved,

which, over time, will be, indisputably, audit positive.

Yes, I once wrote a paper on something similar...

I think.

Chilling to the same playlist. Excellent.

Tara?

PHONE BEEPS

Uh-oh.

-You texted me.

-You were right.

What on earth are you doing?

If a strand grows at approximately half an inch every 30 days,

I'd say we've got about four months' worth.

Have you been cutting off Max's hair?

-No, it was on his clothes.

-Are you insane?

-It's Camoxidan. Indisputably.

-You could be struck off for this!

This is for Eddi, so she can't bury her head in the sand.

-Oh, yeah. She's going to love that.

-Well, what do you suggest?

-Talk to her.

-Make your mind up.

This may be an alien concept to you, but, you know, sometimes,

just saying what you mean, and how you feel...

It can be amazingly effective.

Just don't mention the hair thing, OK? Cos it's weird.

Hello, Mrs Dutton. I brought you some flowers.

Thank you.

Oh, it's Laurie, isn't it?

I go to drama with Tina.

Where is she?

She's not very well.

What? What's happened?

There's something she has to tell you.

Could you go and fetch her, please.

She's having a baby.

What did you say?

She's having a baby. I'm the dad.

-Tina!

-I want to marry her.

-What are you doing?

-He says you're pregnant!

Laurie, you're an idiot!

-What did he do? Did he force you?

-No!

-You'd better make yourself scarce.

-Try to keep calm, Mrs Dutton.

-I told you to go away!

Laurie, perhaps it would be a good idea

if you waited for Tina in the cafe.

Did you know about this?

Mum?

How can YOU have a baby?

-Are you out of your mind?

-I didn't tell the doctor anything important.

I mean, they know we're up to something,

so I've rung Jake, and we're calling it off.

What did you do that for?

This way we can wait until you're better.

Nurse McKee, can I have a word, please?

-What do you want now, Luc?

-Just a word please.

As a colleague, just as a colleague I wanted to raise some concerns.

Are you going to tell me I'm not doing my job properly?

-You're in a new relationship.

-And what's that got to do with you?

When your personal life bleeds into your professional life,

I'd say it has everything to do with me.

Are you going to spend the whole day

taking pathetic little pot shots at Max?

-I've heard some worrying things.

-Like what?

He's late, hungover, doesn't answer his bleep,

and the small matter of some missing drugs.

-Who told you that?

-Why's that important?

Cos it sounds like you're accusing Max of stealing Camoxidan.

All I heard was the matter was never resolved.

Excuse me, you need to do something! He's in agony.

There's no pulse We need him in theatre.

Can I get some help over here, please?

You're supposed to be a doctor, you know what the dangers are.

Statistically she has a very high chance of miscarrying.

You say that as if it's some sort of solution.

I'm simply stating a medical fact.

There's no way Tina can look after a baby,

especially as there's a very strong chance

that it'll have the same condition.

Why do you think I've been trying to protect her all these years?

Is that why you want me to get rid of it?

No.

You said you're proud of me. You said you love me.

But it's a lie.

-Oh, darling.

-Abi?

I'm going to be sick.

Here. Nurse!

What's wrong? Mum!

Hypotensive and tachycardic. She's haemorrhaging. To theatre, please!

-Try not to worry.

-You said it would be all straightforward!

Try not to worry.

You need to put your legs up on the table.

We'll be going for a vascular reconstruction.

-Stop, stop!

-I'd really rather not.

I need to talk to you in private.

-We don't have time.

-Then I don't consent to the operation.

-Your arm is dying. Do you understand?

-Get this lot out.

We have a talk. Then you can get on with it.

OK, could you give us five minutes, everybody?

Thank you.

OK, I'm listening.

I'm not Carl Carter. I'm an undercover police officer.

-Scott Ryden.

-Undercover?

Eco-activists. They're pretty hardcore, some of them.

Like Aoife?

No. She's different.

There's an occupation planned, tonight, only they've called it off.

If I don't let my cover officer know,

then the Tacticals will go in, and then they'll know there's a mole.

It won't take them long to work out it's me.

Two years' work down the pan.

It's not just that.

I need you to make a call.

OK, everyone. As quick as we can.

Wait. Just a minute, please.

What's going to happen?

I'm going to find out where this bleed's coming from.

You know what I mean. Be honest with me.

I am very hopeful that I can sort this out.

But I might...

I might not pull through. That's right, isn't it?

-Try not to worry about that.

-I'm not worried about me!

I need you to do what's best for Tina.

-I can't promise you that.

-You have to promise me.

How's she going to cope when I'm not here?

Well, then I'll have to make sure you get through this.

I've always tried to do what's right for her.

She knows.

I could have let her go, you know, when she was a baby.

Ms Campbell?

Right. You all heard what I said.

Do you give it to her?

I was about to.

Ha! You bottled it!

The thing is, I went looking for her, and then I got another text.

Well, Oliver did.

-Show me, show me.

-You might not like it.

Give me a ring soon. I want the goss on Naylor's fling.

What?

Well, then I texted her back. As Oliver.

-Saying?

-Any aspect in particular?

Clever. She reply?

Is it true he's a millionaire?

-I nearly didn't show you.

-It's fine!

-Is it?

-It's not like we've made each other any promises.

OK. This is Jac Naylor we're talking about.

OK.

Does this face look bothered?

(OK.)

Retractor.

Looks solid to me.

-Blood's on the inside.

-Coming up from the intestine?

-There isn't time to get this wrong.

-You won't get it wrong.

Retractor a bit further.

Maybe you missed something on the X-ray.

There isn't an X-ray.

-We'll find it.

-Lift the stomach, please.

Whoa.

Do you see what I see?

We need to swap sides. Quickly, everyone.

Did you know about this?

Obviously not.

So...?

Her previous ulcer was treated endoscopy so no,

nothing in the notes.

Look, it'll be fine.

We just... We just need to give it a bit of a rethink.

You've seen one before, right?

I understand you think of me as all-knowing,

but in this instance, actually...no.

I haven't.

-Hello, Tina.

-Go away.

I just want to do a little scan.

Is my mum dead?

No, no. Of course not.

At least, not as far as I'm aware.

She was sicking up blood. Lots and lots.

But I thought that Ms Campbell had fixed the ulcer.

She couldn't do it. She couldn't see.

She told the other doctor.

Really?

She's in the operating theatre.

Right.

Well let's try to take your mind off all that?

Would you like to lie back for me?

OK.

That's cold!

Have you seen one of these before?

It sends out special sound waves to give us a picture...

..a picture of your insides.

-Is something wrong?

-Not exactly. Nothing for you to worry about.

More packs, keep pumping those fluids.

Will you get off the phone!

I'll be down as soon as I can.

They need me on the ward. There's a haematemesis.

The guy in bed five, he's bleeding out.

-They'll have to wait.

-We could lose both patients.

Not if you lift the stomach further, the bleed's got to be somewhere.

More suction! Come on!

This isn't your fault. I mean, what are the chances?

One in 10,000.

Well this isn't something you can see from an endoscope.

I should've done an X-ray, an angiogram.

I'd heard that sort of thing can reduce your throughput.

What are you doing here?

I thought that you might be having a little difficulty.

-We're fine.

-No, we're not.

Situs inversus. It can throw the best of people.

-You knew about this?

-Tina's just had an ultrasound.

First thing I saw was a complete set of inverted organs.

So you thought you'd saunter in here, assuming that I couldn't cope.

Well, I'm sure that gives you a great deal of satisfaction.

No. Not when I hear from a patient that you're hiding problems from me.

I haven't been hiding problems!

So much blood you couldn't find the ulcer?

I didn't say anything.

An undetected situs inversus, even I would struggle to navigate.

If Ric's happy to take over...

Mr Malick has a patient on the ward with haematemesis,

So perhaps you could leave my theatre and go where your generous offers

of help might actually be appreciated.

What about a splenic artery aneurysm?

It could be eroding into the stomach.

Clips, please.

Ties at the ready.

Come on, Serena.

Oh, all right! Go.

Play nice.

You'll probably be needing blunt forceps.

We got to the arm, but there's some decreased sensation in the leg

which is worrying me, especially as I now know how far he fell.

Just give us a minute, please.

-So what's the big secret?

-Patient confidentiality.

Yes, I am aware of that concept. Do you not trust me?

I trust YOU.

Well, I'm the nurse on his case, OK. I deserve to know.

-He's undercover.

-What, a cop?

Mmm. I'm going to call his boss in a minute and when he gets here,

Carl would appreciate it if we could keep Aoife out of the way.

-She doesn't know?

-I said I'd help him.

-Oh, you are joking.

Carl, good.

I'd like to just give you a simple pin prick test.

OK, it won't hurt. And you tell me if you feel anything.

Carl?

Er, no. Nothing

All right. What about down here?

No, is it all right?

So, did Ollie call, or text or anything?

No, he'll be head-down in a seminar somewhere.

Ms Naylor's probably got him taking all her notes for her while she's...

While she's what?

While she's er, maybe she's missed something.

Why would she miss anything?

Well you know, in case she's in a meeting... Stuff.

MACHINE BEEPS

I'll take it.

FLATLINE

All right, salmons.

Charge to 200. Clear.

Nothing.

Charge again. Clear.

Nope.

-Shocking again.

-Pupils?

I mean, do another one if you want to.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

Sorry. It was the right call.

Yeah, I know.

Time of death, 15:39.

Thank you.

Well, I'll be sauntering off then.

"Thanks for your help, Ric." "My pleasure, Serena."

"We're on the same side after all, and that's what colleagues do."

"They help each other."

What do you want? I can curtsy if you like.

We don't have to be enemies.

As long as I sit up nicely, keep my mouth shut,

and play the good little lady doctor.

I understand that you feel under pressure today.

-Want to know what I really feel?

-You've been holding something back?

-Actually, yes. I have.

-Go on.

You don't care about Ritchie Mooney - not deep down.

I don't think you mean that.

Because Ritchie Mooney dying on my watch means you don't have to change.

-You can ignore me.

-As if that's likely to happen.

Michael Spence was laughing at me.

You don't care what Michael Spence thinks.

Do you?

Well...

What if he's right?

What if you're right?

What if...

I was wrong?

Would that be so bad?

Yes, it would.

If he died because of a system I put my name to,

then I don't know what I'm doing here.

It's not as if you set out to kill someone.

He says I've cacked up the femoral nerve in my leg.

But it'll get better, right, with time?

I may be able to walk with crutches. If I'm lucky.

He can't promise anything.

Don't think about what you can't do.

Think about what you can do.

Please... Please don't leave me.

I'm not running out on you. No way.

I know.

This happened because you are such a special person.

I'm going to be with you every step of this.

Nurse McKee. If you don't mind.

What?

They need some privacy.

What do you think I'm going to do?

If you think glaring at him will help, maybe you should step away.

If you've got a problem with my nursing, take it up with HR.

He requested we respect his confidentiality.

Right, so we just stand there while some undercover cop

cons his girlfriend into giving up her whole life for him.

That is not... PHONE RINGS

That's not what I meant.

AAU.

Someone to see you.

Mum?

Don't worry, sweetheart. I feel a lot better than I look.

Abi, please lie back down.

You're right.

I'm going to have an abortion.

Tina, listen to me.

That's not what I meant.

What do you want to do?

Deep down in there.

That's the only thing that matters.

I don't know.

Neither do I.

Let's work it out together, shall we?

I'm scared.

Like the Cowardly Lion?

That's just a play. It's not real. It's for kids.

And anyway, the lion's not scared. Not really.

Does this mean we can get married?

Laurie!

There's a call from Mr Hanssen.

Right. Off to see the wizard.

Listen up!

See this man?

He's a pig! A cop!

Can you have a bit of consideration for the other patients?

And this little nurse knew! She knew!

-Let's just take a minute.

-Laughing at me.

-Writing up reports with your pig friends!

-I kept you out of that.

-So you could screw me a few more times?

-It wasn't like that.

-Before you got me locked up.

-I was never going to let you go to prison.

You piece of...

I'm chucking it in, Aoife. The whole police thing.

-I don't want to lose you. I love you.

-Too late!

Max! Aoife, get off of him. This is doing no good for anyone.

HE GROANS IN PAIN

OK, OK. Pressure bandage.

Er, Jane. Can you...

Sorry, sorry.

Does he know what he's doing?

Yeah. It's OK. All right, Max. Try this again.

Pressure.

All right, Max. You focus.

-What the hell's he doing?

-It's going to be OK, Aoife.

It's all right, just focus.

Let me do it. Let me do it!

Thank you, thank you.

We're going to need to get him back into theatre.

They're already in there?

(Yes.)

(I thought it'd be better if we presented a united front.)

Would you like me to hold your hand?

-No.

-Good.

(Remember the plan.)

(Whatever they throw at us, it's all about moving forward.)

(All about the long-term audit.)

Or, alternatively, we could listen to the conclusions

the committee has drawn, and perhaps...

Oh, I don't know... try to...

..learn something.

-What?

-After you.

Ah. Good. We are quorate.

-So do we have the report or what?

-I do, Mr Spence.

-Hallelujah.

Before you say anything, I'd like to make it clear that

any criticism that is levelled at Keller Ward

following the death of Ritchie Mooney

will be shared equally by Ms Campbell and myself.

Collective responsibility, if you will.

-That's very gracious, Mr Griffin.

-That's one word for it.

I suggest you look it up on the internet and study the concept.

In precis, the committee are unable, and indeed unwilling,

to apportion blame to any individual practitioner, either for

medical procedure or for the implementation of hospital policy.

-Ah, excellent!

-This is a complete whitewash.

I'm sure your main concern, Mr Spence, is for Mr Mooney's relatives

and you will therefore be glad to know that the hospital

has agreed a no-fault out of court settlement with Mr Mooney's son.

Well.

That's very good news.

Therefore you can all return to your posts without fear

for your reputations.

I heard what happened.

There was nothing more Tara could've done.

She was right on the case.

Despite your best efforts.

Any more texts?

All quiet.

I spoke to Tara. There's definitely something going on.

Are you going to speak to Jac about it?

No. I don't know.

In which case, I say we delete everything.

Stick the phone back, and plead ignorance.

PHONE BEEPS

Go on then.

Tell me the worst.

"Behind you."

What the hell does that mean?

It means "behind you".

So, Ollie asked the conference administrator to ring me.

Apparently he left his phone in the locker room.

When did he call you exactly?

-A few hours ago.

-You knew?!

And some people say I don't have a sense of humour.

I wasn't bothered!

I wasn't! It was funny.

Nice one. You got the drop on me.

Uh-huh.

Lace or rubber?

What the hell's going on here?

There was a bit of an incident on the ward.

I don't feel so good.

-You want me to look you over?

-No, no, I'm fine.

You should let him. He has excellent diagnostic skills.

He just needs five minutes, Luc.

Can someone explain to me what's going on?

It's Camoxidan. Probably an overdose.

-You said you wouldn't do this.

-It's patient safety.

-Yeah, course it is(!)

-I've no idea what he's talking about.

You'd better have good evidence to back this up.

Well, I've done hair analysis and it indicates long-term use.

You did what?! Have you lost your mind?

I was told that someone was helping themselves to the drugs cabinet.

Did you know about this?

Well, I would love to say that I didn't but...

Do I have to listen to this nonsense?

You can't ignore it, can you?

All right, well, we have a pretty big problem.

By rights I should kick your ass off this ward.

Who takes a hair sample from a colleague without consent?

No! Don't answer that.

On the other hand, we never did figure out

what happened to that Camoxidan.

This is a personal and malicious vendetta.

OK.

I'm on a course of anti-depressants.

I've been having some adverse reactions.

I really didn't think I'd have to discuss this in a public forum.

-It's Camoxidan.

-What is wrong with you?!

Stop. There's a very simple way to settle this.

A blood test.

It comes back clear, we shake hands. It was a small misunderstanding.

And if it doesn't?

Innocent until proven guilty, Mr Hemingway.

You OK with this, Max?

PAGER BEEPS

Sorry.

As soon as you're done with that. Yeah? Max?

Sure. No worries.

Max, did you steal the Camoxidan?

We've been over this. How many times do I have to say it?

-I need a straight answer.

-This is what Luc wants.

This is his way of getting to you. He's trying to break us up.

It's unhinged.

We could just go.

Just get out of here. Right now.

Then he might get the message.

OK.

OK? PAGER BEEPS

You'd better deal with that.

Yeah.

I'll get all your stuff, then I'll meet you by the car.

-I need your key.

-Key?

-To your locker.

-OK.

Meet me in five minutes.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Where's the party?

We're in the clear.

That's got to be worth a few beers, even for you, Mr H...

Hanssen.

In a strictly legal sense, in the clear. Yes, that's true.

Isn't that the only sense that matters?

Good night, Mr Binns.

It's no big deal.

You lied to me, Max.

I was protecting you.

Don't even go there.

What are you going to do? Turn me in?

I don't think I've got a choice.

Count your lucky stars Michael's not testing you.

You were happy to take my little pick-me-ups

when they were on offer.

Yeah, but I didn't know they were stolen, did I?

I covered for you, Max.

This could be my whole career on the line.

Well, aren't you the innocent?

-Where are you going?

-They can't make me take that test.

Max! We need to talk about this.

He's waiting for you.

PHONE RINGS

Hi!

Yeah. I got your message.

It was where you said. On the bench.

Yeah, very lucky.

And with one bound, she was free.

I meant what I said, Michael.

Good luck with that one, Ric.

I don't need you fighting my corner.

Sure you don't.

You could buy me a drink, though.

Or you could buy me one, or two?

Yeah, I suppose I could always get a taxi.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't know Luc was going to go off on one like that.

Didn't you?

Believe it or not, we were both looking out for a mate.

Well, thanks for that.

I'm so sorry.

It's not the first time I've been let down

by some hopeless apology of a man.

Sure it won't be the last.

Are you going to be OK?

Yeah, Sacha. You know me.

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