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I'm going to resign.
You will work out three months' notice.
I'm proposing a new system whereby the lion's share
of the compliance submissions and regulatory procedures
are devolved in full to the clinical leads.
I'll set you mind-numbingly mundane tasks and you follow them without question.
I'd love to have you come work with me.
I'd love to. I really would.
It's probably best that we forget it ever happened, right?
Yeah, exactly what I was going to say.
Have you got a mobile? I need to make a call. You don't understand! There was an accident!
-Calm down. Don't touch your stitches. Are you OK?
I have to find them!
Why won't anyone...?
Chloe, right, let's get you back to the ward.
Someone get me a wheelchair!
How do you know my name?
It's on your admission tag. You've been in an accident, OK?
We crashed into something. The firemen couldn't get them out.
-Where did you find her?
-Who are you?
-Do you let patients wander about?
-Last I heard we hadn't been issued with handcuffs.
-I've got to make a call.
-She's worried about her friends.
-I've spoken to the paramedics. They're on-site.
Excuse me. You can't go in there.
Patient and medical staff only.
Is that so?
-Malick, moonlighting as a porter or here to help us?
-You could do with it.
I'm here to return a patient. Your new registrar should be more careful where he leaves them.
-I'll make sure he lets you know as soon as there is any news, OK?
-You two know each other?
This is Mr Malick, General surgical registrar. Good surgeon, bad attitude.
Check Chloe's stitches. She was pulling at them.
Thank you. It's always helpful to be appraised of the facts.
That's one thing I'm not going to miss about here, is the chaos.
-You haven't heard? I'm leaving Holby.
-Soon as I've worked my notice.
And don't ask me why. It's obvious.
If you say so.
Does this mean there's a consultant post up for grabs?
I hoped you'd mourn my departure a little longer before picking the bones.
-Every cloud, eh?
-It's going to take someone special to fill your boots.
Like you, for example?
You'd better prove your worth alongside all the other vultures.
Thought you might like one of Holby's finest Italian blend cappuccinos to start the day.
-No thank you, I'm giving up on caffeine.
You know, just trying cut down, that's all.
This's been paid for, so you might as well take it.
-Give it to someone else, they'll be grateful.
Would you like a coffee?
If it's going.
It's definitely going.
While Mr Hamilton's away he's left Holby's orthopaedics department in my hands.
Wow. He's left you in charge?
Let's just say he's noted the potential. So what have we got?
Nell Bright. nasty accident getting a suitcase down from the attic.
The door slammed shut on her finger.
Although X-rays confirm it's not broken.
Excuse me. Are you a doctor?
I think I've found someone.
Which was easy seeing as I am in a hospital.
As I keep on telling you.
Doctor. My boss! He has decided that I'm lying about my whereabouts.
Could you please explain to him that I'm not?
Hello. Holby City, that's right.
Procedure on her finger.
Patient confidentiality, please!
Look, I'm rather busy. Goodbye.
A procedure on a finger makes it sound like I'm skiving.
You're not. I'll be performing a complex orthopaedic procedure that will hopefully relieve pressure
under your nail.
We call it trephining!
Now, I can either call him back,
or you can let us get on with it.
So, Dracula's finally risen from his grave.
First time on the ward for nearly a week.
The garlic's wearing off.
This afternoon, if possible.
Well, I have an elective to prep for Jac because she's too busy tied up in management meetings.
It's an audit on surgical site infection, not an annual report.
Well within your capabilities.
-Is there a problem?
-I think we're just all a little snowed under due to the new arrangements.
-Thank you, Mr Douglas.
This has nothing to do with handing over responsibilities to ward consultants,
this is something I, as director of surgery, am asking Ms Shah to do for me.
What is it with Hanssen?
One minute, Caesar, issuing edicts. Next, Pontius Pilate, washing his hands.
I'm sure he has his reasons.
Yeah. Disturbed, dysfunctional reasons.
Now he seems to be absolving himself of friendship.
You'd think that special relationship of yours would at least count for something.
-Instead, he's loading you with this rubbish.
-I'd love to stay and chat
but like you said, we're snowed under.
Sorry about earlier.
Guess my boss stresses me out more than I'd sometimes like to admit.
I'm sure you'll have noticed that your eleven o'clock hasn't turned up.
Yes, Mrs Newman.
She was very disappointed Mr Hamilton wouldn't be performing her procedure.
Postponed, I'm afraid.
-Mr Hamilton wouldn't want you moping around.
I'll sort out Ms Bright's drugs and discharge papers and then he's left me rather an important task.
In the instance that things got quiet on the ward.
Mr Griffin. Can I have a word, please?
When I've done my rounds.
Pay attention F2. On the table you will find a bag containing every single bone of a human body.
All 206 if you count the fused vertebrae of the sacrum and coccyx individually -
as of course you must if you want to avoid a pain in the bum.
Known affectionately as Jac.
Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to rebuild Jac.
My record is just under an hour and a half.
And I'm sure you'll relish the challenge as a true Bone Man.
This message will self-destruct in 15 seconds.
Rowena Cartwright, 34. Eleven weeks pregnant.
She came into Obs and Gynae for a check-up. And they found a heart murmur, so?
I'm sure it can't be serious. Rowena's the healthiest person I know.
Ten fruit and veg a day, all the colours.
-Her plate's like a rainbow.
-Howard only does beige.
Try and find Rowena a bed, any colour will do.
-I'm sure I left it here somewhere.
-Hanssen's blasted audit.
-Where is it?
-I wanted to apologise.
-Obviously I butted in on a private moment between you and...
-Where is it?
-I've done it.
You said you were too busy prepping patients.
It only took me a couple of minutes. Oh, come on. What now?!
-I did you a favour.
-To say sorry for butting in? It's a bit ironic.
I was hoping for an "apology accepted" sort of moment.
-Will you stop this?
Just stop it. The coffees, the running to my rescue. I don't need it, OK?
I wasn't aware of any protocol.
It's more of an informal request. They're up against it down there.
I don't suppose this has anything to do with a soon-to-be-vacant
post on AAU?
What post would that be?
Well, as long as you're up to date with your paperwork.
Yes, yes. Eh, been demoted to Porter?
The 206 bones of the human body all awaiting urgent reconstruction.
Is this what you gave up Cardiothoracic surgery for(?)
Where would the human body be without its skeleton?
A mass of squishy organs flopping about like a jellyfish, going nowhere.
Reminds me of a certain F2 I used to know.
Now, come on, I'm just trying to point out
is that bag of bones the answer to becoming a Jedi master?
Yes. It is. Besides I'm aiming for Orthopaedic consultant.
-Have I done something wrong?
-I thought I made that clear.
-You don't want me to be nice to you?
-Back in ten minutes.
Is this about the thing we said we wouldn't mention? The...
I thought we weren't going to mention it.
-You brought it up.
-All this grumpy behaviour.
I'm not being grumpy. I'm being professional.
-Professionals can't help each other out?
-No, they can't.
-Not in that way!
-What way is that exactly?
-Are you being thick?
-I'm not being thick, I'm just confused.
-If Hanssen's giving you a hard time.
-If Jac was up against it, would you do her donkey work?
Not. But then again she is the devil.
And it's always fun to see her struggling.
Exactly. A healthy, "professional" relationship.
D'you know what? Fine.
-I'll do my job, you'll do yours.
Where's Mr Spence?
Feathering his nest in Holbycare.
I thought Hanssen suspended him from working there.
He obviously felt he'd made his point.
But he's coming back, right?
-He put Lieutenant Hemingway in charge of the fort.
-Sent up from ED.
You'll need to sterilise around the wound.
And monitor B/P. Right, he was complaining of abdo pains
before they shot him full of morphine.
Mr Spence thought you might need some help.
-He didn't mention that.
-So good opportunity for us to work together, eh?
Paris, are you OK? Where's Jenna?
I dunno. She's still trapped.
They wouldn't tell me anything. Oh, my God, your leg!
Right, Mr Malick, here's our opportunity to work together.
I want you to look after Chloe for me.
You did such a good job before.
Experience suggests she fainted from delayed shock,
but I'm sure you'd agree, it's never wise to jump into such conclusions.
Echocardiogram straight away.
-Full set of bloods, B/P and heart monitors.
Should rule out anything serious.
Normally we'd do an angiogram but we don't want to subject the baby to X-rays.
You'll be fine.
-He's right, nothing to worry about.
-Actually, we're not married.
-Sorry. I assumed you were the father.
-Oh, I am.
-Howard wanted a baby.
-Rowena agreed to help me out.
-He's asked me to be his surrogate.
-We met through friends.
To cut a long story short.
Sorry, sounded a bit flippant, didn't it?
Don't worry. We're not here to judge.
Why complicate things with a relationship?
Absolutely. I'm all for keeping life uncomplicated.
Could chase up my antibiotics?
Haven't they given it to you already?
No, I think they've been a bit busy. Didn't want to cause a fuss.
Still... Gave me time to do some thinking.
The carpals and metacarpals
are proving quite tricky to attach to the ulna.
If you say so...
Will there be anything else or...?
It's my dongle. I can't seem to get any reception on the ward.
-Has anyone else had a problem?
-I don't think so, no.
I need to send something to my boss.
Is he still pestering you?
One second... Right,
here it is.
"Dear Scumbag Peterson..."
It's a good start, don't you think?
-If you want to get fired.
-Sort of. It's my resignation letter.
We'd only gone half a mile down the road when Jenna went all weird,
like she had something stuck in her chest.
Paris tried to grab the wheel, but it was too late.
OK Chloe, try not worry.
Where's Chloe going?
Just for a quick test. Nothing to worry about.
I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but this is my area of expertise.
Which is why as soon as I've ruled out the internal query
I was going to suggest you apply that expertise.
Wouldn't want my patient bleeding out while you're digging around by his femoral artery.
Abdo scan and X-ray, please.
I'll let you know if I'm at all confused about the leg.
-You've certainly got your point across.
-Do you think so?
"Your excruciating sense of humour, your limp sweaty handshake,
"your disgusting ties."
And sent. I've worked for that man for over a year now.
Never taken a day off,
always hoping that one day I'd be considered for promotion.
And d'you know...
I've had two thank yous in the entire time.
One was a precursor to the suggestion of a kiss under the mistletoe.
The other was for the benefit of a client from Japan...
-Are you OK?
This is the most positive thing I've done all year.
That and getting my new job which starts in a week in Canada.
SHE WINCES IN PAIN
I've been in such a quandary about it whether to take it or not.
But this morning, on the phone to him,
made me realise I've got to do it. Carpe diem.
-You must know what I'm saying?
I've had my fair share of difficult bosses.
Let's get you back on the ward, no discussion.
I'm fine. Honestly.
So, on a scale of 1-10 how "fine" are you?
-Can I have a hand here please?
-I'm sorry. I haven't managed to get Nell's drugs from the pharmacy.
There seems to be something wrong with her stomach.
-I'll get Mr Griffin?
-Stomach equals general surgery.
-I've got it.
I've got it. FBCs, Us and Es, LFTs, Amylase and Glucose,
and speed up some pain relief. Don't worry. I'll look after you.
Chloe's scan is clear. She can go home when she feels ready.
My, we are in a mood today.
Someone more challenging than we thought?
Is he not letting you play with his prize patient?
Listen, I pulled a few moves to get down here, all right?
I was hoping to have something to show for my efforts by the time Michael gets back.
So tell me. What's the dealio with Mr Hemingway?
Is he the next king-in-waiting or what?
Double Fellow. Medical genius. Socially slightly unusual.
Not quite sure why he hasn't been made consultant yet.
I'm not even sure he's interested.
He's not as easy to read as some people.
All I do know is Michael put him in charge, so you'd better behave.
Come on. Whoever got anywhere behaving?
-Is it legal, what they're doing?
-As long as he's not paying her.
But if it bothers you that much,
I guess you can always check their bank accounts.
Everything all right, doctor?
But your Echo is showing mild aortic stenosis.
-That doesn't sound good.
-It means the blood flow through your heart is restricted.
-But as I say, it's only mild.
-Will it affect the baby?
-You'll need to keep an eye on it.
-Probably all that carrot juice blocking up your arteries.
We'll complete the tests and then decide on a course of action.
Right. The good news is you've got two broken ribs.
It explains the abdominal pain. But there's no evidence of internal organ damage.
-They've got her out of the car and she's stable. They're bringing her in.
And his leg?
As long as you feel stable we've got time to consider the options.
There's no rush.
Don't worry about me, babe. I'm tough.
-Have you checked the theatre list?
The joys of ward management.
I'd do it myself, but you're the boss.
I can't believe he just fell for that.
Putty in the hands of the master. Paris.
Excuse me. Hi, I didn't want to say anything in front of Rowena,
but I can see there's more to this than you're letting on.
I really can't discuss Rowena's health with you directly.
-Because of our arrangement?
-Even if you were a married couple.
Rowena's has a right to confidentiality.
But you don't actually know what's going on?
We're waiting on tests.
I understand. But... Maybe I can help.
I was joking about the carrot juice, but I am worried about her.
You can't eat too many vegetables.
Yes, but what about meat? A healthy steak once in a while?
You don't think she's getting enough protein?
Or carbohydrate. And she doesn't touch dairy. Strictly vegan.
She keeps complaining about putting on weight.
I'm worried she's starving herself.
-I've got Nell's test results.
-Oh, thanks Chantelle.
I'm feeling a lot better.
I reckon it was all that nervous energy.
You've got a high white blood cell count, which means there's an infection.
So, give me antibiotics?
-I'd like to run an endoscopy.
-But what about my new job?
Nell, you're clearly in pain.
Then they'll give it to someone else.
It's only for three months. Short term contract starts next week.
I'll write you a sick note.
I've just e-mailed the most extraordinarily rude
resignation letter which you made me send.
-So, give me some more painkillers!
Then go back to your bones and let me get on with my life.
-Is everything all right?
-He was just leaving.
I think she has a serious infection.
I see. Thank you, Dr Valentine.
Yes. Thank you.
I'll take it from here.
The glass is close to a major artery,
which is why my colleague was being cautious.
-Has anyone called your parents?
-They wouldn't be interested.
Maybe I should call mine.
-I don't have to tell them I was with you.
They've got the wrong idea about Paris.
People tell lies.
A bad boy reputation is hard to shake off.
You know what Doc, this is really starting to hurt.
How are we doing?
Tell me what you see.
Once ischemia sets in, without treatment, it can only get worse.
-I have to back my own judgement, if I'm ever going to make consultant.
-What are you talking about?
-Just reviewing options.
-The sooner the better, yeah?
Maybe we should...
You can't take him into theatre without speaking to Luc first.
-Listen, Jenna'll be here in a minute so stop worrying.
And when she does get here, you both have to hold it together.
-Yeah we will.
-Be careful what you say.
There's nothing to say. You were a hero.
Yeah, well you know where people will put the blame.
Not wanting us to be together.
I don't care. I love you.
And I feel the same.
We'd do anything for each other.
I had some gear. In the car. In my jacket.
I thought you weren't doing that any more.
We were going away, it's just a bit of fun.
-You've got to get rid of it.
-What? I can't...
-Chloe, listen to me.
-I'll get caught.
Listen.. If they come across it, I'm in trouble.
-Cops, parents, you name it.
-They may not find it.
Yeah, but if they do, it's the end of all this.
No more me and you. They wouldn't let it happen.
And I love you, that's not what I want.
-How are we doing here?
-I told the other guy, I'm in agony.
-Thought he was doing something about it.
-Just give me a minute.
I knew you had your eye on my patient, but I didn't expect you to undress the wound.
-Leg's indicating ischemia.
-I can see.
I didn't realise you were so possessive. The way you let your patients wander off.
A bit like your Consultant on Keller with his stray registrars.
Or did you try and tell him we were dealing with a Majax?
Have you been checking up on me? Why do you care why I'm down here?
Mr Hemmingway, there's a call for you.
Jenna apparently arrested in the ambulance.
And she's got suspected abdominal trauma.
Paramedics are suggesting bringing her straight here.
Ms Cartwright was having a bit of a panic. Breathing erratic.
I'm sorry. Didn't mean to cause a fuss. I'm fine now.
-This stuff always calms me down.
-What is that you're drinking?
It's Kava, Kava. I never leave home without it now.
-Lleucu, are Rowena's bloods back yet?
-The labs are really busy.
Could we hurry them up? I want to check her blood cell count. Sorry, I'm slightly confused.
-I turn my back for five minutes, and you're sneaking in on my patients.
Lleucu asked me to check her over.
I was conducting background research, as it happens.
Did you realise she's regularly taking Kava, Kava?
-Is that significant?
-It's used in Australia by the Aborigines. But it's in banned in the UK.
I very much doubt Rowena's heart condition has been caused by a few dodgy tea leaves.
No. But it's a sedative. It could be skewing her ECG. Run a stress test.
Heart problems are common in pregnancy and she's not eating properly.
Irregular heartbeat, dizziness... I think she's anaemic.
It was just a suggestion. In case you're struggling.
I thought we'd agreed to a trial separation. I do my job, and you stick to yours.
-Red blood cell count normal.
-So, she's not anaemic then!
-His B/P's dropping.
-Paris, are you all right?
He's already on the max.
You got to do something, Doc. Can't take much more of this.
-Theatre's already prepped.
-But you're not in charge.
I thought he was the expert. Car veering off road, you got to step in.
Right, let's do this. Let's take him into theatre.
Let's get her straight down to AAU.
Heart rate 120. B/P 100/60.
Feels like I'm floating.
We'll soon have you back down again.
Don't worry, we'll get you sorted.
We need those bloods. Not very chatty, this one.
-But that's how you like 'em.
-Jenna! What's happened?
We're taking her straight into theatre to see the damage.
There might be a little problem with that.
Whose idea was this?
-Yeah, just a bit of a headache.
Do you want me to get you something?
I feel bad about earlier - suggesting you shouldn't be on the case.
Oh, don't. Mr Griffin seemed to agree.
What are you doing with all those bones?
-It's a challenge.
It's basic training.
Kind of useful to know how everything fits together.
Looks like Mr Griffin needs me after all.
-Just try to stay calm.
You were right. It does seem to be some sort of ulcer.
She's tachycardic at 120. Just try to breath for me.
We're going to need 10mg of morphine.
Can I get some help in here please?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
We need to get her into theatre immediately.
How was I supposed to know Jenna would come straight here?
We need to assess Jenna before blocking the only theatre we have.
It's good to have a plan, but you have to respond to new information.
He's coming back.
Paris's leg is showing ischemia, we've ruled out internal injury, his B/P's unstable.
Now is the time to operate before he loses a leg.
We've just squeezed two bags of blood into his friend here.
And what about her heart? Chloe said she had a black out or something.
Aren't you curious how that might affect things?
Paramedics didn't mention...
They weren't in the car.
Paris has been fully assessed. You don't really know what's going on with Jenna. You're fishing.
-Wouldn't it be wiser to go in with the facts instead of leaping to conclusions?
You don't want her crashing again with her chest open, do you?
-How long is your op going to take?
Lot of blood going through that leg. Are you sure you don't want to wait for Mr Spence?
Plenty of time for you to take care of Jenna.
Ultrasound, ECG, the works.
Portable scan and ECG. We'll keep her near theatre.
-Let's put him under.
-Two hours, max.
How serious do you think it is?
We won't know till we cut her open.
Is there any way we could go in laparoscopically?
Any reason why?
Recovery time's quicker. Should be about five days?
I'd hope so.
So theoretically she could be on a flight in six.
A little unusual to determine emergency medical
procedure around a patient's holiday schedule.
It's for work. Canada. Needs to be there on Monday.
Laparoscopic surgery may be little risky, in the circumstances.
We don't yet know the extent of the perforation.
But I think we should give it a try, don't you?
Thank you, Mr Griffin.
It's 100% organic.
Maybe, but the active ingredient is a sedative.
Normally, it's unlikely to cause any harm,
but in your case it may be masking the symptoms.
The problems with her heart could be worse than you thought?
If the Kava is reducing the base heart rate,
then a standard ECG won't be indicating your stenosis as severe as it might be.
I'd like to try a Stress Echo test instead.
During exercise healthy coronary arteries dilate more than blocked ones.
The effect won't be masked by the sedative, so we should get a clearer picture.
If at any point during the test you want to stop, just say.
Are there any risks with this test? I'm thinking of Rowena, obviously.
You're thinking I should have backed down.
Just because he's a double Fellow doesn't mean he's always correct.
Look, you're right about the ischemia,
but a couple of hours would have made any major difference.
-With careful management...
-Sister Williams. I need your total concentration.
Now. On my count, I need you to lift the glass straight up.
We can't afford any lateral movements, OK?
MONITOR BEEPS QUICKLY
You told my colleague Jenna had a funny turn in the car.
One moment we were just chatting, the next she was all over the road and Paris was shouting.
Could it have been something she'd eaten or taken?
Dunno what she had for breakfast. Probably just toast and OJ.
OK. Fine. We're going to do some more tests anyway.
She's my best friend. I can't believe this is happening.
Brain contusion explains the lack of consciousness,
but I'm concerned about her liver.
You could have warned me what Mr Malick was up to.
I told you as soon as you go here.
-Don't shoot the messenger.
-That would imply losing control.
Freudian reading of the expression. Shooting the messenger
would be fending off something distressing.
I do find certain people... Certain things unbearable.
Right, well thank you for the tutorial. Can we get on with some work now?
Let me know as soon as you spot anything pertinent. We can't afford to be complacent.
No, we can't afford that, can we(?)
She is going to be all right?
The police are on the way here, Chloe. They want to talk to you.
Not much longer now.
Funny. I've been thinking of joining the gym.
-OK, I think that's all we need.
-That's not right.
OK. Slowly now. Let's stop.
-Just relax. Stay calm. Grab a chair.
-Rowena, Rowena! Rowena?
-Rowena?! Get the crash team.
Oh, my God! This can't be happening!
Come on Rowena!
She must have been in agony.
And that might explain why.
There's a lot of peritoneal contamination.
God, if that's the result of being in a job you hate...
Backaches, headaches, eczema.
In my experience, it always manages to manifest itself somehow.
Well, I can't risk continuing laparoscopically.
-There's no way...
We're going to have to change to an open procedure.
-Is she going to be OK?
-Please Howard, out of the way!
Dopamine 50 mg infusion with 50 ml dextrose.
She's got to be OK.
MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY
-Give me an adrenaline shot.
-OK, back in sinus rhythm.
-Thank you, God.
We need to get a scanner set up to check on the baby?
-It's going to require a graft.
-Mr Malick, we've got a bleed!
Heart rate's 180.
-What's going on with this guy?
-I don't know. It doesn't make any sense!
Chloe, what are you doing?
Paris wanted me to keep an eye on his stuff.
You should have asked.
-I can see the heart beating.
-It's going to be fine.
It'll only be moment.
Word of advice. Your face suggests someone's going to die.
-Sorry, Mr Douglas.
-Maybe a bit of practice in front of the mirror.
Rowena, we need to talk about your heart.
You might be more comfortable if we spoke privately.
Please, just tell us.
Your stress echo shows a gradient of 100 with dynamic obstruction.
Basically, your stenosis is more advanced than was first indicated.
-You need an emergency valve replacement.
Your condition is clearly deteriorating.
So she should go into theatre today?
This is a major operation. To undergo it while pregnant is seriously risky.
Are you saying I could lose...?
There's a possibility.
You need to understand.
As your doctor I can't make the decision for you.
But I can advise you on the options available. Do you understand?
Option one is to operate in your current state. But it is more dangerous.
What do you mean "current state"?
Your second option is to terminate the baby before we operate.
-Which is safer.
-No, this can't be right.
-We need a second opinion.
-This is Rowena's decision.
-I thought you weren't going to judge?
-Your situation's got nothing to do with it.
-So my opinion counts for nothing.
That's my baby!
Perhaps we should discuss this in private. Give Rowena some space.
Lleucu, could you...
I'm sorry. I know it's Rowena that's ill,
but you don't understand. I may never get another chance to be a father.
-You can't influence her decision.
-The clock doesn't just tick for women.
-Men can have babies at almost any age.
It's not that simple.
Most surrogates are looking for happily married couples.
Rowena's very understanding.
And now she needs you to be just as sensitive.
I have tried the conventional route.
I just want to teach him football, go to concerts together...
I've got so much to give.
Why don't you go downstairs and get some fresh air?
When Rowena's had a chance to think this through on her own,
if she wants to talk...
I'm not a selfish man.
I just want to be a father.
She agrees with Howard. She's wants a second opinion.
How are you feeling?
That was Vancouver. They don't want me.
Doesn't seem fair...
They need someone to start immediately, they said.
Obviously they were very nice about it.
Said they'd keep me in mind if anything else came up.
We did everything we could.
Strangely I actually believe you.
I know. It just sounds like a cliche.
I'm sure you probably did.
And now irony of ironies,
I've got to go back to my old job.
He left me a message saying I have to work out my full notice.
That's three months!
I was hoping I could just run away.
No more idiot bosses,
and I was finally able to do something I've always wanted to.
You must know what that's like.
With your passion for bones
and that skeleton of yours.
How is it possible to be talking about waiting list protocols?
Do you know when Mr Hope'll be free?
They're having tea and scones at four, well whoopy bloody do!
-Still in her meeting?
Then going into theatre afterwards. And Ms Shah is about to join her. You could always ask her.
-Is there some problem between you two?
-No. Of course, not. Whatever gave you that impression?
-Well, she's not in theatre for another half hour so...
I see you followed my lead on the tea.
You know the stress echo test.
-Yes. Thank you.
-Well, if you're ever stuck again.
-No, I'm fine.
Mr Hemingway. Mr Hemingway.
Something's not right.
Is there some new technique I'm not aware of?
You've an assessment but you haven't read her ultrasound report.
I was talking about Chloe. She's behaving suspiciously.
In what way, Inspector McKee?
-She's been going through Paris's stuff.
She's his girlfriend. It doesn't seem that suspicious to me.
-You weren't there.
-Probably because I was trying making sure her best friend doesn't die on us.
-Which is looking more and more likely by the second.
There you are, Inspector McKee.
Hard evidence, rather than mere speculation.
Time to see how Mr Malick is getting on.
He's back in sinus, his BP's dropping now.
-How we doing?
-We said two hours.
Jenna has a laceration of the liver, we can't wait much longer.
These vessels are too friable. The clamps are not holding.
So what are we doing here?
He had blood coming from his nose,
and a problem with his heart that we can't explain.
-Now there's an irony.
Look, the only way to hurry this up is to remove the leg.
-That isn't the plan.
-It's good to have a plan,
but it's how we respond to new information that counts as a wise man once told me.
So what's your response?
I don't know.
Sorry, I didn't hear you.
I don't know!
Could you page Mr Inker? Ms Shah's been called away. Personal matter.
There has to be a way to square this.
Go and get Mr Spence.
I thought you were in theatre?
I got bumped for some reason. Weird.
Very. So that means you're free?
Means I don't actually have an allocated list all of a sudden.
Oh, right. Well, since you're here.
My pregnant lady with the heart murmur.
Hold on. Your patient? Your rules. I do my job.
You do yours.
But you currently don't have a job to do. So, the rules don't apply.
Look I need a second opinion.
If all you've got to do is twiddle your thumbs...
-The stress echo results.
-She needs a fairly urgent op.
Yeah, unfortunately I have to agree with you.
Inspector McKee what can we do for you?
You might want to take this a bit more seriously.
Look, tox report. Explains a few things.
I'm so sorry I didn't have different news.
To be honest, I didn't really think you would.
Mr Douglas knows what he's doing.
It's only natural in the circumstances that you'd want to double check.
I suggested he go outside for a bit.
-I can't give up his baby.
-Are you sure about this?
-It's what we want.
-This is about what is best for you.
-Maybe Mr Douglas and I should...
-This baby. It's our baby.
-I can't let that go.
I'll lose everything.
This baby means the world to Howard.
And he means the world to me.
I can't lose that.
Well, if that's your decision, Mr Douglas and I will prepare a theatre for you, OK?
Really not sure about this.
-You certainly weren't shy in letting her know.
Suggesting it's better to terminate.
I was not. Anyway, Mrs Hand overly squeezy close moment.
She grabbed it.
It's just, Howard doesn't know the full picture.
He thinks it's no strings attached, grab the bubby and run.
"Grab the bubby and run"?
She's in love with him and he's got no idea.
OK and you are?
A doctor. Not Steve Wright on a Sunday.
-Please tell me you don't listen to that!
-Only in the background.
Rowena's decided to go ahead with the operation today.
Is she OK?
-Go and talk to her.
I don't understand what you're saying?
This is a tox screen, Chloe.
It shows us that your friends have taken cocaine.
Jenna? But she doesn't even drink.
Let me explain something to you. This is an acute admissions unit.
We rely on precise information to make life-or-death decisions.
We didn't know so we took Paris into theatre before Jenna.
Now they're both critical and you should have been straight with us.
-This isn't my fault.
-We're losing her.
-Now who's speculating?
-I really don't think she knew.
Odd that when faced with the facts you're now advocating her innocence, Inspector McKee.
-Will you stop calling me that?
-If it bothers you that much.
As I see it, there are two kids who've put coke in their systems,
as a result they are highly critical.
But if you're still keen to hang around dusting for fingerprints, be my guest.
Malick, nice to see you again.
Couldn't resist the old AAU charm after this morning's fun and games.
-Shame I wasn't around to play till now.
What have we got?
-I can't finish this leg in 30 minutes.
-Yes, you can.
Otherwise, why drag me out of Holby Care?
I'm going to go and scrub up. Don't do anything silly.
Thought you might want a hand.
Only if you promise not tell Mr Hamilton.
-My lips are sealed.
-OK, I'm about four hours behind the world record
set in Stockholm in 1968.
And two and a half behind Holby's own Dan Hamilton.
The Usain Bolt of skeletal erection.
-There isn't really a world record... is there?
See, it's not that difficult really, is it?
-It's like a giant jigsaw.
-If you say so.
You were really great with Nell earlier.
Didn't help though, did I?
Don't be so hard on yourself. It's her fault really.
She's the one that put herself at risk by not admitting the pain.
That's a bit harsh, isn't it?
She should have got that seen to months ago.
Got a sick note and rested instead of stressing over work.
You're right. You're right. You're a genius. Thank you!
I love you!
You need better control of in-flow.
I need these clamps to hold.
You're not listening. Just listen!
-Put your finger on the artery.
-Don't argue. Just do it.
Keep your finger on that while we harvest some of the saphenous vein.
See, that's not so hard, is it?
I'm afraid you can't come into theatre, Howard.
-Shall I wait here?
-If that's what you'd like to do.
-I think so.
-I'll be out soon.
-Too right you will.
You're doing the right thing.
So why did you decide to leave Holby?
We're going to need 5/0 prolene.
Sometimes you forget what the job is, just go for the glory.
-Can't hold off any longer.
# Waiting for the present
# For the present to pass
# Waiting for a dream
# To last
# You are not my lover
# And you never will be
# Cos you've never done anything
# To hurt me. #
-Can you stop it?
I've been so selfish.
I'm sorry. They'd have already started.
Hi. Your sick note.
I promised you that I'd write one for you earlier.
Well, here it is.
I thought I'd leave the "scumbag" bit out.
So I'm officially off duty, recovering from a perforated
duodenal ulcer caused by on-going stress.
Most likely caused in the work place.
I'm recommending a recovery period of three months. time to focus on other things -
your job, moving on.
-Call it therapy.
-Do you know what?
I think you might actually be the best doctor ever.
One day, maybe...
Chloe wants to speak to you.
I didn't know about the drugs. Honestly, you have to believe me.
You didn't know your best friend was snorting coke?
It wasn't me that gave it to her.
It was Paris.
It was all Paris.
-Please tell me she's all right.
What about the baby?
A specialist's with Rowena now.
What does that mean?
At the moment we can't say.
But I will let you know as soon as possible.
I know what this means to you.
They said I should get a tea.
-I tried to stop the operation. Did the nurse tell you?
I didn't want to lose her. That's all I could think about.
Not seeing her again.
I think you should tell her how you feel.
I can't believe what you did.
She would never have met some like you if I hadn't...
And now she's lying in that theatre. My best mate.
The doctor said it would have been different if they'd known.
Eyes open. I wanted to tell the truth but...
too worried about losing you. And you used that.
I can't believe I could have been so blinded, chasing after you.
Thinking I wanted you.
Well, I can tell you now. You weren't worth it.
She's stabilising, but the pulse is still weak.
Too much risk of further bleeds if we close.
OK. I suggest we pack and review in 24 hours.
It's nice work, Mr Hemingway. Very impressive.
And so is your baby.
Thank you for everything.
What was that look for?
Let's just say I think they've got a great future together.
Good to be honest.
-This came for you.
-Ah, it's a book. Psychology of the Unconscious by Carl Jung.
-Little light reading for tonight.
-Thought you were into Freud.
So just because someone like you reads Grazia
they can't read Woman's Weekly as well?
I'm more of a Stephen King fan, actually.
Superlative performance by Kathy Bates in Misery.
She played a controlling mildly psychotic nurse?
Tell me, does being a double Fellow mean that you get trained to be twice as irritating?
Or is that just a pure coincidence?
Don't you have a home address then?
No. As it happens, I don't.
Well, Mr Freud would have something to say about that.
-What are you doing?
-I'm hiding from Jac.
Because someone swapped me out of her theatre
-and she thinks it was me.
You know you could have just told her it was me.
Yeah, I know. But it's more fun to hide.
You did well today.
Thanks. But I couldn't have done it without you backing me up.
I'd better get Hanssen his audit.
Already sorted. I took it to his office earlier.
-Even you couldn't be that stupid.
Back to Keller now?
I feel I ought to apologise first.
I went too cocky. Same old, same old.
I don't agree.
I think your judgement was right on.
If he'd arrested with that glass in his leg,
I don't know how we'd have saved his life, much less his leg.
-And what about the girl?
-She's going to be fine.
Look Malick, I know what's going on here. You want my job.
But, we've got to get a few things straight.
First, it's not my gift.
Second, it's not a beauty contest.
Certainly isn't a competition between you and Luc.
I'm not even sure he wants the job.
You're not going to become consultant until you're good and ready.
And I'm not.
What let you down today was not your ego, or your choice of patient.
You don't have a technical skill or experience.
You don't have the weapons in your arsenal to finish the job.
-But you got the guts to call for someone who does.
What are you going to do now?
Work harder. Improve my technique.
-By doing my job and learning from the best.
-And who might that be?
-See, what I'm telling you? Nothing wrong with your judgement.
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