Hanssen and Sahira's professional relationship is tested when Sahira is forced to confront him, and Chrissie realises she may need to face her issues with Dan.
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It's not an easy job market out there.
Especially for a woman who clutters her career path with children... and a husband.
Ms Shah, this woman needs a splenectomy.
If your thoughts are elsewhere, leave and I'll continue.
-I love you, I love you so much.
I don't want to wait any more.
-You're all heart(!)
-You know what your problem is?
-You want them all to fall in love with you.
That's why you're not consultant material.
-What are you trying to tell me? You're attracted to other women?
-Not just women.
HE SPEAKS SWEDISH
That was amazing. No really, it was marvellous.
You do realise I don't actually understand Swedish?
No, well thankfully the president of the academy does
but actually the main body of the presentation
will be in English.
Well, I know how much it always means to you to go back home.
-So will you have time to go to the opera?
I loved that building, it just took my breath away. And the opera -
what was it called - The Flying...?
Der Fliegende Hollander.
Yes, that's it, I compared it to Les Mis
and you almost choked on your brannvin.
HE CORRECTS PRONUNCIATION: Brannvin.
Of course. Anyway, you are going to be mesmerising, whatever language.
Shock to the system, huh?
I mean, an exam first thing Monday morning -
I mean, it's a flagrant violation of basic human rights.
Yeah, at least it gets it out of the way.
Well, good luck.
Thanks for the lift.
I'll pick you up after. We could spend the afternoon together.
-Maybe watch a movie?
-Ah, I can't - I've got my final dress fitting.
Well, I'll take you. Unless you think it's bad luck?
I'll see you after the exam.
Oh, would you hand this to my secretary on your way out, please, for her to proof read?
Why does it say that?
-Sorry what, what does it say?
-Henrik Hanssen and Sahira Shah?
Me? To Stockholm?
-To the conference?
No, to an ABBA concert.
But that would mean presenting in front of the president of the academy.
I wrote my dissertation on her specialism.
So, do I take that to be a yes?
-It really does mean a lot.
-No less than you deserve.
Eugh, didn't realise it was show and tell day.
Oh, Pinky? She's my good luck charm.
-Oh, good call - working with Mr Griffin today, you're going to need it.
Don't know the specifics but they say the honeymoon's over
between him and Annalese and he's in a foul mood.
Aw, poor Mr Griffin.
Well - Spence's leftovers - it was bound to end in tears.
Anyway, why good luck?
It's my driving test today.
Oh, you on a road, in charge of a vehicle?
Can I have a coffee?
Ah, sorry, too late.
I have a busy day ahead of me.
So do I.
Cracking bones into place doesn't require the same mental acuity
as suturing a beating heart.
-How old are you, Valentine?
I'm going to go and find some grownups to converse with.
She thinks I'm going to fail, doesn't she?
Oh, don't let her bother you. You can always re-take.
No, no I can't.
I'm already up to the end of my overdraft.
I had to borrow the money off my dad and that felt bad enough.
So, no, this is my only shot.
Great, thank you.
Hello, I'm Sister Williams and you are...Trisha?
Right, sorry...Mrs Allen.
OK, now I can see from your notes that you've been experiencing pain in your ears?
-Yes, they're very sore.
-Right, er, OK,
so I need to do an examination
to see if we can identify... any problems...
..such as, er... Such as infection.
OK, so I'm going to carry out an examination, if that's OK?
Did I just say that? Sorry.
You jammy so and so. Why can't I go to Sweden?
The beer's amazing, not to mention the women.
I think you just answered your own question.
Mr Hanssen, are you familiar with the Richardson case?
-It's a Patent Foramen Ovale?
Exactly why I was hoping I might scrub in...
No, out of the question, I'm afraid. Now, I was paged - a GS consult?
-Good morning, what do we have?
-This is Amy...
-Patient complaining of shortness of breath...
-One at a time, please.
She fell over, didn't you, Amy?
I was running for the bus and I tripped.
-Ms Reynolds, isn't it?
-Hello, Mr Hanssen. This is my daughter, Amy.
I'm often here, I'm an on-call counsellor.
Amy sustained a low impact fracture, which I've set in a cast. Her BP is high - 120-90.
Her temperature's slightly raised, 37.5, as is her pulse - 80.
She has atrial fibrillation, and a fluttering discomfort in the neck.
-So I'm going to order an ECG, Echo, and CT.
-Is it serious?
Let's run some tests and see what we're dealing with.
-And you were saying your tummy hurts, weren't you?
-Mind if I take a look?
Just hold that up there out of the way, please.
-I should be at school.
-It's OK, Amy, health comes first.
It doesn't feel distended, does it hurt when I press...?
But I've got coursework to hand in. GCSEs?
Nurse Lane? I've assigned you to a unique case today.
-I hope you're feeling confident?
Yes, Mr Griffin, definitely.
Good, because your expertise will be required to supervise a patient
whose gall stone in the bowel I'll be removing this afternoon.
Follow me. Two things to be aware of. Firstly the patient will be conscious
throughout the procedure because of his asthma and secondly he's... Well, you'll see.
Andy, this is Nurse Lane, she'll be looking after you today.
-Can you step to the right?
-I have to be able to see the door.
-Oh, I'm like that on trains.
-Have to be on the aisle side.
-How are you feeling about the operation?
-Why're you asking me that?
-I didn't mean to worry you...
-Should I be worried?
Is that what you're saying, I should be worried?!
I wouldn't be, not with Mr Griffin as your surgeon. He's excellent.
-Will there be a needle?
-How big is the needle?
-Hmm, about that big.
-What will the room be like?
-Shall I draw you a picture?
Right well, I'll leave you to it. I'll see you later, Andy.
Chantelle - or should I call you Picasso? - well done.
-You have a nice smile.
-Aww, thank you.
This is Amy's X-ray. You might be interested to see one from a nine-year-old patient.
-As you can see - there's very little difference.
-Could be anorexia?
That would delay puberty, the lack of calcium would erode bone density.
Or diet pills - might explain the irregular heart rhythm.
That's possible. Well, shall we see what she has to say?
Hello again. Er, do you mind if we ask you a few more questions?
It's OK, darling, go ahead.
-So are your periods regular?
-I haven't had one yet.
But it's not like a big deal, is it, Mum?
No, no, I didn't start mine until I was 17.
-My mother was the same.
-I'm not... I'm not a freak, am I?
No more than the rest of us.
-And your dad's side of the family?
Aimes! Amy's father left when she was a toddler.
Can't say I ever discussed his mother's monthlies.
Have you ever gone on a diet? Are you taking any medication? Any pills?
-We could do an ultrasound and ensure there's nothing amiss.
Right, sure. Can't do any harm, eh, Aimes?
I wasn't unduly concerned about her abdomen. Can you order the scan?
-I'll get onto it if you like?
-How many times, Oliver? You - bones.
Me - hearts.
I gather you're addressing the Stockholm Multi-Discipline Symposium this weekend?
-Are you taking anyone?
The jungle drums are in full voice this morning.
Well, you should take me. I've worked across both GS and CT
and I have a glittering array of pre-dinner anecdotes in my arsenal.
That's fighting talk indeed. But I'm afraid the slot has already been filled.
-I see. I'm the consultant here, not Ms Shah.
-Yet there is one area in which she has a definite advantage.
her ability to behave like a human being rather than a disgruntled barracuda.
How'd it go?
Yeah, it was fine.
Ready to go?
-So, er, I've got an arty Spanish film or...
-Do you know what, I can't.
-Luc just called from AAU and they're heaving.
-You didn't volunteer?
But you're coming over tonight, you and Daniel, and I'm cooking.
No excuses for not staying over now you don't have to revise.
She's fine - fractured a bone
and they're running a few tests just to be on the safe side.
Becky. Unwin? Why, what's happened?
Oh...right. Sure, sure.
I love your expletives, they're so mumsy.
I am so dead.
Didn't know you were working today?
Christmas party season?
If a reindeer wanted a shift, I'd gladly hand it a uniform.
-It's extra cash.
-Dan know, does he?
-You're building up a run away fund already.
Hey, Sister Williams. Thought it was your day off.
It wasn't what you think.
-Then how was it?
-What did he say?
That was the end of it.
What, do you fancy him?
No, no, no, Chrissie, that's not how it was, trust me.
Don't make me feel stupid. You don't know how I feel.
THAT'S my name. I thought it was doofus.
-So how did this happen?
-Got run over by a kid on a BMX.
You'd hope if you were going to wind up in hospital it'd be for something a tad more, impressive.
-Well, you won't be the first.
-See? Not even original.
What are the chances of me being out of here by tonight?
-Why, have you got something planned?
-Yes. A wake...for my 20s.
The big 3-0. How did that happen?
Becky! There you are...
-Han, you must have a bat link to the hospital.
Sister Williams, Hannah. Hannah, Sister Williams.
I recognise you, don't I?
It's OK. She's my counsellor - she works here quite a lot.
I was raped, a year ago.
KNOCK ON DOOR Come in.
Ah, do you go by the name of Shah on your passport or your married name?
Er, I, I stayed Shah. Why?
It's for your plane ticket for the conference.
I can't go.
I'm so sorry, Henrik. It's er, it's personal reasons.
My wedding anniversary.
It's just that we always go back to the restaurant that he proposed in.
It's, er, it's a sort of, a tradition.
-Oh, well, there it is.
-So you don't mind?
-I know these things mean a lot to you.
-Well, maybe you could take someone else?
I think not.
I was really looking forward to going back to the opera.
Well, it was always a work trip, not a city break.
Kelly, it was as I thought - book the ticket in the name of Shah.
This all seems fine. There's no nerve damage.
So I'm going to dress this for you and get some pain killers for you to take home.
You should be able to make your party.
Just be careful what you drink.
Talking of which...happy birthday.
Here, let me help you.
Was going to give you this at the office.
There we are.
You said you wanted to go travelling and see the Amalfi coast.
And here's me thinking you just came to nag.
I don't know what you mean.
You wouldn't think she was my star patient, would you?
She's really made amazing progress.
-Yeah, I can tell that.
-When we first met, I was a quivering wreck.
Five panic attacks before breakfast.
You should have seen my kitchen. There was cornflakes everywhere.
Right, I need to get back to my daughter on Darwin.
Er, you couldn't do me a favour, could you?
This is Becky's parents' number. Could you make sure they pick her up?
I don't like the thought of her going back to an empty flat.
-She's more vulnerable than she lets on.
-Yeah, of course. She seems OK.
Yes, things are very difficult.
Once the trust is gone, it's very hard to reclaim.
But I thought I was on the Amy Reynolds case?
I need to reference that case in Stockholm.
So you want Ms Shah on it, I see.
And I assume you've no problem with the rest of the surgical list for today?
Cos I particularly need a fine consultant for the Patent Foramen Ovale.
Hell, no, I've got no problem. As long as he doesn't keel over
at the sight of a disgruntled barracuda.
Oh, silly, really. She's called Pinky.
But it's got blue hair, I don't understand?
It's a bit embarrassing.
When I was younger, I nagged my mum non-stop for a troll with pink hair
and then come Christmas morning, I finally got one
but it had blue hair. I was so disappointed, I cried all the way through the turkey.
My mum went ballistic and said I wouldn't get any chocolates unless I stopped being so spoilt.
So I decided to imagine her hair was pink and that's why she's called Pinky.
Impeccable logic, Nurse Lane.
He thinks I'm weird, doesn't he?
-It's what everyone thinks.
Trouble is, people like him - they make me even weirder.
-Don't worry, he thinks I'm weird too.
The thing about people in this hospital is they say one thing,
but they mean the opposite. It's called sarcasm or irony, I can never remember which.
I don't understand sarcasm.
Me neither. I think it's just an excuse to be mean.
-No, I mean, I'm nervous. I've got my driving test today.
Oh, don't worry. I'll be back before your operation.
-Will you be there in the room while I'm having it?
-Long as I can clear it with Mr Griffin.
-Why wouldn't he?
-Course, he will. And I'll be back as soon as I can, promise.
It's a fairly straightforward repair of the valve
but you should do a tox screen - see if she's been taking anything.
Amy Reynolds? So she's Hannah's daughter. I assumed she was one of her clients.
Heart condition at 18 plus the fact that she's severely underdeveloped. It's looking more likely.
She's 18 years old? Gosh, poor Hannah - she must be beside herself.
So you don't mind that I'm taking over this case?
Not when I got top trumps. Oh, and I should warn you, hubby is all over this one.
He wants to investigate the development issue
and include it in the Swedish shindig.
-Can we drop this hubby malarkey?
This whole sleeping with the boss thing is getting really tired.
Oh, I'm way past imagining Hanssen with a sex life.
-No, what you are, is his work wife.
-You are seriously twisted.
Has Ms Naylor enlightened you?
So, curious case, wouldn't you say?
Well, I'm happy for you to observe.
Sometimes you are just as transparent as Indy.
What part of "I can't come to Sweden" do you not understand?
I just didn't think I'd see you today.
I know that look, so come on, unburden.
How does something like that just happen?
-You're asking the wrong guy.
-You were there, weren't you?
I just can't help feeling paranoid.
Look, the way I see it, you got two options.
You talk to him, and you decide you can't get past it.
You end it.
Or you...take him at his word and move on.
Yeah, you're right. And I do, I do trust him.
-It was ages ago, Chrissie.
-Yeah, that's what he said.
-It's not like we ever got close. We couldn't stand each other.
-So how did you...?
-I guess, we were having a fight...
It was after his mate came in.
You know, the rugby player he'd given steroids to.
Are you sure?
So you're taking over my case?
If that's OK with you.
Mum talks about you, says how cool you are. Talks about him too.
Great, well, we'll just pretend he's not here, shall we?
-Where is mum?
Right, do you want to call her so she can hear this?
Er, she's really busy and I am 18.
OK, we have found a problem with the valves in your heart.
They're not working properly
which means that we'll have to operate to repair them.
It is serious but I don't want you to worry, it's a routine operation.
But, I don't understand. A heart problem?
I'm young - why would I have that?
We don't know yet, so we're running tests.
But what would really help us is if you can think of anything,
-anything that might be relevant.
-What do you mean?
We are trying to establish whether or not you're taking anything?
No, I already said...
What Mr Hanssen means is, is there something you've forgotten to...?
Diet pills? Laxatives? Recreational drugs?
No, I swear. I wouldn't touch drugs. I don't even drink.
It's OK, it's OK, Amy. Thank you for your honesty.
I want my mum.
Hey, Sacha, hi, it's me. Er, where are you?
No, I'm fine, er,
I've got this silly lunchtime dress appointment and they won't let me change it.
And I was wondering if you would do me a favour.
Oh, darling, Amy. What's happened? Oh, sweetie.
Next time, less chit-chat.
She... She's not on drugs, Sahira. I know my own daughter.
I'm sure you are right but her lack of development is quite unusual.
-She's not developing at the rate she should be.
-I know, I know.
I try not to make a big thing out of it in front of Amy,
you know, make her feel worse, and I keep reassuring her,
but now she's 18, it IS a worry. I don't know what to do, Sahira.
Look, the best endocrinologist in the country is a friend of mine.
I'll make sure you get a referral before you leave.
And don't worry, I'm sure it's likely to be natural causes.
But we shouldn't rule anything out at this stage.
-What are you saying?
-We should wait for the test results before we make assumptions.
-Rest assured, though, we all want what's best for your daughter.
-Look, I really must get back to Amy.
So, since when does observe translate as muscle in?
-You know Ms Reynolds?
-Not that well.
-Then don't let emotions impair your judgement.
With a second chance at Foundation Trust status hanging over us like the Sword Of Damocles,
We need to ensure that we are beyond reproach.
-Well, you've got it under control!
-Where are you going?
I am going to buy my husband an anniversary present.
And before you even think about rolling your eyes,
let me point out that this is only the third lunch break I've taken, since I started this job.
One son, duly delivered.
You sure you're OK?
Yeah, I just needed to see his face.
How did your practical go? I thought you had the afternoon off with Dan.
Yeah, it's a change of plan.
-Thank you for dropping him. Sorry to eat into your time with him.
-That's all right.
So, er, I'll go take him for a walk in the park while you're,
-while you're in there?
-Well, you may as well come in now.
In here, Mr Douglass, please.
Are you familiar with the Amy Reynolds case?
-The girl who never grew up? Sure.
-I have her tox screen results in.
-Why are you showing them to me?
-You are now on the case.
-But it's Sahira's case.
-Not any more.
-I have a concern she may lack the necessary distance.
-I don't know...
-Do you wish to step up or not, Mr Douglas?
-I beg your pardon?
-With all due respect, have you any idea
how much that woman has been doing for you recently?
Next time, call because you think I'm up to it.
-Chantelle, where've you been?
-My test was terminated and...
-You were only supposed to be gone an hour.
-I'm sorry, Mr Griffin.
Mr Taylor has refused to sign his consent form unless he speaks to you,
-meaning that I've had to rearrange my surgical list.
Just get it signed and sealed, sweet-talk him, whatever it takes.
What if he doesn't listen to me?
Oh, he will. If talking were an Olympic event, you'd win it.
Hello, Amy. I have your test results and they are indeed clear.
I told you I wasn't taking anything.
So you will have your operation and Ms Shah has arranged your referral to an endocrinologist, OK?
How quickly will I be able to go back to college?
-I've got mocks in January.
-You'll be back at your studies long before that.
Astrophysics? Well, mind if I take a look?
It's what I want to be - an astronaut.
No-one really gets it though.
Cos it sounds like a kid thing.
I'm really getting into control engineering though.
It's crucial for spacecraft design.
They misunderstand you, do they?
I...want to go into deep space, look down on the Earth
and see it's just a ball. All those people, billions of them,
It'd be like... Like...
-Having power over them, like a God?
Like they no longer had power over me.
Er, give it back, please.
It's not even mine - I got it from the library.
Those girls who wrote that, they're, like, 14.
Anyway, I don't really care about school - I'll be at uni soon
-and, well, I'll look older then, won't I?
-I hope so.
Now, look, if there's anything you can tell me -
anything at all - it would be very helpful to me to know
if there's anything you think is affecting your health.
Sometimes. I get stressed. About stuff.
I know it's stupid to think I have problems.
When you think about some of the things my mum's clients go through.
She discusses cases with you, does she?
No, no, of course not. I guess I just pick up on things.
But, it's just...
sometimes I feel...so bad,
that my stomach feels tight as a drum
I make myself...sick.
How long have you been doing that for?
I don't know, er, possibly since I was...15.
What? Not my thing? Aw, that's a shame, I'd always dreamt of my big meringue moment, you know?
Mother, weeping with pride as I gracefully glide down the aisle.
# Is this the little girl I carried?
# Is this the little boy at play? #
Please, will you sit down?
How does this thing work?
Look at silly daddy, what's he doing?
I'm terribly sorry.
-Does your mother know about any of this?
-No, and please don't tell her.
-I don't want to worry her.
-You have my word.
Could I have a quick word?
-I hope you're not offended but should you be examining my daughter alone?
I'd prefer it if another member of staff - a female nurse or Ms Shah - was also present.
Your daughter's 18.
Yes, but she's not like other girls her age, she's more vulnerable.
As I say, it's not a big deal, just a request, really.
-I hope you're not offended.
-Oh, no, not at all.
-Is there anything I should know?
I'm afraid anything the patient tells me in confidence must remain that way.
Yes, of course.
-We just need your signature and then you can have the operation.
-No, I'm not.
-Are you being sarcastic, then?
Please just sign the form.
How did your driving test go?
-It was fine.
-Then why aren't you smiling?
I am. See - smiling.
No, you're not. It's not a real smile.
-I don't want the operation.
-But you have to, Andy.
-You'll get very sick if you don't.
-No! You're lying. Stop lying.
Have I missed anything?
There's been a development in Amy Reynolds' case.
She's admitted to being bulimic, which I believe has caused
both her lack of development and the strain on her heart.
And she told you that?
At least we know what we're dealing with now.
I thought you'd be the right person to bring the mother into the picture,
-referrals, counselling options and so forth after you operate?
-So I haven't been snubbed then?
Ah. The garrulous Mr Douglas. No, I thought better of it.
Oh, yes, very. I spoke to Rafi while I was out.
He's all for the conference - doesn't want to stand in my way - so just go ahead and book the ticket.
Are those Amy's notes?
Maybe you can trust me to take care of it from here?
SHE CLEARS THROAT
What? Something's wrong?
You look beautiful, Chrissie.
Doesn't she, son?
Doesn't seem very me now.
-Do you think it sits right?
-From where I'm sitting.
-There, is that a kink?
-I honestly think it fits perfectly.
No, no it doesn't. Excuse me, sorry, what do you think?
-Can you see a kink there?
-That's because you keep tugging it.
-I think it fits perfectly.
-See, what did I say?
No, no, it doesn't.
No, that's not right. I can't wear it like this.
I'll have to get a new one.
Do you think there's time to get a new dress?
-Is everything OK?
-Yes, of course, why wouldn't it be?
Because you seem a little...on edge. Is something worrying you?
It's this dress.
I've got to get out of this bloody dress.
I'm so sorry but Mr Taylor's still refusing to have the op.
-I tried my best.
-What did you say to him?
Nothing. He could just tell I was... a bit upset.
-What do you mean?
-My driving test...
-Oh, for God's sake, Chantelle.
-Look, Chantelle, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you...
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I know it's really unprofessional.
I'll pull myself together. Deep breaths, deep breaths.
Right, Ms Shah's back now so I'll leave you in her capable hands.
-I'll be quick. Hannah Reynolds.
Becky? No, the last time I saw her she was on AAU.
I told the sister to keep an eye on her.
Right, I'll leave you to it.
Sorry, could you just pass me my water, please?
-What's this mark?
Oh, it's just where mum does my vitamin injection.
I see, she injects them, does she?
Yeah, she read an article on it being easier to absorb that way.
I see. How long she's been giving them to you?
Oh, well, it was after Grandad died.
I was 12 and I got really bad flu, so I, I had to miss his funeral.
I begged Mum to let me go but she said I wasn't up to it.
-How often does she give them to you?
-Only every three months.
What did your grandfather die of?
What sort - can you remember?
Pulse 120, temperature raised - 38. He's going into septic shock...
-I can't breathe.
-It must have become necrotic or perforated.
Andy? Can you hear me? Andy?
He's going into VF. Salmons.
HEART RATE BEEP RETURNS
He's back. Let's get him to theatre.
Chrissie, please talk to me.
I'm your friend, aren't I?
Am I making a mistake?
Why would you think that?
I don't know. Maybe I'm just scared.
I mean, how well do I actually know Dan?
Has something happened to make you doubt him?
Have you spoken to him about how you feel?
Kind of. But I get the feeling he's just fobbing me off.
I don't know, maybe I'm being paranoid.
That doesn't sound like you.
What am I going to do, Sacha?
Well, I can't really say without knowing the full picture,
but all you can do is trust your instincts. I guess.
-Do you love him?
Then isn't it worth talking it through again?
What about if it's not what I want to hear?
Well, that's just how life goes sometimes.
You deal with it.
It's your phone. It's the hospital. Do you want me to answer it?
Hello, Sister William's phone.
Yeah, do you want to ask her? OK.
-Chrissie. It's Luc. It's a patient called Becky Unwin - did you discharge her?
Well, apparently she's gone AWOL.
Are you doing it yet? Are you cutting into me?
I'm just about to, Andy. 23 knife, please.
How big's the knife?
I'm using it to make the incision.
The door's moved. It's different from the picture.
We had to use a different theatre.
Where's the nurse? I want to speak to the nurse.
-I need you to take some deep breaths, Andy.
-You're blocking the door.
The door doesn't matter, now, please, just try to relax.
You think I'm weird. I need the nurse. She understood about the door.
You need to lie very, very still now, just try to relax.
-Very still for me, please.
-Where is she?
-What is it? What's happening?
I'm dying, aren't I? Help.
Can somebody please page Nurse Lane?
Lots of people use vitamin injections.
But within the broader context of what we know...
What are you accusing Hannah of, exactly?
I'm not certain at this stage.
You need to be very certain of your facts before you start making accusations.
I need a second opinion, please.
You recall Amy Reynolds told us she had been taking vitamins?
It transpires her mother has been injecting them,
once every three months.
-Tox screen was clear?
-It was, but apparently the injections started
around the same time as her grandfather died of cancer.
Let me guess, prostate?
You know the drug?
Goserelin. What a pleasant start to the week.
That a mother could screw up her daughter?
I find it depressingly realistic. Does Ms Shah agree?
She lives in this fragrant bubble and there you are
on the outside with a great big needle. 'Course she resists.
-Whereas you and I have never even seen the inside of the bubble.
-You think we're alike?
Well, we're detached, rational,
we've never allowed ourselves to become distracted by personal ties
so our vision is pure, untainted.
Imagine working together - we'd make quite the team.
Which is precisely why we shouldn't.
It'd be like staring into the abyss.
Where is she? Why doesn't she hurry up?
Please, I don't want to die.
I'm sure she's on her way. Try to stay calm.
-There's a tear in the mesenteric artery we need to get on top of. Clips.
-You paged, Mr Griffin?
Yes, yes, come in, come in. Talk to him, will you?
Oh, God, my mind's gone blank.
Imagine you're on the phone to your mum.
You've always got plenty to say to her. What do you talk about?
-My day, usually.
-Perfect - off you go.
OK. Hi, Mum, How're you?
Talk to Andy. Look at him.
Sorry, I was just getting into it.
You know I had my driving test earlier.
Well, the thing is, Andy, you were right.
I was lying when I said it was fine
and I'm so sorry for that, but...I was dead embarrassed.
When I got in the car I was all right, confident even.
I was imagining the examiner was a patient, which sounds daft,
but it made me feel better.
And it was going fine until we came to a stop at some traffic lights
and I started telling him about how Aunty Suzy thought Uncle Pete was having an affair.
I got a bit distracted trying to explain the difference
between Suzy's perfume and the perfume on Pete's shirt.
Anyway, the next thing I knew, we were rolling forwards.
-You hadn't applied the handbrake?
-Must have forgotten.
I slammed on my breaks but we'd crashed into a milk float by then.
So I said to the examiner, "Can we class that as an emergency stop?"
But he said, "Trouble is, you didn't stop."
So there's all this milk everywhere
and all I could think about is my granny,
cos that's what she used to say, "There's no point crying over spilt milk, Chantelle."
B/P's stabilised. I've think we found the tear.
You're smiling again. For real.
-Have you found her yet?
-No. I've had non-stop calls from her counsellor.
-She thinks the patient might self-harm.
-I found this by her bed.
So she must still be in the hospital somewhere.
Don't worry, I'll sort it.
-What's happening? What's wrong?
-Excuse me. Her abdomen's hard.
-Why? What's happening?
-B/P's through the floor. What are you thinking?
-Please, tell me.
-Let's get her into theatre fast.
-She has right sided heart failure.
-We're going to have to operate on her now.
-Will she be OK?
-I don't know.
-Wait in the relatives' room, we'll keep you updated. Don't worry.
She's about 5'6", brown hair, Irish accent...
-she could be in a bit of a state.
-I'll look out for her.
I don't get it. Why would a mother do this to her child?
It goes against every woman's instinct.
Especially someone like Hannah, whose job is to empathise.
And she's brilliant at it. I've seen her.
She may be beyond reproach in her professional sphere.
But perhaps Hannah has spent so long imagining the world
through the eyes of her patients, that all she can see now is danger.
So what? You're saying this is Munchausen's by Proxy?
A variation, yes.
She said something earlier that I though it was a little odd.
She said she didn't want me to examine Amy on my own.
That's not unreasonable. She's just being protective. Nerve hook.
Not in Hannah's head.
So...if Amy fails to grow up,
she's much less likely to have contact with boys, with sex.
So she thinks she's protecting Amy?
In a sense. But if taken to extremes, it becomes abuse.
Can't a woman poison herself in peace?
No. I'm fine. Well done, you're the genius,
I got too involved and couldn't see what's right under my nose.
-Sahira, you don't think for one moment I just want to be proved right?
-I don't know.
I don't know. Half the time, I don't know what your motives are.
Why do you even want me to come this conference?
I should have thought that was evident.
Do you know what Ravi said when I told him?
"Good job I'm not the jealous type." And he's right.
Because most men - most women even - would question your motives.
Well, that's a banal assumption and one I don't even wish to entertain.
So, what is it exactly?
Because we're not equals, we're not work mates,
we're not friends. So what exactly are we?
I am your director Of surgery
and you're one of my most promising registrars.
I know one thing, you get more of my time than Ravi does
and that is not right.
So, I'm sorry, Henrik,
but I won't be coming to this conference with you.
Don't make a choice that could affect the rest of your career
based on an emotional whim.
I just need to get home.
How are you feeling?
You did really well.
-You'll be able to go home, very soon.
You really helped me.
Aw, what a nice thing to say.
You made me realise that I'm not that weird.
Did I? Good, I'm glad.
Cos you were right - you're a nurse and you're even weirder than me.
-What do you mean?
-Didn't you see the look on Mr Griffin's face
when you told that story?
He couldn't BELIEVE you didn't use the handbrake.
Yeah, well, it's easy to forget stuff when you're nervous.
Even I know about the handbrake.
Well, I'm glad you're feeling better.
How's your arm?
These might help.
I didn't bank on a search party for this.
Well, you weren't formally discharged.
You thought I was a risk, didn't you?
That I might...top myself.
Wow, I'm really clocking up the demented points today, aren't I?
I didn't, it's just something that Hannah said.
Hannah? That's weird.
I've only got through this past year because of her.
She said I was suicidal?
Not exactly. She said you're more vulnerable than you let on.
She's worried about you. She keeps calling the ward.
But she knows me.
She knows I'm not suicidal.
At times I find it hard to face people but...
that thought NEVER entered my head.
-I believe you.
-Why would she say that?
Your daughter's operation was successful.
-Oh, thank God.
-We expect her to make a full recovery.
Now, we found a needle mark on Amy's arm.
-Yes, vitamin injections.
-Are you certain?
-Yes, of course.
-We just wondered if you were aware of the side effects
of a drug called Goserelin.
That's the drug my father was on.
Yes, we know.
-How do you know?
-We suspected that Amy's lack of development could have been caused...
by Goserelin injections.
I mean, if you're telling me that's not possible...
She was in danger.
-I only asked because I'm afraid I'm going to have to inform the police.
I'm sure you'll be able to clear up any confusion.
She was in danger.
I guess it's this party.
Thought it would help to have something to focus on.
But this morning it hit me that I'd actually have to go through with it.
The thought of being in a room full of people.
A lot of them I haven't seen since...
So, yeah, I froze.
I stepped onto the road, without looking.
It is natural to feel nervous.
-Especially if you haven't been out much since it happened.
-But they're my friends.
What kind of loser's too scared to go to her own party?
That doesn't make you a coward, Becky.
You were impressed earlier
when you thought I was all up for the challenge.
You gave me that, "Wow, brave girl," look.
-Yeah, you're right, I did.
-I'm sorry to disappoint.
I'm not disappointed. In fact, I think you're more courageous now.
-You mean you feel sorry for me.
I think it takes guts to admit things aren't perfect.
What? "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to"?
Yeah. Something like that.
You shouldn't have to pretend everything's fine to please other people.
This is when you should listen to your instincts. No-one else.
So, come on, let's go and face the world.
I did what I had to do. I preserved her innocence.
I stopped it happening to her.
You wouldn't understand, you don't know what goes on. Young women.
Raped. Abused. I couldn't let that happen to my child.
-My little girl.
-But that is no guarantee of sanctuary, is it?
Sadly, the world is a darker place than either you or I know.
She's never been called a slut or a slag or a whore.
She's never been pawed or slobbered on or groped.
But her physical health, the damage to her heart?
-I didn't know that would happen.
-She was being bullied, you know.
What do you know about family and relationships?
As far as I'm aware, you have none.
And you certainly don't know what it is to love a child.
The police will be on their way.
I thought I was a freak. I thought it was just me.
I haven't had friends.
Will I even be able to have children?
With the right treatment,
there's no reason why you shouldn't be able to lead a normal life.
Why did she do it to me?
Your mother clearly loves you. But she's ill. She needs help.
Can you thank him for me?
If it wasn't for him...
Er, I just want to say well done today. With Andy.
You handled the situation really maturely.
As if - even he thinks I'm stupid.
Hang on, nobody thinks that.
Yes, they do. No-one in this hospital respects me.
I'm just silly, fluffy Chantelle
who's all right to take the micky out of, but nothing else.
I gave you a vitally important job to do today.
Yeah, cos you know I'm a chatterbox. Not because I'm a good nurse.
-Don't sell yourself short, Chantelle. I chose you because...
-I know why you chose me...
Stop talking and listen, will you?
I chose you... because you're a leveller.
You treat patients and consultants alike.
That's a rare gift.
And, as for this test, any fool can drive.
It's just a matter of getting some practise.
That's the trouble - can't afford any more lessons.
Well, then you need a friend, somebody who can be objective.
I don't know - somebody reasonably mature, unflappable...
-with nerves of steel.
-Mr Griffin, do you mean it?
You'll teach me?
You weren't offering, were you?
See? What an idiot.
No. I mean, yes. I was. I mean, why not?
Are you being sarcastic?
Wow. Mr Griffin, my driving instructor.
That is so cool!
-Should I kiss you?
Guess what I'm doing for my 30th now?
Macky D's Happy Meal with my mum and dad.
Same as when I was five.
Still, that was the best birthday ever.
Ready for the off?
There you go.
So...happy with the dress? I can't wait to see you in it.
Why didn't you tell me that you kissed Malick?
-And then had sex with me.
I remember how it happened.
It was our first time, for God's sake,
How worked up you were.
I thought that's cos you wanted me, cos you were turned on by me.
I was, I am!
If you were bi - if you had tried both...
..but were settling down with me, had chosen me - I could deal with that.
-I don't see what difference it makes.
-It makes a huge difference.
Don't you see?
You don't know what you want.
It's a Burgundy. 2004.
That's the year I got married.
I've still got an hour left of my shift.
Mr Douglas and I can cope without you.
Do you know much about wine, Mr Douglas?
-I'm more of a lager man, myself.
-Really? You surprise me.
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Sahira is delighted when Hanssen invites her to a conference in Stockholm, but soon realises she has to pull out when it clashes with her wedding anniversary. Hanssen seems to be okay with the change of plan, but when a young patient is admitted with an intriguing case, Hanssen uses it as an opportunity to draw Sahira back in. Will Sahira allow herself to be manipulated?
Chrissie pretends all is fine with Dan, but finds herself distracted in her practical exam. Deciding to work rather than spend the day off with him, Chrissie admires the courage of Becky Unwin, a surviving rape victim who appears to have been able to move on. But when Chrissie attends a bridal dress fitting and faces herself in the mirror, her doubts about Dan's sexuality become overwhelming. Will she have the courage to deal with the situation before it is too late?
Chantelle's happy-go-lucky attitude reassures Andy Taylor, a nervous patient prior to his surgery. But when her driving test results force her to rethink her approach, her change of attitude puts Andy at risk. Can she revert to her true self in time to help him?