And We Banish Shade Holby City

What exactly did she say?

He kissed me.

This is now a formal complaint of sexual harassment

and professional misconduct.

You said nothing happened.

Well, it'll still be nice. Christmas with you, me and Daniel.

And your mother.

And Luc.

CAROL SINGERS: # In the bleak midwinter

# Frosty wind made moan

# Earth stood hard as iron

# Water like a stone

# Snow had fallen... #

Oh, no.

It's OK, don't panic.

Don't panic. Right, where's the backup?

I can't give him that, can I?!

Mr Griffin's back.

BELLS JINGLE

It's not working.

The spirit of Christmas, sneaking up on you.

I'm fine as I am.

25th of December? Just another working day, guv'nor.

I volunteered.

Why would you do that?

So the people with kids can owe me.

You can stop with the pity face.

I'm not a puppy in a bin bag.

Jac, I was thinking. My folks do a kinda open house and...

No, I don't want to come to yours for Christmas dinner.

Oh, well. More Christmas pud for us.

If you're looking for someone to pity, try Bob Cratchit there.

-Over here! Sex pest!

-Do you believe it?

Nope. Hope Ric sues the little cow.

Go, the sisterhood.

Anyway, I thought Bob Cratchit was the good guy?

Search me. We were too poor for books.

And presents and a tree.

Who did this?

It was like that when I got here.

Someone has dismantled Baby Jesus!

I'm afraid that was me.

Why? Do you hate my beliefs?

We must be aware of cultural sensitivities.

Are you offended, Atheists?

Even I don't diss the guy on his birthday.

See, Christmas spirit, Andy.

This a wind-up?

Is this a citizen's arrest?

Go home, don't make it worse.

I won't. I've resigned.

What?!

I've had a better offer... Ah, there they are.

Yeah, right.

In house at a biotec. Bachmeier-Schmitz.

Please tell me this is a joke.

Ric, you cannot resign via round robin!

Actually, I think I can.

You're serious? You're actually...

You will be eaten alive by the pharma industry!

Maybe you're right, maybe I should stay and be screwed over by the NHS.

Mr Griffin, I'm so sorry, we thought you were on leave

and now you're here and there is a problem.

I've not factored you in to the secret Santa.

Don't worry about it, I'm not staying.

-Oh, OK.

-I've got a plane to catch.

Oh. Going somewhere hot?

Las Vegas... if this lift ever gets here.

Merry Christmas, Chantelle.

Merry Christmas.

Mr Griffin! I need you.

She's gone.

OK, get me some gloves.

-Wasting valuable Cluedo time.

-Half an hour.

-She won't go for it.

-She will. She's a wee softie.

Get the hell out of my way.

-You do that again and I'll drag you off myself.

-I'm sorry.

-Right, stop.

-Don't watch.

Is she going to die?

-No. This is normal, yeah?

-Oh, Nana!

-We're here, Nana. We're just here.

-Just move, please.

-What's that?

-Defibinator.

Right! Hold off on the sparks! I think we've got some rhythm.

Yeah. OK, good. Well done, everybody.

Let's get an echo as soon as we can please, team.

Well, that deserves a mince pie.

This is why I like Christmas.

Why, because you get to sprinkle magic?

Because I get to run things my way.

You just deal with them and I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

I'll call the police.

Wait a minute.

Airway patent.

What happened?

-I don't know.

-Who would leave her here?

I don't know. Fetch...anyone.

-Malick?

-Yeah, Malick will do.

Should I...?

Wait!

There's a weak pulse. Crash team. Run! Run!

Sacha, she is driving me nuts.

'Try feeding her.'

I can't, Luc's locked us out of the kitchen.

'Offer her a drink.'

Are you sure?

-'Probably. Erm...'

-Just get home. We need you.

Well, look, I will as soon as it strikes midday, OK?

Anyway I've gotta go, it's manic.

OK, what have we got?

Right, we've had three poisonings, one avocado slicing injury

but as yet, no drunk Santa.

He will come.

He will indeed.

You know, I might regret saying this, but I think you can go.

Me and the ladies can handle it.

No! No, no, no. Can't leave you in the lurch.

When a petrol tanker might slam through the door at any second.

Right, we're going to have to open her up.

I'm guessing we're looking at a liver resection.

-Can you handle this?

-Possibly.

Yes or no?

Possibly...yes.

-Have you done it before?

-No.

What about the eye?

Call Moorfields. Look, are we going to do this?

Malick?

-I'm in.

-OK, fine, yes. Let's do it.

All right, everyone, listen.

Listen. We have a tiny window to save this woman's life.

Now, we move inch by inch.

This could be millimetres from the vena cava.

Mr Griffin, can I stop you there, please?

Do we have enough people on shift to facilitate this?

-You guys want me to stay, right?

-Yes.

Yes. We have enough people.

OK. Then I need to discuss your involvement,

given that you are no longer on staff.

This is clearly an emergency.

Do we need you both?

Yes. This is his expertise.

Shall we discuss this in private?

So now my privacy's important.

If this goes wrong, we are in an insurance black hole.

I need to at least flag it at board level.

All right, if you wait in your office, I'll come right through.

Soon as I'm finished here.

OK, how far between here and the table? What, 30 feet?

We move slowly. Slowly, got it?

-Cross match five units...

-Ric, she might have a point.

-What choice do we have?

-Yeah, we'd be covered.

But you've got to think about what you're doing, for you.

-Do we have time to find someone else?

-No.

All right. It's a gamble. Let's do it.

Go home, Andy.

I do not look like Andy Murray.

Shouldn't you be dressed as Colonel Mustard by now?

The echo results for Mrs Cairncross. Not brilliant.

Ah, necrosis of the ventricle tissue. How festive(!)

Where are the parents?

Unclear. Would you like me to go and talk to them?

Am I that horrible?

No. It's just they're quite vulnerable and...

And I love to ruin Christmas.

Nana, it's Tash. You're not at Fernview. This is the hospital, OK?

You passed out.

What did the test say?

I think I should speak to your parents.

They're on a plane to Australia. You can tell me.

-Tasha's in charge of Nana.

-Honest, they put me in charge.

Right. Well, we're looking at the options for her but...

I think you should contact your family.

Her heart is very badly damaged and although she may regain

consciousness, she's not going to get better.

But not, like, going to die?

She means die, do you mean die?

I think you should ring your parents.

Sorry, I didn't mean to... I'll get a nurse.

Um... How do I do call an aeroplane?

Call the airline?

Yeah, OK. Who are they flying with?

I can't remember. Was it Ryanair?

No, it won't be Ryanair.

Can I help at all?

What?! No, no, all in hand.

You put the bird in the oven?

Yes, yes, all in hand.

Did he go down all right?

Yes. That's what happens when you wake up at 4:30.

You don't think he's ill?

No, he's not ill. Anyone for Buck's Fizz?

On an empty stomach? Not a criticism.

You go ahead.

Come on you've got to find that bleed...

-Stop snapping.

-Just find it. Put your hand in there.

Yes, I know how to do it!

-Then do it. Don't over-think it.

-I am not some snot-nosed registrar.

Got it.

Good, now pull out the shard. Go on.

-That won't work.

-Malick, you do it.

-No way.

-Fine, I'll do it.

-Ric, don't.

-You got a better idea?

Yeah, not killing the patient?

-Watch me, OK? Just watch me.

-Wait.

Are you 100%?

-No.

-Are you at least 90%?

What the hell?

Done.

Dressing, please.

Merry Christmas.

It's not working.

You need to dial 9 for an outside line.

It says it can't call a premium rate.

Here, use mine.

What will that be, like, £20?

It's fine.

What will happen if she dies?

Do you mean in terms of what will happen to her body?

No! Just say she collapses again?

Say she just goes and Mum's not here!

It's Nana, she can't not say goodbye to Nana!

Cesk, stop freaking or go home!

Say we can't reach them in Australia!

-Did you not get left an address?

-Everything was done in a panic.

This is the worst Christmas I've ever had.

First Uncle Allan passes, now Nana, I can't take it!

Look, we'll get it sorted, OK?

We'll get in touch with everyone and they'll be able to say goodbye.

So you'll keep her alive for Mum?

I will do my best but I can't promise...

-Thank you.

-Cesk, leave the doctor alone.

It's fine. I'm fine.

I think it's safe to let the orthopods in.

Now, you see, this...

-This is why you can't give up the day job.

-You're not wrong.

I like the idea of a new challenge.

Rubbish, you're being a chicken.

How can you be so good and yet such a prat?

He's a daft old git. I mean, really, she looks 16.

Enough. I think I've been sufficiently humiliated.

Oh, leave it alone, woman.

Ms Campbell, is Mr Griffin still needed?

Err, yes. Yes, he is.

OK, someone needs to step up.

Then as soon as you have finished...

If you walk a surgeon out of here after an operation like that,

I swear, I will make every doctor in this hospital walk with him!

Malick.

No need for Spartacus.

I would simply like Mr Griffin to hand over his pass.

Yes, of course.

Mother, she does not have a drinking problem.

No, I am not taking sides! Look, I've gotta go, it's...

it's an emergency.

Turning in to World War Three, huh? Who knew?

The house is just a little cramped.

Try an empty one. It's depressing as hell without kids.

Well, you can come to ours if you want.

What, to play diplomacy?

-She'll be fine once she's fed.

-MAN SINGS

Ah, bingo. Well, if he's singing, he's breathing.

Bed eight. Look, you can go, I got this.

-Wish me luck.

-Good luck and Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Sorry, can I help you at all?

I think I might've been shot.

Right. Erm, what makes you say that?

This outfit. I presume I've been shooting.

I can't remember.

Well, let's just take a look at you over here, OK?

Will we be long?

Only I really should send them all a text message.

Now, I think we're going to take you're jacket off in a minute,

all right? Sorry, can I ask your name?

Rupert Popol.

Yes, yes, I thought it was you.

My wife and I visited your gardens last summer.

Wasn't you who peed in the orangerie, was it?

Right, er, I'll be back in a minute.

Don't hurry, don't hurry, don't put me first or anything.

No, no, it's fine, it's all part of the service.

I'll be back in a second.

Why, why take that from her?

I'm trying to rise above.

I've no intention of taking

any further part in this chick-lit fantasy.

Yeah, but you did it, though, didn't you? You kissed Lilah.

There was one very brief kiss.

If that makes me a daft old git then...

It does.

Did you harass her?

-What do you think?

-You tell me.

I didn't harass her. Of course I didn't.

Then stay here and look it in the eye.

How do you suggest I do that?

-The thing's already been decided.

-Then un-decide it.

Humiliating her in front of the team won't have helped.

Do I care? I'm off to pastures new.

More money. More respect.

Oh, stop the idiotic grandstanding and just admit you made a mistake.

Don't get into a tit for tat.

Why not?

Because she hates losing. I mean, don't we all, but

when we worked at St George's, her husband had an affair.

Oh, so she hates men!

No! That attitude is precisely why I've not mentioned it before.

Anyway. The woman in question lost her job on a technicality.

It all got very unsavoury. Don't make it personal.

If you believed you did nothing wrong,

trust the process to find in your favour.

I've done nothing wrong. Do you believe me?

I believe that you believe you did nothing wrong.

# Deck the halls with boughs of holly

# Fa la la la la, la la la la

# Tis the season to be jolly

# Fa la la la la, la la la la... #

You guys OK?

-She's trying to talk.

-What do you want, Nana?

SHE MUTTERS

Is she in pain? She's in pain.

Kate, ten milligrams of morphine, please.

Just hold on, Nana. We're going to get you better, OK?

I think that we need to look now at a policy of non-intervention.

-What does that mean?

-They don't want to help her.

-It's not that...

-You're not going to do nothing, are you?

I need to speak to an adult. I know that you're an adult

but I need to speak to your mum or something.

We need to make some decisions about appropriate care.

Tash, tell her.

This is what they do. They just let old people die.

Isn't it? They don't feed them. That's what they do.

They starve them to death.

It's not as simple as that, the morphine will keep her comfortable.

Please don't do that to Nana.

Just tell us the truth. Can you really not do anything?

How can someone just dump another human being? At Christmas...

My advice, don't think about it.

If I hadn't found her...

Do you want to give us a hand posting these?

-It was pure chance I was...

-They're colour coded and everything.

Mr Griffin, what happened?

Oh, she'll live.

Lucky you were here. Must be fate.

Do the police know any more?

I haven't heard anything.

-It will come.

-A lot of us think it's a shame you're leaving.

I could re-jig the secret Santa.

It's not the people, Chantelle. The people here are great.

Most of them.

Nobody thinks you're a sleaze bag.

Believe me, I don't. If I did, I would give you the cold shoulder.

-We all would.

-Well, thank you. That means a lot.

There's a guy on the phone doing a ring around.

Says his daughter's late for Christmas dinner.

I can handle this.

No. My job.

Hello?

Can you both stay?

Sorry, got an appointment with Miss Scarlet in the Conservatory.

I think Elizabeth Cairncross

could be a perfect candidate for the Herzig.

-Wow. Amazing.

-I need to buy her time.

Wait for Elliot's back to be turned and then nick his project.

Now that's the Christmas spirit.

I'm giving the family time to reunite.

-It's a nice idea, Jac, but...

-Just give me one reason why not.

Erm. A - the project's been nixed from on high.

B - there's no chance of patient consent.

C - it's Elliot's gig and you're not trained.

-D - the patient's age. E - ...

-We can persuade Elliot.

Why this patient? Why today?

Wait for a lull and steal the glory.

I heard that, Ms Effanga. Fine, whatever, it was worth a try.

Nice day to be a Christian(!)

X-rays on Mr Popol, please, Therese.

Show me as soon as they come back. And chase the bloods.

Sacha, this drunk aristocrat...

Oh, I don't think he's drunk, I think that's how they speak.

Why the full service?

Something's being hidden.

Oh, is that your womanly intuition? Any chance that you're stalling?

None whatsoever.

All right, I will do this one favour.

As my Christmas present to you.

I will come to your house, accept your hospitality.

Flirt with your mother.

And for that, you will find a place in heaven.

Chrissie's going to be thrilled. Thank you so much.

Now, Rupert, this is quite a substantial injury

and it's not a gun shot.

Honestly can't remember a thing.

And have you had memory loss before?

Am I a wreck, is that your question?

Right, I'm going to send you for a head scan.

How long will the wait be?

Why, have you got to be somewhere?

Only the dreaded rellies. They can wait. Family Christmas.

Why do we do it to ourselves?!

JANGLING NOISE

I thought I said, no presents until after lunch?

He's just naturally curious.

Really?

He's missing his sisters. He needs a treat.

We're trying not to spoil him.

I doted on Sacha and look how he turned out.

Well, I'm trying to teach him how to wait.

Well, maybe it's just a class difference. I'm sorry.

Your house, your way. He's enjoying it.

Yeah, well, he's always been rather musical.

You're not worried that it's a sign of autism?

Right, you know what, one more comment like that

and you're going home, do you hear me?

Why do you get like this? Overreacting!

Thank you.

Are those presents?

Hello, Mr Hutcheson. I'm Nurse Lane, we spoke on the phone.

You find her, did you?

I did, yes. This is Mr Griffin, he operated with his colleagues.

Could she speak, or was she, you know, unconscious?

I don't think she was aware of her situation.

Right. OK. That's good, isn't it?

Serious but stable, they said.

For the moment, she is out of danger.

But her injuries could be life-changing.

This is not informed consent. Not in a million years.

The patient is dying and the next of kin are happy...

What, did you buy them laptops or...?

Girls, are you happy that I explained all of the risks to you?

Yeah. It's like an experiment.

But it's her best chance.

Ms Naylor's not the expert, but it could work.

She's giving it her best shot.

Even though it's really hard cos it's Christmas.

-Just outrageous.

-They agreed.

They're kids.

I was dealing with much worse when I was their age.

-Exactly.

-Oh, here we go...

Why go out on a limb? Why today?

To spread some Christmas cheer.

Oh, come on.

OK, it's because I want to take all the credit.

Is that what you want? Go, Naylor!

No.

Oh, and thank you for putting your Christmas on hold, Jonny.

That's OK, Jac, I'm sure Mo won't mind waiting.

Where are you?

This better be good, Maconie, or I'm sitting you next to Granny Effanga.

Yep, that's her.

HE SOBS

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no, don't be.

Would you like to be alone for a bit?

They just dumped her, did they?

As soon as the police have any news, we'll let you know.

I'm really very sorry.

She said she was on her way. It's only ten minutes.

I should've picked her up.

Thank you. Sorry, forgetting my manners.

Thank you, from all of us.

Well done.

You know, if the person brought her here. Maybe...you know...

They must have wanted to help a bit.

I think that's a very optimistic take.

I'm just trying to have Christmas spirit.

Club class keep phoning. Apparently you've missed your massage.

Whatever that means.

-It doesn't mean anything.

-New job paying a lot of money then?

Any chance of a job?

It's not the kind of job that involves nurses.

Or patients for that matter.

Can't you just say you've changed your mind?

It's not that simple.

Could say you were drunk when you sent the e-mail.

OK, so Bryn's assisting as registrar, Annie's on bass,

Manjit, we need two more ODPs and find me

an anaesthetist who likes the Foo Fighters.

And if one of you could prise Mr Hope from his turkey dinner?

Am I to understand you're inserting the Herzig device?

-That's the plan.

-I'm afraid you can't. I've halted the trial.

I thought only the Research Council could do that.

We are awaiting their fax, but as you know...

Well, I need the paperwork to be in place.

I don't want to be hideously pedantic, but you know how it is.

Well, obviously, I have the authority to halt this.

Well, that's not obvious to me, I'm afraid.

As far as I know, Hanssen's still IC clinical sign off, so...

Could you give me a minute of your time...?

Give, give, give, give. I got a note saying you're my secret Santa?

That's not how secret Santa works!

You're supposed to buy ME the gift, dummy. Thanks, Malick!

That tops off a perfect day!

I'm sorry. My head's all over the place.

It's all kicking off downstairs with Ric. Look, I'll...

You'll find some rank bottle of wine a patient gave you? Great!

Miss Naylor! Come back up here!

Do you think she's talking to me?

Do this and I'll be forced to suspend you.

Mmmm, who did you kiss?

Why didn't you wait?

Ask your mother.

'Did he like it?'

Yes. Yes, he likes it.

Well, he's always been musical.

Not a sign of autism!

You won't let him open any more, will you?

Not my surprise one?

Oh, goodness, your mum's getting in the car.

Just keep her there, I'm on my way.

I am withdrawing my resignation.

I'm sorry, it's been submitted now.

Look, just stop messing me around.

Just accept it, let's go through this whole harassment rigmarole.

I've spoken to the board and they agree with me.

Operating under suspension...

Operating under emergency conditions.

..is a sackable offence. You're immediately dismissed.

You're bluffing. You don't have the authority to dismiss.

Actually, I do.

No. No way is the board going to sack me.

Please leave the building the easy way.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?

Who here thinks this woman has the power to march me

out of the building? Can I see a show of hands? Come on, hands up.

You see? No-one.

No-one here thinks that you have the power to do that.

What everybody does think is that you are a mean, vindictive

pen-pushing little jobsworth

with a chip on her shoulder and an axe to grind!

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have a case to complete and a plane to catch.

He can't say that. That is so mean. Two wrongs.

It's Christmas Day.

Not Creutzfeldt-Jacobs, is it?

Nope, everything appears clear.

Good-oh.

Right. Let us get then to our respective families.

Now, I am going to ring your GP about your memory loss.

Eh?

As long as I was right to eat beef.

Has anything come back to you?

I remember leaving the house and walking in here.

You must've got here somehow.

I suppose it must have been one of the cars.

I think I might've killed the girl.

I'm sorry?

Do you know an Alvis TD21?

She'll get up to 100 if I get a free run on the approach road.

I think perhaps I might have pushed her too hard.

OK, OK, sorry.

When you said, when you said, "I killed a girl",

I thought you meant a person.

But I didn't kill her. She was still breathing.

She came through the windscreen. Brought her here.

Seemed the right thing to do. Was it?

Never know.

So she banned you from expressing your religion?

Would you complain about it? Formally?

Yeah, if I was a malicious cow with no sense of proportion.

Mo, forget it. Thanks for at least listening.

PHONE RINGS

She's trying to sack him for operating on the girl in the lift.

-That's ridiculous.

-Exactly.

Look. Let's stop clutching at straws.

Much as I would have like to have stayed,

I think I have to accept the fact that I've over-played my hand.

Why are you such a muppet?

A muppet?

And I thought I was leaving with some kind of dignity.

I'm really sorry.

The guy who dumped the girl in the lift is in AAU.

-Is he badly injured?

-No.

No, of course he isn't. Well, thanks for letting me know.

But I must refer you to Mr Malick, as I no longer work here.

And before anyone tells you I was sacked, I resigned.

Don't throw away your career because you can't handle Christmas.

-I'm not.

-Really?

Look, brink of death, rellies on board. Arses covered.

No, it's not that. You are not the expert on this device.

Doesn't matter, I've got these guys.

Fine, get Mo to help me.

I've left her a message.

Well, then she's missing out. Music, please.

Let's make this a party, shall we?

Of all the lying, conniving,

two-faced stunts, this one really takes the biscuit.

Hello, Maureen. I knew you'd hate missing out.

I'm not backing you.

Fine, let me mess it up.

For you.

What is it?

Secret Santa.

Oh. I assumed I wasn't...

If you're scheduled on shift, you were included.

Who's it from?

I don't know, that's the fun of it.

Well. I got these chocs for the nurses.

Don't let the registrars nick all the best ones.

Oh, deodorant, hilarious(!)

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Who was it?

I don't know! Honest!

BUZZER

Go and see to that.

Can we get some help in here?

Some help! Please!

# O'er the fields we go

# Laughing all the way

# Bells on bobtails ring

# Making spirits bright... #

PHONE RINGS

Natalie, can you hear me?

Mr Griffin, recovery room on Keller.

Natalie, we're here, OK?

I said it! We don't have the staff!

-What shall I do?

-Push some fluids.

It'll overload her.

-Fine, give her adrenalin.

-Can you prescribe it?

No.

-Syringe.

-I know, I know!

Hurry.

I'm not allowed to administer.

Won't I get into trouble?

Well, have you done it before?

Not in real life.

BEEPING CONTINUES

Natalie, can you hear me?

You're going to be all right, my love.

Sorry, I just... I just picked up.

I think we've done it.

-Adrenalin, she'll need...adrenalin.

-All done.

Who signed off?

I'm so sorry, Mr Griffin.

Everything OK?

No, don't be, it was the right call.

She administered the adrenalin brilliantly. The girl is a star.

Well done, Channers.

I think even I would turn a blind eye.

Yes, it was quick thinking. And very brave.

Yes, well done, Chantelle.

What will happen next?

Er, the police are on their way.

Will they arrest me?

Er, yes, definitely.

You don't have to stand and watch, you know.

I'm not going to give you the slip in a laundry basket.

HE LAUGHS

I have to say, I really don't think this is at all funny.

I'm sorry.

And the girl?

Did she die?

Her name is Natalie Hutcheson.

She is a teaching assistant in a primary school.

And she was on her way to her parents' house for Christmas dinner.

That is sad. That's a sad story.

You don't seem very upset.

I don't get upset.

Sacha, cops are on their way down.

Oh, can you de-brief them for me? Maternal crisis.

No, they want to talk to you. Sorry.

I'm feeling a bit faint. I probably shouldn't risk driving.

I don't want to get smashed to smithereens like his other grandma.

I'm sure it's the onset of diabetes.

It's not diabetes.

Have you put the turkey in yet?

How many times? Yes. Just the spuds to peel...

What? You've not started peeling them yet?

You said no stress and no rushing.

I've got to feed her. And Daniel is hungry.

Well, does he like mackerel pate? I could knock some up.

-No.

-Right, sorry, just got this message.

They're brought forward the research deadline. Can you believe it?

PHONE RINGS

Where are you? Look, we've got a crisis.

I'm still here. I've got to talk to the police.

Someone confessed to ABH.

Oh, Sacha, how could you? I said, no roller skates!

-Oh, no. Don't let him see them.

-Well, it's too late now.

I wanted to see his face.

Before you go, I'd like to bury the hatchet.

Have you leave on good terms.

Perhaps my earlier remarks were unduly personal.

Where's she going?

-Intensive care, I'm afraid.

-I thought she was getting better?

-Who told you that?

-He did.

Well, he was mistaken.

She's taken a turn for the worst but it's been dealt with.

The nurses will update you on her condition.

I told her mother she was on the mend!

I told her not to panic!

Herzig, please.

You are allowed to get excited.

Elliot should be here.

I've tried him. He'd want us to do this.

-It's too small.

-It's not.

Jac, it blatantly is. Come on, this isn't going to work.

Guys, we're aborting.

No, we are not!

Sorry, but you just weren't the right person to do this.

Don't just give up. Call Elliot again.

How's he going to get here in time? Fly?

# Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way

# Oh, what fun it is to ride On a one-horse open sleigh. #

Did you enjoy that, boys and girls?

Yes!

These suits get tighter every year.

PHONE RINGS

Miss Naylor! Merry Christmas!

Merry... Right.

Ladies, would you take Mr Hutcheson to ITU, please?

No problem.

Look, I've got to be going now, so I'll say goodbye.

Where you going? What about Nat?

Well, I'll be handing her care over to Mr Malick here.

Please, can't you do it?

He'll be fully briefed, I assure you. My apologies.

Are you sure you don't want to do this last one?

Take good care of her. She's all yours now.

And the rest.

So, what, surgical kudos not a big thing at Bachmeier-Schmitz?

Nope. Any questions, call Caesar's Palace.

What's this?

Who's been in here?

She's banned from practice.

-Why on Earth did you agree...?

-I did what...

Anyone else, I'd say too much egg-nog, but you?

The family were desperate.

Goodness me, Jac. Good...ness ME.

Right. Clearly not enough atrial cuff!

So we abort, right?

No! We start again. We reinforce the atrium. Then graft.

For goodness' sake.

I called it. Sometimes you call it wrong.

Understatement. Jac, I expected better of you. I'll scrub in.

What shall we do first?

Glue it. Before we kill her.

She will make it? Only I've told her mother she will.

I think you should go and sit with her.

She's 19. Where's the justice in that?

Well, now they've got the fella, maybe...

Got him? How do you mean?

She dares to judge me! She judges me!

All the time she's an incompetent!

-Easy, Ric, OK?

-Well that's it.

I'm going after her and I'm going to get her.

Just calm down. Let's think about this.

I may not be able to convene the board but Serena can.

Woah, Ric, let's rewind a sec.

Imelda administered the adrenalin. I can get her on that.

Thank you, secret Santa!

You can't call a board meeting on Christmas Day.

You don't think Chantelle did it, do you?

Whatever. Come on. She saved the patient.

Serena, hi. It's me.

Can you give me a call? I want to talk about Imelda.

-Call me, yeah?

-Mr Griffin!

Dad knows. He's trying to find AAU.

In flow looks good.

Slow it down, please. Releasing clamp.

OK, increase the vent, please. What have we got?

40... 50... 60...

That's some good flow. You happy?

I believe we have our Christmas miracle.

Who led this operation?

All my work, Miss.

Then, as I said, you're suspended from duty.

Mrs Cousins, this is pioneering work. You can't sack her for it.

Seriously, we were all in on it. We should all be slung out.

Oh, you and Mr Malick are one of a kind, aren't you?

Meaning WHAT, exactly?

I didn't mean for one second anything like that, I mean...

I wouldn't...

Hello.

Are you the bloke who dumped my daughter?

I was going to give her this.

I apologise.

-No, Mr Hutcheson, don't.

-No, wait!

It was for her.

I'm sorry. I thought you were about to hit him.

My wife and I, we're Christians. We don't believe in...

She would want me to say... we forgive you.

Go well?

Kinda. Just got suspended.

She will pull through. Not because of me.

A senior guy got her through it.

-Thank you so much!

-I knew she'd do it!

We owe you! You so don't know what this means to us!

-Are you in trouble?

-No, it's all good.

OK, she is being moved to HTU

and we hope that she'll regain consciousness in the next 24 hours.

-Thank you. Thank you so much.

-I can't say she'll have long, but...

-But long enough, though. All that matters.

-Any joy with the airline?

Yeah, they're putting them on a plane at Hong Kong.

And my cousins are on their way.

It looked as if he was about to brain him, I swear!

Chill, misunderstanding.

I suppose you both think I'm being a muppet again.

No-one thinks that.

Chantelle, Imelda administered the adrenalin, didn't she?

Yeah. I think she was just trying to big me up.

She's using you as cover. She's had her registration revoked.

I need you to speak up.

You're the only one that saw what happened.

-No. I'm not getting dragged in.

-She's ruining my reputation.

She saved a patient's life. I'm not using that against her.

-She's right, Ric.

-She's trying to end my career.

That doesn't mean you should do the same. Does it?

Malick?

No. No more tit for tat. You did nothing wrong.

They will see that.

Well. Thanks. Thank you, both(!)

You know, after all the support that I've given the two of you,

I had hoped for a little bit more solidarity.

What has got in to you?

-Oh, just forget it.

-Mr Griffin.

-I said forget it!

-Please, listen.

-Oh!

-Chantelle.

Chantelle, Chantelle. Are you all right?

I'm so, so sorry.

It was an accident.

# To never feel sunshine on your face

# You were content to let me shine

# That's your way

# You always walked a step behind. #

This is why you never let a man in your kitchen!

Why didn't you just accept my offer or do it yourself!

Because I thought it'd be more relaxing.

You know, less work for everyone.

What is he doing out there?!

I swear, if I don't eat something,

there will be a hypoglycaemic incident.

Oh, no.

You know, I think I will have that buck's fizz.

I just got your message. What was so urgent?

I was opening the creme de cassis.

It doesn't matter. The moment has passed.

Whatever he says about me, it's a lie.

Oh, exciting. Mr Griffin?

I was just going to ask you to OK Michael Spence doing

a plastics operation on Natalie Hutcheson's facial nerve.

Save her waiting for a place in London.

Certainly, I'll text the chairman.

Off on your holiday?

Not just a holiday.

Would you care to join me for a creme de cassis?

You know what? That would be lovely.

Good.

He seemed upset, didn't he? The father?

Well, you can understand why, can't you?

He had strong feelings towards his daughter.

I never really saw my father.

Still, the car collection is something rather special.

I have missed seeing my son open his presents in order to help you.

Are you pleased or annoyed? I find your accent difficult to place.

Do you find it hard to understand other people's feelings?

Don't we all?

Any contact with the mental health system?

Nope.

And he is far too wealthy to have fallen through the cracks.

Look.

I know you wanted me to be a firewall for you

but I think I've got to stay here. You OK with that?

Yeah, of course.

You know, I don't need you to firewall for me.

In fact, I feel slightly sick with missing them.

Tell me about it.

Though, of course, it could just be hunger.

Wow, chocolates. Thank you.

-Would you like me to open them?

-Only if you're having one.

-Greedy pig!

-Get off!

-Is that your family?

-Benjy! Nikki!

Bye, then.

So is that your festive pig out?

I make a nod to tradition.

Well, talking of which, I was wondering if...

No. I don't want to come to yours for Christmas.

Oh, c'mon, please. There'll be wine, women and song.

Plenty of cheer for everyone!

I just don't like family Christmases.

It doesn't matter how hard they try.

You just don't feel like you belong.

I have tried before, but it's humiliating.

Sacha, you're Jewish, right?

Well, not as much as my mother would like me to be, but you know, oy vey.

Are you offended by this?

Why would I be?

Thank you.

All I've ever wanted to do is fight for the underdog.

The girl was completely bowled over by him.

I know everyone thinks he's Mr Wonderful,

but I've seen a bullying side of him and I do not like it.

Well, he'll fit in just brilliantly at Bachmeier-Schmitz.

What?

He's going there as a chief exec.

But he's entirely unsuited to the corporate environment.

He won't last a week.

Hilarious, isn't it?

Old boy network is it? Again.

Doesn't matter how hard you work, there is always this glass ceiling.

I just want to give up sometimes.

You know how hard I've worked.

I certainly do. It must be very stressful.

I don't mind stress, I've never minded graft.

It's the disrespect of the clinicians.

If you don't wield a scalpel, your view is basically ridiculous.

Tell me.

Do you ever miss the hurly-burly of working on the ward?

Treating patients?

What have you been told?

Was I supposed to let her die?

I don't know what you mean.

I only mention it because Bachmeier-Schmitz have asked me

for references.

And I could tell them Ric is the wrong person for the job

and recommend a very competent alternative.

Might get us all out of a hole.

Cheers.

Daddy!

What are you doing out of bed?

Come here, there's my boy. You were supposed to be in bed.

I won't tell if you won't, OK?

Piece of cheese! Piece of cheese!

Now look, where's all the shouting, hmm? Where's Grandma's big voice!

OK, you, up to bed. Come on. There's my beautiful boy.

Daniel, did you enjoy your turkey dinner?

No.

Where has your research got you now?

That was just unlucky. OK, my go.

-Hello.

-Ah, hello.

Hi. We ate without you, hope that's all right?

Of course, yeah, yeah. I should've said to start without me anyway.

It's girls versus boys. We're kicking his behind.

All right.

I lack some references to '80s children's television.

It's my itinerant upbringing.

Oh, spare me the sob story and give us a top-up.

Your dinner's in the oven.

Oh, great.

Erm, what is it?

Lamb rogan josh and naan bread.

Luc, that's a stroke of genius. Curry on a Christmas Day!

That's perfect!

Heard about your incredible work on the Herzig.

What, that got me suspended?

I hadn't heard that. Mrs Cousins?

Oh, yeah.

Yes, well, she doesn't have the authority. Get back to work.

-Really?

-Yep, it's on me.

Can you do that? Do you have the authority?

Do you think I have?

Yes?

Then you're covered. Any questions, say I okayed it.

Merry Christmas!

-Are you sure?

-Yes! Get back up onto the ward

and shout about the brilliant work you're doing! Go on, go!

Actually, I should 'fess up and say it was Elliot's work, really.

Never miss an opportunity to take the credit.

Upstairs, have a sneaky sherry.

Catch your death.

Said you'd be glad to see the back of me.

Oh, who would I tease?

So what make you of the Imelda saga?

Yes, thank you for the notes. But...

at the end of the day, I didn't have it in me to push her over the cliff.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Imelda's HR file.

You shouldn't have those. They're confidential!

Quite so.

Which is why I didn't use them, it didn't feel right.

So it's a complete coincidence that she's leaving?

What?

E-mail just now.

Saying she wants to pursue interests in the private sector.

Really?

I'm not sure she even had a chance to process your resignation.

Certainly, nothing's crossed my desk.

And I'm acting up as CEO now she's left us in the lurch.

Congratulations. Anyway, doesn't matter. She sacked me.

She's not here.

What makes you think I'd want to stay anyway?

I've got a great new job to go to.

That rather depends on your references.

So am I to take it the round robin was a drunken joke?

Am I to take it this ludicrous sexual harassment case

has been dropped?

No can do, I'm afraid, the paperwork's been filed.

Though I did have a quibble.

In the hiatus between accusation and suspension,

both parties should've been given a cooling off period.

Was that offered?

It most certainly was not.

Oh, goodness. Poor you.

So you had no chance to apologise?

I've got nothing to apologise for!

I repeat the question. Were you given an opportunity to say sorry?

No.

Well, it's simple, then. Do that.

Merry Christmas!

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Thought I'd stay on shift. Lead from the front and all that.

Well. It's...

it's pretty quiet, so if you need me, I'll be in the rec room.

Erm, Mo was obsessing about this.

Wouldn't help me put it up, would you?

Sure, yeah. What's...what's quickest, we just tilt it over?

No. Use a chair or a stepladder.

Have you never decorated a Christmas tree before?

Always seemed like a bit of a hassle.

Go on, you can't catch religion.

No, it's not that.

I... I was just wondering why you really came back?

Well...

Mo's lot can be a bit full-on.

My parents aren't around, so... it's a bit full-on.

How can I not know that about you?

I don't tell people. I hate pity.

Oh...here.

It's from your secret Santa.

Is this from you?

No! See, it's not just me!

I can't believe this!

Happy Christmas!

Merry Christmas.

You waiting for a cab?

-Yeah, I'm not having much luck.

-Want a lift?

Don't suppose you're going anywhere near Las Vegas?

Lapland.

Happy Christmas.

Same to you.

Have you been a good boy this year?

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