Blood Ties Holby City

Chrissie's been on at me, you know, for a while, to further myself.

I was thinking if there's anything kind of low-maintenance I could do on your research.

I could probably use all the help I can get.

Sooner or later, your secret will come out.

-What is this?

-My brain tumour.

So what do I do?

Just accept it.

Bachmeier-Schmitz have asked me for references

and I could tell them that Ric is the wrong person for the job

and recommend a very competent alternative.

He kissed me.

-Were you given an opportunity to say sorry?

-No.

It's simple then.

Do that.

# Should old acquaintance be forgot

# And never brought to mind

# Should old acquaintance be forgot

# For the sake of auld lang syne. #

LAUGHTER AND CHAT

Lilah! Lilah!

-Oh! I'm so sorry.

-It's OK.

We just wanted to welcome him back.

He was terrified his career in the NHS was over,

and he just loves it here.

Are you all right?

Yeah. It's nice of you to ask.

Look, I just want to draw a line under it.

Well, that's good to hear,

because I'd love you to come to my party tonight.

Just try and stop me.

Lilah...

Mr Griffin wants to see you in his office.

Do you mind putting these somewhere? Help yourself.

I need fresh blood.

Luc, not today. We're run off our feet.

Perfect. Get me some volunteers.

He chooses his moments.

I've had a breakthrough. Platelet clumps, fibrin strands.

The beginnings of the clotting process! That's fantastic.

It's not conclusive, I need more bloods, more tests.

Luc, you've been working round the clock since Boxing Day, OK.

You're beginning to look and smell like you live in a cardboard box.

You go home just, you know, rest, shower and then we can celebrate.

Don't you understand?

Sacha, this is a drug that can stop people bleeding to death.

Yes, I'm fully well aware.

And I think you need a better marketing slogan.

Please, please.

I've spent the last week sweating blood to bring you blood.

The least I deserve is some thanks and some understanding

while I try to cope with one of the busiest days of the year.

-Where's Hemingway going?

-He's doing some more research.

Well, get him back here, I need him working. On patients, not platelets.

-But he's just had a breakthrough.

-I need some results that actually matter, like saving patients' lives.

SHE KNOCKS

Come in.

Dr Birdwood. Er, please, um, have a seat.

How was your Christmas?

-Good, thanks.

-Good.

Look...

..we both know why we're here.

Yes.

It's embarrassing. And unfortunate.

Yes.

Mrs Cousins clearly had her own agenda in relation to me,

and you were the innocent victim in all that.

Right.

Which is exactly why I want to apologise

for any upset that you may have experienced

as a result of this...debacle.

So, was that an apology?

It's the least you deserve.

Under the circumstances.

Thanks.

Since you have two weeks left on your rotation on Keller,

I'm sure that you'll be glad to report to Mr Malick

for the duration.

Mr Griffin, about my CBD assessment?

Just so we're clear, you failed me on that because...?

Because, as I said before...

..you were distracted, you failed to explore all the options,

and you misdiagnosed your patient.

What on earth are you doing?

Um...

-How much have you taken?

-Er, well...

Come here.

Put that back.

Using my own blood for experimental purposes is just a logical response...

All right, Spock.

I can think of a few choice words of my own.

Will you please go home and get some sleep? Lots of sleep.

And in return, I'll pretend I never came down here.

All right, OK. Option B.

I tell Michael, who will not only report you,

but charge down here and drag you up to AAU,

which is exactly what I'm supposed to be doing.

-Is that a sleeping bag?

-Um...

You do know it is completely against regulations

-to eat and sleep down here?

-I'm not going anywhere, Sacha.

All right, get into that for a few hours.

But, please, will you stop with the nutty professor stuff?

It's really beginning to worry me now.

What are you doing?

You're locking the, um... Can I have the key?

No. You can't.

Sleep!

Well, someone's in the party mood.

This might inspire a New Year's resolution.

A holiday in Hawaii?

-Or dress more colourfully.

-I'm sure the patients would love it.

I presume you're going to Chantelle's bash tonight?

Yep, I'm bringing Tara.

-Are you sure?

-Why not?

Hey. What are you doing here?

I work here.

She rang earlier to volunteer for a double shift.

That means you'll miss the party.

Yeah, exactly.

10 mg of morphine, set up fluids

and get a head CT as soon as possible, please.

-Just get me out of here.

-Mr Delaney, do you remember what happened?

-I'm fine.

-You were found in an alleyway. We think you've been mugged.

-I don't want any fuss.

-I couldn't sleep. It's the middle of the day.

-Since when has that bothered you?

-I have a right to my own blood. Please?

-Luc, I'm dealing with a patient.

Mr Delaney, do you remember being attacked?

Stop asking me questions.

My name's Luc Hemingway. I'm going to be treating you. Bed eight, please.

What? You wanted me on AAU. I'm on AAU.

Welcome back, Hemingway.

That's nice work, Levy.

Always knew there was a core of steel underneath that cuddly exterior.

Mr Cannon?

Yes?

You're here for an elective laparoscopic cholecystectomy?

I know.

Sounds a bit more interesting than gallbladder removal, doesn't it?

If you say so.

Has anyone talked you through the procedure?

I've read about it online.

Well, what we do...

..make several tiny incisions in my abdomen and insert a telescope and a miniature video camera.

Actually, it's a laparoscope, and some keyhole instruments.

But close.

Um, It says here you were prescribed NSAIDs.

Sorry...

Non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs - for my gallstone pain.

And, yes, I was instructed to stop taking them three days ago.

And, yes, that's exactly what I did.

You are the model patient, aren't you?

Do you mind if I ask some standard pre-op questions?

Have you been taking any other medication?

Why would I be taking any other medication?

I'm not saying that you are. I'm just asking.

And now you've asked.

OK.

Where else does it hurt?

Just patch me up and I'll be on my way.

-Who did this to you?

-It doesn't matter. I've got somewhere I need to be.

-Where's that?

-Is that all you do - ask questions?

-When someone comes in looking like you, what do you expect?

-OK, I was mugged.

-Do you want us to call the police for you?

-I don't want any police. OK?

Right, I'm just going to clean up these cuts for you.

Er, no, it's fine. I'll do it, thank you.

But if you hadn't booked her, surely we can do without her?

An extra pair of hands is always useful on New Year's Eve.

Get a locum in if you're stuck. Sorry.

Listen, Oliver, it was her decision. All I did was facilitate.

OK. Well, I need to speak to her.

And I need you to take a look at Larry Jenner in bed 11.

Admitted with chest pains, shortness of breath, fatigue and palpitations.

Thank you.

Good morning, Larry. I'm Dr Valentine.

-It's not your day, is it?

-Sorry?

It's New Year's, not Valentine's.

Sorry. I'm Larry, but you knew that, anyway.

Just lean forward and take a deep breath for me, please.

See, I was out jogging and I got these pains in my chest.

Was it a heart attack, do you think?

There are many other explanations.

Can you take a breath for me, please?

See, I've been trying to lose weight. Six stone in four months.

That's my target. Then I hit the wall at five-and-a-half.

Stone, that is, not months.

You are aware that crash dieting can be dangerous?

See, that's what I love about hospitals.

Always learning new things.

Nurse, usual bloods, regular cardiac enzymes, please, obs,

and see if you can find an ECG machine, please.

You'll never believe why I'm trying to lose the weight.

-Just take a breath for me, please?

-Sorry.

Excuse me, one moment.

-Time for a quick coffee?

-Maybe later.

Are you OK?

Yep. Why?

It's just I was hoping... Look, it's Chantelle's party tonight.

I'm just not in the party mood.

It's not you.

There she is. The girl of the moment.

There's something about that guy in bed three.

And was there something about that mysterious older man?

What?

Bespectacled, distinguished, some would say dashing.

-What are you talking about?

-Dish the dirt, spill the beans.

What happened between you and Mr Griffin?

-Shouldn't you be cleaning out bed pans or something?

-Oh, come on. It's winter.

We all need cheering up.

So, did he lunge at you or did you make a pass at him?

You should really get out more, Mary-Claire.

OK, OK, fine. Bye.

Who burst your bubble gum?

We just lost the venue to a flash mob proposal.

Oh, and I was really looking forward to wearing this.

SHE WOLF WHISTLES

You'd look great in that.

Yeah, guess there goes my Hawaii 5-0 audition.

Well, at least I won't have to freeze my arse off

when I go outside for a fag.

What are you wearing, bikini?

What about you... Kylie?

I'm trying to concentrate here.

Sorry.

So, why no police?

You don't give up, do you?

Who do you think I'm going to tell?

Besides, you're protected by patient confidentiality.

I wasn't mugged. Got into a fight.

Teenagers at the back of a bus setting fire to the seats.

You don't want to tell the police because it's embarrassing being beaten up by some teenagers?

I'm not embarrassed. There was five of them.

I shouldn't have got involved.

Stupid.

Seeing my wife and kids...

..first time in six months.

Why's that, you been away?

Good news, Mr Hemingway. The pressure has eased and you can go.

Well, it doesn't look like it's eased.

Sister Williams is happy to finish stitching the patient, so...

So I'm "the patient", am I?

Oh, Mr Delaney, I didn't mean anything by it.

You think I'm stupid, do you?

You think I can't tell a phoney smile when I see one?

-Dean, it's all right.

-Dean. That's right. Dean, that's my name.

Dean, not Mr Delaney.

I'm sorry.

-That guy's got a real attitude. Is he your boss?

-No.

-I need to get going.

-You're not going anywhere until we finish this and I get a CT scan back.

# Should old acquaintance... #

Tara, could you...?

Yeah, my pleasure.

Professor Hope, I was thinking, might it benefit Tara's training

if she and I worked together today?

-Oliver, just give her some space.

-Space?

All I'm saying is you don't need to worry about her.

Why would I worry about her?

No reason. No reason I know of.

But then you know her better than I do.

-Yes, of course. She's fine.

-Good.

Good. Exactly.

# ..for auld lang syne... #

She's fine.

OK, will you just shut up!

It's such a depressing song anyway.

What?

Nothing, I was just going to ask you for your help with a patient.

How many words a day?

2,000, ideally.

What amazes me is that the quality is so consistent -

how do you manage that when you're under so much pressure?

I just have to. I have a duty to my readers.

Dr Birdwood, can I help you?

I was just in the middle of taking Mr Cannon

-through his pre-op questions.

-I can take over.

Mr Cannon is something of a hero of mine.

-A hero?

-Are you not familiar with his series of crime thrillers?

MacAdam and Eve?

I'm afraid not. Forgive my ignorance, Mr Cannon.

Mr Griffin, can I have a quick word?

Excuse me.

I'd like to run a tox screen.

Why?

Just a feeling.

Just a feeling?

Do you have anything more substantial

to go on than your intuition?

I think he's hiding something to do with his hands.

Like what?

Pain, discomfort.

Mr Cannon, are your hands causing you any pain or discomfort?

No. No. Why?

-So why exactly did you need my help?

-I think it'll be good for your training.

Did someone smuggle me into a time machine

and send me back to junior infants?

Do you think work place relationships are a good idea?

That's why I'm trying to lose the weight, you see.

Her name's Shelly and she sits next to me at the call centre

and when I asked her out, she said she'd think about it

if I could loose six stone by the end of the year.

So now it takes two doctors to do an ECG?

Atrial fibrillation.

It means an irregular heart beat.

We can deal with it simply enough through a procedure called cardioversion.

But you've got to put a stop to this crazy dieting.

-It's weakened the heart muscle.

-How do you mean?

The diuretics you were taking to help you lose weight more quickly -

they led to an electrolyte imbalance,

which has helped cause the AF.

The things we do for love, eh?

Maybe Tara can assist with the cardioversion,

it might help with her training?

Actually, Dr Lo, that's not such a bad idea.

Mr Cannon. Sorry to bother you again. This is Chantelle.

She wanted to meet you.

I've read all your books. I think you're amazing.

I was just wondering, if there's any chance I could get your autograph?

Sorry, no, I don't do autographs.

I promise not to sell it online!

I could send you a signed copy of my new book when it's finished?

It's only that my nan is a big fan too

and it would give her such a lift.

She's not been very well, you see.

Oh, well, in that case.

Sorry it's a bit shaky.

No, it's brilliant. I might frame it.

Has your granny got a favourite book?

Um...

What's going on here?

I was just signing an autograph for one of my readers.

Chantelle, have you read the one about the two sisters

who tried to hoodwink MacAdam?

No.

It has a very gruesome ending.

Oh. I see...

I'm ever so sorry, Mr Cannon.

It was meant to be for your own good.

Look, it was my idea.

It's obvious your hands are really hurting you.

-My hands are fine.

-Are you taking any other medication?

-Dr Birdwood.

-Yes or no?

For the last time, no.

Dr Birdwood, that will be all.

Chantelle, bed four.

Sacha, have we got the CT results for Mr Delaney?

Yeah, hang on, there're here.

There you go.

-Are you OK? You very look pale.

-I'm fine.

Listen, listen.

-Have you had anything to eat since you played vampire on yourself?

-I'm not hungry.

You need food and rest.

I need to treat my patient.

Hi. Dean, your results are clear.

That mean I can go?

We'd like to keep you under observation for another 12 hours or so.

-No way.

-Please. Just...

OK, just take it easy. Take it easy.

-Is he OK?

-Yeah, yeah, he's fine.

He's er, you know, he's a doctor who works round the clock.

That's it. You need to go home and rest.

Just need to get something.

You won't tell, will you?

I was supposed to give up sweet things after Christmas,

but what are you supposed to do when they're right there, taunting you?

Bad cake.

You know I don't mean it.

I am such an idiot.

He's never going to take me seriously now.

Boy trouble?

Mr Griffin trouble.

What did you do this time - flash your bra at him?

-Worse.

-Oh, my God. Where did you do it? In the store-room?

I'm talking about a patient.

A threesome? Have you no shame?

Mary-Claire, all we did last time was kiss. Just kiss.

He kissed me, I kissed him. No-one lunged. No-one flashed anything.

And there were no threesomes.

Sorry. Me and my sad little mind.

I need a favour.

What's in it for me?

As many cup-cakes as you can eat.

Screw the New Year's resolution. I'm in.

Here, take this.

I can't take that.

Please. You can't show up to your wife looking like that.

And, um, that's for the taxi.

-Why do you keep looking at that?

-It's your blood group, isn't it?

-So?

-I'm interested in blood, I'm doing some research into a drug -

a coagulant, that's all...

What about that?

You ever seen that before?

We get plenty of patients in here with Army tattoos.

OK, Mr Hemingway, I'll take over now, thank you.

Good luck.

Right, would you like to just sign here for me, please?

His research. What's that all that about, then?

I suppose he asked you to be a volunteer.

You ever seen one of these before?

No.

Why? What is it?

Has a tox screen result come back for Giles Cannon?

Mr Griffin didn't mention anything about a tox screen.

I know.

Look, I'm really sorry about the autograph stunt.

I didn't mean to get you in trouble.

Have you found a venue yet?

No. Everywhere's been booked up for weeks. I'll keep trying.

I'm determined to throw some kind of party.

-A beach party, right?

-Oh no, I've cancelled all that. I've just e-mailed everyone.

It was a stupid idea, anyway.

As long as we're all together, that's the main thing.

At least you've got someone to kiss at midnight.

Where's Mr Griffin?

In theatre, Mr Cannon's cholecystectomy. Why?

His pulse is racing again. BP too.

He's light. I'm telling you.

He's feeling this. He's not fully under.

-I thought he had a MAC of 1.2?

-That's right.

Ric, he's dosed to the eyeballs with fentanyl. Plus, he had a premed of temazepam, right?

-Correct.

-Could it be malignant hypothermia?

-Is his C02 rising?

-No.

He's awake! The muscle relaxant must have worn off.

-For God's sake, get him under.

-Mr Griffin!

-What are you doing here? Get out!

-I've got the results of his tox screen.

-What tox screen?

-Let me see.

He's got SSRIs in his blood.

If you'd just like to follow me through here.

Er, you have a volunteer...

In fact, he was quite insistent that he only deal with you, so...

I owe you for the jacket.

But I'm sure some assistance wouldn't be unwelcome.

We don't need him, do we, Mr Hemingway?

No.

Luc?

We're fine.

Right, well, ten minutes - and that's it.

-Why didn't you give me these results earlier?

-I only just got them.

How did you know he was on anti-depressants?

I didn't. I thought he was taking something for his hands.

-You should have been more assertive.

-YOU should have listened.

You don't trust me, do you?

You were there, weren't you?

Do you want me to spell it out for you?

Sierra Leone. West Africa. Civil war.

I knew you recognised the tattoo.

Look, I'm not trying to give you a hard time about it. I just...

I mean, who can you talk to, yeah?

You married?

With someone?

Tried talking to my wife about it once.

People don't want to be...

You want to put it behind you.

Dreams...

Except they're not dreams, though, are they?

Sleep for two hours, wake up sweating, go downstairs,

drink till dawn.

So quiet at that hour.

Does it help? The drinking.

Nothing helps.

Charging to 100. Stand clear.

-BEEPING

-Right, OK. Remove the electrodes.

RAPID BEEPING

OK, his oxygen saturation has dropped.

-Did I do something wrong?

-Let's not panic.

I'm not panicking.

Let's consider this as a learning opportunity. Dr Valentine?

-Why not let Tara deal with it?

-As quick as you can.

He has a pneumothorax. Chest drain.

BEEPING STOPS

Good work, Dr Lo. Quickly and skilfully done.

Do we know what caused it?

We'll X-ray to check the chest drain. That may solve the mystery.

Well done. Both of you.

I got a job as a bouncer.

Can't sleep, might as well be working.

Got into fights.

Tiny things, like the way a man might look at you.

Is that how you ended up here?

Those kids on the bus, they weren't setting fire to the seats.

Just sitting there, having a laugh.

I thought they were laughing at me.

Got fired.

Wife kicked me out.

Are you still having the nightmares?

Look...

..are you going to take my blood or not?

How are you feeling?

Why didn't I have the operation?

You've been taking SSRIs, haven't you?

-Sel...

-Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors. Yes.

Why didn't you tell us, Giles?

I don't trust doctors.

I don't blame you.

It was a stupid stunt that I pulled with the autograph.

I rather liked it.

The boss not so much, though, eh?

I got the anti-depressants the same place I got the painkillers.

Online.

These are my tools. I ask so much of them.

2,000 words a day, seven days a week.

But they're beginning to fail me.

It's probably just arthritis. That's not the end of the world.

I've read about it online. There are two main kinds, right.

One manageable, the other debilitating and progressive.

Well, it's not quite that simple.

We'll run some tests, and...

If I can't write, who am I?

I don't have friends, I don't have family.

I'm left with a universe of devoted fans

who deserve better than a writer who can't finish his book.

Please don't tell Mr Griffin.

But he's your consultant.

He's one of my readers.

It feels like forever since I spoke to anyone.

This kid... used to kick a ball with him.

He was all left foot. "You've got to practice with the right."

My unit came under fire one day.

Fired back.

Realised I'd hit one.

Went to have a look...

it was this kid.

One day kicking a ball with me, the next day a soldier.

Lying twisted up. The rucksack I gave him still on his back.

The ball inside it.

The ball was flat from...

The ball was flat...

Oliver.

Yep.

Larry's X-ray.

It must have been putting incredible pressure on his lungs.

Let's have a look.

No, it's fine.

Ollie, let me see. I want to know what caused the pneumothorax.

He's my patient as much as yours.

Thank you.

-He has a tumour.

-I just thought...

That I wouldn't be able to handle it?

You patronising pillock.

-Mr Griffin, I have a confession to make.

-It's all right, I forgive you.

-You already know?

-It wasn't that hard to figure it out.

I have such a weakness when it comes to sweet things.

We are both talking about the tox screen?

You know about that, too?

I also ate the last slice of your cake.

You're welcome to the cake

and I'll overlook the tox screen on this occasion.

It was the right call.

Thanks, Mr G. You're a star.

For the record, I think that you were treated atrociously

over the whole sexual harassment thing.

Who's been talking about that?

Oh, Lilah told me all about it.

All that fuss over one silly little kiss.

I mean, it's not like you jumped on her in the storeroom, is it?

-Operate?

-You should probably call someone. Your parents, Shelly.

My parents are away for New Year.

I don't want to worry Shelly with this.

You shouldn't have to go through this on your own. You need support.

You deserve support.

Call her.

It's ringing.

Voicemail. Such a lovely voice.

Shelly, hi, it's me, Fat Larry from work.

Well, not so fat any more. You'll never believe where I am.

Holby City Hospital.

I've got this ridiculously big tumour on my lung, but it's OK,

just...

I'd love you to come in... if you can, of course.

He'll need a CT and PET scan, please.

OK. Well...see you soon.

Maybe.

Larry? We need to increase O2 levels, please.

Professor Hope!

He's going into respiratory arrest.

The tumour's putting too much pressure on the phrenic nerve.

Let's get him into theatre straight away, please. Prep him.

You British Army, UN, or what?

Army.

Medic?

I'd say you know a thing or two about amputations.

What was his name? Please? The boy.

Wanted to adopt him.

Moses was his name.

Such a grown-up name for such a little kid.

-I was such a...

-It wasn't your fault.

Don't give me that! You think I'm looking for that?

What keeps you awake?

You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

I can't remember the last time I slept through the night.

-Sometimes...

-So, how we doing? All done?

Have you got some kind of problem?

No.

-You think it's funny, do you?

-No.

How long you been there?

Well, I've only just got here.

Laughing your head off at us, cos it's all a big joke to you, isn't it?

No, I promise you, I'm not laughing at you.

Dean, Dean - it's OK.

OK, Luc, call security, please.

-Don't stand there.

-What's he...?

-The exit - you're blocking the exit.

-I've seen people like you.

-He's a doctor. He's a friend, Dean.

-No names, no games, no gifts.

-Luc, what's he talking about?

And then the smug grin on your face, like you knew what was going to happen all along.

-If you knew, why didn't you tell us?

-It has nothing to do with him.

-Why didn't you tell me?

HE GASPS FOR BREATH

Abdomen's distended. He's filling up with blood.

-We must have missed something.

-Were you stabbed?

-I thought it was a punch.

-A puncture wound. How did I miss that?

-It could have happened to anyone.

-We need to get him in to theatre.

Any luck with that venue?

No, they're all booked out.

Well, you'll be pleased to know that I am not just a brilliant doctor.

You found one? Where? How?

Bit of lateral thinking. Albie's.

Oh. Oh, great.

I know it's not exactly what you had in mind, but...

No, no, you're right. It makes sense.

And it's good for me to lower my expectations.

My new New Year's resolution. Who needs Hawaii?

And Rhys will look good in anything.

Yeah. Big picture. Thanks, Lilah. You're a star.

Dr Birdwood. You just can't help yourself, can you?

I'm not with you.

You haven't been gossiping with Mary-Claire?

It wasn't like that.

She had it in her head that we were doing it in the storeroom.

Are you still trying to ruin my career - or yours?

I was trying to put a lid on it. That's all.

Mr Griffin, Mr Cannon's in a lot of pain and nothing's working.

Thank you.

What's going on? What's wrong with me?

Stay calm.

You can't let me die. Promise you won't let me die.

You have my word.

I have to see my wife and kids.

I have to see my little boy.

-OK.

-OK, let's get him on the table.

-Performing a laparotomy.

It could be biliary colic caused by the gallbladder, but...

Please, just take it out.

We can't operate until your system's clear of the anti-depressants. Didn't your doctor tell you?

Giles, the painkillers...

I've already told you - I stopped taking them three days ago.

Why did you order them online,

when you've already being prescribed them on Keller?

You bought drugs online?

I needed more.

Did you exceed the dose?

I had to. I was in agony.

You probably damaged the lining of your stomach.

That's it. A peptic ulcer, probably bleeding. We've got no choice, we've got to get him back into theatre.

Why didn't you tell us about the extra painkillers and the anti-depressants?

Because he's scared he won't be able to write any more. He's scared of what people will think of him.

He told me not to tell you.

Is this all that medicine is to you?

A competition to show how clever you are?

-Keep pushing bloods and fluids.

-We need to put a finger in the dyke.

There, it's severed the renal artery. Clip.

-Come on.

-Are you OK? Luc?

Diathermy.

-Luc?

-I can't see properly. Keep pushing bloods.

More big packs, please, thank you.

It's no good.

I'm not letting him die.

You don't have a choice.

-It was a tiny puncture wound. We missed it.

-I

-missed it.

-These things happen, you know.

-No, not to him. Not to him.

-He's bleeding out.

-DIC...

He's not coming back from DIC. There's no chance...

-Where are you going?

-Keep pushing through FFP, red cells and fluids.

And antibiotics for the infection.

Antibiotics, please. More packs.

Where's he going? Heard you needed a hand.

-DIC, huh?

-Yes, we need a hand - and some fresh ideas.

All right, I'm taking this kidney out. Clips and scissors, please.

OK, kidney's coming out.

Let's just keep going and hope for the best.

More suction.

INSISTENT BEEPING

He's too weak to fight the infection, Luc.

-He's lost too much blood.

-We're not giving up. OK?

-Is that more antibiotic? What are you doing?

-We need to stop the bleed.

What have you given him?

Come on, Dean. Fight! Come on, Dean.

Fight!

You've just ended your career, Hemingway.

He's not well, Michael. Someone should go with him.

That's his new drug, right?

BEEPING SLOWS

BP's rising.

Lilah, wait.

I think he's made his position perfectly clear. Don't you?

Please don't go.

What do you expect me to do?

We wouldn't be having a party if it wasn't for you.

You found a venue. You kept me going.

You didn't give up.

I'm good at parties.

Parties, cupcakes and sabotaging my own career.

You're good at doctoring.

Being a good doctor. Whatever the word is.

Well, he doesn't think so, does he?

I mean, how can you possibly prove yourself to someone like that?

It's not about him, though, is it?

-LIFT TANNOY:

-Doors closing.

Right, now for the moment of truth.

Sorry to interrupt. I hope I'm not too late?

Nathan, impeccable timing. Come and take a look.

Oliver, would you mind?

Good Lord. That's bigger than most newborn babies.

And considerably uglier.

What a beauty!

-Fascinating, isn't it?

-Yeah.

Well, what do you make of it?

I'm sorry, I don't think we've met.

Oh, beg your pardon.

This is Nathan Hargreave, consultant oncologist.

I'm Dr Lo, F1.

I'm Dr Valentine.

I'd shake your hand, but, of course, I'm holding rather a heavy tumour.

At a first glance, I'd say that's a diaphragmatic lipoma.

It's actually quite rare to find a primary tumour of the diaphragm.

With your permission, I'd like to write a paper on this.

Oh, and I can write the surgical side of things, if you like?

Would you? That would be amazing.

Great, we can talk about it tonight?

Actually tonight's not so great.

I'm going to this New Year's Eve party at Albie's.

Me too. If that's all right?

-Of course, but...

-Yeah. So we can talk about it then.

HE GASPS

HE CONTINUES TO BREATHE HEAVILY

HE CALMS HIS BREATH

GASPING STARTS AGAIN

Mr Griffin.

You might have noticed that I'm in the middle of something.

Can I help?

I don't need your help.

Actually, there's something I wanted to say.

Not that I know how to say it.

I haven't got all day.

Um...

After we kissed...

Oh, please.

After we kissed, and things got out of hand...

..I tried to stand up for myself.

But I went about it the wrong way.

And, yes, I was hijacked by someone else's agenda.

But I'm the one that allowed that to happen.

I've been messing up ever since I got here, we both know that.

Big hospital, new country - I don't know what it is.

But I'm not making excuses.

Anyway, I just...

It's just something I wanted to...

It's just something I felt I needed to say.

And could you give my apologies to Mr Cannon?

I really didn't mean to betray his trust.

I just hope the procedure goes well.

Dr Birdwood.

I'd be grateful for your assistance in theatre.

It's good news. The tumour's benign.

Larry, what's wrong?

She texted me back. She didn't even call.

She couldn't make it?

"Sorry, babes. Got plans.

"Any chance you could swap shifts with me next weekend? X"

Larry, you're a good guy.

I'm a fat fool. Fat Larry.

You're not fat, so stop saying that.

I've nearly lost six stone, but still she won't look at me.

Not like that.

She's not worth it. Forget her.

But she's lovely.

What's lovely is someone who's there for you.

Someone you can be yourself with.

Someone who loves - at least accepts - everything about you.

How is someone like me supposed to find someone like that

when I can't even lose the weight?

What you're looking for... it just happens.

One day you're getting on with your life.

The next, someone walks right into it and you know, you just know,

that this is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.

You all right?

There's just something I've got to do.

Well, we stopped the bleeding and we removed your gallbladder.

And my hands?

You have mild osteoarthritis of the hands,

which can be treated with analgesia.

Your blood tests show no evidence at all of inflammatory arthritis

consistent with rheumatoid arthritis.

So it's not as bad as I thought?

Not even close.

But my secrets came tumbling out in the end, eh?

If it hadn't been for Dr Birdwood,

there might not have been a happy ending.

I agree. You did the right thing there.

And I'm definitely going to steal your autograph trick.

I'm flattered.

Dr Birdwood.

I'm really very sorry about the whole kiss thing.

I was in the wrong. Simple as that.

Mr Griffin, it's fine.

No, no, no it isn't.

I was in a position of authority and I abused that.

And you have had to go through a highly stressful ordeal

on your own - new hospital, new colleagues, new procedures.

And it's greatly to your credit that you've come through it

with such dignity.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

And, for what it's worth, in the light of your performance today,

I'm passing you on your DOPS assessment.

Really?!

Oh, my God!

Oh, sorry.

It's OK.

We shouldn't have left him alone.

What's wrong with you? He injected an untested, unproven and illegal drug

into a man fighting for his life.

Exactly. He's not well.

Well, I need an explanation, an apology and something signed in his own blood -

because I am not taking the heat for what happened in theatre today.

It's OK. Luc? Everything's OK.

It's OK. It's Sacha. It's Sacha and it's Michael, OK?

You're in your lab.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

-Take it easy.

-Dean... Dean, is he...?

Yes, he's fine. He's fine. He pulled through.

It's a shame you couldn't get your money back on all those hula skirts.

Doesn't matter. No-one really likes fancy dress, anyway.

Surprise!

THEME MUSIC TO HAWAII FIVE-O

Lilah, did you do this?

"Who needs Hawaii," right?

Thanks a million!

How you managed to get a drink named after you I'll never know.

It's a Chantellita - like a Margarita,

but with something special.

Ah, speaking of something special...

You look good enough to eat.

What are you waiting for?

Sorry, sorry. Hi. Hey!

I need to talk to you.

Look! I'm dancing and I never dance! Nathan got me to dance.

-I love Nathan!

-Tara.

-The dancing was her idea.

-Tara, listen to me.

-No, I got myself drunk. One drink.

What do they put in these things?

Look, I know this might seem out of the blue.

-OK.

-Is that Aisha's ring?

But in defiance of mortality, and morbidity...

Wait, stop. Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?

-With a dead girl's ring?

-I love you. And I want to be with you.

That doesn't mean we have to get married.

Stop. Where is this coming from?

Where do you think?

See, this is the problem right here.

We're not meant to talk about it and everything's supposed to be normal,

but I could see, from today...

Ollie, I hate New Year's Eve. That is all.

So that's supposed to explain why you didn't want to come to this party?

And why you roared at a drunk...

It's a New Year's Eve party.

And he was singing Auld Lang Syne.

Why didn't you say something?

Because it's embarrassing.

You're supposed to love New Year's Eve and, I don't know,

maybe I'm starting to.

Come on.

-You can't mean it. You mean it's your last day?

-Yeah.

Ever since Mr Griffin passed me on my CBDs - hello, Neurosurgery.

Oh, we're really going to miss you. Wait till I tell Rhys.

I think he went out for a ciggie.

That's one habit he's going to have to kick

if we're going to have a future together.

-I'll be back.

-OK.

Yeah, I don't think he felt much like celebrating.

That's because the Shelly didn't turn up.

And who wants to be by themselves on New Year's Eve?

At least he gets to go home with a benign tumour.

Without one, you mean.

Yeah, that. Which is good, considering it weighed a tonne.

Oh!

Come on.

What are you doing?

Ow!

Are you OK?

Sorry, yes, hi. I was conducting an experiment.

In?

In...how not to be noticed at a party.

The theory being that if I'm distracted doing something a bit daft,

people just think, "Oh, that's the daft guy," and ignore me.

But why do you want to be ignored?

Er, it's mildly better than being rejected.

Oh, dear.

Why are you talking to me? Beautiful women never talk to me, so...

Do you want to dance?

I should warn you. I am terrifyingly good.

I could do with a bit of terrifying.

How is he?

He's not great. You know you don't have to go home.

I persuaded Rachel to baby-sit.

Thank you, but I don't really feel like a party now.

Why don't you come with me?

No, I better stay and keep an eye on him.

-All right, I'll call you at midnight.

-OK.

-Larry.

-Larry.

Larry, there's something we need to tell you.

You were right. I should look on the bright side.

I might not have made my target, I might not have Shelly,

but I'm a nice guy

and, more importantly, I don't have terminal cancer.

Actually, on the subject of your weight loss, well...

Dr Lo, would you like to tell him?

Yes, Larry - we weighed your tumour,

and it was eight pounds and three ounces.

But that means...

-..I did it.

-Yeah.

I'm not Fat Larry any more.

I'm...Fit Larry!

Well, you could at least say sorry?

What? For letting you steal my boyfriend?

-Chantelle, we were talking. One thing lead to another...

-It doesn't matter.

Thanks, Mary-Claire. You deserve him.

Don't worry. I poisoned the cup-cakes.

Saw those two gorging on them earlier.

Hey, if I go down for this, I'm taking you with me.

Birdwood and Lane. Partners in crime.

You sure you want to do this?

Yeah, I'm fine now, Michael. Thank you.

Thank you.

Dean?

What happened?

We nearly lost you.

What time is it?

It's dark.

I need you to sign me out.

No. You're too weak.

I need to get to my family.

You will. You will. Just not tonight.

What happened to you?

Er...

I don't know exactly.

Sometimes I think I'm going to see him again one day.

When I die or whatever...

But I feel like I'm betraying my own son,

like I'm never there for him cos I'm always thinking about...

You were about to tell me something, weren't you, when we were downstairs?

Doesn't matter.

Thank you.

ALL: Happy New Year!

CHEERING

MUSIC: "Auld Lang Syne"

# Should old acquaintance be forgot

# For the sake of auld lang syne... #

FIREWORKS EXPLODE

All right...

PHONE VIBRATES

# For auld lang syne, my dear

# For auld lang syne... #

Happy New Year, Tara.

Yeah, I think it's going to be.

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