Hanssen has to face his demons from his past. When Jac discovers the reason behind Hanssen's actions, she has to make a choice between loyalty and ambition.
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'Mr Hanssen has been making rather a lot of reckless decisions.'
Can you honestly say you still have faith in him as a leader?
-What? Is that more antibiotic? What are you doing?
-We need to stop the bleed.
Come on, Dean, fight, fight.
You've just ended your career, Hemingway.
We'll deal with him later.
'The man disappeared off the face of the earth eight weeks ago.
'I didn't really have much choice.
'You can't just hack someone's inbox.
'You're right. Turns out it's a tricky old business.
'Took Ray from IT over a week.
'Being Hanssen, of course it was double-encrypted.'
But if I hadn't, we wouldn't even know this offer existed.
This makes no sense.
He wouldn't deliberately try and block a deal like this.
Well, here are his emails,
stretching back to last October.
He has found 52 different ways to say no.
One of the largest pharmaceutical companies in Sweden are offering
us a £40 million partnership deal and he's trying to block it?
-He's giving it a pretty good go.
-What are the Swedes saying?
They won't deal with anyone but Hanssen.
-Refusing to answer phone calls,
emails or even good old-fashioned letters.
Well, if I was in your shoes, I'd be on the first plane over there.
Oh, I was hoping you'd say that.
Unfortunately, I'm a tad too busy to just hop on a 747.
I hear Stockholm's rather lovely. You a fan of herring?
You bring home a deal like this, you can name your terms.
Stockholm? What about your patients?
I have to do what's best for the hospital as a whole.
And this is an entirely altruistic mission?
Nothing to do with furthering your career?
You think that's the only thing I care about?
'Glad you think so highly of me.
'You know I do. It's Ms Campbell. I don't trust her.
'At least she's here! Where's Hanssen? First sign of trouble and he disappears,'
and now he's trying to do everything he can to screw us over.
Sort of poetic justice, really, after the way we...
Sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
Yeah, you did.
Luc? Please tell me you haven't been in here all night.
With a blood sample, there's a viability window. I can't afford to waste time.
We told you to go home and get some rest.
You're in no fit state...
Ten years' research and I finally manage my first live trial...
-You gave a man an unlicensed drug!
-Dean lived. You saw what happened.
-This saved his life.
-Well, you don't know that for sure.
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Hey, the only reason you are not in front of a GMC hearing now
is that I have been given more second chances than anyone I know.
You are punishing me for saving a patient's life.
Er, for the record, it was the kidney removal that saved him.
-And what if he hadn't made it?
-"What if?" What kind of argument is that?
-Luc, give me a break. I'm trying to help you.
-I don't need your help.
Hey, what happened in theatre, you think that was normal behaviour?
Now here's what we're going to do. I want you to keep your job but you are going to do two things for me.
-First, you are going to stay out of your lab until further notice.
-Can't do that.
Second, you see a professional. I don't need to know what your demons are.
-I just need to know you're dealing with 'em.
-A professional what?
-He's expecting you at three.
Show up, you get to keep your job and your lab. You don't, I will report you. It's your choice.
-How's your coffee?
I grind it myself.
Get it when I'm in London from a little place on Dean Street.
Used to only drink Brazilian,
but I'm trying out Ethiopia at the moment.
Life's too short for bad coffee, don't you think?
Fair enough. No, as normalisers go, that was...that was pretty solid.
Listen, I'll spare you the time and the effort.
Never knew my father, although my mother managed to narrow it down to
a US marine and a particle physicist she spent a week with in Mexico.
"Tell me about your mother"?
Well, she was an overdependent bipolar addict who had
a series of disastrous boyfriends, only one of whom beat me
and no, before you ask, no, there was no sexual element,
sorry to disappoint, although he was fond of locking me in cupboards.
Yes, my mother's sudden death
when I was 19 was at the same time traumatic and a relief,
but I've stopped feeling guilty about that a long time ago.
And in answer to your first question,
it's perfectly drinkable, but I suggest a lighter roast might be better suited to its acidity.
That only leaves us with another 50 minutes.
So what'll we talk about next?
Watch where you're going!
What are you doing here? Have you been following me?
Well, if you'd bothered to answer your door
or the emails, or letters or phone calls...
I am currently on leave.
I believe that entitles me to a certain degree of privacy.
-Don't you think you owe us all some answers?
-I don't believe so, no.
Why are you trying to block the Biotek proposal?
I have no doubt it's made you feel very important being
sent on this little errand, but I'm afraid you are
out of your depth, so I'd suggest you turn around and go home.
Sorry if it's been a wasted trip.
I hope while you're here you'll have a little time to explore Stockholm.
I particularly recommend the Vasa museum.
-Goodbye, Miss Naylor.
It says in your notes that you received some counselling
after you were discharged from the army.
Was that for anything in particular?
I was in the Army Medical Corps.
There were things that happened that I'd rather forget.
Where did these things happen?
Why don't you just read what it says in the notes?
-I think I've humoured you more than enough.
-The incident in theatre.
Something about that patient took you back to a particular time and place.
I was just wondering...
Bravo. Well done. You've cracked the code. I'm cured.
I shall be recommending you to all my friends.
Now perhaps you could tell my consultant I'm not a nut job.
We've still got 30 minutes left.
-I don't think we have anything more to discuss.
-I think we're just getting started.
Thank you for the coffee.
Who was Elise Laurier?
Read the notes. That's clearly where you got this.
I'd rather hear it from you.
-I'd just like you to tell me who she was. It's not a trick question.
She was my wife. She was going to be my wife.
Nils Johansson, please. Henrik Hanssen.
This has gone quite far enough.
How did it go? Yesterday?
Fine. Fine. Sent me on my way. Told me I was fit to practise.
So you can put the straitjacket away.
Oh, great. Oh! By the way...
Arrived this morning.
Our Eddi's landed on her feet.
I mean, no disrespect to Leeds,
but if I wanted to find inner peace I think I'd probably head to...
wherever that is.
It's Kerala. In India.
Anyway, it's not addressed to me.
Why don't you just put it on the noticeboard?
OK, this is Jelena.
She fell down the stairs on a bus, possible head injury,
oh, and she's cut her hand.
Hello, Jelena. I'm Mr Hemingway.
Could you tell me what happened, please?
My shopping. On the...
What's the word? I can't find it.
You lost your shopping? Did anyone pick up her shopping?
OK, Jelena. You may have left your shopping on the bus.
Can you tell me was it a big weekly shop,
or just a few little bits and bobs?
I went to buy...
I don't remember.
-Fish. A big fish.
All right, she's confused, slurring, Eastern European.
Tox screen perhaps?
Just because she's Eastern European doesn't necessarily mean
she's been hitting the vodka.
All right, all right, we'll set up a head CT.
Keep up the neuro obs just in case.
And can someone stitch this hand, please?
Sorry to interrupt, chaps.
Wonder if I might borrow Mr Hemingway for a sec?
A concerned scrub nurse told me you walked out of theatre
having had a bit of a set-to with Michael, is this true?
It was a misunderstanding.
If Michael did cross a line, I hope you'd feel you could tell me?
I have worked with him, so I know he can be a bit...
It was me. I overreacted to something. You can forget about it.
What are you up to, Henrik?
Why frequent a restaurant when you don't like the food?
That's why. You get to look down on the world.
But you're used to that, of course.
25 years and you can't spare me an hour for lunch?
I don't see any merit in pretending this is a social occasion.
By the way, you know you speak Swedish with an English accent now?
Just then with the waiter...
You know why I'm here.
Your "ar" sound is the giveaway. On the word Stannar.
You remember how we used to tease you at Karolinska -
what was it, the Swedish giant with the Danish surname
and the English private school manners.
Back when the world was young and I had a full head of hair...
I've asked you repeatedly to stop contacting me.
-But for some reason...
-You know the reason.
You're the managing director.
It's his company.
And I gave him my word I would do whatever it took.
Then I'm afraid you're going to have to disappoint him.
Please try to understand my position, Henrik.
Right, how do we stop this?
You have to talk to him. He's in the house on Tynningo.
You know I won't do that.
Well, in that case I guess we have a stalemate.
-You seen Michael?
-He's up on Keller.
He has to let me back in my lab. I'm going to call him.
Before you do...Jelena.
You worked out which type of vodka it was yet?
Tox screen's immaculate.
All right. Not drunk on a bus. Head injury?
CT's completely normal.
-She still slurring, bewildered?
-It's a little more than that.
-And it's getting worse by the second.
-You tracked down a relative?
I left a message with the husband. He's on his way.
All right, Jelena. Jelena, you may remember me from earlier.
Now the good news is you don't appear to have any kind of major head injury.
-Get away from me!
-It's all right, I just need to examine you.
No, no, you want to cut me up.
You want to kill me. I know why you're here.
What you did to the others...
I'm a doctor, I just want to...
You're going to kill me! You want to kill me!
Sklonite ga od mene!
-Sorry. Should I...
-I'm from Holby City Hospital.
I'm sorry to turn up unannounced like this,
but we've had no luck getting hold of you via phone or email...
We just wanted to demonstrate how committed we are to making this deal work.
Maybe we could go to your office and discuss the details?
Sorry, what did you say your name was again?
Well, have a seat.
Oh. Your son?
Fredrik. He graduated from medical school this summer.
Top of his class.
You must be very proud.
So your role at Holby City is...?
Deputy director of surgery.
So you and Henrik must work quite closely together?
Yes. Very close. Finish each other's sentences.
And you have discussed our proposal with him?
He's filled me in on the basics.
And can I ask you,
do you get the sense he's committed to making this deal work?
You know Henrik. You can never really tell what he's thinking.
Let me ask you another question.
Does he have any idea that you're here?
Look. You and I both want to make this deal work.
But Mr Hanssen's been on leave for nearly two months and no-one knows why.
So perhaps he's not the person you should be dealing with on this.
Well, I'm afraid he's the only person I can deal with on this.
That makes no sense. You want to set up a partnership with the hospital, not with Mr Hanssen, so...
Whatever you or I think of this proposal makes no difference.
There are matters that can only be resolved between Mr Hanssen and our chairman, Mr Lovborg.
Matters? What do you mean, matters?
Mr Hanssen has certain...issues with our chairman that are personal.
And it's not for me to discuss them.
I'm here to see Mr Lovborg, please.
Paranoia, hallucinations, fever, rapid decline...
Could be a stroke, could be an infection, could be meningitis, could be...
Excuse me, Mr Levy?
I'm so pleased to see that the rumours are not true.
The word amongst the porters is that you've gone a bit loco.
-You know Fat Alan? The Chinese guy?
I know Alan.
He said you'd been living in your lab, not changing your clothes...
We were all a bit worried. But you're OK?
Do I look crazy to you?
No more than usual.
There we are, then.
Actually, I am not here today as a porter.
You're moonlighting as a neurosurgeon?
Mr Levy left me a message. My wife is a patient here.
She fell over on a bus and hurt her hand.
Her name is Jelena. But if you tell me which bed number...
Yeah, I will, I will, it's Bed 1. I'll take you, Branko.
Who are you?
Who is this man? Get him away from me.
I was sorry to hear that you've been unwell.
You weren't relieved to know that you were finally going to be rid of the old man?
I trust you haven't been in too much pain?
I have my personal angel - she administers soup with one hand
and morphine with the other.
All men should be lucky enough to have a woman like her in their life.
In fact, she should be here any minute now.
I think you'll like her.
Would you please withdraw this ludicrous deal...
I wouldn't call it ludicrous.
Given the year you've had, I thought you'd be glad of a lifeline.
Please don't presume to know what sort of year I've had.
An implant scandal, a patient who dies in a van!
Then you decide to criticise your government on national television.
I thought you were a man of good judgment...
My career is no concern of yours.
You know, you're worth a great deal more than a mediocre British hospital
that doesn't even seem to appreciate you.
If it's so mediocre, then why are you trying to throw money at it?
30 years of unanswered letters.
I had to find some way to get through to you.
And you were prepared to spend 40 million.
I am a sick man who wanted to see my son.
Well, I'm here now. Not through choice.
But because effectively you blackmailed me into coming.
So you've achieved your aim.
Now, perhaps, you will call off the deal.
The deal is irrelevant. I don't care about that.
It was to get you here.
I don't have long and I need to put my affairs in order.
I'm leaving you everything. This house.
Everything in it.
And of course the company.
So that's why you brought me here?
To offer me this blood money?
I have to get back to the city straightaway, I'm afraid.
-Yeah, his name is Anders Lovborg.
-That's all I've got so far.
But Hanssen wouldn't be blocking this deal unless it was something pretty serious.
What could possibly be worth losing £40 million over?
I'm sure the board'll be very interested to know he's blocking this deal for personal reasons.
You can't do that.
He's an obstruction.
The last time he became a liability, there were only a few of us who were prepared to stand up and say so.
Come on, Jac, you don't wimp out on tough decisions
because of some misguided sense of loyalty.
-Look, why don't I see what else I can find out?
They will kill me.
But if God didn't mean us to smoke,
then why did he make these things so damn tasty?
We've done a lumbar puncture.
We think it could be bacterial meningitis,
but we'll have to run more tests.
You will figure it out.
My wife could not be in better hands.
This is our house. The Bay of Mlini, near Dubrovnik.
We used to live there before... before we came to England.
But I always promised Jelena we would go back one day.
The war destroyed almost everything, as wars do...
It left only two walls standing.
But me and Jelena, we worked six days a week for 20 years,
and every year we go back for a month and fix a bit more.
Two weeks ago, we finally finished.
Six months, we said, and we will go back for good.
I always had faith we would go back together.
Always. And I still do.
Is that Jelena?
She's had a seizure.
So how long have you been back for?
I never thought you'd come.
It's two months since I got the nurse to call you.
It was a last-minute decision.
You couldn't have warned us that you were coming?
How could I know you'd be his doctor?
Nils gave no indication at all.
And before you ask, no, I don't cook and shop for all my patients.
He's a special case.
He could easily afford someone to cook for him.
Of course he could.
-But the last thing he wants is a lot of strangers fussing around him.
-It's more than he deserves.
I must get back to the city.
So that's it? You're just going to leave like that?
It was a mistake. I should never have come here.
Stop. Just stop.
25 years... Don't you think you at least owe me a coffee?
Wait! Wait! Stop. Where are you taking her?
-No. I wanted to run more tests. MRI, full bloods...
-She's not your patient any more.
-Of course she is.
Jelena's in a coma. She needs to be on ITU.
-I'll go with her.
-What are you doing?
-These people have put their trust in me. I have a duty...
-You're not the only doctor here.
Why won't you just let me do my job?
Can you excuse us a second? Hm?
I think you just answered your own question.
I wasn't going to do this here, but Jerry tells me
-you walked out halfway through your first appointment yesterday.
-We were done.
He gets to decide when you're done. Not you.
-Now he's got a slot for you today at 1.30. Be there.
-It's a waste of time.
Don't push me, Luc. You are hanging on by a thread here.
You care about your job. You care about your project. I want to help you keep both. 1.30.
Mr H, don't worry. You've done what you can.
She'll be fine. I know.
You know, he's not the man you always described to me.
See, I was expecting this...monster.
And at first I didn't even want to be in the same room as him...
But then he offered your husband a lucrative job.
But then, over the years I got to know him.
And I realised he isn't a monster at all.
If this is an attempt to tug at my heartstrings...
Of course it isn't. That would assume you HAVE a heart.
Sorry. I'm not upset, I'm not.
And don't think any of this still bothers me. It doesn't.
I am happy. I have a wonderful life.
I'm pleased for you.
Are you? Well, thank you, Henrik. I'm really touched by your warm words.
Anyway, for his sake, I'm glad you came to make your peace in the end.
I didn't come to make my peace. I came because he blackmailed me
into coming with this ridiculous deal.
Well, how else was he supposed to get you here?
An emotional appeal was hardly going to work, was it?
Emotions really don't come into it.
The only thing he cares about is his legacy.
You know, for a man who is supposed to be so intelligent,
you can be quite unbelievably stupid.
This is not about the company or the deal.
This is about a sick old man who just wants his son to forgive him.
And he hasn't got long.
He'll be dead in a week, two at the most.
Hi. I need to use a computer, please.
-You still have the apartment on Sankt Paulsgatan?
I don't suppose my mural is still there?
I had it painted over years ago. I'd forgotten all about it.
Will you come inside?
I have nothing more to say to him.
-You've got 35 years' worth of...
-You know what he did.
Yes. He made one terrible mistake,
and he's been paying for it ever since.
-He's not the one who paid for it.
-He's still your father.
As far as I'm concerned, my father died when I was 16.
Just because a son has a different name to his father doesn't make him any less his son, does it?
How can you stand there and judge him after what you did to us?
It's an entirely different situation.
Yes. He didn't abandon a pregnant woman.
Is there really any point in us raking over the past?
It's not about the past, though, Henrik, is it?
We are both here, right now, living it. Present tense.
I forgave you.
And it might have taken a long time, and I'm still not sure I understand...
..but I did.
So why can't you forgive him?
I never told you how my mother died, did I?
After my father's betrayal,
she filled her pockets with stones one night, she walked into that
water right there, and she kept on walking until the current took her.
That, I'm afraid, I can't forgive.
-Has there been anyone else since Elise?
The last decade's pretty much been a non-stop marathon of frenzied copulation.
-Why are you evading the question?
-Because it's irrelevant.
What is? Love? Relationships?
Shall I just put "Not applicable"?
The last time I tried dipping my toe in that particular water,
I came very close to destroying someone.
That convinced me beyond any doubt
that I have a moral obligation to be alone.
And this someone... were you in love with them?
Love's just a chemical reaction.
A combination of adrenaline, dopamine and serotonin. It's completely illogical.
Does it have to be logical?
Why voluntarily subject yourself to a situation that you know
ultimately will only end in pain and suffering?
-Best to avoid it altogether?
Even though it might mean you never get to live life at all?
All right, I'll give you an example.
I had a patient today, this woman and her husband.
They have wasted 20 years of their lives dreaming of
their little cottage in Croatia, but they are never going to make it there
because now he's going to have to stand there and watch her die.
You really hate losing patients, don't you?
Yes, it's one of my quirks.
A curious thing happened back in the mid '80s.
Psychs all over the country had this sudden influx of men in their 60s.
Men who had lived these quiet, ordinary lives hit retirement age, and suddenly fell to pieces.
-Why would that be?
-I have no idea.
They were veterans of the war.
They'd carried their nightmares around with them
for 40 years, but their working lives had held them at bay.
Until...the day they stopped.
Their house in Croatia -
Mlini's near a forest, they were there two weeks ago.
It would have been absolutely rife. That's what's wrong with her.
Where are you going?
-Your house near Dubrovnik. It's near a forest, right?
-Yes, very near.
And I bet you get those really irritating little ticks that
-suck the blood right out of your legs, yes?
I knew it. Right, we need a blood sample.
Tick-borne encephalitis. Makes perfect sense.
We just need to identify the right antibodies to the virus in her blood.
It's not over yet, Branko. I am not letting her go.
No... No, I have to save her, I have to save her.
We need to talk about Anders Lovborg.
-Mr Hemingway. Mr Hemingway!
-Calm down! Calm down, now.
-Love what you've done with the place, you've really made it your own.
-You have two minutes.
Nils Johansson says you're blocking the deal
-because you have a grudge against Anders Lovborg.
-Rather more than a grudge.
-Well, whatever it is...
-Have you any idea what kind of man he is?
He's not the only scientist to ever make use of that data.
There's always been a code of honour among scientists,
that the methods by which that data was achieved render it unusable.
By rights, it should have been destroyed.
But he took some of the most unspeakable atrocities ever committed,
-and used them for his own glory.
-It was 30 years ago.
36. And you've one minute left.
Since then, he's built a company which has helped God knows how many thousands of people.
The man made ONE mistake.
Because of that, you're going to sabotage the future of the hospital,
-sabotage your own career...
-You've obviously done your homework.
I wonder, did you find out anything about Lovborg's wife during your research?
Did you know that 8,000 Danish Jews escaped to Sweden during the war?
Lovborg's wife was one of them, when she was nine years old.
Her elder brother, sadly, was not so lucky.
Her name, if you'd bothered to look it up, was Elizabet Hanssen.
She had the misfortune to marry Anders Lovborg. They even had a son.
A son who took his mother's name when he was 16
in the hope that nobody would ever know who his father was.
-What were you thinking?
-I was trying to save a patient's life.
-By locking that door, you put that life in danger...
-Luc, I didn't have a choice.
I told you to stay out of that lab and I knew you wouldn't be able to.
I've just had a call from Security.
I, er... I needed to do some urgent blood tests.
Sorry, I'm probably just being thick, but why had your lab been padlocked in the first place?
Well, given the sensitive nature of Mr Hemingway's research,
-don't you think it makes sense to keep the samples locked up?
-That makes perfect sense.
What doesn't make sense is why Mr Hemingway doesn't have a key to his own lab.
He was trying to protect me.
-So the entire deal was a red herring, it was just to get you out here?
-So it would seem.
-Why didn't you just say so?
-Because it was nobody else's business but mine.
And would have remained so if someone hadn't seen fit
to smash into my private emails like a common burglar.
Serena was only acting in the hospital's interests.
Oh, yes, of course she was.
And you were only obeying orders.
You'd just disappeared.
Have you ever tried to disappear? It isn't easy.
I don't give Lovborg credit for much,
but vanishing off the face of the earth for three months takes effort.
Why would you want to disappear?
Have you never wanted to escape?
Feel that weightlessness one normally feels only in water?
Finally feel...truly free?
I'd like nothing more.
Are you coming back?
Why would I want to come back?
To a mediocre British hospital that has no faith in my leadership?
Because I don't want to work at a hospital
that cares more about making money than treating patients.
Because you're crazy enough to stick your head above the parapet when it counts.
Well...we know what happens to people who stick their heads above the parapet, don't we?
It was me.
I was the one who stabbed you in the back.
I told Cunningham I had no faith in your leadership, but I was wrong.
Is that the real reason you came to Sweden? For absolution?
I did something wrong, and I had to try and put it right.
I'm very sorry, Mr Hemingway, but as you know I have no choice
but to suspend you with immediate effect.
You're to have absolutely no contact with any patients until further notice.
Any violation of these terms and I will have to report you to the General Medical Council.
-What about my research project?
-What about it?
My fellowship's entirely distinct from my contract as a doctor, I assume there's no reason...
Luc, you must see that in all conscience we can't let your project continue.
I'm afraid that as far as this hospital is concerned, it's game over.
I've looked up everything I can on this Lovborg character, but I'm still drawing a bit of a blank.
Right, where does that leave us? What exactly do you suggest we do now?
I suggest we trust Mr Hanssen's judgment.
My mother always loved this time of year.
She used to look forward to the first snow of winter, because
she said that it would reflect the moon and lighten the darkness.
We used to sit by the window, and wait.
Wait, for that first snowflake.
Why am I here, Henrik?
Earlier this afternoon, it occurred to me that you had had
the grace to forgive me, but I'd done nothing to earn that forgiveness.
I've never apologised for my actions, nor made any attempt to explain them.
So, I would be grateful if you would consider this a retrospective apology.
Well, you're about 25 years late.
That fact notwithstanding.
And what about the explanation?
Perhaps my father's true legacy is that
he proved to me beyond any doubt that, finally,
love is a source of cruelty and destruction.
So I vowed to myself that I would never risk putting anyone that I loved through...
Of failing them in that way.
So you walked away. Before he was even born.
I set you free. You, and...
His name is Fredrik.
I think it's the best decision I could have made.
Nils is far more suited to all this than I ever would have been.
Will you please tell me one thing?
After you left, did you ever think of us?
Shall I just...
No. No, Henrik. Please.
-At least come with me to the archipelago, to say goodbye.
-I have nothing to say to him.
-He asked me not to tell you.
-Tell me what?
-I promised I wouldn't.
-Tell me what, Maja?
It was your mother.
She told him to use the research.
He didn't want to, but...
she thought it might mean that her brother's death hadn't been worthless.
-So why did she...?
-She thought he was dead.
That's why. Not because he betrayed her
but because she didn't know how to live without him.
I don't believe you.
How am I supposed to go until I know she's OK?
You are only one man, and you can't save the world.
I heard they have suspended you. I'm sorry.
You're not the one who should be sorry.
-What are you talking about? You figured it out.
-I should've diagnosed her sooner.
-The neuro said it's incredibly rare...
-That's no excuse.
-He's only ever seen one, maybe two cases...
-You trusted me.
Please. You cannot blame yourself.
And we don't even know yet what her prognosis is. She could make a full recovery.
How can you be so calm? Your wife is lying there in a coma.
What else can I do?
-Why aren't you angry?
-Who should I be angry with? God?
-Yes, God. Yes - if that's who you believe in.
-Why should I be angry with God?
Why did he let you meet this woman in the first place?
Why did he let you fall in love with her, if he knew it was going to end like this?
Even if I knew on the day when I met her
that I would feel this pain now, I would change nothing.
-It's a very small price to pay.
-I feel no anger.
No. You can't just accept this. You trusted me to save her, and I failed her.
I failed her. Why can't you see that, Branko? I have failed her.
Failed who? Mm?
I know what it is to have nightmares, my friend.
And you look like a man who hasn't slept in a long, long time.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Have you got any more of that Ethiopian coffee?
Is it true?
What difference does it make now?
Why didn't you tell me?
I never wanted you to hate her.
You couldn't have saved her.
She always felt things so deeply.
HE SPEAKS SWEDISH:
She was a fellow medic. Elise.
No-one knew we were together.
Against army rules. But we were...
Anyway, she had this... rare blood abnormality. It didn't clot the way that it should.
I didn't know this. I didn't know this until
she was shot in the stomach. Surprise attack,
she wasn't even supposed to be with them, but they were a person short.
When they brought her in...
When they brought her in, I'd been drinking. I was drunk.
And...I couldn't operate, they wouldn't let me...
I...I couldn't save her.
she bled to death on the table, and I couldn't save her.
I couldn't save her.
I wonder if you would see that he's buried near my mother, please.
-You're not staying for the funeral?
You should also know that I'll be instructing my lawyers
to transfer full ownership of the company to you.
It was never really mine in the first place.
And you've taken excellent care of things for the last 25 years.
I've no doubt you'll continue to do so.
Perhaps you could use some of the money to set up a trust
for your son.
Well... Thank you.
You know, Fredrik is coming down from Uppsala this weekend,
and Nils and I wondered... perhaps you'd like to meet him?
Another time, perhaps?
You asked me a question.
-At the cafe.
The answer's every day.
'Dear Sacha. I decided to take your advice.
'Something I'm not generally good at doing.
'You told me to go home,
'only home's something I've never really had in the conventional sense,
'so I decided to do something else, to take a leap of faith.
'I'm going to spend some time doing nothing.
'Maybe find a lagoon somewhere. I hear Kerala's nice.
'I've spent far too long inside my own head, and that's never a good place to be.
'So, I'm going to try something radical.
'I'm going to live.'
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