Push the Button - Part 1 Holby City

Just get home. We need you.

I do know that I'm not quite the man of your dreams.

I'm acting up as CEO. Merry Christmas.

I've looked up everything I can on this Lovborg character, but I'm still drawing a blank.

I suggest we trust Mr Hanssen's judgment.

-Have you never decorated a Christmas tree before?

-Always seemed like a bit of a hassle.

Mr Hanssen! Why are you trying to block the Bioteck proposal?

Don't you think you owe us all some answers?

I don't believe so, no. Goodbye, Ms Naylor.

Happy Christmas.

-Wait, wait.

-What?

Say something in Swedish.

Kan jag lana en strykbrada.

-Sweet!

-Yeah.

Wait, what does it mean?

Can I borrow an ironing board?

-Fine. Continue.

-Yeah, good, OK.

Cancel my 3pm, and I'll do the 4pm conference call at 6pm, OK?

I don't care. Tell them the Acting Chief Executive said so.

I'll have to call you right back.

Mr Hanssen.

THUD! Oh!

I dropped my phone.

He's still on sabbatical, as far as I know.

I don't buy it. The leadership of this hospital is in the balance

and he says he's on holiday?

Any news, by the way, from Sweden on the privatisation deal?

Like, oh, I don't know, an explanation, perhaps?

Er, none. He's left us with no other option.

I'm calling in the lawyers.

Oh.

So... Does this mean you missed me?

Your absence was noted.

Did you even get me a present?

I nicked a couple of sick bags from the plane. You can have them.

I was kind of hoping for one of those Viking helmets

with the big horns and the long pigtails.

One phone call to you cost me £12.50. You're welcome.

Sean...? I thought I was seeing you at the MDT meeting?

I wanted to prelude it with one of your legendary bear hugs.

Ah, the wit of a man who spends most of his day talking to children.

Tell me, is it true you Paeds guys give prognoses

via the medium of puppets?

Who told you that, young lady?

Wrong audience...

Morning!

Mum! Can't you give her something to wake her up?

-No, her body needs to recover.

-We need to be somewhere.

-They'll understand. Tell me what happened.

I told them in A&E! We were on the bus and she fainted. Her arms and legs were going crazy

and her eyes were rolling back in her head.

-Hey, where's your wife? She's late.

-Er... Oh, I don't know.

Anything like this happened before?

No, I don't think so. She needs to come with me.

She'll go mad if she finds out you stopped her.

Hey, if you got somewhere to be, then you better go.

But your mother's not going anywhere.

Who are we waiting for?

Er, Nurse Maconie.

Oh, let's start without him. I've got to make this quick.

It's not just great responsibility that comes with great power -

it's great piles of admin.

Oh, sorry I'm late.

I'm sure Ms Naylor will deal with you accordingly.

Hobnob?

Right. Now that we are all here... Caitlin Laidlaw.

Coronary artery fistula.

Professor Hope, perhaps you'd like to kick us off?

Oh, and if you've got anything to add, just chip in.

Right. Er... 15-year-old patient.

We're doing an initial exploratory operation followed by

a two-stage procedure consisting of a bypass graft, by me,

and a fistula excision by way of Ms Naylor's talents.

Sounds a bit convoluted.

It's the best option in terms of the age of the patient.

Hm. Anything to add?

All righty, then. Well, that was easy.

Well, if it was my patient

I'd probably do a beating-heart op instead.

-Ms Campbell.

-What are the benefits?

Well, it would vastly reduce recovery time, for a start.

It's too much of a risk.

We don't have anyone experienced enough in that type of procedure.

Er, hello?

-You've assisted.

-Look, whatever.

I just thought that since the poor girl's currently in foster care,

she'd rather not be in the long-term care of yet another institution.

But it's fine. Your patient, your decision.

Good, well. Proceed as planned.

-Morning, Chrissie.

-Sorry I'm late.

All right, first up is Angela Timmons. Mugging victim.

Head lacerations. She's all yours.

-Hey, Mum's still not woken up.

-All right, just give me a second.

And after that, you've got all these.

Great.

Hi, Angela. I'm Sister Williams.

I'm going to be patching you up.

OK?

-It's fine.

-OK?

So you were mugged?

What?

Oh, yeah. I suppose.

Did they take much?

I don't know.

MAN: Hiya. I'm looking for Angela Timmons.

Is it OK for me to get a statement off her?

I mean, if she's up to it?

I don't want to press charges, thanks.

Why don't you come back in a hour, after her scan?

Yeah, course. Sorry. Didn't mean to hassle her.

Hope you feel better, love.

I don't want to talk to him...

I really don't.

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh, I'm sorry, I do have to get this.

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Half an hour? You don't have anything at lunchtime? No, OK.

I'll take it. Thanks.

She's late.

-Just back from holiday or something?

-What?

You've got a bit of a glow.

Only fat or pregnant people glow.

This is ridiculous - people forget hair appointments

and birthdays - not heart operations.

I'm sure there's a good explanation.

She's half an hour late, Sean.

I'm looking for Caitlin Laidlaw.

That makes three of us. Who are you?

I'm Liam, her brother. She's meant to be here.

-Told me to meet her.

-She's just running a bit late.

Don't do anything. I'll see if I can find her.

Did your Mother have an alcoholic drink this morning?

Not since Sunday. She hasn't been out the house.

She's not been well. Today was her first day out.

She said she was buying fags.

-Do you want me to take that for you?

-No, she'll find it. I'll keep it.

Sammi Laidlaw, tox screen.

What?

No trace of alcohol.

-I told you. I knew she hadn't.

-That's the problem. She's withdrawing.

OK, Vitamin B, and Chlordiazepoxide

and let's transfer up to Keller. We're going to monitor her.

-That's MY job.

-Well, consider it a vacation.

PHONE RINGS

Hey, hey, hey. You have to take that outside.

I've got to go. Her feet get cold.

-She needs to wear socks.

-Socks. Got it.

-Don't let her go anywhere.

-I don't think you need to worry about that.

Just leave us your phone number in case we need to contact you.

I'll be upstairs.

I'm having a heart operation.

-Answerphone.

-Well, who's supposed to be bringing her?

Donna. Foster carer.

No, they've chucked her out. That's all I know.

-You don't seem to know very much.

-I've hardly seen her.

-Not even at Christmas?

-Derek and Jean wanted me to stay with them.

-They're MY foster carers.

-I think we should reschedule.

She obviously has lots of other issues that she needs

to be dealing with right now. I'll talk to Professor Hope.

No, no, please. Come on, she wouldn't miss this.

-Kind of looks like she has.

-She just might turn up.

Look, I'm sorry, but I can't perform an op on a patient who's not here.

What do you want me to do - mime it?

Just let me call Children's Services, find out what's going on.

Come on! Even Jac "Hard As Nails" Naylor's got a softer side.

Oh, fine. Use my office.

Wow! You've changed.

-Jet lag.

-Does that mean you'll be too tired to be my plus-one tonight?

Er, well, that depends on what it is.

If it's anything to do with football, then, yes.

-If it's not, try me.

-My old college is having an alumni ball.

I know it's short notice...

Did I say football? I meant tipsy nurses in sequins.

It might be a laugh.

If I get to watch you dance.

Is that a yes, then?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-I tried to come...

-Try not to speak.

Caitlin Laidlaw.

Are these private? Nurse?

I'm sorry?

These scans you're doing - are they private?

I mean, they can't be used as evidence or anything?

No. No, they're confidential. Why?

Just wondering.

OK, I'll be on the other side of the glass.

-Everything all right in there?

-Yeah, she's fine.

-She seems tense.

-She's just been mugged.

Right, do you mind if I leave you to it?

-Er, yeah, actually I do.

-It's just, I've got to be somewhere.

Where?

Michael, please, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

All right - what is it?

I've got a mammogram booked. I found a lump this morning.

I'm going to get it checked out.

-That's why I was late.

-Better go do that, then.

OK.

I'll drop these back on my way out.

Should have got a golf buggy for Christmas.

Facilitate all this dashing about.

What are you doing here?

Um...Mr Nielson. Resection of the splenic flexure.

I thought you'd already started.

As Acting Director of Surgery,

multitasking is one of my many talents.

But not even I can be in two places at once.

-He's already been taken into theatre.

-Who's with him?

What on earth are you doing?!

Good morning, Ms Campbell.

I thought if I took care of things here, that would give you

the time to clear your things from my office.

Not a problem, is it?

No.

Not at all.

Your paeds elective is here.

How's she doing?

Well, she made a bit of a dramatic entrance, but she's stable now

and looking forward to a lengthy stay in hospital.

Look, about earlier...

No, no, it's fine. Why do one op, when you can do two...?

Jac...

-RATTLES

-I'll leave you to it.

If you're on your way to tell me, there's no need.

-I've already seen him.

-And..?

-Found him in theatre.

Doing MY operation. Quite the thing. Can he do that?

According to HR, he's perfectly within his rights.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

He has ended his sabbatical, and as of 9am this morning,

he's once again CEO and Director of Surgery.

But he's been AWOL for two months!

Doesn't he at least have to... fill in a form?!

It appears not. I am talking to the board shortly, but until then,

it is just a case, I'm afraid, of "as you were".

Did YOU get one?

I know it may seem rather out of the blue...

I mean, who puts a photograph on their wedding invitation?

It's like one they put in the tabloids

when a couple goes on holiday and gets mugged.

I think he looks rather well.

He looks bloated.

And judging by his bride-to-be -

now punching below his quite considerable weight.

Jennifer is perfectly nice.

You've met her?! When?

A few weeks ago. For lunch.

Joseph asked me to be an usher.

You're in the wedding?

Well, you obviously made quite an impression on him.

You can't possibly doubt that YOU did.

She looks like the kind of woman who'd theme her wedding "unicorn."

-BLEEPER

-At least you've got a plus-one.

You can go with your head held high.

I need you to look after Caitlin Laidlaw for the moment.

Why, where are you going?

St James's have asked me for a conference call,

a complex aortic valve replacement. You can manage for now, can't you?

You're a popular man.

People deserve an explanation.

If the board require an official response, then they can have it.

They only have to ask.

It's not just the board you have to convince.

It's your staff.

Do you two work here?

I've been sitting there for half an hour.

Well, sorry about that.

Ms, um, Laidlaw...

Hmm. So you've been transferred from AAU?

Well, let's see what we can do for you, shall we?

-Right, who's meant to be chaperoning you?

-Liam!

She's going to need a CT scan.

Where were you? You nearly missed your slot.

Er...something went wrong with the bus.

And who have you got with you? Do I know this one?

-She'll be here in a bit.

-Who?

Better late than never. Where's your mum?

What's it got to do with HER?

Cait? You're not back with her?

She's better.

I don't believe this.

If she's your legal guardian, where is she?

Downstairs.

-She's here?

-She had a fit or something.

-CT can see her now.

Then, what are you waiting for? Sean.

She's a waste of space, Cait.

-Do you want one?

-Er, no, thanks.

You seen Chrissie?

Nope.

That seem odd to you?

Do you think she's all right? She's been really off with me all morning.

I'm sure she's fine. Not surprised she's got the January blues -

you've been feeding her too many of those mince pies.

And chocolate pennies.

All right, well, there you go.

She'll be fine once she does her detox.

-Please can you just go! I've asked you nicely.

-But...

-Go away!

-You're being silly!

Hey! What's going on over here?

Please, can you just get him out of here?

-You're being ridiculous!

-You cannot speak to a patient like that.

Can I speak with you in my office?

I don't get why I need this.

I'm still getting the op, aren't I?

It's just so we can check that everything's OK.

It won't take long.

So, how was your Christmas?

Not really a tinsel and reindeer sort of person.

Can you believe this? Ms Naylor doesn't like Christmas!

Oh. Thought you had an all right one?

It's just another day.

I'll be needing that blood work when we're done here.

Fine.

-Why's it gone quiet? Is everything OK?

-Can you stay still?

That means don't move.

What?

If I can't do this scan, then you can't have your life-saving op.

It's that simple.

I just want to get it over with.

Then, lie down and stay still.

This is why they say never work with children and animals.

That's why I thought I should be here.

You concentrate on her health, and I'll deal with the rest.

Sure. Say cheese.

I'm calling your superiors.

I can explain.

-Save it.

-No, please. Please don't.

Yeah, this is Michael Spence...

I'm not a policeman.

Er, sorry, I'll call you back.

I'm Angela's husband, Jeff.

What?

I was supposed to come up to her in the street,

pretend to arrest her. Not...not put her in hospital.

Things have been off with us for months in t'bedroom department.

We haven't, you know, for ages.

Thought it might spice things up. Bit of role play.

Sorry.

If you just hold on for a bit, I'll be there later. I promise.

You really shouldn't be using that in here.

Can you stop that?

-That hurts?

-Only cos you're pressing it.

So, what, can I go, then?

Not quite yet. I'd like to do further tests.

There may be more to your symptoms than withdrawal.

So you've just finished a programme of alcohol rehabilitation?

It's been six weeks.

-And for five of them I didn't have a drink.

-What happened?

I wanted a drink.

So I had one.

And then I had another one.

And another one.

So now I'm here.

I've got to go. I've got places to be.

SHE GASPS

-Show me where.

-That's you, that is - poking about!

Oh, well, I'd better order an abdominal CT, then,

see what damage I've caused.

I thought you might be gone.

How long have you two been living apart?

Since I was 12.

They kept us together till then.

We had loads of different foster carers.

But we didn't get on with any of them.

-They weren't Mum.

-Wish you'd said you were back with her.

I wanted you to come. I wanted to see you.

-She's done good.

-Good for her.

It's good for all of us.

How'd you get that?

-Cos of what you said.

-What did I say?

That it'd be back to normal.

You said how good it would be when it was just us three again.

And that when I was better and Mum was clean,

and you were older,

that that's what it would be like.

I...

I shouldn't have said that.

It's OK. Cos now it can be good. It's like you said.

It's today.

Oh, yes!

Right, that's 2-0.

-Now you. Open up.

-OK. Chuck it in.

-Ooh!

-You're supposed to chuck it, not fire it like a missile.

Hey, Naylor, open up! She's good at this. Watch.

-Where are my bloods?

-I'm chasing them.

But in the meantime, I can do you some CTs.

What's the matter with YOU? You needing an early night?

I expect you've heard our great leader has returned?

Oh, good. I look forward to seeing his holiday snaps.

St James need me in person for this valve replacement.

I'll be stuck there until lunchtime.

Don't worry, I'll be back in good time for Caitlin's procedure.

Yeah, well, don't forget about us, stuck back here in mediocrity.

I expect she's feeling a little low.

Given the prospect of certain matrimonial festivities.

What matrimonial festivities?

Joseph's wedding.

At least the Maconie charm will raise her spirits.

I'm sorry if I'm being a bit thick about this, but who's Joseph?

Ah. I fear I have a case of distal in oro.

Joseph Byrne. A former colleague. He and Jac were romantically entwined.

The Abelard and Heloise of their era.

Yeah, if Heloise slept with Abelard's dad

and Abelard had punched her in the face. What? I know the legend.

It was a tad tumultuous.

-Right.

-I'd better, er...

Hi.

I'm afraid we found an abnormality.

This area here - it's a pseudocyst on your pancreas,

which is a fluid-filled sac, probably caused by alcohol abuse.

We'll have to operate to drain the fluid.

I hope to book you into theatre later.

I told you, I've got somewhere to be.

My daughter's upstairs having heart surgery today.

Your daughter's Caitlin Laidlaw?

Yes! Isn't there something quicker you could do?

There is something.

We could drain it endoscopically then you'd be free

to join your daughter later on today.

The alternative, still my preference,

would mean a stay on the ward.

No, no. Do the first.

This wouldn't be a quick fix, you understand.

If you drink again, the outcome might not be as favourable.

Meaning what? I'll get another one?

Probably. And if it gets infected, you could develop an abscess.

-And that's the worst that can happen?

-No. The worst is that you could die.

You don't know what it's like. I can't stop.

You're going to have to learn how.

OK. I'll book the endoscopy for this afternoon.

Can I go and see my daughter now?

I don't see why not. As long as you're back in time.

I'll arrange a porter.

Thanks. You're kind. Not a lot of people are.

Did you hear that? I'm kind.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Come in.

Mr Cunningham. I was wondering when I'd hear from you.

Good trip?

Perfectly pleasant, thank you.

And you're all right, are you?

You're back, you're fresh and you're raring to go?

My commitment to this hospital remains unwavering,

if that's what you mean.

And you don't want to offer any explanation for your absence?

Doctor's note or photos of you by a fjord?

I had some personal matters to attend to.

If you require a more in-depth account, then I would prefer to do this in a more official setting.

Right, well, the thing is, Mr Hanssen, that this little episode

has caused a bit of an upset.

It's shown myself and the board that without you here,

-there's something of a power vacuum.

-I see.

So we've come up with a solution that will give us

the security in case you decide to take any more...

um, unplanned holidays.

And the solution is?

We would like to elect a Executive Director to assist

in clinical matters and act as a liaison between you and the board.

I presume I have a say in this, do I?

-You get a vote in this instance.

-Who do you have in mind?

It's between Ric Griffin and Serena Campbell.

I'll leave you to mull on that, then, shall I?

Caitlin's blood results.

What?

Um, Professor Hope told me about Joseph's wedding.

-Well, he shouldn't have.

-He thought I'd be your plus-one.

So you're upset because I didn't invite you?

-I'm not upset.

-Well, if I'd known how much eating vol-au-vents

and doing the Macarena meant to you...

Joke all you want.

But I'd say finding out that your ex is about to tie the knot

-is a pretty big deal.

-It's really not.

That'll be the Maconie effect.

He'll be just as freaked out when you turn up with a new boyfriend.

Boyfriend?!

Yeah! I'm enough to threaten anyone's masculinity.

Oh, hardly.

So, the authoritarian approach.

I don't follow you.

Parenting style. You and Caitlin.

Look, I know she's your patient but it's my ward,

and this is how I deal with spiteful brats with abandonment issues.

So if you don't like it, why don't you go back downstairs

and play in your Wendy house until Professor Hope comes back?

It wasn't a criticism. I wanted you on this case

BECAUSE of the way you do things, not in spite of it.

I thought you'd get her. Maybe I was wrong.

Think I'll take the stairs.

OK, thanks, I'll let her know.

I take it you've been informed?

-Is it something you'd consider?

-Of course.

Ms Campbell and I have very different views

on what constitutes the good running of this hospital.

But it appears that the board have already made their choice.

-Hello.

-Hello.

Well, I'll be in my office, should either of you require me.

-Theatre rang. They're ready for your endoscopy.

-Excellent.

Hello there. Can you send Sammi Laidlaw back down to Keller, please?

Well, you do - she's visiting her daughter Caitlin.

Ah. Right.

I'm at work. Can't it wait?

Because it's all we ever talk about.

Sorry for wanting a day off.

Look, I've got to get back.

-How can I help?

-I may have been a bit harsh with you earlier.

You don't need to apologise...

I'm not apologising. I'm stating a fact.

Can I buy you a coffee?

-Sounds like an apology.

-It isn't.

It isn't!

Well? How'd it go?

They said they'd have the initial results by end of the day.

-They'll call me.

-Good. So why didn't you tell Sacha?

Cos I didn't want to.

You know what a big fuss he'll make about it.

And you don't think he's going to get upset if he finds out?

She still hasn't changed her mind about talking to the police, then?

Ah, Jeff isn't the police.

Jeff?

He's her husband. They were pretending.

Ooooh!

It's always the quiet ones.

It's all right, let me do that for you.

I hear you like a man in uniform.

I bet it's all round the ward by now.

Oh, no, not at all. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

It's all a bit of a mess, isn't it?

-It's all right.

-Stupid idiot.

Angela? This happened this morning. Has it been going on a while?

Maybe... Now and again.

For the last few months.

I don't want Jeff to worry.

Bang bang!

Come here!

People should have to pass an exam before they have children.

They make you do it for driving, I suppose.

-You got any?

-She wants to.

But I'm starting to think a dog would be less hassle.

-Caitlin's anaemic.

-Ah.

-We're going to have to run some more tests.

I wouldn't bother.

I think we're looking at nurture rather than nature.

Caitlin's back with her mum.

Maybe it's something to do with her parenting skills.

Or lack of them.

I sent her up there over an hour ago, you must...

I'm really not sure what you want me to say. I haven't seen her.

Can you smell that?

Ah, well, thank you for your help, Nurse Maconie.

I'm sorry, I know, no smoking. But I was gasping, you know?

I needed something. I opened the window.

You're meant to be with your daughter.

I was going, but it all got a bit too much,

what you said earlier. I'll go now.

No, you won't. You're due in theatre now.

-My kid's ill.

-So are you.

Have you been eating properly?

Yes.

Your haemoglobin levels are too low.

If we don't get them back up to where they should be,

we can't operate.

What? But you have to.

Then, you'd better tell me

if there have been any major changes in your diet recently.

It's Mum, isn't it? She's not been feeding you.

She has.

Nah, it's like when I was at primary school.

I use to have to nick stuff off other kids just so I had something to eat.

She hasn't got any money.

Because she's spent it all on drink.

-You're going to need a transfusion.

-I'll arrange that.

Then I can have the op? You've got to do it. I need to have it today.

Well, if your haemoglobin level stabilises

and you don't throw us any more curve balls...

Can you get the mother's consent, please?

Then we can go home.

-For God's sake, Cait.

-What?

It's not going to happen. I'm not moving back in with you and Mum.

-I can't do it.

-But you said.

You were a kid. I was just trying to stop you crying.

-I'm sorry.

-Get off.

I'll be back in a minute.

'Lift going down.'

PHONE RINGS

AAU? ..Yep.

Yep. Uh-huh.

OK, I'll tell her.

That was the breast clinic. They've got some results for you.

OK, great, thanks.

Um, I'm going to take Angela for her MRI scan.

Right, are we ready here?

Good luck. Love you.

Ms Laidlaw?

What do you want?

I'm Jonny Maconie, I'm one of the nurses that have been

treating your daughter. We just need your permission to operate.

I was meant to go and see her earlier.

-Thanks.

-Don't thanks me - it's for Cait.

What are you doing here?

What's she doing back with you, Mum?

She knows. She knows who she is.

Liam, that's confidential.

Alcohol abuse. What a surprise.

Before. Not since Sunday.

Stopped, have you? What's it in aid of this time?

Nothing. Cait's ill, isn't she? I'm doing it for her.

Oh, hang on a minute. It's Tuesday.

The third in the month.

Well done. Do you learn that in school?

-It's your benefits appointment.

-Shut up!

If you're sober, you get to keep Cait.

And you get to claim a bit more money off the Social.

She thinks you love her.

You're the one who left her!

Not her. You!

You're poison.

Stay away from her.

Well, you had me fooled.

You all right?

-That was pretty...

-Every time I say I'm not going back, and here I am.

-Why do I let her do it?

-I don't know.

Nah, I'm done.

Nah, I've been here, what, two hours?

Already she's dragged me down to her level.

Caitlin's got to live with that.

Yeah, but at least she's got you.

No. She thinks I can fix everything.

I can't help her.

She's got to help herself.

I'm sorry.

Liam, Liam. Where you going, mate?

Did you see my mum?

-Yeah.

-How is she?

She's fine. Arm out.

Let's see if these haemoglobin levels are where they should be.

-Where's Liam?

-I don't know.

But he followed you. Before, when you went downstairs. I saw him.

Can you hold that in place for me?

Maybe he went for a coffee or something? See you in a wee minute.

What do you mean, you're going to do the open procedure? Why?

Your cyst is large and I'd feel happier dealing with it surgically.

But I want to get out of here today.

That's no longer an option.

You need to make arrangements to stay here for at least a couple of days.

Well, I'm going to need a doctor's note, then.

Excuse me?

Cos you're keeping me in, I'm going to miss my meeting with the Social.

You've lost her?

"Lost" implies that it was my fault.

I'll let you explain.

-Explain what?

-Caitlin's missing.

-What happened?

-Liam just left. I tried to cover but...

-Obviously not very well.

-You should have been straight with her.

She asked me. I just...

did what I thought was right.

Then, you should have told her the truth.

She hates being lied to.

I will, of course, take full responsibility

for my staff's lack of care.

You're apologising for me?

Have I done something to you?

Yes, yes, but does it matter if one of us ISN'T very bendy?

Hey, will you go and get your results?

I've got to do Mrs Langham's sutures first.

Mrs Langham isn't waiting to hear whether she's got cancer or not.

What if I do?

Then, you'll deal with it. So you get the results.

Take your husband with you.

Really? OK.

I called security. They should find her.

-She can't have gone far.

-You hope.

I think I already know the answer to this, but are you coming tonight?

Right. Thanks. Think I get the hint.

Finally.

You know what? Get over yourself.

So what if your ex-boyfriend's getting married?

He's obviously moved on. Maybe you should too.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-They've found Caitlin.

-Thank you.

She doesn't SEEM drunk.

Hasn't hit her system yet.

Necked most of it when she saw me coming.

I couldn't get down the stairs fast enough.

Where did she get it?

The mother. Right.

Oi, Charlie Sheen.

Time to go.

She's arresting.

Some help, please!

A hung parliament?

Yes. No-one is more surprised than I am.

Well, it appears that you have the deciding vote.

It's your choice - Mr Griffin or Ms Campbell.

Well, take your time. There's no rush.

I mean, it's no secret that our allegiance is with Ms Campbell.

You let me know when you've made a decision.

26, 27, 28, 29, 30. Go!

-Professor Hope, please.

-Time?

-15 minutes.

Nothing. Keep going. Wait, wait - that's a rhythm.

-Prep her for theatre. We need to operate now.

-But she's been drinking.

It complicates things, but surgery can't wait.

Hi. Yeah.

What, still? Well, tell him to get here as quickly as possible, please.

Professor Hope's still at St James's.

He's supposed to be back by now.

Well, they ran into complications.

Fine. I'll lead. Page Effanga. She'll have to assist.

Tell her we're doing the beating-heart op.

Er, you're supposed to be doing a bypass graft and the excision.

-That's what you agreed.

-We agreed that it was Elliot's patient, so it was Elliot's decision.

-Now she's my patient, so it's my decision.

-At least phone him for his approval.

Has it escaped your notice that I'm a senior cardiothoracic surgeon?

I don't need the approval of another senior cardiothoracic surgeon.

I just get to do it.

I need your consent before we can operate,

so if you would sign there and there.

I told you I wanted the quick one.

The one that got me out of here today.

And I told you that the quick one is no longer an option.

Well, then, you can stick your clipboard!

She'll come round. Remember, she's going through withdrawal.

Of course, so she wouldn't be used to clarity of thought.

Which is why you should give her some time. Be kind.

You know what? She can have the endoscopy.

At least if we get her out, we can get another patient in.

Right. We'll be there in ten minutes.

Run along and get her prepped.

So is this because of the wedding, too?

Yeah, of course it is. Every time someone I know gets married,

-I do something crazy on the ward.

-At least you admit it.

You should have seen what I was like with Kate and Wills. I did my rounds on a horse. Grow up!

I just want to know why you're doing this. We agreed at the MDT...

At the MDT, I carefully outlined the benefits of this procedure.

Which you'd have heard if you'd spent more time listening

-and less time trying to smell my hair.

-Oh, that's VERY grown-up.

-You're always saying we need to keep this professional.

-If you hadn't lost the patient,

-then we wouldn't have to be doing this now.

-I didn't lose...

-She's stable. What happened?

-Nurse Maconie here was just having one of his tantrums.

Because Ms Naylor wants to perform a beating-heart op.

OK.

What, you're OK with this?

If Ms Naylor thinks it's the right move, then so do I.

It's too much of a risk. Her heart is too small.

It's lucky I've got such nimble fingers, then, isn't it?

She knows what she's doing.

I hope so.

Angela, Jeff.

I've just received your MRI,

and unfortunately it's not very good news.

We think you might have a genetic condition called Huntington's.

I'm very sorry.

-Jeff...

-It's OK, love. What does that mean?

It's a disease that affects the nerve cells in the brain,

causes impairment in memory, co-ordination, mood...

Is there anything you can do? An operation? Drugs? Something?

Well, it can be managed with medication,

but right now there's no cure.

I'm going to refer you to a neurologist who will come

and speak to you further.

I'm very sorry.

-I'm sorry.

-Oh, come on.

-So?

-They're going to do a biopsy to be sure, but it's... It looks good.

That's great. Congratulations.

Wait till you see what I've got planned for you.

Uh-oh.

-Ms Campbell there?

-Theatre.

Endoscopic drainage on her pseudocyst patient.

She decided against the gastrostomy, did she?

Ms Laidlaw refused it.

And Ms Campbell thinks a patient with a history of substance abuse

is a good judge of her own health requirements?

It certainly appears so. She reached her conclusion fairly swiftly.

I wonder, had we given the patient more time,

would she have reached a more suitable one?

I wondered the same thing.

All this fuss over a tiny bit of muscle.

4-0 prolene pledgeted suture.

OK, let's cut the needle.

Swab ready.

Right, I've done the hard bit. I'll leave you to close up.

-Pleased with yourself?

-I've just performed a highly complex beating-heart procedure

with an active lack of support from my team. So, yeah. I'm pleased.

-Good for you.

-I didn't do it for me.

Well, you certainly didn't do it for your patient.

-Have you got a change of clothes with you?

-Yeah. Why?

Well, all I can tell you is that part of it involves the word dog,

but has nothing to do with animals.

He's arranged for a night of dogging.

He doesn't even know what that means.

I just want to go for a drink.

What are YOU doing tonight?

-A few of us are going to Albie's.

-Great, sounds exactly what I need.

What the...?! She's already been diagnosed with Huntington's.

-It's in her notes.

-No, it's not.

Yeah, it is. Angela Timmons. It's in black and white.

Her name's Stirling, not Timmons.

Wrong Angela.

Oh. She's known all along.

He voted for you.

-Really?

-Mm-hm.

Why?

What's he up to?

I don't think he's up to anything.

He must have just seen sense, that's all.

Anyway, at least we've got someone who can keep an eye on him now.

Got my doctor's note, then?

-You're not leaving already?

-Got my jacket on.

But you've only just had an invasive procedure.

I need to go.

It will kill you. Eventually.

Tell Caitlin...

..get well soon.

Your obs look normal.

I wouldn't be surprised if you can go home in a couple of days.

Where's Mum? I need to see her.

You've just had major heart surgery. You need to stay in bed and rest.

That means visiting hours are over.

I'll see you later.

I know we've seen first hand the problems associated

with alcohol consumption, but I guess I owe you a drink.

Fancy it?

Beats Newsnight. I'm in.

Cool.

LIFT PINGS 'Doors opening.'

Mr Griffin, I am glad I bumped into you.

I wanted to speak with you about the Clinical Director position.

I've already heard about the board's decision.

It wasn't their decision, actually, it was mine.

It wasn't personal.

I happen to think you'd be better suited to the position

-than Ms Campbell.

-Then, why?

I've come to realise that Ms Campbell needs keeping an eye on.

I didn't buy any crisps

because, according to some schools of thought, eating is cheating.

Well, I've heard that theory mooted by certain university scholars.

And by that, I mean students.

"Student drunk" it is, then.

By the end of tonight, I want to be wearing a traffic cone as a hat

and sleeping on someone else's sofa.

Oh, dear, the sofa?

HE CLEARS THROAT

To infinity and beyond.

See you in hell.

Why didn't she tell us before?

Don't know. There's only one way to find out.

Jeff, er, I need another word with you, please.

Er, I'd rather stay with Ange.

Well, you do know that it is illegal to impersonate an officer.

Jeff, go on. I'll be fine.

Er, Angela, there seems to be some sort of mix-up with your notes.

Some clerical error.

Why didn't you tell us?

Cos I hadn't told him.

And if I said it out loud, then I'd...I'd have it.

And then, when you lot didn't notice, I thought...

we could find out together.

And he'd be here to hold my hand.

I'm so sorry.

I just didn't know what else to do.

Are you going to tell Jeff?

No, no. That's confidential.

Thank you.

Ready?

For what?

OK.

I have signed us up for Bikram Yoga classes,

and then I'm taking you to a vegan restaurant

called The Merciless Mung.

You're disappointed, aren't you?

No, no, I'm just relieved that it's not something else.

Why are you doing all this?

Because you were feeling fat and frumpy.

-Am I?

-Yeah. I know when you're not yourself.

I've also signed us up

to the Holby City Fit Club every Tuesday for top-up sessions.

Do you know what, I just feel like having a night out,

and some of the guys from here are going out for a drink.

I'd really like to join them...

Oh.

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Yeah, you have a night out and I'll put Daniel to bed.

Don't... Don't think of it as... as an extension of you.

Think of it as a completely separate entity.

I want you to know

that this is making me feel exceptionally uncomfortable.

The trick is, not to make FULL eye contact with anyone watching.

Aligning my imminent behaviour with that of a serial killer.

Except you'll be spreading joy as opposed to, er, terror.

Now, when you're ready...

off...you...go.

IN SQUEAKY VOICE: Hello, I'm Jacqueline.

I like kickboxing and motorbikes. What do YOU like?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It was like watching a llama play guitar.

Oh, shut up. Have your sock back.

Hey, hey, she's not JUST a sock.

This what your usual audience goes for, is it?

I think it's your round.

I think you're right.

BLEEPER

It's Caitlin.

-It hurts.

-OK, you going to try and calm down for me, love, yeah?

Use the oxygen. Deep breaths.

What happened?

Dizzy, chest pains, nausea.

-Heart attack?

-No, angina.

You can get her started on GTN heparin spray, if you like.

I can't. We've been drinking.

Right. We've got it.

Right, run another echo, do a trop T test.

I want to know what the cause is.

I think we've got a good idea what the cause is, Jac.

You can't think this is my fault?

Let's just see what the echo says, shall we?

Thought you would have gone home.

Reduced flow in the left anterior descending artery.

You must have stitched too tight.

All surgeries have risk, Elliot, you know that.

This was unnecessary.

You should have stuck to the excision and graft, as agreed.

I was trying to save her from further surgeries down the line

and reduce her recovery time.

I think it's a fair assessment to say that you've done the opposite.

You weren't here. What was I supposed to do?

Go home, Jac.

At least let me tell her.

Is Liam back?

I'm afraid the procedure didn't work as we'd hoped.

You're going to need another operation, maybe two.

You said I could go home.

-A couple of days.

-I didn't know this was going to happen.

I want to find Liam.

I can arrange for someone to come and sit with you, if you want.

-Caitlin, Caitlin, put that back...

-Get off! Get off me!

What's going on?

This was supposed to fix everything. Me mum and Liam.

Now he's gone and she hasn't even bothered to show up.

I can stay in the on-call room tonight.

And get paid to look like you care. And you don't.

I want to find Mum.

Caitlin, um, your mum's gone.

No, she's not. She's downstairs.

She discharged herself.

She hopes you feel better.

I want to be alone.

Nobody wants to be alone.

Well, I do.

You both stink of booze. You smell of her.

Can you just go, please?

-You all right?

-Yeah. Yeah. Just...just feel a bit helpless.

Isn't one of us supposed to be flying downhill

in a shopping trolley right about now?

I don't even think we got to infinity.

Never mind beyond.

I've got a nice bottle of single malt back at mine.

Shame you have to stay here.

Mr Hanssen.

Ah, Ms Campbell. I believe you're to be my new sidekick.

Yes, well, thank you for the opportunity.

I look forward to working alongside you.

Indeed.

Good night, Ms Campbell.

Clifton Road, please.

You'd better be doing something pretty damn awesome

to be out of bed on MY watch.

Come on. I got you.

I was... I was just trying to open a window.

Take it easy.

People don't always hurt you on purpose, you know.

Yeah, they do.

SIRENS WAIL

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