Malick struggles to deal with long lost son Jake's unexpected arrival, while Elliot's attempts at helping a rebellious medical student backfire.
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Holby must be the best in the new market place.
With you as Professor and head of the transplant centre,
we would attract the highest calibre of staff and students.
You want to use me as bait.
In a manner of speaking.
I am not judging you, OK?
The fact that you were Dr Honey in your own private time
is cool with me.
D'you know what, you can stick your stupid mentorship.
# ..Be forgot, for the sake of Auld Lang Syne... #
I just want to see where you live. Know more about you.
-You're my dad.
'Managing enterocutaneous fistulas. What are the key concepts?'
Protect the skin, maintain adequate nutrition
and in the absence of cancer, distal obstruction.
'That's right, Mr Malick.
Protect the skin, maintain adequate nutrition
'and in the absence of cancer, distal obstruction.
'In the case of inflammatory bowel disease, the fistula will heal.'
Damn it. Every time.
Here we go.
What? Oi. Oi, what's your problem?
What's my problem?
That's what I said.
For the very last time, stay away from me. You understand?
No. I don't. Mountgrove Care Home.
-What did you say?
I don't know who you are, who you've been talking to or what you want.
But it ends. Now.
Mr Malick. Mr Malick. That's enough.
It ends. Now.
What was that about?
And there was me thinking that you were managing your anger.
Go and cool off. You've got an exam to do.
OK. Seven and four discharged.
Oh, and Mr Sweeting in two is ready to be transferred to Darwin.
Never let it be said you're an oversized, bumbling, waste of space.
-I'm pulling your leg.
So you walk out on me and you think you get to come back that easy?
I said I was sorry, can't we just leave it at that and get on with it?
Look, there are protocols to follow and I would not be the boss I am,
heck, I wouldn't even be the man I am,
if I didn't adhere to those protocols.
Look, I know I've got a gob on me. I know that.
But I'm going to change. I promise.
Give me a chance.
Hey, Mr Hanssen, I just need to talk to you about Gemma Wilde.
My new F1. Yeah, the loquacious one.
I appreciate it's my call but she's just come down to my ward
after her outburst and I wanted to make sure that's OK with you.
Yeah, maybe, a little humbled, a little contrite maybe.
Although, not humbled enough for my liking.
Absolutely. All right you have a good day.
Does that mean...I'm staying?
For now, yeah.
But let's see if you can button your lip first, all right.
F1s are to be seen and not heard.
You're all no doubt aware of the allegations.
Whoever the culprit is, and whether he or she is in this room,
if any of you has information, than I will please urge you to
come forward with it so we can put an end to this nonsense.
This is very awkward, isn't it?
Was there something you wanted to share with the group, Dr Digby?
No. No. I was simply stating, this is awkward, isn't it?
All of us here. With the boss. Chatting about porn.
-Oh, I wasn't saying you were looking at the porn, no.
I was...I was, erm...no, I know that's what everyone else thinks,
cos it was your computer.
But I don't believe it was you. Not in work anyway.
I mean, in the privacy of your own...
As I said, if anyone has any information,
please feel free to come forward with it.
Any leads will be treated in the strictest confidence.
Thank you, that's all.
Look, Mr Griffin.
I want to apologise, for what happened this morning.
It won't happen again.
If I had a pound for every one of your apologies,
I could have bought you a punch bag and saved a porter.
You should apologise to him, not to me.
What time is the exam?
You feeling confident?
MAKES WHOOSHING NOISE
What are you doing?
I'm smacking it out of the park. Next stop...Consultant.
Ah, look, Mr Griffin. I'm really serious about this.
-I want it and I'm going to get it.
-I'm sure you will.
As long as you don't let your anger get the better of your ambition.
I must say, Ethan, I'm hugely impressed.
With continued hard work and dedication,
you'll make a fine surgeon.
Keep cracking those books.
OK, Jason, just keep as still as you can for us.
You're doing really well.
And their prayer offered in faith will heal the sick,
and the Lord will make them better.
And anyone who has committed sins will be forgiven.
It should be me in there.
Please don't keep doing this.
I remember what you said to me in the ambulance, you know.
What you asked me.
And the answer...is yes.
Yes. I want to marry you.
Why hasn't Ms Mansfield been transferred to Keller?
I said it was OK.
-I entrusted her transfer to you.
-Michael, it was my fault.
Well, they shouldn't be here, you know that.
Look, I've already saved your neck once today, you understand?
A kid got booted out of med school for not going to lectures. End of.
What's he doing now?
I believe he's doing an awful lot of drugs.
Exactly. Once you let these youngsters slip through the cracks,
there's no telling where they'll end up.
What's his name?
I heard you the first time... Thank you.
I don't believe it.
Mr Richards, what are you doing?
Hey, what's up, big man?
Is this some kind of a joke? A wind-up?
I was on my way to see you, but I've got the most terrible shakes.
Oh, that's him.
Guys, do you mind?
Do I mind? Yes, I do.
I want you out of here,
cleaned up and ready to commence ward rounds with me in ten minutes.
Hamish, welcome to the Professor Hope boot camp. Buckle up.
Chantelle, the sunshine of my life, ask me how the exam went.
Digby Dog, the McCartney to my Lennon, ask me how the exam went.
Uh, how did the exam go?
I don't know what that means.
Mr Malick, transfer from AAU, Sara Mansfield,
for a GA wrist manipulation.
Distal fracture to the right wrist. Standard. What's the problem?
-Sara, tell him.
-It's nothing. I've just got
these pins and needles in my legs, that's all.
-Any other symptoms?
It's probably nothing. But let me look through your notes again.
We're just waiting for a bed for you.
-If you wanted a coffee, there's a machine out there.
-Fell from a cliff whilst coasteering last night,
fractured wrist and minor abdominal lacerations.
-What's coasteering again?
So you put on helmets and then go climbing over rocks and stuff.
Jumping in to the sea, pot-holing. It's dead fun.
We went for Deb's hen do last year.
I wouldn't do it at night though. Have you met Debs?
-She's such a laugh.
-Chantelle. She fell? How far?
It's in the notes.
-Wait. Get a CT scan booked, ASAP.
-Why? What's wrong?
Where is he?
Well, he was here a minute ago.
Have you checked under the bed?
We're on the ward now.
Real patients, real lives, let's try to be professional, shall we?
I don't have to be here at all.
Yet here you are. So let's try and learn something, agreed?
All right, lads. What have you lost?
You. We lost you.
You're surely not serious?
I take it you haven't seen the menu here? Chips?
No. Thank you.
-I'll take one.
James, you were admitted with severe chest pains.
It is more than likely that there is a direct correlation
between the pain that you are experiencing
and the excess weight that you're carrying.
Which is why I got Diet.
Now, how long before I can go?
We need to run more detailed tests, so you'll need to stay put.
Is there anybody we can call for you?
Friends, family, help pass the time.
No. Just little old me.
OK, right. We'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere.
Hamish and I will continue to work with James
if you'd like to get started on the other rounds?
-Are you banishing me?
-Putting you to good use. Hamish.
It's me. Jimmy. Jimmy, Mum.
Yeah, I won't be long, just got to run a few more errands.
The good news is that the spinal X-ray has revealed
no obvious damage.
What's the other news?
The CT scan has revealed a thrombus in the aorta.
In simple terms, a clot has formed in the heart
and if left untreated it could cause irreversible long-term damage.
I don't understand.
The trauma from the fall could have damaged the aorta
and caused the clot to form.
No, there was nothing wrong with her spine.
It's her wrist, that's what she hurt.
This is serious, but I'm hoping to treat it with a strong course
of blood thinning drugs, initially.
Initially? What happens after initially?
Well, there's a chance, and please let me stress a chance,
that if we don't get a handle on this, it may lead to paralysis.
But that is the worst-case scenario.
We need to keep positive and we'll assess on an hour by hour basis.
This is ridiculous. You can fix this, right?
I wouldn't like to promise anything at this stage.
But Sara really is in the best hands.
If you'll excuse me.
I've got the heparin dose for Sara Mansfield.
Come with me.
-This is my job. I need to work.
-Not anywhere near me, you don't.
I don't get to choose what ward I work on.
I'm warning you. Stay away from me
Then what do you want?
What...do you want?
I don't know how many other ways I can tell you.
Count yourself lucky, if I were you.
A Bible basher is bad enough, but a cripple too?
HE CLEARS THROAT
She said yes.
And, I swear to God,
if you weren't already lying in a hospital bed, I'd put you in one.
I'm shaking into my catheter.
I didn't exactly get off scot-free, did I?
You've got concussion.
If I'd have known you were going to propose,
I wouldn't have jumped after her.
Oh, come on! She still thinks you're a virgin.
She still thinks you love Jesus as much as she does.
What if I do? What if I do love Jesus?
Please, I've seen more devout priests in a playground.
Yeah, when you are, do you fancy a drink?
What are you, 29? Never had a real job, girlfriend.
Never had a real anything. Do you know why? Cos you're a leech.
And I swear to God, if anything happens to her, it's your fault.
-OK, guys, let's just calm down.
He really doesn't like you, does he? What happened?
I saved his stupid girlfriend's life. That's what happened.
Sorry, it's none of my business.
Let's just concentrate on getting you up and out of here.
She seems, I don't know, different. Quieter.
Not for long. Girls like her can't help themselves. All right.
I bet you 20 bucks she looses it before the end of her shift.
I'm not betting on whether an F1 will snap at you, Michael.
-I won't tell Chrissie.
If the brother comes back down,
it's probably best to keep them apart for a while.
Dr Wilde, I have got a very important task for you.
These need to be shredded.
You don't mind, do you?
No. Of course not.
Just a matter of time. Just a matter of time.
I hate hospitals.
In the right job then.
How many girls do you know who'd want to get married
sky-diving out of a plane?
Mate, your chick's got balls.
Yeah, shame I don't.
That heparin is like a miracle drug, you know.
Seriously, I heard them talking about this case earlier.
Exactly the same thing.
This girl, she was, what, 17 and she was walking around
and stuff about two days later.
But they don't tell you that though cos if it's all bad news
and good comes of it, guess who the hero is?
How's she doing?
Great, the IV line is in and you can go up and see her.
Do you mind if I have a word with my...my colleague?
Yeah, no worries. Thanks. See you later.
It's a copy. You can keep it.
I don't want to keep it. I don't want to discuss it.
I don't want anything to do with it. Or you.
I'll get on with my job. You get on with yours.
LIFT DOORS OPEN
Oh, sorry. Thought I was going up.
Been lying low?
Haven't seen you for a while.
Yeah. It's been a busy week.
Well, I, um...
I'm free tonight, if you fancy...
Snowed under on Keller. It's crazy.
Which is why I said tonight.
If you had to score the pain on a scale of one to ten,
ten being worst, what would it be?
It hurts, what more do you want?
I thought fat people were meant to have good personalities?
-Perhaps you should just leave this to me?
-Point to it.
And is it a dull pain, a shooting pain?
Like a throbbing.
And you reckon this is the first time you've felt it?
I was getting on the bus and then it started.
Already told that one.
Right, I'd like to run a cardiac enzyme test and a stress ECG.
Cos you're going to have to get on a treadmill.
It's important that we determine how fast your heart is beating
and if it's regular.
I haven't run since 1996.
You'll be fine, I'm sure. Right, I'll arrange those tests.
Perhaps Hamish could accompany you on the treadmill?
Hopey, come on. Do I have to?
It's Professor Hope to you. And yes, you do.
Oliver, could you organise a cardiac enzyme test and a stress ECG?
Hamish is going to help.
Er, Professor, is that a good idea?
He's engaged and he's able to communicate with
the patient on a level we never could.
Personally, I think it's a rather brilliant idea.
-Hi, I'm really busy.
I know. Look, I was thinking, I've got all that cheese
-left over from Christmas. Few bottles of red.
And we should have a party. Post-festive romp.
OK, first of all, never use the word romp again.
And secondly, why?
-I don't like parties.
-Yes, you do.
-No, I don't.
It's not a party. It's a wine and cheese...evening.
OK, cheese and wine. Fine. But no party.
Good, good, good.
L3, 4, 5 and S1 all in palpable contraction.
Can you raise your arms for me, please?
-Get him away!
-Let's give her some space.
It's nothing to worry about, come and have a seat.
I want to know what's happened.
Your wedding plans sound brilliant. I'd love to do sky-diving, me.
Why won't she see me?
Sara is beginning to lose more sensation below the waist,
which can lead to further complications.
The loss of bowel control can be embarrassing and uncomfortable.
So she's not getting better?
I am going to administer a strong dose of TPA alongside
the heparin which hopefully will speed up the breakdown of the clot.
Failing that, we'll be forced to consider surgery.
But the other guy, he said she'd be OK.
He said she'd be up and walking in two days.
Sorry, who told you that?
Come on, chubs, knees up.
How much longer?
Keep going. It's important we get an accurate reading.
Sod this for a laugh. I'm dying.
You aren't dying. Keep going.
Look, I'll do it with my eyes closed.
Hamish, stop showing off.
Admittedly, I only weigh as much as your left thumb,
but come on, put some effort in.
Is that it? My nan can do better than that.
And she's been dead for ten years.
-Look, no hands.
Your shoe laces are undone.
Do you have any idea of the emotional distress
that you've caused?
To give hope, where there may not be any.
To offer encouragement, where it's not your place to do so.
To make a clinical diagnosis of a patient of whom you have no idea,
because you're a porter. Not a doctor.
I was trying to help.
Get out of my sight, please.
Where are you going?
To pee. You want to watch?
Get back into bed. I'll get you a bottle.
You're sexy when you're serious.
Nothing, it's a...it's an old war wound.
You were in the army?
Turn of phrase. No. I smacked it pot-holing last summer.
-And it still hurts?
-I take painkillers now and then.
Over-the-counter stuff. Ibuprofen, that sort of thing.
Don't worry, not an addict yet. I'll live.
And you'll be living in bed. Back.
You want to join me?
Yep. Doing well.
Great. Oh, and great job with the paper shredding by the way.
I wouldn't have known you were that talented by looking at you.
Well, I had help.
Indeed. Turns out four hands are quicker than two.
Who would have thought?
Here they come, Dick and Dom.
James, I have some bad news, I'm afraid.
You have coronary artery disease.
So we're booking you in for a procedure called
a coronary artery bypass graft.
Now, it is very important that we address your diet
as a matter of urgency.
Tell me something I don't know.
Without a discernible and immediate change, it's possible
that you could go into cardiac arrest at any moment.
We're talking months, rather than years.
-Fine. I'll lose weight. Easy.
-Well, no, it won't be easy.
I need to take a closer look at your heart, to ensure
that there are no complications that could affect surgery.
So I need to organise a scan. That can't be done today, I'm afraid.
I can't stay here overnight.
Because I can't.
James, if you leave now, you're risking your life.
Just try and get some rest and we'll organise the tests for tomorrow.
You OK, man?
How's the bruise?
Hand it over.
You fancy me, don't you?
Have you looked in the mirror recently?
-Answer for everything, you.
Can you do me a massive favour?
-You can't tell the proper doctors though.
-What is it?
Niall? Jake would like to say something to you.
Is that it?
Look, I was trying to make you feel better.
I wasn't lying but...I don't know what I was talking about.
Seriously, it's fine. I don't think he should get into trouble.
He's been really good.
You can go.
Nurse Lane will be administering the heparin overnight
and we'll assess in the morning to see if there's...any progress.
Can I ask you a question?
If...if she is...
If she can't walk, that's not it, is it?
I mean, there will be something.
Like, stem cells and...research they can do.
Niall, that's a question that I can't answer at the moment.
I don't mean now. But they find new cures and stuff every day.
Look, I've said to my staff that you can use the on-call room
if you need to lay your head down.
I'm fine here.
Can I have five minutes?
-Please? Look, you can time it if you want.
If all this is true, which it isn't, cos it's crap, why now?
I don't even know who you are.
You aren't going to tell mum I've spoken to you, are you?
Trust me, I have absolutely no intention of getting involved
in your domestic family affairs.
As far as I'm concerned, I'm a registrar and you're a porter.
Two strangers. Nothing more.
Sorry about earlier. I open my mouth and stuff just comes out.
So is Slick Ric, like, is he your boss?
Sorry, Mr Griffin.
Why do you call him Slick Ric?
I don't know. That's what all the porters call him.
Slick Ric. Now that's funny.
You want my advice, get back to school, get your A-Levels,
get yourself a proper career.
I don't want your advice.
In that case, take this. I can't be any other help to you.
I don't want it.
How are you getting home?
Staying at a mate's at the moment. Had an argument with my mum.
Don't smoke. It's bad for you.
SEXUAL MOANING FROM LAPTOP
You're kidding me?
What are you doing here?
Mate's place, you said.
This isn't your office, what's the problem?
-What's wrong with the porter's mess?
-They haven't got heating down there.
Just chill out. Slick Ric isn't going to be in for ages.
Slick Ric is already here.
What time is it?
I'm guessing this explains the inappropriate web access.
Look, I'm really sorry. Mr Griffin.
Spare me your apologies. What's the name of your supervisor?
Wait. Come on, Ric. There's no need for that. He's just a kid.
Mr Malick, Mr Griffin. It's Sara Mansfield.
-CT. Any sign of head injury?
Why are you all standing there? Somebody do something.
-Ten of diazepam.
Sara, it's me. Sara, it's me. Can you hear me? Sara?
What's that smell?
It's OK, we'll get someone to clean it up.
Don't apologise, you're doing absolutely brilliantly.
Sara, you experienced an oculogyric crisis which presents itself
like an epileptic fit but actually it was caused by
the anti-sickness meds administered at the same time as the morphine.
You're doing absolutely fine, and it's all under control.
We need to get her into theatre.
So what are you going to do?
Send her downstairs.
Maybe we should get someone else involved?
I don't need anyone's help.
Last night you did. What if I wasn't here?
Then I would have gone myself. I can handle it.
What are you doing?
What goes on in your head?
Sunny days. That's what I want.
It's these grey, drab days I can't do anything with.
Has anyone ever told you that you're really weird?
Once or twice.
Anyway, swinging is merely a distraction.
Life is a series of distractions, and then you die.
You've got to be at least bi.
Sorry to disappoint.
What about you? You seeing someone?
Must be harder for you, being a chunky monkey and all that.
James? Stop messing about.
Mate, come on. This isn't fun.
Come on. Help!
I'm sorry that you had to see that.
Don't be sorry.
Might not look as good in a wedding dress, but it's still me.
I'm just thinking...
..maybe we should...
-..maybe we should...
I don't know.
Get all this stuff sorted first...
..and then talk about weddings and whatever. Later.
OK, we're ready to rock and roll.
Nurse Lane and Jake will take you down to theatre now.
Are there any final questions?
-Cool. See you on the other side.
Come on, James.
Out of the way.
Let's get him on the flat, please.
He's breathing again.
He's got a pneumothorax. What did you do?
Hamish, talk to me!
Uh, I thought... I did the compressions.
How much force did you use? You've broken a rib.
I didn't. I didn't...mean to.
I need a chest drain. Trolley.
I need Jason Sheehan discharged.
He has a head injury!
He had a head injury.
We've had him in, we've monitored him,
his CT and vitals are all normal.
And I need that bed. So will you just discharge him, please?
Oh, before I forget, 20 of your finest English pounds, please.
No, you cheated.
I won fair and square.
All right, double or quits?
Oh, well, the pleasure of beating you twice will be all mine.
I don't actually know how to discharge a patient.
Well, I'll be happy to show you.
You're here to learn, after all, right?
And when we are done with this,
I need you to run across the street and grab my dry-cleaning for me.
You don't mind, do you?
Side biting clamp, please.
Should never have allowed Hamish anywhere near this patient.
Anywhere near the ward.
He's the screw-up, not you.
He's my responsibility.
Come on, we both know that kid's a liability.
I'm not entirely sure that you should be in here, Mr Richards.
I'd like to help, if I can.
I'm really sorry.
I should have reported you the moment I saw you
self-medicating for a hangover.
I gave you a chance, and you threw it back in my face.
Listen, that's not how it was...
Get out. Get out!
I don't ever want to see you in this hospital again.
Is that clear? Go! Idiot!
Thank you. Release the clamp.
There you are. I found this lady. No wrist band. She won't speak.
Where did you find her?
-On the stairs.
-What do I do with her?
-We need to go now.
Arthur, use your initiative.
-Why can't you just tell me?
-What do I do with her?
-I've got to go. Jake!
Regardless of his situation, my office is my office.
It's not a doss house.
I've spoken to him. It's not going to happen again. He's a good kid.
Don't let the heart rule the head, Malick.
You think there's something going on between me and the porter?
Why would you assume that I meant that?
Is there something you need to tell me?
What I meant was, maybe you see something of yourself in him?
Kindred spirits. Young and impulsive.
Whatever, it doesn't mean you have to be stupid enough
to put your neck on the line for him.
He needs some guidance, that's all.
As doctors, if we can't do that, what can we do?
So, do you need me to stay for anything?
No, no, you get off to your cheese and wine party.
You had an accident and deteriorated,
we had to take you into theatre.
Don't worry, you'll make a full recovery.
He'll be dealt with.
He's been checking in on her for me.
She panics without me.
Unlike Chantelle to be late with a patient.
Can somebody phone up, find out where they are, please?
No. I'll go.
Send a nurse.
It's cool. I've got it.
Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thine will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day...
Niall, I need to tell you something.
Don't be mad.
Why would I be mad?
It was a mistake.
And it didn't mean anything.
What was a mistake?
Sara, what was a mistake?
He was there. That's all. He was there, and you weren't.
Who was there?
I need to get out of here.
-I need to get out of here!
Please tell me we're not stuck.
Hello? I've got a patient on the way to theatre. Hello?
Hello? Look, I've got a patient and the lift is stuck. Can you hear me?
Look. The thingy is beeping. I've got a patient on the way to theatre!
Hello? Sara! Sara!
You need to do something.
I ain't a doctor, I don't know what to do, do I?
I've seen this done.
Is she OK?
Help me! Help me!
What are you doing? Help!
What have you done? Move!
Where's Nurse Lane? You shouldn't be unaccompanied!
I... she... The thing was beeping and she... I did more fluids!
She'll be fine. It's just the cannula.
Go. I'll deal with this. Go!
Niall, it looks a lot worse than it is.
Let me get her to theatre, please.
No damage is done. Just...just go.
She'll be OK?
I'll make sure of it.
Is that you done, is it?
Yeah, all fixed. Do you know where Keller ward is?
Last chance. Drink? Quickie in the loo?
Didn't think so.
She was mine.
-You couldn't leave it, could you?
-Get off him!
-Couldn't keep your hands off her!
Stop! Somebody help!
Well, then, what?
You're meant to be my big brother!
What did she say to you?
Why couldn't you let me be happy?
-What did she say?
-She's a cripple, a bible basher,
and now a cheat.
-No, I need to speak to him.
Let him calm down. You both need to calm down.
-Are you OK?
Is it true?
-OK, you're coming with me.
I don't believe this. Jason, look at me.
Mate, can I nick a fag?
Are you all right?
Your brother deserved it.
Listen, there's a party later.
We should go, get a drink, calm down.
Hamish, hello. It's Elliot Hope here.
Listen, James has told me everything.
You really should have informed us, but, anyway, well done.
And, I'm sorry.
I only asked you to discharge him.
There was a fight and he collapsed.
After ten rounds with Tyson?
He was clutching at his stomach. B/P 160/90. SATs are falling.
His brother came down.
Yeah, all right, where are his notes?
Thanks. All right, what did we miss?
MUSIC PLAYS How could you let this happen?
I'm sorry, I thought I posted it privately.
Why would you need to post it online in the first place?
Who cares about your status updates? Or what you had for lunch?
Cheese and wine, you said.
Do you have any idea how angry I am right now?
MUSIC STOPS AND CROWD GROAN
Yeah, I'm not sure this is the time or place for Latin, Tara.
-Down in one.
Have you really never been drunk?
No, I've been drunk. I just don't drink any more.
I'm going to be smashed in a minute.
What, is it cos of her that you don't drink?
Dude, she necked your brother.
What he said. Look forget it. Forget him and forget her.
In one, lads.
I think you've had enough, mate.
Every time I look at your face, it's like I killed your cat.
You nearly killed a patient today, why don't you just go home
and get some sleep, yeah?
-You got a problem, mate?
-This is my girlfriend's flat.
Well, why don't you go to the bedroom and play happy families
and let us get on with it?
Yeah, you did!
You seen that?
Mate, she got with your brother.
Your brother. That's sick.
Look, do it.
I've got it.
B/P is dropping.
I know that, thank you.
The graft isn't holding.
Pull it together, Mr Malick.
You can do this. You could do it in your sleep. Take your time.
I'm telling you, he's in there.
How do you know?
Because I saw him.
Hamish, are you in there?
Hamish, open the door!
Open the door.
Fine. Do it.
Hamish. Hamish. Wake up.
He's unresponsive. Hamish, wake up. We need an ambulance now.
I've got it.
Show me the abdominal X-ray first.
Sacha, take a look.
There was something.
He may have mentioned he was self-medicating.
Anti-inflammatories, for an old shoulder injury.
Why is this the first I've heard that?
Well, you were the one that said F1s should be seen and not heard.
Let's take a look at the chest.
Look, it's there. Under the diaphragm.
Right, next time you have any information on one of my patients,
you let me know immediately.
-That's a good question.
It's just alcohol.
Let's get him into the lift. Bay three is free.
-Mate, leave it.
-I need to tell her.
You've done nothing wrong, chill out.
I need to tell her. Just listen, yeah! I need to tell her.
I will need a 23 knife, please.
You do realise that if you weren't so busy playing silly games,
this may well have been avoided?
She could have spoken up, I didn't gag her.
Hey, get in here.
-You ever made a mid-line incision?
Yeah, you want to give it a try?
I can't do that.
Sure you can. Don't worry, I'll be here, OK? Come on, scrub in.
You have got to be joking me.
Recovery position, please.
Right, IV fluids in. How many units has he had?
-There's too much vomit. Airway.
Please. I don't want him to embarrass himself
any more than he already has.
Let's try releasing the clamp again, slowly.
Damn it! More suction.
-What are you doing here? You can't be here.
-Sara, I'm sorry.
Don't do this. Not here. Don't do it. I need you out of here.
-This is your fault.
It's your fault she's here.
Something went wrong in the lift.
You said he shouldn't have been unaccompanied. And he was.
Don't do it.
You have to get out of here. This is a sterile theatre.
-I'm sorry. He needed to see her.
-You covered for him.
And now look at her. Look at her!
I'm not going to tell you again. Get out! Call security.
Do you think he drank so much because of what I said to him?
He's a hopeless case.
No, he isn't.
He's been going round to James's house to check in on his mother,
she's severely disabled.
Which is reckless in itself.
Yes, it is.
But it shows instinct and a willingness to help others.
Good night, Professor.
Where am I?
You had too much to drink and you're back at Holby on Darwin ward.
I'm taking care of you.
Leave me alone.
Not much choice of doctor this time of night, I'm afraid.
What happened is...
I lost my temper and I shouldn't, and for what it's worth, I am sorry.
I truly am.
But I'm going to try and get you help.
Lots of people have tried to help me.
It seems I'm a challenge to them.
Go save someone else.
How is she?
They're not going to know for a few more hours...
..but they don't...
They don't think she's going to walk again.
Jason, they think she's paralysed.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I did this.
No, you didn't.
But I need to know the truth.
About you and Sara.
And I need you to swear on Mum's memory.
-I warned you, did I not?
I warned you not to get involved with that boy.
But you did, and it has come to this, and I want to know why.
What does he have over you?
I told you to wait outside. I'm not ready for you yet.
Look, you've got to hear the truth. It's my fault.
Do you have any idea of the seriousness of this situation?
Do not shrug your shoulders at me, young man!
There's a young woman on that ward who will never walk again.
-I didn't know.
-And you took her into the lift, alone,
-against the expressed orders of one of my nurses.
Shut up! Quite frankly, right now, I have no regard for your feelings.
Mr Malick, do you have anything to add?
Upon discovering Jake's error in the lift, I proceeded to cover it up.
I apologise. It was the wrong thing to do.
Why are you covering for this porter?
Why would you jeopardise your career and the health, the life,
of a patient, for him?
I don't know.
You don't know?
Well, what do you propose that I do?
You're eager for more responsibility.
Do I send him away with a severe warning, or do I dismiss him?
What do I do?
You dismiss him.
I'll contact your supervisor in the morning.
Where are you going?
What's it got to do with you?
Considering you nearly killed me, quite a lot.
You've got enough blubber on you. You'll be fine.
Fat people have feelings, too.
I nearly got you.
I don't need anyone's help.
No, you're right. Why would you? Look at you, the picture of health.
What are you looking for?
You need to stop and accept.
That you need help.
-Right, that's me.
-You want to grab a bite to eat?
-Oh, yeah, count me in.
-Gemma, you in?
Hanssen's out of office.
Looks like he's been at a conference for the past two days.
Which begs the question, who were you talking to?
You got me. And for that, I am sorry.
Next time, you can do your own shredding.
The post-surgery scan has confirmed irreversible damage
to the spinal cord at the C7/T1 junction.
Sara, you're fortunate that the damage is low enough
that you're still able to use your arms and hands, but...
-What about my legs?
And we'll get the best people.
If you were going to regain sensation...
..it already would have happened.
The physiotherapist will be down to see you as soon as he can.
Are there any questions you want us to answer right now?
Could you give us some space?
Jason told me what happened.
That he kissed you.
That you pulled away. Did you?
So why did you let it happen in the first place?
I felt sorry for him.
Now I need to be honest with you.
When you were in theatre, I got really drunk and I kissed someone.
And I'm not a virgin,
and I don't believe in God. Well, not properly, anyway.
-Why are you telling me this?
-Because we've both made mistakes.
I'm never going to walk again.
I'm going to be there every step of the way.
Sara, will you still marry me?
Might have to re-think the whole plane thing.
Is that a yes?
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Malick tries to come to terms with the unexpected arrival of the son he didn't know he had. Jake wants to get to know his father, but it seems in trying to do so, he can't help but make trouble for Malick. When he gets drunk and bursts into theatre, it's the last straw and Ric gives Malick an ultimatum: deal with this boy, or dismiss him. Will Malick follow his heart or his head?