Ask Me No Questions Holby City

This study, it won't work on low-grade cytoma. Basic error.

No-one knows how to handle this. Not me.

Not my parents. No-one.

You were there, weren't you? Sierra Leone, West Africa Civil War.

You British Army, UN or what?

Army.

-THUMP!

-Dean. Dean, it's OK.

OK, Luc, call Security.

-Don't stand there.

-You're blocking the exit. Dean.

ECHOES OF EXPLOSIONS

HE WHIMPERS

SIREN WAILS

CAR HORN BLARES

Yeah, did you get my note? Yeah, no.

It's fine. I've already asked. No, look, I'm telling you, it's fine.

I'll be there.

Yeah, look, I've got to go.

CAR HORN CONTINUES TO BLARE

Oi!

Is everything OK?

Dr Hemingway.

Where's Dr Hemingway?

Mr Hemingway doesn't work here any more.

Do you need medical assistance?

What, are you visiting a relative or friend here at the hospital?

Right, well, I suggest you take a nap, mate, or call a cab.

You stink of booze.

Tara?

Nearly ready!

Come on, we're already late!

Yeah, I'm going as fast as I can!

Sorry! Let's hit the road, Jack.

HE LOCKS THE DOOR

DRILLING

Oh, Gemma, Gemma, Gemma! Can you work late tonight?

What?!

30 minute obs, please, Steph.

I can't. I've got to leave early today, remember?

By five at the latest.

Today? I thought that was tomorrow?

-No.

-Remind me, what's the...?

Come on, don't do this to me.

I already got the green light from Michael.

Well, Michael's at a conference,

we've got two off sick... Great, thank you...

And today is obviously the best day to bring in Bob the Builder

and his noisiest mates(!)

I'm really, really, sorry, Gemma, but I'm afraid the answer's no.

It's our job to manage him well,

make sure he doesn't get too big for his boots.

Well, I'm up to my eyeballs this week so I'll leave that to you.

Delegation.

Hurry up, he'll be here soon.

There you go.

Sort of a brief but life-affirming message guaranteed

to change his entire Weltanschauung.

-Are you doing this on purpose?

-What?

Flying colours!

Cheers, Channers.

-We're doing drinks for you tonight if you're still free?

-Course.

I'm so sorry.

Cheers, Digs.

Oh, greetings, my soon to be equals!

Congratulations, Mr Malick. I'm sure you must be over the moon.

I never doubted you.

Thanks. Look, I figure, now that you're the Veep,

it's just a matter of time to get sucked into the bureaucracy, right?

And your conclusion is that we'll need another consultant on Keller?

Oh, that's delicious.

It's from the posh range. It's got elderflower in, I think.

HE YAWNS

What time did you sleep last night?

I dunno, midnight maybe?

You were snoring like a strangled sea lion.

Er, liar! I do not snore.

I chirp, like a nightingale.

Listen, I've got a confession.

It might make you angry, but you've got to promise to hear me out, OK?

Tara, are you listening to me?

Yep, sorry. Go on.

OK, well, the reason I was up late last night...

I broke our pact.

Before you bite my head off, I found something, someone -

her name is Julie Yeung, she's this brilliant Baltimore neurosurgeon...

For God's sake, Ollie! I know who Julie Yeung is, and she isn't...

Yeah, you don't know about this trial cos it hasn't gone public yet.

You're not listening to me!

I know I screwed up last time.

But I've checked, I've double checked, OK?

So this fits your condition exactly.

Let me read you something, OK?

"Astrocytomas are tumours that are believed to arise from

"precursive astrocytes, supportive cells..."

HEY!

-Tara!

-He just stepped out in front of me!

-Watch where you're going! You could have killed me!

-Easy, mate.

-She said you stepped out without looking!

-Oh, she did, did she?!

HE MUTTERS

You OK?

Yeah.

All this fuss. Whoever heard of being rushed to hospital

for basically falling down on the shag-pile?

Have you been able to keep down any fluids at all?

No.

OK, I'm just going to ask you a couple of standard questions,

so we can rule out other possibilities.

Could you be pregnant?

No.

SHE MOANS IN PAIN

Let me save you some time.

There is this norovirus thing going round my son's school

and I was hoping to escape it but...

Can't you just write me a prescription

and I'll be out of your hair?

You're clearly unwell, Mrs Delaney.

I'm a single mum with two kids,

who are basically walking germ factories.

I'm unwell all the bloody time.

Full bloods?

Yeah, FBC, U's and E's, LFTs and amylase.

Dr Levy?

Wait. You're not going to keep me long, are you?

Got to pick the kids up from school.

-Isn't there someone else you can ask?

-No.

Not even a friend? Neighbour?

It has to be me, OK?!

Well, I hope they had the brass band out to welcome you this morning.

Look, it's not a big deal.

It's a huge deal. Consultant exams are hard - I should know.

I'm not a consultant yet.

Are your team taking you out to celebrate tonight?

Don't think so.

Well, if the Keller Gang aren't, I guess I'll have to.

I'll book somewhere nice.

Have a great day. Don't let the power go to your head!

I can't believe you went back on your word.

I understand that you're angry. I'm just asking you to read it.

-Or what?

-Or...I start an indefinite boycott of the washing-up...

I grow a handlebar moustache,

-or I start a vow of celibacy.

-I think the last two are related.

Right, can you tell Ms Effanga I'm going to see Professor Hope

-about my research?

-Oh, no, you don't.

I've got a to-do list so big, it's got its own postcode.

I'll only be five minutes.

-Patients first. Swotty stuff later.

-Don't take it personally.

Mo's just grumpy cos she's losing her battle

with the Stay Puft marshmallow man - Holby Fit Club.

Just so we're clear, anyone who mentions marshmallows again,

or, in fact, any other food is fired.

OK.

I know your paper's important,

but if you're serious about the F1 prize, you're going to have

to put all that to one side. OK?

Right. Professor Dumisani Themba -

arrhythmia, shortness of breath, chest pains.

I'm sure you've got better things to do than take me to the toilet.

-It's fine, don't worry about it.

-Oh, God!

SHE RETCHES

Sorry.

SHE VOMITS

It's all right.

Can I get a nurse or a cleaner over here, please?

Come and sit down.

You're burning up!

I'm going to press on your stomach, OK?

Tell me if this hurts.

Oh!

Aggh!

-Right. I'm ordering a CT scan.

-No!

Look, I promise you, we'll get you out of here as soon as possible, OK?

SHE MOANS IN PAIN

-Can you take Mrs Delaney to the side room, please?

-Sure.

And order a CT scan. I'll be back in a minute.

OK?

DRILLING STARTS

Oh, sorry.

Why should I trust someone inside the hospital

when they can't be trusted outside it?

I am really very sorry. If you just let me...?

-Ah, I said no!

-Problem?

He won't let me treat him.

Professor Themba, Dr Lo is an extremely proficient

and highly-regarded professional.

Highly regarded by you, of course.

It would take a very brave or a very foolish man

not to defend his partner.

Oh, please.

The study of non-verbal communication is a key element of my research.

Well, actually, staff who live near each other often share lifts.

HE LAUGHS

Ah! You've already betrayed yourself.

Tiny unconscious eye movements

and the use of third-person pronouns is very often

an attempt by the liar to separate themselves from the lie.

It's none of my business, of course.

Very Derren Brown! Impressive.

What about those two?

Not a couple...

..but from the way he interacts, he seeks approbation more than most -

an unhappy childhood, I suspect,

and now he assumes the role of court jester.

-And her?

-Come on, Dr Valentine, I'm sure Professor Themba...

She is more difficult, but by the looks of things...

if our friend, the court jester, doesn't back off soon,

she's going to wallop him.

Aggh!

HE LAUGHS

-So...?

-No.

It's probably nothing, but if you see him again, let me know.

Oh and, Gemma, about leaving early?

I'm sorry I was a bit off with you.

Holby Fit Club diet is driving me insane,

so don't tell Mo but... Doughnut King saved the day.

Feel I can do anything now.

So...?

So you can leave at five. We can cope.

Oh, Sacha Levy, you're my hero! Thank you.

Well, I hope he's worth it.

HE EXHALES

Thank you.

So you're OK to let me treat you,

as long as I'm taking the pain go away?

I'm also giving you some amiodarone.

It's an antiarrhythmic agent -

it'll just help slow your heart rate down a bit.

You left your research paper.

You read it?!

You wouldn't have left it if you didn't want me to...

unconsciously, of course.

You want my opinion? It's good, but it needs extensive revision.

I beg your pardon?!

Fascinating subject, though.

I'm keenly interested in different cultures' perceptions of death.

You want to hear my thoughts? I'll only charge expenses.

Malick, we're right up against it today.

I've got a cystectomy and a laparotomy

while Ms Campbell's off ward, tied up with her paperwork.

I hear you. What we got?

I think we might have to rescue Dr Digby from this one,

or vice versa.

Mrs Pinches, Mr Malick will be looking after you -

he's one of our finest registrars.

Registrar! What the hell is a "registrar"?

You trying to fob me off with a trainee?

Actually, I've just passed my consultant exams,

so you're basically getting a consultant at a bargain price.

Right, what we got, Digs?

Abdominal pains...dehydration... distended abdomen.

She recently had a bowel resection in the States...

You don't look like a surgeon to me.

No. Well, what do I look like?

Let me get this straight right from the get go -

I'm going to watch you like a hawk.

And if you slip up just this much, I'm going to be on the phone

to my lawyer before you can even say, "Registrar."

Well, I'm sure there'll be no need for that.

OK. Please let know me when it...

Aggh!

Son of a...!

OK. I'm going to do an ultrasound and order some tests.

Right.

Well, that's it?

I mean, in the States, I would be hooked up to,

well, all kinds of expensive machines by now.

I mean, this place is a joke.

If this is free health care, you can keep it.

Your first experience with the NHS?

Oh, and it will my last. It is like a third world country!

On, oh, it's interesting you should think that

because the US actually spends more

than any other country on health care,

yet it is ranked 38th in world in terms of life expectancy.

Here, we spend half as much per capita, yet we're ranked 13th,

which, if you think about it, is actually...

Hey, Rain Man, could you stop talking

and maybe start trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me?

Oh, and you, Mr Big Shot,

why don't you quit gawping and go do something useful?

Well, we'll come back and check on you in a moment.

OK. You can lie back down now.

You've restricted yourself to terminal patients?

Young terminal patients. Why?

15 years all clear now. Nerve sheath cancer.

Is it not in my...?

Yes, malignant schwannoma neurofibrosarcoma.

Wow, if you were terminal and 30 years younger,

I would be pulling up a chair and clearing my schedule.

Sorry to disappoint on both counts.

Can you do some sit-ups, please?

And I thought we were starting to get along.

I'm sorry, I need to listen to your heart.

Three or four will be fine.

Three or four will be a miracle.

How we getting on here?

I'm ordering some stress tests to rule out AV valve issues.

Good.

HE WINCES

Ai-yi-yi!

HE EXHALES

You've got a smart one here.

You know, she said if I were a few years younger...,

Professor Themba is a cancer survivor.

Were you treated here?

In the UK? Yes, at the Royal Marsden. I found a specialist.

Brilliant man - saved my life.

Lucky you found him.

Fascinating.

Your book?

Yes, the book too.

That woman that was just sick. She going to be all right?

You said you weren't visiting anyone.

I'm not. She's my wife.

Look, I just want to give her these.

One for Tyler and one for Poppy. Didn't get to say goodbye.

At least, I didn't say it very well.

That's why you're here?

I took them to the flat this morning,

followed the ambulance here.

No, I really shouldn't.

Thanks. She's going to be all right?

Yeah. We're taking good care of her.

And the baby's OK?

What baby?!

She's pregnant.

Hey, "Registrar", you going to tell me what's wrong with me?

What, you just going to carry on staring at that stupid screen?

You know, if you'd prefer, we do have a private ward here at Holby.

Oh, you mean you're going to hand me over

to someone who knows what they're doing?

OK, I'm going to send you for a CT scan.

Basically it's a...

I know what a CT scan is. I have seen Grey's Anatomy...

Oh, you're in the medical profession, then?

Henry Grey is one of my all-time idols.

Is there something wrong with him?

I mean, seriously, does he have some kind of condition?

TV shows.

Ah, right. No, I don't own a TV. I never have.

My parents used to say it would contaminate my mind with

consumerist American bilge.

Oh, no, no...

Um...if you'd like to excuse me for a sec.

I think it's a cystic mass, perhaps?

Could be. Look, Digs,

I thinking maybe we should pick this up on another day, yeah?

I didn't mean any offence...

Oh, no, it's not you.

It's just that, you know, law suits don't look good on the CV.

So...I'm thinking it's better that I handle this on my own, yeah?

Fine.

How's it going with Tea Party Tina?

Um...take a look.

Looks like a tumour.

It's hard to tell. I've ordered a CT scan.

Well, I'd suggest you get an oncologist to take a look at this.

Well, she's kind of volatile.

And I don't want to give her any...

Just to be on the safe side.

Hey, could I get something to eat around here? What?

Do you feed us like cattle, hmm?

You put a big, long trough down the middle of the room?

You don't have to tell her that you've called the oncologist,

just get him to look at the results.

I'll get a nurse to page Dr Hargreave.

Well, she's definitely not pregnant. Why would the husband think she is?

Well, unless she miscarried.

We've got to get her in for that CT scan

and get her on antibiotics.

Good call. OK. Abdominal pains, fever, low BP, no urine output.

Now this norovirus thing is going round...

It's just coincidence.

Bet you anything some tissue got left behind and got infected.

-Potential sepsis?

-You could be right.

OK, you get on to radiology, I'll sort out the antibiotics.

And if the husband doesn't know,

it's because she doesn't want him to know.

-Let's just keep it that way. Yes?

-Yes.

Dr Valentine's been bringing me up to speed with your patient.

-Right. And what do you think?

-Well, I think that

when I hand a patient to an F1, I expect her to do the thinking.

You know, the diagnose-y stuff us medical folk like to do?

Do you want to be an F2 or not?

Yes, of course I do! I'm totally focused. Totally hungry.

Then what do you propose? And if you say "hungry" again,

I'll deep fat fry you one limb at a time.

I think we should perform a full stress echo.

The tests were clear.

What harm can it do to run a stress echo?

Fine, get him prepped.

I'll do it. Tara's got some reading to do.

No, I don't. I can do it.

Suit yourself.

OK. I'm going to say this as clearly as I can -

if you don't stop with this,

I'm going to have to run you through with a bone drill.

Don't judge me.

It was the hardest decision... I can't even tell you.

No-one's judging you.

We needed to know, so we can give you the right treatment.

I just couldn't go through with it, and so I thought...

SHE SOBS

Kelly, we're going to take you down for a scan.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

How did you know?

I spoke to your husband.

What?! Who told him I was here?

-Now if you don't want to see him...

-You don't understand!

You've got to get him away from me!

Kelly, relax. It's OK. He just wanted you to have...

It's not OK! He's not allowed anywhere near me!

I took out a restraining order!

All finished. Well done.

I preferred you...when you were trying to kill me with a car.

Dr Lo...?

Oh, thank you.

OK, if you could lie on your left side, please.

Lying down? Now, that one I can do.

Did you know I have an Olympic gold medal in lying down?

HE EXHALES

Is everything OK?

Yeah, fine. On your left, please.

He didn't seem dangerous,

he just seemed concerned about his wife, you know?

Kind of pathetic.

Well, he needs to do his pathetic concerned act

a legally-safe distance from his wife.

OK, we step away, we let Security do their jobs.

-You're not to go near him. Understood?

-Yes.

You lied to me.

I told you she wouldn't want to see me.

I just wanted to give her the letters. I never lied.

What about the baby? The baby's OK, right?

I can't discuss patients. It's the same for everyone.

I can't leave without knowing they're OK.

You get that, don't you?

I'm going to give you these back.

I'm sorry, but you know you shouldn't have asked me.

Mr Delaney, these gentlemen are here to accompany you from the building.

-I thought I told you...

-You!

Dean Delaney... You...

-You!

-Get him out of here.

I haven't done anything! You've got to believe me!

Help me, please. I'm begging you!

Before you leave, will you please tell his wife he's gone?

-Poor woman doesn't need any more stress.

-Yes.

And get her consent to operate -

the CT scan shows an abscess and free fluid.

You were right.

Any discomfort there? No. Over here?

Mr Malick...

It's OK, I've got this.

Guess who I've just been talking to?

Who?

I'll give you a clue. He's handsome, he's an oncologist,

and I'm pretty sure he's got the hots for you.

What you talking about?

He keeps looking over and smiling.

Oh, come on, haven't you got that thing, that radar, but for...?

Don't you have patients to deal with?

So I just met Chantelle. You weren't kidding.

Force of nature.

She told me there's a big party tonight in your honour.

You kept that quiet.

-So, Shelley's scan...?

-It's impossible to tell.

I say open her up and take a look.

Hey! Registrar!

Everything OK? Do you need me?

No, we're good.

Look, if you guys are going to talk about me,

do you mind doing it in front of my face and who is he?

He's...another doctor.

Ah, another doctor?!

Holy cow, only two more and it's Five Guys Named Moe.

Meaning?

Meaning...how many of you

does it take to make a simple diagnosis? Goddamn bunch of morons.

I am a consultant oncologist and Mr Malick has just scored

an outrageously high score in his consultancy exams.

If you're going to be offensive, you might try to be accurate too.

If you'd excuse me, please.

There's no need to stick up for me, all right?

No? You usually let patients talk to you like that?

I don't like confrontation on my ward.

Maybe I should give her the full picture.

If she's unhappy about being treated by two black men,

imagine how she'd feel if she knew you and I were...

Look, Nate, just... give me the diagnosis, yeah?

She has a mass in her abdomen which could be a tumour.

Is she in pain?

I'm thinking a PET scan. Cover our bases, make sure.

Right, well, you asked for my advice

and I would advise exploratory surgery.

Yeah...but she's my patient

and I'm not going to cut her open for no reason, am I?

-Quick question. What are you scared of?

-Being sued for...

No, I don't mean the patient. I mean, the fact that you keep

-looking around to make sure no-one's watching us.

-I don't!

I mean, the fact you didn't want me to know about drinks tonight.

Not here.

Professor Themba,

you have a condition called mitral valve prolapse.

Now it's perfectly treatable.

-Dr Valentine disagreed with your prognosis earlier, didn't he?

-Hmm!

Forgive me.

I'm writing a paper on how most of us

choose to ignore our instincts and follow other people's advice,

especially those we trust.

Well, you have two options. We can either treat you

with beta-blockers and calcium antagonists,

which will help to slow your heart rate down and ease the pain,

or there is surgery, which, although more invasive...

-I don't like the sound of that.

-Well, it's quite straightforward.

We can try to repair the damaged valve

-or fit you with a prosthetic...

-Absolutely not.

I...I can't be lying around when I've five little ones.

Do you have children, Dr Lo?

No, I don't.

I've learned more from my children than any book or teacher.

OK, well, it is your decision.

They're both perfectly viable options.

If a valid alternative exists, why would I choose to be cut open?

Put yourself in my shoes.

What would you do if you were me?

It's a simple question.

I'll not pry.

OK, I will get your treatment sorted out straightaway.

It's like she's thrown in the towel

and nothing I say or do makes any difference!

Oliver, you know that I advise you to respect our patient's wishes?

All I need is a recent scan - it's not like I'm not

asking for anything complicated, I can do the rest.

However, she's not our patient, is she?

Oh, now, that's rather interesting.

I've had a CT scan cancellation at six o'clock.

Know anyone who might need it?

You are a brilliant man.

And this conversation never happened. You were never here.

So if you could just sign here,

er, we'll get you into theatre as soon as possible.

Had he been drinking? Not that it matters any more.

Yeah. I know you've both been having a hard time...

He broke our son's wrist.

Oh, he forgot to mention that, did he?

Poor kid had to have a plate, pins, the works.

-I'm sorry, I...

-He can't remember doing it.

Shocked the bejeezus out of him the next day.

How battered have you got to be to break your own son's arm

and not remember doing it?

Ty won't even talk about it. He gets this look...

Hopefully you won't need to worry about it any more.

Sometimes, I wish he'd been killed in Africa.

When he was in the army, the man I loved.

Listen to me, banging on about my troubles.

-You've got work to do.

-No, no, it's fine. Sorry. Please, carry on.

I don't want to keep you. Here you are.

Thanks.

Beta-blockers, diuretics and ACE inhibitors, please.

I've booked you a scan at six. Before you say anything,

I'm wearing body armour and I've hidden the bone drill.

You don't have to do anything, you just have to be there!

Literally that's all you have to do.

Just show up - half an hour. Get some sleep. OK? Tara?

I can't keep doing this, Ollie.

Now I'm going to do this my way,

even if that means doing it on my own.

That's not going to heal itself.

Mr Delaney, what happened?!

I was on my way out. Mind was all over the place.

I've already told him he needs to go to the ED.

It's all right. I'll deal with this.

You crashed your car?

-Totalled it.

-So get yourself to the ED.

They're backed up in there, I'll be waiting hours.

Can't you do it on your ward?

Absolutely not.

Please, it's just a few stitches.

You're not going anywhere near her.

You know what? It's fine.

But you've got to get it treated!

-I'll survive. I've had worse.

-Really?

Yeah, really.

Right, come with me.

What? You can't treat me properly out here.

Who says I can't?

Come on.

Aggh!

Mr Griffin! Can I give her morphine, Mr Griffin?

SHE CONTINUES TO WAIL

Mrs Pinches. Mrs Pinches. Have you been booked in for an operation?

What?! I don't know. Nobody tells me anything round here!

I'm just lying here like a chopped liver.

Give her 5mg of morphine.

Dr Digby!

Could you tell me what treatment has been decided for Mrs Pinches?

Ah, no, I couldn't tell you actually, no.

Mr Malick, er...dispensed with my services, so to speak.

Oh, he did, did he? And where is Mr Malick now?

I have no idea.

I'm just saying I don't see what we've got to hide.

Nate, I don't believe in mixing my private life

-with my professional life. All right?

-Oh, come on, Malick.

How many people in this hospital are married to each other

or living with each other, or... just sleeping with each other?

I just don't know why it's anyone's business.

We don't have to shout it from the rooftops, but...

we've been seeing each other for what now, eight weeks?

Seven.

And you can barely bring yourself to acknowledge me

when we pass in the corridor.

I don't want to live my life like I've got something to be ashamed of.

Mr Malick, I just found your patient in agony.

She's now being prepped for theatre.

Will you be joining me?

I swear on my mother's life, I didn't touch him.

I don't know what happened but I'd never hurt him.

You reek of booze, Dean.

I bet you can't even remember last night.

I haven't touched a drop in eight months!

June 5th last year.

I wanted my family back, you know?

I always had hope, even after Ty's accident and then yesterday

I got a call from a solicitor.

Kelly wants a divorce.

It was all for nothing.

Please give them to her.

Then, I swear to God, I'll leave.

Please.

The answer's no.

I strongly advise you to go to St James's

and get this checked out properly.

Do you want me to get you a cab?

I'll walk to the bus. Cheers.

Dr Lo?

Your face!

Dr Lo?

Hey. What happened?!

You know, whoever just cleaned the bathroom didn't put up a sign

and it was wet and I slipped and hit my head.

-It could have been serious.

-It is serious!

-Let me take a look, Dr Valentine. Bay three.

-Are you sure?

-Yes, fine.

-OK.

OK, look at me. Get that steristripped, OK?

Right, when's Professor Themba's theatre slot?

Well, actually, he's decided against surgery.

You have?

Well, it's your choice, but in my opinion...

I have already explained this to him but he's made his decision.

Right.

Do you think that cleaner will get into trouble?

I hope not.

I have to go.

I'm just leaving now. Yeah, all right.

I'll see you in a bit.

SIREN WAILS

OK. If I don't get something to eat soon,

I'm literally going to drop down dead.

Well, don't worry, if you do drop down dead,

then we'll just step over you.

Or we could use your body as a bed if we run out of them.

THEY LAUGH

I just want you to listen to me!

What choice did I have?!

I don't think Kelly wants to talk right now.

-We should let her have some rest.

-Don't come any closer, I mean it!

OK.

I didn't want it to be like this, but what was I supposed to do?

A divorce, Kelly?! Tell me what I did wrong!

You didn't do anything wrong.

What right do you have to stop me seeing my kids?

I won't stop you. You can see them whenever you like.

Come on, Dean, she's not well. She needs an operation.

This is nothing to do with you!

What have you done? What's she done?

I think it's best if you leave quietly while you still can.

Just stay calm. The emergency generator should kick in any second.

-Dean!

-Dean! What are you doing? What's he doing?

Dean, stop!

Suction.

There it is!

A cystic mass.

There's a lot of fibrous tissue and infection around the bowel.

Scalpel.

If you want me to take over...?

I can do this.

Saline.

It's a...gallipot.

Must have been left there after the bowel resection.

How did the scan miss it?

Positioning was off.

You don't see this every day. Right, let's close this up.

3-0 maxon.

No-one's going to hurt you.

Dean, just open the door. We're all safe.

No, we're not!

-Get behind me!

-Dean? Dean? It's Sacha Levy.

-Sacha!

-Could you open the door, please?

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Dean, I need to treat your wife urgently, OK?

And the police are on their way.

There was this time before...

Dean, you need to open the door. Mr Levy is here to help.

Get down!

I got you covered.

Hi, this is Dr Valentine on Darwin.

I've got a patient, a colleague, who's in for a six o'clock scan.

I just want to cancel it.

She is? Oh.

Right. Well, sorry to have troubled you.

MONITOR BEEPS

What's that?

Her blood pressure's dropping.

I need to help her.

We've got to get her into theatre.

She's in danger of going into septic shock.

You've got to realise how serious this is.

Can I see?

You've got to let me move her.

Mr Delaney? This is the police!

Mr Delaney!

I'm calling for medical help.

Mr Delaney!

MONITOR BEEPS

COMMOTION

Now, everybody out.

PHONE RINGS

Are you OK?

Kelly is going into septic shock.

I haven't done many intubations.

You're going to have to talk me through this.

The noise out there is not helping.

We're clearing the ward, all right?

So it'll be quieter soon, I promise.

Good. OK, I'm putting you on speaker-phone, yeah?

OK. Right, get the laryngoscope.

Now I want you to open her mouth by gently pulling down

-'on her lower jaw.'

-OK, I've done that.

Good, now insert the laryngoscope...

'and find the epiglottis.'

OK, I can see the epiglottis. Now what do I do?

'Brilliant. Do not lose sight of it.'

Now, can you see the vocal cords?

No. I can't see them.

'Gemma, you're going to need Dean to press on the trachea.'

OK, I need you to help me. Dean, look at me.

I need you to put pressure on here...now.

Here, just there.

OK. I can see the larynx.

'Great. Now, take the endotracheal tube...'

Yep.

'..slowly insert it through the cords,

'but only till the cuff is just below the cords.'

OK. OK, it's done.

'Well done. Now inflate the cuff.'

-Yep. It's done.

-'And when you've done that,

'listen for air entry at both apices and axillae.'

OK.

OK. It worked.

'Well done, well done.'

How we getting on out there?

Well, it's as clear as it's going to be.

Just stay on the line. All right?

Yeah, I'm going to put you back on speaker.

"..pelvic abscess following termination of pregnancy.

"Termination"!

BANG!

'What's happening? Are you OK?'

It's OK, it's fine. Please just wait.

Did she have an abortion?

I'm so sorry.

We'll get this drip into your arm.

STAFF TALK OVER EACH OTHER

-I need some help, please!

-I need you to go to bed eight?

Terry, Terry, please chase that CT scan for Mrs Sargeant.

And can somebody please page Dr Lo?

He deteriorated. Pulse 110, SVT.

He's being prepped for theatre. Give us a hand here, Tara!

Good.

Tell me more about this Baltimore neurosurgeon?

The trials fit your condition exactly.

I made absolutely sure.

Drain, please, thank you.

Astrocytoma of the temporal lobe?

Precisely!

Low grade astrocytoma? That's inactive.

No growth in the past 24 months.

I know you're cautious after last time, but you have to trust me.

I triple-checked. It's a perfect match!

-Mo.

-Dr Lo, nice of you to join us!

I need you to scrub in.

Dr Valentine, can you take over here, please?

OK, what have we got here?

Can I get some help, please?

She said she wanted a new start...

..said it would make everything right again.

What's this doing here?

You don't remember?

I've got to get out!

Wait a second.

Well, that's that, isn't it?

Sacha?

We need to get Kelly into theatre as soon as possible.

Hurry, quickly.

OK, Georgia, quick as we can, please.

If we had bars of soap, like in the old days,

I swear I'd be chomping down on one of them bad boys right now.

You OK?

Yeah.

You sure you're up to this?

We're not putting a plaster on a kid's grazed knee here.

You with me?

I'm with you.

I...want to apologise for keeping you in the dark earlier.

You shouldn't have been left alone.

Oh, damn right.

Lucky for you, I have bigger fish to fry.

I paid a fortune for that op back home.

I'm not going to let those dunderheads get away

with sewing up that thing inside of me.

I'm going to sue them to kingdom come. Oh, speaking of which...

..do you think you could put that thing in a jar, you know,

-the "evidence".

-I'll see what I can do.

You're not really as dumb as you look.

Oh, just so we're clear. The things I said earlier, they just...

they just came out wrong.

I may be a monster, but I'm not stupid enough to be a racist.

Do you ever think about being maybe, you know, nice?

Let me give you a little tip. You want something from somebody?

You'd better make their lives a living hell.

Being nice never gets you nowhere,

but you Brits, you start apologising before I even open my mouth.

Sorry.

Dr Hargreave is here.

Thank you, Nurse Lane.

Looks good. 3-0 prolene, please.

Actually, may I?

I'd really like to do this.

OK.

Let's start re-warming, please.

You're doing great - it's beautiful work.

I still...I can't believe that you could do that to your own child

and not remember.

But if it is what happened, you know what it means?

That he could have been telling the truth all along.

-I don't want to stick my nose in, but...

-You're going to anyway?

He's needs help. It's out there if he wants it.

Whether he does or not is another matter, but if he does...

Please don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do.

I don't mean you and him.

I think the thought of losing them would destroy him.

We'll see how it goes.

So, just to confirm - opening up the patient was the right thing to do?

It turned out to be the right thing to do,

but I couldn't have anticipated the gallipot.

But we're both agreed that you should have listened

to my professional advice when I offered it?

Like I say, given the evidence I had at the time...

You really hate admitting you're wrong, don't you?

-Thing is, I don't do this.

-Do what?

Date people at work, Nate. Actually, you know what? I don't date.

It's been a long time since I've gone as far as...

Seven weeks?

A seriously long time.

So what are you saying? You want to call it a day?

You want to start seeing other people?

Cos that's not really how I want to live my life.

That's not what I'm saying.

I'm not ashamed of who I am.

I'm not ashamed of you. I...

I just...really don't know how to do this, Nate,

and I don't want to do anything that might screw this up.

There is a possibility that further down the line you might need

a valve replacement and maybe a pacemaker...

..but there's no reason why the repair shouldn't last a long time.

Those tests you made me do. I'm not a fit man...

..but it got me thinking.

I'd like to run a marathon before I die.

It's a bit early to be...

You think it's impossible?

No, not impossible, but...

Then I will start training as soon as I am able.

You are looking at a man who beat cancer, remember?

"Never, never, never give up, even though the going's tough."

Obama?

Thomas the Tank Engine.

Surprisingly wise for a train.

There you are! Come on, we've got some serious celebrating to do!

Do you mind if I bring a plus one?

Apparently Malick is buying, figured I couldn't miss that for anything.

Um, give me a sec, yeah?

Oh, thank you.

Wow! That is big!

Big bucks, that's what that is. Big mistake on their part.

You know, next time, I may even be able to afford to go private.

Oh, you two sure make a real handsome couple.

Oh, come on now, honey, any more sparks between you

and you'd be a fire hazard.

Bye, Shelley.

OK, come on, then, people. Drinks on me.

Mummy!

What are you doing here?!

So...this is your mystery man.

Very, very irate childminder,

wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of her.

I'm so sorry, darling.

Thank you. ..Come on, let's go home.

'Doors opening. Lift going up.

'Doors closing.'

Something you want to tell me...?

You can get the scan to me,

I'll sort everything out for you, all right?

Mmm?

You OK?

Mmm?

I'm not going to apply for the trial.

Come on, you know me by now. I was never going to apply.

You know why.

There's nothing more to say, Ollie.

This is who I am and if you can't love me like this...

then I have to do it alone.

I don't want to do it alone.

It's OK.

Let's go to have a drink with Malick, hmm?

Yes?

Yes. You go and I will catch you up.

Yes?

Yes, go.

Go!

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