It is finally the day of Tara's big operation - but can the people who love her most hold it together for this vital surgery? Gemma is drawn into a tricky case.
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So the procedure is stealth-guided awake craniotomy.
For debulking a temporal lobe tumour. I know.
-Why? So I can sign away your organs.
No, bumhead. It's because I want to.
Mum, Dad. What are you doing here?
Jake doesn't know I'm gay. It's going to stay like that, got it?
-Why doesn't he know?
-Cos I haven't told him.
He's my answer.
Your resignation, I assume. Are you sure?
Some people get to leave their past behind them. Not me.
You may now kiss the bride.
Darwin Central. All change!
Come on. Put your back into it, woman. Onwards!
You're really heavy. You've put on weight, Ollie.
-I am moderately underweight.
Good morning. And do you have a reservation?
Yes, Doctor and Doctor Valentine, please.
Ah, you've been upgraded to the bridal suite.
-Is Roxanna here yet?
-Not yet, but...
Arrived 6am sharp.
Rise above it. Rise, rise.
Have you seen how magnificently tall I am?
Good to see you.
Don't have to decide, just apply.
Maybe. Look, I don't think I can handle college right now.
Of course. I'll shut up.
Did Nathan come in with you?
Did you see him on your way in?
It's just my abdo pain needs to say hello, so...
Oh, and sign this for Tara?
Er, shouldn't it say "get well soon"?
-You prefer it fast, no?
-Can we all stop staring?
There's a conference of statisticians at the hotel.
-What are the chances?
-This was the joke I made!
Right, pop this on and I'll get these cross-checked.
-May we intrude?
-From all of us.
THEY SPEAK IN CANTONESE
OK. Best behaviour, everyone.
-Hey, you're looking well.
Roxanna, this is everyone. Lin and Raymond, Tara's parents.
-Good to meet you at last.
-Thank you very much.
-Elliot and Jac, Tara's...
-And this is Roxanna, Tara's consultant.
-Shall I take those?
So, your Hanssen's pick? You train under him?
No, only met him once actually.
-Okey-dokey. Shall we get the boring bits done?
-Probably just family, I'd say.
-That'll just be me and these guys.
-Come on. It's part of the costume.
-Don't want to.
-Not so much of an asking thing,
-more of a telling thing.
-Don't want to.
-Put the gown on.
-You put it on.
-Ooh, nice knitwear!
Arthur's patient ready for ultrasound.
Oh, yeah, abdo pain. Micheline Needham? She says hi.
You treated her mother?
But then I meet so many women.
Also... I'm so sorry Arthur nearly dropped you in it
this morning with Jake.
He's terrible with secrets.
Only a matter of time.
Would you like me to remind him?
No, thank you. I will tell Jake...
Repeat it back to me?
You drug me, you smash my head open, cut out a bit of my brain
-and then you make me watch the whole thing.
-Will she remember afterwards?
-Most patients do, yes.
See, I told you.
-Are we done?
-No. We have some questions.
She needs to prepare.
OK. Just one.
How much pain will there be?
There's no pain receptors in the brain, Mum.
Did you look over the consent and info forms?
Yes, I took them home.
-Maybe I left them in the car?
-Go and get them.
-You're not worried about her raised temp?
-And Roxanna's not worried?
-No. And if you mention it...
I wouldn't. I'm just...
Jac, seriously, shut up. We don't need any curve balls.
Whip-round for a fellow F1?
Erm... Yeah, can't do any envelopes, sorry.
I'm not being tight but, you know.
No, of course.
So when are you heading "up north"?
Not sure. There seems to be a problem with funding or "summat".
Could be a blessing in disguise. Isn't your son staying here?
Yep. With my mum.
-OK with you?
-Yeah, course, course.
Only, isn't leaving a job when you've nothing to go to a bit...?
It's better than being sneered at.
Oh, Gemma. No-one's sneering at you.
I know you don't see it, but they are.
-Mildly raised, that's all.
Would you say something to Ms MacMillan?
No. If it was a problem, I'd mention it.
We'd like you to mention it.
-What are you worried about?
-You're the doctor.
She'd have spotted it and ruled it out.
We'd like you to mention it.
SHE BLOWS HER NOSE
Careful, you'll snort it out.
They're not in the car.
Did you look in the glove compartment?
No. Get your shoes on.
You go find them.
I need to talk to everyone without you here.
They're planning a surprise.
No, I don't want a surprise. I don't want this.
They don't understand. I don't want to do this.
I'll stand them down.
-Bloods from AAU.
-No other notes?
No, there were tons for Jacqueline Needham, but none for Micheline.
Nicked off Orthopaedics...
Can we go for a break at some point?
-What, so you can nag me about my A-levels again?
-What, something about Mum?
-Look, one sec.
Is Dr Hargreave coming?
Mr Malick's an abdominal specialist.
I need a CT scan. I keep telling him.
OK, well, your temperature and white blood count
are slightly above normal.
-What does that mean?
-Meaning we're going to do an ultrasound.
What about a full body scan?
How long's it been hurting?
-It isn't my appendix, is it?
-It's the wrong side.
-But it's nothing to do with the tumour?
I had a cancer tumour near my breast.
They removed it, they said, in November.
Right. Which surgeon removed it?
Dr Hargreave. He wrote me a letter.
Right... Dr Hargreave doesn't do surgery.
He was the contact name for any questions.
OK. And what follow-up have you had recently?
-No scans or treatments or...
The GP was supposed to arrange everything. It's why I'm worried.
Right, well, that does sound slightly unusual,
but we'll get this set up and I'll be back in a moment.
I'll call Nathan.
It doesn't seem...made up to you?
No records for an in-patient or in oncology.
But Jacqueline Needham, her mother,
died of breast mets last October. Coincidence?
Transference? Delayed grief?
She does seem like a bit of an attention-seeker.
-Guess we'll have to find out.
-OK, no problem.
Hey, can you get down here?
Hey, Tara. Can I bum a lift into town?
I'm going back inside.
OK, then. Well...sayonara, then.
Guess that'll be one less F1 fighting for a job, eh?
-How do you mean?
-For the record, I resigned.
-Majax incoming. School shooting.
Well... Good luck.
No, no, no. You're on site, you're on duty. Come on.
-Where do you want me?
-It's not as bad as expected.
-Storm in a tea-cup.
-Got capped, didn't I?
Air gun. Blinking air gun!
-Whoa! Hot nurse!
-Speak like that, I kick you out.
-So how many more?
-None. Panic over.
You guys, let's get him into bed eight.
Hey, I'm in loco parentis.
And remember, Gemma, if you can see the ball bearing,
there's no need to operate.
Yeah, technically, I'm on leave.
Yeah, well, me too. Come on.
You know how to relate to the kids on the street, right?
You guys, he'll be ready to talk after the examination.
Ms Effanga. Been in the basement?
Yeah... Ready to rumble?
Can't let my public down.
Roxanna, hi. I'm sure you've noticed, but Tara's got a raised temp at 38.1?
-Yes. She's got a slight cold.
-You think that's it?
I don't think that's anything to worry about.
-If you're worried?
Providing she hasn't taken any medication?
God no! I know it's daft, I just had to...
-You should mention anything you're concerned about.
-You think it's a problem?
You don't think there is a danger of respiratory arrest
because of her asthma?
-She doesn't have asthma.
-She had asthma as a child.
Well, she's not taking anything for it now.
I've spotted the asthma in the notes. I feel that risk is minimal.
Here's an English version.
Lin, she's not interested in your Googling.
-The sedatives cause breathing problems.
Here's the research I saw.
-Lin, please we've got to move forward.
What's your idea, Mrs Lo?
-Replace the sedatives with electro-acupuncture.
-It's been used in China.
-It's not approved here.
Look, as effective as sedatives, less respiratory depression...
It's not something I'd advise.
Enough now, Lin.
And, at this stage, any change of plan could be as detrimental
as any potential benefit.
Please, we cannot fill her head with this kind of rubbish.
SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE
Would you listen to my wife respectfully, please?
I'm sorry, it's just that we've been planning this for weeks. We cannot...
She has spent years. I have spent years.
What are they talking about?
At a guess...football.
Urgh, they're horrible!
You think they're horrible? Check out these bad boys!
Oh, you're joking. How do I not know about them?
We don't mention them. Consent forms?
-On top of the kitchen counter.
Do you think it means anything? That I left them behind?
Subconscious? Are you in there?
You need to man-up, OK?
Because this guy needs you.
Do you want to postpone?
I have to ask.
So, do you want to do this?
I'm not pregnant, am I?
-That a possibility?
What's that black lump?
Your liver. It's quite interesting actually because...
It's fine. Some stomach wall. Some shading there...
This area, if I push?
It hurts, yeah. A bit.
And you've had no bleeding?
It's all looking positive, then.
Have you been infected recent...? Have you had an infection?
Could account for the raised WBC?
What does shading mean?
It's quite hard to tell without a CT scan.
Exactly. Thank you.
Is there someone that can bring your night stuff?
No. No-one I trust.
Are you sure YOU had the cancer?
-Could it have been a mistake?
Can we leave this line of inquiry, please?
-What, do you want proof?
I cannot believe you asked me that! What? What's this?
-What, did I do it myself?
-I'll book a CT.
-How could you ask me that?! How?
-Dr Digby, follow me, please. Sorry.
-Missed an artery.
-I dodged a bullet.
You're from Broadsands, not the blinking Bronx.
How did it happen?
They were messing around and the bloody thing went off.
Accidentally. Now shut up, Callum, or you'll get yourself arrested.
-I ain't scared of no feds.
-"Not" scared. "Any" feds.
-There you go.
-Can I keep it, show my dad?
No. They'll want it as evidence.
Oh, for pity's sake.
Can we not just...?
Turn down the heat.
Look, the kids involved, they're at last chance saloon, some of them.
I have to log anything to do with firearms.
Yeah, I know, but another black mark and he's off to the sin bin.
Might sort him out.
Oh, it does that, doesn't it?
Not everyone's been brought up to be a doctor.
He'll have achieved something if he dodges Feltham this year.
Well, even if we turn a blind eye, it doesn't mean the police will.
Yeah, I know, but I can argue no harm done, though, can't I?
Oh, come on. This could really make a difference to the lad.
I'll log it as accidental in the notes.
You're a good girl.
I mean, woman - I mean, doctor.
Woman doctor. Look, I'm sorry. Erm...
Oh, and could you get me a plaster?
Girls piled in, didn't they?
Dirty fighters. Watch out for us.
Micheline? Definitely the right name?
I've had the geeks on it, but nada.
No record of any follow-up at all? For a malignant tumour?
-Yeah. She's worried about secondaries.
I can't have missed a whole patient, can I?
One step ahead of you. Slight shading only.
OK, good. I just need to ask her a few questions.
Whoa, no, no, no, no, no.
We've already had a showdown.
You find your paper trail and I'll get her pushed ahead.
-So, if you'd like to email me that documentation,
-that'd be great.
-Are you sure?
Lady streaker wants a word.
Step away from the banter, Digby. Way, way, away.
Was I supposed to arrange a scan or something?
No. Your aftercare should've been managed.
Have the hospital messed up, then?
Only with my mum, we had to chase everything.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I just feel I'm being ignored.
Well, I can assure that you have our full and complete attention, OK?
If you excuse me.
Are we going to go on our break now?
No, we need to rush Miss Needham off to CT.
-Use my name to jump the queue, all right?
-I rearranged my break.
Look, I'm sorry.
-Do you know who wanted to go on break with me today?
Kayla from maternity. KAYLA from MATERNITY.
I'm sorry, I don't know who that is.
That's OK. I know trainee midwives ain't your thing.
You're doing a good job.
-Is my bum showing?
Ollie, I have to work with these people.
There we go. Oh!
-Did your mum...?
-What has she done?
-I'm about to have my brain lopped open, I can still tell
-when you're lying!
How are you feeling, Dr Lo? Suitably relaxed, I hope?
Yes, thank you. Oh, er, baklava?
-Yes. I'm perfecting the recipe.
-She's nil by mouth.
I know, but this is to incentivise a swift recovery.
-May I have a word?
I do exist, you know? I'm still capable of conversation.
Why are voices raised?
I'm completely stuck.
Do you think, even vaguely, that airway care could be compromised
by a combination of a common cold, mild asthma and sufentanil?
Who's saying this?
Her mother. She pieced it together off the internet.
Oh, I went on the internet once.
I discovered I had hepatitis and dengue fever.
Malick Junior, a word.
Where are you going without my patient?
Sorry. He was asked to prioritise.
Oh, and how was that decision made?
She's an oncology patient... with secondaries.
Is there an ultrasound?
Oh, a tiny ulcer.
-Ergo, my blunt trauma should go first.
They're worried this lady's cancer might have been missed.
I think it's more likely that Mr Malick is pulling
a favour for his boyfriend.
I'm joking. Turn of phrase.
You told me he was going out with Dr Hargreave...?
No! Don't think I did.
Sorry, I'm just confused.
-The F1 prize wasn't for tact, was it?
-No. Academic achievement.
So, Dr Valentine's mentioned your respiratory concerns to me.
This is an accredited university. It was in Time Magazine.
Yes, I do understand but I can assure you
that Ms MacMillan is the very best in her field.
There's no chance her judgment could be wrong on this.
Really? You really think so?
I do, yes.
It will be OK, will it?
I keep trying to tell you...
I was asking the doctor.
And if I wasn't confident that the outcome would be excellent,
I wouldn't comment. In fact, I can promise you that there will be no
-Listen to him.
OK, thank you.
So, you need to present a united front for your daughter
and your wife.
Can you take this away before I go crazy?
How can you be so sure?
Oh, I can't.
You and I both know,
now we have mitigated risk for fear and flu,
the outcome is down to luck.
But you know that, don't you?
You shouldn't say something if you don't believe it.
Yes, I should. And you know that also.
COMMENTARY FROM TELEVISION
Stitched and disinfected. I reckon you can discharge in a couple hours.
Wow, that's quick work.
Ay, yes. Saw loads of ballistics growing up in the hood.
Well, our loss is Leeds' gain. "Right, luv?"
That's Yorkshire, right?
-this is a token of our appreciation.
Thank you. I wasn't expecting.
It's handy if you're on the motorway.
Or when the coach breaks down(!)
Thank you. Um...
So, have they advertised my position yet?
Er, no, we have run out of funds.
The money went to new software.
Wow. Way to feel special.
-I'm so sorry.
If it was up to us, we'd have a thousand Gemmas.
I was just curious.
Right, well, um...
Bye, then. Thank you.
-Oh, you did log the firearms incident, right?
You needed to send the red flag upstairs immediately.
Yeah, I know. I just decided not to.
-It's not our job to go grassing up children, is it?
Gemma, are you genetically programmed to seek out trouble?
-Have you wet yourself, sir?
-Ah, that's gross!
-You been shot, sir?
-Just zip it, all right?
Look, Gemma, for once, make your life easy for yourself.
-You can't win.
-Bit of help, por favor!
Kicking off, is he?
Is his dad on his way? He keeps asking.
It's just, I wouldn't mind going home myself.
It's all a bit much. Not abandoning him but...
-Got to draw the line somewhere?
-In the words of my fiancee.
Understood. I'll chase it.
She...she heard on the news and assumed the worst.
-Well, not in the job spec, is it?
Still, beats office work, don't it?
Sorry, lads. It's going to be another couple of hours, very least.
Go get doughnuts.
Now, does anyone have any more questions before we head in?
I just want to say thank you.
It's actually a pleasure.
And where will I stand?
Mum, you're not coming in.
Of course I am.
No, Ollie is. He's a doctor. It makes more sense.
-I'm sorry, there's limited room.
No. No. No.
He can stay outside.
I'm going to come clean.
-Wait till we get the CT.
-No, apologise early, then...
No point apologising for something not proved.
Stop chickening out.
Not everything has to be dragged up.
Gone off confrontation?
No. We just don't want to make a scene.
And, actually, Jake knows.
He just didn't think it was a big deal. So, work with me on this.
Jammy. As ever.
Hey, Micheline, how was your CT?
It didn't happen. The porter just dumped me.
I don't know what's going on.
Hi. I'm Dr Hargreave.
We met after your lumpectomy?
Yes, I remember. You recommended no more treatment.
Yes, I did, I have a copy of that letter here.
And now what, it's come back worse? It's spread?
There's nothing that suggests...
I am going to take you for a CT myself, now.
Thank you. That's all I want.
This doesn't normally happen.
It does. In my experience.
Tell him you want me there! You've known him what, a year?
I'm not arguing about this, Mum.
-I'm your mother.
-It's her choice.
She doesn't know what she's saying. I'm withdrawing my permission.
You don't give permission, so your view is irrelevant.
-I'm not having you get upset.
-Then don't fall out with my mum!
-Oh, so I just give in, do I?
Yes. Why are you doing this?
Lin, stop this. Just stop.
Is everything OK?
No! I'm leaving!
I can't believe this is happening.
I can't believe you're all doing this to me
when I need you all the most.
Do you have any idea how difficult this is?
You guys have no idea!
You don't know what it's like to be me.
Go and get some head space.
Tara... What do you want?
I want you to sort this out.
JAY-Z SONG PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES
-What you playing at?
-I'm on my break.
-That's not how it works.
You don't just dump a vulnerable pa...
-Jake, why are you behaving like this?
-Why do you think?
I don't know.
-Are you even my dad, then?
Or is it some kind of sick joke?
what's going on?
Oh, just forget it. Ask that stuck-up, toffee-nosed doctor!
That doesn't really narrow it down, Jake!
No, he's not fine.
But he's not going to die, if that's what you're asking.
Yeah, OK, you do that. Right, we look forward to meeting you...
..when you've sobered up.
He's off his nuts.
So, what are you going to say?
We're better than this.
It's not our job to collude with the police.
Everyone deserves a second chance.
To a 14-year-old boy?
Nope. To Hanssen.
Right. Um, is that wise?
He can't fire me, can he?
Roxanna needs to counter-sign.
Are we sorted?
If you want your mum to hold your hand, Tara...
Mummy, do you want me to get through this?
That's the only thing I want for you.
Then I have to focus on the future.
And that's Ollie.
I know it was a shock us getting married, but...
I need him.
But you're my baby.
And I'll still be your baby tomorrow.
Come on. It's their life now.
I don't want her to be alone.
She won't be.
I promise you, I'll look after her.
He's a doctor, we should be pleased.
I love her like you do.
I really do.
-I'm used to it.
Nice to be alone.
The bridal suite(!)
Mmm. Do you want me to call room service
-or shall I draw the curtains?
Can't think of anything I'd like more right now.
Right, make yourself comfy.
Don't say good...
And she's under.
Mr Hanssen, did you get my voicemail about that kid on AAU?
-Oh, OK. Well, basically, it's the principle.
If we report it, we're de facto assuming his guilt
and setting him on a potentially life-changing course.
I know Broadsands kids aren't on your radar,
but in this case you should use your power for good, not evil.
Not "not evil", but you know what I mean.
Actually, you're completely incoherent and I'm on leave.
Would you mind taking up your concerns to my deputy, please?
Thanks a bunch, Mr Hanssen. Nice knowing you!
He's waiting on news of Tara's surgery. We all are.
They're excising her tumour.
Excuse me, do you mind if I...?
She wanted a memento.
It's a bit weird, I know.
I'm now going to open up the skull.
This will expose the dura, you understand?
WHIRRING OF DRILL
WHIRRING OF DRILL
Kidney dish, please.
Storm the barricades, did you?
Did you know Tara Lo had a brain tumour?
-How did I not know? How?
Because people don't talk about each other like you think.
No wonder she wasn't bothered I'd resigned.
Your life is not such hot gossip as you think.
I said something really stupid to her.
Won't get a chance to apologise now I'm going, will I?
Swallow your pride. Tell Michael you want to stay.
-He might be able to sort something out.
Yeah, he rates you. We all do. Just do yourself and us a favour.
Severe swelling in the groin area, possible pseudo aneurysm.
-Sacha, grab a wheelchair.
-You tell me, you treated them.
-I didn't treat HIM.
Maybe that's what happened.
-Blimey, how did we miss this?
-I spoke to him...
Ballistic entry wound
and possible haematoma and damage in the femoral artery.
OK, chair in on my lift. One, two, three...
-Let's get him straight into theatre.
-I'm so sorry, I...
Yeah, it's a great note to go out on. Thanks, Gemma!
I didn't realise it was a secret.
Since when have you been in the closet?
I'm not, I'm just...
-KNOCK ON DOOR
-Are you Ms Campbell?
I'm sorry, but he said I should blow the whistle to you.
-My scan slot was given to someone else.
You're the lady with the ulcer, aren't you?
It's not an ulcer.
-Have you done an endoscopy?
-I sent her for a CT scan.
For minor shading?
No. Because Dr Hargreave failed to do the follow-up on my cancer.
He's doing a cover-up for him!
Also, I want that porter sacked.
Look, I was the one that told him to look after you.
Put my name on the complaint, not his.
-KNOCK ON DOOR
-CT results... Oh, you're here.
Is it bad?
No secondaries, nothing.
Not even inflammation?
All clear, then. Excellent.
That's good. That...
That's very good. I, um...
I guess luck was on my side.
What happens now?
We leave you to it.
I will talk you through everything you need to do, OK?
So, how did that go, Mr Malick?
Protecting your boyfriend?
Well, or not so well?
Endoscopy, rule everything out, reassurance.
Can you do it? I have to find Jake.
No, I'm covering whilst Hans Christian Henrickson keeps vigil.
Very attached to Tara Lo.
From which, infer nothing.
Wow. Mr Hanssen and Tara Lo...
-No, wrong. It's cashews.
Ah, yes, yes.
-They will ring us, won't they?
This is what it must be like.
That thought crossed my mind.
OK, guys, she's starting to wake up.
You might want to offer some reassurance?
Right. Of course.
Ice chips, to prevent coughing.
Tara? Can you hear me?
Up the Nicardipine. B/P lovely. No signs of tachycardia.
-How are you feeling?
Well, you won't be.
They've given you an anti-emetic.
Here we go...
Hello. What's my name?
And what's his name?
Does she call you bumhead?
Only in private.
TARA LO LAUGHS
Then her memory seems to be working.
OK, this is stressing me out.
I'm sorry, I thought we weren't speaking.
What's the latest?
There is no latest.
Did you squeeze the bag?
Dunking only. No sugar.
-Am I being funny?
You're being very funny.
So we agree - I am the funny one.
You're the funny one when you're on a massive dose of relaxants, yes.
# I feel good. I feel good!
# Da-da-da-da-da-da-da! I knew that I would!
# I feel good! Da-da-da-da-da-dada!
# I knew that I would! Da-dadadadadada!
-# So good, ah, ah!
# So good, ah, I got you!
# Ba-ba-ba-ba... #
This happen often?
This is great. Saving me a job. Speech fine. Memory fine.
Keep the conversation going.
# I feel nice, da-da-da-da... #
Where do you want to go on honeymoon? Tara?
Shanghai. Meet the old folk.
-I've met them.
-I mean the grandparents, duh!
# So nice, da-da... #
-It's a hen.
-Well, a chicken, yes.
-# I got you, ba-ba-ba-ba! #
-Which one's the pig?
Right, we're pinning down the danger zone. More future, please.
What sites will you visit in Shanghai?
SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE
What's that? SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE
Right, we might want to test her Chinese.
It might map a tad differently.
# So nice, do-do-do-do....
# Ba-bap-bap... #
So, do you want to be sedated or not?
I thought I had an all clear?
This is to put your mind at rest, for your abdominal pain?
I told you, it's not abdominal. Or my throat.
Anyway, it's gone.
Right. So the pain's just vanished?
Yes. After the CT. After the good news.
That was all I needed.
Do you see how, um, it might look to the hospital staff like
No, that's not what we thought.
No, he's exactly right. I needed attention.
And luckily, somebody listened. For once.
If you wanted a CT, you could've just asked.
But you don't get one, do you?
-Not unless something new is wrong with you.
-Look, if you...
-Mr Malick... Sorry.
Haseen just called. Apparently Jake's handed his notice in?
Micheline Needham's histology.
It was in the outpatient file, not inpatient.
Might need your help here.
OK, stall, I'll be back in a minute.
Just stay this side, and talk to her.
It's the relaxants.
THEY CONVERSE IN CANTONESE
Could you ask her to count to ten for me, in Chinese?
SHE SPEAKS IN CANTONESE
SHE COUNTS IN CANTONESE
She missed out seven.
Could you write something for me, please?
Oh, here we go! Saturday school!
-I don't know, I'm rusty.
-You know this.
-It's fine. It's a lot to take in.
-I don't remember.
It's OK. Don't panic.
-What's that smell?
Don't worry. This has happened before.
OK. Possibly complex partial seizure.
Can happen in the mapping procedure. Let's anaesthetise her, please.
She had a strawberry pencil. From my parents.
It says love.
Stop when I shout for you.
I didn't hear you, did I? What do you want?
-To apologise, actually.
-Doesn't matter. Forget it.
Look, you should've heard it from me. All right?
Whatever. I just don't get it.
I am your dad, J.
How does that work, then?
What, you really want me to go into details?
After I met your mum.
How can you be sure, then?
Because you're a difficult, stubborn lickle pickney
and it doesn't come from her, right?
You have no idea how to do this, do you?
I don't have much to go on.
When I was your age, I got in trouble with my dad.
He found me in bed with a boy.
Never spoke to him again for the rest of his life.
Bad for gays in the olden days, was it?
-It was the '90s.
I was just trying to protect you.
You'd been through so much. I didn't...
You didn't need any more...
What? Bad news?
My mum's dead.
I don't think it gets any worse than that.
Don't quit, J.
I like having you around.
You told me to quit. You told me to apply for college.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, good.
Well, quitting's good - college is good.
Good. Yeah, listen to your old man.
Now go away. I'm meant to be meeting Kayla.
Don't need you here, embarrassing me.
Here, Dad, can I nick a tenner?
OK. Unfortunately, now we're in...
it looks like we mightn't be able to remove as much as we'd hoped.
Just try and take out as much as you can.
Don't think she can go through this again.
I will ensure the best outcome I can.
OK, Alan, she's tachycardic. Small bleed here.
It might be an idea for you guys to step out.
-I don't know.
Bleeding now under control.
-Yep. Nearly all, actually.
That's good. That's good.
OK. We've got another small bleed again. Let's lower her B/P.
Just don't make a mistake.
I'm sorry, this is extremely difficult.
It would be better for me to have silence.
-OK, bleeding not stopping.
Not good. The brain is swelling. Sort the blood pressure.
I need to remove more.
Get some mannitol in her.
-Check her pupils.
-Please, be quiet.
Check her pupils.
Pupils fixed and dilated.
What does that mean?
That's not funny.
Feds going to do me, are they?
I think this will make it worse, yes.
My dad will have to show up then, won't he?
If I killed a teacher.
That's one way of looking at it.
Sacha redeemed himself. For once.
-I really am sorry.
-Don't apologise to me.
You should've told me.
Don't. I'm going to hear it enough when I get in.
It's too big a sacrifice, mate. It's not your job.
-Did his dad turn up?
Nice(!) Just for once, could they blinking step up?
If I see him, I'll kick his backside for you.
Nice and hard, please.
Look, is it OK if I stick around for a bit?
They need someone in loco parentis to do the interview.
That's you, is it? Appropriate adult?
You know, if I asked you to play mom, you'd have bit my head off.
I'm sorry. I've totally cocked up this placement.
I just felt judged.
You win. Now I do judge you.
You know what, in the next job just be yourself. You're good.
I really don't want this to be the last thing you see me do.
Just finish up. I'm going to take you and Sacha out for a drink.
Hey, what did I miss?
No malignancy in the lump. Why I said no follow-up.
Ah. Possibly should've checked that first up, before diving in.
Yeah, possibly. Luckily, I'm on beta blockers.
So, what, the surgeon should never have operated?
No, it would've been a close call. And with your family history...
I said genes, I kept saying genes.
You were definitely told that the original lump was dangerous?
Yes. Suspected pre-cancerous cells. But they removed them.
So they weren't suspect.
That means there was nothing bad in the first place.
Yes, I know.
They kept saying that.
But that's how it starts, isn't it? With a lump.
Removing a benign lump doesn't always mean anything more
removing a benign lump.
That's why there was no more treatment. Does that make sense?
So why were you all running around?
To give you the attention you deserve.
I thought they'd just forgotten about me.
That kept happening with Mum, it was awful.
What about the raised blood count?
Have you been taking aspirin?
Yes. Against the heart attacks. That's right, isn't it?
It's not really necessary for a woman of your age.
My mum had her first lump at 30. I'm three years ahead of her.
Look, you're a young woman. You're healthy.
The chances of you dying from a serious illness are very remote.
But it does happen.
She looks asleep.
Lin, she isn't.
-Is there no hope?
Do you understand?
It looks like she's breathing but she's not. It's brainstem dead.
I'm just incredibly sorry.
You did the best you could.
I did. I honestly did.
How did your case pan out, Dr Wilde?
Ah, well, she exceeded all expectations.
It's a real pity she's been replaced by a bunch of software.
Good to hear, though.
How did Tara's op go?
There was a complication.
Dr Lo's condition was very grave.
Yeah, but she'll make it, won't she?
She's being ventilated in ITU,
but the reality is, she's brainstem dead.
I'm sorry, I should've made that clear from the start.
Dr Lo is dead.
That's the worst breaking of bad news I've ever heard
in my whole life.
There will be an email about counselling.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to criticise.
It's all right, I'm used to your little outbursts.
Look, can I withdraw my resignation?
I'll fall into line, I promise.
I can't go for a few months without a salary and my alternative
has fallen through, so basically, if you want me to beg on the floor,
I will. When you've got a kid and responsibilities,
well, there's no shame in having no shame, is there?
There is now an unfilled F1 place. So Darwin's loss is AAU gain.
Hello, Professor Hope, how may I help?
I'll let everyone know.
So, shall I inform her GP, as per my initial instinct,
that she's liable to invent symptoms?
You really don't get it, do you?
Sorry, is that a yes or a no?
Look, me? Idiot. I just wanted to make your life easier.
Next time you feel like coming to my rescue...
I'll stick to fashion tips. This jumper looks ridiculous!
What do you reckon, Digby?
-Spit it out, love.
Direct, Malick, this is what we like.
I've just had the most awful news.
Mr Hanssen, I'm so sorry.
Well, it was a most difficult case. Thank you for your work.
On behalf of the trust,
and indeed all the staff, may I express my deepest sympathy.
Thank you. It's appreciated.
Is now a good time to...?
Yeah, it's what she wanted.
OK. The assessment is that most of the major organs are not damaged.
-Good. That's great news.
Let's do it.
I'll ask the transplant co-ordinator to come and talk to you.
Are we all agreed on this, or do we need more time?
It was her wish.
I think maybe you shouldn't be on your own for the next
couple of days.
Go home with Elliot.
Come on. I've made up my spare room.
Why would you do that?
Did you all think this would happen?
Ollie, we're so sorry.
Right, let's take a look at you.
You're a good girl, T-Lo.
I'm going to look after you, all right?
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As Tara's family gather to support her for her surgery, it seems everyone but her is looking for complications. Can they hold it together for the most important operation yet? With Jake now set to play a bigger part in Malick's life, he knows there is one more thing to talk about - will Malick be able to 'come out' to his son?
Arriving for her final day, Gemma is drawn into a tricky case involving a child and his teacher, and wonders whether she has made the right decision about her future.