Back From The Dead Holby City

All I want to do is to ask her to admit she killed Simone

and tell me where her body is.

I know you want to be allowed to die, but...

if you don't say where Simone Harris is right now, it won't be up to me.

We took her home.

She's gone into VF.

No resuss. We stand by the advance directive.

You're not suggesting a bone marrow donor?

I don't have cancer but you're not going to be on your own.

-Digby's made a tape for a girl he likes.

-Who?

Oh, no.

-LIFT:

-Doors opening.

Catch you later.

-Arthur!

-I'm trying to concentrate!

-Do something!

-Place between the between the second and...

Between the second and third and push through the intercostal muscles.

You can do it, Digs.

Attach the syringe and aspirate the free air.

-Nice work.

-All right, what have we got?

It's OK, Mr Spence! Mr Malick's here.

And me! I was here too!

-Is there no end to your talents?

-Apparently not.

'As of this morning, we are getting unconfirmed reports

'that a breakthrough has been made

'and we're waiting to find out more. According to unofficial sources Layton made...'

They showed your picture earlier, the one from the website. And there's loads of calls,

people wanting comments on how you got her to confess.

You're a very popular man.

Makes a change, right?

Is that humility? Aren't you a bit old to be learning new tricks?

Hey, Digs? You up for the appendectomy at 10?

He is. But he's with me. You have been personally requested.

Bed seven. The price of fame!

Digby.

'..Layton died shortly afterwards.'

-The glare of the spotlight still getting to you?

-I'm trying to ignore the circus and get on with my job.

The deafening sound of everybody telling how wonderful you are?

-Must be awful!

-Listen, Susannah Harris is about to go through

the trauma of finding her daughter's remains.

I don't see that as a cause for celebration.

Jonny Mac. Remember Gordon Cryer?

50s? New lung about eight weeks ago?

-Um...

-Louis Walsh lookalike?

Oh, yeah, I'm there.

Says he's been complaining of breathlessness and coughing.

-METAL TRAY DROPS

-Oh!

Not again.

Blame the Cubans.

What kind of a nation would concoct something as dastardly

as the Mojito?

Gun to your head till you drank the jug, was it?

Whoops! I think I just stood on the world's smallest violin.

-Ask Jac.

-She's on holiday.

No, she's back. So I hear.

Ah! Nose out of joint?

No. We're free agents these days. Or didn't you get the e-mail?

If only I could hang around to hear the latest instalment

of your domestic saga but I need to go save some lives.

Where have you been?

Devon. Lots of green. Lots of cows.

Oh! Nice of you to let me know.

-And how have you been?

-Good.

-Yeah, when I said, "how have you been" I was kind of meaning...

I do subtext.

And?

Nothing for you to worry about.

Oh, oh.

Well, let me apologise on behalf of the emotion known as empathy.

You know how I like my sarcasm after my coffee.

It's not unusual for the father to want to be involved.

Will you keep your voice down!

Is that a professional request?

Please, Jonny!

Sure. Think I can do that.

BUZZER SOUNDS

And on with the day.

Thank you.

Apologies, Ms Effanga, I couldn't resist.

Ah, Professor, you're breaking my heart.

I'm all coiled spring today.

Ouch. Cyclist verses lorry or pedestrian meets car?

She saved a passer-by from an oncoming bus.

She would have got my premier service. Nice work, Mr L!

Ow - I'm not designed to sleep on a sofa!

Scissors, please.

So how long you going to be at Helen's?

Until I feel that they can cope. Rachel's not great.

I had to bring her in this morning.

D'you get the bone marrow results today?

Yeah.

Hey, where's that positivity, huh? They tested all three of you.

There's a good chance at least one of you's going to be a match.

This wasn't in her notes.

Who'd have thought it?

Come on. Just crack open the industrial strength painkillers. Job done.

I'm afraid that's not how I work. You've never had this before?

It's like someone's grating my insides up.

-I've been all over the place looking for you!

-Steph?

You're lucky I'm here. Nobody knew where they'd taken you.

And just so you know, your boss thinks you're faking it!

-Miserable cow!

-What happened there?

-It's nothing to do with this, is it?

-Previous injuries can be relevant.

-He came off his bike as a kid.

-Had a few stitches.

-That looks like laceration.

So sue me. That's what happened.

It doesn't have any bearing on this abdominal pain.

Let's do a CT and find out what's causing it.

5mg of morphine, and half-hourly obs. If you'll excuse us.

You need to get better at reading the signs. Professionally and personally.

-What is that supposed to mean?

-Mr Malick.

-I'll book the CT scan.

-A word with you in private, please.

I thought I'd seen the back of that.

You are not alone.

If I'm up for it later, I'll pop and see Daniel.

Well, your immunity's a bit low and the creche is full of runny noses.

I'm not sure your dad would be very pleased about that.

You can't keep away - even between cycles!

She's been vomiting, feeling tired and nauseous.

You know chemo - the gift that keeps on giving.

Let's start her on 50 mg of cyclizine three times a day and keep her on IV fluids.

We'll see how she responds. I'll get someone to grab you a magazine from the shop.

Get up to speed on the celeb gossip.

Don't pretend you're not interested!

Thank you. First time I've seen her smile all day.

-All part of the service.

-Morning. I guess that plastic charm works on teenage girls.

I'm told it works on all impressionable young women.

Know of any?

Can you let me know when the woman in bed six wakes up?

I've got some explaining to do.

Is there a problem?

No, no, no. The surgery went fine.

It's just she arrives back on our ward...minus a buttock implant.

And what's funny about that?

They just are, aren't they?

I mean, look at her! She doesn't look the type, does she?

-Oh, Sacha!

-I was thinking of getting you a couple for your birthday.

-For the woman who has everything.

-What I want is for you to come home.

I know.

I can't stand another night on that sofa.

We miss you.

PAGER ALERT

It's oncology. The results must be in.

-Already?

-Yeah, I've got friends in high places.

OK, when I do the handover with Mary-Claire I'll come and join you.

No, it's fine. If you're busy.

No, it's important to Rachel.

I think it's best if it's just the two of us.

I don't want Rachel to feel awkward if, you know, it's bad news.

Oncology. Yeah, Sacha Levy here.

The coroner isn't disputing your statement.

She merely wants greater clarity prior to the inquest.

And given the media's fascination with Amanda Layton, you can understand why.

And where exactly would she like more clarity?

She requires more detail about WHY you took Layton back to theatre.

Her dressings came off after surgery. It's in here.

But you omit mention of why.

Look, the seals can come off by themselves.

Especially if your patient is agitated. You know that.

But the coroner doesn't.

And given the strict legal requirements

of the advance directive, you can understand her need to be thorough.

I'll get it to you this afternoon.

In my experience, coroners are not the brightest -

so spell it out for her - Layton was of sound mind

when you executed the advance directive.

Then we can all get to doing what we do best.

So how d'you like the mixtape? I was thinking about you.

In the car, singing at the top of your voice!

Yeah, you got it! Bing turning in his grave.

Bing?

Crosby.

Ah! Yes! I'll catch you later.

Not if I catch you first!

I was shouting but he had those silly big headphones on.

I had no choice but to grab him.

You did a very brave thing.

I hope he sees it like that.

I'm sure he will, you saved his life.

Though you should know that one of your implants was damaged.

They had to remove it.

So embarrassing! I hate people knowing!

Oh, don't worry about that.

It's a lot more impressive when people think it's all natural.

Especially to guys like Lennie.

-Who's that?

-The guy in ED.

-Oh, I thought you didn't know each other.

-We don't. I mean only to say hi to.

They shout his name at the coffee place every morning and you listen out for the fit ones, don't you?

-I'll let him know that you're here.

-No - it's fine. You should give him time to recover.

OK.

Rach!

Ms Naylor! Your four o'clock has arrived. Mr Arvind Misra.

55. Myocardial infarction whilst boarding a flight to Mumbai.

CT scan shows that his left ventricle was compromised

and his arteries are considerably narrowed.

-Lifestyle?

-Smokes. Drinks. Poor diet.

And the patient?

And don't settle for less! Idiot! He's trying to spank us and we're not wearing it.

-Two seconds, yeah? Customer's waiting.

-And we're not?

Tell her to button it or I'm going to pot her.

Yeah, just sort it.

Mr Misra, I just wanted to introduce you to Ms Naylor.

She'll be performing your bypass surgery today.

You any good?

Why don't I fax you a CV?

-She's good.

-You're too kind.

Cos I'm precious cargo, love.

As the care you've taken over your health amply demonstrates.

How long have you had these chest pains?

Three, maybe four years.

And you never thought of talking to your GP?

Look, lady. Some days I'm too busy to take a dump, yeah?

Let alone queue in line to see that cowboy.

You're scheduled in for theatre later today. Then there'll be no more coffee, junk food, cigarettes,

recreational drugs.

Ooh! You enjoy this bit, don't you?

Well, it depends on the customer.

My wife will be here later. She's breaking her holiday specially.

We can't wait for your wife.

Yeah? Well, I'm not going under till she's signed these.

My legacy, innit?

You're due into theatre at four o'clock.

Just give me one minute, please.

I can always rejig. I mean, what difference does an hour or two make?

No. Half-hourly obs. Repeat CT, make sure he's taking his GTN,

-and I want him prepped by three.

-What is the big deal here?

I have other things to do today.

He's nervous.

Not all of us mere mortals can do it all by ourselves.

It's always about you, isn't it?

This is my news as much as it is yours

and you better get used to that.

A man with alcohol seeping from every pore getting

tough about parental responsibility.

That's just perfect.

What else did Nathan say?

What could he say? She's devastated.

I'll keep an eye on her. And how are you doing?

I'm worried.

The odds of Daniel being a match are so low.

Daniel? Daniel's only a half-sibling.

Yeah, but there is a chance of his bone marrow being a match.

Don't you remember? I told you last week.

Oh, Chrissie, come on. We have to try everything.

Yeah, of course.

We can talk about this later.

Belinda Cartwright in bed six. She needs to speak to you.

And, I've told her, by the way.

Thank you.

We need to move quickly on this.

Yeah, I know. But we need to find out more about it before committing him to this.

All right. Well, if you want some peace of mind, why don't you talk to Serena?

She's got a friend who's a professor of oncology.

But can you do it sooner rather than later?

Bingo.

-You know what it is?

-Abdominal pains. Diarrhoea. Dehydration.

Increased heart rate.

Mr Jules!

We have some good news.

It appears you have an inflammation of the digestive tract,

otherwise known as gastroenteritis. Are you taking any medication?

You're joking! I don't even drink.

You sure?

It might be related.

It's not.

Well, probably better to let me be the judge of that.

We do plan on having kids at some point. We have trouble...

-Steph! Please! Don't.

-..in bed. So he takes pills.

You might as well put it up on Facebook while you're at it!

What are they called?

They shouldn't have any bearing on the abdominal pain

but thanks for letting us know.

We'll see how quickly you respond to IV

and hopefully you won't be in here for long.

Excuse us.

Can you sort out his medication?

I won't get any peace till I do this statement.

That coy look tells me you're the man that removed my implant.

If it's any consolation, we did a fantastic job on repairing your leg.

People won't be looking at my legs though, will they?

They'll be fixated by my wonky behind.

We may have to do more grafting on your leg,

so removing the other implant is always a possibility.

Keep your hands off! Those implants changed my life!

OK.

Let's put her on half-hourly obs in case of post-op complications

and give her 5mg of morphine, hourly please.

Thought you'd like to know - Lennie's being brought to the ward for observation.

Lennie? Here? Pass me my bag!

He's not seeing me looking like this.

I'm sure he looks a lot worse.

God invented make-up for a reason.

And I, like you, appreciate that gift.

Would you like me to order a repeat CT scan for Alex Jules?

Let's see how he responds to the IV first.

One eye on the budget. I get it.

So was I right about those scars? They were knife wounds?

We're here to treat the patients, not gossip about them, yeah?

That's the fun bit.

Look, we had a good time. Let's not spoil it.

That's not what you said before.

You're an F1. I'm your boss.

It's a little late for formalities.

I'm seeing someone.

-You said it was over.

-We worked it out.

Right.

Well, I'm happy for you.

Look, why don't you see if Michael needs you?

He looked like he could do with some help.

Happy to.

Shut the door, please.

He's still breathless, sats are down to 78% and the mask is on full.

-Right, well, let's transfer him over to ITU and get him intubated.

-Wait, steady on!

Let's get a CPAP mask first and page the on-call anaesthetist.

-What's with you, anyway?

-High on life, Mo! Ain't nothing going to sink this ship.

Let me guess...crazy ginger with mind-bending powers of seduction?

She's impossible to talk to. Just impossible!

The minute you get through one layer of defence, there's another one.

She's like the Maginot Line.

Series of concrete fortifications, Second World War.

Yeah, you lost me at concrete.

Never mind that, you're missing the point here.

Look, do you want my advice?

No. I want a hand grenade.

It's a very tricky time for her right now.

Yeah, can you page the on-call anaesthetist please?

Remember how I was? Cranky one minute, horny the next?

People treading on eggshells.

And there's my big mouth which has always been a constant source of trouble.

She told you?

Don't look at me like that.

-When?

-Jonny - come on.

How long have you known?

A couple of weeks.

There is ways of doing this.

The mother finds out, she tells the father, they share the news.

Easy.

-Tell her, not me.

-I will. I'm going to tell her! I'm going to tell her I've got rights!

I hope your parents are proud of you, because if you were my child, I'd kill myself!

Yeah, good luck with that.

-SACHA:

-'You can't lose hope, Helen.'

Yeah, we'll know more after Daniel's been tested.

I'll stay as long as you need me to. Yeah, OK.

Lennie! Over here!

They're taking him to a side room.

-I need to talk to him.

-It's just family at the moment.

Oh, come on! I saved his life.

Surely that buys me a ticket to the inner sanctum!

-Let the doctors do their job first.

-We've been flirting for weeks.

You can get me his number, at least.

Pretty please! Give a girl a break.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

I thought you were coming home tonight.

Rachel needs me there.

I'm waiting to hear back from this oncologist

who knows about a trial they're doing for teenage leukaemia.

You do know it's only an initial blood test, don't you?

Which could lead to invasive surgery.

Of course. Well, we need to explore every avenue, so...

Yeah, thank you.

I think we should look to discharge Alex Jules.

-He's responding well to treatment and his stats are good.

-I've ordered that repeat scan.

-I thought it better to be safe than sorry.

-You ordered the scan?

I was showing initiative. Or do you not like that now?

-Pull another stunt like this and you're off my team.

-You're the boss.

-Don't play games. Do a final exam. If he's OK, discharge him.

-But do you not think we should be...

'Police have announced that they are ceasing operations after

'concluding there is nothing to be found at this site.

'Hopes had been raised when Amanda Layton allegedly made a death bed confession.'

Mr Malick, are you all right?

They've cancelled the search?

-That's what they're saying.

-They can't have searched properly.

-Don't blame yourself. She's been lying for years.

-That's where they buried Simone Harris. She told me.

-That was her last words, all right?

-Who knows what she was playing at.

Are they accepting new patients for the trial?

Right, so that's still a possibility? To start when?

OK, could you ask them to let me know if there are still places?

Thank you.

The blonde nurse was getting me a number.

If she said she will, she will.

That was 20 minutes ago.

If I see her, I'll tell her to pop over.

SHE SCREAMS

Can I get some help over here, please?

What were you thinking?

I want some answers!

Stop, please. Stop. OK.

On my count. One, two, three, go.

He owes me an explanation. Who is she?

What part of "keep her under observation"

are you finding it difficult to grasp?

You have a serious leg trauma. You need to keep it perfectly still, all right? Where were you?

I was making a call.

-Pick on someone your own size!

-We need to put pressure on this and get her back into theatre ASAP.

-OK, I'm on it.

-God, this morning was a complete waste of my time!

And whilst you're in theatre I strongly advise the removal of the other implant.

-Why?

-Because I'm trying to stop you making a bigger fool

-of yourself than you have already, OK?

-Mr Levy!

I'm sorry.

Malick! Where's Malick?

What's going on?

He collapsed as he was leaving.

Acute abdominal pain on the right side. He seemed good to go.

OK. How long have you been feeling this pain?

-Pull up his CT.

-5mg morphine?

-How long?

-About an hour.

-I've already been over it.

-Why didn't you say something?

-Got it. Clot! Mesenteric artery.

-How did we miss that?

It's shadowed by the aorta. Get him on a heparin infusion stat

before it infarcts the bowel. These pills you're taking - I need to know exactly what they are.

-Not this again.

-He's trying to help.

You always have them when you stop at mine.

Look, just leave me alone!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that.

It's all right, it's all right. It's all right.

Your GP prescribed you these?

He gets them online.

Is there a problem?

Mr Malick, Mr Hanssen's PA just called.

He wants to see you urgently.

Tell him he'll have to wait.

Chantelle?

One of the porters just saw Susannah Harris come into the building.

Um...if you'll excuse me.

I can do it. I can take over.

-These are what caused the clotting.

-I can't wait to get the bottom of this one.

No! You'll not say a word.

You keep him on half-hourly obs, order a repeat CT and page me if there's a problem.

I'll talk to him when I get back to the ward.

-You're the reason I'm in here! Poisoning me with those laddoos!

-You're not supposed be out of bed!

Did you hear that? They're taking me away, woman!

If I snuff it, you remember how you spoke...

Hello? She's stuck in a sandstorm at Dubai International!

We really need to get you prepped.

Listen - I need my son here.

Someone needs to sign these forms!

You heard what the doctor said, man.

I'll make it worth your while.

I really think you're missing the point here.

I knew I should have gone private.

I will speak to Ms Naylor. But I'm not promising anything, eh?

Where are your balls, man? Or does that woman wear all the trousers?

-She's the consultant.

-Don't worry. It's natural to want to do your boss.

-I do not want to do my...

-What, you think she's out of your league?

-No!

-Forget this touchy-feely rubbish, my friend.

Modern women like a strong hand - d'you understand what I'm saying?

Yeah, I really think Ms Naylor might not agree with you on that.

Ah! My missus is the same. Hormone-crazy!

Once a month, my house is a warzone.

And when she was pregnant with Amit she even killed our rabbit!

With her bare hands. No lie.

No! She isn't...?

Oh, no, no, no! You got the wrong idea.

You and Cold Mountain? Together? Having a ba...

It's complicated.

What, because she wears the trousers?

She does not wear the...

Look. I will speak to Ms Naylor.

You - call your son.

Those were her last words. "We took her home".

You don't think she was hallucinating or high on whatever you gave her?

She knew what she was saying.

I thought she was upset by the meeting with you

and she wanted to die with a clear conscience.

And you believed her?

I'm as shocked as you that it wasn't the truth.

I don't get it.

Why would she go to the effort of lying to you

when a denial has been good enough all these years?

What could she possibly hope to gain?

Perhaps it was all a game to her.

Then she got the easy way out.

These advance directives are legally binding, Mrs Harris.

Mr Malick had no choice in the matter.

I wish things could have been different.

I know. There's only one person to blame in all this.

And now she's dead.

Lecture? What lecture?

I'll give you a lecture about a poor father

working his fingers to the bone so you can sit around drinking

coffee and or talking rubbish with your socialist mates.

Why isn't he prepped?

Jonny asked us to delay.

Listen, we had a little chat earlier and I...

Hey, lady!

Apologies, Mr Misra, but I haven't got time to hang around.

Yeah, well, your husband said that...

My what?

I'm sorry, I was just paging you to ask

if Mr Misra could wait for a family member.

-No!

-Hey, my son's on his way!

His CT has shown no change. I didn't think...

His stats are through the roof, I have a list going into the night and I have to get on, OK?

OK, that's it. Stop!

That's an order!

What?

OK. That was a poor turn-of-phrase.

She shouldn't be working. Not in her condition.

-You told him?

-You told Mo!

Mo is a medical professional.

He is a patient who thinks misogyny is an Olympic event.

Big words don't impress me, darling!

Look, I know she's your missus but she's a liability.

I am NOT his...!

Listen to me! You can't cope with this on your own.

I can.

Jac - look at yourself!

Are those...?

Aw, Jac! Jac. Jac!

Can you put me through to psych, please?

What's got into you?

Half an hour with Susannah Harris. That's what.

She's not blaming you?

She's grasping at straws.

She's lost any chance of finding her child - she's bound to be upset.

Listen. I think I've made a mistake.

I asked for a psych referral.

When we assessed Layton after her surgery,

her vacuum seal became loose and we assumed...

-Who's we?

-Me and my F1.

You assumed. You lead. He follows. That's how it works.

OK. OK.

There was a chance the damage could have been self-inflicted.

She attempted suicide?

She denied it. And we...I...was initially unsure.

So you called for a referral?

And psych ruled that she was fine. That's a good thing.

You're in the clear.

I cancelled.

You do know friction is a sign of sexual tension?

Well, that's good. He's my husband.

Bagged yourself a doctor? Aren't you the lucky one?

Now I really should ask him first.

Your fella's right. I'm pathetic.

Don't listen to what anybody says.

If this all makes you feel good, than who cares what people think.

Besides, half a fantastic rear is better than nothing!

Life's so unfair.

Sometimes it is.

They'll be along for you soon.

Phone message for you.

Bad news?

If anybody wants me, I'll be with Daniel in oncology.

You can only execute an advance directive on the understanding

that your patient isn't suicidal.

She wasn't. She was rational and lucid.

But you had doubts. Your call to psych proves that.

I think I'm experienced enough to know when somebody's suicidal, all right?

You lost a patient on the basis of your sole judgement.

-Doesn't that worry you?

-I got it right.

-Tell Hanssen.

-No.

How long before someone checks the psych log?

Look. I don't think they log cancelled referrals.

Are you sure? What if your F1 mentions it to someone?

D'you really want to spend the next few months looking over your shoulder?

I've got a patient waiting for me.

I'm saying this because I care. You could lose your job.

Do the right thing.

Psych, please.

I'll have him back to you in half an hour, is that OK?

Oh, his monkey. Would you mind getting for me?

You'll go crazy without your monkey won't you!

Mummy forgot monkey.

What's that?

So did you notice anything else about the mix tape?

Arthur, you're a really lovely guy,

and whoever that tape's for...

..well, she's a really lucky girl!

Mr Jules's stats have levelled.

I've also ordered a repeat CT scan to check on the progress of the clot.

Everything go OK with Hanssen?

Let's focus on this.

We need to make sure nothing else is missed.

I'm just worried what they're going to throw at me.

-You're going in?

-The police have asked to speak to everyone.

OK, well, why don't we talk before you go?

It's nothing to worry about.

I'd really appreciate that.

TEXT ALERT

I promise you'll be home by then.

A word. Now.

Why did you tell Belinda Cartwright to ignore my advice on her implant?

You said it yourself. There's no real reason why she has to have them removed.

-It's the logical thing to do.

-Maybe she doesn't want to be forced into something she doesn't want to do.

Neither do I!

-Daniel is my son as well.

-You went behind my back!

You're not thinking straight.

I'm trying to protect Daniel.

Exactly! Do you think I would ever place him in harm's way?

There's always risks with surgery.

You don't think I know that?

But compared to what Rachel is facing, they're nothing.

Has your professor come back to you yet?

-D'you know what?

-I

-am the one looking out for Daniel right now. You are too wrapped up with Rachel.

They're my family. I don't choose between them. YOU clearly do.

I love the girls. But Daniel is my son.

This is exactly my point.

D'you know what? You DO choose. And you've chosen THEM right now.

You just can't see it.

I'd like to know why a healthy man who's worried about erectile

dysfunction is taking pills to kill his sex drive.

You'll have to excuse me - nature calls.

Fine. Your girlfriend'll be back in five. Let's discuss it with her.

This'll sound crazy to you but I don't want kids.

No, listen. If I say no kids, she'll move on.

She wants them too badly.

Two minutes and counting.

-She wants to settle down. I'm not ready.

-But you can't have any kind of real relationship on these drugs.

Well, we manage. Her ex used to sleep around.

It cut her up. This is easier to deal with.

Alex, if there's something else...

Look, I want to tell her. I should.

But what if she leaves?

They say honesty's the best policy.

You don't believe that any more than I do.

He giving you grief?

Not at all.

Hey! Interesting design.

Sexy, isn't it? He keeps saying he wants to get rid.

The things you do when you're young.

We've organised another scan to monitor the clot.

But all is good so far. Excuse me.

Hey.

They're running early.

I found out why he's taking those pills - she wants a family,

he doesn't.

It's a little bit extreme, isn't it?

I suppose some people have trouble in saying how they really feel.

I suppose they do.

My advice with the police - keep it simple. Stick to the facts.

Susannah Harris needs peace of mind from us.

If you think that's best.

And Amanda Layton - she was cogent.

She wasn't suicidal

so we were legally obliged to honour the advance directive. End of.

Hey, I think maybe we might need that drink after all.

Definitely.

-You seen Jac?

-What did you do this time?

I think... I'm not sure but I think I might have made her cry.

The woman who watches ET with dry eyes?

Did you capture any, because I hear her tears have mythical properties?

OK! Sorry. You tried the locker rooms?

Yes. And the cafe, and the car park, and the pharmacy,

and the back stairs and toilets.

-Paged her?

-From Elliot's phone. Nothing.

PHONE RINGS

Package for Mr Arvind Misra.

Hello, Darwin. Mr T!

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Jac?

She's not here at the moment. I'll let her know you called.

-OK.

-What did he want with Jac?

There's bound to be a simple explanation. Don't go jumping to conclusions.

I wouldn't have to if she'd answer her phone!

-What do you mean, you don't know who she is?

-I don't know who she is.

I've no idea why she sent me that text.

-You're crazy if you really think I'm going to believe that.

-Chrissie - hot off the press!

The odds of this are one in 10,000!

Rachel is a very lucky girl.

That's great news. So what happens now?

I've booked you in for a family assessment with Sharon at 5.30.

Oh, and I found this on the floor in oncology.

I imagine Daniel'll be needing this when we do the new bloods.

You need some more bloods?

Didn't Sacha tell you?

He got a little upset. He wanted you.

Maybe you should speak to Sacha. Tell him the good news.

Maybe you should. He'll be out of theatre at five.

If you have any reservations,

the psych session is a good place to air them.

I'm not sure I can wait that long.

Did the heparin work?

We're about to find out.

You were right. She was in a real mess.

So I just stuck to what we agreed.

Did they ask you about Amanda Layton's state of mind?

I said she was perfectly lucid.

Good.

I mean you got psych to confirm that, so...

Did you mention the psych phone call?

No. I should have done though, shouldn't I? It could have helped.

Better off leaving it alone.

But if we tell them about psych, then there's no issue.

There isn't a psych assessment. Right, look at that.

The clot's hardly broken up at all.

But you ordered one.

I didn't think we needed it.

You cancelled?

HE SCREAMS

Let's get him into theatre! Tell them we'll be down, straight down.

OK, Alex, take it easy.

Some bloke called Hope is cutting me up, yah?

That's a joke, innit?

So how's your missus?

They found a straitjacket small enough for her yet?

When's your son arriving?

Couldn't even be bothered to bring it in here himself!

If you wanted him to be here, why didn't you just ask him straight out?

When was the last time you saw your son?

I work, you know!

You shouldn't need an excuse to see your kids.

A little birdie tells me that a certain fiery red-headed consultant

was last seen near haematology.

Thank you.

There are certain criteria that need to be

established in cases like these that are clearly defined.

We all know what needs to happen, so can we just cut to the chase?

And how do we do that?

We demonstrate a willingness to let Daniel donate.

And then you can sign all of this off,

And are you willing?

Please can you stop answering a question with another question!

It's so frustrating.

Chrissie's still getting used to the idea.

But I promise you that we are both

fully aware of the emotional impact that this can have.

I've seen this process test the strongest of marriages.

Oh, we're strong. Stronger than strong.

Chrissie?

Of course we are.

And we're very keen to let Daniel donate his bone marrow.

At the moment, you seem nothing but angry to me.

Scissors.

That tattoo - we had a kid who came in about a year ago

with something similar.

Must be a popular design.

That tissue is necrotic.

Would you like to take a look at this?

Caused by an occlusion to the mesenteric artery?

Look at the damage to this bowel. There's ischaemia.

How long was he taking those hormones for?

Well, he gave me the impression it'd been months.

But with this damage, I don't think so.

Right, I'm going to have to cut it away.

The kid with the tattoo came in with a knife wound.

A fight between gangs.

Someone's not telling the truth.

That's brilliant. It's just brilliant.

-I'll break the good news to Rachel, shall I?

-I can't believe you're trying to blame me for this.

-You didn't hear a word she said in there, did you?

-I heard the bit where you tried to sabotage it.

That is not fair. If you hadn't tried to bulldoze your way through today,

Rachel wouldn't be in this position.

Don't worry. We can go back tomorrow We HAVE to talk about this.

What kind of doctor and dad am I if I can't help my own daughter?

Sacha! Listen...

Mr Levy.

Oh, great! Whilst I'm at my most attractive!

How long's she been like this?

Five minutes. I think it's the morphine.

-Where does it hurt?

-Where doesn't it?

Oh, dear. Oh, no.

Ms Cartwright?

What's it doing up there?

Please stop staring! Please! All of you!

Get her an ultrasound - let's find out what's going on.

-PHONE RINGS

-Looks like it might be ruptured.

Somebody answer that phone, please!

Yes, hello... Gemma?

Good work.

I think we should refer him to psych - find out what's going on.

And maybe this time listen to what they have to say.

-Have we got a problem?

-I know when I've been played.

I've done what is best for Susannah Harris.

Best for her or best for you?

We both believed Amanda Layton when she denied tampering with those dressings.

We're not qualified to make that judgement.

This job is all about making judgement calls. Nothing is black and white.

If you can't handle it, you've chosen the wrong career.

Mr Malick!

Apologies this has taken so long. The weekly log you requested.

-I would have come up. Saved you the hassle.

-I'm afraid there's no record of a call on the day

you were enquiring about. A thousand apologies.

It's not a problem.

If you're so sure you've done the right thing, why are you so desperate to cover your tracks?

LIFT: Doors opening. Lift going down.

Going down?

LIFT: Doors closing.

Thanks for earlier. I know it can't have been easy.

I just wish we could have done more.

You've done everything you can.

I have visited corners of this hospital that I never knew existed.

Go away, Jonny.

Why is Elliot's name up on the board?

I'm feeling a little under the weather. It happens.

Hence your appointment with Mr T?

I can't deal with you today.

Spit it out, Naylor!

You don't have a monopoly on impatience.

That restaurant in the bay have come back with a cancellation.

Look, I've no idea when I'll get off.

We could do with a night away from this place. Together.

OK.

It's for 9.30.

How did Hanssen take it?

Yeah. Good.

You didn't tell him?

I've sorted it. No-one will ever know.

-I know.

-Sometimes the end justifies the means, Nate,

even if you can't see that.

It's just an early scan for the endometriosis. I can book another.

You should have told me.

I did try.

I want to be involved. I want to help.

That's two different things.

OK. Well, tell me how I make them one and the same?

How should I know? I'm making this up as I go along.

But if I wanted a husband I'd get one, so however it works, it's not going to be like that.

I thought my impression of an alpha male was pretty damn good, actually.

Next you'll be referring to me as your missus.

You should know I would never, ever do that. Come on...

That's an order!

I'm joking.

You see what I did there?

Don't touch me.

These cuts were pretty deep. Must have been painful.

Too right.

Butterfly or good old-fashioned flick-knife?

It's cool. My cousin got caught up in a gang, so I know how it works.

Look, I was 15. It's history.

Is it? The surgery shows you've been taking these pills for years.

Alex, you're scared of something and it's not being a dad.

I know what I'm capable of.

You need to talk to someone. These pills will kill you.

Some people would think that's justice.

Alex, if you don't talk to someone voluntarily then...

-I'm going to have to escalate this.

-Yeah, well, Steph can't know. You can't let her find out.

She won't. I have to...respect patient confidentiality.

Malick. Hanssen wants to see you. Urgently.

He's going to have to wait. Hey, Dominic.

Our man's agreed to see psych.

He's battling some pretty big demons.

PHONE RINGS

Mike Spence.

This woman needs to know what he is.

What he WAS, and it's not our decision.

Another one of your judgement calls?

Malick! That was Hanssen again.

Whatever you are involved in, leave me out of it. He does NOT sound happy.

Tell him I'm doing my job.

You should go.

See what Hanssen thinks about your professional judgement.

Where are they going?

Oh, there was a bit of a problem.

They're being moved to another ward. Right, that's you done.

If I were you, I'd do the same. I'd be looking out for Daniel.

Well, that doesn't mean I can't look out for you as well.

Dad's more scared than I am.

Right. Come on, then.

You know how your mum hates to be kept waiting.

You know I love you, right?

You never say that any more.

But you're such an idiot.

Excuse me?

Chrissie's the best thing that's ever happened to you and we all know it.

Oh, Rachel...

Shut up and listen.

Yes? I've shut up.

Not to me. To Chrissie.

All she wants is for you to hear what she's got to say.

I'm afraid it's not as simple as that.

You're doing it again. Zip it.

Come here.

-Is it true what he said?

-Look, I don't know what's been...

He said you could have stopped it!

You had doubts about whether she was suicidal!

They weren't significant. Not enough to stop me using the advanced directive.

She confessed so that you'd let her die. Didn't she?

It wasn't like that.

A deal. You get to be the hero. She gets to die.

She played you.

I did what I believed was right.

Such amazing arrogance. You thought you could outwit Amanda Layton.

And now I will never know where that woman buried my daughter.

Mr Malick. Would you step this way, please?

Alex Jules, bed six, wants to speak to Mr Malick.

I'll deal with it.

Thank you.

You wanted something?

I was dealing with your mate.

You're dealing with me now.

No, you're all right. I'll wait.

Go ahead. He's already brought me up to speed with your case.

You want to say something, say it.

Why's Lennie gone?

You know why.

I've read the texts you sent and I'm not easily shocked,

but really, some of those things!

I stopped him committing hari-kari on the A122. He owes me.

He was running away from you. He's accused you of stalking him.

That's not fair.

Look, I've stood in your shoes.

I know what you're looking for - but this isn't the right way to find it.

We can't all be as lucky as you, can we?

As we suspected, the implant has ruptured.

So we're going to have to remove it.

You got what you wanted.

Good things do come to those who wait.

He's trying to help you. We both are.

I know.

Just have to raid the piggy bank for some new ones, won't I?

That'll teach me to interfere.

You weren't to know it'd rupture.

Chrissie...

..I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

For everything.

Come home. We've got a lot to talk about.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I'll let Helen know I can't do tonight.

No. Come back home.

You want me to get that doctor you like? You look awful.

What is it?

-Just go.

-I've got another hour yet.

-I mean go. Leave.

-What's wrong?

I keep trying to tell you.

Babe, you're starting to worry me.

We don't work. You know it.

You don't mean that.

There's a reason the sex doesn't work.

But you said it.

Yeah, I lied. You're the reason why it doesn't work.

We can work through this.

We love each other.

Love isn't enough. Now just leave me alone.

Where is he? Where's Dominic?

You know what you've done? He suspended me!

Malick! Calm down!

I won't do it. I won't lie for you.

-Both you and I know what this is really about.

-Malick, go.

My ward and I'm the last one to know anything!

This is crazy.

You need scan. I have machine.

And how does this fit in with nobody finding out?

-The longer you stand there...

-Will you two hurry up!

OK, now this is going to be very cold.

Yes, I know the drill.

Has anyone seen Ms Naylor?

I think I saw her heading to ITU.

Come here.

Oh, that's freezing!

Yeah, well, I did warn you.

It's all OK.

No going back now.

Stick it to your fridge. I know how you love a cliche.

I can't very well deal with Mr Misra if there's no-one to do the handover, can I?

Professor, sorry. Arvind Misra.

55. Scheduled for a coronary bypass graft.

Right, let's get him straight through.

How's the missus?

All good, yeah. But she's not my missus, though.

Mistress, eh? Get in there, tiger!

Exhausting though, aren't they?

Listen, you'll stay with me, yeah?

Yeah. The NHS not so bad after all, is it?

Handing me my coat, Channers?

Oh...no, I didn't mean that.

It's fine. It's fine.

It's going to be fine.

I've had Mr Cunningham on the phone, extremely concerned about the press.

He wanted to know all the details.

I'm sure you spared him none.

Whilst Mr Malick is wrestling with his own demons, I think

we should endeavour to protect him from one of ours.

If only the world were that simple.

It'll be over in one minute, OK, baby?

All right, now just keep looking at Mamma. I'm here, Mummy's here.

Good boy.

-All right.

-That's it. Excellent.

There we go. That's it, we've done it now.

We've done it now, baby.

Well done, well done.

Good boy, Daniel, Good boy.

HE GRUNTS

Night, Arthur. Take care.

Yeah, see you.

What are you doing here, Nate?

Dinner. Remember?

I'm a bit beyond dinner.

Let's just go to your place, then. I'll cook.

I need to be on my own.

That is exactly what you don't need.

I should have done what you said.

So stupid.

Yes - on both counts.

You're going to beat this.

We'll make sure of that.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

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