All Tomorrow's Parties Holby City

-Spoke to Jas, she passed on the news.

-What news?

Annalese, getting married again. I assumed she'd told you.

Why would she? I'm only the father to her kids.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

What does that mean?

She's died.

Did you know that he's been sleeping in the on-call room?

She's not there any more. How do you live with a ghost?

Am I going to die?

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

Oh, we're strong. Stronger then strong.

-Chrissie?

-Course we are.

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

RTC straight from the scene. We have head injuries and chest trauma.

Right, let's get a line in and let's put her into bed eight please, bed eight.

Thank you.

How's Rachel?

She's OK, thanks.

And the rest of the crew?

Chrissie's a bit wobbly but... nothing like a crisis to bring people together.

Morning. Oh, that's not bags, darling, that's luggage.

Mary-Claire, you got my pneumothorax?

Yes, let me just get your notes.

Sacha.

Oh, hi. How's Daniel?

He's fine. We were a bit late this morning so I had to take him straight to the creche.

He really wanted me to give you this. He made it for your birthday.

Birthday? You kept that one quiet.

Er, yeah, we're not going to make any fuss, because...

Knees-up postponed until further notice. Yep, got it.

Right, looks busy. I'm going to go and get ready.

Oh, Chrissie, I meant to say - um, about Daniel's tests.

Paeds are going to call through with the results so I gave them your number as well as mine.

Right. And how's Rachel?

She just wanted to talk about my birthday.

It'll be all right.

Sacha, the telephone transfer from the ED - a Mrs Nina Armitage.

Great, thank you.

Serena, I am dealing with a colossal screw up.

And good morning to you, too.

My ex in the States has just dumped my daughter on me a week early

so she can go play with her boyfriend.

Do I need this information?

Well, anyway. Jasmine lands at the airport TODAY at three. I have to pick her up.

Which would mean you cancelling this afternoon's list?

-Yes, not an option, I'm afraid.

-Come on, she's just flown eight hours across an ocean, her mother

-and father are divorced...

-Look, I have already had to reschedule Malick's list for his leave

and now you want me to do the same for you - why?

-Because you haven't organised your life properly?

-Whoa!

Well, I'm sorry, but if you'd let me know earlier, than maybe, but come on.

Ooh, is this yours?

-Hey, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

-I was going to say, it's Jonny's.

-Not any more, it's not.

-That is so good.

-Chow down any harder, you're going to choke.

-So will you when I shove it down your throat.

-What are you doing here, anyway?

Transfer from AAU. The guy arrested during rugby training had to be resussed.

Go on then - off you go.

Anyone seen Dr Valentine?

Er, no.

So, do you want to tell me what happened?

Just kind of starring in my own silent movie these days.

-Right.

-Can't step outside without getting a plank of wood in the face.

A plank?

No, no. Not really - just...

I was up a ladder in the living room about to start doing some

decorating, and...timber!

-Right. And what about this?

-Yeah, I thumped me head on the wall on the way down.

Must've been a nasty fall.

Oh, this isn't your first time in,

it says to you were in twice last week. Is that right?

-Is that sore?

-Yeah, just a little bit around my ribs.

Right. Now, have you any idea why you keep falling?

Uh, you doctor - me nurse.

-You're a nurse?

-Yeah, paediatrics in Manchester.

Well, not any more, cos we've just moved but...

Any existing conditions?

Nothing on file, no.

Well, Nurse Armitage, we're going to run some tests

and we're going to fix you right up.

OK?

OK.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

Oh, man...what you doing?!

Dr Valentine?

What time is it?

I over-slept. I'm sorry.

Go home.

No, it's fine, I'm fine.

Just go home.

-Do you know what, I'm happy to just leave it like this.

-Come on.

It's no big deal - you must've seen a dislocated shoulder before.

A few. Ignorance is bliss. I know what's coming.

He used to play rugby.

Dislocated two fingers and a knee, so he's an expert.

Rubbish at rugby, mind you.

Do you feel that?

At least the morphine's working.

What do you mean, at least?

Oh, Mr Griffin!

Oh! Oh, you sneaky...

See? Done and you barely felt a thing.

So um...I can go home now, can I?

Well, actually, this bump is what I'm most concerned about, right here. Anything on the CT?

ED have already done one... Sorry.

-Right, I'll chase them up.

-OK. Let's make sure you're OK, before we let you go. Yeah?

PAGER BLEEPS

Be right back.

Do you know what? I really need to pick my kids up from school.

Can't somebody else do that for you?

Your husband?

No, we're not...any more.

Right, is he still around?

Yeah, he is. I don't want him picking them up, though.

I don't actually want him anywhere near them - or me.

PHONE RINGS

I'm going to give my cousin a ring. Is there a payphone?

My mobile's out of charge.

Sorry, I'll get it for you in one minute.

Hello, Sister Williams?

No, he's not here at the moment, but you CAN talk to me.

I'm his wife.

Are you honestly going to hire one of those to pick up your daughter?

They're for hen parties really - you know, lots of women's legs hanging out windows.

-Too cheesy?

-She'll think she's a pop star.

Well, I did get her tickets to Glastonbury already.

Wow!

Will she like that? It's very muddy.

Are you an alien?

All right, hands up - but,

she's 13 years old - I have to pick her up. I don't have an option.

What's got into you lately, Michael? You losing your boyish enthusiasm?

-Excuse me?

-I've just seen your list. All very safe and routine.

-Trying to keep your mortality figures down?

-What does it have to do with my daughter?

Sebastian Channing - metastatic melanoma with abdominal and liver metastasis.

You examine him, and I will try to sort you out.

Grateful, very grateful.

Do you think if I sit here and shout loud enough my cousin will hear me across town?

-Excuse me?

-The wheelie phone - I did ask the sister for it.

Oh, yes, sorry, I forgot.

I'll bring it over as soon as she's finished.

You OK?

Mm.

Right, so how come you've been in here so often recently?

Just getting me money's worth.

You and I both know that's not normal.

-What you getting at?

-You said that you and your husband are separated.

Presumably he still sees the kids. Does he come to the house?

Yes, sometimes.

All right, you can tell me this is none of my business but...

Has this something to do with him?

You're seriously barking up the wrong tree.

OK. I'll get the phone.

I swear I wasn't drinking.

So if I were to run a tox screen...

OK, one shot of whisky, about midnight, just to help me sleep.

I wouldn't be here if I was hammered.

So how come you were still asleep at 9.30?

Because I was up half the night.

-With patients?

-No! With me.

Look, I sympathise, but this isn't doing you any good or the ward.

-Actually, what are you still doing here? I told you to go home.

-I don't want to.

I'd already decided I was going there tonight. I know I can't keep avoiding this

but I am on the list to work today.

All right. Once again the benefit of the doubt goes your way.

Connor Burns, our arresting rugby player. He's all yours.

-Thank you.

-I must be soft in the head.

You said you moved from Manchester?

-Yeah.

-Recently?

Couple of weeks ago.

That'll explain why I haven't got all your notes.

I'll get them to chase them up for me.

Don't worry, it's Helen. It's fine.

-Sacha...

-Oh! I said no fuss.

-Oh, well, they're hardly going to believe that, are they, coming from you?

-OK, come on.

Surprise!

# Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you

# Happy Birthday, dear Sacha Happy Birthday to you. #

CHEERING

Well, not exactly a champagne breakfast.

But you got to have a little celebrate, whatever.

Actually, it's a big celebration.

I've just got off the phone to paediatrics - Daniel's a definite match.

Oh, my God!

That's brilliant.

You look a little dehydrated.

Yeah, I keep pouring water down me but I'm like a sieve.

Well, the IV fluids will take care of that.

-So when did the pain come on?

-Um, been grumbling for a few days but bad last night.

Can I?

Ooh, sore?

Don't worry, Mr Spence will sort it out.

Let's give him ten milligrams of morphine, please.

Soon as that kicks in, you'll feel a bit better.

Oh, and your ex-wife called.

Just wants confirmation the package has been delivered.

A riddle! I like riddles.

Package - meaning...?

-My daughter's coming from the States.

-What, to here?

Yeah, but she is 13 years old, man,

so you can get that glint out of your eye.

"In Sicily, women are more dangerous than shotguns."

The Godfather, right?

So where're your folks?

Um...

my dad's on his way from work and Mum should be here too,

at some point.

OK. Be right back.

-Didn't get carpeted then?

-Huh?

For sleeping on the job.

-Bit of ground to make up. Should be OK.

-Lucky boy.

-Dr Valentine.

-Connor Burns.

You going to tell me what happened?

You cool with this?

-Yeah, man whatever.

-So?

Went morning training, still pretty jet-lagged, just got back from Australia, actually.

-Australia? Whereabouts?

-Queensland.

-You professional?

-Hoping to be.

Need to bulk up a wee bit first. I've got the skill, you know.

They were talking about a contract out there, actually.

And this morning?

Uh, yeah, I was just hit pretty hard.

Dinesh, this big Fijian prop,

built like a tank, man, he just hit me and that was that.

-Do you think it's my heart, eh?

-We'll see.

Aw, listen, mate, no way!

I'm a fit guy - you can bounce ping-pong balls off these.

Well, I'll run an ECG and I'll let you know.

PHONE RINGS

It's Helen. Every time Rachel coughs or sneezes, I get a text!

Well, she is her mother.

Yes and...

I'm a grumpy old sod.

Have you told them the news?

No, cos I've got to sort this first.

Chrissie, you have to be OK with Daniel doing this.

Yeah, I AM OK with it.

Mrs Reece?

X-ray.

Thank you. Sorry.

Nina, where are you going?

-Nurse said I can go.

-Which nurse?

I don't know, she didn't say her name.

-But your CT...

-You know what, to hell with the CT.

I don't want to be in here like a sitting duck.

Look, I've got a massively important day coming up

and I just need to be making things right for my kids, so if you'll excuse me.

Nina, can you just stop a second?

-What?

-Hold your head still.

What?

This is bleeding out. You're going nowhere. Can you get Ric, please? Thank you.

Come on. Come on.

I've put Seb on hourly obs.

And his abdomen?

Probably another mass - the cancer's metastasised further.

OK, palliative care only, then. We'll get him stable, then transfer him over to St James's.

I know he doesn't have long but palliative only? You don't think we should try and help?

-Nothing invasive - he's too weak.

-Yeah, I'm talking ultrasound. Just to see what's going on in there.

OK, your call. Oh, and I have managed to rejig your list.

You get the afternoon - that do you?

-Yeah, that's great. Thank you.

-Welcome.

Great news about Daniel.

He'll be OK. The procedure's pretty straightforward.

I'm sorry?

Harvesting the bone marrow.

He's three years old!

Hi, can I help?

Dunno, love, can you?

I've just been told my wife's in here. Nina Armitage.

Second sloop, please.

I hope I wasn't interrupting back there.

No, no. Not at all.

Which means I was.

Chrissie's...

It's just now's not the time for indecision.

Rachel needs a transplant right away - chemo's doing nothing.

Ties, please.

Understandable, though. Only child.

Natural that she's going to be concerned.

Tying off.

Could be just a matter of letting the dust settle.

Not trying to force the issue.

Well, dust settling takes time - and time is the one thing we don't have.

Right, Seb. Some news - we're going to...

Before you get into it...

uh, you and I both know this is a one-way street,

so just, don't promise any miracles.

OK, I will give you your options, you can call the shots,

you tell me how you want to play it.

I've had this long enough to make friends with it

but one thing scares me - pain.

That we can help you with.

But first we need to figure out what's going on in there.

Hi.

Here we are again then, eh?

This is my dad, Kevin.

Yeah. I'm Michael Spence, Seb's consultant.

How you doing?

Good.

You want to bring me up to speed, then, on this latest chapter?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Nina's likely to be unconscious for some time.

I can wait. Were a bad fall, were it?

You don't know?

No. Only what I've been told.

She won't want you here.

-Why not?

-I think you know the answer to that.

No.

OK, there's some concern over the cause of her injuries.

What do you mean? Are you saying I had something to do with it?

I'm saying that Nina would be happier if you left her here, under our care.

So the next time I see her is going to be in court, is it?

And that goes for the kids too, presumably.

Oh, she hadn't told you that, then? Custody hearing.

That's why I'm here. Worried about her and TRYING to keep things civil.

-I'm sorry.

-Are you? Well, thanks a lot for your help.

I think I'll wait around.

So that confirms the cardiac arrest. Did you order a CT?

Yep. I'm on top of it - I just wanted to keep you in the loop.

There are a couple of things.

Firstly there's trauma - he got tackled hard before he collapsed.

But also...he's just got back from Queensland.

I wondered, maybe he picked something up.

What like, a dose?

I was thinking more a tropical disease.

Exotic. Ah, pelvic X-ray - should've been in with the rest of his stuff.

Right, thank you. Nothing obvious there?

No, it's not exactly classic cardiac arrest material, is it?

Neither was that Bolton player, erm...

Muamba.

PHONE RINGS

-Darwin.

-I wanted to mention the lymph nodes. I want to rule out lymphoma.

-Right, have you got his blood count?

-I'm on it.

It's for you. A Mr Lo.

Tell him I'll call him back.

Which reminds me, I'll be driving past Tara's this evening

if you'd like a lift.

Sure. Thank you.

Good. Right, let's contact Keller, shall we? Get a biopsy done.

-He says he'll wait.

-I said I'd call him back.

-All good?

-Yeah, yeah. Routine.

-You know why she's been wanting to get out of here, don't you?

To get away from her ex. He's just turned up.

Oh, right.

Domestic violence, I'm sure of it.

You don't think you're kind of jumping to conclusions there?

No - I think the police should be called.

It's up to her to report him to the police,

I don't think it's any of your business.

Wow, that's a bit harsh.

It's cos I'm having to learn to be harsh today, aren't I?

Chrissie, I saw your face when you told me about Daniel.

Now, we both have to sign this consent form. You have to be happy about this.

What are you asking me? Am I happy that I'm putting my child at risk?

-But that's not what's happening here.

-Well, there is a risk.

-It is minuscule.

-It doesn't matter how small.

There is a risk - and he's my son.

We have to talk about this, you know. We can't just pretend.

OK. Am I happy? No, I'm not.

There. That's what's causing the trouble.

Another tumour, right?

Going to call this one "Fin".

As in Jaws?

As in what they put on the end of French films.

We were told that Seb had maybe a couple of months

but this changes things, right?

Well, it is difficult to...

Yeah, I get that but come on, what we talking? Days? Weeks?

Er, you are going to need to be heavily sedated for the pain

within a day or two, so...

I would strongly consider getting your mother here.

OK. That's not going to be easy.

She's working away on business in Uganda.

We didn't know - we thought there was time.

Do you want me to call her?

Yeah, call her.

Right.

Pretty weird bunch, huh?

You haven't seen my stethoscope, have you?

-How's it going?

-Mr Burns? It's in hand.

Proving to be something of a medical mystery.

Dr Valentine's playing Sherlock.

If you need a Dr Watson, I'd be delighted.

I'm fine, thank you.

Good idea. Why not?

I'll see if Mr Griffin can spare you.

Do you honestly think I would do this if I thought it could harm him?

Do you honestly think that?

I don't know.

I don't know what to think any more.

He's my son, too.

I just don't get this. I'm a very fit guy.

You don't look like this by sitting on your dingers.

I do 50 chin-ups and 100 press-ups before breakfast...

But if you've got something that's not working properly, it can cause major problems.

Just stay cool, yeah - don't panic, we'll sort it.

I'll be right back. Anything you need, OK?

Sorry, you are OK with me sticking my oar in, aren't you?

Harry, mate, look, it's not personal.

I've got a lot of ground to cover with Professor Hope, you know...

Oh, right, OK - so you don't want me stepping on your toes.

I'll just purr along in the background.

I'm not going to take any credit or anything but...

-you don't want to hear it?

-No, no, no, please...

-OK. Well, when he said Queensland

it reminded me of this tropical diseases paper...

-Er, I said tropical disease.

-Did you? OK, well there's something called leishmaniasis

and it can get right into the heart valves.

I think she'd go for the pink, do you?

Buses run from the airport to here on the hour every hour.

Or he could spend a small fortune and burn enough carbon to

wreck Micronesia in one simple airport trip. I dunno, which one should I choose?

Are you in theatre with Mr Spence today?

No, not today. No amateurs on the flight deck.

Got to keep those mortality rates down. Limos and league tables - it's all about the presentation.

Yeah, that's right, Digby.

Serena, Seb Channing - there's a tumour on the small bowel mesentery.

We could remove it.

-We?

-OK, you.

Ah. Bit too risky for you?

Look, his mother's on the other side of the world - if we do nothing, he'll die before she gets back.

-And if we operate, he could die in theatre.

-Your call.

Hey. How you doing?

It went well. No problems. And your cousin called.

She's going to pick the kids up for you.

And your ex was here.

Ryan?

He's gone now.

But when you're feeling better,

you've got to do something about this.

There's no way a man should treat you like this and get away with it.

Chrissie, can I have a word, please?

You're wrong.

About what?

About Ryan, I just spoke to him.

-No.

-Come on, come on.

Can you tell Sister Williams what you just told me, please?

Sure. I don't know where you got this stuff from - from her...?

-No.

-But I've been in Newcastle working these last two weeks.

Now, if she's been in the hospital in that time, it's not because of me.

I mean, it's the first I've heard of it.

-OK.

-You don't believe me?

My boss, OK? Press dial. He'll tell you.

Not that he should have to.

It's all right. It's fine. Obviously.

Look, there's a cafe in the entrance.

If she wants to talk to you, I'll call you, OK?

I've messed up again, haven't I?

A little touch, here and there, maybe.

All right, let's go and speak to Sharon.

-She's a family counsellor, that's what she's there for.

-Chrissie,

we haven't got a lot of time here.

I mean, without his bone marrow, Rachel's going to die, no question.

-I know.

-OK. Now, he's in the creche. Let's just get him to paeds

just for a few pre-op tests - just to get the ball rolling.

Please?

Come here. Come here.

Here we go - leishmaniasis.

"Causes early-stage ulceration on the skin."

-He got any of that?

-No.

-You've checked?

-Course I've checked.

Plus it's rare in Australia - only affects remote populations of kangaroos.

Is the guy at all jumpy?

Shouldn't you be on AAU?

Good news, I've spoken to Mr Griffin.

He says he can spare you for a little longer.

I bet he can.

-You OK?

-I've got a bit of pain in my chest.

-I'm just panicking a bit.

-It's OK. I'll have a listen.

HE BELCHES

-False alarm, huh? Nothing to worry about.

-Actually, it's not your call.

Let's book him in for an MRI scan as soon as possible, yeah?

You're a geeky kind of guy, right? Do you know about reincarnation?

Er...it's a common belief...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, but like if YOU could come back as anything,

what would it be?

I mean, apart from Beyonce's bra strap.

No, you're more of a Taylor Swift kind of guy.

Yeah, man - you got that blonde thing going on!

All right, Digby. Thank you.

Seb, this is Ms Campbell, she's...my boss.

Morning.

-Morning, Boss.

-Now, we've been discussing the possibility of removing your tumour.

-OK.

-It wouldn't be a cure, of course, you understand that?

-Course.

-But it might buy you some time.

But - until you are actually in theatre, Ms Campbell won't

know the full extent of the problem.

And we do have to consider your chances of surviving the operation.

OK. So, you don't know what's going on in there

and the operation could kill me.

Nice.

By "some time", you mean...?

Oh, I can't answer that precisely

but you might be able to see your mother.

Yeah, I finally got through. She's trying to get a flight.

Right.

OK, you need to talk this through. Both of you, together.

It's a massive decision.

Sure.

I spoke to your ex.

And it seems that domestic problems aren't at the root of all this.

-I never said that they were.

-OK. So, what is then?

Presumably, these trips to the ED have all followed similar blackouts?

You didn't think it worth investigating?

Nina?

I said I didn't want you here.

-It's just so I can tell the kids...

-What?

-That you're OK.

They're worried about - you know, the court case coming up and...

-Yeah, well, don't do it then. Don't go there.

-OK. Fine. Don't stop me seeing them and I won't.

-Ryan...

-Will you just go, Ryan - will you just GO?!

Another time, Ryan, please. Please, thank you.

Oh, my eyes... they're really sensitive...

Keep your head forward. No, no, no. It's fine. Just breathe.

-Just breathe.

-I'm hurting everywhere.

OK, OK.

-I'm OK.

-That's it, come up.

I'm OK. I'm OK.

I'm going to get you an MRI.

Just to see if anything's going on.

Connor Burns' MRI results.

Ah! Mitral and tricuspid regurgitation. There. Agreed?

Absolutely. But why?

-Dental work! Dirty dentist.

-No, I checked.

OK, so...he... kissed a pig's head for a dare.

What?

It's the kind of thing rugby players do, isn't it?

-You coming?

-Where?

See a man about a dog.

OK, hands up, I am struggling to diagnose this.

So, have you noticed anything, any difference in her lately?

No.

She's not like she used to be. Not at all.

In what way?

Paranoid - massively.

She's totally convinced I'm going to take the kids off her.

Well, you are taking her to court.

It's not my doing. She's stopped me seeing them.

So she's... her personality's changed?

Yeah, I suppose.

She used to be really...

steady, you know, never got upset...

PHONE RINGS

Sorry, excuse me.

Sorry, I've got to take this.

Hello? Yep, speaking.

OK, I'm on my way.

I'm sorry, I've got to go.

So you know - the limo's booked.

Pink with a karaoke machine.

-Perfect.

-Sorry, you're probably busy.

Er, no - it's OK. What can I do for you?

Seb's going for the operation. He wants to see his mum.

OK.

The only thing is, he wants you to do it.

Well, Ms Campbell's perfectly capable.

I said I'd ask.

Serena, Seb Channing is going for the operation

and I'd like to lead, if that's OK with you.

Oh...right.

And Jasmine?

If we get him in soon, I'll finish on time.

OK, Connor.

Now there's something called leishmaniasis,

but we don't think it's that.

-Is that good?

-Yeah, that's very good.

OK, tell us again, you went bungee jumping, white water rafting...

Oh, yeah, man! That was awesome - we found a dingo floating in a river

and coach tried to fish it out with a paddle...

Can we please just stick to the medical?

We got lost. There were leeches everywhere.

-Now we're cooking. Leeches!

-Why are you writing that down?

We made our way back that night, right, the coach - he is whacked out,

so me, Dinny and a couple of the boys, we let slip to a couple

of boozers and before we know it we're ten down,

and I mean, look at the size of me - I am steaming!

And we end up in the Nanung Parlour!

The Nanung Parlour.

-Right, this is getting us nowhere. Thank you.

-What? Hang...

Seb, I just want to check with you again -

you're aware of the stakes, right?

You're the guy.

Anyway, whatever happens, I absolve you, my son.

All will be well.

Just a second.

It'll be OK.

It's a PFO. A hole in the heart.

You didn't know he had this?

Just been told.

So what are they saying about Daniel being a donor?

Well, we can still go ahead, but we need a second opinion.

Me? I'm obviously not paeds trained.

Yeah, but you're still cardio.

OK.

Well, with a PFO under general, there's a risk of an embolism.

It's a tiny risk but...it's there.

What's Chrissie saying?

I haven't told her yet. I came straight here.

She's already in two minds - when she finds out about this

she'll just pull the plug on the whole thing.

Even so, you have to tell her.

Sacha?

Yeah.

Reminds me of white water rafting in Tibet - I was thinking

the Tuo Tuo River, but Jonno knew the Dam Qu had it beat.

Oops.

-I'll have those.

-We are actually trying to work in here. Trying to figure out a diagnosis.

Well, I am anyway.

I was just trying to see which theory flew the furthest.

And an interesting set of theories it is, too.

Blame Columbo here.

The Nanung Parlour? What is it?

Well?

Thank you.

-Can you see it?

-Yeah, it's not great.

It's wrapped around the superior mesenteric artery. Dammit!

Well, what do you want to do? It's irresectible.

No, it's just going to take a little longer. Dissecting scissors, please?

PHONE RINGS Will someone get that?

-Hello, surgery.

-'It's Mr Griffin, Mr Spence, please.'

Mr Griffin.

Yeah, Ric, what is it? I'm busy.

-'Jas has called me. She's arrived early.'

-What? You're kidding me.

-'No, I'm not.'

Great. Uh, all right - tell her to wait by information...

-'No, you need to go and pick her up.'

-No, Ric, listen. I'm in theatre right now, I can't.

OK? Just tell her to wait. Thank you.

-Jasmine arrived?

-Yeah, plane's early.

Oh, dear.

Everyone else had a nipple done, but Dinny paid off the owner to ink me.

It's not a bad job, actually.

And the owner doesn't usually ink people?

No, it's a piercing place. Nanung - it means the bone thing that they do. You know, through the nose.

-But you got inked anyway.

-Yeah, but this isn't what's made me have a heart attack, is it?

Well, we need to run some more tests but yes.

You've got an infection - it's got into your bloodstream and into the heart valves.

How bad is it?

Not as bad as it could be.

So I'm going to be OK?

Now that we know what it is, yeah.

Scalpel...

Suction?

Argh, we have a bleed.

Yep, got it. Got it.

You're out of practice. Do you want me to take over?

No, 3-0 Vicryl.

Come on, man, hang in there.

He's doing OK.

Scissors?

Nice job.

Really? We're just back at square one.

Listen, we all want to help this young man but if we carry on

like this, we're going to end up with no blood supply to the bowel.

-So?

-So a bypass would make him more comfortable.

No, that wasn't the intention.

-It's what we can achieve.

-Well, it's pretty much nothing.

Michael, face the facts.

You know as well as I do, it is inoperable.

Listen, mate, I was going to say there's a party tonight at the nurses' house.

I know you're probably into being on your own right now and stuff, so no pressure.

No, that sounds great.

Any other night but tonight. I've got other plans.

There you go, mate. Here's my number.

-If you change your mind, give me a call, yeah?

-Cheers.

-Well done with Connor.

-Thanks.

I'll be finished at five. See you down in the car park.

It's great that you've started to talk to each other,

but don't be too hard on yourselves.

This situation would present a challenge to any family.

Yeah. Um...

Maybe we need to slow things up a little.

Maybe I've been rushing things.

No, you're right.

We don't have time for that.

Maybe if you could explain really clearly

exactly what it is that you're frightened of?

That he'll die.

Chrissie, I need to tell you something.

What I need from you is...

just to focus on Daniel - and me, just a little bit.

I know that sounds really selfish,

and I know my maternal instincts are holding everyone else hostage...

..but you have been so wrapped up with all of this, understandably...

..but I know what it's like to lose a child.

I've told you this - you know all of this.

What happened?

It was a long time ago.

But it's important.

I had a daughter.

She had brain damage.

And she died.

And I do not want to go through that again.

Chrissie, I'm so sorry.

OK.

Sacha, you said you had something you wanted to tell Chrissie?

No.

It's fine. It doesn't matter.

Mr Channing.

Seb is OK.

And the tumour?

Well, we did everything we could but the tumour is inoperable.

Have you told him?

No, he hasn't woken yet.

I am sorry.

Yeah, I bet you are.

Should've just accepted things as they were, shouldn't we?

-We were trying to give him the best chance possible.

-And in doing so, you raised his hopes.

He was ready, his head was right.

-Mr Channing.

-No, you promised...

-If you remember...

-And you've let him down.

It was all talk, wasn't it?

When it actually comes to doing something it's, "Oh, we tried our best."

Well, your best isn't good enough

because now we're going to have to stand and watch my son in pain.

Even you.

Especially you.

'Lift going down. Doors closing.'

This is what happens when you leave the child to pack luggage.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

So where is he?

Uh...

I wouldn't do that if I was you.

Not even a note.

-Where you going?

-Wait here.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Have you got some news?

The MRI showed up some scarring in the myelin - that's the sheaves

around the nerves of the brain - and everything's beginning to add up -

the vision problems, abdominal cramps, sudden collapses.

To?

We'll need some tests to confirm it but it looks like it might be MS.

That's what you were thinking, isn't it?

The GP had run some tests so it was on the cards.

And do you understand what this means?

So why didn't you say?

Because we're going to court.

I mean, how is that going to play with the magistrate?

The mum's got MS - how is she going to be able to look after them?

Dad's got to be a better bet.

He's not having them.

Listen, I don't think he wants them. Not full-time.

I just think he wants access.

Tell me to mind my own business

but if you want to be with your kids, you're going to need support.

Ah, there he is.

Jas has just been giving me some tips about the US

since I'm going to be training there.

Look, I had some time, so I thought I'd go and pick her up.

Thanks, Ric.

Don't mention it. Glad to be of help.

Hey, it's good to see you.

Nice welcome, Dad - thank you.

I'm sorry, I was stuck in theatre.

Excuses already - that is so disappointing.

Wow, you sound just like your mom.

Look! All right, I'm sorry. We're getting off on the wrong foot.

-I was worried about you.

-So worried, you left me with that weirdo Arthur?

All right. Look, take this fiver, go down to the cafe.

Get yourself something to eat - then you come back, sit in my office and don't move until I get back.

Clear?

-Mr Spence?

-Yeah?

The limo guy keeps calling. He's still at the airport.

-Great.

-It's just, he charges by the hour.

Even better. What?

Uh, Seb Channing's conscious and asking for you.

Hey. How you doing?

Have you spoken to your father yet?

No, I think he's gone home.

The doctor, the geek guy...

-Ah, Digby.

-Yeah, he said he left a little while back.

Tried him on his phone but he's not picking up.

Things didn't go so great, did they?

I'm an expert with bad news.

The nurses get a particular smile - and the geek's avoiding me.

Can we wait for my dad?

I don't want this on my own.

Yeah.

How long will she live?

People can live long lives with MS.

Can I ask? She thinks you want full-time custody - now is that

something that's come from you or is that something she's just made up?

No, I told her. When she wouldn't negotiate.

And is that something you want?

Does this change things?

Well, yeah.

She won't be able to look after them, will she?

Well, she will, in the immediate future, with medication.

In the longer term, who knows?

But as long as the kids have got both their parents,

-presumably you'd want them to have their mum?

-Course.

If I could talk to her like a normal human being,

then we could sort it out.

And the court?

It's not going to happen, mate.

You could make it work.

Hey?

Me?

Yeah. Can you get me some water, please?

So will you return my call, please? Seb is asking for you.

Thank you.

-His father's still not answering his mobile?

-No.

Well, I've got a whole vault of minor childhood disappointments that

-I could offer up in support.

-Sure, Digby, that'd be great.

No, I just meant that - well, parents have their reasons, don't they?

Mmm, you got a vault full of those, too?

Jasmine, she was really looking forward to coming, wasn't she?

Yeah, she was.

Think I'm going to have to break the bank now just to make it up to her.

All right, Digby, what is it?

Come on, hit me with it - everyone else has.

No, well - I think the overspending dad is just a bit...cliched, isn't it?

Really? I thought it was kind of old school.

-I don't know Jasmine, but...

-No. You don't.

I just think that you should...

You can still be her Napoleon.

It's not very cold.

Doesn't matter. Sorry.

I'm not actually a nurse, you know.

I know.

My dad's a doctor here.

Yeah. You're a Spence, right?

-Yeah.

-Your dad's a great guy.

He really pulled out the stops for me.

See you, then.

They cool?

I think they're talking about what colour they're going to paint the living room.

Listen, we still need to talk.

-What's this?

-The consent form for Daniel.

Signed.

Right.

There you go. Panic's over.

I'm going to go and pick him up.

Oh, nearly forgot.

Happy birthday.

See you at home.

You want me to come in with you?

No, thank you.

The place is going to be full of her, Ollie.

Which makes everything tangible again.

Not easy to handle but not entirely a bad thing, believe me.

Thanks for the lift.

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-Latte, no sugar?

-Course.

So shall we start again?

What's it worth?

Let's just get one thing straight.

I'm not changing my schedule just because you're here.

-You're going to have to fit around me.

-Fantastic.

OK, so Saturday mornings I like to get breakfast then

I go out to a movie.

Sundays, I like to get a deep-dish pizza, hang out with some old friends...

-Your old friends?

-Mine? No, come on. I ain't got any.

OK, you do this every weekend?

Yeah, except for when I go clothes shopping.

I missed you, Dad.

I missed you, too.

-And I'm sorry.

-It's OK - I get it.

Great. Let's go out and get something to eat.

Give your mom a call, let her know everything was OK. I just got to go do one other thing.

Oh, and for God's sake, do not mention the airport!

Hey, Seb.

I think we should have that conversation.

My dad still not picking up?

No.

Do you want to do this another time?

What other time?

Am I going to be around when my mum gets here,

that's all I need to know.

Seb, I honestly don't know.

We did our best but things are less certain now.

Look at me.

-It's OK.

-No, it's not.

Somebody's got to stay strong.

It's harder for everybody else.

Do you want me to stick around?

No, no, you've got your own family to see to.

All right, look, this is my card.

It's got my mobile on it.

Call me, any time - whatever you need - day or night.

I mean it.

'You have one old message.'

'Oi, Ollie, can you pick up? It's Tara. Are you there?

'Pick up, bumhead. I've forgotten my specs.'

BEEP

'You have one old message.'

'Oi Ollie, can you pick up? It's Tara. Are you there?

'Pick up, bumhead. I've forgotten my specs.'

BEEP

'You have one old message.'

'Oi Ollie, can you pick up? It's Tara. Are you there?

'Pick up, bumhead. I've forgotten my specs.'

BEEP

HE SNIFFS

Harry, Oliver Valentine. Are you still going to that party?

Great, well, I'm on my way.

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