After dealing with a traumatic case, the pressure is on Tara to tell Ollie about her brain tumour. Lilah's career is on the line after her kiss with Ric.
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Here's to the Hertzig Three trial.
This could help Aisha.
At some point, maybe.
She doesn't have the time to wait.
It's just a prototype - untested.
Let's do it.
As soon as possible.
It's going to work.
Congratulations, Mr Hope.
Fancy going for a drink?
I'd love to but, er...
I kind of have some plans.
You woke up early to bake?
I always do it before exams and tests.
When I'm a bit nervous, it seems to help.
I find practising seems to help.
Don't doubt yourself, Lilah, you don't need to.
# ..leave the past behind
# I can see no way, I can see no way... #
-What do you think the problem is?
-We'll find out soon enough.
-Could it be the Hertzig?
-I've no idea.
-What'll it mean for the trial if it fails?
-Oliver, I don't know!
-Forget the trial. This is about a young woman's life.
-I'm due in theatre...
-I'll keep you posted.
And how long have you been like this?
-A few days...
-A few days?!
You're worse than Elliot.
Yeah, well, you should have called sooner...
I know, I know...
So, why didn't you?
I had other things on my mind.
'Doors opening. Lift going up.'
Looking very furtive, Mr Griffin.
Say hello to Sinjin.
Oh, I didn't know you were a cat person.
Very independent creatures.
Unlike dogs. And men.
Sinjin and I have been together 20 years now.
Longer than most marriages.
You're the expert in that department.
-Very poorly, aren't you, Sinjee?
Couldn't leave him home alone.
Strictly speaking, it is against hospital regulations
to have him on the premises.
Mr Griffin, you do disappoint me.
I thought you were a maverick, not a Health and Safety merchant.
'Doors opening. Lift going up.'
My two favourite girls...
I ran into Aisha downstairs.
-It's your birthday?
-How're you feeling?
-..and she gets to spend it with...
-..her favourite people.
-We need to get some fluids in...
-How did you know?
-I clocked the DOB on the file.
..and we'll get you down for a scan.
-What a pro!
-Come on then, smiler...
# Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda... #
How are you diddling, gorgeous?
I'm fine. And yourself?
-How's the pain?
You know, it eases off when you're around.
-Guts are still aching, though...
-Any more vomiting?
So, what's the verdict?
Well, we'll run some more tests...
Any chance of a bit of grub in the meantime?
Oh! My stomach thinks my throat's been cut.
Patience is a virtue, Stuart.
-I'm not big on virtue.
-You do surprise me(!)
You can surprise me any time, Li-lo!
HE LAUGHS AND GROANS
-You need to do your final assessment.
-See you in the office in 15?
-Better make it good.
-What's the punch line?
-I don't do retakes.
-I thought so.
Will you stop treating me like an old bag?!
Go on, then.
How's the romance of the century?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
He's looking as gorgeous as ever.
Shall we just concentrate on the job at hand?
I'd rather concentrate on anything but.
OK, fair enough.
So, it's fine.
OK, it's very fine.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
Yeah, well, I'm hoping that'll be quite some time.
The case-based discussion is a chance for us to assess
your work on a specific patient, look at your investigative...
Just doing Lilah's CBD.
Do you mind if I take over?
-If that's all right with you?
Yeah, no problems.
Cool. I know when I'm not wanted.
-Before we start...
-Can I just say something?
-About last night...
Can we forget it ever happened?
-What ever happened?
-I don't want any weird atmosphere between us...
-There won't be.
I was about to say the same thing to you.
You beat me to the punch.
Consider the air cleared.
The floor is yours.
The patient is Stuart Williams, age 70.
He was admitted yesterday evening with diffuse abdominal pains
and previous vomiting.
The abdomen has gradually grown more distended
and the pain is now generalised...
How did you proceed?
We took an abdominal X-ray, FBCs, U and Es and LFTs.
Any other relevant information?
He was diagnosed with diabetes 12 years ago.
Is that significant?
Yeah, it could be related.
I wouldn't go down that route.
OK, fair enough.
What did you conclude?
The obstruction is mechanical.
Possibly a tumour.
And you're basing that theory on...?
Mainly my examination.
Would you mind repeating that for me?
-Fancy doing something tonight?
I was thinking of...getting naked and fooling around in my hot tub?
You don't have a hot tub!
-Go on, then.
Could you two come in, please?
How can you stand the smell of this place?
-You get used to it.
-What are your symptoms?
Leave it to the quacks, will you, love?
I can't believe you just said that.
This is Mr Williams' daughter.
-Look, don't start.
I think she's a bit anxious about her dad.
So, what's your diagnosis?
Well, your father was admitted with abdominal pain,
but we're not sure of the cause yet.
It must be serious if you kept him in overnight.
Well, not necessarily.
It's just a bit of gut-ache, Steph.
-Don't I know it...
-So you're considering surgery?
-We're keeping our options open...
-How's his BP?
Sorry, are you a medic?
-No, she's a PhD in Googling.
I am just a concerned daughter.
Sneeze and she thinks it's the bubonic plague.
We'll have a clearer picture when his test results come back.
-Will that be today?
-Look, get off her back, Steph!
In the meantime, how about I sort you out a nice cuppa?
The major concern is that the infection is in the pocket of the Hertzig and spreading fast...
Has it got to come out?
It's barely functioning.
So, what are her options?
We could try the transplant list.
We could. I doubt they'd consider her in this condition.
What about a replacement device?
That'd only get re-infected.
There is one other possibility.
-What do you know about the latest Christmas craze?
My kids are coming over from the States
and I want to get them something good.
Well, Furbies are back in.
Hola, Senor Delgado.
How's the pain?
-Que tal el dolor?
Still the same.
Hmm. Well, chances are you have appendicitis...
-Podria ser apendicitis.
-Cuando puedo volver a casa?
When can I get out of here?
-Well, you may need an operation.
-Podria necesitar una operacion.
Operacion, no. Tengo que ir a casa.
-No operation, I have to go home.
-You are a long way from home.
-Esta bien lejos de su casa.
-Estoy aca de negocios.
-He's on a business trip.
-Tengo un vuelo esta noche...
-I feel something right there.
Tengo que tomar ese vuelo.
Will you let him know that we have to run some more tests
before we decide on theatre?
Tenemos que hacerle mas pruebas antes de decidir
si necesita esa operacion, OK?
Damn, that accent is hot!
Your heart is getting progressively weaker.
There is a procedure we could try, it's called ventricular remodelling.
Even I haven't heard of that one.
Tara, would you like to explain?
Yes, it involves removing a portion of your heart
in order to reduce the size of the chamber.
You want to cut a piece of my heart out?
The theory being that if the ventricle's smaller, then...
Well, it'll make it easier for it to contract and pump blood.
It's the word "theory" that scares me.
It is fairly high-risk.
My alternative being...?
We attack your infection with antibiotics,
we manage your ongoing condition, and...
..and hope for the best.
But chances are I'll die pretty soon?
I wouldn't want to put a time-scale on it.
Come on, Professor Hope. This is me you're talking to.
Months, rather than years.
-Could you take a look at this?
Sorry, what am I looking at?
I inputted my dad's symptoms
and site after site suggested a mechanical blockage of the bowel.
I wish you hadn't done that.
You haven't got a monopoly on this stuff!
Look, the net's full of worst-case scenarios.
Which, in my dad's case, is cancer.
-So you don't think it is, then?
I'd rather not speculate.
It's a tumour. I know it.
It could be any number of things.
I can see in your eyes you think I'm right.
We've never had anything like this in the family.
Well, that's a good thing.
But if it was cancer, then I could have a genetic pre-disposition?
Please, you're going to drive yourself mad.
Just chase the results up!
Sorry, I do have other patients to treat,
not to mention an assessment with the head honcho.
I don't give a damn about your assessment!
-I know, I...
-All I care about is my father.
Look what mummy's got for you...
Come on, Sinjee, it's your favourite.
Worth a try.
KNOCK AT DOOR
You...You wanted to see me?
Professor Hope, welcome.
The esteemed Sinjin.
Looks...very happy there.
That's your favourite spot, isn't it?
Just wanted to check the progress of your artificial heart project.
-The Zelig Five?
My little joke.
Ah, you're a fan of Woody Allen?
God, no! The man married his own step-daughter.
It's progressing well.
But your first trial patient was readmitted this morning?
With a serious cardiac infection, yes.
Actually the infection has spread to the grafts of the device,
so we'll have to consider removing it.
It's all rather messy, isn't it?
The patient's deterioration was unforeseeable.
As long as the Trust's reputation for cutting-edge research
-And the patient's best interests remain the priority...?
Well, that goes without saying.
IN CAT'S VOICE: Bye, bye, Professor.
What are you going to do?
Couldn't tell you.
What would you do?
I would be tempted to take the chance.
You'd have the op?
Given the alternative...
But I can't tell you which way to jump.
Maybe I'll just toss a coin...
Let's talk about something else, shall we?
What happened to that interview we were going to do?
I'm still up for it.
Yeah, but not today, though.
It's my shot at immortality.
Might be your last chance to record me for posterity.
Don't even joke about that.
KNOCK AT DOOR
-Do you want a coffee?
Are you OK?
Yeah, you can forget about those Furbies.
-Just got an email from my ex. Christmas is cancelled.
Well, her new BFF just invited them to spend the holidays in Aspen.
-On the piste.
But they're YOUR kids...
Well, what's a father compared to a friend with a ski lodge?
I got no rights in this situation.
-It's not your fault.
-Is this your family?
Homemade card, just like the Amish.
Your ex-wife looks like a giant.
Well, that is seven feet of alimony.
-You must have looked so cute on your wedding day...
You only come up to her waist!
Well, maybe that is why it was doomed.
I just need you to go through the exact same examination
that you carried out on admission, OK?
Just need to examine you...
If you can tell me when you feel any pain...?
Did you examine the groin?
-Steady on, Doc.
-He said the pain was abdominal.
Yeah, you know, like the Snowman.
Try it anyway.
-Hang on a sec!
I don't let any Tom, Dick or Harriet at the crown jewels.
Mr Williams, I...
I'd rather a fella had a nose, that's all.
-I've got to do this.
-It's Mr Williams' prerogative.
-Would you mind if I...?
-No, no, no, no. It's fine by me.
You have an inguinal hernia, Mr Williams.
You'll probably need a minor op to put it right.
Why didn't you tell me it was sore down there?
It's embarrassing, isn't it?
Let's get him an ultrasound to check that the obstruction isn't acute
and let's book a provisional slot in theatre for tomorrow.
Girls groping your knackers...
He didn't say a word about...
I'm just glad you didn't mention his non-existent tumour.
-OK, we're on.
-She's given the green light?
-I want you to get the first slot you can.
You'll both be in there with me.
-OK, I'll...I'll call them.
-Er, Professor Hope?
Would it be all right if I interviewed Aisha
-for my research project?
Yes, well she suggested it and she seems really keen...
-It might help take her mind off things
while she's waiting for the op.
Fine. Keep it brief, though.
Ramona, le van a hacer la cesaria este mismo viernes.
-Es el primer nino?
-What are you guys talking about?
Senor Delgado's wife is about to give birth.
Ah, that's why he's so keen to get back home.
She's booked in for a Caesarean on Friday.
Yo ya me perdi el nacimiento de mi primer hijo.
No puedo perderme este, doctor.
He missed the birth of his first child.
He cannot miss this one.
-I had a front row seat for all of mine.
Yep, it's like watching a goddamn RTA.
Nada. Nada, nada...
Well, good news, Mr D. You don't have appendicitis...
No tiene apendicitis...
-..but you do have an appendix mass...
-Tiene infeccion de apendice...
..which we can treat with antibiotics.
..que puede ser tratada con antibioticos.
-Esto significa que me puedo ir?
-So he can go home?
Well, we'll give him the drugs and as soon as he feel up to it,
he can get on the first flight back home.
-Le vamos a dar unos antibioticos...
..y si se siente mejor, puede tomar ese vuelo.
Muchas gracias, doctor. Muchas gracias.
You love playing the big hero, don't you?
-It's a perk of the job.
-Just like you.
You love it.
# Happy birthday to you
# Happy birthday to you
# Happy birthday, dear Aisha
# Happy birthday to you. #
-Sorry, no real candles.
-You're kind of a fire hazard with all the oxygen...
-Shall I blow?
-Make a wish...
-I'll go and get a knife.
-Yep. This all your idea, was it?
Guilty as charged.
Can you believe she got me a cake when I'm nil-by-mouth?
-We'll save you a slice!
If I'm still here to eat it...
-Well, that wasn't funny.
-Oh, lighten up!
We'll share a slice later, OK? Excuse me.
I wish they'd just get on with it.
I can't stand all this waiting.
Well, if it's any consolation,
Professor Hope's given us the nod for the interview.
-Soon as you like.
I know we're short-staffed, but...
Anything I can do to help.
Bet you're a cat lover, Chantelle.
-Is there something in particular you...?
-I'm a people person.
I don't like to loom in the shadows, waiting to swoop.
Glad to hear it. Have you seen Doctor Birdwood?
-She's on a break.
-How is our new Antipodean recruit?
If you see her, would you tell her that I'd like a word, please?
Oh, is it her test results? She's been on about them all day.
I hope Mr Malick isn't giving her a hard time.
Mr Griffin's doing it.
But didn't I specifically ask Mr Malick
to take over the assessment process?
He was busy.
I had to step in.
Oh, I see.
So, you were given the all-clear for leukaemia when you were 15...?
..but by then, you'd developed the heart condition...?
Some girls have all the luck(!)
And emotionally, how did you cope with the news?
Just tried to get on with it.
Did it help to share your concern with others?
Do you mean with my mum and dad?
Suppose so, yeah.
And what about your partner?
What about him?
Well, have you discussed your ongoing treatment with him?
I'm afraid what Toby wanted was a healthy girlfriend.
What do you mean?
I am not going to cry.
He dumped me.
I could see it coming.
We were surviving on pity ever since he found out.
Annalese, I got your e-mail.
Can't say I'm pleased, but I guess that is your prerogative.
So, I will fly out after New Year's to see the kids.
And we need to discuss your plans.
I want to know when you are going to come back to the UK.
-Just checked the surgical list...
-Don't do that!
-Bit jumpy this morning?
OK. Anyway, the list...
Yeah, what about it?
You had a Mr Delgado provisionally booked in for an appendicectomy...
Yeah, it turned out to be a mass, so I'm discharging him.
-You know he's from Argentina?
-Mm-hmm. And his wife is heavily pregnant...
-So, he needs to get back...
-Isn't that a tad risky?
Well, I prescribed cef and met. That should take care of it.
So long as the mass doesn't become septic and burst...
Well, he's not showing any sign of abscess...
..in which case, he'll arrive in Buenos Aires in a body bag.
How come you are so keen to spend money on unnecessary surgery
all of a sudden?
Oh, I'm keen to avoid a international law suit.
Well, I'm sure he can have the op at home if he ever actually needs it.
You're sure about that?
No, Serena, I'm desperately conflicted
and I really need your guidance on this one.
It's definitely over?
Yeah. It's like we were never even together.
Men can be idiots.
I don't really blame him.
Who wants to waste time holding hands in a hospital waiting room?
Yeah, but, isn't that what love's about?
Love's about the truth.
Some birthday this is turning out to be.
Just for once, I wanted everything to be normal.
Boyfriend, presents, a nice meal...
And instead I get this!
I'm so sick of being sick!
-I know how you feel...
-No, you don't!
-Yeah, I do.
-How can you?
We're more alike than you think.
Your life is nothing like mine!
Perfect boyfriend, perfect job...
You have no idea what it's like to be me.
-I have, Aisha.
See? You haven't got a clue.
You've got your whole life in front of you
and I'm just the walking dead.
This was a big mistake. Can you turn that off...?
..and leave me alone?
-Done the interview yet...?
How did it go?
-What's the matter?
-Nothing, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Matilda.
-I should've cracked on...
It's not like you've made a balls up, is it?
Can you come into the office, please?
-Got my results?
You can tell me here.
Er, no, I'd rather that we went into the office.
No, I can take it.
It's a fail.
Because of the misdiagnosis?
-But that wasn't my fault.
You should have explored all the options.
Well, how much did I miss out by?
One, two percent...
And that was taking the patient's misdirection into account?
I did my best, believe me...
What do you mean?
I pushed it as far as I could.
Pushed is the wrong word...
Look, I didn't ask for preferential treatment...
It was a fair mark.
Have you seen Tara?
She disappeared off the ward, crying...
She was interviewing Aisha for her research project.
Something must have gone on between them...
She was definitely crying?
Sometimes a case like this can just get to you.
Have you seen Mr Spence?
-Is that your expert opinion?
Just translate for me, please. Mr Delgado, how is your pain?
Como va este dolor?
HE CRIES OUT
Sorry, no, I'm afraid he is going to need surgery after all.
Parece que va a necesitar esa operacion.
El otro doctor dijo que podia irme!
But the other doctor said he could go home.
I'm afraid the other doctor was mistaken.
Go on, tell him.
Parece que el otro doctor estaba equivocado.
-This is very serious.
Yeah, do you think you could actually try
-and make it sound serious?
Or do you only take orders from Senor Spence?
-What's going on here?
I am trying to explain to Mr Delgado that his condition has deteriorated
and the best course of action is an appendicectomy.
Serena, he is my patient...
Yeah, and I'm sure you'll come to the same conclusion.
-For Heaven's sake, Michael!
All right, I'll take a look at him.
You are wasting valuable time, and we have been here before.
How does that feel?
We don't want another Ritchie Mooney on our hands.
-All right, fine, have it your way.
Yeah, I was just trying to get him back home
in time for the birth of his child but, he's just the father,
what difference does it make?
OK, and what was that all about?
-What happened with Aisha?
-That's not what Elliot said.
He just caught me at a bad moment.
Do you want to talk about it?
I know you've put a lot into this case, Tara...
Which bit of "no" don't you understand?
Come back to work?
In a minute.
Mind if I join you?
You having one of those days too?
I've got a hypothetical for you.
I'm all ears.
You've got a junior that you think very highly of...
-You build a great rapport with them...
..but on the day of their CBD, she doesn't deliver...
-The sex is irrelevant...
-That'd be a first...
She's distracted, makes a very poor diagnosis...
And despite your best efforts,
you can't quite drag her overall mark up to a pass.
What would you do?
Even though it's the most borderline of cases?
You don't do the student, the hospital or your patients any good
by passing someone whose work doesn't come up to scratch.
I was hoping you'd say that.
How did your assessment go?
Don't want to talk about it.
Take a wild guess.
You didn't fail...?
Ask the boss.
I thought you'd definitely pass.
Well, maybe Mr Griffin expects a bit more of his team
than I'm prepared to give.
Why, what is it he wanted you to do?
Let's just say it was above and beyond.
And you think that's why he failed you?
Well, one minute I'm the teacher's pet,
the next minute I'm wearing the dunce's cap.
Maybe you've got it wrong?
I'm sure Mr Griffin doesn't bear grudges.
-KNOCK AT DOOR
I wanted to apologise for earlier.
I'd prefer an explanation to an apology.
I was trying to empathise with Aisha, but...
-..I may have misjudged the situation.
I compared my own situation to hers.
-You told her about...?
That poor girl has had to make a monumental decision today...
The last thing she needs is to be burdened
-by somebody else's problems.
-I realise that.
You can't afford this kind of emotional over-involvement.
Maybe it's best if you don't come into theatre today.
What? No, please...
-I'll be fine.
No. I can't trust you in there.
Me quiero ir pa' casa, pero me tienen que operar aca...
Yo me perdi el nacimiento...
It was the right decision.
Look, I know you want to please Michael, but...
What do you mean?
-Don't give me that coy look!
-I don't need to please anybody.
Well, he certainly looks pretty satisfied.
Well, right up until his little hissy fit, that is.
Sorry, I have work to do.
Seriously, watch yourself.
Our Mr Spence is like some flash, overpriced sports car,
all sleek lines and fancy features.
But you try taking him on a long trip,
and you'll soon be running on empty.
Why do you people always talk in riddles?
OK, well here's another one for you.
You should be aware that his main interest in you
might just be those...
He can't resist a nice set of jugs...
MONITOR BEEPS REGULARLY
I just wanted to wish you luck.
Sorry for having a go at you.
It should be me apologising.
Are you going to be in theatre?
Not this time.
What did you mean before?
-When you said you knew how I felt...?
-But you kept saying it, like...
-Honestly, it was just trying to...
-The more I think about it,
the more it felt like you meant it.
OK, all you need to think about is just getting better.
-What is it?
Are you sick?
You are, aren't you?
Does Oliver know?
-You ready for the off?
To be continued.
Sorry, Lilah, can this wait? I've really just got...
Why did you take over my CBD from Mr Malick?
I just wanted to...finish what we'd started.
What other possible reason could there be?
To make sure I failed.
Why would I want to do that?
Maybe I wasn't grateful enough.
You letting me retake my other assessment.
I thought we'd moved on from...
So did I.
You think this is some kind of elaborate punishment?
You said it.
You're entitled to your opinion, but my decision still stands.
We've got to stop meeting like this.
I don't need to explain how the anaesthetic works, do I?
Been there, got the t-shirt...
OK. See you in a few hours.
Oh, wait, sorry...
You can't go into theatre with this. Sorry.
Make sure you look after Tara.
Will do. Thank you.
My dad's just told me it's a hernia!
Pretty good news in the circumstances.
Why did you say it was cancer?
You told me you thought it was a tumour...
That is total...
Do you enjoy scaring the life out of people?
-I didn't, I just...
-You've cost me a fortune, you have...
-I've been out and paid for all kinds of tests.
Cos of some drongo with a blog?
You know how long it was before they diagnosed my mum's illness?
Who knows how much time we could have had with her if...
I'm sorry, but that's nothing to do with me.
-And I did not tell you your dad had cancer.
I could have your job for this.
Join the queue, mate.
Three centimetres seems to be the standard excision...
-How's it going?
-It's going fine so far...
I think we should go for an extra 50ml reduction in capacity...
-This had better be good.
-Wait and see.
Senor Delgado, you appear to have made a...Lazarus-like recovery.
Parece que se ha recuperado como el mismisimo Lazaro...
-Si. Me siento bien. Puedo irme?
-He says he's feeling much better.
Well, everything seemed to have settled down...
-So you can discharge him?
-He's already booked into theatre.
-It's a done deal.
-Because Ms Campbell says so?
-Maybe she was right about you.
Wait, what is that supposed to mean?
She said you don't see things through.
-Really, what else did she say?
-Por favor, me siento bien...
-That you only want me for my breasts.
-Tengo que estar con mi mujer...
-So, you don't like them?
No, they're my favourite thing about you...
This man needs to be with his family.
Are you going to help him or not?
Love's about... love's about the truth.
Love's about... love's about the truth.
Love's about... love's about the truth.
Cut. Remove the clamp.
Take her off bypass, please.
We'll close her up
as soon as we know the heart's responding properly.
OK, ventricle is contracting well. Good output.
Cavity's filling with blood. Back on bypass, please.
Let's find that bleed.
Sutures are cutting through, it's tearing apart.
Got it. Stitch from here to here.
3-0 prolene and pledget, please. Glue and swabs.
Got it, cut.
Back off bypass, please.
-What is it?
-Tissues are breaking up.
-They won't hold.
-Should I charge the paddles?
-The heart's too weak.
-We should get her back on bypass.
-It's giving way.
-Professor Hope maybe we...
Her heart is falling to pieces.
MONITOR BLEEPS RELENTLESSLY
He's just the same, Colin.
Hasn't touched his food for a week now.
Won't even look at his cream.
No, it's fine, there's no need.
Yes, I'll sort it out.
And thank you for all your help.
Oh Sinjee, it's rubbish getting sick, isn't it?
I'm sorry to bother you but I was told you were in charge.
How can I help?
I want to make a complaint.
We do have a procedure for that.
It's about one of your doctors. Australian, she is.
-I don't know what's up with her, but I've had a nightmare.
In what way?
You don't know what she's put me through.
-Doctor Birdwood around?
-She's on her break.
-She needed it, to be honest.
-Having a bad day.
-I'm sorry to hear that.
-She failed an assessment.
-She's not very happy about it.
-Well, not very happy with Mr Griffin.
Well, I don't know exactly what's gone on,
-but she reckons he asked her to go above and beyond.
She didn't and now she's worried that's why he failed her.
-That's what she said.
Oh, excuse me.
-Tara, Tara, no...
There was nothing we could do.
Her heart just couldn't take anymore.
What are you doing?
Taking Senor Delgado's name off the list.
-He's due in surgery any minute.
-I discharged him.
-You heard me.
-What are you playing at?
His temperature has stabilised, his pain has settled down.
Translate this, Ramona. I stress in the strongest possible terms
that it's in Mr Delgado's best interests to have surgery.
I asked you to do something.
Michael, I am not prepared to risk lives so you can impress
-your latest bit of fluff.
-My latest bit of what?
-Is the plan to work your way through the entire hospital?
-Ignore her too.
You see this woman?
She's fantastic and she has more life in her little finger
than any of you strait-laced, neurotic, Brits put together.
So whatever we do or don't do inside or outside of this hospital
is none of your business.
Well you've made that abundantly clear to the whole ward.
Great, now as for this man,
I am sending him home so he can hold his wife's hand.
..vaya con dios.
-It's my dad.
-This is killing me.
-All right, let me get this mask on.
-What's wrong with him?
-Could you get some morphine please?
All right, it's OK, we'll sort you out, we'll sort you out.
Excuse me, we need some help here.
What's the problem?
-That wasn't what I asked.
-Mr William's pain is now severe, his pulse is rising.
-Don't you die on me.
-And he's started vomiting.
-Get him prepped for theatre.
If you'd diagnosed this earlier he'd be in post-op recovery by now!
-You OK? Oliver, can you notify the parents?
-Yes, of course.
Tara, you should go home.
I need to work. Please.
OK, spend the rest of the day in the wet lab.
-Well, what was that for?
-All those things you said.
Well, you were there for me too.
I thought you wanted to keep us a secret.
I don't think I've ever had anyone stand up for me like that before.
-They'll all be talking about us now.
-Let 'em talk.
Can hold the hernia up while I separate the vessels, please?
Now hold the sac.
-Will you hold still, please.
Unless you want me to butcher him.
So what are your plans for Christmas now?
I don't know, Chinese takeaway, Sound Of Music...
You really miss your children, aren't you?
Yeah, like you wouldn't believe.
I can't have my Miguelito at home alone.
I don't know, maybe I'll volunteer for work.
Or you can spend Christmas at my place.
-Yeah. Come on, it'll be great.
OK, yeah. Thank you.
How are you bearing up?
I hate losing any patient but...
She was special to you.
To all of us.
-The Trust will need your comments on the case.
Because she was fitted with your Hertzig device.
Aisha Bose died because her heart was chronically infected.
-I understand that.
If we're spending vast sums of money on experimental technology,
then we need to see it's working successfully.
You do actually have to be ill enough to need
the device in the first place.
Perhaps we could find a patient who's marginally less ill
When I came to and saw you staring at me I thought I'd died
-and gone to heaven.
-Course you did, Stu.
Finish up OK?
Even I can put a few stitches in.
I thought that we'd agreed that things were OK between us.
But obviously thing's aren't quite that simple.
-So if this situation is too... awkward for you...
It's a lot more than awkward...
Then I'd understand if you wanted to transfer to another ward.
-Obviously, I'd give you an excellent reference...
-You want me out?
-I want you to know you have the option to move if...
You don't have to decide right now. Just give it some thought.
-How're you feeling?
-All the better for seeing you.
-D'you ever let up?
-I know you did your best for me.
-Wasn't good enough.
-It was my fault for messing you around.
-Ah, I got something for you.
It's a phone number, a psychotherapist I know.
I know I'm crackers about you but I...
-It's for your daughter.
-She needs help. This guy's good.
Just to warn you, our Steph told me she's put a complaint in.
-The big boss. Mrs...Cousins, is it?
The cherry is on the cake(!)
-Erm, Dr Birdwood...
-That was quick.
-Could I have a word?
-If this is about the complaint...
-Don't worry about that.
-It was a complete misunderstanding.
-I've persuaded her to withdraw it.
-She struck me as somewhat delusional.
But I hear you may have a more worrying issue on your hands.
-Concerning... Mr Griffin.
-Who told you that?
I want you to know,
whatever we discuss will remain in the strictest confidence.
What exactly are we discussing?
I was a nurse once upon a time and I had to fend off the unwanted
attentions of many a rampaging consultant.
-I don't want to get into any sort of...
-I understand your concerns.
You're a long way from home, you're struggling to
keep your head above water, but that doesn't make you fair game.
Too right it doesn't...
This is your career we're talking about.
You don't have to tell me that.
-Have you discussed your concerns with Mr Griffin?
-I tried to.
-And how did he respond?
-He suggested that I move wards.
-Why on earth should you be thrown out on your ear?
-You tell me.
Let me assure you, that won't happen.
You sit tight and I promise you, I will sort this out.
How're you doing?
I spoke to Aisha's parents.
-How did they take it?
-Much as you'd expect.
Must be terrible having to watch your child fight so hard
-for so long.
She was so resilient.
I know you thought a lot of her Tara...
..but you cannot let yourself get into this state over a patient.
Have you just shown up to lecture me?
No...I'm worried about you.
I thought you wanted me to be more emotional.
-I don't want you to trash your career.
Compassion's one thing but you cannot tear yourself apart...
-You think you have me figured out.
-I'm not saying that...
But you haven't the faintest idea about me.
OK, what's that supposed to mean?
-No, go on...
-Here we go, the big shut out.
-Yeah, that's right.
Well pardon me for trying to support you.
Did I ask for your support?
And the more I think about it, the more I wonder
-whether I'm the one over-involved.
Every time I think we're getting somewhere
I'm back in square one...
Who cares what square we're on...
-I do actually ...
-Well, maybe I don't...
What is going on in that head of yours? What?
What is so funny?
It's not working, is it?
Well then do something about it.
You'd let me finish it, just like that...
-Yeah, if that's what you wanted.
-What's wrong with you?
-You really want to know.
-Yeah, go ahead, put me out of my misery.
What?! What is this?
-A CT scan.
-A brain, doctor.
-What is this?
-My brain. Or to be more specific, my brain tumour.
So now, you know!
Heading for home?
Perhaps this was all my fault, allowing you to get so involved.
No, I was glad that you did.
I should have seen the risks.
You know, you can still rely on me.
Tara, this is only going to get harder.
-I know, but I...
-There will be other Aishas.
And one day, sooner or later, your secret will come out.
Before it does,
I think the least you should do is tell Oliver the truth.
I know you're worried about how he's going to react,
but I really think you're selling him short.
-I don't want to be pitied.
-You need his support.
No, I need to be left alone to get on with my work.
When will you realise this is just a job?
Living your life is what really matters.
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