If I Needed Someone Holby City

HE SOBS I don't think I have ever felt

this lonely in my entire life.

I've got a bottle of fizz in my fridge,

I was going to celebrate my last shift at Holby.

Oh, go on then. You're a long time dead.

Pulse is present. I'm going to get you out of here, all right?

No worries...

My hand, it got crushed.

How badly crushed?

So. What went wrong?

We tried our best. But it wasn't good enough.

Maybe we could find a way to keep him on.

You've always been far too sentimental about him, Ric.

We can't afford to carry passengers.

What if we paid him half his salary?

Makes sense. After all he's half the man he used to be.

Ah, Mr Malick! Good to see you up and about.

I expect you'll be wanting this back?

HE GASPS AND PANTS

TEA TROLLEY APPROACHES

Hello.

I was wondering when you'd come round.

How long have I been out?

48 hours - give or take. Got a card for you here.

Signed by all the staff. Well, except Hanssen, of course.

He left before I could get it organised.

So, you're the boss. Certainly am...

At least for the time being.

And my first priority is to get you back on your feet.

I'd rather you concentrated on my hands. How's Chantelle?

She's stable.

Have...have you got any questions?

How long before I'm back in action?

Any questions I can answer.

Coffee? Oh, thank you.

Mmm. Remarkable. What is?

Zosia March starts today. My new F1?

Urgh, junior doctors are the bane of my life.

Some of them can be a bit of a challenge.

But, you know, young minds... Fresh energy...

Teaching can be such a joy, don't you think? Urgh!

Take a look at her grades. Top of her class in every department.

Her clinical excellence matched only by her questing intellect.

There's bound to be something wrong with her.

Well, now, that is the wrong attitude.

Yes, she's bound to make mistakes.

But as it says in the Trust's Guidelines for Junior Doctors,

we're aiming to "develop a genuine learning environment

"and not one of blame."

What...? What? What exactly are you doing?

Hopefully making your life easier, Professor.

I've placed your books in order and now I've been tidying your desk.

My books WERE in order. The good ones were on the top shelf,

the mediocre ones in the middle and the erm... Rubbish?

..were on the bottom. Well, next time, I'll check with you first.

Yes, if you wouldn't mind. What do you mean next time?

Oh, I'm Zosia. Your new F1? I do apologise, Professor.

I was only trying to help.

No, no! Please, please! There's no need to apologise.

Please, call me Elliot.

I'm absolutely thrilled to be working with you, Elliot.

I realise that my desk, like my mind,

may seem shambolic to most people, but to me it makes perfect sense.

Interesting.

Stethoscope.

I'm here to learn from you, Elliot.

Ah! Duty calls. Are you ready?

Of course. Good. Yes, after you...

Now, I hope you don't mind being on the ward,

but it seemed like a second home anyway.

Which reminds me...

I promised I'd give that son of yours a call.

He's been worried about you, as have we all.

Please, tell Jake not to worry.

I just don't want him to miss college cos of me. I'll tell him.

Stop fussing, I told you! I don't need a wheelchair!

Go easy on Arthur.

He's still beating himself up about what he had to do.

Listen. If you need someone to talk to...

Talk to who?

We have a very good counsellor here.

Seriously, Ric. You don't have to worry about me. OK?

Mrs Gray?

My name is Griffin. I'm the surgeon who'll be operating on Kelly?

How is he?

Well, his injuries are quite serious, but try not to worry.

My colleagues and I will do our very best for him.

Do you need something to calm you down before your procedure?

No. Do you?!

I'm sorry, I, just... You - what?! I was just, um...

I know well what you meant! I don't need mollycoddling, thank you!

Actually... Could we go somewhere quieter?

Yeah, you just read my mind... Oh, I can't wait!

Good morning! Who have we got here?

MUSIC BLARES THROUGH EARPHONES Eden Fancourt, 16 years old.

Good morning, Eden. I am Professor Hope.

This is Dr March. Hi.

Eden's here with his mum, Anja.

So what brings you in today, Eden?

She did. Eden collapsed after breakfast,

complaining of breathlessness.

Sorry... I can't believe it's really you.

I beg your pardon?

Professor Hope, I've been writing to you every month for over a year,

begging you to take on Eden as a patient. Oh?

You only replied once. And that was to turn me down. I'm sorry.

It doesn't matter. You're here now.

OK. We'll review in five minutes...

In the meantime, he needs? An ECG?

Very good. This way. Thank you.

Arthur's been waiting to apologise. Not just to you, but to Chantelle.

The poor guy's been practically camped out in front of her room.

I'll have a word with him.

OK, you sure you want to do this?

Hey, it's nothing I haven't seen before. OK.

Now, these were taken on your arrival at the hospital.

Where exactly did you train? Castle Frankenstein?

HE GROWLS Mmm! Friend! Good!

So what now?

Well, I would like to start on a fast-track rehab programme.

How fast? Between 12 and 18 months.

Nah, I don't think so. What does THAT mean?

I doubt it'll take that long.

Look, I think I'm already starting to feel movement.

Come on, Malick. Now, I have treated injuries like this before.

It's always a long haul and there are no guarantees.

So don't kid yourself.

It'll be weeks, months even, before you regain any movement.

And if anyone has a shot, you do.

Ow! Sorry.

Right, you see the signs of atrial fibrillation here?

There's no surprise there, as we've already been told about that.

Otherwise...

OK, erm, Mrs Fancourt...

What if we see your son in about a fortnight?

Please! You've got to do something now!

Well... Let's get things in perspective.

Don't send Eden away. What if he collapses again?

Next time, he might not get up at all!

How bad is it?

It's not bad. It doesn't look like there's any tissue loss.

Could I see? Well, let's wait till after we suture it.

No. I want to see it now. There's a mirror in my bag.

OK. Fine.

That'll look nice on parents' evening.

Arthur - can you suture?

Um... Isn't he rather young?

Frighteningly young. But he is one of the best.

What at? Needlework? I'm afraid that doesn't impress me.

Could you do it? OK. No problem.

That wound on your arm looks very deep.

Can you wiggle your fingers for me?

OK, good. Again...

Excellent. Arthur, will you hand me the suture, please?

Come on.

Um, um...it's Malick. He's um...he's gone.

What? Oh, for heaven's sake.

Well, what are you waiting for?! Go and find him!

Yeah.

Malick?

Not now, Digby.

You shouldn't be up. CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY?!

OK, and breathe out, thank you.

OK, your chest seems clear.

You're about the right weight for your age.

Yeah, so are you. Eden. Professor Hope is a brilliant man.

Show some respect.

Dr March, why don't you take Mrs Fancourt somewhere quiet

and take down Eden's details while I run a few more tests.

I don't really want to leave him. Mum, I'm 16!

All right, then. Be good for the professor, darling.

Right, Well, maybe you could talk us

through exactly what happened this morning?

Well, it was just like Mum said.

I was getting up from breakfast... And I got out of breath.

You don't seem breathless now.

Yeah, but I'm sitting down, now, aren't I?!

Look. Do you admit I've got a dodgy heart?

I've seen dodgier, but, yes.

Well, my mum's worried about me.

And you're supposed to be some big clever doctor.

So don't you think you should do something?

I thought I said get out! Dad!

Hey. Hi. How's it going?

Yeah, not bad.

You're looking sharp. Been somewhere nice?

Just been to a funeral. And I've got my radiotherapy this afternoon.

Sorry. Me and my big mouth.

Well, you weren't to know.

By the way, welcome to Darwin.

Thanks. Delighted to be here.

You're pregnant! Very observant of you!

You should think about a career in medicine!

I didn't mean anything by it... No, of course not!

In fact, it fascinates me that even the brightest women,

women who have slaved for years to build careers,

still have this urge to make babies.

You think I have an urge to make babies. Erm...

And what urge do you think I'm feeling now?

So, I see Eden first had surgery in 1996.

Yes. If you don't mind me asking,

what's it been like to be the mother of a boy with heart problems?

Do you want the short, four-letter version or the long version?

The long version, please.

I know the food in this place ain't up to much.

So I done a bit of shopping for you. Super foods.

Apples, Brazil nuts, bananas.

Thanks. Now you can go. I've only just got here.

I don't want you seeing me like this.

Too late. I've already seen you. Anyway, it's all arranged.

They gave me time off at college. Here. Let me help you with that.

Look, look, look, it's nothing personal.

I'm just not ready for visitors.

Well, Ric said I could visit any time I liked.

Anyways... You don't look THAT bad.

I saw worse things than this every day when I was a porter.

Malick! Why did you get out of bed?

Digby's been telling tales on me again, has he?

Malick, we're not nagging you just for the sake of it.

Every time you get out of bed, you delay your own recovery.

You're right. Sorry.

Don't bother with that dressing. Digby, prep Malick for theatre.

Not in front of Jake.

Oh, you know what, you're just doing my head in! Jake.

Now, Digby.

Jake, Jake.

Look, your father has suffered a devastating injury.

And he's struggling to come to terms with that.

He may never regain the full use of his hand.

So you mean he's screwed?

That's not a medical term, but, yes. He may well be.

Please don't repeat that to him. Or anyone else.

Look, I'm not a noob.

No, I'm sure you're not.

Look, we're all big fans of your dad, Jake.

During the coming months, he's going to need all the love

and support he can get.

He just told me to sling it! Well, I'm asking you to stay.

He needs you - even if he doesn't know it yet.

You do realise I had no choice?

It was either your hand or your life.

So, knowing how important my hands are to me,

you made a...executive decision.

Malick, I'm sorry.

Dr Digby, the man who puts the "F" into F2.

Are you really going to let him speak to you like that?

I was considering it, yes. What's it got to do with you?!

You're behaving appallingly. I think you need to apologise.

What?! Shut up!

This man CLEARLY saved your life! Apologise to him!

There's really no need, actually. Fair enough.

And you can shut up, too. Sorry. Did I ask you to stick up for me? No!

Can't you see the way he pushes you around?! It's relentless!

You need to break the cycle of abuse,

stand up to him, for God's sake!

"Break the cycle of abuse"?

What?! Been reading too many self-help books, have we?!

OK, what's all the noise about? Ask her!

I'm asking you.

Please, Malick.

I need you to rest, not pick fights with other patients.

Oh, so what, I'm a patient now?! How else would you describe it?

Dad, you've GOT to stop this! I thought I told you to leave!

You're being a jerk! Quit it, will you?!

What's he doing here? I told you lot, no visitors, all right!

Shout all you want! I ain't going nowhere!

Get this man to theatre, before he alienates anyone else.

HE PUNCHES THE TABLE

Hi. Hey.

When was the funeral? This morning.

I made a terrible fashion faux pas.

I was the only one wearing black. Everyone else was in pink.

Why didn't you mention it?

You didn't know Tim very well.

Yeah, that's not the point, I would have gone just to support you.

Well, I didn't think. I'm sorry.

I'm sure you don't tell me everything about YOUR private life...

Doctor, Doctor, there's a man in bed four who thinks he's seen

a spider!

Is this a joke? No. I only know one spider joke...

What do you call a big Irish spider?

Paddy Long-legs. Paddy Long-legs.

Right, OK. This is Graeme Court, he's 38, he's crashed his car,

OK, he's got a compound leg fracture, mild concussion

and he's complaining of stomach pains and...spiders.

Please... Please. Get it off me. Graeme? There are NO spiders here.

HE GASPS She caught me...

No-one's got you. You're perfectly safe with us. Black widow.

Did he say just what I think he said? Black widow?

You DO know this species isn't native to this country? Don't you?

Well, on the off chance it is a bite,

I suppose we need some antivenin.

Right, have you done this before?

Maybe. Dunno. Can't remember. Basically,

all you have to do is pedal as hard as you can, for as long as you can.

Got it. OK, start you on easy mode. So... Whenever you're ready.

What? Is there a problem? No. Then why haven't you started?

You said "whenever you're ready". I wasn't ready.

Eden, I do have other patients to attend to.

I was nearly ready! I was just about to do it!

But you made me take the mask off! I apologise.

Right, can we get started now?

Good, faster.

Why did you stop? You know why! I'm ill!

My Auntie Agnes, she's 86 and has just had a double hip replacement,

she could pedal faster than that.

Well, ask her to do your stupid test, then.

And where the hell is my F1?

If you fight the system, you're branded a troublemaker.

But when Eden was a baby,

the medical establishment practically wrote him off.

His heart was misdiagnosed as hyper-plastic, that means...

Yes, I know what hyper-plastic means.

When Eden was five weeks old they sent my baby home to die.

But I demanded a second opinion and proved them wrong.

That's why I've never trusted doctors or surgeons. Interesting.

So what makes you trust Professor Hope?

Sounds so silly. Please. I like silly things.

I think I was guided to him. Who by?

I don't know. It's difficult to explain.

Some kind of benign presence that watches over us all.

Spiritual beliefs can be a very effective coping mechanism.

How did we get onto this anyway?

Weren't you meant to be asking me about Eden's medical history?

Well, as his mother, you are an integral part of that history.

Are you analysing me?! Um...

I don't believe this! You people are all the same!

This morning... Just before you went breathless...

Talk us through what happened. Nothing. Mum and me were arguing.

Well, I don't call that nothing. What were you arguing about?

I want to go to New York with the school.

But my mum says I can't cos I've just been to Italy.

So, let me get this right.

You found you couldn't go to New York and then you collapsed.

Could the two events possibly be connected?

Look, I AM ill. I've got FA. You said so yourself.

AF, actually. But close enough.

And you knew, if you lay on the kitchen floor,

your poor mum would book you a holiday.

It's not my fault I've been brought up badly.

OK, can you get dressed please?

Ow!

I think you're despicable!

I beg your pardon? Don't play the innocent!

You asked this young woman to give me

a psychiatric assessment. I did nothing of the kind!

Come on! How gullible do you think I am?!

You've obviously decided I'm some hysterical old bat

suffering from iatrophobia! Iatrophobia?

Come on, Eden. I'm discharging you. Well, you can't.

I'm already discharging him. EDEN GASPS LOUDLY

Now look what you've done! That's really quite good(!)

Well done. BAFTA nomination's in the post.

No. This is real. Oxygen.

Trolley - quickly.

HE GASPS

Bang. What?

I said bang.

There's an elephant in the room and I was trying to shoot it.

I think you missed.

OK. Let's say this out loud.

You didn't expect to be operating on me.

And I didn't see it coming either.

It feels a bit weird, right? Right.

Well, nothing's really changed. We're all still on the same side.

So, what's going on with the woman in the next bed?

Mrs Gray's the head teacher at The Beeches.

Ah, that explains it. Explains what?

Why she spoke to me like I was 12 years old.

It's not all about you, you know?

Other patients are having a bad time of it too.

So, come on. What happened to her?

You're a patient.

We don't discuss patients with another patient.

Yeah? I thought we were on the same side.

Today, a man walked into her classroom

and attacked one of her pupils.

Mrs Gray tried to defend the boy and ended up in here.

Did they catch the guy? No.

What about the boy who got attacked? Fighting for his life, as we speak.

MRS GRAY: 'He was a stranger. White. Short dark hair.'

Medium height and build.

Thin face, dark clothes. Mid to late 30S.

I saw him walk down the corridor and enter a classroom...

Naturally, I went after him to find out why...

SHE SOBS

I think that's enough questions for now.

Graeme, I've contacted your wife. Is she on her way?

Yeah, yeah. Don't worry. She won't be long.

We don't actually stock antivenin. But St James's are biking some over.

OK.

See you in a minute.

I think it's a false alarm.

I've searched him from head to toe. No sign of any bites.

What did the tests show? Abnormalities in his antibodies.

Well, I suppose we should test for H. Pylori.

First it was a black widow bite. Now it's an ulcer.

This patient's getting less interesting by the minute!

Hold that thought. I'll be back in a second.

Mo.

Mo! Mo. I need to talk to you. You are doing.

Have you said something to Chrissie? About what?

You know! You and me!

Why the HELL would I mention that?!

I... I just get the feeling she suspects.

Have you lived a sheltered life, Sacha?

Hmm? Suspects what? Nothing happened.

It was just a meaningless kiss, never to be repeated.

Happens all the time. Not to me it doesn't!

Then maybe you should get out more.

Or if you don't like that kinda thing,

stay at home with your mum, watch Flog It!

How d'you know we watch Flog It!? Educated guess!

I think I should tell her the truth.

Why? Because. Look, I mean, you know

me and Chrissie haven't exactly been close recently and I want her back.

Love, real love should be based on respect. Trust. Loyalty.

Not lying about having had a kiss with your mate in the gazebo.

Yeah, but that's my whole point. You haven't lied.

You just haven't told the truth.

Yeah, but I intend to.

Right, well. Good luck.

But if you mention my name, I'll kill you.

Fair enough.

Look what I almost missed.

Foci at the base of both the pulmonary veins.

It's not your fault.

A neurotic mother, a boy who appears strong and healthy,

anyone could have made the same mistake.

Mrs Fancourt, Eden's just had his electrophysiology test

and I can confirm that his atrial fibrillation has worsened.

He's going to need an operation.

But as luck would have it, I happen to have a window in theatre.

Well, do me a favour. Open the window and jump out of it!

And take HER with you!

Please. I'm sure that Dr March wasn't trying to cross-examine you.

It's just that she's bright, she's inquisitive.

She's standing right next to you. I don't want her near me. Or my son.

Agreed. But I believe I can help your son.

Eden, is that OK with you?

Suppose. OK.

Let's get him prepped for theatre, please.

By the way, what is iatrophobia?

Iatrophobia. The irrational fear of doctors.

Sorry. I do have to ask.

You weren't really giving Mrs Fancourt a psychiatric

assessment, were you?

I think we both know I'm not qualified to do that.

Good, just stay out of her way and it shouldn't be a problem.

A porter'll take you to your MRA. Hey, my life's a dizzy social whirl.

You're giving up on me already? Thought I'd go back to the flat,

fetch all the stuff you're going to need.

Even made a list, see?

Seeing as you ain't got a right hand,

I'm going to have to be your right-hand man.

Look Jake, about before...

Nah, don't worry about it. It's my fault, I shoulda known.

Doctors always make the worst patients.

Is that so? Yeah. Anything I've missed?

Balls.

Balls? Mmm. I'm going to have a lot of time on my hand.

Thought I might take up juggling.

I'll be back soon, yeah?

Mum?!

Bree? What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be here, darling. It's not safe.

They haven't caught him yet.

I need you to go home and stay there...understand me?

Are you all right?

No.

What's the problem? Scared. What are you scared of?

Dying, of course! Because of what your mum said?

No, because my heart's packing up on me!

Eden, I have performed this operation countless times,

I haven't lost a patient yet. Suppose it serves me right.

What does?

This is my punishment for pretending to be ill.

Now I'm going to snuff it!

Eden, look. I promise you not only will you live,

but the quality of your life will be greatly improved.

What, you mean I'll be rich and famous and get loads of girls?

I don't see why not.

Let's go for it, Plum. Good.

Cheers.

I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Malick.

I know.

Look. About before... Let's just forget it.

I know what happened at the school.

I didn't mean to snap at you.

Well, I don't suppose you can help it.

Can't help what?

Being bossy. You're a schoolteacher.

Used to being in charge and now you're not.

Must be hard.

And you're still acting as if you're a doctor.

When in fact, you're only a humble patient.

Humble? Why humble?

Sorry - I meant arrogant.

I'm trying to apologise to you.

Then it's the worst apology I've heard in my entire life.

Malick.

Mrs Gray? I'm afraid I have sad news.

Kelly Doyle, his injuries were too severe and we couldn't save him.

He died about five minutes ago.

SHE SOBS

I'm so sorry.

Excuse me, I'm Naomi Court. My husband's been in a car accident.

Yes, yes. Of course.

Come this way.

He's more lucid now, but he arrived in quite a state.

Concussed and confused.

I'm afraid we can't treat his broken leg

until we've identified the cause of his stomach pains.

It's all right, baby. It's all right.

Your husband said something about a black widow.

Now, is there any way he could have come into contact with one?

I certainly hope not. Graeme's arachnophobic.

Spiders terrify him, particularly black widows.

Is there any way a spider could have found its way into his car?

If it did, that'd certainly explain the crash.

I mean, he panics at the sight of a cobweb.

Listen, I'm going to leave you two in peace.

The spider.

Darling, I thought you were getting the train.

If I'd known you were planning to drive to work I would never...

What?

I found a text on your phone. From someone called Christine?

It was just an ordinary household spider, totally harmless.

It was a horrible, stupid thing to do.

But you know what happens when you upset me.

Anyway, what's done is done. And I'm hoping you can forgive me.

The results are back. We suspect your husband has a gastric ulcer.

I'm going to do a gastroscopy just to make sure.

Thank you.

Hey.

The police'll study the CCTV.

They're bound to catch whoever did it.

Yes.

Thank you for being so kind.

Although I don't really deserve it.

Let's face it - neither of us is having a great day.

I believe you're a surgeon?

Yeah. What's that like?

The greatest job in the world. No.

That was my job. Was?

Come on, Eva.

You did your best to help that boy and you have the scars to prove it.

You don't understand.

The motto of my school is "Maxima debetur puero reverentia."

A child deserves the greatest respect.

You remember your Latin. I'm impressed.

You were saying? Just that it's my job to protect children.

And I've failed.

I need to go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Go where? Please... Let me go.

Eva. Wait.

Right, Zosia, we know you can pass exams.

Let's see how you cope in theatre. Pass me a scalpel please.

What's a scalpel?

Ah. Yes. Very good...

Thank you.

Where are you going?!

Eva, you're being ridiculous! Home. Don't try to stop me.

You aren't well enough. Look. You're not my doctor...

Or anyone else's, for that matter!

It doesn't take a doctor to see that you need to be in bed.

My daughter's gone home. She needs me there.

No, no, no. She needs you to get well. You like Latin?

I'll give you some more... "Cura personalis."

Take care of yourself.

Agh! What is it?

Help! Help, can I get some help in here?!

SHE GASPS

It's a stomach ulcer, I'm afraid.

Has your husband been under any stress recently?

Perhaps that's something you need to ask him.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry.

It's all right. I don't mind talking about it.

We've been having problems. I'm sorry.

It's a terrible thing when you stop trusting each other.

Thank you, Eva.

Reduced breath sounds and vocal resonance, right base and mid zones.

Sounds like a right-sided pleural effusion.

She needs a chest X-ray.

Yeah. I know. That's why I've sent her down for one.

Why aren't you lying down?

You been in for your MRA? Sorry... I got kind of distracted.

Malick, you're not playing by the rules.

No change there, then. Jake?

Do me a favour. Make sure he stays in that bed.

If he leaves it, come and find me. Yes, sir.

What's all this?

Well, I know the radiotherapy makes your mouth dry.

So I brought you some iced water and some fruit.

That's very sweet. Thank you.

So. What's brought all this on?

Just felt like it. That's all.

Come on, I know you. What you trying to hide?

SHE RETCHES

You OK? Oh! Here, look, have a sip of water.

Thanks.

So, go on then.

What is it you want to tell me?

No, it's fine. It can wait.

Zosia, this is one of the real perks of this procedure.

MONITOR ALARM BEEPS

He's in VF.

Damn and blast! Charge to 100.

Scope out.

Charged. Clear! Fire.

DEFIB CLICKS

ALARM CONTINUES Still in VF. And again...

Nope, OK. Prepare for internal defibrillation.

I'm going to need your help here.

Thank you.

ALARM BEEPS

Scalpel. Thank you.

How's her BP?

Still steady.

Now, Eva, I think this is going to work.

But I still need to get you into theatre. No.

What?

I don't want an operation.

If we don't operate, you could suffer cardiac arrest and die.

Exactly. What does that mean?

Come on, Eva. You need to think about your daughter.

I am.

ALARM BEEPS Gently manipulate the paddles until it's touching the heart.

Charge to ten, please. Charged.

OK, charge to 20, please.

Charged.

RHYTHM RETURNS He's back.

HE SIGHS

Excellent - excellent work, everyone. Thank you.

OK, let's finish what we started.

HE GRUNTS AND PANTS

Dad, you all right?

Jake... Leave it.

You just look a bit hot, that's all. Jake, I said leave it!

Malick... I need to take you for that MRA now. No. Pardon me?

No. I don't pardon you. Dad, quit it!

If you were a better driver, none of this would have happened.

Give the guy a break! It was an accident!

So were you! You what?! You heard me!

So if I'm an accident, maybe I shouldn't be here then, should I?

Aw! Hallelujah! After seven months, he finally gets the message!

Jake! I didn't mean... Jake?!

Mr Spence! Malick, how long has it been like this?

Great. All right. Let's get him into theatre now!

Well, you've definitely passed the audition.

I've never seen a patient die before.

I thought Eden was going to be my first.

You'll need to get used to losing patients

if you're planning a career in heart surgery.

Oh, I'm not. Excuse me?

I'm hoping to specialise in psychiatric medicine.

Ah.

So what happened to being absolutely thrilled

to be working with me?

Oh, I am. I'm just not very interested in hearts and lungs.

Oh. I see. Psychiatry.

Yes.

Zosia, were you trying to analyse Mrs Fancourt?

Elliot, have you read a book called Neurosis in the Family

by Dr Paul Wadsworth?

No. Wadsworth believes that it's impossible to treat anyone

effectively unless we study

their closest relatives. I'll ask you again!

Did you or did you not subject Eden's mother to a completely

unauthorised psych assessment?!

She clearly has unresolved anger issues.

HE SIGHS Unbelievable!

We're meant to be treating her son...

And now I will have to apologise to his mother for your completely

inappropriate behaviour.

I think I'm getting a powerful sense of deja vu.

Me too. You should just move in here permanently,

cut out all the travel time.

Shouldn't you be in a board meeting...looking bored?

I'd rather be here in theatre with you...looking theatrical.

Still acting, right?

OK, smart-mouth. What are you talking about?

The truth? Yeah.

I think my arm's decided it doesn't want its hand back.

You think you're going to lose it.

I bet you ?20 you're wrong. You in or out?

All right, cheapskate. Ten, then.

Nine? Eight, seven...?

Hey! I'm still alive.

I promised you, didn't I? You're the man, Professor Plum.

Your breathing should be a lot easier now

and hopefully you won't need any more operations.

What? Ever?

I'm not promising that you'll win

the 400m in the Olympics...

I hate sports. I'd rather be a rock star. Me too.

But I'm just going to have to content myself with being

a boring, everyday genius.

Mrs Fancourt, I owe you an apology.

In fact, I owe you several apologies.

It turns out that all your concerns about your son were the result

of honest, indeed accurate observations, by a loving parent.

And I am genuinely sorry if my student asked you

inappropriate questions. She will be reprimanded.

That junior doctor takes her lead from you.

Do you imagine for one moment that I didn't notice

the look of sheer horror on your face when we first met?

Mum, Mum...

You're that young woman's mentor. You're supposed to lead by example.

And you clearly failed in that duty.

On the other hand, he did save your son's life...

Yes. I suppose there is that. Yeah! Way to go, Plum!

More light.

Yeah, it's a haematoma all right.

One of the vein grafts has clotted off completely.

OK, let's replace the graft or he's going to lose the hand.

Arthur, this is NOT your fault,

so DO stop giving us your sad clown face.

No sad clown face - got it.

Let's prep the 7.0 prolene - scalpel and saline wash-out...

Let's prepare to harvest from the right calf again, 10cm.

All right, everybody. Show-time.

We have one last chance to get this right.

Listen. About me and Christine...

You've got the wrong idea. So you keep saying.

She's just a friend from work.

Nothing's happened, nothing is going to happen.

All we do is talk. Really?

We could chat for hours. That's all this is, I swear.

Me and Christine just happen to have an awful lot in common.

HE SIGHS

You wanted to see me? Yes and no.

Excuse me?

Unfortunately, Zosia - I find myself wondering whether your

undoubted talents couldn't be put to better use elsewhere.

You're trying to get rid of me? No.

Is this because of what happened with Mrs Fancourt? Look... If you...

I'm here to learn. And that means I'm bound to make mistakes.

Yes, but that rather depends on the magnitude of the mistake,

wouldn't you say? Have you read Dr Leif Fuller's work on

The Psychosis of Power in the Hospital Environment?

You know very well that I haven't.

Fuller believes that the desire to practise medicine often

springs from a deep-rooted psychosis,

the rejected misfit dreaming of becoming a revered leader.

Elliot, are you a rejected misfit?

Erm... Look, I didn't want to say this, but...

I didn't want to say this either.

But you leave me no option.

Here I have the Junior Doctor's Handbook of Clinical Guidelines.

Yes, thank you, I have...

"One. Be honest and open in how you conduct yourself.

At no time have I ever made any secret of my desire to pursue

a career in psychiatric medicine. "Two..."

Hi...

Now, I've just spoken to the surgeons

and they'll be fitting an external fixator to your leg, which is

basically a frame used to stabilise your bone and soft tissue.

But I'm afraid you'll be off work for a while.

How long, Doctor? Well, it's hard to say.

I would reckon about anything from eight to twelve weeks.

Looks like I'll have you all to myself...

Well, those two seem to be getting on a wee bit better.

Yeah. Maybe there's hope for us all!

Which brings us to our friend Mr Malick... What's the prognosis?

The post-op MRA is showing good inflow and run-off

so crisis averted - at least, for now.

Come on, not again, Malick!

Will you please stop doing this! Or do we have to tie you to the bed?

Look, we have done our part, now it is your turn.

You need rest and lots of it.

Otherwise that hand is going to swell up, all over again.

Listen to what I have to say first.

Go on.

I need a job. Anything legal considered.

You shouldn't be worrying about the future now.

Just concentrate on getting better.

Admit it. You all think I'm finished.

No-one said anything of the kind. You didn't have to say it.

I can see it in your faces. The Malick is a relic.

This is it. Game over, right?

Like I told you before, there are no guarantees.

But if you work at the physio, I estimate that you are going

to regain between 70 to 80% of your movement.

Maybe even 85.

It's not enough.

Dad?

I thought you'd gone.

I've had enough, Jake.

Why? What's happened? Did I miss something?

Come on. Talk to me.

They just gave me the verdict on my hand.

85% recovery.

That's their best offer.

85% of the man I used to be.

So what?

Bunch of doctors? What do they know, eh?

No offence.

None taken.

Look, you want to get back to the way you was before the accident.

Is that right? You know it is.

Then you need to be in the hospital, Dad, having physio,

getting stronger. It won't work.

How do you know unless you try?

Think of it this way.

What would you rather have?

A hand with 85% movement? Or that bunch of sausages you've got now?

I'm a surgeon, Jake!

Well, I gotta be honest with you.

That big fancy job of yours never impressed me much anyway.

The way you took me in when my mum died?

That was REALLY something.

You're my dad - and I'd still be as proud of you

if you were selling burgers from a van.

Come on... Come on.

"22. To recognise that all staff have a part to play

"in achieving better patient care.

"Two, to encourage innovation and change.

"Three, develop an organisation..."

"..Which is acknowledged as a genuine learning environment

"and not one of blame."

Yes, thank you, you've made your point.

No, but I am about to. You can't get rid of me.

My placement is for three months, whether you like it or not.

And pressuring me to leave would contravene with rule nine...

"Not to tolerate actions by teaching staff which could be

"perceived as bullying or harassment."

What does it say about teaching staff being

bullied by junior doctors? Nothing.

Then I suppose I'll see you in the morning?

Bright and early!

I suppose this is where you find out who you really are...

When everything's been taken away from you.

You're depressed. And you have every reason to be.

Which is why you should think about counselling.

I don't see how sitting in a room with a complete stranger

is going to change anything.

I used to feel the same.

When my son died, Leo, therapy helped me through it.

I mean, it didn't take away the pain, but...

it helped make SENSE of the pain.

Look. I've told you what I need. Give me a job.

I don't think you're ready for it.

Ric, please. Don't make me beg.

OK. Here's the deal. I see no reason why you shouldn't continue

in your role as clinical skills tutor.

And I could certainly do with some help in outpatients.

That's if you're interested? Of course I'm interested!

There's one condition though.

That you agree to a course of counselling.

Oh, come on! That's the deal. Take it or leave it.

OK, I'll take it.

Wait...

I need to talk to her.

Well? How was your first day with Zosia?

Ah! That good, eh?!

Eva?

Oh, no.

Sorry.

I told you, you're not my doctor.

I'm not here as your doctor. I'm here as your friend.

SHE SCOFFS AND COUGHS

Yeah, it surprised me, too.

And as your friend, I think it's time you faced up to the truth.

I don't know what you mean.

Yeah, you do. At the school...

There wasn't really an intruder, was there?

The way you reacted earlier. It was your daughter that attacked the boy.

When you tried to protect him, she turned on you.

Kelly was bullying her - making her life a misery.

Finally, she just snapped.

Eva, look, I'm sorry...

But I don't see how throwing away your own life is going to

change anything. I've lied to the police.

I'll lose my job and Bree will end up in prison.

My life's over anyway.

You could still help Bree.

She's going to need you more than ever now.

And prison can be a lonely place.

You don't know what the future holds.

You have no idea what you might achieve if you put your mind to it.

Good God, man, do you never shut up?!

If you agree to surgery, I promise I won't say another word.

SHE SIGHS Yes.

Yes!

Anything for a bit of peace...

Sacha, what are you doing bringing me up here?

Take my hand. Take my hand.

Right, close your eyes. No, you might push me off the roof.

Come on! No peeking! Come here!

Right, stand there. What is going on?

Close your eyes.

Hold out your hands.

Now you can open them.

Two weeks after your last radiotherapy session,

we fly business class to Venezuela.

Tim's trip. Yeah.

Darling? What is it? What's the matter?

I know why you're doing this...

You think I'm going to die.

Well, I hope not! The tickets are non-refundable...

Do you really think I'd fly you 6,000 miles away

if I thought that?

Still feels weird to be stealing a dead man's dream.

Who said anything about stealing?

We could take Tim with us if you want.

Smuggle him through customs in a pink urn.

Chrissie, you're going to live. I promise.

This isn't the end.

This is a new beginning... For both of us.

Come here.

Sacha?

Mm-hm?

Come home.

HE LAUGHS

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She will never again come between us.

Every day, I will be plotting to take back what is mine.

Why would you want him back? May the best man win.