Guy attempts to rebuild his relationship with Zosia, this time purely as colleagues. Serena puts on a brave face after the humiliation of Edward's betrayal.
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We weren't expecting you today.
I asked Nurse Carter for Oxacillin and she gave me the wrong drug.
Look, this is between you and Edward. So you think I'm a liar!
I don't want anything from you.
It's not from me, it's from Mum. She wanted you to have it on Christmas Eve.
Have you ever seen Edward drinking at work?
What?! That girl has completely lost it this time.
We're losing him, get the anaesthetist, please. I'm fine.
I'd like you to leave my theatre, please. Now.
All right, I had a couple of shots. Come on, it's Christmas.
I love you. It's too late.
# Maybe it's much too early in the game
# Oh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same
# What are you doing
# New Year's
# New Year's Eve?
# Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
# When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night
# Welcoming in the New Year
# New Year's Eve... #
Hey... Wake up!
Pat, is that you?!
Pat! Oh, no...
Come on, Pat.
Wake up?! Pat, wake up.
Ms Campbell... I just wanted to say how gutted I was about Edward...
Must've been a pretty tough Christmas for you.
It was lovely, thanks.
I didn't have a clue, by the way. No-one did.
Just in case you thought you were the last to know.
It really didn't cross my mind.
You've got to hand it to him though,
bloody good at covering his tracks. Dr Tressler,
you may have nothing better to do than gossip all day but I do.
Good Christmas? I'm late. Did you get your present? I don't want to have this conversation.
What does that mean? That I'd like to keep things professional. So, if you'll excuse me...?
Professional people do talk to each other...
try and find ways of getting on.
But we don't...
get on. It's just the way it is. It doesn't have to stay that way.
It's too late. Mum would want us to at least try.
Don't. Just don't.
Yes, I'll hold...
Alcohol poisoning? Bed five, please, thank you.
He'll have to join the queue
of low-life binge drinkers on the corridor.
Great. Happy New Year to you as well!
Afraid I'm going to add to your load.
Not me, girlfriend. Oh, someone's got to do it.
And you have that faintly odious salesman's charm that the punters love.
Is that supposed to be a compliment?
The draw's at midnight, Cinderella. I want all of these sold.
Get one of the HCAs to do it.
Holby is a community, Dr Tressler. Everybody has to play their part.
Hang on, I am the ultimate team player. Ask anybody.
Yeah, not sure she'd agree with that...
On a go slow, Dr Digby?
Ms Campbell! Argh!
We weren't expecting you today.
I just wanted to say how sorry I was...to hear about...
Better clear this up, hadn't I?
Serena. Bay three, please...
Good to see you.
I take it you've heard about my darling ex?
Are you sure that you should be back so soon?
Yes, yes, yes. Work's a welcome distraction.
And as Churchill once said,
"If you're going through hell, keep going..."
Oh, I've got a New Year's resolution for you.
Sort your desk out. It's like a rain forest on here.
What are you looking for? The research on the Advanced Development Programme...
It can wait. You've been on my back about it for weeks.
I said it can wait, Colette.
Who rattled your cage?
Ah, let me guess. Your darling daughter.
She says she wants a "purely professional" relationship.
I'm her dad, for heaven's sake.
You won't get anywhere by bullying her, Guy.
She used to be a real Daddy's girl.
Until she grew up and realised her worship was misplaced.
No, I was never as bad as that.
How many birthdays did you miss? Holidays?
Look, if she says she wants a professional relationship,
build on that.
Make her feel valued. At least it's a way in.
Janey... Hi, you couldn't do me a massive favour, could you?
OK, Pat. Don't worry. Not long now.
You are an absolute star. I owe you dinner some time.
Thank you so much.
Ah... I see your drinking buddy decided to pay us another visit, will he ever learn?
I found him collapsed. His pulse is weak and I'm not getting any sense out of him.
Well, that will be the meths.
I think he's hit his head. He needs some attention. Now.
He will have to wait in line like everybody else, I'm afraid.
No, no. You can't put him in there.
Well, I'm not leaving him on the corridor. Come on. You owe me, Harry.
You need to look at these today.
It's a short list of anaesthetists for Mr Campbell's job.
No, a locum's fine.
And expensive. What about your initiative to cover costs?
You deal with it. I've got real work to do.
KNOCK ON DOOR Yeah?
You're supposed to be on leave.
I thought I'd be more useful here. There's only so many chocolate oranges you can eat.
I've done some ringing around for Mr Campbell's replacement.
These are the CVs. Colette's got that covered.
But it's my responsibility...
I'll leave you to it.
Right, well I've also been researching ways to improve efficiency.
Really not interested.
But as Deputy CEO, it's part of my job...
I need someone to lighten the load. Not add to it.
I'm perfectly capable of working alone
and taking full responsibility, if that's what's required.
I beg to differ after your spectacular
lapse of judgment on Christmas Eve.
I thought you'd come here to apologise.
That was Mr Campbell's lapse of judgment. Not mine.
Mr Campbell should not have been allowed anywhere near
this hospital with his history of alcohol abuse.
There was a gap in his CV that you failed to investigate
and I'm supposed to trust you.
Go home, Serena. Finish your leave.
We all make mistakes.
But some of us just need more time than others to learn from them.
So how was your Christmas?
Can we cut all this you pretending to be nice to me
and me pretending to forget how you hung me out to dry?
It wasn't like that.
Well, I know you want everybody to love you, Harry,
but you've got to act like a human being to deserve it.
And you need to lighten up. It's New Year.
Is it really so hard to say sorry?
Oh, man... This hurts so bad.
You've got badly bruised ribs and abdominal tenderness.
We're going to need to take a closer look.
FBC, WBC, LFT, Us, group and save, cross match four units.
Plus chest, pelvis and C spine X-rays. Got it, yeah.
Sounds like a lot of tests. It's bad, isn't it? Well, there was obviously quite an impact.
We just need to be aware
there is no hidden bleeding or internal injuries.
It's all my fault. Can't believe I was so stupid.
You really need to stay calm. I wasn't on anything if that's what you're thinking. Jordan...
I was driving to a mate's party, missed my turning,
swerved and hit a wall... No-one else was hurt. That's the main thing.
You don't understand. This could be bad for me, man. It's not going to help if you get anxious.
You're in good hands.
So you're going to make me better?
We'll do our best. No, no, swear.
You have my word.
Serena. I need to get back to AAU.
Jordan Metcalfe, could I leave him with you, please?
Where's Sacha? No idea, but all hell's about to break loose down there.
We're expecting a potentially serious neuro case up from ED.
These are his notes. Dr Digby's organising the tests now.
Right, well, I can keep an eye on things till Sacha gets here but...
Mr Self wants me to go back on leave.
I'm not fit for work, apparently.
He gave me quite a character assassination.
Go, I'm fine.
It's not looking good.
What's the story?
Male in his 60s, seemingly fit and well.
Had a seizure when he was out for a run.
It looks like an intrinsic tumour near the motor strip.
Send him over to Keller and I'll take a view.
One more thing...
Serena Campbell, I've known her for some time.
Edward's humiliation has been hard for her,
as was not getting the CEO job.
And she's no use to me till she's over it.
She needs to work.
Work is the only constant in her life right now.
I've been in that position. I'm sure we all have.
Don't make her pay for his failings.
His results are back.
All good apart from the alcohol levels in his blood.
No surprises there.
I reckon it's just a clear-cut case of mild hypothermia,
but I've ordered a head CT just to rule out anything more sinister.
My guardian angel.
Ah. It lives.
I knew you'd save me. What happened?
Bought myself a bottle of whisky. See in the New Year.
I couldn't wait.
I was on a wall, singing me heart out.
Woke up in the gutter with blood on my face.
So I came to find you. Must've passed out.
My bag! Where's my bag?!
Whoa, Whoa... You're not going anywhere, mate.
I need my bag. Find it...
What's he got in there? Platinum Visa Card?
Magnum of vintage scrumpy?
Whatever it is, it's important to him. It's all he has.
All right, I was joking.
You know, Pat's a real person... with feelings. But not that you'd care.
The only person you care about is yourself.
I was due a break anyway.
Excuse me. I'm looking for Ian Shackleton. He had a seizure...
It's all right, I'm here now.
I'm so tired.
Hello, I'm Mr Self.
He was fine this morning. I don't understand.
I mean, did he fall?
It's Warner. Sheila Warner.
I'm a neurosurgical consultant.
Ian's seizure was caused by a tumour
pressing down on the motor strip of his brain.
A brain tumour? Yes, I know it's a shock.
We're sending him for an MRI, a more detailed scan.
That will give us a better idea of what we're actually dealing with.
PATIENT GROANS ST changes on the monitor. Sats 90.
Give him 100% oxygen. And I'll get Professor Hope paged to Keller.
No, no. I'll take him to Darwin myself.
Mr Self... I mean, what's happening? He's showing signs of distress and we're going to have to move him.
But the tumour... We'll have to deal with the heart symptoms first.
Please, you'll just have to trust me.
Hello, boy, hello, hello.
Like I told you, yeah? I missed my turning and I swerved.
And what speed were you doing?
Ms Campbell. Jordan Metcalfe's blood test results.
You still here?
Yes, Sacha called in sick. I thought I'd better wait for you.
What are the police doing here?
Follow up after the accident. I told them they couldn't stay long.
And how's Jordan doing?
Bloods are fine and
there's nothing obvious in the X-ray but he is in a lot of pain.
I'd like to order an abdominal ultrasound.
Agreed. I'm sorry, officer, but you're going to have to come back.
I think my patient's had enough.
You said you'd take care of me.
Well, I was called to an urgent case. You swore to me...
Ms Campbell is a very experienced consultant.
She let him in. The officer said it was just routine.
I've just been accepted by the Royal Marines.
They took a chance on me. I can't get into trouble.
The good news is that we have found nothing thus far to cause us
any major concern medically.
But we would like to do an ultrasound to make absolutely sure.
OK, but I want the best this time. No deputies.
Technically speaking, I'm the boss.
You just don't have any natural authority.
Right, probably time I made myself scarce before Mr Self
catches me disobeying orders.
Happy New Year, when it comes.
Thanks, you too.
Ms Campbell. About earlier, I didn't mean to be insolent...
Or act out of turn, I just...
I know I can be a little bit tactless at times.
But, but as someone who's been through testing times myself,
I just wanted to say... Well, in the words of the great Napoleon,
"Nothing is lost as long as courage remains."
Nearly there, mate.
Coast is clear.
Could you take these up to Darwin?
Sure, is there anything else you need doing?
No, it's all been done. Thank you very much.
I've spoken to the bed manager, and I've made AAU priority.
Thanks. Backlog's cleared now. So we're fine.
What was that?
Oh. We've had a problem with vermin in the roof space.
Right. I'll call pest control.
You and me. We're wasted here, mate. We should be in MI5.
I'm not in the mood for another beating
so if one of your spies dobbed me in for still being here,
I was covering in a moment of crisis at Mr Griffin's request.
I'm leaving now, as you can see.
We could do with another pair of hands if you think you're up to it.
I never thought otherwise.
Precious cargo coming through.
Oh, you are joking me!
There's a good boy. Here we go...
Norman. Ah, there you are.
You're safe now. It's all OK.
You're all right, you are, for a stuck-up toff.
Ah, good. Where's Mr Griffin?
Then I'll wait.
Oh, please, Mr Metcalfe, can we get on?
You're just one on a very long list.
You remind me of a social worker I had once.
Didn't give a damn about me.
Just wanted to tick her little boxes.
Now look. You are still in pain.
Without a scan, we can't work out why.
I said, I want Mr Griffin.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's all right.
Is there anyone I can call for you?
No. You sure? You could be in hospital for quite some time.
Went straight from kids' home to youth offenders.
Marines were the first people who thought I was worth something.
And maybe you are.
But you'll be no use to them if you don't let us treat you.
OK. Nurse, will you...?
So... Last day.
Out with the old, in with the new. Quite appropriate really.
You know you're going to miss us, right?
Sorry. I'm meeting the psych team on Keller in the morning.
Have my first lecture with them. Cardio can't even begin to compete.
You do know they're even weirder than us on Keller?
No-one's weirder than Jac.
Oh, I don't know, Digby comes a close second.
Yeah, but he's like normal weird.
I like weird. I'm weird.
Well, you'll make the perfect psych then, won't you?
Well, I'm going to miss you.
Thanks. And I really think that you should re-consider specialising in surgery.
Has my dad put you up to this?
No. Not at all.
But I've been around for a long time and I think you have rare potential.
Something I haven't seen since Ms Naylor...
I'm not interested.
There's free fluid in the abdominal area.
That plus the position of the seat belt injuries,
I'd say indicates damage to the spleen.
Well, nothing's certain at this stage. I suggest we watch and wait.
Even if it is the spleen, some injuries heal themselves over time.
You're needed in AAU.
Right, if he becomes unstable, call me.
We need a biopsy so we know what we're dealing with.
Then I'll have to operate to debulk the tumour.
We need to determine what's causing the cardiac symptoms first
otherwise he might not survive the surgery.
Yes, but the longer we delay, the worse the prognosis.
OK, I'll assess the ECG results and order an angiogram.
That should give us a better idea.
I'd like Dr March to be involved.
It's an interesting surgical case for an F1.
I've tried to encourage her to re-consider surgery.
She is her father's daughter. Pig headed,
driven, won't take advice from anyone.
I'm saying nothing.
Dr March, I have an interesting joint case.
I'd like you to get involved
on a purely professional basis, of course.
I have other patients that take priority.
Not according to Professor Hope. I don't think...
I don't care what you think. You're working with me
and that's an order.
Stop ringing me, Edward. I mean it.
Oh, sorry to crush your massive male ego but I'm absolutely fine.
No, I'm at work.
While you, no doubt, are propping up some sleazy bar
with a pint of vodka and a gullible blonde on your knee.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Sorry to interrupt but it's Jordan Metcalfe.
He's increasingly peritonitic.
He's got a fever, he's feeling nauseous
and the pain appears to be getting worse. Which indicates what?
Perforation of an organ in the gastro-intestinal tract.
It's all right, it's all right. Argh!
We need to get you into theatre.
What, surgery? No way, man.
I'm afraid we have no choice.
We need to do this as quickly as possible. I'll alert theatre.
I'll call Mr Griffin. There's no need. But he did say if he's unstable...
The last time I checked, I was a consultant surgeon of more than ten years' standing.
And I tell you there is no need.
I'd like you to scrub in, please.
He has a normal resting ECG, however, the angiogram shows the...
Shall we get Dr March to tell us what she thinks?
The results show good left ventricle function. No evidence of ischaemia.
His angiogram shows a good left stem.
However, there is a 30% narrowing of the left artery descending.
The circumflex artery shows a minor irregularity.
Right coronary artery shows mid segment with less than 50% lesion.
Borderline coronary artery disease that could lead to angina.
There's a 50-year-old man with ischaemic heart disease
on his way up from ED and I can't find Mo.
I'm on it. Not so fast, young lady. Page Mo.
She can't have gone far. OK.
Zosia, this is an extremely interesting case.
Most juniors would bite their arm off to get involved...
Most juniors aren't working with their estranged father.
You mustn't let your personal feelings
get in the way of your progress as a doctor.
I didn't ask him to come here.
Nevertheless, he's here. He's not going anywhere.
You just have to rise above it.
I feel like I'm signing my life away.
Oh, this is only exploratory.
It could be one of any number of things.
So, I'll be fine, yeah? For the Marines?
It's only very specific things that rule you out
medically from the armed forces -
asthma, diabetes, certain blood diseases.
If we had to remove your spleen, for example...
Spleen? Where's that?
It's here, isn't it? I asked you a question, nerd.
OK, I will see you in theatre, Dr Digby.
Look, you can't take it, OK? I'll sue.
Without wishing to sound dramatic, the aim is to save your life.
But I will do my very best to save your spleen as well.
So you think it might be...?
Look, I understand how hard this is,
but you're just going to have to trust me.
OK, the good news -
all the tests show that you didn't have a heart attack.
You have angina, which is easily treated.
We'll put you on medication in order to enable Mr Self to proceed.
This just doesn't feel real.
It's a lot to take in. We do understand that.
I thought I was fit. I eat well, I run every day.
I got a second chance with Sheila.
I didn't want to mess that up.
We, erm, we both lost our previous partners to illness.
My arm doesn't move properly. What's happening?
That will be the tumour starting to press
on the motor area of your brain.
But you can help him?
We'll have to take it step by step.
The first step is biopsy.
The results will tell us what type of tumour we're dealing with and how to go forward from there.
We're going to have to do it very quickly. If you're agreed?
Suction, please. Sorry, sorry.
Can I have more light, please? I can't see a damn thing.
I could page Mr Griffin? No, it's fine.
We just need to clear this blood.
It's just that he did say... quite clearly...
I do hope you're not going to question my every move, Dr Digby.
Oh, Pat. He's so cute.
Where'd you find him?
He found me.
I was down the Mall in a doorway and these scumbags started on me.
Then Norman pops out from nowhere, starts snarling,
biting their ankles.
They didn't like that. He's my little warrior...
Good news, Pat. The scans of your head - absolutely fine so...
Erm...Ms Sheward! Do something.
A patient's complained about dog barking, you heard anything?
Must be outside.
Are you sure it was barking?
Maybe it's that little matter that you mentioned earlier.
Yes - could be. Yeah.
Right, I'll call maintenance. Sorry to disturb you.
Good boy, Norman. Good boy.
Can I hold him, Doc? He's looking a bit poorly.
He's probably starving, poor wee thing.
Let me see what I can find.
So have I proved myself as a decent human being?
You've got a way to go yet.
Wouldn't this normally be done under a local,
so you could check his functional responses?
You telling me how to do my job now?
No, a biopsy is usually done under general.
Don't forget, we're only taking a very small, sometimes microscopic,
part of the tumour so the risk of causing a deficit is low.
How long until we get the results?
30 minutes. You said we, Dr March.
Getting on board now?
If I'm here, I might as well learn something.
Has he got a chance?
There's always a chance.
Unless he arrests on the table. No pulse.
He's lost output, gone into VF.
Get Professor Hope! Now!
Charge to 100.
Charge to 200.
No response at 200.
Dr March, make an incision in the left fifth intercostal space.
But he seemed fine... He's just lying there, all depressed.
Can you see anything? Any droppings?
No, I can't see anything.
Doc, you've got to help him. He's always so lively,
he loves his grub. I've never seen him like this.
Abdominal tenderness, hot nose.
How's his drinking?
Can't fill his bowl quick enough.
You're going to have to take some bloods.
Well, I wouldn't know where to start.
Well, how hard can it be?
I mean, do you want to help him or not?
Right, let's start open cardiac massage.
I'd like to do it.
If you're sure.
Do you need me to step in?
Heart beat restored. Good.
Let's insert a drain and close him up.
Finally. That was a nightmare. Another string to your bow if this all goes pear shaped.
I hear they're crying out for veterinary nurses. Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you?
I'll get this blood checked.
Right, let's give you some attention, shall we?
I'm fine, don't worry about me.
You were supposed to be looking after yourself after last time. You promised.
Yeah, but the hostel don't take dogs. And I couldn't abandon him.
Not trying to kill me again, are you?
Actually that was my boss, blaming me to cover his own backside.
But he's gone and I'm still here.
Is that how posh boy let you down, then?
Well, when things get tough, you realise who your real friends are.
But there are lots of bad people in this world.
But they all get their comeuppance in the end. Let's hope so.
And then there are bad people who come good.
If you give them a chance.
Where is this bleeding coming from? I can't find the source.
Can you push the stomach further back? More blood. OK, suction.
It shouldn't be from a damaged spleen. Not this much.
We can't rule it out. I need you to bring down the splenic flexure.
I've never done that before. I really think Mr Griffin...
There's a first time for everything and you'll be under my supervision. Come on.
Slowly. Just a little bit further.
BEEPING What? I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
We need to pack him. Quickly! Quick, quick, quick.
(Tell Mr Griffin there's a bleed to the splenic flexure.)
Yes, yes, yes. And again. Yep.
But he's OK? He's on his way up now.
Mr Self will talk you through the options for the next stage
once he's got the results.
Next stage of what? James... And you are?
His son. Not that it seems to count for anything. I'm sorry.
I'd still be none the wiser if a neighbour hadn't called me.
I've been in a complete state. I haven't called anybody yet.
Well, didn't he ask for me?
He was very confused.
You never mentioned a son.
Of course she didn't.
Dad? It's James. Are you OK?
You'll need to give him some space, please.
I'll be taking charge of his care now.
I am next of kin. They are not married.
Is anybody interested in actually how he is?
We've performed the biopsy. We're just waiting on the results.
Biopsy of what?
Your father has a brain tumour.
Unfortunately there were some complications.
He arrested but we managed to restore the heartbeat.
Once we have the formal results of the biopsy, there will be some
important decisions to make.
My father could have died and I wouldn't have even known.
I told you to call me, Serena. There was no need. Really?
Dr Digby told me there was a bleed to the splenic flexure.
It's fine now, all under control. It was my fault, Mr Griffin.
No. It wasn't. I was concerned the spleen was ruptured.
It made sense with the positioning of the seat belt trauma.
I couldn't find the source.
So you thought you'd risk allowing an inexperienced junior doctor
to assist you, resulting in an additional bleed.
I had it all under control.
I beg to differ, Serena.
Trauma surgery needs two pairs of experienced hands.
What is this fluid?
Did you consider checking for damage to the bladder?
We've had the results of the biopsy.
Tumours are graded 1-4 in terms of their seriousness.
Ian's, I'm afraid, is Grade 4
so his prognosis is not good, even with the best treatment.
But you can remove it?
Any surgery close to the motor strip has the potential to leave
the patient paralysed.
And if we do nothing?
Untreated, there will definitely be neurological problems.
Your father already has symptoms of left-sided weakness, which
will get worse and eventually lead to paralysis.
Ian wouldn't want that.
If there's a chance he could recover from this then he'd take it.
Yeah, I think I know my father better than you do.
If removed, it may temporarily prevent any further
neurological deficit. See.
If surgery extends the life he'd want to lead, even for a short time.
I'm sorry, James, but I think that's what he would choose.
Fortunately, it is not up to you.
I would recommend immediate surgery.
James, please. Please, will you listen to him?
Hang on. This is my dad, OK?
I haven't even had a chance to speak to him properly.
I haven't even seen him for weeks.
We have to bear in mind that performing this procedure
so soon after opening him up will greatly increase his risk of death.
the risk is too great.
Dr March. A word, please?
You have just lost me the confidence of my patient's family.
You're angry cos I disagree with you. You're an F1.
You don't have the right or experience to shout the odds.
And you have the right to withhold information? It wasn't like that.
No, and I suppose it wasn't "like that" with Mama either, was it?
Yep, there it is.
Intraperitoneal bleeding to the surface of the bladder.
But there was no suprapubic swelling.
It could have been hidden by the damage caused by the seat belt.
I should've seen it.
Let's just focus on repairing it now, yeah?
I think I better leave that to you.
Norman McGinn's blood results.
As I thought, raised levels of amylase and lipase.
Norman's got pancreatitis.
So what do we do now?
Treat him, of course. I'm going to need to "borrow" some medication.
Harry, you could get in serious trouble for this.
Ah, so you do care?
Maybe a little. I need your drugs key.
You coming or what?
I think you should leave.
It's just family at a time like this.
He is my family now.
Yeah, you'd like to think so.
Look, I understand it's hard to accept.
Accept that my father would take up with another woman just
weeks after my mother's death? Yeah!
I never intended to replace your mother.
You never will. My mum was beautiful and cultured and intelligent.
You can't even begin to compete. MOANING
It's OK, Dad. I'm here now.
Excuse me. Excuse me. His B/P's dropping.
His brain is probably swelling around the tumour.
His heart's already unstable. We can't wait any longer
We have to at least de-bulk the tumour to reduce pressure.
I want a second opinion. He could be dead by then.
I need to know that you're doing the right thing. He needs help now.
As next of kin, I have a right
to determine what treatment my father receives. No. I do.
This is an emergency. Your father is my patient.
He is not competent to make his own mind up.
I have the power to act in his best interests.
Come on, Harry. Hurry up.
Can't give Norman any old thing.
I know what I'm looking for. It must be in here somewhere.
Right. Incoming at four o'clock!
Nice catch. For a girl.
Dr Tressler? We haven't found any evidence of vermin.
Where exactly did you hear them?
Did you try the on-call room?
Oh, and I haven't seen you selling any raffle tickets today.
Oh, don't worry. All under control.
I told you never to call me that!
What's up? Always the same with you, isn't it?
"This is the way it's going to be. No arguments. Just do it."
Erm, I thought we were trying to keep things professional?
That poor man. Still grieving, his father seriously ill,
and you're just like, "Get with the programme or get out!"
Look, there is no room for sentiment in situations like that.
It's not my style. Ah, well... at least you're consistent.
Why didn't you tell me Mama's cancer had come back?
You were about to sit your finals. Oh.
And it wouldn't do for Guy Self's daughter to mess up.
Better she comes top of the year...
No, no. It wasn't like that.
We were going to tell you...on her birthday.
On her birthday?
You knew... when I came back that weekend?!
You were so stressed. Worried you hadn't revised enough.
The timing seemed wrong, we were just thinking of you.
You knew how bad it was...
and you never gave me the chance to say goodbye?
It wasn't meant to be that way.
No, and I suppose you "never meant" to bury your head in a bottle
for the next eight months either, did you?
SHE SIGHS What am I supposed to do?
Just forget any of it ever happened?
They're asking for you in theatre. Yeah, five minutes.
Look, I know I've let you down...
..but I want to change things.
Wanting is not enough.
It's New Year's Eve. Let's...drink some champagn-ya.
Just you and me, toast absent friends.
They're waiting for you.
Stop, please. Ric, I am so sorry...
How's his heart, Elliot?
OK, I think that's as much as I can get.
I need to close the dura.
Guy, that really is quite extraordinary.
If he does recover, it's going to be a long road.
Carpe diem. That's what this job has taught me.
It could happen to any of us.
I knew Edward didn't do monogamy.
So why on earth did I allow myself
to get sucked back in all over again?
He can be very persuasive.
And I'm a self-deluded fool.
Come on. You're too hard on yourself.
DISTANT SIREN WAILS
No harm was done. But there could've been.
I was so intent on being superwoman I nearly ruined
that young man's future.
You're emotionally drained.
That's just a kind way of saying I'm mad as a box of frogs.
No. Not at all.
You don't get over what you've been through in just a few days,
with a sweet smile and a stiff upper lip.
Take the rest of your leave.
Recharge your batteries.
And then get back on the horse.
You're not the only person who's lost someone very close... Yeah.
Spare me the sob story, all right?
I don't expect you to like me, James, but listen.
Please, just for a minute.
Your father still loves your mother very much.
And he always will.
Yeah, that is why there is no trace of her in our -
or should I say "your" - house.
She's not coming back, James.
Or maybe you just decided it wasn't quite to your taste.
It was your father wanted her things gone, not me.
He found all those reminders too painful!
SHE SIGHS It wasn't meant to hurt you.
And I know, I mean, I know our being together seemed...
well, hasty, but we'd both lost partners.
Nothing to do with the nice house and Dad's pension(!)
We felt we had to grab the chance... You know what I think?
You saw my dad and you thought,
"There's my security, my future, I'll have him."
And I think it's easier for you to be angry at me
than to accept your mother's death.
He don't seem any better, Doc.
You sure that's the right stuff?
Takes a while to kick in.
He's going to be all right though, isn't he?
Have you got any New Year's resolutions, Pat?
Just the one, take better care of this little man.
That'll mean cutting down on the drink.
If Norman makes it, as God's my witness, I'll take the pledge.
How about you, Mary-Claire?
My resolution is to stop being taken advantage of
by men who don't deserve me.
Shame the nice ones are always so dull.
What about you, Doc?
To be more supportive and understanding
of my extremely long-suffering colleagues.
And to party my way through as much of 2014 as possible.
Life's way too short.
Although I managed to excise more of the tumour than I had anticipated,
it's still highly likely to return, and he'll need radiotherapy.
The prognosis for this type of tumour is not good though,
and it's impossible to say what level of care
he's going to need long-term. Oh, he'll get the very best care.
I'll make sure of that.
He's alive. That's all that matters.
You can go and see him if you like.
30 minutes neuro obs, please.
Can I get someone to get you a cup of tea?
You know, James, it's sometimes easier to hold on to the past.
Maybe you just need to look forward.
And New Year's Eve is as good a time as any.
I, eh... I owe you an apology.
"Mistakes are always forgivable
"if one has the courage to admit them."
No, actually that's um...
Happy New Year, Dr Digby.
And to you. Mr Metcalfe will be coming round soon.
I'm sorry. I know I should have called you.
Yeah. You should.
I was hoping maybe we could...start again.
It's an RTC, suspected TBI, GCS of 3.
OK. Sounds like a potential brain herniation.
I'll meet the ambulance at the entrance.
About that drink...
Oh, Zosia, sorry, darling, an emergency's just come in.
I mean if there was anyone else... No, of course. I understand.
Patients have to take priority.
Maybe we can have a drink tomorrow night? I'm busy tomorrow night.
I just wanted to say thank you so much.
Oh, it's nothing really.
I looked you up on my phone.
Well, we feel so privileged,
we didn't realise you were such a brilliant man.
Mmm..."brilliant". Brilliant doctor.
Shame about the father part. Sorry?
Mr Self, CEO, brain surgeon extraordinaire.
Just try being his daughter! Dr March...
I sometimes think it'd be a lot easier to be your patient,
maybe then I'd get some actual attention.
OK, that's enough. I haven't even started! Elliot's office - now!
I'm really sorry about this, family...
You've got to put a stop to that - now.
I just feel really bad, I promised... She can't behave like some
spoilt little brat who's just lost her Barbie doll.
She's a 26-year-old woman for heaven's sake.
Mr Self, the RTC you were attending has been diverted
to St James's, so you can stand down now.
And Dr March... Yes, yes, I know.
Don't even think about taking her for a drink now.
You know, all I want to do is make things better.
Yeah, and she is really pushing it. She's totally out of order.
In here, you're her boss. Not her dad.
Start acting like it.
Oh, don't try and sit up.
You're going to be quite uncomfortable for some time,
Come on, get it over with.
It was your bladder, not your spleen.
You should make a full recovery.
Thank you. HE LAUGHS WEAKLY
It was Mr Griffin. I-I really didn't do anything.
Whatever. I can focus on the future now, right?
I couldn't agree more.
If you want some privacy...
Oh, no, no. Please stay.
What on earth were you playing at back there?
I wasn't playing at anything.
How dare you bawl me out in front of the entire ward?
Oh, it came pretty naturally. Can I go now?
No, you cannot.
You obviously don't even begin to understand how serious this is.
If you have a problem with me, you talk to me.
You have to learn to control your anger.
Ugh, not always your strong point.
Since you're clearly not ready or willing to accept responsibility
for your appalling behaviour, you're suspended for the rest of the week.
But I start Keller tomorrow. I have my first psych lectures. Tough.
Professor? Please, talk to him.
I have been waiting to do this for months.
Yes, but I'm beginning to question your motives.
Are you genuinely interested in psychiatry,
or is it just a perverse way of getting at your father?
I thought you were on my side.
I'm afraid to go in there, he looked so poorly.
What if he's dead?
Well, then he'll go to doggy heaven.
Not if Pat's a Catholic. There's no such thing.
Aw, Norman! Told you he was a little fighter.
Aw, Pat, you must be so relieved. But remember, you are now teetotal.
Oh, yeah, forgot about that...
Well, you won't be tempted tonight anyway.
Your head took quite a knock.
We have to keep you in for observation, just in case.
BEEPER CHIMES Not if that means Norman's
going in the pound, no way. Excuse me.
(That's a good boy.)
Norman can't stay here all night. Not without us.
Then he can stay with me. Hang on.
I thought you would have had some flash party planned,
loads of girls waiting to kiss you at midnight?
I'd rather be with Norman.
After we've seen in the New Year at Albie's, if you're up for it?
If you're buying...
I've thought about what you said and I would like to make a
full and unreserved apology for my behaviour.
Do you mind? I feel as if I'm talking to your feet.
Oh. Thank you.
I also accept that I need more time to recharge my batteries,
so I'll be taking all of my original leave.
Good. And on your return...
if you can finally let go of the resentment that you didn't get CEO...
maybe we can work together.
Only if you're prepared to give me a voice.
Here's to an eventful 2014.
And now for the grand prize of the evening, as you know,
?100 in cash to give you a sparkling start to your New Year.
And, thank you, my assistant will help me here.
I'm just going to find the winning ticket. And the winner is...
blue...45. And it says on the back here - Pat McGinn!
So fantastic, round of applause everybody.
Thank you all for coming. Thanks for supporting the cause.
See you soon, thanks a lot.
I don't remember Pat buying a ticket?
Oh, I do.
MUSIC: "New Year's Day" by U2
I hear that you really lost the plot on Darwin.
Um, defying the boss is never a good idea.
Even if he is your dad. I hate him.
Well, look on the bright side. At least you'll have a few days
to sleep off what will no doubt be a most spectacular hangover.
He's a sadist.
Well, you know, maybe it's a blessing in disguise.
Em, I think you'd be rubbish as a psych in my opinion.
Look at the mess your own life's in. Plus you've no patience...
you've got no empathy for other people.
Cheers, you're a real mate.
I think you'd be much better off wielding the knife.
As a self-involved, technically brilliant, arrogant control freak.
You know, you've got all the
prerequisite characteristics to be a top surgeon.
You just described my dad.
Em, uh, did you pay for those, or...?
I told him to take his feet off the desk...
and he obeyed.
It'd take a brave man not to.
If he's smart, and he is, he'd rather have you as an ally.
Nobody wants you as an adversary.
And she's back.
Ah, now I get it.
I thought you were putting yourself out,
you just wanted Norman as a babe magnet.
Not at all. But it's a bonus.
Didn't have you down as a dog lover, Dr Tressler.
Oh, thanks for the tip. Oh?
The on-call room - totally infested.
Really? Good, well, um... Happy to help, aren't we?
Champagne? Yes, please.
So...friends? Until next time.
Ten, nine, eight, seven...
..six, five, four, three, two, one...
CHEERING AND WHOOPING
All I'm saying is, keep an open mind.
You don't want to specialise too early,
you should at least think about it.
Tonight I need to not think.
And you're going to help me...
OK, what's this about? Mmm...
I need the warmth of another human being, and you're the closest.
Right. That OK? Yeah.
HE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY
A New Year always brings hope. Another chance to get it right...
Or mess it up again, depending on your point of view.
I prefer the glass half-full. Yes, I'd noticed.
Good night. Good night.
Happy New Year, my fearless little Zoshie.
Guy's failure to mend his relationship with Zosia has him finally admit defeat and accept his daughter's wish of keeping it purely professional. How long will it take until their feelings bubble to the surface?
Serena is still blue from the humiliation she faced because of Edward's actions. With her morale at an all-time low, can she be brought back from the brink?
Mary-Claire is finally putting the past behind her, but Harry just will not let it go. Will their friendship survive the recent Edward debacle?