Self Control Holby City

Diaphragmatic hernia.

-I'm sorry.

-Keep it to yourself, OK?

I don't know what your problem with me is...

You're sleeping with Jonny, the father of my child,

-and you think it bothers me.

-Well, it seems to bother him.

38 weeks would be the optimum time for the birth of your baby.

I mean, we know when her birthday is, so just think about it - every year, like, a massive cake...

That's if she makes it to her first one.

Take the rest of your leave. Re-charge your batteries.

Then get back on the horse.

You're suspended. You shouldn't even be on the premises.

I risked my career for you and you have humiliated me.

I don't get it.

Well, it's a lady in a boat...

Nature?

I don't know, I suppose some patients find it helps them?

In a way 21st-century medicine can't?

Maybe?

EXCITED CHATTER

We've come to see Jackie...

You ever seen a transplant patient cured by "feelings"?

A particularly cute kitten inspired their organs to regenerate?

Nope. Me neither.

That's the spirit.

People aren't feelings trapped in a body. People are bodies.

"The mirror crack'd from side to side

"'The curse is come upon me,' cried The Lady of Shalott."

Lord Tennyson...

That's Shalott.

"That's Shalott!"

Ready?

So when we induce in week 38,

this will be little one's home while we assess her lung function.

Do you want to come over?

This will be her little cot here.

All going well next week, when's it likely we'll be able to hold her?

Um, I know it's frustrating, but until she's born we're not going to

be in a position to make those kind of judgment calls.

I know all this can come as quite a shock...

Please don't speak to me as if I'm not the most accomplished

medic involved in this CDH neo natal plan.

Right...

Have you got any little toys or anything like that?

Yeah, actually I've got a little pig called Ralph.

The second she's born, she has a 50% chance of survival.

I don't want anybody's focus on anything other than

trying to improve those chances.

Six, prime, eight, nine, ten, prime,

twelve, prime, fourteen...

Numbers are the root of everything...

Fifteen, sixteen, prime, eighteen, prime.

They are the only things you can trust.

-Guy, I just wondered if you'd...

-Any chance this can wait?

Yes, I just wanted to know what you thought about my deficit reduction proposal?

Er, my reading pile is...

All the usual suspects... Well, all but one.

I do hope you're not keeping your deputy out of a Heads of Strategy meeting?

Oh, no. Nothing important. Your proposal's on my to-do list.

Gentlemen, sorry to keep you waiting.

Everybody seems to want a piece of me this morning.

Defib!

Stop!

Can you add spotting an SVT on your "to do" list?

At first glance, it looked like VF.

I don't care if it won first prize in the VF look-a-likey competition.

May I have a look at the abundance of irrefutable

evidence on the ECG, that you are yet to alert me to?

Oh, yes - or shall we just follow our hearts -

because that's what Rachel from Friends would do?

Oh, my gosh, seriously?

I can't be your go-to guy about Jac right now. I'm sorry.

Happy anniversary.

-Unbelievable.

-I haven't had a drink in seven days.

Aren't you clever.

I knew your clinic ended around lunch, so I've been waiting.

Desperate and creepy. What woman could resist?

26 years ago today we ran away to that registry office.

Nothing's changed for me.

Yes, you vomited into my bouquet and got me

banned from a reasonably priced hotel chain.

Being shot down in flames with you has lost its charm.

They're punishing you for what I did?

Oh, bless you.

Reminiscing about our cheap and nasty wedding didn't work,

so now you're trying to break my resolve by making me paranoid about my future prospects?

Serena, if you don't want to see me I can't make you...

Says the man stalking me in a car park.

But if you're giving up the one thing that makes you happy to

get back in the Trust's good books, then my heart breaks for you.

And when did I decide that you are the "one thing" that makes me happy?

OK, Ellie too. But she's gone, hasn't she?

You know she nearly delayed going back to uni

cos she's worried about you rattling around that house alone?

If you're giving up on me because you want to get back on top here, I mean...

Does that feel like a possibility? Or does it feel more like Guy's happy for an excuse to get

rid of the woman of a certain age from the boardroom?

Come on. It's our anniversary - let's celebrate.

Tell them to stick their jobs.

Start living an amazing life together.

You can try if you want, but it won't get you anywhere.

And you'll have to excuse me, but I've got a date.

-Kiss me.

-What?

Kiss me!

Get in.

Would it have killed you to have shown a little more joie de vivre?

See, build-up of fluid in the left chest. Mummy was right.

She's a maths whizz, then?

I heard you. Boogieing on down with prime numbers.

They're already right little personalities

when they're in there, aren't they?

She likes lights.

Mine liked swimming. I can't even swim!

Mo?

Whatever happens, just know you did everything you could to protect her.

It'll be a comfort, I promise.

I might have been able to summon up some joie de vivre,

with a little more notice.

Why are you so bothered with what Edward thinks, anyway?

I am permitted to bring a plus one. It's a college reunion.

Oh, go on, then, it's a free meal. Why not?

But Cinderella will need to get her glad rags on.

Right, his BP's in his boots.

Cross-match five units. Clear theatre.

OK, OK. Stop, stop, stop. It's dislodged.

We can't wait, we're going to have to open him up right here.

Scalpel.

Clamp.

-3/0 Prolene.

-You can't suture him here!

-He'll bleed out in under a minute!

-Twelve seconds, to be precise,

but I can suture in nine.

When I tell the family I did everything I could,

I want to mean it. Right, you - put your finger right there.

If you move your finger before I tell you to, you'll kill him.

-No pressure then, eh?

-Am I asking her to do something tricky?

Hope you've done your sums right.

Count me down.

Release.

One, two...

SHE WHISTLES "Singing In The Rain"

..four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine...

If you want to save lives, get good at maths.

Take him to theatre, close him up.

You know, idiots will tell you that pretty red skies just happen,

but it's not true.

It's red because the sun is approaching the horizon line.

So the sunlight has to go further through the planet's atmosphere,

causing more red light to be scattered than any other colours.

There's a reason for everything.

And judging by those cloud formations, there'll be

an equally fascinating sunrise.

We'll get up extra early so we can observe it.

Do you mind?

HEARTBEAT

What's happening?

-I'm going into labour.

-Have your waters broken? Have you had your show?

I said going into.

-What does THAT mean, woman?

-It means the stork is gliding over Luton, what do you think it means?

Jac thought she felt a contraction.

I did feel one.

So you're an obstetrician now, are you?

It's natural to push the panic button.

It's probably just bubba trying to say 'Hello'.

Do you mind? Do you actually mind?

Sorry.

It's only week 37.

Maybe we should wait and see what Mr T says before panicking.

Right, right, let's just have a cup of tea and a wee biccie

and then see how we feel, OK?

I think Jac knows her own body, Jonny.

If I say I'm going into labour, I am.

I thought you said this was just an evening event?

It is for us. Nibbles, speech, and then home.

But it's going to be a free bar, isn't it?

You're actually turning down a free, all-night bar?

Well, as "fun" as free booze,

DJ Terry Eagle's mobile disco

and a night in a hall sounds, we have a meeting in the morning.

Only because you called it at 7.30!

And it's about naff all.

Look, neither of us are in theatre tomorrow.

In fact, as far as Guy's concerned,

neither of us are doing anything of any value any more.

So please, can we just let our hair down this once?

You never know - something wonderful might happen?

I'd rather not linger.

Any further back pain? Any contractions at all?

No.

Any sudden urge to cook, clean - the nesting instinct kicking in at all?

Whatever happens, we'll be ready for it.

Well, look, with no further aches or pains,

it's pretty unlikely you're in labour.

Listen to that.

Your daughter has got the heart of a lion.

Roarrr!

And while you've been doing lion impressions,

she's turned head-down into my pelvis.

I can feel her pushing against my back. She's ready.

It's not a jelly baby in there, Jac.

She's bound to move about a wee bit.

She's one fifth palpable. Her head's engaged.

You're in labour.

All right. We're going straight to maternity. None of this "waiting for her waters to break" rubbish.

-That goes without saying.

-No. We're delaying labour until she's best placed to deal with it.

Why did you come if you don't want to see anyone?

I was asked to make a speech.

It would have been churlish to say no.

Oh, you just give, give, give to your fans, don't you?

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you. I'm driving.

I'm driving.

Something fruity for me, please.

What? You must have third party insurance

and you've got pharmacy privileges to deal with the hangover.

What's the worst that could happen?

We have a 7.30 meeting in the morning.

It's Prosecco, not a crack pipe.

Welcome!

Kristopher Wyngarten, post doctorate Neuro-Biology research fellow

and volunteer with the Fitzherbert Alumni service,

-may I take your name, sir?

-Griffin. Eric Griffin.

-And your wife?

-No! No, no.

I'm sorry - partner. Call The Guardian and have me shot at dawn!

I'm just a corn-fed country boy from Ontario.

We're just colleagues.

Touching's extra.

Sorry, no - I'm a last-minute plus-one. Serena Campbell.

-I hope that's not a problem?

-Oh, no.

You go right on in and enjoy our hospitality, Ms Campbell.

-I'll have a fruity pop sent your way.

-Thank you.

Oh, I've, er...I've been asked to make a speech.

Is there a room that I can use to rehearse in?

I was asked to prepare a few words...about my achievements?

Oh, for the Alumni website?

Sure, any biogs can be left with me.

I have been asking people to e-mail them over.

I mean, hello, we are in the digital age, are we not?

Yes, yes, of course. Silly me.

Thanks for the effort.

Most class of '76ers haven't bothered with my "Tree of Destinies".

The "Tree of Destinies"...

And I'm really not a small-talk kind of person, so...

Ric, stay.

You haven't even caught up with any of your old friends yet?

No, I've got a meeting to prepare for...

Ric?

I take it she did more than not return your Jimi Hendrix cassette?

You see, this is why Social Network's so great -

no more dashing through the night just to catch

a glimpse of an old flame.

Seriously! I'll set you up with an account.

All five wives can poke you at once.

Good.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Tocolytic. Yes, for Darwin. This is Ms Naylor signing off on it.

You're a week away from being induced.

There's absolutely no medical need to delay it.

Is a week-38 birth the best case scenario or not?

37 weeks is not premature.

-That's not what I asked.

-Get a grip, Jac. She's full term.

The longer she's in there, the stronger she'll get.

How can it not be a good idea to get as close to her induction

-date as possible?

-Because she wants to come out!

She's past 34 weeks. She's ready.

You've got to let nature take its course.

A machine is going to do her breathing for her.

She'll only live if she's in a sterile box,

with an intubation tube stuck in her stomach.

Nature is trying to kill her, Jonny.

The 50% survival rate I can't control,

but if you think I'm going to hand over even

a fraction of a percentage more...

I'm sorry, I don't see how a tocolytic is going to make

a difference to the baby's outcome at this stage.

I'm not giving birth today

if there is medical intervention that can buy her more time.

If it's what Jac wants.

I dare you to take me on over this.

Oh!

DRIPPING

Well, we can't delay now, can we?

LAUGHTER

Eric the Red, as I live and breathe!

William Tudor-Bass. How are you? Still a tiresome old git?

Well, well, well, Gorbachev caved in the end,

so dry your eyes and let's have a good old hoolie, eh!

How are you, old man? A doctor, I hear? Very good, Eric.

-Very noble.

-These days it's the demotic "Ric".

Eric the Red, Red Ric.

Just as long as I don't call you Black!

Well, not unless you want me to call you William Tudor Ass!

So, you've - you've seen her, then?

Who?

The old squeeze I lent you for a term - the one

I gave you a bloody nose over. Kathy.

I didn't know she was here.

Will?

Eric!

I always say this to every new mum, just remember that you've

already been through labour once, just got to copy what your mum did.

-OK?

-Would you like us to come down?

A sort of welcoming committee for the little one?

You can strangle me this time.

We're going to keep things simple.

-We'll be in touch soon, all right?

-Good luck.

When I'm in the thick of it, I need to know everything they know.

I will be your perfect cipher.

I will tell you everything. I promise!

Push the button, then.

Oh, yeah - sorry.

'Doors closing.'

You never married then, Kathy?

Oh, please, Will! Really.

I'm old! I've no time for sweet mutterings by the river.

Are you taken?

Will, what IS the matter with you?

Don't give me the big, pious I-am, Redders.

I good as caught you peepy Tomming through Kathy's window.

We're in a sexual harassment-free learning environment.

None of us would have been born

if it wasn't for what's now called "sexual harassment".

Are we animals?

Must we wiggle our behinds from trees when it's time for coitus?

No, I'm not married.

Why not? You'd obviously like to be.

It...never felt right.

Well, that's progress, apparently. That's our brave new world.

People not getting what they want out of life. It's crazy.

I was engaged - to a colleague at the Foreign Office.

He was a lovely man,

but...I didn't love him.

I'd have been marrying out of fear of being alone.

Hm, a broken engagement at the Foreign Office?

Bet Cold War diplomacy was a breeze after that!

He didn't make me feel the way someone else had.

See, Redders? I've ruined her for other men.

Oh, yes!

No way. Where's Bola?

Annual leave. So I am the on-duty midwife tonight.

The neo natal team are all on standby.

All exactly as we planned.

We're going to do everything we can to enable a natural birth,

as requested.

Oh, we'll be having a natural birth. No ifs, no buts.

Well, there's no evidence that a natural birth would be better

than a Caesarean.

I am aware of that.

I'm the best doctor in this hospital so I'll be leading this birth

and I can't do that

if I'm dead from the waist down while a bunch of glorified nurses

pull a CDH baby out of me and decide how best to get her to breathe!

Right... Well, this glorified nurse has your birth plan here.

I just want to go over a few things.

"Gas and air only.

"No calling me 'Mummy'.

"No sugar-coating the facts. No sparing my feelings.

"If I'm failing the baby, tell me."

You give me facts and I'll give NICU the healthiest baby possible.

Agreed.

Are you single, Serena?

-Yes.

-See! So defiant. Single and free.

But listen to the pain in the voice.

"Love me, please - somebody, love me."

Have you met William Tudor-Bass?

Forgive me. Curse of my profession. Industrial dispute negotiation.

We're trained to read between the lines.

Ah, well - you'll be able to tell us all the secrets of a happy marriage?

Mm. Love, and lots of laughter.

Are we to understand that you actually persuaded a woman to become

Mrs Tudor-Bass?

Oh, yes.

I only ask because you're not wearing a ring.

My wife died four years ago.

Cancer. I buried my ring with her, where it belonged.

Will, I'm so sorry.

Well, I like a joke, but I'm nothing if not a devoted spouse.

I'm sure you were.

How many wives was it in total, Red?

I'm flattered. You've obviously been researching me.

Ah, just an educated guess, really.

I mean, like most people busy saving the world, you seemed to blow

with the wind with those closest to you.

So how many was it? Come on!

Come on...

Five.

Five! I thought doctors were meant to be decisive?

So how many little kiddies are there running around, mmm?

What happened to that little nipper you had in your final year?

Thank you for asking, my children are all well. All wonderful.

How many wonderful children?

Five.

Five children with different women!

Christmas must have been a nightmare.

The sacrifices that Ric's made in his personal life have been

to the benefit of thousands of patients.

I knew all the hard work would be worth it in the end.

You might find that you need a little more than gas

and air, being a copper top.

Did you train in the Middle Ages?

It's just that people with ginger hair tend to feel a little

more pain in my experience.

Do your insights extend to casual racism, too?

Let it go.

Right, this note to keep "Bonnie" in the loop...?

She's his contact.

And is there anyone that you'd like us to contact for you?

Mum, siblings?

You know what, the "Bonnie" note - let's just scrap that.

It's just me and Jac - no-one else.

Right. Well, remember to shout

when you realise you need ginger-level pain relief.

Well...

..don't know where you're going to go, but I'm nice and comfy.

Come on.

Let's...

rest your wee ginger head.

Oh! Oh.

Ooh, this is proper. This is a big one.

Thank you.

You've got an admirer.

I think you might be right.

So, why didn't things work out between you two, then?

They just didn't.

Well, when do they, at that age?

Well, youth doesn't have the monopoly on breaking hearts. Men can be stupid at any age.

Well, I feel like an oppressed minority.

Why don't you stage a protest?

No veggie breakfast, he'd have a protest.

Women barred from playing Richard III, he'd have a protest.

How many hours did we spend chained up in that bloody exam hall?

Come on, Ric. Whip out your handcuffs.

We weren't even vegetarian.

And no women wanted to play Richard III!

Hours and hours chained to that pipe.

It wasn't exactly Robben Island.

And then the guitar would come out.

Three strings. One song.

-"You have to stand for something...

-BOTH: "Or you'll fall for anything."

Yes, I took that with me.

The Foreign Office are lucky to have you.

They were. I resigned over Iraq.

You walked out on a great job in your 40s? That was brave.

I knew I was right. My boss didn't.

So I took my efforts elsewhere.

And ever since, I've split my time between Westminster

and the UN,

lobbying for clean water, land mine clearance...

-Anything you fancy?

-Mm.

Why wait for permission?

You always did talk like a criminal.

-Oh...

-MUSIC PLAYING

# I'm on the mood for dancing... #

I am, come on!

-Come on.

-Really?

Yeah, Terry Eagle's playing all the old hits.

You are staying the night, aren't you?

Well, we can't not catch up.

Maybe head to the river for old times' sake?

We have a meeting first thing.

Serena's the designated driver...

Yes, it's fine. I know you're busy.

-Sally!

-Kathy.

Oh, dear.

Your designated driver appears to have quaffed this rather fine bottle of New Zealand Marlborough.

No, she hasn't.

Yes, she has.

Guy, hello. How are you? Sorry for the late call.

No, no - everything's fine.

Yeah, yeah - I know what time it is.

I just thought I'd better let you know that I'm not going to be able

to make that 7:30 meeting in the morning after all.

Yeah. Yes, I believe it is the Sex Pistols that you can hear.

Indeed I have been drinking, Guy.

It is past eleven on a Tuesday night

and...well, I decided to follow your sage advice and "Go nuts".

All right, you too.

The contractions are getting quicker. You're doing great.

It's an involuntary biological process, Jonny.

Yeah, well - I still think you're doing great.

Bravo, Naylor, you one-kidneyed powerhouse.

That's a part of my body even I need permission to touch.

You do remember how she got in there, don't you?

Jac?

What's wrong?

Come on, Jac. I'm not a mind-reader.

Now would be a really great time for you to accept that.

Tara. She died. She was what...25?

And what did we do?

OK, stop right there.

She died and we...?

What, you think you're cursed?

Do you realise how ridiculous that sounds?

Would it make you feel any better if I was to tell you -

no, to REMIND you for the millionth time - that...

..you mean something to me?

Of all the things men say to excuse an inappropriate bunk-up,

that's up there.

I was grieving! And YOU,

not Mo, not my mates,

YOU were the one I wanted to share that with.

To me, that's not a bad thing.

To me, to anyone with a heart,

that's a-a...brilliant,

life-affirming, human thing.

But why would I expect you to understand those kind of concepts?

# No woman no cry... #

You better believe it!

# No woman no cry. #

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

In his head, he's improving Bob Marley.

Must be great to be in his head.

-It was always the opposite with you.

-Sorry?

It was the opposite with you.

Big finish now!

It's called a work ethic.

You could never enjoy what you had.

-Thank you, Wembley!

-Sorry. I can't hear you.

LOUDLY: You stopped enjoying life.

I'm all right, don't worry.

What does a man have to do to get a drink around here?

LAUGHTER

Oh, ladies and gentlemen. Fresh from judges' houses,

please welcome Eric the Red!

APPLAUSE

INTRO: "Brown-Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison

# Hey, where did we go

# Days when the rains came?

# Down in the hollow

# Playing a new game

# Laughing and a-running, hey, hey

# Skipping and a-jumping

# In the misty morning fog with our, our hearts a-thumping

# And you

# My brown-eyed girl

# You, my brown-eyed girl

# Do you remember when

# We used to sing

# Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah... #

Just like that.

# Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah La dee dah... #

You'd hate it. It's ridiculous.

What are YOU doing here?

En-route to Masala Palace to pick up some goodies...

I thought I'd pop in, see if you wanted my spare samosa?

I'm in between contractions.

Oh, great! Well done!

It's an involuntary biological process, Elliot.

Where's Jonny?

I know you steal them from my desk.

I'm not meant to eat.

Go on, what's good for the goose...

Ah, The Lady of Shalott.

Ric will be pleased they found a home for her.

Go on, then.

Arthurian legend. Cursed to die unless she stayed in her tower,

only seeing the world reflected in a mirror.

But one day, she spotted Lancelot down the river.

And she stepped out of her tower,

climbed into a boat

and sailed towards him.

And as she sailed, she knew her life was ending

but on she went - to her death.

Bright girl, then?

She's a human being.

What's life's great tapestry if not unshackling yourself from safety?

Those few seconds spent chasing something wonderful

were worth an eternity in that tower.

When you talk about me...

..what do you say?

I say that you are the surgeon

that I would trust with my children's lives.

I say you put yourself under impossible pressure to

help your patients, without ever letting on.

I say you put the do-gooders to shame.

And I say I'm so very, very proud of you.

I can't imagine life without her now.

Do you want me to stay here with you?

-If you must.

-And Mo? For Jonny?

Oh, Jean! Hi. Are you taking care of...?

-Baby Naylor? Yes, I am.

-Right.

See you later.

Jean...

I'm sorry, it must be a difficult time for you now.

Thanks for remembering.

I'm sorry I got a bit hysterical.

Must have been the gas and air.

Back to the coalface, then?

Look, I...

I know I'm not what you had in mind,

but I'm trying my best.

She is the luckiest girl in the world to have you fighting

her corner.

And don't tell me what I think!

Whatever happens,

there's no-one I would rather have as the mother of my child.

Jean? Can we have some help here, please?

Eric's having a grand time.

It's like the Summer Of Love all over again, I'd imagine.

You DO know we were only CHILDREN in the '60s?

Absolutely, Ms Campbell,

no, no, no, no, you missed those hippies by a long shot...

Though you have embraced their wild maverick spirit.

I can't help but wonder if you're coming on to me.

I'm so sorry if I've made you feel harassed.

Your Harvard dissertation on remodelling

the 80/20 Health Care model blew my mind.

My research fellow friends in med, biochem, neuro, med ethics.

Here, Yale, McGill, Princeton, Imperial. It blew all our minds.

You should have said. I'd have signed you a copy.

Would you?!

I've been wound up like a spring to ask -

and ask you all these questions, but...

I figured you must be sick of all the work talk.

I'm NEVER sick of the work talk!

Why don't you run in and grab us a couple more whiskies?

No problem... And by the way,

I do think you're super hot.

Oh, for goodness' sake,

what is the MATTER with you?

It's our anniversary.

Oh, just put them away.

I've tracked you down and driven out here to be with you on our anniversary.

You're making a mistake. I mucked up at work, you're mixing that up with us.

If I can't trust you with one, I can't trust you with the other.

I'll change.

But you won't. You'll get itchy feet.

Or you'll start destroying the things I care about.

You were back in my life for five minutes.

It never lasts because YOU always ruin it.

I haven't had a drop for days.

It's not just the drink, Edward.

You...chip away at me.

You make me feel so unworthy...

and undesirable,

and I'm not!

Serena, I...

You're the love of my life.

Buttons there has just made me feel better about myself

in ten seconds than you did in 26 years!

I love you. I do.

No, I love YOU.

I'm just some crutch you're rather fond of.

I'm better without you.

Edward...

..you are the father of my child.

You will always have a place in my life, and I will pay whatever

it costs to get you the professional help that you need.

But...

you and me?

No more.

They're coming fast now, Jac. She's so close.

It's coming, it's coming.

Don't look at the machines, just breathe through it. That's great. Great!

That's the stuff, Naylor. Well done.

You're doing great, sweetheart. You're doing her proud.

What is it?

Relax.

-It's fine. It's absolutely fine.

-What aren't you telling me?

-Jonny, what aren't they telling me?

-Nothing.

Jac...!

Look, you're not fully dilated

and your baby's heart rate is decelerating with the contractions.

She's recovering in between, but if her recovery stops,

then we have to go for a Caesarean.

Was it really that easy?

What's that?

Calling the shots with your career at our age?

You're a surgeon from Harvard.

Anyone makes you forget that, just walk away.

Yes! I will do that!

You're not dancing, why aren't you dancing?

I am now!

Timber!

Kathy!

Oh, it's way past my bedtime.

Thank you.

Come on, let's get you out of here.

We're not reverting to a Caesarean.

It's just a possibility if she doesn't want to move.

Why wouldn't she want to move?

It's just one of those things, dear.

Don't tell me it's one of those things! It's black and white.

Look, remember we don't want to get baby distressed

and there's only so much that we can do to control that.

I can control that!

But it's not that black and white, is it?

Someone please just tell me what to do and I'll do it!

OK, so I want you to focus on your breathing in the way that you

were doing, so that you decrease the amount of adrenaline reaching

-baby, OK?

-Let's turn you on your left-hand side, OK?

It will take the pressure off the blood supply to your uterus.

Someone isn't quite the party girl that she used to be.

Let's get you to bed.

Where's your key?

I don't know.

Are you serious?

I don't know.

-Come on.

-What?

No!

Go on, I've got to see this.

# Spider-Man, Spider-Man

# He does everything...

# ..a spider can...

# Is he strong?

-Oh!

-Uh!

Oh! Oh, look what I found.

Spider-Man hurt his knee, for me?

Just a flesh wound.

Wow, this has changed.

This used to be Phoebe's room.

How do you know what Phoebe's room looked like?

I never tried to climb a wall for Phoebe.

Uh-huh.

She gave me a key.

Oh!

SHE GASPS

You OK?

It's a case of too many desserts, Doctor.

Can I...get you a bucket?

You have such a way with the ladies!

The contractions are too far apart.

Come on, Jac, you can do this.

We may have to resort to a Caesarean soon.

-No!

-She's hyperventilating. She's going to wear herself out.

Jonny, get me some water.

Of course, yeah.

It's all gone wrong and I don't know how to stop this.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

You tell her whatever she needs to hear.

Even if she kills you for it. Right?

Five children. The oldest must be what, nearly 40?

Hmm.

Nearly 40. I remember seeing him in his pram...

So what's he up to? Politician? Doctor?

Leo died.

Six years ago.

I'm so sorry.

If I'd known...

I didn't think you were going to be here.

I thought you'd be off, flying the world,

family.

I assumed you'd moved on.

I didn't treat you well when we were here, Kathy.

I know that. I was young,

stupid.

You just stopped seeing me. Then you were out with that woman.

Why did you leave me?

I don't really know.

Somewhere between trying to figure out who I was and what I thought

I ought to be, I made the single most stupid mistake of my life.

Look, we've found each other again.

Let's not waste any more time.

No.

Oh, ah!

Kathy?

Kathy?

What's wrong?

Why is nothing working?

It just isn't.

Baby's still slow to recover from the latest deceleration.

Jac, I need to examine you. All right?

OK, OK.

No, still 8cm.

C-section.

Category one. We'll need a spinal as well.

Do it. Just do it.

-Jac, we're doing a Caesarean.

-No!

Listen to me, your way is not working. It's killing the baby.

Have they offered you chemo?

We haven't got time. Why talk about this?

-I'm not going to ignore what you just told me.

-We haven't any time. Just be with me.

Kathy, this is what I do.

If I have all the facts, I can help you.

We can make plans.

It's an inoperable pelvic tumour.

There's a clot in my leg.

They say weeks, not months.

-Are you taking warfarin?

-Yes.

Right, OK. I know the best specialist in Europe.

We can send him your scans.

I was so happy with you, Ric. So happy here.

Kathy, please - let me help.

Just be with me. That's all I want.

That cough's not good.

I know what the cough is.

-Where's the warfarin?

-Come here.

Where are your pills?

Where are the pills?

Have you stopped taking your medication?

I'm not going to languish for weeks in hospital.

When I go, I want it to be quick.

I've got a DNR.

No. What?

I just wanted to see you...

one last time.

You're so precious to me.

Kathy.

The sun's coming up.

Take me to the river again.

Let's get a boat, like we used to. Come on.

Jonny, you got this, yeah?

Oh, look, it's so beautiful.

-No boats, though.

-Well, we're going to find a boat.

I don't think they row in January.

It's so quiet.

Oh, no. Oh, it's sinking.

Thwarted.

Nonsense.

Here.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Careful!

Oh, my hero. Look at you, my hero.

Eric the Red. Regular Viking.

It's not over yet, OK? She's going to make it.

You're going to be a mum before breakfast.

-I can't feel her!

-It's OK, it's OK.

It's just the spinal kicking in.

Honestly.

Where would you doctors be without us nurses

to explain the basics, hey?

OK, Jac, just relax, we're going to begin now, OK?

The river never changes, does it?

You still look so handsome.

Kathy, please?

Keep going... Keep going.

This is going to buy you years of emotional blackmail material.

Like, "Don't kiss boys - I had an emergency C-section for you."

"Tidy your room, I had an emergency C-section for you."

OK, suction please. Suction! I can see her.

He can see her.

OK.

Let's get her out. Nice and quickly, please.

-What's going on? What's the matter?

-Meconium.

Come on.

I'm going to tell you everything in NICU, OK? Every single heartbeat.

You're going to make all the decisions. Every one of them right.

She's here.

Clamp, please.

Is she breathing?

Is she breathing?

No, there's no time for that.

Remember to record the APGAR.

Quick! Go on. Go, go, go, go, go.

Kathy never said she...

Why do ladies always play the hero when they're dying?

Kathy...

Poor little Kathy.

It would have meant a great deal

to her,

dying with you, Red.

We all knew that you were the only one for Kathy.

Thank you.

Pleasure meeting you, Serena.

Likewise.

Ric. Perhaps we'll not leave it so long next time?

As they say, "Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think."

I've been doing this for 26 years and one thing I know is

we can plan all we like,

but on the day,

baby will do what baby wants to do.

These tricky births just happen sometimes.

There's no rhyme nor reason.

I can't accept there's a reason for some things.

What, when, reason and blame?

In the end, all that matters

is that we loved our children -

even if they weren't ours for very long.

She's alive!

She's alive. And Jac,

she is so tiny

and...so beautiful.

She survived the birth.

Thank you. Thank you.

Um! She's not out of the woods by a long shot.

But she's over the first hurdle.

-How are you?

-Over the moon.

One day at a time.

Late night, was it, Ms Campbell?

I am not some batty aunt, here for your amusement, Guy.

I am a surgeon with a Harvard MBA.

You keep me out of a strategy meeting again,

and I will take my talents elsewhere.

A strategy meeting?

Yesterday. You had a meeting with the strategic board.

And I wasn't invited.

You weren't about to be made redundant.

Oh, I read your proposal. Great work.

She's in NICU and she's so tiny and so beautiful.

I'm so...happy for you.

Jess, it's Dad.

-And she's got like, this wee bit of auburn hair.

-Ginger.

Aye. And her wee hands are all open. And...

And she's sedated, but you can tell that she can see the lamp light.

And I'm going to put that wee piggy Ralph in with her as soon as...

as soon as he's been sterilised.

You know, whatever odds or numbers or chances we've got

flying around in our heads, we've got to stop that.

Cos she's going to do all that she can and -

and the team at NICU, they're going to do all that they can.

I know.

The great unknown - that's all there is.

-OK, do you want some water?

-Yeah.