Intuition Holby City

She's going to make it. You're going to be a mum before breakfast.

-Is she breathing?

-Go, go, go, go, go!

BREATHLESS: She's alive.

-I need the warmth of another human being and you're the closest.

-Right.

Colette, come and work with me.

I'm a surgeon, not a penpusher.

We could really build something here.

BIRDSONG

DOOR SHUTS

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Ugh, don't start, Guy, I know I'm late.

If you want to blame someone,

blame the scallies who let the air out my tyres.

Yeah, I'll be there in five minutes. Hang on a minute.

Don't think I've forgotten

- my office, 10.20, and bring Casanova with you.

Sorry, what were you saying? Sophia Mason, the new HR woman?

Yep, I've met her.

She wants to see me? Why?

BLEEPING

AMBULANCE SIREN WAILS

SHE SIGHS

MUSIC: "I Don't Wanna Go To Work" by Lissie

Ah, wondered where you were.

-Did you?

-Yes.

The heating's on the blink, there's no hot water,

so we're going to have to call the landlord.

-So...last night.

-Have you seen these bills?

If we don't get a new flatmate, we're going to have to move out.

Right, yes. I've been thinking about that and...

..it can't just be anyone. The mix has to be right.

I'm ahead of you.

-Em, Zosia, these are all a bit...

-I know.

-Fun.

-Rowdy.

Erm, and they're all... They're all guys.

Feel free to add your choices.

So you don't mind if we have a girl?

Why would I?

So you're telling me the way I got this job was dodgy?

Dodgy's a loaded word.

No, the interim head of HR cut a few corners,

so Sophia's made it her mission to check out everyone he hired.

Including me? But everything was kosher, right?

Well, I may have pulled a bit of a flanker...

-Oh, don't stop now.

-Technically speaking,

there should have been a director of nursing at your interview.

But he was sick, so St James' sent along someone more junior.

I mean, we should have cancelled really.

You were the best candidate by a mile - ten miles!

So now I'm going to have the human pit bull

nosing into everything I've done?

Sophia is a bit tenacious, right? Sit her down, answer her questions,

and she'll be fine. Just get her off our backs.

Oh, "our backs"? It's me she'll be grilling like a kipper.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Mary-Claire, don't stress, I'll be right down.

Whatever that is, you don't have time.

AAU are short-staffed, so I'm going to help out.

If Sophia wants to talk to me, she'll have to come and find me.

And she can bring me some new nurses while she's at it.

SIREN WAILS

It's all right, darling. I've got you.

You'll be all right.

-Me stomach's giving us gyp.

-Don't worry, we'll find you a bed.

Aren't we supposed to be getting more staff?

It's all talk. Director of Nursing was supposed to make things easier.

-Well, that's management for you, isn't it?

-I'd jump at the chance.

-Sitting in meetings all day, eating chocolate digestives.

-Wind your neck in, Mary-Claire.

If you spent less time chatting up Harry, you might get some work done.

Right, let's get these patients moving.

Either discharged or transferred pronto.

Excuse me, what are you doing?

This muppet here burnt her hands on an ice sculpture.

It was at a hen party.

Right, you're supposed to wait until someone sees you.

It's only an ice burn, I've seen it before in Ayia Napa at a 21st.

Morning, this is Adele Effanga. Our new HCA.

-Effanga? Are you related to Mo?

-You're right, Columbo.

It's just you've got the same surname, so...

No, I'm only messing with you. She's my sister.

-Right, Mary-Claire, you see to the patient.

-Her name's Lola.

And, Adele, you come with me.

Come on. You should have been here half-an-hour ago.

Out on the razz with your mates, were you?

She's not my mate, I just met her in the car park.

You do know that you can't treat patients?

It's not like I was performing brain surgery.

Get changed, and then come back and do whatever Mary-Claire tells you.

And, Adele...that is a fabulous jacket.

I know that it's going to be very difficult for all of us at first.

But, on Keller...

we work as a team.

How about I make us dinner tonight?

Yeah, whatever. Something simple would be good.

He's perfectly entitled to return to work.

The situation was investigated...

I was thinking something a bit more...

romantic?

..so I am hoping that we can all put the past behind us

and welcome Dominic back to Holby.

Hello, Diggers.

Long time no see.

Lola, you had me worried to death.

I would have texted, but my phone died.

But I waited up all night, I went round your friends.

-You drove round looking for me?

-What else was I supposed to do?

-Morning, are you a relative?

-Her sister.

So Lola's had superficial burns, but she's ready to be discharged now.

No, no, I'm sick as a dog.

You probably just need to eat something. We can get something from

the deli you like on the way home.

I don't want to go home, I'm not right.

Have you had any breakfast? Well, no wonder...

No-one's listening to me. My heart's racing - feel.

-I believe we have a meeting.

-Yeah, I'll see you up there.

-The files you need are on my desk.

-I was rather hoping we could make a start.

Feel free to make yourself a brew while you're waiting.

There should be some clean mugs there somewhere.

Yeah, your pulse is fast.

-And Adele said that you were sick before?

-Yeah.

-Harry, can we have the usual tests, please?

-You're keeping her in?

-Colette, it's probably just adrenaline and shock.

-Humour me.

This is Norman.

Mr Lodge, if you don't mind. Familiarity and all that.

Sorry. Mr Lodge is having an elective incisional hernia repair.

Now, it says here you had your appendix out a couple of months ago.

I never thought I'd be back here this soon.

If that surgeon had done his job right in the first place...

Unfortunately, it seems that you contracted an infection.

And I probably caught it here.

Hospitals, they're full of bugs.

After we've run a few tests we're going to get you prepped

and ready for theatre.

Now, I promise you, we'll take very, very good care of you.

That's what they said the last time.

Zosia.

I would like you to take the lead today and assist in surgery.

-Um, Sacha...

-Hang on, Arthur.

-And...Dominic.

-Call me Dom.

If you can keep across Norman's obs,

just ease you back in gently.

-Back in? You've been here before?

-Career break.

-Hmm!

I'm getting a distinct whiff of scandal.

Coffee. Lunchtime. Details.

And don't bore me.

Arthur, could you take bloods and chase up Mr Melvin's results, please?

Bloods? Isn't that a bit of a waste of my diagnostic skills?

It's a teaching hospital. You can be lead another day.

-She's so beautiful.

-Ah, bless.

Hey, if you ever need a break,

-I'm happy to sit in with her.

-Cheers, mate.

Listen, has Jac been in yet? Cos apparently she's been discharged.

-Haven't seen her.

-She's not on NICU.

She's probably just getting her head down. You should do the same.

I think I might, you know, before this meeting with Mr Solis later.

-I really don't know what I'd do without...

-Shut up, Maconie.

-Hey, you the daddy.

-I'm the daddy.

HE LAUGHS

What would Mum think about all this?

You out all night, ending up in hospital.

Probably, "Good on you". At least I know how to have a laugh.

-Unlike you.

-I'm just trying to look after you.

Really? Well, it's like being in prison.

Isn't that what we're trying to avoid?

She's tired.

-Right, Colette wants these to go to Darwin.

-No problem.

It's hard to find somewhere private in this place.

Yes, it is.

You waiting for someone?

No. Avoiding nosy, irritating people.

Yeah, me too. Sort of.

That was a close call.

What was?

That's my sister. Mo. She's a doctor in here. Transplants.

So if you ever need a new heart, she's your man.

I nicked her jacket, if she finds me she'll skin me alive.

I mean, usually she's all right, but you touch her stuff...

I knew it. You've just been discharged, haven't you?

What were you in for?

I thought you might need a pick-me-up.

You can't buy me off with some cheap drink.

It's actually a double shot cappuccino

with extra sprinkles, and you're welcome.

Right, these are pregnancy test results!

I asked for Mr Melvin's file,

he's hardly likely to be in his first trimester, is he?!

For the record, I don't like my doctors to talk to staff that way.

Well, if she'd have done her job properly...

Whether we like it or not, Dominic has a right to return to work.

He attended a professional hearing,

his case was investigated and settled.

Yeah, he almost ruined Malick's career, I don't...

Thank you.

You know he's got to repeat a year, don't you?

So he didn't get off entirely scot-free.

I think that's the least he deserves.

I shall keep a close eye on him.

He can only be judged by results.

-So, any medication of any kind?

-I've got ADHD.

Oh, so you're on atomoxetine?

Yes. She got diagnosed when she was ten.

After Mum died, I said I'd look after her.

-So what dosage is she on?

-Excuse me. Colette.

Would you mind if I tried to find out what's wrong with my patient?

Like a doctor or something?

Sorry, am I stepping on your toes, Harry?

Well, if you want to do my job, go for it. I don't mind a day off in the pub.

You see, I'd have thought at your level,

you might want more time for outside research, not boozing.

So, how long have you been on atomoxetine?

Six months or so.

-OK, have you had any meds today?

-Not yet.

Ah, Mary-Claire, good.

Could you get 80mg of atomoxetine for Lola, please?

Well, I can give her that when we get home.

No, it's better she doesn't miss a dose.

-Are you on anything else?

-No.

All right, thank you.

The woman from HR has left a message.

She says she's still in your office.

-COLETTE SIGHS

-If I wait long enough, she might

-do me a favour and self-combust.

-Colette.

I'm not very happy prescribing medication

without medical records.

I know, I agree. Leave it with me, I'll sort it out.

HE GROANS

-Zosia, Mr Lodge needs a hand.

-Let's get you back into bed.

Oh...

Did you carry this in yourself, Mr Lodge? It weighs a ton.

I'd have to take anabolic steroids just to carry it out the house!

Last time I was in here, that water tasted funny, so I brought my own.

And what about all this food?

At least I know what I'm eating, don't I?

I mean, all the stuff in here's outsourced and microwaved.

I've heard the stories.

Specific anxiety disorder...

probably triggered by medical trauma.

I'd suggest CBT and keeping a thought diary.

I've only come in for a hernia, and now you want me to see a shrink?

What is it with you doctors, you on a bonus plan or something?!

What Dr March meant was, that we don't blame you for feeling anxious.

We've done this procedure hundreds of times

and it's easy for us to forget how nervous patients feel.

That's what I always say.

And as far as I'm concerned, we treat the patient as a whole,

we don't just cure the disease.

Now, I'm going to sanitise my hands before I examine you,

-is that OK?

-Yeah.

Actually, Dr Copeland, I'm the most senior doctor on the ward

at the moment, so if you wouldn't mind stepping aside, please,

thank you.

Erm, he shouldn't be doing that, so why we letting him?

-What's happening?

-Dominic has everything in hand.

It's incarcerating, we're going to need 10 mg of morphine

and you should probably organise a CT scan.

He's an F1, why is he giving orders?

We'll also need IV fluid, one litre of saline.

Well, temperature's elevated. Good work.

-We should probably repeat bloods as well.

-Just as well you were here.

I know you'd both finished your shift,

but having a crafty snog in the linen cupboard? Tacky.

Don't let it happen again.

And you, put your hands in your pocket

and treat her to a proper night out. Go on.

Young love...

That was a rather unorthodox way of doing things.

Well, there's no point in making a song and dance about a kiss.

-And they were off duty.

-There are protocols.

Sometimes a light touch gets better results.

Sophia's keen to get on as quickly as possible.

Yep, hang on, I just need to chase up some records for Dr Tressler.

I'd like you to talk me through your key competencies and skill sets.

You mean, you want to know what I'm good at.

I get people, I get how they work, I trust my instincts,

and I stand by my decisions.

And if my staff need help, I get stuck in.

And how do you balance that with your other duties

as director of nursing?

I write a to-do list.

At the end of the day, people matter more than paperwork.

So I do my paperwork at the end of the day.

Well, thanks very much for coming, Sophia, we look forward to...

Oh, I'm not finished yet. I'd like to shadow you, Colette,

see how you interface with patients and staff.

-I have a call to make. AAU, ten minutes?

-No problem.

DOOR SHUTS

This is just routine, isn't it? I don't have to worry about my job?

HE SIGHS

Ugh, you are joking?

Hello, Chelsey, I'm Miss Effanga, but you can call me Mo.

What happened to the ginger one?

If you mean Miss Naylor, she's on leave.

So while she's sunning herself, I get the support act.

According to your notes, you drank a nitro cocktail.

Now you're having an oesophageal replacement.

Right, so we will create a new oesophagus

using your stomach lining,

then in time you'll be able to eat and drink as normal.

You'll be in theatre for up to ten hours,

-so it's going to be a long day.

-Ten hours? No way.

-I've got to be out of here by five.

-That's not going to happen.

And what kind of experience do you have to be an HCA?

Oh, loads. I've had hundreds of jobs.

You name it, I've done it - barmaid, dog walking, beautician...

I could do you a nice vajazzle if you wanted it.

Oh, and in my last job, I was a holiday rep.

Your skills seems inadequate for dealing with vulnerable people.

If she can deal with a load of drunken lads on a pub crawl

in Magaluf, she can handle anything we throw at her.

Aw, thanks. And I promise not to diagnose any patients again.

You were treating patients?

A misunderstanding, done and dusted. Adele knows the score.

Adele, if you could take those files up to Darwin, please?

And don't spend too long gossiping with Mo.

You have a very informal way of dealing with staff matters.

If this had been picked up at interview, who knows where we'd be?

Same place as we are now - with me in charge.

I am so sorry I'm late. Jeremy Solis.

Jonny Maconie. No worries, pleased to meet you.

I received a text containing news of your joyous arrival

halfway up a chairlift in Chamonix.

Two weeks skiing in the French Alps. A small fortune to roll down a hill,

get frostbite, and argue with my sister's dreary husband.

-Nice cheese, though.

-Mmm.

-So, baby Maconie-Naylor.

-I wouldn't let Jac hear you saying that.

Formidable's what I heard.

Is Miss Naylor coming today?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Well, don't worry, we can rearrange the meeting for

-another time if you'd rather.

-Please.

-I don't want anything!

-I'm not giving you anything!

-Harry, can I borrow you for a sec?

-Sorry, this can't wait.

LOLA MOANS

-You all right, Lola?

-She's fine.

It's me, Adele.

I was supposed to be home at 12, but why was I going home

so early when all the other girls were going into town?

What has she taken? Lola, look at me.

-Did I leave the gas on?

-Well, don't just stand there, help her.

I snogged this lad, he said he was going to call us.

Have you given her something?

-ALARM BUZZES

-No, Dr Tressler has.

I need to get some milk. We're out of milk!

She's tripping.

OK, Lola, I need you to keep calm and breath deeply.

-LOLA HYPERVENTILATES

-OK, take a deep breath and calm down, all right?

2.5mg of midazolam, please.

I'm going to look in your eyes, OK, you're all right.

Keep calm, keep breathing.

-This must be a reaction to the atomoxetine.

-What's that?

Can you stand back, Sophia, and let us treat Lola?

-Still waiting on those medical records!

-You're treating her without reference to patient notes?

Lola's got ADHD, if she skips her medication

she'll be bouncing off the ceiling. And that's no good for anyone.

-I see.

-We relied on information from Ruth,

who's also her carer. It's all right, Lola, you're OK.

LOLA STOPS HYPERVENTILATING

-Mo.

-Hey. How did the meeting go?

Jac wasn't there, Mo. And don't tell me there's nothing wrong.

All right, call Sacha, see if she's been in touch.

-OK, I'll give it a go.

-Could be worth going round to her flat.

-That's a good idea.

-Hang on.

-What?

I thought Elliot was supposed to be at St James' all day.

Well, he is. He came by and saw the baby before he went.

She wouldn't...

Morning.

I owe you for helping me with Norman back there.

Three golden rules for dealing with old people...

Uh, Norman's only 65.

OK, number one. As soon as they start giving you that whole

"How old do you suppose I am?" routine,

always knock ten years off of what you actually think.

However, no woman looks over 40. Even if she's 90.

-Right, I think you're being really...

-Number two.

Reassure them.

The world is getting faster and they're slowing down.

They're bound to get the jitters.

-This is perfect.

-Plenty more where that came from.

You must have lots of useful insights.

I suppose that's the advantage of repeating a year.

So how naughty were you? Did you kill someone?

-Don't be daft.

-Fighting?

Seriously?

-You slept with a patient?

-No - Malick.

Shall we talk about dinner?

I went through this with her last time.

Why has she changed her mind?

-Prior engagement.

-I said, where have you been?

So we're dumping our plans to fit in with her social life?

We could do the dilation. It'd be faster.

At a push, she'd leave today. It's not ideal, but it's a compromise.

Oh, I see...

you get to waste people's time,

because you're the great Jac Naylor, right?

Chelsey's only 17, she can't make decisions about major surgery.

She can barely decide what colour to dye her hair.

-I'll talk to her.

-No way, no way.

Our daughter is lying in NICU,

and you want to be messing about at work?

It's a five-minute conversation with one patient. I may as well.

-What can I do for the baby?

-Be there!

"Be there"?

Hang around, getting in the way of the people trying to save her life?

As long as it is just a conversation.

You can't go anywhere near theatre.

I know. I've had a baby, not a lobotomy.

Maybe you should be with her then.

-How did it go with the Paeds guy?

-It didn't.

After your no-show, we had to rearrange.

-He wants to see both of us.

-Good.

One o'clock. Do not miss it.

-Colette.

-Have they got sentimental value for you or something?

I promise, I'm taking it now. But...

It's all right, just say what you have to say.

I'm just a bit worried about Lola, that's all.

Oh, I'm going to see her in a minute, I'll check on her.

You're going to think I'm making it up.

Spit it out.

-There's something weird going on.

-Weird how?

I don't know, really.

I saw Ruth earlier and she was holding a bottle of pills...

And?

She was acting odd.

So are you saying Ruth gave Lola something?

-Did you see her do it?

-No, I just get a bad feeling.

SOPHIA SNORTS DERISIVELY

-OK...

-It's easy to get things wrong in a pressured situation.

-Ruth seems like a decent woman to me.

-I know what I saw.

Adele, I'm going to need more than a hunch before I can do anything.

Just sort those files out, please.

Yeah.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening. Lift going down.

-Can I leave these for Miss Effanga, please?

-Hold on a moment.

Thank you, bye.

Oi! What are you doing here?

SHE SIGHS

Ruth, can I have a quick word about your sister's drugs?

I just wanted to check that you've told us

about all the medication that Lola's taking.

Excuse me?

It's been a very stressful day.

Is there anything you might have forgotten to mention?

-Erm...

-Are you giving Lola any drugs?

Multivitamins.

I should have said, I'm so sorry, it's just she's

so erratic with her meals, I just want her to be healthy.

Don't worry. They won't have done her any harm.

I hope you don't mind me asking, we had to check.

Got the results on why Lola was hallucinating this morning.

She hasn't been taking her atomoxetine.

Well, I tried to make sure she swallowed them, but...

She's been dumping them.

So this morning she went from zero to an 80mg dose.

-No wonder she was ill.

-Well, at least we know now.

-Sorry if you felt we were accusing you.

-You had to ask.

But...could you tell Adele to keep away from Lola?

She just keeps stirring things up.

Sure.

I can't get my head around it.

-How long have you been at Holby?

-Just...

-And why didn't you tell me?

I wanted to surprise you, Maureen.

Mission accomplished. What ward you on?

-AAU.

-That'll keep you busy. Nice outfit, by the way.

Says you in your baggy old PJs.

Speaking of outfits, did you take my jacket?

-I borrowed it.

-Uh, I could swing for you!

I wanted to wear that on New Year's Eve. Get my twerk on.

You should be thanking me, I did you a favour.

-Yeah? How's that then?

-I saved you from a major style crisis.

That jacket's not you, you look like a fluffy flamingo.

Who says that wasn't the look I was going for?

I want it back. And I'm putting a lock on my wardrobe.

So...get you, Miss HCA.

I know! It's been all right, you know.

-I think I might stay a while.

-You'll have packed it in by Easter.

-Wrong again.

-Sorry, yeah - Valentine's Day.

-You got a crystal ball, have you?

-You just don't stick at anything.

Jobs, blokes. It's like commitment's a four-letter word.

Yeah, well we're not all swots.

I'd be surprised if you even last a day on AAU.

-Bet on it?

-Nope, you're always skint.

ADELE LAUGHS

Put your money where your mouth is.

If I last longer than a day, I get to keep the jacket.

-All right. If you don't, you do my laundry for a week.

-Done.

Hello, Chelsey.

You've not got much of a tan,

considering you've just been on holiday.

-Who told you I went on holiday?

-Dr Fang.

Mo tells me that you've changed your mind

-about the oesophageal replacement.

-That's right.

You do realise if you go for the endoscopic option,

you're going to have to watch your diet for the rest of your life?

It's my life. All you have to do is cut me open and stitch me up.

Fine. You still at the Thornview Care Home?

No. I got kicked out. Inappropriate behaviour.

Oh, I'm shocked(!)

They caught me in bed with Ash. They weren't chuffed.

-Does he live at the home too?

-No. SHE doesn't.

She's me ex anyway. Bottled it after the accident.

-New address?

-I don't know yet. I'm moving in with my dad.

He's going to text me the address later.

He's just got out the nick, so...it'll be good for both of us.

Great.

There's no redness around the hernia.

-And you're in no more pain?

-No.

-And no vomiting?

-No.

Everything's progressing well.

We just need your CT results and then we're good to go.

All this prodding and poking about...

I just wish they'd get on with it.

I'll chase up your results for you.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No, Doctor. No, I'm fine, thank you.

There are worse things than sleeping with your boss.

Such as lying about him under oath because he dumped you?

I was under a lot of pressure.

You were vindictive,

-and you nearly cost him his career.

-At least I didn't cut his hand off.

He was supposed to be my mentor and he seduced me.

And now I'm a total pariah.

-Poor you.

-No, er... Did you just understand anything I just said?

If my boss had done that to me, I'd have tried to get him sent down.

Malick should've known better.

He was totally hot though - high-five.

So...were you able to talk to Ruth?

Yeah. She was giving Lola vitamins.

I don't believe her.

It's the drugs we gave Lola that caused her to hallucinate.

Nah, but there's still something else. She was acting all suss.

Adele, there is no big mystery. There's nothing strange going on.

Listen, you can't keep making accusations.

You know what? I should have just stuck to being a rep.

Well, it's a bit early to be throwing in the towel.

You're great and everything, Colette, but...

I could make the same money anywhere.

Maybe Mo was right. This isn't for me.

When are we going to get a name for that beautiful girl?

We can't just keep calling her Baby,

unless, of course, you're fans of Dirty Dancing.

We're working on it. Aren't we, Jac?

So, we are monitoring Baby.

First things first, I want you to stay positive.

This is bad, isn't it?

We are struggling to maintain her oxygen levels.

We're adjusting the ventilators,

but we need to make her as stable as possible.

-So you're not going to be able to operate?

-No, not yet.

It is a bit of a set back,

but that's not to say things won't turn around.

Babies - it can be up and down.

-What can WE do?

-Talk to her, sing to her.

-And give her a name.

-In case she dies, you mean?

Jac!

We're all professionals. Let's not mince words.

Do you think she's going to die?

She's very poorly, Jac, but I think your little one is strong.

You know as well as I do, I can't give absolute certainties.

PAGER BEEPS

I'm afraid I'm going to have to dash,

but I will get back to you as quickly as I can.

Just wait in the relatives' room for me.

-I feel as though I've got the flu.

-Your temperature is elevated,

I can get you some paracetamol to ease the pain.

BREATHLESS: You're not my doctor. Where's the woman?

I'm the most senior doctor on the ward at the moment.

OK, fine, so what about my laparoscopy?

-I can still have that?

-No, that is not going to be happening.

The hernia is strangulated.

You probably did it trying to move that bag.

I've informed theatre, you're going to need open surgery.

-What?! Wha...?

-What's going on?

Nothing, I was just informing Mr Lodge

he needs to undergo an open procedure.

It's OK, Mr Lodge. Stay calm.

-It was supposed to be routine!

-Right, the blood supply

to your intestines has been cut off.

I'm going to get you into theatre ASAP. I'm going to phone them now.

-(What do you think you're doing?)

-Just keeping him informed.

He's scared to death of hospitals. We'd only just got him to trust us.

Oh, "us"? Right, you and Dominic, you're best little buddies now, are you?

Instead of resorting to classic passive-aggressive behaviour,

-perhaps you should give Dominic a chance.

-Oh, my gosh, he's got you

fooled already. That didn't take long, did it?

He's not frightening the patients though, is he?

MR LODGE: Nobody is cutting me open.

You are going to seriously injure yourself.

You said everything was going to be fine!

I should have stayed at home.

Every time I come into this hospital I take my life in my hands.

HE GROANS IN PAIN

I'm going to find that doctor, you don't look right.

That's because of you. You're doing my head in.

-Go home, stop hanging about.

-I won't be long.

-She never listens...

-Don't worry, I'm going to help you.

He'll be here in a minute.

What are you going to do, sit by my bed night and day?

-Hi. Your sister tells me you feel worse?

-Yeah.

Your temperature is still pretty high. I think I'm going to

start you on a course of antibiotics.

I'll go and get that sorted.

What do you think you were playing at?

-He wasn't even your patient.

-I was only telling him the facts.

-You weren't around.

-So you thought you'd help me by scaring him half to death?

Look.

HE PURSES HIS LIPS

Gone. What are we supposed to do now?

OK, we're going to keep looking for him and we're going to find him, OK?

Actually, none of this would have happened

if Dominic stayed away. What he did to Malick was...

Malick?! What is this hold he has over you?

-Did you fancy him or something?

-What?!

Actually, that would explain everything.

Dominic was your rival for Malick's affection

and you resented being edged out. So now you're sublimating.

Right - there's no hold, trust me, he's just my mentor.

And Dominic probably engineered that whole thing, so...

Malick preyed on his student. And he's gone.

So get over it.

OK, right. Let's, uh...

Let's talk about this over dinner.

I think this is getting in the way of our relationship.

-We have no relationship.

-We're having...

-Sex?

-Yes, and that means something, doesn't it?

No, Arthur, it doesn't. It never has.

Sorry to keep you.

So. Your baby has had a rise in her temperature.

We've done chest X-ray, which confirms a lung infection.

We're changing her antibiotics,

so once those kick in, we'll know how things stand.

She... She just seemed so better this morning, didn't she, Jac?

Please tell me you've been to see her today?

Have you been to see her at all, Jac?

Jac, I know this has been a roller coaster.

Medically, we're doing everything that we can,

but we can't be her mother.

She's been squatting inside you for months,

she knows your voice better than anyone's - talk to her.

It'll make a real difference.

So...there's nothing else we can do but sit and wait, right?

And choose a name for your daughter.

Hi. So...

your lactate levels are very high.

-It could be ischemia in the abdominal area...

-What does that mean?

Basically, it means there's not enough blood supply

-getting to the tissues.

-I knew it, I'm dying.

-Well, what's caused that?

-We'll know more after a scan.

You look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

I don't want to make a fuss. It's just, um...

..Adele. She's taken my pills, my vitamin pills.

Stolen them from my bag.

Ruth, that's a very serious allegation.

Did you actually see her take the pills?

No, no, but I know she did it.

Are you 100% certain you want to pursue this?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Take this to NICU for me. And if you breathe one word of this...

Could you clear your locker, please?

ADELE CLEARS HER THROAT

See?

She hasn't got your pills, Ruth.

Well, they were in my bag when I went to find Dr Tressler.

And when I got back, they were gone.

Anyone could have taken them, people are in and out all the time.

So my word counts for nothing?

You believe her because she works here.

No. There's no evidence. Case closed.

All we've done is waste everybody's time

when there are people who need our attention.

When I ask you to do something, it isn't

because I'm in love with the sound of my own voice.

You just do it, do you understand?

We'll be taking Chelsey into theatre once it's free.

Maybe an hour or so. They're running late.

Fine. I'll deal with the paperwork.

You don't have to. I heard about the baby's breathing, I...

Right, I need an address.

I ain't got one yet. He hasn't texted me.

What's his number?

Yes, hello, Mr Corman,

this is Jac Naylor, I'm a consultant at Holby City Hospital.

I'm looking after Chelsey today, and...

If that's what you think is best.

-He's blown me out, hasn't he?

-Yep.

Well, there's no point in staying here then, is there?

So you're just going to give up?

-You're a right cow, aren't you?

-Your dad is a bigot and a moron.

So just get back into bed and let us look after you.

-Mr Lodge.

-Just pick me up outside, half-an-hour.

-Mr Lodge.

-I'll see you then.

-Mr Lodge, you have to come back inside.

-Oh, it's you.

You got some more good news for me, have you?

It's really important that we get you into theatre.

Your hernia is strangulated, you could di...

Do yourself some serious harm.

You've not got much of a bedside manner, have you?

Never really had the, eh, gift of the gab.

-Here...

-What you doing?

Just a sandwich. It's organic cheese.

There's no pesticides.

Don't eat it, don't eat it!

So...have you always hated hospitals? What's...?

Who wouldn't hate hospitals?! Only bad things happen here.

You're either sick or you're dying.

Or, to look at it another way,

people spend their whole day trying to make you better.

-Eh?

-Yeah. That's, eh... It's...

That's my missus.

-Rachel.

-Right.

How old do you think she is?

Um...

..50s?

-62.

-Wow.

-Mmm.

She's... She's kept her looks, hasn't she?

HE GROANS IN PAIN

OK, OK, OK. Let's get you back inside, shall we?

Yes? Yes?

-WEAKLY:

-Yes, yes...

-What's that?

-Isn't it obvious?

You let me stand there and defend you when Ruth was right all along?

You said you needed evidence.

All you have to do is get them tested down the lab.

Are you out of your mind?!

You nicked these from a member of the public!

-I'm trying to help a patient.

-This could land you in court.

You've only been here a day and you are causing mayhem!

Why can't you just let it go?

Ruth's up to something. Gut instinct. I don't trust her.

Just get back to work, please, Adele.

SHE SIGHS

If I don't make it, thank you for listening, Doctor.

You'll be back on the ward in no time, OK?

It's a good team.

Yeah, I must say, you all seem to go the extra mile.

We just want to do what's best for our patients.

And that Dr Copeland - Dominic, is it? He's got lovely manners.

He's a good lad.

How could you not go and see our baby all week?

SHE EXHALES

-I did have major surgery.

-You could have taken a wheelchair.

Which is what I assumed you had already done!

Can we just choose a name?

-Do a top five. E-mail me.

-Ugh, so in years to come,

when she asks how we came up with her name, we'll say, "Via e-mail!"

OK, erm... Do you have preferences?

Modern, fun, traditional...

Fun? We're naming a child, not a gerbil.

OK, we could do the Kardashian thing...all matching first letters?

No? OK, we could go Scottish, like, properly Scottish.

Morven.

Morven Maconie!

It's "Naylor". And Morven Maconie sounds like a gangster's moll.

What about, em, Destiny? Oh - Storm!

Storm. We can get her a couple of neck tattoos while we're at it.

PAGER BEEPS

It's Mr Solis.

So if we find those pills, we'll let you know.

Oh forget it, I'll buy more.

Why are you so concerned about a bottle of multivits?

They're easy to replace.

You can get them down the supermarket in some BOGOF deal.

Oh, well, I have to order them in.

Lola gets upset if I buy the wrong ones.

Something's not right here.

What you hiding, Ruth?

She gets these outbursts. It's not her fault.

If she's off her medication, or... Or been drinking.

How often does it happen?

Depends on her moods. Once...

twice a week.

You should report this.

I can't. She's my sister.

Ruth, I am so sorry.

You weren't to know.

A portion of the small intestine is infracted.

We're going to need to resect. Clamps, please.

What caused all this damage? All these arteries are extremely narrow.

I'm guessing drugs.

Mmm.

She's very lucky. If she'd left it any longer...

MACHINE BLEEPS LOUDLY

B/P's dropping.

You know, I don't believe I am hearing this.

I told you it was serious. You should have been sweet-talking Sophia,

not running round trying to do everybody else's job.

Get your head back in the game, Colette,

or she'll have you out the door.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yes?

BLEEPING CONTINUES

Suction.

Clips going in now.

Good.

This has been a time bomb waiting to go off.

-If I hadn't come down here today...

-How'd you mean?

It's glaringly obvious that Colette wouldn't have been offered

the job had you gone through the correct procedure.

Are you saying my judgment is suspect?

I think you've been swayed by your...

friendship, or whatever it is, with Colette.

-Just hold on a second...

-Your staff are out of control.

Their training is lax, patients are being treated

without reference to medical records.

-We were on that immediately.

-You undermine your colleagues.

-I respect all the staff.

-Even Dr Tressler?

-Has he complained?

-I saw it for myself.

You constantly jumped in when he was trying to diagnose the patient.

Sophia, what exactly are you planning now?

I'll have to report it to the board.

It's possible we'll be forced to re-advertise the position.

And you'll have to reapply for your job.

-She's keeping us on our toes, showing us who's boss.

-She's improving?

She seems to be responding to the new antibiotics, yes.

But you know how it is - the next few hours are crucial.

When can I see her?

-Give us an hour, and then she's all yours.

-Thank you.

Yes, thank you.

This place ain't much cop, is it?

What do you want?

I was told you need these urgently. You took some finding.

-Yeah, how did you?

-With my brilliant mind.

I asked one of the porters.

-Right...

-What is it?

I want you back on the ward.

And when Lola gets back from surgery, don't leave her side.

-But what is it?

-Gut instinct.

-OK, so maybe I was a bit harsh.

-I think I deserved it.

It's fine. So we're still friends?

Of course. Absolutely.

Great. Cos I like things the way they are.

No hassle. Just fun.

Me too, yeah. Definitely. Um...

Does that mean dinner together's still all right, or...?

Every girl likes to be wined and dined.

Is Lola out of surgery?

Yeah, she's fine, she's in recovery, she'll be here soon.

I said I didn't want her here.

She's staying. Adele, can you make up the bed, please?

So, can we just go through it again?

-The tablets you were giving Lola.

-Multivitamins.

OK, because we have some test results.

So she did steal them.

The tablets were dexamphetamine, weren't they?

Ruth?

I'm so sorry.

Sorry? You've played us the whole time!

It helped with the ADHD. She's nice when she's quieter.

Why didn't you take her to the doctor's

-or get social services involved?

-Do you think I didn't try?

You make an appointment, she forgets to go.

Getting the tablets myself, it was the only thing I could think of.

-But you let us give her atomoxetine.

-Well, that's not my fault.

I wanted to take her home, but you INSISTED that you keep her in.

No, you should have said something.

-How many were you giving her a day?

-I can't remember.

-More than the prescribed dose?

-Maybe.

Everything is safe when she's taking the tablets.

She's not out meeting all kinds of oddballs. People take advantage.

They steal her money!

And when she's quiet, she's not hitting you.

The thing is, those tablets are making her ill.

But she took them when she was a kid.

I got them off the internet.

They can be unsafe for adults if they're not strictly supervised.

I'm sorry, Ruth, but I'm going to

have to report this matter to the police.

But if you do that, I'll have to tell them what Lola does to me.

She'll end up inside.

Is that what you want?

They've found you a placement - Doug and Craig.

You've lined me up with a couple of gay blokes?

I'm a lesbian, so I need gay foster parents(!)

They didn't just off-load you on the first family they could find.

They spoke to a few.

Craig's into vintage, he's looking forward to meeting you.

You did all that for me?

-It's part of my job.

-Thanks.

Right, I'm going to sedate you now, give you some painkillers,

you might have some tummy discomfort, OK?

Miss Naylor, can I have a word?

-I'm not letting you back in theatre.

-I can do this.

And I can do karate, but I wouldn't try it after a C-section.

-I want to see this through.

-You can't.

-Yes, I can!

You OK?

JAC SIGHS

You should say goodbye now, Ruth.

It'll be OK.

Shall we have one of our curry nights when I get out?

Course.

MUSIC: "Lose Yourself To Dance" by Daft Punk

-It's a bit loud, isn't it?

-Hmm? What?

It's a bit... Maybe some Chopin or Gershwin might be more appropriate.

-Let's dance!

-That's it, OK.

HE TURNS DOWN MUSIC AND SIGHS

Right, I've got smoked salmon, followed by carbonara.

After today, I think it'll be a relief to unwind without...

Hi! Fancy a...menage a trois?

-What?

-A cocktail, silly! Really not my type.

Oooh, this totally beats a microwave meal for one.

Do you need a hand in the kitchen?

What? What are you doing here?

We needed someone for the flat and...

Ta-da! She twisted my arm.

We're going to have the time of our lives...roomy.

-I hope you're up for a big night?

-Always.

-So, when are you taking me out then?

-How do you know I even fancy you?

Just own it. I'm seeing someone on Wednesday,

but I can do Thursday. Pick me up at eight?

-It's good of you to fit me in.

-You're lucky I had a window.

I think we both need this.

Uh, you are not kidding. Did you get me any crisps?

We'll grab some dinner when you're done.

No, I'm going to be here for another couple of hours.

OK, takeaway it is then.

Sophia is e-mailing me a copy of her findings.

If she wants to take me on, that's fine.

But I didn't come here to sit at a desk

and write memos any more than you did.

I'm a nurse, and if people need my help, I'm there.

And you were on the money with that HCA.

Adele?

Yep, she'll be great - as long as she can stop gabbing long enough

to learn anything.

You going to open that or what?

What did he say, my dad, when you talked to him?

That you'd get over him and make a life for yourself.

-He didn't, did he?

-No.

But that's what's going to happen.

Chelsey, this is Craig.

Nice T-shirt.

Guess I won't be getting that jacket back?

Guess you'll be doing your own laundry.

What was I thinking? It looks much better on you anyway.

Oh, come on, you know I've got the fashion police beat.

If you want me to do some shopping for you...

-MO SNIGGERS

-What, don't you trust me?

I'd trust you with most things, sweetheart.

Just not my credit card. So, you lasted a day on AAU.

-I'm impressed.

-What, that I did a good job?

No, that you didn't kill anyone.

Ha-ha(!) You're almost as funny as your weave.

# Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you... #

I think Mr Solis meant nursery rhymes,

not songs about drug addiction.

Aye, but I want to get her in to good music right from the off.

Lou Reed, The Jam, bit of Ella Fitzgerald.

-TO BABY:

-And maybe we'll do Glastonbury one day.

-Emma.

-Sorry?

The baby, what about "Emma"?

Hello, Emma.

This is my daughter, Emma.

Yeah, I like...