Instinct Holby City

Why did you leave me?

I made the single most stupid mistake of my life.

Jess? It's Dad.

"Hello, darling Zosia. How was the end of term?

"Oh, by the way, your mother just died of terminal cancer

"she didn't want to be treated for."

Maybe I was relived. Maybe I just can't do this.

Well, that makes two of us, then. Welcome to parenthood.

-She signed a DNR?

-Darling, I didn't want to...

# Happy birthday to me

# Happy birthday to me

# Happy birthday

# Happy birthday to me

# Happy birthday... #

SHE GASPS

You can do Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays,

and I'll do Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays,

when I'm not on call.

You're always on call.

And you're not? Especially now you're Clinical Nurse Manager...

Precisely - we can't both be on-call

and looking after Emma at the same time.

-Why not?

-Well, because we live separately?

So as far as I'm aware,

Emma can't be in more than one place at one time.

Well, neither can the nanny -

a full-time, medically trained, childcare expert -

who needs to be with Emma whenever we are not.

Not necessarily.

Bonnie could help.

Oh, it was going so well...

Bonnie is calm.

She is professional to a fault. She is cool in a crisis.

She's compassionate, caring, honest.

-You make her sound like Superwoman.

-No, no, no.

No, no-one is Superwoman, Jac. Not even you.

Emma's been home six days, and you are exhausted.

-I mean, look at you.

-Charming.

That is not what I meant.

Listen, we are going to need every bit of extra help we can get.

What?

I mean it, Jac - you don't have to do everything by yourself.

Bonnie.

Hi. I...er, wanted to talk to Jac, but it can wait.

Good. Because the patients can't.

How is she?

The same.

All we can do is wait.

For her to wake up? Or for her to die?

-Zosia...

-It just feels like we've given up.

We're not giving up. We're doing everything we can.

We're doing nothing.

Look, sometimes the best course of action is to take no action.

BEEPING AND VIBRATING

This better be important, Digby.

What?

Argh...!

Well, we are four weeks into a brave new world.

With the first tranche of funding from the Tressler Foundation,

we have started a hi tech, self-sufficient neurosurgical unit.

Now, this is no small achievement,

but it is as nothing compared to where we are headed.

There have been set-backs.

Beth Forbes remains intubated and ventilated.

But we do not give up on her, nor do we give up hope.

If nothing else,

Beth shows just how important what we're trying to achieve here is.

As I speak, a second tranche of money is being made available,

and with it will come state-of-the-art equipment

to go with the state-of-the-art talent assembled here in this room.

DOOR RATTLES

Sorry, sorry. Sorry - car trouble.

-You don't drive.

-I didn't say it was my car.

Sorry, what did I miss?

Mr Self was just describing

the dazzling array of talent at his disposal.

Sorry, Mr Self.

That's OK, Dr Copeland.

I was just saying how Mr Tressler has chosen Holby City

to give his endowment to, and it's up to us - all of us -

to give that gift meaning.

Thank you very much.

Mr Levy?

Yes.

Perhaps a word about basic standards of professionalism and discipline?

Absolutely.

Come on.

So, good night, was it?

Irene Sandler.

Chronic breathlessness, persistent chest pain

and some unexplained weight loss.

I'm less worried about the last one. In fact, if you could encourage it...

I wouldn't be too eager.

Unexplained weight loss can be very serious.

That's easy for you to say.

You're stick thin, weeks after giving birth.

How did you know...?

I have the gift of "sight".

I love tarot.

"Irina Irinova, tarot reader."

Plain old "Irene" not good enough?

Mysticism, innit?

I could do you a reading if you like, gratis.

Aw, maybe another time.

-How long have you been a smoker?

-Who says I smoke?

I do. At least 30 a day. I too have "the sight".

White blood count, urine test, chest X-ray.

What about you? A glimpse into your future.

If you had any talent, you'd have seen

you were heading to hospital

and done something about it, wouldn't you?

Come on, then, maybe I will have that reading.

What happened to you?

You knew I was out last night, why didn't you wake me?

You weren't at home when I left.

OK, well, I got in at eight, but still, where were you?

Here, reading to Beth.

Again? You do realise she can't hear you?

You don't know that. There have been studies.

I do know that. She's got a GCS of three.

Anyone with half a brain knows that, which is twice as much as she has.

-Dominic!

-OK, look, sorry. Your patient, your call, whatever.

Anyway, listen, does your dad hold a grudge?

Why don't you ask him yourself?

You seem to be making enemies all over the place.

-He's on probation, right?

-Mm-hm.

Well, I've always believed in second chances.

-Thank you, sir.

-Third chances, not so much.

You're on very thin ice, OK? Don't screw up.

Thank you. Right.

This is Christopher Bing.

-Afternoon.

-Afternoon.

He has suspected gallstones.

Now, I want you to take a full patient history.

And if you get that right,

then you can practise your venepuncture by taking bloods.

Right...history and cannulation?

Every interaction is a chance for clinical assessment.

And Mr Self wants you assessed.

So...better get cracking.

Right.

Full medical history, so...

When was the last time that you...?

HE SNEEZES

-I'm so sorry.

-Great. No, no.

I knew that hospitals were disease-ridden cesspits -

I didn't know the doctors were too.

-The Lovers.

-Sounds promising.

It can be.

You have a choice ahead of you.

A triangle of some sort.

As long as you're aware of your priorities

and clear about the quality of your feelings.

Not a problem I've ever had before.

Hey, you don't do horoscopes as well, do you?

It's my birthday.

I've never felt much affinity with the stars, I'm afraid.

Oh, never mind. I've already made my plans anyway.

I'm taking my boyfriend on a mystery trip.

Five of cups.

Disappointment.

Should have gone for Skegness, then.

It's not about venues. It's about the future - your future.

It's subject to interpretation, so there are grey areas,

but as long as you understand what it is that you're asking of it,

you can salvage something from your disappointment.

What's disappointing is that it appears Mystic Meg's tests

haven't been done yet.

What do you call that?

Patient communication? A bit of fun? That thing nurses do?

As opposed to their jobs?

The tests have been done, and the chest X-ray is on its way.

-Don't get your knickers in a twist.

-Right, fine. Good.

What did you want, anyway?

You said you wanted to speak to me but it could wait.

Oh, right - that.

Erm...you see...thing is...

I need to take some time off this Friday.

I've got a long weekend planned.

Bully for you. Why tell me? I'm not your line manager.

-You don't need my permission.

-No, but Jonny does.

I haven't told him yet, it's a surprise.

-Got something special planned?

-Yeah.

Fine. I'll see what I can do.

-You will?

-Sure. Why not?

Thanks.

OK, um...so when did this excessive sweating start?

I dunno. When did your excessively runny nose begin?

-It's recent.

-It's revolting.

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way. But...

Five days. Same time as the nausea.

Right. And the nausea, on a scale of one to ten?

Ah, well, seven before I was admitted.

Ten since I've met you.

Right, OK, I'm just trying to do my job,

so I don't know why you're being such a...

No, I don't either.

I'm not feeling myself.

Have you ever heard of gallstones...changing someone?

-How they act?

-No.

I've heard of gallstones causing cholecystitis

which can be verified by a simple Murphy's sign test.

So if you wouldn't mind, I can just...

Mr Bing, what are you doing under there?

-What is that?

-It's Mr Tibbs, my pet kitten.

-What's he doing here?

-I can't leave him. He needs me.

Hey, wait! No, no, no!

Might be a silly question, but...

Smuggled in by the fruit loop that Levy's dumped on me.

I'm just trying to find a place to leave the little wretch.

Oh, no, you're not a little wretch, are you? OK...

-You don't like cats?

-I'm allergic.

And I don't see the point.

-Of cats?

-Of pets.

It's companionship.

You understand that, don't you? Companionship?

Oh, whatever.

I'm just glad I found it before Selfy did,

then blamed me for it being in the hospital.

SASHA: I need to get you back into bed...Mr Bing?

Listen, listen, no. What we're going to talk about is,

what we're going to talk about is me getting my friend back,

because he's been taken. Here he is!

Uh, Dr Copeland...?

-It's true? You stole his kitten?

-I confiscated it.

It's a kitten, not a kilogram of Colombian...

What on earth is that?

OK, Mr Self, I was just removing it from the premises and...

Ah...it's a ginger long-hair, unless I'm very much mistaken.

Dash of Persian thrown in there through the generations...

Yes, well, that may well be,

but it really shouldn't be on the ward, should it?

He stole my friend.

Erm, I'm sure Dr Copeland was placing it with the Cat Protection League

for the duration of your stay.

After all, it is a kitten, not a kilo of Colombian.

-Uh, Mr Self...?

-Oh Col, Col, look - a ginger long-haired.

Guy!

Nice to see you slumming it on the ward with the hoi polloi.

Billy, what an unexpected surprise.

Apparently, Mr Tressler was in the area. Hands...

I just thought I'd pop in to see how the investment was coming along.

Yeah, OK, let me give you a tour.

OK?

-Hey!

-Hiya.

So...I was thinking about this weekend,

special occasion and all, doing something a little different.

You, me, road trip.

But, eh...why is this weekend a special occasion?

-Is it Valentine's Day?

-Valentine's Day was three weeks ago.

Oh, good, good...

You haven't booked anything, have you?

-For Valentine's?

-No, for this weekend.

What with the new rota that me and Jac have worked out for Emma,

I can't just up and leave, you know?

But, look, we can do something another time, yeah?

Oh, speaking of Jac, here is Irene Sandler's chest X-ray.

Mr Di Lucca, I trust that you've resolved your issues

with Dr Tressler?

Hm.

Think of AAU as a family.

He is the gifted but flawed ingenue.

And you are the stern uncle tasked with setting him straight.

-Get off me...!

-I need security here!

-Get off me...!

-What are you doing?

It's all right, Mr G,

I caught this woman trying to break into your office.

-I was not breaking in.

-Jess.

Hi..."Mr G."

Oh, you know each other?

He's my father. Who the hell are you?

Adele's the wicked step-sister, right?

The unit desperately needs an intraoperative MRI.

So with the second phase of funding, hopefully...

But will it help her now?

Beth?

No.

I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at.

Well, in my world, this would be seen

as "throwing good money after bad".

So, what's going to happen now?

How do we get her off the ward?

Off the ward? She's a patient.

She doesn't need to be here, right?

It's not a good look, is it?

I mean, she can't be helped...

She can be helped. She is being helped.

-Is that your clinical opinion?

-It's the only opinion.

Well, then, I guess I'm done here.

I've got some funding outlines I could run by you.

No need. I've seen enough to know my investment's in safe hands.

Endowment.

Words matter.

Investment implies you expect a return.

An endowment is a gift - no strings attached.

Nothing in life comes with no strings attached, Guy.

Words are worthless. Actions matter.

Outcomes.

-Oh, that's a really big needle.

-Yes, yes, I'm afraid it is.

Right, what do we do when using a large cannula, Dr Copeland?

We use an anaesthetic gel

on the area we wish to insert the cannula.

Very good.

I'll just get some...

Should he really be in charge of handling sharp objects?

-This guy is a complete pain...

-That's enough!

-Problem, Mr Levy?

-Er, no.

-Where's Beth Forbes' scan?

-They're on their way.

Now pull yourself together, OK?

Take his bloods so we can diagnose him.

Or do I need to find you a nurse to teach you basic needle skills?

Sorry about that.

-Adele can be quite...excitable.

-Yes.

-She didn't hurt you, did she?

-No. It's my own fault.

I should have called ahead. Made an appointment.

It's been a while.

Well, I did call.

I wanted to see you. And David.

The family.

But you didn't seem that keen.

It wasn't the right time.

When is the right time to be with family?

You tell me.

Want to see your grandson?

-Jacob's here?

-Yeah.

Oh. Um...Ms Naylor?

Been called away, I'm afraid. Can I help?

Irene Sandler's chest X-ray.

Oh, yes, the tarot reader.

Jac did mention something about "arrant nonsense".

Spookily accurate nonsense, as it turns out.

-You had a reading?

-Lovers and cups.

What was your "disappointment"?

My aunt used to dabble. I picked up a thing or two.

Uh...it's my birthday.

The big three-zero.

-Oh, really? I didn't know.

-No. Apparently, neither does Jonny.

So, three weeks ago, I booked a cabin in the Lake District for us

to take some time off from...well, everything.

Worries about work, Emma...about Jac.

And I mean, you know that's fine.

I bought into that when we started out,

but I guess I did kind of hope that this one weekend

would be about him and me.

So, yeah, I found that a little disappointing.

-Sorry, I don't know where that came from...

-No, it's fine.

-Um...

-Oh, thank you.

Why don't you just talk to him?

Oh, no, he's got so much on his mind, serious stuff.

I don't want to make it worse. That'd be selfish.

It's OK to be selfish once in a while.

There are three of you in the relationship now -

you have to fight for your space.

I don't have to fight Jac for anything.

I was talking about baby Emma.

Can we arrange an urgent CT scan for Ms Sandler?

Shadow on the lung.

You might not be the only one receiving bad news today.

Whoa! What was that?

Mr Bing?

Mr Bing? You don't want to be doing that, OK?

Big needle. No sudden movements.

-No.

-No, what?

I don't trust you.

-You're cruel.

-OK, don't be ridiculous.

Now, let me just get on with this.

Whoa!

What is wrong with you?

Zosia, can you give me a hand please?

He's being impossible.

-Ms Sandler?

-Five of pentacles.

The X-ray has shown a shadow on your lung.

Cancer.

Is a possibility but by no means a certainty.

The CT scan will tell us more what's going on.

We all know what's going on.

The question is, what can be done about it.

Four of swords.

Let's see what the CT scan has to say.

Let's see what the tarot has to say.

Death.

Oh.

Death in the tarot

doesn't necessarily represent death, as such.

-Is that true?

-It generally represents transition.

Facing an inexorable change.

So what does it mean

when it comes with five of pentacles and four of swords?

Death.

Bummer.

How old is he?

Three months. He almost didn't survive the first week.

His mother, Tabitha, rejected him.

Why?

I don't know for sure.

Maybe Tabitha knows something we don't.

What?

What is wrong with you?

He's cruel.

Oh, don't be ridiculous. It's nature.

Just put the cannula in.

Already in and stuck down, thanks.

See what can happen when you don't fight me?

Zosia?

OK, well, that's me and you done for now.

You're going to have to say goodbye to Mr Tibbs for a bit.

Ow!

-Why would he do that?

-Maybe he knows something we don't?

He's got so big. When did that happen?

Since you last visited.

-How's David?

-Fine. Busy.

You know consultants.

-And how are you? You working?

-No.

Two cappuccinos, please.

Decided it was best for Jacob

to have at least one full-time parent.

Of course.

I don't suppose you miss it much.

I do. Always have.

Although training HCAs in martial arts

does seems a bit like patient-staff interface gone mad.

SHE LAUGHS

SHE COUGHS

-You OK?

-Just some acid.

-You sure?

-Yeah, I'm fine, really.

Thank you.

-This place has changed.

-Yeah, some things have.

Some people haven't.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

So...why did you call me, Dad? What's happened?

I...took a trip down memory lane.

I realised I had to re-evaluate things.

Get my priorities right.

Realised that I just need to listen.

PAGER BLEEPS

-I need to borrow some money.

-Yes, of course.

How much do you need?

20? 40...?

-About two grand.

-What?

First month's rent.

Rent? What for? What about David?

Have you left him?

Just a trial separation. A break.

Why?

Does it matter?

-Did he cheat on you?

-No.

-Did you cheat on him?

-No!

PAGER BLEEPS

I really need to take this. You stay here.

Sure. Of course. Go.

I'll wait, we'll talk.

You'll listen.

I know how much you want this, but it won't bring Beth Forbes back.

What's Beth got to do with it? We need an intraoperative MRI.

And the foundation is financing it.

-No. They're not.

-What?

The second tranche of funding has been frozen.

-By who?

-Who do you think?

I guess Billy wasn't happy with our "outcomes".

-Yes?

-Beth Forbes' CT scan.

Right...

Get Mr Tressler here now.

-Whatever it is, he can explain in person.

-OK.

The liver function tests confirmed what we already expected,

which is that the gallstones have moved into the bile duct

and caused a blockage, so...

He'll need an ERCP, I think.

OK, well, theatre's booked for this afternoon.

Ms Spinks needs her leg sutured.

We've got a backlog of scans need sorting. I don't know.

Right, Mr Bing...

Whoa!

It fell out.

-What did you see on the CT scan?

-It's what I didn't see.

There's no sign of ischaemia or hypodensity.

She hasn't suffered a stroke yet, which bodes well.

There's little or no neurological damage.

And as the swelling subsides and the vasospasm improves...

-What, so she could recover?

-Yeah.

What's brought all this on?

-The scan.

-Yes, and what brought that on?

It's Tressler, isn't it?

This morning you were all "do no harm",

but as soon as your dream got threatened...

Dammit, Zosia.

Can there not be one day - just one day -

when you don't think the worst of me?

I am not a monster.

20mgs morphine and hourly obs, please.

Sure thing, Big Daddy.

I see that Mr Di Lucca has been sharing my thoughts on staff morale.

You mean Uncy Raf?

All right, Mr G?

Before you say another word, I should make it clear

that the next person who addresses me

without due regard for hospital hierarchy and etiquette

will be out on their ear.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry about your daughter.

I thought she was a patient.

Oh, you assaulted someone that you thought was a patient?

That was before I noticed her body language.

All...furtive like.

And when did you become an expert on body language?

Well, I worked a cruise ship once. You know - floating casino.

Sad gambling addicts, you know the type.

She reminded me of some of the characters there.

And what is my body language saying? Right now?

That maybe I shouldn't be comparing your daughter

to a bunch of sad slot jockeys?

The cannula was in. Line hooked up. Everything was fine when I left him.

-Then what happened?

-I don't know. Maybe he pulled it out?

Now, why would he want to do that?

Who knows why he wants to do anything today?

Maybe it's because he's a nutter.

OK. Not professional terminology. But still, it's accurate.

Look, he was jerking his arm all over the place

when I was trying to earlier.

In the end, I had to stop and ask Zosia to help.

-Look, Zosia, tell him...

-Mr Bing's cannula came out.

Mr Bing claims it wasn't attached properly.

Dr Copeland says otherwise. Now, did you see it?

-Not exactly.

-What do you mean, "not exactly"?

Well, you said the cannula was in and strapped down.

I didn't technically see it.

It looked in, if that helps.

Did Mr Bing seem agitated to you at all?

No, he seemed fine,

although I know Dr Copeland complained about his behaviour.

-That's why I was there.

-Right, postpone the operation.

We need to push it back until we can flush through some antibiotics.

You want me to go back to him?

Dominic, he's a difficult patient, OK?

Talk to him. Find out why he's acting this way and sort it.

-Argh!

-Oh!

THEY LAUGH

-What's this?

-Forgot. I'm sorry.

-Mm. Yes, you did.

-Well, I'm an idiot.

You had a lot on your mind.

Well, I'm going to make it up to you.

Happy Valentine's Day for three weeks ago.

-I'll get a vase.

-Is there something wrong?

Jonny, has Ms Naylor returned from theatre?

She should be finishing up now.

-Going to need her to assist.

-Bad news?

Ms Sandler. Need her prepped for theatre.

I'll get on it.

I think she may be outside having a "puff of fresh air".

Excuse me...

-That's Anya's, isn't it?

-Yeah.

I was summoned?

I'm sure Ms Campbell put it more delicately than that.

She did.

-But I can read between lines, Guy.

-And I can't.

Which is why I don't understand why you've frozen our funding.

It hasn't been frozen.

It's just undergoing a performance review.

So this performance review, how does it actually work?

-Call it due diligence.

-Into what?

You.

Specifically, your recent surgical history.

I wasn't aware that you'd been out of the game for a year.

-Hang on a minute. That's not fair.

-No, no, Colette.

Mr Tressler makes a valid point. He has reasonable concerns.

And it's up to us to allay his fears.

-Would you like to come with me?

-Lead on.

You're going to have to stop, Irene.

Why?

Horse has bolted, right?

It's cancer, right?

Bronchogenic carcinoma.

Terminal?

If untreated.

Chemo? No, thanks!

I've seen the movie, I know how it ends.

Look, Professor Hope wants to operate.

Today. So, you need to put that out.

Is there someone we can call?

You shouldn't be alone for this.

No, there's no-one. Most of my family are dead.

And it may come as a surprise,

but the dating scene amongst the arcane is pretty dismal.

Anyway, they can't save me.

Told you. I've seen how it ends.

-Enough with the predictions.

-They're all I have.

Suffer any disappointments today?

I thought interpretation was a grey area?

Some things can't be salvaged.

David? It's Ric. Ric Griffin.

I need to talk to you about Jess.

Can you give me a call, please?

Her scans are encouraging, so we're continuing the Triple-H therapy.

Sounds a lot like you're clutching at straws.

You're projecting. Which is understandable.

Then again, maybe I'm not the only one projecting.

-I don't follow you.

-I know why you went AWOL, Guy.

Mr Tressler, that's enough.

How long was the bender? Weeks? Months?

On what planet do you think that's in any way appropriate?

No, Col. It's OK.

It was long enough.

And isn't it possible that all this. This unit.

This girl here...

all this hope is just a way for you to pretend it didn't happen?

There are signs the swelling is reducing.

Good signs that there's negligible neurological deficit.

You put your faith in me for a reason, Billy.

Go with that instinct.

-Argh!

-What is wrong with you?

It wasn't me!

Listen. I've had it.

Understand? Enough.

Now, if you want to go home, to your cats and to your smells

and to your fur balls, you need to lay there and put up with it.

You will NOT humiliate me again.

Look at you.

So worried about how you look.

You're the runt of this litter, aren't you, eh?

That's what Mr Tibbs could sense. You SCRABBLING for attention!

-Be quiet.

-Always trying. But never quite able to measure up.

-And DESPERATE to be liked.

-I said...

For someone, just one person, to understand?

Who is it that you're so terrified of being rejected by?

Shut up.

What, the nice doctor? The jolly one? No, he's no alpha.

Oh! It's the pretty one! The girl...

I said. Shut up.

When will you know... if she's going to make it?

Well, we work in days, not in minutes...

Ow! What are you doing?!

-Stay back. He's hysterical.

-What happened?

He stabbed me! With the needle. HE stabbed me!

He stabbed himself. Can somebody please call security?

And also order an immediate psych evaluation for him.

He's a danger to himself and others.

Kate, will you please escort Dr Copeland to the consultants' office?

Colette, page Mr Levy.

Dr March, remain with the patient until we get a psych evaluation.

Really sorry, Mr Tressler, you're going to have to excuse me.

Yeah, I guess I will.

Ah. Consent forms for you to sign, Ms Sandler?

She gave herself a reading. It didn't go well.

Oh, so you're the tarot reader?

I suggested to Jac that we get a reading done for Emma?

That's not going to happen.

-Emma?

-Sorry, our daughter.

-You're Ms Naylor's boyfriend?

-No. Not exactly.

He's my boyfriend.

I thought you just said...?

Yes, I share a beautiful daughter with Ms Naylor.

I share my life with Bonnie.

What, was that not poetic?

So, is Ms Naylor a lesbian?

No, no, no...

It's complicated.

Well, the tarot never saw THAT coming...

So, you're Bonnie's boyfriend, eh?

You looking forward to the trip?

-Trip?

-Yeah. The trip this weekend for Bonnie's birthday.

It's your birthday?

Whoops...

Sorry about that.

-Patients.

-I remember how it works, Dad.

So...what's going on with you?

What's to say?

Things haven't been working out so well for some time.

And I'm really sorry to ask for money,

-but I just haven't got anywhere else so go.

-Yes, you have.

My place is big enough. I want you and Jake to come and stay with me.

-I can take care of myself.

-And Jacob?

Of course. What is this? I've asked you for a favour!

Just one simple favour!

Jess, it doesn't make any sense for you to rent somewhere.

You said it's a break.

You don't want to get yourself tied into anything.

Not when you don't have to. And I can help look after Jacob.

Give you and David time to talk.

You're not listening! I can't...

I can't talk to David just now.

He...hurt me.

These things are always painful. Believe me, I've been through it.

No, you haven't. I don't have time for this.

Jess, I know you're sick. I know you can't sleep.

-I know you're in pain.

-You went through my stuff?

I'm not judging you. I'm just trying to help.

And that's some heavy-duty stuff. What's wrong?

Are you even seeing a GP? Jess, don't run away from this.

-Don't make the same mistake I did.

-The same mistakes as you?

Your life is littered with failed marriages.

And do you know why?

Let me tell you why. Because you listen. You always listen.

But you never hear!

-I'm sorry.

-You always are!

-Jess?

-Ah!

-Jess?

-Ah! Just let me go!

No, no, no. You're not going anywhere.

-Can we get some help here, please?

-Ah!

-Come on.

I met the father of your baby. Jonny?

-Nice man.

-He certainly thinks so.

So does Nurse Wallis.

Professor Hope's on his way.

Good luck. Don't run towards any lights.

-I hope I didn't drop you in it...

-Oh, far from it.

In fact, I think you may have just salvaged the situation for me.

Well, us. Jac, is Friday sorted?

I said I'd look into it.

There you go.

I must have interpreted the tarot wrong. I'm saved.

What do you mean?

Lovers crossed with five of cups.

"Disappointment" - at least, that's how I read it.

Course it all depends on the question being asked.

And what did Bonnie ask of the tarot?

SHE CHUCKLES

I couldn't possibly say, but I can tell you what 90% of women ask.

And what's that?

Love and marriage.

They say the Lake District's a very romantic place.

He lashed out. Tried to brush me away.

He'd done it before - several times, actually.

But I'd always been able move the needle.

But this time...

-So, he'd done this during previous attempts at cannulation?

-Yes.

-Did you report it?

-Yes. To Mr Levy.

But Mr Levy rightly pointed out

that the patient was just being difficult.

It didn't even occur to me that he may have a phobia of the needle.

I should have thought...

Mr Bing has made a formal complaint. Process now takes over.

You're suspended until that complaint has been evaluated.

How long have you had the acid reflux?

Two, three months.

-And you didn't get it checked out?

-I didn't think it was serious.

Serious enough for hospital-grade painkillers?

Like men don't self-medicate!

Yes, thank you, Adele!

Mary-Claire, could I have bloods, please, Us&E's,

FBC, a CT scan and a chest X-ray?

Right you are, Pops.

Is it just me, or has discipline slipped a bit in here?

-Don't.

-Oh, it's his fault! He talks like we're a family

but forgets that means dysfunctional and informal.

Sounds about right.

Stapling the bronchus.

-How's she doing?

-Oh, just dandy so far...

Listen, I want to talk about the rota.

-Yeah, me too.

-Really?

You're right. If Bonnie wants to help. I should let her.

I've been irrational. Releasing the inferior ligament.

No, you've been a mother.

Well, maybe I should try to let go a bit. Water, please.

-Test for any air leak.

-Thank you.

In fact, why don't you come over this weekend?

Both of you, if you want?

-THIS weekend?

-Well, Sofia has to go and see her mum,

and I'd appreciate knowing you were around.

-That's not a problem, is it?

-No. No, no, of course not.

I just need to...run it by Bonnie.

You do that.

-A hernia. That's it?

-An epigastric hernia.

Explains the acid...

Well, what it doesn't explain is why you didn't do anything about it,

-the pain!

-I had other things to worry about.

And morphine-based painkillers?

-You're coming off those. Now!

-Done.

Stop fussing, Dad. Everything's going to be OK.

Now, can I go see Jake?

You're not going anywhere until we get some other medication in you.

I can have Jake brought... Oh, it's David.

Don't answer it.

Well, I probably should. He's returning my call.

You called him? You told him I was here?

I left a message. Said you were here.

That you were safe.

Look, I know that you're having difficulties.

But he's still your husband. He deserves that much.

Yeah, you're right. I just...

Don't want to talk to him right now. I'll call him later.

-From yours, tonight.

-You're coming.

Yeah, of course. Where else would I go?

Is bringing her out of sedation going to work?

Shock the brain into fighting back.

It's the only way to test motor response.

Using pain? Isn't that rather sink or swim?

It's totally sink or swim. But Beth's held on for this long.

There's something in there fighting. Let's draw it out.

-Any questions?

-No.

Is this what she wants?

She wanted to be let go. We know that.

She's in a coma. She doesn't know what she wants.

Then should we be doing this at all?

I just don't know if we're doing it for her, or for us.

We're doing it because it's in her best interests.

Ready?

Yep. She's been off sedation for several hours.

OK...

Beginning motor response test.

Come on, Beth...

MACHINE BEEPS

-Beth?

-Guy, she's in VF.

ALARM SOUNDS

-She's crashing!

-Crash team!

-How did it go?

-Good, I think.

We'll see how she goes in recovery.

Maybe we could celebrate? Have a drink this weekend.

-For my birthday?

-Jonny told you, then?

-Uh-huh.

Fine, I'll get something in for the three of us.

Four.

You, Jonny, Emma and me.

-Of course. Four.

-Nice and cosy...

If you've got something to say, Bonnie, spit it out.

-Why this weekend?

-You know why. Sofia's away... Emma...

Yeah, that all sounds really plausible.

But I can't help thinking, you KNEW what I was planning.

You knew I'd already given it up,

because Jonny felt like he couldn't not be there for Emma.

And then you come up with this thing that's so...

un-Jac-like, so NICE.

Compromise. Yet I still don't get to be with Jonny.

No. I guess you don't. Deal with it. Because you know what?

I don't need to play these games. If I wanted Jonny, I...

That's it. You think you can just take him back

-whenever you wish, don't you?

-I didn't say that.

You were about to. What is it with you?

He's given you everything, and you still do what you can to hurt him.

-I pity you.

-Well, don't!

You're the one getting in the way of Jonny and his child.

Just remember that...

Adele, have you seen Jess anywhere?

No, I thought she was with you.

-Can you call the creche, please? Find out if she's there?

-Yeah.

Mr Griffin, I was given these X-rays. Think they belong to you.

Is your patient a kick-boxer? She's taken a hell of pounding...

I counted 10, 11 scarred-over fractures?

Maybe three still healing.

Mr Griffin? They said she picked him up 15 minutes ago...

You shouldn't be in here. I've got a different doctor now.

It's OK, Mr Bing. I just want to talk to you.

-About what happened.

-What, when you stabbed me?

-That didn't happen, Mr Bing.

-Look! Look!

That was an accident. You lashed out at ME!

You must know that?

Look, OK, I know we haven't seen eye to eye today...

But think about it.

Why would I stab you? I'm a doctor.

I spend all day helping patients.

It doesn't make any sense!

Now, you need to understand.

This is my career on the line here, OK?

Why would I sabotage that? I wouldn't!

I mean, do you even REMEMBER this?

I've been having trouble recently, remembering things.

Feel a bit strange. Up here.

That's because you're ill. You need professional help.

But how can I help you, if I end up getting suspended?

Now, look. You said yourself that you've been feeling quite strange.

Do you not think it's possible that you lashed out

-and you simply don't remember it?

-Why would I do that?

I don't know!

But I can help you try and find out.

But first, you need to tell someone that you were wrong.

-What was I wrong about?

-Everything.

Thing is, if I was ill,

somebody here would have spotted it.

I mean, I'm surrounded by doctors. None of them think I'm mad.

-No, wait...

-Just you. No. Go away. Go away.

I think I'll have the police now.

They can take care of it.

-Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

-Clear. Shocking.

-One, two, three, four, five...

-Charging to 360...

-..six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

-Stop...

-Not again.

Dad? Does she want this?

Clear!

Shocking.

Rhythm.

OK.

Re-sedate. Continue Triple-H.

When she's stable, CT scan.

-How long's the wait?

-Jess?

-OK.

Jess. I know.

I KNOW.

"He hurt me" - I know what that means now.

I've heard...

Please, just leave us alone. This doesn't concern you.

I've seen the X-rays.

Why didn't you tell me? I could have done something.

How long?

Long enough.

You should have come to me. Got away.

-I couldn't.

-Why?

I'm so sorry.

But I'm here now.

Alive?

I must have got the wrong interpretation.

It wasn't the cards that made you so sure, was it?

I read your family history.

Dad. Dead at 45. Lung cancer.

Grandfather, dead at 55. Lung Cancer.

Uncle. Ditto.

Do you know the funny part?

None of them smoked.

Well, neither do you now, yeah?

You do this right, you've got another 30 years.

30 years of what?

Do you know what my first feeling was when I drew that death card?

Relief. At last, some...

change. Something different.

30 bloody years those cards have told me I'd meet someone.

Have...something.

Well, don't give up. Except the fags.

Like you said, salvage something.

Hey, hey, I've been looking for you.

What, did you come to say goodbye?

Let's face it, there's no coming back from this.

Right, if you look deep enough, you usually find a solution.

I've been reading your notes from today.

This is one comprehensive history.

I mean, it's all here. Documented. Every strange act.

Every run-in.

It doesn't explain why he turned on me.

It doesn't explain why he's ruined my career.

It doesn't explain why I'm wearing this stupid plaster

from some flea-bitten kitten, who...

Oh, I'm an idiot.

What?

Oh, my God, it's been staring me in the face all day!

What has?

I mean, it's not like we're half a neuro ward, is it?!

Dominic, what...?

Toxoplasmosis.

What?

It's a parasitic disease. Carried by cats.

It's actually quite common.

What happened to me is quite common? Becoming different people.

A different person? A nasty person?

Well, that's not as common.

It's not the parasite itself that led to those symptoms.

The condition will have formed calcified cysts on your brain.

-Not now, Digby.

-It's just quite interesting...

It's a disease. Caused by my cats?

You can't blame them.

I'm not blaming them. No, you misunderstand, quite the opposite.

I'm glad of the explanation as to why I am the way I am.

Why I've been acting the way I have.

Yeah, you're not mad, you're just full of parasites!

-Can you fix it...?

-Well, now we know what it is, yes, we can.

Excuse me, just a minute...

That was a good get.

Could have twigged a little sooner.

Would have saved a lot of nastiness, but...

An interesting decision, you coming back to this hospital

after what you'd been through. Gutsy, some would say.

And what would others say?

Good question.

Yeah, you're an interesting one. I'm going to keep my eye on you.

Beth's?

Better go be with her.

-Thought you'd gone.

-Well, Bonnie has had a really good idea...

-Oh, is that so?

-Well, Jonny was telling me

-about how you said you'd trust Emma with me. And with Jonny.

-Yes.

So, we were thinking we could kill two birds with one stone -

we could take Emma to the Lake District this weekend.

I mean, two nurses, one child, it can't go wrong.

I guess we all have to accept that there are three of us

in this relationship now.

Me, Jonny and Emma.

And we need to pull our weight.

And this way it means you get the whole weekend to yourself.

You can go bowling or bingo or whatever.

I mean, you did say that, right?

I think that sounds like a great idea.

Jac!

You're a wee star! Come on.

You've heard. About Beth.

You win some, you lose some.

No hard feelings, eh, Guy?

Hard feelings?

It was purely a commercial decision.

As I said,

legacies stain easily.

And I'm very good at picking which way the wind's blowing...

A young girl is dying.

Who's fault's that? Mine?

Not hers. Not Beth's.

But there are other people whose lives you could have saved.

You can't save them all, Guy.

You're going to come in there,

you're going to sit there and watch her die!

She died a year ago!

Anya? Right?

You can't bring her back.

And I'm not going to build you a neuro unit

just to salve your conscience.

-Finished?

-No. But this conversation has.

Think it's time you left.

And that temper showed up on the due diligence.

I'm truly sorry, Guy.

I thought this could work, but you're a loose cannon.

You understood the scan?

Widespread ischemic deficit.

A devastating stroke.

She's not going to survive this.

Could go into cardiac arrest at any moment.

You don't have to be here for this.

Yes, I do.

You're not a monster.

I want you to know, I don't think that.

Just a harmless ogre?

Yeah...

Zoshie,

you should have this.

-I don't think I deserve it.

-Yes, you do.

You know,

doing stuff is easy.

Surgery. Getting your hands dirty.

You try, you succeed. Or you don't.

Not doing anything.

Watching...

That's hard.

MACHINE BEEPS AND FLATLINES

Er, you don't have a spare cigarette, do you?

It'll kill you.

After the day I've had, I might just take that.

Couldn't possibly be weirder than mine.

What did you DO to it?

Only a little accident! Or three.

Hey, the insurance'll pay for it.

Of course, you do know this could mean war?

Bring it on!

Oh!

I've never liked cats.

Although I do respect their instinct to survive.

Did you really never have pets? Not even as a kid?

My mum bought me and my brother, Chris, hamsters once.

OK.

Well, I don't exactly know why, but I had two hamsters.

A male and a female.

And Chris had just one hamster, a female.

Anyway, my hamsters did what hamsters do,

and, pretty soon, we had six baby hamsters.

Our own little family.

Anyway, one day, Chris and I decided it would be fun

to let his lady hamster play Mummy.

Anyway, we took my hamster out.

Put his hamster in.

And she bit all their heads off.

What? Well, what did you do?

-Nothing.

-You didn't try to stop her?

Well, they weren't HER babies, were they?

They were a threat to her. So, she dealt with it.

She felt threatened, so she reacted.

Lashed out. With violence.

Because that's now nature works.

When threatened, react violently,

end threat.

David, hi. It's Ric.

No, I'm fine, fine, thanks. How are you?

Good. Good.

Listen, Jess left tonight to go and visit her mum.

Yeah. Oh, no, no, no, she's fine. She's fine.

Well, at least as far as I know.

You can never tell with Jess.

Never one to "share".

At least, not with me!

RIC CHUCKLES

Anyway, I just thought that I'd better let you know.

Yeah, yeah.

You too, mate.

Take care.

He'll come looking for me.

When he realises...

he'll come.

I'll be here. I promise.

And if he comes anywhere near you...

..I'll kill him.