Exit Strategy - Part 2 Holby City

Call security.

You endangered your patient's life for the sake of your statistics.

That's outrageous. This is...

It's negligence at best. Malpractice at worst.

Forget Jac. I love you.

It's just words.

Then marry me.

I understand that you're looking into a road traffic accident.

So you'll be needing to speak to the driver.

-In here, is he?

-You're looking at him.

You do realise you're putting your career on the line.

Do you have any idea what the fallout from this could be?

SNORING

Do you? Really?

Oh, Chantelle...

Digby.

Zosia...you too?

Digby.

Dominic?

Argh!

What are you...? what are you doing?

(..so subdural haematoma..)

What're you staring at?

Nothing...

-I need your help.

-What with?

Rehearsing my evidence.

Hence the waterboarding.

I've got to be word perfect.

-Sorry, I can't.

-You're not due in for another hour.

No, it's not that. I really don't think you should be doing this.

Look, I've got to cover all the angles otherwise they're going to think I'm a...

I mean go through with it. It's a kamikaze mission.

-Says who?

-He's the CEO and he's your dad.

So what, you think the chairman is going to favour him

-over some junior.

-Exactly.

Yeah, that's why I need to bring my A-game.

No! Right, you need to take a step back, just...

So you're not going to help me?

Right, if you insist then of course I will...

-No. Forget it.

-Just let me see.

I can do it on my own.

Will you just get me off this thing and let me out of here?

Problem?

Yeah, he's fallen over.

Yeah, it's OK. I've got it.

-I'll give you 8.2.

-What?

For the dive.

My shoulder!

Yeah, I think you've dislocated it, Father.

Reverend, you moron.

Great, it's my daughter in disguise. Right, let's get him up.

Well, make sure she gets her afternoon nap,

I don't want her up all night...

Can you put her on, please?

Hello, face-ache. You being a good girl for Nanny McPhee?

Really? That's absolutely fascinating...

I'll see you tonight.

Bye-bye! Bye!

You sounded almost maternal.

Funny.

How is my little Munchkin?

Oh, I'm fine, thanks.

-Jonny?

-His master's voice.

Where did you rush off to this morning?

You just looked so peaceful sleeping there,

I didn't have the heart to wake you.

I had a special breakfast treat lined up for you.

-Damn!

-Get a room.

-Are you going to tell her?

-What, now?

-Why not?

-What are you two whispering about?

Well...

Have you ever been a best man at a wedding?

Me? No. Why?

-No.

-Yeah.

-No!

-Yeah!

You mentalists!

-I know.

-Congratulations.

-Thanks.

-Thanks, man.

Well, better get to work on the stag do.

How's that feel?

What's all this?

This is the Reverend Hughes...

Glyn.

Rev was admitted with concussion.

So, er, have you heard from you know who this morning?

And then threw his shoulder in for good measure.

So she hasn't seen sense?

He was assaulted at a bus stop...

For God's sake.

Some loon didn't like the way Glyn looked at his wife.

She had the most voluminous breasts.

Maybe not such a loon after all. Right, done.

What is she thinking?

Is she trying to trash both your careers or what?

I can look after myself, it's her career that I'm worried about.

-Ah, the fugitive himself.

-That's not funny.

You don't need to tell me that.

I need to see my daughter.

-Tell me about it.

-Are we done?

Actually, I wouldn't mind an update.

I was arrested after admitting leaving the scene.

I was interviewed by the police and then they released me.

So no charges?

They need to speak to Jess and her husband before they press...

-Assuming he regains consciousness.

-Obviously.

You're not concerned about what he might say?

I've told the police the truth. What they do with it is up to them.

Would you at least acknowledge

that I've got your best interests at heart?

Hello, earth to Zosia?

You're late.

I'll make the time up at the end of the day.

-Been to see your brief?

-Sorry?

-Forget it. Serena's looking for you.

-Why?

-Bay three.

You asked to see me?

Yes, just a sec...

What use is beauty if you can't taste it?

Is that biblical?

It's from the Book of Me.

Excuse me, but that's my backside.

And it's incredible.

Thank you, but it's also private property.

Can I call you Serena?

You'll be calling your lawyer if you try another stunt like that.

-Going to report him?

-No. A knock on the head can do strange things.

What did you want?

I need you to stitch the reverend's wound and make sure he gets a wash.

Obviously doesn't believe cleanliness is next to Godliness.

-Anything else?

-I believe you're up before the beak later?

-Yes.

-Brave girl.

-Or stupid.

-Well, I didn't like to say.

You don't think I should go through with it?

-I didn't say that.

-What would you do?

Just tell the truth as you see it.

Last time I checked, integrity was still a good thing.

Ms Campbell? Will you be there?

I hadn't planned to be.

-Oh.

-I wasn't involved in the case.

No, no. Of course not.

Look, if you need a spot of moral support...?

-I'll be fine.

-I'm sure I can find the time.

-Really?

-Not a problem.

Take your time Jess, there's no rush...

It was dark, I was in a lot of pain...

-Keep your head still?

-Where's Ms Campbell?

-Don't know...

-Will she be back to see me soon?

Next person you'll see is an HCA for a bed bath.

-No.

-Yes.

-I don't want one.

-You smell.

-I want to see Serena.

-Do it for the rest of us, if not yourself.

I'm tired of doing things for other people's sake.

-Isn't that part of your remit?

-I've got a new remit.

-Really.

Do you know how many hours I've spent looking down from the pulpit,

at all those righteous faces, waiting for guidance from on high?

A lot of people like to be told what to think.

People like to be told what they want to hear.

Is that right?

That God wants us to control our urges,

to live lives of miserable abstinence?

Three cheers for atheism.

But God made us flesh for a reason. To enjoy one another.

All done.

No, do you understand... what I'm saying?

Yes. Now let go.

-Is he for real or what?

-Sorry?

Or some fancy dress merchant?

I'm pretty sure he's an actual vicar if that's what you mean.

Really, cos I heard it was like Carry On Clergy earlier.

-I think he needs a psych appraisal.

-Why?

Inappropriate behaviour, mood swings...

Mmmm, sounds familiar.

I'm serious.

-He's probably concussed.

-Personal hygiene issues...

Well, there's plenty of fellas with BO knocking around.

-I can e-mail them if...

-This... This isn't your call.

It's not yours either.

What did the police want?

One of the patients.

-Which one?

-Serious stuff apparently.

You should have sent him to me first.

No change.

-Where is he?

-Who?

MUSIC: "Hot Stuff" by Donna Summer

Get out.

Idiot.

Know what day it is today, Mr Self?

No, I don't, Mr Farrell.

-My wedding anniversary.

-Congratulations.

A day on which I am expected to be full of romantic ideas.

-Really.

-Themed gifts, the right sort of restaurant.

Thankfully my wife's passing has relieved me of such onerous tasks.

-These ideas don't come easily to me.

-No?

I need to give them my undivided attention.

Well, if you're after some tips...

Yet here I am, sitting in judgment on a case of a junior doctor

pointing the finger at her own father.

Justice has to be seen to be done.

Wondering why a man who's barely been in the job five minutes

can't even keep his nearest and dearest on board.

I'm not my daughter's keeper.

And what does that say about your ability to lead the rest of your team?

You'll have to ask them that...

I still can't believe I missed the spangly thong...

I thought Griffin was going to have a stroke.

There's something seriously weird going on with him at the minute.

He was totally paranoid that it was a real cop.

Right, well first the daughter goes missing,

and then the son-in-law gets run over...

Maybe we should ask the Strip-o-gram to investigate.

Aye-aye.

The plot thickens.

Wish I had time to stand around gossiping.

-Oh, no, we were... We were just...

-Just what?

-Nothing.

-Don't stoop to his level, MC.

Sanctimonious prat.

You made it clear that it was me at the wheel?

Yeah.

Is he going to die?

He's stable so...

This is a nightmare.

Hey, come on. Let's get you back to your ward.

I need to go and be with Jake.

If you want to be discharged any time soon,

then you have to get some rest.

They're not going to charge you, are they, Dad?

I don't know.

Because if they do, I'm just going to have...

Look, let me worry about that.

But what if he wakes up and tells them...?

Come on.

Mr Cornish was admitted from the ED and following a diagnosis of

acute subdural haematoma, I expected him to have an emergency craniotomy.

Why?

That's absolutely standard practice in this type of instance.

So what actually happened?

Mr Self scrubbed his name off the list and placed him

under close observation instead.

Were you surprised by this?

Baffled at first.

Did you convey your concerns to Mr Self?

I tried to but he repeatedly told me

he didn't have time to discuss the matter.

What did you do then?

I spoke to Mr Cornish.

And his reaction?

Well, he was extremely anxious as he'd previously been given

the strong impression that surgery was essential.

We're bringing him round.

Already?

He's had the last of his sedatives.

I thought you were going to keep me informed.

Sorry. Let's extubate.

So one minute I'm doing my big wheels...

Big wheels?

Yeah. You know, a bar with a couple of 50 pound plates...

-You've lost me.

-And the next, my head's spinning,

legs turned to jelly and I black out.

Well, you're obviously overdoing it.

I haven't had any brekky, that's all.

We'll see about that.

-I'm in a comp at the weekend.

-Yeah?

Over-40s, 90 kilo division.

Yeah, you might want to knock that on the head this time round.

You sound like my other half.

OK, well, let's just see what the angiogram throws up before...

I'm only here cos some wuss panicked and called an ambulance.

Wouldn't life be simpler if you just stuck to arm-wrestling?

You've got to aim high, otherwise what's the point?

-Oh, there you are.

-Sorry we're late, I was...

-Otherwise engaged, blah blah blah.

-What do you mean?

What do you mean, what do I mean?

What? Nothing.

OK, can we get on then?

-Yeah.

-Hi.

Mr Griffin, could you take a look at Mr Kilburn for me?

What's the problem?

I'm worried about Compartment Syndrome.

He's family, I'm hands off, I'm afraid.

But I'd really appreciate it.

Fine.

The swelling's just developed in the last half hour.

It's the right leg.

How's your daughter doing?

She's desperate to get home to her son.

PAGER BEEPS

I'm sorry, I've got to take this. I won't be long.

Hello, Ric.

Ooh, have you seen Serena?

-No.

-His Holiness keeps asking for her.

I can't eat this!

I... I... I'm sorry.

It's fine. Sorry, you're on your own. I'm due in a meeting.

-What?

-I...didn't mean to.

Right, you sit down. Yep, you take that, thank you.

What did you do when Ms Cornish decided to take

her grandfather to another hospital?

There was nothing I could do.

-You didn't offer any advice?

-I didn't think it was appropriate.

-Why?

-Given my junior status.

So they left, only for Mr Cornish to collapse in the car park?

That would never have happened if he'd had surgery in the first place.

Why didn't you recommend another consultant at Holby to them?

Who in their right mind would challenge the diagnosis of the CEO?

You did.

That's because I considered the patient's welfare to be paramount.

And you're suggesting Mr Self didn't?

You'd have to ask him that.

Thank you. That's lunch.

Your... Your mad rev threw his lunch at me.

Deliberately?

Er, well, it was more about the quality of the soup than me...

Right.

How's the hearing going?

I said he was a psych case.

Right, have you made your statement yet?

I've got to get back to the ward.

Don't know how you can function with all of this going on.

Must be the Kamikaze in me.

Could I have some water?

Where's Jess?

On another ward.

She's in hospital?

You don't remember?

It's all a bit hazy.

You were hit by the car.

What car?

You had swelling on your brain.

That explains the headache.

You've been in an induced coma.

Jess, she's OK?

She'll live.

Thank God.

It's funny, isn't it?

What is?

This accident.

Funny how?

Well, now that I think about it,

I swear you assaulted me and then ran me down like a dog.

I ran you down?

You tried to kill me, didn't you, Ric?

You're a man of your word, I'll give you that.

What does the proverb "People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones" mean to you?

It means...

If you live in a glass house, you shouldn't throw stones

because the windows will smash.

Could you draw me a clock face showing the time as ten to two?

Why?

Humour me.

Fine.

This is ridiculous.

I'm just trying to help you.

Do what?

Have you used drugs recently?

Of course not!

-Or alcohol?

-I don't drink.

Have you suffered a bereavement?

Did Serena want you to ask all these questions?

Is there anyone you can bump off your list later?

Let me check.

Why have you sent me a text about a stag do?

Have I?

Whose stag do?

Um...

Mo, can I have a quick word?

What?

Mr Griffin doesn't think it's Compartment Syndrome

but this should tell us for sure.

I need to talk to my wife.

She was on the ward earlier.

No-one said.

You were out of it at the time.

-Could you take me to see her?

-Not a chance.

-Please?

-You're not well enough to go anywhere.

I just need to make sure that she's OK.

I'll put a call in.

Thanks.

Can I share something with you?

Yes, if you like.

I think I'm in...

-In what?

-In love.

-With whom?

-Serena.

You've only just met.

-So?

-It's all a bit sudden, isn't it?

-You think I'm going mad don't you?

-No. Not at all.

If you believed something to be absolutely true,

with all your heart, what would you do about it?

-It depends.

-So you'd just bow to convention?

No, I didn't say that.

Why are people so scared of what the world thinks?

If I believe in something, I fight for it.

Exactly.

Ms Campbell, can I get a psych consult for Glyn Hughes?

We've been through all this.

What's the problem?

-She thinks he's delusional.

-Amongst other things.

Just because someone gropes me doesn't make them...

You saw yourself how irrational his behaviour is.

Look, we can't shrink every oddball who shows up here.

Are you sure he needs one?

He just said he loved you.

Oh, well, in that case, let's cut out the middleman and have him sectioned.

Sorry?

Joke. I'll make the call.

Thanks.

Dad. Have you spoken to him?

-Yes.

-And?

-He thinks it was me driving.

-Right.

-But he's accused me of trying to kill him.

-What?

He's got his own version of events worked out.

-What's he going to do?

-He didn't say.

He just wants to watch you sweat.

At least it backs up half of our story.

-I've got to tell the police the truth.

-No.

I can't let you take the blame for this.

It'll only make things worse.

How much worse could things get?

If we tell the police we lied,

we'll be accused of perverting the course of justice.

Yeah, but...

We could both end up in jail, then David gets Jacob.

Is that what you want?

I've got to finish this.

Jess, stay away from him.

Stop telling me what to do, Dad.

You want to take it easy, mate.

Believe me, I am.

Stop that.

I've had a look at your results.

-And?

-It's not great news.

There's calcification in the aortic valve which has caused stenosis.

Which means the valve isn't opening properly.

You sure?

See for yourself.

The narrowing of the aorta there.

But I feel as fit as a flea.

Yeah, well, this is internal wear and tear.

There's nothing your pecs can do about this.

So what happens now?

You're going to need surgery at some point.

-But not now?

-Not today.

So it's not an emergency.

Well, this can lead to heart failure in the long run, Barry.

But when I do get the op?

Then you should be fine.

Well, that's all right, isn't it?

I admire your positivity.

She knows her stuff, and that's good enough for me.

Glad to hear it.

Back in a minute.

-Jac...

-What?

Look, I was going to tell you.

-Look, don't worry about it.

-I didn't know that Mo would...

It's got nothing to do with me.

-Course it does.

-Why?

Emma for a start.

Oh, yeah, of course.

I suppose you'll want her dressed up like an Easter egg for the big day?

-No.

-Oh, so she's not invited? That's nice.

No, of course... You're both invited.

Surely even you, in all your glorious ignorance,

wouldn't expect me to show up for that?

An acute subdural often liquefies into a chronic one,

which entails a much more straightforward procedure.

A couple of burr holes, a quick wash-out and you're done.

Infinitely preferable to slicing off Mr Cornish's skull

and rummaging round in his brain, especially at his age.

Elderly patients have a much worse prognosis post-craniotomy.

How do you respond to the suggestion that your decision

was unduly influenced by the mortality audit?

Well, I can understand the logic of that thinking,

particularly from someone with very little experience,

but I am in the business of Russian Roulette.

The joy of the job is pulling off miracles.

The downside is when the magic doesn't work.

But if I bottled it every time a rabbit failed to appear from a hat,

I'd be neither use nor ornament to this hospital.

And do you think there was anything else you could have done,

to prevent Mr Cornish leaving of his own volition?

Well, I fully explained the situation to him.

He was under constant observation for any signs of deterioration.

Tragic though the outcome was,

I can't legislate for random walk-outs.

Thank you, Mr Self.

We'll reconvene with our findings as soon as possible.

HUMMING

You sound happy.

I am.

With good reason, from what I hear.

Yeah.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

So when's the big day?

Oh, we've set a date yet.

-No?

-Soon though.

Not a shotgun job, is it?

There's plenty of time for all that.

I suppose so.

He'll be a good dad.

He already is.

Oh, sorry, I didn't mean that to be...

-No offence taken.

-Good.

They said I was lucky to be alive.

Why did I get into that car?

Because you know that we're meant to be together.

-Stop it.

-It's true.

-I don't believe that any more.

-Jess, you're in shock.

-I could have died last night.

-Me too.

Because of you.

Because of your dad.

That was an accident.

I wonder if the police will see it that way?

We've already spoken to them.

They haven't heard my side of the story yet.

What are you going to say to them?

I love you, Jess.

What are you going to say?

All I want is to be with my beautiful wife.

Is that too much to ask?

Are we heading back to the hearing?

Yes.

-Good luck.

-Thanks.

Perfect.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Good God.

What do you think?

Well, it's not exactly the Stations of the Cross, is it?

You're a very special woman, Serena.

-Glyn...

-Your beauty just poured out.

Yeah, well, we need to get you back to the ward.

I'd happily go anywhere if it means being with you.

Have you always had a talent for art?

No, it's something new and wonderful.

You couldn't draw a simple clock face earlier.

-I know!

-Can we just get him back to the ward, please?

Isn't she ravishing?

He's bluffing.

No, it's blackmail.

It's his word against mine.

And what if they believe him?

I'll face the consequences.

No!

Don't even think about going back to that!

Please don't shout.

I'm not shouting.

He's going to win.

No, he isn't.

-That is it!

-Oh, God...

-I've had enough. Finito.

-Jonny, meet the wife.

-I knew it'd end up like this.

-Les, I'm all right.

-What happened?

-I was at the gym and...

I've been telling him to take it easy for months.

-I had a bit of a...

-I hate the flaming gym.

There's nothing to worry about!

That's easy for you to say.

It's our view that Mr Self's actions were justified

and Ms Cornish's complaint is without foundation.

Mr Self could not have been expected to foresee a situation

in which Mr Cornish would elect to discharge himself.

Furthermore, we give no credence to the suggestion

that Mr Self's decision-making was in any way affected

by the ongoing mortality audit.

That view was a gross misinterpretation

by an inexperienced doctor lacking the knowledge

to fully comprehend the subtleties of the case.

With regard to Dr March's conduct, we considered suspension...

What?

..but decided to defer any disciplinary action in light of her

mistaken believe she was acting in the best interests of the patient.

This is a joke.

In the meantime, we suggest she only deals with patients

under close supervision. Thank you.

-I should have known you'd close ranks.

-Zosia...

It'd be too much to ask that you actually examine the facts.

-I can assure you...

-How could you possibly rule in his favour?

-Don't...

-He refused Walter Cornish treatment

because of a patient's death the week before.

-You're making things worse.

-Thank you, that's enough.

-You don't understand the kind of man he is.

-Let go of him.

-You let go of me!

The kind of man who refused to fight for the life of his own wife.

-Oh, for God's sake.

-Who didn't have the guts to tell his daughter

her mother was dying. Who suddenly forgot all about his grief

-the second someone in a skirt showed up.

-Dr March!

Your findings are a disgrace.

-Zosia.

-Guy, don't.

SHE SCREAMS

I hate seeing my little girl like this, you know.

You've got to tell her the truth.

How's that going to help?

It'll give the pair of you a chance to move on.

I don't think she could take it.

You see, there's your problem in a nutshell.

She's too highly strung.

No, you treat her like a bloody kid.

That's because she behaves like a kid.

She can't deal with it until she knows what really happened.

It's not the right time.

Never is.

What?

You are destroying my daughter's life.

You tried to end mine.

What do you want from us?

I want you to leave us alone.

She's had enough.

Give it up, Ric.

It's too late for you to try and fix all the things you did wrong.

Do you love her at all?

If you did...

I have nothing more to say to you.

LOUD BEEPING

CHOKING

Crash team!

What happened?

Looks like an embolism.

I'll take over. Can we get his mask back on?

Zosia, how did it go?

Sorry, I'm busy...

Zosia? No, not in the consultants' office. What are you doing?

-Sh.

-What?! Zosia!

(Zosia!)

Hello, is that Rachel Lewis? This is Dr Zosia March.

I'm currently treating Reverend Glyn Hughes.

I understand you're treasurer at St Silas'.

Yes, I was just wondering if you could fill me in on some background information.

Have you noticed anything untoward about his behaviour recently?

-I believe you've set a date.

-News travels fast.

-She put it on Twitter.

-You're joking?

-Nope.

-Great.

-Better get on with my best man's speech then.

-Yeah.

Do you think I should I go jokey, sincere, or political?

-Political?

-You know, something about Scotch independence?

-It's Scots independence.

-Oo, excuse me"

Just keep it short and sweet, I think.

-I'm going to need some info on Bonnie.

-What for?

-Can't all be about you.

-Right.

Her favourite food, ex-boyfriends...

-Fine.

-Go on, then.

-Eh?

-Anything you can give me to work on?

Er. I've got no idea about her favourite food.

First love?

Well, that's me, hopefully.

Get real!

Yeah, I really couldn't tell you.

Shoe size?

Pass.

You don't know a blind thing about her, do you?

Yeah, I do. I know loads...

Such as?

Just give us a break would you, Mo?

Maybe I should have asked you about Jac?

I hadn't realised it was the job of the best man to wind up the groom?

Have you had a sense of humour bypass?

Ms Campbell?

Yes?

I'd like to book Reverend Hughes in for an MRI scan.

-What?

-I think we've misread the situation.

I certainly have.

It was his artwork in the chapel that convinced me.

What are you playing at?

I'm trying to make the correct diagnosis.

Didn't you listen to a word that was said during that hearing?

You're under supervision.

All the symptoms point to a neurological problem.

You shouldn't be anywhere near him.

The way today's going, he could be my final case.

Your flair for melodrama never ceases to amaze me.

You're not going to listen to me because of that travesty?

Go and find something mindless to do.

I don't care what it is, as long as it's away from the patients.

My dad just saved your life.

He had a long hard think about it first.

Can we call it quits now?

What?

Will you accept it's over between us?

But you agreed that we could have another chance...

It's too late.

OK. But if your dad ends up in jail...

don't blame me.

Have you got a death wish?

I'm sorry?

What were you doing with him?

I decided to take the reverend for an MRI scan after all.

Oh, you decided, did you?

Couldn't make things worse for either of us.

Right, that's it. You're off the ward.

Before you line up the firing squad, take a look at the results.

You are kidding me!

..49, 50.

-Your Mrs was right.

-What?

You are not a well man.

-I love Les to death but...

-You need to take it easy.

-She could stress for England.

-OK, back into bed before...

-It's more about her than me.

-Now.

She got some daft idea that we were only happy before I lost the timber.

-She's worried about you.

-But I love being like this!

I'm not giving it up because of some stupid health problem.

Nobody's asking you to.

Even now I feel like I could run through a brick wall.

-Well, that's very impressive but...

-I'm fitter than I ever was as a kid.

-I don't doubt it for a second.

-You should see me superset.

-What?

-What do you weigh?

-Eh?

-I bet I could lift you like that.

-No, no, no. I don't think so.

-Come on, big man.

-No, no, no. I said no.

-It's easy, a piece of cake.

No, I'd really rather you...

I told you I could do it...

Yeah, I'm really, really not comfortable with this at all.

WHEEZING

No, no, no, no.

A little help here please!

Barry!

OK, deep breaths.

I think you'll find he used a body double.

Never met a muse before.

I came down to make sure they'd cleaned it up.

Beats having a Banksy on the premises.

Can you stop staring now please?

Oh by the way, your daughter's been performing

a spot of guerrilla medicine.

-What a surprise.

-On Vincent Van Vicar.

-Who else?

-Well, fortunately for both, it's a good job that she did.

-Yeah?

-More your area than mine.

-Really?

-I've sent you over the scans.

Thanks.

You sure you're up to this?

Yeah.

He looked pretty heavy.

I never knew you cared.

Cross clamp.

-Thanks, by the way.

-What for?

Not eviscerating Bonnie.

Now why would I want to do that?

Don't know.

Cardioplegia. Knife.

Keeping busy?

Like being under house arrest.

Serena gave me the vicar's scans.

And?

What did you think you were looking at?

Alzheimer's?

Not far off.

So it is a neuro problem?

Looks like it.

-Right.

-Proves one thing.

What's that?

You're a bloody good diagnostician.

Bit late for praise now.

I've written up some notes.

Can I have them please?

Sure.

Jess, please...

Dad, stop.

It's too late.

Wait here.

-Are you going for an echo?

-Yeah.

-I can take him.

-OK.

How much will it cost?

Will what cost?

For you to disappear from Jess's life for good.

She's coming back home with me, isn't she?

-How much?

-You couldn't afford it.

Try me.

What, with your alimony and the gambling debts?

Ancient history.

You really think I want to take money from you?

Think of it as a fresh start for all of us.

Maybe you could have a fresh start at Her Majesty's Pleasure?

Does it make you feel more of a man beating a women to pulp?

-You don't get it, do you?

-Oh, I get it. I get it perfectly.

-We love each other...

-You're a sadist...

-..and we always will.

-..and a coward.

You can't buy your way back into her life.

I don't need to. She's my daughter.

Yeah? Well, you broke her heart years ago.

I've heard all about the forgotten birthdays, the Christmas no-shows.

You ruined her childhood.

Those are her words, not mine.

How exactly does this explain your brutality?

And you're still no kind of father to her.

This isn't about me, David.

I dried every tear she cried about you. That's real love.

Not this half-arsed attempt to play the hero.

You just leave her alone. She doesn't deserve this.

Deserve what? A man who adores her?

A man who's going to do everything he can to make sure she's happy?

Last chance.

Yeah, well, sorry, Dad, she chose me

and there's nothing you can do about it.

The chairman's waiting for you in the office.

-Just give me a minute.

-I wouldn't keep him hanging about.

-It's important.

-Your funeral...

Sorry.

What?

We got your MRI results.

And?

It's bad news, I'm afraid.

Why, what's...?

You've suffered significant loss of tissue mass in your temporal

-and frontal lobes.

-I'm a man of God, not science.

You have a neurodegenerative condition.

Alzheimer's?

Well, the sudden changes in your behaviour points to something else.

But that's a change in philosophy...

We can't be sure but it could be Pick's Disease.

-Pick's Disease?

-It's quite a rare condition

that attacks the nerve cells in the brain.

Is it curable?

Unfortunately not.

What'll it do to me?

Loss of speech and dementia in the long run.

Will it kill me?

Eventually.

I need to see Serena. Get a second opinion.

There is medication you can take that could ease the symptoms.

-Serena!

-It could hold things off for a few years at least.

Where is she?

She's going to tell you exactly the same thing.

No, no, no. She understands me.

The feelings you have for her are part of the disease.

No, that can't be a trick of the mind.

I'm really sorry.

Come in.

I need compassionate leave. Couple of months at least.

Whoa, whoa...

Effective immediately.

I can't just lose one of my top consultants overnight.

My daughter's life could be at risk.

I hear your son-in-law's regained consciousness.

Mm-hm.

Got much to say for himself?

He's making threats.

About the accident?

Saying it wasn't.

And what do you think of that?

If he'd died I wouldn't have shed a tear.

That's not what I asked you.

If there's a charge to be made, it's going to be better for Holby

if I'm not here.

You don't want it to look like a getaway.

I'm doing this for Jess's sake.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Is there anything you want to say to me?

About?

About this wedding.

You mean your wedding?

-Yes.

-No. Why?

Because you've been remarkably civilised.

Disappointed?

Nope. No.

Then...?

If you have a problem...

If there is something you want to say to me, you should just say it.

Nothing springs to mind.

-Fine.

-Actually there is one thing.

Go on.

I think our Bonnie might be an android.

Funny.

The permagrin. The Stepford Wife shtick.

See, this is much more like it. A bit of bile, finally.

-Sorry I wasn't nastier sooner.

-So you're OK with it then?

-What do you want me to say, Jonny?

-I can't tell you what to say.

Should I lay myself prostrate at your feet and beg you not to do it?

-No.

-Or produce a couple of tickets for the Orient Express

and whisk you away from this hell?

Don't be stupid!

Oh, my God, that's exactly what you want.

No, no, it is not.

We live and die by our decisions.

-What I am trying to do here is...

-And you've made yours.

-This might be your last chance.

-My last chance to what?

Say what's in your heart.

Absolutely nothing.

We both know it's just a dried-up empty husk.

Had the all clear?

-Yeah.

-Great.

How's David?

He had a lucky escape.

-I know.

-Two actually.

How long until he's home?

-It'll be at least a week.

-Right.

He's going to need plenty of TLC.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

Jess?

we need to talk.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

-Sit down, Dr March.

-I'm fine thanks.

We've decided on a way forward.

A way forward?

We've informed the foundation school of our concerns

and recommended that you receive additional educational support.

-Thank you.

-We also feel a period of probation would be appropriate.

-How long for?

-As long as is deemed necessary.

-What does that even mean?

-You will be supervised by Mr Levy

and expected to write a reflective essay to illustrate

your understanding of the impact your actions have on a patient.

-And if I violate the terms?

-You'll be placed on long term leave

and we'll recommend that you review the year.

For trying to save a patient?

-As for your outburst earlier...

-I meant every word.

..and the personal issues with your father,

one of the probationary conditions is a referral to occupational health

who will assess whether your psychiatric needs are being met.

Are you kidding me?!

You need to resolve these issues with your father.

Have you any idea how inappropriate this conversation is?

It is well within our remit to make this kind of decision.

So you're ordering me to go?

I'm strongly advising it,

if you hope to continue your career at this hospital.

Unbelievable.

What's this?

OK, here's the plan.

I'm going to take Jess away.

She's going to start a new life somewhere.

Somewhere you will never find her.

Good luck with that.

Don't even think about trying to look for her.

Ric, I'd prefer it if you kept out of this.

If you do, then I will...

What? Kill me?

You had your chance earlier today and you bottled it.

He chose to do the right thing.

Because he's a coward.

Because he's not an animal.

He's really crawled his way into your head, hasn't he?

You can't hurt her any more.

You even try this and I will press charges.

I will finish you.

I don't care about my career.

I don't care about my reputation.

What I care about is my daughter

and my grandson, who are more important to me then my own life.

Are you really going to take this

from someone who never gave a toss about you?

Who wants the man you love dead?

Loved.

No. No, I don't believe that...

I'm going, David.

I'm going because if I stay, either you'll kill me...

or I'll end up killing you.

You can't take away my son.

You forfeited the your right to be his father

the first time you beat his mother up.

Who are you to talk about being a father?

He's more of a father than you'll ever be.

I know it was you.

At the wheel.

I know it was you that was driving...

I don't care what you know.

I only said it was him because I didn't want to lose you.

I will tell the police...

You tell them what you like!

And I'll tell them everything you've ever done to me.

And we'll both go to jail.

And Jacob will end up in care.

-Is that what you want?

-You know it's not what I want.

Then remember this.

When that car hit you, the first thing that came into my mind was

"Please, please...

"please be dead."

-No...

-Yes.

Jess, please! Jess!

Thought I'd find you here.

Don't even think about walking away.

Surprised you found this place.

Dead centre of town.

Have you even been back here, since the funeral?

I'm here now.

Your esteemed chairman handed down his punishment earlier.

"Milosc to cud, ktory zawsze moze sie znow zdarzyc..."

Counselling, for "our issues" amongst other things.

"Love is a wonder that can happen again..."

Are you even listening to me?

Want to know why I keep away from this place?

Not particularly.

Because seeing her name on that tomb stone makes me so angry.

How melodramatic.

You think you're the only one who's angry?

The only one who feels alone?

-Since when were you alone?

-Oh, you don't know the half of it.

-She was my mum.

-She abandoned me too.

-So why didn't you fight for her..?

-I did.

If you had than she would still be here instead of in there...

You know, you don't need counselling.

You just need the truth.

I know the truth.

No, you don't.

Got more excuses lined up, have you?

Your mother refused treatment because of you.

What?

Because of how you'd react.

What're you talking about?

She was convinced you'd quit college.

-You'd come home and you'd nurse her.

-I would have.

Yes and if she lived three, four, five years,

you'd never have gone back.

You're lying.

She signed the DNR to stop me from interfering.

She made me promise to keep shtoom.

Because of me?

Because she thought her slow death would ruin your life.

But that would have been my choice.

What, all this because of a career?

It meant more to her then that.

What am I supposed to do now?

-Deal with it, Zosia.

-What, the way you have!

I'm trying to as we speak.

OK I'll deal with it.

This is my final day as a doctor.

What?

-I'm through.

-What, you'd throw it all away?

Everything you both wanted, just to prove a point?

When are you going to finally grow up? You stupid little girl!

-How're you doing?

-Just putting a movie on.

It's not Schwarzenegger, is it?

No. A nice rom-com. We love our rom-coms, don't we, Baz?

Good. Enjoy.

We will.

-So you ready for the off?

-Yeah.

Good, because I'm about ready to test drive my new fiance.

That sounds promising.

-Take me home, Braveheart.

-Just got to grab my bag.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Bye.

Aw, don't they look happy.

Happiness is overrated...

Are you sure about all this, Dad?

We're going to find you somewhere to live. Somewhere safe.

A new life. I'll stay with you until you're settled.

I doubt that he'll come looking for you

but if he does, he won't find you.

Come on.

You know what they say about drinking alone...?

Enlighten me.

Er, I'm not sure actually...

Typical.

How many of those have you had?

Not enough.

Believe you pulled off something of a coup today.

Are you being sarcastic?

No, Pick's Disease?

Oh, that.

Yeah, just goes to show...

What's that?

You know, even in the depths of adversity.

You sound like a walking greetings card.

I was thinking, er...Chinese?

Sorry?

For supper.

Right.

Care to join me?

Are you familiar with Jean Paul Sartre?

Vaguely.

He said "hell is other people."

Well, we could discuss that over ribs?

Or not.

Good night, Arthur.