The Cruellest Month Holby City

Your perfect little partnership is a sham.

-Really?!

-If you can't see that you're even more deluded than he is.

-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.

Who didn't have the guts to tell his daughter that her mother was dying.

We also feel a period of probation would be appropriate.

You will be supervised by Mr Levy.

You need to resolve these issues with your father.

You'll miss me when I'm gone.

I'm getting married next week. Get over it.

I am not nervous. I am not nervous.

Which is why you were pacing round my kitchen

making fish finger sandwiches at three in the morning.

I do that every night, don't you?

Only when I'm getting married the next day.

Right, don't move.

Mo, what are you doing?

Mo, what are you doing?!

I am your best man and it's my job to pander to your every need.

When you get this jolly, it's like one of those dials

going into the red zone in a bad action film.

You need someone to watch your back.

I can look after myself, thank you.

Even a normal groom needs a minder.

"Normal" groom? What do you mean "normal" groom?

-Say you'll be mine.

-What?

I don't know how else to tell you but I've decided I'm straight

-and that you're the woman of my dreams.

-Hysterical.

They were in the staff room.

There was a card, but I managed to restrain myself.

Anyone I know?

Do you think I'd tell you if it was?

-Um... Excuse me?

-One second...

Ouch.

I'm looking for my brother. Finn Saunders.

Sorry, I've only just arrived...

Finn Saunders is on his way up from the ED as we speak.

Thanks. I'll hang on here, then.

-Zosia.

-Yeah?

What time's this supposed to be?

There was a problem with the lift.

Well, just leave extra time in future, OK?

I need you to show me you are taking this probationary period seriously.

Yeah.

-TANNOY:

-'Doors opening. Lift going down.'

-Ignore us. We're not here.

-Invisible.

Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?

Bonnie's got the flat.

Bride's prerogative.

I just need a couple of hours to do a bit of last-minute wedmin.

-Wedmin?

-Make myself look spruce...

You're talking to me as if I care.

No, no, no, no! Don't move. Don't move. Bonnie's in there.

It's bad luck, isn't it?

Yes, extremely. What is she doing here?

The water's off in the flat. Or something. Bonnie?

You can't come in!

OK, don't worry. I'm going to go and use the on-call room downstairs.

Well, wouldn't the chivalrous thing be to let Bonnie use

the on-call room?

Yes. Good call, Professor Hope.

Do you hear that, Bonnie?

Yeah, I'm coming out.

I'm closing my eyes tight.

No peeking.

Oh, man, there's this whole anticipation thing going on

and I am really enjoying it.

Oh, hang on.

We're good. We're good.

Now I'm kind of worried I'm going to disappoint you.

No way! You could never disappoint me.

I know when I see you walking down that aisle...

Can you warn me if you're going to burst into song.

..you're going to take my breath away.

-See you later.

-Don't be late.

-OK, all clear.

Excuse me while I projectile vomit.

I gather Connie Beauchamp's swooped into the ED,

so we'd better pull our socks up!

Ward Assessment Questionnaires.

Do I fill one in?

No. The patients do.

And I'm making it your responsibility to ensure that

they're distributed to all AAU admissions

and completed prior to discharge or transfer.

The filled in ones can go in here.

Rough night?

Clinical Pathways reception.

79 questions?!

Some of them will have pegged it before they get to the end of this.

Chap's through from ED.

Tell me.

Name's Khon Luu. 43. Fell asleep at the wheel.

Dislocated right shoulder and severe bruising to the right hand -

plus a Schatzki 3 tibial plateau fracture, splinted non-surgically.

And concern about a swelling in the thigh as well.

Hello, Mr Luu. How are you feeling?

Very well, nice of you to ask.

Well, no-one's expecting you to feel great, Mr Luu.

Curtains please. May I?

Is there someone we can call?

My wife's in Liverpool. I'm here on business.

She doesn't know if she can get here before the weekend.

This needs further investigation, but let's sort that shoulder out.

Dr Tressler, would you like to reduce?

Entonox, please.

Oh, I'm OK. Thank you.

Um, Mr Luu, this procedure can be really quite painful.

A little gas and air will help.

Now, according to this, you've been declining all pain relief.

Don't like drugs. Makes my head go weird.

Please, go ahead.

All right? Brace yourself.

Hold steady, and...

CRUNCHING

Ooh.

And we're back.

Thank you. Much better.

Right, let's organise an ultrasound for that leg. Oh, Adele...

..Mr Luu can get started on that questionnaire.

Yeah, I suppose he can always hold the pen with his teeth.

Or the incredibly helpful HCA will do her utmost to assist him.

Oh, my God, Finn, what happened?

Ah, good. You've found each other.

-These guys attacked me.

-Who?

I don't know.

So, you are Finn Saunders?

Yeah, that's me.

18, broken ankle, suspected concussion after a mugging.

Head CT clear.

Cuts and bruises. Now, fracture's in a back slab

but ED have referred him to us due to...

FINN RETCHES AND VOMITS

..persistent vomiting and stomach cramps.

It'll be a dodgy kebab.

You don't like kebabs.

We need to examine your brother.

So, any vomiting before the attack?

No.

Bloods?

-Clear.

-Good.

It's all right, it's OK.

Right, Dr March, just feel there for me.

-On any medication?

-No.

-No drugs of any sort?

-No.

-How does that feel? Tender?

-It's fine.

-A little distended.

-OK.

-So, when was your last movement?

-What?

-Medical word for...

-Posh word for dump.

Well, that's was beautiful, thank you.

-I do get constipated.

-No, you don't.

Why would you even know?

How often?

-Isn't there any pills I can take?

-Zosia?

No laxatives until we know what we're dealing with.

Half hourly obs and a chest X-ray.

Excellent, I just need to look at this.

-Whoa!

-What are you doing?!

Don't panic. Don't panic. Dr March?

A suture kit.

Zosia will demonstrate her finest needlecraft, OK. You'll be fine.

And if you save his life, I'll get you some more flowers.

What?

Joking.

What are you on about?!

Someone sent her some roses and she binned them.

Not that I was being nosy or anything.

Good.

Small scratch.

Ow!

It's a leak from the femoral artery into the surrounding tissue.

Which means that pressure is restricting blood-flow to the leg.

If left untreated, it could lead to ischemia or necrosis.

They'd have to cut your leg off.

Which we will not need to do, as we can repair the damaged artery with

a very straightforward surgical procedure as soon as there's a slot.

Well, I'm in no hurry.

How are you getting along with the Ward Assessment Questionnaire?

-Wha..?

-You only need one question.

One?

"Do you feel cared for?"

-Me?

-Please, don't answer that, Mr Luu.

-Why not?

-Because it requires a binary response.

Binary?

He can only say yes or no.

Yeah, then we ask him why.

That's what I used to do when I was repping out in Greece.

If I were running a holiday camp...

It wasn't a holiday camp.

..it would be MOST enlightening, but as I'm not,

will you please ensure that the questionnaires are distributed

and completed as per my original instructions?

Hi-de-hi.

Did you get your dad's roses?

Um... We don't allow flowers on the ward.

You'd expect the CEO to know that.

Well, I think he was trying to say something.

It's too late. A bunch of roses isn't going to fix this.

-I'm going to talk to Sacha.

-Why?

-You don't need to work today.

-Please don't.

It's the first anniversary. It's bound to be tough.

It's just a day.

Well, April Fools' Day. Everyone making stupid jokes.

It's like being prodded with hot needles.

Which is why I'm getting on with my job, and trying to make sure

I don't lose it - which I will do if I don't get out there.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hey, you.

'How are you doing?'

The cavalry's arrived.

-'Cavalry?'

-Yeah.

'You know, Gareth. My mate who has his own hair salon.'

All the way from Lincoln?

'Well, that is fantastic.'

Hey, we're not jinxing it, are we?

'Jinxing it?'

-This - talking before the wedding.

-'No, no, no.'

Phone calls are exempt.

'Was there something specific?'

Just the Stevie Wonder thing.

Stevie Wonder?

'# I just called'

-# To say I... #"

-'Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no.'

The three word thing has to wait.

'Lalalala. I'm not listening.'

I'm not listening.

Actually, sweetheart, I'll have to give you a ring back.

'OK, darling.'

What do you want?

This is for you. And Bonnie.

Lovely. Nice ribbon.

They did it in the shop.

Still nice.

-It's a toaster.

-A toaster.

Excellent. That's very...generous of you.

Well. Good luck.

You think I need luck?

No. You're perfect together.

Thank you.

Careful, Mo, you could get hurt standing that close to a door.

So, what was all that about?

A wedding present, apparently. Toaster.

You've got a toaster.

Exactly.

So I saw Zosia. She got your flowers.

-And?

-Yeah.

Part of me wants to give her a slap,

but I think the hospital has policies about that kind of thing.

Life used to be so simple.

Do you fancy lunch later?

I'm working through, thanks.

Isn't it better to have someone around today?

No, I need to do this on my own.

We can talk departmental funding projections.

Don't push it.

The officers are wondering if you're ready to give them a statement.

Of course.

Can I have a couple of minutes?

Zosia? Can I have a word?

Have you seen Finn Saunders' X-ray?

Some kind of gastric outlet obstruction?

Caused by?

A tumour, ulcer, foreign body?

-Is there blood in his vomit?

-No.

Right, let's do the usual bloods and an ABG, OK?

Drain the stomach?

Yeah, good call. Let's get an NG tube down there.

-There's something he isn't telling us.

-Not much we can do about that.

-I can try and...

-Just tell me if anything changes.

Let's use our medical skills.

Maybe book an abdominal CT.

Grab my jacket, and put it on.

-What?

-Do it - like it's yours -

then make yourself scarce while I talk to the cops.

-What've you done, Finn?

-Nothing!

Go, go, go!

Are you off?

Um...I can't accept that.

Why not?

Because I already have a toaster. And you know it.

The slots on yours are too small. This has big slots.

You never had toast when you were at mine.

I like the smell of it.

Emma. When Emma was first-born...

It's a toaster, Jonny.

That's supposed to remind me of you and Emma...

It heats up bread and makes it crispy.

..and make Bonnie feel like some kind of interloper!

Do you have you any idea how paranoid you sound?

You had to find some kind of way to screw this marriage up.

You just couldn't help yourself!

No, no, you and Bonnie, it's a good fit.

A good fit?

I won't give you what you want. Bonnie loves you.

You need someone. It's... You don't love her. Not really.

I think you'll find I do.

I love that girl from the bottom of my soul.

And the only reason you can't believe that is

because that is something you cannot even imagine.

-I love her, Jac. I love her.

-Who exactly are you trying to convince?

Jonny?

Yeah?

Joel.

Joel...?

Wallis.

Bonnie's brother.

Sorry, you're one of her brothers. Sorry.

I got here early.

Pleased to meet you.

Bonnie's actually in one of the on-call rooms.

I'm not interrupting or anything?

No, no. I knew the answer anyway.

Let me show you where it is, man.

Wait a sec... The thing is...

-It's you I've come to see.

-Oh, yeah?

And her.

What?

Well, I need to talk to both of you.

The police have gone.

Right.

We're still trying to work out what's wrong with your brother.

Could take you a while.

Does Finn do drugs, stuff like that?

So, er, who's the unlucky guy?

-What?

-The roses.

-I'm not going to talk to you about my private life.

There's no rule that you have to like roses.

No. I like roses. I've always liked roses.

I've liked them since I was a kid.

That's sad... That you had to throw them away.

Yes, maybe it was a bit hasty, but listen, Finn, drugs. I need to know.

You'll, er... you'll have to ask him yourself.

Ward assessment forms?

Um, there's a few spares stopping that bench from wobbling

in the locker room.

Right. And Adele Effanga, where might she be?

# I've got the eye of the tiger A fighter

-# Dancing through the fire... #

-Well, I think that might be her now.

It's Katy Perry, actually.

# Cause I am a champion And you're going to hear me roar

# Louder, louder than a lion. #

Come on, Mr Luu!

BOTH: # Cos I am a champion and you're going to hear me roar

# Oh oh oh oh oh oh...

# Oh oh oh oh oh oh... #

Miss Effanga. In my office, please.

The thing is I've been having these pains,

Like catching my breath,

a couple of weeks ago and it feels a bit strange sometimes.

Presumably you've been to see your GP.

I thought you guys could do it.

Do what, exactly?

Check me over.

You thought you could walk in off the street

and get a full heart examination.

Like a mates' rates thing?

I mean, I am going to be your brother-in-law.

No offence, Joel - and I'm really looking forward to

getting to know you properly - but unless you're keeling over

like right in front of us, generally we're just not in the business

of tearing up the waiting list when a mate walks in off the street.

I'm sorry.

No, it's all right. I'll do it.

Jac, you've got a full list. Maybe Elliot.

Oh, no, it's OK. I can have a listen.

Consider it a wedding present.

What is it? The bottle.

It just helps people go with the flow, chill out a bit.

But drugs, Finn?!

Great for sex too. Girls love it.

Shut up!

Maybe you should try some. You never know, you might get lucky.

I need the bog.

-Are you feeling pressure down there?

-Maybe if I try for a bit.

You don't seem very concerned.

What do you mean?

Well, you have unexplained symptoms which are making you vomit

painfully, we've had to empty your stomach, but you're barely curious.

You're the doctor.

This fluid is clear, which means the outlet from your stomach is blocked.

It could be cancer.

What?!

But it isn't. Is it?

You're not supposed to talk to patients like this. Tell her, Owen.

My guess is you've swallowed something.

-You're a drug user, aren't you?

-No more than anybody else.

-That's not what I've heard.

-You moron, what did you say?!

-Nothing!

-I'll take that as a yes.

-I didn't say anything. Tell him, please?

I asked him a question and he didn't say a word.

Which told me everything I needed to know.

You were using me?

To save your brother's life.

Aw. And you thought she was chatting you up.

-Shut up.

-She'll never sleep with you, anyway.

Not that you'd know what to do.

-Don't listen to him.

-I need to know what you swallowed.

He is a virgin. I'm not joking.

-I said, "Shut up!"

-I don't care whether he's a eunuch!

Either one of you tells me what is going on,

or we forget the entire thing and he quite possibly dies.

I'm not sure I'm bothered any more.

It's cocaine.

The deal went wrong, it all kicked off, then the police came

so I had to... I had to swallow it.

OK. If it ruptures it could kill you.

So I guess we're going to have to stop that happening.

Snoring?!

Like a troll on a motorbike. He was disturbing the other patients.

Unlike blasting out Katy Perry at the top of your lungs.

So it turns out the reason why Mr Luu crashed his car

is because he's not getting enough sleep.

He wakes himself up four, five, six times a night.

Sleep apnoea.

Yeah, not only that, Mrs Luu is sick to death of it,

and she makes him sleep in the spare room.

Poor old Mr Luu hasn't seen any action for months...

Sexual action.

Yes, I do know what "action" is.

Anyway, I was at the hairdresser's the other day

and I read this article in a mag.

It said if you want to stop yourself snoring you should do

loads of singing.

A magazine?! At the hairdresser's?!

Yeah, latest thing, apparently.

I will give you the very, very generous benefit of the doubt,

and accept that you believed that you were

acting in the patient's best interest.

But now I want you to forget about the wisdom of the hairdresser's

and retrieve the questionnaires from the locker room and get them

all filled in!

Owen, there you are.

I don't want to talk to you.

I was trying to help your brother.

All that stuff about me being a virgin...

It was a stupid joke, Finn was being an idiot.

So if I told you it was true, that would make me a joke, would it?

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I think it is.

You are a lovely guy. You're kind - too kind!

You don't have to put up with that stuff.

Mum left when he was eight. Dad... He's...

Let's just say Dad wasn't around much.

Who else is going to look after him?

He's an adult. He doesn't need looking after.

You think?

I know this is a lot to ask, but can you accept my apology?

You guys all work together, yeah?

Yup.

And you used to be an item.

Actually, I think Ms Naylor does have to concentrate.

There's a definite fibrillation.

Fibrillation?

Irregular heartbeat.

How irregular?

Well, it needs to be investigated as a matter of urgency.

Like heart attack urgency?

No, you need to register with a GP when you get back home to...

-Lincoln.

-Right.

Oh, no. That could take weeks.

We'll admit you as an emergency and deal with it here.

Deal with what?

Let's have full bloods, ECG, X-ray, and an echo.

You think it's that serious?

I don't want you walking out of here without being sure what's going on.

You'll need to put a gown on.

Are you for real?

You're Nurse Wallis' brother.

We look after our own, don't we, Nurse Maconie?

Wow, she's scary!

But she's kind of sexy too.

Look, I don't know how much Bonnie's already told you...

Pretty much everything. Including the baby.

Listen, Jac and me, we are history.

Does she know that?

I don't have any secrets from Bonnie.

No. I meant Jac.

Snoring?

I know it sounds amusing, but it's exactly that kind of

pop medical mumbo jumbo that makes our job twice as hard.

Actually I did read an article somewhere...

At the hairdresser's?

What?!

A medical paper?

Er, yeah, I think it was, actually.

Singing therapy for snoring. I'll dig it out for you if you want?

Scissors. What are you suggesting?

That I'm not fully up-to-date with the cutting edge of snoring research?

Swab, please.

You're right to crack down, though. I mean, Adele's a fun girl,

but she needs to learn this is serious medicine,

not gossiping around the swimming pool.

Inflow clamp off, please.

Looks watertight to me.

And the outflow clamp.

And the final stage, Dr Tressler?

Check perfusion to the foot.

Please.

Oh, my God.

Hey. Finn Saunders' scan. Now, see this opacity?

That looks like a foreign body, now that could be our condom.

-Good work.

-How are we...

I'll try to fish it out gastroscopically.

But we'll need to do it in theatre just in case.

What are you doing?

I needed to apologise too.

-I didn't want to get you into trouble.

-Those are mine.

-Hey!

-Er, what's going on?

He saw me dump these.

And he's actually taken them out of the bin and given them back to me.

-How weird is that?

-No!

-You know what?

I'm beginning to understand why you have such a problem with women.

Oi, careful!

What?

-Those roses...

-Well, I didn't want them to go to waste.

In case you changed your mind. I had a vase up in the office.

Right.

That was quick.

-All part of the service.

-Should I be worried?

You have a bicuspid aortic valve.

What's one of those?

It's a congenital abnormality.

It reduces the blood supply to the brain - amongst other things.

If left untreated, it could prove fatal at any time.

Well, it's not exactly...

Wow. Um... So, is there some kind of operation?

Yes. You could have a mechanical valve replacement,

but that'll leave you on warfarin for the rest of your life -

or there's the Ross procedure, where we use your pulmonary valve,

and replace that with a donor valve.

It's a... It's a trickier operation, but there's a better long-term

prognosis with no need for ongoing medication.

Is there, like, a waiting list?

You'd have to ask your hospital back in Lincoln.

And that's if they have the specialist surgeons.

Do you do this operation?

It is one of my specialities.

And there is a possibility I could do it today.

A possibility?

-Well, it's a bad news, good news thing.

-What?

Bad news is - you miss the wedding.

Good news - there is a slot.

Bad news - we're short on theatre staff.

But good news - if we shuffle the personnel a bit,

I'm sure that, between us,

we can have you done and dusted by close of play.

Excuse us, Joel, Ms Naylor and I just need to have a little conversation.

You know perfectly well that this operation is not an emergency.

Talk about shameless manipulation...

To do what, exactly?

Using Bonnie's family to blackmail me into lousing up my wedding

because you are a control freak who's decided that it is

your mission to ruin my life.

Well, go then.

I mean, I don't know what you're doing here anyway.

Who comes to work on the day of their wedding, unless...

-Unless what?

-..unless they're looking for a way out.

-Mind games.

-It's a fair question.

OK. You and I, we will always be in each other's lives.

We will always have Emma. And we will do that well.

But it's going to be so tough if you keep trying to pull these stunts.

Have you any idea how egotistical you're being?

ME egotistical?!

Do you seriously think I'd skew a surgical prognosis because of you?

I don't know. Would you?

It's time to get over yourself, Jonny.

It's time to get ready for my wedding, which is this afternoon,

at five o'clock, whether you like it or not.

Jonny?

I know, I know. I am going.

-I'm going now.

-What's going on?

-Don't even ask.

Um... My mum passed away, too.

So we've actually got more in common than you'd think.

I'm sorry about your mother, Dom, but I really think that's unlikely.

I'd better...

The only reason I'm not suspending you here and now is because I'm

partially to blame for allowing you to stay in the first place.

Zosia, take the rest of the day.

I can do paperwork.

I don't want you on my ward. Do you understand? Not today.

Now, go.

Drowsy?

I could sleep for a week.

Maybe drugs are a good idea after all.

May I?

Another scar for the collection.

Yes. In theatre, I couldn't help noticing your feet.

Those must have been nasty lacerations.

Do they cause any discomfort now?

Not really.

They will have done at some point.

It was a long time ago. Vietnam.

The Chinese were not popular.

Especially after the war. I was seven.

My father got us onto a boat. A little boat. 172 people.

Like sardines.

There were 168 by the time we got to Hong Kong.

Painful memories.

I don't bear a grudge.

Well, certainly puts my hangover into perspective.

Hey. I did your questionnaire.

Oh, thank you. But in the great scheme of things...

No. It is important.

Have you felt cared for? Here, on AAU?

Oh, yes. Wonderful.

Nurse Adele...

She's not actually a nurse.

She should be a doctor!

You think, snoring...

what does it matter?

I'm so embarrassed.

My wife's always telling me off. "Khon, you're a noisy pig!"

Nurse Adele wakes me up, and I think, "Oh, no,

"the noisy pig strikes again."

But then she says, "Do the singing, it will solve all your problems."

She's a crazy girl.

She means well.

When they whipped my feet, there was no-one.

I'm asking you to trust me

that delaying this operation by a day or two

is not going to put you in any unnecessary danger.

How can I say this?

Jac - Ms Naylor - she was presenting you with the worst case scenario.

Look, I have to get my skates on or you're not the only person

who's going to miss this wedding.

And, whatever you think of me,

this is one thing in my life that I am not going to mess up.

What?

Put it there.

I'm not sure...

You've passed, mate.

Passed?

I've not been honest with you.

In what way?

The reason I came here and I didn't just go to some walk-in centre...

..I was checking you out.

Checking me out?

And then the first thing I see is you and Naylor giving it

this and that - got me worried.

So you were spying on me and all that about chest pains...

Yeah - and it turns out it was a load worse than I thought!

Yeah, I believe that's what they call irony.

With all due respect, Joel, I don't like being spied on.

I've been on the phone with Bonz more times than I can remember.

About you. There's never really been anyone else for her. Not really.

When you guys were at college - I must've been about 15 -

there was this one night where she was going to, you know,

tell you how she felt but you never turned up.

I had no idea.

Then six months ago, we meet and she orders champagne.

She never orders champagne. She's properly excited.

But then there's "Jac this" and "Jac that". And there's a baby.

It's beginning to sound like a bit of a car crash.

And I'm thinking, "She's being used."

No, I swear it's not like that.

Which is why I'm thinking I have to see it for myself.

And if I get the slightest sniff there's anything going on...

I'm telling her to get out while she still has the chance.

I see.

Well, I was wrong, wasn't I?

I've been on to a solicitor, in case the police press charges.

I shouldn't have said that stuff.

Whatever.

You know, you still could ask her out.

Don't be stupid.

Seriously. She owes you one.

-No.

-For God's sake, bro. Grow a pair, man!

If it makes you feel any better,

I've just been thrown off the ward for the day.

I could still get suspended.

But instead I might just go and get drunk.

-Do you...

-What?

Nothing.

You want to know why Joel was really here today?

Apart from the life-threatening heart condition?

He wanted to know if there was still something going on between us.

Turns out I've passed as officially Naylor Free.

And you think that running out

on your brother-in-law's operation proves that, do you?

No. It's about making my own choices.

And that's married life, is it?

"Sorry, Bonnie, we can't do that today in case it's what Jac wants."

Good luck with that.

You're right. I'm walking out because it's...because it's you.

So I'm going to stay

because it's Bonnie's brother, and because it's the right thing to do.

It's my decision.

Absolutely.

And you...

you are going to make sure I am out of here by 4.30 - if you don't mind?

We aim to please.

Follow me.

Well, it turns out Adele was right.

Really?

Up to a point.

Please don't argue.

Mr Luu. It's appears as if there's been some positive -

though far from conclusive - research which suggests that

certain singing exercises may help alleviate acute snoring.

-BOTH:

-# Cos I am a champion, And you're going to hear me... #

No actually, it goes rather more like this.

# Ung-gar, un-gar, ung-gar, ung-gar Ung-gar, ung-gar, ung-gar

# Ung-gar, ung-gar... #

-I prefer Katy Perry.

-Quite.

Which is why an anti-snoring device might be a better long-term

solution. I can refer you to a specialist who'll know far

more about it than either myself,

or Adele, who I should remind you is completely unqualified in this area.

That woman is an iron fist in a velvet glove.

Tell me about it. You never know

whether you're being stroked or punched in the face with her.

I heard that.

I'll get this.

What are you doing here?

You said you were going to get drunk. Thought I'd join you.

I really don't want to hurt your feelings, but I've had a bad day.

You and me both.

I'm sure you mean really well but I'm really not in the mood.

Are you out of your mind?

Maybe. But this is something I just have to do.

She is playing you.

No, this is not about Jac. This is about me.

Me and Bonnie. And our future.

And you're just going to have to trust me on this.

Well, I don't think I do.

So I'm going to need you to pick up the champagne flutes,

the flowers, and then you're going to have to take her back

to your place, you can finish getting ready there,

and then get her to the register office, and after that I...

-I may be cutting it a bit fine.

-Jonny?!

But don't let anybody leave! Promise me, Mo!

I'm an idiot.

At least we're agreed on one thing.

Am I interrupting?

No. Mo was just leaving. Weren't you, Mo?

One for the road?

I thought I made myself clear?

You did accuse me of being some kind of weirdo.

OK. OK, one drink.

And then I need to be on my own.

This'll help you relax.

I don't need help relaxing.

It'll help you go with the flow.

What do you mean?

Nothing. It's a vodka.

It's the same as the one you just had. Drink it.

You'll see.

That's a strange thing to say.

No, it isn't. I'm just saying there's nothing wrong with it.

Have you put something in it?

Like what?

I don't know, you tell me.

Well, that's paranoid.

OK. You drink it.

-What?

-We'll swap.

If you're that worried about it, don't bother. Just chuck it.

No, that'd be a waste.

No, it's fine. I mean, if you don't trust me.

Of course I trust you.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

What shall we drink to?

Dunno.

Tough love?

Suppose I better go, then.

Yeah.

Same again.

OK. This is it.

Is my hair still OK?

You look dazzling. Jonny will be dazzled.

He'll need sunglasses.

Do you want to run inside and see if he's in there?

Yeah. Definitely. Good idea.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

PHONE CHIMES

OK.

I'm aware of the time, Nurse Maconie.

I know, I know. It's been textbook.

Silence has its virtues.

Yeah, well, I'm starting to think it's a little overrated.

What would you like to talk about, then?

No, no, no. As you were.

OK. That's done. Cut.

Take him off bypass.

BEEPING

He's fibrillating.

Badly. The heart's distending.

OK. Let's put him back on bypass.

-Ideas?

-Don't worry.

We're not going to lose the bride's brother on her wedding day.

Yeah, because that would be a kind of a downer.

Let's get a TOE in there.

-Air embolism?

-That's what I intend to find out.

THUDDING

THUDDING CONTINUES

Oh, my God!

Somebody! Anybody! Help me.

Hi, Colette, it's me. I've done something terrible.

See you in a bit.

Where is he?

There's ages yet.

I'll try his phone.

He's probably driving.

You dropped him off this morning, didn't you?

Yeah, but he went back to the flat.

So... He'll be in his car.

-I thought he wasn't going to drive... So he can drink.

-Who knows?

'Hi, you're through to Jonny. Leave a message.'

Hi, you. It's me. We're here. You're there.

Maybe you could give us an ETA? Bye.

Oh, I'm not going to say them -

but you know which three words I'm thinking about.

Like I said. En route.

Bonnie - you look...stunning.

Sorry, I should have been able to come up with something

a little bit more original but...

Stunning will do.

So, what's the plan?

Just waiting on the groom.

I can have a word with the registrar if you like?

You know, extenuating circumstances and all that.

I imagine he'll be another half an hour or so.

I think we're fine, thanks, Elliot.

What do you mean?

In fact, one of Bonnie's brothers

was saying we're short an usher so if you want to...

What extenuating circumstances?

I thought he was cutting it a bit fine,

going into theatre at this stage.

What?

Mo?

Right, that contraction in the right ventricle, that looks iffy.

Air's in the right coronary artery.

And so we...?

It'll work its way out in a bit.

This could take some time, couldn't it?

Well, yes, that is standard protocol, but as it's you,

and I know you have to be somewhere, I'm going

to do something that could get me into a lot of trouble.

-Jac...

-Aortic clamp.

I'm not asking you to take any risks for me.

Actually, this is something I've always wanted to do,

so, frankly, it's win win.

Cannula.

Tube.

Let's keep the suction at 300, please.

Ready?

OK, the air is about...

..here.

Now, all I have to do is squeeze.

As you do.

Here it comes.

And that's it. No more embolism.

And no more fibrillation.

That was...

That was beautiful.

Yes. OK. I lied to you.

-You and Jonny!

-Because he knew how upset you'd be.

If he didn't want to upset me, then he might've tried

not going into theatre with Jac Naylor on our wedding day!

I saw Jonny and he said there was something he had to do...

-For you...

-What?

I don't know!

Is this what it's going to be like?

Everyone else knowing what's going on?

Where exactly do I fit into all this?

Mo?

You have to have this conversation with Jonny.

OK.

Side room, please.

Sacha, we need your help.

-What happened?

-Zosia found him in the car park.

He should be in the ED.

-Let's get him stabilised.

-Oxygen, please, as quick as we can.

I think he's taken something. GHB or Rohypnol...

-I'm not sure.

-It'd help if we knew what.

He's wearing Finn's jacket.

It'll be something from his brother, I'm sure.

OK, let's get a line in and sort this fitting. 5mg of Diazepam.

And then let's run a tox, double quick time.

He's had at least one vodka as well.

Oops.

Keep his airways open. Right, talk to Finn.

Find out if he knows what we're dealing with.

Now!

I really appreciate what you did and I know Joel will too.

And Bonnie.

Well, you can do that kind of thing

when you've got your best team around you.

It's not as if that's going anywhere, is it?

-Jac...

-What?

You're right.

About?

You are in my head, all the time.

Every decision I make, or don't make, is because of you.

So you're absolutely right. It's not fair on Bonnie.

But it doesn't mean that I don't love her.

And it's for that reason that I am so glad that I stayed

and we did this operation, and it was so great...

You are not making any sense.

It was the last time, Jac.

After the wedding, I'm owed a whole pile of leave.

We won't be coming back.

Does Bonnie know about this?

-She's not going to argue.

-And Emma?

We'll sort something.

I'll fight you.

No, you won't. Because you know it's the only way.

I'm so sorry. But I'm glad too.

This is the right thing for all of us.

Yeah. It's GHB.

I'll tell them.

Is he going to be OK?

With a bit of luck.

He's such an idiot.

Definitely.

He's given up his life to look after you

and all you can do is insult him.

That really is pretty dumb.

Just hold on one second.

Hello, yeah, I need a cab to Holby City Hospital Wyvern Entrance.

Yeah, I'm late for my own wedding.

So, I'll pay double, sexual favours, anything, just get me

there on time. OK, I'll be down in two minutes, thank you.

Yes.

Jonny?

What?

LIFT BEEPS

TANNOY: 'Doors opening. Lift going down.'

Not here.

No. No. No! What are you doing?

What you want me to do.

No, I don't! I really don't.

What?!

OK. I have to go.

No, stop.

For God's sake!

You marrying Bonnie is fine, truly.

Thank you. I'm glad I have your blessing with that.

But don't leave.

You can't leave. You can't go.

I can and I am.

Emma... I...

Emma and I...

What?

..need you.

Specifically - as time is pressing?

OK, OK... let's try this another way.

What is it that you want from me?

What am I to you, other than some kind of twisted security blanket?

My whole life, I've never had anyone like you.

And how do you FEEL about ME?

You can't leave.

Saying "I love you" doesn't terrify me.

And it doesn't send Bonnie into an acute state of paralysis.

No?

Well, that is exactly why she is my future.

And not you.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

RINGING STOPS

Zos? Owen's going to be OK.

And what can he do?

He spiked your drink, and then he drank it.

You didn't pour it down his throat. That was his decision.

SHE SOBS

Hey, come here.

I'm so sorry, it's all my fault.

I miss her so much.

Where are you going?

She's not having him, Mo. She's not doing it.

Look, he will be here. I promise you.

You can't promise me anything!

The only person that can sort this out is me.

Stop. Bonnie... Stop!

What?

If he doesn't come... Then maybe that's how it's supposed to be.

Maybe it's for the best.

I'm not losing him, Mo. Not this time. Not because of her.

CAR APPROACHES

Oh, my gosh.

What?

I've never been so glad to be wrong in my entire life!

-Jonny!

-Wait a second...

Have you got a fiver on you?

You idiot, Maconie.

That's why you're marrying me, right?

Is this what it's going to be like for the next 40 years?

HORN BLARES

TYRES SQUEAL

SILENT

SILENT

Bonnie! Bonnie! Look at me, babe.

Elliot, Elliot! We need an ambulance!

SIREN WAILS

-Jonny.

-She's not breathing.

-Jonny, come on.

-No, I won't...

Let them do their work. Come on, Jonny. Come on.

-No! No!

-Jonny.

-Get off of her.

-Jonny, no. Jonny.

GET OFF ME! Come on, baby.

COME ON!

No.

I...love...you.

Jonny...

I can't...

Jonny?

What are you doing here?

I was going to come and find you.

Don't bother.

Jonny, please, wait.

Look, whatever I've said or done today, obviously...

this puts everything into perspective.

No, no, no.

This happened BECAUSE of what you said, because of what you did.

You know that isn't true.

If I hadn't spent the whole day

trying to shake your claws from my back,

then Bonnie and I would be married now, and she'd still be alive.

It was an accident. A horrible, pointless accident.

No-one is responsible.

Stay away from me.

GO!