Raf and Amy's relationship cracks under the strain, which leads to a heart-wrenching betrayal. Meanwhile, Jac struggles as her dark history threatens to repeat itself.
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This is Doctor Jesse Law. Our new consultant anaesthetist.
He can ease my pain any time he likes.
Ill take a rain check for dinner.
I'm married Doctor Tressler.
I like a challenge.
You're not a mother.
You're a monster.
If you can't do it, we don't do it.
Another man's baby, that's worse than no baby at all.
When will you be back?
-I thought the conference ended on Monday?
I said I thought it ended on Monday.
There's a dinner on Monday night.
What if the clinic wants to see us at short notice?
That's not going to happen.
This arrived while you were in the shower.
Don't tell me they turned us down?
Just read it.
"Thank you for your interest in the Marie Jenkinson Centre.
"We regret to inform you that there is currently a three-month
"waiting list for IVF consultation."
But that's useless!
I knew you'd say that.
But, seriously, come on.
What's another three months?
Since you ask, I'll be three months older.
What exactly are you doing?
I'm waiting for Jac.
Now, listen. You need to think this over. Calmly, rationally...
I've had a whole week to think this over.
And I have come to the calm, and rational conclusion
that the mother of my child is a sick, twisted, heartless...
I've just had my aunt Agnes on the phone
because a parcel of baby clothes
that she sent for Emma had been sent back unopened.
I admit that is very galling...
It's downright malicious.
Jac has taken this court order out on me, not my family...
Even so, I'm asking you not to antagonise her.
She needs to know, Elliot.
She needs to understand the pain she's causing.
You need to be careful.
Are you working today?
I was planning to.
Well, before you do, maybe a shave might be in order?
We don't want you frightening the patients.
They frighten me.
That's more like it.
Where were you last night?
I had one of the most excruciating
experiences of my entire life.
Thanks for asking.
Why? What happened?
Why didn't you show me that letter
as soon as I came down for breakfast?
I was waiting for the right moment.
Yeah...the moment your plane lands in Geneva.
Well, can you blame me when you're in a mood like this?
I am not in a mood.
From the moment we decided to go private,
the Marie Jenkinson Centre was our first and only choice.
And they accepted us.
Some couples might see that as cause for celebration.
Everything all right?
Good, because I've got an interesting case for you.
Amy, the patient's in known stage 3 renal failure
so I'd like you to be involved.
And we may need Adele on the case, too.
Ms Burrows. Hello, I'm Professor Hope.
-You work with my daughter.
Ah. Does she know you're here?
I understand you've been having problems with your breathing.
Yeah, I started coughing in a cab.
And I couldn't catch my breath.
May I just have a quick listen?
OK, breathe in.
OK. Your lungs are a tad noisy.
Do you smoke?
Gave it up years ago.
Has anything like this happened before?
Once or twice.
You never thought of going to a doctor?
I try to avoid doctors.
I find them smug, patronising and arrogant.
When you have a minute, Professor Hope.
He's the father, isn't he?
Well, it's really not my place to say.
Listen, I, just wanted to...
If what you're about to say is work related, then fine.
If not then speak to my lawyer.
Your rules, not mine.
Elliot, erm, I...
So, when am I going to meet my granddaughter?
This is Jill Marston, who was involved in an RTC.
-This is Mr Di Lucca, our resident trauma expert,
and Ms Teo is, our consultant pharmacist.
Now, Jill's had a FAST scan in the ED...
No sign of internal bleeds.
She's been x-rayed, c-spine's been cleared.
We just need to get her a CT.
And this is Danielle.
Social Services will be on their way for her,
in the meantime she'll want to stay close by.
Right, can you tell me what happened?
I had a bacon sandwich.
Then you got a pain in your chest.
And I wanted to phone an ambulance but you wouldn't let me, would you?
I don't like hospitals.
I don't blame you. Horrible places.
It reminds me of something.
What does it remind you of?
That I'm hungry.
No. You can't eat that.
But it's mine.
-Patrick, you mustn't eat anything
until we know the cause of your chest pain.
-Because it's dangerous.
Because if we have to operate and you have food in your stomach,
you could choke.
How come there isn't a telly in here?
His B/P's normal. But his pulse and temperature are slightly raised,
so, we'll need to take some bloods. OK?
Right, can I have a nurse, please?
Well, that's very grown-up.
Can you excuse me a minute?
What the hell is she still doing here?
In all fairness, her breathing is still a little bit noisy.
Well, it'll be even noisier when I strangle her.
You think she's malingering?
She wants to play grandma. I say no to that.
So, now she decides to feign illness.
That's what she does. She schemes. She manipulates...
But she can't manipulate her test results?
So, if what you say is true, she'll be gone within the hour.
You need have nothing to do with her.
Aw. Don't beat up Thomas. You'll give him a complex.
Excuse me. Let me know if it hurts.
SHE SCREAMS IN PAIN
I think you might have broken a couple of ribs. How did this happen?
We were leaving a particularly disastrous meeting
with a foster family when I had a fight with a van.
Needless to say, the van won.
She doesn't like being touched by strangers.
For the first six years of her life
her father kept her chained to a wall in the basement.
How could anyone do that?
Oh, you'd be surprised what people are capable of.
Danni. Are you hungry? Chips. Burgers. Good.
You're wasting your time. She has no language.
She can't understand a word you're saying.
She needs the toilet.
She'll follow you there if you don't touch her.
Here he comes. "The Italian Stallion."
-If it isn't David Cameron's slightly better looking brother.
We've got a suspected pneumothorax. I'm going to need all hands on deck.
She needs a CT with contrast. Could you get it organised?
Yeah, sure. Leave it with me.
And it's over to the knife and fork brigade.
To do some proper medicine.
Why you surgeons think stabbing at a few swollen organs
is the pinnacle of glory, I'll never know.
Oh, coming from the gas man who watches extreme sports videos
while everyone else gets their hands dirty.
Hey, why do manual labour
when you can enjoy the view from the flight deck?
SHE STARTS TO SAY SOMETHING BUT DOESN'T
Sorry, are you addressing me?
Why would I be dressing you?
The doctor will be along shortly to examine you.
It can't wait.
A suspected slipped disc.
It's not just that.
That ain't a gun in me pocket.
And you're not pleased to see me?
I'm not usually this pleased to see anyone.
How long has it been like this?
I've been up all night.
Yes. I like Carry On films, too.
What was all that about?
Oh, she's just hung-over.
Out until dawn.
She's not a little girl any more,
I'll give her ten of morphine.
No, better make it five.
Be right back.
I just don't understand how anyone could do that to their own child.
Yeah, I know.
Look, about before...
I'm sorry for flaring up at you.
You think I'm putting unreasonable pressure on you.
You may have a point.
But instead of being open about it,
all I get is these long silences and marathon sulks.
You're doing one right now.
I've been checking other options.
There's the Aylesbrook. Or if you don't want to travel that far,
we could try the New Beginnings Institute...
No. We've already chosen a clinic, and they've accepted us.
There's no harm in keeping our options open.
Amy, can you see that I'm busy?
-Just leave it, will you?
We'll talk when I get back.
Either we talk about it right now,
or I may not be here when you get back.
-Are you hiding from your patient?
I just remembered I needed to do something.
You know, you'll never make the grade as a doctor
if you're embarrassed by the human body...
I'm not. For your information I happen to believe in treating all
aspects of a patient's condition.
I heard you had a penchant for psychiatry.
And that's funny why?
Cos if memory serves,
when it comes to human interaction, you've got two left feet.
-My mate Jeff.
-That is unfair.
I was 16 and you could have told me he was gay.
Anyway, I have a patient who urgently needs my help.
Mr Michaels, what seems to be the problem?
It's pointing straight at you.
I thought I told you to go to St James's?
This is St James's.
No, it's not. It's Holby City.
That's why it says "Holby City" in great big letters over the entrance!
I wouldn't need a hospital at all if it weren't for you!
Keep your voice down.
-We need to talk to you about your priapism.
The situation with your...
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
Firstly, I need to tell you your bad news...
I'd rather have the good news first.
There is no good news.
I need to relieve the pressure by drawing blood from it.
We numb you with a local anaesthetic
and using a syringe, I drain away any excess blood.
N-O spells "No".
OK, well, that is up to you.
But if I don't act soon, it could become ischemic.
What does that mean?
It'll drop off.
-Aspiration set, please.
Please. Call me Paula.
Paula. Your X-ray showed up traces of fluid on your left lung.
So, there is something wrong with me?
Yes, but thankfully, it's perfectly treatable.
We just need to take a fluid sample and send it to cytology.
Thank you, Professor.
She's been in and out of hospitals all her life.
So, she probably feels quite at home here.
How long have you worked with her?
So, you're like the closest thing she has to a mum.
I think concepts like family are a little lost on Danni.
Sounds like you've been a real hero.
Well, Danni needs a family that accepts her for who she is.
And few parents are that understanding about their own children
- let alone someone else's.
Professor Hope, batch of results from cytology.
Your dad may have some kind of bronchial blockage.
It could just be a build-up of fluid,
but I'll need to give him an ultrasound
just so we can determine exactly what we're looking at. OK.
Would you mind not doing that?
I've been looking back at his medical history
and I see he suffered a traumatic brain injury a year ago.
A car accident.
Dad was in a coma for weeks.
I'm sorry to hear that.
No-one thought he'd survive.
When he did come round he was like a baby.
How much did he remember?
Nothing. Not even his own name.
He had to learn to talk, walk, dress himself all over again...
That sounds like hard work.
Oh, it's not so bad.
We have a few laughs. Don't we, Dad?
He's hoping that eventually, he'll be able to go back to his old job.
HE BLOWS A RASPBERRY
OK. What's the scam this time?
Have you come back for the other kidney?
-Come on, Jac.
-You're either in debt or homeless.
And you're hoping that I'll bail you out.
Or maybe I came to tell you something really important.
You have poisoned my life with your selfishness,
and I'm not going to let you do it again.
Do you understand?
It's about your father.
-Look, did you mean what you said before?
What did I say?
You honestly don't remember?
You threatened to leave me.
I mean, seriously, is this what we've come to -
making threats, emotional blackmail?
You know, you're right.
I haven't been honest with you.
I've never had to fight for anything.
It was all so easy.
And now, finally, we find the one thing I can't do.
I can't make babies.
Not only do I have a low sperm count,
but the ones I do have are the wrong shape and can't swim.
So, what are you saying?
That we should just give up?
I think we should treat these three months wait
for the clinic as an opportunity.
The chance to become a couple again.
But you still want this?
I'm just worried about you.
One minute you're happy,
the next minute you're threatening to leave me...
Three months to remind ourselves why we got married in the first place.
I married you because I love you.
It doesn't look like that from where I'm standing.
I'm afraid he died recently.
So, why tell me this now,
when it's too late to do anything about it?
Hear me out before you judge me.
His name was Stewart Parkinson.
We met at the Reading Festival.
He was with the Thames Valley Police.
A police officer?
Just an ordinary bobby on the beat.
To be more specific, the bobby who arrested me for indecent exposure.
Oh, God, no...
Oh, don't be such a prude.
Stewart offered to drop the charges.
On condition that I let him take me to dinner.
He blackmailed you?
Don't be silly.
I'd been seeing him for about three months
when I realised I was pregnant with you.
He wanted me to get rid of you.
Actually booked me into an abortion clinic.
I refused to go through with it.
I believed the Goddess had given you to me for a reason.
I still believe that.
That man. Is it Jonny?
I understand why you did that to him.
I'd have done exactly the same.
And, yeah, now you're being judged and ostracized. Just like I was.
It doesn't stop you from being right, though.
-Have you done this before?
What I mean is, do you know a lot about men's bits?
She's the world's leading authority.
Glass houses, Dom.
How did it get like this anyway?
Took Viagra, didn't I?
-Three or four?
That was stupid, wasn't it?
Complete waste of time.
Don't take too much blood, will you?
I don't want it to stay like it is.
But I don't want a little, tiny one, neither.
I assure you that isn't going to happen. Are you nice and numb now?
Not as numb as you were.
-I'm sorry, do you two know each other?
Right. I'm going to start.
Let us know if you're feeling at all faint or uncomfortable.
-OK so far?
-I don't want you passing out on us.
-No. I'm good.
I've tried everything. She won't budge.
Hey, Princess. Hey. There's nothing to be scared of.
Come on. Come on, let's get you out of there.
Look, nobody's going to hurt you. Come on.
There you go. Watch your head.
There you go. You all right?
There. Sh. It's all right.
OK. I'm going to ask you some questions about him
and if I you hesitate, even for a second, I'll know you're lying.
Fine with me.
What did he die of?
A heart attack.
-How old was he?
Where was he living when he died?
In Sale. Manchester.
I thought you said he was with the Thames Valley Police?
He was. He retired at 55 and then moved up north
to be near his grandchildren.
You realise I can check that?
Be my guest.
What colour were his eyes?
The same colour as yours.
I can't undo the past, Jac.
All I can promise is to be here for you now.
I've brought a photograph. If you'd like to see it?
Everyone assumed he was just another grubby loser.
Oh, and there's this.
It's all I could find, I'm afraid.
You swear this is really him?
That was your dad, all right.
We hurt you.
Made you who you are.
Don't make that mistake.
You need your family around you.
Sometimes you have to do wrong to do right...
That doesn't make you a monster.
Pupils slightly dilated...it could be concussion.
Or you might just be looking at someone extremely attractive.
Harry, I am not in the mood.
I couldn't help noticing things are still a bit rocky
between you and Raf.
I know. It's none of my business.
We've been accepted at the Marie Jenkinson centre.
Great, that's good, no?
They can't see us till the summer. I think it's too long to wait.
But Raf doesn't?
Different priorities, I guess.
Raf obviously doesn't want this baby as badly as you do.
I think this is the single worst thing that's ever happened to him.
I need all the help I can get.
We both do.
Just be nice to him, please? For me.
I will be so ridiculously nice,
he'll think he's working with Michael Buble.
On the other hand, my father's father smoked like a chimney
and he lived to be 104.
Could I have your assistance with something, please?
-That's if you're not too busy?
Why bail out on me like that?
Could've at least talked about it?
What was there to talk about? You hurt your back.
-Yeah, carrying you to the bed!
I was trying to be romantic!
Then let me give you a tip - next time don't!
Oh, it's all coming out now, innit?
I bought you dinner twice.
You didn't say "Thank you" twice!
But the moment I can't perform, I'm surplus to whatdoyoucallits.
Is that it? Or you going to let me get on with my job?
Right, I'm going to repeat your neurological exam.
Flex your ankle up and press against my hand.
Press down with your ankle.
Down. As hard as you can.
Yeah, I'm trying. My foot feels all numb.
What's the verdict?
Slight weakness of ankle dorsiflexion and plantarflexion,
numbness in his right foot. I'm going to ask a neurosurgeon to have a look at him.
-Are you going to book an MRI?
So, out partying last night, were you?
No, I was on a really tedious blind date
-with someone incredibly dull I'm never see again.
-So, what kind of man are you looking for?
-I'm not going to talk to you about this!
-Lose the uncle.
One with half a brain would be a start.
I specifically requested a CT with contrast?
Yeah, apparently the radiologist changed her mind
after you left and refused to OK it.
How am I supposed to identify a bleed?
-What are you sorry about?
It's the radiologist who should be apologising.
I could go and suggest that to her, if you like?
Is that supposed to be funny?
What is going on with you today?
At least it's shown that she only has a simple pneumothorax.
Our patient needs a chest drain.
Let's get on with it.
Danni? What're you doing? The doctor doesn't want your leftovers.
Not right now, Princess. But thanks, anyway.
-You've got a fan.
Suppose it was bound to happen some day.
I've never seen her like that with anyone.
Guess, she's foster material after all.
Let's hope so.
I find children are a bit like cats.
They always single out people who aren't that bothered about them.
What would you know about it?
Do you know any more about what might be wrong with me?
-Oh. Didn't I mention it?
I figured out the probable cause.
It all relates to your kidney transplant.
Patients with low kidney function are often plagued
with excess fluid on the lungs.
In all likelihood, your breathlessness has been caused by
a perfectly treatable infection.
So, as soon as we've removed that cannula, you can go.
OK. What's going on?
I don't know what you mean.
Then why are you smiling?
I'm just being friendly.
No. You're being weird.
And those comments about me and kids what was that about?
It was just an observation.
The girl's obviously taken a shine to you.
-She has excellent taste.
-There you go again being nice.
-You're never nice.
-Yes, I am.
Not to me, you're not.
OK, this is getting weird.
I haven't finished with you yet.
Stop it, will you? You're embarrassing yourself.
-I'm embarrassing myself?
..sometimes I say inane things because I'm a bit inane.
There's no malice behind it.
Just innocent fun.
What about the way you keep hanging around my wife?
-I suppose that's innocent as well, is it?
Answer the question.
-Get off of me!
My office. Now.
I need to warn you that the MRI is claustrophobic
so, you're going to have to lie very still.
How the hell am I going to manage that?
Me back's killing me.
Dr Law, could you do something about his back pain?
Yes, Dr March, that is what I do. I ease patients' pain.
Yes, I heard the rumours.
Bit full of herself that girl. Don't you think?
Watch it, amigo...
It's her fault I'm in this condition.
-We've been out with her twice - once last week, and then again last night.
You're the blind date?
She chatted me up, mate.
Like a tiger, she was.
"You are about to sleep with me," she says.
"And when you do, there's a serious risk your heart will arrest
"from pure pleasure.
"But don't worry, I'm a doctor. I'll be able to revive you.
-"And we can start all over..."
-Yeah, yeah. Watch it, man.
Show some respect. She's practically my niece.
Sorry, mate. I didn't realise.
Took a few pills to keep me going.
-Where did you get them from?
Where do you think? But I over-constipated, didn't I?
Tried too hard to be the great lover,
that I ended up doing me back in.
-Not to mention me...
-Yeah, yeah, all right.
This will help you relax.
She's a good-looking gal, don't get me wrong,
-but I'm Brett Michaels.
-I can get any woman I want.
-Well, thanks for the chat, Brett.
It's been really...
It was all my fault. I goaded Raf.
I've been in a bad mood all day, ever since he called me
David Cameron's brother. Why does everyone think I'm upper class?
I can't imagine.
Actually, you know what? Harry, you can go.
-Get back to work.
Look, if you and Harry can't get along,
I'll have to make sure you work separate shifts.
It's not about Harry.
I'm glad to hear it.
Nothing I can do to help?
If we don't operate, the damage could become permanent.
Weakness in your ankles, incontinence, loss of function.
Where do I sign?
As for you, Missy, you should carry a government health warning.
What are you talking about?
Giving the poor guy performance-enhancing drugs.
-Wait till Pops gets wind of this.
Jesse, you wouldn't.
It's supposedly a card to Paula from the father I never knew.
What do you mean "supposedly"?
Take a look.
-Um, I don't...
-Read it. I'd like to know what you think.
"Dear Paula. Thank you for the...
"Thank you for the snaps of our beautiful daughter.
"No wonder you're so proud of her."
Do you think it's a forgery?
I don't understand the question.
Why would she have told him that she was proud of me?
Doesn't sound like her.
Anyone know how this happened?
What about her?
has an extremely steady hand, don't you think?
Yes, yes, she does.
You were saying?
Only that the patient's girlfriend gave him Viagra.
He overdid it and gave himself priapism.
And then she worked him so hard in the bedroom
she nearly crippled him.
If that's what young women are like these days, I'm glad I'm middle-aged.
ZOSIA LAUGHS NERVOUSLY
I don't know what you're laughing at.
I've heard all about your antics with Dr Digby.
Think you could aim a little higher, Zoshie.
Mind if I try?
By all means.
Try not to kill him.
Thanks for the tip.
See if you can remove it in one piece.
Any more advice? Or can I get on with my job?
-Be careful of the nerves.
Hey, not bad. For a beginner.
Could you be any more patronising?
Well done, everyone.
Let's get him sewn up.
Ask me another question about Will.i.am Shakespeare.
Romeo And Juliet.
Is it a comedy or a tragedy?
-Of course it's a comedy.
What about that bit at the end where they both fall over?
Dad. Let me help you out here. Romeo And Juliet isn't a comedy.
-Can I have my chocolate now?
-That wouldn't be a good idea.
I've already told you.
Shannon, can I have a word?
Your dad has developed a build-up of fluid in one lung.
I need to carry out what's called a pleural biopsy.
Basically, we put him to sleep, drain the fluid,
and then we take a sample of tissue
so we can diagnose the cause of the effusion.
Is he going to be all right?
It's just routine. Really.
You still here?
Not for much longer. I've been discharged.
Oh, what a surprise.
Listen, I understand why you don't want anything to do with me.
I can't pretend to like it, but I understand.
But please, would you let me be a grandmother?
You already are.
I mean, let me see her?
-Even just know her name?
-Out of the question.
At least give her this?
You needn't even tell her who it's from.
Her name's Emma.
If it means you'll leave.
How come you covered for me back there?
No-one likes a sneak.
I'm sorry I had a go at you.
-How is she?
-Yeah, she's still suffering from some abdominal pain.
She's haemodynamically stable,
so, we still have some time to get to the bottom of this.
Jill? Do you mind if I just examine you?
JILL WINCES IN PAIN
According to these notes, she hasn't been catheterised because of urethral strictures.
And the bladder certainly feels enlarged.
You mean I finally got something right?
Suppose it was bound to happen someday.
We're going to have to insert a suprapubic catheter.
Have you ever done one before?
-Well, now's your chance.
Amy, I'm going to need your help, too.
I don't think Danni should see this.
Do you think you could you take her for a walk or something?
This is Amy.
And she is very special to me.
You can trust her.
Here you go.
Come on. Let's go and explore.
Adele you can go on a break.
Have you got kids?
No, not yet.
They change everything.
Do you have some kids of your own, then?
No, married to the job.
But when you see how often it can go wrong,
makes you wonder if you've got what it takes.
It looks to me like you have.
You'll just go to sleep and then you'll wake up
and it'll be like nothing has happened.
He's remembered something.
Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.
You used to read it to me.
Every time we got to a bit of the story
where Charlie tasted chocolate,
we used to take a bite out of a real bar of chocolate.
Well, that's a good memory, isn't it? What are you crying for?
I don't know.
OK, you'll feel some pressure, just try and relax.
OK, tube in.
There you go.
Ready to stitch?
If you don't mind my asking, what exactly did your mother do, Jac?
How much time have you got?
I don't know her, obviously...
I know you two have had it rough,
but, to be honest, she seems pleasant enough.
She always does, at first.
Then, little by little, you let her back into your life
and the whole nightmarish cycle starts all over again.
But, no. Never again.
His oxygen sats have dropped.
It looks like chocolate.
-I thought he hadn't eaten?
-Yeah, so did I. He obviously didn't listen.
His sats are still falling...
The vomit has aspirated into his lungs. Let's stay focused.
I've got some light.
You know, I've been searching for a girl like you all my life.
What? Someone who isn't remotely interested in you.
Aw, you see?
We've even got the same sense of humour, babe.
We're two of a kind.
Gimme one more chance, Sasha.
My name is Zosia.
Just one more date.
We could just talk if you like.
Forget about the sex.
-I already have.
-You loved it.
You may be able to fool that uncle of yours
into believing you're some sort of princess,
but remember, I know different.
-What did you tell him?
He just got all overprotective.
Ah, now I get it.
You like him, don't you?
And he likes you.
-You're got it wrong.
Don't give me that.
You guys have got whatsername...
-He means chemistry.
No, no, no. We're just good friends.
-I mean, we're practically family.
That's right. "Friends".
You keep telling yourselves that.
I think I can see something stuck in his throat.
Sats are stabilising.
Let's run a broncoscopy. Make sure we haven't missed anything.
I've had enough surprises for one day.
Are you OK?
You're Emma's father.
I'm her grandmother.
So I gather.
Are you all right?
She has a retroperitoneal haematoma.
OK, do we need to get her into theatre?
Thankfully she's stable for now.
Let's observe and see what happens.
How was she?
As good as gold.
How about you?
I've been thinking over what you said
about taking three months off?
I think it's a great idea.
Let's do it.
Pulse is 120. Can we have a hand in here, please?
No recordable B/P.
Let's get her into theatre. Straightaway.
Yep, let's go.
I'm guessing he took that chocolate bar out of your bag.
Needless to say, we've had to postpone the operation.
And he'll have to come back in a fortnight.
Shannon, is something bothering you?
-Haemoptysis, she collapsed in the cafe.
OK, Mum, I need you to inhale this as deeply as you can.
OK, nice deep breaths, that's it.
Right, has she had a CT?
Yeah. But it must have come up clear
or Elliot wouldn't have discharged her.
Right, you take over here, Jonny. I'm going to chase up her results.
I can't see for blood. More suction.
We need to locate the source of this bleed.
Her small bowel is ischemic.
Right, let's start four-quadrant packing. Swabs, please.
We're still not on top of it. Cross clamp, please.
OK. Start the clock.
We have about 30 minutes before her internal organs start to die.
Let's remove the packs.
Clockwise from the pelvis.
Her superior mesenteric artery has avulsed.
She's not going to survive.
-Danni, everything's going to be all right. It's OK, sweetheart.
Surely you can do something?
We're going to have to reattach the blood supply.
Have you done it before?
Page Ms Campbell...
Hmm. That's an ominous-looking nodule.
-Whose lung are we looking at?
-Have you had her results back from cytology yet?
-Well? Have you or haven't you?
I may have gotten muddled over which patient is which.
-You mean, you discharged her without double-checking her results?
-It was a mistake, Jac.
It's not as if you've exactly excelled yourself lately.
Do you want to break it to her?
She's your patient.
You do it.
This is so delicate!
Stay calm and methodical, Mr Di Lucca, and we might succeed yet.
Administer IV heparin 5,000 units.
Mr Di Lucca?
Has it worked?
She needs to spend the next 24 hours open in ITU,
then bring her back into theatre and we might know more.
All we can do is hope for the best, and plan for the worst.
Jonny, thank you.
First of all I would like to profoundly apologise for...
When I spoke to you, I didn't...
Paula, I'm afraid I have some very bad news.
The fluid in your lungs is a malignant pleural effusion,
caused by lung cancer.
These shadows indicate the extent of the growth.
It has metastasised to the pleura,
that's the area surrounding the lungs.
And I'm so sorry to have to say this,
it is inoperable.
You said I was fine,
and now it's terminal?
Your cancer is at stage four.
There is no cure.
-How did it go?
-So far, so good. But I should have acted sooner.
Is he always this hard on himself?
Come on. You know as well as I do that the chances of surviving
an injury like that are minimal.
Take it from me, that was some of the best repair work I've ever seen.
Well done, love.
It's me. Harry.
Yeah, I'm good, thank you. How are you?
Good, good, good. Listen, the reason I'm calling is
I need to ask a favour.
If he's beginning to remember things,
he could continue to improve.
It was his present to me on my 16th birthday.
That's why I left home as soon as I could.
Well, he might remember what he did soon enough.
I love my dad.
He's all I've got.
But that doesn't alter the fact that he made our lives a complete misery.
You can't build a better future by denying the past.
What are you looking so smug about?
It's not what you know, it's who you know.
Your initial consultation
at the Marie Jenkinson Centre is in three weeks.
But my uncle plays golf with the clinical director.
I asked him to put in a word. There was a bit of wrangling.
But the upshot is, you and Raf have officially jumped the queue.
I don't know what to say.
They're waiting for you to call and confirm.
-Thank you, Harry.
Thank you so much.
I thought we'd agreed - three months to find ourselves again.
Yes, but that was before we managed to change the appointment.
Harry's uncle is a friend of the clinical director.
You've been talking to Harry about this?
you've got to be kidding me. How much have you told him?
Harry's a friend. We can trust him.
He's no friend of mine. And I want you to stay away from him.
Don't be ridiculous.
I mean it.
I told him we needed help, Raf.
And that's all he's guilty of - trying to help us.
Well? Are we going to carry on with the IVF?
I don't think it's a good idea.
Why? Because Harry arranged it?
Because we're not ready.
I mean, look at us.
Half the time, we're at each other's throats.
Look, it's really quite simple.
Do you want to have children or not?
I always wanted to die young.
And leave behind a beautiful corpse.
I suppose middle-aged will have to do.
I'm sorry you've got cancer.
When I was coughing you called me "Mum".
Don't you remember?
Now we've got the chance to help each other.
You stand by me while I face the great gig in the sky
and I support you in your custody battle.
What do you say?
I can't do this.
There's 20 grand in there.
I don't understand.
It's all yours.
Just stay out of my life.
You can't mean that.
I'm afraid so.
You'd better have that back.
"..and the enchantment was broken.
"The princess looked at him with wondering eyes and said,
"'Is it really you, my Prince?'
"'I have waited for you for so long.'
"And all the courtiers rose to their feet and stared in amazement.
"For there stood the princess,
"happier and more beautiful than ever before."
Let's see what else is in here.
What are you doing?
What does it look like?
You need to wait for Professor Hope to discharge you.
He needs to talk you through your follow-up treatment
and your care plan.
Is there anything I can do?
No, there's nothing you can do.
-Doors opening, lift going down.
You and me.
I mean, can you imagine?
-Yeah. Gross on so many levels.
Do you fancy going for a coffee or something?
Erm, thanks, but I should get home.
Could use an early night.
What about you?
I might go for a run later.
That's about it.
Not seeing anyone, then?
I suppose I could pick someone up at the bar.
Well, good night, Uncle Jesse.
You take care now.
All right. I was a useless mother.
The world's worst.
Still, it seems harsh not even being allowed to see Emma.
Tell me about it.
My own granddaughter
and I know next to nothing about her.
Do you want to see some pictures?
Let's have a look.
So, this is her three hours after she was first born.
God. What happened to her?
Well, it's a long story.
But she's through the worst of it. She's going to be OK.
I had no idea.
Why would you?
And this is her at two months.
This is her favourite bear, Bromley.
It's kind of a wonder that he's got any ears at all given the amount of time she spends chewing them.
-She was my fiance. She died four weeks ago.
What are we going to do?
Do you have someone where to stay?
A perfectly adequate hotel.
I'd offer to give you lift but I've had to sell my car.
I need every penny I can get to fight this court case, so.
I'd like to help you.
Rach, hi, it's Harry.
Yeah, I'm good thanks. Listen, bad news.
I don't I'm going to be able to make tonight.
As I said earlier, talk to my lawyer.
Think I'd rather talk to my own lawyer.
What are you talking about?
Your mum's promised me the money you gave her.
So, in a way, you gave it to me.
I'm going to put it towards my legal expenses.
So, thank you, Jac.
Thank you for helping me get my daughter back.
You see? You were worrying over nothing.
Mummy's going to be all right.
I'm probably never going to have children.
Come on. You don't mean that.
And he said I had to stop talking to you.
And I think Raf is losing it.
-That's assuming he ever had it to begin with.
I hate it when you make fun of him.
He's still the love of my life.
My only love.
Hey! Take it easy.
SHE LAUGHS AND SNORTS
You know, I think I might be a teensy bit drunk.
Yeah, that's probably something to do with the fact that you
haven't had a drink for about three years.
Look, shall I call you a cab?
I'm in no hurry to go home to an empty flat.
I need someone.
You know that feeling,
when you can't face being alone?
I thought this was what you wanted.
As Amy and Raf encounter another blow on their IVF journey, they are forced to consider what they really want. Will the consequences destroy them forever?
A lonely Jac struggles against her instincts as Paula fights to get under her skin - can she trust her mother, or is she destined always to be the victim of her manipulations?
Zosia is determined to do all she can to forget her disastrous date from last night, but when he turns up on the ward presenting with an awkward ailment, he becomes increasingly impossible to ignore.