No Apologies Holby City

Ich heisse Josef Dalke.

Who's Josef Dalke?

SHUT UP!

-It was me who walked away from Jac.

-I've been an idiot.

You'd never be able to fight this legal case if I wasn't helping you.

And that is the only reason I'm going to tolerate you.

MACHINE ALARMS BLARE He's arrested.

-You resuscitated him?

-Yeah, well. Obviously.

He told Dr March that he wanted a DNR.

Have you any idea what you've just done?

Do you really think we've got enough evidence

to accuse this man of being an escaped Nazi?

-HE GASPS

-Mmmm! Yeah, well.

Yeah, it would have been nice

to find photographic evidence of Josef Dalke,

but I still think our findings are persuasive.

Yes, but this is even better. This is proof.

No, no, no, no! Unfair!

-Oh! Zosia!

-WATER RUNS

Right, please, I'm begging you! Just leave some hot water!

Right, great, well, no good deed goes unpunished. Thank you.

Tiffin?

So are we going to see you up on Darwin at any point today or...?

Do you know how many cardiac emergencies present in AAU per year?

-Amaze me.

-A lot. It's where the action is, Jonny Boy.

Yeah, speaking of action,

I know we know that Jac is a bona fide sociopath,

but now I know exactly why.

Yep, it's the front lines, well, close to...

the second line of defence, still

but really close to the front lines...

So as it turns out, Paula was a horrible mother

who abandoned Jac, then hijacked her kidney,

then legged it back to India

before the stitches had even had a chance to heal.

Red faces all round, right?

Yeah, I mean, and you know what they say, a change is as good as a rest.

Here's the thing, though, right? Without Paula's support

I don't have the slightest chance of fighting this custody battle.

-What do you think?

-I think you've lost your mind.

-Oh, great! Thanks, mate(!)

-Do you really want my advice?

-Absolutely!

-Talk to her.

-It's not that easy.

-It's not that complicated either.

-I'm in a war here, Mo!

Right, well, an army can't march on an empty stomach.

I'm off to fight my own battles. You're on your own, son.

I'm really sorry, I think I've left my purse in the car.

Julie, is my sandwich ready? Great.

I'll pay for the coffee as well.

The milky coffees are on me!

It's a peace offering, really.

-I'll pay you back.

-It's OK. There's no need.

I do feel I owe you one.

Thanks, Julie.

My beloved grandfather is pummelled back to life against his wishes,

because of your F1's filing error.

But every cloud.

Well, if you put it like that, I suppose I could stretch to a lunch.

To be honest, I'm glad. Not because he's distressed,

but he's still here. That DNR request was so unlike him.

But maybe the universe knew better.

Of course, he's still threatening to hang himself with his drip.

LIFT ARRIVES

THEY LAUGH You got me!

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

Jac.

Jac.

Jac!

Come on, Naylor, rise and shine!

Yes! What? I'm here...

Bad night?

Don't you knock?

I could have ram-raided, and you wouldn't have woken.

What do you want?

Shelly Lang, 20 years old, transferred from St James's...

-With carcinoid heart disease.

-That's rare!

It's so rare, it's kind of a once in a lifetime case

-and she's specifically requested you.

-Give me.

-Mr Levy... I...

-Morning, all.

Has someone changed the password on this?

Yeah, I knew that. Zosie, you look tired.

And you look old. Mr Levy...

-If this is an apology for yesterday...

-It's not.

OK, right.

Lucy Brown, 21, presenting with acute abdominal pain,

distention, vomiting and diarrhoea.

What next?

I will examine the patient for tenderness and bloating,

order an abdominal X-ray and a CT scan as well as bloods,

FBCs, Us and Es, LFTs. No, about Joe Goodridge.

OK, here's the thing.

I want you to stay away from Joe Goodridge, OK? I want you

to attend to Lucy Brown and redouble your efforts to impress.

Time to be your best self. Hmm?

Christmas of 2003, I arrived with a train set for Zosia

and she showed that face.

I'm not sure a train set is the right present for a teenage girl.

Not just a train set. Vintage.

Cost an arm and a leg and not the point of the story.

Anyway, that was the year Boldface was born...

HE LAUGHS Boldface.

And Boldface always meant trouble.

Lucy Brown is both bloated and tender

and Joe Goodridge is a Nazi war criminal.

Tell him, Arthur.

-Ms Naylor. It's lovely to meet you.

-Thank you.

I hope you don't mind, the colour green has such a calming effect,

especially on inflamed conditions of the body such as pericarditis.

It also awakens greater friendliness, hope, faith, peace...

And if that wasn't enough, it also encourages

trust in the process of growth.

So it's a winner in every respect. Thank you, Ms Naylor.

Mum, I've left my wash bag in the car, could you get it for me?

Of course I can, sweetheart. I'll leave you to it.

I can explain.

My mum thinks I've got pericarditis and I'd like to keep it that way.

Why would you say you have ordinary, mediocre,

run of the mill pericarditis when you have carcinoid heart disease?

You're pretty special, you know.

Well, as my surgeon I'm glad you feel that way,

but to my mum I'm pretty special either way.

I'm sure you are. I'm Jonny Maconie, by the way.

-I will be looking after you today.

-Nice accent.

-Thank you.

-Where are you from in Scotland?

The best bit, Edinburgh.

I spent a weekend there once.

It's beautiful, and Rosslyn Chapel...

-Ah, are you a Dan Brown fan?

-Guilty.

Well - something not a lot of people know about Rosslyn.

As rumour would have it, I was conceived in the car park there.

So it seems like I'm not the only special person in the room.

What do you think, Ms Naylor?

Can you order an echocardiogram and an MRI, please?

You won't say anything to my mum?

That's a pretty big lie. I would strongly recommend talking...

You're over 18, so you're protected by patient confidentiality.

Whatever you decide to tell your mum is your choice.

-But you know what they say? The truth will out.

-I hope not.

That lie is the only thing that will get us through today.

Yesterday, when he was delirious,

Joe Goodridge identified himself in German as Josef Dalke.

Yeah, so Joe said he was a prisoner in Majdanek,

which was a work camp at the beginning of the war,

lots of Poles were sent there.

Which then became an extermination camp,

and Josef Dalke was a German guard there...

-And not just any old guard.

-No.

He's referred to as "The Baby Faced Beast" due to his youth and...

We believe that, like many others his age, he lied to sign up.

That's not relevant. Josef Dalke disappeared from record in 1945.

Here he is, listed in The Simon Wiesenthal Centre's

annual report on the investigation and prosecution

of Nazi war criminals.

This is the reason you didn't mention the DNR, isn't it?

I needed more time.

So, you stood there and you allowed me to perform CPR on a man

who'd specifically requested not to be resuscitated?

He had no right to...!

What do you mean, he has no right? YOU have no right.

You have no right, Zosia,

to investigate any patient in this hospital.

Joseph Goodridge is a frail old man who needs our help.

Now, if you want to become a detective, Zosia, OK,

if you want to fight crime, then go and join Scotland Yard,

but HERE, your job is to take care of the sick,

nothing more, nothing less.

I thought YOU would understand.

Get out. And if you mention your theories outside of this office,

then I shall recommend suspension.

-Just to be clear, I had nothing to do with the DNR.

-Go.

-Gone.

Right, hang in there, mate. I'm going to get you some wheels.

I haven't lost my legs, mate!

Excuse me.

Hope you feel better, mate!

Not necessary.

Nonsense, mate. Time is money.

Let's go, boy. Right. Coming through, coming through,

-men on a mission!

-Slow down, or I'm going to...

Dr March? He's not a fan of CPAP.

-Any chance we could use a standard oxygen mask?

-Erm...

-His blood gases are good.

-I'm sure Mr Levy...

Please.

Right, heart rate is 70. Blood pressure, 100/60.

Oxygen sats, 65 and temperature, 38.

I should really get an anaesthetist to check his levels,

but until then I'm sure I can do it.

HE GROANS

HE GASPS

There we are. That's better.

Dr March, your patient needs you.

I'm sorry. It was my fault. Grandpa was just so uncomfortable.

Thank you, Dr March.

There's a scar on his left tricep.

All I'm asking is for you to have a look at it.

Zosia, will you stay out of this room, please?

HE COUGHS AND CHOKES

Essie, go upstairs and bring me my slippers.

We're in the hospital, Grandpa.

Please, Essie, please, this is no place for children,

let the men talk.

I'll stretch my legs.

How are you feeling, Joe?

You're a good man, Mr Levy. I see why Essie likes you.

She tells me that Dr March did not inform you of my DNR.

Yes. Yes, and I wanted to say I'm so very sorry, Joe.

No need, no need, you've done nothing wrong.

But keep that women away from me!

-Well?

-This girl definitely needs surgery.

I'll book theatre, then.

Well, where's Janet today?

Her name is Jane and she has flu.

What about the one with the man hands?

I assume you mean Rose and she's on holiday right now, so...

I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

-Come on, Jac, I am trying here.

-Fool me once, Jonny...

Fine. Aren't you even wondering why Shelly is lying to her mother?

No, my main focus is the medicine.

And nothing else matters.

Not when it comes down to life and death.

OK, well, Pat would like us now to talk her through the surgery,

which is now a minefield,

so we're going to have to come to some kind of agreed approach.

Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt. I was just wondering

if we could we have that chat now?

I've read up on the surgery and post operative care.

I'm come armed with supplies to help in any way I can,

but I just still have some questions.

You know, Nurse Maconie would be happy

to talk you through the surgery. If you'll excuse me.

Ding dong!

We're in a bit of rush, looking for a stitch and go.

Then you're looking for the ED.

Ah, no, no, we'll be there for hours. We're in and out of here

all the time, like frequent flyers. Where's our benefits?

-We tend not to encourage repeat business.

-Let's just go!

-No, no, no. It's for charity, see.

-Look, I can give you directions,

but then again, you probably know the way.

-She knows us! Ms Effangan!

-Effanga.

Yeah, there she is. Ms Effanga here helped the hot redhead fix...

the old oesophagus

when I had an unfortunate encounter with some paint stripper.

Great, then maybe you'll listen to HER.

Make your way to the ED, OK?

I've been asked to review a paeds patient, I won't be long.

Let's just go and get this race over and done with.

Oh, come on, mate, that's hardly the spirit!

Yeah, well, you didn't have a car land on you.

It was the stupid jack!

Mo!

He's finally sleeping.

I forgot to ask about his blood gases earlier.

It's a PO2 reading of six.

-SHE SIGHS

-Damn.

-Let's just give the erythromycin and Augmentin some time to work.

-Mmm.

He's survived so much more than this. Every fire, being shot,

Majdanek. Pneumonia is nothing...

He never looked back. For him, life only really began here.

And he kept all that pain locked away.

My Great Aunt Maria never talked about it either,

but at 85, she could take on Tyson.

He's a survivor, you know. Survivors are made of sterner stuff.

He was.

He had more life in him than anyone I'd ever met,

and then he asked for a DNR.

Well, Joe's an old man.

Not until yesterday.

-Hi.

-It's supposed to be excellent at reducing post-operative pain.

I'm Amy Teo.

I've been asked to provide a second opinion

-on some of your herbal remedies.

-Great!

I hear you've pretty much covered the globe.

Just so you know, everything in here has been prescribed by herbalists.

I would NEVER buy randomly off the internet.

-That's good to know. Thank you.

-I've done my research.

Nothing in here interferes

with Shelly's hospital-prescribed medicine.

So when was she first diagnosed with carcinoid syndrome?

Er, no...that was ruled out. Shelly doesn't have that.

-Could you tell her, Ms Naylor?

-Mum?

It's all right, you don't have carcinoid syndrome.

You have pericarditis.

It's a swelling of the heart muscle. That's very, very common.

80 to 90% of individuals receive long term benefits

-from a pericardiectomy.

-Yes, Mum, that's right.

I'm sorry, but it says here that...

Tell her it WAS queried, but it was discounted!

I would say that Shelly has a better than 80 to 90% chance

of long term benefits. After all, she does have me as her surgeon.

You see, Mum? Everything's fine.

Yes. It's just a mix-up. It happens all the time.

MOBILE RINGS

Could you tell me where the ladies is?

Yes. Of course. Follow me.

I'm confused.

My dad had carcinoid heart disease. He died on the table.

So it's not so rare, at least not in my family.

-That's incredible.

-I'm going to take these away.

I'll be back and I'm sorry if...

MOBILE RINGS

OK, then.

You should answer it. We'll be fine.

Excuse me.

What's wrong?

Calm down and speak clearly.

-Erm, subdural haematoma.

-No.

Mr Levy, would you mind telling Dr Digby what we're looking at here?

Oh, looks like a decompressive craniectomy to me.

Oh, come on, I thought we were looking at an injury,

-not the results of a procedure.

-Ah-ahh!

Never presume, my friend. Drinks are on you.

No, I can't tonight. I'm working on a new magic trick.

If memory serves, you're a better pickpocket.

-I should have known that.

-Maybe you're too tired to focus.

OK, look.

I just want to say for the record

that as much as I love military history...

how do I put this? Zosia made me.

Yeah, but you understand that our patients rely on us

to act impartially.

Whatever happens outside of this hospital is none of our business.

Absolutely, and I agree. I don't really care.

That did not come out right.

It's just that it's pretty compelling evidence.

I mean, if it is true, don't we have some kind of obligation

to his victims?

Anyway...

-Hey, what's the rush?

-It's a hospital, Mo, a place of emergency.

-Is everything OK?

-We're fine.

-I can call Jonny if you like.

-I've got it handled.

All right, well, let me know if there's anything you need.

It's not your business.

HE TUNES IN THE RADIO

ADELE ON THE RADIO: 'Without a proper examination,

'it's impossible to be sure...'

If we get out of here in the next hour, we might still have a chance.

It's a slim one, but Benny's Jenson inceptor don't go over 50mph

and Sid's Sunbeam Tiger is leaking oil, so...

How do you know?

ADELE ON THE RADIO: 'Larry, I think you need to see your GP.'

Oh, hello, sexy voice.

'You're listening to...'

Make My Medicine, with Dr Mo.

Hi, Sue, it says here you have a weight issue.

'I'm 5ft 7 and 11 and a half stone.'

Sounds like a healthy BMI to me.

My Alison was 5ft 7.

'Well, my boyfriend Derek wants to pay for a gastric band.'

Look, Sue, the only weight you need to lose is Derek.

-Too right.

-Too right.

-Ow.

-Well, the good news is, your head CT has come back clear,

there's no sign of concussion, we're still waiting on the results

of your chest CT and X-ray.

But in the meantime, I'll get someone to clean up that head wound.

And we're back in business.

You look stressed.

Mary-Claire's in Ireland, Adele's got the flu

and do you know what I wish?

I wish that people didn't fraternise here! Want to know why?

Because it causes heartache and pain and not just for them!

Oh, no, no, no, everyone suffers and I for one am sick of it.

Look, I don't know what you've heard,

but me and Amy are just going through a rough patch, that's all.

That woman is my WORLD. You know?

I have NO idea what you're talking about.

Oh. Forget I said anything.

How could I? It's SO touching.

-Everything all right?

-Fine.

You both look so glum. Positive thinking.

Happy thoughts can change everything.

-My eighth birthday...

-When Dad dressed as a cowboy

and destroyed the garden with that wild horse.

-Our weekend in Rome.

-Good food, wine, shopping...

And you getting us thrown out of The Sistine Chapel

-for exposing yourself...

-Oh, hello.

It was my shoulder. Everybody thinks I'd flashed my pants

and danced the cancan on the altar.

-And it was fun.

-It WAS fun.

And so is every other day with you, Shelly bells. OK? SHE SOBS

It's time to go now, Pat.

It's going to be fine, they do this every day of the week.

The power of positive thinking will get us through.

And allowing the surgeon to do her job also helps.

We've got 22-year-old student Dave on the line. You're live on air.

-'What can I do you for?'

-'Oh, hi, Doc.

'I've got a match this evening and I need to shift this hangover.

'Head's fine, the problem is the other end.'

Diarrhoea?

'Hovering as we speak.'

-Been there, soldier.

-'OK.

'No brainer, you'll need a raw egg, a touch of Tabasco,

'a pinch of salt and sugar...'

Now, here comes the science bit.

You whisk them together, add a glug off milk, whisk again, down it...

'followed with a glass of water.'

-Feel like I should be taking notes here.

-'Oh, you're joking.'

-Still with us?

-'I don't joke about health, Dave.'

Roy Cribbs has just overtaken us in a Morris Minor. It's embarrassing.

'That sounds horrible.'

-How are you feeling, Jimmer?

-Just tired.

'OK. I'll give it a go.

'I hope you're right, Doc, I don't want to miss my match.'

'Remember, Dave, water is the only drink for a wise man.'

Oh, no. No, no, no.

'You're listening to Make Mine Medicine with Dr Mo...'

Scalpel.

Roberts forceps.

Good.

Better than good.

You're doing great, Shelly.

OK. Sutures ready.

'Hi. This is Adele,

'you're through to my voice mail. Leave me a message.'

Yeah, hello, Adele, this is your sister Mo, you know, "Dr Mo".

Give me a call, please. It's pretty urgent.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR, RADIO PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND

Hiya. They need you back in paeds.

Trying to win a competition?

PHONE VIBRATES

Come off by-pass.

-MONITOR ALARMS BEEP

-Pressure's dropping.

Octreotide, 200 micrograms.

Come on, Shelly, let's see that pressure come back.

I need a pacing wire.

Ah, Mr Thompson's horrible impression of a roaring lion

when you knew you were in labour and everyone else was doubting you.

That's hardly a happy thought. We were terrified.

Yeah, but our baby beat all the odds and survived. Happy ending.

Bravo, Naylor, you one-kidneyed power house.

Probably not one of my best lines ever.

Oh, I disagree. Right, let's attach that lead.

-ALARMS STOP

-Good, we have sinus rhythm.

-Nice work, Ms Naylor.

-And I didn't even miss man hands.

Just for the record, you were right and I was wrong about Paula.

She's a real piece of work.

I'm so very sorry.

-Can you keep something between you and me?

-My word is my bond.

That's a yes.

OK. Joe's tricep scar, why is it so significant?

Well, members of the SS had their blood types

tattooed on to their triceps in case of battlefield injury.

But by the end of the war, that tattoo made them targets

so they did what they had to, you know, to avoid detection.

And it couldn't just be a scar

on a man who worked in a fire station,

when health and safety meant turning up and not dying?

Well, if you believe that Joe in his delirium

mistakenly identified himself as a war criminal

and that his Polish is very rusty, then, yes,

the scar site could be simply coincidental.

What do you think?

-BLEEPER SOUNDS

-I think that sometimes,

very bad people get away with murder in the name of war.

MONITOR ALARMS BEEP

I know I shouldn't be doing this.

There's blood in the drain.

It could be a bleed from the intestine.

So what are we waiting for?

Mr Levy?

Right, let's get him into surgery.

-Let me come in.

-I can't, I'm afraid.

Just to the viewing area. I won't interfere.

After what happened to him last time, I just want to be with him.

OK. OK.

What we're trying to work out here, Dr Mo, is how dangerous is it

to leave a hospital before receiving your test results?

'Like, on a scale of one to ten?'

You can't do it.

'Really? There's no way around it?'

Because at this rate, we're going to miss cliff diving at six.

-I'm not cliff diving!

-'Good for you, Jimmer.'

Cliff diving is for the insane.

'Come on. It's another £200 in the bucket.'

I've done my bit, Dr Mo.

I didn't see you horsing down crackers at the start line

till they were coming out your ears.

Which is a bad thing, digestively speaking.

'That's unfair.

'He knows I can't do eating and drinking challenges.'

And it's not my fault he's been left with a stomach

the size of a four-year-old's.

In the past six months, we've skydived, bungee jumped,

formed a flash mob

and organised the largest pie in the face competition in England.

All right, mate, keep your hair on!

You know, you've been really moody lately,

and it's not just because of Alison.

-It's because you never listen!

-I listen!

'OK, OK, time out.'

Jimmer, catch your breath, Mitch, try listening.

Jimmer, OK, go ahead, make your point.

Well, I just think that... Oh, it's her.

Nice talking to you, Dr Mo, but we have got to go.

No, no, don't hang up! Urrgh!

Any chance I could get my phone back?

OK, I can wait.

Scalpel, please.

Sorry, can you call Ms Campbell for me, please?

OK, fine, make your point.

I warned you this would happen.

No, you didn't.

Classic cars break down!

Who wants to try racing in cars that break down?

-It's supposed to be fun.

-Since when was a head injury fun?

Oh, you've changed, mate.

-Yeah, well, one of us had to!

-What's that supposed to mean?

-HE GROANS

-Jim?

Man down! Man down!

HE GASPS AND COUGHS

OK, I've got a spontaneous pneumothorax, I need a 14 gauge

angiocath-type needle, a catheter and call Mr Di Lucca, please.

I'm sorry, I didn't know! You're going to be OK, mate.

-SHE KNOCKS

-Mr Levy?

Can I have another litre of Hartmann's, please?

You summoned me?

-Yes. Yes, thank you for coming.

-I was presented with little choice.

Mr Levy?

I'm so sorry, I have to go.

Where? You promised him you would take care of him!

-Yes, but that was before...

-Before what?

Josef Dalke.

-Excuse me?

-Josef...Dalke.

Are you having some kind of breakdown?

-Maybe. I...

-What's going on, Mr Levy?

I'm asking you, please, explain it to me.

I believe...

that it is very possible

that your grandfather was christened Josef Dalke...

..and that he is a Nazi war criminal.

HE GASPS

OK, insert the needle above the third rib,

through the intercostal muscles and into the chest cavity.

Not my first rodeo.

Right, remove the stilette and advance the catheter very carefully.

Thank you for the step by step,

but I can assure you it's quite unnecessary.

-Et voila.

-HE BREATHES A SIGH OF RELIEF

-It's almost like I'm a pro.

-Almost.

Is he going to be OK?

Yeah, we have to leave the catheter

and syringe in place to allow any free air to escape but...

-For life?

-No. No, he'll be fine.

Steph, can you?

You can't help yourself, can you?

-No idea what you're talking about.

-Have to be the big man.

He IS my patient.

And yet I'm the one who saved his life.

Guess you're not the big man after all.

I really do think I HATE him.

'Oh, hi, doc, I'm 53, healthy as a flea,

'but lately I'm getting chest pain.'

Press down on your chest, is it better or worse?

'Worse.'

'Better or worse when you eat?'

Hey.

You OK?

Yeah. Any news on Emma?

-What? What news?

-She didn't tell you...

-Tell me what?

-Emma's in paeds.

-What's wrong with her?

-I don't think it's anything serious.

Oh, my God.

-'Are you a bit gassy, Des?'

-'Oh, yeah, burping like a baby.'

'Sounds to me like a simple case...'

of indigestion. My advice, invest in some

indigestion medication and lay off the curries.

No, that's wrong!

Look at your phone. I know it's attached to you.

Um, hold on...

This is what you've been up to?

Instead of trying to help him,

you're busy trying to frame an old man.

My grandfather was not a Nazi!

He identified himself as Josef Dalke when he was delirious.

I once nursed a man who was convinced he was Cher!

Guess what? He wasn't!

Haven't you ever wondered why

he never had anything to do with the Polish community here?

He wanted to escape the memories of what happened over there.

Or he needed to run away from what he did.

You are UNBELIEVABLE!

THIS is unbelievable!

So there's nothing about your grandfather that raises any doubts?

I've had about as much as I can take.

-How are you feeling?

-Hard to know, but I'm alive.

It's going to be a long road to recovery.

I'll be fine.

You'll need more than herbal teas and green underwear.

Purple underwear. It brings harmony and calm.

Where is your mother?

She's probably meditating in the prayer room.

She needs to take proper care of you.

You remind me of my dad.

He was the practical one in the house.

He always knew the exact right thing to do.

I miss that.

But these sheets, the big bag of herbal medicines

and happy thoughts, they help too and it means the world.

Stay, please. Just talk to me. I don't want to be alone.

RADIO: 'If it's indigestion, why all the questions, Doc?

-TEXT MESSAGE BEEPS

-Well, we just need to be sure.

We're nearly there.

'OK, keep firing.'

Erm, does it hurt more when you walk?

'Lately, it's a killer. Old age creeping in... I suppose.'

Yeah, how about when you walk up a hill or stairs?

'Now that you mention it,

'I thought I was going to pass out on the stairs last week.'

Go to a hospital, Des.

OK, Des, please don't be alarmed,

but I think you need to present yourself at a hospital.

'Seriously?'

Yeah. Yeah, better to be safe than sorry.

'Monica, love, get my coat.'

Right, OK, guys, that's the end of the show.

'Thanks for listening.'

Bye.

EMMA CRIES

So, apparently, I don't get to visit my own daughter

without YOUR permission.

That's what happens when a Prohibited Steps Order is in place.

It's your call and you know it!

Look, I'm not a bad man.

And I'm not a danger to Emma.

I'm her dad, she's sick and you're still going to keep us apart?

-What's it going to take, Jac?

-She's a bit dehydrated at the moment,

-but they've got her on fluids.

-BLEEPER SOUNDS

What she needs right now is rest, but if you want to go in and...

It's Shelly!

Ms Campbell operated successfully on Joe.

-So it's back to Joe now, is it?

-I'm just doing as I'm told.

Lucy Brown?

Lucy's Brown's flatus tube seems to be doing the trick

-so there's no need for surgery. Lucky me.

-Good.

Look, I know what I said earlier...

Mr Self wants to see you in his office.

Can you tell him I'll be a minute?

Well, he's pretty insistent on it being now.

-ALARMS BEEP

-Blood pressure's dropping. Oxygen sats are low!

Please, Shelly! Where are you taking her? SHE SOBS

She's tamponading. We need to get her to theatre.

Just like her daddy!

Pat, get out of the way. Out of the way!

Shelly, remember the time we spent by the sea, you, me and Daddy,

it was the best time ever. Think happy thoughts!

Oh, God! SHE SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY

HIS BREATHING IS LABOURED

Your patient's granddaughter brought this to my attention.

It's quite a comprehensive little investigation

you've undertaken here.

Or did my daughter do most of the legwork?

This is my responsibility.

Yes, THAT is something we can agree on.

You let an F1 lead you by the nose,

into a Nazi war criminal allegation, no less.

You have opened this hospital up to legal action,

not to mention the possibility of a media storm,

and all based on what?

The delirious ramblings of an old man.

Oh...

..and a scar on the inside of his arm.

Now, where else might he have got that from, I wonder?

It's...different.

What else?

Zosia said that his Polish wasn't that good.

Zosia said that his Polish wasn't that...

a language that he has not spoken in 70 years.

My daughter, the expert(!)

Mr Levy, I understand this is an emotive issue for you.

I think it's best for all concerned

if you stay away from this patient and his granddaughter.

-Sorry. I'm so sorry.

-Hey, don't worry about it. What's going on?

-I thought you were sick.

-I really need to see Mo.

ADELE!

I'm just going to be over here.

I'll be in Pulses.

Your patient's in the ED.

His tests came back positive for angina,

which, left untreated, could have led to a heart attack.

I don't know what to say.

You could have been responsible for that man's death, Adele!

-I'm so sorry.

-That's not good enough!

-I know.

-Why?

You think about it.

I wondered where you were.

I needed a walk.

Essie, am I dying?

The infection's spread.

Your heart rate and blood pressure are dropping.

I'm happy to go.

-I need to know something.

-Anything.

Do you remember the case that used to be in the attic?

You kept all your costumes in it.

You said you brought it with you from the old country.

That and the clothes on my back.

Your father bought it for you when you were a boy.

Yes. It was a special day.

I remember the initials engraved on the lock were...

..JD.

I asked you about it once.

You joked that they had run out of Gs, but you never did explain it.

Who's Josef Dalke?

That woman is a liar.

-Are you Josef Dalke?

-I am Joe Goodridge.

So many unanswered questions, niggling away all these years.

-Enough.

-No, not enough. Are you Josef Dalke?

I am your grandfather.

Yes, you are my grandfather...

..and it's always been you and me against the world.

But now you're dying and you're leaving me behind.

So, I'm begging you, at least leave me with the truth.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Josef Dalke was a very young boy

who was picked out of everyone he knew to serve his people.

He did what was necessary with great pride.

I was a guard at the Majdanek work camp,

where I performed my duties with honour.

It was a death camp.

Later, I fought off the Russians, but the war was coming to an end

and every man was fighting for himself.

That's how you were shot!

Does it matter?

Does it matter? You weren't a victim.

YOU were the monster!

Essie, I am the same man you have always known and loved

-and who loves you.

-HE SOBS

I don't even know you.

Essie!

Mate, you were right,

the Classic Car Cannonball Run was a really stupid idea.

Nah, mate, you were right. I have been pretty moody since Alison left.

You should try to get her back.

My mam can't stand her.

So from now on we'll slow down, yeah?

-Sounds good.

-Yeah. Great.

I don't know if you remember, but you phone-jacked me earlier.

-One condition.

-What?

I never see you two in here again.

Sorry, Ms Effanga, we just can't make those kinds of promises.

THEY LAUGH

Adele.

How's Des?

He's been sent home with a prescription for GTN spray,

Aspirin and Ramipril and if he does as he's told, he'll be fine.

Good.

-I spoke to the radio station manager.

-Of course you did.

He's furious.

He threatened to call the police, but I managed to talk him out of it.

I can fight my own battles.

You could have been charged for impersonating a doctor,

-not to mention losing your job here!

-That's what I deserve, I suppose.

Look, I don't know what happened today and I'm going to need

a bath and a big drink to work this one out, but as of now,

the station manager isn't going to pursue the matter further...

-on one condition.

-What? I'll do anything.

He wants me to take over the show.

-Oh, yeah, of course, makes sense.

-No need to thank me.

Well, you gave us quite a scare. How are you feeling?

Like I've had heart surgery twice in one day.

-And you, Pat? How are you doing?

-Oh, fine.

She's afraid that if she closes her eyes, I'll disappear.

Believe it or not, I know how she feels.

I am sitting right here, guys.

Tell her it's all going to be OK now.

That's not how it works.

But things are definitely looking better than they were this morning.

-Well, that's something, isn't it, Mum?

-Absolutely.

I don't want to die, Mum.

Shhh. I'm right here, OK?

-Eyes wide open, no more pretence.

-I'm so scared.

Listen, you are the bravest person that I know, OK?

Please, tell your Aunt Maria that I am so very sorry.

Somebody... please help me.

Please. I don't want to die alone!

I'm the only doctor who is currently on the ward.

Are you happy for me to help you?

I have nothing against you.

I'm Jewish, just so you know.

Yes, the name was a clue, Mr Levy,

but I don't mind about that.

You told Essie and now the girl I raised hates me.

Yes.

You feel better now?

No.

HE GASPS AND COUGHS

You judge me, but it was...

..it was so different back then.

The Jews owned everything, they squeezed everyone else out.

We did what we did to survive.

It was...a necessary deed.

Six million Jews were killed in the Holocaust

and you call that a necessary deed.

I cannot even imagine the things that you have seen and done.

The lives that you have stolen.

The horror that you have visited upon innocent and terrified people,

my own family included!

How you can justify what you did...

I don't have to justify myself to you.

HE GASPS AND COUGHS

-A Jew at my deathbed, funny old world!

-HE LAUGHS

Not from where I'm standing.

And yet you stay. Why is this?

Because I am a Jew...

..I am a doctor...

..and more than that, I'm a better man.

HE GASPS AND COUGHS VIOLENTLY

Breathe, just breathe.

HE GASPS

HE EXHALES

MONITORS FLATLINE

HE SWITCHES THE ALARMS OFF

Her oxygenation sats are 95% and she's had two wet nappies.

So she can go home.

I just need to keep her hydrated and fed regularly, and crisis averted.

I guess there is some advantage to having a surgeon for a mother.

She was suffering and all I could do was hold her

and sing a song about a stupid fluffy duck.

Well, that is pretty harsh.

You've a voice like a broken bagpipe.

You know, all I do is tell her fairy tales,

and I share my deep fascination with frogs with her

and I make her all these promises

about these amazing things we're going to do,

so just stop crying, you know.

Happy thoughts.

Maybe Pat Lang is not so nutty after all.

Or she's just not alone.

Trusting Paula over you was a mistake, Jac.

It's not one I'll ever make again.

-We could try mediation.

-I would like that.

-MOBILE RINGS

-Sorry, excuse me.

Hello, yeah.

Sorry, you need to press the button with the bell on it,

then the number is 1762, then the bell again.

OK? OK.

-She's living with you?

-Look, it's not what you think.

You've moved her into your home.

She's dying, Jac. She has nowhere else to go.

-Just stay away from us.

-Look, I just want to see Emma, Jac.

Just go home to Paula and leave us alone.

Can I do anything for you?

I think you've done enough.

Is he dead?

He died ten minutes ago.

Well, that's that, then.

I'm sorry for your loss.

And I am so sorry for...

Please, please do not apologise to me, Mr Levy.

None of this is your fault.

He was my hero.

I explained everything to Mr Self.

There will be a police report.

I need to go home.

If I were to work here, would that make your life difficult?

Absolutely not.

-Thank you, Mr Levy.

-Please, please, call me Sacha...

Essie...

Well, I've had the day from hell.

Sorry to hear it, kiddo.

-Please, join me for a drink.

-Ah, Zee, babe. I can't.

I think I've ruined that woman's life.

It's actually possible that I could fail this year

and I've just had to endure a 12 minute lecture from my father

about how naive, arrogant and spoiled I am.

Please, come for a drink with me. Just one.

HE SIGHS