Little Star Holby City

Forget Jac, I love you.

-It's just words.

-OK, marry me.

Your perfect little partnership is a shame.

Your cancer is at stage four. There is no cure.

I would never do anything to hurt my daughter.

I never said that.

Then why are you trying to take her away from me?

My grandfather was not a Nazi.

I was a guard at Majdanek work camp where

I performed my duties with honour.

There we go.

I know why you're awake.

It's not time yet.

But it will be in...19 seconds.

Right, here we go.

Now although the sun appears to rise above the horizon...

in reality, it doesn't move at all.

No, it's the earth's rotation that

causes the phenomena of rising and setting.

Oh, look, here it comes.

Here it comes.

There... It's the one thing you can rely on...like prime numbers.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Mr Hanssen.

What do you mean they don't want to come?

I've taken time off, Helen - I've booked the cottage.

Well don't tell me, is Justin Bieber himself going to be there?

< Sachie! Your egg's ready! I've made soldiers!

I can't believe that Helen would allow the girls to let

you down like that.

Well, look on the bright side.

It'll give me time to re-grout the downstairs lavatory.

Oh, forget that I've had a better idea - a proper day out.

Just the two of us.

We'll start off with a spot of shopping,

get you some decent shirts, these flowery things -

one can only assume that's madam's influence.

And then we'll take in a matinee. That'll cheer you up.

Sounds...

perfect.

All right, let's have FBCs, WBCs, Us & Es, cross match four units.

And can we organise an MRI? I need to know the exact position

and size of that aneurysm. Thank you.

Hey, sorry about that.

Just give her a couple of teaspoons of banana

mashed in milk for breakfast,

and there's a timetable on the fridge for the rest of the day.

I'll call you later.

So what, you don't even do breakfast any more?

A Swedish VIP collapsed at the university.

He has an existing thoracic aortic aneurysm that's extremely

likely to rupture.

And only the brilliant Jac Naylor can possibly save his life.

-That's right.

-So you just swan off at the crack of dawn

and you leave my baby with a nanny she barely even knows?

Fishing for more evidence for your ridiculous case?

Oh, I've got quite enough now, thank you.

What is it darling?

Another glorious failure in the life of Sacha Levy.

Ah. If it was me I'd be celebrating.

Chrissie was never your wife - not really.

It was just only a charade.

The problem, Sacha - is you.

If women were apples,

you'd always pick the one that had the worm.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS What about this Essie person?

I've heard her name quite a lot recently.

Actually, Mum, I've got to go in.

They're short staffed.

Oh.

Mr Levy! You're supposed to be in Wales.

Yes, yes, change of plan. You all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Have you seen Nurse Harrison?

Er...no.

Oh, I thought she was covering Keller all week?

Yes, she is...but erm...

..I'd be surprised if she comes in at all.

Yeah, we had to field a ton of calls from journalists.

One of them came up to the ward actually - very pushy.

We can't operate until we know how far it's progressed,

then we can compare.

Can you chase Stockholm for Mr Norgaard's original scans? Tell them it's urgent.

In the meantime, let's do a transthoracic echocardiogram, take a closer look.

-On it.

-Jac.

Your mother.

I want his blood pressure closely

monitored and half hourly obs, please.

Won't be long now. I think the time has come for you to make your peace.

And who are you to give me advice? Oh, I know -

the man I trusted to take care of my baby,

-who then promptly "lost" her!

-We were talking about Paula.

No. You were.

I was talking about you handing Jonny a loaded gun.

This time will never come again.

Jac, we've all seen relatives who wish they'd done things

differently at the end. The regret can be hard to live with.

Excuse me. I have a court case to salvage.

Rory Cullen, journalist. Any idea where I could find Estelle Harrison?

If you continue to harass staff at this hospital

I will get you banned from the premises.

I have every right to be here.

Well, let's see what my boss has to say about that, shall we?

We're just reporting the facts. I think you should read them.

I wouldn't demean myself.

I'm surprised, Mr Levy,

I thought you'd be thanking us for exposing the truth.

How exactly? By hounding innocent relatives

born 30 years after the war?

Ms Harrison may be innocent, but people are finding it hard to believe she knew nothing about Dalke's past.

How about you Mr Levy?

None of this has got anything to do with me! All right?

Sacha? Maybe that's a bad idea.

-Thank you Dr...?

-Get out before I call security.

Later then, Mr Levy.

What was all that about?

Not here.

It's a miracle she made it through the night.

She gets to the edge, you think,

"That's it, she can't come back," but she does.

-She's waiting for Jac.

-Could be a long one.

Well, while Paula's still fighting I won't give up hope.

I'll go.

We have to treat whoever comes through the door.

Old Ma Levy can't have been too chuffed.

She doesn't know.

Just keep a low profile. He'll give up eventually.

But if I don't talk to them they're just going to make it up.

"Jewish Doctor In Shameful Bid To Save SS Sadist."

Well, if you get struck off you can at least get a job on a tabloid.

PAGER BEEPS

I've got to go.

-Is it Paula?

-VIP patient.

-How is she? Your Mother?

Still dying. I wish she'd just get on with it.

You know, you can pretend to everyone else you're this

heartless automaton.

But I know better.

Yes, we finally got his scans through from Stockholm.

Jac.

The aneurysm has grown more than 2cm.

Yes, Mr Hanssen, I will schedule theatre for this afternoon.

Jacqui.

I agree.

It was clear from the transthoracic echo that the atherosclerosis

will make fitting the new aortic graft extremely difficult.

But I have every confidence we can do this. Thank you.

When Mr Norgaard's blood results come back, please, tell me,

and let's pencil theatre for around one. Yes?

It's your mother - she's really starting to struggle now.

We've had to aspirate a pleural effusion in her chest.

-Anything else?

-I just thought you'd want to know.

DOORBELL RINGS

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Essie! Are you there?

It's me - Sacha.

I'm so sorry to disturb you at home. I tried ringing.

Turned my mobile off. The press won't leave me alone.

Yeah, yeah. They've been hassling us at work too.

That's why I'm here.

Listen, why don't I make you a cup of tea?

When the anaesthetist's done can you let me know?

-We need to get him prepped for theatre.

-Right.

Not kicked the bucket yet, Jacqui.

It's all right, my daughter will take care of me from here.

Couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

I'd like you to take me outside.

You won't cope without morphine.

I need to breathe fresh air, feel the sun on my skin.

SHE COUGHS

Please, Jacqui.

It's Jac.

You wouldn't refuse a patient's dying wish.

Some journalist phoned me last night, about the DNA.

Before that, I couldn't even search his name -

it felt like such a betrayal...

I kept praying that this was all some horrible mistake,

that the pain meds had made him deluded or confused.

But when I knew for sure, I couldn't stop myself.

I didn't sleep, I just read and I read.

How many people did he kill, Sacha?

Listen to me, you've got to stop doing this, OK?

You shouldn't feel like you need to apologise to anybody.

DOORBELL RINGS

OK, wait there. Wait there, wait there.

-Who is it?

-It's Rory Cullen,

he's probably the journalist you spoke to last night.

-He's been at the hospital.

-Go! Now! Before he sees you.

DOORBELL RINGS

I don't want to leave you.

This is my mess, not yours.

< Hello? Ms Harrison, I'd just like a little chat.

Come on.

KNOCKING ON WINDOW

-I tried my best, you know.

-Is that supposed to be funny?

-You didn't need me.

-All children need their mothers.

But I knew I was failing - that I'd keep on failing...

..so I had to let you go.

"Let me go?" I was your daughter.

Who you, and let's get this absolutely straight,

walked away from the age of 12 without a backward glance.

We've been here so many times.

But we've never actually got to the end.

The bit where you tell me about my sister.

You didn't let her go.

Jasmine was...easy.

From the start it was just...

..different.

So where is she now?

She doesn't know.

Of course.

It's not your fault, Jac,

it's not mine,

it's just...who you are.

You have no idea who I am.

OK.

So when Emma was born, it was easy, was it?

To bond?

SHE COUGHS

I saw you earlier... on the ward, in your element.

You looked so alive.

Made me wonder...

..what you'd give up...

..if you had to choose...

..surgery or Emma.

I would keep my daughter. I'm not you.

I saw them driving away together from Ms Harrison's house.

But Sacha said he was going to work.

I didn't want to upset you - I thought you'd know.

I'm so sorry, Mrs Levy, this must be very difficult.

Thank you, erm...

James.

I know Mr Levy from the hospital.

Oh, you must be one of his students.

That's right. We're all very fond of him.

It's good of you to call.

I just think that somebody should try and find him,

make sure he knows what he's taking on.

The press are all over it.

I might be able to help you.

That would be great.

Where are we?

We're in Wales. The Gower Peninsula to be precise.

-What?

-Yeah, you've been asleep for quite a while.

Ah, it's beautiful.

And this is us.

I booked it for a mini-break for me and the girls.

Yeah, I've been bringing them here for years.

-Helen always hated it here.

-How could anyone hate it here?

That little excursion was a bad idea.

I thought that's what you wanted -

a tender moment of mother-daughter bonding.

OK, her airway's clear, but she's losing consciousness.

She's in respiratory failure.

I'm due in theatre.

-Stay.

-Sorry. I have a patient I can save.

Jac, under the circumstances you should let me treat Mr Norgaard.

-Please.

-MACHINE BEEPS

Her sats are dropping.

For God's sake, Jac, just give her five minutes?

You know nothing about it.

No, but I know a little something about loss.

-Jonny.

-How impossibly painful it is when you don't get to say goodbye.

Jonny.

-They're all waiting for you.

-Don't go.

Keep your eyes closed.

There's a step.

OK, that's it. OK. Stop.

OK, give me your hands. Walk forward.

That's it stand there.

Open your eyes.

Wow.

What an amazing view.

-It's incredible, isn't it? It's just incredible.

-Oh, yeah.

You hungry? There's a village shop down the road.

We could walk on the beach.

Oh, God, it's beautiful down there.

I'll tell you what, I'll cook.

What? I'll have you know my culinary skills are very good.

I got an O Level in Domestic Science you know.

Yeah, what grade?

Um, C. My apple fritters let me down.

But you know, I've improved a lot since, so...

-OK, yeah, why not?

-Good.

-I like living dangerously.

You're going to be safe here.

If you want me to call Elliot...

It's just, with one thing and another,

I know you've got a lot on your plate.

Suction.

You might be able to carry on, but Jonny's a right mess.

2/0 Prolene, please.

I know he won't say it, but this court case,

I know he started the ball rolling,

but I don't think it's what he wants, not really.

He just wasn't in his right mind after Bonnie.

If he loses tomorrow, Emma will lose her dad.

and losing either of you will affect Emma's whole life.

You should know that more than anyone.

If you're going to insist on interrupting,

I'm going to have to ask you to leave my theatre.

Jonny?

-Sorry.

-No, no, no, no need.

Sorry. It just, erm...

It just feels so...

bloody unfair.

Jac having the luxury of time to say goodbye,

-and she doesn't even want it.

-It won't always be this hard.

I've already lost so much, I can't lose Emma.

Even if the case goes against you, you'll never give up on her.

No.

The pain of grief can sometimes take us down roads we regret.

But the Jonny Maconie I know is strong, generous of heart,

a man of immense integrity, and he'll find a way through this.

Ah it's marvellous, isn't it? All this space!

Makes you realise, we live most of our lives like mice in a cage.

You just don't see skies like this in the city.

You forget the scale of it.

One of my earliest memories is my mother lining us

up on the beach, like this...

Ordering us to, "Come on, breathe in the ozone!"

It had some supposed restorative benefits,

which is actually rubbish invented by the Victorians.

But just being here,

it is, it's like taking some extraordinary drug.

I'm like that with the sea.

Yeah, well if it's the Med or the Caribbean,

-you know, I might just dip my toe in.

-You big wuss!

Oh, guilty as charged.

When I was a kid,

no matter what time of year it was or where we were, we were in.

My mum was a bit of an old hippy - she believed that the sea had

the power to cleanse your soul.

Grandpa always said that...

It's all right to talk about him, you know. It really is.

Right, I'll race you.

-What?

-Last one in pays for all the shopping -

and I drink a lot of wine.

Erm, er...

All right!

Right! But if I die of hypothermia

then I'll hold you personally responsible.

You really are a wuss!

-Woo, come on.

-We'll see about that.

The valve is in.

We've got a tear.

-Means pressure's dropping.

-Keep up suction.

OK. Stop the pump. I need a Foley catheter.

Back on bypass.

Bleeding's stopped.

Good. 2/0 Prolene pledgetted suture.

Jac.

She's coughing up blood. This is it.

-Can someone turn off that microphone, please?

-Jac.

I can't believe you went in.

Well, it was her bad influence.

Well hats off to you, love. I've known Sacha now for oh...

over ten years now, and I have never, ever known him go anywhere near it.

Well, we can safely say it's a one-off.

-Right, what's the damage?

-Oh hang on, I need a toothbrush.

Over there, by the fridge.

Oh, yes, make that two.

Right, well including the toothbrushes, that'll be £24.78.

Hang on. Nora baked some Bara Brith this morning,

And if you really want to impress your new...um...

Friend. And, yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Dai.

-On the house.

-Great.

Erm, keep the change. Have a pint on me.

Ta very much.

-Come on. I'm starving.

-Here you go.

Great, thanks a lot. Cheers.

-Ta-ta.

-Bye.

PHONE RINGS

There's a chiminea outside, we could barbecue the chicken?

That's a good idea.

Oh, I know a wicked marinade.

-Do you like hot food?

-Love it.

That's excellent. My ex was always allergic to spice.

Which one? At this rate and you're going to beat Griffin's record.

Oh, I could not begin to compete. Believe me.

-Right, what can I do?

-Er, right.

You can sit on the terrace and relax if you want.

There's some binoculars there, I think.

On a good day you can see seals, even dolphins.

I want to help.

Well, that's very kind of you but it is a secret Levy recipe.

So if did you know it, I'd have to kill you.

Damn...there's no Worcestershire sauce.

Right, I'm going to pop back to Dai's.

-Is it really that important?

-Wait till you taste it, I mean...

-Go. Go.

-Yes, yes. Back in a bit. OK.

I'm not going to lie, that was some masterclass.

You and I make a pretty good team.

Usual obs. Inform me immediately if anything changes.

Ms Harrison?

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

Rory Cullen.

If I wanted to talk to you, I'd have returned your calls.

I know how hard this must be, but it isn't going to go away.

I can help you.

You came.

I wanted you to see this.

Pages and pages of evidence declaring my fitness to be a mother.

Jac.

"In our view, there is no doubt that Ms Naylor is a caring parent

"who is focused purely on Emma's needs."

"Ms Naylor has Emma's best interests at heart

"and is fully capable of meeting her needs".

No-one could ever say those things about you.

It's just paper.

Even you can't argue with the facts.

I'm trying to help you.

It's a bit late now.

When you left for India...

..they weren't sure what to do with me.

They placed me with a foster family - one of many.

They had a daughter, same age.

Emma.

Her family was nice to me.

I wasn't used to it.

I realised that that was what it was supposed to be like.

And I was so jealous...

..of perfect little Emma...

..with her blond plaits tied up with satin yellow ribbons.

Oh, I wanted to be her.

To have what she had.

And I wanted her to know what it felt like to be me...

..to have nothing.

But my daughter will have everything she had.

You don't know how, Jacqui - how to love...

..what it means, to give or receive.

I'm a good mother.

Yeah?

Then how come, when I asked you...

..if you'd choose surgery or Emma...

..you hesitated?

If I hadn't made a choice,

you wouldn't be where you are now.

Cos I'd have messed it all up.

Just like you will.

This was my mother's.

Take it.

For Emma.

From her grandma.

MACHINE BEEPS

SHE GASPS

SHE EXHALES

HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING

LONG BEEP

Jac, wait.

I was told there were no photos.

If you don't talk to me, there'll be more journalists.

I don't know anything.

I found a survivor from Majdanek.

-Kasia Belinski. We can arrange a meeting.

-What for?

-We'd fly you to Poland. You'd have the opportunity to apologise.

-No!

This might be your only chance to put it all to rest.

But it's got nothing to do with me.

This is Kasia's mother, Berta.

In 1943, 18,000 Jews were shot in one day,

their bodies piled in ditches.

Berta was one of them. But she didn't die.

Managed to crawl her way out.

Why are you telling me this?

Your grandfather kicked her in the head until she stopped moving.

You're the only one left to atone.

-There must have been clues.

-No!

Look, maybe you didn't understand them at the time. But now...

Ms Harrison!

Ms Harrison, wait! Wait. Just...

Ms Harrison, open the door.

-BANGING AT DOOR

-Ms Harrison!

BANGING CONTINUES

Open the door.

Ms Harrison, open this door.

Jac?

One more push and I'll have her.

Yeah. Yep.

I'll let you know.

-How the hell did you find us?

-Just calm down.

Answer my question!

Your mother.

-I needed to speak to Ms Harrison. It was for her benefit.

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

Course it was.

-Where is she?

-Locked herself in the bedroom. I tried to talk her down...

-What did you say to her?!

-I was just trying to help.

What, by exploiting her misery to sell your newspapers, you...

-Look, I'll come in with you. Apologise.

-No. No, no.

You get out of here. Now.

OK, OK. I'm going.

Essie! Essie, it's me!

It's all over now. He's gone.

Essie? Just talk to me.

Open the door.

Oh, my God.

Essie, Essie. Essie, just talk to me.

Talk to me, can you hear me? Can you hear me?

Can you tell me what happened? SHE MURMURS

-Essie, have you taken anything?

-I need sugar.

There you go, that's it. That's it. That's it.

OK. I'm here now. I'm here now. You're going to be OK.

All right, just sip this for me. That's it, just sip. That's it.

Very slowly. There you go.

I really don't know what to say.

Sorry doesn't sound right somehow.

No.

I'll... I'll just leave this stuff here then.

Can I ask you something?

When we first met, why did you want to be with me?

Jonny, please.

I just need to know why you liked me.

I didn't like you, Jac.

I loved you.

You loved me.

But then I... You know, I realised that it was all...

It's just a game to you. A game you didn't really understand.

Because... If you actually knew what love is...

Well, then we wouldn't be where we are now, would we?

If you had to choose...

..between your life as a nurse, and being a father,

-what would you do?

-I think you know the answer to that.

DOOR SLAMS

Yeah.

How you feeling?

Tired.

Stupid.

I took my insulin this morning, but then didn't eat all day.

-A nurse really should be able to manage her own diabetes.

-HE CHUCKLES

Ah, you know. Had a lot on your mind.

You've seen this then.

The journalist said that there was this woman

that Grandpa was responsible for...

He started pushing me towards meeting her family. To apologise.

-Essie...

-But the thing is...

..I don't recognise the man he was talking about.

The man I knew was a hero.

He was a fireman who risked his life every day for other people. He...

He was a wonderful father, husband, grandfather.

And...

I still love that man.

You saw the good side of him.

Others weren't so lucky.

You were there at the end. Who did you see?

People change, over time.

Maybe he was tortured by it?

He was so young.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I'd better take this. It could be the girls.

I never thought I'd be ashamed of my own son.

Mother, please. Just listen.

Don't you care what people think? The phone's been going all day long.

Yes, yes, of course I care what people think

but everyone's just got to calm down.

'How can calm down when you've practically eloped

'with that man's granddaughter?

'Apple, worm. That's all I can say. You're coming home. Now!'

No. No, Mum. I'm going to stay here, right?

Essie needs my help.

She's right.

You shouldn't be here.

I don't want to cause any more trouble.

We both probably could use a glass of wine.

Sacha, stop being so nice.

You should hate me.

Josef Dalke was my patient.

And I had to treat him.

Yeah.

But you don't have to be my friend.

No.

But I want to be.

Thank you.

You asked me which man I saw.

When he was dying.

I've played it over in my mind 100 times.

That maybe I could've saved him.

If I'd tried that little bit harder.

Because the man that I heard was not the grandfather that you loved.

He was the murderer.

Who had absolutely no regrets whatsoever.

He should've been brought to justice.

And I let him slip away.

"TWINKLE, TWINKLE LITTLE STAR" PLAYS THROUGH TOY

I feel very guilty drinking alone. Are you sure you won't...?

I'll make up for it again.

I'm a terrible drunk though.

Dancing on bars is my speciality.

Oooh, I look forward to that.

If you're so nice. And you are...

Thank you very much.

..why the Joan Collins' divorce rate?

Ah. Yes. Good.

Um...

Women seem to tire of my niceness.

I have tried to do bad boy on occasions.

I never quite seem to pull it off, but...

I was just better at being... generally a bit rubbish, really.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm not cool enough for my kids.

Neither my students nor my ex-wives have any respect for me.

And I'm back home living with my elderly mother.

So, all in all, not exactly leading man material.

Well, you were today. You rode in on your white charger

and fought off the enemy.

-Yes, I did, didn't I?

-Yeah.

Don't be fooled.

It's very out of character.

Yeah, well.

I'm not usually a damsel in distress.

It's time I stopped running.

Maybe I should talk to the papers.

Yeah, but only on your terms.

-Mmm.

-And not tonight.

-No.

No. Tonight we are going to lie here,

till the fire dies.

And we're going to count the constellations.

OK.

We'll face the world tomorrow.

I can see the Bear. The Plough?

That long winding thing over there, is that the Big Dipper?

Look, Emma. Here it comes.

What's the one thing you can rely on?

EMMA CRIES OUT

I know. Yeah, I know. Shh.

Morning.

Cup of tea?

Thank you.

HE SIGHS

Bit too much of the old red wine last night.

Sorry for nodding off.

Your loss.

I saw a shooting star.

Hope you made a wish.

I did.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

It's work. They want me to cover.

-Do you know what? It's always me, and I'm going to say no.

-Hmm.

So. We can stay here forever.

Swim, look at the stars.

No. No.

It's time to stop running.

I think that's what you said.

I don't think I was that drunk.

It doesn't seem like such a good idea in the cold light of day.

Do you trust me?

OK.

Well, I want you to finish your toast and let's get going.

I've been thinking, and there's someone I'd like you to meet.

Hello, baby. It's Daddy.

I've missed you!

I know. I'm not supposed to be anywhere near my own daughter.

-What's she doing here anyway?

-I had to bring her.

I will not have my daughter dragged into court.

So if you're planning to use her as the poster baby

for your exemplary maternal skills...

I had to bring her.

To give her to you.

I've changed my mind.

About what?

You were right.

I'm not fit to be her mother.

Where are we exactly?

We are at Levy Mansions.

Your mother's place?

I want you to meet her.

Sacha, no. She hates me.

Come on, you said you want to start dealing with this.

It's the first step.

Er, no, I'm sorry. I...I can't.

I thought you trusted me.

Well, do you?

I've made up my mind.

You are in mourning right now.

You may not know it, but you are.

I thought this is what you wanted?

Not like this. We can co-parent, like we planned to.

-We can still do that, Jac.

-Jonny...

We just need to keep talking, OK? I'll agree to mediation.

It's too late.

I have to go.

Go. Where?

Stockholm.

Sweden. Why?

It's only for a bit. I'm leaving now.

No. No way, Jac. You cannot do this.

You can't do this to Emma, she needs you.

No. Emma needs you.

There you are.

I was starting to get worried.

I've changed my mind.

But we're due in court, Ms Naylor.

Emma's father is going to take care of her from now on.

It's not that simple.

The judge will need a valid reason for your absence.

If it's due to the recent loss of your mother

I can request an adjournment.

I want the application withdrawn permanently.

Emma will be living with her father.

What did you say to her?

Mr Maconie!

Jac?

Jac, wait! Jac!

Sacha's been through a lot recently.

And getting involved in this situation

is the last thing he needs.

I understand how difficult this must be.

I just want to tell you...

my grandpa lied to me.

To my mother.

I knew nothing about his past.

I know that's difficult to understand but...

It's the truth.

I think we need some biscuits with this tea.

I told you this was a mistake. I want to go.

Essie, please. Stay.

I have never been so ashamed of you in all my life.

I brought Essie here because I foolishly believed

that if you actually just talked to her, then you would understand.

Why can't you just open your heart, Mum?

I mean, it took a huge amount of courage

for her even to walk through the door.

It's extremely hard for me too, Sacha.

What did Dad always say? Hmm?

"Better that my enemy should see good in me

"than I should see evil in him."

She is overwhelmed by guilt and shame.

And you've just made it ten times worse.

I don't know what you want from me.

What I want from you, all right, is to make her welcome in this house,

as my friend.

Now, if you are not prepared to do that, then we're leaving.

Now.

That's my Great Uncle Ira and his wife Maria.

They couldn't have been more than 19.

He died in Auschwitz.

I'm so sorry.

I should never have come.

Stay.

Please.

Jac!

Wait.

Please!

Look, we need to at least talk about this.

Look, I want Emma. Of course I do. But you can't go.

Please.

Emma needs me to go.

No. no! I'm not going to let you do this.

You've always known exactly what you want. Roses round the door.

And the family. And the dog. The whole shebang.

Remember?

And I thought I could do that.

But you knew I couldn't.

That was then.

You said it again yesterday.

look, I... I understand medicine.

I just don't know how to do any of the other stuff.

You do.

I thought I was going to lose her today.

And I will be forever in your debt for not allowing that to happen.

But I really don't want this!

Remember, if she gets grizzly. it's the yellow blanket.

Silky side up. I know.

She loves to watch the sunrise.

And prime numbers.

You'll be a great dad, Jonny.

Don't worry, Emma. We'll get Mummy back. I promise.

-TANNOY:

-Last call for BA Flight 147 to Stockholm.

Would all remaining passengers please make their way to gate 16.