Captive Holby City

Has Jesse mentioned anything about this mystery woman?

No, not a word.

Harry and I slept together.

I want a paternity test.

I had to bring her, to give her to you.

You were right. I'm not fit to be her mother.

Jesse once dated a patient, he got in deep, he lost his job, it ruined

his life and I don't want anything like that happening again, OK?

I'm not done with this. I know I'm not.

I'm like a rock that people smash themselves against.

And I can't do that to you.

We'll never get a decent CT scan with her like this.

I've given her as much morphine as I can.

GCS is 12. We'll need to check her head.

-Need any help?

-Down, boy, this is my turn.

-Sorry. Foundation free zone.

What's wrong with her?

Possible traumatic cervical fracture.

-Intubate?

-And risk paralysing her before she's even been diagnosed?

-Fibre optic?

-Risky.

-You trust me, eh?

-For my sins.

-OK, let's get to work.

Where is he? Where's my boy?

You baked?

Maconie in the house!

-Ooh!

-Missed you!

Right back at you.

Iron Knickers needs to push your meeting back to three.

Colette? What's she want?

She probably just wants a quick catch up.

So you actually baked?

Mm-hmm!

Oh, maybe later.

Three, two, one.

ALARM ON PHONE RINGS

HE GROANS

Not looking good. Just there, that's a C5/6 spine fracture dislocation.

The facets are perched.

Looks very unstable.

Lucky she's made it this far.

Millimetre to the right and she wouldn't have.

I want to get her into traction, improve the position,

reduce the dislocation before I operate.

Wouldn't that make it worse?

Not in the right hands.

Anyway, we haven't got much of a choice, have we?

Who is she, d'you know?

Found at the side of the road in her dressing gown. No ID.

I'll call the police,

-see if anyone's been reported missing.

-Yeah, good.

OK, once we get into theatre, I'm going to apply the traction

and I want you to manually stabilise the neck.

I know you said no F1s,

but it sounds like a fascinating case. I'd love to observe.

Erm...

Mr Self?

Yeah, OK, Dr March, you're in.

Raf, did you get my calls?

-MAN CHANTS:

-And it's Arsenal, Arsenal FC

We're by far the greatest team The world has ever seen...

Ms Morten?

Pains in your chest.

# We love you, Arsenal, we do We love you, Arsenal, we do

# We love you Arsenal, we do Oh, Arsenal, we love you! #

When did these pains start?

# Arsenal till I die Arsenal till I die

# Know I am, sure I am Arsenal till I die... #

If you don't shut your big fat gob,

then that day might come faster than you think.

Mr Di Lucca.

A straightforward "Keep it down" would have sufficed.

-Point taken.

-Right. Well, buck your ideas up, sunshine,

cos there's a MAJAX headed to St James

and we are taking the overspill,

so I need good fairy Mr Di Lucca, not his evil twin.

Yes?

Jesse, I called all the police stations.

No-one has reported anyone of her description missing,

so we have to wait for her to wake up... What are you looking at?

Nothing. Er... I just wanted to check you were OK, that's all.

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

You think I should be sobbing into a pillow, looking up bunny recipes?

HE LAUGHS No.

So you're OK with us working on this case together?

-Yeah.

-Great!

-Fine.

-Cool.

Arthur, if you look at me like that one more time,

you'll be in A&E before you know it.

OK.

You all right, J?

I've got an itch.

Somebody scratch his itch.

Where is it?

I'm...I'm fine.

Yeah, OK. Um...left eyebrow, please.

Er, thank you.

Right, that's it. We'll try 15 pounds to begin with

and bring her back to the ward via X-ray.

So, how are things... Emma?

Oh, great, yeah.

She has terrible flatulence, but she's still great all the same.

Just like her mum.

You know people puke in those, right?

-You...you wouldn't have a mirror? No.

-No.

Right, now we've established the important facts,

can I ask how you're feeling?

Dreadful. Um, I've got a hacking cough,

-and chills...

-Mum?

Faith? What are you...?

Auntie Anne told me you were in here.

I'm not saying I forgive you,

but on reflection I accept that it wasn't a choice

and it can't have been easy.

It wasn't, actually. I agonised for weeks.

Although getting off your face at Dad's office party and snogging

the receptionist probably wasn't the best way to come out.

Well, we all make mistakes.

What's wrong with you?

We're running some tests so we should know more soon.

Can I get a full blood count, U and Es, a blood culture,

and an echocardiogram.

We'll be back in a moment.

-Bet you've missed this.

-HE LAUGHS

So, I was thinking. We could resurrect Tuesday night pints?

Yeah, maybe.

You're not still breast-feeding, are you?

THEY CHUCKLE

Shhh, shh. You're in hospital. You've had an accident,

but you're going to be OK. Just try to relax.

No, no. Don't try to move. Don't try to move.

-Where's my baby?!

-SHE WHEEZES IN PANIC

We're treating you for a spinal injury. Just breathe.

Sabina! My baby!

SHE SOBS

What's your name?

Alisa. Please, please, you need to get her!

OK. Who should I call? The baby's father?

No.

Claire. My neighbour. Please, please, call Claire.

-Promise me.

-Don't worry. We'll call her, OK?

-That was well-handled.

-Thanks.

-You going to be OK with that?

-Yeah, sure.

-OK.

There's a patient in bed six with a suspected myocardial infarction.

Been on 15 minute obs, admitted about two hours ago.

You looking at me? Oi, I'm talking to you.

Yes, mate. You.

I'm listening.

And I suggest that you sit back, relax

and we'll be with you as soon as we can.

Nice view, anyway.

He might be a faster mover than you, Harry.

Ha! That was a joke.

-You got a minute?

-Yeah, sure. Come in.

Everything OK?

How serious are you about your work here?

How do you mean?

I know you, Dr Law. Unreliable, irresponsible, fickle...

Guy, are you unhappy with my performance?

I was watching you this morning

and thinking how lucky we are to have an anaesthetist

of your ability at this hospital.

So I'd like to make it official.

You're offering me a permanent position?

Well, I'm not about to whip out a ring.

HE CHUCKLES DRILY

Well, um...I'm flattered.

Money is negotiable, but don't think you'll get a raise.

No, no. It's not that.

It's a fantastic opportunity. Thank you.

You belong here.

I've just got a bit of paperwork to sort out...

Can I...let you know?

Sure.

Lucky we go way back.

-End of the day, yeah? No later.

-Sure.

Dog and Duck, The Wheel, The Bell, The Queen's Head, Lord Nelson's Inn.

That's where Bigsy dropped out...

So, you hurt your arm? How did that happen?

Well, I just got to the "Mamma mia, mamma mia" bit and I thought

I'd go for it, surf the crowd, only the crowd had other ideas.

Does anything else hurt?

Yeah, my head. Got a good crack on the speaker.

We'll get you a CT and an X-ray.

That'll have to wait until tomorrow. The second CT scanner's down.

Well, can we have an MRI instead?

I want to take a look at your brain,

make sure you didn't damage it during your fall.

No need, clearly braindead already.

-Wait, Raf...

-Yes?

I've been thinking, and I've been meaning to say to you...

Time's up.

Excuse me, can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for my girlfriend, Alisa Cole?

Just a minute.

I thought you called Alisa's neighbour?

I did.

Well, he doesn't look like a Claire to me.

I should probably explain. Claire's our neighbour,

she rang me cos she's on a double shift.

I'm Sabina's dad. Is Alisa OK?

Follow me.

-Kieran? What are...

-It's OK, she's fine, she's fine.

-Give her to me...

-No, no, no.

Sorry, you can't hold her yet, your fracture's too fragile.

Come on, let's say hello to Mummy.

-Here she is.

-Hi!

-Hello, Mummy!

Hi! Hi, baby.

So what happened?

Slipped down the stairs taking the bins out.

-How did you know I was...

-Claire told me.

You don't need to worry about anything, I'm here now.

Clean slate, yeah?

I'll come back in a minute to test your reflexes, OK?

-What d'you make of that?

-What do you mean?

The way she was with him,

and the fact she didn't want to call him first?

Unless you see something genuinely concerning,

we should probably give him the benefit of the doubt. OK?

Well, looks like somebody's got an admirer.

Oh, my God. Is that for me?

Ohhh! Isn't he adorable?!

Oh, if you're five(!)

Have you noticed something about him?

Jonny?

Can't quite put my finger on it, but he's definitely hiding something.

-The fact that he's moving?

-What?!

Yeah, that letter came for him. From an estate agent.

-The brand of the devil.

-Why didn't you tell me?

Um, I just did.

What are you doing?!

-What is it?

-The snake!

It's completely over.

Guy will not find out.

And how's Zosia taking it?

I've spoken to her. She's cool with it.

Right, because people tend to answer questions about their feelings

with total transparency.

Look, she's not some teenager in love with Harry Styles.

She's a grown woman.

All I'm saying is, if you did want me to reassign her

to some urgent paperwork, the offer's there.

Thank you, Colette, but I can handle this.

What? Just asked her out. Eyeing me up earlier.

Maybe you want to revise your technique.

Not all of us can flash the cash to get into a bird's knickers.

-You might want to watch your tone.

-Sorry, did I hurt your feelings?

Can you give us a sec, please?

Do you want to be seen by a doctor or not?

No, I came for the champagne and class As(!)

One word to security and you'll be out of here.

Come on, man, I'm just having a laugh.

Bet you think he's a plonker an' all.

There's a line and I don't want you to cross it, all right?

Right, maybe you'd like to explain to Charlie about his X-ray?

Yep, you have broken your wrist.

So we'll give you the usual painkillers

and send you for the MRI scan. OK?

This scan, it's not one of them tunnels, is it?

Why? Are you claustrophobic?

No, course not, just think it's a waste of time.

How about I take you down there myself?

Cool.

Hardly think he needs his hand holding.

You see, Harry, that's exactly the sort of comment

I'd expect from a virile young buck like yourself.

I want her to stay here with me.

You know that's not realistic.

You can't even hold her.

Can I kiss her?

Probably best not to upset her, eh?

-I'm just taking Sabina home, get her settled.

-OK.

-You'll look after my girl, won't you?

-Course.

Oh, sorry.

You are never going to believe this...

You're moving to Scotland?

It's true, then?

When were you going to tell me?

I don't know. Today?

Well, that explains why you don't want to do Tuesday night pints.

Not much point now.

Don't be like that, Mo.

You know, this hasn't been an easy decision for me.

I wasn't expecting to get custody.

But you always said you'd rather gouge out your own eyes

-than go back there.

-It's my home!

I have family there.

So what about work?

I'll join an agency. I'll...

I'll get shift work. I'll live cheaply.

So you're really going?

I was going to tell you, Mo. I was just...

I was waiting for the right time.

Are these Jenny's results?

-Digby.

-Hmm?

You have the look of a man with severe constipation. What's up?

Right, OK. I know it's not my place

-and I really don't want to have to say something...

-Then don't.

It's Zosia.

I know that she might make out she's fine,

but she's not, and I just thought you should know that.

Thank you, Digby.

I'll bear that in mind.

OK.

That wasn't a joke. Why are you laughing?

Do you still need someone on urgent paperwork?

Yeah. Zosia?

-Yeah, no problem.

-Thank you.

I need to have a word with your mum alone, if that's OK?

Oh, well, I'll just go to the shop, then, shall I?

Sorry.

I have your test results.

Your echocardiogram shows that you have an infection

in one of your heart valves, and may need an operation.

Really? That's bad.

That's not all.

OK. How long have I got?

Oh, no, no. It's nothing like that.

You're pregnant.

Yeah. The technician who performed your echo noticed

some unexpected movement on the screen. You're about 20 weeks.

Jenny, you OK?

I'm pregnant?!

I take it this wasn't planned?

I'm 49! Isn't that too old?

There are some enhanced risks

and you will need monitoring going forward,

but it's perfectly feasible that you'll give birth to a healthy baby.

I'm pregnant?

You know, earlier, your daughter suggested that you were...

Oh, no. What am I going to tell her?

So you're not...

I thought I was, until I tried it

and... I could live with the sex, but there was just all that talking.

You won't say anything to her, will you?

No, no, but don't you think you should tell her, you know,

before she guesses?

Erm, I'll be right back. Um...

Yeah.

I need to know if you're coming home.

What? You don't know? You don't want to tell me?

Or you're not done punishing me yet?

Is that what you think this is? Me trying to get back at you?

You have no idea, do you?

Then tell me!

I miss you, Raf.

Please.

What is it you expect me to do?

Come home, start painting the nursery?

Coo over baby clothes for a child that we all know isn't mine?

It could be.

Do you realise how ridiculous that sounds?

You hear stories all the time.

Well, you keep living in Cloud Cuckoo Land if you like,

but I'm going back to the real world.

I'll have the paternity test, then.

Look, Raf, you're not talking to me anyway.

Might as well find out the truth and maybe we can all move on.

-I'd heard you'd been stolen.

-Yes.

-Too bad.

-If you need me, I'm sure I could...

-No, no, no.

I'm not going up against Colette. I kind of like my head where it is.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Charlie, it's me.

It's Mr Di Lucca - Raf.

You all right?

Come on, mate, talk to me. What are you thinking? Look, uh...

Tell me about your mates.

What?

All right, then, Arsenal, is that your team, yeah?

I'm Arsenal till I die.

That's it, buddy. Look, just try and keep calm, OK?

Imagine you are Theo Walcott in the final third.

There's two defenders ahead of you. You dribble the ball.

You look up. The goalie's off his line.

What do you do?

Stick it on the left foot, chip it over his head.

Sails to the back of the net. The crowd goes wild!

All eyes on you, Charlie. You did it.

Hiya, mate.

So she's having the op, then?

Mm-hmm.

What are the risks?

I mean, it's her spine, right, so there must be a chance that she's...

Sorry, man. I can't discuss the case with anyone but Alisa.

Fair enough. I totally get it.

I was just asking cos I want to be prepared.

Between you and me, she can go to some quite dark places

and I just want to be there for her, you know?

Well, I'm hopeful we'll get a good outcome.

You docs, I'm in awe. Really.

What?

Nothing.

You think he was laying it on a bit thick?

Mm-hmm.

OK, then, let's have it.

Classic control freak - plausible, charming,

but everything they do has a hidden agenda.

And Kieran's hidden agenda?

You didn't want to tell him about Alisa,

so he plays submissive, throws you a compliment

and hey presto - you're left thinking he's a decent guy.

And maybe next time I'll throw him a titbit.

Quite the little Freud, aren't you?

Please, I'm more of a Rogers girl.

No, no, no. I'm serious. You've got really good instincts.

I'd book in for a session, only I don't think I can afford you.

SHE LAUGHS

Look, I'll be back shortly with the results, OK?

Cheers, by the way.

In the scanner, that really helped me out.

I thought I was having a heart attack or something.

Panic attacks can be pretty scary.

Is that what you reckon it was, then?

You must think I'm a right head case to go off on one like that.

They're more common than you might think.

It's nothing to feel embarrassed about.

Raf? Can I call you that?

Yeah, if you like.

I still feel a little bit funny, man...

Look, there's a vending machine down the corridor.

Get some sugar into you. That should do the trick.

-KIERAN:

-I spoke to the anaesthetist about your operation.

And?

It's going to be fine, Lis, I just know it.

-Well, what did he say exactly?

-Nothing.

-You don't need to worry about that.

-What?

It's your spine.

You know what that means.

I could be paralysed?

Right then, Alisa, we're ready for you.

Hey. I love you.

Don't forget that.

See? I knew no woman would buy that great, big ugly bear.

Oh, my God. She's going to do it, she's going to tell her.

Hard at work, I see?

-FAITH:

-OK, well you're going to need to explain this to me, mother,

because I'm... I'm floundering here.

Your father's Christmas party came at a very difficult time for me

and when Cheryl said I had beautiful breasts, I was flattered,

-and what with that and the two bottles of champagne...

-Are you...

Are you seriously telling me that you're not a lesbian?

Not really, no.

You are unbelievable.

After everything!

Well... I suppose I might be bisexual, if that helps.

How could that possibly help?

Don't go, Faith.

I thought this was something you'd battled your whole life!

-Dad's been signed off sick, did you know that?

-I was confused!

Ooh, I feel funny...

Oh, of course you do.

Mum.

Mum. Mum!

BEEPING

Mum! Help! Help!

Mum!

Stand back for us, please.

-Fluids and adrenaline, Jonny, quick as you can.

-Is she all right?

We need to get her to theatre now.

You ready to get back on the horse?

-Yep.

-OK, let's do this.

-ALISA:

-Could I end up in a wheelchair?

Not if we stabilise your neck properly.

And if you don't?

There is the possibility of neurological damage.

What does that mean?

If that happens, it could cause paralysis.

He wasn't lying, then.

Who?

Kieran.

Alisa, I didn't tell Kieran anything about your case.

I'm optimistic we're going to be able to repair your fracture.

I've been planning on leaving him for a year.

Stashing money for a deposit.

He writes everything down, so I've had to be smart - skip lunch,

or walk instead of take the bus,

just little bits here and there so he wouldn't notice.

-LIFT:

-'Doors opening.'

No! I'm not ready, I'm not having it,

not if I'm going to end up in a wheelchair.

OK, I've got it from here. Thank you.

-Not stopping, sorry.

-What are you doing?

OK, Alisa, just breath for me, OK? Just take a minute.

No, I don't need a minute. A minute's not going to change this.

You're going to be OK.

You don't know that, do you?

Maybe this accident was a sign. Maybe it was supposed to happen.

No, don't do that. You can't read anything into a freak accident.

Do you want to hear my one philosophy on life?

Don't let anyone or anything contain you.

If I can't walk, how am I going to get a job,

take care of my baby? I'm not strong enough.

I won't let that happen.

Do you swear?

Do you?

I swear.

LIFT BEEPS

'Doors opening. Lift going down.'

Clamp.

I've missed this - you, me, an open chest cavity.

What family you got in Scotland again?

Various people.

Great Aunt Agnes, you mean?

Yeah, she'll be a whizz at changing nappies on her Zimmer(!)

Perhaps we should continue this conversation another time.

I just don't get it. You've got a nanny here.

I don't want Emma to be raised like that. I want her around people -

people who care for her and not just because they're being paid to.

And when did you stop trusting me?

-What?

-To be there for you?

It's not that, Mo, it's just...

You're busy.

Is that what you really think?

I haven't said it, but I kind of took it for granted that, you know,

I'd make time - cook, babysit,

have her for sleepovers - you know, give her anything she needs,

because that little girl, she's like family to me.

I do trust you, Mo.

Well, then, don't go.

GENTLE BLUES MUSIC

I need quiet.

MUSIC STOPS

SHE SNEEZES

What part of quiet did you not understand?!

Focus, people. Please!

Did that jog your hand?

Yes.

Where's Charlie?

Heard he lost it in the scanner.

Actually, Raf...

Listen, what I was trying to say earlier - the whole situation...

What, the baby?

Right. Look, if it does turn out to be mine...

Look, the point is, I've been thinking

and I'll do whatever you and Amy want.

Hands on, hands off, money, whatever it is - you're the boss.

Keep your eyes peeled, yeah?

-What?

-For Charlie.

What are you doing? You shouldn't be here.

What's your name?

-You need to leave now.

-I'm just looking. What's your problem?

You really shouldn't be in here.

I'd like you to leave now, please.

What've I done? What?

There's nothing you can say that can make me feel any worse.

Is this how you work under pressure?

It was an accident. They happen.

You were the one bawling out that nurse for a bodily function.

It's the patient.

She needs a positive outcome.

And you need to maintain an emotional distance.

You think I don't know that?

Then why fall into the trap?

Guy, I'm human, OK?

Look...

If you want to retract the offer of a permanent contract, I understand.

Nothing's changed.

My office. End of the day. We'll go through the details.

What's with all these rules anyway? The world's not going to

-stop spinning, is it, just cos I didn't stay in my bed?

-I understand.

"Don't say this, don't do that."

That's all I've heard my whole life.

What, you want this?

Are you scared of me?

Should I be?

All right...

Hey! Get away from her!

-Raf, don't.

-What did you do to her?

Nothing.

Nothing!

He's telling the truth.

I better make sure he's OK.

Sorry, I just...

What happened?

I messed up.

I put the patient at risk.

Is she paralysed?

I'm not sure, but I swore to her that I'd get her through this

and that she'd be OK.

Yes, yes, I know it was a stupid thing to do.

And you were right about the boyfriend.

Is he controlling?

She was actually trying to leave him when she had the accident.

She confided in you?

Yeah, before the operation.

That's huge. That means she's ready to reach out, get help.

Not if she's paralysed.

It's not your fault.

You are brilliant at your job.

The fact that you care this much proves it.

Sorry. Sorry...

Your scan results were clear,

so once the nurse has put your wrist in some plaster, you can go home.

I'm sorry for what happened earlier.

I...I just got a bit lost coming back from the gents.

I didn't mean to scare her.

I might have overreacted.

Is she...is she your girlfriend?

Wife.

It's natural you're protective.

You're a good bloke. You've been decent to me.

I just wanted you to know that.

-Is everything OK?

-Don't worry about me.

Really, mate, I'm all set.

Look, um...

Earlier, in the scanner...

That wasn't just claustrophobia, was it?

Do you have people you can talk to?

Me? Mate, I'm always talking. Banter, having a laugh.

I think you know what I'm talking about.

Feeling down, depressed, it's not something you have to put up with.

There are things you can do.

What, see a shrink, you mean?

Groups, medication, therapies.

Look, there's help out there.

I can give you some numbers to call if you like.

Look, it's OK to cry, you know.

CHARLIE SNORTS

I...

I have my moments.

Can I give you those numbers?

Yeah, sure, man.

Can you give me five minutes, yeah?

How are you feeling?

I don't know. Tired.

Would you mind giving us a moment?

Anything you say to Alisa, she's happy for me to hear, right?

Right.

-You sure?

-You heard her.

OK.

What is it? Am I OK?

There could be some damage to your spinal cord.

-And?

-Which, in turn, could mean further complications.

I can't feel anything.

We won't know anything for sure until we've examined you.

Can you feel that?

No.

OK. How about now?

No.

OK, can you flex your toes up towards your head for me, please?

I can't.

It's not looking good, is it?

It's still too early to say.

OK, I'm going to take you for an urgent scan.

See if we can find what's causing the sensation to deteriorate.

-Shouldn't a porter do that?

-Short staffed.

No visitors in the scanner room.

It's not just about the childcare, is it, Mo?

You know, it's everything, it's being here...

-Jac?

-Maybe. I don't know.

-Have you heard from her?

-Nothing. Except for the money she sends.

I save most of it for when Emma's older

but I did go out on one shopping spree, for toys, like.

Told her they were all from Mummy. Just stupid.

It's not. It shows what a great dad you are.

She needs her mum.

You are.

I feel like I'm messing everything up. You know, all the other babies,

they sit up nicely, and they giggle away, but not Emma.

Why do you think that is?

Maybe your material's not good enough?

How's my favourite partnership since Zig and Zag?

Sorry, I really need to get on.

Oh, sorry, did I rather put my foot in it there?

-Don't worry, my size-elevens got there first.

-Good!

Well, anyway, I'm here to scan your geriatric mummy.

Right. You're in for a treat.

What is it? Has something happened?

Sort of.

I don't know, not really.

Look, I'm not OK.

Raf...

It's up to you.

I love you.

And I want you to come back, but...

If you can't live with me, with this baby, if it's...

-then...

-How would it work?

I don't really know.

Family picnics, trips to the seaside.

You, the baby and its two dads?

Don't be ridiculous.

Harry has, by the way, very kindly offered us some money!

Ignore him. He's an idiot.

An idiot who got you pregnant.

This isn't about Harry. It's about...

It's about us finding a way through.

What are you doing?

It's Co-Zylodol.

Charlie? Did he take anything?

I don't know, let me check.

There's a box missing.

Oh, no.

There. All done.

Blimey, what have you been drinking? I could do with some.

Zosia, can I have a word as a friend?

Jesse is a great guy in lots of ways, but when it comes to women...

Please.

Just be careful.

You don't know anything about our relationship.

There's no sign of a blood clot on your scan.

So what does that mean?

I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do operatively.

All we can do now is wait.

So I might stay like this?

-HALTINGLY:

-You promised!

Yes, yes, I know, Alisa, and I really shouldn't have done that,

I'm so sorry...

It's not your fault - I'm weak and stupid and I deserved this.

I should never have thought about leaving him.

No, Alisa, no. That isn't true.

You don't have to be trapped by ANYONE.

I don't know what to do.

-What about family?

-No.

-Friends?

-No, they wrote me off a long time ago -

Kieran didn't like me going out and they didn't understand why

I stayed with him so they just stopped calling.

What about your parents?

It's just my mum, and she stopped speaking to me over a year ago.

Have you tried seeing her on your own?

She made it perfectly clear she's not interested when Bina was born.

Kieran tried to ring her and she just hung up.

PAGER BEEPS

Just go if you have to.

Look, I'm coming right back, OK?

Whatever.

Hello?

Ah, Zosia?

Where's the patient?

There isn't one.

What do you mean "there isn't one"?

I just wanted to talk to you away from Colette and Arthur -

-they're such leeches.

-Wha...

I left a patient for this?!

I didn't think there was anything more you could do.

I just wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier.

There's something between us, we can't just ignore it.

Look, look, look, Zosia, it was a mistake, OK?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you.

-Is it Dad? Is he the problem?

-No.

-Because we could just tell him.

Oh...look.

Look, I've had enough of this.

Jesse! Jesse, wait...

Zosia, look, I'm not the person you think I am.

What does that even mean?!

There's a reason why I'm a 46-year-old bachelor.

I can't commit to anyone or anything.

-It's because you don't think you're worthy of a relationship.

-No!

But I can help you, we could take it slowly, make up our own rules...

Look, Zosia, it's over!

But I love you.

PHONE VIBRATING

Hello?

VIBRATING BUZZ CONTINUES

Hello?

Are you all right in there?

Raf, here, quickly!

What?

It's Charlie, he's in and he's taken something.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Oh, God.

-Can you get him?

-Yeah, pull him out.

Yeah, he's still breathing. Get the crash trolley.

Come on, stay with me. That's it.

The operation went OK?

Everything went to plan.

You'll feel sore for a few of weeks,

-but then you should make a full recovery.

-Thank you.

-Welcome.

-What do we have here then, sisters?

She's my mother.

Huh, 49, eh? Isn't the human body a marvellous thing?

Aw, giving us a little wave there.

Hello, baby.

Is it...OK?

A healthy heartbeat. Brain looks good.

Spine there.

And... Wow!

-That's not hiding either, is it?

-Was that what I thought it was?

It is indeed a penis.

I'm having a boy!

A little brother.

Er, it would appear you have another guest.

Bolek!

Bolek?

Where's he from?

Poland.

Send him in. The more the merrier, I say!

Do NOT let him in here.

Calm down, sweetheart.

Is he even 18?

He's 19, actually, and he is VERY mature for his age.

You are SO embarrassing, Mother.

I've had enough. That is it.

I am cutting all ties, once and for all.

Ooh...

I'd like to continue the conversation

we were having in private, if that's OK?

It's all right, I know what's happening.

-She's not going to walk again.

-We don't know that yet.

I'm staying here.

Alisa, I can get security to remove him if you want?

What are you talking about?

Why would she want that? I'm her bloke, not you.

Alisa, give me your mum's number, I'll give her a call.

Her mum? Oh, she's a nasty old cow who doesn't want to know.

According to you.

And what gives you the right

to go sticking your nose into our business?

-Kieran, please?

-No, babe, he's out of order.

What is it? You like my girlfriend?

Are you trying to stir it, get her to leave me?

Alisa, give me your mum's number, it's got to be worth a shot.

Nah, don't believe him, Lis, he's spinning you a line.

-I miss her.

-She doesn't care about you.

Why don't you let her find out for herself?

I need her.

-You're being a mug.

-Alisa?

07700...

..900...

..136.

I'm off.

Listen, don't take it to heart.

The thing about suicide,

if someone wants to do it, they're going to find a way.

And you've given him a chance - he might get real help now.

That is a big deal.

Thanks. You may be right.

-Night then.

-Wait.

The baby...

It's not yours.

What? Are you serious?

I thought you couldn't...

Well, it turns out that I can.

I don't get why she didn't say anything.

She had a paternity test last week and the results came through today.

So, I'm not going to be a dad after all?

-Nope.

-Uh, that's, um...

CLEARS THROAT

You know, that's, um... Wow.

Congratulations to you though.

Daddy Di Lucca - it suits you.

Night then.

No, no, no. She's right here.

OK, I'll put her on.

Mum?

Mum, I'm so sorry.

-Why are you apologising?! Don't apologise to her.

-Let her speak!

I was just outside for a second and I fell.

Bina was in her cot on her own.

Your granddaughter, Mum.

What d'you mean "you didn't know"?

Mum, can I call you back?

I love you too.

She didn't know she was a granny.

Don't listen to her, Lis. Don't listen to a word that she says.

-You lied!

-She's poisonous.

I was protecting you from... from more rejection.

No, she was crying. She said that she loved me.

Come on, you don't believe that, do you?

She'd say anything!

I want you to go.

Hey, come on, Lis, don't be daft.

You need me.

Imagine life in a wheelchair on your own.

Kieran, if you don't leave now, I will call security.

Alisa, tell him.

Tell him you need me.

Tell him.

Go.

Get out.

RAUCOUS LAUGHTER

What now?

The, um... The ex-lesbian's baby-daddy is Polish.

And about 12.

It's not that funny.

-Oh, yes, it is.

-It is, it's really funny.

Glad to see you two have made up anyway.

Hey, um, you know what you said about Emma?

About damaging her somehow?

Nothing could be further from the truth.

She... She's such a lucky girl to have you as a dad, Jonny.

And being scared - I just think that's normal.

I think you are doing just fine.

Thanks.

But if leaving there and going home...

If that's what feels right,

then I'm not going to stand in your way.

It doesn't.

It doesn't?

I hadn't realised how much I missed...

..this, you know?

Just us, hanging out, having a laugh, you know?

Good, cos what I just said, that was all lies. Yeah.

I mean, I've got a pair of handcuffs in my handbag -

you wouldn't have got past the door!

Did you...?

Did you really bake them?

Yeah.

Have one.

-Oh, I...

-Yeah, go on.

Ah, cool.

Mmm.

-Is it nice?

-Mmmm!

Eurgh!

Oh, how rude!

Ah!

You fancy a pint?

Well, it's Tuesday.

That's right.

Ah-thank you.

Ah-well, you're welcome-ah.

Right then, I've got a meeting with the boss in a bit.

Would you mind checking Alisa's neuro obs in an hour?

Mm-hm.

Top man.

-And, Digby?

-Mm-hm?

Look out for Zosia for me, will you?

Yeah.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Yeah.

Hey. You know what I like about everyone in this hospital, Jesse?

We're family.

It's not just business.

Cheers, J.

Right, all I need now, Dr Law,

is your autograph.

I can't.

It's an incredible offer, and I'm grateful,

but it's not for me.

You're joking, right?

Hey, you know me,

it's my time to move on.

No hard feelings?

Er, no, that's not good enough.

Jesse, this is a once-in-a-lifetime offer.

Don't blow it.

Look, I don't want things to get awkward between us, OK?

But I'm not going to change my mind.

Nah.

I don't buy this, J.

I mean, I could see it in your eyes this morning.

You were keen then.

Something's distracted you. What is it?

Look, Guy. Just leave it, please.

Jesse...

I'm asking you to stay.

OK, fine. Squander your career. Go on.

I'm doing this for Zosia, OK?

Zosia? What do you mean?

Zosia and I...

You know what I'm saying, right?

Look, I'm worried about her, OK?

She's not herself, she's fragile.

And the way she was with me, almost obsessed...

I mean, I know she keeps you at arm's length,

but she needs you, Guy, she needs her dad.

Raf?

I've done something.

It might be really stupid.

I told Harry it's not his baby.

Did he believe you?

He looked like a man who'd just walked away from a life sentence.

Why did you do that?

You were right.

We shouldn't find out.

I love you.

I want us to have a family.

You can't even touch me.

You flinch every time I get close.

How are you going to raise this baby thinking it might not be yours?

Look, I don't have all the answers.

But I do know...

I can't lose you.

So I'll deal with it. I will.

I don't believe you.

Amy, please.

Please.

Hope you're feeling energetic - I need about a million signatures.

Is it Jesse?

You knew?

Get out.

'Can you feel that?'

No.

Can you feel that?

No.

Can you feel that?

Can you do that again?

-Can you feel that?

-Yes!

-Yes?

-Yeah, I can feel something.

-Really?

-Yes.

-OK, fantastic!

Well...

long way still to go, but that is great.

Where's Jesse?

-Sorry?

-I just want to say thank you.

Yeah, sure, of course. Just give me a sec, OK?