Last Dance Holby City

Mr Malick!

Slap me with a kipper! Melt-in-my-mouth Maconie!

Bonnie Wallis!

We went to nursing college together...

There is not a single cell in my entire body that cares.

She is pregnant with, by me.

No!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it! I've got cancer.

Sacha. Uh-huh?

Come home.

Thanks, now get straight to college.

Yeah, obviously...

You are going to college, right?

'Course. Unless you want me to come in?

Or I could go and get some stuff for dinner, saves you doing it?

Jake, I'm fine.

I'll get the door. No. I'll get the door.

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS IN CAR

I'm trying to convince him there's more to music than rap.

He likes it.

RAP MUSIC BLARES FROM CAR

Need help?

I'm fine. I broke my arm skiing once.

I was in a sling for weeks, drove me nuts...

Sorry...

It's fine. Teaching's OK and it's time to give back.

Good luck with your interview.

How long have you had the pain in your abdomen?

Ages. It comes and goes.

When you say "ages", do you mean days? Weeks?

More like months. No appetite - two bites and she's full.

And there's that. I've tried to bring her in before but she won't listen.

Well, we can give her something for the pain and the sickness

and run some tests. May I borrow my wife?

Actually, we're in the middle of... Oncologist. Appointment at nine.

Yes, yes - of course. Please keep me posted.

Yeah, you bet.

What do you think of duck-egg blue for the kitchen?

You know, duck eggs used to be very popular till World War II,

erm and there was a health scare and...

Question, Malick-ites. Should Nurse Lane and Dr Digby

pick duck-egg blue for their lurve nest,

or should they be tending to Mrs Sanghera in bed two?

Let's pop that away, shall we?

And it's not a love nest, we're just sharing.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought we were both on admin.

Not me! I'm back on normal duties today.

Sorry... No, no, no, no, that's great. Good for you.

Mr Malick, stop flirting with that nurse and focus on your students!

JJ Kirby!

Let me guess, you broke it getting thrashed at squash.

Malick-ites, today is your lucky day. Meet Professor JJ Kirby.

So, what brings you here from the ED?

Just an MOT.

Well, perhaps a full service...

The pericardial effusion's been causing the pain,

but we need to run some tests to make sure.

Boy or girl? Do you know yet?

Right now, it feels like an outboard motor.

I'd say it's related to your rheumatoid arthritis...

Is there a reason that you've not been taking your medication?

Does my whole life falling apart count?

Frankly, no.

So, we'll run an echo,

and do a blood test to rule out any complications.

Does that mean a needle?

Yes.

Then we've got a problem. I'm needle-phobic.

Well, we're out of leeches, I'm afraid,

but as you're probably going to need surgery I'll tell the anaesthetist

that you'd like to have a chat.

Having fun?

Hi. We were just talking about last night.

We just went to a club and had a couple of margaritas...

And now you're in a hospital, at work.

We didn't call for an agency nurse.

Ah well, Bonnie is no longer an "agency" nurse.

I'm permanent now. Jonny pulled some strings.

Ah, is that what he told you? Sweet.

OK, well as you're here, find the anaesthetist,

and tell him he's got his hands full with the drama queen in bed 11,

and I'd like an FBC - preferably without the use of a needle...

Have fun.

Her. Top of a bonfire. Light blue touchpaper and...whoosh!

So, Malick the consultant? Bravo.

You heard?

"Heard"? I've kept tabs on you every step of the way.

Really? Many students, only one Malick.

How long before you're back in action?

Um...

I'm not sure. What about your wife, she retired too? No, no.

She's in court today or she'd be here right now.

I'll text her, say I've seen you...

He's going into fast AF... It's OK, I'm on the case. Excuse me.

ECG and blood gas, please.

And you might want to prescribe him with 250 micrograms of digoxin.

Thank you for the tip, Mr Malick. I'm just trying to help..

We'll be fine, really. Go back to your students.

Morning. Hi. Morning.

I expect you'd like me to cut to the chase.

Yes, please.

As you know, your course of radiotherapy's finished...

Yeah...

Your grade of cancer was low...

Yes.

And I am glad to tell you that things look good for the future.

Oh, thank God!

Sorry? Well, obviously, we'll put you on the follow-up programme,

but as far as we can tell...

That's it? I mean, I'm going to be OK?

For now - yes.

That's... wonderful.

Is there anything you need to ask?

Your teacher, I gather?

Not just a teacher. No JJ Kirby, no Malick - simple as that.

He and his wife fed me through med school.

Ah, so that's why this is just a 'squash injury'...?

Let's just say I don't want to let him down, OK?

I'm assuming you're considering ischaemic gut?

Let's see what the tests say.

Hey, Mr Professor.

Impressive, but she's no Malick.

So, am I right in thinking someone

hasn't been looking after themselves? I've had a lot going on.

Work?

I wish. Haven't worked since I left uni.

All right for some.

Yeah - great life. Being the perfect corporate wifey, no kids,

no career, no opinions allowed.

Then he dumps you for a younger model and has twins.

Argh, voicemail!

What did the anaesthetist say?

"It's just a scratch." Total sympathy-bypass, like you.

I'm trying to get hold of my hypnotherapist,

but he's on retreat in Wales. What about reiki?

It might calm you down enough to let the anaesthetist do his job.

Reiki? I took a course.

Why does that not surprise me? Look,

I obviously need a blood test, so let's give reiki a try.

Fine. But I draw the line at trepanning, OK?

No holes in skulls.

She's just anxious. All that New Age stuff.

It's just a coping mechanism. What does she need to de-stress from?

Too many fish pedicures? And what do you know anyway...?

No wonder you're grouchy. Don't!

Maybe you should check on bed eight?

OK, but if she speaks to me like that one more time!

Are you all right? Stop fussing. Is she for real?

Yeah. She's a good nurse, and a good laugh.

I've just been called grouchy.

On a good day, maybe.

Sorry, two hours' sleep.

If you talk about your sex life again,

I'm going to drown you in a sack.

You don't think they're...? Oh, I hope not!

I know he's always liked Little Miss Sunshine, but between you and her?

You every time. Lesser of two evils.

Ah, thanks! Best compliment ever.

Are you serious?

M-A-L-I-C-K...

No, I'm a consultant, you want me to spell that, too?

You know what? Forget it!

I'll chase the tests. It's probably just someone new.

You think?

Professor Kirby. I'm thinking maybe ischaemic gut.

Get the latest case studies, OK?

Whoa, whoa. Isn't he Ms Campbell's patient? And...?

Well, I don't want to tread on her toes, do I?

Just do it.

But be discreet, OK?

What do you think about Mediterranean blue?

You OK? Fine. Why?

Well, to say you've been through the mill would be...

Oh, Ms Campbell, what colour would you say your shirt was?

Brown...ish. Why?

Dr Digby and I are repainting our kitchen,

trying to find the right colour. Right.

We're not...you know. We're just sharing...

I'll inform Newsnight.

Did you know, that early cave paintings,

20,000 years ago, were done with charcoal, blood and lard?

No, but if it's all the same to you, I think we should stick to emulsion.

Oh, what a relief, eh? That's fantastic news! Oh!

It is, isn't it? I think we should have a 21-gun salute.

Or a couple of hundred quid behind the bar?

I think I'd settle for a new pair of shoes.

Any news on Judy's tests? She's getting angsty.

When do I get to go home? I need to buy a hat.

We got it yesterday, sweetheart, remember?

It's our anniversary next week.

We're renewing our vows... all being well, that is.

Ah, that's nice. How long have you been married?

Pearl anniversary last year, that's 30.

Next one's conveyances - she's car crazy,

so I'm hiring a vintage Rolls for the day.

31 years. That's amazing.

Well, let's make sure we get you to the church on time.

Right, temperature's normal, bloods, low albumin and potassium.

But I'm pretty sure Mr Griffin would like to rule out pancreatitis.

You don't think it's to do with the Alzheimer's?

Whose Alzheimer's?

Kidding!

It's OK, you either laugh or cry, so we're laughing while we can.

Right, let's get you an X-ray.

You really are a woman of mystery, Mrs Munro,

but we'll get to the bottom of this, I promise you.

(You big softie.)

Me? You were practically in tears. Rubbish. Hard as nails, me.

Are you seriously telling me I have no say in staffing decisions?

I'll call you back.

How's our drama queen? It must be nearly time for her aromatherapy.

Her echo, and her FBC results.

Which we wouldn't have if the reiki hadn't sorted out her needle-phobia.

Are you waiting for a medal? No.

Good. OK, what have we got?

Pericardial thickening, fluid accumulating,

we need her in theatre, anaesthetised.

Good luck. Me?

You seem to be head of mumbo-jumbo around here,

I'm sure you'll think of something.

Is this just a bad day or are you always like this?

Like what? Look, maybe you and I need a conversation.

About what?

About you and Jonny having a baby and me and him being together.

And? And... I just hope we can all be adult about it.

Adult? Maconie? Maconie what?

We were just talking about us.

Ah. Right...

Well, isn't this cosy? Not really.

I'll go and swot up on my mumbo-jumbo.

Oh, I know.

You're sorry, you were waiting for the right moment to tell me,

blah, blah, blah. You know what, Jac?

I'm pretty much done trying to talk to you about anything.

Bed four. Professor Kirby. I trust we're taking good care of him,

and not browsing colours for our kitchen? Ah, that was um...

That was me, on my lunch break. Sorry.

Right. Let's try and keep on top of our game, shall we?

Yes.

ALL: Ta-dah!

APPLAUSE

We just wanted to say how glad we are about your news.

We had a whip-round.

Aw! Thank you. And...

Chrissie Williams, will you marry me?

I mean, again, obviously.

What?

I want us to do all the anniversaries,

just like Leo and Judy, silver, diamond, gold.

We have had the year from hell, but it's over,

so what do you say we start a new chapter...

..and renew our vows. I don't know what to say...

"Yes" would be a start and soon-ish, please.

Because the old knee's beginning to play up!

Go on, then, sweep me off my feet again!

Oh, you big soppy thing!

APPLAUSE

I've chased your test results, and they'll be back soon.

And confirm what I already know, ischaemic gut.

Hey, we'll jump off that bridge when it comes to it, OK?

And even if you are right...

Hobson's choice. Option A - I'm a semi-invalid.

Option B - I could die. It's not that clear-cut...

Still teaching your grandmother to suck eggs?

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

Is that your wife?

On a recess in court.

She says, "Break a leg, best to Malick."

Is she coming in later? Depends on how her day goes.

If you'll excuse me. Mmmm.

LFT, U's and E's, fine, but, high white blood cell count, 10.5.

So, our only course of action

is to remove the part of the affected gut...

You can't do that. Well, it's that or he might die.

Can we talk in your office?

Come on.

So, we've identified a build-up of fluid

between the lining of your heart and the heart itself.

This is what's causing the pain. And the answer?

An operation.

Which you could have avoided, if you'd taken your medication.

Have I done something to offend you? No, why?

Because you're being very judgmental and it's not helping.

Look, we need to calm you down enough to let the anaesthetist

do his job in theatre. How about we try a visualisation?

JAC LAUGHS

Hang on just one moment.

You may not like it, Ms Naylor, but it's called empathy and it works.

Well, I'm glad you can empathise with ladies who lunch

and spend their lives navel-gazing. It says a lot about you.

I know you're going through a tough time,

and I'm sorry your baby has complications,

but you have no right to take it out on me or your patients.

You told her? This isn't just happening to YOU, Jac.

I need to talk to people.

Look, you can't put the professor through this!

If he develops short-gut syndrome he'll need to be fed...

Fed through his veins for the rest of his life, yes.

But he will live.

What about quality of life? Come on, you could revascularise.

Not viable in this case. You know the mortality rates.

Well, maybe you've got too much on your mind.

Big day, big interview. Get much sleep?

Excuse me?

I'm just saying, you've got a lot on your plate.

It's called multi-tasking, it's what we do!

Look, why don't you help me break the news to him?

I'm sure he'd much rather hear it from a familiar face.

OK.

But I still believe...

That revascularisation is an option. Yes, I hear you.

But I'm sorry, I disagree. Thank you...

All these tests... When am I going to buy my hat?

We already got it, sweetheart, remember?

Here, let me clean this up for you, shall I?

31 years, that's good going. So, what's the secret?

You must know something.

My dad always said, "Find someone kind, clever, funny or pretty.

"But in that order".

And I got a full house.

What a coincidence. Me too.

Ah, thank you, kind sir.

Sorry, can I have a quick word, please?

She's put down two next of kin.

Would you like us to contact the other one?

It's a Bobby Tucker?

Sorry... have I said something out of turn?

No...it's fine.

He's...an old friend of the family.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

Sorry. Excuse me.

I'm just going to go and chase up those tests.

Ah, the jury's back.

So...give it to me straight..

I'm sorry to say, mesenteric ischaemia. SMA partially occluded.

Which means...

Ms Campbell has decided to remove the affected part of the gut.

PROFESSOR KIRBY GASPS

Strange. You brace yourself,

but when you hear the actual words, it doesn't feel real.

I'm so sorry.

And forgive me but as with all patients,

we need to make sure you understand the full implications.

I am not a civvy!

You do realise, postponing isn't an option?

But revascularisation could be?

You're not serious? About the chance of a normal life?

Imagine you're my surgeon, would you do it?

Even if I think that's the best way to go, it's hardly an option.

Not today, but if I wait till your hand's better?

Professor, you could deteriorate at any minute.

I know the score, thank you!

Do you trust her?

Ms Campbell is one of our best surgeons.

"One of"? I think you've just been damned with faint praise.

I need to think, and I want to see your surgical plan.

OK, but there isn't much time.

A word?

This simply can't go on!

You need to tell him about your hand and back my decision!

I'll talk him into an operation that will sentence him to half a life!

You'd prefer one that would probably kill him?

You should have seen Sacha, he was down on one knee

in front of everyone today. There was this really sweet couple.

Been married 31 years, looked like they'd just met yesterday.

Sounds great.

But...? No "but". Michael...?

I don't know, I'm just remembering how it's been for you.

You and Sacha?

It's been quite a ride, lot of stuff got put on hold.

All we've been doing for months is talking about cancer.

So it's quite nice to have something else to look forward to.

Yeah, well. If you're happy, I'm happy.

You don't sound it.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

I'm just saying, if you keep brushing things under the carpet...

Ah, I've got to go.

Down on one knee? Yes.

In front of everyone?

Including Ric! Ah, kudos, my friend!

Thank you very much. So, tonight's the night...

Yeah, too much information!

Will you stop thinking about sex for five minutes! God!

No, no, no, our vows.

Oh, right, tonight? Yeah.

Well, I haven't told Chrissie, but I've booked the faith room.

I just thought, you know, after the year we've had, why not?

Why indeed?

What..? Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Let me be the first to say mazel tov!

Mazel tov! Thank you very much, thank you.

Thank you.

So, Professor, that's the surgical plan. Any questions, just ask away.

Hey. Why aren't you at college?

Oh, er... Big flu outbreak.

I thought better to have a day off than get sick

and have a whole week off. Look, I've got some sushi.

Look, I don't need your baby-sitting, OK?

I don't need you checking up on me every five minutes.

Oh, right, so you nearly snuff it, and I just keep calm and carry on?

Thanks.

Hiya, Jake.

You doing anything good for Bonfire Night?

No. Used to.

Me and Mum always went to the display at the rec.

But, you know, things change.

Maybe Malick will go with you. Has he made a decision?

Not yet, no.

Hey, Malick? Nice family outing?

Enough, Channers. You. Back to college now.

I think he just doesn't want anyone feeling sorry for him.

Yeah, well, it's hard all round. You should hear him having nightmares.

You know, it's like I'm the dad and he's the kid.

But he won't even let me help.

Hiya... Are those new trainers by the way?

We have an anxious patient, who's on the verge of a panic attack,

she asked Nurse Wallis if she would give her a wee...

I'm ready for the anaesthetic, thanks to Bonnie.

Great. I'll just do the easy bit, shall I?

Just drain the fluid from the lining of your heart.

It's almost time for your sarcasmectomy by the way.

Just to be clear, this is keyhole surgery?

You won't be cutting me open? No, it's a minor incision.

OK. I'm in your hands.

I'll tell the anaesthetist to put the flags out.

I assume Bonnie will be in theatre?

I wouldn't count on it.

Fine. Scrub in. Both of you.

So, the only really risky bit would come at this point.

Squirting the heparin to open up the artery.

If that's so, Ms Campbell might take a different view,

but it isn't, as you well know.

Since when did The Malick play safe?

I'm not the one who needs persuading.

So...you'd do this for me?

A revascularisation?

What I'd do is irrelevant.

What if I wait?

Well, I think you should definitely talk to your wife about it.

I mean, wait for you. It's a squash injury, can't take for ever.

Longer than you've got. Be specific.

Look, I don't know!

I'm asking for something that might give me 20 good years,

and that's the best you've got? Look, there ARE other surgeons.

I don't need just any surgeon, I need a lunatic, like you.

Cut to the quick. How long?

It's not a squash injury.

I had an accident.

My hand got trapped...

Severed.

Oh, my God...

So... The one time you need ME,

I let you down.

No, that's not... For this to happen to you. Of all people...

Please don't.

We are where we are. Both of us.

So, let's talk options. For you.

Tonight? Yeah, why not?

Look, it'll just be us, Mum and the kids.

And it doesn't have to be all bells and whistles, you know.

Not like a wedding. Yeah, but I still want to look nice.

Ah, you will. You'll look gorgeous. We'll have music, candlelight...

You know, Leo could make one of his special cocktails.

I'd be honoured. Champagne cocktail, then?

Anything you like.

All right, tonight it is. Great, great.

All right, this lovely lady and kind gentlemen

are going to take you for your scan, if that's all right?

Is Bobby coming? What?

He said he'd come with me. Sweetheart...

Don't "sweetheart" me! I want Bobby!

Mrs Munro, just try to stay calm... He should be here by now!

Judy? Sweetheart? Just get Bobby!

Listen to me for a moment, eh? It's me, Leo.

I know you want Bobby, but we can hardly pick up the phone now, can we?

Why not? You know why not!

I. Want. Bobby!

Judy,

Bobby passed away, sweetheart.

Car crash. Six years ago.

No... I'd know. You did.

It's your memory. It's not what it used to be.

No, no, no... You're lying!

It's OK, Leo's here. I'll look after you.

Now, you let this nice gentlemen and lady take you for a scan, OK?

He's not dead, he's not dead!

He's not dead!

I understand... I'll give Professor Kirby your best wishes.

Malick.

No, he's doing fine.

OK. No, no, no.

I think he's not around. He's in the Maldives.

Look, look, I'm sorry.

I told the professor about my arm.

Good. Can't have been easy. Well done.

He wanted to wait for me to do the revascularisation.

I see.

When I explained to him he asked me to sound out other surgeons

but I didn't want to go behind your back. How thoughtful.

But I would not need to if you'd reconsider.

I have considered, very carefully.

Come on, Serena, your plan will leave him half the man he was.

Who are we really talking about here?

Him or you?

Are you saying no cos you might lose a patient?

Or cos you might lose him on the day of your interview?

"Oh, I'd like to take the job but I just killed an ex-president

"of the Surgeons' Society cos I was a bit busy swotting."

Should you even be on a ward? I checked with psych, you've missed three appointments.

Trust me, I know all about PTSD. Are we done here? Good.

That was Mum. Going to bring the kids over at six.

I've told her not to tell them what we're up to -

just make it a surprise.

Then it's all back to hers for fireworks.

Perfect. Good.

Mrs Munro's CT scan.

Is it a tumour? It's possible.

What have you found? Is it serious?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?

The scan shows some sort of intestinal blockage.

I'd like to get her into theatre later.

Today? An operation? Best just to check what's going on.

I'll give the theatre manager a call. OK. But what about my hat?

Don't worry about your hat. Now, you don't worry about anything. OK.

So, I'm afraid the embolism has moved into your small intestine.

Obviously, there's no way of knowing

how much necrosis has already occurred,

but this really can't wait much longer.

OK, I'm in your hands.

Thank you. I'll sort out theatre for this afternoon.

Tell her if she lets you in theatre I'll buy her a chocolate eclair.

I'm sorry. You did your best.

It's just a shame there aren't more lunatics like you and me.

Tell me straight. Cancer?

Listen, Leo, your wife's not the only one who should stop worrying.

At least she's stopped asking for Bobby Tucker.

I know it's none of my business, but who was he? Who was he?

Her puppy love. She was 16, he was 20.

He asked her to marry him and she said yes.

But then you saw him off?

Wish I had. I'd have saved her a lot of heartache.

Is there...a chapel somewhere?

Yeah, there's a faith room. I'll show you.

I promise you that she's in good hands.

Oh, I don't doubt it.

Sometimes I wish she wasn't.

What are you doing? Professor Kirby wants me in theatre.

Moral support. Not a good idea.

He asked for me specifically. Quite apart from the risk of infection,

it would be salt in the wound for you. Stay away.

I need to do something for this man, all right?

OK, supervising prep might take some of the pressure off me,

I suppose, but that's all. Clear?

I've seen what it does.

Can't wash yourself,

feed yourself, wipe your own bottom.

And she won't be Judy any more.

My Judy.

God's honest truth?

I'm half-praying it's not a tumour, half-praying she goes quickly.

You think the Big Man will understand?

I think the Big Man probably will, yes.

Suction, please.

Is everything OK?

So far so good. Good, I was just talking to the husband.

Just wanted to see how she was, really.

How's he doing? That was quite a scene earlier.

He's doing...fine.

Don't let me distract you.

Cut-off point for the distension is here.

I can feel the lump within the lumen. Scalpel, please.

Well, the good news is there's no tumour.

Oh, what is it then?

Clamp, please.

Is there a record of Mrs Munro eating her own hair?

You mean it's a hairball?

Yep.

A trichobezoar.

And quite a specimen, too.

So, she'll now make a small incision along the fifth intercostal.

And the third intercostal? Correct.

A running commentary? Really?

Sorry, just bringing our newbie up to speed.

Thank you, Nurse Maconie. You're welcome, Nurse Wallis.

Damn it! You cut too deep?

Thanks to you! Out! How is this her fault?

Nurse Wallis! Out! Now!

Blood pressure's dropping.

OK. Pericardial window on hold, I need to open her up.

2.0 of Vicryl and no more distractions.

Can't avoid me for ever. I'm not avoiding anyone, I'm busy.

OK? Bearing up?

Or is that a stupid question?

I'm fine. Well, at least you're back on the ward.

That's terrific. Yeah.

Great. It's good to keep busy.

Look...

Look, look, it's been ages and I'm not sure why I'm apologising to you

but I'm sorry I haven't been in touch.

You shouldn't be apologising to me.

I don't blame you. I messed up.

Yeah, you did.

But...whatever.

Listen, I was so sorry to hear about your accident.

Well...well maybe we can go for that drink sometime.

Great.

Does he work here?

Who?

Whoever you're seeing.

No, he doesn't.

Look, I can't begin to imagine what this is like,

for you of all people, but you still have such a lot to offer. Please!

Good afternoon.

Right, Dr Digby, Professor Kirby.

It's an honour to meet you, and I'm not just saying that.

When he stops gushing, he'll prep for Ms Campbell.

If you'd like to mark up for the stoma bag, please?

So if you'd just like to let him get to your stomach?

HE GROANS What's happening?

He's going in shock. Let's get him into theatre.

Page Ms Campbell.

Right, well, first and foremost I'd like to say what an invaluable

eye-opener my time as acting CEO has been.

We're talking total occlusion of the mesenteric artery.

We need Ms Campbell. Page her again. Now, do exactly as I say.

Me? Yes, you. But shouldn't we wait?

We don't have time, Digby! Open him up, now!

Listen, this man does not die today, you understand?

We follow Ms Campbell's surgical plan. Midline incision. Now!

Wait, wait, wait. Dr Digby, open him up!

I'm coming through.

Open him up.

Scalpel.

What the hell was that in there? Excuse me?

You had no right to throw Bonnie out.

It was completely unprofessional.

Me? Who was flirting like some idiot schoolgirl?

That does not wash. This is your screw-up because you were jealous.

Oh, get over yourself, Maconie. You know what?

You'd better start praying that patient, that very wealthy patient,

doesn't decide to reach for the nearest killer lawyer

because if she does, this thing is totally on you, and you know it.

Open up the incision, look at the abdominal cavity.

Retractors.

What do you see? So part of the small intestine's ischemic.

So we resect, right? No.

No? But Ms Campbell... Isn't answering.

Then find someone else. Arthur, we haven't got enough time.

And he doesn't have enough small intestine left. I'm not sure I agree.

You know what, I'd do this myself, if I could.

So tell me, does the SMA have a pulse? Yes or no?

No. OK. 4,000 units of heparin. Put a clamp across the SMA,

we're going to do a transverse arteriotomy.

"We"? Yeah, you and me.

OK. Open up the SMA and insert the catheter. Come on, Digs.

Good work. Now inject the vessel with heparin.

Ah!

OK. He's, erm, starting to back bleed.

OK, we're going to revascularise.

What? But there's enough gut to stick to Ms Campbell's plan...

Listen, I know this man, I know what he'd want.

What he'd want or what you want?

Every second you delay, you risk him dying, right here, right now.

OK. Tell me what to do.

I don't understand. You specifically said keyhole surgery,

not cutting me up like a piece of meat.

That was the plan, yes. So what went wrong?

In simple terms, I cut too deep

so we had no choice but to suture your lung.

Which meant cutting me open. If that's how you want to put it.

How would you put it to my lawyers?

I'd say that this morning you were suffering pericardial effusion,

as a result of your own actions, and now,

as a result of mine, you can go back to shopping and having lunch.

For what it's worth, I think I was a bit of a distraction in theatre.

So now you're her fall-guy?

Ms High-And-Mighty gets to traumatise everyone,

then waltz off in a blaze of glory.

How is that right? Is that how you see it?

Oh, how else? She's got the lot - career, baby on the way -

but she looks down her nose at me because she thinks

I'm a self-indulgent idiot who's wasted her life.

Or...is that just maybe how you feel about yourself?

I beg your pardon?

Look, the truth is she has no idea about your life,

and you have no idea about hers.

And I'm not her number one fan, but there are a lot of things

about her "perfect life" that aren't so perfect.

Vein patch in position, artery repaired.

Swabs and vacuum dressing, please.

And thank you, everyone, especially my man, Dr "Daredevil" Digby.

Mr Malick... I know, I know, but come on, we did it. Did what?

Would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?

This is so unacceptable on so many levels I don't know where to begin.

Did Mr Malick touch the patient?

I'm asking Dr Digby.

Were you aware that I had expressly ruled out revascularisation

because of the high risk of mortality?

Well, yes, I was, but...

But you deliberately ignored my instructions. Both of you.

It isn't as simple as that... You risked this man's life.

He's alive, his guts are intact

and we all take risks every time we go into theatre.

The fact that you got away with this does not make it OK.

Well, I'm pretty sure Professor Kirby disagrees.

Unless you want to open up a can of worms

on the day of your big interview? Well, that's down to you.

Given the circumstances, could you have done anything differently?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS One second.

Yes. I'm in a meeting.

Please don't ask me to lie for you. I'm not asking you to do anything.

Yes, I think it went well, yeah. Seven's fine. See you. Bye.

So, good interview?

I asked if Dr Digby could have done anything differently?

No. It was a split-second decision

and I gave Mr Malick the benefit of the doubt.

Well, as I can't prove otherwise, I've no choice but to do the same.

I do hope that's not a smirk on your face, Mr Malick.

Close the door behind you.

I was beginning to think you'd done a runner.

Don't tempt me. Trying to cheer myself up.

Think I picked the wrong song.

# Every time we say goodbye... #

Ella Fitzgerald? Who else?

I can't decide whether I'm celebrating cos Judy's OK

or drowning my sorrows cos of what's to come.

It's easy to say, I know,

but you will cope - there's lots of help available.

So is it the first time that she's forgotten he's dead?

Yes. Shape of things to come?

Her memory will slowly deteriorate, yeah.

So I'm going to have to tell her, over and over, that he's gone?

Watch her go through all that pain, every single time?

Leo, I'm so sorry. I wish I had an answer.

There isn't one, except "count your blessings".

31 good years in the bank. That'll see me through.

My dad used to say, "Love's a verb, not a noun.

"It's not something we have, it's something we do."

I'll drink to that.

Are you telling me Malick pulled your strings,

like some kind of puppet-master?

Sort of, yes, all very unorthodox. But successful.

You can live a normal life. In that case, thank you, Dr Digby.

I predict a very bright future.

Pleasure to meet you.

He has no idea, does he? Sorry?

"Never waste a good crisis."

That is what you did? Like a lunatic?

Thank you.

I'm just glad that it worked out.

So, is this the start of the comeback?

For me?

Hardly. Why not?

Remember how I made you tie sutures in a cup, just one hand?

If you can still do that, you can do pretty much anything.

So, did you call your lawyers?

No. Changed my mind.

And thank you. Just doing my job.

Tell me, is there an age limit? For what?

Training to be a nurse. I don't think so. Why?

Just curious.

I hope things work out for your baby.

Must be a big worry. The CDH?

She told me.

Will you make sure this goes to the right place?

I assume there must be charities for babies like yours?

Yes. Thank you.

Don't they make a perfect couple?

Yes. Perfect.

Hey! Drinks on me, Digby Dog!

You like champagne? Um... No, thanks.

Come on, man. We're back in the game.

Your game, Mr Malick. My career.

Sacha, this is...the right thing to do, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah. Absolutely.

I mean, if it's good enough for Leo and Judy,

then it's good enough for us.

Right. I was doing my vows earlier on.

I got as far as, "Always be honest."

Well, can I go first? Yeah, course.

I really hate Rodolpho's.

I've always hated it.

Ah, you make me laugh.

Why did you not say anything earlier? Because you love it there.

OK, fine, it's fine.

We can go anywhere you want, but...

But what?

Nothing.

Right, where is that chaplain?

Back in a minute, OK?

Can I help? Looking for a cup.

Oh.

There you go, sir. Cappuccino? Thanks.

Oh, nice scarf.

Is that Professor Kirby's wife? Looks like it.

You called her? As if.

You might still make it. Sorry?

Fireworks? With Jake?

Have fun.

Jake? Yeah, you all right? Yeah, I'm on my way.

Forget it. No, no. Jake, wait.

Just forget about it. I'm coming.

Just forget about it. Jake.

Look, forget it, the fireworks are finishing!

"..never to enter the house again,

"and had invited herself for the next weekend.

"Clive had returned to town but had announced his early return

"and Anna had issued the curious command to Dexter that he was

"to follow her everywhere,

"as she did not want to be alone with Adrian.

"In addition to all this, Isabel had added another character

"to her repertoire, for in Adrian's presence she became apologetic..."

Where is he?

Who?

Oh, the chaplain.

Erm, he got waylaid - terminally-ill patient he needed to...

What's going on?

We need to talk.

We're good together but...

Good just isn't enough.

Not for a lifetime, no.

We never were Romeo and Juliet but...

I can't think of anyone on this earth...

..that I would rather have as a friend than you.

Me too.

One last dance? For old time's sake?

Not our wedding song?

No, no, not our wedding song.

MUSIC: "Every Time We Say Goodbye" by Ella Fitzgerald

# Every time we say goodbye

# I die a little

# Every time we say goodbye

# I wonder why a little

# Why the Gods above me who must be in the know... #

I hope I made myself clear earlier.

Instructions from your seniors aren't to be ignored.

Is this the new CEO speaking?

Well, that's for others to decide.

But either way, I'm serious. Understood?

Oh, you know me, Ms Campbell.

Yes, I do.

And I'm not entirely convinced that's an answer.

Can you hear Ella Fitzgerald?

It's Billie Holiday.

Well, as always, you know best.

# Every time we say goodbye. #

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