Inside Out Holby City

I have nothing but respect for Elliot.

But the rebranding of the Herzig has to start now.

You're quite the doctor.

Pity you're such a worm of a human being.

I wouldn't normally ask, and I hate to impose,

but you of all people understand.

This patient could die because you didn't read a file!

No, I read the notes!

You're a brilliant surgeon,

but the Herzig needs someone who can shepherd it into the next phase.

That isn't you.

I have done nothing wrong. I read every inch of that file.

You can prove that at the enquiry.

You're suspended until further notice.

Ms Campbell!

Thanks.

Seems I'd lose my head if it wasn't screwed on these days.

I presume you're ready for the day ahead.

Ready as I'll ever be.

I'll hope to start Dr Tressler's hearing as early as possible

but there's a lot of evidence to get through,

and what with two small bowel resections,

a nasty case of gallstones, and an ever-increasing list,

I'm concerned we may have chosen the wrong day.

There's never a right day for something like this.

I suppose not. But it's not something we can just slot in.

The man's career is on the line, and his father is on the board.

Suffice to say, delicacy is the order of the day.

Noted. Why don't you get started and I'll get the coffees?

Mmm... Make mine a double shot latte,

and you might run the risk of becoming indispensable.

It's Essie.

That woman elevates sarcasm to an art form,

and she's so quick to respond.

I never thought I'd get text anxiety. But, you know...

Hasn't she gone?

Yeah, to Germany, not outer space.

Why so glum?

Oh, you know, war, death, famine,

Digby's girlfriend making the kind of sex noises

you'd expect to hear on a farm.

Ah, I see!

You see what?

You're jealous.

I am not!

I think you are.

-Where have you been?

-Out.

But we haven't spent any time together for days.

So?

Well, I miss you, is all.

Are we in love now?

I was bored, OK?

Good. Because this wouldn't work out.

Where are you going now?

Maybe I'm keeping you guessing.

I know what you need.

Sex, money,

an entourage?

Love.

It's the only thing that really matters.

I learned a very long time ago that love is for losers.

Yeah, that explains a lot.

Ms Pendry said that I was showing real promise.

Really?

Mm. It's only my second class.

What is it?

It started off as a bowl of fruit.

But, I mean, art is about the colours and, er,

textures of the imagination.

An adventure of the soul.

Right.

I've got another class next week.

What's this?

Planning for my retirement in France.

What? No! You're way too young.

Maybe in ten years. I mean, not even!

-Has this got something to do with Jac?

-No.

So, all of this is about you leaving us?

Not today or tomorrow, but I just think it's time

to start thinking about what's next, that's all.

So, if you'd just relax there for a minute,

we'll get you sorted with some pain relief.

Can you order a head CT for Mr Davis in 3,

bloods, LFTs, U and Es for Mr Cowley in 4,

and discharge Ms Murphy in 1?

Yeah, and Mr Cashin, in the side-room,

he's ready to be signed off.

We are completely overstretched.

That locum seems about as useless as a bottomless bucket.

He's fine. I can handle this.

Maybe we should reschedule the hearing.

It's time to put Dr Tressler out of his misery.

Fine. But I'm counting on you.

Fair play to you.

This whole thing stinks, and I'm not the only one that thinks so.

-Excuse me?

-Harry. Two weeks suspension! It's a joke.

When you're out in the cold, two weeks seems like a lifetime.

At least it gave him a chance to prepare his defence, eh?

Good morning, Jac. Is there something I can do for you?

Well, you can get me a coffee if you like.

I see what you did there, very funny.

Come on, you have an office! This is ridiculous.

I'm happy, thank you.

Happy is a little dwarf.

You are a large man on small furniture, Elliot.

I have three thorascopic esophagectomies today.

You could join me for one.

It's four tiny incisions, hours of fun?

Good for you, but I have my own work to do.

Are you a doctor?

What can I do for you?

Vera Miles, aka The Tormentor.

You can call me Vera.

65 years old, backed onto the road and was hit by a car,

X-rays in ED revealed a broken arm, sprained wrist

and a pelvic fracture which necessitates further investigations.

So, here we are.

Oh, and she's also got a big, fat lip...

I've got this. Thanks.

You must be loving this.

Mmm, leaving my wedding breakfast

to take care of my homophobic neighbour from hell.

It's every girl's dream.

You're not a girl, Gavin!

Thank you, Ms..?

Glory Bee, paramedic by day, pageant queen by night.

Well, am I glad to see you.

Cheers, Fletch, you don't mind if I review my case notes here, do you?

Knock yourself out.

I hate to interrupt but I do have a wedding to get back to.

Who is Heiko?

Heiko's hot.

"Life is bliss here in Bremen with Heiko."

Heiko. Heiko who?

Maybe he's a holiday romance.

She could definitely do worse.

We may be apart, but we're still together...

where it counts.

Well, at least she got over that whole Nazi grandad thing.

OK, 21, bit of a hero,

saved a girl, got savaged by a dog for his trouble.

He's paraplegic, he's got a nasty wound,

and he's suffering from stomach cramps in bed three.

Go! Make me proud.

Please get her into a bed

so I can leave with a clear conscience.

Not that you deserve it. Who pickets a wedding?!

We're nearly there, Miss Bee. I appreciate your patience.

It's not a wedding, Gavin.

It was a proverbial kick in God's crotch,

and he will have his vengeance.

Bed one's clear.

You hear that? Bed one, all clear.

Thank you, doctor. My work here is done.

Goodbye, Tormentor, no need to thank me.

Is he really going to leave me like this?

Don't worry, Vera. You're in safe hands. Bed one, please.

Gavin!

Gavin! Please!

Please don't go!

Fletch!

-I've got you.

-That bed over there, mate.

Nice deep breaths.

No, no, no. What's happening to him?

Careful with him. He's got AIDS.

HIV, you ignoramus.

OK, we're going to need bloods, an HIV viral load,

T Cell count, and a sputum test.

Nurse Fletcher, Dr Tressler has no authority in this hospital today.

You should wait somewhere else.

What, and miss the joy of witnessing you repeat my order?

I hardly think that's necessary, eh, Raf?

So, I hear you're the man.

I am the man! You should have seen this dog.

Insane.

Oh, that's a pretty nasty bite.

You're definitely going to need sutures.

So, what's this I hear about a girl?

Ah, pretty Lucy, scrambled up a tree while I made a run at the dog.

On the up side though, managed to get her number.

Good work.

-Do you mind if I...?

-Go for it.

Doc has skills.

I spent all summer in one,

broke both legs jumping off the roof of a caravan.

Still, sympathy sex was amazing.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I get all my action because of these baby blues.

-Of course you do.

-Sid!

Big brother, I told you not to come.

-Kyle. Hi.

-Hello.

Having said that, take a seat.

Doctor?

Hey, handsome.

Hello?

Not feeling too clever.

OK.

Yeah. Your stats are down.

You know the score, you need some oxygen.

Are the pharmacy chasing the originator of your therapy?

I gave them my number.

-I don't want to get you into any more trouble.

-No, no.

Shouldn't take too long to track,

and you couldn't possibly make it any worse.

You and the Stallion butting heads?

I honestly think he'd shoot me if he got the chance.

Still, taking my job is bad enough.

How does your husband feel about all of this?

Surrounded by family and friends, trying to keep the party going.

Annoyed I didn't just leave the Tormentor to the paramedics.

He doesn't know you're sick yet?

I was trying to hold off the symptoms for one more day.

The virus has become resistant, hasn't it?

We don't know that yet. It could still work out, Glory Bee.

Hardly a coincidence that your medication stops working

on the day of your big charade.

And I suppose the smack of a car is a gift from above, is it?

Just trying to state the obvious, that's all.

Just put them down over there and grab a chart, will you?

I can't stay.

But it was a pleasure to meet you, my lady.

Mr Di Lucca, Dr Tressler, we're nearly ready to start.

You'll do fine, Dr Handsome.

# Welcome home, welcome

# Come on in and close the door

# You've been gone too long

# Welcome

# You're home once more. #

Aw. It's brilliant.

It's Peters and Lee, and this is my wife, Mrs Luu.

Nice to meet you, Mrs Luu.

I've heard so much about you.

Thank you for curing my husband's snoring, you've saved our marriage.

It wasn't so bad.

MRS LUU SNORES LOUDLY

It was that bad.

So the singing worked?

No, but the CPAP helped.

I wouldn't have known about it if wasn't for you.

And now?

Khon hasn't been feeling well for a while.

That's why we're here to see Professor Hope.

Ah, well, good move. He is the best.

We wouldn't be here if he wasn't.

You amaze me.

So, this is really happening.

You want to end my career.

I'm not scared of you, you know.

Khon, this is Professor Hope and Nurse Maconie.

Hello.

-Mr Luu, nice to meet you.

-Khon, please.

Khon. It says here that you're experiencing chest tightness,

shortness of breath. Any pain?

Not bad.

Good. OK.

Ignore him, Khon has a high pain threshold.

He has been stressed too.

He's always so busy.

Khon developed The Butlerbot. It's a cleaning robot.

Very popular.

I've never heard of it.

With wealthy people.

They're known in the business as high net worth...

Mrs Luu, the professor was saying something.

Yes, thank you.

Jonny, can we have FBC, U and Es, LFT please,

and we'll take it from there.

Don't worry, whatever it is, Professor Hope will fix it.

He's a miracle worker. Top of his game.

We'd be lost here without him.

Mr Griffin stated that you made a specific request

for more autonomy on the day in question.

Yeah, I did.

I mean, my case load up until that point was a joke.

And Mr Di Lucca assigned you to this case.

He said the next interesting case was mine. That was Joy.

Did you find Joy difficult?

Does that matter?

Just answer the question, Dr Tressler.

She was uncooperative, yeah, and she was violent,

but I managed her.

OK, let's take this step by step from the start.

Well, I did everything by the book, bloods, INR and a FAST Scan.

They were all clear, but because the patient refused to disclose

the implement she was stabbed with, I ordered a CT.

It revealed a very deep wound and internal injury

which required further surgical intervention.

At what point did you receive Joy's medical history?

Just before surgery.

How long did you spend reviewing it?

Long enough!

There was nothing in the records about Heparin.

Then how do you explain this?

Dr Tressler?

Rabies! Oh crap.

Calm down, you've got more chance of winning the Lottery.

I don't think you're picking up on the potential seriousness

of my condition, Kylie.

Kyle is actually right, it's highly unlikely.

Just to humour me, if rabies is diagnosed, how would we treat it?

Post-exposure prophylaxis.

Excellent. As you were.

So, you two are sleeping together?

No.

-So it's past tense?

-Sid...

Once, twice,

three times a lady?

OK. I'm done here.

Er, Kathie!

Would you mind finishing up and dressing this for me? Thank you.

I think it's best if Sid has a different doctor.

Does Sid have a problem with me?

-You know he doesn't.

-Well then.

You're a nurse, I'm a doctor, let's keep this professional.

So, despite Mr Griffin's recommendation,

you had residual concerns about Dr Tressler's ability.

Why was that?

Well, it's my opinion that Dr Tressler can be lazy

and erroneously self-assured.

Well, maybe when you first arrived,

but that's not the doctor you work with today,

partly down to your influence, wouldn't you agree?

Yes, maybe.

It doesn't say when you read the patient's file.

I don't remember.

You must have read it at some point. After all, you did save the day.

The file?

I was free, and with my experience I thought I could help.

Stop lying!

He received the file from the prison guard

and removed the information on Joy's meds to set me up to fail.

He's a manipulative, calculating...

Dr Tressler, that's enough!

Why on earth would Mr Di Lucca do such a thing?

Because he hates me!

Always has! From the moment he set foot in Holby,

that man has openly despised me.

So, you are accusing a senior clinician

of almost killing a patient to...what?

Get at you?

Have you any idea how insane that sounds?

That's what happened.

You've overstepped the line, Dr Tressler. This is over.

We'll reconvene later this afternoon.

Adele, I'm fine.

Yes, I know, I just want to make sure that you're comfortable.

I will be.

When I leave you alone. OK, I get the message.

Sorry. Thank you.

Um, Mr Luu?

Khon, please.

Of course, Khon, apologies.

Your results are conflicting.

What does that mean?

I've ordered an echocardiogram and a chest MRI to see what's going on.

Thank you.

I have had a look at your history.

There's mention of your time at a Viet Cong re-education centre.

I was a child.

-Scum sucking pigs.

-Mrs Luu...

Khon is a peacemaker. I am a warrior.

He makes nice.

And she knocks blocks off.

You were saying, Professor Hope?

It says that you were exposed to radiation.

Does that mean something?

We'll know more when we get a detailed picture of your heart.

-UNDER HER BREATH:

-Scum sucking pigs.

Adele, can we have temperature, pulse,

respiration and weight, please.

Certainly, Professor.

There you are. How did it go?

I blew it.

Come on, it can't be that bad.

Oh, I don't know. Maybe my dad was right all along.

-Go on, what was he right about?

-I'm a loser.

You're not a loser.

A chancer,

and to be honest, a bit of a tart.

That's what we love about you, mate.

You know. I became a doctor to please other people.

OK, what about now?

I love it.

I can't lose it.

And you won't. Come on.

Hi. Er...

Well, you've suffered a severe pelvic fracture, Vera,

and you're going to need surgery.

Well, that's not exactly news, is it?

There is something else.

Orthopaedics will confirm the procedure needed for your fracture

but I'm afraid I'm concerned about a potential perforation to the rectum

and also a mass around your left ovary.

My God in heaven.

-Cancer!

-Nurse Fletcher?

The procedure is known as a laparotomy.

I'll take a look at the rectum and also the ovary.

But you do understand that we may have to remove it?

I understand exactly what you're saying.

Can you page Orthopaedics and also prep Vera for surgery for me?

Come on now, I'm the drama queen around here, not you.

Vera watched cancer slowly kill her sister.

He took care of her, right up to the end.

Sounds like good people.

He is, when he's not...

Well, you know what I mean.

If I die, you promise to take care of Pebbles?

If I do, I'm renaming her Dolly Parton.

Relax, Tormentor! When the apocalypse comes,

all that will be left is a billion cockroaches, and you.

Their queen.

Gavin, listen. You know that God sees everything.

It's not too late, even now, to repent and be saved.

Have they heard any more about your meds?

All right?

Yeah, fine.

You're with me, Fletch.

God sees everything.

19!

-20!

-Did you know the professor is thinking about retiring?

Aren't we all? You need to plan, little sister,

because time passes in the blink of an eye.

I'm going to live on a boat,

unless Emma's scared of water, like my cousin Bob.

21!

22!

Come on, Mo, dig deep.

I'm being serious.

Prof's not going anywhere any time soon. Trust me.

Oh! Damn you, number 23.

Not your personal best, but you're always a winner in my eyes.

Grow up, you two.

-Miss Effanga?

-Yes, bruv.

-Yes, bruv.

Which one? Tweedle Dum or Tweedle Dee?

Mo, please.

-What are we looking at?

-Kohn's MRI.

Myocardial fibrosis,

leading to severe damage of the myocardial muscle,

caused by radiation.

Not to mention a severe blockage within the lumen

of the proximal part of the coronary vessels.

And pericardial disease with severe damage to the heart valves.

Khon needs a new heart.

Preferably sometime last week.

He's AB negative, which is the further obstacle.

I'll get the paperwork started.

So you're just giving Khon away?

There's nothing I can do for him, Adele.

So now you're retiring, you just pass people around?

You might as well go now, you've already got one foot out the door.

-Oi!

-I don't ask for much around here, Miss Effanga,

but I do think I deserve a little respect.

There's no perforation.

So, Harry, any decision yet?

It's out of my hands.

It's a schoolboy error. It just doesn't make sense.

And there's the mass. When in doubt, cut it out.

So what's your take on it, then?

-Heiko...Yunker?

-Junker.

-Yunker.

"Lawyer. Eco-warrior.

"42."

-He's single.

-He's tall, he's well-built and he's blonde.

Classic!

Kyle's here.

The tiger? Good for you, have a great time.

-No, well, he hates me.

-And suddenly you care?

Well, I forgot how hot he is.

Say sorry and jump him.

Hey, Doc.

-I need the loo.

-Oh, God! Sid, stop being a baby, I can help you with that.

-No, you can't.

-It's fine.

Do you have your catheter kit?

Wasn't expecting to be attacked by a dog.

-OK, what size are you?

-12. I'm a big boy.

-Remind me to give you my number.

-Behave!

Just doing my job. Erm...I'll be back in a tick, OK?

We can treat the symptoms with 10mg Ramipril,

40mg of Furosemide twice daily and 100mg Spironolactone...

How long do I have without a transplant?

It's hard to say, but under the circumstances

I would encourage you to start making final arrangements.

We should take a holiday.

The transplant list, we have to be here waiting. Right?

-Well, ideally, yes, but...

-The chances are so slim.

There are factors that make it more difficult, yeah.

And Mrs Luu likes Vegas.

Mrs Luu likes her husband alive.

After all he's been through... we will fight.

We will not let them win.

Ling...look at me.

I survive.

I have had a wonderful, happy life.

I win!

MONITOR BEEPS

Professor Elliot Hope.

I have read all about you.

You developed the Herzig,

designed for people on transplant lists, perfect for Khon, no?

-Mrs Luu, I'm no longer in charge of the Herzig.

-Then who is?

-Ms Naylor.

-So we will speak with her.

Ms Naylor is in surgery.

We have nowhere else to be.

Mr Levy, could you have a look at this for me?

Yes, my pleasure.

-What do you see?

-It looks like a splenic haematoma.

-So what's next?

-Abdominal CT.

Good.

-Sid, do you mind me including your brother?

-Yeah.

Unfortunately, you are going to need some surgery.

The abdominal CT will show us all that we need to know.

-This is where we part.

-Sid, just relax.

-No! No, I can't do it.

-Sid, stop.

Sid, look at me. I've read your file and I know what you've been through.

-This is not that.

-Can you promise me?

-I pinky promise you.

You should trust him.

Do you trust him?

As a doctor I do,

but as a date...disaster.

THEY LAUGH

Maybe it'll work.

Khon's a nice guy, but you really need to let this go.

How long has he got?

Between you and me...a few weeks, maybe less.

Look, I'm sorry, but there's just nothing either one of us can do.

-I could fit an IABP?

-That's a very expensive, very temporary solution,

-not to mention you risk dissection.

-It would buy him a little more time.

Not enough to justify the procedure.

Sorry, Elliot.

-Do you see what I mean?

-Nope.

-He just bent over!

Adele!

I need your help accessing some old hospital records.

-What for?

-I've got an idea.

MONITOR BEEPS Pulse is 140 and rising. BP's 80/60.

This is not working! Come on, Vera!

-I'll take it from here. Thank you.

-Great timing, mate.

-Dr Handsome, we could do with some help here.

-We need bloods.

-Shall I cross match it?

No, O-Negative, please.

-She's lost output.

-No, no! Come on, Vera!

-Hell's not ready for you yet.

-She's in peri-arrest.

-Get the crash trolley, please.

-Come on!

MONITOR BEEPS

What the hell is going on?!

He's saving her life, that's what's going on.

She needs to go back into theatre. Something's seriously wrong.

Right, every doctor has one of these, noting every patient and every outcome.

-OK, so how do I narrow it down?

-Depends what you're looking for.

All the risky procedures the professor has done with positive outcomes.

-How positive?

-Well, the patient surviving the operation would be a good start.

Hmm. What exactly are you hoping to achieve from this, Adele?

I'm hoping I'll know when I see it.

Yeah, see, that's your problem, you do and THEN you think.

-I'm not in the mood for a lecture.

-You wouldn't listen anyway.

-No.

MONITOR BEEPS

You all right? Can I get you anything?

Everything's fine. I just need to make sure...

Scalpel.

Oh!

Er...

Erm...

-Clamps.

-More pads!

You know what, there is a flu going around.

For God's sake, I'm fine!

No you're not.

You're really not. Right, you take over, I'm calling Serena.

This is my theatre!

Not any more, it's not.

-What are you doing?

-Hiding.

Bonaparte said, "Ability is of little account without opportunity."

And a human translation?

Opportunity.

And what would you know?

I know what it's like to risk it all for love.

Kyle might be a vacuous Northern nurse,

but it doesn't make him Chantelle.

Yeah, well, he's not Malick either.

-I think I preferred it when you were a virgin.

-You didn't know me when I was a virgin.

Please!

Let's go, grasshopper.

Sid, look...

the CT scan confirms that the haematoma has ruptured,

necessitating an emergency splenectomy.

Do you have any questions?

No. Just do it.

OK. Let's push the paperwork through as quickly as we can

and I'll see you in surgery.

Hey, come on, Wheels.

I'm counting on you.

And I won't let you down.

HE SPEAKS IN FRENCH

Sorry. Look...

HE CONTINUES IN FRENCH

I will e-mail you! Oui?

Oui. Merci.

-Coffee?

-Non. No, thank you.

I loved it here.

It felt like home, didn't it?

It was going to be our most exciting adventure.

-And then there was Harry.

-I don't know what to do for you.

There's nothing to do. It's all been done.

You could try and explain it to Serena or Guy?

Explain what?

-Harry deserves...

-He deserves what?

To bleed out like his patient?

I didn't intend for that woman to...

I didn't mean for it to go that far.

I don't believe it.

It's like I don't know you.

-I am what you made me, Amy.

-No!

You don't get to blame me for this.

You can't be the victim and the monster, Raf,

it just doesn't work like that.

If I lose this, then I've got nothing.

Holby's rising star and his beautiful wife.

That's all gone.

If you could just talk to him, that'd be great.

Thanks. All right. Bye-bye.

Kyle...

-I thought you might be hungry.

-Oh, I could eat a scabby horse.

Charming.

So...is everything OK?

Oh, yeah. I was just updating Karen, Sid's girlfriend.

Hold on, Karen? So who's Lucy?

Oh, she's just the girl he's trying to sleep with.

Oh...OK. And I thought I was bad.

No comment.

So there's absolutely no other way out of this.

No, not if it ruptures.

I'm sorry.

Sid had seven surgeries on his back and legs

and he still ended up in the chair.

I'm not going to let anything bad happen to him, OK?

Dominic!

-What the hell?!

-I'm sorry.

-Are you going to take me into the bushes?

-I'm sorry.

-Wow!

-I'm sorry.

-Yeah, just keep on walking.

-Oh, has, erm...

-Yours?

Ah, lovely. Thank you.

A week's wine tasting en France.

Sounds good. You are definitely coming back though, right?

-Of course.

-It's just you seem a bit lost lately, if you don't mind me saying.

-I don't.

-You'll make it through.

-I usually do.

-Hey, and good luck getting Jac

to sign off on leave on short notice.

I'm not a slave driver, Elliot, put the request on my desk and I'll think about it.

-Did I die?

-Don't be so dramatic.

You lost output, yeah, but only for a few seconds.

Lou?

Could we get 100mg of Tramadol for Vera, please?

I saw a light!

Felt its warmth and then...

all this love wash over me.

And he was there.

In the light.

Hovering over me like an angel in drag.

Talking about...

bringing me home.

What does that even mean?

No idea.

Maybe it's a sign.

Dr Tressler, did you order meds for bed two?

I don't suppose it's going to make much difference to my cause, is it?

I had such high hopes for you, Harry.

I'd like to speak hypothetically.

Please do, if it moves this along.

What would you do if I told you

that a senior clinician tampered with a junior doctor's patient file

in a bid to damage their career?

I'd ask if the hospital was exposed to any liability.

And?

I would identify the doctors in question.

And?

I'd let it play out.

Even if you suspected the individual in question

wasn't behaving like themself?

It is my job to know what my people are made of in every instance.

Even the best of us can decide to hold each other to ransom

when our backs are against the wall.

Thank you for your time.

Forgive me.

No. I'll be fine.

Do not come here.

Stay with our guests.

I'll still be back for dinner.

I love you.

-Fairy tales for fairy folk.

-HE LAUGHS

-What's so funny?

-HE LAUGHS

You.

You always did have an odd an sense of humour, ever since you were a kid.

HE SMACKS HIS LIPS IN A MOCK KISS

-Are they mints?

-No.

Like most of my brethren, I suck on the seeds of Satan.

What do you want in exchange for a mint?

I don't negotiate with terrorists.

HE COUGHS

-Gavin!

-HE COUGHS MORE VIOLENTLY

Gav, what's the matter?!

HE COUGHS

-Your oxygen levels are down.

-Let me help.

Thank you, Dr Tressler, I can handle it.

Er, I'm the doctor in the room, at least for now, so if you don't mind, nurse.

-Come on.

-Don't fight it.

The chest X-ray showed signs of pneumonia.

We're awaiting chemistry and complete blood count,

but in the meantime I'll give you some fluids to combat dehydration.

Dr Tressler, step away from the patients, please,

and wait for me outside the boardroom.

It ain't over till it's over, handsome.

20 years ago, I was given a death sentence.

I'm still here.

That was quick.

Like changing a tyre.

-What can I do for you?

-I want to show you something.

What am I looking at?

Mr Biggs. Aortic arch replacement when he was 74,

-he just celebrated his 80th birthday.

-Oh.

Mrs Golden turned away by St James's.

You performed a complex CABG, she ran at a charity event last year.

Mr Jones, triple-valve replacement.

-He recently went on an Antarctic expedition.

-Hmm.

You gave these people more time than anyone would or even could.

This is what you do!

-This is about Khon.

-No, it's about you!

It was never about a price tag, Prof.

My concern relates to risk.

Well, shouldn't the Luus make that decision?

I could suggest fitting an intra-aortic balloon pump.

It's a type of assist device.

Khon will still need to have a transplant,

but all going well...it might buy him a little bit more time.

It's by no means a perfect solution.

Yeah, well, nothing's ever perfect, Professor.

MONITOR BEEPS

OK, scalpel, please. Thank you.

Retractor, please.

OK, his liver and spleen.

Thank you. Any questions?

How do you know that your feelings for Essie are real?

Wow! I wasn't expecting that question.

She makes me feel...

comfortable and uncomfortable.

All at the same time.

And that's meant to be a good thing?

-There's nothing better.

-Say she does end up

wandering off into the sunset with hunky Heiko?

I'm not saying it's going to happen, but...

I'd be gutted.

More clamps, please. Thank you.

But a life without risk...

is a life not worth living.

Pucks, please. Thank you.

It sounds very risky.

It is, which is why I want you to think very carefully about this.

And it will give me how much more time?

Months instead of weeks.

Big risk...small reward.

Thank you, Professor,

but I'm happy to make the most of the time I have left.

Professor Hope, could you please leave Khon and I to talk?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Guess I'll prep for surgery then.

Hello.

Hello yourself.

The cancer...has it spread?

No.

Count yourself lucky.

Getting hit by that car may have saved your life.

You see, just like I said, you and the cockroaches.

So, if you think about it, that accident was a sort of gift.

Tell that to my expensive heels.

He sprained his ankle when he ran and tried to save me.

Habit can be a terrible thing.

So, Dr Handsome...

-will I see him again?

-That's not for me to decide.

I think we both know it is.

Can I ask you something?

Anything but my age.

Vera hates everything that you stand for...

how do you put up with each other?

The thing is, like it or not, we're stuck together...

for better or for worse...

in sickness and in health.

And one of us has to be the better woman.

I heard that, you cow!

Inserting the balloon pump.

OK.

MONITOR BEEPS

No increase in output. Disconnect, please.

Syringe. Thank you.

Has the balloon ruptured?

These devices sometimes have inertia.

No, he's fine.

Really, Mum, he's...

He's doing well. Look, I've got to go.

I've done it. Thank you.

For what? I was just doing my job.

Well, I thought I'd say it anyway.

OK.

I'm sorry...for kissing you, I...I just couldn't help myself.

Is that your idea of an apology?

OK. Look, I might have overreacted, under the circumstances.

-Well, then, why don't we...?

-Stop messing around?

-Look. I'm not...

-No more hot and cold, no games,

just us, you and me, a fresh start.

Where's the fun in that?

-I want to get to know the real you.

-What you see is what you get.

-Come on.

-What? This is me! This is who I am.

Look, excuse me, I've got rounds to do.

-OK. Reconnect, please.

-MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY

And start the pump.

There's no augmentation.

Be patient.

MONITOR BEEPING FADES

Augmentation increasing.

BP improving.

Mean pressure...74.

Glory, the bad news is that your sputum test shows

that you have community-acquired pneumonia

and we're going to have to keep you in for observation. So no party for you tonight.

-The good news is, it isn't related to the HIV.

-I don't understand.

Your viral load is undetectable.

It can't be.

Yeah, it's less than 40.

-I'm not resistant to my meds?

-Far from it.

-But what about the pneumonia?

-People get sick.

That's the best news I've ever heard.

It's a miracle, Vera!

-I've been saved!

-Oh, shut up!

Thank you, God, for taking care of Gavin and for all your blessings!

GAVIN LAUGHS

-How are you feeling?

-Better, thank you. How are things with Harry?

A victim of a tight schedule. I'm on my way to see him now.

-He's still waiting?

-Yes. Although I'm not entirely sure why.

I mean, really, how on earth did he think

he was going to get away with such a spurious, not to mention defamatory accusation.

You don't look well, Raf. You should go home.

-Serena!

-Yeah?

HE SIGHS

Oh, that's it, we need to get you looked at.

No, please...

What is it?

I've made such a mess.

-Well, if I can help at all...

-You can't.

-Oh, come on.

Harry Tressler was telling the truth.

I trusted you.

I'm so sorry.

So am I.

HE SIGHS

Mrs Luu?

Hey. She made me promise to look after you.

It's all right, you've got work to do.

How do you feel?

Well, thank you.

Yay! Maybe you can book that trip to Vegas when you get better.

HE LAUGHS

Not better...just maybe a little longer.

Or long enough to get that new heart.

Good dream! HE LAUGHS

MAN: Oh.

Ohh! Oh!

-MAN LAUGHS WOMAN:

-Ow!

OK. It all sounds good.

Made a promise to myself, if I made it through OK...

..no more playing around.

Lucy can have my spleen, but Karen's got my heart.

I think that's a good choice, Wheels.

May I have a quick word.

You can be quite intense.

Yeah, and you are still caught up with that consultant.

I remember things.

Well, he did break my heart.

Everyone gets their hearts broken, Dominic.

Yeah, but not everyone gets played for a fool

and dragged through a court case and has their job put on the line.

OK, so extra bad break-up,

that's why there's a little thing we do called "closure".

-It's not as easy as that.

-Why not?

Because...he died.

-Urgh!

-SHE SIGHS

I asked for a room, not a cupboard!

This is the only available space in Darwin.

-And it smells!

-Hmm.

-Sincere apologies for the delay, Dr Tressler.

-Can I just explain.

-There's no need.

-Please!

-Mr Di Lucca's cleared everything up.

You're off the hook.

-I can go back to work?

-Yes, you can. Congratulations.

Oh, and, Harry.

I'm not privy to all the little games you play,

but I trust that after today they will stop.

HE SIGHS

-Adele, is this absolutely necessary?

-Don't worry, we're nearly there.

Ta-da!

-What is this?

-It's your new office.

I know it's not much at the moment, but we can do something with it.

Why doesn't anyone hear me?

I don't need to be enticed by cutting-edge surgery,

I don't need to be fussed over, I certainly don't need to be pulled from pillar to post.

-I just wanted to help.

-I'm not something for you to fix, Miss Effanga!

Mrs Luu.

Professor Hope, I was looking for Adele.

Mr Self.

I was looking for you.

Yes, I know why you're here.

-You know?

-Of course I know, Mr Di Lucca.

I know about Harry and your wife, the baby

and now this obscene mess.

I...I will walk away.

You'll never have to see me again.

That is not good enough and you know it.

This is what will happen next.

You'll take a leave of absence.

You will go and see a counsellor.

This is not a debate!

You are a mess,

possibly breaking down, and I cannot have that.

In the meantime, I will clear matters up with the department heads.

After all, this was simply a mix-up of patient notes.

Fortunately, quickly resolved and no real harm done.

When you return, you will work with Harry Tressler, you will teach him.

I've got my eye on you, Di Lucca.

-Professor Hope.

-Yes.

Thanks to you, my husband has the gift of time, very special,

not to be underestimated.

But then again, you, Professor Hope, are a very special man.

I can't save Khon, Mrs Luu.

-I'm not finished.

-Sorry.

Of course you can't, but that is no reason not to try.

It's not that simple.

Things are as easy or hard as you make them, Professor.

Surgeons can save thousands over their careers,

but men like you can save millions.

-Did you draw that?

-Yes.

It's not good.

Another happy customer. You did a good job today.

-Thank you.

-It's been quite an interesting day all round.

-How's Kyle?

-Oh, don't ask.

Well, Heiko is no longer a threat.

-Bats for your team.

-And how do you know that?

"Likes...fitness, David Beckham and champagne."

OK, well, just because he has good taste doesn't make him gay.

-And The Hoff.

-The whole of Germany likes The Hoff.

In black Speedos and a matching cardie?

OK, that's pretty gay.

Listen, it may be none of my business...

Oh, there's a "but" coming.

..but I think you need to stop

stalking your long-distance girlfriend online.

It's getting a little bit creepy.

That's wise counsel.

Good night.

You! Come for a drink with me.

I'm about to assist in complex neurological surgery and I'm buzzing.

I'm actually buzzing. Can you feel that?

OK, I'll take that as a "no" then.

No skin off my nose.

-Oh!

-I've just put a valve into the beating heart

through the vein of a patient's leg and it's just another day at the office.

-Ooh!

-Yeah. Just goes to show you anything's possible, Jonny boy.

I've just bought a second-hand car seat from a guy who insisted on calling me "geezer".

-Does that make me a bad parent?

-Nah, just a cheap one.

Ms Effanga, Nurse Maconie, would you join me in my office, please?

Hey! See, I told you it was going to be all right, didn't I?

-Yeah, all right, mind the hair.

-Nice one, mate.

-Cheers, Fletch.

Ah! May I assist you, milady?

You're back.

It all worked out.

Couldn't have worked out any better.

Look, I don't know what's going on between you two,

but trust me, life is too short.

Gavin's right.

To err is human, to forgive divine.

You left our guests!

No, no, no, no, no! This should not be allowed!

I think she'll work well over here.

Or in a skip.

You decide.

BUZZER

'Doors opening. Lift going down.'

So...today was really stressful.

Ah, screw-top, my favourite.

No way! Mine, too!

Look, I was thinking we could both do with some fun.

OK, well, as long as I don't have to wear a tiger onesie.

Deal!

Let me know if you need me to do anything for you.

All right. Oh...you could cancel my trip.

-Consider it done.

-Thank you.

HE SIGHS