Beginnings Holby City

-Um...?

-Oh, it's just there to remind myself how...superior I am.

Be good for your daddy, yeah?

Nothing's to say you won't feel like that again.

It will happen for you, Mo.

-If that's what I want, why not have it?

-On your own?

-Why not?

Who'd want to be me?

A divorcee with an empty nest, too much time on her hands

and no-one left in the world who actually needs her.

HE CHUCKLES

Right, well, I think you'll live.

Do spare the rest of us. No more carols.

Thank you.

I need a bed, I need a space.

I thought we asked them to hold off? Tell the ED to keep them.

-You can tell him yourself. I'm under orders, mate.

-Excuse me?

Under orders from whom?

Ric?

I need a CT on his neck, half hourly obs and a bed. Quickly please!

-Over here?

-Yep.

-OK. Who have we got?

This is Joe Butler who was glassed at a New Year's gig.

He's got a two-centimetre wound left side of his neck, broken arm...

The wound was sutured in ED, he's stable now.

OK, well, let's keep him closely monitored, please, Mr Di Lucca.

Lucky for him an off-duty copper did some emergency First Aid on him until the paramedics turned up.

And luckier still, Mr Griffin was heading through the door just as he arrived.

Good to see you too, Ms Campbell.

Look, I'm sure there must be a joke about how many clinicians

it takes to treat a critically injured man, but seriously...?

X-rays?

Well, Joe, you're in safe hands now.

There are enough surgeons here to...

Oh, how DOES that one go again, Mr Griffin?

Leave it to the professionals, Ms Campbell.

Excuse me, are we done here?

Is that THE Ric Griffin?

Yes, I'm afraid there's just the one.

And how was Australia?

Hot and expensive.

And Jess?

Expensive.

Um, have you not had the chance to check your e-mails yet?

Oh, there's really no need to put it in writing, Ms Campbell,

a simple "welcome back" hug would have sufficed.

But you have had the chance to speak to management at least this morning?

Yes, it was the first thing I thought of

when I saw a man bleeding out of his superficial vein.

Look, are you going to be shadowing me all day?

But there have been some changes made on AAU since you were last here.

Yes, I'm sure there have. But nothing we can't put right.

This is Hafsa. She came up from the ED with abdominal pains.

She's had ten of morphine.

It's looking like cholocystitis.

-Stomach pains?

-Pain from being prodded and poked mostly.

But, yeah, I need the good stuff please, doc. Liquid or pill,

I'm not fussed, as long as it's strong and it gets me out of here pronto.

Could be peritonitis. We'd better run some tests to make sure what we're dealing with.

Yes, that's a FBC, U&Es and LFT, please.

Calcium and Amylase, and CT abdomen please.

No problem.

They said I was going to get the top dog.

You're looking at him.

So is she your glamorous assistant?

Yeah, OK. I need to have a serious word, Mr Griffin.

Oh, just pop it in an e-mail, Ms Campbell.

-Yeah... You need to stop.

-Hello?

Excuse me, please. Now I need to get back to the first case,

-the young man with the glass in his neck.

-Ric, no!

Hasn't anyone told you?

Keller.

Where the best anaesthetist is now a surgeon,

the student nurse was a former holiday rep and the highest-ranking

surgeon only uses the word "urgent" when he's run out of biscuits.

By "highest-ranking" you mean consultant.

Mr Levy's been promoted? Well, that's, um, terrific.

Is there anything else I should know?

I mean, are the cleaners doing neurosurgery?

Henrik, my place is on AAU.

I'm afraid that's not the way it's going to work.

You've been rather peripatetic of late, Mr Griffin.

And you will appreciate that I have to fit you in where I can.

And you really think this is best for the hospital?

Yes. I really do.

-Oh! Ohhhh! That's good, Mo!

-Yeah?

-Yeah, Yeah, yeah.

-OK...

-You can put it up higher if you like...

-OK, yeah, yeah.

-Argh! Oh, stop, stop, stop, stop!

-Ah... Oh, God. Did you hear that?

-Nope.

That was a definite click!

It might have been an internal one though...

-Maybe you should give up on the jogging.

-Said the treadmill queen!

-Oi, my body is a vessel now.

Ah, yes! Yes, of course. 2016, year of the baby!

-It's going to happen isn't it?

-Yeah! Oof!

THEY LAUGH

Ahem! They sent me through. I'm the waitress.

-Er, Mrs...?

-Miss.

-Miss...

-Pearson. Samantha.

-Can I call you Sam?

-Samantha.

-OK, then.

Right, I'll leave him with you, Samantha.

Thank you, Ms Effanga. I owe you one!

Sorry, do come in.

So I hear you collapsed at work, is that right?

Oh, sorry, sorry...

Mo! You've forgotten your...

Right, so I'll take my knickers off, then, shall I?

I can do that.

Mr Marr.

Now, you look like a lady with answers. How long am I going to be here for?

My nan'll be wondering where her shopping is and Carl's going to kill me

-if I don't show up with my shovel.

-Shovel?

I don't think you'll be doing much digging for a while. Not with these fractures.

Terry? Could you give me a hand please?

How come that guy's getting so much attention?

Oh, no, you just focus on your own recovery, Mr Marr.

Sorry. Please, call me Billy.

Looks like his dad's here now.

Right, so I've just got to get the last remnants of glass out of this cut

and then I'll get him scanned.

Lexi, could we get a full blood count, Group and Save LFT's

and U&Es, please? Thank you.

Sorry, could you excuse me just for one minute?

I have to say, I think I preferred you with a stab-vest on.

-Well, fancy seeing you here. How are you, Serena?

-Busy.

-Look, I'm sorry I didn't...

-Oh, it's fine, please.

-Right.

Is he going to be OK there?

Yeah, he's got every chance.

So, Robbie. What brings you here?

So. You're our off-duty hero?

No need to sound so surprised.

-It's just it's quite a trendy gig for a...

-Copper?

A copper of a certain age.

Oh, there's that caustic wit that has all the boys flocking.

So, you're a modern music man?

You make it sound so edgy.

These kids wouldn't know edgy music if it booted them in the face.

Oh, punk chick, eh?

Rocker. With certain guilty pleasures, of course.

And by guilty, you mean folk?

-If by folk you mean...

-No, no. let me guess.

James Taylor?

-SHE CHUCKLES

-Er, ye...

Um, So what's the deal? Got bored singing on your own

so went looking for a soul to save?

I didn't do much. Just held a compress to his neck.

Which may well have saved his life. Credit where it's due, I suppose.

You'll need to keep the police in the loop with Joe Butler.

It might be a gang thing, so...

Yeah, I am aware of our own protocol, thank you.

Right. I just feel a bit responsible for him, I suppose.

Well, now he's our responsibility, so you can breathe easy.

You know, we are pretty good at what we do here.

New Year's Eve, what better time to unveil a brand-new way of working.

Ta-dah!

Future of admin.

Please don't tell me this comes with a compulsory training course.

It could not be easier to use!

OK, you just type in your name...

Like... Like that...

-Um, has it...?

-Um, enter.

Oh, sorry. Yes, of course.

Voila!

"Sasha Levy is...The Consultant!"

I take it Jason Statham wasn't available for the role then?

Mr Griffin. Perfect timing.

Hang on.

Well, that's, um, that's marvellous, I'm sure.

All right, who's doing the colonic stent?

Yeah, that would be...me.

OK, I'll take laparoscopic adrenalectomy.

Er, sorry, I think that's been assigned.

You see, it's all colour-coded. I'm blue.

Mr Pink.

Well, I was apparently Mr Blond, but this looks more like Big Bird.

Well, we weren't sure that you were definitely back today, so we haven't assigned a colour...

Oh, no, wait, you can be Mr Brown.

-I'll be in my office.

-Ah.

No.

You've got Maya Angelou, Ingrid Bergman, Cleopatra...

Rosie O' Donnell.

Padma Lakshmi.

Jodie Foster.

Oh, you're good! HE CHUCKLES

Yeah, it's always the elephant in the room.

-And there's no reason why it should be.

-Exactly.

You know, when you're a pregnant woman on your own, everyone's like, "Oh, you poor thing!"

No! Do you know what? Just no!

Does anyone ever stop to think that maybe that's a choice?

You know, single parenting is actu...

Oh, what would you know, you're a man.

Well, I'm happy say the baby is fine.

It's just a minor bleed.

So let's get you set up and comfortable, shall we?

There you go.

SHE GASPS

You all right?

Yeah, got heartburn.

Chest pain, eh? Definitely going to have to check that out.

Oh, right? So you can get my top off as well?

Haven't we done this the wrong way round?

-LAUGHING:

-Hazard of the job, I'm afraid.

-How long's it been going on for?

-I don't know. Comes and goes.

I mean, it's nothing I can't handle, but...

I've never collapsed or whatever you call it before.

-Right, we are definitely going to have to get a specialist to take a look at you. Just precautionary.

-OK.

And I know just the woman.

And then after the grenade incident, he asked me for a drink.

-That led to dinner?

-We ate, yes.

-That led to...?

-Not a lot.

And he didn't call you?

-His loss.

-So now he's spending his spare time saving the lives

of young tearaways in gig toilets?

Mmm. Clogging up my ward at new year.

So that's either extremely serendipitous

or he's gone out of his way to make amends.

Well, it's a coincidence I'm not interested in pursuing,

so he should find himself a more rewarding pastime.

-How's the patient?

-Bearing up.

We need to ensure his tetanus is up-to-date and give him a full cranial nerve exam...

Ms Campbell, I've been looking for you... Billy Marr, his ultrasound.

Ah.

The tumour is operable. I mean, the cancer is still very serious,

but it is operable.

Mr Griffin.

Sacha, I need to make a surgical plan for Mr Henry here.

-If you forgive me, Mr Griffin, I've already done that...

-Oh?

..actually. Yeah. And explained the procedure.

Mr Henry has a receptable tumour.

Yes, in a very interesting position.

So if you'd like to assist me in theatre?

I'm leading the operation myself, actually, Mr Griffin.

Assisted by foundation doctors.

Right. Of course.

-Well...

-Forgive me.

Not at all.

Fascinating case.

Oh, absolutely.

-Jess, look, can I take...

-Sorry, I'm running late for the, er, colonic stent.

-It's on the, er...

-On the board. Yes. I know.

Hafsa Ali is here, Mr Griffin. The girl with the stomach pains?

I have her scans.

Terrific.

Well, let's do that then.

Called an introperitoneal bleed.

That sounds serious.

Well, I should be moved to a different ward then?

Well, it appears to be stable for now.

-But what about my heart?

-Well... Your heart's fine.

I felt a pain.

It was sharp and it shot through me like someone was pulling it through my back.

OK, well, if you're still in pain, we can give something for that...

No! If you don't mind, I need to move to a different ward.

-And speak to someone who...

-Billy, I'll be here for you.

But you're so busy with everything.

With that poor man in the bed and she says you run this place, so why...?

-Yes, it's OK to be worried.

-I'm not worried!

I just...

You hear so many horror stories about busy wards and doctors forgetting...

Not that you...would...forget...

Look, Billy, we completely understand.

Now the orthopaedic surgeon will be up to examine you shortly, all right?

And my guess would be intra-medullary nails.

That's metal rods in each leg.

Yeah... Now, is there anyone we can call for you? Your nan? Or maybe your mother?

No. They can't come. There's no-one.

Why does that man keep looking over at us?

Leave it to me.

I decided I might stick around after all.

And do what exactly? You're not at work this time.

I'm always at work. You know how that is.

Well, you're antagonising my patients.

I antagonise most people. That's why they keep promoting me.

Like I said, I just want to check Joe's OK.

Well, it's my ward, my rules.

Any Jack Bauer stuff and you're out of here.

And that includes disturbing the peace.

-IN AMERICAN ACCENT:

-Absolutely, Ms President.

That kid. Who is he?

Oh, that's Billy Marr, 19, crashed his bike. Nice boy.

The rest is medical and so none of your business!

Serena, I really do not want to get in your way.

Well, then, please. Shift your rear.

That was...

-it's just you have such a lovely timbre to your voice.

-Timbre?

Timbre. That's the word, right?

I'm trying to up my vocabulary. Been told people respect you more if you...

Hafsa, you do understand that this could be serious?

Oh, please, that voice! You could make spaghetti sound serious.

-30 minute obs, please, Miss Effanga.

-OK.

Please, put the phone away.

Mr Griffin is one of our best.

As I say, just give me what I need and I'll be on my way.

You're likely to be with us for a while yet.

Not me, mate. I got exams to get out for.

I need the turbo turnaround, they said you could do that.

Hafsa, just let Mr Griffin do what he needs to do, OK?

He needs to rule out hernias and tumours and cancers and any other possible...

Cancer?! They never said anything about cancer.

No, they didn't. There's nothing to...

I'm just doing a simple physical examination.

Cancer? That's not possible at my age, is it?

Well, to be fair, you can get cancer at any age.

No-one is saying that you have cancer.

We're just doing some basic checks.

Er, I'm sorry, I... I've just got to get another thermometer.

-So, when can I get back to my dirty plates and filthy customers?

-Er, well...

Cos the small brown envelope they pay me with doesn't cover me for sleep and relaxation

and this little fella is a people person.

Tends to kick me less when there's a bit of gossip to listen to.

As soon as we get the all-clear from the scans, you can go.

Yeah, and you're probably going to get a few more boots from the little man, but bear with us, OK?

OK. Doctor?

-Wow, she's a talker!

-Yeah!

-Er, Mo...

-Yeah?

-..you left this downstairs.

Oh, wow, you are a diamond, Derwood!

I'm temperamental at the best of times,

but imagine when I'm dosed up on hormones and craving sugar again!

So, er, you have made some decisions about all this, then?

Yeah, done my research.

-Oh. It's just that most of the forms are blank?

-Mm.

OK. Right!

Only, ah, I've written down a few things that might be of some use...

Samantha Pearson. Sounds like an independent woman.

Isn't she just?

That Thelma And Louise vibe.

Mo, I'll just leave it over here then...

Sisters doing it solo. Best way to be.

Amen to that.

Amen to that.

I just seem to keep messing up, and with Mr Griffin being back

I thought...a new chance to impress maybe?

-Whisper it quietly...

-Oh, your exam results!

Like I needed another excuse for a New Year's tequila!

-But if I fail...

-Oh, if, schmiv. You're going to ace it!

And it looks like Mr Griffin's settling in absolutely fine.

Doctor Copeland, how do I confirm the colour? I can't seem to...

Thank you.

Hafsa Ali's booked in for theatre?

She has an abdominal aortic aneurism.

That tenderness that she felt was gas from the gall bladder and...

-If the gas from the gall bladder presses too hard, then it could rupture the aneurism.

-Precisely.

So we've booked that slot for you.

You positive there's no-one we can call for you, your mum or something?

No, my mum's away. I'm looking after the flat.

No hungry pets I hope?

The plants could do with a watering though.

Oh, I get it, your mum's got you doing stuff while she's away?

Plants are mine. She doesn't care about them.

-Ah! Green fingers, eh?

-Trying.

Oh, wow. You can really draw.

So I'm designing these crates so the plants can grow out of them.

In my building, I'm going to stick them to the walls,

and eventually they'll grow...well, really tall.

Like a creeping garden?

Exactly. Vertical gardening, it's called.

Wow, it sounds beautiful.

That's why the bike's so important.

People find the crates,

let me know where they are and I take the bike down, get them on...

Sorry, don't mind me.

But I couldn't help overhearing you were a bike man.

-Scooters.

-Ah.

-What type you got?

-Vespa.

V6 engine?

Yeah.

Sorry, if you don't mind, um...?

Everything all right?

Yeah, just having a little chat with Billy here.

How do you know my name?

OK, excuse me, um, what did we agree earlier?

Please do not make me regret letting you stay.

Two more from the gig! Both abdominal stabbings.

CT results show no sign of peritoneal breach.

It's all kicked off.

Retaliation. One lot take out their leader over there

and the others respond. There's going to be more.

Yeah, Mike? It's Robbie, at the hospital. Yeah, we got two more in.

Dr Shreve, can we have a hand here please?

Can you please close the curtain? I don't want to see this.

SHE MUMBLES ON PHONE

I know I'm not supposed to be on that.

You're not going to tell Top Dog are you?

SHE SIGHS

Mr Griffin has spoken to you about the op, right?

Yeah, he said. I switch off when it gets too science-y.

But the short of it is, he can fix it.

Right, and then I'm out of here.

Except you know that's not the case, right?

You'll be here for at least three days.

No, that's not right. I have to be out of here.

To get fit and ready for your exams?

Right.

And I can do everything normally after.

You know, drink, smoke,

operate heavy machinery,

fly.

Hopefully, not all at the same time.

But I could fly?

Well, it's not advisable straight away,

plus, you'll be sitting your exams soon anyway.

Mr Griffin said there were two ops,

one now and one to get the aneurism done a week later.

-That's right, but...

-He never said anything about three days in here.

It's just...

the flight.

Can you keep a secret?

Yeah, of course.

Any dizziness?

Just a bit.

You try working under new management every six weeks.

Samantha, this is serious. Do you ever black out?

Is everything all right?

MRI results.

Sometimes, but then I did used to drink quite a lot

so maybe it's that.

We've found evidence of clots in your legs.

That might, in part, explain what's been happening to you.

-Yes, and it could explain the constant tiredness.

-What about Ian?

Ian?

The baby.

I mean the baby. Will he be OK?

The baby's fine. We just need to be cautious.

Are you sure there's no-one we can call?

Will somebody please take him away?

Let's order an echocardiogram, OK? Try not to worry.

Well, she's a strong woman. She'll cope with anything.

Mm, yeah. Sister doing it for herself, that one.

And baby Ian, of course.

Yeah, right. Baby Ian.

Only spouting long lists of strong independent women

sort of suggests to me that maybe she's not as confident as she makes out.

It's a complicated thing, having a baby.

-She has a right to be nervous.

-Yeah.

I mean, there is a lot to consider, isn't there,

before and after, and she's doing it on her own, of course.

Would have thought having someone there

to share the burden of responsibility

would be a good thing, wouldn't you?

Exactly. It's very complicated for her and any potential mother.

-Mo.

-Yes?

Erm,

listen, I really don't mind helping out.

You know, if it helps you.

I could look at things and maybe make a plan.

Well, that would be great,

but, you know, only if you've got time.

I've got time.

In fact, er,

ta-da!

-Already done it.

-Ah.

Hafsa Ali. She's refusing to have her operation.

-All I did was tell her that she...

-Whatever you did, you need to undo

because she's still at school,

which means I have to phone social services

in order to get a ward of court.

Look, I'm sorry, Mr Griffin

but I'm really worried about her.

I think she's lying to us.

She was really cagey about it,

but she's not trying to get out of here for her exams.

-It's to get on a plane.

-Oh, lucky her.

Apparently, she's got this boyfriend and he lives in Turkey.

-What does any of this have to do with...?

-Iskenderun.

I looked it up. It's on the Syrian border.

-Adele.

-He bought her ticket

and she's adamant that she can't change it

cos she'll miss this festival.

What festival?

She said that he talks to her about all sorts of things.

Things that she likes, TV, clothes, and politics.

And faith?

Adele, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting,

then you know that protocol demands that I follow this up.

Come with me.

-I'm sorry for being needy.

-It's fine.

I need help! Joe Butler! I'm looking for Joe Butler. Where can...?

OK, calm down. We can take you to him. Are you a relative?

Girlfriend. Lola. I'm his...

Cara, could you take Lola to see Joe Butler, please?

Sure. This way.

Friend of yours?

No. Never seen her before.

Serena! Can I have a word?

If you make it quick.

I, er...

Morven, can you take Billy through and I'll catch you up. Yep?

Look, I know what you must think and I get it.

We didn't exactly have the best start, did we?

I wade in here, I take over your ward,

I order a man killed and...

..then I ask you out for a drink.

I say nothing, I eat nothing and...

..I don't call you after.

I just want you to know,

it wasn't as easy for me as it might have seemed.

So how about we try again? How about we go out and...

Stop. Robbie, please, this really isn't the place.

Look, I don't have time for games. You're busy, I'm busy.

We both know how that goes.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah, Mike?

OK, thanks. As I thought.

It's just that in certain situations we are required to follow protocol.

Now, Adele has informed me that you're planning a flight.

-Turkey.

-Turkey, right.

And will there be people to meet you from the flight?

My boyfriend.

But I'm old enough to fly without an accompanied adult.

Can tell time and everything.

It's just that sometimes these people, they aren't...

By these people, do you mean Turkish people?

No! Yes, well, not Turkish people specifically.

I think what Mr Griffin means is

that sometimes these people are not who they seem.

Your boyfriend, what does he do?

-He sells T-shirts.

-With slogans on?

Sometimes, I guess. What's this about?

Does he tell you that he loves you? That he needs you...

Do you communicate via social media?

-Yes.

-What if something happened to him?

-I wonder if you're fully aware of...

-What if he died?

Why's he going to die?

No, I think we're getting ahead of ourselves here.

I think what Nurse Effanga means is that...

Oh. My. Gosh.

If he was to die a martyr, you mean?

Oh, my gosh. You think I'm... You think he's...

Hang on, hang on. No-one said anything about...

You think I'm being groomed to join a terrorist organisation?

I can't believe this.

How did you...? How...? This is wrong. Get me your manager!

Hafsa, I'm sorry, but...

I'm sorry. Get me the person I need to report this to, now, please.

And now I'm going have to explain to Mr Hanssen

why I allow a student nurse to talk me...

I feel like we should do something?

He can't just come back on the first day and do that.

What, you want to go in there?

Don't worry about Adele, she's tougher than she looks.

What was all that about?

You all right?

I'm fine.

You sure?

Would you just stop.

Why is everyone so obsessed with pitying me?

I'm not that person.

What's that?

That's what you'd call bad timing.

Morven, crash team there, please.

Is he OK?

He'll be fine.

Sorry. He must only be my age.

All of them. But, I suppose they're violent, so...

There are some bad people in this world, Billy.

And violent people, they...

You all right?

-I don't feel good.

-It's all right. It's OK.

I don't want to die.

You're not going to die, Billy,

but you might have had a reaction to something,

and we'll need to find out why.

I'm supposed to be playing pool tonight.

-They'll have to wheel me round the table.

-A bit of a hustler, eh?

Well, not for money, but I, erm...

I play for my girl.

Her and her friend come and watch me play.

-I'm pretty good.

-You've got a girl, have you?

Well...

kind of.

You know how it is.

Bet you were cute in your day.

Pretty face.

That's quite enough of that, thank you.

"Accused my boyfriend of being a terrorist,

"assumed his T-shirts were fundamentalist propaganda

"and that he was grooming me to partake in terrorist activities.

"Insulted the entire Turkish race."

Oh, that's pure slander. I said nothing of the sort.

Look, what can I say? It was an error of judgment.

A pardonable error.

One that some people will take great pleasure in reminding me of.

Maybe I came back too soon.

Well, Mr Griffin, if you need...

No.

No, I'm fine. I need to be here.

Well, it goes without saying that an apology will be made

to Miss Ali by you both, and I will accompany you.

But what concerns me most is this blame element.

-Miss Effanga...

-Oh, it wasn't blame, as such.

It was merely another stain in an otherwise

permanently blotted copy book.

Look, Henrik, I have high standards

and I demand high standards of others and I think...

Miss Effanga has been through a lot recently.

Well, we all have our issues,

but there's no need to bring them to the workplace.

Quite.

In this case, I would be grateful if you'd hear me out.

Please, take a seat.

Here.

-Have a sift through Sweden.

-Oh! I'm readin' the Sweden.

Anything over six foot, but nobody too active.

I don't want to spend my Sundays on a soggy sports fields.

You really have thought of everything.

Now that I've got my favourite sperm nerd doing the boring stuff,

I can scout for the right facial dimensions.

Sperm nerd?

Oh, me? Yes, yes. Oh, absolutely.

I haven't had this much fun with a catalogue

since I was tall enough for Argos.

What a shame they don't do dads.

-Yeah, right?

-I'll have Daddy number 31745, please, and a lawn mower.

Is that something you want?

A father for your child?

Well, I want my kid to be loved.

And, yeah, it would be nice if they have someone they can trust and look up to.

I suppose it would be good if he could make me laugh

while he was doing it.

PAGER BEEPS

Ooh, maybe I should try South American.

I do love a good Brazilian.

You going to be hitting the dance floor early tonight?

2016 waits for no-one.

After my display at Christmas, I think maybe

I should leave the dancing to the youngsters.

"Youngsters." Uh-oh.

Time to reflect on another year gone swiftly past?

Something like that.

I notice a certain policeman is still hanging around.

Addicted to his work.

Just like someone else that I know.

Two peas.

So, what's stopping you?

Me. I'm stopping me.

Not every man is as...

Edward is in the past.

I know.

So, what have you got to lose?

Oh, cruel Mistress Time.

MUSIC: Da Ya Think I'm Sexy by Rod Stewart

You are a fine figure of a man, Derwood Thompson.

Don't let anyone tell you anything otherwise.

Now go get 'em, champ! Wah!

What do you reckon, Mo Effanga?

Shall we?

Say what now?

But it makes perfect sense!

It does, I mean, you know, I've seen my face

and it's fairly symmetrical.

I'm average to above average intelligence.

La la la la la la la la.

-Mo, I'm serious.

-Yeah, I can tell by your cologne.

I smell good, too. That's another thing, right?

Where on earth did you get the idea that this could be a perfect solution?

Derwood! Ew.

No, but, Mo, we wouldn't actually have to have...

Even with the world's longest syringe!

You want to put your sperm in me?

Do you know what? I've probably got premium swimmers down there

cos I've worn loose boxer shorts every day since I was ten years old.

-And that's your clincher?

-At least think about it, will you?

Cardiac arrest!

Patient is in VF.

Saturation 80.

There you go.

Charger to 150.

Clear.

Charging again.

Clear.

Normal sinus rhythm restored.

Right, she's too young to have a cardiac arrest.

Let's fast track that echo.

Nurse Effanga, may I have a word, please?

Jane, would you mind...?

How can I help you, Mr Griffin?

You can accept my apology.

OK.

I hadn't realised what you've been through recently and,

well, I had no idea.

What I've been through? Who told you that?

He had no right to do that.

Look, I might be out of order for saying this,

but you clearly have an agenda.

Remind Hanssen of what a top surgeon

you are, couple of high stakes ops and the power is back with you.

You're off Keller and back on AAU where the action is

and I'm scuppering that.

Shall we?

Nurse Effanga doesn't have to be here. This was my mistake.

How is he?

Your boy?

SHE CRIES

Hi, er...

Robbie, can I... Can we talk?

He knows her. Billy. He knows the girl.

Ah, yes, I did wonder.

Look, I just...

I ran the plates on the bike. It's nicked.

Oh, right. OK, well, we can deal with that when he's better.

No, you're not listening to me, Serena. He's involved.

He doesn't know a thing about bikes. He's a con-artist.

-He's a boy recovering from a serious accident...

-Ah, you're right.

..and I would rather you left him alone now, please.

I'm not leaving anything.

Excuse me?

Oi, you two.

You together?

What? No.

-I'm with Joe.

-Robbie, that's enough.

-Get him away from us.

-What you got there?

-Oi!

-Arrgh!

Ms Campbell, LFT's are deranged.

BP's crashing. Excuse me.

OK, you really shouldn't be here, Inspector Medcalf.

Can we get a crash CT here, please?

Could you please leave?

Lola, do you know if Billy might have taken something?

No. He don't... It's not him.

My hope is that we can put it all down to a misunderstanding.

And you all feel this way?

I'm sure Mr Griffin would like to apologise for his very

uncharacteristic lapse of judgment.

Absolutely. I apologise, Hafsa. It was fundamentally...

Hafsa?

SHE SCREAMS

Temperature and pulse both high. Abdomen quite rigid.

Nurse! What do you think, fluid on the belly?

I think we're looking at a rupture. We need to get an ultrasound, please, as fast as you can.

We need to get her into theatre. Hafsa!

I just want to find out when Billy Marr was admitted.

I'm sorry, I can't give out any information.

Why? Just the time.

Excuse me.

What do I have to do to get you to stop bothering my staff and my patients?

I'm not bothering anyone. I'm just doing my job.

Inspector Medcalf. The glass, it was brown.

Right.

The glass she's been pulling from Billy Marr's hands.

Right, and who asked you to go looking for this?

Brown glass, Serena. Bottle glass.

The same bottle glass they've been extracting from Joe Butler's neck.

So, you went behind my back?

-Serena, Billy Marr is the one who...

-Billy Marr is a scared,

skinny teenager. That boy is a thug

-and if you knew anything about the dynamics of...

-Oh, really.

You going to start questioning my judgment as police officer now?

Right.

How dare you?

How dare you come into my ward, antagonise my patients,

and then accuse them of violence?

This is a serious crime, Serena.

Wrong again. This is a serious injury

and right now these are patients, not criminals,

so you can take your arrogant, judgmental finger-pointing and...

All right, if it's not me, it'll just be another officer.

Someone is responsible and I just want to find out...

You, nothing. You have been trying to undermine me all day!

Now, I trusted you to keep your nose out

and that you really wanted to be here for Joe, so that's...

You know what? You can just get out.

Now.

Ms Campbell, erm...

Can I talk to you? It's about Billy.

I assume we're not waiting for Mr Levy or Mr Law?

What for? No time for a barbershop quartet.

I just thought we were doing this laparoscopically.

This has to be done open, because if the aneurism bursts...

It was just that, Mr Levy had said he'd be up for supervising me

on the next gall bladder removal.

With this level of infection?

It does look quite inflamed.

It does, doesn't it?

So, please, can we have a little quiet?

-It's so bad, you can't see...

-I can't see the Calot's triangle.

So, how are you going to remove it?

Patience, dear boy.

Patience.

You've been acting differently.

How would you know?

I hardly see you any more.

At the garages, Billy.

When I caught you at the garages, you were hiding something.

Billy, this is serious.

I don't know why you would say something like that.

Because I'm worried about you.

Steroids.

-I've been taking steroids.

-Stupid.

How else could I compete with him?

What else could I do?

ALARM SOUNDS

-What's happening?

-He's crashing.

Joe! He can't breathe.

Airway's compromised.

Bleeding into his soft tissues. We need to get him intubated.

-Get him into theatre.

-Billy, I know you was there.

Please don't tell me this was you?

This is why you wanted us to move you, wasn't it?

I didn't mean for this to happen.

Have I killed him?

Raf! I'm coming with you.

Look, can you just take her into my office, please?

Call security, but no police. Not yet.

It's so difficult to see.

-I mean, how can you...?

-Time for the subtotal cholecystectomy,

don't you think?

Well, I've never seen a partial removal in person,

let alone under these circumstances.

Well, they're rare-ish,

but they do happen.

Clippers.

It's simple when you know how.

Knife, please.

Baby is fine.

You've got a strong one there.

But your echo shows an ASD,

which is a hole in your heart that didn't close at birth.

So, we're going to have to operate to fix that hole.

Yeah, and because of the risk to your unborn child...

We're going to have to operate now.

Samantha?

Ian's going to be fine.

-Yeah.

-Yeah, you said.

Nice name, that.

Ian.

It's not a typical baby's name, though.

-I'm not a typical mum.

-Ah, you see, you read my mind, there.

No, Ian's the dad.

Bit complicated because...

..he's my best friend's husband.

Gosh.

Erm,

well, no judgment here.

When she found out he was having an affair,

I kept quiet.

I painted him out as a villain.

She never knew that it was me.

He lied for me and I turned on him.

And does he know that you're pregnant?

I moved away before anyone could find out.

You remind me a bit of him, actually.

-Really?

-Kind, patient, honest.

I mean, granted, he's way better looking than you, but...

We...

We made a huge mistake, sure...

..but we were in love.

I had to get away because I just

couldn't pretend to hate him any more.

So you've invented this

man-hater persona?

But he's one of the good ones.

I don't know what I was thinking.

It was just a rush of blood and...

-I'm sorry.

-Sorry? You're sorry?

He's not who you think he is. Joe's good to me.

-I know he is.

-Well, then why, Billy?

Because he was there.

Because he took you away from me.

Let's go and wait over here.

Just because Batman and Robin are friends,

it doesn't mean that Robin knows exactly what dog Batman wants.

Right let's take her off bypass, shall we?

Robin works with dogs every day.

If you're going to trust somebody to train the right dog for Batman,

it's got to be Robin, right?

Just cos Robin knows how to breed dogs doesn't mean he can train them.

So, Batman is happy for Robin to do all the leg work,

for him to make sure the dog is healthy

and that the kennel is in tip-top condition,

but when it comes to choosing the right dog for Batman,

he's just going to ignore Robin altogether.

-Is that what you're saying?

-Batman flies solo.

Yeah, I'm not suggesting that Robin wants to move into the Batcave!

Would you two shut the hell up? I know what you are talking about.

Just take his semen, would you? Good catch.

ALARM SOUNDS

-We've got an airlock.

-100% oxygen. We need to ventilate these lungs.

OK. Are we on it?

Baby?

Stable, but we need to move quickly.

Come on, Samantha. We're all working for you.

Phew.

Holy recovery, Batman!

How are you feeling?

Like I wish I was flying.

Well, I'm sorry you're going to miss your flight,

but I'm sure you can book another one.

It's a festival. If I don't go, they'll leave without me.

And probably Parvez.

My boyfriend.

I'm sure you can see him after your exams.

Parvez is married.

I mean, he's promised he's going to leave her.

It's just...

I thought this festival might be...

-I don't know.

-Hafsa. You can do better than a married man.

Sorry, Mr Griffin.

Actually, I have to agree with Nurse Effanga.

Don't go down that road, whatever you do.

You seem like such a bright young woman.

I know, but I just wanted to be the other type for once.

My mum's got so much riding on me, the model student.

I do my homework, I help out at home, I visit family...

My whole life is planned out to the smallest detail.

And my dad,

he's more scared of her than I am.

I love her so much. I just...

You just wanted to break out,

find your own way.

Rebel.

-I think all children want that.

-No, not rebellion.

Control.

I just wanted to choose what happens to me, for once.

And you have.

It takes bravery to force a change.

And now you know that you've got it in you,

you're a smart girl, you can channel it to the right things.

Look, forget about Parvez. You've got what you needed from him.

Now it's time to start again, but better.

He's going to be OK.

I'm sorry.

Everything is ruined.

Well, you're still young.

You've got time on your side.

You can get through this.

But I did a bad thing.

Yes, you did, but that's your first serious offence.

That's bound to help.

And how would you know what...?

I'm sorry, it's just...

Billy, just listen to her.

No, no. No, he's right.

But, erm...

..I may know someone you can talk to.

Supposed to be playing the White Horse again tonight.

Eight ball.

I miss you watching me.

Can you forgive me?

I mean, not yet, but...

I'm so sorry.

We should take you to go and see him now.

Can you do anything?

He just made a mistake.

You can still have a future.

Just don't let the past dictate it.

Adele.

I owe you an apology.

A proper one.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry I batted the first one away.

I had just found out I've failed my assignment.

Assignment?

My critical analysis assignment.

Ah, I'm sorry to hear that.

Look, I'm feeling a bit out of place right now.

It's going to take a while to readjust.

I know.

-You know?

-Mm-hm.

I don't know if I came back too early.

I don't know if I should have come back at all.

What do the others think?

Tell me.

Well, Dominic is in awe of you.

Jesse is wearing a suit to be like you.

Sacha set up that stupid board system to impress you.

Look, you have nothing to prove to them.

And you?

Welcome back to Keller, Mr Griffin.

It's Hafsa Ali. I think it's the aneurism.

We're going to need Doctor Law and Mr Levy on this. Everyone.

Hafsa Ali?

-How many times have you done a triple A repair?

-Never.

-Now's your chance.

-Sacha? Yes?

Hafsa Ali, abdominal aortic aneurism.

You have the experience and they want it and I think they deserve it.

You're not coming in?

Oh, I think you guys are more than up for it, don't you?

Where's old Blue Eyes today?

Mexico apparently. Navel gazing in a hammock somewhere.

Not that you're in any way jealous.

-Is that what I think it is?

-Depends what you're hoping for.

Is there a white cup on that table.

Derwood Thompson.

Looks pretty official to me

and a very generous specimen.

All right, Zosia!

Zosia, I am going to turn around really slowly

and when I do I want to know that is in the deepest, darkest bin

that this kitchen has got.

Oh, my gosh! It's fully grown!

This is egg nog!

It's New Year. Do you want some?

Mo, listen, please.

I know that I'm not Swedish or Californian or anything like that,

and, yes, I'll give you all the scientific help

and advice that you need,

but this offer is something I've given serious thought to

-for a while now.

-I didn't ask you to do that.

-I know.

I'm not talking romantically or anything like that

because that is, you know, it's done.

I'm talking about being that figure you want,

that person your child can have around whenever you want.

And you can read all the catalogues, look at all the stats, Mo,

but why gamble on trying to find a good one,

when a sure-fire cert is stood right in front of you now?

Look, remember, I'm always Batman.

Oh, Mo!

Brilliant! We're going to be fantastic at this!

Well, what do you know.

Must be a bit of gossip around cos my kid's stopped kicking.

Wonderful.

You look wonderful.

Oh, leave it out. I look like crap.

Is there any chance of a spruce up?

Got to do a Skype call later.

What? Did you get in touch?

I'm still going to have this kid alone,

but you've got to give the dad the chance.

Well, amen to that.

I'll get a nurse to help you.

We're really going to do this?

I spoke with Billy.

He's OK. He's stronger than he looks.

Thank you. He knows he's got to pay for it.

I just wanted him to talk to someone who's seen it all before,

make it seem less... Anyway, thanks.

I owe you one.

Right, well, er...

Good luck with everything.

Hm, maybe see you at the next emergency.

Happy New Year, Serena.

You have quite a team here, Mr Levy.

Quite a patient, too, I would say.

Yes, real fighter this one.

Well, it looks as if next week is going to be operation-free after all.

Never looked forward to an exam so much in my life.

Hey.

Adele.

Thank her for me, would you?

Tell her...

Tell her Hafsa Ali says it's good to know strong women can be kind, too.

Did you see the way I controlled the bleed?

I turned it around in seconds.

Oh, please, man. That stemosis was the best thing about the whole...

You were both fantastic. You were both fantastic.

Mr Griffin, he makes the people happy.

Adele.

Listen, this critical analysis assignment.

Next time, if there's anything I can do to help...

Mentor me?

If you though that might be helpful, I'd be very happy to...

Mr Griffin, are you kidding me?

I'd love that. Yes, please.

Excellent.

Well, that's settled then.

And, erm, there's a young lady back there

who thinks that you're all right.

You might want to say goodbye.

PHONE RINGS

Dom, yes, I'm on my way. I'm coming.

MUSIC: Celebration by Kool And the Gang

Eggnog!

Sorry, but I think I made a bit of a mess of things today

and I'm not the sort of person who makes a mess.

-Usually I...

-You clear the messes up?

Come out with me. See the real me.

You don't have to say anything, but...

But anything I do say may be given in evidence?

I've just bought a round.

Right, well...

..I owe you one.

Shall we?

-What about your dodgy back?

-Oh, no, no, no. It's fine.

I'm just being a hypochondriac.

Well, I don't want a hypochondriac baby.

Obviously, I'm completely fine.

Anyway, you wouldn't understand. It's a dads' thing.

You're the biological father remember, not Daddy.

Yeah, but I can still do biological dad things with it, right?

I mean, I can read to it. I can play catch with it.

You're right, you better do the catching.

Hey!

BOTH: I've got news!

# They let me know you were gone

# Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you

# I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song

# Just can't remember who to send it to. #

I'm bored of singing on my own.

SIRENS

# I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend. #