Arthur is pushed to the limit when he tries to win Morven's affections. How does Ollie feel when Zosia is offered a research internship in Edinburgh?
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-I'm trying to work.
-We haven't had a chance to talk since...
-According to you, I'm naive.
-I didn't say that, but...
Let's keep things professional.
If you really want to change sex, you're going to
have to face that conversation at some stage.
You've got to understand - you're still my little g...
You don't have to go through this alone.
-You've been at it again.
The scales don't lie. You've been pinching my cereal again.
You know, you've been incredibly tetchy recently, Diggers.
That's hardly surprising when you have
a total and blatant disregard for house rules!
Right. What is actually eating you?
My spidey senses are telling me that this is something to do with
a certain beautiful but somewhat geeky junior doctor.
What - no text? No Christmas card?
Least she didn't rob you blind.
Look, I'm sorry about what happened with Lee.
Don't even mention it, OK?
It's better that I discovered that he's lowlife scum now
as opposed to at the altar.
Come on, what's going on with you?
Tell Uncle Dom. You know he hates it when you internalise.
Right... We had this sort of like a nearly kiss
but then I froze and panicked, and we parted and now there's
just this sort of impenetrable void of icy...awkwardness.
Right, and have you spoken to her about this?
About the incident?
Incident? You're referring to your first kiss with her as an incident?
Look what the pox-ridden tom cat dragged in!
Like we never pulled you out of the gutter.
Oh, I guess we're all licking our wounds this morning.
As my dear old mother used to say,
-in order to get over a man you need to get under one.
-There is no man.
TEXT ALERT BEEPS
SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE
Amazing what a bit of make-up can do for a girl.
Been a tad party central over the holidays, have we?
Just an impromptu night out, you know how it is.
No. No, actually, you probably don't.
You been drinking again?
In moderation. What do you care?
And where do you get off lecturing me when you just
disappear to Mexico for two weeks without so much as a word?!
It was a good friend's wedding, spur of the moment thing.
I just had to pack and...
When did my holiday destinations have anything to do with you, anyway?
So you had your plus-one sorted out then, did you?
-'Lift going down.'
It was just a kiss. Festive spirit and all that.
So a professional faux pas at the office party?
Did we photocopy our body parts as well, cos I can't remember.
-Can I see you in my office, Dr March?
You know what, it's fine.
We've been dancing around each other for months now.
You've dipped your toe in and you didn't like it.
I get it, no biggie.
Let's just be professional and crack on, shall we?
Not really sure I'm cut out for orienteering races.
I don't know what Hanssen's thinking sending us on this.
For the 20K research grant at stake,
he must think we're up to the task.
Speak for yourself.
Austin Shreve -
eminent research scientist, explorer, inventor,
and seemingly all-round cool dude.
-No relation, is he?
Well, you're a fibber.
According to this, he has two sons and a daughter called Morven.
Why have you never told us about your lineage?
Who cares? with Daddy on board, the 20k is pretty much ours.
Look, keep your voices down.
Please, let me tell you, we're in for a rough ride today.
Great. Not a daddy's girl, then?
I love the man to bits but he always taught my brothers and I
to stand on our own two feet, forge our own paths, to earn respect.
And you've pretty much just quoted the blurb on the website.
Well, it's got me this far.
I don't need preferential treatment just because of who my dad is.
You're Arthur Digby, aren't you?
Christian Knight, Papworth Hospital.
I finished behind you in the Young Doctor of the Year competition.
Hope you don't mind my earwigging. Are you Austin Shreve's daughter?
Ah, no, no, that was just a little tactical ruse
to wind up the opposition.
And you fell for it hook, line and sinker.
Gosh, what's that awful stench?
I might have been a bit liberal with the cologne this morning.
You never know who you're going to meet on these things.
The joint research venture with the Edinburgh Institute
is something of a coup for us.
They're working on new heart valve tech to save living tissue
rather than replace it
and when they told me that they had a clinical placement available
I instantly thought of you.
I thought you'd jump at the opportunity.
Sorry, I haven't been feeling myself lately.
Something that's not gone unnoticed. Is your bipolar affecting you?
Just some slight symptoms. Feeling anxious at times.
Well, then, maybe a six-month research sabbatical
is exactly what you need.
Can I have some time to think about it?
It's an appointment with immediate effect.
I promised their clinical director an answer by the end of the day.
Ah, the Holby City contingent, I presume?
Mr Shreve, I am a huge admirer of all of your achievements.
And what might they be?
Uh, well, your recent ground-breaking research
into cancer, climbing K2 twice.
And your archaeological dig at Persepolis.
You must be Dominic Copeland.
The social butterfly determined to network his way to the top.
Mr Hanssen's words, not mine.
Don't worry, I take people at face value and make my own opinions.
Mr Shreve, I'm...Arthur Digby.
THE Arthur Digby? Morven's former brilliant mentor,
and the man who almost made her
give up on an illustrious medical career.
Erm, yes, that's me, yeah.
Welcome to the competition.
Well, thank you very much, Hanssen.
-"I love your work! I love your work!"
I told Hanssen that in confidence.
Why would he betray us like that?
Arthur, actually, I think... Well, I know that was me.
I speak to my dad almost every day.
I'm sorry, we have no secrets.
Young girl's been brought up from AAU with vascular swelling
and shortness of breath.
I'll do the initial consult, you can take over.
-Oh! The prodigal son returns!
How are you? How's the...?
Timmy's doing very well, thank you.
-How's the baby?
-Not a baby any more.
You know him?
Let's just say he helped me out in my hour of need.
Carmel, I see you've had...
Are you for real?!
I've just had this out with your mob downstairs.
Carl is a trans patient waiting for gender reassignment.
We apologise for the mistake.
I'll do everything I can to get your records amended. Now...
Take that look off your face, I'm not some kind of freak show!
That's enough now. Doctor didn't mean anything by it.
I know him. I'll take it from here, thank you.
Report back to me.
Carl, lean forward for me -
I'm going to have a listen to your chest.
How do you know Lexy?
She put a roof over my head.
And she makes a mean Pot Noodle.
Carl barely lasted a month at home with his father.
The transphobia he suffered at school was terrible.
He dropped out eventually, couldn't take it any more.
Then he ended up with us at the hostel.
Ignorance before acceptance?
It's hard for people to understand.
They prefer to shun.
His father included.
Really? I thought his father was quite accepting.
That wasn't really the problem.
He just thought Carl was throwing his education away,
wasting his life on a dream.
And how's he coping?
Oh, don't worry about him,
I've never known anyone as single-minded to a goal as he is.
But he won't settle till he passes.
It's a trans term.
You know, when you consistently pass as your chosen gender.
When the world doesn't see you as some sort of circus act any more.
It's all he wants.
Forgive the outburst earlier.
I'm sure you understand.
So how are you, since you rescued your faith?
I am not sure I have entirely,
but others need me, so I do what I can.
Speaking of which, hope you don't mind me asking.
What is still troubling you?
Those baby blues can't lie, Mr Valentine.
Nothing you can help me with this time.
Mind if I join you?
So beautiful out here, isn't it?
My dad used to take me
and my brothers everywhere when we were kids.
Big adventures all over the world.
I had 56 stamps in my passport by the time I was 16.
He was a good dad to you, then?
God, yeah. More than you can say for my mother.
She walked out when I was eight.
Sorry to hear that.
Don't be. I'm glad that she left.
I... I think...
I think maybe we could use a chat. About us.
OK. Us isn't happening, Arthur.
I don't need anyone that's half-hearted in my life.
I've got my career to focus on now. And...
I can't let myself
or my dad down by letting a silly little crush get the better of me.
HUNTING HORN BLOWS
Five minutes to go, guys.
I really want to win this today.
Yeah, well, we'll certainly try.
No, trying's not good enough.
I need a winner's mentality from you and Dom.
Do you understand me?
This is where you've been hiding.
LOCKER DOOR CLANGS
I just needed a minute.
Carl Ryland has been brought back in.
Abnormal heart rhythms.
Jac's rubbed him up the wrong way. I could really use your help.
I really shouldn't have taken off like that and left you hanging.
I feel like I owe you some sort of apology.
No chocolates? No flowers?
You really think you mean that much to me?
Well, if that's the case, then it's probably best
I gave you some space.
Jac's offered me an internship in Edinburgh.
When would you be leaving?
It's an immediate posting.
Let's put our little differences behind us
and make sure this is a great last day for you.
I haven't agreed to it yet.
You'd be stupid not to.
See you on the ward.
HUNTING HORN BLARES
And make sure all the caches are in place.
Ah, Dr Copeland. What brings you here?
I just wanted to apologise for earlier.
I take it you know who Morven is?
She felt comfortable enough to impart that information to us, yes.
-Just myself and Dr Digby.
Please don't worry, Mr Shreve, we all look after her.
That's good to hear as she's still very much my little girl
and I can get fearfully protective.
That makes you and my mother - a very proud lioness.
Tell me about Arthur.
Arthur? Erm. OK, well, we live together...
Not in the biblical sense, obviously, cos he's... I'm...
The truth, please. What kind of a man is he?
Well, he is a star student.
Slash amazing doctor, slash great guy.
-That's not what I asked you.
He's my closest friend.
If truth be told, a better friend to me
than I am to him.
But we've been through a lot together.
-And we look out for each other.
-Do you trust him?
With my life.
Good answer, Dr Copeland.
Ladies and gentlemen, gather round, please.
The task is a race against time.
As a team you need to find and photograph
three cached items as noted on your OS grids
and return to camp with the evidence.
Two statues, one word game.
You will have a map, a compass and a digital camera.
Leave your mobile phones with us - they will be returned to you.
Let me warn you now. I cannot abide cheats.
I have found in life
wit and ingenuity are more than a match for brawn and dexterity.
Now here comes the catch.
In two hours, a hunt will begin.
You are the prey.
Two hits, and you will be declared dead
and officially out of the competition.
One last thing. Each team must keep alive a chicken.
Don't even think about returning without it.
No chicken, no research grant.
You were alone in the woods in an idyllic setting
and you didn't so much as get a kiss?
Call me old-fashioned,
but I think that's classed as sexual harassment.
Ladies and gentlemen, I don't have to tell you
that there is £20,000 at stake here.
I don't think that's all that's at stake.
Your ex future father-in-law was quizzing me on you earlier.
Right, eyes on the prize. This is my one chance to impress.
And you're going to do this for me. Do you understand?!
Yes, I understand.
Because we are Holby.
So, I've been doing a bit of digging.
Your name's Morven Elizabeth Shreve.
I realise how hard it must be for you coming from such high-end stock.
People thinking strings are being pulled.
I get the same with my old man.
Sometimes wish I hadn't followed in his footsteps.
Well, thank you for understanding.
When this is done, we could compare parental horror stories
if you fancy a glass of vino or seven.
No, no, she doesn't. Oh, look, we got a chicken.
Excuse me, Arthur, I think I can speak for myself.
You up for losers buy the beer, big man?
No offence, but you've got no chance on a foot race.
He does have a point. He's got quite tight thighs.
Look. Carl Ryland's bloods.
SGOT, SGPT levels are raised...
SVT - you think there's something wrong with the mitral valve?
There's only one way to find out.
MRI scan and chest X-ray, please.
Ollie? So what's the deal with Lexy?
It's nice to be able to talk to someone that you trust sometimes,
I met Lexy when I was in a dark place over Tara.
She opened my eyes a little, gave me some motivation, that's all.
So you scampered to the other side of the world, as usual?
I had to go somewhere.
Everything in this place reminded me of her.
So why did you come back?
For my surgery...
I fully admit that I had some demons that I had to deal with and...
I've been there and I've done that.
So what exactly is making you stay now?
I don't mean this in any nasty way,
and it was tragic what happened between you Tara,
but I don't think you're ever going to get over her, are you?
Can we please slow the pace down?
All this jiggling is making Henricketta nervous.
No, we need to pick up the pace.
We need to keep ahead of the pack.
Oh, for the love of... I've just trodden in a squirrel toffee!
She's right, Dom. Let's keep moving.
Anyone else feel like this is all very Blair Witch?
It's giving me the creeps.
We're barely two miles from camp.
If you haven't got anything to bring to the table,
I suggest you go back to the base. Me and Arthur can do this.
-Well, that would be fine by me.
-Why don't we split up?
There's a cache to the west of here.
Then there's one to the north, which is a word search with
multiple letters to find, so me and Morven could do that one -
easier with two.
Great. It sounds like a good plan.
OK, geniuses, but we have one compass, one camera.
There's nothing in the rules about how many of those we took.
-Right, that's your heading,
so mark the trees in a straight line then follow them on the way back.
We'll see you back here in an hour. Good work, Diggers.
Right, come on!
If you wanted alone time, you could've just said.
Could have saved me a lot of hassle.
Apart from the hormone suppressants and the Warfarin
you were prescribed, have you been taking any other medication?
I think I learnt my lesson from last time.
Your scans show tricuspid valve regurgitation,
something that wasn't present less than three months ago.
We're just trying to find out what's causing it.
I know. I'm sorry, I know you're just looking out for me.
What is it, exactly?
The valve isn't closing properly. The heart is pumping,
but the blood is restricted in its flow.
Does that mean I need more surgery?
We can continue to treat you medically
but I'm afraid it's not the sort of condition that will heal itself...
But how is this going to affect my trans hormone treatment?
I'll give Endocrinology a call, but I think it would be prudent
for you to put your treatment on hold until your heart is stronger.
It's not the end, it's just a postponement.
So what now? You fix me again
and then something goes wrong...and then what?
I'm not sure how much longer I can take this.
We will be doing everything we can to get your treatment
back on schedule. OK?
Does he need a psych evaluation?
Do we need to assess his mental state?
It's probably best that he comes to terms with it all first.
A psych evaluation might push him over the edge.
Are you all right?
Fine, yeah. Sorry, I just didn't realise how stressful organising
a leaving card and a collection at such short notice would be.
You are coming later, right?
-Leaving drinks, Albie's, legend, shots.
Is there any history of heart failure within her family?
Nothing that HE knew about, no.
We need to find out what's caused this.
Possibly a backlash to his testosterone self-medication?
Perhaps, but I'd have expected you
to pick that up on HIS first admission.
Yes, well, if you look at the earlier scans
you'll see that it wasn't the case.
Then I suggest a stress echocardiogram
and hormone assessment.
Fine. I'll get on it.
Before you go and do my bidding, would you like to explain to me
exactly what's going on between you and Zosia?
I offered her a dream posting
and she looks as though I've just told her she has terminal measles.
You've slept with her, haven't you?
Answer the question!
Jeremy Paxman called. He wants his act back.
Don't waste my time.
I fail to see what business this is of yours.
If it affects the efficiency of this department, it is my business.
-And now she wants more and you're messing with her head.
I'm doing nothing of the sort!
Workplace romance, same ward, your junior.
Didn't seem to bother you with Jonny.
Do you even like her?
You going to work with the vowels first, yeah?
All yours, Vorderman.
You went home for Christmas?
Of course. Why, didn't you?
Did you talk to your dad about me?
What did he say?
He said, "Men are moved by two levers only -
"fear and self-interest."
That's a Napoleon quote.
You know what? I was young and in love recently.
I know, I know, I'm still young.
But the clock is ticking.
I'm not going to look this fabulous forever, am I?
Don't get me wrong, I like my own company.
Just would be quite nice to share it with someone every once in a while.
Arthur and Morven sitting in a tree
Is that why you've gone cold on me?
Cos Daddy didn't approve, so I get the old heave-ho?
I make my own decisions, Arthur.
Anyway, I thought we'd put this matter to bed.
Can we just get on with this so we can move on?
There must be some more letters... somewhere. Erm...
You're so pathetic.
Say "hot wings".
It's all yours. I'll see you back at the ranch.
Where's the rest of your team?
What, Morven, you mean?
I'm just making conversation.
Look, I'm trying to play Cupid here
and you, you are just a big fat huge slice of temptation.
So can I ask you in the politest way possible but can you just back off?
No, I get it.
Well, just pinky promise you won't look at her. Not even sideways?
I'd prefer a handshake.
Oh, just swear on the chicken's life. Excuse me.
How dare you talk about my dad like that?!
But you two are allowed to discuss my faults at length?
What are you doing?
My relationship with my father is sacrosanct
and I can talk to him about anything I choose to,
and that's you included.
Oi, it's Brad, Ange...
So Christian here was kind enough to lead me back,
and he was hoping maybe we could reciprocate the goodwill.
-You guys solved the riddle?
-Yeah, I might have, yeah.
If you give us the answer thus saving us time against the other teams,
we'll give you a head start, making it a two-horse race.
And you've agreed to this?
Well, not in so many words.
Well, then it's a no-deal.
-I'm sorry, I didn't realise she was so ridiculously competitive.
What the hell are you doing?!
Why would you do that?
Who's going to win the foot race NOW...?
Don't think this ends here.
You've drawn a line in the sand.
HUNTING HORNS BLARE
Bring up the dogs.
So the hunt's begun. You two keep heading north
and I'll distract those hounds.
We'll talk about your dubious ethics after.
-Well, bravo, Diggers, this is going marvellously(!)
Here, boys! Come on, boys!
Felix! Frodo! Come on follow me!
So your legs are swollen.
How long have you been feeling tenderness in your breasts?
About a week now. What's that about?
Well, it could be the hormone treatment.
But I still haven't got the drugs, if that day ever happens.
Your passage to freedom!
Roll on that day.
Any other symptoms?
Well, I keep getting this funny taste in my mouth.
Comes and goes.
Carl, is there any chance you might be pregnant?
The mother is the priority.
He's young, there'll be other chances to have a child.
You don't get it. Once he starts this hormone treatment,
all chances of having a baby on his own will be gone.
You truly don't understand what he's going through, do you?
Carl is just some messed-up kid who's seeking attention
wherever he can get it.
That isn't what the psych assessment said.
-Why don't you take it up with them?
Get someone over from Obs & Gynae
and we will do what we can for him when we know more.
He's in VF. We need the paddles on quickly.
-He was just chatting away, and then...
Charge to 150.
Nope. Amiodrone and Atropone, please.
Charge to 200.
Come on, boys!
Come on, we've got to keep going, she'll be back soon.
Wit and ingenuity beats brawn and dexterity every time.
Those were Austin's exact words, I believe!
Yes but I do believe he also mentioned
-a pathological hatred for cheats.
Look, I'm just saying, OK? It clearly runs in the family.
Are you going to tell me what actually went on
between you and Morven back there?
I've been a complete idiot today trying to talk her round and...
-And now she wants nothing more to do with me.
So what, are you assuming that Daddy
twisted the knife in over the Christmas period?
Great. That's why we're here, isn't it?
He wants to keep an eye on you to make sure it stays that way.
Pure conjecture, of course.
-Well, they're both bonkers enough.
It's either that or she is full of self-loathing and regret.
-Yeah, I think I prefer the first version.
-Come on, Diggers.
You need to man up. We can go out there and show him
exactly what we're made of.
Right, job done.
Hopefully that should keep the hunters busy for a bit.
One more cache to go and then we go face the music.
Come on, can we get a move on now, please?
Up your game, or let her go.
You're adamant you want to try and keep the baby?
What do you mean "try"?
There's an element of risk to both you and your child,
no matter what we do.
The use of anticoagulants post-op carry dangers
for your unborn child, but without it,
there's significant risk of stroke or embolism to yourself.
I want to keep this baby.
You think I'm crazy, don't you?
I think you have a very difficult decision to make,
given fairly straightforward elective surgery
-could well save your life.
-Have you heard yourself?
I just found out I'm pregnant.
You're supposed to be all smiles and happy-clappy.
We'll give you some time to think things through.
What would you do?
Save yourself. You'll have other options in the future.
It's not my kid, it's not the same.
Carl, this is your choice.
Whatever you decide to do, we'll all support you.
Tragic case. The foetus is viable.
Any thoughts on how we can keep them both alive?
Nothing, apart from careful monitoring post-op -
that's if the baby survives surgery, of course.
Just keep me posted.
I guess you've finally got it, then, what Carl's going through?
So I suppose it's up to us to find a solution.
Stop mooning after Zosia and start thinking.
Come on, Diggers. Snuggle in!
Right. Everyone say, "In your face, Hanssen!"
ALL: In your face, Hanssen!
Great. So it's a four-mile yomp back to the camp,
and then...good as won this thing.
Well, if we're not disqualified, that is.
Right, well, let's just get on with it and find out, shall we?
You know what, Morven?
You need to get off of this ivory tower your dad's put you on.
-He realises how much this means to you.
-Not by cheating.
No, but Hanssen told him to win by any means possible,
so he's just following orders.
-It's every man and chicken for himself!
We need to stick together!
Just thought it make a tactical sense there to save you.
Cos you're a bit faster than me.
Let's just get to the finish line, yeah?
So, teenage pregnancy, to add to my list of sins.
Fatherhood awaits. You've got all that to come.
Yeah. Bet I'm going to go down a storm on the maternity wing.
Do you have kids?
I haven't met the right guy yet.
Well, I'm sure you've got time. I don't.
You know what I mean!
Do you mind me asking, how did happen?
You're the doctor!
I had a wobble when I left home.
Was Dad right?
Was I sure about what I really wanted?
So you thought you'd try life as a woman?
Just for one night.
Are you going to tell the father?
It was a one-night stand.
I doubt he'll buy into this little scenario.
But don't worry.
I've got this covered, haven't I?
You can do this.
Finally, someone in my life who won't judge me.
I still can't quite get my head around that situation.
Transgender appeal isn't related to sexuality.
Carl is attracted to men, and probably always will be.
Passing yourself off as a guy, I understand,
but how's he going to form any relationships?
I suppose it will go along the lines of, "Oh, by the way, mate,
"I used to be a woman. You got a problem with that?"
-Doesn't take any prisoners, does he?
-No. No. He'll find someone.
Every yin has their yang, apparently.
Are we talking about pandas now?
No, but don't you ever think... Oh, sorry!
Don't you think that you'll find Mr Right?
Does he exist?
I, for one, happen to believe she's got to be out there. Somewhere.
Just a quick question, though.
For you, what's the worst thing about being single?
-Happy couples all loved up.
-Yeah, makes you sick, doesn't it?
What about you?
The thought that I'm not good enough for her...
Come on! Consultant's pay cheque, all your own front teeth?
Do you fancy me?
For the record, I'd say you're, you know, moderately attractive...
But the point is, how often is that attraction balanced?
How often do you find that perfect match?
True love in its purest form is such a rare thing.
I guess I'm looking for Nirvana in whatever form she comes.
-You're just saying you're picky.
I'm just looking for someone that accepts that I've got
rather smelly feet and that I spend my working day looking at lady bits.
It's easier said than done.
-Come on. Divide up. Two teams.
-We should move.
We've got no chance. They'll outrun us.
Head up west to the river.
What are we looking at?
Oh, my! What is that smell?
It's a dead rabbit. We're hoping the carcass will mask our scent.
She's in the rucksack.
Looking for this?
Whoa, whoa, whoa. OK. OK.
Don't do anything rash. Do not try and act out petty revenge.
When we're out of the competition because of him?!
I lost both my guys to the hunt looking for our hen.
Look, you can have my place in this team.
My actions were crass. I take full responsibility for them.
No need for that, old man.
It's why they gave us the birds in the first place.
-Fair play. You outfoxed us.
-Right. So what now?
I have a compass and a map.
Better I run with the winning team
than be an unmitigated failure to my father.
Come on, let's get off their radar. Come on!
The only option for Carl is a biological valve.
Less reliance on anti-coagulants.
That's a lifespan of ten years at max, five without Warfarin.
We just need to keep him going until the baby's born.
Then we can look at a more permanent fix.
OK. I'll bring it up at the MDT meeting
we have with Obs & Gynae. Just don't wedge yourself to it, Zosia.
You're giving up on him.
No, I just happen to think that Jac's right.
-He's risking both of their lives.
-It's what he wants!
No, it's what he wants right now.
This morning it was all about his transgender treatment.
Now it's the baby.
It's both. He's just prioritising.
You know what? I wish I had his focus.
Why are you so cold and emotionless in every aspect of your life?
Lexy was right about you. You live your life day to day...
It's what I have to do to get through.
Listen to yourself.
You've got to get over Tara.
I was under the impression that confession was sacrosanct.
Could it not just be written all over your face?
I heard you had come back under a cloud.
But you pulled your bootstraps up, and here you are.
You're all-seeing now, are you?
When you came back, did you feel shunned?
But I brought it on myself.
I wouldn't let anyone under the radar.
For fear of?
Being found out, I suppose.
I fell in love with Maxine
in the summer of '82.
Call it bi-curiosity.
Call it what you like.
All I knew was I'd found my soul mate.
We were happy.
Until The Lord, in his wisdom,
decided to take her from me.
That's when you turned to faith.
And that's why you've turned to work.
But please, learn from my mistake.
My days are full of life and hope...
..but my nights are as lonely as the grave.
Sometimes the best thing to hang onto in life is love itself.
Cos what are we without it?
Ow! That bloody hurt!
Go, go, go!
-No retreat, no surrender!
-That'll leave a bruise!
Well, I think Zosia's plan is our only realistic option for Carl.
A biological valve.
That doesn't negate the need for anticoagulants.
I don't think that Carl
will be able to carry the baby full-term with those.
Without them he could suffer stroke, embolism...
He's aware of the risks and he still wants to proceed.
I think we should respect his wishes.
I think I've found the solution.
Tricuspid valve clip inserted from her jugular vein
and close the valve at the central point.
It's non-invasive, minimal chance of losing the baby during surgery.
There's no precedence for a procedure like that.
As we know, the Edinburgh Institute is already looking into trials.
We would use a redesigned clip, admittedly,
but the theory is still sound.
We could put him on a lower dose of Heparin through the pregnancy
and then complete the replacement post-birth.
He's tachycardic, BP's raised, regurgitations getting worse.
OK. Increase oxygen.
Let's have a repeat of Amioderone, start him on potassium
and get him to theatre, no more talking.
The clip is the best possible option.
It'd be the best thing for Carl and the baby.
If it doesn't work, we are going back to a full valve replacement.
Get out there! Don't let them get away!
I used to have a recurring dream about this,
being chased by big burly men with dogs.
You have nightmares about this?
I didn't say nightmares.
Come on, guys. I think we need to split up.
No. I am done. I am done running.
What are you doing?
Look after her or I will skin you.
Let him go. He's buying us time.
-Take the chicken.
Now, don't argue with me.
-I'm going to go over there, make as much ruckus as I can.
-Come on, lads!
You can do better than that, you couldn't hit a barn door!
You're the best chance we have of winning this thing.
Not the face, not the face! I said not the face!
Let not his death have been in vain!
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
In the pink anorak. Try and head her off.
Mr Shreve, with all due respect,
I think we should send out a search party.
They should be back by now.
Trust me, Dr Copeland, I think I know my daughter, OK?
Get the hounds sorted.
-What the hell are you doing, sneaking up on me like that?!
I don't get it. How have the dogs lost our trail?
Dom stink. Sprayed it everywhere.
No. I think I've dislocated my shoulder.
OK, then this is over - I'm going to go get help.
No, don't go.
You're all the help I need.
Why did you trail me?
Because I care about you.
You should know that already.
And I didn't like the idea of a load of men with dogs
chasing you through the woods.
Even if one of them is your dad.
We caught this just in time, by the looks of things.
Carl, it's important you keep still for me.
You're not the one with a tube in your neck.
I can feel what you're doing. It's really freaking me out.
This isn't going to work.
We'll have to go full anaesthesia.
We'll lose the baby.
Carl, look at me. Look at me, look at me.
You have to remember why you're doing this.
For my baby.
And all those happy times you're going to have.
Be able to become the person you always knew you were.
It's what I've always wished for.
Ready to close the clip.
Nice and still, please.
Just have to keep thinking about how much you want this.
I've never met anyone like you before.
You have to believe in yourself.
-No sign of valve regurgitation.
Well done, Dr March.
Is Henricketta OK?
We need to get her to a vet.
Ow! That hurt my arm!
You're not still worried about the competition, are you?
No, I just thought I might have squished her in the fall.
Sorry we're late, guys.
No, I'm fine. Nothing Arthur here and a few beers won't fix.
You have your chicken?
Yes, we do.
Then congratulations. As no-one else has complied,
I declare you the winners!
Is everything OK with the baby?
I am very pleased to say that everything is looking good.
Another little miracle for the CV?
None of my doing, I was pretty much just observing.
Team effort, take some credit.
Here she is, look.
Really good shout earlier - and also best of luck for Edinburgh!
I just wanted to say goodbye.
Yeah, see you tomorrow. We can go through some baby names.
Zosia's actually planning on leaving the hospital today.
New job, new me. I just wanted to give you my number.
Call me whenever you feel the need.
I would like to propose a toast,
so let's raise these room-temperature, tasteless lagers,
ALL: To Henricketta!
-Can I have a word, Arthur?
Your team showed great spirit and ingenuity today.
I still can't quite figure out how you managed to evade the dogs.
No-one else did.
Well, I guess it just pays to have a little trick up your sleeve.
But it looks like you've won an even greater prize today.
Now I trust Morven's instincts,
even though I know pretty much everything about you and...
I really don't need a lecture, Mr Shreve.
In the last few months, Morven,
she's taught me a lot about myself, so...
I've never met a more caring or thoughtful person in my life.
I'd have to be a complete idiot to muck her about.
So perhaps you could grant me a little bit of respect
and recognise that I have the intelligence to know that.
I think I might grow to like you, Dr Digby.
Dom, don't you have somewhere to be?
Oh, well, that's charming.
A couple of days in the woods and some fresh air
and all of a sudden he thinks he's Christian Grey.
Right, well we'll be at the bar.
Tell me. What did you speak to my dad about?
Well, I think he tried to read me the riot act,
but I set him straight.
What? You set my dad straight?
Yes. Yes, I did, in a manner of speaking.
I guess it's all's well that ends well. What you drinking?
Oh, I don't know. Something bitter, sour - much like my men.
Yeah, about that... Is there any chance I could get your number?
What? OK... My gaydar was way off.
It was a tactical ruse to fool your position.
You fell for it hook, line and sinker.
If you want the truth,
I think you're better than me.
And it's kind of had me freaked out since the first day I met you.
-I'm not better than you.
But I think that's a good thing.
It's why I like you so much.
You make me want to be a better person.
Hi. Sorry, it's all they had.
It's the thought that counts, though, eh?
You weren't really going to slope off to Edinburgh
without a goodbye, were you?
-What, like you did when you went to Mexico?
Don't you think this is all a little too late?
Can't I plead temporary insanity?
-I think we've both got a bit of previous there.
Look, I don't want this to end on bad terms.
-So this is the ending, then?
-Zosia, I like you.
But it's my bipolar?
Just admit it.
The thought of being with a mad cow that might take a bread knife
to your throat in the middle of the night...
We'd never have a dull moment.
I think it's more about my issues, don't you?
Call it confidence, call it Tara, call it what you like.
I've wanted to tell you.
I love you.
Why didn't you say something?
Love means loss to me, and I can't stand losing you, ever.
Look, I know there are going to be times when I'm sick,
and if you don't truly love me, then you will probably leave.
Just like everyone else has.
Well, I'll assume Edinburgh is a no.
I'm going to have to decline your offer, yes.
There never was a job in Edinburgh, was there?
You've just done this to force my hand.
Why on earth would you think
I'd be interested in your love life, Valentine?
Arthur is pushed to the limit when he tries to win Morven's affections.
Zosia is offered a prestigious research internship in Edinburgh, but how does Ollie feel about this?
Hanssen sends Dom, Morven and Arthur to an outdoor pursuit centre to battle for a research grant, but the competition gets a whole lot harder when it becomes clear that Morven's father is involved. Does Arthur have what it takes to prove himself?
Zosia is torn when Jac offers her a research internship in Edinburgh. Can Ollie finally be honest about his feelings for her and can he make her stay?