Kiss and Tell Holby City

You're a catch.

You know what?

You're a catch, too.

OK. I don't know what you think you saw,

but you've got the wrong end of the stick.

Stealing medication?

Now, I trust Morven's instincts.

I really don't need a lecture, Mr Shreve.

Why did you trail me?

Because I care about you.

Don't go, you're all the help I need.

He just needs someone to believe in him.

Actually, I'm going to Keller...permanently.

-ALL: Cheers!

-Good luck!

Arthur Digby!

The little fella's back on Keller.

How long did it take you to think that one up?

All night. Genius takes time.

Did I tell you, I've actually been quite a lonely dweller on Keller?

But now you're back, you can help make people well-er on Keller.

These going to go on all day, are they?

From the cellar to Keller.

You weren't actually in a cellar,

but it would have been helpful if you were.

Digby?

Arthur?

Napoleon.

Did you do the pregnancy test?

Auntie Adele...

is still plain old Adele.

-Really?

-Nothing doing.

I really thought you would've been.

We've only had one stab at it, what's the odds?

-You all right, though?

-All right?

You can always try again next month.

I've got work to do.

I knew it, I knew it had rattled you.

There is no rattle here.

If we stand together, AAU and Keller, we'll present a united front.

We can't let Darwin take all the available funding,

-can we?

-Certainly not.

Right, so as soon as the meeting starts,

I'll slap him in the face with our requirements.

Literally?

If it comes to it.

Maybe that's how all hospital policy should be resolved.

Two men duelling.

Well, we'd certainly save on paperwork.

You could wrestle him.

Or better still, bare-chested, bare-knuckle boxing.

Just a thought.

You know I'd win.

Oh, I know you would.

-Do we have to do this?

-Yes.

People are probably looking.

Stop spoiling it.

Dr Copeland has found you a lovely little case

to break you back into Keller with.

You can open your eyes now.

Inguinal hernia?

Mm-hm. Saw it, thought of you.

Then all I can say is...analgesia.

Let's get started.

Oh, Diggers, you might want to check the name.

Seriously?

(Yeah.)

-But that's...

-Mm-hm. I know.

Small world, isn't it?

Ray Doherty, 35, tripped and fell, landed heavily,

been complaining of shortness of breath,

chest pains and fatigue ever since.

Harriet, can we get FBC, U&Es,

LFTs, an ECG, and an echocardiogram, please?

And also a chest X-ray, and let's get him on oxygen.

Right, Mr Doherty, let's get you into bed.

You move quick! We hardly know each other.

You should be so lucky.

Argh, ain't you got any double beds?

Ah, we've got a live one.

What were you doing to cause your fall?

Bit of footie with the lads.

I jumped up for a header, and end up hitting the post.

You got a team?

A team?

Nah, don't s'pose you would.

OK, I'm going to listen to your heart.

# Listen to your heart... #

Roxette. I do it all the time on the karaoke.

Makes the girls melt.

Yeah, I'm in a puddle already.

Yes, you are!

-Mr Shreve.

-Arthur Digby!

My first case back on the ward.

How, er... How serendipitous.

Mr Shreve is a last-minute referral.

Well, this is a little bit different from

when we're in the woods together.

That's not quite how you imagine it.

I heard you'd been transferred.

-What happened?

-I'll spare you the details,

but you know I like to keep you on your toes.

Well, you'd better be a good patient

and do exactly what Dr Digby here tells you to do.

And you need to stop fussing and get back to work.

Right.

-Er, Arthur... Hernia.

-Yes.

I hope your hands are warm, Arthur.

Dad jokes.

Just pretend to laugh.

Look, I'll be back to check on you.

But if you need me, buzz me immediately, OK?

Morven, buzz off.

Look, he hates making a fuss.

Duly noted. Yep.

But he's in the best hands.

As am I.

But...

he's the only dad I've got, so look after him, yeah?

Otherwise...

-AS TERMINATOR:

-I'll be back!

I shall leave you to impress your future...

-in-law.

-Right. It's not really like that.

I know, I know.

Oh, by the way...

welcome back to Keller.

Listen, I got a patient that's asking for you.

What, me specifically?

Yeah, in person. Wants you and nobody else.

Alice Butler.

-Ring any bells?

-Vaguely.

She seems adamant.

That's...

What?

That's my old address.

Where I grew up.

That's a bit weird.

It is a bit.

Alice Butler. Bed eight.

Fell through her ceiling,

now has significant pain control issues.

Hi, Alice, I'm Serena Campbell.

Hello again.

Yeah, have we met?

It's me. Remember? Alice Butler.

I'm sorry, I can't quite place you...

Janice Butler's daughter, we lived at number 54.

You don't remember me, do you?

Janice Butler. Well, that's a blast from the past.

So did you buy my parents' old house?

I've got the first floor.

We're in the middle of doing it up.

I was born in that house.

You wouldn't recognise it now.

Weird though.

That's what I said.

Weird indeed.

Well, it's lovely to see you again, Alice, but I better get on.

Alice has a fractured rib, fractured tibia, fractured pelvis,

and a vertebral compression.

OK. Well, we need to keep her monitored until neuro

and orthopaedics have decided who's going to look after her.

OK.

Right, well, we're going to keep an eye on you

and I'm going to give neuros the hurry up. All right?

Dr Digby.

-Mr Hanssen.

-Back with us, I see.

Yes, I am. I'm, well, as you correctly spotted, back.

And with a case to blood yourself on.

Er...

Yes, Mr Shreve...

Is a good man. Influential. Renowned. And generous to a fault.

He is indeed a benefactor of this very hospital,

so treat him like a king, would you?

I treat all my patients like that.

Like a king, please, Dr Digby.

I'm sure he'll be very impressed by your immaculate attention to detail.

Well, I aim to please.

Do you know that the odds of us treating someone we know

are far shorter than one might imagine?

A statistician has worked out a formula.

X equals one patient divided by the square root of a doctor.

Do try and stay relaxed.

What's the echocardiogram showing?

It's connected to the right ventricle.

MRI backs that up.

Yeah, I was thinking AVSD, but it's not in the septum.

-AVSD?

-Mm.

-OK.

Could it be a ruptured sinus Valsava?

Well, it's rare, but...

you could be right.

Gosh, that Ray's a bit much, isn't he?

Well, lucky you,

you'll have him all to yourself when you prep him for theatre.

-Lucky me(!)

-Run a mile if he starts singing power ballads.

It's nice to see you're not too unhappy.

Why wouldn't she be?

The pregnancy test came back negative.

OK. Well, that came around quick.

Yeah, but a month'll soon pass and she can go again.

Live to birth another day.

-Yeah, I am standing here, you know.

-Sorry.

Be a good Adele, glue your gums.

I'm happy as Larry.

Ooh!

Wonder what that could be.

Thank you very much.

Have a good day, dude.

Mr Shreve.

Ah. Dominic.

You remember me, then?

Hard to forget. For a variety of reasons.

Um, do you have a minute?

Hardly going anywhere.

It's just...

Morven spoke about you a lot.

She has?

Yeah, and we all know, obviously, that you're a self-made man,

travelling the world, making a difference.

Trying to.

It's just it sounds like...

the life.

I mean, I would love to travel.

You would?

Yeah, I mean, in a weird way,

-I think we actually have quite a lot in common.

-We do?

I've always felt the world is calling to me.

Not just Ibiza, then?

Give me some tips, tell me where to go.

Not like that.

But, erm... Just... Where would I start?

Well, let's start with where not to go.

Panama.

Lovely people, beautiful country,

just don't drink the water.

Ah. Well, there's no chance of that,

unless it comes in a chilled bottle with bubbles.

Never again.

Three weeks in hospital.

Maybe you should stick to the disco island.

Disco?

Oh, Mr Shreve.

No-one says disco.

Alice Butler's results.

She's been asking for her favourite doctor again.

Oh, I've never been so popular.

Right.

Ah. CT's showing a femoral artery aneurysm which is at least 5cm.

She also has a rare connective tissue disorder

which hasn't helped matters, I think I will have to operate.

Can't afford to have this rupturing.

No, she won't be going up any lofts any time soon.

Not with only one leg.

No pressure then.

If she ends up hopping out of here, you might not be such a hero.

That isn't the least bit amusing, Cara.

Thank you very much. Be back with you shortly, OK?

How's our man from Panama?

Panama? Why the man from Panama?

That's where he fell ill.

Loved the people, loathed the parasites.

Hang on, what parasites?

Something he caught while abroad. I assumed he would have told you?

When was this?

Oh, dear, Diggers. Somebody's not been doing their homework.

Why didn't he tell me that?

I don't know.

Maybe it's a BFF thing.

So we'll get you consented and then prepped for theatre.

Right, is there anyone you'd like me to call?

No, I'm fine, honestly.

She's very efficient, isn't she?

Oh, yeah, this place runs like clockwork.

Just like her mother, then.

You knew Serena's mum well?

Yeah, she was a great woman.

I spent a lot of time with Adrienne.

Sorry, I couldn't help...

I didn't realise that you knew my mother so well.

She was friends with my mum.

I used to run errands for her.

And when I had few problems,

she was always there for me.

I am so sorry for your loss.

She was a lovely, lovely lady.

Yes, yes, she was, but she had her moments.

Are you sure we're talking about the same Adrienne McKinnie?

When the flat came up, I couldn't resist.

Lots of happy memories there.

Cups of tea on rainy days...

the odd slice of cake.

Sounds wonderful.

She was. Wasn't she?

Yeah. Sorry, excuse me. I've just got to...

Fletch.

When's Alice Butler booked in to theatre?

Later on.

OK. Move it forward.

Really?

Yeah, let's get her in and out, shall we?

Why's that?

Lots to do.

We don't have all day to reminisce about my mother...

and her cake.

We've had your tests back,

and the liver function results are...

..deranged, so we will need to do that ultrasound scan.

Is that right?

-I'm worried about the parasite that you caught in Panama.

-Oh?

I didn't think that mattered.

It was all cleared up.

Well, your liver function test suggests otherwise.

So, if you could lift your gown up?

-There's a rule, Arthur.

-A rule?

It's something I live my life by.

It's not a religious thing, is it?

No, son.

It's the Law of Light.

Don't think I'm familiar with that one.

It's very simple.

You may feel ill,

you may indeed be ill,

but until someone tells you for certain,

then you're not ill.

But you might be.

If you let someone shine a light on a problem,

then it becomes a problem.

If you lock it away in the dark

then you never have to set eyes on it.

Denial is actually one of the biggest killers.

I'm hardly going to die.

I think the reason that people don't go to see their doctors

is because they're...

Well, they're frightened.

And they don't want to make a fuss,

for their families or themselves,

and so they get on with life,

and they just hope the problem's going to go away.

I don't think it's a weakness to ask for help.

I think that's a strong thing to do.

I think that's a brave thing.

This happened quite a few years ago.

There's hardly been any repercussions.

I thought you were going to usher me through the hernia op.

Can't do that, I'm afraid.

The test suggests there is an abnormality in your liver.

And I will need to know for sure.

So...gown up!

Please.

If I find out I'm pregnant...

THEY CHUCKLE

Ooh, yes, please.

Yup.

Yup!

Milf.

Absolutely not.

-Yup.

-Lot of women on there.

Spoilt for choice.

I think they do one for your lot as well.

-My lot?

-Yeah, a dating site.

For doctors?

No, you know, for your lot.

My finger should be in a sling.

I'm flicking for England most days.

What happens when you actually find someone you like?

You stop flicking about,

and you jab.

Jab?

Yeah, it's like boxing. Flick, flick, jab! Flick, flick, jab!

Hmm. Once you've jabbed?

Well, you poke, with any luck.

How very romantic.

RAY CHUCKLES

What this is, it's like a shop window.

It's saying, look at all these women out there, hoping, waiting...

To get jabbed. Well, must save on flowers and chocolates.

Flowers are for funerals.

Hide it, hide it, quick.

Ray, love, I brought you flowers!

I came as soon as I could.

And you are...?

Val, Ray's fiancee.

Lovely to meet you, Ray's fiancee.

I'm afraid flowers aren't allowed on our ward.

Just as well you came when you did, though,

Ray was getting very lonely, weren't you?

What on earth happened?

Ray, I got your test results.

Hello.

Hello.

This is Val, Ray's fiancee.

Nice to meet you.

Right, we've had a look at your scans,

and you have a hole between your aorta and your right ventricle.

We may need to patch it up.

-A hole?

-Mm.

He's got a hole in his heart?

I'm 35. Heart surgery?

Is this a wind up?

That's not really something we practise here.

It's pretty serious, and you need to get it sorted now.

It's a defect that you've probably had since birth.

The collision with the goalpost would have exacerbated it.

-Ray!

-So you're going to have to tear me open?

Don't worry, we will use medical equipment.

I'd better tell Mum and Dad we won't be there for dinner tonight.

Don't worry about them,

I'm supposed to be meeting the lads down the pub straight after.

Are you sure about this?

'Fraid so, yep. We'll finish getting you prepped.

Engaged?

It gets worse. He was surfing through this lot.

He calls it flicking.

-Flicking creep.

-Ha!

HE GIGGLES

It's cold.

Arthur?

Liver and spleen are enlarged.

Can we get a CT, and a full virology check?

And let's also see his hepatitis markers.

Can you remember if your Panamanian doctors had a name

for your condition?

Some silly parasite. A skesto...

-Schistosomiasis?

-That's the chappie.

Can we get a COP test to check that infection is clear, please?

And also, let's start Mr Shreve on diuretics.

On a scale from one to ten,

how worried should I be?

Depends.

If it is the parasite,

and indeed the infection hasn't cleared up,

then it could have been in your liver for a few years.

We will need to do a guided biopsy to find out.

See?

The Law of Light.

We should always look away.

They can't all be single.

-Mo.

-Yeah?

-Have you got a minute?

-Really wish I had.

Oh, Mr T. Better luck next time.

-Excuse you?

-Adele!

-There's always next month.

No morning sickness.

Thanks, guys. I was waiting for a more private moment.

-Oh.

-Oh, you haven't told him yet?

I didn't even know that you were doing a test.

Yeah, Adele forgot to announce it on the public address system.

Look, I was just excited for you.

Women, eh?

Sorry, yeah, yous two better...

So I take it it was negative, then?

You can stand down, we are not with child.

-Mo.

-Mm.

-Erm...

I know this might sound a little bit odd,

but I'd really have loved to have been there when you did the test.

Don't think you want that, not when I'm sploshing pee around.

-You all right?

-Yeah, I...

-I thought we were in this together?

-Yeah, we are, as per the agreement.

Don't worry, I've got it covered.

Well, I'd better be off, then.

Hey, listen, it's only a big deal when it becomes a big deal.

And even then, it's just a sperm thing, so don't worry about it.

A biopsy?

I'm afraid so, yeah.

What, and you've checked everything?

Twice over.

Well, can I see the test results?

You can, but, erm...

there's really no need, OK, I'm on top of it.

It's your first day back.

Which means I'm sharp as a button, I'm rested, I'm relaxed,

I'm on my game.

-Morven, look, I know how it sounds...

-But you don't.

Uh, not how it sounds to you now, I possibly don't know that.

But, um...

nothing's written in stone.

It's more precautionary.

And it's good that he came in today,

because I've got the chance to work it all out.

I'm going to have the results, so I'll know exactly how to proceed.

I just can't believe this.

He only came in for a routine op.

You will look after him, won't you?

Come on.

There we are, one femoral aneurysm.

Potts scissors, please.

Do you believe in kismet, Fletch?

Eh?

Fate.

If Alice hadn't known of me, she wouldn't have asked for me.

I might not have treated her,

and I certainly wouldn't have rushed her results through.

No, I get you.

You think those three things helped save her leg?

Well, I spotted it early,

and that might not have been the case under other circumstances.

Go, Serena.

What I don't get...

is why you don't like her.

Where on earth did you get that idea?

You can't wait to see the back of her.

It's not Alice.

It's my "lovely, lovely" mother.

I don't remember her ever sitting me down for a sympathetic cup of tea and cake.

Well...that's a good thing to know though, innit?

That she was well liked?

It's bizarre seeing her through somebody else's eyes.

I mean, what else might I have missed out on?

Well, at least you know she was doing good things.

-That's a nice memory to have.

-I suppose so.

Well, yeah, especially when you know

that Alice's mother could be a bit of a cold fish.

Well, there you go.

Any port.

It's easy to see why Alice latched onto your mum.

Yeah, not my port, though.

Hey, trouble.

Hey.

What am I going to do with you, eh?

I'll be fine.

I've left messages with Roy and AJ.

You didn't have to go troubling them, too.

It was more of an update, you know, keeping them in the loop.

Well, if you three end up singing Kumbaya round my bedside,

I'll throttle the lot of you.

Not in your condition, you won't.

It's nothing.

Arthur's a worrywart.

It's not nothing.

I saw the results.

Then this is the best place for me to be.

If you were feeling so poorly, why didn't you just tell me?

Because I'm the man, I'm the geezer.

I'm your rock!

Then maybe you need to step down.

You know, take a break.

-Become a pebble.

-Cute.

And us three, we're all grown up, now.

So if anyone's being a baby then it's you.

Are you listening to me?

I hear you, soldier.

You'd better.

If you'd just sign and initial for me?

-Oh, and, er...

-Ah.

Did you see anything you like?

-I didn't.

-Oh, no, course not.

Not when you're batting for the other side. OK.

I've actually got a girlfriend and we're very happy.

Thank you.

So you did take a look?

No!

Yes, maybe.

Are you engaged?

It's early days.

Keep it that way. It's been six years for us.

-Can't remember why we bothered now.

-Yeah, well, that doesn't excuse all the flicking.

It's just the excitement.

I see all these other women and I wonder, that's all.

I just wonder.

Sorry, love, I couldn't get Mum off the phone, she's ever so worried.

Val, the operation may take some time.

We've got somewhere for you to wait if you would like to grab a coffee?

Val. Listen...

Yeah?

Don't forget to call the lads.

What's with the pow-wow?

Stand there, stand there.

I'm going to lip-read. Just, er... Sh.

You don't need silence to lip-read.

If it was silent, you'd hear them.

Dom. Read my lips.

OK, that's what I call being short, Dr Digby.

And I don't appreciate it.

The Count's coming. Get your stake.

He'll be the first to go when I'm in charge.

Dr Digby.

Mr Hanssen.

Walk with me.

I'm walking.

Mr Hanssen?

Mr Levy has appraised me of recent developments regarding Mr Shreve.

So, hold your line. Don't retreat.

-Don't surrender.

-I wasn't going...

-You're doing a good job, Dr Digby,

and you can stop walking now.

Alice, hi, I have very good news.

The ultrasound scans show that the operation on your leg was

a complete success.

Thank you so much.

And, now, obviously, when you're discharged, you'll need help

getting around and looking after yourself.

Especially if you're living on the first floor.

Is there someone we can ring, to start making arrangements?

Any name will do.

I live alone.

-I could call your mother.

-Please don't.

-Really?

-I'd rather leave her out of this.

My mother's still a living nightmare.

I think I upset Mr T earlier.

Not surprised.

You agree, then?

-Yeah.

-Suction, please.

Has he said anything to you?

He didn't have to.

One look and I can tell he was in for the long haul.

There is no long haul.

There we go. On the right coronary artery.

Tiny hole.

Good luck getting your forceps in there.

Let's prepare a pericardial patch, please.

-He wants a proper family with you, Mo.

-Give over.

I'm telling you.

He knows the score. It's an...

An agreement. I know, I know.

You keep telling yourself that, you might end up believing it.

Here we go. One beautifully rare sinus Valsalva.

-Want to do the honours?

-Sure.

OK, let's patch up this hole. 4.0 Prolene, please.

You're seeing things that aren't there, Ollie.

-Hey.

-Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

I wanted to let you know that your dad's having his biopsy.

-What, right now?

-As we speak.

-Arthur?

-It's OK, we're dealing with it.

-What's been going on?

He didn't quite tell us everything.

Go on. What did you find?

A parasite infection, schitsomatosis.

-It may have caused fibrosis of the liver.

-What?

-But don't worry.

-That's easy for you to say.

Look, I have to admit, it is a little nerve-racking.

But, trust me, I'm all over this.

He's at the top of my list, he's my priority.

I'm putting him before everything else.

I know you are.

-Hiya.

-Hi.

-I saw it and couldn't resist.

-Super sweet.

You don't think I'm getting ahead of myself, do you?

-You're really up for this, then?

-Yeah. Yeah.

-I thought the chance had passed me by.

-To be a dad?

-Yeah.

-I've started building an information database.

-Really?

Because most blokes just usually go down the pub or surf porn.

When the baby's born, there'll be all manner of things to think about.

Not to mention that sleep deprivation, of course,

will reduce your working effectiveness by up to 32%,

according to the stats. So we've got feeding schedules...

Well, I don't think you'd be much help there, Derwood.

You haven't got these babies.

No, no. But formula, you see, I can do formula.

And then, of course, we've got to

-get his or her name down for a school.

-Erm, slow down.

No, no, I'm absolutely serious.

People are practically putting foetuses down for places these days.

-Demand is ridiculously high.

-That's insane.

Tell me about it, it's the modern world, Mo.

And, then, babies names, right?

Now, I've looked at websites and I've got books and I always think

-if you get the right name, you get the right life.

-Derwood.

-Yes?

Maybe we should go for dinner later.

Yeah. Love to. Yeah.

Have a chat or a proper talk.

Two adults putting everything on the table.

-I'm sorry, I've got to go.

-Yeah, before you go...

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll book the restaurant, shall I?

-Lovely.

-Great.

Liver biopsy?

Generalised significant fibrosis.

It's pretty advanced. He's had it for too long without treatment.

It's not his day, is it? Or yours.

I think he's probably got encephalopathy,

because he's drowsy.

And he's got ascites, possibly, so going to need to scope him

at some point.

Well, you best get on with it, then. That's a pretty hefty shopping list.

Hanssen and Mr Levy have put their faith in me.

And you have done nothing wrong, Diggers.

Yes, you will have to deliver some devastating news later...

..but you delivered the goods.

I've told Morven that I'm in total control.

She's not even worrying.

Or if she is, then she's balancing that against my brilliance.

She's backing me 100% and now I've got to go

and tell her things are worse than she could ever imagine.

Me, Dom. I...

I could barely ask her out for a coffee.

Would you like me to do it?

How's that going to look?

What would Napoleon do?

Any luck finding someone who can help look after you?

She's still saying there's no-one.

There's no way my mother is coming to live with me.

I can't do anything right.

Yeah, I think you might just have to bite the bullet on this one,

I'm afraid.

Why couldn't she be more like your mother?

Look, I hate to say this,

but I sometimes felt like I was in the same position you were in.

What? No way.

All Adrienne ever did was tell me how wonderful you were.

How clever, how talented.

Really?

Honestly, she adored everything about you.

Everything.

We all have them, don't we? These mothers.

Telling us one thing, telling others something completely different.

Look, whatever's happened between you and your mother,

-it doesn't mean it can't be mended.

-Never going to happen.

Well, after hearing what you just told me,

I wish I could see my mother again.

How about it, eh? Give her a call?

I guess I've got no choice.

Your mum really thought the world of you. I promise.

Thank you.

How are you feeling, Mr Shreve?

Let's cut to the chase, Dr Digby.

I've just got your biopsy results.

I wait with bated breath. If I had any to bate.

The Law of Light.

Maybe that should be repealed, or banned.

That's the way I roll, Diggers.

Anyway, the results. How bad is all this?

Well, I'm afraid you're going to need an endoscopic procedure

so that we can check the amount of blood that you're passing.

I've been really foolish, haven't I?

As I said, it's more a case of people not wanting to cause a fuss.

It might have been easier if you had sought help earlier.

Only your biopsy, your liver function tests,

your ultrasound, the fluid in your abdomen

and the fact that you're more drowsy and confused than you should be,

indicates that you have quite advanced liver disease.

Do you know if Morven's called her brothers?

That sounds like the last rites are coming.

No, no, no.

Not at all, it's just she could do with a little more support.

It could prove to be a difficult time.

They moved away.

She's contacted them, so it's feasible that they could be here.

But it's just us two.

Then let's make that us three.

I like your thinking.

So, what's next?

I need to liaise with the consultant.

But you can operate?

It's not really a question of that any more.

You may need a transplant.

But let me go and talk with Mr Levy.

Arthur?

Yes?

Morven's one in a million.

Ray. Just to let you know, the operation went well.

But we will, obviously, be keeping you in for observation.

Aw, do you hear that? They love me in here,

they don't want me to leave.

Yeah, he's a diamond.

-You should turn that off.

-I'll do it.

-Oh, I spoke with your mum.

Did you square things with Mr T?

Yeah, we're still friends, still got our agreement.

You didn't say a word, did you?

No, he just kept going on about baby names and schools.

-And do you know he's got this baby bible going?

-What?

Basically, he knows every school Ofsted report within

1,000 square miles.

Mo, that is the work of a committed man.

-You need to speak to him.

-Yeah, I will tonight over dinner.

So much easier if you liked him.

I do like him, and he's a great bloke but he knows the rules.

-No rules with love.

-Love? Do me a favour.

Hmm, if you say so.

A lot of people wearing blinkers today.

I shall contact Essie, and get this progressed ASAP.

Morven, look, if you want to take the rest of the day off,

-sit with your dad, that's absolutely fine.

-Thank you.

-OK.

I really didn't think it would come to this.

-I was hoping I was wrong.

-I still have great faith, Arthur.

There's still so much that we can do this end.

-OK, well, it's out of our hands at the...

-No.

Not completely. It's not.

You can present the case at the transplant meeting

and then you can move him up the list.

Whoa, whoa.

OK, isn't that a touch unethical?

Obviously, not right to the top of the list,

but you will fast-track him, won't you?

She told you to turn that off.

Hey, you couldn't go get us a paper, could you?

-Really?

-Yeah, please.

-All right, love.

-Thank you.

-I'll be straight back.

Ah!

Ray? Ray?

-What is it?

-Step away, please.

Pulse is faint, BP is 60 over 40. Heart rate 120.

-Val...

-I'm right here.

Just going to listen to your chest, Ray.

What is it? He was fine a minute ago.

Will someone turn that blasted thing off?

Crash team, he's in fibrillation. We need an Echo.

Please, Ray. BEEPING

Thank you. Got it.

Charging to 150. Clear.

Charging again.

Clear.

OK, his heart rate's back to normal.

Must be a bleed on the suture line.

We need to get him back into theatre. Let's move!

-Wait. Val...

-Easy, Ray, easy.

Val...

There is clear evidence of significant liver fibrosis

because of the portal hypertension.

So, I think the best course of action would be a transplant.

Can you run some scans?

CT, MRI, Echo of the heart, exercise tests and full bloods.

And we'll need to rule out any underlying condition that may

compromise Austin.

But I'll be on it, Arthur. I promise you.

You'll know almost as soon as I do if he's suitable or not.

If this is taking a toll on you.

Oh, no, it's fine, I promise.

-OK.

-How's Morven bearing up?

I was just wondering if I could ask a favour?

Just...

Is there any way, that we could put Mr Shreve at...?

Arthur.

I know, I know.

It's just I have to ask, and I feel terrible about it.

We can't have any favouritism.

Obviously, we totally understand where you're coming from.

Because it's a natural reaction.

We'd all think it.

But you know the answer.

Thank you.

You run the tests and I'll arrange an MDT meeting,

and then we'll put Austin's case forward.

Is he awake?

Yes, he's a little bit drowsy, but he's OK to talk.

Well, I'd better go and explain the process to him.

And there I was easing you back in.

See where too much flicking gets you.

Did you see her face? White as a sheet.

Think she'll be there when he wakes up?

Would you be?

Let's hope the decision's been made for him now.

I don't think he actually jabbed.

Jabbed?

Technical term.

Well, that's all right, then. Let's hope Val understands.

If she's still here, of course.

People never know what they've got until it's too late.

Right, let's open him up again.

Special delivery.

-I didn't order anything.

-Alice asked her mum to bring it in.

It was in the loft when she fell through.

-She thinks it might be your mum's.

-Really? Must've got left behind.

Oh, and by the way, what's she like now?

-Alice's mum?

-Mmm.

-I'd stay in here and lock the door.

Oh, dear. How's Alice coping?

Giving as good as she gets, thanks to you.

-Hey. What did they say?

-Morven, just don't.

You did tell them, didn't you? You said that...

You did say that my dad needs to be treated quickly, yeah?

Everyone needs to be treated quickly.

You didn't ask them, did you?

There's no special priority, you know that.

-But you said that you'd take care of this for me.

-I am.

-But you're not.

-We're going to do whatever we can.

But it's going to take resources and donors and...

Which is why you promised to go in there

and say exactly what needed to be said.

OK, you're an amazing doctor and you know what is

and isn't possible in a situation like this.

But you swore.

-I know it's an emotional time...

-You don't know anything.

How could you do this to me?

Morven, you're not thinking straight.

We don't even know if he's suitable yet.

You've achieved nothing today.

That's not quite fair.

-Your job is to save people.

-Morven...

-Do you know what? Stay away from me.

-Sorry?

-You heard me.

Sorry.

I don't understand.

Well, if you don't get it now, mate, you probably never will.

I haven't done anything, though.

Call us old-fashioned, but us girls,

-we kind of like to think we're the only one.

-But she is.

That's all she's ever been, ever since I met her.

I was on this package holiday once,

and there was this beauty pageant thing, and I saw this girl there.

Val. But I'm watching. She doesn't win, she comes second.

Out of six, but second is second.

Anyway, I'm watching and I'm thinking she won.

To my mind, she was a winner.

You're telling the wrong people, Ray.

If that's the case what are you doing?

Swiping through all those girls?

And why wait six years to marry her?

Dunno. I think I'm scared. I mean...

It's for ever, isn't it?

-You need to ditch that phone.

-It's the world we live in, though.

It's all out there, it tempts you and it tells you, you can

have everything, and you don't have to settle for anything

and if you don't like it, you can just move on.

Yeah, but you love Val.

She will come back, won't she?

Well, you know her better than we do.

Would you come back if it was you?

I can't answer that.

Get some rest, I'm sure everything will sort itself out.

-Would you come back?

-Not for all the tea in China.

No, that's where stupidity will get you.

Life of loneliness this way.

-Yeah, all right, all right, I get it, yeah?

-What?

No need to lay it on with a trowel.

Where's the fourth one?

-The fourth what...?

-Horseman of the Apocalypse.

We've got some good news and some not so good news, I'm afraid.

Would you like me to get Morven?

Let's hear it.

Mr Shreve, Austin, we can confirm that you have

end-stage liver disease.

All of the symptoms you're experiencing

are complications of it.

That better be the bad news.

Austin, it's a very, very serious condition.

The disease is so advanced, there's nothing

we can do to repair the damage.

So you will need a transplant.

Which is where the more positive news comes in.

If you're happy to go ahead, we would list you for a transplant.

What are the odds of me getting a new liver?

As good as anyone's.

There is a national shortage of organs.

One in five listed for a liver transplant doesn't make it to

that stage.

So I've got to get lucky.

Well, we'll put you on the list and then we'll keep

you as well as we possibly can while you're waiting.

-If I go on the list...

-We hope you will.

..and a new liver doesn't come about?

Honest answer?

You won't survive.

And if I get a liver? No beating around the bush.

90% of transplant recipients are still alive

after one year.

Are you sure you guys just haven't made a mistake?

I'll go get Morven for you.

I'm sure she'll want to sit with you.

Do you know where she might be, Arthur?

That's a good question.

Can we get Mr Shreve into ITU as soon as we can? Thank you.

-Can you call an endoscopist, please?

-OK. Trust me.

The more stable you are, the easier this is going to be, OK?

Arthur? I'm scared.

I'm here, OK?

Hey. So we patched up the hole, he's going to be fine.

That's what you're waiting around to hear, isn't it?

Listen.

If it's any consolation, he was only looking.

Six years I've been waiting for him to marry me.

Yeah, but if you love him...

I don't know right now.

You're still his beauty queen.

He told you about that?

Yeah, the whole story. You won it, according to him.

I've been so stupid.

He's had a wake-up call, a big one.

Yeah, so have I.

Derwood. Heard you're going out for dinner later.

Anywhere nice?

Rodolpho's, actually.

Mo seemed keen.

What else has she been saying?

-Just stuff.

-Stuff?

Stuff about the baby?

-A little.

-So, she's still up for that, then?

Well, she hasn't said anything different.

Well, that's good to hear, isn't it?

I don't know if I could go through with all of that.

You're a better man than I am.

It's just an agreement...

An agreement. Yeah, that's the word that Mo keeps using, too.

As long as it's still in place, that's the main thing.

But you're OK with it?

-What, the agreement?

-Yeah.

Erm, I sort of have to be, really.

So, you're not.

We're just making a baby.

-Good man. I'd better...

-Yeah, of course.

Got him stabilised for now.

We need to keep a careful eye out, all right?

He's tachycardic, what's his blood gas like?

OK, they're as expected.

He's a bit acidotic but his lactate is improving with fluids.

We'll need to keep giving him the blood products.

I'd better go and find Morven.

Just take a minute first,

because that's not going to be an easy conversation.

-Shiraz o'clock?

-Always.

Well, come on then, we need to plan our next move.

The League against Guy Self.

Yeah, just a sec.

Look at that. Says "return to sender" on the envelope.

Who was the ungrateful little brat?

Don't know. The card just says, "Happy birthday, darling."

But that is definitely my mother's handwriting.

So, you're the ungrateful little brat.

Well, remind me never to send you a card.

Wasn't sent to me.

Must have been, it says, "To a dear daughter."

I never lived at that address. And look at that.

Birth certificate?

I think I've got a sister.

The thing with Napoleon is, he wasn't small or short.

He was, actually, for his era, pretty much average height.

And I'm telling you this because I'm just a man like he is.

Granted, I'm not in charge of an army,

but I am in charge of your father's treatment.

What I'm trying to say is, things are not good for your father.

They're not good at all.

But don't be scared, because we're both going to sit with him

and we're both going to be there.

Yes. That's good, Digby. That's very good.

Mo!

-Hey.

-Hey.

-Erm... We didn't set a time.

-For dinner?

-Mmm.

-About that...

-Me first.

-Oh, OK.

There's something hovering, Derwood.

It's buzzing around us like a mad bee.

-And I know you know it is.

-The thing is...

Still talking.

I know what you want.

And I know I made up some rules and I tried to stick to them.

But do I look like the kind of girl who does what she's told?

I need to know.

Correction. We both need to know what this really is.

-Be quiet.

-Sorry?

-Be quiet.

-Rude.

I've got this friend and his wife divorced him recently.

He was in a terrible state.

And he's got kids and his eldest put my friend's

picture on a dating website to try and cheer him up.

-What's this got to do with...?

-Just bear with me, please.

Anyway, he meets this lovely woman online.

And they meet and he's really excited, but it doesn't go well.

They don't hit it off.

I'm not dating your mate, if that's what this is about.

Please, please, just be quiet, just for a minute.

Anyway, this woman really surprises my friend,

and says she'd like to try again.

Only this time, she's got one rule.

And that is, when they meet,

they don't talk, they kiss.

And she says that in that moment, that they will know everything.

And, in fairness, they're still together now, so...

So, erm...

..I'm going to kiss you, Mo.

Because we need to know whether there is a spark,

or this is just an agreement.

So, if you don't mind?

Well?

Erm...

Nothing.

Yeah, me too.

-There you go.

-Oh.

So, well...

..I guess we're just friends.

I guess so.

I'll... I'll cancel dinner, shall I?

Yeah, it's probably best.

-Although...

-Yes?

Well, we still need to talk later.

Yes, of course.

Hey, you OK?

Surprisingly, yes.

Oh, come on, Digby, I know what kind of day you've had.

And in many ways, it's been a good one.

You don't sound like you're even kidding.

Victory belongs to the most persevering.

Bet you can't guess who said that.

I don't know. Beyonce?

Digby? Diggers!

'Victory belongs to the most persevering.

'Victory belongs to the most persevering.

'Victory belongs to the most persevering.

'Victory belongs to the most persevering...'

He's lucky he came in today.

He's got a chance.

If he'd left it any longer, then he wouldn't have.

But he's lucky in another way.

Because he's got me looking after him.

You both do.

We keep going, Morven. We keep going.