A figure from Dominic's past makes an unwelcome return, with traumatic consequences. The death of Serena's sister brings an unexpected visitor to Holby.
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We are not supposed to be friends with our patents.
Do you always do what you're supposed to?
They're not getting away with this.
Could that be Dr Copeland?
-Is there any news about Alex?
They all eat together, bunk down together.
They've offered me a full commission, ten more years.
You want me to choose between you and my career?
You can't live your life to please other people,
or you just make yourself miserable.
I think I would like to find this...sister.
"Miss you, Mum. Love Jason."
Well, you have to admire their punctuality.
"Admiration" is not the first word that comes to mind for that lot.
Now, open arms, please, both of you.
They will be spread across the hospital for the remainder
of the week. They will have a specific focus on one ward each day.
-And today's lucky winner is...?
-Well, that would be me.
But that doesn't mean that the rest of us
are going to be investigation-free.
So please brief your teams,
and you'll each need to be ready for one-to-one interviews.
And remember that...
their focus will be on our response to people's needs. Are we safe?
-Caring? Are we effective? Are we well led?
It's as if you've been here before, Miss Campbell.
-You can inflate or deflate the stent.
-..take the hardest thinking.
No, it'll be all the time at children's parties she's had.
But you think it's a good idea?
What, a life-saving tracheal implant?
-No, that I suggest that I assist somehow.
-What does Valentine think?
Just go and knock on her door and offer yourself up.
Ambition, baby. It's what it's all about.
Miss Wolfe would like to be discharged today.
Great. What does she want, a parade?
Run the discharge tests and then send her back to the Girl Guides.
Great. Excellent. Lovely.
Their main focus will be on AAU, but there's every chance that
they'll want to speak to patients on other wards.
Ah, Dr Copeland.
Not interrupting, am I?
Erm, Mr Griffin was just explaining to us, erm...
There are certain things we need to...
-Now that you're here, Dr Copeland, why don't you join us?
Although I've not had any breakfast, so if this is some
sort of intervention, then someone's going to need to make a snack run.
Dr Digby, Miss Harrison, thank you, I think we're done.
Have you found more CCTV? HE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY
KNOCK AT DOOR
-Well, if I knew hiding out in here was an option...
Staffing schedules, meeting targets, management of junior staff.
-I've got more suits out here than a doorman's funeral.
-But just give me a minute, will you?
Do you remember I told you about that...I thought I had a nephew?
-Er, yes. Erm, Jason.
Well, Robbie's been looking into it for me,
and this morning, somehow, I found an e-mail address for him.
-And now it feels...?
-That's good news.
-Yeah. Well, I-I wrote him an e-mail. Well, I've...
I've written one, but...
So what have you got to lose?
-He might not even write back.
-No, he might not.
But he might, and it could be great.
Nothing to lose.
..so I've asked Dr Digby to represent the junior doctors
and show them our paperwork and Nurse Harrison to take them
through our nursing procedures.
Right... So charts and graphs.
Well, if it's paperwork you need, then Arthur's your man. Good choice.
And I know that Essie has quite a few personal views
she'd like to put across, so...
That's it? That's all you have to say?
Well, Mr Griffin, as I'm sure you can imagine,
I have countless personal regrets,
but as far as professional ones go, being the face of the junior
doctors in front of a CQC inspection
isn't really high up on my list of...
I chose Arthur over you.
Sit down, Dr Copeland. I'm going to tell you a story,
and I hope that you will intuit something from it.
They barely got a word in! THEY CHUCKLE
Give them what they want before they ask for it!
I think they're really spooky. Like silent assassins.
-"Assessors," Nurse Martinez.
Not going to need to speak to me, are they?
Everyone and everything. Sunlight is the best disinfectant.
-So keep breaking out that smile.
-There it is.
This is Mr Walkerlove. He's got abdominal pain.
-OK, we'll get you started on some pain relief
and then run some tests just to confirm, OK?
Usual bloods. Morphine, amylase, 30-minute obs.
-Oh, and can you order me an erect chest X-ray, please?
And, Fletch, if the clipboards really start to bother you,
let me know and I will have them banished to another ward.
Now, if I didn't know that, deep down,
you were dreading this inspection just as much as the rest of us...
-You might almost think I was in a good mood.
-So, did you?
-Well, yes. As you said, nothing to lose.
I had a sister, Fletch. I want to know everything about her.
-I've got a lot of questions.
-And a nephew.
Hey! Auntie Campbell!
-Yeah, it's more normal to use your first name.
-Oh, yes. Yes, of course.
-Well, Auntie Serena.
-If he even...
-Yes, if... Yes. Thank you.
Well, either way...
Oh, I don't know, something about always wanting to be liked,
being a rounded doctor, and... I don't know, not taking myself
-Well, at least he's over the wing mirror.
Honestly, you would have thought I'd killed a man.
I'd swear he'd anaesthetise me today if he could,
keep me away from his precious CQC inspectors.
He implied I didn't have gravitas,
that I'm at some sort of tedious career crossroad.
"What are you made of, Dr Copeland?"
Is he actually behind me?
No, but if I were you, I'd assume that he always is.
Whoa! Who rattled his cage?
You're a naturally friendly person,
especially with patients.
-I don't believe this.
-But that doesn't necessarily translate as...
Right, yeah, you both agree with him. Nice.
I'm looking for Serena Campbell.
-Oh! Erm, right this way.
I take it you're the class rebel, then.
Or is it, what, you take off your tie,
you think it'll make you look more approachable?
Look, we're all nice people,
but don't think we won't bite if we have to.
Well, I have a high pain threshold, but I'd prefer if you didn't.
I suppose you're here for the one-to-one interview.
-You asked me to be here.
-Yes, I suppose we did.
Well, it's nice to meet one of your lot with a sense of humour.
Er, let's try and find somewhere quieter, shall we?
If you like, although my mum used to work as a newsagent
at the airport, so I'm used to crowds.
This is Alison Jones. Serena sent her from AAU.
Suspected abdominal injuries. She slipped over and got hit by a van.
She's on ten milligrams of morphine.
I can take over from here, Mr Levy.
-Can you tell Mr Griffin that I'm in theatre with Dr Law?
Is he stoned, that one? He looks kind of funny.
You should see him when he's...
Miss Jones, I will be responsible for your treatment today.
You're in very good hands, Alison.
I suppose it's an added bonus that he's handsome.
Er, Nurse Harrison, we're going to need FBC, U&Es, LFT,
and can you check to see
whether or not Miss Jones's chart has already been set up?
You'll need to keep quite a close eye on her observations today.
Miss Jones, I'm just going to need to feel your abdomen
SHE WINCES Sorry.
Yes, it does feel slightly distended.
SHE WINCES Now, your Fast scan from the ED
did indicate there's some possible internal bleeding,
but we'll need to do another scan just to be doubly sure.
You'll have to spell it out for me, lovely.
I'm sorry, erm,
we're a little worried you may have damaged your spleen.
It won't mean an operation, will it? I really don't want...
-I need my husband.
-OK, I need you to try and relax.
I will get somebody to call your husband as soon as it's possible.
But for the time being, you are in the best place you could be.
All right. I'll be back shortly.
-I'm guessing you have a list of questions.
-How many do you have time for?
-As many as it takes.
What time do you have lunch here? I eat at 12:30,
as I'm an early riser.
-We take our lunch hour when we can.
-How old are you?
I'd guess at about two and a half times older than me!
-I beg your pardon?
-What's your favourite sea creature?
How is this relevant to the CQC report?
Well, the sea is also called the blue.
"Dear Jason, I hope you don't mind me writing from out of the blue.
-"I have been deliberating over whether..."
I'm your nephew Jason.
If I'm a bit direct, it's because I have Asperger's syndrome.
But you said you wanted to meet me.
Ah, Mr Griffin.
My patient, Alison Jones.
Ruptured spleen. Looks like it'll need removing.
Yes, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.
-Well, looking at the ultrasound report,
I'm thinking it's a Grade III rupture, so I'd quite like
to proceed with a conservative treatment, see if the bleed clots.
Grade III? That's pushing it.
Well, not when you consider the results that
-her 15-minute obs are showing.
-And you think it will clot?
Well, I'm going to do an abdo CT as well,
but she is haemodynamically stable.
Very well. Proceed as you think fit, Dr Copeland.
There's no need to stand so close.
If I fall, they've trained me to tumble like a judo master.
How many judo masters bounce back from a C5/C6 spinal fracture
within a week?
In my opinion, your father signed me off
because he couldn't stand any more ego clashes between me and Naylor.
Believe me, when an adversary ego's at stake,
there's nothing he likes more.
"Adversary"? Now you're speaking my language.
Given their positions, unlikely to be a battle over roles.
My guess is...
something to do with finance. Papers, project?
Oh, I see. Damn, I'm good.
-And what about you?
So you've told your husband.
-You're not staying?
-Sorry, it's none of my business.
-I have to get back to Kabul.
"Don't live your life to please other people."
In most cases.
I'll, erm, ask Miss Naylor to confirm your discharge tests,
-and we'll get you out of here then.
SHE CLAPS HER HANDS
Did you manage to get hold of him? Just... I can't get any reception.
Your husband... Yes, erm, I believe someone's...
Sorry, what a sap I must seem. But the drugs only last so long.
I need someone else to take my frustration out on.
Must be nice when you get to the punchbag stage.
Especially when the punchbag's as dopey as mine.
Let me guess.
-A Dorian Gray like you... It must be a blessing and a curse.
-I've had my fair share.
-Then where are your lines? Wrinkles, man!
-You need wrinkles.
-Says the girl in her twenties.
"Only as old as the man you feel," isn't it?
And, oh, you should feel him! His hands I fell in love with.
You remind me of him.
I believe you just called him "dopey",
but I'm going to assume you meant the handsome part.
Oh, I don't know what it is. He's nothing like you, but it's just...
Well, I am going to continue to monitor you and, as I said, our aim
is to get that blood to clot, and that will allow us to avoid surgery.
Sorry, I didn't mean that to be weird.
No, no, no, you weren't being weird. I will get a porter to come up
and take you for your abdo CT so we can get a clearer picture,
and I will also hunt down that punchbag for you.
-And thank you about the surgery.
Can you watch where you're going, please?
I'm, erm, sorry if I seemed surprised.
It's just that, well, I only sent the e-mail a couple of hours ago.
And your suit...
Well, my mum always told me to dress up smartly
when I went somewhere new.
I wore it to the funeral.
Well, it's a very nice suit.
It's better than yours! SHE LAUGHS
You remind me of her when you laugh, like a sparrow.
-She was a blackbird, always chirping.
Oh, er, Jason, this is, erm, Charge Nurse Fletcher.
Fletch, this is my nephew Jason.
The budgie! Yeah, he's a budgie, all right! A loud one!
Pleasure to meet you, Jason.
Serena's been looking forward to this for a long time.
Oh, well, I only got the e-mail this morning.
Did you want me for something...
Er, sorry. Mr Rooks in bed six. He's got pancreatitis.
His BP's pretty low. He's had an abdo CT.
He's on IV anti-emetics, but he's got persistent nausea.
-I'd like you to take a look.
-I'd like to take a look, too.
Oh, I think maybe you should come back later, Jason.
I'll meet you for my lunch hour. We can talk more then.
SHE CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY
Sounds like I owe you an apology for the mix-up.
-Serena's nephew, no less!
-Is she angry with me?
-So, how can I get her to spend more time with me?
Hm, in this place?
Your auntie is part of the Club Workaholic.
Patients. That's the only people she really spends her time with.
Oh, Cara, could you repack Mr Draper's wound, please?
And what am I supposed to say to that, hm?
I told Marcus I'm coming back. I told him! And now you do this?!
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
As a commanding officer...
-Just get me out of here, would you?
-We've had your test results back.
Your sputum sample came back AFB-positive.
You have potential open TB.
This is a wind-up, right?
I'm sorry, you won't be going anywhere.
Dr March will show you to your new home.
Infectious Disease Control need to be informed,
and Patient Liaison will need a list of all the people who've
been in contact with Miss Wolfe.
-I have an aversion to interrogation.
-Just answer their questions.
-We've nothing to hide.
-I'm wondering if maybe I should brief my patients.
-Sorry. Sunlight it is.
And if you see that nephew of yours, will you ask him
why I'm the only member of the ward without a bird, please?
What are you doing?
Cara told me you only spend time with patients.
-Have you come to escape the eagle-eyed Griffin?
-You know there's no conspiracy against you, Dom.
We're all your mates.
There's no competition, and no-one doubts that you're a good doctor.
You're starting to sound like SOMEBODY'S called me a bad doctor.
You're making me paranoid. SHE CHUCKLES
Why? So, what's up, Doc?
But mainly nothing.
What is it with you guys and trying to give me
an existential crisis?
-So, erm, can I have my fun Dom back, please?
-Yes, you can.
He's right here. THEY CHUCKLE
Actually, I've been meaning to tell you.
I was in the bar the other night...
and this guy comes over to me and starts trying to chat me up.
But he had one of those faces which didn't quite match his voice,
so, beautiful face but... NASALLY: ..sounds like that!
Is that Lee?
What are you going to do?
He's seen you now, you can't just ignore him.
I don't know. What do you suggest?
-Well, you can finally find out what happened.
Look, he wins otherwise.
-He's already won, Essie.
Who do you think?
I don't know why you insist on battling Mr Griffin
when he's clearly trying to help you.
Mrs Jones's blood results.
And if the CQC come looking for me, tell them
that I'm assisting Sacha on an abdominal-wall reconstruction.
Hi. I brought coffee.
But I don't like coffee.
Oh. Sorry. I... I should have checked.
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
-where do you live?
-In Allan's house.
-And who's Allan?
-A family friend.
But I also pay him to do the boring stuff.
A personal assistant, like film stars have.
Or a Roman slave, like in Gladiator.
-And does Allan know you're here?
I left him a note. But he works for me, so he has to do what I say.
I'm my own person.
Erm, so, you said your mum worked in a newsagent's.
At the airport, yes. She let me read the magazines to relax.
Sometimes I acted out strongman stuff.
And your mum, was she happy there?
Do you like World's Strongest Man?
-Erm, well, I have seen it on the television before.
-Oh, you have?
Who is your favourite?
-I don't know.
-Who is the strongest person you know?
Well, er, I have a daughter. She's quite strong.
-Does she like World's Strongest Man?
-I really don't know.
Erm, what about your dad?
He left when I was little.
So, when are we getting lunch? KNOCK AT DOOR
Serena, they've pushed forward the national data comparison meeting.
Oh, the show-stopping event. Erm, tell them I'm running late.
Erm, so, your mum, erm, what did she like doing?
She sang, she whistled, she cried, she laughed a lot.
Everything that mums do.
And, er, did she have a lot of friends?
-When can we eat?
-Or one special friend?
Oh, I'm sorry I'm so busy today.
-But it's lunch hour.
-Yes, I know, I'm sorry.
Look, erm, I'll come back as soon as I can, and...
-I'll bring sandwiches.
-Egg and cress, please.
-Great. Egg and cress.
I've got so many more questions for you!
Here he is.
-I've told her all about you.
-Dr Copeland! We owe you so much.
I told her about how you looked after me, everything you did.
Sorry if I left in a bit of a hurry, but, erm,
a period of my life I kind of want to forget, you know what I mean?
-You really made a difference to him.
-"Doctor this, Doctor that."
Embarrassing, wasn't I?
-And now you get to treat my wife.
-What are the chances?
-Ali's been delighted with your care.
-Your plan for avoiding surgery.
-Your boss told us it was yours.
-I can't thank you enough.
-She's, er, terrified of the knife.
But I'm here now.
-Hopefully you'll be out of here in no time.
Please excuse me.
You need to look at this.
Great... OK. Thank you.
Er, Mr Griffin, Alison's BP is falling and her heart rate is
rising, and the bleed, I don't think it's about to stabilise just yet.
Obviously, we need to wait for the CT report, but, erm...
It puts your initial treatment plan into jeopardy.
-And so you suggest...?
-Splenic artery embolisation.
-Well, that's certainly minimally invasive.
And it means we could also avoid doing a splenectomy.
Thank you, I know what it means.
Look, I know what you're thinking, but as far as I can see,
it's still early days.
As far as you can see.
Embolisation has been proven to increase the success rate
of non-operative management by approximately 60%.
Let's get an interventional radiologist to consult,
and if they agree, we'll take it from there.
-How are you feeling?
-Like I'm punching thin air.
-When the going gets tough...
-He's had so many brews.
Probably got a crush on the tea girl, bless him.
Gone for a breather.
I think he just finds it difficult being back here, you know?
I can imagine.
-Ah, Miss Campbell.
-I-I-It's a bit of a mess.
Yes. I came across the World's Strongest Man competition.
He's Swedish, like Magnus Ver Magnusson!
HE PRETENDS TO STRAIN
-The manhood stone lift!
And I believe...
you owe Jason 36 minutes.
-This is ridiculous.
-It's just precautionary.
We have the CQC here today, so we have to be doubly vigilant.
Do you ever get the feeling fate is trying to tell you something?
You have a visitor.
So these are the lengths you're going to now.
She's already had a BCG, so the likelihood of this is....
The IDRA, PCR and Mantoux results will be back shortly.
Do you think they're trying to drive me mad?
We'll then do a chest X-ray, an MRI,
and if we can't get a better sputum sample,
we'll have a think about a bronchoscopy.
Has news of this spread to Kabul?
No. Why? No need to worry them.
Let me know when you get the results.
She's made her mind up.
just get her fit, will you? Get her every test she needs.
Bronchoscopy, the lot.
All of us have got lives to get back to.
I'm sure once we eliminate this threat...
If she's got TB, then no regiment in their right mind would take her on.
She must be terrified.
-Who are you?
-I'm not sure what you're asking me.
-I'm asking what kind of a man...
-It's not how it looks.
Cos it looks to me like she doesn't know.
-And that's how it has to stay.
-No, that's how you want it to stay.
Look, I'm not sure what you think happened...
You stole my mother's savings. You took my friend's things.
You ransacked my flat.
You called the police, and they cleared me because it's not true.
I don't know why I couldn't see this,
because, I mean, you could clearly charm the pants off anyone.
-You've got me all wrong.
-Really? Do I?
I don't know how deep this narcissism runs in you,
but in case you didn't notice, your wife is up there. Your wife.
And you could have told her, but you didn't, did you?
I love you.
Look, I never cheated on her when we were together. She split up with me
before I found out about the cancer. I was on my own.
Awww! Well, now your wife's back,
so everything in Lee's life's rosy again, isn't it?
It's messy, me and Ali is. It's not easy, but we're working on it.
She just can't find out about this.
-Well, she seems perfectly happy.
-She is. She might be. I don't know.
This is ridiculous.
Oh, no, please, wait. Listen to me. I...
You know, I can't just...
It's not real with her. We don't even sleep together.
Not for months. Dom, I mean it.
I don't care how you feel.
That's fine. She just can't find out.
I have work to do.
-Work in HR now, do you?
-If you just put her name forward...
-Why would I do that?
Because she'd be perfect.
How many women of her pedigree land in your lap like this?
This is the same woman recovering from a spinal injury,
a pericardotomy and with suspected open TB.
I just think it would be good for the hospital.
-And great for her.
-I'm sure you do.
I can't help feeling that I should be doing something for her.
-And for them.
-What you should be doing
-is contacting the anaesthetist for that bronchoscopy.
-No, but I...
We're not marriage counsellors. Though sometimes I do wonder.
Is there any reason I'm no longer even allowed in the room to see her?
Because you have asthma.
-You didn't think it best to inform us of that, Doctor?
-I've had my BCG.
Miss Wolfe told us out of concern for your health.
Thank you, Dr March.
You can't go in there. It's staff only from now on.
Seems Bernie's made an impression on that one.
Dr March is in the early throes of a relationship.
She's very impressionable.
Hm. "Early throes"!
Best bit, eh?
Are you married?
If you have any messages, Dr March can pass them on for you.
-He's here. Where is he? Where is he, Dom?
-Where is that little thief? I want my stuff back.
-Get in there.
-You're treating his wife.
-Yes. But I didn't know they were together.
I don't care about that.
He took my grandfather's medals. I want them back.
He was interviewed by the police. They said he didn't take them.
Er, I think you mean they couldn't prove he took them, which is
two very different things, Dom.
Arthur, he hasn't told his wife.
-Great, then we hold all the cards.
You can't do that, OK? It's not fair. She didn't do anything wrong.
I don't believe this.
I don't know what your problem is with me today,
but you couldn't have chosen a worse day to start
-banging on about your...
-My problem with you? I couldn't care less. OK?
Believe it or not, I haven't been thinking about you,
because, unlike you, I have this amazing ability,
otherwise known as the "basic human decency" gene,
to think about others.
I was worried about Morven.
Yes. She's on her own, and I'm not there for her.
Arthur, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
But Morven is tough. She...
Dr Copeland, where have you been?
I'm sorry, he was helping me with this case. It's...
Yeah, er, Dr Digby is right.
-Mr Cox shouldn't begin his treatment just yet.
-Well, that's fantastic.
Now, how about paying some attention to your own case
and explaining to me how you missed this?
I can't find any notes on her history.
Did you even chase a urine test?
-I had no idea.
-Well, I'll leave you to break the news.
-How you doing?
-Are you all right?
Sorry to interrupt.
Alison, your CT results have just come back,
and they indicate that you have an enlarged uterus.
Well, we'd need to do an ultrasound, but, er,
it appears you're pregnant.
-You can't be.
-Is the baby all right?
-Well, we'll need to...
What about all the scans? They can't be good for a baby, can they?
You sent her in for extra scans.
At this juncture, our priority is the safety of the mother.
And screw the baby?
Also, unfortunately, considering your clinical situation,
the embolisation treatment is no longer a viable option.
-So I have to go under?
-Well, we're looking to avoid that, but...
-I'm working on it.
-Oh, you're working on it, are you?
No, we need to leave, we need to get to another hospital.
-This isn't good enough.
-Lee, stop it.
This bloke's not who we thought he was, we can't trust him.
Oh, and I suppose you told your wife
about the treatment plan we worked on for your cancer?
That was also pretty unconventional, I'd say.
-Just try it.
-Please, stop it. Please.
-Don't worry, Ali, we can get you transferred.
-Please, Lee, stop!
-Stop what, babe?
-You don't think I know about them?
Sorry to break it to you, Doctor,
but you're just another one of his men.
Ali! You're mad! Me with men?
I'm not having this. We're leaving.
-Just tell me my baby will be OK.
-Ali, sweetheart, you're going to be OK.
We just need to get you out of this place.
I just thought I could mend it.
Alison, I'm genuinely sorry.
If you would like to be seen by another doctor, I'd understand.
In the meantime, I will get an obstetrician
to come and see you as soon as you're ready.
I like Mr Hanssen. As well as being strong, he seems smart.
I think I'd like to give him my glove.
-Oh, no, I think you should keep that.
-No, I really want him to have it.
So, is he your boss?
Yes, yes, he's in charge of the whole hospital, which is
why those people in suits are here, to make sure he's doing a good job.
The pigeons. A plague of pigeons!
-Yes, exactly! A plague of pigeons!
So, if you're his deputy, what does that mean, exactly?
Well, it means that people follow orders from Mr Hanssen,
and when they can't find him, they follow me.
And if they can't find you, they follow Mr Hanssen?
HE GASPS Wow! So this is the peace garden.
Well, come on, make peace.
Yes, but maybe we shouldn't disturb other people.
What's a bald-headed eagle doing in the peace garden?
Waiting for prey?
Er, meet Jason, my nephew.
Jason, this bald-headed eagle is Jac.
Auntie Serena keeps apologising to me.
But if you need to apologise,
you shouldn't have done it in the first place.
Well, that's the most sensible thing I've heard all day.
Pleasure to meet you, Jason.
I think I'm going to like her.
-You're not supposed to be here.
-Why would you do that?
-I'm not sure I understand the question.
-That wasn't about Alison.
I need to get back to work.
It means a lot to you, this job, doesn't it?
Your boss seemed to think today was important, all those
suits asking questions, checking the doctors are up to scratch.
I mean, just imagine if they knew.
It looks pretty bad, a doctor and a patient.
That sort of thing isn't...
The bleeding from Alison's spleen's accelerated.
-You need to get to theatre now.
-No, I promised her!
This is all your fault, Dominic.
-OK, I've found the rupture.
-Can you repair it?
That's a pretty big tear.
Well, we need to stop this bleed.
You're not helping, Dr Copeland.
I'm going to have to remove the whole spleen. Clamps, please.
-The more the merrier. Ties, please.
So, Miss Jones is...
Trying to stop the blood flow.
-You really need to stop this.
All right, Dom? Let's just do this together.
No, I can't. I'm...
Dr Copeland! Dr Copeland!
Let's deliver this spleen, shall we?
So you're not upset with me any more for asking
so many questions about your mum?
-The 36 minutes are up.
-Oh! Right. OK, well, shall we go back inside?
I think I'm going to stay out here for a bit, enjoy the peace.
-Will you remember how to get back in?
-I'm my own man.
Yes, of course. I'm sorry. I know. I trust you.
So I'll meet you by the vending machine in 20 minutes, then?
OK. And I know that if you say that, you mean that!
I really don't like that lipstick on you.
She's fine. The baby, too.
The spleen was removed, but she should make a full recovery.
Look, Mr Griffin, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened.
I couldn't focus. I was worried I'd put you off, and...
-This situation with Mr Cannon...
-OK, I don't know what he's told you,
-but I have a different version of...
-Please, I know all the facts.
Well, with all due respect, Mr Griffin, I don't know who's been...
You would be wise to let me finish.
There's no denying that what you did was irresponsible.
He wasn't my patient at the t...
You've got some good friends around you, Dr Copeland.
You should listen to them more.
This is clearly a...complex case,
and I'm sorry that you have to go through it.
You're a good doctor, but I'm going to need to see more than that.
Now, you've got some serious soul-searching to do.
And Dr Copeland...
don't EVER walk out of a theatre of mine again.
How are you feeling?
Like a prisoner of war. What fresh torture have you got for me now?
I suppose the one thing this place can give you is time to think.
It'd be easier if I didn't have you lot poking
and prodding me every ten minutes.
-Yes, I'm sorry. It must be tough.
-Is there something you want from me?
No, there's something I have for you.
From your husband.
Why is there never any milk when I want tea?
She's finished with me.
-Good for her.
-She's going to be all right, but she's left me.
-It's because you're a liar.
-She thinks that I'm...
I can't help the way I feel, can I?
Lee, before you showed up here today,
your wife turned round and told me that I reminded her of her husband.
Do you have any idea how that makes me feel,
that I reminded her of confused, deluded little you?
-Because you're so golden.
-What I am is of no concern to you.
-No, I'm not your mate. I'm not your anything.
In case you've forgotten, you screwed me over.
-That's what this is about, your stuff!
Because you can have it back. All of it. I don't need it.
-So you admit that you did it?
-Yeah, yeah, I stole your stuff.
Is that what you need to hear? That's what'll make this OK for you?
-I stole it to make myself feel better.
-To make you feel better?
And she's right. You're not the first. Do you think that's sad...
-I don't even know what you're asking!
-..that I do what I do,
that I'm so ashamed of who I am, I rob them after?
-I don't think you even know who you are.
-I'm on my own, Dom.
That's because you deserve to be!
-You did this to me.
No, YOU did this.
Your wife left you because you lied to her,
whatever your twisted little reasons were.
You lie, you cheat, you steal, you go behind her back
-and you sleep with men!
-I can't help how I feel!
This isn't just about how you feel, Lee!
WHAT IS IT ABOUT?!
I thought we understood each other, Dominic.
-You... You need to calm down.
-Now nobody believes me.
-No-one trusts me.
-No-one trusts you because you keep on lying.
-SHOUTS OUT IN FRUSTRATION
-I could just smash his face!
-Get away from him!
Whoa, OK, OK, Lee, Lee, put the knife down. All right? Just...
We can talk about whatever you want.
-I'm supposed to have a family. I've got a baby to protect.
-Put the knife down!
Even the CQC have a bird.
We're just waiting on a transfer.
We'll have you out of here as quick as we can.
I'm not being funny, I just...
I feel like I'm being told I have no soul or something.
We'll soon have those X-ray results for you, Mrs Henry.
See, to be honest,
I always thought you more of a farmyard type.
Ow! What was that for? SHE LAUGHS
Cancel your transfers and inform theatre they'll have to be referred.
-There's been an incident.
-What sort of incident?
-I don't know, they weren't clear.
Erm, I'm going to go up to Keller, but can you cover my cases?
-And I'll keep you informed. But until I do...
-Keep it between us.
-Yes. And page Hanssen.
Mr Dunn, obviously I don't know what's going on, but I do
agree with your earlier assessment. Her head must be all over the place.
-She must be terrified. There must be other ways around...
Just pass her the note. It's better this way.
-I don't want to do this any more.
-In deep, are we?
-Let's have a look.
-No. We can't.
-Course we can. Come on.
No, this is not gossip.
There's a relationship at stake here, two people's lives.
All right, Dr Phil.
-Yeah, you should probably take it to her.
-Take her what?
-Spit it out.
I've got myself caught up in a messy break-up.
Read the first one.
-"I feel lost without you.
"I haven't taken this much loneliness since Pen Island.
"And you remember how that felt."
-Right, well, I've never heard of it.
She's been posted to lots of different places.
Right, read it again and then have a look at ALL the placenames.
-All the place names are...
-There you go. Right. TB is confirmed negative.
I'll let you pass on the good news.
-Get an IV line in.
-Mr Campbell, take him to Trauma, please.
How's Mr Griffin?
-Dr Digby, can you assist, please?
-I'm checking damage to the ribs.
I'm fine, I'm fine. See to Dr Copeland.
You just saved Ric from a knife-wielding psychopath.
That takes character.
So much for that existential crisis, eh?
He's not going to die, is he?
'Doors opening. Lift going up.'
Whoa. Stuck to the wheel.
-Must have been on the ward.
-Take over. Give it to me.
Right, you take him down and start without me. I will be there.
-OK... Miss Campbell?
-Seen it all. Oh, God, he must have seen it all!
Jason? Oh, God!
Well, either this is the most extreme form of sisterly
solidarity, or you have news and I'm going to say, "I told you so."
So, it seems your tests have come back all clear.
Ha! I told you so.
I'm sorry we put you through all this.
I'm a stickler for protocol myself.
Besides, I've experienced worse at my sister-in-law's.
And I know I grumble, but the hospitality here is top-notch,
Thanks for playing postman and all that.
-Silly game we used to play together.
-Got us through the dullest lectures.
-Well, it's lost none of its hilarity, I'm sure.
I need the things you didn't realise you were missing.
Perhaps I do need some time to recover, anyway.
Prescription and discharge forms are all signed off. You're good to go.
So, this is it, then.
Thanks for your concern. It was a great help.
He says he can find room for me on the sofa, so I just need to
call my commanding officer and say I won't be back for a while.
That's great news.
Serena? What's wrong?
-Er, where's Jason?
-Have you seen him?
-Er, no, not for a while.
Oh, no, please...
-What? What happened? Is he hurt?
-I don't know, I don't know.
He thought that people followed Mr Hanssen if they couldn't find me,
and Hanssen was on Keller. And the glove. So he must have followed him.
Oh, he must have seen it all! Oh, God, where is he?!
-Well, I'll stay here in case he comes back.
-I think the budgie might be the strongest person I know.
I, er, found him wandering about.
-That's not for you.
-Er, no, sorry, Mr Hanssen must have dropped it.
Did he see anything? No?
-I don't think so, no.
-I thought he saw everything.
-You didn't show up.
We said 20 minutes by the vending machine, and you didn't show up.
-I'm really sorry.
-Jason, Serena is trying.
No, she's not. I don't want you as an auntie.
OK, erm, well, I've got surgery to do. I've got to go.
-We'll talk later, Jason.
-I don't want to talk to you any more.
I don't need to.
OK. Erm, will you look after him, please?
More suction, please.
What did they see?
Exactly what we showed them. And I intend to keep it that way.
The artery's not in good shape?
-The hole in the colon's concerning me.
Damn it, it's disappeared. There's too much blood.
-Right, he's crashing. More bloods now, please.
-OK, we're losing him.
We're too late.
No, he's stabilising.
OK. Going in again to find the bleed.
Got it. Clip.
I'm sorry, I think maybe you...
Oh? You're doing fine, as far as I can see...
If you're sticking around, erm, I assume someone of your
frustrating ability will be looking for some employment somewhere.
Forgive me if I noticed a compliment buried somewhere in there.
I can make a recommendation, but there are no guarantees.
You do seem to have most of the other power players eating
out of your hand here, though, so...
-Well, I've noticed a few plays going on around here.
-Is that so?
When you spend enough time in a place,
you either stare at the walls or watch the people.
I believe the military term is "spying."
Whichever you prefer.
One thing's for sure, at some point you're going to need help
with whatever it is, and that one...
..is going to give you everything.
Thank you for the recommendation, but I decide who I need and when.
Also, I'd like to apologise...
for snapping at you this morning.
Have you ever heard the phrase "if you're apologising,
"it means you shouldn't have done it in the first place"?
It's a complicated world.
See you around, Ms Wolfe.
Shall we go?
Said he wanted to make himself useful.
I also said I'd like a girlfriend,
but apparently this hospital doesn't do those.
So, what, you're going to be our fifth column at CQC?
Sorry, yeah, I'm just learning how to use that one myself.
-I saw it on a spy documentary.
-I love spy documentaries.
-Oh! What are you doing here?
-I could ask you the same thing.
-Er, Charge Nurse Fletcher. Hello.
-Allan Coalville. I'm Jason's carer.
-I live with him.
-He's actually my personal assistant.
-I keep him in a dungeon in my lair.
In your dreams you do. What are you wearing a suit for, hm?
You look like you're auditioning to be a waiter.
-I've been looking for him.
-Actually, I've been looking for a Serena Campbell.
-Fresh from another rescue.
Miss Campbell's a bit of an inspiration round here.
-Er, hello, I'm guessing that you're Allan.
Got home and he'd left me a note saying he'd gone to see Serena.
Spent ages trying to hack into his e-mail.
You know, if you write asking him to come
and meet you, he will come and meet you. It's...
A literal thing, yes, I discovered that.
-Can we go home now, please, Allan?
-Look, do you mind...? Can I just...?
Jason, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for not being there when I said I would be.
I'm sorry for talking about things you maybe didn't want to talk about.
I'm sorry for not finding out more about you.
But most of all, I'm sorry for just being sorry all the time!
It's been difficult for me.
It's been difficult for me, too.
I think maybe I've been a bit selfish.
It's difficult for both of us.
Perhaps...we could share that?
We could both find it difficult together.
-Like partners? Like you and Mr Hanssen?
Like partners. You could be the leader and I'll be the deputy.
Well, I can be the deputy, and you can be the leader.
Whichever way you want.
Er, I just would like to spend some time with you.
-Will you watch World's Strongest Man with me?
-Yes. I would love to.
Even the tyre lift, which is my least favourite?
Even the tyre lift.
Can Serena have a hug, Jason?
I'm so glad you listened to me about the lipstick.
SHE SOBS HAPPILY
-In note form.
-But you knew about it.
Er, I beg your pardon?
I am an eminent surgeon, I'll have you know, not an idle gossip.
-I've got better things to be doing with my time.
-That's enough, thank you.
Zosia, what did you really think of Ms Wolfe?
Everything I said before.
That's what I thought.
I need to speak to you later.
Well, well! Daddy will be jealous.
It's been really great having you here, Jason.
I sure will be glad to see the back of those...pigeons, though.
Well, just make sure you don't go biting them.
Because I said "bite". And birds don't...
You'll be fine.
..just wanted you to know that Lee is fine. He pulled through.
I'm genuinely sorry. I had no idea.
You know, he really did talk about you a lot.
You don't deserve any of this.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
Good luck with the baby.
-It's been quite a day.
So I guess we'll be seeing more of each other from now on.
-I'm sorry, Serena... Ms Campbell...
..you have such a busy job.
What Jason needs is consistency.
Yes, I can appreciate that.
-Coping with unexpected changes is very challenging for him.
But do you?
There's really no middle ground here.
Jason's already emotionally invested in this.
-Allan, are we going now?
-One second, mate.
If you want to be Jason's aunt, then you have to be all the way in.
And if you want to say goodbye and walk away,
then you shouldn't feel guilty about that.
It's a serious commitment.
Goodbye, Auntie Serena.
But please, no more pasta, Ollie.
I feel like my stomach is lined with lasagne sheets.
Hang on. I've got Digby on the other line.
Yep, late, late.
Digby! Keep a secret?
You are talking to Naylor's new...
CAR ENGINE STARTS
A figure from Dominic's past makes an unwelcome return, with traumatic consequences.
The death of Serena's sister sets off a chain of events that brings an unexpected visitor to Holby.
Zosia, over-involved in the personal life of her patient, Major Bernie Wolfe, finds herself out of her depth.