It's Arthur and Morven's engagement party and Arthur receives some life-shattering news. Adele makes a startling decision and Cara finally makes a move on Raf.
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-When undercover he sleeps with someone else
and tries to convince you that it's all just part of the job.
I always thought you and her make a good couple.
Me? I'm far too old for her.
I thought perhaps you had what it takes.
Get back to changing bedpans. Maybe I should be reassessing
whether you're fit to work on neuro at all.
You were ready to leave that man on the table, untreated.
Now, what I want to know is,
was that incompetence or just plain indifference?
That is enough!
Don't bring us into whatever this is with Sir Dennis.
Please! You don't speak for us.
I feel like a superhero!
It's a nice feeling, isn't it, being a fiance?
It's nice being YOUR fiance.
You're so silly!
Selfie'd love it if I was late.
Another reason to wish I didn't breathe.
You could always rejoin the CT dream team.
Oh, turn broken record FM up a bit, why don't you?!
You're not happy working on neuro or with Selfie.
Look, I'm committed to neuro and I'm sticking to it. Got that?
My darling...you won't "forget" again to invite the Keller
crew to our engagement party tonight, will you?
Because it's, like, tonight
and all my friends were invited last week so...
Yep, sure, I will remember today. Yeah.
Plus, you've made your baked treats now so, like... Wow, party boy!
Adele! TYRES SCREECH
-Did I just...?
We could have died.
Moley, Moley, Mole Face... Diggers, Diggers...
Arthur... What can I say?
My partner in crime, my best friend...
We're like two trees growing side by side, our roots...
In my day, all a junior doctor needed for a party
was a mix tape and a bottle of Blue Nun.
Ha! Well, the Roaring Forties sound awesome.
Anyway, I've spoken to the club
and they have said that anyone can put money behind the bar...
So if you and any of the other consultants fancy chipping in
to buy some bubbles for our cancer survivor,
that would be lovely.
I'd put as much as I can, but what with Jeremy Hunt's loaves
and fishes trick, my pay envelope might be a little bit
thinner than it should be.
Are you sure that a surprise engagement party is Arthur's thing?
Well, it's the whole joy of it. "Surprise!"
I'm his best man for a reason.
You were like Spider-Man or something.
The way you just, like, jumped in front of that lorry,
it was incredible.
Are you OK, darling?
Yes, absolutely fine. Could you just take those for a second?
Yeah, you're so right, you know. I think this big, cool,
hip-hoppy engagement party idea of yours is a great one.
I am going to invite all the Keller crew as soon as I get in, OK?
Look, you don't have to pretend for my sake.
Ha-ha! Arthur, look.
C-section woman lost her leg
but we could say she had gangrenous bedsores.
Come on, let's do this party. SHE GIGGLES
I want to swing from the rafters tonight.
What's the point of escaping death if you don't live?
-Yes, Arthur! We're going to make the most of every day.
You'll be delighted to learn that the cardiothoracic nursing
trainee post has become vacant.
Your dream of returning to Cardiothoracics,
once your neurosurgical placement ends.
But...I haven't asked to move back to CT.
Why would I do that? I'm committed to neuro.
Then perhaps your sister misunderstood.
I haven't asked to move back to CT. I find neurosurgery fascinating.
I want to continue when my placement ends. I am 110% committed!
Rochelle, can I just check this patient...
You crazy kids. Let's see that ring.
It's Arthur's grandmother's.
Thank you for the time off.
Oh, it's all right. Glad to hear your dad's doing well.
And thank you for being so great about Arthur staying last week.
Hey, nothing says home like Arthur Digby's sex noises!
Looking forward to the big party tonight!
Morven, you do realise you'll have to take that off, though, yes?
DOORS BUZZ OPEN
OK, we've got Linda Bradshaw. Being treated for breast cancer in Spain.
Complaining of a headache and weakness down her left side.
Arrythmia picked up on ECG in ED. No evidence of trauma shown.
And GCS is 15.
Only came back to Blighty to sort out my pension.
Well, sounds neurological. Let's get a brain CT with contrast, please.
Oh, and they'll need a cardiology review,
for the arrhythmia, thank you. Let's go.
Any more dates at the opera?
A gentleman never kisses and tells, Cara.
We went out for dinner a couple of times.
But kind of fizzled out.
So you're a free agent, then?
Thinking of getting a dog.
Sounds great. I'll let the guys know.
You're up for that, aren't you, Fletch?
I can get a group bargain bucket from Mr Chicken.
LIFT: 'Doors closing.'
Looking for a hero over there, Mr Di Lucca.
Guys, guys, guys, listen up.
OK, I need to be down in the club by six to decorate.
You guys have got to be there for eight o'clock,
in order for it to be a surprise.
So when he walks in it's like, "Surprise!"
Dom. Skyhawk, two o'clock.
-HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
-So you were saying...
Yes, yes, I was saying. So that ends our meeting on...
Did I miss a memo?
Not at all.
No, we're short-staffed.
Mr Griffin is in an emergency and I'm in an elective all morning.
So I've tossed a coin. Dom, you're in charge.
McWaller's on call.
Oh, before you all go, I have an announcement.
As you all know, Morven and I are engaged...
OK...that's good. Erm...
And in light of recent health scares,
I've discovered you only live once.
So...I am really sorry for the short notice.
But Morven has organised our engagement
party for tonight on the HMS Bosworth!
The boat? The posh one?
Yep! Baked treats all round.
-Wow, baked treats.
Thought you guys lived together? Don't you talk?
Why would he bother talking to me
when Morven's such scintillating conversation?!
Can we spread the word, the good party is off?
Baked goods, my foot.
I was wondering, when you come out of theatre with Mr Griffin,
could I have a quick word?
It's just a work thing.
-Yes, absolutely, yes. Wow, sounds intriguing.
I'd prefer if you didn't tell the CEO I was trying to take
a step back in my career.
I just told him you were keeping your options open.
And I told you that I was fully committed to neuro.
Please respect that.
Why are you so bothered about me coming back to CT anyway?
Mo. I've got a referral from AAU with an arrhythmia.
I'll be right there.
Mr Self. I've been reading up on neuro diagnostics.
And I'd really love the experience of emergency referrals.
OK, seeing as we're short-staffed this morning.
I won't let you down.
Make sure you don't.
OK, so you sustained your injuries when your son...
They're, erm... They're not...
OK, stepson, and his suitcase fell through your conservatory
roof onto you, while you were doing aerobics?
It was pilates.
I was out. Terry had her earphones in.
She couldn't hear the doorbell.
He tried to climb through the bathroom window with his stuff.
-She locked me out my own home.
-You don't live with us, Dexter!
-What are they like?
-Have you not told her?
Len? You being a sneaky little sod again?
No, treasure. No...
SHE PANTS OK, got some shortness of breath.
Take some nice deep breaths into this for me, please.
Can I have an X-ray to rule out chest injury, please?
This is how a man should be around a lady.
Cool and calm and...honest.
Roll out the red carpet and have the oxygen on standby.
McWaller's here to see Dexter.
Mr McWaller is our general surgical consultant.
He's going to take you upstairs for a scan on our GS ward.
Can he do stairs?!
Oh, fine. Stay with Terry.
She's obviously on her period or something.
-You don't mind, do you?
-By the way, Dexter's moving in.
IV lorazepam. Come on.
Sorry, Mr Self.
Lorazepam given. Increase the oxygen.
We'll have to get her a CT scan as soon as she's stable.
No, it's not working. Right, somebody get me some...
Maybe you have been reading up, after all.
I know the patient, Mr Self. Linda's my mate.
-It's best you don't work on this case, then...
Don't. You've just got a gold star. Don't ruin it by contradicting me.
Why've I been so scared my whole life?
I mean, I could be a "dude" who throws a cool party on a boat.
Just a little FYI for you,
if you have to call your own party cool, it isn't.
Right, have I done something?
Emergency splenectomy coming up from radiology. McWaller's leading.
McWalrus, great! Can he even fit in theatre any more?
Dexter, Mr Arnold...
He was fine downstairs.
In the lift he just... I mean, I dunno what happened.
Hi, Dexter. I'm Dr Copeland.
By the looks of things, your spleen has ruptured.
So we're going to need to operate as soon as we can, OK?
Len. His dad. Operation? What's happening?
He's distended. His BP's 80/50. Let's get him into theatre now.
Stop. What is the plan here? I want to know.
All right, Len, he's in safe hands. Let's go!
Do you mind? I'm meant to be in charge here.
You've had a seizure, Linda.
We're just taking you for an emergency CT. How's the head?
Feel like it's 1986
and I've just discovered pina coladas for the first time.
We just have to exclude a neurological condition.
-Don't worry, you're in good hands.
I hope it's his!
Hey, Adele! What you doing skulking round there?
Collapsing on street corners? What are you like, eh?
Oh, I know. Come on, I'm in the mood for a conga.
# Da-da, da-da, da-da, da... #
Right I'd just like to get Ms...
..Linda to radiology as quickly as possible.
Actually, Mr Self. Would you mind if I took her down?
It's OK, I'm not getting over involved,
I'm just pushing the trolley.
Come on! # Da-da, da-da, da-da, da... #
Get a move on.
-He's collapsed. Angina attack.
Ah, well, that was inevitable but excellent timing. Great(!)
Mr Levy's dealing with an arrest but he's going to be here soon as.
-We need him now!
-Can you also call Mr Griffin? He's on call. Thank you.
BP still dropping. We'll have to start.
And back in the real world, we won't be doing anything
until a senior doctor gets here.
Got to do it now.
No, we need to call a GS surgeon now, please.
Can you call AAU anywhere? Thank you.
-90/70, we can't wait.
-No! No! No, Arthur.
Look, you know full well I'm in charge.
Give me the knife.
You've got to be kidding me.
I knew Len had form as a terrible husband.
I mean, his last wife, he left her without even telling her.
He just didn't come home and let her figure it out.
-But I let lust rule.
He swept me off my feet. Proposed after six months,
he said he'd be a changed man for me and I believed him!
You think I'm a mug, don't you? For staying in this marriage?
You think I should leave him?
It's not for me to say.
Terry. As I suspected, your chest X-ray shows a small haemothorax.
And if I pop my clogs, he is going to get my salon.
Look, it's not as drastic as it sounds.
There is fluid in your lung but your sats are looking good,
so instead of inserting a chest drain, for now,
I would like to treat you with oxygen and plenty of bed rest.
Ahh! Look, don't touch, is it? Is he married?
Well, don't let my fresh hell of a marriage put you off.
That lad needs a snogging.
Yeah, I think I'm firmly in the friend zone.
Don't you get cute with me, dolly,
you're in no straight man's friend zone.
I just don't think you've been clear enough, have you?
I'm going to clamp the pedicle. 1.0 Vicryl.
Are you seriously gonna perform a splenectomy that you're not
qualified to do?
But how am I meant to explain that?
What the hell do you think you're doing?
You will have to ask Dr Digby, I have nothing to do with this.
Right, Arthur, let me take a look, please.
Make room, please, Dr Digby!
Stemming the bleed.
May I continue?
Well, seeing as you've got a consultant present, yes, you can.
I wanted to chat to you both.
I'd like the trust to put me forward for the ACF at Cambridge...
I believe you're a Cambridge man, Mr Griffin?
Indeed I am.
I had a check and Morven can continue her training nearby.
I'm just ready for new challenges.
Mo. I thought I'd cheer Linda up with a few pics from our favourite
resort. We've got Faliraki, Marbs, Tenerife.
She doesn't suit being in a hospital.
She doesn't even have her sister here.
Hey, didn't we stay at that resort?
Yeah, you hated it.
You were just a kid then.
Look at you, you're all grown up.
Listen, I think we should give Guy and the oncologist a second.
Why, what's happened?
The CT scan showed multiple brain metastases.
It's probable secondaries from the breast.
Didn't Selfie operate on a patient a few months back with three mets?
Yeah, yeah. Well, we'll probably learn more at the care plan meeting.
Well, you're certainly a worthy candidate for the fellowship.
Well, if you could write my reference,
I would be extremely grateful.
Now, are you sure you're ready for all this upheaval?
Because, technically, you still are an oncology patient.
I found, I don't know if it was the same for you, Mr Griffin,
but after something like that you just want to get out there with
lashings of carpe diem!
Inspiring material for your best man speech, Dominic.
Best man? For who?
I thought that Dom was...
I will catch you guys up, I'm quite busy.
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Dom, you're not busy.
Gosh, Diggers, saving lives in theatre, parties on boats,
ACFs at Mr Griffin's old stomping ground and now observations?
Is there no end to your talents?
Has there been some kind of crossed wires?
-Did you think you were my best man?
Mr Griffin seemed to think you did?
Yeah, Mr Griffin thinks chinos are a good idea.
Anyway, how am I meant to know what you're thinking? Telepathy?
I mean, you spend all your time at Morven's now so...
Look, to be honest,
I haven't given the best man thing any thought.
I've been... Well, with the wedding so new and the ACF...
Oh, poor you(!) Yawn, Diggers, yawn.
You just can't stand me being centre of attention, can you?
No, it's not that at all.
It's the fact that I think you're taking yourself way too seriously.
Yes, I AM taking myself seriously, Dom.
I've had a serious health scare.
Oh, come on, Diggers. You had a mole removed!
-Clipping toenails is more dramatic.
Dom, there's a gaggle of medical students waiting for your tour.
Is "gaggle" the collective, or is it a "sod" of students?
Arthur... Now, as the hero of the hour,
maybe you'd like to give the patient's father the good news?
Yes, Mr Levy, thank you. I would love that.
You know what, Dom? If you can't be happy for me,
then don't bother coming to the party tonight.
The CT shows multiple metastases on the brain.
The oncologists and I have agreed that there is very little
we can do due to the number of mets.
The patient is aware of this and is keen on a DNR,
in the event of cardiac arrest.
I suspect we're talking days, if that.
The patient, her oncologist
and I have agreed that she should be transferred to a hospice.
Until that transfer is made,
the palliative care team here will be looking after her.
Adele, it's for the best.
I'm just wondering, is there a reason you can't perform the
same operation you performed on that other patient with multiple mets?
Yes, there is. That was an entirely different situation.
There were only three cerebellar mets,
they were surgically accessible.
The operation was performed to enhance
the life of a patient who had many months to live.
Please, don't you ever question my ethics again.
I just wish there was something I could do for her.
If it makes you feel any better,
Linda does not want to discuss any form of treatment.
She's accepted that her time has come.
You can't just go looking for your husband.
He needs to see what he's ignoring.
I mean, I'm sitting here with blood swamping my chest
and he couldn't give a fig.
I could win a legal prize for best grounds for divorce ever.
Ohh, there's your boyfriend.
I am working.
Yeah, well, I could do with a bit of peace.
So go on. Get out of my hair.
I think maybe you misunderstood me earlier.
I'm asking you out...on a date.
Oh, come here...
FLETCH CLEARS HIS THROAT
Erm, blood results, bay three.
-I can't breathe!
It looks like that haemothorax has worsened. Let's repeat that X-ray.
OK, we'll do whatever we can to keep you
comfortable before your transfer to the hospice.
Are you sure there is no-one you'd like us to call for you?
You don't have to stay here, you know.
You can go back to Spain. Be with your sister.
Adele's right. You call the shots.
Nah, I've served my time on budget airlines, thank you very much.
I know you don't want to be here, though. You hate hospitals.
-You always said...
"On a beach in Marbella...
-"..pina colada in one hand,
"wrap me up in tarpaulin and chuck me in the sea."
I'm just so tired, Adele.
Mr Self. I know you thought it best
that I didn't get involved in Linda's case, but...
She's your friend. You get over involved as it is.
No, I've accepted that she's dying. I'm not trying to save her.
I just want to help the palliative care team make
her as comfortable as possible.
Good news. The operation was a success.
Thank God. Thank you, Dr Digby.
-I thought I'd lost him.
-Well, it was a little bit more complicated
than we'd first anticipated.
Are you going to say thank you?
Shut up, Dad.
He's a joker!
You know, you used to want to be a surgeon, didn't you?
He got his teachers to give him extra biology homework
so he'd be ready for med school.
Got me and his mum to get him that magazine, erm, Cool Science?
Oh, yes, I've had a subscription since I was ten.
Science rules, dude! What happened?
-I got a life.
He's a cheeky so-and-so, isn't he?
Dexter's out the woods now, right?
Yes, he's going to be OK.
HE COUGHS Sorry. Excuse me.
-Where's Dom? Have you seen Dom?
Life in your F1 year will change immeasurably.
Firstly, you'll have very little personal time, some friends
will become rivals, some rivals will become friends, some friends
will get a new girlfriend and then drop you like a penny in a well.
But that's what you have those weekend on-calls for, to while
away those lonely Saturday nights.
SHE COUGHS VIOLENTLY
Do you remember those two sisters in the Jaume del Mar,
who used to think that the mini kettle in their room was haunted?
Yes, and we got DJ Danny Fingers to pose as a local priest
and he had to bless it, before they went back in!
Do you miss it?
-All the time.
Still can't believe we used to get paid to have a laugh every day.
-I think I've got an idea.
If Linda can't go to Marbs...
What? Adele, what?
I don't want to get you in trouble for abandoning the med students.
Don't be ridiculous.
That will do them good, to know that I find them
all completely forgettable.
I don't think I can feel any swelling.
I don't... I don't know.
Is it a lymph node?
I... I don't know.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It's back.
It's not going to leave me alone, is it?
Let me try and speak to Sacha.
He's got a lot more experience with this than I do.
We don't know anything for certain right now.
Coughing up blood. That's a bad sign, is it?
Let me get hold of Sacha.
He can give you a proper examination.
Or I can get Mr Griffin?
Can it just be you and me for now?
MUSIC: Agadoo by Black Lace
# Push pineapple, shake the tree... #
More pinny c?
No, thank you... Might be bad for my health.
Look at this, eh?
Pina colada. Marbella beach.
What more could I ask for? Thanks, flower.
Is there anything else I can get for you?
Hey, Linda? What have you always told me about no regrets?
It's daft... I don't know what's made me think about him now.
When I first jumped on that plane to Crete...
..I left someone special behind... My fiance, actually.
I could have been "Mrs Brian Tottingdon".
You never said.
I never stopped loving him.
So did you ever speak to him again?
No. His sister rings me every now and then.
He's got three kids now, apparently, still lives in Hull.
Good luck to him. He deserves all the happiness in the world.
So what are you saying? Would you like to see him one last time?
I'm just saying that...
I never ended that chapter of my life properly.
I never let him know how much he meant to me.
I didn't realise haemothoraxes made you so happy.
I'm just happy to be alive generally.
That's exciting news about you
and your fiance, following in Ric Griffin's footsteps.
What do you mean?
Arthur's ACF at Cambridge.
Thank you for sneaking us in.
If you see anything, don't let on until I'm out of the scanner.
I don't want to find out if I'm in a confined space.
What are you having for dinner tonight?
It's the engagement party tonight.
Of course. Sorry.
I didn't mean what I said earlier.
You are going to come, aren't you?
Of course I am.
That dinner question was a really lame way to change
the subject, by the way.
I know. Sorry.
So how's your sex life?
What?! You've barely been in all week, I don't have my normal
-sex noise barometer to go by.
You can talk. You could make a greatest hits album.
Do you remember that time we heard Sacha and Essie in the on-call room?
I would love a chicken dippers supper tonight.
Not sure the HMS Bosworth serves dippers on its nibbles menu.
You'll turn into a chicken dipper if you're not careful.
You have secondaries.
In your lungs.
Hi, my name's Adele, I'm Linda's friend.
I'm trying to get hold of your brother, Brian.
Could you give me a call or get Brian to give me
a call back on this number, please?
My wife is in theatre apparently. Terry Arnold?
Her condition worsened when she tried to get out of bed.
Our registrar, Mr Di Lucca, decided to treat the haemothorax surgically.
What did you let her get out of bed for, if she was ill?
We didn't. We tried to call you but your phone was off.
If you wait inside the ward, I'll let you know if there's any news.
You know those couples whose heads you just want to knock together?
So you and Raf seem to have gone from nought to 60.
We like each other. I've fancied him for months.
Are you sure this hasn't got anything to do with your ex
getting sentenced today?
I'm sorry, really, I am looking out for you as much as I'm
-looking out for Raf.
-I couldn't care less how long they put Jed away for.
-I haven't even checked.
-Well, if you're too scared to face it,
isn't that just confirming what I said?
There's no shame in not being over it.
Mr Griffin, please can we work on my application
-reference for the ACF?
-Now's not really a good time, Arthur.
Well, I should only get one shot.
So if we draft it then we can work on it.
You've never shown any interest in an academic fellowship before.
That's because I always assumed those kind of opportunities
were for pushy trainees, but that can be me, so...
Arthur, has something happened?
Have you spoken to your fiancee about this new venture?
It's going to be a surprise.
Look, why is everyone putting obstacles in my way?
Arthur. Speak to Morven. Then we'll talk.
I always thought you'd end up with someone called Stelios,
And not forgetting Manuel, do you remember him?
-"I love you, Leen-da!"
So...who was the one that got away for you?
Barry Spudden... Year 6. Conker wizard, broke my heart.
Never have any regrets, do you promise me?
Life's too short.
seem to have lost your...
your normal bright spark.
Are you happy?
Yeah, I mean, I'm training on the neurosurgical ward.
Whoever thought I'd say that?
And I'm paying my rent on time for the first time ever.
But are you happy?
Hey, I was just coming to find you.
What's all this about Cambridge?
Who told you?
What, so it's true? You've gone ahead and planned it?
Right, this could be incredible.
Why would we waste a second of our lives?
Well, because my dad needs me. My work.
Look, Arthur, you dodged cancer.
I get why you want to go mad and do academic fellowships.
But there's no rush.
So, just to be clear, our lives are on hold?
Come on, that's not fair.
No, it isn't fair, is it?
Linda's going downhill fast. There must be something you can prescribe,
steroids, to delay things?
The steroids won't do anything. Linda agreed to a DNR.
But we're trying to get hold of this guy she used to know.
Linda is terminal. Has she asked you to delay things?
Look, you've been here with Linda before, I know that you
care about her but you have to learn how to let go.
I know but it's too soon.
We're supposed to support each other, Mo.
If you really believed that we should delay things,
you wouldn't be asking me to prescribe.
You'd have gone straight to the palliative care team.
Mr Self, what does he say about it?
Linda's accepted it's her time. You have to, too.
He looks sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I had my phone off.
Dexter, he just went downhill. He had to have an operation.
So did I.
I didn't know.
No, Len, you didn't care.
You know, you didn't even ask if Dexter could move in with us.
-His mum kicked him out.
-Well, she's not as dumb as she looks then.
-What was I meant to do, make him homeless.
Maybe that would have been the kick up the backside he needed.
I mean, a grown man,
sleeping all day and playing with himself all night.
A, it's unhygienic, and B, it's not my problem, Len!
Guys, this is maybe not the place.
You know, I was so happy running my salon, living my life.
And you, you came along, you swept me off my feet.
And you promised, you promised that you would be a better husband
than you were to your first one and look at you.
I gave you six months of paradise and you're throwing me under a bus.
I'll be the husband that I promised.
Look, I'll have a word with Dexter.
No, it's too late. Nurse Martinez was right.
I want a divorce!
I won't give up my son. No matter what he's done.
Erm...Terry, I'm pretty sure I didn't say that.
I was thinking of booking a Michelin starred place in the country.
Or do you think that Cara might find that a bit too full-on?
Her ex is getting sentenced today and she's asking you out on a date?
I'm sorry, mate, I just don't think she's over it.
Are you sure that Arthur is all right?
He just seemed a bit agitated a bit earlier.
How would I know? We're not particularly close, actually.
You were his best man this morning.
I can take over from here, thank you, Dr Copeland.
Dr Digby. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?
What have you been saying?
Look, I understand you have your doubts about my suitability
for the ACF, but please could you let me
show you that I know what I'm doing?
Where's my dad?
Well, as I understand it, your stepmother is poorly too.
She seemed fine earlier. Why, what's happened?
I'll check. Don't worry about that, we'll patch that up.
I've literally just changed that.
Right, just given you some more pain relief, Linda.
We'll be transferring you to the hospice shortly.
Hey, you can't leave. Brian might be visiting soon.
How sexy do I look?
You look beautiful.
..what are we going to do about this one, eh?
She's lost...her normal spark.
Don't get her started.
Yeah, well, I keep telling her. Come back and work with me.
-We'll have a right laugh.
-I'm not five.
I don't need to have a laugh, Mo.
Hi, Mr Self.
Welcome to Marbs!
My office. Now!
OK, had a little trouble there, Dexter, but that's going to be fine.
Right, I'm just going to check his obs.
How you feeling? Terry's been through the wars herself.
I really think that the two of you should have some proper
"get to know you" time.
Look, I just want you to be friends.
I wish the conservatory had just finished me off.
What did you say?
OK, listen, there are people in this hospital who would give
everything to have what you have, to have their lives in front of them.
-What's he doing with his life? He's doing nothing.
-Arthur, calm down.
I just... Yep, I'm sorry.
No, no, no. Don't apologise. You're right.
High time you bucked up and did something with your life, Dexter.
I'm scared, Dad! When I dropped out of college, you did nothing.
I wanted to be a doctor.
Don't you think it was weird that I just gave up?
I just wanted somebody to talk to, OK?
He hasn't had any urinary output since recovery.
Oh, what's happening, Dad?
It'll be OK. Dr Digby's here.
He's read every edition of Cool Science that there is,
you're in top hands. What is wrong here?
Oh, right, we've got fresh blood. We've got a re-bleed.
-He was fine. I fixed him so...
-No, it's not fine.
I'm sorry, sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Tasha, can I get help in here, please?
Call Mr Griffin, I need to get him to theatre immediately.
I actually thought you were serious
when you said you wanted to extend your time in neurosurgery.
And is getting terminally ill patients drunk a means
to achieve that?
There was no alcohol. They were mocktails.
I was just trying to make her last few moments as happy as possible.
And before you say it,
it's got nothing to do with me over bonding or
because Linda's a mate - I would do the same for any patient.
Because that's my job.
You look down on nurses like they're some inferior breed,
cluttering up the place.
I don't think you realise how much patients rely on us
to get them through really, really terrifying times.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Sorry. Mo says Linda hasn't got long.
I'm here, you silly cow.
Brian called. He says he understands why you had to go.
It's sweet...of you to lie.
OK, he didn't call.
I just... I just don't want you to go with any regrets.
No regrets. Know why?
I've always known when it's time to go.
I want you...to be able to say the same.
It's time to let nature take its course.
This can't just be from the splenectomy.
Just looks like it's not clotting.
Did you check the clotting? This looks like a coagulopathy.
No. No, I didn't.
Let's give him FFP and platelets. And let's run an urgent TEG.
Right, we pack him and take him back to ITU ASAP.
Oh, my God. I didn't check the clotting.
Concentrate, Dr Digby!
We'll just pack him. Come on.
I've got to get out...
You better tell me what's going on, Dr Copeland, right now.
They're still operating on him. I'm so sorry.
I thought that he was fine.
He could have been. If I'd looked out for him.
Excuse me for a second.
Hey, what was all that about?
Arthur, you're scaring me.
I've got lung secondaries.
It's weird seeing you this quiet...
Time to move on.
OK. She's on her way.
You don't have to marry me.
In fact, I'm making the decision. We're not getting married.
You proposed and I accepted under heightened emotional circumstances.
It was always going to be a recipe for disaster.
-We should know better.
I've got cancer.
And I'm going to be spending the next year -
I hope - pumping chemicals into my body so...
All the travelling, and the wedding and everything you wanted us
to do, that's not happening.
Don't say that.
Look! You and me, nothing changes, all right?
We're going to get married.
You're going to get treatment and we're going to get through this. OK?
I love you.
Why did you bring your home bakes?
I thought we might need cheering up.
I think the recipe might need a little tweak.
Arthur, those don't taste good.
They're actually disgusting, aren't they?
Look, let's forget about the baking and the parties and fellowships...
..and just concentrate on being the fantastic doctor that you are.
So...I was thinking stick to the classics.
How about Italian tomorrow?
Yeah, I forgot...
I actually told Morven that I'd watch Don't Tell The Bride
with her so maybe we could postpone?
Or we could just wait until you're over your husband?
I really thought I was but he's just everywhere on this ward.
I mean, his baby was delivered here and we...in the linen cupboard.
Sorry. Yeah, I know. Keep it classy, Caz.
Just this...doesn't feel right now.
But it will do, one day.
Yeah, hope so.
Sounds to me like maybe you could use a clean break from this
place for a while?
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but Serena mentioned that they're looking for nurses with
trauma experience up on Darwin. Maybe you should talk to her.
I thought training as this super brainy neuro nurse would
make me feel like I've made it.
And that I wasn't your low achieving little sister, or that nurse
that dates a surgeon.
But it made me feel nothing.
It's just the same as being on CT.
Like I was treading water.
And that's not the way to live, is it?
I know I should never have asked you to come back to CT.
It's not your job to be my crutch.
I just don't want to live my life with regrets.
Miss Effanga. A word, please.
Now that the clotting's normalised,
we can attempt to remove the packs tomorrow.
I can't believe you got control with all that blood loss.
Every problem has a solution.
I'm so sorry about earlier...
I was dealing with a bit of bad news...
Arthur, we know about the secondaries in your lungs.
And I just want to say that you've got a great team behind you
and a great hospital.
So get a formal diagnosis
and I'm sure your oncologist will want to start you on chemotherapy.
As for the fellowship, we'll support whatever you want to do.
Now, I think I need to concentrate on getting better.
And here's probably the best place to do that so...
I obviously didn't make my feelings clear
to cancer the first time round!
Well, I'm sure your colleagues will want to drink to your fighting
spirit at the party.
I'm sorry I won't be able to be there but I wish you well.
Morven cancelled the party.
Well, makes two of us.
You planned a party for me?
Because I didn't bother to tell you about mine.
It's fine, honestly.
Look, give me half an hour, I'll see if I can whip up some
-chicken dippers and some balloons or something.
Would you like me to inform the nursing manager
that you should be removed from the training programme?
Would you like to remain on it?
I just don't think that I'm giving the best of myself here.
And life's too short for that, isn't it?
I'll write my letter of resignation.
Adele...what would you like to do?
I'd really like to do what I did today.
Giving people the best life possible with the time they have left.
I think I'd be good at it.
Congratulations on identifying the correct career path for yourself.
If only my F1s were as honest with themselves.
It's an application form for palliative care nursing
at King John's Hospital.
It's the best training hospital in this field
and I would be more than happy to personally recommend you.
Why would you do this for me?
Because you have a talent the NHS needs.
I watched someone die who I loved...
..and I wish...
Right, are you ready for this challenge or not?
Yes! Thank you, Mr Self.
These days, the Freedom of Information Act
should save you the trouble.
Adele's leaving drinks later, spread the word.
-Len, is he OK?
I can't believe that I asked you to choose between me and your son.
Sorry, it just all got a bit too much.
I've not been fair on you or Dexter.
Things are going to change.
We're going to be honest, I'M going to be honest.
That's all I want. No more sneaking around and making excuses.
Thanks again, Dr Digby. Me and Dexter, we'll talk properly.
A little bit of support goes a long way.
So...perhaps we can decorate the spare room for Dexter?
It will be a nice surprise for him when he gets home.
That's my pilates room.
Try engaging your brain before you speak, please, Len.
Could you meet me down in Albie's in about ten minutes?
-I'm sorry...in a bit.
There's a Lancet paper I think we could both work on.
OK, yes. Absolutely.
MUSIC: Can't Get You Out Of My Head by Kylie Minogue
HE CLEARS HIS THROAT
Arthur. What can I say? My partner in crime...
and my best friend.
Like two trees growing side by side, our roots have become intertwined.
And now your tree has a new branch - Morven.
I can't dance...
OK, well, I guess I'll just have to be an exclusive clique of one
on Darwin now.
The Darwin team love you.
And there's nothing Sir Dennis the Menace could do to change that.
Look at you dishing out advice.
Shouldn't you be throwing up in a plant pot by now?
Well, we've both done a lot of growing up the past couple of years.
Yeah. It's time for you to spread your wings.
I'm so proud of you.
I've never had my own party before.
They're all here for us. They love you.
These are the moments we have to remember in microscopic details.
Pictures safely stored in the brain, that's all we'll ever need.
Serena said you got called upstairs to Darwin for a chat?
I start on Monday.
I'm really pleased for you.
Thanks. I meant what I said.
When the timing's right, I really think we could make a go of this.
If someone else doesn't get there first! Come on.
Anyone else for clubbing? Last chance.
-Just have fun.
Oh, don't be boring. Get in the cab, losers.
It's been a long day. Shall we go home?
Do you know what? Let's go clubbing.
-No, no. You guys go have fun.
Love you, guys.
-Love you too. Good luck.
It's Arthur and Morven's engagement party and Arthur receives some life-shattering news.
When an old friend is readmitted to Darwin, Adele makes a startling decision.
Complications arise when Cara finally makes a move on Raf.