Prioritise the Heart Holby City

Carl is a trans patient waiting for gender reassignment.

Is there any chance you might be pregnant?

I'm bored of singing on my own.

Prepare for the worst. I'm preparing for the worst - so should you.

-I hope you like grapes.

-Who are they from?

-"Alex."

They all eat together, bunk down together.

"Get well soon, then get back here on the double, soldier."

Oh.

I don't know where your shoes are and the milk's in the shop,

so I suggest, when you've found your shoes, you put them on,

walk to the shop and buy some.

SIREN BLARES It's my son Cameron.

25 going on four.

Even when they're old enough to sleep around

and get completely wasted, they still want you to be mummy.

-Never been my forte, I'm afraid.

-It's not easy.

I have this fantasy that I'd have been Maria Von Trapp

if it hadn't been for my career.

Yes, I can't quite see you making dresses out of curtains

and singing Edelweiss around the fire.

I take that as a compliment.

But maddening as they are,

I am enjoying getting to know them again.

Yeah, must be great to be back in the family fold after so long.

Yep. It's wonderful(!)

Oi!

-You trying to kill me?!

-Sorry!

That would be ironic -

-floored by a Smart Car on my first day as a consultant.

-Yeah!

You do realise how long I've waiting for this moment?

I do, I do, which is why I got you these.

Oh!

-Wanted to make it a bit special.

-Yeah, you're a bit special.

It's a joke!

Yeah, thanks, Derwood. You're a mate.

Let's do this.

Ah, perfect timing.

Ooh, to what do I owe this pleasure?

Some kids tried to break into the Pound Store.

-Not very ambitious!

-Not very bright either.

One of them tried to make their escape across the roof,

lost his balance, fell into a skip.

I call that divine justice.

But a rather ignominious case for your last ever day on the force.

Yeah, just makes retirement seem even more appealing.

Look, did you, uh...call the estate agent?

Yes, and I told them to accept the offer.

No chain, so I could be out by the end of the month.

It's slightly terrifying.

You kidding? It's brilliant!

A place of our own. Just you and me.

No-one to answer to.

Doing what we want, whenever we want to.

I know, sounds heavenly.

Good. Cos I left you a surprise on your desk.

-Hmm, exciting.

-I hope so.

I can hear that you're unhappy,

but all the doctors are busy right now.

But the good news is you are next on the list...ish.

Lovely morning, Nurse Fletcher. Everything under control?

-Not exactly.

-Good. I'll be in my office.

Oh, yeah, in Bay 9. Er, no, 8.

Cheers, mate. I'll be with you soon as I can.

Dr Shreve, I can't do this all on my lonesome.

I can't speak right now. I'll call you later, OK?

I hate to play bad cop, but you know what the rules are.

No personal calls unless it's break times.

I know, I'm sorry.

Is that your dad?

There's no news on a match?

Not yet. And if he doesn't find a donor soon...

Listen, enough of this, all right? You gotta stay positive.

-TEARFULLY: But he's getting so weak, Fletch.

-It'll happen.

But I'm a doctor. I should be able to make it happen.

And you're doing everything that you can

and that is all that any of us can do.

Get out of here. Take five minutes.

Look at ya - you're no good to me here, are ya?

-But...

-I'll manage. And I'll cover for you with the boss.

I know, I'm a diamond, right?

I slept in an expensive moisture mask last night.

It's meant to bring out my inner glow.

What do you think?

Really? How expensive?

Oh.

15-love.

-Good morning.

-Morning.

-Shall we?

I'm going to be in theatre all day,

but you will have the capable support

of Messrs Copeland and Digby.

Hmm, made us sound like a dodgy accountant firm.

He got the "dodgy" bit right.

Ha, 30-love.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

This is Mr Barnes. He's in for a thyroidectomy,

but look like we're going to have to press pause -

his temperature's slightly elevated.

What about Mr Jackson?

Well, looking at the latest scans,

I think we're going to have to do an open inguinal...

Sorry to interrupt. ED have just called.

There's a 32-year-old male, motorcycle accident,

-traumatic injuries.

-Can you manage without me?

Well, the ward's pretty quiet and we do have an ITU bed available.

Sounds like this man needs you.

OK.

I'm on it.

Look, I don't want to talk about it, OK?

Hmm.

I could try and tell you a joke.

Trouble is, I can never remember the punch lines.

I could sing my funky chicken song?

With the actions?

This isn't funny, Arthur. My dad could die.

VOICE BREAKING: I really love my dad.

And I don't want to lose him.

I really wish there was something I could do.

Well, there isn't.

You've got your illness to deal with.

It won't be us.

Darwin's a Super Centre. We're untouchable.

Well, I heard that they might be targeting Obs and Gynae...

-Are you going to tell Mr Thompson?

-Tell me what?

Oh, it's just a rumour about staff cuts.

Yeah, your department might have been mentioned.

-Oh, I see.

-I mean if I was in charge, you'd be first in line.

-Me?!

You're so gullible, Derwood! Course it won't be you!

Oh!

So you up here for a reason, or just skiving speculum duty?

No, no, I'm here to see Carl Ryland.

-Ah!

-I heard he got re-admitted.

Persistent cough. Headaches. Shortness of breath.

His GP is concerned about the additional strain

the pregnancy could be putting on his heart.

OK, well, I'll go and check him out and then report back to Jac.

Uh-uh. She's at a conference.

So I'm the only big cheese here today.

Mmm! Right. So where is he, then?

Bay 2. Oh, actually, we should probably put him

in a side bay to stop the world and his wife coming up for a gawp.

Hmm, he's a bit jittery. About the baby.

Of course. OK. Thank you.

Mr Thompson, the very man.

There's something I wish to discuss with you, please.

Me? Why?

Not here. In my office.

Oh, well, I can't, I'm sorry, I'm busy...

If you could squeeze it in today, I'd be grateful.

I'll get my assistant to call you.

Doctor Copeland, what are you doing here?

I was paged.

Bernie Wolfe, trauma surgeon. I'm not sure who called me.

I did.

-Hi, Dr Copeland.

-Alex Dawson.

Locum anaesthetist.

So what's the story?

Will Highcroft. 32. Multiple injuries from an RTC.

Chest. Rib fractures.

Slightly reduced air entry on the left side.

Small pneumothorax,

free fluid in his abdomen and a liver lac,

but that seems stable enough for now.

Anything from the test results?

LFTs deranged.

That's to be expected, but apart from that...

MONITOR BEGINS TO BEEP

Damn it. Damn it!

He's unresponsive.

He's in respiratory arrest. We need to tube him now.

Got it?

OK.

It's no good. I can't see the glottis.

There's swelling and blood in here. I'll have to try and bag him.

MONITORS BEEP FASTER SATS are falling.

Plan B. We need a surgical airway.

Size 7 tube and crycothryoidotomy kit, please.

Thank you.

Yep, yep.

Nearly there.

SHE SIGHS WITH RELIEF

-MONITOR BEEPING STOPS

-There's the rise and fall.

Congratulations, Ms Wolfe.

Just like old times.

-Theatre's ready for you, Ms Campbell.

-Great.

What's this?

-You're not thinking of moving?

-No, not me.

It does look like the perfect little love nest.

Ah! So you're shacking up with Robbie the bobby, are you?

If you mean, are we moving in together

as a carefully considered life choice,

then yes, it seems we are!

Oh, excuse me. Just, um... tell theatre I'll be two minutes.

Hello. I thought today was library day?

Not any more. I've got a girlfriend.

Hi. I'm Lola. Jason's told me all about you.

Oh, has he now? Right, well, what can I do for you?

Lola's hungry. And I told her the breakfasts were nice here.

-But we haven't got any money.

-Cash point was broken

and Jase said you might be able to help us out?

Right. OK, fine. How much do you need?

£5, please.

More like ten, Jase. We'll pay you back.

Oh, don't worry. It can be my treat.

Uh, you're needed. Anaesthetist isn't happy.

Right, on my way.

Sorry I can't stop and chat, but very nice to meet you.

I'll try and find you later.

Ah, isn't it lovely how everything's working out?

Me and Robbie and Jason and Lola...

I wouldn't have thought that he was her type.

Never underestimate Jason, Raf.

He's always full of surprises.

'I hate hospitals. I just want to get out of here.'

This is the best place for you and the baby right now.

Systolic murmurs.

What does that mean?

Can I just take a look at the palm of your hands?

Is it serious? I saw that look.

You just need to try and stay calm, OK?

Thanks for that, Einstein.

We can't confirm anything until we get your test results back,

so there's no point stressing.

I know when it's bad. Been here before.

-No Lexy today?

-She's not my carer.

I said it was fine for her to come down later,

but now I'm not so sure.

You're a survivor, Carl. One of the toughest people I've ever met.

It's only cos I've had to be.

So is the plan still to transition post-partum?

Yeah, of course. If I didn't have to do this to protect my kid,

I would have been done already.

Well, it won't be long now.

It'll be worth it, though.

To be a dad.

If I get that far.

Well, we are going to make sure that you do.

Isn't that right, Mr Thompson?

Mr Thompson?

Um, yes, yes. Absolutely.

Baby Ryland seems very happy in there.

I'm just going to go and chase the rest of your results, OK?

Well, I hear that was touch and go.

Well done, everyone.

Ms Wolfe's at her best in a crisis.

You two know each other?

Royal Army Medical Corps. We were attached to the same unit.

In fact, we were blown up by the same IED.

Well, I'm guessing you got off a bit more lightly?

Barely a scratch.

Managed to get Ms Wolfe to safety and probably saved her life.

So you could say, we've been through a lot together.

-First day here?

-Yeah.

So when this poor guy rocked up, I heard Ms Wolfe was in the building,

I knew she'd be a safe pair of hands.

Well, that's a very fortunate coincidence.

Yeah, isn't it?

-Anyway, good to have you on board.

-Thank you.

-Mr Griffin, could I have a word, please?

-Sure.

-See you later.

-Bye.

-I'd like to request a different anaesthetist.

-Why?

I have my reasons.

I'm going to need more than that.

Is she incompetent?

No. She...she's good.

In fact, she's excellent, but...

Excellent? Well, then, she's staying.

Look, this patient might require further emergency treatment.

And it's better for him

if he's with somebody who's familiar with the case.

So whatever your differences,

you're just going to have to deal with them.

'Regarding your rather impressive bump,'

we've got the test results back

and there's really nothing to worry about.

Yeah, but what about me and my stupid, crappy heart?

We're just waiting for the final results. It won't be long now.

After all of this, my baby has to be OK.

I've risked too much, it's not fair.

You are going to be fine, Carl, trust us.

You can't promise me that.

If Lexy was here, she'd be telling you not to panic,

to stay strong for her and the bump.

Exactly. You're going to be a family.

You've just got this one last hurdle to get over.

-CARL COUGHS

-Could you...?

Bloods and echo confirm endocarditis.

Yeah, just as I thought.

OK, we're going to have to operate later,

according to the treatment plan.

-Could you book a theatre slot, please?

-Sure.

Hang on, treatment plan?

Yeah, I forgot to mention.

Mo, we need to discuss this.

If you operate today, there are serious implications for the baby.

Well, I've weighed everything up and it's the only way to go.

-No, Mo...

-I've made my decision, Derwood.

DOM CLEARS THROAT

So why did you leave the army, if you don't mind me asking?

I, um...got disillusioned.

Just didn't really know why I was there any more.

You have to trust your comrades 100%.

And if they don't ...

Could you chase Mr Highcroft's new bloods, please?

Yeah, of course.

Some coincidence. What the hell are you doing here?

I don't like loose ends.

Sorry, excuse me, who are you?

Uh, I'm his wife. Is it all right if I...

Yes, of course. Um, yes, Mrs Highcroft.

It's Jo. Actually, we're not together right now.

Look at the state of you.

He has serious chest injuries, multiple rib fractures.

The tube is there to help him breathe.

Always hated that bike.

-Is it OK if I stay with him, just for a bit?

-Yes.

Yes, of course. We'll leave you in peace.

Will?

It's...Jo.

This isn't a game, Alex. This is my life.

We can't all press rewind and start over.

What do you want?

SHE SIGHS

Don't worry, Bern.

Your secret's safe with me.

Get that kettle on, Derwood. I've got brownies!

You not excited about brownies? Now I am worried.

Derwood? What's wrong?

-Well, it's Mr Hanssen. He wants to see me, doesn't he?

-So?

So...you know, isn't it obvious? The big cull?

You think you're for the chop?

Come on, with your stats? Research awards?

Winner of Best Dressed Elf 2013?

You see, that's what I'm talking about.

Right, no-one takes me seriously, not even you.

A moment ago, you weren't remotely interested in my opinion

of the relative risks to Carl and his baby!

You're a mate, Derwood,

but someone's got to make the final decision

and today, in this department, that's me. Sorry.

It's just the way it is.

Power's gone to her head.

No, it's me.

I've never liked to put my head above the parapet.

You know what? I put my hand up in class once,

got the answer wrong and wet my knickers.

-How old were you?

-Five.

Then might I suggest it's high time you got over it?

I need something to distract her, cheer her up.

She doesn't need cheering up. She needs a donor for her father.

Don't look at me! You're not hacking through my six pack.

-You don't have a six pack.

-Yet. I still have hope.

Who is that?

That is Alex Dawson.

She's a compadre of Bernie's from Afghanistan,

although Bernie doesn't seem all that pleased to see her.

I'm actually quite intrigued why.

Dom, no, no, no.

None of your business.

Ah, shut up, when has that ever stopped me?

-Mr Highcroft's bloods.

-Thanks.

So how are you finding Holby?

Yeah, fine. For now.

Don't like to be in one place too long.

We all need new challenges.

Wish I had your courage, doing something extraordinary and heroic.

It's not the movies, Dr Copeland. It's far more mundane.

And brutal. But then Ms Wolfe must've told you that.

Actually, she kind of prefers to not talk about it.

Yeah. Will you take these to the lab, please?

She said she left due to "family reasons",

like some sort of scandal-stricken politician,

but then she spends most of her time avoiding them.

-Really?

-I mean, she's quite the enigma, really.

Nice try, Dr Copeland,

but if you really want to know what happened, I suggest you ask her.

It's fine, you can stay.

Oh, we parted on bad terms.

Really not sure he'd want me here.

-You are his next of kin.

-I've called his parents.

It's going to take them a while, but they're on their way.

Would you stay till they get here?

Mr Highcroft's updated bloods. There's been no change.

So he's going to be OK?

So far, so good.

Um, you wanted to see the updated scans.

Last time I saw him, I said some terrible things.

How long have you been separated?

A couple of months. We tried, really hard.

-You married?

-Very much so.

-Kids?

-Yes, two, pretty much grown up now.

So you've been together a long time?

25 years. JO GASPS LIGHTLY

Not many people make it that far these days.

You're very lucky.

Dr Copeland, could you do his obs now, please?

So how is it?

Being back in the bosom of your happy, loving family?

-Fine, thank you.

-Not according to Dr Copeland.

Says you work late, avoid going home.

-I really think you should go now.

-Mr Griffin wants me to stay.

I'll page another anaesthetist.

Yeah, and I'll go when I've got what I came for.

MONITOR BEEPS

BP's falling. He's tachycardic.

What's happening? Oh, my God.

Abdomen's swollen and distended.

There's discoloration here, bruising.

Bleeding from the liver laceration.

-Put out a major haemorrhage call and alert theatre.

-Will?

We need to get her out of here now.

-I'm not leaving.

-Are you OK?

-I'm fine.

-You really don't look it.

-I'm pregnant.

-See if you can find her a bed.

We'll take care of Will.

You need to look after your baby now.

Get an obstetrician up here and then get scrubbed in.

We need to get him to theatre now.

-We?

-Yes.

The damaged valve has allowed an infection to take root

in the inner lining of your heart.

We need to operate, today.

Which would mean, of course,

that we'd have to deliver your baby early.

It's too soon. I'm not ready.

Alternatively, of course, we could treat your endocarditis

with antibiotics for now

and then perform the surgery once the baby's been born.

-I thought we'd agreed...

-A C section carries its own risks.

And your baby's only 32 weeks and perfectly happy where it is.

Plus, this is a unique case.

This is your one chance at pregnancy.

Yeah, but Ms Effanga said I have to have the surgery now.

Delay now and you risk heart failure.

And that's a risk I don't think is worth taking.

I'm not sure Mr Thompson agrees.

Mr Thompson?

PAGER BEEPS

Oh, sorry, I'm needed on Keller.

'Orthopaedics are expecting her. Thank you.'

What on earth...?

She hurt her leg. She was running and...

I just fell off a wall mucking about.

That's nasty. You should really go to the ED.

You're the best. And she's my girlfriend.

You need to take care of her.

Fletch? Have we got a bay free?

Right, Mr T will be up here shortly to check over Mrs Highcroft.

Can you update him for me, please?

Where are you going?

Ms Wolfe's asked me to scrub in.

Probably just to act as referee.

You could cut the tension with a knife between those two.

Do you want to know what I think?

I think they have history.

You know, "history".

Arthur, are you even listening to what I'm saying?

No, actually, I'm looking for a romantic weekend away.

I think if Morven has a break, then she'll get some perspective

and stop focusing on the negative.

You're incredibly unrewarding when it comes to gossip.

Do you really want to know what I think?

-Probably not.

-You watch way too much trashy reality TV

where everyone's life's a drama,

they cheat and they lie and they have some appalling secret.

Real life just isn't really like that.

Yours certainly isn't.

Verona! "An exhilarating blend of history and culture

"and home to Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet."

Aww, how romantic.

Arthur, it's a tragedy about a fake suicide pact gone wrong.

It's perfect.

Ms Campbell?

I've cleaned Lola's wound

and I reckon I've probably got half the gravel out,

but she's complaining about the pain.

-SIGHING:

-Right.

It's killing me. Tell her, Jase.

It's not killing you. It just hurts a lot.

Yeah, Nurse Fletcher, could you take Jason for a cup of tea, please?

I don't want a cup of tea.

Well, if you want me to take good care of Lola,

then you're going to need to give us some privacy,

doctor to patient.

It's OK. Love you, babe.

So, Lola...

how did you meet Jason?

I know one of his house mates.

We got talking in the kitchen. I thought he was really nice.

Yes, he is.

But Jason, um....

Well, he's quite a lot to take on.

Not someone I'd imagine you'd usually go for.

So?

I think he's really sweet.

He can also be gullible.

And naive.

He's 24, a grown man.

And he's chosen me,

so why don't you get on with your job

and get me out of here?

Dammit.

Dammit, it's not holding.

What's he like your end?

Hypotensive.

On max dose Norad.

He's had eight units of blood, two platelets and two FFP.

Liga clips, please.

Remember that poor boy blown up in the Mastiff?

Can only have been, what, 18? 19 max?

We had to do this on the side of the road in the dust and heat.

His sergeant thought he was a goner,

but we weren't about to give up on him.

And?

Yes, still in the army. Just had a little girl.

MONITORS BEEP RAPIDLY

He's in VF.

Patient unresponsive. I can't feel a pulse.

Dr Copeland, start chest compressions.

Come on.

Come on, Will, stay with us.

Charging to 150.

-Stand clear.

-DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES

Shocking.

-No output. And again.

-Come on.

Charging to 150.

-Everything seems absolutely fine.

-So I can go now?

-Er, no.

They're still in theatre, I'm afraid,

so there's nothing you can do now except rest.

Get your strength back. You've had a terrible shock.

In fact, why don't you take it easy here until they need the bed back?

-So, first baby?

-Yeah.

We always wanted a family. It just didn't happen.

It was OK at first, thought it would just be a matter of time.

But after a while,

all we were was this couple who couldn't have kids.

Fighting, miserable.

Blaming each other.

Tore us apart.

Yeah, but you're not that couple any more, are you?

You're going to be parents of this little one.

Surely that changes everything, doesn't it?

Trouble is...

when things get tough..

..I run.

Well, you are going to have to face up to this, I'm afraid.

-Sooner rather than later.

-Yeah.

And whilst babies don't always bring people together,

they can.

Some things are just too important to run from.

CONTINUOUS BEEP

How long has that been now?

Six minutes, 32.

I'll take over, Doctor Copeland.

Charging to 200.

DEFIBRILLATOR WHINES

Stand clear.

Shocking.

No output.

Come on, come on. You want to see your baby, Will.

Charging to 200.

Stand clear.

Shocking.

No output.

It's time to stop.

Do we all agree?

Time of death, 12:48.

KNOCK AT DOOR Yep?

You really can't keep away, can you?

I'm afraid this isn't really a social call.

More of a heads-up, really.

When we were going through the CCTV,

we came up with some additional suspects.

They're both wanted for shoplifting.

-Oh, no.

-Yeah.

He seems to have fallen into some bad company.

I'm going to have to talk to both of them.

Hmm. Can you just give me some time to prepare him?

I don't think he's got a clue he's done anything wrong.

Sure. Just let me know when you're ready.

SHE SIGHS

There's nothing more you could've done.

Bernie?

I have to tell his wife.

-I'll come with you.

-Thanks, but I'll take it from here.

Oh, Jason, there you are. We need to have a little chat.

Can't. Sorry. Lola's starving.

Hasn't eaten all day.

-I gave you money for breakfast.

-She lost it.

Jason, stop.

I promised to go straight back.

This won't take a moment.

Look.

I'm afraid you might be in a bit of trouble.

Robbie needs to speak to you.

It's not what you think. Lola says we're like Robin Hood.

I take stuff and she gives it to people who need it.

Jason, this isn't a game.

-You could go to prison.

-No, I won't.

-I haven't done anything wrong.

-Jason...

Jason!

I'm so sorry.

We did everything we could.

I don't need chocolate, Jason!

I need to know why the police want to talk to us.

What did your auntie say?

She said I could go to prison.

-What?

-They've got a photo.

Of you and me, in that shop.

I told them we weren't doing anything wrong.

You keep your mouth shut.

-We weren't even there, right?

-But...

You need to get us some money for a cab so we can get out of here.

If you really loved me, you'd do that, OK?

-Ta-da!

-Oh!

Verona?

What is this?

It's a weekend away in the heart of Shakespearean Italy.

I thought we could do with a break. What do you think?

Well, I think you haven't listened to a word I've said.

I'd just be worried about my dad the whole time.

What if something happened to him whilst we were out there?

Is it all right if I... hold his hand?

He didn't even know he was going to be a dad.

I only found out after we separated.

I should've told him straightaway.

None of this is your fault, Jo.

I was going to after he woke up, but now it's too late.

No, it's not.

I really need to interview him now, Serena.

-I wish I didn't have to...

-No, I understand.

Oh, what's he up to now?

Jason, stop!

-We need money for a taxi.

-That's not your money, Jason.

But we have to go! And she can't walk very well.

Look, just sit down. We need to talk first.

It's about the photograph.

I wasn't there.

Lola wasn't there either.

We know it was you, Jason.

Tell him the truth, Jason.

Yes, OK!

But it was just a game.

I don't want to go to prison!

SHE SHRIEKS

Can you not do that, please? Can you just leave that, please?

Stop! Leave that! Right, go and sit down.

-I want to get out of this dump!

-Lola, stop! Your leg is hurt!

-You shouldn't be walking.

-Jason...

-I don't need your help!

-But you love me.

-You're not going anywhere.

-Don't talk to her like that!

-You've told them, haven't you?

-You stupid, bloody retard!

-OK, that's enough!

-Can you sit down, please?!

-Oh, Jason, listen...

Could you just get some gauze on that, please?

-Charming(!)

-Sit down, I'm here.

-Jason!

Let me look at your hand. Calm down!

I was just doing this for an expectant mother down on Keller.

Her husband had been involved in a very serious accident.

Why are you telling me this?

Because she was having to confront how life can change in a heartbeat

and having to be brave, even though she doesn't know

whether she could be or not, just like you.

This isn't a choice, you know.

Sometimes I feel like I haven't even got enough fight left in me

to see it through.

Being who you are isn't a choice, I completely understand that,

but your treatment is.

What do you mean?

Under Ms Effanga's plan,

your baby is going to be born eight weeks premature.

Do you know what that means?

No? Right, OK.

Have a little look at this.

You see that, that's the diaphragm. You see it moving up and down?

It looks like your baby's breathing, doesn't it? But it's not.

It's inhaling amniotic fluid to exercise the lungs.

The lungs themselves aren't fully developed yet

and neither is his immune system, his liver.

You said..."his".

It's... It's a boy?

Oh, I'm so sorry. That was really careless of me,

but, yes, it is.

It's a boy. It's a lovely, healthy boy,

but it's a boy that's not quite ready to face the world yet.

If you really want to give him the best chance, Carl,

I absolutely believe that you should delay this surgery.

Right, Carl.

We need to start prepping you for theatre.

I've changed my mind.

You become a parent, you look out for your kid first, right?

Excuse us a second.

What did you say to him?

I can't go along with your proposal.

Like I said, delaying could put them both at serious risk.

And if it does, we'll take a view, but as things stand,

I believe postponement to be the patient's best option.

Oh, come on, Derwood. Just sign on the dotted.

We all want to get home tonight, right?

Don't just be all hoity toity on me.

I am your equal, Ms Effanga.

I'm not a plaything to be toyed with,

who's going to bend your every whim

and there's nothing you can say that will change my opinion.

Fine.

Then let's see what Mr Hanssen has to say.

See? You can do it. And you didn't even wet your pants.

No. No sign.

But I think I know where he might be.

You OK?

Yeah, just needed, um, five minutes.

ALEX EXHALES

You need to tell me the truth.

You said you loved me and then you...

..went back to your husband. and all I got was a phone call.

I thought it was the right thing to do.

You know me.

I've always liked sticking to the rules.

Not all of them.

I thought I...

..should...

..try and make a go of it with Marcus.

I thought I at least owed it to him to try.

But I was wrong.

I never even thanked you for getting me out of there.

You saved my life.

Thank you.

-VOICE WOBBLING: You've changed your hair.

-Yes.

I have tried my best.

It's not just...

..the army I miss.

It's working with you.

Working with me? Is that all?

Cos I've...

..I've missed my best friend.

My lover.

My soul mate. I've missed her so much.

I'm sorry, I...I can't. I can't do this.

I wanted to see Allan.

I know.

But he's not here. He's still in the stroke unit.

He's going to be there for a while, remember?

Come on. Let's go.

Why do people lie?

For all sorts of reasons.

None of them good.

She said she loved me, but she hates me now.

Some people just aren't very nice, Jason.

She was. And she was beautiful.

It's all my fault. I wasn't good enough.

Not true. If anything, you're too good.

You're kind and generous with a heart of gold.

If I had a heart of gold, I'd be dead.

I just meant, it's Lola who doesn't deserve you.

You could do so much better.

Now, it's a bit cold out here. Why don't I take you home?

You could show me your new room.

I've sorted all the paperwork for you.

-You just need to sign.

-It's not what it looked like, OK?

So if I find out you've been spreading untrue gossip about me,

I could make your life very difficult.

Are you threatening me?

-No, of course not, but...

-Good. Because as far as I'm concerned,

your private life is your own, Ms Wolfe.

So have you made many new friends here?

They're not my friends.

MUSIC BOOMS FROM NEXT FLOOR

Well, it's a good size.

But it's not very cosy.

-Maybe we could get you some posters to brighten it up a bit.

-It's fine.

Where's the dock and speakers I bought you?

And your telly?

Lola borrowed them.

Are you happy here?

It's where I live.

It doesn't have to be.

You could live with me.

-You haven't got the Sports Channel.

-I'll get it.

-You can watch as much football as you like.

-With Robbie?

Denial is a dangerous thing.

Comes with the territory, I suppose.

I don't want you to think this is some sort of game,

or that I don't take my commitment to my family seriously.

I don't think that.

I'm not here to judge you.

You love who you love and there's no shame in that.

I'm not ashamed of who I am...

..but of the hurt I've caused.

Alex and I were lovers.

Officially very much not allowed.

But we kept it absolutely secret.

We were in this amazingly happy bubble.

And then the IED hit

and I was blown back to reality.

So...

Marcus doesn't...

He doesn't have a clue.

Even though...

..all I've done since I got back...

..is think of her.

And how wonderful life would be if only I was brave enough.

And do you feel brave enough now?

I think I might be.

Ms Wolfe, anything is better than living a lie.

Believe me, I know. I've been there. I've done that.

You just have to be honest with yourself.

It gets better.

'And for those reasons,'

I believe that in this particular case we should prioritise the heart.

Which would on balance risk the life of a very precious baby,

quite unnecessarily.

If Ms Naylor were here, she'd agree with me.

But she isn't, so let Mr Thompson finish, please.

Thank you. I believe that Mr Ryland's endocarditis

can and should be treated medically until he gives birth.

It goes without saying that if his condition worsens

and pre-term surgery is necessary, then I will, of course, support it,

but until that time, as far as I'm concerned,

the benefits of caution far outweigh the risks to both Carl and the baby.

And I'm sorry, but if that means that I've outstayed my welcome

here at Holby, then so be it!

Outstayed your welcome?

Yes, Mr Hanssen, you asked to see me before.

I just...

I assumed I was a victim of the dreaded cull.

Far from it, Mr Thompson.

I wanted to discuss expanding your role.

I'd like to see you using your experience

and expertise to explore innovative new methods and procedures,

to put your department firmly on the map. Um...

Crikey, yes, please!

Regarding Mr Ryland's treatment, I happen to agree with you.

Surgery should be discounted unless absolutely necessary.

That will be all. Thank you.

Oh...

Jason, if you just take your bag into my office,

there's something I need to sort out.

Oh, and could you take mine as well? Thanks, love.

Ms Campbell, I spoke to Social Services

about getting her some help,

but as she's over 18, there's nothing they can do.

Still seems like a kid to me.

Stealing can sometimes be a cry for attention.

I suggested that maybe she went to go and see her GP.

-Go get some counselling or something...

-And pigs might fly.

Oh, Jason, you don't need to speak to her.

-In fact, it's probably better if you don't.

-No.

I want to.

No, Jason. Look, I'm in the middle of an interview here.

Leave me alone! I'm not a child!

Well, then, stop behaving like one!

Robbie, let him.

All right.

I'm sorry I shouted, Jase.

Didn't mean any of it.

"Retard" is an offensive and insulting slang word

used to refer to someone with mental challenges.

You lied.

You don't love me.

But you've been the best boyfriend I've ever had.

-And that's not a lie.

-I can do much better.

Well, we can be friends, then? I'll come and see you at yours.

No. I'm living with Serena now.

You'll never see me again.

Jason! Jase?!

Do you think that you might have been a bit harsh earlier?

I know that you're worrying about your dad, obviously...

..but you've got a really lovely fella

that's just trying to support you. And to be fair,

he's not exactly had the easiest ride himself, has he?

Look, I know that he doesn't get it right all the time.

But at least he's trying.

Derwood.

Just wanted to say congratulations.

-Best man won and all that.

-You're not angry, then?

No, I mean, you should be angry with me

for all the times I've treated you like a little pocket Chihuahua.

Ruff! Ruff!

Listen, you are a brilliant doctor and a brilliant bloke.

I think I've underestimated you.

So they didn't kick you out, then?

Uh, surprisingly, no, actually. The big boss went with the changed plan.

And we're on the same page now.

Little baby Ryland will be staying exactly where he is.

Well, now that I know it's a boy, I've been thinking about names.

And as I kind of owe you...

Oh, no, no, no.

Hang on, you might regret that, actually.

Yeah, his name's Derwood.

Derwood?

Yeah, no way.

He's going to have enough problems to deal with

without lumbering him with that.

Thanks(!)

What about "Tom" for Thompson?

Tom Ryland?

Yeah.

I like it.

Well, I'd be honoured.

Oh, sorry, excuse me.

Mr Hanssen?

Mr Hanssen, sorry, excuse me.

Um, you were talking about ideas for future development.

Well, there is something I'd like to pursue, actually,

but it would require major funding.

It's womb transplants.

Now that it's been granted ethical approval,

I believe that Holby could play a significant role.

That's very interesting, Mr Thompson. I'd like to hear more.

Walk with me, please.

OK, Morven, I know I'm not your favourite person right now,

but I just wanted to say...

..I've been insensitive.

And selfish. Maybe it's the medication I'm taking,

-or maybe I'm just being a bit rubbish, but...

-Look, stop.

You haven't done anything wrong.

You're amazing.

You're Arthur Digby.

And I love you.

It's me who's been a horrible pig and...

..you didn't deserve any of it.

OK, hang on a minute,

am I going insane, or have you been taking some mood-enhancing drugs?

When my mum left...

..I had to cope with everything on my own.

So I shut off

and pushed people away.

And now my dad's sick,

I've realised that I'm doing the same to you.

But I've realised I don't need to.

Because whatever happens...

..we're a team now.

And we're going to get through this,

together.

You're leaving?

I get it. Um...

you're married, so let's not prolong the agony.

-See you.

-Wait. Wait.

Don't go.

Telling you I wasn't coming back

was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

No, it's too late, Bern. It's too late.

'Lola did a runner, by the way.'

I felt rather sorry for her in the end.

I think she genuinely liked him in her own way.

The good news is they're not going pursue a case against Jason.

Oh, that's great. Thank you.

Serena, he said something about moving in with you.

Oh, Robbie, I'm...

I'm so sorry. I was just waiting for the right time.

SHE SIGHS

If..if you'd seen his room.

and the life that he has there, it was just so desperately sad.

I know how much you've been looking forward to your freedom

-and the next chapter...

-We can, um...

..try and make a go of it.

I can't quite see the three of us in the hot tub, though, can you?

Serena, the hot tub can wait.

It's going to be hard. Not something to agree to lightly.

And I know you find Jason infuriating at times, who wouldn't?

So...

unless you're 100% sure that you want us both in your life...

Maybe you're right. Maybe we can...

I mean, there's no need to rush into things, right?

We can put our plans on hold for a bit

and give you the time and space you need and then...

Auntie Serena! Hurry up!

I'm coming.

I'll call you.

I thought you wanted me.

Isn't that why you came back?

So we could try and make a go of it?

You left me to play happy families and now suddenly you want me again?

How long till you change your mind?

-I won't, because I know what I want now.

-No.

You know what you don't want

and that's not enough for me,

because I know I love you. I've always loved you.

It's why I had to see you,

because...nothing made any sense without you

and I couldn't understand how you could hurt me like that.

Because I was a coward.

Because, um...

..I like sticking to the rules, because...

ALEX EXHALES ..because...

You've already broken my heart once

and I just can't go through that again. I can't.

Of course, I want you, Bern, but I want all of you, and...

..I'm just not sure you're ready for that.

When you've sorted your life out, come and find me.

So...

Verona?

Not now, but one day, maybe?

Yeah, I'd love that.

With you as my Romeo.

Whisky, please. Double.

-Bad day?

-Challenging.

The worst is yet to come.

Thank you.

Dutch courage.

Maybe I should buy you another.

Thanks.

But there's something I have to do at home.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

Now that we've both got something to celebrate,

I thought that this would be the perfect end

to a pretty blooming perfect day.

So, uh... So make a wish.

Something for the future, something that you really want to come true.

Ready?

Ready.