Running Out Holby City

Aunt Maria has lived through things that you and I can only imagine.

My car was stolen last night.

I had hard copies of staff records in my boot, along with the laptop.

I take full responsibility.

Immediate suspension, followed by an inquiry, I'm afraid.

You've developed secondary's.

In your stomach.

How long might I have left?

Months.

I know every single detail of his prognosis, and I can't deal with it.

-Dom?

-Yeah?

-How much longer are you going to be?

Just a sec...

All yours.

DOOR SLAMS

Hi.

Arthur, I, um...

It's fine, don't worry about it.

HE VOMITS

Hmm, we have our elusive Doctor March.

Did you not stay at Ollie's last night?

I was working. I just got back late.

OK, well, we could all have breakfast together?

No, I can't. Big day.

Tracheal stent.

DOOR SLAMS

What are you doing, going on a picnic?

I'm visiting my parents.

You've written an agenda to speak to your mum and dad?

If I leave by nine, should get there in time.

Ah, boss!

There's a sight for sore eyes!

Here you go.

Cuthbert Bradley, 55.

Trauma patient up from the ED.

He was hit by a car and, yes, he has been advised to inform the police.

He had a dislocated knee and a leg injury with vascular compromise.

Right, er...

Let's get an FBC, U&Es, LFT and blood gases,

a CT angiogram of the leg, and cross-match six units, please.

How bad is his leg?

We'll know more when we get the results back.

Ms Campbell's the best there is.

Your husband's going to be well looked-after.

He's not my husband.

I'm her driving instructor.

He's the driving instructor.

Cuthbert's taught my entire family.

Two sons, ex-husband.

Even my 70-year-old mother learnt to drive with Cuthbert.

Very impressive.

I'm his only failure.

Five times I've messed up my test.

And now I've crippled him!

She reversed into him.

Right. Well, I'll leave you in Nurse Fletcher's capable hands for now.

Morning.

Missed you. How was your evening with the roomies?

Nice.

We got a takeaway and watched some of Arthur's Hornblower box set.

HE LAUGHS

How is he?

Good.

Under the circumstances, he's handling it well.

So, what did you get up to last night, then?

Oh, well...

Ready-meal for one,

bit of pining,

documentary on the Discovery Channel,

bit more pining, book and bed by ten.

A stark reminder of my desperately lonely, pre-Zosia life.

You wouldn't want to go back there.

So, you excited about today?

Absolutely.

I just hope they spell my name right on that Nobel Prize.

I am a bit concerned that your confidence issues might hold you back.

No room for doubt when you're working with the great Jac Naylor.

No room at all for a lowly registrar?

How about your place tonight?

We can Netflix and chill.

Is Jac around?

"Oh, morning, Mo, how are you?"

"Yeah I'm good, thanks for asking(!)"

She's in meetings all day.

Her patient's withdrawn. Her trial's been postponed.

What, why?

Don't know. It happens sometimes.

But they can't do that. That's such short notice.

It's disappointing, I know, but there'll be other participants.

SHE SIGHS

OK.

Best keep looking.

Mo?

Has she seen him?

Don't think so.

So sorry, housekeeping never was my strong point.

Well, I hope you kept my ward in better nick.

It's a well-oiled machine.

As it is so busy,

I thought it might be useful to stick around,

do a proper hand-over?

Er, yep, fine with me.

I need all the friends I can get right now.

At least being off for a bit must have given you the chance to relax?

Yeah, no, not exactly.

I spent the time at home enjoying a diet of quiz shows

and historical documentaries - thanks to a certain nephew.

You and Jason rubbing each other up the wrong way?

Er... Safe to say the honeymoon's over.

Welcome back, Ms Campbell.

Thank you.

I'll leave you to it.

Now, look, I realise that the internal investigation into the data leak's ongoing -

I'm afraid it's got a little more complicated than that.

They've got hold of the fact we have some staff taking medication

for mental health issues.

Have they named anyone?

No, the focus of disapproval, though, seems to be on a junior doctor with bipolar.

So, I think Dr March should be told.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Sorry to hear about the trial.

There's got to be someone suitable.

Calm down.

Hop to it - we've got a live one here!

-I can do it!

-Sir, I'm really only trying to help you.

Patient transferred from the ED.

Previously diagnosed with a leaky tricuspid valve,

which was being treated without medication.

Symptoms have suddenly worsened - problems breathing, airway.

He's been given 300mg of Amiodarone and 40 of Frusemide.

-OK, Echo, FBC and U&Es?

-Yep.

Dr March and Nurse Martinez will take care of you now.

I can do it, OK?

OK, if you calm down, it'd be a lot easier, Mr...?

Doctor. Lambert.

I know the drill.

RADIO: 'How did it come to be that a small and inconsequential island,

'historically marred by political infighting and family feuding

'amongst its upper classes, rose to be...'

-IGNITION TURNS OFF

-I was enjoying that.

Look, I'm sorry that I can't come with you today.

It's just, I don't think it would look very good with both of us being off.

It's OK. I'll be fine.

Yes, come on, come on. We get it, you're ancient!

Whatever you are running from, it will catch you in the end.

Sorry about before. I got myself all worked up.

Not a great patient.

Few doctors are.

I never actually got the chance to practise.

I was diagnosed just after qualifying.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

These days I'm all about alternative medicine,

the power of positive thinking.

You've gone to the dark side?

It's done more for me than science has.

Well, don't give up on us just yet.

The Amiodarone and Frusemide should...

Help alleviate the symptoms, I know.

I don't want to live like that.

What do you write about?

Good days, bad days.

The trials and tribulations of sex with a heart condition.

You...put all that out there?

My name's Alex, and I'm an over-sharer.

Well, I hope to get some answers out of your tests, Alex.

He seems enamoured with you.

Oh, I wouldn't worry.

I think he spends more time hugging trees than women.

Are you not a fan of the alternative approach?

I like to keep an open mind.

What, like UFOs and crop circles?

You may mock, but there is a whole body of evidence to suggest that...

Too much X-Files for me, thank you.

Excuse me?

Doctor March, could I have a word, please?

Yeah, sure.

Somewhere a little more private.

Zosh...

You're not named.

Well, that's fine, then.

No harm done.

All the same, you know where I am.

Maybe you should go home?

I'm fine, really.

Um, can you get Mr Lambert's test results back as quickly as possible?

-Zosia?

-I'm fine.

There's a button beside your bed, if you want to move up or down.

Right, I tell you what. Let me just show you.

I'm sure I can manage.

I can get you some water. Would you like some water?

It's nil by mouth until after the op, remember?

Yes, sorry. Yes, of course.

Honestly, he must drive you mad.

It's been known.

So, you two ganging up on me, are you?

Ah, this is one of our most esteemed consultants, Ric Griffin,

and he's going to be doing your surgery today.

Esteemed?

Well, it's not often I'm getting such a grand introduction.

You must be the famous Miss Edelman?

Maria, please.

And I prefer "infamous", but never mind.

I've heard a great deal about you.

If it's from Sacha, I imagine it's the censored version.

Wait until he's gone, I'll tell you some real stories.

See, I told you she's a fire-cracker.

I look forward to hearing more.

Now, since we're related, I can't treat you.

I know that, Sacha.

But Ric and our resident CT1, Dominic Copeland,

will be attending to your every need.

-Obviously you got Essie standing by...

-Sacha.

-And I'm going to be popping in from time to time...

-Sacha, breathe!

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

LOUD CRASHING

Excuse me.

Don't start. I'm already having one of those mornings.

You've got a very, very important patient today, OK?

What, the angioplasty for the arterial leg ulcer? Please.

I'm cartwheeling with excitement!

This is my Great-Aunt Maria.

There is a pulse.

It's weaker than the healthy leg, but it is present.

What does that mean?

It means you may need surgery.

I can't be off work long!

Yeah, but we won't know for sure until we do the angiogram,

and the scanner room's still backed up.

Is there anyone we can call for you? Partner, kids...?

Never had time for either. I'm married to the job.

And she's a bit of a dangerous driver, is she?

No!

If it's anyone's fault, it's mine.

That's the last one you were meant to see today.

I can go through tomorrow's list, too, if you like?

Trisha, you've done enough already.

Go home, revise for your test.

Oh, I think he's had enough of giving me free lessons.

Cuthbert has a "no pass, no fee" guarantee.

That's very generous.

If you're going to stay,

you can revise with me.

Well, they seem to be getting on all right so far.

Can't last. Two consultants of equal status and ability on one ward?

It'll end in tears. Or violence.

Hopefully. Do you know what?

If I had to put money on one of them,

it pains me to say it, my money's on Bernie.

Trauma expert in her natural habitat.

No-one knows this ward like Serena.

Let's see who comes out on top.

The loser gets the first pint.

Doesn't make sense.

How has he suddenly deteriorated so much?

Why, indeed?

That's why I'm relying on you to crack the case, Sherlock.

Morning, Zoshy.

Before you start, I'm OK.

That's something I've heard you say many times when it's not true.

I'm fine.

I'm not ashamed of my condition.

No. No, of course not. But you can't blame me for worrying.

I heard about Arthur.

This is not the time or place for that conversation.

I have patients.

OK, so, your Echo has shed no light on the arrhythmia.

Have you taken any new medication recently?

I told you, I'm more about the natural approach.

Yes, you did.

So, alternative remedies, then?

I take a daily dose of vitamin C, a few herbal supplements.

-More than the recommended daily amount?

-Depends.

You do know that taking high doses of some supplements can lead

to nausea...

Vomiting, abdominal pain... Yep, I know.

I've had none of those.

Do you have those tablets here?

Sorry. I can look them up, though.

No, it's fine.

Could you order an MRI scan for Mr Lambert, please?

Hey, how you getting on?

Yeah, good. Yeah, I'm almost there.

So, you're OK, then?

Totally. You get back to work, don't worry about me.

Right. OK.

I'll let you get on.

Come on, concentrate.

When approaching a roundabout...?

Decide on exit,

give appropriate signal, correct lane.

Quick make-up check in mirror?

Trisha!

Mr Bradley, I'm afraid there's an arterial bleed

and your leg is threatened.

What exactly does that mean?

You could lose it.

You can't let that happen!

We need to get you into surgery as soon as possible,

get a better idea of what's going on.

To say you consent to the operation...

What are you waiting for? Sign it!

If I've crippled you I'll never forgive myself.

Everything all right, Mr Bradley?

Er...

Ah, thanks.

Thank you. Thanks very much.

Mr Bradley - I think there's something else going on.

What?

Bitemporal hemianopia.

Ah. Not ideal for a driving instructor.

Serena, call from Jason. Says it's urgent.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

What's so urgent you had to page me?

Oh, Zosia's dealing with this leak business well.

Rather TOO well, don't you think?

She's a tough cookie.

She's just as vulnerable now as she ever was.

Look, humour me, will you?

I've been through this with Zosia. You haven't.

You're asking me for a favour?

I'll be caught up in theatre for a while.

I'd appreciate it if you could look after her.

Don't let me down.

Excuse me, how close was Mr Bradley when you backed into him?

He stepped back, like he couldn't see me.

I tried to stop but it was too late.

SHE SIGHS

To be honest, I've been worried about him for a while now.

Why's that?

Well, a few lessons ago he clipped a wing of a motorbike

that was parked up.

And he's been walking into things.

You're not going to report him to the DVLA, are you?

His job means everything to him!

His health's my only concern.

Seen Serena?

She's still in her office.

Nothing seems to be adding up.

He's admitted taking high doses of herbal remedies,

but the MRI shows no fibrosis,

and nothing that accounts for the arrhythmia.

The valve has deteriorated.

No. I don't buy it.

Doctor March?

Mr Lambert.

Maybe you can help me solve a mystery.

Who's the hospital's resident bipolar doc?

My followers are dying to know.

People are interested in that?

Course. Looks set to go viral.

I wouldn't believe everything you read in the papers.

Is it him?

He's got that blank, medicated look about him.

What? He's not your boyfriend, is he?

He is!

I was joking.

Good-looking guy. Well done, you.

If he did have bipolar, would it matter, in treating you?

Depends on whether or not he was fit to do the job.

I'm not saying he wouldn't be, but you have to wonder, don't you?

No.

SIRENS IN DISTANCE

I think I'm going to eat these first.

They won't have enough lunch for me.

They have chops today.

But they'll only have done two. With boiled potatoes.

-You're rambling.

-Yes.

Right, come on, let's go.

What about work?

Don't worry about that. Keys. Ignition. Drive.

Half a day's leave?

Family emergency, apparently. He seemed upset. I could hardly say no.

But don't worry, I'm sure Essie and I will take good care

of your great-aunt without him.

Mr Griffin's right. Step away from the cubicle.

Has she said anything to you?

About what?

I don't know, I just...

I feel responsible.

I mean, an ulcer that size, I should've seen the signs.

How? You can't be with her all the time.

And even if you were, she wouldn't tell you that there was anything wrong.

Look, just stop fussing. It will be fine, OK?

You good at crosswords?

My mind's not as sharp as it used to be, but I like to try.

Five across, eight letters, "philanderer".

-Middle letter "T", ends in an "O"?

-Lothario?

You got that a little bit too quickly.

I suspect you've broken many a heart.

Love 'em and leave 'em, eh?

Not quite.

Some of them left me.

Not so much a one-night man, but more than one marriage.

Am I right?

Always looking for that one connection, never quite finding it.

I never married.

Really?

I had too much to do.

And any maternal pangs I had were channelled into Sacha

when he was a boy.

I used to take him to do all the things that Esther wouldn't allow.

He would ride pillion on my motorcycle, too.

We never told her.

So you were the naughty auntie!

Aren't those the best kind?

Six letters, Mr Griffin.

Another word for "encumbrance", beginning with a B.

Burden.

I've never been one, and I don't intend to start now.

Yes. Yes. It must be frustrating.

Jason, look, I've got to go.

If all else fails, try turning it on and off again.

Don't suppose you're an expert on TV hard drives, are you?

Ours isn't working and Jason is not taking it well.

Not my area.

Now, if he wants to know how to handle a tank...?

HE might not, but I wouldn't mind a go.

Alex's bloods.

Anything?

Thank you.

What's wrong?

Nothing. We just need to take more blood.

Why?

First sample coagulated. Sorry.

Could I take a look at the CT angiogram, please?

Yes, why?

I'm a vascular surgeon and it's a vascular injury.

Course. Though I'd have classed it as a trauma injury.

You say potato, I say pot-ah-to.

I see you're taking Ms Wolfe's presence with such good grace.

Oh, well. We're one big happy family here in AAU, Henrik. You know that.

Nevertheless, some departmental heads wouldn't be so generous

about allowing another surgeon to oversee their ward.

What?

That's why she's here.

Were you led to believe otherwise?

Oh, I'll let you get on.

About Miss Edelman...

An ulcer usually only gets to that size when someone's really inactive.

Now, I know that she's not an easy one to manage, but...

Leave it with me. I know.

Thank you.

I'm going.

My dear girl.

You have him well trained!

I like to think so.

Why couldn't he have met you two wives ago?

Aw, he means well. He's just worried about you.

He needn't be.

-Well,

-I

-know that. But maybe you could just humour him a bit.

Let him think he's helping.

Now, he tells me amazing stories

about the day trips that you used to take him on.

Maybe you could let him return the favour, take you out now and again.

So Mr Griffin and all his wives.

Did no-one tell him on the seventh day, a man's supposed to rest?

You think the leg'll be OK, then?

I have every confidence.

-Ms Campbell, could I, er...?

-Excuse me.

Did you talk to him about damage-limitation surgery

and the possibility of another op?

No, because I don't intend to lose the leg.

But in a trauma situation you always need a plan B.

Myself and Mr Di Lucca know what we're doing.

So if there's nothing else...?

At least let me observe in theatre?

As if I have a choice(!)

Were you ever going to tell me you're here to babysit?

Ah, good. Mr Self is here to run a neuro check on Mr Bradley.

But we'll lose our slot in theatre.

So be it.

We don't want to risk any slip-ups, do we?

-Seconds out, round two.

-Yeah.

RADIO: 'But also, and to a lesser extent,

'against the loss of the world in which he had grown...'

Oh, I HATE the suburbs.

It's all well-kept lawns and sexual oppression.

No wonder they all become swingers.

Not your parents, obviously.

Right, well, I'm assuming you don't want me to come in with you.

I really don't think I can do this.

Diggers, seriously. Are your parents THAT menacing?

This is Middle England. We don't do menacing.

It's just passive aggression and Paddington bear hard stares.

They're not bad people, they're just what you'd call...

unemotional.

And they don't like change.

Or surprises.

Well, you probably should've told them

something about the wedding, then, at least.

HE BELCHES

Urgh!

What was in those sandwiches?

Sardine and tomato.

Yuck!

When I was younger, we used to go for these long country walks

every weekend, and we'd have little sardine and tomato sandwiches

when we stopped for lunch, and a little flask of oxtail soup.

You're really not selling it to me.

Do you know what?

I can't remember, on any of those walks,

talking about anything apart from school, or colleges,

or long-term career plans.

At least we'll have something interesting to chat about today.

I don't have a clue where to start.

Right, OK, well, when I was at med school

and I had some big presentation, I would practise in a mirror.

I can practise with you.

No. No, you cannot. We're not doing that.

No!

Stop looking at me.

OK, breathe.

Increase his oxygen to nine litres, please.

Lean forward for me, Alex, and breathe. In and out. That's it.

I'm just going to listen to your chest, OK?

Thank you.

You feeling any better now, Mr Lambert?

Can I see his chart, please?

Thank you.

MRI seems fine.

Bloods are normal.

That was quick. Dr March only redid the test a few minutes ago.

You're talking about the first test. It came back OK?

Dr March said they coagulated. Why would she lie?

It's a simple mistake, I'm sure. She's got a lot on her plate.

She's the one with bipolar, isn't she?

Now.

Same thing, other side.

Look straight ahead, tell me when you can see the blue light.

Now.

Well?

You have bitemporal hemianopia.

It's secondary to the pituitary tumour on the CT scan.

So that would explain your difficulty

with the peripheral vision.

Am I going to die?

These types of tumour are treatable.

You won't be able to do a few things for a while - operating heavy

machinery, driving, etc.

And it will need further investigation from my team.

Well, that was a waste of time. Could easily have waited.

Maybe Hanssen brought you back too soon.

Actually, Guy, the neuro assessment was my idea.

I wanted to be absolutely sure we weren't dealing with a head injury.

Really?

What's your game?

No game. Guy was out of order!

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

What are you doing in here?

I was just checking...

I was, er...just checking if this news story was the reason the trial

participant cancelled.

You're going through Jac's confidential papers?

Well, she's shown me most of this stuff already.

-So?

-The new participant pulled out because they wrongly assumed

the device was unsafe.

It's infuriating, it's got nothing to do with my mental...

the mental health story.

I had to know. You must understand that?

Why did you take more bloods from Alex Lambert?

To do a tox screen. I know he's keeping something from us.

Please have faith in me. I'm good at my job.

I don't want you to be my doctor any more.

Why take blood twice for no good reason?

I felt it was necessary to take more tests.

Right, what about you? Do you think it was necessary?

Oh, he seems sensible, rational. I'd like him to take over my treatment.

I'm sorry, Dr March, it's a matter of trust.

Well, it's within your rights to choose who treats you.

Right, just so I'm clear, am I Mum or Dad?

-Er, both?

-No, I can't be both. I need to get into character.

-Mum.

-Right, name?

-Really?

-Yes.

Look, we either do this properly or not at all.

Felicity.

Don't tell me your dad's name, I think it will depress me.

OK, I am channelling Felicity Digby.

I'm ready.

The thing is, Mum and Dad...I...

-Have you changed your hair?

-What?

-It looks different.

Different to what?

Dom, my mum's not going to ask me about my hair!

I'm just trying to get an authentic mother-son vibe.

You've met Carole, you know what she's like.

Whenever I try to have a conversation with her,

she always goes off on tangent.

It's always "tangent, tangent, tangent" in the Copeland household.

Right, OK, fine, Felicity doesn't do small-talk. Noted.

So, I have been wanting to tell you for a long time that...

-You're a homosexual? Look, we always knew. It's OK.

-Dom!

Sorry, couldn't resist.

-Do you want to help me or not?

-Yes. Yes, of course I do.

Go ahead. Sorry.

Mum, Dad, I have cancer.

And it's bad. It's really bad.

And I've been undergoing treatment for months, but that's failed.

The fact is, I'm going to die.

Hmm. Right, I'd better get in there.

What do you want me to say? I'm not doubting you.

-Only as a physician!

-Only how you've been going about things today.

-Are you sure seeing Arthur last night didn't...?

-Didn't what?

Didn't upset you more than you're letting on?

This has got nothing to do with Arthur!

Ah, there you are Dr March. Could I have a word with you, please?

Oh, Serena, have you got a minute?

As long as that's all it is. I'm due in theatre.

Remind me not to get ill any time soon.

Who wants a head-case like Dr Zosia March treating them?

Look, I'm sure that no actual patients read this stuff.

As I assume the information came from a member of staff,

-there will, of course, be a full investigation.

-Zosia?

-It was you, wasn't it?

-Excuse me?

-You leaked my name.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

I'll give you the full show, shall I?

Here she is, crazy psycho doctor!

Maybe I should pop into theatre, come back with some scalpels,

-make it really scary?

-Get her away.

-Such a come-down for you, isn't it?

Promising medical career one minute, quinoa and crystals the next.

-But that is NOT my fault!

-He's arrested. Crash trolley, please.

You, out, now!

Let's get the defib's on, please, as quickly as possible.

Charging at 150.

OK, stand clear. Shocking.

OK, back in normal sinus rhythm.

Alex, you've had a cardiac arrest.

We're going to have to replace that valve once we got a theatre free.

Dr March. My office, please.

You won't have to stop working for long.

It's not just a job to me, Trish. You know that.

There is more to life!

Cuthbert? What's wrong?

Can you come and take a look at Cuthbert, please?

Something's happening.

He's tachycardic.

No pulse. We need to take him to theatre. Where's Ms Campbell?

-She said she'd be back soon.

-Let's go.

Excuse me, I'll take over from here, Ms Wolfe.

I'm not unsympathetic to your situation.

Nobody likes to have their privacy invaded.

And I think we have all been affected by Dr Digby's recent news.

Perhaps it would help if you were to take the rest of the day off.

Mr Hanssen, please, that's not necessary.

I'd like the opportunity to apologise to Mr Lambert,

see his case through.

It's important to prove to patients like him

that bipolar doesn't make a doctor any less able to do their job.

I won't let you down again, you have my word.

Evacuating the haematoma.

Suction. Large amount of non-surgical bleeding.

Not good. What do you want to do?

Well, we could still go ahead with the vein graft.

I think we need a plan B.

Might be better to do a temporary shunt?

Repair the artery and restore the blood flow.

Complete the vein graft tomorrow?

-You really think that's the best way to go?

-I do.

Right, then. Proceed with the shunt.

Ms Wolfe, you can take over from here.

So please accept my apology.

I don't know. I feel very let down.

Yes, I understand that, but I honestly didn't mean any of it.

Dr March is one of our finest young doctors.

You couldn't be in better hands.

I suppose I may have overreacted.

I should have more compassion, given what I've been through myself.

So you can carry on treating me... under supervision.

Thank you.

If you have got any questions about the surgery,

-Dr March will fill you in. She'll be assisting.

-You're letting me assist?

If Hanssen's happy for you to be here, why shouldn't I be?

Now let's show that happy-clappy lentil muncher

what you're made of.

Zosh, about earlier...

No, you did what you had to do.

And I didn't do much for the preconceived ideas of bipolar.

My bedside manner is right up there with Kylo Ren and Voldemort.

Well, slightly more attractive in my opinion.

We're on the same team, OK?

Still think she's coping well?

-Yes.

-I don't.

I see a fragile girl who is barely keeping it together

and putting on a brave face.

She wouldn't do that to me.

Yes, Ollie. That is exactly what she would do.

You see, Zosia wants you to think she's fine, even though she might

not be, and the consequences of that could be devastating for her career.

OK...

..say you're right.

What can I do?

Just remember you're her superior as well as her boyfriend.

So you can save her from herself, make sure

she doesn't do anything that she can't come back from.

This may be a decision you've reached a little swiftly, I think.

But it is my decision.

Well, would you at least do me the courtesy of telling me why.

Well, having to go from running my own department to being

monitored by Ms Wolfe is a bit of a slap in the face, wouldn't you say?

But it's temporary, as you know.

Well, this way there's less embarrassment for the hospital

-all round.

-The role of martyr doesn't suit you, Ms Campbell.

All the same, I'm done.

Is there's nothing I can say to dissuade you?

I'm afraid not.

Diggers, I'm sorry.

I know I can sometimes be...

flippant and evasive.

Really?

But...

I just need you to know that you don't have to drive

miles and miles to talk to me

about the important things.

I'm here.

And I'm...ready to listen,

when and if you need me to.

RADIO: 'The balance of power was adjusted...'

And, please, can we not listen to this any more!

Mind telling me why I had to finish an op you can complete

with your eyes closed?

I've decided my time here is up.

If I'd said no, they'd have asked someone else.

And I wanted to make sure that the person working with you

had your back.

Well, it was fun while it lasted.

DOOR SLAMS

-OK, look it's...

-Wait, hold up.

You do realise that anything you say, I have to act on?

I'm not sure it's a good idea for her to assist in Alex Lambert's op.

-Because?

-I'm not questioning Zosia's ability or competence.

But....

Recent events have left her distracted,

and I don't want her making any more mistakes.

Ollie, seriously, think carefully about whether you want to go on.

MUSIC: Four Seasons by Antonio Vivaldi

Shiraz.

Can I have a quick word?

A senior member of staff has expressed a concern

about your mental state today.

I can't let you assist.

What? Who?

It doesn't matter.

But if any surgeon in this hospital

is about to perform a major procedure

and someone calls in to question their competency,

then we have to take that on board.

Sorry, Zosh, my hands are tied.

We've managed to keep your leg alive,

but you will need further surgery in the next 24 hours.

Trisha?

Well, she's still here. I don't think she's going anywhere.

Ms Campbell?

Is he going to be all right? What about the tumour?

Oh, well, as Mr Self said, the tumour's treatable.

But I'm afraid Cuthbert Cars will be out of action for a while.

Doesn't matter. I passed my test ages ago.

Why the pretence?

Someone had to keep an eye on him.

The guardian angel.

He was never going to ask for help, was he?

Silly old fool.

Well, don't be too hard on him. He's obviously a proud man.

I dare say he didn't want to relinquish control.

Cutting...from the right atrial appendage to the inferior vena cava.

Suction.

OK, let's get this show on the road.

There'll be other operations.

It was MY case.

I just want to get on and save lives.

We can't save everyone, though, can we?

Alex's tox screen is back.

And?

Benzodiazepines.

Zosia!

Sliding the ring down into the annulus.

Zosia!

You know, whatever he's taken,

he probably doesn't have it with him. OK?

What is it? Go.

Let's remove the air and prepare to come off bypass.

-BEEPING

-He's in VF. Paddles, please.

Shocking.

Charge to 20 again.

Shocking.

Normal sinus rhythm restored. What is going on?

He's taken anti-depressants!

Do we know how much?

I'm not sure. The pack's empty.

It's Long QT Syndrome.

We need to put in a wire, please.

Nice save, Dr March.

What's this about?

Your guess is as good as mine.

I'd like to retract my resignation.

And I'm happy to accept your retraction.

There's a caveat...

Much as it pains me to admit it, my situation at home,

with Jason and his needs, has been somewhat...overwhelming.

And things clearly can't go on as they are.

Now, Ms Wolfe's presence today has not been without its uses.

And apart from nominal rank, there is no denying that we are equals.

So, I have a rather novel suggestion.

Miss Edelman, do you have a minute?

I wanted to apologise to you.

You don't need to explain.

You see, what you said this morning in the car park...was true,

and I WAS running from something.

But I'm not now.

And I wanted to thank you.

When you've been no more than a number,

you understand the desire to run.

Not so steady on my feet any more.

But the idea of being chaperoned every time I leave the house...?

I'd rather stay at home,

not be a bother.

But that's not living, is it?

I mean, it's pretty clear there's a lot of life in you yet.

Please don't waste it.

Crisis over, is it?

Leave the boy alone, Sacha. He's here now.

Nobody died.

Theatre's free. Ready to face the enemy?

Always.

When I'm done, we'll take a look at your diary,

work out when you're free to take me to the shops now and then.

Probably the only way I'll find you'll do some exercise

before the wedding.

That dose you were on, I take it that wasn't prescribed by your GP?

She wanted to send me for mindfulness therapy!

Adult colouring books aren't going to get my medical career back,

are they?

So where did you get them?

Online.

I'll be asking a psych consult to come see you

before you're discharged.

So, all the positive thinking, holistic healing... Was that a lie?

I wanted to believe it.

I was just a loser with a heart condition.

Well, this new valve will make a difference to that.

And I wouldn't be too dismissive of the mindfulness idea -

I've seen it make a real difference.

Even crazies like me have been known to benefit.

It was you, wasn't it, who leaked my name?

You've got friends, a career,

boyfriend...

I'm jealous.

Hello, darling.

I appreciate what you were trying to do,

but never lessen my competence to a colleague again.

Um, I don't know what it is you think I've done, but...

Telling Mo I wasn't up to surgery.

I did no such thing.

No-one else is questioning my state of mind today.

Not to your face, perhaps.

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. It doesn't matter.

No, no, you can't just say that then clam up.

Who's been bad-mouthing me?

Well, Oliver had a few questions about your emotional wellbeing.

So I suppose if anyone told Mo, it would have been him.

-He wouldn't do that!

-Well, why don't you ask him?

I better get off in a bit.

Page 108.

"Uneven road."

"Frail..."

I don't understand.

Oh, you're frail. Yeah.

But if you're game...

"Wild horses"...

Won't stop me asking you out for a date.

I'd love to!

And I can be the designated driver.

It was not a happy theatre.

I tell you, Ms Campbell and Ms Wolfe are that much away from all-out war.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Something troubling you?

-No.

-No, not at all.

We really need to get out more!

You're telling me!

I can't believe I'm going to ask you this,

but, um, did you tell Mo not to take me into theatre today?

Yes.

Why would you do that?

I was trying to protect you.

From what?

A potentially tricky surgery. Under the circumstances,

-I thought...

-What circumstances?

Can you honestly say that your mind was fully on the job today?

No, not at every point.

But...I was right to question my patient's honesty

and I was right to order that toxicology report.

Maybe. But overcompensating with your patients

to get over your own problems

isn't always the best thing to do.

-What are you talking about?

-Arthur's prognosis.

When it's tough, like today, things like this can have an impact.

Are you feeling slighted because I'm not crying on your shoulder?

I know how much Arthur means to you, but I also know that you

are struggling to cope with the fact that he's not going to get better!

-Don't you make decisions about how

-I

-should feel,

don't tell me what I can or cannot do!

I am trying not to, Zosia!

But I am your senior as well as your boyfriend.

Well, that's easily resolved.

We're finished.

What?

This.

You and me - we're done.

-RADIO:

-'History remembers the spirit of those living through this time

'in a series of catchy galvanising phrases,

'many of which are used again and again to describe

'and motivate the British people in times of hardship.

'We're all in this together. Stiff upper lip.

'These words conjure an image of a nation

'united against a common foe.

'And so it was.'

'However, they make no reference to the hardship endured,

'the suffering and the loss.'

SIREN IN DISTANCE

So you are BOTH going to run AAU?

-That's what co-leading tends to entail.

-And you reckon

you can manage that, without ripping each other's throats out?

We're trained medical professionals, Fletch,

not a couple of tigers scrapping over a kill.

So who's going to get the first round in?

Don't know. Nobody won.

Won?

Yeah, I don't think we want to know.

I'll get the drinks in. Go on, you go and sit down.

Cheers, Bernie, you're a ledge.

A "ledge"?

Um, perhaps I should get this first round as a peace offering?

I thought the new position was that.

No, that was a shrewd move on my part.

I'd have been a fool not to ask.

I finally got round to opening your gift.

Much appreciated.

Maybe I do need someone watching my back, after all.

And I may be no action woman,

but I'd be happy to watch yours in return.

You'll be my first port of call.

We are equals, after all.

Not going to let me forget that, are you?

Not on your life.