Zosia has to make a tough choice between Arthur and her career. Dom's loyalty is tested by a familiar face. Bernie and Serena lock horns over Jason's wellbeing.
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They got hold of the fact that we have some staff taking
medication for mental health issues.
I'm resigning due to ill health.
You've made a considerable contribution to this hospital.
"Wasn't what it looked like"?
-Not such a martyr, after all.
Sorry to break it to you, Doctor,
but you're just another one of his men.
I see you're taking Ms Wolfe's presence with such good grace.
Were you ever going to tell me you're here to baby-sit?
It appears you're pregnant.
It can't be.
I have cancer.
The fact is...
..I'm going to die.
In any battle, it's not enough just to survive.
You have to deserve it.
You have to ask,
'We begin with self-fulfilment and end with self-satisfaction.
'That seems to be the message.
'To finally make it to that point where you can leave saying,
'"I gave something back."
'Are you selfless enough to ask not what you want from life,
'but what life wants from you?
'Perhaps there's some truth in the idea that everything has
'But would you try and live your life differently, if you had a second chance?'
Ah, Morven, just the girl I'm looking for.
Would you mind taking those for me? He's in bed three. I'm going to get a coffee, do you want one?
Yes, please. Thank you.
'Risk not meeting the same people that you love?'
Then again, I suppose the stakes are slightly higher
in an intergalactic war.
Sorry, I get the sci-fi nerd rants from my girlfriend.
I'm still getting used to that.
OK, just try and keep your head still.
They'll take it from here.
This is Ruth, she's got pain in her abdomen and I think she's in shock.
Are YOU OK?
You missed your...
There'll be others.
Mr Malone. I am Dr March,
I'll be looking after you today.
-Oh, so it's still a possibility then?
-I've just been reading...
-I can assure you, those press reports have been blown out of all proportion.
Sorry. What I meant was, that this puts pressure on me to deliver.
Please take a seat.
But there is pressure to get it right.
Making me your prize guinea pig.
I've been working on this case day and night for the last four months,
alongside the best heart surgeon in the business.
If Ms Naylor has selected you, it's because you are the best candidate.
I'm sorry. I'm just a stickler for these details.
It's what a life spent as a bureaucrat gets you, I suppose.
That and a distrust of brown M&Ms.
We just need to run a few more tests to make sure you're the ideal fit for the stent.
Then all Ms Naylor needs is for it to be signed off by the powers that be.
As I'm sure you're aware, there have been discussions,
most of which took place, I regret, above my head.
Do we have another shot?
-We have another patient, yes.
You're aware of the sensitivities involved?
He's a good candidate.
He needs to be the best. As does your team,
if you're to prove this stent is viable.
We need a positive press if the board are to continue funding this.
So they want me to choose -
the stent or Dr March.
Unfortunately, I have to leave the specifics of your team to you, Ms Naylor.
OK, how do you want to do this?
I'm not about to deny that it happened.
Obviously, it wasn't my finest hour.
It was crazy. I was just...
Please spare yourself the pain. I have work.
And even though I am mildly offended, that's the end of it.
Eke out whatever punishment you see fit,
but I need to know that you're not going to take it out on her.
It's not fair.
No, you're right.
-Dr March. I need to speak to you in private, please.
I'm serious. The matter's closed.
I bet that stack of paperwork's exactly what you thought
you'd be doing this time last year, isn't it, "Sarge"?
I'm really sorry. You must be so tired of us
going on about the Army the whole time.
I used to work in an ice cream van, so feel free to make Mr Whippy jokes whenever you like...
Oh, gosh, not that working in an ice cream van is anything like the Army!
-I just thought that...
-No, I know what you meant. And thank you.
Could you give me a hand with these?
Back's giving me gyp.
Nothing serious. Had to give my osteo the boot though,
turns out I'm fussier than I thought about who puts their hands on me.
Must be an Army thing.
Charts are up from the ED, Ruth Adami.
She was found at a bus stop with severe abdo pain.
Her temperature's 38, she's hypotensive and tachycardic.
Um, bay four, please, Nurse Fletcher.
FBC, U&Es, LFT, CRP, clotting and abdo X-ray, please.
-Hello, Ruth, I'm Dr Digby.
-Do call me Morven, if you prefer.
Right, we'll do our best to get you comfortable
-and find out exactly what's going on with you.
I, er, I spoke to Hanssen and we think it's best if
I'm around Dr Digby for now,
given what she's having to go through with Arthur.
Right. Just don't mention the summer of 2009.
Nationwide raspberry ripple shortage.
Hello there, let's have a look at this abdomen.
Did they say anything else?
I know how much this meant to you, but if it goes well, there will be others.
No, no, don't you apologise.
No junior doctors.
That makes sense.
If it was up to me... The board just...
Well, obviously, I am disappointed, but it is what it is.
You have a legacy to protect.
As a registrar, I'll be asking Mr Valentine to assist instead.
And he'll be great.
There you are. Right, what do you think?
Do I do a suspected perforated duodenum or do I assist on colectomy?
-Now take into consideration that the illeal inflammation on this one is huge.
-Dom, I need...
There's a diagnostic laparoscopy, which would show off that my technique has improved
-and there is also the possibility of a bad prognosis to deliver...
-No, wait, wait. Here she is.
Femoral hernia repair from start to finish, with Griffin as my assistant!
What are you doing?
I'm erasing the future.
You're looking at the sole inheritor of Digby's list of sexy meds
that he's been stashing away somewhere.
Right, well, when you've finished playing Top Trumps
with your friend's misfortune, you've got a visitor.
Well, where's Sacha? Can he...?
She wants you.
OK, so suspected endocarditis to get us started then.
Look, Zosia, about the other night...
It's got nothing to do with you.
Let's just get through this as quick as we can, shall we?
Mr Trueman, Nurse Martinez here has been looking at your bloods.
Now, you might have a slight infection.
Actually, it's a little bit more serious than that,
but I think I can treat you with a course of I/V antibiotics.
-We'll have you out of here in no time!
-No. No, we won't.
I'm going to have to keep you here under observation,
make sure there's no further tissue damage.
-Um, sorry, I just thought...
-But you got it wrong.
So I'm going to need blood cultures, B/P,
oxygenation sats and monitoring.
Thank you, Nurse Martinez.
Well, that was motivational.
This is not the time for your sarcasm.
You're not doing yourself any favours.
You need to keep a cool head through this.
Through what, exactly?
I know what it means to you, the stent case, and working with Jac.
But I wouldn't be angry.
From what I hear, she did exactly what she had to do.
I'm not angry. It's temporary, it's the board who...
"Did what she had to do"?
It wasn't her decision.
You say there's pain everywhere?
It moves about. But it's always cramps.
It's mostly in my stomach.
Well, looking at your U&Es, it looks like dehydration.
We'll also sort out an obs referral to check on the baby.
I've been sick. More sick than usual.
Yes, that too. Alison, that is just morning sickness.
OK, well, if that's what you think,
but, just, I know how difficult it can be getting these things right.
Oh, I didn't mean...
Just, are there no other tests you can do?
Alison, you have a GP. This is a busy hospital.
-We have emergencies coming in. I have enough...
If there's anything else.
I will put you on IV fluids for the dehydration and anti-emetics.
That should sort you out.
you look really well.
-What took you so long?
-I had to... I was speaking with someone.
I'm delighted you could tear yourself away.
-And I need to talk to you.
-It's going to have to wait.
This one needs to go straight up.
Actually, I don't think this can wait.
He was so kind. He sat with me, talked for ages.
Well, I hope you got his number?
He was taken, of course.
But long-term relationships, not my thing.
-Prefer a string of followers instead?
-It's sore just there?
Well, do you know what, it's a comfort to know there's still
some good people around.
Everyone's trying to do their best.
Yes, surviving however we can.
Oh, no, got better things to do than survive.
Now you're talking.
That's one of his. Battlestar Galactica, I think.
Thank you. He's not a Cylon, is he?
-Do you work here?
-Er, yes, I do.
Then can you tell me why you don't keep all the magazines in one place?
I mean, True Crime here and Transport by the coffee shop?
It's very frustrating if you like both.
Well, I'm a doctor, so, um...
"Ms Berenice Wolfe."
-Oh, Auntie Serena's friend Bernie!
Reporting for duty, sir!
Ah, you must be Jason?
Auntie Serena's told me all about you.
She said you're both at the same level,
but that she's been here longer so she has more power.
Your hair is much better than she described, though.
Jason? What are you doing here?
-I've finished college now.
-Yes, I'm aware of that.
I spoke to the career advisor and he said to get a job,
so...I thought I could work with you.
He's already sorted the magazines.
Black, no sugar, right?
Er, one of you might want to just take Morven to one side.
-Arthur's been brought in by the paramedics.
Breathing difficulties, but...
Is Arthur the doctor that is dying from cancer?
Thanks, Fletch. I'll let Morven know.
If you don't mind, I think I should tell her.
I could let her know, if you like?
Why don't you help me out, Jason?
Yes, thank you, thank you.
Oh, er, I don't like coffee.
-So you'll need three ports.
You push the hernia back, insert the synthetic mesh, close up.
Couldn't be simpler...
Think you'd make an excellent assistant, Mr Griffin.
Is that who I think it is?
It's just pregnancy symptoms. I think she's just dehydrated.
She's claiming she's got cramps all over, back pain
and she's adamant that her right leg is weak.
In all honesty, I don't think it's anything other than
a worried new mum-to-be.
So get her up to maternity. We've got electives to get through.
I'll see you in there.
Thanks a lot. Cheers.
I know what you're going to say but I'm fine with this. It's cool.
It's nothing to worry about, but Arthur's been admitted to Darwin.
Now, if you want, you could...
No, no, it's fine.
I'm sure Zosia is perfectly capable of looking after him herself.
He was just at home, called it in himself.
Shortness of breath, chest pains, swollen lymph nodes.
Does Morven know?
Let's work out what's happening before we start worrying people, OK?
Let's get him scanned soon as possible.
-He'll probably need a bronchoscopy.
-Yes, thank you, Dr Valentine.
How is Mr Malone?
OK, let's get him on some prednisone.
We'll have ECMO on standby, please.
How's that oxygen working out for you, Arthur?
-Yes, I can take it from here.
We should really tell Morven.
We need to get a CT scan booked, lung function tests.
Missed the place, did you? You've only been gone a few days.
They picked him up at home. Don't worry, we've got him.
Let's get him on IV fluids and a course of IV antibiotics.
Breathing problems now, eh?
Can't help yourself, can you?
Let's get that chest X-ray done.
-I can't discuss Ruth's results with you.
-I won't tell anyone.
-We have to run more tests.
-You do a lot of tests, don't you?
Is it because you don't really know?
The machines are definitely on our side, Jason, yes.
I think I'm getting the hang of this.
So, earlier, did you really think I'd sorted out the magazines?
Ruth, how are you doing? Anyone checked your obs lately?
Dr Morven, is she OK?
She's fine. Let's just focus on you for now, shall we?
So did you? Think that I'd done the magazines?
I hadn't, but I will tell you this, I would really sort this place out.
Well, now we're talking to Ruth about her medical condition, Jason,
-so could you just...
-He can stay.
I'd much rather talk about magazines.
-You like spies?
Have you ever thought about being a spy, Jason?
I don't think Auntie Serena would be too pleased about that.
His auntie is one of the doctors treating you.
-Oh, Auntie has lots of secrets, does she?
-Not that I know about.
Will they need to operate?
Well, everything looks all right...
If they DO need to operate,
I will bring you another book for afterwards.
I'm hoping to get a job in the shop.
Why don't you go away and put together a CV, Jason?
You could list the skills that you have.
Things you like, things you don't like.
I used to teach my students. Be happy to help.
-Hmm, of course.
Take a seat.
Your last MDT meeting, what did they say?
I don't get what you mean.
What did they say about the cancer?
Er, I can't remember. No biscuits and the tea was cold, apparently.
Arthur, how long have you had a breathing problem?
You know this, Zosia. I don't get...
PATIENT DROPS WALKING STICK
-Sorry, thank you.
All doctors, are we?
Yes, well, we're trying.
I can tell. It's the teeth.
All furred up.
Smoke a cigarette, save a life, have a cocktail. That's your lot.
Well, it's not quite as glamorous as that.
Oh, you don't do the smoking so much?
Don't really do the life-saving so much.
Do you mind, we're just...?
I'm sorry. Sorry.
I'll be back.
I don't mind them leaving.
It's the not knowing where you stand that kills you.
I'm probably going to regret asking this,
but is there another surgeon who can take on this list?
I have another patient.
-Dom, I don't mind treating Alison if it's...
-No, it's fine.
-Would you just apologise to Mr Griffin for me?
Sorry, sorry, there's been a change of plan.
-This patient needs to stay for further tests.
I'm going to get you in for an MRI and an ultrasound, OK?
I need to do my hair if I'm having my photo taken.
-You look fine.
Still tripping over themselves for that silver tongue, are they?
He's at a recovery house.
I'll get a porter to take you down.
-Dad, it's Arthur.
-Yes, I heard he was in.
-He's got breathing difficulties.
-And you're telling me because?
Because I thought you'd be interested.
-Because I think I can help him.
There's only one shot at getting approval for this stent.
And Arthur should be getting it, not Mr Malone.
-Then you need to speak to Jac.
-And say what exactly?
That instead of this perfectly viable candidate that we've
been carefully monitoring all this time,
I, junior Dr March, want to give her pet project to my friend?!
-That's your argument?
-That's what it's going to sound like to her.
Darling, Arthur is a terminally-ill patient.
He's also your friend. He's on our team.
It doesn't get any more dangerous to a PR campaign than that.
Yes, I know. Something she knows all about.
Please, I need your advice.
So he lists his skills as punctuality, fact-checking,
-I don't think I told him that.
-SHE CLEARS THROAT
"Hobbies - reading magazines, solving puzzles.
"Dream job - secret agent or world's strongest man."
-Well, he doesn't lack ambition.
-You really shouldn't encourage him.
He said there was a job going at the coffee shop.
You don't know his limitations.
There might be a case to say that you don't know his...
I wouldn't expect you to understand.
I need some help out here.
-What have we got?
-Ulcer's perforated. CT scan.
-Right, let's get her moved, please, quickly as possible.
-I'll take this.
Call ahead and get them prepped, would you, Fletch?
I can take Ruth from here. Can we get a little help here, please?
Put yourself in her shoes.
She did what was necessary to give her project life again.
-This isn't about me and Jac any more.
-It's ALWAYS about Jac.
You need to think objectively.
And who's thinking objectively about me?
Look, take emotion out of the equation
and argue your case for Arthur rationally.
-Yes, Jac is a politician.
I don't want to take her on. I want to work WITH her.
Then show her who you are
and stop screaming that the sky is falling in.
Zoshy, how many times did you ask me to read that bloody book
when you were a kid?
-Oh, clearly too many!
-And what did I always say at the end?
-This is ridiculous.
-It's a political fable.
I'm not running for office, Dad!
What did I always say at the end, when we'd finished,
when you asked what happened to the ones who blindly followed?
The fox is unscrupulous.
Better to BE the fox.
I know what he's capable of.
Even if his skills do match a lot of the job description,
who knows what's going to happen?
-He might even be overqualified in some respects.
-The patients seem to love him, though...
-..especially this one.
Let's just hope that someone's looking out for her the same way
you're looking out for him.
You think I'm being over-protective.
-Did I say that?
I think your Auntie Serena already explained.
There is no job at Pulses.
Auntie Serena is always stopping me from doing things.
Well, not everything has to be done the way your auntie says.
In our house it does.
What is it your auntie is stopping you from doing?
I just want to get a job, have some independence, go places.
What's stopping you apart from your Auntie Serena?
I don't know how to drive.
-So learn the Highway Code and take it from there.
There's always different ways to approach things, Jason.
-When you were a kid you dreamt of flying cars, right?
I know my kids did.
Forcefields, immortality meds.
Colonies on new planets.
This is the age of technological dissatisfaction.
It's all just around the corner, they tell us.
How long have they been selling that to us?
And we're supposed to be so satisfied
with the wonders of the internet.
I did give him an out.
I said, just nod when the old man waffle gets too much to bear.
Unfortunately, you keep picking his kind of topics, Mr Malone.
I'll be back in a sec.
See where retirement gets you?
There's nothing I haven't thought of in the bath
that I haven't tried at least once.
I just wondered how you were.
You know, you seem so together.
I'm his doctor.
-Yes, I know that, but you're also his friend. You know...
He doesn't need to know yet.
Of course he needs to know.
It's spread again.
This won't take long, will it?
Unless Mr Griffin finds out you've been handing out free MRI scans.
She's on her own with a baby due.
Oh, no Lee?
It must be strange for both of you.
She came up positive on the Hoover test.
She's claiming she's got pain in her foot but I can't find anything.
-It's all clear.
And the stomach pains?
Yes, but she didn't need to come here, did she?
She's on her own with a baby due.
Yes, I know, I know,
but I just feel like she wants something from me
and I don't know what it is.
I think my chances of seeing the flying car just went down.
I reckon you dodged a bullet.
Reckon the insurance on those things would be crazy(!)
Can we just focus, please?
Look, I think we should get Jac to take a look as well.
He might need a tracheotomy. The stenosis is severe enough, right?
No, it's too low down. Tracheotomy is not a solution at this point.
-I'm doing all I can, OK?!
What if I said I could get him the new stent?
It could avoid intubation. He wouldn't need any more medication.
-He could breathe normally.
That would be...
We think it may be abdominal adhesions from the splenectomy.
From the last operation I had here?
Dom, please, I'm not blaming anyone. I just want to know.
This is something that can happen with splenectomies,
but we do need to fix it or it can have very serious consequences.
We can give you some medication for the pain but you will need surgery.
-We don't have long...
-Give me the medication and I'll go.
Alison, I understand that you're nervous but your bowel could die.
You could die.
You need this surgery.
I don't want to see his face again.
This pain is only going to get worse
and I'm afraid I'm not willing to risk it.
How did you get over it?
I need to know how you did it.
How you forgot about him.
I just had to put him out of my mind.
I still need to have a chat with you when you have a moment.
And I need to write a report for Hanssen.
I know that you had the chance to fight for me
to be on that stent case and you decided not to.
I know why. I get it.
But, I have a better patient for your stent than Mr Malone.
-And that's exactly how I'd treat it.
Just let me show you why it's a better case.
I just want to forget about him.
How can I now?
-I don't want it.
-You don't mean that.
I don't care any more, Dom.
This isn't the time to be thinking like that. You need to...
OK, Alison. Jane, can we get theatre mobilised?
Essie, can you phone Mr Griffin
and tell him we need to do this operation now?
We could provide Mr Malone
with a surgical excision of his tumour instead.
It would reduce the risk of the cancer spreading
and prevent further restriction of the trachea.
-Your enthusiasm is draining. Please stop.
-So you agree?
I didn't say that,
but you've done enough to seed doubt in my convictions that I relent.
Is there a "yes" buried in that?
If we're to work together again, I need to go to the board.
So, I'm back on the team?
-I'll let them know.
-Wait, let who know what?
Arthur and Morven. That he's getting the stent. Your stent.
You know where we are PR-wise with this. We only have one shot.
-I thought this was about the future, Zosia. YOUR future.
About showing that nothing is more important than your career.
Proving how much you wanted to work on the stent?
That is what you want?
I can only fight for one of you.
And there are only so many fights you can take to the board.
So if I'm to be back involved then Arthur can't...
That tickles me. Hah!
Well, don't just give it away.
It's not good news, is it?
Sorry, we're going to have to give you the more traditional device.
So, not the all-singing, all-dancing one?
I'm sure you did all you could.
Zosia, it's a medical decision.
Never been one for pioneering studies, anyway, give me the...
tried and tested, please.
-Yeah, h-honestly, Zosia, this really isn't your...
-I'm so sorry!
-Foetal heart rate dropping.
-She's too distressed.
You're doing well, just stay focused.
How much time do we have?
I really think we're going to need to...
She needs a C-section. This baby needs to come out now.
Stand down, Dr Copeland.
-It's all a mess!
-Not here. Come on.
-What have I done?!
I shouldn't have listened to you. It's all gone horribly wrong!
-What is it? What happened, darling?
-I sold my friend out!
That's what happened!
Jac gave me the opportunity to get back on that stent team and I took it!
-What did you do?
-I did exactly what YOU told me to do!
I played it objectively, I took all the emotion out of it
and then she just turned it around on me!
-You pitched your argument for Arthur.
-I didn't even fight for Arthur!
I could have done, but I didn't.
I took the prize. I took my involvement in the project.
Yes, a project you've been working hard on for the last six months.
Not now. Leave us, please!
OK, I need to tell her I want out. Arthur needs that stent!
Arthur is terminal!
Listen to me. Whatever you think,
Jac will have based this decision on medical opinion.
But if it really means that much to you, then go and take it back.
You're scared of her. She offered you the chance
to show another side of yourself and you bottled it.
She made it quite clear that she couldn't take the fight any higher.
It is either me or it's Arthur. The board...
When did Jac Naylor ever care about the board?!
Look around you! People think of this as her theatre.
But she had to fight for it. From the bottom. From where you are now!
-Look, lose the medical school naivety, Zosia.
She wants you to find a way to win. She wants you to fight for this.
It's what drives her. This is the prize!
You don't get it by playing black and white with your morals.
You find her weakness, the same way she found yours.
You're in a battle that you started.
Make sure you finish it.
-Is the baby OK?
We need to find this bleed.
I can't see. Suction.
Is there more than one?
That's what we need to find out.
I've got it. Mesenteric vessel.
Can I get a clip and 3-0 Vicryl, please? Thank you.
Right. Keep it steady.
Right. Divide the adhesions and close up...Doctor.
-Clinical Audit Assistant.
-Sounds fancy, right?
And he'd just have to put data into a computer?
Spreadsheets, questionnaires, categorising stuff.
Oh! Three of his favourite things.
Auntie Serena! This lady knows how to drive.
She's testing me on the Highway Code. I printed it off.
You see, I would have asked Ruth, but...
Jason, just give it to me, please.
Bernie says there are different ways of looking at every opportunity.
Does she? You really are determined to...
-He's getting the stent. Um...
They wanted to give him the removable one,
you know, give him a better quality of life.
-It's spread further?
Oh, Morven, I'm so sorry.
Still, he didn't have it at the start of the day,
so, why so different now, you know?
Serena? Serena, let her go!
Morven, Jason, Fletch. You have to loosen your grip.
You'd do well to remember who you're talking to.
Dr March, why don't you break the good news?
We're going ahead with your treatment, Mr Malone.
You are the perfect fit for the new, removable stent.
For obvious reasons, we can't discuss other patients.
But as Dr March has said, you are the perfect fit,
so as soon as we have your signature, we can get it countersigned by the CEO...
Sorry, I-I didn't mean to pry.
Thank you. I'll take the forms and give them a good read.
I like to know all the details.
Hm. Let me guess, you've made a career out of it?
I'll leave you to cross all the Ts.
I'll come back with some more information.
You'll need to read all the risks.
Ah! Dr Bernie!
What are you doing here?
Auntie Serena gave me some surveys to see if I like doing them.
Right. And, um...and do you?
Well, I don't really get to do anything,
it's more for the patients, but we'll see.
I'm pleased for you. If you need any help, you let me know.
That is, um...if Auntie Serena says it's OK.
Auntie Serena says you're trying to criticise her
because your own life is going so badly.
Well, you let...you let her know I'm sorry she thinks that.
I will. See you, Ruth.
How are you feeling? Sorry, stupid question.
Um...is there anyone we can call for you?
Lots of people.
But not just yet.
-Actually, um...do you mind if I sit down?
Jac wants you to finalise and submit her report
that recommends Mr Malone as the recipient of her device.
-Yes, I know.
-I have no idea what you sacrificed to get this,
but I hope it was worth it.
I am back on that stent case because I fought for it.
I imagine you did.
When does this end?
I don't know whether to laugh at your vanity
or cry at the sorry state you must think I'm in.
Making them think they had a chance of that removable stent and then taking it away,
that is cruel, Zosia. Even for you!
This is not about you, Ollie, it never has been!
Have you...have you read them all?
Every last one.
You haven't signed.
I suppose you have to get something to your CEO, though, right?
Find that Patient X.
You're doing fine.
There was quite a heavy bleed that we managed to stop.
And your body was under a lot of stress.
So the baby's heart rate began to drop.
We...we didn't have a choice.
You have a baby boy.
We'll have to keep him in for a few weeks to monitor him, but...
he's alive and he's well.
You'll get to see him soon.
Alison, I wasn't completely honest with you earlier.
About...trying to put him out of my mind.
Because the truth is...
..I struggle...even now.
You can't just shut people out.
You need to go and see your son.
You have either made a shocking error, or a big mistake.
Ms Naylor, I was just heading to update Arthur.
-So, Patient X has a name?
-He needs this.
Mr Malone has mysteriously withdrawn consent.
Well, he's very nervous.
I would be, too, if someone presented me with these risks.
I just outlined the risks. I haven't broken any rules.
You specifically defied me. I know you gave Hanssen that proposal.
(He's my friend.)
That's the problem.
Tell me you wouldn't do the same for Elliot.
Respiratory arrest! Crash team!
He's becoming cyanotic!
-I can't hear anything!
-We need to intubate! Get him ready for surgery!
-I'm coming with you.
-You're staying here!
Valentine, make sure ECMO's on standby.
They've just started.
I'm sorry, I haven't been...
Will you let me know?
It's ECMO, or...
They say that even at this early stage,
they can make out your facial expressions.
I hope not.
I haven't been in control of mine.
Lord knows what he thinks I'm saying.
I can't believe he's mine.
I think you're right.
He needs a family.
I need to see Lee, but I can't do it alone.
Look, Alison, you shouldn't even be out of bed.
Come with me, Dom. Let's do it together.
That would be completely inappropriate.
And besides, this isn't my family.
But it could be.
-I'm scared, Dom.
I don't know what he's like now, what his status is,
-how his mind is.
-Alison, please, you need to stop.
I can't go through it again.
You know what that's like.
What I went through, I mean.
Alison, do you realise my best friend is upstairs being operated on?
And all the while, I'm down here talking to you
about your sorry excuse for an existence
because you refuse to leave the past!
Now, I'm sorry, but what hope does your child have
if you won't even help yourself?
Why is it taking so long?
She hasn't given it to him, has she?
I know a stent wouldn't take as long as this!
They've got him on ECMO instead.
-Oh, please, no!
He's going to be fine.
(She gave it to him.)
Have you heard?
Yes. Yes, I have.
So, he got it, then?
Yeah. Removable stent.
Typical Digby. Always wants to make a fuss.
I really hate this.
Ruth? Someone wants to see you.
Morven. Did he...?
Yes. They got him the one we wanted.
I think he's going to be fine.
It's just going to make such a difference, you know.
And you? I hear that they...
It's a perforated ulcer, they say.
What, and you didn't feel anything before?
You didn't think to tell anybody?
I told you, I prefer followers to friends.
Well, don't go running around
looking for that Prince Charming who brought you in.
I kind of like it here, anyway.
An operation is still necessary, Mr Malone,
but we can go down a more traditional route this time.
Ah, the tried and tested.
-Why did you...?
-Your job is difficult enough.
You put the stent in the best candidate.
The person who needed it the most.
-You know, I never intended to...
-46 years, I spent in the force.
Investigating my colleagues.
Friends were in short supply, as you can imagine.
Eventually, it even cost me my marriage, too.
But I'd do it all again.
Because I believed in it.
I believed that what I was doing was right.
My work was my life.
And I'm proud of that.
Antiquated gossip rags!
Who needs them?
I'll need to get you a new consent form.
-Don't be. You're right.
My head's all over the place right now.
I had no idea about your friend.
-I-I shouldn't have even mentioned it.
So you'll be discharged in a few days.
We will have to keep the baby in a little longer, but...
Sorry, I-I keep calling it "it."
Have you even thought about a name?
I thought I might call it Lee.
I'm kidding, Dom!
No. Um...no name just yet.
OK. Well, there's no rush.
Six weeks, they keep him in.
So you won't get rid of me that easily.
Where is this recovery house?
Sure. I'll come with you.
Arthur's. Um...you left them in the side room.
You care about him a great deal, don't you?
Arthur's...what it's all about.
-Is this your version of an apology?
-No, no, it's, um...
No, you...you were right.
My life is a mess.
I miss my kids and I transferred that on to you.
I said that to Jason in the heat of the moment. I didn't mean it.
No. You had every right.
I just thought maybe I could help somehow.
And you're right. Ever since Arthur's diagnosis, I've been...
I-I didn't realise that it had affected me so much.
And, um...and Jason?
Huh! Can I be honest?
People don't have a clue.
Not a bloody clue how hard it is
to keep discovering things that he can't do.
And to be the one who always has to tell him no.
Yeah. Did it yesterday, hefting a mattress. I felt it go.
Sit down, let me take a look.
Well, that...that...that would be nice.
'Is he meant to be comforting, or something?'
I mean, I would've loved to have been there at the meeting
where they decided on him over the two polar bear cubs holding paws.
Well, I think he has kind eyes.
You thought Saddam had kind eyes.
What do you think, Diggers?
You're the one that's going to be sleeping with him for the next few days.
He'll be watching you while your carers sponge you down.
And you've got that weird night porter
who might sing one of his little acoustic numbers
about life on the gritty streets of Surbiton...or Southampton.
Well, at least you won't be alone.
Right, let's give this a go.
Right, breathe in. Open your mouth.
Right, breathe in.
We need to get that red ball to the top of the column.
-Go for it.
Take a little rest and... Come on, let's repeat.
Come on. You heard the woman.
You're the patient now.
-OK, keep trying.
Um...everyone's gone, so I'm going to head off, too.
And his last set of obs are done, if you want to...
No, that's fine.
Won't be too long before he's asleep, I reckon.
The job was to get him the stent to prolong his quality of life.
And I've done that.
Are you sure we're OK? Just, I really need you to know that...
You haven't been worrying about THAT all day, have you?
Cara, I love my work.
(That's all that matters to me.)
Better to be...the fox.
I bumped into Hanssen earlier.
He seemed surprised you went with Arthur for the trial.
Last-minute change, but ultimately, the right one.
I hear she did well today.
-Still Daddy's little girl?
-Huh! You tell me.
You know, I prefer you when you're purring, like this.
You seem more...I don't know, honest.
But please don't be dumb with it.
Enjoy the views from the top of the mountain, Jac.
Just remember, there's always someone coming up the other side
and there's never enough oxygen to go around.
Aw, cute! But save it for your princess.
She's going to need it.
The repetition helps me think.
Never thought about it before, but...
..I'm sure my mum used to play it when I was small.
I don't know why she stopped.
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