Missing You Already Holby City

-I've loved every single minute of working here.

-I know.

-If this isn't about work, I...

-Jac told us to get this sorted.

OK. It's over. There. Tick.

You were right, my life IS a mess. I miss my kids.

LONG BEEP

-Morning.

-Morning.

There but for the grace of God.

You know what, it's days like today where I think

he fell asleep on the job.

Well, at least it's nice weather.

-You're cutting it fine.

-I know.

-What kept you?

-Don't ask.

Here we go.

Where's Dom?

-Thought you weren't going to make it.

-Why?

Right, shall we, gentlemen?

I've not done this, how do we...?

Well, I think you might be better off alongside Mr Griffin.

Yes.

Have we got him?

-We're fine.

-And...

Um...

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

The first day I met Arthur Digby...

..I...

PAGER BEEPS

Sorry.

-The first day I...

-PHONE RINGS

SEVERAL PHONES AND PAGERS BEEP

PAGER BEEPS

Go.

It's what Arthur would have done if he were in your shoes.

(I'm sorry.)

-Poor Morven.

-I know.

Well, it was never going to be your average kind of funeral, was it?

Better be something big to drag us away from that.

-Well, hopefully not.

-You know what I mean.

It's a train derailment, apparently.

Just what the doctor ordered.

Three fatalities at the scene.

Do we have a ballpark figure on the casualties?

Dozens seriously hurt.

Thank you. Right, if you can just keep this area clear, please.

Thank you very much. I know, I know.

As quick as you can, please, thank you.

Discharge team's on the case.

-How're they doing?

-We've cleared 20% of the beds so far.

-Going to need more than that, Fletch.

-Yeah... Keep coming through.

Raf, thee and me. OK. We'll take it from here, thank you.

-Hello, my name is Serena.

-No!

-Oh, no! OK, great start.

-OK, pack the wound, get him into theatre.

-OK.

-Marvellous.

Scans show your spleen is damaged. We're going to get you into

theatre as soon as possible. Prep her, please.

Coming through. This is Marisa Walker.

29, penetrating wounds to chest and abdo.

-You really do talk like that.

-Eh?

Hello, Marisa, I'm Bernie.

-OMG, it's like being in a disaster movie.

-Sorry?

-Excuse me.

And we're the stars.

-Right.

-They'll be wondering where I am at the office.

-Yeah?

-Place grinds to a halt without me.

-Well, they'll just have to grind away today.

-That crash was mental.

Yeah, I can imagine.

It's true, you know, time does

really stand still for a few seconds.

-OK, Marisa, I'm going to take a look at you.

-Stat.

-Sorry?

-I'm going to take a look at you, stat.

Yeah, I think the Americans talk like that, sweetie.

-Breathe deeply for me, please, Marisa.

-Excuse, Doc.

I don't feel so clever.

Are you a patient?

-I was in the train crash.

-All right, have you been admitted to AAU?

I was waiting in the emergency department but...

-How did you end up in here?

-I just walked through.

Well, if you could go back down, they'll deal with you in due course.

But I've got to see someone.

Of course, but we are rather... Oh, for... Brilliant.

Don't you just love a fainter?

OK. Hello, can you hear me?

Can we get this guy back out to the ED, please?

-Actually, I'm not sure that he has fainted.

-No?

Heart's going like the clappers.

Make that Darwin.

Well, you couldn't make it up.

I know.

Wonder how Dominic's eulogy went.

Why don't you ask him?

-Dom?

-Yeah?

What're you doing?

Doing the same as you.

-But...

-What?

-You've left the funeral?

Well, I was going to stay and try CPR on him

but I think I'd be a bit more useful here.

-Don't you think...

-Customer.

-You're back?

-Shock horror.

Well, I just thought that you might have stayed.

-Right, what do we have here?

-Marisa Walker, 29.

-Hi.

-Hi. I'm Dr Copeland.

Wounds to chest and abdomen, haemodynamically normal,

FAST scan was positive, trauma CT still pending.

Sounds worse than it feels.

-Yeah, well, I'll be the judge of that.

-This place is awesome.

Glad you think so. Just going to listen to your chest.

What's it got to say for itself?

It's telling me you're going to need 15-minute obs.

-Bet you can't beat the morning I've had.

-Well, actually...

One second I'm reading a glossy mag,

the next I'm upside down in the dark.

Right, we'll be back shortly to do your scans.

Think our Marisa's a sandwich short of a picnic, don't you?

Hi.

Hi.

I thought you were gone for the day.

I didn't fancy the burial. Morbid.

You OK?

Yeah, fine. You?

Yeah, good.

Best get to it then.

Right.

OK, just take her up, please. Thank you.

-Excuse me, Doctor, I'm looking...

-Serena...

-Sorry. Yeah?

It's a bit all over the place.

Some of the juniors might never have seen anything like this before.

Wouldn't last five minutes on my old stomping ground.

That's probably true of most of us.

-We're not equipped for a trauma bay.

-Welcome to the cash-strapped NHS.

-We're in danger of getting swamped.

-Mrs Campbell?

Well, I was worrying about that myself.

-Why don't I organise things like I would in the field?

-Do you think?

I guarantee we'll get through the numbers quicker and cleaner.

OK, let's do it Kandahar style.

Great, good. OK, everyone. Stop what you're doing and listen up, please.

I want CT over here, GS here. Fletch, you stay where you are.

We're going to keep the patients moving through.

We have to create a flow. OK? Great.

-Excuse me, Doctor.

-Yes.

-Will somebody tell me where my son is?

-Was he on the train?

-Yes. I keep trying to ring him, but...

-What's his name?

-Amir Khalid.

-Right.

Fletch, have we had an Amir Khalid admitted with the majax casualties?

-Not in here.

-He's 28, he's a solicitor.

-OK.

-I know he's hurt.

-Hopefully not.

I can feel it in here, like any mother would.

If he is, he'll be on the ED.

I just came from there, he's not there.

Not all the patients are in yet.

-He's my only child.

-I understand that, but...

-Where is he?!

We'll keep a lookout for him, all right?

Will you come and tell me when he's here?

We have a lot of patients to deal with.

-Please come and tell me when he's here.

-Yes, of course we will.

Why don't you go and wait in the family room?

Louise, can you take Mrs Khalid to the family room?

They're all back from the funeral then?

Looks that way.

-So where is the Yin to your Yang?

-Sorry?

-Zosia.

-Funny.

-Well?

-She's back on the ward.

-Fair enough.

-This is Roger Davies, 49.

-But looking ten years older.

-Hello.

Admitted following the train crash with minor injuries.

-There's barely a scratch on you.

-Collapsed in AAU and sent up here.

Am I going to be here long?

-We'll have to wait and see.

-I've got an appointment.

-Let's run an echo.

Isn't all this a bit over the top?

Roger? Roger, I'm just going to get you to lie still, all right?

You're going to pull those wires out.

Thank you.

Right, we've got a male, no ID, approximately 30 years old.

X-rays show that he's broke his third and fourth ribs.

-It's all right, mate, we're going to get you sorted.

-Amir?

Is he all right?

Well, he's broken a couple of ribs, but all things considered...

You said you would tell me when he was here.

-He's only just been admitted.

-My poor son.

-He's going to need surgery, but...

-Surgery?

-..I'm afraid he's going to have to wait.

-Why?

We have to prioritise the most seriously hurt.

He is seriously hurt, Doctor.

If you look around you can see there are lots of people

-worse off than him.

-Of course.

In the meantime, we'll make sure he's got plenty of pain relief.

-Can I sit with him?

-That's not a problem.

Bernie, a hand here, please.

-Where do you think you're going?

-Gents.

And how exactly do you think you're going to hold it?

Sit tight, Einstein, I'll get a nurse to help you.

I'm heading into theatre.

What've you got?

Splenectomy.

Do you need me?

Hanssen's in there.

Well, I haven't had a look-in yet.

We can cope if you want to go to the wake.

Bore off, Sacha.

-Sorry?

-You're projecting.

What're you talking about?

Look, if you can't cope, just say

-and I'll take over on the spleen front.

-I'm fine.

Right, then. Well, we're fine, aren't we?

How is everything in Marisa-land?

Are you gay?

-Yes.

-I knew it.

Congratulations.

The girls in the office say I'm the queen of gay guessing.

Good for you.

You know, there's loads of film stars that are that way inclined.

-Fascinating.

-What's your first name?

Dominic.

Nice.

Thank you.

Couldn't see if my glasses are in my bag?

Just call me Dom the Hom.

-I'm as blind as a boot without them.

-Bat.

-Sorry?

-Nothing.

Ta.

My mum keeps nagging me to get contact lenses

but the thought of sticking my fingers in my own eyes...

Ah, that's better.

What?

-Bogey?

-No. Nothing.

What was it you didn't want me to ask outside the church?

-Oh, it's nothing.

-Doesn't sound like nothing.

Just divorce stuff.

Marcus turning the screw, is he?

It's the kids.

Yeah?

-He's got them to write statements supporting his case.

-Ouch.

Yeah. Chapter and verse on my failings as a wife and mother.

Really worked a number on them, hasn't he?

You're not kidding.

PHONE RINGS

What the hell's that?

-For God's sake.

-Keeping it real, Raf?

Sorry.

Fletch, has Mikey been messing around with my phone again?

I couldn't tell you, mate.

Doctor.

Yes, Mrs Khalid.

When is my son having surgery?

-He is near the top of the list.

-He is in a lot of pain.

Well, that's normal with broken ribs.

Would you make him wait if it was your son?

He'll be in theatre soon, I promise.

When?

Go back to your family, Mrs Khalid.

-Oh, my days.

-Mum?

-Hello, son.

-What are you doing here?

Were you in the crash, love?

I asked you a question.

-Oh, what a nightmare.

-I'm working.

-That looks ever so sore.

-Please?

I'll wait over there, then.

For what, exactly?

He's ever so good, you know.

I'm sorry.

Mothers.

Can't live with them, can't poison them slowly in their sleep.

Excuse me.

Well?

I just wanted to check in on my Dazzle.

Well, here I am. Bye.

Aw. You're ever so dedicated leaving the funeral like that.

I'm no different to anyone else.

You are to me.

How's Morven?

Ah. Poor little mite don't know what's hit her.

I noticed my dad didn't make an appearance.

He's gone fishing.

Surprise, surprise.

In honour of Arthur, he said.

How was the service?

Lovely.

And the...burial?

Beautiful coffin.

That's the main thing.

I brought you a sandwich.

You needn't have bothered, I'm fine.

-You've got to look after yourself.

-I am.

It's egg.

Thank you.

-Hello, Carole.

-Oh! My favourite cuddly Ted.

So, how did it go?

Nice.

His dad read a lovely poem,

something about the young never growing old.

Don't, you'll start me off.

Aw, look at that. Real tears.

I rest my case.

It's been a tough day for all of us.

-Yeah. Well, is there anything I can do?

-No.

Well, why not? It's so busy in here.

No. They'll be expecting you back at the wake.

I could organise the tea runs.

Carole, do you know what, that would be lovely.

Right, where shall I start?

Suit yourselves.

I'm impressed with all these plates and screws.

Standard trauma stuff these days.

New to me.

This is the sort of thing we should be doing more of.

You're in your element.

Nothing like a bit of DIY to take your mind off...

-..your offspring?

-Yep.

Going to talk to them about it?

-No point.

-You don't want it turning into a stand-off...

Oh, I think we're already there.

..of the lifelong grudge variety.

Yeah, I know I'm not Mum of the Year material.

None of us are.

I was there for them as much as the job would allow.

-Yep, you were at both births, for a start.

-Ha! Funny.

Probably just angry about the divorce. It'll settle down.

No, this feels like the beginning of something long and painful.

That's what I said on my wedding day.

SHE LAUGHS

Marcus always spoilt them when I was on tour.

And it's paid off for him.

Ah, wait and see.

I'd love to know the right way to bring your kids up.

There isn't one.

I cannot believe my luck.

I know.

-Do you?

-Getting out of that train wreck with barely a scratch.

How about the stinking luck of being on the thing in the first place?

I take it you're a "glass half-empty" kind of a bloke.

I was on my way to an interview.

I'm sure if you explain the situation...

You don't know how much I needed that job.

Excuse me.

How is he, Doctor?

Surgery went well. We repaired his ribs with metal plates.

Now please, don't touch.

He needs time to recover.

Please would you ask your family to wait off the ward until...?

-Of course.

-Good, thanks.

I made you something to eat.

I'm fine, thank you.

You must eat, you're working so very hard.

You're very kind.

Thank you, Doctor. Thank you very much.

Mum, what are you doing?

This is your mum?

Yeah. This is my golden boy.

You're not giving her tea, are you?

She's nil by mouth, silly sausage.

-You've got the same eyes.

-What, bloodshot?

She reminds me of somebody in those glasses, I can't think who.

Is it Dustin Hoffman in Tootsie?

-Don't think so.

-I love all the old movies.

Tootsie's not old!

It's older than I am.

Where do all the years go?

Well, this is all very lovely.

Only seems like yesterday I was wiping his bot-bot.

-And now I'm going to vomit.

-OMG.

-Oh, dear.

-What's happening to me?

-Don't panic.

-Poor love.

Mum, tea trolley that way, please.

OK.

All right, I'll be with you in just two seconds.

Essie, have Marisa Walker's scans come back yet?

-No sign yet.

-Right, could we get them to hurry up, please?

Everyone's under the cosh.

I'll just leave her lying around coughing up blood, then, shall I?

-Dr Copeland.

-What?

-Less of the attitude, please.

Thank you.

-Keller have been on.

-Yeah?

Yeah. No more room at the inn.

Right.

-PHONE RINGTONE PLAYS UPBEAT MUSIC

-Still that ringtone?

-Hilarious.

-Everyone else thinks so.

-Except when it goes off

as you're telling a patient that she might lose her hand.

-You could just change it, you know.

-Like I've got the time.

All right, I'll have a word with Mikey when we get home.

-Don't spare the rod.

-You could lighten up, it could be a lot worse.

-It could?

-When you start looking around at all this carnage it could.

-Yeah, suppose so.

-Then Arthur's funeral.

Must be terrible for his mum and dad.

No parent should ever have to bury their child.

Ever since the ex died, I've been petrified that I'm going to snuff it

-and leave my lot as orphans.

-Mikey'd look after them all.

-Eh?

-He'll be like both Kray twins rolled into one by the time he hits

his teens.

Fair point.

-You left your friend's funeral to come back here.

-No biggie.

All just to look after me.

Well, I heard you were making a guest appearance

-so I couldn't resist.

-Amazing.

I've had the time to have a look at your scans. It's a little difficult

to see what damage has been done,

so unfortunately we will have to perform some exploratory surgery.

An operation?

Now, what we can tell from the scans is that there is some blood

in your abdomen.

The surface wounds are relatively superficial.

They just need cleaning.

But we are concerned about the cause of the internal bleed.

With an anaesthetic?

Yeah.

When?

Today.

Right.

So as soon as theatre's ready, we will get you prepped.

OK.

Right.

I've just had a call from the crash site.

-And?

-They're cutting the last of the casualties out now.

-Right.

They want to know how many we can take.

-How many are there?

-Six. Three critical.

-We can't cope with that.

-I think we can.

What? We're running at full capacity as it is.

-I'm sure we can find a way to make room.

-Where, exactly?

-What's the alternative?

-Transfer them to St Austin's.

We can't send critically ill patients 50 miles

when they could be here in 15 minutes.

Bernie, we have to follow protocol.

Really?

I know that makes me sound like some kind of sad desk jockey...

Not what I said.

..but we put all the patients at risk if...

-I honestly think it's doable.

-I haven't got the energy for this.

I'm loving the debate but I just need a decision.

-It's a no.

-Thank you.

What are you trying to prove?

-Nothing.

-We have viable alternatives.

It doesn't always have to be so gung-ho.

I'm just trying to do my best for the patients.

And I'm not?

-Roger Davies' echo results.

-Yes?

His echo shows ischaemic cardiomyopathy.

Yes, options?

-CABG or Kibo.

-How old is he?

-49.

-So a CABG would be the first port of call.

-Yeah.

At that age we want to minimise the risk of a transplant.

-Fair point.

-The trade-off being a longer recovery time, of course.

-Right.

-Are you listening to me?

Hm? Course.

-Oh, I see.

-What?

-Pining for your soul mate.

-No.

-No, no, of course not.

-Don't be ridiculous.

Tell it to the birds, Valentine.

SHE SPEAKS IN ARABIC

HE MURMURS

-How's he doing?

-I think he's waking up.

Excellent.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please. Hello, Amir.

How are you feeling?

Now, don't try to talk, you've broken a couple of ribs.

This is Dr Wolfe. And everybody's here to say hello.

Yes, quite literally everyone.

He means a lot to us, Doctor.

He's the only son, carries the family name.

That's quite a responsibility.

-We're all very proud of him.

-I can tell.

-He's a solicitor, you know.

-Yes, you said earlier.

One day, inshallah, he'll be a judge, won't you, my son?

-BEEPING

-Amir?

Right, I need everybody out, please. Right now. Excuse me, Mrs Khalid.

-You too, please.

-What's the matter with him?

Right now, Mrs Khalid.

-What is happening?

-Excuse me.

-Well?

-Massive haemothorax.

-Right, let's get him into theatre, please.

-Amir!

-No, please. I can't.

-We need to get you into theatre.

-No!

-What's going on?

-The idea of being put to sleep.

-It's to make sure

-you're OK.

-It's freaking me out.

-You have internal bleeding.

-Can't we just wait and see if it's going to be all right?

-No.

Nobody said anything about an operation today.

It's going to be like those movies you watch.

-Where people get sliced up and die?

-No, it's not like that.

Flatline. SHE HUMS A LONG NOTE

Have you said anything to her?

-Me?

-Well, it's just you're acting pretty...

-Pretty what?

-I dunno.

-What, because I haven't been moping around the place

like a wet weekend in Rhyl?

-MARISA CONTINUES HUMMING

-Can we concentrate on Marisa?

We need to take you in, OK? We have a queue of other patients.

So operate on them first.

-Marisa, listen to me.

-Just leave this to us.

I'm going to go home if you're going to make me.

-Listen, you've got to stay in bed, Marisa, please.

-I've got it.

-Aaargh!

-It's OK.

It's OK.

-Marisa, calm down.

-No!

-Look at me.

-No!

-Look at me.

It's OK to be afraid.

Everyone gets scared. It's nothing to be ashamed of.

My friend, he was afraid of his own shadow.

He was a doctor.

I've just been in a train crash and now you want to cut me open.

-You're in shock.

-All I can see is the dark.

Would it help you if I was in theatre with you?

I have a terrible feeling.

What if I did the operation myself?

-Dom...

-What?

-That's not the plan.

Would you?

Course.

OK.

But only if Dom does it.

OK.

Do you want me to pop these back on for you?

Will you look after them for me, until it's over?

Absolutely. I'll keep them safe and sound.

Thank you.

We need to get vascular control, he's bleeding at a fast pace.

He's already lost four units and we're running out of blood.

Knife, please.

I can't hold for too long, I'm nearly out of credit.

Give us a minute. Hello? Hello?

Dead.

Was it important?

Behind with the gas bill. Trying to work out a payment plan.

Right.

What's the verdict?

Well, I'm afraid your echo showed up a condition called cardiomyopathy.

-Which means...?

-You need surgery on your heart.

-You're joking.

-The good news is that we can repair the damage.

-How long will I be in hospital for?

-A few weeks.

That's not too bad.

Yes. The recovery will take a lot longer.

-How much longer?

-Months.

-On the sick?

-Convalescing.

-That's that, then.

-That's what?

-The game's up.

-Sorry, I'm not with you.

Will this thing kill me if I don't have the op right now?

It'll catch up with you sooner or later, yes.

-But not today?

-Probably not.

-Or this week?

It's a very serious condition, Mr Davies.

Yeah, I get the picture.

-So...

-Just ignore me, Doc. Everyone else does.

Hey, got time for coffee?

I'm a bit busy at the moment.

All this funeral stuff got me thinking about Tara.

PAGER BEEPS Is that why you didn't go?

And all the tricks I used to cope with my grief.

Got to...

No worries.

-To be continued?

-Yes.

So I'm leading, yes?

-What?

-I promised her.

That you'd be in theatre.

It was more than that.

Weren't we just humouring her?

-No,

-I

-wasn't.

-I'm not sure.

-Why?

-Because...

-It's a routine exploratory procedure...

-Yes, but...

..for which I'm perfectly capable of assessing the work

-that needs to be done.

-Absolutely.

-And carrying it out.

Within reason.

Meaning?

Are you sure you're in the right frame of mind?

I thought a good surgeon left his problems at home.

-Of course, but...

-Right, well, you seem to be saying I'm incapable

of doing just that.

I'm just saying this is no ordinary day.

Let me do my job.

OK. Have it your way.

We're losing output.

-Still can't find it.

-Do you want me to take a look?

-It's OK.

-RAPID BEEPING

-He's in VF.

-Got it. 2-0 prolene.

-Adrenaline.

BEEPING CONTINUES

Right, ladies and gents,

Dr Copeland will be leading the procedure today.

My music, please. Knife.

MUSIC: Set Fire To The Rain by Adele

Dom...

Yes?

Are you making the incision?

Course I am.

-Mr Davies...

-This isn't a prison.

-You need to calm down.

-You can't keep me here.

-Mr Davies, I would really suggest...

-What's up?

-Ask your patient.

-Sorry, I'm off.

You're due in surgery shortly.

If I go under the knife now I'm finished.

-What do you mean?

-I can't afford to go on the sick.

-You don't have a choice.

-I'm up to my gills in debt!

I haven't worked for months as it is.

You can't think about that now, Mr Davies.

I spend my nights tossing and turning,

-sweating on the next final demand.

-What Mr Valentine's trying to say...

Can you imagine sitting staring at daytime telly, wondering if

today's the day the bailiff will turn up?

You have to put your health first, Mr Davies.

When my wife finds out about this, that'll be it. She'll walk.

I'm sure that's not true.

-She's had enough of me!

-Roger!

-I can see it in her eyes.

We need to get you back into...

I need some help here, please.

Quickly!

-Where is Amir?

-Mrs Khalid...

-Where is my son?

-His rib injuries caused further internal bleeding.

-He's dead?

-No, no.

-You killed my son.

-No, he's not dead.

-Where is he, then?

-He's in the recovery room.

-I want to see him.

-No, not yet.

-I have to see him.

-There were complications in surgery.

-You said he could wait.

-I know, but...

-You said other people needed help first.

He's still in a critical condition.

Is he going to live?

I hope so, but...

What kind of doctor are you?

We had no way of anticipating...

He is my only child. He can't die.

You can't let him die.

SHE SOBS

What is it?

The impact has damaged a section of the large bowel.

Can I take a look, please?

Yeah. We can't patch that up.

-So we resect.

-Yeah. Scalpel.

I thought I was leading.

I need to take over now.

I CAN do this.

In normal circumstances maybe, but not today. Scalpel.

So you survive a train wreck that kills three people

then give yourself a heart attack worrying about a job interview?

-I'm not sure that's what he was planning.

-Bizarre.

In fairness, it was an accident waiting to happen.

SHE LAUGHS

Not unlike you and your special friend.

There is no me or special friend.

-Do you want my advice?

-Not particularly, no.

-Strike while the iron is hot.

-Meaning?

-She's fresh out of a funeral, for God's sake.

-So?

All those emotions welling up.

-And?

-You there to comfort her...

-If she needs me I'll be there.

Are you being deliberately obtuse? HE LAUGHS

-No!

-It's got grief shag written all over it.

What?!

Just saying. If you want back in there.

You really are an incurable romantic, aren't you?

THEY CHANT

-That's a sorrowful sound.

-Heard a lot of it over the years.

Bad memories?

Envy.

Of what?

Being able to open up and show all that emotion.

-All that love.

-Really?

Can't imagine being like that with one of mine.

Well, maybe there's something to be said for good old British reserve.

Not if it's something you're hiding behind.

CHANTING CONTINUES

Right. That should just about do it. Thank you, Nurse.

Let's close her up as soon as possible.

We've got another customer waiting.

Dominic?

What?

Can you close the patient up for me, please?

Sure.

Loop PDS.

Wonder what our Arthur would have made of all this.

He probably would have hyperventilated his way

-through the day.

-Then come up with a miracle cure for something.

Keep half-expecting him to walk through that door.

Yeah, me too.

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

I shouldn't be sleeping.

Do you mind if I...?

Where are your family?

-I told them to wait outside.

-You didn't have to do that.

I don't want to upset anyone.

I hope you don't mean me.

How is he?

He's still very weak.

Is there anything I can do?

No. No, nothing apart from...

Anything at all?

-No.

-I can be a donor if he needs a transplant.

Mrs Khalid...

-I would give him my heart...

-He doesn't need a transplant.

..if it means he can live.

All we can do is wait...

..and see if he's strong enough to pull through.

Why did you think it was OK to undermine me in there?

I didn't.

I was perfectly capable of carrying out that procedure myself.

-Possibly.

-Excuse me?

Can we have this conversation somewhere else?

I'm happy for anyone to listen to what it is you have to say.

You froze before you made the first incision.

-That's not true.

-OK, you hesitated.

-For a nanosecond.

-Which was enough time to introduce doubt.

-I was all over that case.

Colonic resection for an abdominal blunt trauma

-is a very delicate procedure.

-I'm aware of how delicate it is.

I acted as I saw fit.

Which was to undermine me in front of my colleagues.

-Look, I acted in the best interests of everyone.

-Not mine.

-I'll choose to ignore that.

-You've spent more time today watching me

-than you have on your own patients.

-That's enough, Dominic.

I just wanted to do my job today, like any other day.

I'm afraid I didn't think you were up to the job.

Oh, and you were? Blubbering all over the place?

That's enough.

You were wrong.

-Well, you're entitled to your opinion.

-I am.

It just happens to not matter as much as yours does.

I'll give you a shout when the ambulance is ready

to take you home.

-Looks like we got off lightly up here.

-Yeah.

-I believe it's bedlam down on AAU.

-That's the place to be today.

-Wonder how Morven is.

-She's a survivor.

I'm not so sure.

-No?

-No.

-It's just when I told her about the job offer, she seemed...

-What?

-Scared? Betrayed?

-Betrayed?

-Got me thinking maybe I should just turn it down.

-Why?

-She needs looking after.

-She's got family.

-What kind of friend walks out on someone...?

-You still need

-to live your life.

-I know, but...

-You can't make decisions

based on other people's feelings.

Sometimes you have to be selfish for your own good.

Hey. How're you doing?

Ask a stupid question.

-Surgery went really well, actually.

-Right.

There's every chance that you'll make a full recovery with time.

-Sadly I haven't got any.

-Have you told your wife you're here?

Phone ran out, didn't it?

-Yes, course.

-Anyway, that'd be like a turkey voting for Christmas.

I'm sure that isn't true.

Do you know the one thing I hadn't got round to yet?

What's that?

Cancelling my life insurance.

-Right.

-So if I'd actually died on that train,

I'd've been able to get my family out of this mess.

THEY CHANT

He's awake! Doctor, he's awake. My son is awake!

So this is where you're hiding.

You got me.

-Can I have a taste of that?

-Yeah, I'll make you one.

A sip's fine, thanks.

So you were saying...

What?

About grief.

-Oh.

-We were interrupted.

-Yeah.

You mentioned the T word.

I did.

Funeral dragging up old feelings?

Unavoidable, really.

You poor thing.

I'm...I'm OK.

-That's not what your eyes are saying.

-What about you?

You know, I'm here for you if you need me.

Same.

Thanks.

What...?

-Sorry.

-What're you doing?

-I thought...

-You wanted some pity action?

-No.

-I meant I'm here for you as a friend.

-Course.

So what was that?

-Some sort of Pavlovian...

-..lunge...?

-No, I just...

-OK, forget it.

-Sorry.

It doesn't matter. I'll live.

-Zosia...

-Thanks for the coffee.

How is he?

He's recovered amazingly well in just a few hours.

-It is God's will.

-Well, I think it has more to do with yours, actually.

Do you know what a special mum you've got?

I'm just like any mother.

No.

You look after her.

Thank you, Doctor. Thank you.

I didn't die, then.

Well, unless this is The Sixth Sense or something.

Is this where you say you told me so?

Who, me?

Perfectly entitled.

You got through it. End of.

Wasn't so bad, drifting off into the dark.

Really?

Peaceful.

-Yeah?

-Like someone pouring warm soup over you.

-What flavour?

-Mulligatawny.

That was my friend's favourite.

I don't suppose you could get my glasses for me?

Of course.

-Have you seen those specs?

-What specs?

Marisa Walker's. I put them in here before we went into theatre.

No, sorry.

Well, they were on the shelf.

Have you seen them?

-Seen what?

-Patient's glasses.

Why would anyone move them?

It's all right, I'm sure they'll turn up.

-She needs them.

-I'll help you look after.

-No, she needs them now.

Has anyone seen a pair of glasses?

Anyone? Right, so they just upped and moved by themselves, did they?

-Disappeared into thin air?

-Right, Dom...

She can't see a thing without them, you do realise that?

-Just calm down.

-No, I won't calm down! She asked me to look after her

glasses, I put them in there and now they're gone!

-What's the matter, son?

-Mother, I am not ten!

-Dr Copeland...

What?! I'm just trying to find the pair of glasses.

Can you not understand that?

You can't talk to Mr Hanssen like that.

No, no, I understand perfectly, but some of the patients may not.

-Come with me, please.

-CRASH

As sympathetic as I am to the circumstances surrounding

your outburst, my first duty is to the wellbeing of our patients.

We have a ward full of seriously injured, traumatised people...

..and they need our staff to remain measured and calm

as they go about their duties.

Clearly you are not in the correct frame of mind to do your work.

So I would like you to take a week's absence,

and then we'll review the situation.

Dr Copeland?

Whatever you think.

Course, your presence will be much appreciated at Dr Digby's wake...

Think I might just go home.

..not least by Dr Shreve.

-Digby.

-Sorry.

She's Dr Digby now.

Yes, of course.

-Are we done?

-Mm-hm.

You off?

I thought I'd look in on the wake.

Yeah, I'll be heading over myself soon.

-Might see you there, then.

-Of course.

Right.

Bye.

Ms Wolfe.

I had a sergeant major used to loom up on people like that once.

-Really?

-The ghost, we used to call him.

-Fascinating.

What can I do for you, Mr Hanssen?

It seems that AAU has transformed into a field hospital for the day.

I wouldn't go as far as that, but...

And that today's events have raised certain issues

concerning your role here.

If you're talking about my wanting to take on extra patients...

Namely that we are failing to utilise your unique talents

in the best possible way.

Right.

You feel that the trauma facilities are inadequate down here, do you?

It's not just the equipment, it's the training and...

The NHS is living under fiscally challenging times, Ms Wolfe.

I'm only too aware of that.

So any budgetary outlay has to be very carefully considered.

Agreed.

Having said that, I am willing to ask the board for funds

for a complete overhaul of the trauma system on AAU.

Have you run this past Serena?

And if she objected?

I wouldn't be interested.

Admirable loyalty, but in fact she came to me with the proposal.

I see.

So you'd be happy to head it up, would you?

-Well, as long as you're not expecting miracles.

-No.

Cos they're not in my department.

Dr Copeland. Are you free?

-What?

-I could use a hand.

No, my shift is over.

Since when?

Since Mr Hanssen just said so.

Right.

Yeah, it's been a trying day for you.

Sorry.

No, no. Don't apologise.

Excuse me.

Son?

I found these stuck under the cupboard.

Thank you.

What did he say?

Why don't you get on to the wake?

-Oh, I'd rather wait for you.

-Just go, please.

-But...

-Please, Mum.

Oh, OK.

-Sorry for the delay.

-Oh, you found them.

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

-Weird.

-What?

Nothing.

I don't feel like myself without these.

Neither did he.

Well, if it isn't my sponsor.

I'm not with you.

I hear you put a good word in for me with Hanssen.

Oh, yes, that.

You couldn't do the same thing with my kids, could you?

SERENA LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

I know. That's another battle I have to fight on my own.

You going to the wake?

SOBBING

Serena?

Are you OK?

I just can't believe that Arthur's dead.

He was just a boy.

It's OK.

Don't be nice to me, you'll make it worse.

Come on. I think we need a drink.

Yeah.

I hear you're leaving for the day.

For the week, actually.

Well, I think that's the best thing for you.

I'm sorry for the comment about blubbing.

It was a devastating combination of cruelty and accuracy.

I shouldn't have taken it all out on you.

There's absolutely no need to apologise.

I woke up this morning wanting to spend the whole day

just thinking about him in his ridiculousness.

I know.

Instead we get dragged back here and...

Ghosts everywhere.

Something like that.

-Do you want to hug it out?

-No.

Fair enough.

Go on. Go and celebrate your friend.

Oh, here he is.

Hey, Mum.

Hello, you.

-You OK?

-Fine.

How's it all going at the hospital?

We didn't lose anyone, I don't think.

Those poor people.

It sounds like it could've been a lot worse.

Well, if it weren't for these fantastic doctors.

Anyway, how did it go?

Yeah. It was a really lovely service.

So he would have approved?

I think so.

How are you doing?

Yeah, getting there.

Yeah.

Right. Drink.

What's your wife's number?

-Why?

-I'm calling her.

What for?

Let me offer up an alternative scenario here.

You've been walking round with a potentially fatal heart condition

for years.

You end up in a horrific train crash

but the end result is said heart condition

is diagnosed and treated,

leaving you free to live a long and healthy life.

-But...

-No buts.

If you both love each other, this is it.

This is year zero. You start again.

Here.

What's that? I won't take charity.

Think of it as a bet.

-What?

-Bring it back to me when you've proved me right.

Right. Now...what's that number?

The look on my Barry's face when the pair of them sang

-I Will Survive.

-LAUGHTER

And then when Arthur put the lips on him.

-Mother...

-It was hysterical.

He was a terrible kisser.

Oi.

Well, you should have been there at the Outward Bounds course.

-Well, as I recall, that turned out pretty well.

-True.

I can't believe Dominic got to kiss my husband before I did though.

Sounds like everyone's in good spirits.

Red, I'm guessing?

Oh, you know me so well.

Here we go.

God, do I need this.

Cheers.

-Hey. I haven't missed it, have I?

-No, they're still there.

-You going back?

-No. Enjoy.

Not sure that's the right word.

Hey...

Cara told me what you did for that patient.

-Snitch.

-What is it with you?

-What do you mean?

Always trying to save people.

-I think I'm a frustrated lifeguard at heart.

-Yeah?

All those years glued to Baywatch.

Never had you down as a fan of the Hoff.

I...

You sure you don't want any company?

No. Just my own.

Can we at least allow ourselves...

..a grief hug?

If you insist.

Friends?

-SHE LAUGHS Without benefits.

-Silly.

Cracked a rib.

-Good night.

-Good night.

So, ladies and gentlemen, thank you. If I may.

If Mrs Digby has no objection

we have a little unfinished business from earlier today.

Well, Dr Copeland was about to say a few words

when we were unavoidably interrupted.

-The eulogy.

-Yeah, I don't think it's appropriate.

Please, Dominic, I would really love to hear what you have to say.

Go on, mate.

Ah, he's gone all shy.

Oh, come on now, Dominic.

Well, I was going to use something which I thought meant a lot

to Arthur,

which is Napoleon's final speech to his troops.

He speaks of honour, and nobility,

and dignity.

Couldn't make head nor tails of it, and in fairness

I don't think it spoke much of who Arthur really was.

Arthur was pompous. He was ambitious.

He was judgmental,

he was anxious, and at times he was downright ludicrous.

But there are a few things about Arthur of which

I am 100% certain...

..that he was a wonderful husband

and that he would have made a fantastic father.

And that he was the best friend that I had, or will ever have.

To Dr Arthur Digby.

-Dr Arthur Digby. ALL:

-Dr Arthur Digby.