The Lone Ranger Holby City

-He's a good candidate.

-He needs to be the best, as does your team

if you're to prove that this stent is viable.

You're not doing yourself any favours.

You need to keep a cool head through this.

We need a positive press if the board are to continue funding this.

I see - so they want me to choose.

The stent or Dr March.

You know where we are PR-wise with this.

We only have one shot.

-Yes, so...

-I thought this was about the future, Zosia - your future.

What are you doing?

Doing the same as you.

-But...

-What?

You've left the funeral.

Clearly, you're not in the correct frame of mind.

-Did you ever think this would really happen?

-Sssh!

You haven't.

I'll take a strong cup of coffee for breakfast, thank you -

hold the judgment.

I'm leaving for work in five minutes.

Yes, so am I. Don't look so put upon.

You're not leaving me with some random stranger in this flat!

You say "stranger", I say "pleasant week-night distraction",

so let's just call the whole thing off, shall we?

Just say you'll be there at the press conference later?

It's the official launch of the Digby Stent. You will be there.

If I cross my heart and promise I'll be there, will you get off my case?

-Thank you. Love you. Bye.

-Dom!

Dom!

DOOR SLAMS

When the patient arrives...

Stick him in the dingiest bed and forget about him?

I don't think today's the day, do you?

Oh, right, cos we're about to do the surgery that proves that the

last few months of hard graft hasn't been a vast waste of time.

-Gotcha.

-When the patient arrives...

-Treat him like precious cargo and wrap him in cotton wool?

-Better.

I'll do the pre-op work up.

-You got enough on your plate with the launch.

-OK, good.

I'll twiddle my thumbs

in the corner and take credit for all your hard work.

Plus dot the "I"s, cross the "T"s with the surgical team.

-And Dr March?

-I thought that Zosia could be quite useful

at the press conference.

You might need some help with statistics, that sort of thing.

Doubtful, but fine.

If you need me, just yell. Consider me your right-hand woman.

Lift going down.

Right, he's here.

If any of you mess up today, consider it your last act on Darwin.

I honestly don't think she noticed you weren't here the whole time.

Those reporters aren't going to know what hit them.

-You know women, right?

-Not really, no.

How much trouble do you reckon I'm in with Naomi

-for blowing her out last night?

-You had a good excuse?

Mikey's insides were decorating the bathroom walls, yeah.

And what father could leave his son just cos he's arranged...

A date with his sort-of brand-new girlfriend on her birthday.

Yeah, I knew it. I've blown it.

Goodbye, the touch of a woman, hello, Lone Ranger Rides Again.

-Do you really want my advice?

-Yeah. Talk to me.

Find her, grovel - promise never to do it again.

Then book the most expensive restaurant you can afford.

So anywhere with plastic knives and forks.

Show her the time of her life.

Or you could just hide, forget all about it

and chalk it up to experience?

Yeah, sounds like a plan...

PHONE RINGS

Stalker, much?

Thank you.

I have literally just showered.

Can we please skip the whole "first day back?" head-tilt thing?

Well, I was planning on chucking you in at the deep end

-and laughing while you drown, actually.

-That's why I love you.

I know Mr Griffin's keen that you don't come back too soon...

Yeah, well, I'm fine. I don't need allowances made.

Well, can I at least hope that you get a freakishly quiet

and easy first day back?

Well, let's both close our eyes and hope that actually happens.

'Doors opening. Lift going up.'

Glad to see you've settled in.

Mr Valentine and Dr March here will be handling your pre-op tests.

Nothing to worry about. X-ray, bloods...

-Ahem...

-..that sort of thing...

Mr Rai?

Mr Rai?

I suppose we should be glad that the tracheomalacia's giving you

so little discomfort.

I wouldn't say that, exactly.

Perhaps the chart show can wait

until we've gone through a few things?

-HOARSELY:

-I didn't mean to be rude.

Hospitals are like a second home these days.

I just plug in and try and let the world go by around me.

Well, after today,

if all goes well, you won't be such a frequent visitor.

As you know, the stent you'll be fitted with is a new design.

It's more flexible and removable, amongst other things.

Just tell me after the surgery I'll stop sounding like this?

Once it's in, it'll keep your airway open.

In layman's terms - you'll sound like a dream.

-I'll see you in theatre.

-Where will you be until then?

Busy making sure we all go down in history.

I heard you had to do CPR on this young man in a lift.

The gossip grapevine in this place is ridiculous.

And defunct.

He collapsed - woke up a second after Dom and I arrived.

It's a bit of stomach cramp, that's all.

He claims the pain is a level four,

but from the consistent wincing, I'm assuming it's more of an eight.

There's nothing wrong, I'm telling you!

I think you might be right, Dr Copeland.

Can we get FBCs, U&Es and an abdo FAST scan as well, please?

Well, it looks as if you have everything well under control.

Before I forget, I thought

that you might be a good fit to show our new registrar around the ward.

Funny, that's what I look for in a colleague.

Good and fit.

Dr Copeland, I'd like you to meet Dr Isaac Mayfield -

Keller's new registrar.

Hello again.

Hmm, quite a gathering.

Who'd have thought a tracheal stent would draw such a crowd?

I'm sure you're not trying to diminish Ms Naylor's achievements...

No. No-one could be happier for Jac than me.

And whatever funding she manages to secures off the back of this,

I'm sure there'll be plenty to go around.

Well, the funding gods ebb and flow, Mr Self.

As you know more than most.

And if it is time for neuro to take a back seat to cardiothoracic,

then so be it.

Absolutely, yes. I just wanted to wish you well.

It can be daunting to be in front of the rest of the pack.

As Ms Naylor already knows well.

So X-rays are looking good.

Good as in "what we expected".

At this stage the worst news is that things have changed

and we have to tweak the surgical plan.

I saw a few journalists here on my way in.

Is this stent thing really such a big deal?

I mean, for me, it is, of course.

This thing's going to give me my life back.

But in the wider scheme of things...

The Digby Stent is the first to be locked in place

and the first to be taken out once it's been put in.

We can also insert radioactive beads into the stent.

So, well, with patients with lung cancer,

we can actually treat the cancer whilst also helping them breathe.

So that's what people are going to be writing about.

-Brave new world.

-Don't worry, we'll spell your name right.

We don't want your mum on the phone complaining.

-Is it OK...

-Yeah, go ahead.

Happy house or death metal?

Strauss.

Amazing. Salome's my favourite opera of all time.

You don't know everything about me, you know.

I was due to play the Police Commissioner

in Der Rosenkavalier at the Sydney Opera House last year.

You're a professional?

Tough role. Even tougher with...

Still.

Once my cutting-edge new stent has done its job,

I'm sure there'll be no stopping me.

-Let's hope so.

-And on that note, we'd better get going.

Right, we'll be back. Don't go anywhere.

Don't tell me you've got something more exciting to do

than hang out here?

HUM OF VOICES

I really don't want to be "that guy" but...

-you haven't replied to my text.

-Not funny. Not even a little bit.

I did tell you I was a doctor last night.

I can't imagine why you didn't bother committing it to memory.

-Well, if you knew...

-That we'd be working together? How could I?

You told me you were a trolley dolly, remember?

Even did a whole skit about dishing out gin and tonics

at 30,000 feet...

Like you've never told a little white lie to a guy in a bar before.

I find the whole "I'm a doctor" thing works like a charm,

to be honest. Why would I lie?

I can't tell what's bothering you more -

that people might find out you've been engaging in random hook-ups

or that I've scuppered your plan never to see me again.

People respect me here. I'm good at my job.

-If you do anything to show me up...

-I think I got you wrong.

-You really didn't seem this uptight before.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Tell me that isn't the real time?

-It is by my watch.

Hang on, what happened to showing me the ropes...

Right, I'll take some questions.

-ALL SPEAK AT ONCE

-One at a time, please...

Have I missed her big moment?

Ms Naylor has them in the palm of her hands.

Mo sends her apologies - she couldn't get away.

Someone has to keep the home fires burning.

Haven't they already done this in Berlin?

Well, stents are used in tracheal surgeries around the world.

The key difference with ours is movability

and the steroid-releasing beads.

They've also used steroid beads...

I can assure you that no other team, in Berlin or elsewhere,

have used those.

If they had, we'd know about it.

CLAMOUR OF VOICES

Ah! You two... Albie's tonight.

No excuses.

I wish I could, mate.

Yeah, me too, but I'm up to my eyes in paperwork -

going to be here all night at this rate.

Hah!

As if we'd miss the leaving do of the century.

Ohh, and Scrooge here even got a baby-sitter.

Yeah, which means we're going to be out with bells on.

-Hello.

-Don't ask me what happened.

One minute I'm deciding what brand of cornflakes to buy,

the next, I'm sparko on the floor.

Yeah, I get like that sometimes when I see my shopping bill.

Right, Mr Di Lucca, we have Clare Fisher -

she collapsed in a supermarket

and is now sporting what'll soon be a rather impressive shiner.

I'd ask if you can see my brain,

but I'm not sure I've got one judging by today.

Doesn't seem too serious.

With any luck, it's a "looks worse than it is" job.

But let's grab an X-ray just to be safe,

and as you're a bit pale, a full blood count.

See if we can find out what caused that fall while we're at it.

Lovely. Right, OK, swing your legs for me.

Take it easy, and I will look into getting you a sandwich or something.

-All right?

-Thanks.

Cheers. Do you reckon I should've asked Naomi

if she wants to come to this leaving drinks tonight?

Still holding out for a reunion?

Yeah. Stupid idea. She'd probably tell me to get stuffed, anyway.

I've checked online. The Berlin team launched their new stent

four weeks ago.

Three procedures have been performed since then.

I'm assuming there are similarities between their stent and the Digby.

There are no similarities. If there were similarities,

we could put this down to coincidence or bad luck.

The stents are identical.

Only someone from within our research team could have

-passed that information onto them.

-But how could this happen?

We've been so careful. We haven't discussed the intricacies of the

-research with...

-Stop following me.

Jac. We're all trying to get to the bottom of this

just like you. We're all in this together.

Were you just humiliated in front of a room full of journalists?

We're not in this together.

Fletch - Clare Fisher's bloods are back.

Pretty severe microcytic anaemia.

Clare, this might sound like a trick question,

given where you fainted, but have you been eating properly?

I've got five kids.

If there's anything left in the fridge by tea, I'm lucky.

So you feed them before you feed yourself,

you never really manage to finish a cup of tea and you remember sleep

like you remember Brother Beyond being in the charts. Am I close?

Have you been spying on my life?

Spying on you life? I've got your life.

In which case, it's no wonder you're anaemic.

Your haemoglobin is easily low enough

to account for the black-out this morning.

-Are you on any medication at all?

-Hang on.

Blimey, I don't take that much stuff with me when I go camping.

I don't leave home without me kitchen sink.

Iron tablets.

Your GP has been trying to treat your anaemia.

Judging from the prescription date,

there shouldn't be this many left in the bottle.

I don't get time to think most days,

let alone do everything I need to do.

Things slip through the cracks.

Well, we will give you an iron infusion

and try to determine the cause of your iron deficiency.

-Whatever you think's best.

-Don't worry,

we'll have you back home with a box of cornflakes in no time.

-Cornflakes?

-Yeah, you were shopping... Never mind.

I want every member of the Berlin team tracked down and squeezed

until they admit who used stolen research.

And if they claim not to have known?

The odds that they pursued the same avenue of research are long.

That they independently developed the steroid beads, longer still.

That they then beat us to the punch on launching by a mere few weeks?

Yes, I tend to agree.

A leak our end is the most likely explanation.

I hand-picked my team.

I put my trust in them at every step of the process...

The history of science unfortunately is littered with loose lips.

You can't go ahead with the procedure on Mr Rai. Not today.

I'm head of the department.

The procedures performed on Darwin fall well under my jurisdiction.

We're talking a short deferment, that's all.

24 hours, perhaps. Besides which,

rumour has it that the results from the Berlin stent have been poor.

This is my research, Henrik. This is my stent.

Which matters not a jot

if the international community cries plagiarism, withdraws your

current funding and leaves you with very little hope of finding more.

Until we know if it is their personnel at fault or

the stent itself...

I'm asking you to stand down.

Asking?

Your patient is not critical.

The delay will not affect his outcome in the least.

And you can go ahead as planned once we find that the stent is

without flaws.

Regarding the leak...

You'll have the resignation of whoever's responsible

by the end of the day.

SHE SIGHS

Well, you missed an interesting press conference.

Slight snag on the timing my end.

Mr Griffin, this new registrar...

Comes highly recommended. Excellent references.

Yes, I'm sure he's dandy - on a professional level.

I just don't think I'm the right person to be showing him around.

Look, I understand if you find it difficult.

New face on the ward.

But he mustn't be seen as a replacement for anyone.

No, no, it's just...

I think it's just a clash of personalities, that's all.

Probably best to keep a distance.

Ade's blood results are back.

Well, it seems that Mr Mayfield doesn't agree.

Face your fears?

Well, no, I don't have any fears...

Your haemoglobin is low - it's around seven.

Thank you. But all other tests appear to be fine.

-Which is good news.

-So I can go?

Probably best if we do a bit more digging.

We don't want you collapsing between floors again.

-But you are in safe hands.

-She's here!

Why can't that woman be late for once in her life?!

What are you doing in bed? I thought we were meeting in the canteen -

when you didn't show up, I got worried.

I'm afraid Ade here is not having the best day ever.

It's very minor. Stomach troubles.

It came on suddenly.

So suddenly that we found him collapsed on the floor of the lift.

You poor thing.

I don't envy you two, either.

They do say doctors make the worst patients.

I heard. Listen, if it's any consolation -

-we are just as sick as you are about this.

-Jac...

I don't suppose now would be a good time to remind

everyone about my leaving do later?

Judging by the mood she's in, just might be a joint leaving party.

Don't worry - I won't make that mistake again.

There's a problem with your operation.

We're unable to proceed as planned today.

The blood tests?

A clerical problem.

That I don't understand. I'm here, you're here.

The world is watching...

You need to give me more than "clerical error".

I'll have you into theatre just as soon as I'm able.

No.

You got me all the way in here, you promised me this would happen today.

Trust me, I am as surprised about this as you are.

Do you know what it feels like not to be able to breathe properly?

To worry you won't wake up when you go to sleep?

To sing like...

It might seem like nothing to you, but I need my voice back.

There's no clinical reason why you need this procedure today.

I am more concerned with your health than your career.

But when you thought I could help yours,

you were all over me like a rash?

I'm booked to appear in Aida in a few months.

The tickets have already been sold.

The show will go on. With or without you.

I thought you were the best.

Flattering a surgeon's ego.

If you want me to tell you how much this means to me, I will.

You just don't seem like the type to respond to emotional blackmail.

Better we just agree going ahead would be to our mutual benefit.

From one workaholic to another?

Your iron infusion is on its way, Clare,

and your GP will check your blood count in a week or so

to make sure that your haemoglobin has coming up.

Doesn't matter.

Dr Owen lived up to his promise - brought me a sandwich.

-This place is beating home hands down.

-Dr Owen?

You mean Nurse Fletcher.

Yes, sorry.

Doesn't make me a massive sexist, does it?

No, course not.

See you're managing to do some work while you're here?

Shopping lists.

I'm one of those boring people that can't function

unless they write everything down.

You'd think that you'd have nurses falling over themselves to help you.

Don't fuss, Abeni.

There has to be some perks to working here.

It's not like you get paid well, not considering all the lives you save.

All the doctors here work just as hard as I do.

That one there doesn't seem to be working so hard.

Could you get me a coffee? Vending machine's out there.

Are you allowed caffeine?

Best not, I'd say.

It's fine.

I only need to be nil by mouth if I need surgery.

All right, I'll be right back.

It's more of a case that caffeine isn't a good idea

until we figure out exactly why you collapsed.

Whatever he says, you don't need to worry.

Ethically we couldn't blab, even if we wanted to.

Because of course I'm lying.

There couldn't possibly be any reason

a doctor from Nigeria would be working as a hospital porter.

Sorry, I just...

Assumed. I know - and it's OK.

When I came here I knew I'd have to retrain.

And that it would cost money.

Just give me time.

So why not 'fess up to Abeni?

She obviously thinks a lot of you.

We met online. My profile said I was a handsome Nigerian doctor.

How could I turn up wearing overalls

and tell her I scrub floors for a living?

Soon I'll have saved enough money and completed my retraining

and the lie won't be a lie any more.

I love Abeni very much.

All I need is time to make things right.

It's enough to turn the most hard-hearted

into a bone fide romantic.

Ahh! Please... The pain.

OK, we need to get him to a CT scanner. Now.

I appreciate you coming.

I suppose you'll have lots of media obligations

now you're writing your memoirs.

Well, we've crossed paths before

so I thought I'd put in a good word for you.

You know, fighting fires on your behalf.

Put my tracheal stent back on the board.

-You're going ahead?

-No, I thought I'd just put it back up there

so you could all look at it and cry crocodile tears all afternoon.

I took on a valve replacement when I thought the stent was off,

but I can rearrange.

That won't be necessary. I won't be needing you in theatre.

-Why, what have I done?

-Any of you.

Wait, you can't surely think that one of us is the leak?

First, I'm going to give Mr Rai the benefit of my hard work.

Then I'm going to find out who sabotaged it.

You will feel a bit of tugging, but there shouldn't be any pain.

-Over to you.

-Hurricane Woman Scorned is about to touch down.

Don't flatter yourself, Romeo.

I've asked her to come and do a consult on Clare Fisher.

I'm sure there's more going on here than just anaemia.

You wouldn't mind greasing the wheels a bit for me, would ya?

Your boy was sick. You haven't done anything wrong.

But a good word from you isn't going to do any harm, is it?

Make sure the surgical team knows I'll be working without a registrar.

Absolutely.

How much trouble are you going to be in for this?

I don't need to ask permission to operate on my own patients.

For what it's worth,

when Aida opens, you can have as many free tickets as you please.

-Best seats in the house.

-Opera's not really my thing.

My mum's not seen one either.

I've been touring for ten years and she's never seen me sing.

When I got this part, I bit the bullet and sent her a ticket.

I thought now my father's gone, she might agree to come.

I haven't heard from her, but I know she'll be there.

If we can get you there.

How could I fail to make it, when I have a surgeon like you on my side?

See you in theatre, Mr Rai.

It's nothing to worry about.

Mr Di Lucca thought it might be useful for us

to have a bit of a chat.

See if we can get to the bottom of what's been going on with you.

You're not dressed like the other doctors.

Don't look much like a nurse, either.

Naomi is a psychiatrist, Clare. They don't wear scrubs.

I had a fall. Since when does that buy me a trip to the funny farm?

That's the last thing on my mind, I assure you.

I am stressed out. Not a bit - a lot. And that's permanent.

Stress is what you doctors are always going on about, isn't it?

-That's certainly true.

-Makes people do funny things.

Like fall over. Forget things.

You have a habit of writing things down in that notebook of yours.

It's not a crime, is it?

You ask any mum in here and she will tell you the same.

We don't eat. Half the time we're out of our minds -

the only reason we remember our heads is because it's screwed on.

Situation normal.

Mr Di Lucca?

I know what you're going to say.

Then save me the trouble and explain why I'm here.

She wrote every word I said in that notebook.

There's a smoking gun if ever I heard one.

I know how this looks,

and maybe it's just a hunch, but...she is hiding something.

Humour me.

Give her the mini mental state exam and see how she does.

-You're not being fair. To us or the patient.

-You make it sound like

"being fair" is on my to-do list.

You can't operate without your team.

What about the poor outcomes from Berlin? It's all over the internet.

Each time they try to reconnect the delivery device, they have

trouble inflating the stent.

Explain to me why I should care what

blunders other people have made with my device.

-If there's a problem with the stent...

-There isn't.

If there is and you're in there on your own...

You really don't want to get in my way.

Because you are angry and you're determined, and trust me,

I would not be standing here if it wasn't important.

We can argue the toss with Berlin.

Chances are, we can get co-credit at the very least.

But if something goes wrong, if Mr Rai dies or is left impaired...

there is no coming back from that. For the patient or for the Digby.

We've practised for this, studied every known complication.

Whatever locums you've roped in at short notice won't be

a patch on us and you know that.

There won't be any locums - I'm not giving anyone the opportunity

to sell my intellectual property to the highest bidder.

-Oh, for God's sake!

-Oliver. She's made up her mind.

All that matters is that the Digby does what it was designed to do

and saves lives. Good luck with the procedure.

-Luck is for lesser surgeons.

-I want to observe.

I've been up the past two nights studying this,

I don't deserve to be pushed aside. None of us do.

Don't think you're going to jump in if something goes wrong...

Just thinking of my education.

At least you can approve of shameless self-interest.

One word and you're gone.

So how many online dates

do you think you've had off the back of being a doctor?

Just curious.

Right, get him back up to Keller.

I'll call Mr Griffin get him to prep for theatre.

Everyone ready?

Bronchoscope, please.

There's blood all around the spleen.

Agreed. Course of action?

Well, we get him to theatre and remove it immediately.

-I mean, if we were to wait and it ruptures...

-Not worth the risk.

-You'll assist?

-Pleasure.

Or we could try and save the spleen.

How so?

Well, we do a spleen preservation.

Essentially, we put the spleen into a mesh bag and sew it up.

The patient keeps his spleen

and lives a life less prone to infection as a result.

And you've done one of these, have you?

Three. The consultant I worked under in my last post

was something of a pioneer.

-Of course, I don't want to step on toes.

-No, no, no.

-If that's not the way you do things round here...

-I'd be up for that.

Dr Copeland? Your patient, your choice.

"Pioneer." Let's do it.

Excellent. I'll tell the team to prepare for a spleen preservation

and I'll see you both in theatre.

You wouldn't be doing this just to prove you're competition?

The bar's already quite high here.

You might just want to keep up.

OK.

Inserting the stent.

Inflating.

It's not inflating.

Right, trying again.

What happened in Berlin?

Someone turn him off.

Let me help you.

I've prepared for this.

Don't put your patient's life at risk

by taking all this on your shoulders.

Jac!

Please.

Could you spell "world" for me backwards, Clare?

D-L-R-O-W.

Read this piece of paper

and do what it says.

There can't be a problem with the stent.

There isn't.

We can solve this.

Could be a blockage.

Aren't you needed elsewhere, Dr March?

I can't see anything, there's too much mucus in the trachea.

If there was something you could put inside the stent...

Pass me a ten French feeding tube with a syringe.

Berlin, eat your heart out.

You're off my team.

What?

You're not serious!

She can't be trusted.

What is wrong with you?

Don't, it's not worth it.

What's she going to do to me?

I'm leaving, remember? Ms Naylor...

I know you think you can go around treating people like dirt...

but the patients deserve better

than to be players in the Jac Naylor show.

You've got a team here who bust their backsides for you.

They go above and beyond on a daily basis

and you need them.

Only to stop you becoming more of a megalomaniac than you already are.

Finished?

Think so.

Wow. I bet you're glad she signed your reference

before you gave her both barrels, huh?

A mesh bag?

Wouldn't it be safer just to remove the spleen entirely?

Well, we need your consent to conduct the procedure.

If you would prefer a straightforward splenectomy...

But this is cutting edge.

The benefits of keeping your spleen shouldn't be underestimated.

Ade, you know just as much as them.

If it was your patient, what would you do?

Cutting edge is best.

It's what I would do.

Full steam ahead, then.

I'm going to make a phone call.

I'll be right back.

What exactly does the spleen do?

I don't need a lesson in basic anatomy.

Then why did you look like you were about to throw up

when we were discussing surgery?

I'm scared!

Well, why didn't you say?

If I ask too many questions, Abeni will think I'm a fraud.

Like you do.

Is it not stressful leading this whole "double life" thing?

Do you not think you'd be better off telling her the truth?

I've finally saved enough money to retrain and register.

In a year or so, I'll be fully qualified.

Why ruin things now?

Because the stress might kill you...

if your spleen doesn't first.

She passed the test.

She did absolutely fine, she scored 30 out of 30.

That's my point! You don't think that's a bit suss?

If you or I took the test, we'd sail through it, too.

As far as I can see, Clare has full mental capacity.

Then explain the notebook, the forgetfulness.

I know what it's like to get an ill feeling about someone -

it happens to me all the time.

Sometimes, the best thing you can do is admit you were wrong.

I know what an harassed parent looks like,

I've lived with Fletch for long enough.

I'm a harassed locus parentis myself half the time.

This is not that.

I'm sorry.

So, this test of yours can't be beat, is that what you're saying?

To do that, she'd have to memorise all the answers.

Someone with even a minor impairment would struggle.

Unless they wrote them down

in a notebook of some kind.

Can I go now, please?

Just one last thing.

Can I have a look at that notebook of yours?

-Clare...

-Don't!

Just don't.

It started happening about six months ago.

The forgetfulness.

I'm scared I've got early onset dementia.

I am so sorry.

All the symptoms fit.

I've looked it up.

Look, let's not jump the gun.

We need to get you a proper diagnosis.

There are other things that it could be.

You need to deal with this, Clare.

You need to think about your children.

What do you think I am doing?!

Better a mum that slips up occasionally

than being in some foster home with strangers.

Is that what you're so afraid of?

Because no-one is even suggesting that.

Even if you are right,

we can get you all the support you need.

There are medications that can help.

My little girl screamed at me last week, saying,

"Why can't you be like other mums?"

Please let us help you.

Come on.

Four tickets,

four rows back, middle of the stalls.

You won't feel much like belting out an aria for a while,

but give it time.

If I end up sitting anywhere near your mother,

I'll tell her that she should have been in the front row

long before now.

I was ashamed of them.

I ended up in a world

where everyone's parents

were surgeons and solicitors.

Mine only ran a corner shop and wanted the best for me.

I thought I could do everything on my own.

It was exhausting.

And now for the exciting part.

Doesn't look like much, does it?

I'm intrigued to see how this is done.

Don't worry,

it's easy when you know how.

It's stuck.

Got it.

And continuing towards the spleen.

I can't see because of the blood.

Scalpel, please.

We're going to need to make a midline incision.

Well, the point of the procedure is to save the spleen

using a minimally invasive technique.

The point of the procedure is to save the patient.

Perhaps they were too busy being pioneers at your last hospital

to remember the basics.

Mr Griffin, may I make the incision?

As long as you do it quickly.

I've nicked the bowel.

I've talked to Clare.

I think I've managed to persuade her

that no-one's out to take her kids.

She's been feeding them, keeping them clothed,

getting them to school...

And forgetting to take her own medication.

There's plenty of support out there.

I'm going to make sure she gets every scrap of help.

The next time you have a hunch that I won't listen to,

feel free to kick me in the head.

Come on, it wasn't as cut and dry as all that.

If you hadn't caught it, she'd have been back home right now,

still struggling to cope.

Nice work, Mr Di Lucca.

You know, it's days like this that I'm glad most of my patients

are of the "it's broken so I will fix it" variety.

Yeah, it's not much fun dealing in the grey areas

when it comes to people's lives.

You didn't fancy becoming a "real" doctor yourself, then?

Nah.

The first time I saw Dr Melfi head shrinking Tony Soprano,

I was hooked.

Hey, doc.

Nice work yourself.

Focus on the task ahead, Dr Copeland.

Suction, please.

We need to get a view.

Dr Copeland!

Dominic!

Keep the suction coming and hand me a 4.0 Prolene when I ask.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

So, how was your day?

Average.

I've been so obsessed with the Digby.

With Arthur's name living on.

Maybe I'd have been better off

dragging some random strangers back to the flat like you.

Well, it would have been fine and dandy

if they had remained strangers.

Isaac Mayfield, shiny new registrar on Keller.

He may have also left his underwear on my bedroom floor this morning.

Yes, I know.

Slow applause for Dominic.

Someone's going to be looking down, feeling very smug today.

Or ashamed.

He always thought he was better than us, didn't he?

Arthur Digby...

..the smartest doctor in the room.

He would have been a lot easier to be friends with

if he had admitted to being human once in a while.

I miss him.

Clearly you're forgetting the encrusted bowls of cereal

-he used to leave in the sink for weeks.

-I'm being serious, Dom.

Well, I don't know what I'm going to do.

Apparently I haven't got a job any more.

We both know you're not the leak.

Do you have any idea who is?

Well, yes, I'm certain there are ways to resolve this amicably.

Yep. Joint credit for the research...

May I phone you back in a few minutes? Thank you.

Deepan Rai is recovering well

after a successful insertion of the Digby Stent.

Whatever problems they had in Berlin,

the fault lay with them, not my device.

In a few years, the Digby could be impacting the survival rates

of patients with lung cancer,

tracheomalacia, tracheal stenosis...

I think that's worth shouting about, don't you?

Ms Naylor...

Jac!

Come back to my office, Ms Naylor, please.

You know, I thought you, of all people,

would appreciate what this could do for Darwin -

-for the entire hospital.

-Indeed I do.

Reputation equals funding.

Funding allows innovation.

An equation which means nothing when the first element -

your reputation - lies in tatters.

Berlin are on the brink of compromise.

They have as little stomach for an IP dispute as we do.

If you'd just listened to my advice,

we could have rescheduled the press conference for tomorrow

-and avoided any fall out.

-Well, we still can.

-No, we can't,

because the procedure went ahead without agreement from the Germans.

You used disputed research, you claimed it as your own.

Now, in the eyes of the world, you're nothing but a plagiarist.

I've proved there was nothing wrong with that stent.

Surely that alone makes it clear that I developed it!

This is not about right and wrong. This is about how it looks.

I asked you to wait, your arrogance wouldn't allow it.

Now you've compromised the reputation of the entire hospital.

The patient wanted the procedure to go ahead.

And a 12-hour delay would not have affected either his outcome,

nor his recovery time.

You could have talked the patient round, you didn't do it.

This was about you.

Now, if you'll forgive me, I have to go and implement damage control.

How'd you get on with the future ex Mrs Fletcher?

Did you manage to convince her I was worth all the trouble?

Oh, sorry, mate, I actually did only get her down here for a consult.

Your name didn't really come up.

-You didn't seem that bothered about it this morning.

-I'm not.

It would have been nice to string it out for a little bit longer.

You know, a few more nights of being Fletch rather than just Dad.

And she is a lovely lady.

But then what's someone like her doing with someone like me?

She'll be off with a flash doctor within a month

and it's just how it should be, mate.

Hello.

Hey, how do you fancy doing a good turn on your last day?

Don't bite my head off,

but I heard what happened in theatre...

Well, it was a one-off.

She is a good mate of mine,

so I know you can trust her and she's good.

Trust her with what, exactly?

As a grief councillor.

Right. Brilliant, OK.

So, does she also do trapeze lessons and macrame classes?

Cos they're on the same list that I have of "things I will never do".

Now, if you don't mind, I have a patient to see.

Everything OK?

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Ade is your superior

and you've got him stuck in a poky little room like this.

I'm sorry, "superior?"

Right, well, yes.

My sincerest apologies.

Be nice, Abeni.

And pass me my phone.

I owe you more than thanks.

You don't need to thank me, you need to thank Mr Mayfield.

What is this?

Abeni...

This is what the porters wear.

I've seen them.

I wanted to tell you...

You're a porter?!

You lied to me.

From the start, everything, one big lie.

I so wanted to tell you the truth.

But you couldn't,

because you knew I deserved way better

than a man who pushes trolleys for a living.

Whoa, that's harsh.

Waste of time...

See?

She didn't even give me a chance to explain.

That is because she is a shallow monster

who doesn't deserve another second of your time.

And porter or not, you don't deserve to be spoken to like that.

Don't even think about calling her to try and explain the truth,

because she doesn't deserve it.

Anyway...

you'll be fully qualified to work for our own NHS soon.

And as a reward,

you won't even have time to have a relationship.

Jac kicked me off the team.

She blamed me for the leak.

If she could have mounted my head on the door of Darwin as a warning,

she would have.

You didn't...?

No, not directly.

I mean, there were people that I told things to.

I thought I was discreet about the steroid release,

but I can't be sure.

I told you, after all.

Zosia, I wouldn't...

Not over something so important.

Not knowing how hard you'd worked on it.

An opportunity like this...

to destroy Jac's reputation -

that doesn't come around very often.

I wouldn't.

I didn't.

Sorry.

You understand why I have to ask.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Cara's leaving, Zosia's gone.

How long till you and me are running this ward on our tod, do you reckon?

About Zosia -

you know that there were extenuating circumstances.

Oh, Mr Rai would like to ask you about something.

Oh!

-Happy birthday!

-ALL: Happy birthday!

Um... Thank you.

I know you think I'm a proper plum for cancelling on you last night...

I just wish you'd told me before I got to the restaurant.

It was a bit embarrassing when the birthday cake for one came out.

Yeah. My boy, Mikey, he was ill.

-Raf will vouch.

-It's true.

Poor little man was sick as a dog.

And not the cute, little kind either.

The big, massive, slobbery ones that are just sick everywhere.

Forgive me?

How could I resist a man

who throws me a birthday party, one day too late,

in a stuffy hospital staffroom?

And who spent three quid on an out-of-date birthday cake -

let's not forget that bit.

Yeah, cheers for pulling this together.

-I can't say I'd have thought of it on my own.

-Cara helped.

-She's just finishing up on Darwin, she'll be right down.

-Great.

The Sopranos!

Figured it was your sort of thing.

Am I good at this or what?

I know this isn't the best use of your expertise...

You're lucky I have an unexpected hole in my schedule.

Yes, hello, this is Jac Naylor,

Director of Cardiothorasics at Holby City Hospital.

I have someone here who'd like to speak to you.

Mum?

Your reference.

That's very good of you.

Ms Naylor, a word, please.

I like to decompress after surgery...

by filling my blood stream with a chemical

known to produce spikes in blood pressure.

What happened to you in there?

I've been away a while.

Maybe I was just a little out of practice.

I didn't think I was so rusty

-that I'd endanger a patient's life, though.

-You didn't.

What happened was a known risk

and you weren't the only surgeon in there.

There was never any real danger.

-Still.

-Still nothing.

Stop beating yourself up.

-Hello, you.

-Hi.

What are you doing here?

Well, I couldn't let you go without saying a proper goodbye.

I'm really sorry.

What for?

I feel like I'm abandoning you.

Why?

Taking this new position.

I should be here with you.

No.

I'm so proud of you.

Grab life, and this amazing opportunity, and don't look back.

-A few people are going to Albie's if you want to...?

-Nah.

I miss you already.

-Hey.

-Hi.

Fancy a drink at Albie's?

It's Cara's leaving do and I could do with drowning my sorrows.

Be my wing man?

I'm actually... I'm quite tired.

Maybe another time.

But...

-So...

-So...

My place or yours?

It could get messy.

Us two working together and everything.

No strings.

Ever.

Agreed?

Well, after considerable consideration...

in discussion with Berlin and with the board of directors here...

Get to the point, Henrik.

As a consequence of your actions today,

the board have decided that full research funding,

for you and for Darwin...

..will be removed until further notice.

So, my prize for developing a highly effective,

life-saving piece of equipment

is to be unable to ever do it again?

Perhaps, had it not taken place

in the eyes of the medical world's media...

I've embarrassed them...

and they think that's more important than innovation.

Do you agree?

There are rules, Ms Naylor.

Even for you.

There was a conference on tracheal surgery in Berlin a few months ago.

Do we have a list of delegates?

That'll be in the public domain, I believe.

May I ask why?

Thanks for the present.

And the party.

Come on,

that was all Fletch.

Right, everyone, shots. No excuses.

And you. Come on.

So, any regrets?

Maybe one.

Timing, eh?

Yeah.

Well, bad timing or not, I...

I couldn't have got through this last year without you.

Be happy, OK?

All right, ready?

On three. One, two, three.

ALL: Cheers!

CHEERING

After you.

'Lift going down.'

I heard what happened.

I am sorry.

Oh, I'm sure you're devastated.

I meant to ask, how was Berlin?

You were there for a tracheal conference recently.

Yes, well, then there are any number of complications

that can cross over into neuro, you know that.

You couldn't stab me in the front,

so you had to go the long way around.

Paranoia is not a good colour on you, Jac.

I would put in a good word for Zosia,

but I know that's the last thing she'd want.

Still, she could always join my team.

It might be best.

I wouldn't want her career to be damaged by proximity to you...

now that your reputation has been somewhat tarnished.

'Ground floor.'

'Doors opening. Lift going up.'

I have a triple by-pass scheduled for 8:30 tomorrow morning.

I'll need you to assist.

But what about...everything?

We both know it wasn't you.

I fought for the Digby.

It meant more to me than anything has in a really long time.

So, who was it?

The leak?

Cardiothoracic is on the ropes.

We have a lot of ground to make up.

We start tomorrow.