Another Day in Paradise: Part One Holby City

Haven't they already done this in Berlin?

Naomi Palmer.

Psychiatric consultant?

I hope you guys haven't been waiting too long.

The stents are identical.

Only someone from within our research team

could've passed that information on to them.

Thanks for the present.

And the party.

Come on. That was all Fletch.

He was...

the best friend that I had.

To Dr Arthur Digby.

You couldn't stab me in the front, so you had to go the long way round.

Paranoia is not a good colour on you, Jac.

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 counsellor.

# In the summertime When the weather is hot

# You can stretch right up And touch the sky

# When the weather's fine You got women... #

-RADIO:

-Another scorcher!

Once again, record temperatures in Holby.

Railway lines are buckling, road tar is melting,

and here, on Holby FM...

PHONE RINGS

Oh, look at you, Mr-Keen-As-Mustard.

Talk about smitten.

Don't you start.

We both know that I've always wanted a handsome surgeon to adore me.

But...

timing.

You've just died.

Now I'm diving into...

..whatever.

It's just not good timing.

Do you know what really annoys me?

People who talk to dead people.

Whereas you and I both know when you're dead, you're dead. That's it.

No use to anyone.

-How excited must you be?

-Yeah...

Feeling a bit of a buzz. Only the third hospital in the country.

-I remember when he first came over.

-Totally new approach,

-the pericardial staple device.

-Used to wear flip-flops.

Minimally invasive, ground-breaking approach to PVA...

Any trainers, he still chose flip-flops...

You know they'll exclude the aneurysm from the ventricle without even cracking the chest?

-Yeah... Wait, what?

-Flip-flops, you said "flip-flops".

-Yeah, I was talking about Yasmani Arriaga.

-Exactly.

Laparoscopic repair of the posterior ventricular aneurysm.

-Yasmani Arriaga.

-Huh? The very same.

-You do know who he is, right?

-Tennis player, right?

Tennis player? That's like calling Darcey Bussell a hoofer.

-You know he's Cuban?

-Everybody knows he's Cuban, that's why he's called "The Cuban Missile".

OK, Spanish passport. Private health insurance.

Famous, or so you say. Jac's done it again.

And after stent-gate,

she'll want to make sure everything is perfect.

-That man makes me want to comfort eat...

-Pulses?

-Bacon buttie with brown sauce. Interested?

-Ooh...

Actually, I'll pass.

Mo says no to fried bacon?

Well, it is 100 degrees in the shade.

Oh, FYI, Jac's got a dental appointment this morning.

-Root canal.

-Shoot me now.

What's your poison?

Iced coffee, please.

You'll be lucky. The ice machine broke yesterday

and the air-con today.

So, no air conditioning, no ice machine?

No, Julie can do you an instant soup or a baked potato. Take your pick.

-Didn't have you down as a hobby modeller.

-Oh, no, it's Arthur's.

Oh.

I'm going to give it to elderly care. Maybe they can fix the sail.

They've done all the jigsaws. Anyway, look, what's the ETA going to be on the air-con?

Well, a bloke's starting on AAU,

so I imagine it'll be ready in time for Christmas.

-Oi, Fletch!

-Sol, mate. How's it hanging?

-Hot mate. Hot.

-Yeah, you said it.

-Mr Fletch...

I'm so sorry. I'm late, all right? I got to go.

Raf!

Would it kill you to answer your phone every once in a while?

-Excuse me?!

-What if I needed to talk to you about one of the kids?

FBC, U and Es, LFT, amylase, clotting, group and save bloods.

-Yup.

-Urine test. Book chest X-ray. Order MRI.

-Do regular 30-minute ECG monitoring.

-What time is she coming?

How long's a piece of string? Or a root canal repair?

She just e-mailed me the list.

Yeah, it's just that the timing for the booking of equipment is critical.

Well, it'll be after 12 and before 1,

and half an hour after she walks through the door

she's going to want knife and fork in hand.

-And she wants me to prepare...

-Everything.

Sounds like someone's getting his little to-do list.

Better not get anything wrong, Valentine.

But then, CT's already lost its funding, hasn't it,

so I guess there's nothing else to lose?

-It's even too hot to hate Guy Self.

-I like to see him as a kind of spot.

-Huh?

-If you ignore it long enough, eventually it'll go away.

-So, pre-operative cardiopulmonary exercise testing.

-Right.

Lung function, specifically spirometry and ECG.

On treadmill.

Put all results into online system. Explain procedure to patient.

Outline consent form procedure.

Sign in a C arm. Make sure the radiologist is on hand...

-And make sure the staple kit is delivered.

-Oh, catch on fast.

-That it?

-No, there's something else... Er...

Ha. Well, the gist of it is, um,

do not let Guy Self anywhere near my patient.

Ow.

Phew.

And I thought menopause was hot.

Nits.

That takes me back.

Summer camp, Eleanor was like a magnet.

Evie's got nits,

-so Ella's got nits...

-It happens.

-..so Theo's got nits.

-And you?

-Not yet.

-All part of the fun of being a parent.

Except I'm not, am I?

They're Fletch's, but muggins here ends up having to look after them

while he goes on another hot date.

Well, if you're fed up of them...

I'm not. I love them to bits. It's just...

Nits.

Not just that.

I don't know...

He gets to go on dates.

Ah, so it's not so much being the baby-sitter

as always being the bridesmaid.

Yeah, that sounded so much better in my head.

You know what you need?

What?

Some raw, sweaty,

unadulterated,

vigorous passion.

Sorry, it's, er,

it's the heat.

Phew.

What's the last thing you remember before you passed out?

Erm, thinking I could murder a ciggie.

So you smoke, I take it?

Like a diesel tractor in February.

When I get the chance.

This day and age, smokers are treated worse than lepers.

So, what, you're just not aware of the negative health implications?

I was a teenager in the '60s.

Everybody smoked, all the time.

Not our Mr Levy.

I wasn't even born, thank you very much.

And, newsflash, it's not the '60s any more.

Er, newsflash, I'm not obese,

don't drink and I gave up the ganja 20 years ago.

Well, I would still like to refer you to one of our quit programmes.

Blame Big Tobacco.

I grew up singing along to fag adverts.

OK, FBC, U&Es, urine test.

Something about the abdominal pain.

-CT scan?

-Mm-hm,

and check the white blood cell count as well. What did the people who brought her in have to say?

Well, from what I can gather, they just stood around and watched

as Mary lay on a cold wooden floor, unconscious

for the best part of an hour.

I thought I was a bad friend.

So they just stood around?

Well, they thought that she was still in her trance.

Trance?

No, you sit in the chair!

Make me, sunshine. Go on!

How many times do I have to tell you? I'm 110%!

There's no such thing.

I could dance you off the floor and drink you under the table...

-Oh, don't even go there.

-..any day of any week.

You've got no idea who you're dealing with, have you?

I'm as fit as a flea. Watch.

No. Sit!

Mr Fletcher, do we have to be quite so loud?

No, not if our patients did as they were told!

He was found collapsed by a dog walker on the edge of the forest.

The ED sent him up with an erratic heart rate.

-I was only having 40 winks.

-Oh, what, face down in the brambles?

You've got lacerations, a sprained wrist

and maybe a dodgy ticker, all right?

I cut myself shaving, if you must know.

You're bleeding.

You're bleeding.

Get your mucky hands off me.

Right, let me have a look at you.

-Nothing.

-My bag has split.

-What in heaven's name is that?

-Stewing steak.

What you got a pocket full of stewing steak for?

Why have you got a face like a ferret's bum?

-Sit down.

-Come on, Fletch, it's OK. Take a seat.

No, he won't sit down. He keeps calling me sunshine

and now he's bleeding beef blood all over my floor!

OK. Sharon, could you take this gentleman to Bed One, please?

At least someone's got some manners.

Right, I don't know what's got underneath your skin today.

Well, apart from it being as hot as a basted turkey.

-But whatever it is, it stops now. Agreed?

-Yeah.

-Right.

What's up, mate?

Why are you biting everyone's head off?

If you want to know,

my super-hot date with the super-hot Naomi last night, well...

She dumped me.

I told you Jac didn't want Guy anywhere near Yasmani.

-What part of that wasn't clear?

-He slithered in.

Started giving the Guy Self Centre for Neurological Surgery

promotion pitch, before I could stop him.

-At the risk of stating the obvious...

-Yasmani's a CT patient?

Yeah, but Guy sees Arriaga and he thinks, "Ker-ching!

"I'll throw logic out the window and use him to try and make money."

Look, focus on the big picture.

Not only is Jac going to come in expecting you to have done

everything on her list to the most meticulous detail...

You think I don't know that?

..she's also going to have toothache.

-OK, bear with a sore head. I get it.

-You wish.

A grizzly bear with chronic migraine is like a fluffy kitten

compared to Jac Naylor coming down off lignocaine!

OK, I'll do every test. I'll have it all squared. Everything.

Ollie, big picture. Guy Self.

Any whiff that he's closing in on her high-profile patient,

she is going to flip.

Roger that.

-So the pain occurs up to an hour after eating?

-Give or take.

So, a trance, as in a hypnotic state?

I don't really like to call it a trance.

-It just sounds sort of...

-But it was during a seance?

Nobody calls it a seance any more. It just sounds creepy.

But that's why they were there?

For me to channel...

Dead spirits?

They're very much alive in me.

Too alive sometimes.

Do you hear them?

Hear them. Feel them. Sense them.

Has someone here lost someone recently?

Bowel movements?

They've been better.

Not often? Too often? Hard? Soft?

Er, bit of everything, really.

-And there's also been some recent weight loss?

-Some.

My mother loves nothing better than a night in some hall somewhere

with her cronies, waiting for a message.

A lot of people seek answers.

Says when she dies, if there's a telephone in heaven,

she's going to ring me.

I find the prospect quite horrifying,

to be totally honest with you!

You have a high pulse and your chest is crackling slightly.

Now, that's probably just smoking related.

Yes, we'll get you a scan as soon as we can and find out

what's going on with your abdomen.

So, you do believe in life after death?

I believe we're not alone.

Mary, you collapsed on the floor of a St John Ambulance hall,

seemingly left for dead.

If your spirits were watching over you,

do you not think they're doing a bit of a bad job?

-I didn't say they were watching.

-So you've lost weight

and you have a low blood sugar.

That is the reason why you are hearing voices and feeling shivers.

When I'm going through a time of visits I forget to eat.

My advice is get a few more pies inside you, then.

Maybe the spirits will then stop bothering you.

-I did not see that coming.

-Yeah, well.

Now, I'm left licking my wounds

and I'm taking my frustrations out on anyone stupid enough to cross me.

-Well, that's not going to work. Not here.

-I know.

Right, so, what were you doing in the forest?

Mind your own beeswax.

-With a bag full of steak?

-Keep your beak out.

-Has this ever happened before?

-Collapsing?

You calling me an old fart?

Cos I can still get up and box your...

I'm just doing a medical history.

Well, I don't have history,

so you can stick your pencil back behind your ear and jog on!

OK. FBC, U&Es, LFTs and a cardiac enzyme test, please.

Whoa!

Hold it right there now, Sonny Jim.

-I don't want any needles or...

-No, you hold it

cos I'm not having you talk to a registrar in my hospital like...

Whoa, whoa, Fletch. I can fight my own battles.

It's the heat.

So, shall we start again, sir?

Dr Copeland.

Yes?

I know it is as hot as Hell's Kitchen up here

and everyone is super cranky,

-but there's no need to rip Mary's head off.

-I'm not!

Or mine, for that matter.

I just happen to think what she does is disgusting, immoral

and shouldn't be allowed.

Well, I think the same about VAT inspectors,

but if one was in my ward, I'd treat him like any other patient.

You're right. It's just with all the Arthur stuff and

spirits from the other side. I mean, come on.

It's perfectly OK.

If you want me to assign another doctor to Mary, that's fine.

No. No, you're right. I just need to chill out.

Consummate professional.

-Life goes on.

-Well, look around you. You know it does.

Watch me.

Detached.

An island.

Right, Mary, I'm going to need you to take these,

then we'll carry out a few more obs and trot...

Why do you feel threatened by me?

Threatened? I don't.

Is it because I already know you talk to dead people?

-Have you got a minute?

-I was just on my way to see Dylan.

-Can we talk?

-About what?

Oh. Sure. Where?

A couple of aspirin and half a dozen plasters and I'm on me bike.

How did you get to the forest?

I don't honestly remember.

Bus?

Is there anyone that you'd like us to call for you?

You know, let them know that you're here?

No, thank you very much.

There's a letter there that says Kitty McDonald. That your wife?

Daughter.

Do you want me to contact your daughter?

Don't under any circumstances let my Kitty know I'm here.

So when did you first know you'd got powers?

Well, everyone experiences it in some little way.

Premonitions.

Deja vu. Prickles down the neck.

Everyone does not experience it.

Deja vu? Excuse me, I get that all the time.

Right. Mary, we are going to take you for an abdominal scan,

which will give us a clearer overall image of your intestine

and, therefore, highlight any problems that you might be having.

Not everyone sees it as a gift.

So, what do you feel when you get a visit?

Sometimes it's like a needy toddler trying to get my attention.

Making me sneeze or cough.

Recently, it's wind.

Seriously?

Farts give you an indication of a message from the other side?

Just lean forward for me. That's it.

Help! Get me out of here!

No. You need to stay in bed, all right?

If I get my hands on you!

You stay there. Who are you? The daughter?

-Worst luck.

-OK, we didn't call her.

-Your father is very ill.

-Is he going to die?

-No.

-More's the pity. Wait till I get you home.

-What's he been up to now?

-Nothing!

-Not asking you.

-As far as we know, he just collapsed.

-Where?

-Don't tell her.

-The forest.

I said not to tell her.

You got any idea why he might have half a pound of beef in his pocket?

If you was doing what I think you was doing.

I was bird-spotting.

I am going to kill you. I am going to kill you!

OK, er, Sukie, would you mind taking this lady to the office, please?

Just try and keep calm for me, mate, OK?

See, no matter how bad it is, there's always someone worse off.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Well, you know,

just when you think you're having the worst day possible,

you meet someone who's having an even worse one.

And that's supposed to cheer me up, is it?

MARY GROANS

You all right?

I've got really bad pain.

-What is it, wind?

-Yes.

You sure it's not just some missive from the hereafter?

I'm going to be sick.

OK, hold on.

-I'm going to be sick!

-OK. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Coming, coming, coming.

Oh, go.

Oh, Mary.

Can we get an IV emetic?

10mgs of cyclizine, please.

-Here you go.

-Thank you.

I can feel it.

Like a fluttering in my belly. Ah.

Is it a pain you've had before?

And what would you say the pain is on a scale of one to ten?

I'd say that was a high eight.

Can we get 10mgs of IV morphine, please? Thank you.

So what did it say on the CT scan?

There's not a clear enough image to be able to make a diagnosis.

I can't see the SMA.

No. No, not much to go on. So, thoughts?

Ischemic bowel?

It's possible. Nausea, vomiting, diarrhoea.

Temperature's up. Blood pressure's down. White cell count is 14.

Can we check and see if we can get her into theatre?

-For a mesenteric angio?

-Uh-huh.

-OK, yeah.

Catherine, would you mind making sure

we get the next available theatre slot, please? Thank you.

Mary.

Mary, we think this might have something to do with your bowel.

You have a blood supply problem and maybe a piece of it has died.

-Died?

-Yeah. It's a thing called necrosis,

-but it means we need to have a look.

-Something inside me has died?

Well, unfortunately, this can happen

when the blood supply gets constricted and can cause infection.

But don't worry about it. We're here to help.

PHONE RINGS

He wants you to finish something

and he won't stop nagging me until I tell you.

Who?

Who?

He wants you to sail his ship.

OK, so I have the pain relief.

Essie.

Have you told Mary anything about Arthur's ship?

The Superb? No.

Superb?

This is for you.

-Thanks! I'll pay you,

-No, no. Wouldn't hear of it.

Thanks, Raf.

So, Fletch told me

about you two.

I was surprised. I thought you really got on.

Like a house on fire. There were times I thought I'd die.

What?

From laughing.

He can be very funny.

Some of the stories about his wild days...

I think I've heard most of the classic Fletcher repertoire.

All I'm saying is,

good sense of humour...

Is essential.

..isn't everything.

Ah. Right.

He makes me laugh.

But?

But...

like a mate, which is great...

..but not enough.

I was surprised that you split up.

Surprised, happy?

Happy that my best mate is in bits?

No, of course not.

-In bits?

-Yeah.

Shouting at patients. Doing his best Gruffalo impersonation.

So you read a lot of children's books, do you?

Me and Theo are currently studying The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

You can test me if you want.

I didn't mean are you happy that Fletch is sad.

No. I know.

I meant,

are you happy that I'm single again?

Should I be?

-Is that what I think it is?

-I'll give you a clue. It's not iced tea.

-Yasmani's...

-Urine sample.

To be treated like gold-dust, to be written up and processed

and ready for Jac Naylor.

Hey. Do you think I could get a selfie?

With a urine sample? Bit twisted but...

You do know you're not funny, right?

You might as well. Everyone else in this hospital is.

Oh, porters, nurses... I don't really like to ask.

Oh, because you're a big consultant now?

You don't ask, you don't get.

-Could you ask?

-For a selfie?

-Yes.

And what good is it to you if I get a selfie with him?

Look, just because Jac's going to spit-roast you for dinner,

-doesn't mean you have to get all cheeky.

-Look, if I'm honest, Mo,

I don't think he's really enjoying the attention.

Let me just snap his neck.

Family can be testing. Believe me, I get it.

What's the story with your neck?

Coming off in a couple of days. I fell.

Like, fell off a kerb fell?

What's it to you?

I see you and your dad are not big on sharing.

Where's his van?

He said he got the bus.

And he's a lying old sod.

Yeah, just try and stay calm, though.

Everything OK?

I don't know. You tell me.

Hey?

Well, you're my mate, right?

And any shoulder crying, it should be mine on yours, yeah?

I saw you in Pulses.

Oh, right.

Did she talk about me?

Yeah.

She said you really make her laugh.

See! Good sense of humour.

Doesn't matter how deep your pockets are or even what the face looks like,

as long as you can make the ladies laugh, mate.

Now, if she's having second thoughts, you tell her from me

I'm not too proud to have her back.

Pulse rate's still increasing

and he's complaining of palpitations and shortness of breath.

Well, she reckons this isn't his first blackout.

Well, let's book an echo and we'll take him for an MRI.

Is the daughter OK, do you think?

She seems more worried about what he got up to in the forest.

What did he get up to in the forest?

There appears to be a terrible mix up of names on Mr McDonald's form.

Crossed out and rewritten three times!

Yeah. I, er, well...

Ah, that was me. Sorry.

Practising my illegible handwriting.

Doctor's prerogative.

Calligraphy, origami and decorative knot-tying

are all leisure activities to be practised on your own time.

I shall leave my potter's wheel at home in future.

See, now that was weird. Why are you covering for me with Serena?

Well, I know you're not having the best day so...

Why is it so hot in here?

Look, I can appreciate that the last thing I need

is more grief about paperwork,

but you're covering for me because I got dumped?

-When you say it like that...

-Mate, I'm a grown man.

-I know that.

-I'm not nine.

-Sorry.

Raf. Raf, I'm mucking about. I'm having a la...

No.

Uh-uh.

See, look at the plan.

That bit there doesn't go like that.

Actually, I think you'll find it does.

It might not look like it,

but if I just pull on this bit of string here...

PIECE CLATTERS TO FLOOR

No, no.

That's not good.

At what point did our patients become Spanish galleons?

-Sorry, sorry, we were just...

-About to go back to work?

-Gone.

I'm sorry. Can I just ask? That scan thing tells you what?

-It tells us what the inside of his heart is like.

-Black.

And festering.

What exactly is it you're so worried that he was doing up there in the forest?

I mean, he's not your average hoodie, is he? He's 74.

-So what you so worried about?

-Stealing dogs, of course.

-Dogs?

-Dogs?

Racing dogs.

-Amazing.

-Uh-huh.

-I feel amazing.

Maybe you feel a lot better since you dumped your message on me.

-What?

-You might feel great,

-but it's kind of messed things up for me.

-No.

I... I just wanted you to know that your...

"Finish something," you said.

So I tried to finish his stupid boat and guess what?

I broke it.

No, I didn't mean... I just meant...

All it means is that when it comes to model-making,

I'm as dextrous as a walrus.

Well, obviously, I was right.

There is someone you've lost

and he is trying to contact you.

No. No, in fact, you're wrong.

-And all that stuff is just stupid...

-You took the message.

Took?

Understood it.

No. No. What I said was that I didn't.

I said I had tried something but I sucked at it,

so whilst you might be feeling a lot better, I

feel a lot worse.

Yes, no, absolutely.

Yes, heavy motorway traffic should definitely take priority

over heart surgery.

Listen, this isn't my online grocery shopping here.

This is an operating theatre with a whole team of surgeons

and doctors on standby while your van is...

I don't care if he has to get out and walk.

That kit has to be here at 11 o'clock.

-Ooh, you sound so butch when you're angry.

-Drives me so mad.

Seems like some of Jac's alpha has rubbed off on you at last.

Did you say he could get up?

-No.

-Where's he going?

I don't know.

Not losing your patient, are you, Valentine?

Jac Naylor's going to love this.

What's the matter?

I just don't feel like I should be here.

OK. Just sit down for me, two minutes.

I'll be back, OK?

This is your fault!

-Me?

-You, Guy, fans.

I didn't know who he was when he came in.

Couldn't give a monkey's about tennis,

but you with your selfies and selfie with his tennis balls.

-Yeah, I didn't ask. It wasn't me.

-Look, he leaves, Naylor kills me.

You and Guy have a big laugh at me being under the cosh.

But guess what? I am.

You crying?

M...

-I think we're nearly there.

-Good.

Once we inject the dye, we're looking for signs.

-Signs?

-Yes, clots or something unusual.

-Oh.

Yeah.

I can't advance any further.

I'm afraid we're going to have to abandon and reassess.

Oh, great. More time with her on the ward.

What? I can't help it.

She gives me the creeps.

Surely, if she told you that she'd heard from

a dead loved one and she said they were happy

in wherever it might be - Heaven, Valhalla, Nirvana -

and that gave you peace of mind,

surely that's a good thing?

The dead are dead.

People grieve. They cry. They get angry.

They live in denial,

but ultimately they feel a connection with the dead,

with the loved one they've lost.

Arthur is gone.

My flat is empty.

His ship will never get finished

and I will probably never shed a tear about the entire thing.

You haven't cried yet?

No. No, why?

Does that make me some sort of heartless monster?

No. No, no, it's just...

Maybe that's what mediums do.

-They help people feel...

-It's not real.

It's not scientific.

This... This is real life. This is life and death.

All right, OK, but apart from all this science, there's nothing else?

Not if it can't be explained.

Just black and white?

-No grey areas?

-No.

Why? Grey areas are just grey.

Their kennels are on the edge of the forest.

Upside is, if he collapsed in a bush

he probably didn't get round to doing anything, like

stealing one of their stud dogs.

Oh, the paramedics didn't mention a dog, so...

So long as they don't ever find out he was up there.

Cardiac enzyme tests are back.

Looks like a hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

IV morphine and send him up to Darwin?

They should see him, sooner rather than later.

Look, I appreciate you didn't have the best of nights

last night with the kids,

-but, I'm grateful.

-Yeah, don't worry about it.

And I'm also grateful for that weird little cover-up you tried to pull earlier.

No! No! You pillock!

You first-class, Grade-A, deep-fried pillock!

You left it up there!

They found your van!

Those maniacs are looking for you now.

It's like a sauna in here.

Oh, yes, spot on.

Except it's not cosy. It's definitely not relaxing

and no-one is having any fun.

Well, it's definitely not intestinal ischemia

because none of the larger vessels are blocked.

Well, what is it then?

No kidney stones. No renal failure. Diabetes?

Something bad is definitely going on inside of her.

Well, I'll tell you what, let's put her on 20-minute obs

and see where we are in an hour.

Well, that's if I'm still working here.

What?

I've been summoned to Mr Hanssen's office.

And when is that ever good?

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come in.

Ah, Dr Copeland, good.

Would you like to add the finishing touch?

Come and sit here.

Don't forget to breathe.

Did I do anything wrong?

Why do you think you did wrong?

Do you want me to explain the procedure in any more detail?

-To me it looks like you're working very hard.

-OK.

Look, the reason why the laparoscopic procedure is so,

so much better than the normal open chest one

is that we can have you back in training in two weeks.

-Tennis training.

-Or competing, or whatever.

I hit a ball around a rectangle in Spain for most of the year.

-Very well, from what I gather. I'm sorry I'm not much...

-It's a game.

Tennis.

This, what you do, this is life and death.

You save lives. I have a nice forehand.

Oh, we'll have you back on the court

-playing that nice forehand very quickly.

-A game.

I'm just a big kid in shorts.

And for that, all those people want to take my picture,

get an autograph.

It doesn't seem right.

Oh, you don't think you deserve this?

I'm not old. I'm not young. I'm not fighting for my every breath.

I get dizzy when I play too fast.

I fainted on TV a couple of times.

-It's not such a big deal.

-Oh, no.

If the aneurysm ruptures it's a big deal.

-Are you frightened by this surgery?

-No.

I'm frightened that you're going to put all this time and energy

into me instead of someone else.

Go do your magic on someone who deserves it.

Oh, no, hang on.

Yasmani, no. It doesn't work like that.

The first time we need someone fit, strong, able to recover

in case we don't get it absolutely right.

A gerbil pig?

Yes. Uh-huh.

I'm strong, so I make a good gerbil pig?

And many other patients, sick patients,

will benefit from what we learn, operating on you.

You experiment on me, other people benefit?

Er...

This is how I'm able to give something back.

Excellent work.

It's good...

-..but it's not enough.

-It's finished.

You have completed the Superb. Arthur would be very pleased.

We need to sail it.

Sail it?

We need to sail it. "Sail my ship."

Arthur wanted me to sail it.

No, it's a model ship, Dr Copeland.

It's one intended to be kept in a display case on a shelf.

-It's not the sort of thing you'd ever sail.

-We need to sail it.

Don't ask me why. There's this crazy woman up on the ward

and the photo that I keep talking to and my fridge.

Fridge?

Just forget I said anything. Ignore me.

I just need to totally forget Arthur.

So, we need to sail this ship?

Hm.

Do you have any particular location in mind?

Right, and how's Mr McDonald doing?

Ah, his ECG and enzyme tests suggest he has hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

He's had a heart attack?

No, it's a bulge in one of the chambers of the heart,

making it not perform as it should.

Bulge?

-A thickening of the heart muscle wall.

-Can it be fixed?

Oh, yes, it can. You're in safe hands with these two.

We'll have to get him up to our CT ward eventually,

but, for the moment, we'll just have to keep a close eye on you here.

-BP's still going up.

-And his heart rate.

Could you increase his obs, please?

They found me van.

Ah, yes. Now, I've heard about this trouble, but, for the sake

of your heart, you're going to have to keep yourself calm.

Absolutely no harm'll come to you while you're in here.

That's right. That's why we have security. It'll be all right.

OK. I'll leave you to it. Thanks.

They've torched your van,

and they're on their way.

Aaaargh!

Dad, no!

Dad!

Sail it. He said "Sail it," not...

"Dunk my favourite three-masted tall ship in a goldfish pond."

Right, go and get your civvies on, please.

What's happening to him?

What've you done?

-What's he doing? Does he know what he's doing?

-Yeah.

Naomi?

-Do you mind?

-Take a step back.

Let me go. I need to see what they're doing.

You're not helping. You need to step back.

You need to let them work.

Could be SVT. Let's get him back on the ECG, please.

And yes, they absolutely do know what they're doing.

Better than anyone...

He's in the best hands.

I'm going to try a carotid sinus massage.

-Right. What do you need?

-Let's get the pillows under his shoulders,

extend the neck and keep him on the pulse oximeter, please...

What are they doing to him?

They're going to massage an artery in his neck.

Massage?! He's having a bloody heart attack!

No...

That's it. We've got him back. We've got a rhythm.

Let's get him a CT consult as quick as we can...

-Well done.

-Yeah.

There.

See, now that, that is sailing.

Well, you did Arthur proud.

We did.

You honoured his memory.

We did.

His final wishes.

Arthur would look at that

and see his ship sailing

majestically across the ocean.

It's a park lake.

He would see it and be thinking...

GURGLING

No.

No, no, no, no...

No, no, no, no...

No, no!

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

I just wish...

everything were different.

I don't know, just...

..better.

Arthur deserved better. He deserved a better friend.

A proper friend.

I think Arthur thought you were a proper friend.

I was always taking the mick out of him.

His hair,

his stupid glasses,

his trousers,

his weirdly...

Just everything.

I think Arthur liked that.

I think he wanted that.

Proper friend?

You think so?

Yes.

Proper?

Proper.

Really?

Well...

you sailed his ship.

I sank his ship.

HE SOBS

Unquestionably,

you loved him.

I did.

I still do.

Well, what more could any friend want?

Excessively flatulent.

Fluttery feelings and

uncontrollable, excessive flatulence.

Fluttery abdominal sensations

accompanied by excessive flatulence.

When she has "a visit", she said she felt flutterings.

Heavy smoker, over 60, claims it hurts when she eats...

So, she doesn't eat.

Hence the weight loss.

Pain in the upper abdomen.

Nausea.

-Diarrhoea.

-Constipation.

Hard and soft.

See, that still points to bowel.

But, what if it wasn't in the bowel itself?

What, you mean...

blood supply?

A clot in the...

-Mesenteric ischemia.

-..mesenteric ischemia.

Hah!

No, but it's very rare.

0.1% of hospital admissions.

Well, it's possible, I suppose.

Yeah. I mean, heavy smoker,

-and...

-It wouldn't show up on the scans.

No. So...

We need to get her into theatre,

and, this time, we need to open her up.

Excellent.

So, Mr Arriaga has now agreed

to stay to experience our laparoscopic PVA repair.

-Yay!

-In the interest of medical science.

So, you're staying now?

Wise man. We're one of the only hospitals in the country

who would even attempt this.

And the only hospital with such professional and beautiful medics...

-Got any brothers at home?

-Six.

Send them my way, please.

OK, that puts us officially up against the clock

to get prepped before Naylor arrives.

I'll get to the scanner and get him MRI'd.

-Could you please chase his bloods and urine?

-Sure.

Mr Arriaga, seeing as you're going to be here after all,

permit me to give you a lightning quick tour of my neurological facility.

No, he has to get scanned.

Ten minutes, tops.

If you're prepared to endorse our facility, then your name, your fame,

will be associated with an international service

for neurological problems.

He has to go downst...

CRASH

Functional neurosurgery,

skull base surgery, neuroendoscopy,

complex craniofacial, complex spine, neuro-oncology...

No, Senor Self.

I would not like to.

But you haven't even seen the...

If I was lending my name to anything, it would be heart surgery,

not brain. My heart is very dear to me.

-I see.

-I have to be in the scanner with my friend, Mr Valentine.

Friend?

Friend.

You already looked inside me...

I'm afraid the angiogram didn't have a clear outcome.

You looked at my insides.

Do you have any idea how weird that makes me feel?

-What, that I've seen your insides?

-You saw bits of me I've never seen.

Well, isn't that what you claim to do?

To see inside people, see hidden things?

It's the same as us. It's just we need to take another look.

I know something's happened, because your friend's gone very quiet.

You look different.

It's the fresh air.

Erm, nice job in there.

Oh, thanks.

Quite the George Clooney, aren't you?

I try.

Naomi obviously thinks so.

Naomi?

Were you going to get round to telling me?

-What?

-"What?"

About you and Naomi.

You like her, don't you?

Do I have to go under again?

Well, I wouldn't recommend being opened up with a local.

Earlier, that was first time I've ever had a general anaesthetic.

Well, your stats are all fine now. So, there's nothing to worry about.

But, I feel different.

It does take a while for the after-effects to wear off.

And it's not just your friend who's gone quiet.

You mean...?

I've heard of other psychics who had

operations or head injuries and their visits just stopped.

And you're worried that's going to happen to you?

Well, Mary, if you don't go under again, then we can't carry

out the procedure to inspect your potentially rotted bowel.

And if you can't?

Well, if we can't, then I think,

very soon, one of your mates is soon going to be channelling you!

Here you are.

Fletch, look, I am sorry.

You're always sorry.

But I don't know what it is that you think that I've done.

What have you done?

Nothing.

You and Naomi in Pulses, right?

You obviously weren't talking about me.

We were just talking.

What have you two got to talk...

That's why you're covering for me with Serena.

So, when did you decide that you liked her?

Probably about five seconds after you.

But, you being you, you decided to just plough on in there.

She practically asked me out.

While I stayed at home and looked after your kids.

-You never said.

-Well, I didn't get a chance to, did I?

Like I never do. Once you set your sights on something or somebody...

So, what about now? You know, now that we've split up?

-What do you mean?

-What do you mean, "What do I mean?" You know exactly what I mean.

A-ha!

An ischemic segment, is it?

It's a small occluded artery.

With healthy bowel either side.

Resect?

Thank you.

Yeah. We're going to take out the rotten part

and stick the healthy bits back together.

Did you know her biggest worry was that she was going to lose her gift

from this operation?

-And you?

-I would be lying if I said I wouldn't be sad for her

if going under anaesthetic affected her "powers".

So, do you believe now?

I cried.

I...

I sailed Arthur's stupid ship.

Only because she told me to and...

I cried.

I also hugged Hanssen.

What?!

Wow.

Do you feel better?

Hmm.

Text from Jac.

ETA, 15 minutes...

-15?!

-Mmm-hmm.

Look, I'm sorry I made you cry.

Oh, no. That wasn't you.

It's just the heat kind of makes me a little bit crazy.

This all looks good. Everything's come together.

Good job.

No...

Just relax.

..stapling kit.

-Stapling kit!

-Well, it is all here, right?

Well, we've got the C arm, the L hook - thank you - the, er, camera.

Good.

But not the pericardial stapling device or the telescope.

-No staple device?

-They come together.

-Where are they?

-The last time I checked, they were on their way...

No, no, no, no!

Ollie!

What's up?

Someone tried to make a delivery to me, on AAU.

AAU?

An agency nurse sent them away again.

LABOURED BREATHING

-Oh, no. I bet... Lou, where's this patient?

-Oh, I don't know.

Right, call security immediately and, er,

I better call the police, too.

My truck's outside.

We can just swap hospitals.

Start again in A&E.

No! Dad, sit down!

Sit down, Dad. Keep it together.

Dad, keep it together!

Dad!

-Dad!

-Excuse me, please!

-Oh, Dad. Please keep it together.

All right, all right.

-What's happening?

-This time, he is having a heart attack. It's SVT.

Guys! Can you help in here, please?!

-Why did you move him?

-Don't blame me.

You two weren't around.

Er, call the crash team and get me a defib quick, please!

-PORTER: Lift up. One, two, three.

-Nice and gentle.

Oh, Dad.

Cardiac arrest, main reception.

DOG BARKING

DOG BARKS AGAIN

Right. Thank you.

What are you doing out here?

-I...

-You're supposed to be inside prepping my theatre...

FLATLINE

-Right, charge to 150.

-Charging.

Charged.

Clear.

Shock.

Nothing. And again. Charge to 200.

Charging.

-Charged.

-Clear.

Shock.

OK, we've got rhythm.

Let's get him up to the cath lab.

How's your tooth?

Sat in the waiting room for hours and then they sent me home.

It was an epic waste of my time.

SECURITY: Ladies and gentlemen, please can you just hold back? We have a situation going on here.

-Get out the way.

-My dad's not here. Not any more.

So, you might as well leave.

We don't believe you.

Well, gross ineptitude to an episode of Jeremy Kyle.

Yes, sorry. It's all my fault.

Listen, right, you need to go. Now's not the time or the place.

-Stay out of this, you.

-Do yourselves a favour, right? They called the Old Bill.

We're going to find your dad.

SECURITY GUARD: Back up, guys. Move on.

OK, all clear. You can go in.

-Oh, no, you don't!

-No!

Quick, quick! Get out of the way!

SHE COUGHS VIOLENTLY

No!

Argh!

Get her on the floor!

Someone help her!

Don't just stand there!

PHONE RINGS

Hey, how are you feeling?

Could murder a...

Ciggie. I know.

No.

You know, no.

That there's a load of horse cack.

Really?

I don't need a ciggie.

I might want one,

but I do not need one.

-So...

-So, what are you going to do? You going to give up?

-Maybe.

-Hmm.

What, just like that?

You fixed me up.

Did your best work.

If I just fire up now, it's two fingers up to you chaps.

Fair play.

Do you believe I experienced a connection?

To Arthur?

How are the voices anyway?

-Any dead people online?

-Maybe.

-Well, not that I care, anyway.

-Mmm?

PHONE RINGS

Oh, for pity's sake!

Answer that phone and put that poor soul out of their misery!

Hello, you.