Jac reaches breaking point when Ollie diverts from her plans. Fletch and Raf's friendship is tested when they must work with Naomi on a case.
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-Sol! How's it hanging?
-You said it!
We could just swap hospitals. Start again in A&E.
No, Dad! Sit down. Sit down, Dad!
I've checked online.
The Berlin team launched their new stent four weeks ago.
Three procedures have been performed since then.
Were you going to get around to telling me?
-About you and Naomi.
-Tennis player, right?
Tennis player? That's like calling Darcey Bussell a hoofer.
-No, you don't!
Don't breathe in! Quickly!
Get her on the floor! Get her a blanket!
Kitty, talk to me! Let me hear some words!
Can you speak?
LABOURED: Hurts...like hell.
We don't have to intubate.
I'm worried about that collar.
It's melted with the heat.
-We need to get her on to the ward.
-I really don't think we've got time.
-Don't rub your eyes, it makes it worse.
-What the hell was that?
-Just breathe and blink. Don't rub them.
-Don't rub your eyes!
-What makes you the expert all of a sudden?
Got caught in some street riots.
This girl I was seeing, she was...a bit of a radical, OK?
Don't try make yourself sound more interesting than you are.
We both know that's not the case.
It's OC spray. Gas gets caught in the fibres. Take your top off.
Oh! That is dry-clean only!
ELEVATOR: Next floor.
Hottest day of the year and I'm stuck in Sweat-City Central.
Right, nobody told me it was Come-To-Work-in-the-Buff Tuesday.
Yeah, no, I didn't get that memo.
I hate mind games.
The whole treat-them-mean, keep-them-keen thing
is just...so not me.
All right, sometimes, sometimes it is fun to watch them wriggle,
caught on the hook of Dominic-devotion.
I mean, it's got a certain bittersweet, sadistic appeal.
-What date is it today?
But the whole Isaac thing is just too soon.
So, Psychic Mary, and all that sinking ship
and me bawling my eyes out, it was just...
It was such a release. What?
-What are you calculating?
Isaac is different.
I mean, he is SO into me,
which he's made perfectly clear.
But he seems to not have an off-switch when it comes to expressing.
Which is actually kind of cute.
And kind of sexy.
Oh, it hurts! They really itch!
Well, maybe you've got an allergic reaction.
-Keep obs on them.
All right, oral antihistamine and Lignocaine drops.
Probably best if you took some time...
Am I asking you?! What are you waiting for?
Ollie's right, you should wait an hour or so before you go with the local.
-Er...what was his spirometry result?
-RGV1 2L 85%.
OK, and you've got the laptop ready with the software on it?
Where's the radiologist gone?
Er...yep, he is in there.
All right, Anaesthetics, have they got the grounding plate and the defib pads?
-I assume so.
-Can you find out?!
-Mo, please, the drops.
Yes, I heard about the eyes.
Ouch! Not a good look.
Tough start to what I have to say seems like a pretty big deal.
-There's nothing wrong with my eyes.
-That any better?
-Like I said...
-Everything good to go?
-Valentine, speak to me.
-It better be nothing but good news.
Does anyone here not fully grasp the importance of what we're doing today?
Hardly any other hospital in the UK
has ever attempted to perform
a PVA procedure laparoscopically, like this.
This stapling device is revolutionary.
We are carving out a piece of history here,
with a solid debt to Professor Hope.
Thank you, Mo(!)
Right, let's go through all that again, stage by stage. OK?
Thank you so much for your patience, Mr Simmons.
Right, first, we clip the exit tube to the bag, like so.
Now, I know there's been a person on fire
and I know there is a tennis celebrity upstairs,
but I still require your full attention. OK? Thank you.
Right, it's very important to remember
you've got to hold the bag fully upright
so the contents don't spill all over the...
-(Excuse me.) Can I have a word?
-Can it wait?
I'm trying to explain how to change an urostomy bag without spilling urine all over the floor.
LABOURED: Where is...my...dad?
He's gone upstairs. We managed to get his heart back in rhythm.
-What do you want to do about this collar - cut it off?
-I need a bone saw, fast.
I'm going to have to go all the way to Ortho for that.
I need something. Anything. Right now.
Ah! Er...Sol, what have you got?
It's this, or it's a bone saw in ten minutes.
It's just pre-match nerves.
No. She pretty much treats me like I'm Cinderella
and she's the wicked stepmother most days.
-It's not just you!
-It is mainly me.
She's grumpy with everyone.
Any idea how the woman in the fire is?
No news is good news.
So, I see you two have met.
We had a consultation in London.
-Senorita Naylor came to see me play Matyas Kavek.
-That was a tough match.
The service on that Hungarian was like a rocket from a Russian tank.
You still beat him.
Please, like I could possibly lose in front of you,
my honoured guest?
I think you need to come for a day to my tennis camp.
Ooo, no. My forehand is very ugly.
-Ugly, but deadly?
You come and we can work on all your strokes.
Well, I might just take you up on that.
I'll see you in theatre.
What was that?
I have no idea what I just saw.
Jac Naylor flirting!
Yeah. It must be the heat, right?
(There we go.)
-Is that better?
-So much better.
Right, let's get her straight into AAU!
-Oh, good! Great!
-So all systems are go.
So...tonight's the night!
We've already lost an entire morning. You heard what the doctor said.
In case you hadn't noticed, we're at work.
It wouldn't be our first time.
No. No, believe me, I hadn't forgotten that.
Well, no, not right now, no.
30 minutes, in the On-Call Room.
It's a date.
They say romance is dead.
-Where is it?
I'm supposed to be looking at the patient's test results!
-In the file.
-There is no file!
It's supposed to be on my desktop.
It is on your desktop, if you'd just...
I shouldn't have to "just" anything.
You're supposed to be prepping, getting everything ready for me.
Yeah, it is ready. All you have to do is...
-Oh! Go away!
I need to read this now I've finally found it.
You talking to me like that all the time isn't very helpful.
-Are you still here?
-Yes, actually, I am still here.
I'm sick of being treated like your whipping-boy.
You have no idea what I had to go through
to get your ducks in a row today.
-You have no idea what...
You're off the PVA procedure. I don't need this. Get out.
-And tell Effanga that she'll be taking your place.
You're not serious?
I am. Get out.
DOOR SLAMS SHUT JAC SIGHS
Can we clear bed eight? I'm going to need some room!
Sharon, I want a blue sterile sheet and a silver blanket, please.
Left arm, let's get some fluids in.
She'll need transferring to a burns unit as soon as she's stable.
Until then, she needs constant obs and supervision.
She's never to be left on her own. Do you understand?
Let's cordon this area off to avoid infection.
Can't wait for the trauma unit to appear. Right...
LABOURED: I have to see my dad.
Soon. I promise.
You don't understand.
If I die...I have to see...
-He's being treated. You'll see him soon.
-No! No, no...!
-Right, Kitty? Kitty, you need to stay still, OK?
You need to stay still, or you'll damage your skin even more, OK?
I think we might need some Psych help here.
-Can you feel this?
-What about this?
I can't feel that.
Her chest doesn't look good. Burns are mixed depth.
-I'm going to need a Lund and Browder chart to document...
FBC, U&Es, blood gases, group and save,
-cross-match and BP oxygen sats.
Oh, by the way, good call on that angle grinder.
A tool's only as good as the workman using it, mate.
I really am going to need Naomi down here to effectively treat her.
-OK, I'll call her.
I've been thinking, um...it's about time me and the kids moved out of the house. Terry?
You might want to tell your face that.
It's a long story.
So, what's going on there?
Oh, I got caught up in all of this. OC spray.
It hurts. Who knew(?)
Do you want me to take a look?
No. I'm on it.
It's an important day for you.
You have no idea.
This has to go right, Sacha.
You sure you're OK?
Hey! You've got this.
You all right?
Can you hear me?
The gas spray, I think it made me feel...
Is it your stomach?
Like a washing machine.
Please don't do this, Fletch.
-We'll be out by the end of the month.
-That's not what I want.
Maybe, maybe not, but it's the best thing for you, believe me.
Leave you a load of room to get on with your exciting new life.
-Don't be stupid!
-Look, you're right.
You know, you graciously stood aside when we both met Naomi
-and now this is me graciously stepping aside.
Serena said you needed help?
Poor thing. It's all over the hospital. How is she?
She is resistant to us treating her because of the trauma
and she's worried about her dad, who is up in the CAF Lab,
and that is compounding the problem.
Normally, I'd prescribe Lorazepam,
but with chest burns, we can't risk affecting her breathing.
I'll talk her through some breathing exercises.
Well, whatever you think will keep her calm.
How you doing?
Do you remember me from this morning?
LABOURED: I can't...breathe.
Oxygen sats are dropping.
It must be the chest burns, they're deepening.
The device is specifically designed to fit perfectly down the telescope
and then move into the pericardium.
Jac, you don't want to do this.
A Laparoscopic PVA repair? I really do.
-I mean, without Ollie.
Don't cut off your nose to spite your face!
-You want to help me, or not?
-I want you to use Ollie, like you planned.
I have the only pericardial stapling device in Britain.
A crack team of cardiac-imaging specialists,
newly-developed electroanatomical-mapping software.
-I understand. It's just...
-I don't need anyone else.
-But he's across everything.
-I can happily do this on my own,
or you can help me.
You help me, or nobody from Darwin gets their name on record.
So, we use the L hook to make the incision and create the pericardial window?
-It's a thing of joy and wonder.
-It is inordinately cool.
You've seen the research.
It's the most fun you can have with your clothes on.
Is that why you're mad at Ollie?
-Because he saw you in your bra?
It's a joke. Remember those?
It's very funny.
I felt a little dizzy and then everything went wobbly.
Mm. Well, it's probably a reaction to the gas.
That's nasty stuff.
Right, let's run some tests. Um...FBC, U&Es, ECG
and let's check your blood/glucose levels, as well. HBA 1C.
And I've been coughing, too, so I had a drink. Ice cold.
Ice cold? I've forgotten what that feels like.
Would you like one? I have a lot of different flavours.
No, honestly, it... It's fine. Maybe... Maybe later.
Everywhere I go, it's so hot.
Maybe that's because you repair broken air-conditioning.
-So, always, I take ice-cold drinks.
And you, Mr Levy, tonight, you have a big sex night, yes?
Champagne, ice-cream tub. Sexy night, yes?
You're very observant.
A-huh! In Romania, I was a murder detective,
so I always need to be spotting for hidden clues.
Are you a murder detective, really?
No! It's a joke.
People always say, "In my country, I was a professor,
"a brain doctor, a judge".
-You know what I did back in Romania?
No, my fiancee and I, we're trying for a baby.
My advice, don't try too hard.
SACHA CHUCKLES SOFTLY
All that equipment is for me? Looks very impressive.
Like I said, you're going to get the best, most cutting-edge...care.
-We do try to impress.
You don't need to try.
For you, it's as natural as breathing.
Well, you're our perfect patient
with the perfect set of requirements for this procedure.
The old way of treating your aneurysm,
you wouldn't be able to go anywhere near a tennis court for two months.
-I could only dream.
-This way, you could hit a ball in a week.
Maybe not one of Matyas Kavek's rockets,
but we can be in and out like a cat burglar
and get you straight back in the game.
I've got some serious lovin' on my mind.
# If you want my body
# And you think I'm sexy
# Come on, sugar, let me know
# If you really need me just reach out and touch...#
I'm travelling through the central tendon of the diaphragm.
-Over the liver?
We now need to make the pericardial window
so that we can feed the telescope through
and, er...insert the device.
OK, er...L hook?
You think you can get through to see the posterior surface of the heart?
If I don't send him into VF on the way.
These visuals are amazing.
It's all about knowing exactly where you're going.
We aim to get transdiaphragmatic access to the heart
so that we can avoid the need for chest incisions,
-Wouldn't want to be doing this with a hangover.
I think the ice cream has melted
and the fake champers is definitely about to explode.
I've got an idea.
We'll have to use my car.
What, drive home?! Traffic this time of day, it'll be a nightmare!
No, no, no, no. I mean...
I've got an appendectomy in 20 minutes.
No, I mean we'll have to use THE CAR.
Oh! You mean...
I've got a confession to make. It's not my first time, but it's our first time.
Oh, wow! Amazing!
Just because we're over 40 doesn't mean we can't act like teenagers!
Hang on! Darling? Darling, it's a compact.
No, no, no, seriously, it's a two-door compact.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
ELEVATOR: Doors closing.
Look at this.
The neck of the aneurysm is narrow,
there's no adhesions on the pericardium.
Wow! He really is the ideal patient.
With the old technique, we'd have to split the sternum,
then put him on bypass, excise the aneurysm.
Taking four hours of our time.
I, um...I just need to find the end of the aneurysm
so we can gauge the size of the staples.
That's a tricky one to find.
-Isn't that it?
-Some quiet would be nice.
We're, um... We're going to break. We might need to extend the incision in the pericardium.
-Isn't this image good enough?
-No. I'm going to break while you prepare.
OK, now you're just messing with me.
It's the symbol of true romance in Romania.
Ice cold? Sounds like a bit of a passion-killer, to be honest.
Well, a day like today...
Yeah, well, Dragobete,
the son of Baba Dochia, was chosen to be the Guardian of Love.
Right, OK, so some sort of...
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, Romanian folktale.
The first day of spring, the day of Dragobete,
maidens would go and collect the snow
that still lay on the ground in their villages
and melt it to make ice-cold water.
OK, I see.
With this, they make magic love potions. Powerful potions.
Potions made with snow melt on the day of Dragobete
work all year round.
Oh, OK. Well, some of us don't need potions.
Some of us do very well without, thank you very much.
I'm glad to hear it.
You must be a very lucky man.
I'm sure you make your woman very happy.
Yeah, something like that.
OK. You ever used a pericardial stapling device before?
Obviously not. This is a first.
You want to?
Are you serious?
You just need to extend the incision with the diathermy pericardial...
So we can get a better view of the aneurysm...
And then insert the device and make CT history!
A kind of weird smell, right?
SHE GAGS Hold this! Hold this!
What are you doing?
Nothing. It's um...
It's the smell, or something...
Just set me off...
It's passed. I'm fine.
I'm gonna be sick. Ugh!
Page Dr Valentine.
DOOR BURSTS OPEN
I was paged.
GCS is fluctuating.
Pulse rate's falling, she's fighting for breath.
We've got to do this.
Burns are stopping her breathing as the proteins in her skin
begin to shrink.
Soon it won't let her chest expand enough for her lungs to fill
-So, we cut down each side of her chest so that it can expand.
-Yep, done it.
There's a good chance she's going to lose a lot of blood.
I got four units of red packed cells.
OK, let's do it. Straight into theatre, please.
You've read everything there is to know about this.
I've not been trained in this part of the procedure.
You've stapled dozens of aneurysms.
There is a big difference, Jac. We're off bypass.
The heart will be beating.
Why don't you want to finish?
Valentine, you know why.
Let me look in your eyes.
I'm not asking you to look at my eyes.
I am asking you to operate.
Miss an escharotomy? Not likely. How's it going?
OK, you could fry an egg on the ambulance bay.
It certainly is a hot one today.
Yet the atmosphere in here is a little...
Fletch and his family are moving out.
Ah. Have the Fletchers got a new gaff, then?
So what, evil landlord turfing you onto the streets?
I feel like we're cramping his style.
-Raf has style?
-I never said that.
You didn't have to. All right?
Now, he could have a very nice bachelor pad.
Instead, he's got nits and nappies.
Yeah, well, maybe I like nits and nappies.
OK, and has anyone asked the four children involved what
they feel about this sudden decision?
Are you getting into position?
Yes. Ready to fibrillate.
Just remember, you've only got one minute.
Before we have to cardiovert, OK.
So do it.
Start fibrillator, please.
-We have a bleed.
-It'll stop. Keep the mean pressure below 60.
I've got bloods for Mr Harmon
and a discharge prescription for Mrs Choudry.
-You do believe me, don't you?
-It doesn't matter, Sacha.
It does matter. It matters to me. It matters.
It so doesn't.
In living memory I have never failed to...
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, my goodness! Oh. My.
Oh, my goodness!
You two are disgusting. No!
It's never happened to you before?
It has to me.
So maybe it's me.
It's me. It's definitely me.
It's the heat.
The bleed's not stopping.
-We can't wait.
Just give it a bit longer.
-The pericardial sac is filling up with blood.
The compression from the build-up of blood is going to cause a tamponade.
-We need to open him up.
We need to scrap all this.
-We need to revert to an open-chest procedure.
-I said, no!
Can you stop this bleed? Because if you can, step in and do it now.
-Be my guest.
-You know I can't.
-Why can't you?
Just do what I say...
You can't because you can't see properly.
I can and I'm telling you, as the surgeon doing this procedure,
that I can't stop this bleed so I need to open him up.
And I am telling you...
So please step aside from the table and let me do my job.
I'm going need a sternum saw, please.
Let's get this stuff out of here. Thank you.
I looked in a bit on the escharotomy.
It's quite amazing.
It's all in a day's work.
But if patients realised what went on during...
I mean, you guys carry on while just chatting away...
That's why we like our patients unconscious.
..about all sorts...
Never religion or politics.
Or football. Never football.
I'm dealing with a patient.
She's all yours.
Was that really called for?
No. I don't suppose it was.
Look, to be honest, Naomi...
I'm just finding this whole thing a little bit awkward.
You've hardly spoken to me all day.
Honestly, I think...
No, I know...
You're better than this.
What, bad news?
I hear exciting things are happening in theatre.
Valentine's in there now cracking Yasmani's chest open.
Probably screwing Darwin funding for good.
So things aren't going to plan?
I ignored a cough.
Thought it was nothing,
I wanted it to be nothing because it would've messed with my plans.
So Yasmani had a...
Her nanny's just picked her up from nursery in a state
because the cough I ignored is whooping cough.
You know, I can't even remember the last time
I read her a bedtime story.
The last time I was even home for her bedtime.
You're a working mother.
And today I sucked at work and I sucked as a mum.
Soloman, no. You're nil-by-mouth.
Can I get some help here, please?
You're making a bit of a show of yourself.
Well, if you got it, flaunt it. That's what I say.
You know that's not what I meant.
Yeah, I know.
Are you really going to uproot your family again
because of a little fling that's gone wobbly?
What else is it, Fletch?
True love? A lifelong bond wrenched asunder?
You know that it isn't.
Because you, of all people, know what that feels like.
You're bigger than this.
But that's the whole point.
You know, I'm the wrong side of 40, just.
But I'm a widower with four kids.
I work every hour, every shift. Life ain't a bowl of cherries.
Never said that it was.
And then somebody exciting turns up,
someone beautiful that makes me feel amazing, like I could fly.
Then you come crashing back down to earth.
Yes, I've got the T-shirt.
I just really wanted it.
You wanted excitement.
And love and sex and passion and...
Yes, and those things are all important, but you've got love.
You're surrounded by love
from little people who will love you your whole life.
The Naomi kind of love -
yes, of course it makes your toes curl, but it's fickle.
Here one minute. Gone the next.
So till the right one comes along...
-If we put those three back-to-back on Wednesday.
-Those two on Thursday...
..and push a few into next week,
that just about halves the list.
Yep. That works for me.
Have you ever taken any...
Yeah. ED meds?
Have I ever taken any meds from the ED?
No! No. No.
ED! Like Viagra?
Yeah, exactly. Yeah, like Viagra.
Why, have you?
No. No. Never. No.
A lot of men do.
Have you ever experienced a...
To take them?
Well, that would necessitate me not being able to...
I realise, of course, that a lot of men my age
-do sometimes have an issue...
..have to revert to...
Yes, but, of course, for you...?
Why would you? I mean...
-That's not to say that at some point...
-..in the future...
..I might have an issue.
Why do you ask?
Are you having problems in that area?
No. No. No.
No sign of anything like that.
Please, let's not let things get weird between us.
-This is way past weird.
-Look, I am sorry about...
-Don't say sorry.
-I'm trying to apologise.
Don't apologise, all right? And stop being such a nice bloke.
-Stop being nice?
-Yeah. Doesn't do you any favours.
People just take advantage...
You let me live in your house, you babysit my kids,
you get a dose of head lice and what do you do?
You apologise to me!
No wonder you can't get laid.
What were you like in that car-crash of a marriage?
What's that got to do with...?
She cheats on you.
She gets knocked up by Doctor Posh and you forgive her.
All right, what would you have me do?
Show some bloody backbone!
OK. Yeah, maybe I do need to stop being so nice.
I'm just mouthing-off.
No. No. No, you are right. Totally.
Being nice is not going to get me laid.
I should be more like you.
-The big hero.
-Come on, Raf.
No, you ran in there after Kitty, cape flying, trying to save the day.
You don't want to be like me, all right? You're the catch.
You just don't know it.
Spread the word, will ya?
I'm the one got dumped, remember.
Yeah, well, at least you were out on a date. Me...
I was home mopping up child sick.
But I really don't want you guys to move out.
I just want you to take a risk.
You know, put your neck on the line.
And try not be such a nice fella.
OK. OK, I will take a risk.
would it be weird if I asked Naomi out?
Would it be weird?
Well, of course it'd be weird.
I only split up with her last night!
There was a slight bleed. I stitched it with 3.0 prolene.
It's all dry now.
We closed and he's stable on HDU.
Conventional, but should be enough to stop the palpitations
and eliminate the risk of rupture.
Ground-breaking equipment at our fingertips
and what brings it all crashing down?
-You were always meant to do that procedure.
And you obviously couldn't...
Six weeks minimum it's going to take that man to recover now.
At least he will recover. I had no choice but to open him up.
You failed me...
failed this department...
I didn't fail our patient.
We are never going to get the backing we need to move forward with
the stapling device now.
Because of you.
Listen to you.
Who do you think you are? Failed you?
So what? I did the best by our patient.
Which, in case you'd forgotten, is the most important thing.
You made us look like amateurs.
-And now Guy Self...
Guy Self is going to lord it over us
because Neuro is now sucking up all of the new funding while Cardio....
Cardio is going backwards
I don't care. I don't care about Guy Self.
And your stupid battle for ward supremacy. That's all in your head.
In your petty world of winners and losers. I don't care.
You, you're like your own brand of Jac Naylor chemotherapy, designed
to blast away any vestige of a human relationship like it's a tumour.
Blast it with your hate until it shrivelled and died.
Look at Jonny. He's a perfectly good bloke,
destroyed by falling in love with you.
Elliot, heartbroken by the way you betrayed him.
Me, blasted with a continual bombardment of criticism.
Poor, poor, Emma.
What in hell's chance does she stand with you for a mother?
Went down like a felled oak, can still in hand.
Ten seconds later, he was back with us.
A little groggy, but talking like nothing had happened.
Sol, your tests have come back normal.
But I want to ask,
how many fizzy drinks do you drink a day, would you say?
Why, do you think it could be a reaction to flavourings?
It's always very hot.
Wherever you go, the aircon's on the blink.
You always take cold drinks with you?
Yeah. Ice cold.
Always ice cold.
I'll have them for this. Eye for an eye.
Paddy, I don't think now's the time.
She needs to know!
What's the matter, love?
SHE SPEAKS INAUDIBLY
OK, you do that.
What did she say?
What did you say, Kitty?
Do you want your old man to sort out these scumbags?
Paddy, she just wants to sleep.
She doesn't want to hear about any kind of payback.
See, I've got an old man that's not too unlike you, myself.
And a wild guess here, but, um,
couple of marriages gone bye-bye?
Women didn't always share my passion.
So it would be fair for me to say
that you are a very passionate greyhound man?
And you sacrificed every good thing in your life in the name of dogs?
Except one person has stood by you.
And even took on a gang of psychopaths just to
save your sorry backside.
My Kitty. My little girl.
I swear, I'll kill those...
This isn't what she wants.
Listen to yourself.
You're going round in the same old circles.
She wants you to change.
So just let the police deal with the scum that hurt her.
And you let her off from having to worry about you all the time.
She needn't to worry about me.
I'm telling you this, for her sake.
Be a man. Be a father. Be her father.
Can you do that?
At-work booty calls...
Now, I'm no Hercule Poirot, but, are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Sleepless nights, vomit-stained clothing.
All at your age?
-It's what she wants.
-Yeah, but I asked you...
I knew it!
Don't make me ask.
Situational syncope is like a brief loss of consciousness,
which can occur after urination, defecation, coughing, sex...
No, I told you. I don't want to hear any more about your...
I'm not talking about my...
Swallow syncope, however, may be induced by ingesting foods
or drinks, and is especially noted to be caused
by "very cold and fizzy beverages".
"Patients in question were advised to avoid cold beverages
"and to only drink tepid or hot beverages,
"and as a result the symptoms did not reoccur."
..which one of us gets to tell our air-conditioning guy
that from now on he can only have lukewarm drinks?
I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry, I'm losing it here.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm the one stupid enough to blindly join the ranks
of men you choose to hate and then need to destroy.
I didn't mean...
I'd have walked through fire for you.
I have walked through fire for you. Several times.
I shouldn't have punched you.
You were right in Theatre. It's just...
I am sorry.
Yeah, well, save it for the hearing.
Are you going to...?
Am I going to report you to Hanssen...?
Me to know, you to find out.
What happened to you?!
Did she do this to you?
Did she do this to you?
I walked into a door.
I thought we'd decided to postpone.
-I thought we were waiting for tonight?
I don't want to make love.
Well, I do... Obviously I do, I just...
It's just too hot.
No. No, it's nothing to do with the heat.
I love you.
I've been in love with you
since about 20 minutes after I first met you.
When you went to Germany, all I could think about was you.
And, then as the months went past,
the hope of ever being with you was like wishing on a star.
And you know, not just any old star.
One of those really, really distant ones
that are so remote they only have a number.
And then it happened.
You and me.
I think I probably mentioned it once or twice at the time...
But you made me - make me - happier than I ever thought possible.
Sacha, I know that you love me...
Just shush, OK? Just listen.
And today, in the car...
Or what didn't happen...
That broke my heart.
I told you, it really doesn't matter.
It matters! It really matters to me!
Because when we're alone intimately now,
I don't think you look at me with passion or love.
I think you look at me with expectation,
and I feel pressured.
-And that's wrong.
It's affecting our relationship.
What I see in your eyes is a hunger to get pregnant.
Not a hunger for me.
And that hurts.
I've been thinking.
Never a good idea.
About what you said.
I didn't mean to upset you.
-And what I said.
-You had every right to...
-How I reacted...
I was wrong.
Ask her out.
-Do you think?
I told you she'd end up with a flash doctor, didn't I?
You and her make sense. Me and her didn't.
-Are you sure?
That's good, because...
Because I already did.
About 20 minutes ago.
And she said yes.
I'm taking her out tonight!
You sly old fox.
Are we good?
Course we are.
You and the wee ones, you're not really moving out, are you?
You'd be lucky. Miss out on all the fun?
So, trying for a baby?
Have I got it tattooed on my forehead?
Mr Levy told me everything.
Sol's advice - don't try too hard.
Really? Well, when I want your advice...
Me? Four daughters.
Beautiful. Beautiful little plums.
But I want a little Sol...
My wife says, "Sol, you want too hard. You try too hard."
Doesn't happen. So, I relax. Don't try hard.
-With a boy?
In truth, it doesn't matter.
You said a hole the size of a peanut.
How big are your peanuts?!
I'm afraid the procedure didn't go as planned. We had to...
I had to cut through your sternum to get to your heart.
Yasmani, you won't be able to play tennis for at least six weeks.
Are you sure?
But we think we stopped the bleed and repaired the aneurysm.
We just had to do it in a much more invasive way.
So no more fainting on court. No more dizziness?
That's the plan.
Good! Next year I'll come back stronger.
With a very cool scar, yes?
Do you understand that you won't be able to play this year?
This means I can have a break.
Break from 4am get-ups.
From strange beds.
Living out of a suitcase for half the year.
Worrying about my statistics, my seeding, my taxes...
You always seem like you love the game.
I do love the game!
In my flip-flops, in the sun.
The game has become about money.
Not love. Not fun. Money.
Sounds like your heart did you a favour.
Maybe it is trying to tell me something.
I've got a present for you.
I don't deserve a present.
My ovulation calendar.
My ovulation temperature spreadsheets.
Are we not trying for a baby?
"Trying for a baby".
How desperate does that sound?
It sounds like it is. "Trying".
Only if you want to.
Knowing that in trying, we might not succeed.
No pressure. No plans.
Do you still love me?
Of course I do, you big numpty.
I adore you.
I'm just sorry that I turned into this ovulation monster.
And I'm sorry that I killed the Sacha-passion that I love so much.
Well, it's not dead, you know, it's just...
But I now realise that in order to save our sex life,
we have to stop having sex.
Well, not for ever. But just to take the curse off it.
So, I promise, none for a month.
Too much? OK. A fortnight?
What about a week?
Whatever you want.
OK, well, this is just off the top of my head, um...
Jac, I really don't know what to say.
Then don't say anything.
I just want to sit and think about what,
in the name of all things holy, I do next with this department.
I was actually physically sick...
During a procedure on which I was completely relying on you.
I couldn't help it.
You feel a little queasy so you bail out?
I apologise, but have you ever known me
to let you down through being sick? I had no choice.
Leave or vomit over the patient.
The smell of diathermy now has you running off to chuck?
It wasn't the diathermy.
You know what? I don't care.
It wasn't the smell...
What part of "I don't care" do you not understand?
It doesn't matter now why you were sick. None of it matters.
Nothing you say is going to make a difference.
You are the only CT consultant on this ward here to support me,
and you're pregnant?!
It's not like I planned it.
This is all I need.
I've had it.
I have had it with this place.
I'm going to be with my daughter.
And when are you back?
I don't know.
All right, Evie, darling?
Listen, do me a favour, go out to the shed
and see if we've got any charcoal left, will you?
That's all right, I can wait.
Oh, don't do that, you plonker.
He came here a boy and he left here a man.
No, not you. It's Uncle Raf.
He's making me laugh.
Right, well, in that case, on my way home I'm getting a paddling pool
and three packs of spare ribs.
Yup, you got it! Poolside barbecue!
Yeah. It will be epic!
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