Children of Men Holby City

This is Debbie Richards, my patient.

Your babies, make them a part of your life.

Last night, it was... Oh, it was lovely.

But it happened because you're leaving.

Poor Emma. What in hell's chance does she stand with you as a mother?

Isaac Mayfield, shiny, new registrar on Keller.

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

-I should just leave him alone.

-Why?

Doesn't feel good, hurting a man like that.

It's a wake-up call, isn't it?

You can plan all you want, but until it actually happens,

you don't know what you want, or...or how you'd feel.

It's just the wrong time for me.

With work, with the father.

I'd want the best start. Does that make sense?

I want a termination.

-Oh, great(!)

-Oh.

I was going to ask you to chase up Mr Weiland's bloods and tox screen,

but it might be prudent to find the man first.

He's got to be around here somewhere, right?

I wouldn't take it personally. He walked out of ED twice.

Ah. Makes me feel a bit better.

Big trauma refit keeping you up?

They're not, no.

See, when I finally got to bed last night after doing all my homework,

lo and behold, a dirty little stop-out

crawls in at three in the morning, dropping his keys and giggling.

-I did not giggle!

-Mate, you giggled.

-Sorry about it.

-No, you're not.

Then Mikey comes in bed with me because he thinks you're a burglar

and when he goes to sleep, all he does is kick me all night

because he's dreaming he's Jackie Chan!

Well, at least one of us was having a good night.

-What homework did you have?

-Ah. Er...this.

Nursing manager wants me to do the big nursing-care audit on the ward.

And clever old Fletch here did his sums last night.

Since when did Mamadou Sakho work here?

I let Mikey do a spreadsheet for his fantasy football, didn't I?

Who knows where my report is now!

But it's OK. I did it once, I'll do it again.

Muscle memory. Easy.

-When's it due?

-Lunch.

Then let's hope it's a quiet morning, eh?

All in a day's work, me old mate.

Hold the lift!

-Valentine.

-Mo.

-BOTH: So...

-Sorry, you go.

No. It's nothing, really. Hm!

-It's just yesterday...

-Jac?

-What?

-Huh?

No, it's... Huh!

It was just an eventful day.

Yeah.

Are you wearing concealer?

-Just moisturiser.

-Yeah, sure(!)

-Cocoa butter. I didn't notice.

-Mm-hm.

-So, what did I miss?

-What?

-Yesterday.

Everyone's been gossiping.

Did someone really mace Jac in the face?

It wasn't mace, and no.

A-hah! So you do know something! Go on.

-What happened to your face?

-I'm going to get changed, OK?

Er...Mo, come on, what happened?

Yesterday's news, Zosh. I'm all about today.

Getting on, getting by, getting through this patient list.

And getting home to a nice, hot bubble bath.

Mm, all right. I'll just ask Jac when she gets in.

-She's not here?

-No, not yet. No-one's seen her.

-Oh, it's you.

-Whoops!

I was supposed to be meeting that porter, you know.

-The one with the bear tattoo?

-Yeah.

Yeah, been there, done that.

Gentlemen.

Good morning.

-Your face.

-You are playing with fire.

Tell me about it.

-This is Mrs Richards.

-Judie.

-She's had some trouble breathing.

ED ran a chest X-ray, they found some fluid on her right lung.

Hello, Judie, my name's Ms Effanga. Can you tell me what happened?

Well, I was just dancing with the grandkids.

I went a bit light in the head, ended on my backside. Who wouldn't?

I had a baby in my arms, the other one was leaping about.

My daughter went into panic mode and she sent me here.

-I need to be at work.

-She did the right thing.

-How's the backside?

-Ooo! It's a bit bruised, but fine, they said.

Some poor soul downstairs had to have a look.

I hope they gave him the day off.

-Ha!

-THEY CHUCKLE

I need to get on, meet my clients.

What sort of clients would those be?

Well, I've got the, er...there's the sophisticated ones,

I've got the, er...sexy ones.

I'd say you're, er...in-between the two.

Yeah.

Huh! OK, we're going to need to run some tests.

We'll take a look at your medical history

and take a proper look at that lung.

In the meantime, just sit back and rest. The clients can wait.

Can we get FBC, U&Es, LFTs and a chest CT, please?

Ms Effanga.

Mr Hanssen?

A word, if I may. Somewhere private, ideally.

Follow me.

(You have something on your face, Mr Valentine.)

A-hem!

No explanation?

None that I'm at liberty to disclose. All you need to know

is that Ms Naylor will not be joining us until further notice.

Does anyone else know?

I felt it best the news came from Darwin's new acting clinical lead.

I'm in charge?

Effective immediately, please.

You inherit Ms Naylor's theatre schedule,

whatever admin she may have left behind,

the typical rigmarole of the post, until her return.

Including, given yesterday's events,

a review of the ward's emergency protocols, please.

And that's just for starters.

Given your situation, I have to ask, do you want the task?

My situation?

She told you?

It's a false alarm.

All that yesterday, with me running out of theatre and feeling sick,

women's problems.

You don't want to know the details.

Long and the short of it, much better today.

All sorted, not pregnant.

So, I trust there will be no repeats of yesterday's irregularities?

Yes. As in, yes, you can trust that no, no irregularities.

Right. You see, this is a show of faith, Ms Effanga.

The chain of command is now directly from you to me.

I expect to be kept abreast of every single development.

Absolutely. Hotline to Hanssen.

You have the bridge, Ms Effanga.

MESSAGE ALERT

I doubt that's who I'm looking for

because the fella I'm looking for is a fella.

Why don't you go have a cup of tea? Because you've been brilliant(!)

One of yours?

It's a miracle.

Says his name's Ivor. Ivor Fallinova.

Er...Weiland. It's Ivor Weiland.

-YOU are an angel.

-I keep telling her.

All right. Let's get you into a bed, shall we?

Hey, have you heard my joke about a bed?

-No.

-'Course not. I haven't made it yet.

IVOR LAUGHS

Look, what did Hanssen really say?

That I'm in charge, end of. Hm-hm!

-OK, Ollie, you can take Mr Gibson and Mrs Miller.

-Good.

Zosh, you get Mr Spielberg, no relation, and Ms McVarish.

Thought you might like to get your teeth into an angioplasty.

-Oh, thank you.

-And I will take Mrs Richards and Miss Delahay.

I'll be on hand for anything you need,

plus I promise the rota for the next two weeks

will be on the board by the end of the day.

He didn't say anything, OK?

Oh! Except that I need to appoint a new fire warden,

-so, unless you're volunteering...?

-Bye.

-Mm-hm.

-Has anyone seen my muffin?

-Nah, but you've seen mine.

-Debbie!

-Babes! I knew it'd be you!

That's what I told her, why I sent her here.

Where is she, then?

Mum? Mum! MUM!

You can't just go wandering around, all right?

If someone bumps into that, it's going to burst.

-Can't I go and be on her ward?

-No, because she does transplants

and all you need is a lie-down until someone can drain that.

What I need is a new heart because an angel stole my last one.

Enough of that. Behave.

I'm guessing you walked out of ED

before they had a chance to cannulate you?

Right, OK.

Let's have a look.

We need to get some bloods.

All right, well, if you need to find a vein, you'd better ask me

because it's what I'm good at.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

OK. Which arm?

So, what made you walk out, then?

I was talking to a bloke over there, said you sounded like an owl.

-Who?

-I see what he means, actually.

-ESSIE LAUGHS

-Sorry.

So, um...what was he after - people's prescriptions?

No, no. He just wanted to talk.

He's a bit of a charmer.

Well, I owe you one. Thanks.

Look after yourself, you.

-Thank you.

-I didn't take anything, if that's what you're asking.

Good. Well, you're with ME now, right?

Now, we're going to get you an ultrasound,

then we'll see when we can get you booked in for theatre.

Ooo, theatre! Right, what we seeing - Phantom of the Opera(?)

Just stay put, all right?

If you do that, I promise, I'll get you sorted as soon as I can.

Judie, let's see about getting you down for that chest CT.

You was right, Mo. They let Mum be part of the care plan.

I got to move back in and everything.

I didn't have much say in the end.

"Make them part of my life", she said.

She believed in me, Mum. She's my guru.

You used to say that about Britney Spears.

I'm no guru, honestly.

I'm just glad you're doing well.

How's the baby, by the way?

Oh, he's good, you know. He's getting big.

-JUDIE COUGHS

-Judie, you OK?

All right, let's forget about the chest CT,

they won't see anything until we take some of this fluid off.

Judie, we are going to fit you with a chest drain, OK?

Take some of the pressure off your breathing.

What did I say, Mum? She's going to sort you out.

You'll be back on your rounds in no time. I told you!

-Pipe down.

-Just doing my job.

-You didn't?!

-What was he coming back in for, if it wasn't a cheap thrill?

You're lucky he didn't throw the book at you.

-I hope you learned your lesson.

-Yeah. Don't get caught.

-What have you got for me?

-Mr Steven's gastroscopy.

And your recommendation?

A laparoscopic cholecystectomy.

And I can trust your judgment, can I?

Yes.

It's just that you've been through quite a lot recently

and in our line of work, mistakes can be costly.

You just need to be sure that you know what you're doing

and why you're doing it.

I am.

Then book him in.

Excuse me.

OK, some serious faces there.

He wasn't telling you off about earlier, was he?

No, nothing to do with that.

Some sort of father/son chat, birds and the bees?

If you must know, we were discussing gallbladders.

-It's all about work with Ric.

-Yeah?

-Yea-huh!

It's very sweet that you're worried, though.

Ah, you found him. Marvellous!

Try and speed him through, will you?

Withdrawal on AAU's no fun for anyone.

-Yeah, definitely. Leave him to me.

-Thank you.

Your two agency nurses have showed up.

Straight from student halls, by the looks of them.

Thanks.

Hello.

Fletch? Scaffolding collapsed on the high street.

We're going to be knee-deep in broken builders any minute now

-and I know we're already three nurses down.

-Three?

-Trauma training. Nurses Crosby...

-Parry.

-And Clarke.

Yeah, 'course. Right, wait there.

Some of these patients aren't going to be a priority for a while now,

our wandering friend included.

So let's get everyone comfortable

-and see if we can free up some beds, please.

-Yeah, 'course.

Aw! Don't look, Mum.

I'm not planning to.

That should start to make things a bit easier for you.

It's like those little box drinks I had at school, tropical fruits.

Mo? Er...quick question.

-Second opinion, when you've got a moment.

-Sure.

What is going on with your face?

Nothing. Just an accident.

Pass me my bag.

It looks like you've been eating cake mix from the bowl.

Here you are. There you go.

I'd normally charge for that.

OK. Mo, um...like I said, I'll be with Mr Gibson.

Going to take a sample of this

to our Cytology department to have a look.

-Here, Mo.

-Mm?

-I got rid of Danny.

-Oh, yeah?

The other one's still inside, so that made it easier,

but Danny, he is gone, I'm telling you.

-Gone, gone, gone.

-About time.

-I've got my boys now, innit? I don't need him.

-Mm-hm.

Only right now, the boys are with Esther downstairs.

Here, Mo? I've got so many videos, right.

You should watch this one. Watch his face when he sneezes.

-Ready?

-BABY SNEEZES

Watch it again, watch it again.

Aw! Mo, you watching? I'm going to start it again. I'm going to...

-BABY SNEEZES

-Aw!

-Yeah.

-Whoa there!

-You're in the way.

-OK, hold on.

-I've got to go.

Er...Elle Ellis, is it?

Yeah. Elle, two Ls, one E.

And you're here for an umbilical hernia.

-So, what?

-Are your parents here?

-I'm 17. Duh!

-Well, that's the thing about teenagers,

I can never tell whether they hate everything, or just me.

What's wrong with a little hate?

-Killer boots, by the way.

-Yeah. Where'd you get them?

You guys sound like you're in a cult.

I bet you can't take them off without a spanner.

Right, let's get you into a bed, shall we?

And then we can get on with our job.

And maybe afterwards, we can take you around the morgue.

Fine. Anything to shut you up.

OK, let's get FBC, LFTs, U&Es for, "Two Ls, One E".

-How's that breathing?

-Still feels like there's a knot in my throat,

but it's better than before.

I didn't ask Esther what food she's got in.

I hope she's got bananas.

-Right, we need to get this changed and do the CT ASAP.

-On it.

Liam loves his bananas. I find bits of it everywhere.

In his ear, down my bra.

I found a bit of banana in my purse, didn't I?

-Plopped out in the post office.

-Debs, please.

No-one wants to hear about your bananas.

Imagine if you hadn't have been in that day and I hadn't have met you.

Imagine what I would have missed.

It would've all been different.

-Mm.

-Is everything all right?

Yeah, I'm just hungry. It's all this talk of food.

We should grab a bite, have a proper catch-up!

No, Debbie, you need to stay here with your mum.

SHE SIGHS

Anyone you have, as soon as possible. Thanks.

Sayeed Hassan. Fractured fibula and multiple rib fractures.

-Oxygen and pain relief, please.

-OK.

Suspected head injury, Fletch.

Right, OK, beds seven and eight, please.

There's more to come, so speed through some discharges, please.

-I'm going as fast as I can.

-Right.

-Yeah?

-Pretty sure you said you'd sort me out with something.

I haven't forgotten. I just need you to hang there, all right?

I need to get a move on, mate.

Because I've got the sweats already and that's the nice bit. Huh!

You sure you can't give me something? A spoonful of sugar?

The pitying look. God bless the NHS.

Fletch?

I'll be back.

Oh! Zosh, have you seen my...

Hello!

Yes, Mrs Spielberg didn't realise her husband was nil by mouth,

so I have inherited a kosher pizza from their deli.

They import the tap water from Brooklyn to make the dough.

Ooo, that smells like my dreams!

-If I put it in the fridge, you don't think someone will nick it?

-No, no!

Right. OK.

Grande mocha choca mallow swirl?

Um...can I get a peppermint tea, please?

-It's not a diet thing, is it?

-No. Er...no.

You know how Gwyneth Paltrow's had the same face since Brad?

-Mm.

-Mint tea.

Are you...?

What?

Hungover?

Yes. Yeah, too many mimosas, but, you know, ssh!

MO CHUCKLES

Judie's CT results are back.

And?

Tumour? What, like, cancer tumour?

Judie, have you ever worked around asbestos at all?

-God!

-That could be any of them.

Cleaning jobs, call centre, dinner lady.

Mesothelioma is often a result of exposure to asbestos.

But it's all right, though, innit, Mo?

Because now you've spotted it, you just sort it, right?

Debs, you can't just sort it.

It's cancer!

We're waiting for the Cytology results

to find out if it's malignant or not.

We can treat it surgically,

but we'd have to discuss your options with the oncologist first.

JUDIE BREATHES HARD

Mo, ain't there something we can give her now,

like, some other medicines?

What we going to do?!

Debs, Debs? Go and get yourself something to eat. A bag of crisps.

-I'm not hungry.

-Do as you're told.

Huh!

I get cancer and I'm more worried about her than me.

I thought things were going well.

Today. That was the first really good day in ages.

I used to play her Fleetwood Mac instead of lullabies, as a kid.

We thought we'd do the same with the boys.

Do you know the one, "Everywhere"?

Sure.

# I want to be with you everywhere. #

I'm sorry.

It's still me, dancing with her kids, settling them down.

Because she doesn't do anything for herself.

I don't think she's ready.

Is that why you kept quiet about the symptoms?

Judie, you are in good hands.

Debbie did well bringing you in.

As soon as we decide on a course of action, we'll let you guys know, OK?

I just got a message from the school. Something about Mikey.

I'll try not to be too long, but if Serena notices...

I'll think of something. Fletch! The deadline!

I'm just going to have to e-mail what I've got and hope for the best.

Off to the ice-cream van, or somewhere further afield?

Er...

Oh, look, another one of your Fletchlings playing hooky.

How novel(!)

Hi, Dad.

-Still hurting?

-I was fine until you came over.

Let's have a look at it, then, shall we?

-It's gross.

-I'm sure I've seen worse.

-I don't want to look at it!

I don't want to get you into theatre and accidentally remove your head.

Such a joker.

-Mr Mayfield?

-Oh, this is Elle Ellis.

I'm just about to examine her umbilical hernia.

Well, don't let me stop you.

Elle was just about to show me the affected area.

Then I need to find her boots, which she's misplaced.

SHE SIGHS

OK.

Without looking, does this hurt?

-Yeah!

-Has it grown larger or darker at all?

I don't look at it.

-But you've been feeling sick.

-Throwing up.

She's been running a high temperature, as well.

It's all fairly symptomatic.

Right, let's get an X-ray and we can work it out from there.

My guess is there won't be any bowel trapped inside

and it'll be fairly safe to pop it back into place.

But we'll only know for sure once we've seen the X-ray.

Of course.

Wow! He hates you more than I do.

You can't just rock up here, all right? It's not on!

Right in front of my boss, as well.

-I'm sorry.

-It's no good being sorry when you've already done it!

Evie comes here all the time, you don't get mad at her.

Yes, I do! And then she sits in there and she does her homework!

I was only bringing you this.

It got mixed in with my homework. I thought you'd want it back.

As soon as you're finished, we're still missing a third agency nurse.

OK. Right, you, stay there.

Raf! My report's turned up.

Can you keep an eye on Mikey while I run this over to the manager?

And will you page me if that third agency nurse turns up?

-Anything else?

-Yeah. Say a little prayer.

Pleuropneumonectomy. Not come across many of those.

I might have to move things around this afternoon.

I'm going to be in theatre for hours.

Oh, that lobectomy might need bumping back.

-You're taking it?

-Why wouldn't I?

-It's just that after yesterday...

-Yesterday was yesterday.

I was called in to take over from you for reasons nobody explained.

-Well, I'm fine now.

-You sure?

Well, if you walk out again,

it's not like I can page Jac, is it?

SHE SIGHS

Hey!

So we've decided on your surgery.

It's going to be quite a lengthy op

and it involves resectioning.

Now, we hope to get rid of all the tumour,

but we'll have a clearer idea once we're in theatre.

-Yeah, but you're doing it, right?

-Yeah, yeah.

But this, this will be quite tough on you.

You're going to need a lot of recovery time.

And that's just the start of your treatment.

You'll need chemotherapy, as well.

But Mo's a miracle worker, Mum.

Honestly, her and her fella, the noonie doctor, magic!

-There's nothing wrong with my noonie, is there?

-No, no!

No, Mum, I didn't mean that. Here, Mo, you should go get him.

He's like some sort of lucky charm or something.

-But then, you should know that, right?

-For crying out loud, Debs!

Will you listen to her?

I need surgery.

I'm going to need chemo and recovery time.

Do you understand?

It's fine, it's fine. Um...Derwood, Mr...

Mr Thompson, he, um...he's in Sweden.

He doesn't work here any more.

I'm going to get the ball rolling as quickly as I can on this,

so, you guys just sit tight, yeah?

Well, the hernia's obstructing the bowel,

which could mean there's necrotic tissue in there,

but it's not going to be much worse than we expected.

Rejoining some healthy pink tissue around that's

not going to be so tough.

Probably get it done in a day, like I said.

Like you said.

Unless there's anything you'd like to add?

Why? Do you think you might have missed something?

No.

So, are we clear?

Yes.

Well, I'm due in theatre.

Is there anything else you need from me?

Well...

No, I think I've got it.

Then I'll leave you to it.

Whoa! Excuse me!

-How many weeks?

-For the chemo?

No, you. How many weeks?

-Sorry?

-You're pregnant.

What?!

That's what all this upset's about, you and the lady parts man.

OK, sorry, but I need to be clear,

you can't be asking staff about their private lives, OK?

It's completely out of bounds, that should be obvious.

It's none of your business. We straight?

Didn't say no, though, did you?

MO EXHALES

Get the crash trolley, please!

Excuse me!

Straight through.

HE WHISTLES

Manor High.

You go to Manor High, right?

Yeah.

-You still bottom of the league?

-No.

-HE LAUGHS

-Liar.

You're, er...you're Fletch's kid, aren't you?

So, why don't you show me around?

Well, my dad told me to stay here.

Yeah, but here could mean the hospital, right?

Tough day at school?

You want to talk about it?

Hey, come on, I don't bite.

Tell you what, I bet you your dad won't even notice you've gone.

Love you. I'll see you soon, yeah?

How are they getting on?

Yeah, good, thanks.

I need help, Mo!

Mum's really sick and I don't want the kids to go into care.

He ain't as bad as she says.

-Danny?

-Yeah. He can be father to both of them.

But will he, though? He hasn't been daddy to either of them, has he?

Social talked about taking them into care before.

Taking them away from me.

Mo, how is that better?

Because all I've ever heard of Danny is that he's a waster

who left you as soon as times got tough!

-That's not right. That's not who he is!

-Debbie!

I can't do this on my own!

You, with your cushy life, you've no idea!

So, you're willing to jeopardise your kids' future for what?

Because it might be a bit hard?

I don't know if you're being lazy or selfish, but it's stupid.

Oh, yeah, I can see now why he left!

Sweden must feel warm compared to you!

Mo? Everything OK?

-Shove off, because this ain't a show!

-Oi!

There's a problem with Mrs Richards' fluid drain.

I'll be right there.

Mo, you can't tell Mum about this! About Danny!

Not when she's sick, like this!

-Problem?

-Ssh!

-Who's that guy? He's cute.

-Don't let him see me!

Flowers, too! They're lovely, even though they're not allowed.

-Please, keep him away!

-He's coming over.

-Please!

I'm sorry, flowers aren't allowed on the ward.

You'll have to take them outside.

Right outside. Thank you.

That has to be something, to get you out of bed like that.

-It's nothing.

-Who is he, boyfriend?

I wish!

-Then why send him packing?

-I didn't think he'd turn up!

So?

I might have told everyone at college that I'm dying.

SHE VOMITS

SHE COUGHS

Right. Of course.

Rachel, can I...?

Ah! Now that your childcare needs are dealt with,

might we see a bit of old-fashioned health care, too?

All sorted. I am 100% here, promise.

Lovely. Oh, and, Fletch, the third agency nurse, still no sign.

-I'll sort it.

-Please do.

Where's Mikey?

-It's OK, it's not your fault.

-You go, I'll call Security!

I think I've done something!

-It can't have been long.

-How did it happen?

Debbie, she wasn't answering her phone.

Hurting anywhere else?

Just here, and in my throat, still.

Right, Zosia, I've got this. Thanks.

Listen, about earlier, I'm really sorry.

I just don't want anybody to know. Please don't say anything.

You've got someone to talk to, right?

All right.

Where's Debbie?

She's fine. She's just round the corner.

Doing what?

Get away from my mum!

So, you hit him?

Yeah. In the face.

Hmm. Dunno how I feel about that.

People hitting people.

I never liked that.

And then what? You just ran out of school, did you?

You won't tell my dad?

Nah.

Does that ever bother you? Your dad being a nurse?

Do you ever lie about that at school?

Tell people he's a brain surgeon?

No! What's your dad do, then?

My father is the keeper of Eddystone Light.

Slept with a mermaid one fair night.

Of that fine union, there came three.

A porpoise and a porgy, and the other was me.

Liar.

A nurse, though, eh?

It's pretty embarrassing.

And a crap one, too.

No, he ain't! And you smell funny.

All dads are pretty rubbish. I wouldn't worry about it.

He ain't rubbish!

He left you on your own, to go and hand in his homework.

And then when he finds out you're gone,

I bet you anything he blames you or me, and not himself.

Because all your dad, or my dad,

or anyone's dad, for that matter, ever does is mess up.

Shut up!

Oi! What do you think you're playing at?

Told you.

Look, just back off.

Oh, Debbie. Acting like a baby!

She don't care, Mum.

We need people who care.

We're in a hospital!

He could do it. Budget Ben Affleck.

Let him.

This isn't your call, Debbie. Your mum is the patient.

Mo was your messiah in all this.

What's happened? What have you done?

No, cos I'm remembering it wrong, ain't I? It was the fella.

Mr T. He was the nice one.

Shame she drove him away, eh?

Debbie, stop it.

You're aggravating the patient.

If you don't stop, I will have you removed.

See what she's trying to do, Mum?

I'm looking out for you, and she's trying to...

You're not, though. You're not looking out for me.

You're looking out for you.

-No...

-I was so worried about you and the kids that I ignored this.

I wanted to make sure you were sorted.

And now, look. I'm dying.

You need to start thinking for yourself.

SHE SOBS

He didn't do nothing. Just said weird things.

Are you in trouble?

Look, can you stay here? Can you manage that for me?

Yeah? Can you stop wandering away from school,

or wherever else you're supposed to be?

It's not like I picked him up and dragged him off from here, is it?

I got up to go, and he came along.

Probably as sick of you and this place as I am.

What kind of dad doesn't tell his kid about going off with strangers?

In fact, what kind of dad lets his kid be alone in an hospital?

Right. I'm going to hand you over to Mr di Lucca now.

He'll be with you as soon as he can.

Good luck.

Come on... Come on. A joke's a joke, mate.

And I know her daughter from before. We delivered her baby here.

It's just emotions running a bit high, that's all.

Probably low blood sugar. I misplaced my breakfast.

You are their doctor, Ms Effanga.

Patients and their families come to you for reassurance, don't they?

Is there anything else I need to know?

I lied to you earlier.

It wasn't a false alarm.

I'm pregnant.

Yeah. Now you know.

Just wanted to get that out of the way.

It begs the question, why you felt the need for deceit earlier?

Because I've already made arrangements,

and saying "false alarm" is just much easier

than going into those kind of details.

No, not entirely sure that answers my question, Ms Effanga.

Have you heard from Mr Thompson lately?

No. I mean, why would I?

I mean, I've got his number so, yeah, I could, but...

Don't have anything to say.

And I don't want him thinking it's so boring here,

he never comes back, right?

Ms Effanga,

I am now the only buffer between you and the board.

I trust you have that in mind, in everything you say and do.

Absolutely, yes.

OK, er...busy-busy. This ward won't run itself.

Oh, and if I do ever get to speak to Mr T again, um...

I'll tell him you said hello.

Cool.

Miss Ellis.

Her temperature's high and she's been vomiting.

I've adjusted her pain meds,

but I'd like to bring her operation forward, if possible.

She's in a lot of discomfort.

And yet the patient is out of bed, and spying on the ward.

He's not back, is he?

Why say you were dying in the first place?

I dunno.

Georgia Shaw found out I was taking time off college,

there was already a rumour going round I was...

you know. Deformed.

So, what, you let them think it was terminal?

Yeah. I guess. I dunno.

Morbid stuff comes naturally to me.

I just thought they'd all sign a card or something!

If he comes back, you have to help me.

How? By actually killing you?

He can't find out about this gross thing.

-Well, he's going to find out if you're not dead!

-Ugh!

For future reference, small lies with boyfriends you want to keep.

Big lies, like this?

You're going to have to love him and leave him. I'm sorry.

I've checked the schedule and it is possible

to bring your procedure forward.

Thanks.

And may I suggest that any further advice be kept strictly medical?

For Miss Ellis' sake, and yours.

-Derwood? Hey...

-'Please leave a message after the tone.'

-Oh.

BEEP

Derwood!

How... How are things?

How are those meatballs with the weird jam

that they put over everything?

Hey, Roxette, they're from Sweden. Did you know that?

Listen, it's been a while.

And it would be lovely to hear your voice.

Unless you speak all hurdy-gurdy, ha!

Call me...back?

PHONE BEEPS

Ugh.

You idiot.

You're supposed to be in bed.

You're supposed to be in school.

You'll get my dad into trouble.

-Naff off.

-Stinks in here.

Yeah, whoever smelt it dealt it.

It's your fault. He's just trying to help.

Your dad only cares cos he's getting paid.

You only care about him cos he puts food on the table,

and buys you stupid bags.

What if all that just disappeared, eh?

Care then, wouldn't you?

Properly.

Why are you so weird?

I'm weird? You're the one hanging around with me.

Haven't you got any proper friends?

CLATTER Ah!

-Right.

-Er, I need some help in here, please! Quickly.

-Ah!

-Mm.

Um.

Look, Zosh...

OK, what exactly is going on?

Why does she hate you, all of a sudden?

Does it matter?

Do you want me to page Mr Shah, get someone else to take the lead?

First day as boss, and you want to swap me out already?

I'm just thinking about the patient, Mo.

Well, that makes two of us.

Look, if something should happen, we're opening ourselves up

to a world of trouble in theatre.

Maybe we've had enough of that for one week.

I'll sort it, all right?

Thanks.

Hey.

Are you still going to do the operation?

-Certainly am.

-Good. I'm glad.

Where's Debbie?

She's probably just trying to scare me. She does that.

Consent forms.

Sometimes I think all of this could have been avoided

if she'd just found a nice boyfriend.

You know, you pray...

Find some loving and devoted boyfriend just once.

Still. Least she's dumped that Danny.

What? No.

No, tell me you're joking.

Danny?! Really? You stupid...

You stupid...

SHE WHEEZES

MACHINES START BEEPING

Judie?

Ollie. She's gone into respiratory arrest.

We need to get her into theatre, now.

Mo, we came to you for help.

Now you're killing her!

-That's my mum!

-Debbie!

Look what you've done to her!

OK, good to go.

Good to go?

-Excuse me! Excuse me!

-You promised me!

Mum.

You might want to give yourself a little more room.

I want the smallest scar possible. I can work with this.

Looking pretty in pink there, Elle.

Everyone agree?

Eyes on the patient, please, Mr Mayfield, not the audience.

Back in you go.

You and I have gotten off on the wrong foot today, haven't we?

I'm not sure how relevant this is to the matter at hand.

Well, you're here. I'm here.

I must admit, it wasn't necessarily what I wanted to walk in on,

first thing in the morning.

But was I upset?

Was I...shocked, or offended?

No.

However, your...superficial attitude

has left me doubting your integrity...

..and wondering whether our young friend is making a mistake.

A mistake?

Well, he has had a fairly chequered career here, to say the least.

And I feel that it's my responsibility

to keep him on the right path.

Right, let's stitch her up, shall we?

Right, OK. Good. So do you know what caused this to burst?

It were like that when I found it.

Must have done it myself, eh?

Who else would have done it?

Right, you need to disappear.

Sorry, can you take him back to my office, please?

Heaven's sake, Fletch.

Right, OK. Well, do we believe him?

Honestly?

I don't know.

Well, he was injured on your watch,

so there'll have to be an investigation, I'm afraid.

I suggest that you hand over your patients, go straight home,

and prepare for it as best you can.

Thank you.

How's she looking?

BP 119/79. Good to go.

Diathermy, please.

-You OK?

-Mm-hm.

Moving the parietal pleura.

-OK, we've got a bleed.

-Packing, please.

BP 110/69.

Suction. Quickly, please.

PHONE RINGS

Stitch with 3.0 pledget.

PHONE BEEPS

BP 120/80.

Pulse 58 bpm. No bleeding.

OK. Valentine, take over. I'm taking a break.

-Of course, but...

-That's all.

I need 2.0 prolene, please.

Ms Effanga, I thought I might observe your pleuropneumonectomy.

I don't know what I'm doing.

With regard to..?

When I was doing the donation thing, Derwood had all these plans.

Thinking so far ahead. Course, now he won't even talk to me.

And he's a nice man. He's always been a nice man.

Imagine what you'd have to do to make a nice man like that hate you.

You'd have to really kick him in the teeth.

He doesn't want to know me.

And I can't blame him.

Time to tell me what happened.

He did it to himself.

I wanted him to stop getting you into trouble.

I was just asking him.

HE SIGHS

I'm your dad, all right?

You don't have to watch my back the whole time.

So if I lose a report, or if a patient mouths off at me,

I can handle it.

I'm the one that's supposed to be watching out for you,

not the other way around.

Let's go.

And I can't have caffeine, and someone stole my muffin,

so I had some of Zosia's kosher pizza,

and they make that from tap water from Brooklyn.

And I don't know what's got into me,

although I do know what's got into me, and it's a messy load of...

So as things stand, Ms Naylor and I are the only people who know?

Yeah, yeah. I didn't want to tell anyone

because I didn't know what to tell them. Thanks.

And when I told Jac, oh. You should have seen her face.

Oh, yes, but I half suspect Ms Naylor would pull a face if you

told her about a book you'd enjoyed, or what your dinner plans were.

I wouldn't set too much store by what Ms Naylor pulls a face at.

Yeah. Suppose.

I hope you don't mind me asking, but...

who are you talking to about this?

Well. You, I guess.

Oh, I see.

And what do you need from me?

Just let me know I'm doing the right thing.

But how could I possibly be more qualified to know that than you?

We need you, or we need another plan.

I'll be right there.

You may keep the handkerchief.

So it turns out you bringing in that report saved my skin today.

Cos I've just been invited on a course

because I've impressed the management so much.

That mean I get any chocolate?

No. It just means that you're not grounded till you're 75.

-Hi.

-You all right? Oh. Have you met my boy Mikey?

Hi, Mikey. I'm Essie.

-Hi.

-Heading home?

Well, sent home, more like.

-How come?

-You might want to ask your mate Ivor.

Seems to have a bit of a problem with me, I think.

He likes you, though.

We've got a lot in common.

Really?

I was young once.

Hm. Excuse me.

Recreational. Did it for attention.

Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

OK. Um, what would your take on him be?

I don't know.

But he's not going to get himself out of that hole, is he?

All right, Mum.

You made it!

You punched through.

How you feeling?

Like I lost a fight with a lobster.

I've got you to thank you for that, have I?

-Probably.

-So what's the verdict?

We're confident that we've got rid of all the tumour.

We'll let you have a little rest, and then the oncologist will come

and talk to you about the next stage.

What, chemo?

It's best if you talk to her about it.

But you can do it.

Did I miss anything while I was out?

He's gone.

No, Mum. I mean it.

I thought if anything would get you back on your feet,

it'd be chasing him off with a shovel again.

But we've had words.

Danny is gone.

I called Social and they're going to help out and everything, all right?

That's a good girl. I'm proud of you.

Listen, Mo. I'm sorry, right. About losing it.

How do you feel now?

I'm terrified.

But it can't be about how I feel, can it?

It's got to be about them, it's got to be about my boys.

I'm going to try and hold things together. I am.

I'm going to really try.

Good. But listen, no more gurus.

Not me. Not Britney.

Be your own.

I thought you could do with the company.

You know, if this is an intervention,

they say laughter is the best medicine.

Well, no wonder you're so ill.

Ha-ha. You noticed, then?

I got you these. They're...places that you could get some help.

Promise me you'll read them properly?

You know how I feel about promises.

And besides, right now, I need to go see a man about a dog.

And believe me, it's not the kind of dog you want to keep waiting.

Just...try.

Yeah. All right.

Nurse Fletcher, some context might be useful?

Sorry. Yeah, I, um...

You know I used to want to be a surgeon, but turns out

I didn't I have the patience.

Hm. Well, luckily I have oodles and oodles, but even so... Fletch?

I was just apologising to him.

What for?

Well, for...for the wound. For all the drama.

I did it all for the attention.

But now he's here, I'm starting to regret it, actually.

So you really did burst your own abscess?

I mean, when you put it like that, it sounds crazy, doesn't it?

Right. Well, when you're finished here, I'd like a word, please.

What's it going to look like?

Tiny scar.

Really? So it's all gone?

Dead and buried. Unlike yourself.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, my God. It's him. What do I do?

I can't speak to him!

Hello? This is Mr Mayfield, Elle's surgeon.

Yeah, it was touch and go back there for a while with Miss Ellis,

but we worked a miracle.

She's still with us. Don't ask me how.

But, if you want to visit, now's the time.

She's a lucky one, I tell you.

Well, got to go.

Lives to save.

What was that?

That was your chance to turn this into something good.

You know what "good" is, don't you?

Come in.

Mr Mayfield.

I won't keep you long.

I just wanted to say, I get that you want to look after Dom,

and I'm glad. I don't know what's gone on before,

but I do know that I'm not a part of that.

You don't have to worry about me.

I don't?

I know I come across as...carefree, or...

..superficial, or whatever.

But not when it comes to Dom.

You and I both have a vested interest in him.

You can trust me.

You SHOULD trust me.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Thanks.

What for?

Not telling anyone that you smashed me in with your rucksack?

Yeah.

Well, you got me seen more quickly.

Might want to wash your bag, though.

Stinks. Dad will be annoyed.

-Kid, do me a favour?

-Yeah?

Don't fall out with your dad. All right?

One day, you might regret it,

and be stuck with no way to fix it.

Good news about the course. But now, shoo. Take Mikey home,

get some sleep, and I'll see you back here tomorrow.

-Understood.

-Can we go home now?

Yes.

Get the button.

Gentlemen.

Bye.

Good night.

What do you look so smug about?

Ric and I. Buddies.

Since when?

We wrestled. Bare-chested.

It was a close-run thing, too.

Neither funny nor remotely appealing.

We had a chat. It was like meeting the dad on prom night.

He's very protective of you.

That's awkward. Then what?

He's fine about it. Just wanted to let me know who's boss.

And that's it?

You think Ric really cares who you're going out with?

-He's got better things to do.

-I suppose.

A lot of worry over nothing.

Cool.

So, next time, let's try not to get caught.

Next time?

Yeah.

Sure, I mean,

Ric's office is empty now, isn't it?

Are you serious?

Ah, Mo! I saved you a slice.

For surviving your first day as our new boss.

Oh, thanks. Did all right, did I?

Don't miss her too much, do you?

Mm, please. Rather come running to you if anything went wrong.

-Yeah, you're sort of like a mum to us.

-Aw.

So, yesterday? What...

No, no, no. We are moving on, OK?

We are the team that faces the future. Tackles obstacles head on.

Forget about yesterday!

OK, well, one question...

What happened to your face?

OK, fine. I'm wearing make-up. I have a bruise.

I walked into a door. Can we all just...

OK.

Just tell me... What did Hanssen say?

Really?

-Do you guys really want to know?

-Yes!

-Yeah!

-Enough to volunteer to be fire warden?

-No.

OK! See you!

SHE CHUCKLES

Hi, Greenbank Clinic?

Yeah, I've got an appointment in a couple of days.

The name's Effanga. Mo Effanga.

Yeah, that's the one.

Um...

I'd like to cancel.

Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure.

Thank you.

Don't know about you, but I could murder a pizza.

What's the difference between a pizza and a toilet roll?

I don't know.

I should probably get dinner, then.

Ha-ha. In the car.