A Perfect Life Holby City

Auntie Serena says you're trying to criticise her because your own life is going so badly.

I need a new heart because an angel stole the last one.

Enough of that. behave.

Friends.

-Without benefits.

-Silly.

Now Ms Wolfe's presence today has not been without its uses.

There is no denying that we are equals.

Yep.

Unbelievable!

Getting your mojo back then?

Don't know what you mean.

Don't lie. Your nose twitched.

-What?

-Always does that when you're telling porkies.

Excuse me, do you know your way around here?

Oh, are you OK?

Just a stitch. Reception's in there.

Cheers.

Hi, I've been expecting you. Notes please, thank you.

Still on for tonight?

Can't wait. Looking forward to it.

Bay three, please.

I booked that retro burger place. The one with the red banquettes.

Thought you didn't like burgers?

I know I hate them.

But you know, it's for the girls. End of term and everything.

I'll let you get settled in

and then a doctor will be here shortly.

As long as they do that Mississippi Mud Pie I'll be happy,

cos I have been fantasising about it all day.

What, you mean not about me?

You can't possibly compete.

I do love being Deputy CEO but why all this paperwork?

There's more for you there I'm afraid.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

That all needs to be unpacked, checked

and logged before we go live.

-Quick as you can please, Lou.

-I'm really sorry I'm late.

Clean scrubs are in the locker room.

Right I've tested the new phone system

and everything is working perfectly.

Thanks, Fletch. How are you feeling?

Excited. Terrified. Wondering what I've got myself into.

Well, I saw Mr Hanssen checking it all out earlier.

-And do you know what, he's so chuffed I swear he almost smiled.

-No.

It wouldn't have happened without you.

Let's make him proud shall we?

Locker room. Can't find it.

OK. And you are?

Jasmine Burrows, F1. It's my first shift.

Not on here it's not.

Yes, you're supposed to be on Darwin under Mr Valentine.

-That can't be right.

-That's what the computer says,

now you're even later than you were before.

Look, you want to be going down there

but I'm going to get a cup of coffee so I could show you if you want?

Blimey, yes, lovely to meet you too.

Just need you to sign this and then we're good to go.

Excellent. Oh, now, if it's all right with you,

I would like to sneak home early.

I've got to get on top of this lot before tomorrow's board meeting.

No problem.

MOBILE RING

Jason. Again.

He's got some new girl he's keen on.

Wants to bring her for supper tonight.

I've told him at least ten times that it's not convenient

but he won't take no for an answer.

Why can't she come tomorrow night? The girl?

Ah, yes well you see tonight is fish and chips night.

And this girl really likes fish.

And Jason doesn't like any break with routine.

So I'm afraid we had a massive row...

-Right.

-Mr Hanssen wants everyone to gather in the Trauma Bay.

I think he's written a speech.

No going back now.

Bring it on.

-Oh, sorry.

-No, no, don't go!

Open my locker.

-What?

-Hurry up! I'm really late.

-For what?

-Meeting my mentor.

Valentine. What's he like?

Bad luck.

He's a massive jerk, isn't he?

Oh, well, some people think so.

Name was a bit of a giveaway. Oliver Valentine.

Arrogant. Public school knob head. Vacuous blond wife called Pandora.

Who despite his pasty face and burgeoning paunch still

thinks he's hot as a three peckered billy goat.

Do I detect a slight chip on that slender shoulder?

Well, some of us have had to work harder than others to get what

we want.

But don't worry. I'll smile. Laugh at his pathetic jokes.

Even let him think I fancy him.

To get what you want.

Works every time.

-Nice eyes by the way.

-So I've been told.

Jasmine Burrows. F1, maybe we go for a drink sometime?

Oliver Valentine. It's a lovely idea.

It's just I'm not sure Pandora would be too keen.

It has been a long held ambition of mine

for our Acute Admissions Unit to have its own dedicated Trauma Bay.

And now that day has come.

Raising the status of our hospital

and its importance to the community we serve, and beyond.

Now this could not have been achieved without the expertise,

drive and ambition of Ms Berenice Wolfe.

Combined with the strong support of Ms Serena Campbell.

Ms Wolfe, a few words perhaps?

I'd be delighted.

PHONE RINGS

Sorry.

I'm so sorry, Mr Hanssen. I have to take this.

Right. Well. Ms Campbell,

-perhaps you would like to step into the breach.

-Certainly.

Hello, Essie.

Hey.

-Knock knock.

-Who's there?

-Ivor.

-Ivor who?

Ivor you help me out or I'll have to make you.

You couldn't stay away then?

Hey, hey.

I need your help.

You stay here, I'll get someone to get you down to the ED.

No, no.

It has to be the girl with the beautiful green eyes.

Flatter me all you like, but you still have to be formally admitted.

-Hey, I like it here.

-Can I get some help please?!

All right.

OK.

I hope that call was important.

Everything all right?

Er, no, it was the lawyer.

-Well, I knew Marcus wasn't going to go for mediation.

-What?

The money's flying out of our accounts

and I've got to move fast apparently.

-How fast?

-She wants to see me now. But I said it's impossible.

Ring her back. Tell her you're on your way.

I can't I'm Trauma Lead.

-It's fine.

-It's too much to ask.

Nonsense, I can do the reading anywhere.

Don't forget I am a fully paid up member of the embittered

Ex Wives Club.

Edward would've taken every last fish finger from the freezer

if I'd let him. So go. Now.

Right Jason keeps calling

and I need you to sign off on a patient transfer to Keller.

He has got to learn that I'm not available 24/7.

I'll square it with Hanssen. I'll be back as soon as I can.

Give him hell!

He was admitted to AAU last week with a groin abscess.

-Which was caused by his intravenous drug use.

-Mm.

So, how do you know him?

He went AWOL. Ended up here. So I took him back.

And he seems to have taken a bit of a shine to me.

Who could blame him?

Essie!

If he makes you feel uncomfortable just...

No, no. He's harmless. He's actually quite sweet.

Apart from his terrible jokes.

Hi, I'm Mr Levy. Do you mind if I check you over?

Ooh, temp 38.2.

-That's indicative of infection. What did ED say?

-Still at capacity.

Asked if we could keep him up here for now.

Great. I think we need full bloods, U&Es.

There's a lot of really sick people who need this bed.

Just give me something for the pain and I'll be out your hair.

I can't treat you unless I do a full examination.

I'm not ill. I just need...

Just let Mr Levy do his job. OK?

HE WINCES

OK?

The abscess has developed into a pseudoaneurysm.

We'll need an ultrasound to confirm. Can we get a line in as well.

But what about the pain? I need morphine.

Liquid methadone. 40 mg.

HE SCOFFS

That's not even going to touch it.

It's take it or leave it I'm afraid.

Can you let me know when the bloods are back? Thanks.

Mr Cook. Twisted bowel.

Oh, yes, we're expecting him.

Bay 8, please, Kath.

What's laughing boy doing up here?

Pseudoaneurysm and sepsis. He's been using dirty needles.

So I'm guessing rehab was shut then?

Rehab's for quitters.

So, you'll be getting a full-on induction from HR

Probably best if you just shadow today.

And I'll do my utmost not to behave like a massive jerk.

I'm really sorry. Can we just write that off as first day nerves?

Too late, I'm afraid. I've already called your tutor.

That was a joke!

I was the same when I first started. But years of stress,

misery and Jac Naylor helped vanquish my rebellious spirit.

Now we'll do ward round in a bit.

But you'll need to get your bearings.

So I'll see if I can get one of the nurses to give you the grand tour.

Off to Darwin, please.

Right, well, it looks like it's all quiet on the Western Front.

I might finally get time to prep for this meeting.

Yes.

You all right, Fletch?

You know that junkie that came in last week? Ivor?

I just saw him again back on Keller.

You know, I really thought I'd helped him turn a corner.

Addicts are all arch manipulators.

I know but somewhere deep down there's a decent bloke.

You tried your best. That's all any of us can do.

RED PHONE RINGS

Please God, make that a wrong number.

Holby City Trauma Unit.

Yep.

OK.

Got it.

Adult trauma call, red phone, ten minutes. Adult trauma call.

-Red phone, ten minutes.

-Well?

22-year-old female, impaled on railings after a fall.

They don't know what damage it's done.

The Fire Service are cutting her out now.

Nice of them to ease us in gently.

Do you want me to call Ms Wolfe?

No. No. We can do this.

Fast call all departments though.

-Ah!

-Sorry.

You're a sadist, mate. You said it weren't going to hurt.

It's a very, very delicate area.

I'm afraid we don't have much choice. Syringe?

Can we get those bloods now?

Right, excuse me.

He hates me.

Don't get all drama queeny on me. He's just trying to help.

No, he's trying to punish me.

So Nurse Fletcher tried to get you into rehab?

# But I said no, no, no! #

Ivor. Come on, talk to me.

Why do you even care?

Because I know how it feels to be lost.

I called the clinic, they said they had a space

but that meant transferring my housing benefit for six weeks.

I rang my mum, asked her to borrow some rent money,

so I'd be able to keep my bedsit

And she said yes.

But then...

Then, I get a call off my step dad,

screaming down the phone at me. Accusing me of using her.

Like I always do.

And here we are. Groundhog Day.

That film had a happy ending.

It doesn't have to be like this.

So, Daisy Dukes is our new F1. It's your lucky day, Valentine.

If you have to eat pickled onion crisps,

could you do it more quietly?

Nice try. But you don't put me off the scent that easy...

I'm sure I said shadow.

Look at her go. Way too peachy keen.

Don't she realise that right now she's just plant life?

No. Perhaps we can teach her.

And here she comes, all bright eyed and bushy tailed...

Mr Clive's notes suggest aortic stenosis.

But looking at his ECG, I might suggest he has a heart block.

Were you asked to make that call? Or to examine him without supervision?

-No.

-Do you think you're experienced enough to make that call?

-No.

-But you did it anyway.

See I don't like my team going rogue on me.

Especially arrogant little newbies fresh out of med school. Get me?

Dr Burrows. I don't think you've met one of our lead consultants, Ms Maureen Effanga.

She can be a little terrifying but you'll get used to it.

Not compared to our resident rottweiler Ms Naylor.

Lucky for you, she's on leave.

It won't happen again, Ms Effanga.

Ollie. AAU?

Yes, two minutes.

-Trauma Call. Got to go.

-Can I come? Please?

Dr March, could you take over on ward rounds please?

Sure. And you are?

Jasmine Burrows. New F1. You're welcome.

As you know, this Trauma Bay has been hard fought for.

But we've still got everything to prove.

So, if I could ask you all to retain focus throughout.

Now, as trauma leader, it's my role to command the resuscitation

and co-ordinate any staff and resources.

Auntie Serena! Auntie! Where are you?!

Excuse me, just for one minute.

I was calling you. Over and over.

Jason, calm down...

Why didn't you answer? I needed you!

I'm sorry, but this really isn't the time.

I'm expecting a very serious trauma case.

I know. It's all my fault!

I was just trying to show her how much I liked her.

What on earth are you talking...?

Right OK. It's this way, thank you.

Jason, you really have to go now.

I didn't mean to scare you. I'm so sorry.

I want my mum, where's my mum?!

Get him away from me!

Answering a trauma call?

Yes, penetrative injury. Concern there might be a lung issue.

No, not you, Jason, you stay there, mate. Sorry.

Take this out of me!

Mum?!

She's on her way, sweetheart.

Forgive me, Celia.

Don't let her die. Please.

Right, prepare to slide.

Ivor, you have a very serious infection.

Now, antibiotics can take care of that over time.

How long?

Well, it's not the only issue I'm afraid.

The ultrasound confirms that you have a femoral pseudoaneurysm

in your groin.

Now, what that means is it needs to be treated surgically.

I'll make an appointment then.

Well, I've booked theatre for tomorrow morning, OK?

I'll go now then. Come back first thing.

There is a danger that it could rupture. Away from the hospital.

Now the worst case scenario is you could die.

HE SPLUTTERS

Mr Levy? Melissa Watson, locum pharmacist.

You ordered methadone for Mr Weiland?

-If you could just sign here.

-Thank you.

I can't stay here overnight without morphine.

Please, if you could just talk to them.

I've got this, don't worry about that.

I don't want to interfere but he does seem very agitated.

She's saying I need it!

Aren't you darling, eh?

Ivor. It's not your call.

Looking carefully at Mr Weiland's notes, we have no idea what

other substances might still be in his system.

I understand that and I have taken that into consideration.

Methadone is a very complex substance, Mr Levy.

Its effects far more difficult to predict than morphine.

I'm aware of that.

Not sure the night staff will thank you

if he goes into full blown withdrawal.

PAGER BEEPS

Got to take this.

If Mr Levy changes his mind, I will let you know.

No. No, wait!

You talk the talk but it is all crap!

You're going to feel so much better when this kicks in. OK?

Let's get this back on.

We're all on your side, Ivor.

FBC, U&Es, LFT, clotting and group and save.

Oh, and a FAST scan, ASAP please.

Mr Valentine, can you assess the extent of these injuries?

We just want to take a quick look at you, Celia.

-Is that all right?

-I didn't mean to get into trouble. It was Jason.

All right, Celia, just try and keep calm for me, Celia.

-It's going to be OK.

-You don't know that! Mum!

Your mum'll be here very soon.

I need her here now. Please take this out, now, I want it out!

It hurts!

Morphine. 10mg.

Right, let's take a look at this FAST scan.

Looks like a tear to the diaphragm.

-And free fluid there.

-Could be a ruptured viscus?

Hard to tell without going in.

I don't think we should waste any more time.

Right, when everyone's happy let's get her into theatre, please.

Right, Mrs Wilson. Breathlessness and chest pain.

Waiting for a chest X-ray. 30 minute obs please.

Mr Valentine. Is he married?

-Not that I know of.

-He's hot.

-And ten years older than you.

I know. I'll try and behave myself.

-So you don't, normally?

-I grew up on a beach in Goa.

You ever heard the hippy mantra, "All good things are wild and free?"

-No.

-Let's just say, I'm trying to unlearn it.

Mr Marshall.

Don't think his bloods are back yet so let's chase them, please.

Right, Mr Channing.

Last placement, I got involved with a consultant.

Married, four kids. Epic fail.

Mr Channing. Severe chest pains after a long haul flight.

Let's get an ECG ordered. See what's going on.

Sorry. Engage the brain, Jas.

On my first shift, I had sex with an F2.

Just for the hell of it.

If we're sharing.

Mr Claibourne needs a close eye.

And Mrs Mill in bed three, she wants

to be discharged but her SATs are still pretty low.

I'll take a look.

I'm here for about five minutes if you've got any questions.

Almost done?

-You OK?

-I'm just worried about Ivor. Maybe the pharmacist was right.

You sure he's not just trying it on?

Oh, please don't write him off.

I'm not going to write him off, am I?

Just saying there's a pattern of behaviour.

But it doesn't have to be like that.

OK, I'll talk to him.

Have you seen Mr Weiland?

He's done a runner. Don't say I told you so.

-I wouldn't dream of it.

-I need to find him.

-The girls are in the restaurant in ten minutes.

-I'll catch you up.

-OK.

-Ivor!

Obs done. ECG ordered.

And these are Mr Marshall's blood results.

OK, thank you.

Who's Mr Self?

He's in pretty good shape if I ever need a sugar daddy.

Neuro Consultant.

And my father.

I'm really sorry, I...

Don't put any ideas in his head, please.

How is it? Working together?

Tough. Always feel I have more to prove than anyone else.

But it's made me a better doctor.

And Ms Naylor? Heard a lot of horror stories.

Yep, they're all true.

She's a genius, though. And a total b...

Burrows! I've got a challenging job for you.

One that's going to take a lot of concentration

and attention to detail. Interested?

I'm up for anything that gets me into theatre.

This is much more important than that. Drinks and snacks run.

-I'm on it.

-If they've got no more chocolate doughnuts I'll get a brownie, thanks. Burrows?

No nuts.

The damage to the diaphragm's fairly minor. Cut.

I've stitched the bleed. It seems to be holding.

Time to bite the bullet and take this out then.

But we've got to be sure what we're doing. We don't want any more bleeding.

Looks good on the screen.

BP's stable. OK. Let's do it.

Right, steady. OK.

And that's it, OK, careful.

BP still stable, pulse is 80. Looks like we're winning.

Right. Let's deal with this fluid. And repair the damage.

Well done, everyone.

And then I better go and talk to Jason.

Whoa! You OK?

Go away.

I'm Jas. Nice to meet you.

You wouldn't say that if you knew what I'd done. I'm dangerous.

Well, you don't look dangerous.

But I hurt someone.

-Did you mean to?

-No!

-Then it's all cool.

Have a brownie.

It's a scientifically proven theory that life always seems better

when you're eating chocolate.

No, it isn't.

Whatever you've done, you can make it better again.

But not by sitting here on your own feeling sorry for yourself.

Good luck!

I just thought he might've come looking for you.

He'll be at Farm Mead now with all the other crackheads.

We did our best.

Hm. There's just something about him.

Yes. But if he won't help himself...

Liar!

I'm not lying, I'd help you if I could.

Just give me what I need.

Ivor.

You're not thinking straight.

Come back to the ward and I can get you some help.

IVOR SCOFFS

You promised that already.

If he'd been given what he needed in the first place.

I can sort this out, but not here.

Come on, Ivor, let's go.

Come on.

PHONE RINGS

-Don't you answer that!

-I've got to.

I've shared it.

All it'd take is one scratch.

Phone! Now!

NOW!

Shut the door.

No-one is leaving here until I get what I came for.

She's dead, isn't she?

No. No, Jason.

It all went very well.

But it wouldn't have happened at all. Not without me.

Do you want to tell me about it?

I invited her to the park.

She likes butterflies and I knew where there were lots.

She was so happy because we found one she'd never seen before.

And then?

I thought she wanted it too. Like they do in films.

Wanted what, Jason? I need to know.

I got it all wrong.

Life isn't always like films.

When I did it she ran to the gate.

I went after her. But when she got there, it was locked.

So she climbed up and slipped.

-That's when I tried to call you.

-I'm so sorry.

It's OK now. You saved her.

Recovery from this kind of surgery is never straightforward.

I want to see her. Make things right.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Not until we all know exactly what happened.

Don't go. Please.

I'll be back as quick as I can. OK?

The cameras are only monitored during office hours.

-Alarms?

-They're set just before we leave. I didn't have time.

So, you can get me what I came for then, can't you, Mel?

Ivor, think about what you're doing.

Is your name Mel?!

I'm dealing with this. OK?

It's a sophisticated automated system.

I have to key in your details, access your prescription...

I don't care how you do it. Just find a way round it.

Um...I can try and access a patient with that prescription.

System's down. It won't let me in. This crashes all the time.

-You're lying!

-Why would she lie?

She wants to get out of here.

She better try a lot harder, then.

So your first trauma case was a triumph. Congratulations.

Right, uh, thank you. I'm sorry, if there's nothing else...

I also wanted to thank you for submitting your report

on Mortality Statistics.

However, the section on mitigating circumstances isn't quite up-to-date so you'll need to amend that to

include the relevant information by tomorrow's meeting, please.

I have a trauma bay to run.

And a critically ill patient to attend to. How am I supposed to find the time?

You'll find a way.

Oh, and I'm working on my presentation well into the evening.

If you have any questions just come and see me.

The police are here and they want to interview Jason.

No. Not yet.

Um,

put them in my office I... I'd better change.

Anyone got a sandwich? Penetrative trauma always gives me the munchies.

He might be pretty but he is seriously weird.

So, Jasmataz. Why Holby?

It's reputation for surgical excellence.

-I want to learn from the best.

-Ah!

She's not talking about you, Valentine.

Ms Effanga, our resident stand up comedian. Feel free to heckle.

-Your mitral valve. He's arresting.

-I should've gone home when I had the chance.

-Valentine, you're riding shotgun.

-But I'm starving!

-Can I observe? I won't talk.

No, you're with me.

Welcome to the madhouse.

I'm trying but there's nothing I can do.

We just have to wait.

I haven't got time.

-How do I get in here?

-Pass key.

Right! Right, now I'm getting somewhere. Give it to me.

There are only two people who have access. I'm not one of them.

What does it look like?

It won't be here.

That's not what I asked you!

It's grey. Like a key card for a hotel room.

Right. OK, you two in that corner.

Go on!

Even if you find it...

..Class A drugs would be on a separate code...

Are you OK?

I've got asthma. I need my inhaler.

Where is it?

-In my bag.

-Right.

No. No.

Nobody moves until I've got that key.

Ivor, please!

I'm running this now, Essie!

If you hadn't barged in when you did I'd have had all this sorted by now!

SHE STRUGGLES FOR BREATH

Come on, slow it down.

SHE WHEEZES HEAVILY

JASON: I'm so sorry.

I'll never do anything like that again. I promise.

Not unless you want me to.

When you're better I'll take you on a proper date.

I know a butterfly house where they've got

South American Blue Morphos, Glasswings, Hecale Longwings...

Some as big as dinner plates.

I hope you wake up soon, Celia.

My mum never woke up.

Celia's mum's in my office.

Get him out of there.

You don't really think Jason...

-I don't know what to think.

-OK.

I can't, I can't breathe.

You should be on the stage.

Look, if you don't let her have her inhaler, she could die.

Do you understand?

You're not thinking this through.

You know when you haven't had a hit in a while it messes with your head.

And I know that because I've been there.

HE LAUGHS

Bit of whizz on a Friday night doesn't count, love.

No, no, no. It wasn't like that.

When I was younger I was popping anything I could get my hands on.

And I bloody loved it.

But I was in a mess. And I nearly killed a patient.

I got the dosage wrong.

I was strung out from the night before and then

I knew there'd be a next time if I didn't get a grip.

But I was really lucky cos I had a best mate who had my back.

And I am just trying to do the same for you!

So if you just let us walk out of this door now there's no harm done.

Please!

MEL WHEEZES INTENSELY

Go. Go.

This isn't what you had planned. I know it isn't.

Nobody's ever had my back.

Where's she going?

-I knew she was faking it!

-Let her go! I'll stay!

Back off or I'll...

Or what? Go on.

Show me what a big man you are!

BOTTLES CLATTER

Dr March?

Give me five minutes, please.

Sorry, but Mr Marshall - have you examined him recently?

No, he's Mr Valentine's patient.

I could be reading this wrong but his CTA seems to indicate

the presence of a thoracic aortic dissection.

I need some help in here, please!

BP's through the roof.

Got him into theatre or this could rupture.

-I'll scrub in.

-No, you stay on the ward. Alert Mr Valentine.

And if there's a problem, page the on-call.

Mrs Wilson's been complaining of a shortness of breath.

Her X-ray revealed a small spontaneous pneumothorax

which should resolve itself within the next few days.

She just needs a rest.

You won't believe it.

We've been married for 25 years.

He doesn't want to give me a penny from the house.

All his accounts are empty even though he's recently

inherited £400,000 from his mother.

And as you seem to have things covered...

Covered? You think?

Since I last saw you, I have removed a metal railing

from the abdomen of a vulnerable young girl, who

happens to be a friend of Jason's that I didn't even know about

until today because I've completely taken my eye off the domestic ball!

-It can't be that bad.

-Oh, it can. Believe me.

Because this girl seems to be implying that Jason has committed

some form of sexual assault and now the police are involved.

Oh, and in addition to which, Hanssen has asked me

to completely rewrite my presentation to the Board.

I haven't even begun to read any of that yet, so there's still

a mountain to climb before tomorrow morning. Oh, and the red phone,

the red phone could ring again at any minute!

Don't worry about the red phone. I'm here now.

Let's get some fresh air. Yes?

Yes.

If anyone wants us, we're outside.

Are you OK?

Bad headache. Uh...

Just get us out of here.

You're wasting your time, Ivor.

You can get what you need on the streets.

With what?!

Remember, kids, if a stranger offers you drugs,

then be sure to say thank you because drugs are very expensive!

I'm not interested in pressing charges. Why don't you just go?

-If it's money that you want...

-No, no. No, Essie.

You see, I owe people.

A lot of people.

And they're going to be out there looking for me.

So I'm safe here.

But she's not.

And she's scared.

I'm not scared of you, Ivor.

Because I think you know that I'm your very last chance.

PHONE RINGS

No. She is.

Get her up! Get up!

Admission from the ED? Mr Elsmore?

Bay 1. Thanks.

Eyes south, mate.

Jason. You OK?

Her mum won't let me see her. I just want to explain.

It's, um...

..it's probably for the best right now.

Look the police, they want to have a little chat with you

about the accident.

Police? I need Auntie Serena.

Serena's busy, OK? What about Raf and me? Will we do?

Do you know anything about girls?

Yeah, a bit.

You see, I really like Celia.

And I want to make this right.

Good plan, Batman.

I want her to be my proper girlfriend when she's better.

But I don't know much about females. What they like.

Well, they like good manners, kindness.

Nice presents.

I can't afford diamonds.

It doesn't matter how much you spend. It's the thought that counts.

PAGER BEEPS

First girl I ever fell in love with, she gave me a creme egg.

It was the best present I ever had.

Look, you stay here.

We'll see if we can get this sorted all right?

How was dinner?

It was an utter disaster.

Why?

Well, Rachel has decided to become a militant vegan, OK,

and there was nothing to eat on the menu but chips.

So Becca decides to wind her up by waving a very rare

hamburger in her face.

So they end up not talking to each other or me.

Essie had a very lucky escape. Do you know where she is by the way?

I've been trying to call her.

-I thought she was joining you.

-Yes, yes, so did I.

Well, she went down to AAU to ask Nurse Fletcher about Mr Weiland.

She didn't come back, so I assumed...

I shouldn't have left. I'm sorry.

No. You just caught me at a bad moment, that's all.

I'm fine now. Really.

I've coped with worse before.

Before you didn't have Jason. And you didn't have a Trauma Bay.

Well, that's true.

It's just he's so vulnerable, Bernie.

And he really doesn't know much about women and he so wants to.

I should have talked to him about girlfriends really.

Oh, dear. I think I've rather let him down.

No, no, no.

Whatever happened it's not your fault.

You're just going to have to prioritise what's important for you.

Maybe you're right.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

Celia Branson's SAT's are dropping, looks like a re-bleed.

Mrs Wilson?

Oh, my God.

Hang on, I'm going to get help, OK?

Call Dr March or anyone. Now!

She's hypoxic, hypotensive, tachycardic.

MONITOR BEEPS

Breath sounds diminished. Altered level of consciousness.

Cyanosis.

Percussion of the chest hyperresonant.

Sternum resonant.

Oh, crap.

-Fletch?

-Sorry, mate, I can't stop.

Ric said Essie came down here earlier.

Yes, she did but that was hours ago.

I don't understand.

-Mate, I've got to go. Got a crisis.

-OK.

Just put in your password and we can all go home.

How did I get here?

Just do it!

Mel?

I need to get her to neuro now.

PHONE RINGS

Who's Sacha, eh?

He don't give up easily.

He's my partner, Mr Levy. The doctor who treated you.

He's going to hate me even more after this, ain't he?

He won't hate you, Ivor.

He should.

You just need to start making different choices.

That's easy for you to say.

With your perfect little life.

RINGING CONTINUES

You could've answered that.

Why didn't you?

Mel!

Jason must be beside himself.

-Um, he's not here.

-What?

He saw the police.

I told him to wait in the locker room but he's not there, I checked.

We'll find him. OK?

-We need to worry about Celia now.

-Yes.

-BP's dropping.

-More light. Where the hell is all this blood coming from?

Suction.

Wait. Wait, I think I can see it.

It looks like a tear at the root of the mesentery.

Right, thank you.

Oh, no, it's starting to hose. I can't get control.

It's OK, we can do this.

-Do you want me to suture?

-Yes.

I wish I knew what Jason had done. I can't bear it.

It's going to be all right, Serena.

I'm sure.

I just don't get what the hell you think you're playing at?

What if Ms Effanga had seen you?

She had all the symptoms of a tension pneumothorax.

And it became, and I quote, "A medical emergency that required

"immediate treatment without further investigation".

But not for an F1! On her first day!

Do you have any idea how much trouble we'd be in

if you'd screwed it up?

You should have paged the on-call. You compromised the entire team.

-And if I hadn't, she'd be dead! I call that a result!

-Jasmine...

There are rules, Dr Burrows.

So I should've let her die? Is that what you'd have done?

My God, you are bold.

I look forward to seeing you going up against Naylor.

Do you know what? I think she'd admire my guts.

That I was willing to put myself on the line.

Because sometimes it's more important to do what's right than to tick every box.

And that takes balls. Maybe you don't have any!

I can get you help. Real help. I won't abandon you.

PHONE RINGS

I promise. We can do this together.

Just please help me get her out of here.

Sacha, no!

Jasmine?

Please tell me I didn't just accuse Mr Valentine of having no balls?

'Fraid so...

Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted.

Need to get a scan. Get her to Neurosurgery immediately.

Mel?

You're going to be OK. You're safe now.

Thank you.

Sacha!

Fletch! I need a crash cart and two trolleys in the pharmacy now.

Ohhh.

The glass must've ruptured the pseudoaneurysm.

I had to make you safe.

It's OK, Ivor, I'm here.

Essie, I had to make you safe.

'Doors opening.'

What happened?

This patient has sepsis and a ruptured pseudoaneurysm,

after a fall on to broken glass. I need you to scrub in.

You don't have to be here. You've been through enough.

-I'm staying with him.

-OK.

Dr Burrows.

I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have...

No, I'm sorry. It was an unusual set of circumstances.

And a very tough call to make.

-I'm not very good at rules.

-Well, that's not good enough I'm afraid.

There will have to be consequences to your actions.

-Are you transferring me?

-Yes.

To Albies.

You're getting the drinks in. I'll see you down there.

We can't stop this bleeding.

Damn.

We can pack him.

Sacha...

No. I'm not giving up.

Sacha... we're too late.

Jason. You came back.

Of course I did. What else would I do?

Right, well, um,

I'm afraid the police still want to talk to you.

But it might be better if you told me first

exactly why Celia ran away.

I tried to kiss her. On the lips.

Kiss her? And that's all?

Yes. I know I should've asked her first.

Oh, yes...

So if you weren't hiding from the police, where did you go?

-The airport.

-The airport?

Mum used to work there.

And it was the only place I could think of that would still be open.

And I had to buy Celia a present. To make it right.

A present.

Raf says girls like presents.

Do you think Celia will like this?

Oh, Jason.

It's perfect.

You can go in now if you want.

But her mum doesn't like me.

Oh, I'll take her for a cup of tea and explain.

Come on. In you go.

I'm sorry, Celia.

No. It was me. I panicked.

No-one's ever tried to kiss me before.

I'll ask you next time.

If you want to go on another date that is?

Yes, please.

I got you something.

It's beautiful, Jason.

So, Jason's not dangerous after all?

No. He just needs to work on his technique.

This is what it's all about. Saving lives. Making a difference.

And I'm damn good at it.

I'm not arguing with you.

I love medicine. And I love my family.

And they both deserve my precious time far more than

the board of this hospital.

Well, no-one's holding a gun to your head.

The nurses are waiting to do last offices.

I could've got him out of there.

He was so vulnerable. And he trusted me.

But you couldn't trust him.

Thank God Sacha came in when he did.

He wouldn't have hurt me. I know that.

If I'd just taken control earlier.

I think you're being a little hard on yourself.

I gave him hope.

I told him that he could have a future

if he made different choices.

Now look at him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Henrik. But I don't want to do this any more.

Now, haven't we been here before?

Last time I stood before you, was because I wanted to run.

And then I was desperate to be reinstated.

And now?

Well, now I have finally understood what really matters to me.

Which is taking the very best care of my family and my patients.

And I am afraid that being your deputy has rather got in the way,

so I'd like to stop. Being your deputy, that is.

And I'm sorry if it's inconvenient to you.

Well, no actually I'm not. I'm not sorry at all.

In fact, I feel, um, wonderfully relieved.

And like I'm properly alive!

And so, however hard you try to persuade me otherwise,

I will not change my mind.

Well, I wouldn't dream of it. In fact I applaud you.

One should always choose life when the opportunity presents itself.

Just got a call from Neurosurgery.

Mel had an extradural haematoma.

They did a craniotomy and she's stable.

That's great news.

Thanks.

You're disappointed in me.

No.

Maybe I did read it all wrong.

But I was thinking of you.

I mean, he was... He was in a vulnerable, dangerous state.

I had to prioritise.

You did what you thought was the right thing. You rescued me.

I'm just so sorry I couldn't save him.

I know, Sach.

I understand.

See you in the car.

So why aren't we getting the drinks?

She publicly castrated me! It's the least she can do.

Oh, get over yourself, Ollie! So, she's got a gob on her.

You've got to admire the fire in her belly.

And by the looks of it, that's not all to admire...

Hey, you look happier.

My girlfriend isn't dead. And police don't want to arrest me.

I reckon that's a result.

Thank you for the brownie.

I wouldn't have given it to just anyone. You've got a nice face.

So have you. Not dissimilar to a Keel-billed Toucan.

Can I have your number?

I don't think your girlfriend will be very happy about that.

But thanks for asking.

Well, here's to my new-found freedom from the tyranny of the boardroom!

Thanks to both of you.

Now that was you, Serena. I just lit the touch paper.

Hurry up, It's fish and chips night. It'll be closed soon.

Oh just five more minutes. I'll buy you an extra large chips?

And a pickled egg? And a giant gherkin?

Deal.

Hey, hey!

-Wow.

-Yes.

Thank you.

I know we got off on the wrong foot but thanks,

for not reporting it.

Don't make a habit of it.

Yes, I probably should've warned you,

they don't make great cocktails here.

I make a wicked mojito.

Crushed ice, fresh mint, lime and a lot of rum.

I'll bear that in mind.

Sorry I'm late. What have I missed?

Cocktail?

Cheers.