Back in the Ring Holby City

Ha. Not bad for an old bloke.

Maybe I do need someone watching my back after all.

And I may be no Action Woman,

but I'd be happy to watch yours in return.

We are equals, after all.

You're not going to let me forget that, are you?

Not on your life.

What is still troubling you?

Those baby blues can't lie, Mr Valentine.

Nothing you can help me with this time.

I just want to get a job. Have some independence.

Clinical audit assistant.

Sounds fancy, right?

And he'd just have to put data into a computer?

Come on, Arthur!

MONITOR BEEPS

I've tried, Sacha.

It's everywhere.

MUSIC: Thunderstruck by AC/DC

Mr Griffin...

Erm, there's just something I wanted to...

..I just wanted to ask.

I'll catch you later, eh?

Henrik.

It's not quite running, of course,

but would you care to walk with me, please?

CAR HORN BLARES

TYRES SQUEAL

HE GASPS

Urgh! Help me...

You're at the wrong door. You'll need to go to A&E.

I think I'm dying!

I am not a nurse or a doctor,

but if you are dying, I can inform someone.

This man needs medical attention.

OK, bear with me, and I'll get someone from A&E.

Can you tell me what your symptoms are, please?

Oh, I've got everything,

You pick a letter, and I've got a symptom that starts with it.

Right. Jason could you ju...?

Jason...!

SHE SIGHS

-You might've warned me.

-I left you a voicemail message.

Texts are quicker.

Texts are the death knell of conversation and human interaction.

Soon we'll be as animals,

doing little more than making squeaking noises at each other.

As I say, texts are quicker.

It'll sound more profound coming from you.

Besides, the team will benefit from your imperious gravitas.

-Are you chatting me up?

-Possibly.

You're up to something.

Well, if you find out what it is, would you inform me?

-Because I'd like to know.

-You're definitely up to something.

Are you really sure you need to make a speech?

It's not a speech. They're just notes.

-It's just that your notes are a bit...

-What?

Nuremberg-y.

You didn't see the way he behaved just now.

The staff need to be made aware of his...idiosyncrasies.

Everyone knows him by now.

It's all right to take coffee out there, isn't it?

A Scotch might be better.

Hm, make mine a double.

So what is it, Henrik? What are you after?

Oh, well, there is the small matter

of the vice-CEO post remaining unfilled.

In a word...no.

But if you'd care to apply, I'll back you to the hilt.

That's kind of you, but I've been there, done that, got the T-shirt.

In fact, I wore the T-shirt

and now I use it to clean my car.

Think of the influence you could have.

Your exceptional cogency and charisma.

I think everyone would benefit.

I think people are waiting for you to start proceedings.

Well, thank you for coming, everyone.

And without further preamble, I will hand over to Mr Griffin.

Let's...remember this...

as a very special occasion.

As a lasting tribute to a fine surgeon...

..and an even finer man.

I give you...

Arthur Digby.

SHE GIGGLES

Sorry...

-This is Lexy Morrell.

-Lexy?

She's fainted and bashed her head.

She's got shortness of breath, her extremities are warm and dilated,

and the Herzig is showing a low mean pressure.

-Sounds like Tinny's malfunctioning.

-Tinny?

Oh, it's her pet name for the Herzig.

You've seen The Wizard Of Oz, right?

Please tell me she's not wearing ruby slippers.

Lexy, it's Mr Valentine. Ollie.

OK, you want to get FBCs, U&Es, LFTs, a blood culture,

a CRP test, a chest X-ray, a CT scan of the Herzig,

and one of the brain, too.

I want to rule out a stroke.

And, Rosy, 100% oxygen via nasal specs, please. Thank you.

Mr Valentine...

-Lexy.

-I fell...

I was upright one minute,

the next I'm lying there, on my back...

..staring at the church ceiling.

Well, it might just be that you fainted.

But obviously the ED was concerned,

given your history with us on Darwin.

And there I was hoping not to see you again.

In the nicest possible way.

You've been following our guidelines, taking your meds?

Are you trying to put me on the naughty step?

I have to rule things out.

Maybe give Tinny a little MOT.

No cutting me open, then?

Not again.

I couldn't bear it.

We'll do our best to make sure that doesn't happen.

-AMERICAN ACCENT:

-We have the technology.

-What was that?

-The Six Million Dollar Man, Steve Austin.

"We can rebuild..." It was a very famous TV show from ages ago.

I wasn't around ages ago.

-Such a shame.

-What?

Not to get a look at a working Herzig.

-Seriously?

-Be great on my portfolio.

Well, let's go back and ask Lexy if she wants more unnecessary surgery.

We've only opened her up, what, four times already.

I bet it was Arthur knocking that plaque off.

Lots to get through today, Dr Copeland. Mind on the job, please.

He would have done it just to make Morven laugh.

Kit...

Hello again.

It's all right, we're cool.

I was out of order last time.

Yeah, and I wasn't at my best, either.

You've got stomach pains.

Yeah, in the mid-point of my inguinal ligament.

Hm... Somebody's been reading Janet And John's Big Book Of Medicine.

I'm doing some night classes.

Trying to put us out of a job?

Could you lift your top up, please?

-So how's the boxing going?

-It isn't.

Oh?

Retired. Never quite made the grade.

Inguinal hernia, you say?

It's agony, having to grin and bear it.

I can't feel a hernia.

Dr Copeland...

Sure you're looking in the right place?

I've a feeling it's inferior and lateral to the pubic tubercle.

No, I can't find a hernia, either.

Maybe it's just a strain. I'm sure that you're fine.

-I'm in pain here.

-And you can definitely feel a lump?

Maybe an overnight, just to be on the safe side.

-Kit, we can't feel anything.

-It's lateral to my epigastric artery.

-Try looking there.

-You've been doing a lot of reading.

I've got to do something now that I've hung up my gloves.

Might make a sports physio.

How did you do this injury?

Was lifting weights. I still train, on and off.

It's a...habit.

I've got serious pains here.

I need scans.

You can't discharge me.

Maybe we should do a few tests.

Order an FBC, U&Es, LFTs and an ultrasound scan.

I'm pretty sure they'll back us up.

So my nephew Jason will be here on secondment

in his role as clinical audit assistant.

Well, he's at a meeting at the moment, but he will be...

CAA on AAU...

ASAP.

Erm...so he will be observing how the ward works,

which will hopefully help stamp out any inefficiency.

Now, you may find him...watching you.

I hope this won't be too awkward.

But he can have a, er...

Yeah, still addressing the nation.

He can have a rather, erm, unnerving stare.

Hello, Jason.

-Oh, is it that time already?

-I wouldn't be here if it wasn't.

Well...welcome.

Erm, everyone.

-Jason.

-Hello.

But don't worry. Today, I will be mostly invisible.

Good. Right, OK, well, let's get on, shall we?

Great speech, Fraulein.

Danke!

Oh, Lou... Could you just keep an eye on him for me, please?

-Never really been my thing.

-Vicars?

No, religion.

Believing in someone

who is supposedly so much better than you are.

Is it really any different from being a big Lady Gaga fan?

There's a healthy difference.

Old gods or new gods, it's all the same to me.

Do you believe?

-In...?

-God.

Or Kim Kardashian. Whichever one takes your fancy.

LAUGHTER

Only when all is lost.

-Ooh, deep.

-Not really.

Shakespearean.

Well, saying that, the only one I know is,

"Let me count the ways that I love thee."

Thing is, you don't know it. Because it's, "How do I love thee?

"Let me the count the ways."

Big brain.

And it's not Shakespearean.

-I hate you now.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Oh!

-Sorry.

-So sorry.

-SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

-Problem solved.

-We should really be better at this.

-Or one of us transfers.

That's a bit drastic.

It popped into the...head.

-Er...so I should get back to...

-Yeah, absolutely.

-..patients.

Looks painful.

-Sorry?

-You and Dr March.

Oh, no, we're just...

..friends now, really.

So I didn't do any good, then.

Telling you to tell her how you felt.

Some things stick. Some things don't.

Gave it a whirl, but hey-ho...

Anyway, moving on...

I'm not convinced you are.

I'm not sure there's much wrong with Tinny.

I feel a "but" coming on.

If there's a malfunction, even just one,

I can't discharge you until I know exactly what's happened.

I can take a few faints.

You're the poster girl for the Herzig, Lexy.

The powers-that-be would never forgive me

if I don't investigate thoroughly.

-I want to go home.

-All in good time, I promise.

Dr Digby deserves better.

-Far better than a cheap plaque.

-I concur.

It's just words on a wall people are going to hurry past.

I want the board to know that this is unacceptable.

Well, if you have a better idea for Dr Digby's memorial,

then put it in writing and I'll take it to the board.

Last time I looked that wasn't my job.

-Then I'm not sure why we're having this conversation.

-Ha-ha...

Oh, so you want to play that game, do you?

In writing, Ric, please.

Some semblance of a concept would be helpful.

I'm snowed under today, you know, doing my job.

And this...

This is not good enough.

Erm, Ms Campbell...

This is Danny Morrison.

-Oh, hello again.

-It's a bit of a mystery, this one.

ED have checked him over but can't find anything.

But Danny's still complaining of severe headaches,

nausea and palpitations,

and burning and tingling sensations on his skin.

Weeks I've had this.

They've suggested he needs monitoring

until we can get to the bottom of what's causing his symptoms.

-It's a brain tumour.

-Only it's hiding.

But it's there, camouflaged to look like brain.

Right, I'm pretty sure there's no such thing.

Right, Danny, let's get you into this bed.

Three different hospitals I've been to.

And none of them can figure this out.

Ms Campbell?

Ah, yes. Well, let's take his pulse and BP.

And I'll need FBC, U&Es and an LFTs.

I think we should order an EEG, as well.

And we should measure his oxygen sats.

-Fine.

-My dad had one.

A tumour.

One minute he was watching me play kickabout,

the next minute he wasn't.

They're hereditary, right?

Genetic.

Ah, Mo.

"Holby's very own Traffic Lite Night,

"for singles and those who love to mingle."

-Yeah. It's just that...

-You going to this?

-Me?

Well, it's for you, isn't it? I mean, people in your state.

-State? I'm in a state?

-You've stalled at the lights, Ollie.

This'll help you get back into gear.

All you need to do is turn your traffic light to green.

Thank you, Mo. Anyway, erm...

Lexy's results are back and she's in the normal zone.

It's just that her cardiac output's increased

and we need to talk through the next step.

Serial killers of the world unite.

Seriously?

Think about it. You're looking for your next victim

and where better to find plenty of candidates?

All of them single and probably living alone.

(No-one to hear you scream.)

We'll have to check the Herzig capacity.

Hopefully, we won't have to replace it.

Yeah. If we do, it will be the new Herzig Six.

State of the art for the heart, my friend.

I'm hoping it won't come to that.

Serial killers?

-Yeah.

-I think it was a joke.

Ho-ho, Mo.

Morven?

It's the first time I've been back on Arthur's ward.

Keller.

It looks the same. Even feels the same.

I'm...truly sorry about earlier.

He would have laughed at that.

He would have gone, "Yeah, that sums up Arthur Digby."

Well, I've been on to Mr Hanssen.

I told him that this is unacceptable.

Can I, erm...ask you something?

Could things have been done...differently?

How did you know I'd ask that, hm?

Everyone does, in this particular situation.

Were there other things that could have been done?

Honest answer?

I don't know.

Go back in time. Play it again.

I have. I still do.

And?

-Perhaps...

-Yes?

Perhaps...we shouldn't have operated.

But...only perhaps.

That can't be all that's left of him.

We did everything that we could think of.

At the time.

Isn't that what we always do?

But this hospital is full of the best people, you know?

Arthur being one of them and...

despite all the training and skills

and years of experience...

..no-one got it right for him.

What if you were tired that day?

-I wasn't.

-We work round the clock.

I was as good as I could be.

Or what if you've become too familiarised with surgery?

I mean, you have your way of doing things, we all have,

but what if...

What if someone else could've been more inspired?

Sorry.

I'm just saying things, I don't...

I don't even know why.

I shouldn't have said that.

I should get back to AAU.

Morven...

..I was as good as I could be.

I know that.

I just need to attach this to your monitor.

Tell me about you and Dr March.

Nothing to tell now.

You were head over heels.

Yes.

Yes, I was. And I liked it.

A lot.

But there's no point thinking about that now. That's just...memories.

Blink of an eye.

"What was that, Mr Valentine?"

"I don't know. It just sped by so fast."

Better to have loved and lost, and all that.

Oh, more Shakespeare. I'm in the presence of culture today.

It's Tennyson. Can I have her obs, please, Dr Burrows?

I'm just getting error messages here.

Sats 99%, resps 20, BP mean 40.

Tinny is malfunctioning on an impressive scale.

Don't say that. Please do not say that.

If we can't find the cause of the malfunction, Lexy,

you know that we might have to replace him.

You can't open me up again.

I know it's going to be difficult, hugely so, but...

really, what other choice do you have?

Therein lies the rub.

Hamlet.

Oh, finally.

You do want the Herzig?

Only if it can be administered orally.

It's much improved. You might not have to come back here.

You and I may never have to meet again.

I'm not on a hinge.

I do appreciate what you're saying.

It's agony afterwards.

-Lexy, if you don't...

-There must be a waiting list.

Let someone else have a chance.

You keep giving me these spare parts

and I keep throwing them back in your face.

We're giving them to you because we want you to have a life.

It's half a life, at best.

I can't do anything remotely adventurous.

I can't even have a drink.

That is a pretty big downside.

Dr Burrows, please, keep your opinions to yourself.

Mr Valentine...

behind those sparkling blue eyes,

there is a sombre matt-grey truth.

You won't tell me,

but you know I might not survive another oper...

-MONITOR BEEPS

-Mr Valentine...

Lexy?

What do I do?

-BEEPING

-Tinny's going haywire.

-She's in heart failure.

-Herzig failure.

-That's my first one.

-Well, don't just stand there admiring it.

We need to recalibrate.

Oxygen on the mask. Quickly, please.

Well?

Nothing. There is no hernia.

But it hurts.

Check again.

I've done all the tests, Kit. You are perfectly healthy.

-Mate, please.

-Look, I can only go on the evidence.

And there is no evidence, if you get my meaning.

-I ain't paying my taxes for this.

-Problem?

Well, the problem is, there is no problem.

It's there, I know it is.

Kit, we've actually done more than we needed to.

-There's no getting away from the results.

-Mr Griffin...

Now, you're wasting my time

and you're wasting this hospital's resources.

Would you please discharge this patient, Dr Copeland?

What's his problem?

Come on, keep looking.

-I'm in agony here.

-I'm sorry, Kit, but we need the bed.

What's so funny?

Just Isaac and everything he says.

Ah, that's my favourite bit, the first flush of love.

Supposedly it can get flushed away, though.

Nice.

-Oh...

-Hands off!

-You don't need two.

-Ten long days.

No break. Keep on trucking.

You're talking quite fast.

-How many of those have you already had?

-Lost count. Maybe seven.

Oh, Sacha, that's too much.

Do you know what? I can taste Colombia. The actual country.

-I think it's on my lips.

-Well, I think you need to take a break.

No, what I need to do is tell Ric Griffin

that his idea of a work rota is absolutely crazy.

You know what? That's like stepping into the ring with Hercules.

I tracked him down to the gym earlier on.

I tried to keep pace with him.

It's like trying to keep pace with a racehorse.

I couldn't speak. Thought I was going to do myself a mischief.

Well, I don't think today's the day for confrontation.

He's just been talking to Morven.

Why don't you send an e-mail?

If you're angry, you need to tell him that you're angry.

All I can do is sympathise and hope that Colombia tastes as nice.

That's a brilliant idea.

I'll send a message. I'll speed-type it, whether I want to or not.

Budge up.

OK...

Like auntie, like nephew.

Can you wear louder shoes, please?

So, who's watching who?

What? Oh, no. No, no, no.

I'm just worried that him watching them

will make them extra diligent and therefore extra slow. That's all.

Danny Morrison's results.

Oh.

And so it seems we have a perfectly healthy man occupying a bed.

Time to ship him out, I'd say.

But he's not healthy.

Ah, but he is. And he's clogging up my system.

He's on pain relief, he's nauseous, he has redness of the skin,

he's tachycardic.

OK, let's talk to him and show him that he's fine.

Stare at him together, shall we?

Danny. Good news. You're sound as a bell.

Right...

Time to find another hospital.

No, Mr Morrison, there's nothing actually wrong with you.

Why am I staggering about with a monumental headache,

not able to feel my fingers?

Well, that could be any number of things, but it's...

I can't function normally.

Please, don't write me off.

OK, we need to reboot the Herzig.

MONITOR BEEPS

Optimising.

Still in PEA.

OK, calibrating

Come on, Tinny...

BEEPING

Obs again.

Still in PEA.

OK, we're going to go again.

BEEPING

Come on, Lexy, don't do this to me.

Not after everything we've been through together.

Obs?

Still...

-Wait.

-STEADY BEEPING

She's back.

Looks like you might get your wish and get to write "Herzig"

in big, bold letters in your portfolio after all.

You mean "Herzig Six".

You don't miss a trick, do you?

Not if I can help it.

Dom...

-A little busy.

-Can you read this for me, please?

-Maybe later.

-I'll send it to your e-mail.

Ric isn't going to know what's hit him.

Oh...

I'm assuming that's an O, as in O negative?

Oh, it's very negative.

I've sent it to Ric by mistake.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

First draft. Slightly choice language.

Use of words he really, really won't like.

He's going to kill me.

-Oh, he's going to rip my head off.

-Oh, stop panicking.

Just hack into his e-mail. Delete it.

-How are you feeling?

-Does that really matter now?

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

I bailed on today's sermon.

What I mean is, I fell over...

landed on my back, ended up staring at the ceiling.

You should have seen it.

It's inspiring.

It was painted with all these amazing...

Anyway...

..I remember smiling as I lay there like a beetle.

Oh, I'm not sure I would be if that was my flock.

It's going to sound corny, but I fell into a shaft of light,

from the stained glass.

I looked down and I was red and green and blue and gold.

You should have seen it.

I think it's my time, Jasmine.

No. That's... That's not what this is.

I've made provisions. Everything is in order.

You mean, prior to today?

I used to have Carl living with me.

But he's moved on.

Quite right.

He's got a life. He's got a baby now.

He'll be catered for.

What are you not telling us?

Don't look so worried.

I've had a good life.

I need to know.

Don't go and spoil it now.

I'm afraid I have to.

I knew Tinny wasn't right.

But that's OK. It really is.

In fact, it's liberating.

It changes the rules.

It makes life so much more fun.

-Fun?

-Mm.

What's your idea of fun?

Well, probably the same as yours.

I had a couple of drinks.

Lexy, you're on warfarin.

To toast what has been.

And what will be.

I need to go and speak to Mr Valentine.

Hm...

Mr Griffin, the ED just phoned. It's Kit.

He's been re-admitted and apparently he's not in a very good way.

-We checked him over. He was fine.

-I concur.

-What happened?

-He got punched in the stomach.

Punched? But he said he'd quit.

I think he said a lot of things that weren't true.

He was desperate for an overnight. I never thought to ask why.

I should have pushed. I should have got to the bottom of it.

Kit?

Kit? Talk me through it.

-What happened?

-Got a...

Got a tap to the...gut.

Let's organise an emergency CT ASAP.

Sounds like he's ruptured something.

And get him something for the pain.

Well, it would be good to record the electrical activity in his brain.

Rule out every possibility.

Which would be a further waste of time.

Oh, how's it going? Anything I can help with?

Toilet break. So probably not.

Probably not.

Erm, I'm pretty sure the patient's having panic attacks.

Once we calm him down, all his symptoms will evaporate.

Ah, Danny this is Mr Self, head of neurosurgery.

At last!

A brain man. So you've seen them before, then?

Them?

The tumours, the ones that are camouflaged.

Er, that would be a first, Danny. Tell me...

HE GAGS

Nothing left to throw up.

Can you take me through your normal day?

Are you eating properly? Sleeping well?

You ever woke up with a gearstick in your back?

-A gearstick?

-I sleep in my car.

I see. Is this for financial reasons?

It's the only place I don't feel ill.

What, it helps alleviate the symptoms?

I'm all right in there.

And when you're out and about, say shopping, or at work...?

What is it you do, may I ask?

I sell broadband.

Mostly to the old folks.

When they need a helping hand, I nip round and get them online.

I'm sure they're most grateful.

Well, at least I keep them in contact with their families

that never visit them. It's a big market.

And is this a full-time job?

It's manic.

There's a lot of lonely old people out there.

I'm raking it in.

Well, my feeling is that we should send you for an MRI.

At last, someone is listening!

And if the MRI comes back negative, it's one for the psyches.

Quite.

This is looking like a leaking aneurism.

The abdomen's full of blood. I can't get a clear view.

The bleeding could be coming from anywhere.

So we're talking life-saving surgery?

Well, lucky for him, you've done this before.

And I know he wouldn't want anyone else.

I'll alert Theatre.

Dr Copeland...

..I'm going to do my level best.

I know you will, Mr Griffin.

But I can't guarantee a positive outcome.

It may not matter what I do.

He may already be lost.

Just wanted someone to know that.

-I'm not sorry.

-We'll talk about that later.

We'll need an ultrasound scan of the liver, please,

to check for signs of cirrhosis.

I just wanted a taste of what I used to have.

You know that feeling, Mr Valentine.

-MONITOR BEEPS

-Her BP's dropping.

If you could, you'd still be with Dr March.

-That's not going to happen.

-BP's still falling.

OK.

I'm going to go and grab Mo.

He won't be long.

It's all right.

I'm ready.

Yeah, erm...

We've definitely got a rupture.

MONITORS BEEP

Mr Griffin?

MONITORS BEEP

POUNDING HEARTBEAT

Mr Griffin, how would you like to proceed?

Mr Griffin, how would you like to proceed?

MONITORS BEEP

Mr Griffin?

You need to call Mr Hanssen.

Now?

Right now.

Right.

Nurse, Mr Hanssen's mobile immediately, please.

I agree with what Guy felt. We need to cover all the angles.

What Guy felt? Guy doesn't feel.

RETCHING

-What on earth...?

-Stop the scan.

We need to get him out of there.

OK, let's get him on his side, please.

-And we don't want him biting his tongue.

-Help me!

You're out of there. All right, all right, you're safe.

You still think he's time-wasting?

HE RETCHES AND COUGHS

Situation report, please.

The CT showed what looked like a leaking aneurism

in the common hepatic artery. But, erm...

I can't get a clear view and I can't control the bleed.

Right, let's clamp the aorta high up, please.

We'll have to cut the blood supply to the hepatic artery off

and then we can confirm or dismiss your theory.

Are you in agreement?

Dr Copeland, would you like to proceed, please?

Very good.

It is the common hepatic artery.

There's definitely an aneurysm.

Right, so, Dr Copeland, next step.

I know we're in the midst of a crisis,

but it's always good to learn.

To tie off the artery?

Ah...

And I have it...tied.

Unclamp the aorta, please.

Anything problematic with the liver? Any other organs?

Nothing that isn't expected.

Right, so now we have to play the waiting game.

See how the liver responds with a venous blood supply.

That's right.

How long should we wait?

Ten minutes?

Make it 15.

I've taken enough chances with Kit today.

Lexy's dipped from the green to the red zone.

Right. Can't delay. We need to get her into Theatre.

-I'll need to bump her up the list.

-Get her prepped, I'll sort it.

-Thank you.

-And stay calm, you're looking nervy and slightly sweaty.

If I open her up again, it could kill her.

-She's practically begged me not to.

-Talk to her again.

Luckily, we got a clear view before he went into convulsion.

Please tell me there isn't a tiny tumour that's barely traceable.

-There is not. No trace whatsoever.

-Ah, there you are, you see?

-I told you he's occupying a bed he didn't need.

-Exactly.

-Well, something set him off.

-Yes, a panic attack.

People hate being in those things at the best of times.

He was smiling when he went in.

It's the calmest he's been since he got here.

So if it wasn't a panic attack, it must have been the MRI.

What, seriously? Oh, come on!

He had a pseudo seizure because he's convinced himself that he's ill.

Well, how about this...?

Serena Campbell - Occam's razor.

-Hm?

-For every accepted explanation of a phenomenon,

there are an incomprehensible number

of possible and more complex alternatives.

You can be on my quiz team!

There's another answer to this. I'm convinced of it.

Are we ready?

Remove the swab, Dr Copeland, please.

Well, the liver is being supplied, albeit at a reduced level.

Let's close him up. He'll need serial LFTs and clotting, please.

He was a boxer, you said?

He was. He isn't any more.

If I could get a look at him, I could see what's wrong.

-And then what?

-I'll fix it. Fix you.

I am tired of being fixed.

I'm like a tyre with a permanent puncture.

But there's a chance, Lexy.

And surely that's better than just lying here waiting...

It's time to leave my heart alone.

-Lexy.

-Yes?

Earlier, I was desperate to get you into Theatre.

Not many F1s get to see a Herzig up close and personal.

That's all I could think about - myself.

You're young, it's allowed.

I've realised it's not about that.

Well, that's two votes to one, by my reckoning.

Is it, now?

Landslide victory.

Lexy, a lot of people come in here hoping not to die.

Some arrive without a prayer, it's already too late.

But you are not one of them, and I'm not about to let you be.

Are you trying to boss me?

Someone has to.

Thank you, Henrik.

You're very welcome.

Now, what does this patient mean to you?

The same as any other patient.

No, you were a little fraught in Theatre.

He was a young man I thought I might not be able to save.

May I suggest something?

You're going to anyway.

You were thinking of Dr Digby.

-Was I?

-I mean, you were mourning him.

Aren't we all?

A few moments ago, he was in Theatre with you.

Has this been going on for a while?

Are you taking a part-time course in psychiatry?

I think you might've missed a few lessons.

It's perfectly understandable, of course.

But you were at your very best that day.

You did everything you could.

But today, I froze. The worst thing a surgeon can ever do.

I literally could not move. Couldn't think.

Not clearly.

That happens to the best of us.

Even to you?

Oh, take it from me, Ric,

sometimes even magnificence doesn't bring you much joy.

People die.

Despite our very best efforts.

But you mustn't blame yourself, not when so many other people need you.

HE MUTTERS

ERROR TONE

Holby's finest?

ERROR TONE

HE MUTTERS

ERROR TONE

KNOCK AT DOOR

I don't think you're going to find the password down here.

I can't crack it, Dom.

You've got time. So drink your coffee, get the brain buzzing.

I'll be back shortly.

OW!

Ooh. With aspirin.

Where's the brake on this thing?

We really can't delay any longer.

I just want to say one thing.

Any chance of a glass of wine first, a bit of fortification?

You can celebrate with orange juice later.

That's really not very tempting.

You just need to re-educate your palate.

Here's the deal.

If I have to, so do you.

Me?

You know what I'm talking about.

And this is the thing I want to leave you with.

Move on, Oliver.

Or you'll be thinking the same thoughts this time next year.

Charades. What joy(!)

The patient reacted severely to the MRI.

Slight understatement.

The only place he can find sanctuary is when he's in his car.

Please don't draw a car.

But as soon as he's at work, his symptoms kick off again.

How about this? What if he's got electromagnetic hypersensitivity?

I don't believe that's a recognised condition.

Well, I looked it up, and it is, by the World Health Organisation.

But there's no hard scientific evidence.

If he's selling and fitting broadband all day, every day,

it's possible that he's overexposed himself in some way.

And if he has developed an allergy to electromagnetic signals,

then they're everywhere. Especially in an MRI scanner.

And how are you going to prove it?

By turning the Wi-Fi off. All of it.

Holby practically runs on Wi-Fi.

Then we have to create a Wi-Fi-free environment.

And if he improves, then I'm right.

I haven't the faintest idea how you'd achieve that.

Neither do I. But I'll bet a certain someone's nephew does.

Eric...

Riffin...

Rice...

Riffing!

Yes!

I will. I'll do it. I warned you.

I'm at that point. It's your call.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Put the paper knife down. We're here to heal, Mr Levy.

I hate you.

Of all the computers in the entire world,

YOU are indeed the worst of your kind.

She's right, she's almost on a hinge. That was far too easy.

The native heart looks in remarkable shape.

OK, we need to put her on bypass so that I can switch off the Herzig.

Are we on?

That's a fitted Herzig?

Focus, Jasmine.

Uh, yes we're on bypass.

Let's switch Tinny off...

Hold on, could we take her off bypass, please?

-What are you doing?

-The native heart looks good.

I want to see how it gets on without the assist.

It looks like it's beating better without Tinny. What's the TOE?

Very strong.

All the walls are contracting well.

It's healed.

This is incredible.

It's not even Lexy's original heart and it's regenerated.

A transplant organ that was rejected.

Now that's something for my portfolio.

It's practically a miracle.

The Herzig's been doing more damage than good.

OK, change of plan, everyone.

But if...she rejected this heart when it was transplanted,

you can't trust it, surely?

This isn't a discussion, Jasmine.

But..."we have the new technology".

Very cute.

OK, let's get her back on bypass, please.

We have one explant coming up.

And no more Tinny.

Maybe I've got more faith than you.

Jason, could I have a moment of your valuable time?

Please.

Thank you.

Now, how would I go about switching off all the Wi-Fi on AAU?

Impossible.

Good, that's that, then.

Hang on. Hang on.

-Oh, now, Bernie, I did my best.

-Tell me about the Wi-Fi in here.

It emanates from a server room and services the entire hospital.

And?

There will be multiple routers in the walls and above ceiling tiles.

Why?

Well, I want to isolate a patient from exposure to the Wi-Fi.

It's a hare-brained scheme, I know, but...

You should learn to explain more clearly.

I can do that for you.

Are you coming or not?

Neither of you move very quickly, do you?

The operation was a complete success.

And you'll be amazed to know that your native heart has healed.

So much so, in fact, that your elongated trip to Oz

is now officially over.

That's Tinny?

And I'm sitting up and talking to you?

All you had to do was click your heels.

Well...your ribs.

It's quite remarkable. Something I've only ever read about.

There are surgeons at the end of long and distinguished careers

that never get to see something like this.

I feel...very privileged.

And this is me for good now?

For very good. Now, I'll follow up with an echocardiogram.

I'll probably ask for CMR and an ETT.

Sorry, that's a cardiovascular...

Let me just hear what my life is going to be like now.

Fewer rules, fewer meds.

Obviously, you'll need to go carefully,

but it's a new lease of life.

The real quote is, "Aye, there's the rub."

Not many people know that.

Ah. I hadn't heard that one.

Oh, come on. Everyone knows that.

I'm joking, Dr Valentine.

Just like to keep you on your toes.

I can see you two are going to have some fun together.

This is called a dynamo sticker.

Right, and that's the one you need, is it?

I can disconnect the cable for this room.

It will prevent the router

from telling the Wi-Fi to broadcast in here.

There'll still be Wi-Fi from all the other rooms

but the signal should be considerably less.

Right. Good. Well done, down you come.

That's it.

He's done it.

Right. We've created a temporary new home for you. Better than the car.

Just. It should be a relatively Wi-Fi-free environment.

I don't understand.

We believe that you've developed a very contemporary allergy.

If your symptoms fade while you're in here, we'll have a better idea.

Since when has Wi-Fi been dangerous?

Let's call it a modern malaise.

Better not be catching.

I need to renew my wine club membership.

CHUCKLING

I ain't going to get better?

You will but you can't risk any internal damage

because the blood supply to your liver has been compromised.

This is sick.

The next few weeks are going to be tough while

-we wait for your liver to shrink.

-Kit...

..I called your gym earlier.

They said that you had a fight tonight.

I'm guessing that you didn't want to get into that ring.

Did you?

That's why you wanted an overnight here.

It's OK, you don't have to talk to us if you don't want to.

It's fine.

Yeah, I kept losing but I kept dreaming as well.

Until my trainer...

He told you that he was going to put you up against

a rising up-and-comer. I'm guessing that you figured out

that he was only throwing you in there to make him look good.

Maybe...

What round?

He was going to knock me out in the sixth.

The fight was rigged?

I wasn't running from the fight, I was running from being told to lose.

That's not me.

That's grossly unfair.

It's a way of building up a new fighter's reputation.

You give them a perfect track record

and that way, you can engineer the big fight.

You know your stuff.

You know your stuff.

All that medical knowledge earlier...

When you get hit as much as I was,

you need to know what it's doing to your body.

You could've just walked away.

Money's money.

Which means I'm broke now.

Brassick.

Can't even pay for my night class.

No sign of nausea, no increased heart rate, fingers feel fine,

BP is perfect. We have here basically a fine physical specimen.

I'll be straight back in here the minute I step outside.

It is a condition that divides neurosurgeons,

though the only way we can test it is to draw up some guidelines.

There's no cure?

Apparently not.

Not yet anyway. Preventative measures at best.

You'll have to find some areas

where there's no electromagnetism or Wi-Fi.

How much are Geiger counters?

I'm thinking barns are good.

Barns?!

To live in. In farms, say, in the middle of fields.

What about my job? All those lonely OAPs that need me!

Well, they're going to have to get technical without you, Danny.

And hang onto their savings.

I made a small fortune from it!

Spend it on a barn.

Look, I mean, sometimes I think of getting away from it all.

Oh, we can but dream.

You wanted a proposal? How about this?

I am all ears.

We set up an academy.

An outreach programme to attract doctors, nurses, HCAs,

physios and so on.

We establish an access programme to facilitate recruitment of people

from deep within the community.

The Arthur Digby Foundation.

That's no small matter.

Well, nor should it be.

But you asked for an idea, that's my idea.

And it's better than a cheap plaque.

Yes, that's all well and good but you should bear in mind that you

have no real standing or power.

Don't I?

Nothing that'll hold weight. No.

You're a wily old fox.

You knew what I'd have to do.

I assume you're referring to the role of vice-CEO.

It wouldn't surprise me if it was you who loosened the screws

-on that plaque.

-Oh, no. DIY isn't quite my forte.

All the same, I'm putting myself forward. I want that position.

In which case, I have nothing to add, except "after you".

We'll go and see the board together.

Didn't you just say that I didn't have the standing, and that

everything had to be in writing?

Did I? I don't recall that.

Looking for love at one of those things

is like being at the fairground playing hook the duck.

You grab at anything,

hoping the lucky number's painted on its backside.

Why's it even called a Traffic Lite Night anyway?

You wear badges like traffic lights.

Red is for no, green is go.

Not that I've been. Friends go.

Friends?

Look at me. At this.

Do you really think I need to go to that sort of thing?

No, you just seemed a bit, er, defensive.

No. Not me, no way, no how.

Anyway, it's you that brought it up.

After the year I've had? Single till I die!

Hang on, here he comes, look lively.

-I've finished collating.

-Excellent.

Patients are waiting for more than an hour to be moved or discharged.

They aren't able to go home, so new patients aren't able to be

transferred because Ms Campbell...

It's Serena, Jason.

..isn't signing off her patients' discharge papers in time.

This is causing a backlog because you take too much time over this.

Hang on, let me get this right.

You're saying I'm the root of the problem?

You have spent a lot of the day staring at me,

when you could have been working.

Serena.

< SHE SNORTS

Sorry. Sorry.

You go left, I go right.

Do that, we collide.

Well spotted, Mr Valentine.

Tangle of limbs avoided.

Were you serious about transferring?

No, not remotely.

Good. I don't think it should come to that.

I mean, we are both grown-ups, after all.

Yes. Yes, we are.

But if you need me, as a friend,

you mustn't think I'll imagine it's some sort of a way back to you.

Thank you.

I'll always care...

..but there are just... many ways of doing that.

Same here.

Good. I think it's called, um, "moving on".

Well, then, after you, Mr Valentine.

Typical isn't it?

You wanted an overnight - now you've gone and got your wish.

Need to keep my big mouth shut.

-Kit...

-Save it.

I know you, but there ain't nothing you can say or do.

Listen, I'm working on an open access staffing initiative.

Under this scheme, I'm soon going to be looking for nurses,

doctors and, in your case, physios.

We're going to call it the Arthur Digby Foundation.

And I'd like you to apply.

I'd have to have a think about it.

Come on. You worked here as a porter, you clearly like medicine,

you know the world. All I'm saying is, come out swinging.

Sometimes it's the only option we have.

Mr Griffin.

Just to make you aware...

Of the e-mail?

Yes. It was sent in haste.

Written by an Anglo-Saxon, judging by some of the language.

I've been working round the clock.

Sacha, look, I get it. And for what it's worth...

..you're better when you show some steel.

Am I?

Nothing wrong with the old one-two.

Absolutely not. No way.

I'll work on the old fists.

What was that?

I'm not entirely sure.

But I think he got the point.

Gone are the days of simply buying a woman a drink

and asking her what she wants for breakfast.

That actually worked?

Not nearly as often as one would've liked.

You're malfunctioning.

Ah, I'm never going to bag myself a serial killer now.

Just my hormones. And they are telling me to get off home.

Enjoy it. While you can.

You weren't staring at Jason all day.

-And anyway, it was out of care for him.

-I'm still to blame.

You take your time with every patient.

That's good practice, not bad.

Keep talking, I'm beginning to believe you.

Honestly, Nuremberg-y Campbell. You're a natural leader.

The staff love you... What's this?

Oh, good heavens.

Right, just to be clear, I'm on red all night.

Oh, hello, that is red for Shiraz, please, two large.

"Death is nothing,

"but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily."

Napoleon.

I think he'd prefer it crooked.

It catches the eye better that way.

Don't you think?