Indefensible Holby City

-He got the kids to write statements supporting his case.

-Ouch.

Hi. Welcome back. Now, everyone's here for you.

If you need to take some time out, just ask.

Sacha, no!

I had to make you safe.

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

Essie, I had to make you safe.

-Get the bloods...

-We expected you here over three minutes ago.

We might have to open her up in here.

Theatre won't suffice these days?

Occupied with a gamma nail. Sally Tyler, RTC victim.

Car swerved in front of her, apparently.

-How many weeks pregnant?

-36.

So, hardly suitable fare for the trauma unit?

Obs and gynae are elbow deep in a crash section.

Right, let's take her for this FAST scan.

I don't think we'll be able to stabilise her if we wait.

-There's fluid in the abdomen.

-Prepare for a trauma laparotomy.

Ms Wolfe, you should wait for obs and gynae, please.

She's shocked. If we wait, she and the baby will die.

Two big swabs and a knife, please.

Yes. Yes, that's a great idea.

Yeah?

Yeah. Yeah getting away together.

Taking the girls out of their routine.

I meant...just you and me.

And I was about to say, wouldn't it be great if we got away together?

Just you and me.

A bit of healing time.

Healing?

Come on, Sacha.

You can't kid me.

I'm fine.

You're not fine.

I know you, remember?

It's just...

Well, I'm certainly not fine.

Which is all the more reason why we need to book ourselves a holiday.

Just you and me. Time for us.

Us time.

We've only got a couple of minutes.

Roberts times two and scissors, please.

OK, ready.

Where the hell are Paediatrics?

It's OK. We've got this, Serena.

BABY CRIES

-OK.

-Lots of big packs please.

Let's get her upstairs as quickly as possible,

make sure this baby's got a mum.

Good call.

Girl power.

Listen up, guys! Heart and lungs are in transit.

Fast prep required, ETA less one hour.

Er, it's 48 minutes.

Exciting! Can I scrub in?

No, you have the important job of keeping this ward

ticking over whilst the big guns are in theatre.

So, I'm in charge of the ward?

Which means don't touch anything, don't break anything,

don't set off any alarms and most important,

don't let any of the patients die. And that includes Dudley.

Lucy Parker had a kidney transplant, 16 months ago.

Her GP recorded that her urine output has fallen

and that she was starting to feel a little run down.

-Hi, Lucy.

-Hi.

-I'm Mr Levy. I'm Consultant General Surgeon.

-May I?

-Yeah.

-Any pain from your new kidney?

-No.

Any flu-like symptoms, any shortness of breath?

No, nothing obvious.

Well, you look in great shape.

I have to look after myself.

Lucy runs the council complaints department.

Ow, that's a tough job.

Local politics. Another day, another dogfight.

These kidney function tests can be a slightly erratic.

So, let's run calcium, potassium, ESR and CRP levels,

and we'll take another look.

-OK.

-I'll see you in a bit.

-See you.

-Hi.

-Hey.

How about Fuerteventura?

-Yes! Yes, love it!

-It'll be hot.

It'll be scorching, but we can lie by the pool.

We can drink jugs of sangria, we can read novels.

Oh, we could eat for England.

I was thinking of a windsurfing school.

Windsurfing?

Or kite surfing.

The island is the world capital of kite surfing.

I did not know that.

You don't fancy it?

Yeah. Yes!

I mean, you know me and water sports.

I mean obviously, not the whole time.

OK.

I know what you're thinking.

This in a wet suit.

It's not the ideal combination.

I tell you what.

France.

-France.

-Yeah!

Well, we could...

Go by car, tour the regions, drink lots of wine.

Yeah, right. That sounds nice.

No, what were you going to say?

Hiking.

-Across the Pyrenees.

-Yes!

We could go...hiking.

-A compromise...

-Work in progress, eh?

Thanks for partnering me on the trauma unit.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Sorry I was late. Mikey was kicking off again.

Maybe best to leave home at home, Fletch.

Yeah, course. Sorry. OK, bays one and four.

-The driver and passenger involved in the RTC earlier.

-Thanks.

I can take it if you need to be elsewhere?

Cameron?

Madre.

So, it's just you and me, Mr Drake, eh?

I can see you're booked in for a chest X-ray

before your sternal wire removal.

Go on. Tell us.

Tell you what?

How old are you?

Ah, well, it's not about age, Mr Drake. It's about knowledge.

Knowledge comes with years.

Anyone who's been alive a few decades will tell you that.

I'm a doctor. That's all you need to know.

And I'm a rat catcher. So?

Rat catcher?

Squirrel catcher. Fox catcher. Mice, rats, hornets.

Wasps. Caught them all.

Killed them all. Doing it 67 years.

Man and boy.

You really killed all those things?

Pest Control Operative, 67 years.

How long you being doing this, a fortnight?

Five years med school.

You just left school!

Well, I'm an F1 so, yeah, technically, this is my first...

How old?

Like I said, what does it matter?

Come on, how old?

I'm 24.

My pacemaker's older than you are!

And that is relevant how?

I'll tell you how when you go and get me a proper doctor.

Well, I'm sure later, you can see a consultant...

I want an old man.

Bald, hairs growing out of his ears and nostrils.

Grey hair.

I want someone who looks like a doctor, not Little Red Riding Hood.

Is that the best you can do?

Injuries seem fairly superficial,

just minor abrasions and lacerations.

You've got a nose bleed, Cam.

I'm fine, honestly.

Just see to...

Keeley?

Hi, Bernie.

It's been a while.

Are you in a lot of pain?

Although alcohol's a pretty good analgesic.

How do you know each other? Old friends?

Bernie took me in for a while,

when hospital accommodation became too much.

Keeley was my long-suffering registrar for a good three years.

Still can't quite escape the feeling that I'm a bother even now.

I'm just confused, that's all.

I know, it's crazy, right? We were both at this orthopods party.

Some of my F1 guys invited me, Hatsy, Travs, you remember that lot?

I thought they made you uncomfortable

since your ignominious dropping out of medical school.

I couldn't believe it, when I bumped into him there.

How much I'd grown, right?

Anyway, I'd embarrassingly drunk a bit too much, so...

Everyone else was off their face. I said I'd run her home.

You were driving?

Pretty nasty conditions out there today.

Yeah, exactly. There was a gust of rain.

I just lost control.

Total accident.

She is OK?

That pregnant woman.

We've just delivered her baby prematurely.

But, she's stable.

And the baby?

The baby will be absolutely fine.

Right, your FAST scan is negative,

but you are extremely sore in the left flank,

so I'd like to get a CT just to be on the safe side.

And I'll organise you some pain relief.

And you, young man,

I suppose we better get your face cleaned up, hadn't we?

Safe.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

All these months I've been wanting to see him.

Be careful what you wish for, eh?

Serena, would you mind overseeing the trauma unit

and let me deal with Jenson Button?

-He's a relative.

-I know, but he's not seriously injured

and that means he has to talk to me.

Sure, of course.

Mr Hanssen wants to talk to us this afternoon.

To be honest, I don't want to talk about it.

-I know.

-Well, it can't change the outcome, can it?

It's just a debrief with the two of us, OK?

Low key, confidential.

Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!

You two. My heroes.

I am so glad to see you!

Come on! We're doing it. Big group hug thing. Come on!

Wow, Mel. You're back at work. You look incredible.

Nothing like a near-death experience to make you appreciate life!

And of course we've got that Hanssen thing later.

Yeah, um... It's great to see you.

You look amazing.

But I really must get back.

No, no, no! I have something for you. It's a surprise.

Maybe now is not the right time to...

Rubbish! After the operation, I was lying up in Neurology,

thinking about you two, what you did for me.

How brave you both were.

Well, Essie's the one you should be thanking.

You! You were great. Fearless.

I don't know how you did it.

And this one. This big, beautiful man.

We both owe our lives to him.

You really don't owe me anything at all.

I do.

Essie, you are a special sort of woman.

And lucky.

What?

Don't you worry, I've got all the meaty gossip on you two love birds,

tying the knot.

-You do?

-Which is why I made something for you.

You ready?

Ta-da!

So, are you thinking of going back, to medical school?

Why do you ask?

You stayed away from that crowd, those parties, for...

..so long after you dropped out.

I don't know.

But you're thinking about it?

I think about a lot of things, Mum. I'm a thinking kind of guy.

Yes, I remember your teenage Nietzsche phase.

Do you?

I'm amazed.

You said...

You said there was drinking at the party?

Yeah, sort of standard fare, Mum.

Were you?

Oh, God. Here we go.

Cameron, I have to ask.

I have to with everything that happened before.

That was before.

OK.

OK, I'm sorry.

No, no, it's not good enough.

Cameron.

I need Buttons.

That's what you always gave me,

when I was upset because you were going away.

You'd put Milky Buttons under my pillow,

and spray it with your perfume.

-Remember?

-Yes. Yes, I do.

It's only a model.

The real thing will be big, and you'll be able to see blood

on the operating table and everything.

It's... It's unbelievable.

You're so sweet!

I look at you, Sacha Levy, and I see...

date and walnut with coffee icing.

You do?

I do. I'm like a cake psychic.

I can tell a person's favourite cake just from looking at them.

And you, big boy, you like a mouthful.

You like crunch, texture, flavour...

Everything crashing away in there all at once.

Am I right, or am I right?

Well, now you come to mention it...

Whereas Miss Essie...

You are vanilla sponge through and through.

And, come your big day, I will dazzle you and your guests.

If you'd like to come this way, we can talk in my office.

Ms Wolfe, your lad's very keen to be discharged

so I thought you might want to...

OK.

Hello, Bernie Wolfe, head of the trauma unit.

It's regarding the RTC. They want to interview Cameron.

Apparently a witness said the car was veering quite significantly.

The breathalyser came back negative.

The breathalyser tests for alcohol, not drugs.

We're waiting on the blood results.

Well, unfortunately the patient has a nosebleed that indicates

a possible facial fracture,

so I'm afraid he's going to need a CT scan before any interview.

Um...

I think the police have quite a few other cases they need to attend to.

It's the NHS. I'll ask radiology to prioritise,

but there's only so many scanners. Sorry.

She is full of life.

I know!

That cake!

It was sweet though, wasn't it?

I mean, after everything she's been through.

Did you see it?

Sacha the surgeon doing a bowel resection in fondant icing!

With little Nurse Essie in baggy scrubs.

Well, it was different..

You're seriously not telling me you want a novelty cake at our wedding?

Of course I don't want a novelty cake at our wedding!

It was a nice gesture. It was, it was.

Yeah, quick as you can. That would be great.

OK, thanks. Bye-bye.

I think I should probably handle this.

But I deal with police liaison matters.

Yeah, but not in the case of your own son.

I performed a full examination on him,

I didn't see any sign of facial fracture.

And if this trauma unit is to have any chance at success,

then we really do need to keep the police on side.

Yes, yes and we will, but I want to make sure that he's well enough

before they give him the third degree.

Are you worried?

Worried? No, no, I'm not worried.

But they can wait a small amount of time.

OK?

OK.

Keeley? Keeley.

Was Cameron doing something at the party last night

that I should know about?

Bernie, I just bumped into him at the party.

I wasn't exactly with him.

OK, Cam, you're coming with me.

I still need bed three's bloods back,

and I prescribed 500 mgs of amoxicillin for Mr Cork

-and he still hasn't had it.

-Sorry.

-It's fine.

Ah, I know you. You work in AAU.

Yeah. Um... I'm actually.

What you doing here?

Well, it's my day off,

and I'm doing a research project

studying the benefits of various complementary health therapies.

Is Ms Effanga around anywhere?

Heart and lung transplant.

Oh, right.

So, is this like a way to rack up extra credit,

fast-track you onto another rotation?

No, it's research that I'm really interested in.

I've got a whole list of patients who would really benefit from it.

Mo knows all about it, so don't worry.

OK. So, on your day off you come into the hospital where you work,

to do more work.

-Yeah, like I said, it's research I'm doing, so...

-Right.

Anyway, do we have a Mr Drake?

Dudley Drake?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Slow motion. There are no batteries in this.

The police are here about your crash.

Yeah, that's normal, right?

A witness said you were veering all over the place.

That is the definition of slipping, mother.

Don't get clever with me, Cameron.

My neck's on the line just being down here.

The breathalyser was negative.

It didn't test for drugs, though.

Were you taking drugs at the party, Cameron?

Right, OK.

In your language then, were you off your face?

Oh, come on. Do I look like I'm off my face?

You look like you did when you were four

when you denied stealing that gobstopper, even though your mouth had turned blue.

Oh, yeah, I've always been such a burden.

Not like darling Charlotte.

The police can trace any drugs in your system from the blood tests.

And they want to interview you, properly, on the record.

Interview me, again?

So for the last time,

did you do drugs at that party before driving?

No, I did not.

OK.

OK.

Good.

Sorry.

I'll tell radiology we don't need that scan and I'll get you upstairs.

Mum?

Now I know you've had this a hundred times before.

Ultrasound.

Just going to check if there's any inflammation in your kidney, OK?

It's going to be a little cold.

Kidney disease and diabetes can often be related.

Yeah, it runs in the family.

Right, it's a bit narrow, but nothing to worry about.

I come from a long line of diabetics

whose arteries are as wide as angel-hair spaghetti.

I love angel hair spaghetti. Haven't eaten that in ages.

Sorry.

No, please, don't worry. I'm sick of talking about kidneys.

My whole life...

In my family it's a major topic.

Good. All done.

Now, any of your siblings have...

My little brother. He's still on dialysis.

Still on the waiting list.

You're very lucky.

Easier match.

Extremely lucky, actually. You've got a very perky looking kidney.

Right, we're just going to wait on the test results. OK. Good.

You know when you ask someone if they're OK and they say "I'm fine",

-and you know actually they're not really?

-Yes.

Well, you don't really want to know if they're fine.

You're just asking out of politeness.

But you're kind of hoping that they will say "I'm fine".

What are you talking about?

OK, I'm just going to ask.

Is everything OK between you and Essie.

Yeah, yeah, sure! We're f...

We're fine.

-It's nothing a holiday away won't fix.

-OK.

I don't understand.

I'm sorry.

Why would you say you were driving if Keeley was?

She was drunk, Mum.

She'd be done for DUI, she'd never practice as a surgeon again.

She's 40, she's old enough to make her own mistakes.

You're 25. You've got your whole future ahead of you.

Yes, and I'm sober. The most I'll get is dangerous driving.

That's enough. That's enough to stop you going back to med school.

You put those words in my mouth.

Well, what the hell were you doing at the medics party, then?

I dunno. I...

Why were you there, and why are you taking the rap for Keeley Carson?

None of this makes any sense!

-OK, fine. I was at the party because of Keeley.

-What?

I was with her.

I was there with Keeley.

We're together, and I really love her, Mum.

-But she's married!

-Not happily.

Oh, well, that's all right, then.

That's rich!

I don't know what I'd do if she went to prison.

Cameron, you're asking too much

if you expect me to go along with this charade.

Please, I've done what I've done, don't interfere.

I don't want us to argue, Mum.

Since the divorce...

..believe it or not, I've enjoyed seeing you today.

I'm dying, aren't I?

No.

Preparing me, right? Send an angel, get me all ready.

Say my sorrys. Get stuff off me chest.

No. You are not going...

..to Heaven? Bloody right I'm not.

Where I'm going it's all coal fires and sharp sticks.

Should've sent a bloody grey squirrel, not an angel.

I'm not an angel.

I'm just doing some research into complementary therapies.

I am actually a doctor as well.

Well, then I can tell you something to put into your research.

I'm sick to me back teeth of living.

Pease don't say that, Mr Drake.

It hurts, living. It's painful.

Every day it's a new form of agony.

Something else packs-up. It's me feet. It's me heart.

It's me bowels. It's me bladder.

Spent me whole life dealing out death.

Every day, watching animals die.

I'm not afraid of death. Bring it on, I say.

I'm really not here to help you die.

So, don't bother with me feet.

Just yank-out all these wires and tubes out and let me die.

You'd make an old man happy. Life's bloody embarrassing these days...

Can you please stop talking about dying?!

I'd be happier dead. Just trying to take a wizz is a major event.

Just yank them all out, stab me in the heart.

A timely death would be a blessing.

Had I missed anything?

Sorry?

No facial fracture?

No, no. You were right.

Sorry if I was a little brusque, earlier.

I quite understand. You're his mum. Better safe than sorry.

The police?

Oh, they're just interviewing your old reg.

Excuse me? I'm sorry, this is going to have to wait.

Ms Campbell permitted me to interview her.

I'm the head of the trauma unit, not Ms Campbell,

and my patient is in shock.

Bern, I'm fine.

I'll notify you when she is ready to be interviewed. All right?

Right.

What the hell are you playing at with my son?

So, on Miss Watson's first day back,

I simply wanted to see if there was anything specific about the event

that anyone wished to air.

Or perhaps you'd prefer it if I spoke to each of you individually?

I just want to say thank you.

A big thank you to Nurse Harrison and Mr Levy for rescuing me.

I was terrified, and without these two,

who knows what would've gone down?

Yes, I'd be interested to know if you feel there's anything

we could do to stop this happening again?

Wasn't the hospital's fault.

We were going to give him some more drugs, weren't we?

But he'd left the ward. Maybe if we'd been quicker...

That was his choice.

Like injecting himself with heroin in the first place.

You wanted to help him.

He was an addict in withdrawal.

I can't help feeling that he would have had a chance to get clean,

if he'd been given the chance.

If...

If?

Well, if...

What Essie's trying to say, Mr Hanssen,

is that Ivor would be alive today if I hadn't barged in,

if I hadn't pushed him onto broken glass.

If I hadn't intervened.

He'd be alive today.

You're an F2, and a patient made you cry!

Even I know a doctor's supposed to have sharp teeth and a thick skin.

I'm sorry. Sometimes...

Sometimes I just cry easily, that's all.

A grumpy old geezer has a pop at you,

that's not a reason to cry.

He said he wants to die.

That he'd be happy dead.

Happier than he is alive.

And that is so sad.

Yeah, but they all say that, old people, at some point.

Then the next minute they're as happy as a chipmunk on laughing gas.

It's called getting old.

Believe it or not, it happens to us all.

No, it doesn't.

What?

Getting old.

We don't all get old.

Well, unless you live fast, die young.

Or just die young.

He offered to swap.

Before I could stop him, he'd already told the police

that he'd been driving.

You need to tell them the truth, that you were driving.

I've already confirmed that Cameron was the one driving.

Do you really want to exacerbate this with a perjury charge?

Somehow I think that would be the lesser of two evils.

Though obviously not for you.

Did I do something to you, Keeley?

When you were training under me, because I just can't fathom...

Bernie, this is not about you.

..what a sophisticated forty-something woman

sees in my feckless 25-year-old son.

Oh, I don't know, Bernie, maybe all the things you can't.

Yes, maybe it is to a fault, but he's a kind, kind person.

And maybe he doesn't forgive easily,

but that's because he loves in the most unguarded way.

And people have let him down.

People have been absent from his life.

Don't... Don't you dare say another word.

You know bugger all!

Well, he knows more than you think.

I'm sorry, what is that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Do you think it is a coincidence

that he is dating someone of my age, Bernie?

That he needs that kind of security?

Right, you don't get to lecture me until you tell the police the truth.

Mum! I said I was handling this.

I asked you to stay out of it.

Cameron, this is ludicrous. If you don't...

No, if YOU don't. If you don't respect my...

Our decision...

..I'm done.

I'll be out of your life, forever.

There you are. I need you to look at Lucy Parker's kidney function test.

It's getting worse. It's deteriorated by 20% now.

-Did she bring her prescription meds in with her?

-I'll get them.

So, what are you thinking?

I'll know more when I see her meds.

It's strange the function's so poor.

Serum bicarbonate's down. We could give sodium bicarbonate.

It's like watching a shaman reading the runes.

She hasn't been taking her steroids.

-Her prednisolone.

-How can you tell?

-Pharmacist instinct.

Most prescription drugs are given in two month supplies.

Lucy was prescribed prednisolone in April,

ergo she's been skipping her 'roids.

You don't know that for sure.

No, and she probably won't admit it.

Only a biopsy will show the truth.

Thanks for cooperating with the police.

I don't know what that boy's thinking.

-I don't know what goes through his head sometimes.

-Well...

He's in a relationship with Keeley.

What?

Wow! OK. That's um...

It's my fault.

It is.

If I hadn't been so focused elsewhere when he was growing up.

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

Just been to Obs and Gynae to check on Sally Tyler

and they said that Cameron saved her and her baby.

-What?

-Yes, before they got there, she was unconscious.

Cameron performed mouth to mouth and resuscitated her.

Saved her life.

Sacha, are you OK? I'm not blaming you...

Let's just get this done, shall we?

OK. You could just ask her if she's skipping her meds.

I'm going to, but I have to do the biopsy too because that's protocol.

Then I can ask the questions and see the evidence of a test.

I know, but...

I trust your instincts, you know that. But some patients do lie.

Hi, Lucy.

Now, I know you know you've been through this before,

but we're just going to insert a biopsy needle

into the core of your kidney,

take a tiny bit of tissue out and then send it to the lab.

You're taking quite a cocktail of pharmaceuticals.

Just another pill-popping Parker.

Should've seen what my dad had to take.

When he went down the stairs, he sounded like maracas.

This won't hurt.

Do you always take your prescriptions?

Yeah, of course.

-No mistakes? No slip-ups?

-Nope.

None of the cocktail you're missing out on?

No.

Or favouring?

No.

Right.

You have an expanding subcutaneous haematoma.

Now that might stop soon. but if it doesn't,

I'm just going to have to pop you into theatre and deal with it.

-OK?

-OK.

You really don't have to do that. It's your day off.

I know but I don't know what to do with myself at home,

so that's why I'm doing this research.

Seriously, I would just take every opportunity to sleep.

Sleep, sleep and more sleep.

If I was you, I would just kick my shoes off,

roll onto my sofa bed and...

Yeah, I get it. Sleep.

Sofa bed?

Yeah, sub-letting. Sleeping in the living room of a flat share until...

Well, until they chuck me out,

or I get bored of sleeping where my housemates eat takeaway and fart,

which is why I take every opportunity to sleep

when I get the place to myself.

That must be... That must be really hard, doing this job.

I've got plenty of experience.

Moved around as a kid a lot.

Rarely had a friend that lasted longer than a month.

Were your parents in the Army or something?

No, no! It was just me and my mum, but, um...

She was restless.

Since...Arthur died, I wake up early.

Alone.

Arthur?

My husband.

It's been nearly two months now.

I'm so sorry. I didn't realise you were his wife.

Hence the research projects on your day off.

When Dudley said he'd rather be dead,

there was just a small part of me,

and I know it's wrong in saying this, but...

Well, I felt exactly like Dudley did.

Aaaaaargh!

Aargh! It's my belly. It's all swelling up, look.

Definitely more distended than it was. If you just let me have a...

Don't touch it! Don't touch it! Aaaargh! It's going to explode.

If you don't let me touch...

There's something in there, a squirrel or something,

clawing away at me.

-There's nothing's inside you, Mr Drake.

-This is agony!

Get a consultant. Where's Ollie?

He's in the transplant, everyone else is busy.

I'm dying, I know it. I'm dying.

You're not dying.

Squirrels. You've no idea how many squirrels I exterminated.

This is the squirrels' revenge.

Grey ones. I only ever killed the grey ones.

Never see a red one anymore.

When I was a lad, they was all red.

Just try and relax, Mr Drake.

Pay-back. This is pay-back.

What?

We're going on a little trip, Cam.

Hop in.

Again? Really?

Mum?

What is this?

I know what you did for Sally Tyler, Cam.

You resuscitated her.

So? ABC.

Airways, breathing, circulation.

Hardly rocket science.

Doesn't feel like that though, does it?

When you're on the side of the road

with a pregnant dying woman in your arms.

You didn't meet Keeley again at The Lamb.

That place is a dive, she wouldn't be seen dead in there.

You were on campus. You were signing up for med school again.

Broken record!

All right, fine.

Yes.

But that doesn't mean it's going to happen, they might not let me in.

Well, they definitely won't if you are charged with dangerous driving.

Don't do it, Cam.

I know you think it's the honourable thing to do, but it's not.

It's naive.

Tell the police the truth, it's not too late.

Milky Buttons. I'm here for you.

I can't drop Keeley in it now, though, can I?

Ms Wolfe. Keeley Carson collapsed on her way back from CT.

Not a squirrel in sight. Awful lot of urine though.

Have you had a catheter fitted before?

I'm 82, I've had everything fitted.

Well, your bladder is very swollen and distended.

When was the last time you passed water?

I'm having some issues with me plumbing arrangements.

I think I want to, and then I can't.

Then I don't want to. Then I do.

I said, nothing works any more.

Can I get a urinary catheter kit, please?

Hang on, it says here that they failed with a catheter yesterday,

but he was passing water then.

On examination they found that he had an enlarged prostate.

GP says it's the size of a turnip.

Urinary catheter won't work.

He'll need a suprapubic one instead.

Have you done one of those before?

Yeah. I... I do them all the time down on AAU.

Oh, right, OK.

HE GRUNTS

Hi.

Her biopsy bled. Subcutaneous haematoma.

Just have to stop it.

Essie...

Essie is an incredible medic.

If I was sick, that's who I'd want fighting my corner.

She'd go the distance for her patients. Always.

That's for sure.

Do you want to know what I think about Ivor?

What?

I know this is bad...

But I hate him.

Does that make me a bad person?

No.

He really scared me. I thought he was going to...

Sure, I can bounce in here telling you how a near-death experience

made me embrace life, but the truth is, he scared me

like I've never been scared before.

I haven't been able to set foot in that pharmacy all day.

Mel, you really need to talk to someone about this.

I am. You.

What about you?

Sudden tachycardia, hypotensive.

CT results shows an avulsed kidney.

We need to get it out ASAP.

Do you think that's a good idea?

I don't recall asking your opinion, Nurse Fletcher.

He just means that Keeley's your friend.

You can't be in there. I've got this. Trust me.

I do. But...

But?

If she dies, Cameron could be charged with manslaughter,

and that's not right.

-Well, we'll make sure that...

-It's not right. Excuse me.

I've got two cats. Maggie and Rita.

OK.

You know what they say about single women with two cats...

No, what do they say?

That one's a substitute for a child, the other's a substitute for a man.

Which one's Rita?

You're funny.

I knew there must be a reason he liked you.

So, I've got two cats and I bake.

Wedding cakes, fairy cakes, cup cakes,

scones, buns, fruit loaf,

malt loaf, gingerbread.

You know who for?

No.

Anyone.

Anyone I can find.

Because, at home...

there's only me.

Cats don't eat cake.

Right.

So I've got two cats and an unrequited baking habit.

Whereas you... You have a man.

A big, bold, brave, cake-eating man,

who, when you're in trouble,

charges in without a thought to his own welfare.

Who loves you so much he'll throw himself at your attacker.

Essie...

Sacha would lay down his life for you.

Do you know how many women wish they had a man like that?

There's massive haematoma in the retroperitoneum.

Yes. Clamps please.

Have you got the bleeding?

-Yeah, but...

-What?

I didn't think of it before,

but it's the right hand kidney that's affected.

-And?

-The police said the car was hit on the right.

It's torsion from the seat belt.

It affects drivers and passengers alike.

No. If Keeley was the passenger,

then it would make sense for the left kidney to be the one affected.

-Don't you think?

-What I think is you should remove that kidney before she exsanguinates.

Thank you.

-Hi, Lucy.

-Hey.

-I've got your biopsy results back.

As you know, you've been prescribed a carefully balanced

collection of drugs to minimise chances of infection

and to reduce the likelihood of tissue rejection.

When did you stop taking your steroids?

I haven't.

You're prescribed Prednisolone.

And I'm taking it.

I don't think you're being entirely truthful.

-Let's not assume...

-No. She's right.

I've skipped some of my steroids.

How long?

A few weeks.

Months.

Why would you?

They made me feel awful.

You'll feel more awful when your kidney packs up.

I just felt heavy and depressed and bloated all the time.

The thing is, if you don't take your drugs as prescribed,

you risk destroying the kidney.

And someone else could have had it.

Someone who could have looked after it.

-Well, surely there's another drug she could take?

-Yeah, several.

Mycophenolate Mofetil, Mycophenolate Sodium, Sirolimus...

So we can put her on one of those.

-No.

-Why not?

Because they're ten times as expensive.

It's just about the money?

This is a failure of therapy. The drugs are making her ill.

It's a failure in compliance. She was prescribed drugs.

She stopped taking them and didn't tell her doctor.

We should prescribe an alternative to her.

Problem is, if you can't trust her to take the drugs as prescribed,

how can you trust her to take new ones?

And this isn't about the money.

But in this case, I have to agree with Mel.

Lucy's already damaged the kidney.

If we can't trust that she will comply with her treatment...

We are supposed to do best by our patients.

It's OK.

Thanks for standing up for me, but they're right.

I was given a kidney. A gift. The best gift ever.

It's not mine now to mess up.

I tell you what.

If you can take these steroids for three months,

I promise you we'll review your case. All right?

-OK.

-OK.

If you ever want a job in politics, you'd be unstoppable.

I'd vote for you. Any day.

That internal bruising.

You know that's a driver's injury.

Well, I mean, it can be.

Oh, come on, we've seen countless examples. It's never the passenger.

Always the driver.

-I have to go see to the other...

-Bernie?

You said it yourself, if Cameron gets charged with manslaughter,

then that's not right. Is he covering for Keeley?

Was she driving?

Right, I'm just going to make a small incision here.

-Oh, oh!

-It's OK, it's OK.

Lovely.

I'm just going to pop this through to the bladder.

-Oh!

-It's OK.

Right, I'm removing the trocar.

Oh! And we have a gold rush!

Catheter, please.

Oh, this is fun.

Isn't it just, Mr Drake?

Oh, that feels so much better.

And the squirrel has landed.

Oh, my life, that feels...

Oh, I can't tell you. Thank you, thank you.

All in a day's work.

I don't know where this ridiculous assertion is coming from!

Maybe I've got it wrong, but if you knew that Keeley was the driver,

you should have shared that information with the team,

because it might have changed the way we treated her.

I am aware of that, Serena.

If Cameron has been lying to protect his girlfriend,

and you covered that up, that would be perverting the course of justice.

In fact, that would put this entire trauma unit,

-everything we've worked for together, in jeopardy.

-Serena.

It would mean that you'd lied to me, repeatedly.

Even now.

I am trying to bring him round to the truth,

but I have to tread carefully.

I'm sorry, I can't listen to this.

What would you do,

if it was Eleanor, and she said she'd never speak to you again?

The police have a few more questions before they go.

Perfect.

What are you going to do?

Serena?

Isle of Wight.

It's a lovely hotel, it's overlooking the sea.

And all the rooms have sea views.

What do I want to stare at the sea for?

Nah, it's just going to be another old fogey's club full of city types

telling us how they were big in the Rotary Club once.

It's the Isle of Wight.

-You said that.

-It's an island.

You learnt something at university!

With one of the few indigenous populations left in the country.

Of what?

Because it's too far for the bad ones to swim.

Bad what?

Squirrels!

HE CHUCKLES

Red squirrels.

One of the only thriving populations.

And it says there that they still need protecting.

I didn't tell them about Cameron lying for Keeley.

Thank you.

It's much appreciated.

Though I do wonder if you appreciate

just what a difficult situation you've put me in.

Or, if you have any appreciation for the trauma unit at all.

Or me.

Am I...

You'll be fine.

You've had a kidney removed, it was avulsed.

Keeley, I'm asking you as the mature adult in this situation

to do the right thing.

The police are still in the building.

I can't, I'm sorry.

I'm not going to let him take the blame for this.

If you don't tell them, I will.

It's your word against ours.

Come on Keeley, the medical pathology speaks for itself.

He won't forgive you.

I'll take the chance.

Look, breakfast, lunch and dinner all in one delicious meal.

Mmm!

Thank you for today.

That's all right.

Next time you're doing a research project on your day off,

let me know and I'll just not be here.

Right.

I have a spare room...

If you're interested.

Nah, I think you're probably one of those obsessive cleaning types.

Always putting things in Tupperware,

-never misses recycling day.

-Yeah. Yeah, I am, but...

I hate cooking. I don't clean.

I'm always late with my bills. And on my day off, I...

Sleep! Yeah, I get it.

Sounds pretty perfect to me, though.

So, is that a yes?

Yeah, go on, then.

How could you?

I expressly told you to stay out of my business.

Her injuries were consistent with her being the driver.

It would have come out eventually.

But you told them?

You're my son.

I did what was right for you.

And I did what you wanted me to, really.

You wanted me to tell the truth.

I remember when Charlotte and I were little.

You told us the story about the girl who swallowed

a peach stone or something.

She stole the peach.

She stole the peach.

And she ate it so quickly that she swallowed the peach stone.

When she was asked about it the next day,

do you remember, she opened her mouth to lie...

And out grew a peach tree.

Moral of the story, don't eat peach stones.

Moral of the story...

Don't bury things.

As you say, it all comes out eventually.

How did I have such a wise son?

That woman,

Alex.

She came to our house.

She's the reason you and dad are getting divorced, isn't she?

Cam...

You had an affair with her.

I, um...

And now Alex is gone, someone new.

What?

I've seen you look at her in the same way.

Serena?

No. No, Cameron, she's a work colleague.

She's a friend.

All these years. You should have just told the truth, Mum.

It would've been better for everyone.

Where's Essie?

She's coming, I hope.

Right, well, I was hoping to give this to both of you,

but I have Mojitos to drink, so...

What is it?

It's a travel company who specialise in hiking...

-through vineyards.

-Ah!

So you get all the wine, and the ugly footwear.

Ha! That's great!

Anyway...

Hey. Thank you.

Just call me your fairy godmother.

-Hey.

-Hey!

What's that?

I've got an idea.

Future Mrs Levy, why don't we go out to dinner tonight,

and we can talk about our upcoming holiday.

Do you mind, I'd rather go home.

OK. Yeah, no problem.

Whatever you want.

OK. A great night in is a wonderful thing, too.

Serena.

Everything today, the whole mess with Cameron...

I'm so sorry.

I don't want it to affect us.

-You asked me what I would do if it were Eleanor.

-Yes.

And I would do whatever it took to keep her close.

That's what love is, I suppose. Defending the indefensible.

Night.

Goodnight.