Hospital drama. Mo is faced with handing William back to his father. Sacha is put through the mill by a tricky case. Serena receives a wedding invitation from her ex.
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Raf, what's happened?
Was this Jed?
-What do I do?
-Cos of your promise to Sorcia?
'I can't look after a three-year-old...'
Please don't go.
Can I just say that I am really sorry for my previous behaviour?
I wasn't myself, but now I have condition under control.
Nothing like that would ever happen again.
No, it won't. You have some bridges to build, Arthur.
Don't take that lightly.
I'm going to have to renege on my plea for extra responsibilities.
He couldn't be in better hands, Miss Effanga.
I shall live to fight another day.
SHE LAUGHS GENTLY
That's right, William. You telling the man?
# The wheels on the bus go round and round
# Round and round Round and round. #
We love buses, don't we?
Let's hope they still have buses in Canada.
Yeah, well, not double deckers.
Come on, time for creche. Dad's going to take you home later.
Ready for D-Day?
William told me that he was excited about having his dad back.
Adele...Mo's working today - isn't it her last day with William?
How long did we spend in that menswear department?
Less time than the sandwich counter.
I just think the patients want a consultant with substance,
-Porter, consultant -
as long as you don't resign to work on
your music, makes no difference to me.
I hear William and his stepdad are leaving today. You OK?
Yeah, I'm over the moon for them.
This takes me back to Bart's.
You could cut the sexual tension with a butter knife
when I was on duty.
You're not really my type, Miss Campbell.
So what's this, then? Avant-garde mime?
At least tell me you got up to some mischief
-when you were on holiday, Raf?
-Just caught up on some box sets.
Sorry, what's that you say, Mr Quinn?
Ah, yes, we're a full throttle team today.
-Speaking of which, where's Dr Digby?
I'm collecting for Pete, the porter. You know Pete, right?
He's been here for 40 years,
taking people from A to B. Anyway, just any kind of donation -
50p? 40p? 10... 10p?
Making squillions for Porter Pete?
Ha! No, I'm not a very effective
designated donations collector, obviously.
-Here you are.
-Oh, no, no, Mo, it's all right.
-No, it's fine.
-You've already given 20...
-It's good. There you go.
-Our little secret.
-Thank you very much.
Um, I got a little bon voyage gift for William.
-It's a big red bus.
It's actually a tiny red bus, isn't it?
Unless we're all giants or something.
DEEP VOICE: Urgh! HIGH VOICE: Ahh!
Anyway, erm, I just know it's his latest obsession,
and I thought it'd be something good to remember England by.
-Eh, not that... I mean...
-No, no. It's fine.
He'll love it. Thanks. Excuse me.
Let me take a listen, Dr Neil.
Right, it's a tension pneumothorax. Needle?
OK, let's get him on a drain.
What are you doing working today?
Saving lives and checking Stargossip.com. You?
We've got cover, if you want time with William? You OK?
Father and son reunited. I'd say that's a good day at the office.
Ah, new frock? Must be nervous.
Why would you be nervous?
The consultant interview's just a formality.
But after going to all that effort, it would be quite funny
if you didn't get the job.
JESSE SNORTS Never going to happen.
Mustn't take anything for granted.
Well, I think you should go in there with a list of demands.
One of which is to give Dominic a rise,
after all the slave labour they've been putting me through for...
Patsy Brassvine will be getting her bearings today.
-Shouldn't she be feeding her son grapes?
After our treatment of her son,
she was keen to bestow her expertise as well as her money.
With her vast experience in surgical technology,
the trust saw fit to appoint her our new Innovations Consultant.
Oh, and their newly elected lay member of our
Consultant Selection Panel.
Impartiality rules prevent me from wishing you good luck,
but were you to assume that that is what I am wishing you,
that would be your prerogative. Entirely.
Yes, Oliver, I'm fine.
The woman who wields a scalpel with military accuracy
is not an emotional wreck.
He's in the creche. Social services can take him when they're ready.
Well, you might want to talk to Brett about it.
I've taken William down to the creche.
He's such a good boy.
I've given it a lot of thought.
I only want what's best for him.
And what's that?
He's lost his mum.
I'm not even his real dad.
I'm his mate.
I shouldn't have left it this late in the day to think things through.
Kids need a mother, don't they?
What are you saying?
I've made my decision.
He's not best-off with me.
MONITOR BLEEPS MORE RAPIDLY
Your heartbeat's rising.
-Have you got pain in your chest?
Ollie, help here, please. His heart rate's through the roof.
-Yeah. Let's sedate, do a cardioversion. Bay three, please.
And page an anaesthetist.
'Serena, hey. It's Liberty. So, totes random call...'
'I love random. Guess you got our wedding invite?
'I just wanted to say, you're Ellie's mum, and that's totally cool.
'Eddy and I think it'd be so cool
'if you were at our wedding. No need for this to be Awks-town!'
Ahem. Just a letter for HR.
-I need you to sign off on my leave.
Yes, fine. So how was your holiday, then?
Still in SVT. Defib.
Nice work, Selfie Junior.
Now, let's get this heart beating like a dream.
Is there something exciting about a defib pad?
Sorry, you can't be in here.
I'm family. Brett called me in.
Right, well, we'll know more soon, OK?
Mo, the sinus rhythm?
Sorry. Yeah, sorry.
Patsy Brassvine is NOT a surgeon.
So then why's she on my selection panel?
Hey, I'd start sucking up if I was you, my friend.
Yeah, you know, tell her her hair looks really pretty.
Mr Levy, Radiology have sent up your bowel resection.
You're assisting, by the way.
Jane, can you put him in bay three, please? Thank you.
I've been here before. All booked in, get to St James's,
surgeon's all smiles, tells me it's fine - then I'm cancelled.
Well, that won't happen today, OK? I'm Mr Levy, I'm acting consultant.
And I'll be leading the operation in theatre
to remove the tumour from your bowel.
-Pre-op bloods and chase the CT.
A bit like, you know, when people pretend they don't see the queue.
Patsy Brassvine. I'm just here to be wowed by him.
Mr Levy, pleasure to see you again.
I look forward to your interview later.
Lee, Miss Brassvine has been leading the field
for innovating surgical technology for years.
She's the kind of finger-on-the-pulse super-brain
the hospital has been lucky enough to poach.
Still struggling to work out how to access my voicemails, actually.
Well, Lee, I don't know about you, but personally, I'm...honoured.
DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES UP
No, no, no. Charge to 100 again.
Mo, are you OK?
-Mo? Do you want me to take over?
-100 again. Clear.
-He's in AF.
-Right, eight millimoles magnesium.
Come on, team, let's go! Again!
DEFIBRILLATOR BLEEPS AND CHARGES UP
Ooh, whose wedding?
Oh, it's just an old colleague. Can I help you?
Um, yeah, ED have just called.
And they say they have a VIP patient coming our way.
-Um, and they're somewhat hysterical.
-Looks like you fought a toy soldier
and the toy soldier won?
I was getting ready for work and I tripped over Dom's ruddy gym bag.
And Wilfred Owen thought he'd seen hell.
Mr Di Lucca, Cara, can you handle the extraction?
-Actually I'm needed in bay two.
-I've just got to chase some bloods.
-Morven then, please.
-Miss Campbell, I...
It's a tweezer job. Your eyebrows look fine to me.
Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop. Um, Miss Campbell,
do you think you would be able to remove him,
-being the most experienced?
-You'll be fine with Dr Shreve.
OK, I'm at risk of blood poisoning!
You don't know where Dom hides my cavalry men.
Don't be absurd. Doctor Shreve is more than capable
-of removing Napoleon from your arm.
-Well, it's not actually Napoleon.
Oh, Morven, just get on with it, will you, please?
Charge to 100 - clear!
DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES UP
He looks like he's in sinus.
No, he's flipped in flutter. IV amiodarone, 300mg.
Charge to 100 again. Clear...
DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES UP
He's been tachycardic too long.
-I'm going to get a consultant to step in.
-You do that.
DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES UP
Stable rhythm restored.
Shouldn't I be in anaesthetics by now?
I can feel a bump coming on.
COMPUTER GAME SOUND EFFECTS ON PHONE
Can you excuse me a moment?
-I'm sure Mr Levy won't be long.
-Is he a surgeon or a lost dog?
So that woman, she's top banana?
She earns a lot more than I do, if that's what you're implying.
Not that medicine is any kind of utopia of meritocracy.
Can she be my consultant?
No. She's not that kind of consultant.
Plus, Mr Levy's in charge.
Can you turn that down to at least mildly deafening?
-It's practically on mute.
-Yeah, wish you were.
Starting to remind me of the annoying kid
I was sat next to on the bus this morning.
As if you've ever seen the inside of a bus.
Only when my chauffeur's picking up my lobster.
Seriously, you're actually starting to disturb the other patients.
I'm surprised you can hear anything over that haircut.
Regretfully, I hear everything.
Lee... Lee, I'm so sorry for the delay.
-I'm being bumped again?
-No, no, you're not being bumped.
I'm just having difficulty locating your pre-op CT.
But I'll be right back.
He's lost my scans? He's actually lost my scans!
Right, can you chase Radiology for Lee's scan?
The online system's down. I need the hard copy.
Shouldn't he be in pre-op by now?
I'm so sorry, I'm learning shop-floor etiquette as I go.
I got your patient's CT from Radiology.
I was just telling the team that this is just the kind
of tumour that new advances in keyhole can deal with effectively.
Wow. Wow, thanks for your opinion.
-But maybe I should look at my patient's scan myself.
But having said that...
..your hair looks great.
Take care of him.
Brett should be fine.
How are you coping?
-Brett called you in, then?
Just...I know you and Sorcia had a few difficult years.
Where is my grandson?
I'd rather he didn't see his dad in HDU.
Thank you, Maureen, for all your help.
But Brett and I are going to take it from here.
-Listen, I'm nearly there, OK?
-Slow and steady wins the race.
Listen, do you want me to go
-and get another doctor?
-No, no, no. I trust you.
Come on, I don't think we need that.
Temperature's elevating. I can feel it. I need to investigate.
Listen, will you just let me get this figurine out, yeah?
Heart rate's elevated. Oh, God.
It's hardly elevated, Dr Digby.
It's en route to it, isn't it?
Look, I think Junior Doctor Of The Year 2012 knows what he's
talking about, so just do as I say, before my arm falls off, please.
Mo, Sorcia's mum was wondering when you can bring William up?
Yeah, I'm a bit tied up with Brett's HDU care.
Ollie can take care of this.
-I can get him, if it's easier.
-Viv can wait.
She IS his grandmother.
That woman made Sorcia's life a misery.
She pushed her over her career, made her feel a failure,
she wasn't even interested in William before,
-and now she thinks she can swan in and...
Mo, you always knew you were going to have to give him back.
And I was ready!
We were just saying that, erm, we can manage Brett's care.
Why don't you take the rest of the shift off? Say your goodbyes?
-I'm fine working.
Do you think you were yourself today in the cardioversion?
Are you saying it's my fault it was a tricky defib?
Not at all, it's just that... we think you weren't yourself.
I could go down with you. We could get William together.
So bring a three-year-old to see his dad on a high-dependency unit?
No, you're all right, sis, I'll traumatise him myself.
Hey, you're not consultant yet, you know.
You need to get a wriggle on
if Lee's going to make his theatre slot.
Ahh...the knives are out.
So you're not taking Miss Brassvine's salient advice?
New keyhole is viable... but there will still be scar tissue
and adhesions around the wound from a previous appendicectomy.
If we start messing around with a probe for the sake of it,
then we're just asking for trouble.
Watch out, amigo. Your interviewer may not like being contradicted.
My interviewer is not a surgeon.
We're cutting it fine, aren't we? Is he prepped?
Our patient is still looking for his manners - sorry, the Wi-Fi.
Whoa, hang on! Hang on! Nurses only.
-Just checking something out.
-Theatre's ready to go, OK?
And you're still doing it the planned, old-fashioned way?
Isn't there this thing to do with keyhole that's better?
There is something called
single-incision laparoscopic surgery, or SILS.
It is more advanced, but I do anticipate scar tissue,
and that could prove tricky.
Is that just a way of saying you're not good enough to do it?
Look, mate, I'm not being rude, but you're not a proper consultant.
Lee, there's a lot of misinformation on the internet.
-And we really do need to get going.
-I didn't get it off the internet.
The brains of the hospital told me about it,
and that's what I'm having.
Right, come on, William.
You're going to have just as much fun with Nanny and Daddy, OK?
Sorry, come on. Here we go.
Don't be scared of Daddy's silly mask. He's just sleeping.
OK? You going to be a good boy for Nana and Daddy? Yeah!
..if you wouldn't mind just stepping aside for a moment.
Obviously, you won't be able to take him home
until Brett's been officially released.
Mo is still the agreed carer, OK?
William is confused enough as it is.
I don't think he should have any more contact with Maureen.
..we'll talk about it with Mo.
I don't think I'm going to change my mind.
OK, all right, let's go. Come on. Come on.
-Got that head CT for the concussion in bay three.
Oh, I sent that concussion in bay three
for his head CT, Miss Campbell.
Sorry, that's already been done, I should have said.
You think? Communication, team.
Miss Campbell, I get the impression that
-Dr Digby doesn't want me treating him.
What's the problem, Digby?
Erm, well, heart rate's elevated, I'm pale and clammy,
-so it's classic blood poisoning.
-I need my arm treated now!
Well, you just scared one doctor away from doing precisely that.
I'll be back with you as soon as I have a minute.
No, no! I've been waiting ages.
Then close your eyes, think of your happy place...
and wait some more.
Just give her a break, Digby.
She's just found out that her ex is getting married.
-# ..go round and round Round and round
# Round and round
# The wheels on the bus go round and round...
-# All day long! #
Yeah, not now, Derwood.
# The mummies on the bus go chatter, chatter, chatter... #
Let's go and look at the buses, shall we?
Here we go. Take a seat.
-We're not nothing to each other, are we?
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
Excuse me? Um, can I ask you about my daughter?
Yes, course you can.
Was Sorcia in pain?
No. She didn't know a thing.
Hasn't anyone been in touch?
Not really been taking calls.
Brett's come around. Feel free to say hello.
You should go.
Oh, would you mind finding out where Maureen Effanga is
with my grandson? She's been gone quite some time.
Brett? How are you feeling?
He's just coming round from his anaesthetic.
It's quite normal to feel a little spacey.
Brett, it's Viv. You called me, about William.
I brought some photographs.
Some of the ones from school.
You know she was head girl?
There. And, erm, that's her on Barney, her favourite horse.
I'd love to hear about your life in Canada.
I bet she rode every day.
She had a fall last year.
She hadn't ridden since.
Hi, is that the creche?
Yes, I was just checking to see if William was down there?
No, OK. That's cool.
In you go.
OK, let's go over here. Over here.
Wait for me! SHE LAUGHS
Now, you sit here. Yeah.
OK. Hey, look, look at the big buses.
# The wheels on the bus go round and round... #
Where do you think they're going?
Where do you think she'd have gone to? Friends? Family?
-Her mum's, maybe?
-Look, I don't know who Mo
goes to about anything any more.
Oh... Oh, no.
-I bet I know where they've gone.
We need to raise the alarm.
No, the police can't find out!
You need to bring her back here before they do. Please.
Me? No, no, no, I'm not the man for this.
What? Mr T, you are the ONLY man for this.
Any sign of Mo yet?
Oh, erm, she went on an ED shout.
Sorry... Sorry, Miss Brassvine, I've been trying to page you.
I'm chairing back-to-back consultant interviews.
My patient's theatre slot is really very pressing.
I need you to tell him that you're not qualified
to give him surgical advice.
Look, he's adamant that he wants the procedure you suggested.
I don't think he'll believe it poses unnecessary risks
until you actually tell him.
Surgeons I work with don't think SILS poses unnecessary risks.
Oh, so you're just a...
techno evangelist, are you? With all your flashy bits of kit?
"Flashy bits of kit"?
Yes, I did train at Harvard.
I forged a career supporting and inventing flashy bits of kit.
Many of which are in our theatres. May I be sickeningly patronising?
In my experience, patients are not put at risk
from surgical innovations.
Just consultants who refuse to embrace new technology.
Great hair, by the way.
No, Frankie, mate, who told you I was ill?
Look, bit busy the next couple of weeks, but tell him
I can definitely fit the bathrooms after.
Well, go and have a word. I'm right here with my diary open.
Patsy Brassvine is sticking to her guns.
-But she's not a GS Consultant.
-Neither are you.
Technically that's true, but...
We're "honoured" to have her opinion?
I've got cancer, why were you being political about that?
Yeah, Frankie, mate, I'm right here. When do I start?
Look, I know I let him down this week, but...
Come on, mate, vouch for me. I really need the work.
My last op was postponed. I can't keep mucking my clients around.
-We will treat you today.
-The crap way or the good way?
Or should I trust you over that expert,
because you were lying when you said she was amazing?
Look, I don't want to put you under any undue pressure...
but we're going to miss that slot.
-I want the keyhole thing.
-I'm sorry, I'm just...
I'm just not comfortable proceeding with that option.
Is there anyone else that will do it?
No. No, not today. We'll have to cancel and reschedule.
Look, I do understand how frustrating it can be
when you have to put your life on hold.
If SILS is what you want... then I'll do it.
-And you're sure you've washed your hands properly?
I will never forget the advice Florence gave me
on the battlefields of Crimea.
I knew we should have done this under a general.
OK. Right, OK, let's get me cracking on the IV antibiotics, then.
You don't need IV antibiotics.
There's blood poisoning spreading in my arm as we speak.
I think I'm capable of spotting gangrene at six inches.
Right, I don't want to die because you're having
some women's crisis about your ex moving on, Miss Campbell.
You're free to go.
Be thankful you'll live.
Oh, is there anyone you want us to call when you're under?
Funny. No, thanks.
OK, Lee, this is a form just to say
that if we do run into difficulties, we can revert to an open procedure.
OK? Just sign there for me.
-One last pitch for open...
-No more confusion.
Please. I'm bricking it as it is.
And, Lee, for my money, Mr Levy's the best guy around here.
I could be cured by tonight, couldn't I?
I'll do my best.
-She seems a little lonely. Shall I call her over?
Forgot how useless she is.
But you're still going to let her take care of William?
He needs a mum.
He needs his own mum.
I need her.
He's still got his dad.
It's none of my business, but...
Just don't let grief make you do something you'll regret.
Facing what's happened...
I dunno, it'll let you be the dad he needs.
Adele, can you chase Mo up for me, please?
-Mo's in ED. She won't be long.
Just wondering, are there any personal things of Sorcia's
that I could see?
Yeah. Of course.
Wheels are going round and round. Bye, people going on holiday.
Hey, sleepyhead, where you going?
-Mo. Had a feeling you'd be here.
What are you doing?
Just looking at buses.
It's not like you to be a ward dodger.
I'm drowning under a sea of admin.
I can see you've been busy filing.
Oh, I don't care about the sodding invite.
Edward makes a fool of himself AGAIN - it's beyond dull.
Even when he's safely barred from my place of work,
he manages to get back in.
Her name's "Liberty". He's acting like he's 30.
THIS is what humiliation looks like.
It always seems so much easier for men.
Er, have you met my ex-wife?
If someone married Amy, I think I might give them a medal.
Yeah, a middle-aged lothario with a drink problem.
Good luck with that, Liberty... you vacuous fool.
Good to have you back.
Did, erm...? Did someone kick sand in your ice cream
while you were on holiday or something?
It wasn't exactly a holiday. But it's all sorted now.
OK. Well, any time you need to talk.
So, the wedding... You going to go?
Well, I'm his daughter's mother and "that's cool" with Liberty.
-Oh, that's good of her.
-Oh, I don't know.
I've lost track of what the etiquette is with these things.
HE BREATHES FALTERINGLY
HE GROANS IN PAIN
Nearing the tumour...
Nearing the tumour.
Can you adjust the focus?
-Heart rate's a bit high.
Sorry. Old habits.
Looks like Lee might wake up cancer-free after all.
Bleeding and adhesions. I can't see a thing.
Revert to open surgery, please.
Have you and Brett had a chance to talk about the funeral?
Sorcia and I hadn't spoken for some time.
We weren't even angry with each other.
Just both waiting for the other one to apologise.
Yeah, me and my mum can be a bit like that.
Don't let it be like that.
You just don't know what's around the corner.
I only wanted her to fulfil her potential.
I mean, she could have been a great surgeon if she'd just
In the end, it's just so irrelevant, isn't it?
Yeah, but it wasn't all your fault, was it?
I think that... that's her engagement ring.
What are you doing with that?
You never congratulated her on our wedding.
You've got no right to touch it!
-Brett, maybe we should get back.
-She's my daughter.
I know she hated me, but she's still my daughter.
She didn't hate you, Viv.
Where's William? He's leaving with me.
Sorry, I should never have asked you here.
My son needs some normality back in his life.
Mo popped back home.
I thought you said she was in ED?
Yeah, um, she phoned to say that she had to go home to pack.
Mo brought William's stuff in? Adele...what's happened?
Where's my son?
Mo, you know that we need to get back, right?
I mean, Brett's going to be worried about him.
Just five more minutes.
Don't you think he's seen enough buses now? Come on.
Don't. Just five more minutes.
you're part of his life now.
I mean, he's not going to forget about you.
You do know that, don't you?
He's grown so much, but he seems so small.
Yeah, and... And you've looked after him brilliantly, but now...
-I'm not the
-baby-sitter. Of course you're not the baby-sitter.
I mean, you gave Sorcia the greatest gift that you can give anyone.
Then they can give me five minutes.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
-OVER PA SYSTEM:
-'Last call for the 13.30 coach, leaving...'
-They're looking for him.
Scar tissue everywhere.
Well, thank goodness for our new Innovations Consultant.
Actually, Jesse, sorry, can I have more light? Can't see a thing.
Blood pressure stabilising.
So, are we going to attempt the tumour piece by piece or in one go?
We're not going to attempt to remove the tumour at all.
He's going to need time to recover from this bleed, so...
we're just going to close up.
Um, Mr Levy, is it not interview time?
The interview will have to wait.
I was meant to protect him.
Mr T will find them. Brett, you should be in bed, resting.
The first day in my care and I-I try and palm him off.
I've let him be kidnapped!
Well, he's hardly kidnapped, is he?
So what do we do? Do we call the police?
-Don't be silly, he's with Mo!
-I can't not do anything!
Mo isn't going to harm him. She gave birth to him.
She was a surrogate.
You don't know what that bond is.
We can only guess at how she's feeling.
We could have removed the tumour today,
-if we'd done open surgery from the start.
-Mate, let it go.
I've a good mind to drag Patsy down to ITU
and show her exactly what she's done.
I don't think being fashionably late works in interview situations.
You're not consultant yet.
-Sach... Sach - look, look, just... Just breathe, OK?
Now, look, you are this close to becoming a made man, yeah?
So just grit your teeth, go in there and turn on the charm, yeah?
-Let's elevate his legs.
Let's get him on some oxygen, yeah?
-Fast as you can.
-Come on, Digby.
And the band's all back together.
Mo, five minutes is long up. Brett's going to be going frantic.
Um, do you want to go and get him some food?
I mean, he's cold, he's tired.
You don't want him getting hungry as well, do you?
Here you are, there's 20. There's a place just over there.
Come on you, buddy. Let's go.
-Hey! I said five minutes longer.
-He's got to get back!
Give him to me. (Come here.)
Mo, how are you going to get anywhere? You're in scrubs.
-But you're not, are you?
You don't know where you're going, what you're doing.
Mo...you've run off with someone else's child.
-I love him!
-Yeah, but he's not yours, is he?
Well, Brett's not his dad either!
Brett is all that William knows, like Violet was all you knew.
This has got nothing to do with Violet.
No, I know, but no-one ever replaced her, did they?
I just don't understand why you want to take William away from Brett.
I mean, he's already lost his mum.
Now, I know that you didn't feel particularly wanted as a child.
I'm sure that you'd rather hoped to have your own family
to love by now, but, no, not...
How can he not be my son?
I feel him, right here.
Mo, he's cold and he's hungry.
And I'm sorry, but... you're hurting him now.
Ah, Mr Levy, please take a seat. Aisha Teba, Director of HR.
-Everyone else you know, I believe.
Miss Brassvine will be chairing.
Sorry for the delay.
A delicate case, I believe?
Yes, unfortunately it proved impossible
to remove the patient's tumour today.
That's a pity.
Honestly, I can't bear my own blood.
Um, you know, obviously I'm fine with everyone else's but, yeah,
my own just sends me loopy.
And I do get a bit het up about germs, but I wasn't...
you know, I wasn't panicking.
You do know that's all under control, right?
Yes, I do.
But it wouldn't really matter
if you'd been self-prescribing Smarties.
You're meant to be under my supervision.
Do you have any idea how much trouble we'd both be in
if Mr Hanssen ever found out about this?
We'll put it down to you being a terrible patient.
Sorry, I fainted for a moment.
I think you were out for a bit longer than that.
So I could have had cardiac failure?
Yes, but I intervened just in time,
despite my personal life impairing my judgment.
Look...I should have spotted that you weren't quite right.
Anything else bothering you?
No. Just, eh, just my own mortality.
You've a few salad days left in you yet, Arthur.
I know it's absolutely none of my business, but...
..may I offer a man's perspective on the wedding?
..he isn't good enough for you.
And, erm... And he knew it.
And we all think you should, erm, show up.
Make HIM squirm for once.
Does everyone think I'm crazy?
No-one knows anything about this. Apart from Zosia and Ollie.
We all knew how difficult today might be for you.
Is everyone talking about me?
We're just all worried about you, that's all.
What do you want, Mo?
I know that I would dearly like someone to love too.
You're a catch.
You know what, you're a catch too.
We really need to get him inside now.
Yeah, yeah. You take him.
-No, I've spoken to Adele. No-one's angry with you.
-But aren't you going to say a proper goodbye?
Come on then, sleepyhead.
I have, with my wonderful team,
helped Keller increase cancer survival rates by 6%.
So my intention, were I to be made permanent GS consultant,
would be evolution, not revolution.
And I also look forward to further evolution through
the visionary work of our new Innovations Consultant.
Well...I believe we've heard enough?
Well, thank you for your time.
I'll show you out.
I'm sorry I swayed Lee to my kind of thinking.
Just wanted to be sure we weren't electing a technophobe to the ranks.
You talked my patient into the wrong procedure...to test me?!
-Do you have any idea how unimportant this job is to me,
-compared to my patients?
If the price of a consultant's badge is sucking up to some flash idiot
who's just bought their way onto the board...
then you can keep your damn job.
There are some days when it doesn't quite meld together,
and today seems to be one of those days.
Raf, Cara, where was your communication earlier?
Morven, you deal with hypochondriacs every day - you don't just walk away.
However, I am aware that
I haven't exactly been leading by example today.
So, fresh start, yes? Right, come on.
I suppose we better go through our referrals together.
You know, I really am sorry about everything that happened.
It's your life, Cara. I'll stay out of it in the future.
Those thugs didn't scare me anyway.
Go on, then, how'd it go?
-I didn't get the job.
-Ah, shut up...
-Are you kidding?
What, like, they've said, "You do not have the job"?
No. No, it's an impossibility.
-Uh-uh. Right, let's get back to work.
BP's crashing. Come on, Lee.
OK, he's bleeding again. Let's get him into theatre.
You want to sit this one out?
-I'm sure Hanssen will understand.
-No. Patients come first.
-60 over 40.
-OK, quick as we can.
-He's losing too much.
BRETT SIGHS DEEPLY
Don't worry about Digby.
There's Arthur with GAD and then there's Arthur just being Arthur.
Yes, but how does one tell the difference?
He'll be fine.
Ooh, I wouldn't allow our special little soldier not to be.
You know, I think we're long overdue a team-building exercise.
Oh, it's just there to remind myself how superior I am.
So you won't be buying a hat any time soon?
-Can't see a thing.
I take it not doing it open was a bad idea?
Anything but the path of least resistance is always a bad idea.
Never forget how delicate the human body is.
It's an arterial bleed. 3-0 Prolene.
Tim, call another vascular surgeon, please.
-Tell them right now!
For your notebooks, Dr Copeland and Mr Law,
this is a case where knowing the correct bit of kit to use...
RAPID BLEEPING STOPS ..always makes a huge difference.
It's all right, darling.
I know you and Sorcia hadn't really talked since she moved to Canada.
One row about her letting me down,
and too many rows about... well, nothing really.
Then she left.
A week without talking turned into six months.
Well, she knew she could be hard work too.
She knew you loved her. She missed her mum.
She was just waiting for you to say it first.
I will be a good grandmother.
I won't let Sorcia down.
I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to her.
Don't let that happen with William.
If I'd have listened to you, would the cancer be out by now?
I could tell you were a decent bloke, I should have trusted that.
But this is not the end, OK?
We're going to bring you back and we're going to fix this. Together.
OK? You can trust me.
Excuse me, please.
May I have a word, Mr Levy?
We will not be offering you the consultant post.
Despite a quite wonderful interview, your application became untenable.
Rules of conduct cannot be ignored.
Yes, yes, I understand.
What is not welcome in an interview situation, however,
is very often welcome in practice.
Integrity and commitment to patients are qualities
that do not go unnoticed, Mr Levy.
A simple "bad luck" would have sufficed.
But thank you very much indeed.
What did you do, flip the bird at Hanssen?
No, not quite, no. No, it was a matter of principle.
You know, a man's got to stand up for something.
That is so cheesy!
-Well, you're still our number one. ALL:
And we can always rearrange these to spell out
"Tulisa and Mr Levy in the Congo."
Good. Absolutely, yes.
Stuff the job. I'm proud of you.
Yeah, stuff the job indeed.
-Yeah, let some other poor sod deal with the board.
There you go. Nice fresh clothes.
And don't forget this.
You're going to be the coolest kid in Canada with this bad boy.
I'm going to treasure this, William.
And I just want you to know, that no matter where you are in the world...
..Mo loves you very much.
So, the poor orange one won't be able to say that Daniel's dad
is a consultant now.
-She posted such a smug update about it weeks ago.
Why couldn't you have just put her feelings first for once?
I tried to tell them I wasn't offended.
I forgot HR will be the judge of that in the public sector.
Well, thanks for trying. But it's fine.
I've stepped down from my role on the Selection Committee.
Oh, don't be silly, you didn't need to do that.
Last week was quite a scare.
I think there are better ways of thanking the hospital
than meddling around with the shop floor.
I'll only be offering my expertise
on innovations consultancy from now on.
Well, all aside, you genuinely do have fantastic hair.
SHE CONTINUES LAUGHING
You are so cringe.
She does! She does, she has great hair.
MOCKING VOICE: Ooh, great hair(!)
I wasn't saying that...
-To the band!
-ALL: To the band!
Oh, and, and to Arthur escaping self-inflicted cardiac arrest.
Yes, I live to fight another day.
Death by Dominic's gym bag - not a good way to go.
Oh, and here's to the world's most ridiculous wedding.
Hear, hear. To Edward and the embryo.
ALL: Edward and the embryo!
Are you going to go to the wedding?
Yes, I am, but only to be polite and to support our daughter.
Well, I reckon you're way too kind.
It doesn't sound like he's ever missed a chance to embarrass you.
which of you lucky young doctors is going to be my plus-one?
-Well, best of luck, Brett.
We'll be resting up at Viv's for a bit before heading home.
I'll make sure he comes to all his follow-up appointments.
Right, I'll leave you to it. Derwood.
Thank you, Mo. For everything.
-You should come and visit before we fly back.
Come on, you.
You be good for your daddy, yeah? Yeah.
Nothing's to say that you won't feel like that again.
It will happen for you, Mo.
Mo heads into work, positively upbeat considering that she will no longer be surrogate mum to William as she is due to give him back to his father. When Brett faces a sudden medical setback and his mother-in-law Viv becomes obstructive, Mo feels she cannot possibly part with her beloved William and decides to abscond with him...
It's a big day for Sacha as he has to board for his much-wanted consultant's position, but he's pulled up short by the arrival of Patsy Brassvine, who's on the interview panel and gets heavily involved in Sacha's patient's medical case.
Serena is aggrieved when she receives a wedding invitation from her undesirable ex-husband and his much younger, vacuous fiance. Troubled by whether to accept or not, her attention is spent with know-it-all patient and fellow doctor Arthur Digby, who is admitted with a toy soldier stuck in his arm...