Emotionally Yours Holby City

I'm Jasmine Burrows.

Hi, sis.

I don't want it to go wrong.

And given my track record, it inevitably would.

You're a wily old fox.

You should bear in mind that you have no real standing or power.

We are dissolving the role of deputy CEO.

THEY LAUGH

# Oh, je t'aime

# Oh, je t'aime

# Je t'aime, Je t'aime! #

THEY LAUGH

Ah, are we going to be all right today?

Course we are.

Really? What if we have, like, difficult theatre or something?

I can operate in my sleep.

Well, you might actually have to.

Don't worry. Everything will be fine.

Ah!

Isaac? Isaac! Are you OK?

Isaac! Isaac! Look at me.

Isaac, look at me! Are you OK?

Joking.

That is not funny.

It is.

No. That is not funny.

It is.

I've had a call from Tristan Wood.

It appears that the wife of a friend of his is being admitted to AAU.

Tristan Wood has friends? Who would have thought?

Well, of sorts.

It's the local MP's wife, in fact.

Well, this gets better by the second.

So, I wondered if you'd keep an eye with your effortless charm

and diplomatic sensibilities.

And the real reason?

That is the real reason.

I just want her experience here to be a positive one. Nothing else.

Needs must and all that.

Ah, how was it, lovebirds?

Oh, you know. It was Paris.

Bonjour, gentlemen. Did you have a good time?

Formidable!

Airbnb near the Marais, art fix,

clubbing in the Banlieue and parties by the river.

As a result, I need more coffee.

Well, he clearly enjoyed himself. Mm.

You?

Of course.

You seem subdued.

No, I'm just tired is all. Hm?

It was good, OK? Hm-hm.

All right, it was fantastic.

So why the long face?

Because...

it was too good.

You know, I'm...

I'm not used to this.

I don't know what to do.

Because...

Well, it makes me scared.

It...

It matters?

Yeah.

Jasmine. Mitral valve repair. Care to join me and Valentine?

Love to. Don't get too excited.

Zosia's on leave, we need hands and I want you to prep the patient.

I can handle that. Can you?

Cos I'd rather not end up with a dead body on my operating table.

Not going to happen. Better not. Better not mess up at all

cos then I'd have a reason to get you off my ward

and we can't have that, can we?

Check out the pizza delivery guy.

Hey! Why are you eyeing him up?

Just because I'm on a diet doesn't mean I can't look at the menu.

Hi? Hello. Can we help?

I hope so.

Have you been referred from ED?

Well, they were about to refer me on,

but I got tired of waiting.

You know what EDs are like.

Here are the notes.

Thank you.

OK, we'd better get you into a bay.

Blunt trauma to the abdomen. Some pain.

I, er, crashed my race car.

I'm worried it's the spleen.

Sorry, Myles Richardson as in THE Myles Richardson?

Well, that depends.

How many do you know?

You wrote the paper on a revolutionary new spleen procedure,

which you then fought to get implemented in every hospital.

Are you a racing driver or a medic?

Medic. The racing's just a hobby.

Well, the racing track is a lot nearer St James'.

Why didn't you go there? Because I was hoping that...

Ah, there he is.

Myles? Isaac.

Think I've knackered my spleen. Need you to take a look.

What do you think? FBCs? U? Amylase? Urine?

I reckon a CT scan wouldn't go amiss.

Did someone order a strippergram or...?

No, no. I was just looking for Isaac here,

who used to be my star pupil.

Oh, it makes sense.

When you first arrived and we did the mesh spleen procedure.

You've already done it here. Excellent!

Look. Can I just get the rest of my kit off?

Easy, tiger. One step at a time.

Settle yourself in and we'll do some tests, OK? Essie?

It'll be my pleasure.

Anna Kaplan?

Bay two. Cheery soul.

Hey.

Less of that, please.

Less of what?

The friendly stuff. I don't want Jac to know about me and you.

Strangely enough, I wasn't about to tell her.

I thought you weren't bothered anyway.

I wasn't, but the wicked witch has given me a patient to prep

and she's going to be on my case about it.

That's all I need.

And I don't think finding out about you is going to help.

Yeah, possibly not.

OK, I'll keep my distance.

Bay two, now.

Miss Kaplan - Anna. Nice to see you again.

Wish I could say the same.

Anna wishes she wasn't having the operation.

Bit young to have a dodgy heart.

Operations are for old people and drunks.

Over to you.

Hi.

I'm Dr Jasmine Burrows, I'm an F1 here at Holby City Hospital.

It's not an AA meeting, it's a medical assessment.

Full picture, please.

Right. So your pre-admission assessment was all clear.

No allergies, no medications,

no family history of heart disease and no problems with anaesthesia.

I'm just going to have a listen.

I need you to keep an eye on Jasmine today.

Really? I'm sure she'll be fine.

Well, I'm not, so keep them peeled.

How are you feeling, Anna?

Bit general.

Maybe, but her breathing seems pretty fast and deep and I think

she might be about to...

faint. OK.

Right, let's find out why that just happened.

Hi. Well, you were right to be concerned.

The tests are back and your haemoglobin is low.

CT scan? It's arranged.

Anyone you'd like us to contact?

No. Kids have flown and Fiona's in Goa.

She'd be furious anyway, she hates the racing.

I don't know why you're still doing it.

Keeps me young. Why wouldn't I?

Because you might injure yourself in an accident?

Once in however many years.

How've you been?

Fine. But I must get on.

So, what's weirder?

That you were taught by the Spleen Master General,

or that you don't seem particularly pleased to see him?

Don't be fooled by the charming swagger -

Myles can be difficult and demanding.

Really? Oh, yeah.

I spent every op I did for him in a state of nervous tension.

He's a perfectionist ball-breaker.

Clearly he's a good teacher though.

What's with the whole petrolhead stuff?

It's an adrenaline thing. All about risk.

A surgeon that likes risk?

A risk-taker in everything but surgery. There, he's precise.

Only wants what's best.

Well, presumably that's why he's come to find you then.

Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Performing on my mentor? Today?

In your sleep.

Please, don't remind me.

Hello, stranger.

Serena, right? Ha, very droll.

So is it me avoiding you or you avoiding me?

Talk about ships that pass in the night.

Oh, now she compares me to a boat. Charming.

Have you been to see Fletch?

Just. Still no feeling in his legs but I think he's on the mend.

That's good.

Ladies.

Ric, to what do we owe the pleasure?

Hanssen.

He's asked me to keep an eye on one of your patients.

Oh, really? Which one?

The wife of our esteemed MP.

Esteemed is not the word I'd use.

He's a pro-privatisation campaigner who makes Genghis Khan look liberal.

Good luck.

Yes, well, there we are.

Francoise.

Do you want to get in the bed? No, no, no.

SHE SPEAKS FRENCH Have you seen the sheets?

Well, it's been a while since I've seen you raise your eyebrow

at the sight of a patient.

Life in the old dog yet?

I have a lot of things to do today. Yes?

Mrs Yeats. Eric Griffin, consultant general surgeon.

Consultant general surgeon? I must be more ill than I thought.

Chest pain for the last two days,

nausea and clearly running a temperature.

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

Unusually forward for an Englishman.

I'm not English.

IN FRENCH: On dit ca.

Mrs Yeats doesn't want to get into bed.

I worry that if I get in, I won't get out again.

I'm sorry your NHS is no longer the envy of the world.

I have no idea who was in this bed last,

what was wrong with them, if they died

and if it has been cleaned since.

Mandana Mandinski.

Anterior dislocation of the shoulder.

We wrenched it back into place.

She was in and out in 35 minutes.

Nothing to worry about.

Nothing contagious, if that's your concern.

The bed is fine.

How can you be sure?

Have you read the latest report on hygiene in the NHS?

I prefer crime novels.

The report is criminal.

I'm more drawn to serial killers myself.

That doesn't surprise me. Not that I blame you for not bothering.

It must be soul-destroying putting up with

a political system that refuses to provide adequate funding,

support or backing of its National Health Service.

SHE SPEAKS FRENCH

Well, I couldn't agree more.

Well, I just thought your husband...

Thinks one thing and I think another.

I see.

I just thought that...

Wrongly, monsieur consultant general surgeon.

Shall we start again? I won't prejudge you

if you don't prejudge this hospital.

Nurse, would you help Mrs Yeats into one of our stylish gowns, please?

Right, let's start with a chest X-ray, FBC, U and CRP.

SHE SPEAKS FRENCH

OK, I'm going to go through the procedure for your operation.

No. Your boss bored me rigid with that weeks ago.

OK. Have you ever fainted before?

No. Do you know any reason why you might be now?

Have you been overdoing it at work?

As a paralegal? I doubt it. It's hardly stressful.

And what about your free time?

Yeah, I was out last night getting off my face.

Drink, drugs, sex, you name it.

What do you think I am? Stupid?

Why did you throw your disc thing away?

I saw you - that was a mean shot.

I don't need it any more.

Those things are a laugh - I played with one on the beach as a kid.

It's not a toy.

I play in a league, it's a proper sport.

You're kidding me, right? Right?

No. Wrong. It's huge, actually.

Go.

Everything OK?

Yeah, fine. No, nothing I can't handle.

Why? Has Jac asked you to police me?

No.

Well, maybe.

Can you show me exactly where it is? The pain in your chest.

Is it uncomfortable when you breathe?

Yes.

Mandana Mandinski - you made her up, didn't you?

No, course not.

Are you sure about that, Mr Griffin?

How can you tell?

Men never look at you in the eye when they lie.

Then why did you get into the bed?

Because you cared enough to make me.

Are you often dishonest with your patients?

Not once they're in the bed.

What kind of pain is it? Is it dull and stabbing?

Constant or intermittent?

Dull and constant, like marriage.

Have you ever been married?

Once or twice.

And does it hurt...?

Marriage? Definitely.

When you move?

Yes, that too.

A lot.

May I?

And this scar?

It's rather large for an appendectomy.

Must have been a nasty one. But that's nowhere near the pain.

So, tell me, will I live?

I'm working on it.

Ah, that English reserve and understatement.

Deceptively attractive, isn't it?

So how are we doing?

Do you need us to contact anyone for you? Family, friends, husband?

No, for the moment, I only contact him through my lawyers.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Don't be. I've learnt there is a thin line between English reserve

and complete emotional shutdown.

Ah, then you're in very good hands, Mrs Yeats.

As I said...

I'm not English.

IN FRENCH: A plus tard.

Will you stop looking so worried? You've got this.

Dom? Can you join us?

Sure.

I'm afraid your spleen is damaged,

and I think the best course of action is to remove it

in case it ruptures.

May I?

I think we should try to keep it,

with the mesh-bag technique I pioneered.

Yes, yes, I thought you might say that.

The problem is, although I am familiar with the theory,

I'm not overtly familiar with the practice.

Isaac is - he did it three times with me.

Four, if you count here.

That's why I came.

If we keep the spleen, I'm less prone to infection...

I understand the pluses.

So? You know it makes sense.

I'm sure you're all good doctors, but I trust Isaac. I trust him.

Isaac?

Come on, what are you afraid of?

He'll do what I want, won't he?

Good. Oh, one other thing.

I don't want any anaesthetic and I'd like to stay conscious throughout.

Joking.

Good stuff.

Mr Valentine, Anna Kaplan's X-ray is all clear.

Her BP is slightly raised but nothing to write home about

and I'm just waiting on her other results.

Look at that. You are kidding me.

Yeah, just a tip, if you're trying to impress Jac and you're just

watching videos on the internet, it's not a great look.

What is it anyway?

Hardcore is what it is.

Hardcore? Is this a private party or can anyone join in?

No, check it out. Anna Kaplan does it.

She needs to get out more.

Where are you going? I've had an idea.

How is Madame Yeats?

White blood count, 15. CRP, 200.

There's some kind of infection but I don't know where from.

She's proving to be something of a mystery.

Oh, how marvellous, a woman of mystery.

More than you could have hoped for.

Especially for you, a man of such hidden depths.

It's a match made in heaven.

Please, if either of you would like to take over...

Oh, no, no, no, wouldn't dream of it.

It's far too enjoyable watching you pretend not to like her.

Can we put Mrs Yeats on to some broad spectrum antibiotics, please?

Got you.

I've been watching you.

Why are you only examining me?

One doctor per patient? No wonder there are waiting lists.

Your husband is a friend of Tristan Wood.

Ah, Tristan. Quite a little charmer, isn't he?

Was this his idea? Preferential treatment?

He might have put in a word.

If only he kept it to one.

I find him excruciatingly boring.

Is he a friend of yours?

No, but he has his skills.

So do clowns. It doesn't stop them from being annoying.

So what's the verdict?

Your test results are inconclusive, I'm afraid.

The pain in your chest may be referred pain from somewhere else,

but why or where from, I'm not sure.

Is there anything else you can think of which might be relevant?

No, nothing. But if you can't find out, I'm wasting my time.

I really don't think that leaving is a good idea.

No, I've taken enough of your time already. It is one of the problems of your system, no?

You have to stay.

I insist.

Am I your prisoner?

You're my patient.

Then cure me.

Or maybe I'll have to have a word with Tristan.

Hey.

So Myles clearly thinks very highly of you.

It's a massive compliment

that he wants you to carry out his procedure.

I guess.

He's very funny.

Seems to like a practical joke and a laugh like you do.

It's good for team spirit.

Were you lovers?

HE SCOFFS

What makes you say that?

Well, I know only too well that the relationship

between a junior doctor and a senior doctor can sometimes

get a little confusing, lines get blurred.

He's married.

What's your point? Look, I know something's up.

I can tell. I can feel it in my sleep-deprived waters.

It's the spleen procedure.

I researched it with him, day in, day out for six months.

And what? You don't think it can work?

The opposite. I'm 100% certain about it because it's mine.

He stole it.

He did what? And then he passed it off as his own.

You've got to be kidding. That's...

That's why I left. And now he wants me to do it on him.

I can't believe that, that's awful.

That's a complete abuse of his position.

And it still rankles.

Right, listen, you.

You need to rise above this.

You're going to be the better man.

You will go in there and perform this procedure, your procedure,

you fix him up and then you can tell him where to go.

And I would like to assist.

In theatre.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Did you miss breakfast, Dr Burrows?

No, I erm...

I dropped a...

contact lens.

And, erm...

Here it is.

We will prep you shortly for theatre.

Will you be in there?

Yes, I'll be doing the ports.

That's a bit risky, isn't it?

But then I suppose Isaac always did like taking risks.

Pushing things to the limit.

Sorry, what do you mean?

Have you been seeing Isaac long?

I don't see how that's relevant.

Presumably he told you about me.

Yes.

He told me about his research into the spleen procedure.

Did he now?

Anything else?

I figured you still wanted it really.

I had a look online - that is some serious sport you got there.

I didn't realise. People don't.

There's absolutely no reason why you can't get back into it.

Did the boss not tell you that? We didn't get that far.

She's a tough cow, isn't she? You could say that.

I need to make some headway with her or I'm in a lot of trouble.

Is there anyone I can ring to be here with you?

No, there's only me.

No partner? Parents?

We're not close.

What about siblings? What about them?

Technically, I've got a brother, but we don't get on.

Same as me. Mine's a sister.

She's, erm, well, distant, cold,

bossy, grumpy, arrogant, temperamental.

You get the idea.

My brother's the star of the family.

Apple of my parents' eyes.

County tennis player, national ranking, sponsorship.

Yeah, it's hard, isn't it? Living in someone else's shadow.

I went through a rebellious stage.

Became a bit of a party girl, got in with the wrong people.

Did that involve drugs? It might be relevant, I'm not judging you.

Is that a yes? Yeah.

It was ages ago.

Alex Andrews.

I think Ric might finally have met his Waterloo.

She does seem to be giving him a run for his money.

Ah, well. The course of true love and all that.

What is the next step up from the entente cordiale?

I dread to think.

Still, it's nice to see romance blossoming.

Francoise Yeats.

I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?

No, not at all. How are Anglo-French relations?

I'm drawing a blank.

I doubt that very much. Just be yourself.

Relax and let the old Griffin magic do its stuff.

With her diagnosis, Serena.

She has pain in the lower right thorax

with pleuritic characteristics...

Very attractive woman though.

..constant pain radiating to the upper right quadrant...

Clearly no longer with the husband.

..aggravated by body posture changes.

There's no evident underlying cause.

She drinks alcohol in moderation, doesn't smoke.

She must have some vices, surely.

Serena.

Oh, all right, no fun, you.

Diabetes? Asthma?

Previous cardiac issues?

No, I've asked about all that. Nothing. Have you done a CT scan?

That's next on the list. Look, would you like to oversee this?

I really don't need to lead on it.

Attraction obscuring your objectivity?

No. Well, then, tiger, get on out there and carpe that diem,

or whatever it is in French.

I just wanted to check up on our visitor, Mrs Yeats.

Oh, Ric is doing an absolutely sterling job.

Unless you mean actually figuring out what's wrong with her.

I need to get on.

I think it's safe to say that he likes her.

Catch? She plays catch?

There's a league. It's intense.

Her heart is already weak and she has a history of drug use

which might affect the type of valve you want to use.

She trains hard and I think her exertions,

coupled with her history, put additional strain on her heart.

I reckon that's why she fainted.

All right. What are you trying to achieve here?

What you said - no dead body on an operating table.

No, no, no. Over and above that.

This isn't really about Anna Kaplan, is it?

You're trying to impress me, right?

We've been through this.

But I just... Seeing as I'm here.

We have nothing in common.

We have Paula in common.

What do you want?

Nothing. I just thought you might want to see Anna Kaplan's CT scan.

Is that calcification?

How were you planning on doing the op?

That's for me to know and you to witness in awe and wonder.

Were you going to clamp?

What is this, a workshop?

It's just a balloon clamp with a sutureless valve might be quicker.

And you might want to be quiet.

It'd do a better job on the inside.

For a moment there, I thought I heard you talking.

Traditional clamping is cheaper and, judging by the amount of

calcification present, perfectly acceptable.

How was everything else? Chest X-ray?

Clear.

What?

A senior medic wheeling me around.

Hardly the best use of resource, is it?

It's all part of our five-star service.

Would you get this in France?

I'm not sure, to be honest.

Are you going to go back, given your situation?

No, I'm staying here. I have plans.

I'm going to stand for election to your parliament.

Really? Are you allowed to?

Why not? I'm a British citizen.

I have a voice, ideals.

Which constituency?

This one,

as a Labour candidate against my husband.

Well, that's...impressive.

But why would you do that?

To speak for myself, instead of being someone's arm candy,

a token wife spouting nonsense I don't believe in.

I mean, who does that?

Well, politicians, CEOs,

general surgical consultants.

Well, don't - fight.

I've tried that.

Try harder, or Tristan will sideline all of you.

He already has. Well, me at least.

Just the beginning.

What do you mean?

He explained it to me at great length one evening -

a campaign of cuts that slowly destabilises,

confidence is lost in the management, heads roll.

He parachutes in his own people to save the day.

Revolution by stealth?

Exactly.

You have calcification.

Some of the soft tissue around your heart has hardened.

Will it affect my chances of a full recovery?

You'll be fine.

Then you can show that brother of yours a thing or two, right?

I mean... Tennis!

Jasmine, a word please.

Anna Kaplan's chest X-ray - you said it was clear.

That...is a rib fracture. It's hairline, but it's there.

How did I miss that?

Too busy watching videos on the internet, maybe?

I told Jac it was clear.

Yes, I know.

Your patient doesn't think I should be in theatre.

Why?

I'm assuming it has something to do with the fact he doesn't think it's ethically correct

for your current partner to perform an operation on one of your exes.

Isaac, I asked you a direct question.

Were you two lovers?

You were just going to lie to me about it, weren't you?

You just weren't going to tell me. Why is that?

Because he meant something to you?

Because he matters and I don't?

No. Well, then, what is it? Tell me.

So what about all this research stuff? Is that all...?

That's all true. It was worse because we...

..we were involved.

Look, Isaac, I expected you to have a past,

we all do,

but I do not like being made a fool of.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you but Myles is married.

Basically...

straight.

It wasn't exactly my finest hour

and I didn't want you to think bad of me.

And now you do.

You said you liked taking risks.

Is you performing this operation...

..us taking a risk?

Absolutely not. Are you sure? Yes.

It's probably best not to tell Sacha about me and Myles though.

I'd rather he didn't know, if that's OK.

Why?

Because I'm asking you to.

It's like you said -

it's my chance to be the bigger man.

The better man.

Everything OK?

Yeah, fine.

The fracture isn't that close to the heart.

Like that makes any difference. Jac will wipe the floor with me.

Any excuse, let alone this. Let's face it, I'm toast.

Who's toast?

Anna Kaplan. I mean, if she relapses into drug use,

which I see no reason why she should. Do you?

No. Good, right. Why bring it up then?

It's just, you know, good to cover it from all angles.

Good. Anything else I need to know?

No. Very good. And how's she doing?

Excellent.

What's this?

Mrs Yeats' CT scan.

Thank you.

Yeah, you see - the pain was referred.

There's an abscess and a hernia in the upper right abdomen.

Caused by what?

And why didn't she tell us?

Right, well, let's get her into theatre and get it out.

Mr Griffin.

She's burning up and she's tachycardic.

Mrs Yeats.

Mrs Yeats.

She's losing consciousness.

She's in septic shock.

Let's get her in to theatre now, please.

Let's go.

Approaching the spleen.

A bleed.

Isaac, you OK?

Should we open him up?

Isaac.

No, we're OK.

Give me a mo'.

What's the appendix doing? That shouldn't be there.

Where do you expect it to be?

She told me she'd had it out.

She's got a scar on the abdomen from the operation.

Strange thing to lie about.

There - thickening of the abdominal wall.

She's had some form of intra-abdominal sepsis

and now there's a subphrenic collection. Knife, please.

It's getting worse.

And I think we should find the cause of the bleed.

It's fine.

I beg to differ.

Isaac.

It's stopping.

Cavity's open, we need to drain the pus. Swab, please.

We'll need to leave that open to drain.

No wonder she was so septic. I wonder what could caused that.

Must have been the previous operation.

Why not mention it?

Ideals can be very hard to live up to, you know?

You said her X-ray was fine.

I asked you specifically and you said it was clear.

I missed it at first.

So you noticed it later?

When were you going to tell either me or Mr Valentine about it? I...

I knew about it.

OK. Interesting.

So when were you going to tell me about it?

Or weren't you? It's just a hairline fracture.

It was nowhere near the heart. That doesn't matter.

I need to know everything. Every single thing.

I don't understand this.

She might be too dim to know that but you're not.

Why weren't you going to tell me?

He was protecting me.

No. Really? And why would he do that?

Look, she's new here.

I don't want her to get into trouble quite so soon.

I mean, that's... That's all.

Are you two seeing each other?

Yeah.

Yes, we are.

Dominic.

You'll be pleased to know the operation was a success.

Your spleen is intact and enmeshed.

I didn't doubt it for one second.

Any problems in there?

There was a bleed at one point.

Caused by?

It's hard to be sure.

Isaac?

No idea.

"No idea" doesn't sound very good.

I didn't train you for "no idea".

Are we talking surgical error or a problem with the ports?

As I said, we can't be sure.

The most important thing is the bleed was stopped,

the procedure was completed and you're fine.

I'm so sorry.

Don't be. Leave it.

Bigger man, remember?

Not exactly a catch, is she your dirty little rebound secret?

That's below the belt, Jac.

Shouldn't you be going a little higher up the food chain than an F1?

I am here, you know?

Sadly.

You've really got it in for me.

Clearly, you're not up to the job.

You were right earlier.

What was I thinking?

That there could be something between us, some bond.

Shut it. You're in enough trouble already.

I shouldn't have bothered, should I? I should have known.

Sisters? As if.

Sist...? What?

Half-sisters, technically.

I have the misfortune of being related to her.

What?

Yes, I'm not happy about it either.

We should get to theatre.

We've endangered the life of our patient enough already.

JAC SIGHS

Try not to touch each other.

So, how was the spleen op?

It had its moments, but it was OK.

Dom and Isaac OK?

Why? I just hope I did the right thing encouraging Dom.

Why wouldn't you be?

Well, because I don't know Isaac, do I?

I mean, none of us do.

I think Dom can probably look after himself.

Can he?

What are you two whispering about?

You OK?

Bearing up.

After what you said earlier, I just don't want

anything to go wrong with you and Isaac, that's all.

Ironically enough, I was thinking the same about you two.

What was all that about?

Ask you the same. A bleed?

I queried the wisdom of taking your boyfriend in.

Never stopped you.

This is true.

Why did you come, Myles?

Because I thought you were the best man for the job, that's all.

Don't flatter yourself. There's no other reason,

although I guess I am curious.

Who are you seeing behind Fiona's back now?

Still getting a kick out of deceiving people?

We split up.

So, not in Goa? Yes, but not with me. We went our separate ways.

Not long after you and me.

You see...

..you had quite an impact on my life.

Not as much as you did ruining mine.

Still acting persecuted?

You're still behaving like you're the innocent?

You don't fool me, Isaac.

You never did.

Don't be too hard on her.

Did you find the problem?

An abscess caused by an infected stitch from previous surgery.

Not, however, an appendectomy.

Something altogether more cosmetic.

I'm guessing liposuction...

that went wrong?

Well, you saw. I paid the price for it.

Why didn't you say something?

I felt bad.

That you wasted my time?

That you wasted NHS resources on patching up a botched job

done privately?

You're right.

But I was a politician's wife.

That's what you did.

There was an expectation.

I wouldn't do it now.

Concealing your medical history put your life at risk.

I'm sorry.

I mean it.

Still friends?

I didn't know we were.

Well, I'd like to.

Maybe we can keep in touch?

I'm not sure about that.

That English reserve again.

Look...

I know, I know. You're not English.

But we could at least swap numbers.

Why didn't you tell me?

She asked me not to.

Is that why you came here?

Maybe. Family's a good thing, right?

Does it change stuff for us?

I don't know. I haven't really got my head around it yet.

Ollie, I'm not her. I'm very different.

Yeah, I know that, but what's her problem with you?

Jac was put in foster care.

And then a year later, Mum had me and kept me.

What did Isaac tell you about the research?

That it was his.

Ah. And you believed him?

Of course. More fool you.

He was out of control.

I thought you liked that.

Danger? Risk?

Well, there are limits.

He threatened to go public about our affair if I didn't give him

co-credit on the research and I wasn't about to do that.

That's why I ended it.

And you expect me to believe that?

I don't expect you to...

ALARM BEEPS

Crash team!

B/P dropping.

Another bleed? Let's get him to theatre.

I was just coming to meet our VIP.

I gather she's on the mend.

Yes, she is, indeed.

She's quite something, I have to say.

You should ask her about Tristan Wood.

Sounds ominous.

Forewarned is forearmed.

Calcification is worse than we thought, isn't it?

I suggest we move to a balloon clamp and sutureless valve.

Miss Burrows, would you like to do the honours?

You want me to do it?

If you wish. OK.

Insert the cannula on the femoral artery.

Let's do this.

You see anything?

There.

OK. Let's get a stitch in. Three-oh vicryl.

What caused the bleed?

Isaac?

It's a tumour.

There's several, presumably cancerous.

We'll have to get them out.

I don't think we can, given where they're situated. We can't do nothing!

No. We take a biopsy. Yes, and get it fast-tracked.

Let's just do it, shall we?

Isaac?

Isaac?

Are you all right to continue?

Isaac. Step out.

You're upset. I'll take over.

LIFE SUPPORT ALARM BEEPS

Patient's in VF. Step away from the table, please.

No. I've got this.

Internal paddles.

Charge to 20.

Shock.

Remember what I said.

No dead patients on my operating table today, please.

Charge to 30.

Shock.

Regular function.

OK to proceed?

Balloon clamp, please.

Thank you.

You OK?

Yeah.

Nearly done.

I take it Isaac and Mr Richardson

were close, then, yes?

Very.

I see.

You OK with that?

I don't know.

I haven't really had much time to think about it.

Done.

Excellent work, Dom, really. Very impressed.

Right, back to reality.

I tell you what - I'll finish up, you go.

Good. Size 22, please.

The cannula's slipped.

OK. Well, clamp it and get it back in.

Preferably before the patient suffers brain damage. Clamp, please.

Just saying. Maybe best not to?

My, my. You are being firm today.

Don't be fooled by him.

He's a one-woman man and you're not her.

Below the belt, Jac.

Do you want me to take over? No.

You're doing great.

Isn't she?

You found several nodules on the underside of the bowel.

Biopsy pending, but I'm not holding my breath.

I took the liberty of reading the notes.

I've arranged to transfer to a private hospital to recover.

Need further tests. Save it. I know the drill.

Did Isaac perform the operation?

No, not all of it.

Dr Copeland took over halfway through.

And he did a very good job.

Yes, they...

They make a very good team.

OK. So, obviously, somewhere in that messed-up gene pool of ours,

galls me though it does to admit it,

I wasn't the only one given medical ability.

I just want to be a good doctor, Jac.

Great. Let's stick with that, shall we?

I've called a team meeting.

You should be there.

Sorry, I don't know what happened in there.

I do.

You still care about him.

You all right?

It's not every day you get to rip the guts out of your partner's ex.

It doesn't change anything between us, though, does it?

I don't know. You tell me.

Myles tells me that he was the one who ended your relationship,

whereas you're saying the complete opposite.

Does it matter? Yes, it does matter.

He told me that he ended the relationship

because you threatened to go public with your affair

unless he gave you a research co-credit.

That's blackmail.

So forgive me for being old-fashioned,

but I need to know whether or not I can trust you.

He is lying.

He conveniently misremembers the truth to suit his own agenda.

It's what he does.

I moved to get away from him.

And I sacrificed any claim to the procedure as a result.

So, yes, you can trust me.

If you'll still have me.

I get that you still care about him.

Of course I get it.

I just need to know whether or not you're still in love with him.

I'm not.

But I need to say goodbye to him.

Come with me?

Right, I have an announcement to make. Something you ought to know.

Miss Burrows here, Jasmine, and I are related.

We're sisters.

Half-sisters.

We didn't grow up together, we don't know each other,

there is no shared history.

I'm telling you this in the interests of disclosure.

That's it. You can go.

"Isaac, sorry I couldn't stay longer.

"Races to run.

"Join me?"

That's your call.

I don't suppose you fancy coming for a drink, do you?

I could murder one, just not tonight.

Soon though.

Definitely. Oh, it is a special occasion, though.

Ric's buying!

Rarer than hen's teeth.

Now, now. Raf, you going to join us?

Sorry. I've got to get back for the kids.

Well, looks like just you and me, then.

Have one for the rest of us.

Oh, we will. Though I've never seen the point in just one.

How are you feeling?

Sore.

Alone.

Yeah, sucks, doesn't it.

Used to play this with my bro.

That's how I learnt.

Playing as kids.

You're lucky to have had that. Something to keep hold of.

Maybe I should get in touch.

What do you think?

Depends.

Maybe.

If you don't expect too much.

Then it won't hurt too much if he disappoints.

Admit it. You liked her.

I admired her spirit.

You liked her.

All right, I liked her. I knew it.

About time you got back out into the field.

I don't know about that.

SHE LAUGHS

Six wives would put you up there with Henry VIII!

He's not exactly the best role model, is he?

Well, have any of the previous Mrs Griffins been French?

No. Well, there you go, then.

It's not bingo. It's not a collection.

It's a feat is what it is.

You'll get round to all of us in the end.

You should be so lucky.

I mean, anyway, how come you never made a pass at me?

I mean, wasn't there ever a time when, er...?

No, it wouldn't have worked.

Don't mind me. How about you?

Why aren't you getting back out there?

Oh.

Oh, you are?

Tell me more.

You OK?

You did brilliantly today. She was out of order.

Was she right about what she said?

No, of course not.

About you. Being a one-woman man and it not being me?

Wow.

Today is the gift that keeps on giving, isn't it?

Honestly?

Preferably.

I don't know.

What I do know is that it's not worth

letting Jac get under your skin.

She is what she is and that's not going to change.

Shall we get out of here?

I feel like today was a good thing.

I feel like we're stronger.

A little bit of baggage,

a little bit of mess.

I think I'm OK with that.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Everyone has a past, but it doesn't matter.

Only the future matters.

Let's go home and get some sleep...

in our blissful mess.

Deal.

Speaking of baggage, remind me to tell you all about my wife.

It's complicated.

When isn't it?

It's a work colleague. Someone you know.

Really? Let me guess.

Not Hanssen? Oh, stop it.

No. Someone on AAU.

Younger?

No.

Come on. Put me out of my misery. Who's the lucky man?

Well, it...

It isn't a man.

It's Bernie.

I mean nothing really has happened.

And, and we've decided... Well, I don't know.

Anyway, there we are. Now you know.

Well. That is...

not what I was expecting.

I mean, she's a fine woman.

I think it's brilliant. Do you?

I mean, I know the two of you have had your run-ins.

We probably will again. Cut from the same cloth.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT BEEPS I wondered if something was going on.

Excuse me.

How about a toast?

To another roll of the dice?

Why not?

To the future.

A l'avenir.

A l'amour.

HE LAUGHS

Behind the genteel facades of Victorian London's streets,

life was bitterly hard.