Snakes and Ladders Holby City

-Are you saying...

-Yes, I will live with you

-She's you fiance?

-Yeah.

I said some silly things when I got back about us not being friends.

-No, I understand.

-But we are friends.

-My best man!

-Great.

You're just not cut out for this.

-That's not fair.

-I'm transferring you to Keller.

'Serena.'

-I could come and see you.

-No.

We could meet halfway.

Stop. Please.

I can't move them.

What if this doesn't stop at my legs?

What if I can never hold my kids again?

That's it. Good.

Take your time.

Yeah, slow down, man. You're going to wear out your trainers.

Ignore him.

Is he always like this?

Yeah.

Can't you give him a sedative or something?

Shouldn't you be working?

Morning.

Morning!

You all right?

Better than you, by the looks of things. You look dreadful.

Thanks very much.

Four kids not as easy as Fletch makes it look?

-Say that again.

-You're welcome to bring them to mine for dinner if it would help?

Trust me, you do not want to get into that.

Ella will only eat tuna and pasta bake,

Theo will eat pasta and tuna, but not if it's together on

the same plate. Mikey has decided he's sick of pasta, won't touch it at all,

and Evie will only eat tuna if it's from a certified sustainable source.

I see.

She's out tonight so that's one less to worry about.

-Fletch will be home before you know it.

-I hope so.

Maybe it'd do you some good to plan ahead.

Think about what you might do once he's recovered.

What do you mean?

Oh, you know, a research placement somewhere sunny,

might be just what the doctor ordered.

I heard about this.

Vall d'Hebron in Barcelona.

They've done some amazing work on facial reconstruction recently.

Right up your street, I should think.

-It is.

-Good. I'll nominate you.

I appreciate the offer, Serena, but...

I can't take something like this on right now.

Besides, you've just lost Bernie to a secondment,

I'm sure you don't want me to disappear as well.

Thanks for the offer, though.

'You know there's no more space in the wardrobe?'

Look, this is my pared down collection, OK?

You should've seen how much I got rid of when I packed up the flat.

-I'll get us another wardrobe at the weekend.

-Really?

Yeah, you can put it in the spare room. Call it a dressing room or something.

I love living with you.

A scheme like this doesn't come cheap,

where's the money going to come from?

The Registrars Research Scheme fund hasn't proved cost effective to manage.

The Charity Commission are happy for us to use the balance on this

and then close the fund down.

So, one lucky registrar gets to scoop the whole lot?

Well, what a fantastic opportunity.

Nominations to me by the end of the week.

That's it, nearly there.

Emma? Something's gone wrong with this thing. It's not working.

Are you breaking my equipment again, Jay?

I'm beginning to think you've got some sort of electromagnetic waves.

You saying I've got a magnetic personality?

I'm saying it doesn't happen to anyone else.

Well done, Fletch, that's brilliant. Let's take a break.

No - one more.

Not one more. Sit down for a bit.

Come on, man, I need Emma to sort this thing out.

Just turn it off and turn it on again.

No pain, no gain isn't a strategy that's going to work here.

I've got four kids waiting for me at home. I'm not going to...

You should listen to her, she knows what she's talking about.

HE GROANS

Can I get some help in here, please?

Trolley and a spinal board.

Are you all right, Fletch?

-Is he conscious?

-No.

Well, tell me when he wakes up so I can punch his lights out.

I've heard about this scheme.

What?

There's funding to pursue a research interest.

They'll pay for conferences, arrange placements,

give you time to work on case studies, the whole shebang.

Well, maybe I'll apply.

It's for registrars only.

Then maybe I won't.

I know exactly what I'll do.

A pilot study into the effects of CT in preoperative staging of

solid organ cancers.

There's a catchy pitch.

Sounds like a lot of work to me.

Yeah, worth it, though.

You can get a placement anywhere in the world.

For how long?

I suppose it depends. How can I impress Ric?

Sounds like I need him to nominate me before I can apply.

I think you should just be your dazzling self.

Well, prepare to be dazzled.

Ooh! All right.

You do realise Zosia's one of my best friends. Yes?

OK...?

Yep, well, the enemy of my friend is also my enemy.

You know, it actually goes the enemy of my...

I don't care how it goes. She's my friend.

You are not.

All right, keep your knickers on.

I mean, who said we have to be friends anyway?

Just keep out of each other's way.

-Fine.

-Fine.

'But seriously, Zosia, if you need a hand moving...'

-Thank you, that'd be great.

-And Ms Naylor.

I got rid of those malingerers in bed one and three.

They should be out within the hour.

You are amazing.

Seriously, I love this woman. We should have her permanently.

Well, if you are willing to pay the agency

an obscene amount of money, I am willing to be poached.

Well, carry on like this, and I'll pay them off myself.

-Morning!

-Morning!

-Delwen's doing really well. She said to say thank you again.

-Great, yeah. Pass on my good...

All right?

Yeah. Apart from the fact that I want to be violently sick.

-Morning sickness bringing you down, is it?

-Nope.

'Can you get her clerked and consented,'

full set of bloods and an anaesthetic review, please?

-Absolutely.

-Thank you.

Morning, Mr Griffin! Jasmine Burrows.

Coming to you from Darwin?

Ah. Yeah. Forgive me, I forgot you were starting with us today.

Erm...

why don't you shadow Dr Copeland and he'll show you the ropes?

Hey! What's all this?

Dislocated shoulder.

-How did that happen?

-I hit the deck in Physio.

-Weren't they keeping an eye on you?

-Yeah, all right, I'm not a naughty toddler. It was an accident.

-Fletch? If you wanted to see us, you just have to ask.

-I thought you might be bored.

-I know how quiet it gets around here.

-Suspected tear in the joint.

Oh, dear. Right, OK, let's get you booked in for an MRI.

-Sorry.

-Don't be silly.

This could set him back weeks.

OK, Mrs Tanner, we'll see you in theatre.

There's always more to do than time to do it in.

Well, I'm happy to take the lead on this one, if that helps?

You mean, you'd like a chance to razzle and dazzle because

you'd like me to nominate you for the Registrars' Scheme.

-All right.

-Really?

Why not? If you think you can handle it,

you can perform the surgery under my supervision.

-What do you need?

-Outpatient referrals.

Oh.

Here. Inga reorganised the filing system.

Actually, it makes a lot of sense.

Right. I liked things the way they were, but OK.

OK, we've got a bronchoscopy on the way up,

she's already been consented - ah, here they are.

Straight through, please. Thank you.

That's all my jobs done. Can I help you with anything, Mo?

No, I don't need any help actually, Inga, but Ollie's going to need

some obs on his new patient in HDU, so why don't you go and do that?

OK.

-You know it's your new patient?

-Sorry, what?

-Have you seen my theatre list?

-Oh, Ollie, come on.

It's just a bronchoscopy.

Please don't make me go in there with her.

If you're going to be best man at this wedding,

you have to be mates with the bride.

Look at it this way,

this will give you a chance to make friends with her.

They've got me doing this routine for the video, on wires.

I have to do this sort of backwards somersault,

which I'm not very good at.

How did you go from working in a call centre to all this?

Drunken karaoke night.

This guy comes up to me, hands me his card,

says I've got "star potential".

What?

I know!

I thought the girls had put him up to it because they found out

I went to stage school.

Yeah?

Yeah, I dropped out, though. Just...life...

Right.

Childish dreams of being on stage, the West End, Broadway...

And then out of the blue, a record deal.

I know, it's mad. But here I am.

In hospital for a hernia repair.

I guess there's a reason most pop stars are in their teens.

Well, I don't know, how old is Madonna these days?

58.

Well, opportunities like this don't come along every day.

I say grab it with both hands and don't let anyone get in your way.

So, Ella and Theo are in the creche?

Yeah, that's right.

I'd love to see them.

They'd like to see you.

-Could you go and get them?

-Not really. Sorry. Things are a bit manic here today.

Right. Course.

Maybe later.

Yeah.

It's just, you know, with Bernie gone, numbers being down.

Yeah, I heard she'd gone. Secondment?

Ukraine.

What's in the Ukraine?

Some fancy new trauma unit, supposedly.

Blimey.

You know that there's a rumour going round about Bernie and Serena?

How did you hear about that?

The porters.

You know, at first I thought that they were winding me up, cos I've been out of the loop.

But, actually, when I think about it, I do remember Serena telling me something when I came out of the...

Sorry, I can't talk about this right now.

Is she all right?

Half the hospital are talking about her. So, you know, figure it out.

Have I annoyed you?

No. I'm just busy. I need to get on.

Well, I'm sorry I've added to your workload.

It's not like I want to be here.

Yeah, well, you should have been more careful.

When you overdo things, this is what happens.

And do you have any allergies?

Kiwi fruit.

OK. I don't think you'll come in to contact with that in theatre.

Any latex? Penicillin?

-No.

-No. Any piercings?

-Nope.

-No. OK, great.

Oh, should I take this off?

It's all part of the "image makeover".

Well, yes, probably best not to wear it into theatre.

Is there somewhere I can put it?

Actually, yes. Bear with me one moment.

That cost a small fortune, apparently.

They'll string me up for real if I don't look after it.

So, this is my very good friend, Steve.

I think he looks rather fetching. Don't you?

Well, as long he looks after it.

Right, well, if you are happy with everything that we've discussed,

I just need you to sign just here for me.

Oh, we should put that in a frame, for when you're famous.

What?

Do we have to do this? I feel fine.

And the scan was all right.

I know, but you were unconscious and you did throw up.

And what with your previous history...

Yeah, yeah. So.

Morven. Been working here long?

Why?

Just making conversation. What does your husband do?

Have you got any kids?

Who says I have a husband?

You're wearing a wedding ring.

Oh. Right. Well, it's Dr Digby, please.

And I don't answer questions about my personal life.

All right.

You going through a bit of a rocky patch, are you?

-Actually, I'm a widow.

-Oh.

You going anywhere nice on holiday?

Hey. What are you doing here?

You two know each other?

Yeah, and to be honest, he's not my favourite person right now

so is there anywhere else that he can go?

What did I do? You knocked me out!

No, you pushed me over!

No, I didn't!

OK. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Just stop.

All right?

Fletch, I'm really sorry but this is literally the last bed.

There's a patient in the side room waiting to go up,

-but...they're not ready yet.

-Great.

You stacked it because you didn't know when to quit.

Emma tried to tell you. You didn't listen.

How long's he going to be here for?

He's on hourly obs.

All afternoon.

-Could I get a sedative?

-No, you've had enough.

Not for me, for him.

-Oi. I'm not happy about this, either. I have plans.

-Well, I might have to have surgery!

Really? Ah, that sucks.

Yeah. It does. So, Morv, could you do the honours?

Oh, yeah, cos that's going to make a difference.

Fletch, do you want to go up for your MRI?

You can wait in radiology till they're ready for you?

Yeah. Amazeballs.

Brilliant. I'll just go get someone to help me with the hoist.

Fletch. Fletch. Did you know dogs can't have an MRI?

But Cat scan!

You get it? Cat scan.

Done? Because my four year old could do better than that.

Cat scan.

OK, if you could just look right for me.

It comes and goes.

One minute, I'm fine. The next, it's like I've got a big blind spot.

And have you ever been diagnosed with high cholesterol?

No.

Your parents?

Er...my mom. Even though she was like a rake.

OK, well, before your hernia operation, I would quite like

to run a few tests.

It's probably nothing to worry about,

but I would just like to rule something out, if that's OK?

OK.

Back shortly.

What are you thinking?

Amaurosis fugax. Do you know what that is?

Yeah.

No. But I can do an ultrasound.

You don't even know what you're looking for.

Why don't you just watch and learn?

Knock-knock.

Who's there?

-Can I come in?

-What is it, mate?

You have got some visitors!

Not now.

Get them out of here! Get them out of here!

Yep. Come on. Come on, guys.

Let's go.

Sorry, Fletch.

High cholesterol causes a build-up of plaque in the arteries.

Now, quite frequently, this is nothing to do with diet.

It can be simply genetic or hereditary.

OK, so...?

So, the problem you've been experiencing with your vision

is known as amaurosis fugax.

Sounds like an industrial cleaning product.

It is caused by plaque coming away and then entering the retina.

So it's...like a floater.

It's harmless.

Well, no, unfortunately.

As this small piece of plaque seems to have come away from

a blockage in your carotid artery.

The worry is that should any more come away it could cause a stroke.

I'm not old enough to have a stroke! Am I?

Please try not to worry.

We're going to take you down and get some scans done and we will

talk through everything else with you, as and when, OK?

OK.

Can you organise a head CT and a CT angiogram for me, please?

-Don't you think you should speak to Mr Griffin before ordering expensive tests?

-No.

I think you should stop arguing with me and do as you're told.

All right. Well, if anyone asks, it was your idea.

So, best man.

Yep.

I didn't realise that you and Derwood were so close.

I thought you'd only known each other a few years?

Four years, is it?

Nearly five.

It's not exactly a lifetime.

Well, it feels like it sometimes.

He told me he supported you through things with your mum.

And William.

Did he now?

Of course. It sounded like he was really there for you.

And you've supported him, I suppose, when he needed you.

Not sure how I feel about my man being so close to another woman.

Sorry, Inga, I just need to concentrate for a minute.

That doesn't look good.

It's OK, I can...

You can't see anything, you need suction.

Yeah, OK.

-Thanks.

-You're welcome.

-Got it?

-Yeah.

Shall I get this marked up for histology?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

You're good. I've seen people make a pig's ear out of that.

'She's doing my head in.'

She's only been here five minutes, give her a chance.

No, I won't.

I admire your loyalty, but she wouldn't be the first junior

to sleep with someone that she shouldn't.

And besides, she might be a good doctor.

Oh, please, she got thrown off rotation on Darwin by her own sister.

What? Who's her sister?

-Jac Naylor.

-No!

Zosia told me.

-Well, what did she do?

-I don't know. She probably...

Scan's booked.

Great, thank you.

So, what next?

We are out of left-handed syringes.

-If you want to go and fetch some of those, that would be really useful.

-Sure.

'I feel terrible.'

He asked you to bring them in.

Yeah, but I knew he was going for his MRI. I should have thought...

You're being too hard on yourself.

The kids are upset. Fletch is upset.

Fletch was feeling vulnerable and he over-reacted. The kids will be fine.

Bring them back later. It'll all be forgotten.

It's just so hard.

I know they've been living with me for a while now, but it's just so different when Fletch is at home.

Yes, of course.

There's so much to juggle. Play dates, after school clubs, homework.

How do they create so much laundry?

I really don't know if I can cope.

I feel like I'm letting everybody down.

You're not letting anyone down.

Those kids would be in care now if it wasn't for you.

They miss their dad. They just want him home.

Go and see him.

I can't, I've got too much work on.

I'll take care of that. Honestly. Go and be with your friend.

Thanks.

Right, I will see you very shortly.

I'm sorry.

You weren't concentrating. You were too busy making a damn pitch.

When you're in theatre, the only thing that matters is the patient.

It won't happen again.

No, it won't.

What happened?

Hi. Do you mind if I...?

Fletch, it's me. You all right?

-How are they?

-Yeah, they're fine.

-Look, I'm really sorry, mate.

-I shouldn't have snapped.

I just... I just didn't want them to see me like that.

Yeah. I know.

I over-reacted, mate. I'm sorry.

Look, it's fine. I can bring them back later.

-After my shift ends.

-Yeah? Thanks.

And I'll see if Claire can bring Mikey in too if you like?

Ah, that'd be great. What about Evie?

She's staying at a friend's tonight.

What friend's that?

Er... Jo something?

What, is that Jo Werner? Or is that Joe Denham?

Er...

What, you don't know whose house she's staying at?

She said Jo, I assumed she meant the girl from netball.

Who's Joe Denham?

Joe Denham is the little toerag that Evie's got a crush on.

Ah. Well, I'll call her. I'll check.

Why didn't she ask me? In fact, why didn't you ask me?

I didn't want to bother you.

You didn't want to bother me with parenting my own kids?

You know what I mean.

Because I can't wipe my own backside, I can't do anything else. Is that it?

Look, she'll be on her lunch. I'll call her just now.

If it is Jo Werner, you tell her she needs to text me

a photograph of her and Jo, at Jo's house, with Jo's mum.

-What, holding a copy of today's paper?

-I'm not mucking about, Raf.

Yeah, all right, I'm on it.

Mistakes happen. I'm sure she'll be fine.

Yeah, she will. But I can kiss goodbye to the registrar scheme.

There'll be other opportunities.

Maybe it's a good thing.

I wasn't exactly looking forward to you being away all the time.

What?

Well, I just....

Isaac, I don't mean...!

DOOR SLAMS

Listen, Inga. Just to be clear... mine and Derwood's history.

It really is history. You don't have to worry about anything.

What?

You mean you and Derwood?

I'm sorry, I thought you knew?

It wasn't a relationship. Well, not really.

It's complicated.

You're the woman who broke his heart. Before he went to Sweden.

That was you?

You really hurt him.

I know.

So why did he come back?

Like I said, it's complicated.

We were mates a long time before that. Best mates.

He always loved you.

Well, he doesn't any more. He loves you.

It's in the past, honestly.

Right.

Honestly.

OK.

I'm sorry.

What? You didn't really think I was going to go and ask for a box of "left-handed syringes", did you?

He shouldn't have done that.

Whatever. I needed a sugar fix.

So, I heard that you're Jac Naylor's sister?

Who told you that?

Is it a secret?

I'd just rather not splash it about.

You can't choose your family.

No. You can't.

I wouldn't want anyone judging me either way because of who she is.

Don't worry, I'll keep it to myself.

Thanks.

And don't pay any attention to Dom, he's just...

Loyal to his mates. Can't knock him for that.

You're all right, you.

You're not so bad yourself.

Well, the good news is,

it's not quite as serious as we first thought.

It's a minor tear in the anterior capsule.

And the bad news?

You do still need surgery.

The orthopod's on his way down.

How long before I can put any weight back on it?

Hard to say.

Serena.

Six weeks. Give or take.

It's a small setback.

Come on. Let's get you into theatre.

There is a significant stenosis.

She could have a stroke at any time.

I really think she needs a carotid endarterectomy.

Yes, I think she does. Good call, Dr Copeland.

Very good.

Right, well, would you like to scrub in?

Well, actually, the credit should go to Mr Mayfield.

I told him about her visual problems and he suggested

a duplex scan and CT.

I wouldn't have thought of it otherwise.

Really. Well, in that case, well done, Mr Mayfield.

Looks like you've earned a chance to redeem yourself in theatre.

What are you doing?

I was just trying to help.

Wow. So now I'm a pity case?

If you don't want it...

How it's going to look if Griffin finds out I'm having to take credit for a junior's diagnosis?

You just gave up a major opportunity.

And he can't say thank you?

You know, you can be a supportive boyfriend without completely writing yourself off.

It's not funny!

It's quite funny.

She did it on purpose. 600mls.

And you know how I know that?

Because then she wrote it down on the chart. Thanks for your support.

Where's my patient?

Jac took her into theatre.

-Why?

-She was coughing up blood.

They're doing an emergency lobectomy.

What do you mean I'll be awake?

Can't you just knock me out?

The issue is that in order to remove the blockage, we're going to have to

clamp the carotid artery and that in itself carries the risk of a stroke.

However, if we keep you conscious throughout the procedure,

then the risk is significantly reduced.

I know it sounds frightening, but you won't feel anything

and you won't see anything.

And it is a relatively quick procedure.

All right. We'll see you in theatre.

Right. If you'd just like to sign on the dotted line...

This is the second time I've had to step in on one of your patients

because no-one could find you.

I was getting changed!

Inga said she looked everywhere.

She's lying.

Why would she do that?

Because she's trying to make me look bad.

That's ridiculous. Is this a baby hormones thing or...?

No!

Fine. Whatever.

But you two have to work together, so sort it out.

And the next time you need to leave the ward, tell someone where you're going.

I didn't leave the ward... Forget it.

Absolutely. I've been shadowing Dr Copeland.

Oh, bad luck.

Actually, he diagnosed a carotid stenosis

in an elective hernia patient this morning.

Probably saved her life.

They're prepping for a carotid endarterectomy as we speak.

So, why are you sitting out here instead of in theatre

with your patient, Dr Copeland?

Well, Mr Mayfield is going to carry out the surgery, so...

Come with me, please. Both of you.

DOOR OPENS

Henrik? How can I help you?

I hear Mr Mayfield is about to perform a carotid endarterectomy?

Indeed he is.

And I'm sure he won't mind giving up the opportunity for Dr Copeland.

With your permission, of course.

Excuse me?

Well, the diagnosis was his, wasn't it?

Dr Copeland?

I only said that so you would give him another chance to impress you.

Really?

Do you want to be a surgeon, Dr Copeland?

Yes.

Then I suggest you leave your emotional loyalties at home

and focus on advancing your own career.

Scrub in, please.

You too, Dr Burrows.

Me?

Yes. And do you know the signs of a stroke?

Yes.

If you happen to see any, would you let Mr Griffin know?

And hold it. There we go.

Mr Obanya, can I just borrow your nurse for a minute, please?

Yes?

Listen, I understand why you'd have a problem with the idea of

Derwood and I being friends.

-Good.

-So why don't you come to mine for dinner?

Tonight. Both of you.

We can get to know each other properly,

and you can see that Derwood and I are just mates.

For his sake?

Fine.

7.30?

He knows the address.

Oh, and Inga?

That little stunt you pulled in HDU.

You only get one.

Dinner such a good idea?

Nope. In fact, I think being around sharp knives and Inga

at the same time is a recipe for disaster,

but I've got to do something.

Do you want anything from the shops?

We just booked Mr Shar in...

-I'll be back in time.

-Mo...

-I'll be back.

How's the pain?

-I can get you some stronger pain relief if you like?

-I'm fine.

-You sure?

-Yeah.

Can I get you anything else?

No. Thanks.

Cup of tea? Juice?

Raf. Look, I said I was fine, mate.

All right. Well, if you change your mind...

Just press on this button and someone will be right...

Yeah. Look, I know how it works. All right.

-I mean, my brain is the one thing that's actually functioning properly.

-Fletch!

-Sorry.

-It's fine.

No, it's not fine.

Morven, he apologised...

Look, I know this is hard for you and you're frustrated,

but you can't keep taking it out on Raf, or your kids.

This isn't just happening to you, Fletch.

It's happening to you all.

Do you have any idea the sacrifices he's making to be there for you?

It's fine, I'm happy to...

Look, you ARE getting better.

And, yeah, this might set you back a few weeks,

but it's just a few weeks.

-You're lucky to be alive.

-Yeah, I know that.

-Do you?!

-Yes, I do, thank you.

OK, thank you, everybody out.

Let's leave Fletch in peace, shall we?

Feel better now you've got that off your chest?

I'm so sorry.

Oh, I don't know. I'm rather liking scary Morven.

Do you need to take a break?

-No. I'm fine.

-What about you?

Let's just get on.

So, what's next?

Er, it's Heidi Strauver.

-Remind me?

-Perforated diverticulitis.

She's had radiological drainage, but her white count's 27

and her CRP's 300.

If it doesn't come down, we were going to do a laparoscopic wash-out.

OK, let's do that.

KNOCK ON DOOR

May I?

Are you OK?

Yeah.

No.

-It's been a really crap year.

-Yeah.

I keep thinking it's going to get better and...things will pick up.

You know, everyone has a bit of bad luck every now and again.

But it just keeps getting worse and worse.

And I know I'm not on my own.

You know, compared to what Morven's been through, it's...

But she's right.

Everything that she said, she was right.

I'm lucky to be alive.

But what if...

If?

What if this is as good as it gets?

You know, some people that have this,

they reach a certain point and then that's where they stay.

If that happens to me...with the kids...

I don't know what I'll do.

Right, Fletch. Listen to me.

I know it doesn't seem like it to you, but you are making

a remarkably fast recovery.

Look where you were a month ago.

That's why I need to keep going.

That's why I've got to keep pushing. I can't stop now, because...

The physios can give you a new plan, exercises you can do from sitting.

I know. I'm sorry.

I wish I could wave a magic wand and make everything better overnight.

But trust me, it's happening.

You just have to be a patient patient.

And...go easy on Raf.

He's doing his best.

I know.

I'll make it up to him.

Well, don't worry about that now. You try and sleep.

You look exhausted.

So what's your album like?

Oh, I hate it. It's all synthesised.

Manipulated.

Have you told them?

I couldn't win the battle over the wig. God, the wig...

I just wanted to sing.

Turns out, it's not that simple.

Clamps are in place. Size 15 blade, please.

Oh, my God.

It's all right, just try and relax.

Pott's scissors, please.

I can't see.

Mr Griffin.

OK.

You all right, Cristina? You OK?

Yeah.

The collateral blood supply is inadequate.

What do you suggest, Dr Copeland?

We put in a shunt.

Shunt, please.

I want to stop. Can we stop?

Sing for us.

She can sing, right?

First thing that comes into your head.

Go on.

# I can't really explain it

# I haven't got the words

# It's a feeling that you can't control... #

Would you be able to do the top?

This is a teaching hospital, Mr Mayfield.

Taking learning opportunities away from junior grade doctors

is not how we do things.

I expect my registrars to lead by example. I expect better.

# And suddenly I'm flying, flying like a bird

# Like electricity

# Electricity

# Sparks inside of me

# And I'm free

# I'm free. #

Yes, she promised she'd be here.

I'm here, I'm here.

We were starting to panic.

Sorry. Sorry.

We nearly missed the slot.

Yeah, I had a mini meltdown in the cheese aisle, but it's all right.

I managed to get every kind of posh cheese they've got and just look it up later.

What are you making?

Fondue! Little nod to Inga's heritage.

Should get me some brownie points.

You do know that fondue is Swiss?

What? I thought it was Swedish.

No. It's Swiss.

All right, Serena? Raf about?

What are you doing here?

Claire was meant to meet me after school, but she never turned up

so I got in a cab and came over here.

By yourself?

Well, what else was I meant to do? Cabbie's outside.

Needs paying.

Right. OK.

You wait here and don't move.

You all right?

You said don't move.

Just sit down.

Jam on meatballs, man, that's just weird.

"In a bowl, mix the mince with the egg and the onions

"and the breadcrumbs and the jam" - yeah, that's what it says. Meat and jam.

-That's wrong, right?

-I don't know. What's not to like?

Yeah. What am I doing?

I honestly don't know.

I don't like her, she doesn't like me.

Why am I fighting it?

Because she's marrying your friend and you want to be supportive.

Do I, though? What if I think he's making a massive mistake?

What if I think she's taking advantage of him because he's successful?

Oh, come on. She's not a gold digger. She's mad about him.

You've seen them together.

She's manipulative.

She's got you, Zosia and Jac - Jac wrapped around her little finger.

-Or maybe it's because we actually like her.

-Well, I don't.

As far as I'm concerned, she can take her jammy meatballs

and jog on back to Sweden.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Mr Obanya's blood results.

Thank you. Excellent work, Dr Copeland. And Dr Burrows.

It seems you make rather a good team.

Mr Griffin. A word, please.

-Mr Hanssen?

-Yes?

I'd quite like to apologise to you and to you, Mr Griffin...

..and also to Mr Mayfield.

The truth be known, I've actually learnt quite a lot

from Mr Mayfield over the past few months.

And, I genuinely believe I wouldn't have made the diagnosis I made today

had he not given me the confidence in myself and my abilities.

So...

Well, clearly someone is having a good influence on you.

Perhaps I was a little hasty in my assessment.

A little more professionalism, please.

Mr Griffin.

You're welcome(!)

Inga. Um...

What have I done to you?

Nothing.

From what I heard, you made it perfectly clear that you

-weren't interested in Derwood before he left, so if this is jealousy...

-It's not...

All he ever did was love and support you and you treated him like dirt.

And now you're treating me like dirt. What's wrong with you?

Stay away from him. You're no longer invited to the wedding.

Oh, come on!

Tapenade. Can you scrub in?

Yeah.

Right, well, Raf's in the middle of something, but he won't be long.

All right. Thanks.

So, where's the other one, then?

-The other one?

-The blonde job. About your age.

Used to be in the army.

She's in Ukraine.

Yep. Thank you.

Why?

She's on secondment.

What does that mean?

It means she's gone to work there for a bit.

Why?

To help set up a new trauma unit.

Can't they do that by themselves?

Apparently not.

So she's just left you in the lurch?

Tell you what.

Why don't you go and get yourself something from the vending machine?

-PHONE RINGS

-Do you want anything?

No, thank you.

-Trauma call!

-Cool!

-Right. Wait in my office.

-But you said I could get...

Office!

Gunshot wound from a hunting rifle. Stabilised at the scene.

Pulse 110, B/P 75 systolic.

Push fluids, let's get two units of O-neg set up.

Bloods, FBCs, U&Es, LFTs, cross-match ten units.

And I want an ABG, please.

KNOCK ON DOOR

How you doing?

You still here?

Yeah. Annoying, isn't it?

Look, are you missing something? Because I thought you had plans.

Oh...not really.

It was the last day of physio. So I was going to...you know.

You were going to ask Emma out.

Yeah, all right. It was a stupid idea anyway, right?

Well, you still can, can't ya?

Anyway, I just came to see how you were doing, so, I'll get out.

Jay.

Um... I'm sorry I had a pop at you earlier.

What happened, it wasn't your fault.

It's all right. I know what you're going through.

Yeah, standing there on your balance board throwing jelly beans.

What did you do, twist your ankle?

You can still do dad things.

Well, you know what, that's not your problem, so thanks for dropping by.

THUD

Jay?

Can I get some help in here, please?

Pressure's dropping. He's going to lose output.

-OK, he's haemodynamically unstable.

-Suction.

Oh, no.

Anyone? Can I get some help in here, please!

-Clamp the descending thoracic aorta.

-Clamp.

Let's try and keep what blood he's got left going to his brain.

JAY CHOKES

-Clamps on.

-Good. Right, let's pack and wait for more bloods.

Fast as you can please, Lou.

That's it.

CHOKING CONTINUES

HE GROANS

Can I get some help in here, please!

JAY'S VOICE MUFFLED BY MONITORS

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

Can I get some help, please!

-Dad?

-Mikey?

It's OK, I'm all right.

I just want you to go and get somebody, all right?

Raf!

Can I get some help, please!

What happened?

Seizure. Self-terminated. But his airway was obstructed.

Can you get a trolley?

Dad?

I'm all right.

You're not all right, Dad, what are you doing on the floor?

Looks like he was saving a man's life.

So what do I do now?

Do you really want to go?

I don't want to let Derwood down. Anyway, that's not the point.

She can't ban me. It's his wedding, too.

Do you really want to put him in that position?

Listen, if you want to fix this, you have to sort things out with Inga first.

It's as simple as that.

'Like I said, I'm sorry.'

Well, at least one of us managed to impress Hanssen.

Oh, please.

By this time next week, I'm sure he'll be back to looming behind me

down corridors, telling me to buck my ideas up and to tuck my shirt in.

No. I think he just finally saw what I saw in you the minute I met you.

Not that.

Right. Would one of you care to explain exactly what happened today?

It's my fault entirely, he didn't ask me to lie.

No, it's my fault, Dom was just trying to help me out,

I should have been honest with you.

Yes. You should have been.

You made me look as if I had no idea...

I know. I understand.

I'm sorry.

Clearly this scheme means a lot to you.

If you want to apply for it so badly,

then I am still prepared to nominate you.

But you understand,

it won't be me that you have to win over in the selection process.

Yeah, no. I understand.

Oh, what's the point?

What do you mean?

There's no way Hanssen will select me after today.

Oh, come on.

If Hanssen can change his mind about me,

he can change his mind about anyone.

Look. You have to go for this.

These kind of opportunities don't just happen every day.

You can't let anyone hold you back. Not even Hanssen.

So, come on, then. What's all this?

Oh, it's nothing. Did myself a mischief in physio.

Made myself look like a proper prat.

Well, yeah. What else is new?

Yeah, all right, cheeky.

Does this mean it'll be even longer before you come home?

Nah.

It better not. Raf's driving us mad.

Is he?

He tries too hard. You know he makes everyone a different dinner?

Why?

It's just fun to see how far he'll go until he says no to something.

So you've been winding him up?

Right. Don't give him a hard time, you.

We miss you.

I miss you too, mate.

Fletch, I'm really sorry.

I think Claire must have thought...

It's all right, I've spoken to her.

She thought because Evie was staying out that... It was just a mix-up.

So she'll be picking Mikey up from school tomorrow as usual.

Right. Great.

And I've had a text off Evie with a photo of her and Jo.

And a few choice words, but...

I thought Mikey could hang out here until you finish your shift

and maybe we could order a pizza.

-Ah, yeah!

-Why don't you shoot off to the Family Room?

I think there's a stash of board games in there.

-Go and pick something out.

-All right.

Make sure it's something that Ella and Theo can play as well. Yeah?

How's Jay?

Yeah. Yeah, he's all right. He's gone for a scan.

He has a history of seizures

so it's not because of anything that happened this morning.

-I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.

I was a real pillock.

No, it was my fault, I should have...

I really appreciate everything that you're doing and I know that it's not easy.

So I'm going to try and figure something else out for the kids so that you don't have to...

-Don't be silly.

-We don't know how long this is going to last.

-It doesn't matter.

-Yeah, it does.

No, it doesn't.

It takes as long as it takes and I'll get the hang of things.

Promise. And I'll... Come to you about stuff.

Keep you informed.

You're a good mate.

The best.

Even if you are a bit gullible.

Eh?

Four different dinners?

HE CHUCKLES

You've been had, mate.

Blocked arteries and a hernia?

I'm an old woman in a young woman's body.

You have been very unlucky.

Oh, I don't know.

It's lucky that you spotted the problem,

otherwise I might have been toast.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I will also refer you to our outpatients

to re-book your hernia repair,

and I'm sure you'll be swinging from the ceiling again in no time.

No, I don't think I will.

The album's recorded.

They can have that, do what they want with it.

But they can't have me.

So...what are you going to do now?

Go back to stage school. Finish my training.

Audition for the West End?

As long as I don't have to keep pretending I want to be

the next Madonna.

Maybe the next...Ruthie Henshall.

Wouldn't that be something?

Can you get rid of this for me, please?

I thought that belonged to the record company?

Technically. But it was made for me, so...

they won't need it any more.

Sure.

You're right.

I didn't treat Derwood the way he deserved to be treated.

And what I said earlier was completely out of line. I apologise.

The truth is, you make him happy. And that's all that matters.

You're still not coming to the wedding.

And you're going to have to tell Derwood

that you can't be his best man.

Who the hell ever heard of a female best man anyway?

That is not a thing.

Look, I don't blame you for not wanting me there.

But I promised myself I wouldn't hurt him again and it would

hurt him if I wasn't there to support him through this.

Support him by telling him he's making a massive mistake and I'm only after his money?

No. It's his mistake to make.

Joke.

Look. We don't have to be friends.

But we do have to be civil towards one another.

Can we just start over?

Please?

Fine. But only because Derwood wants you there.

Thanks. I swear I will make his wedding the best day of his life.

We won't be coming to dinner.

Oh, that's a shame.

Fine.

Come on, darling, help me out.

Now that didn't come off the trolley.

That's a good girl. See, somebody loves me.

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah. Fine. Sorry if I gave you a scare.

-What's wrong with you?

-Oi, Mikey.

It's all right. I crashed my motorcycle. Hit my head.

A robot did surgery on my brain.

Cool.

Yeah. And I got this cool robot leg, too.

Wicked!

I know, right.

Thanks.

And thanks. I'm sorry about what I said.

You were right.

Hey.

Emma! What are you - what are you doing here?

My two favourite patients end up in AAU on my watch?

Had to make sure you were all right.

You had surgery?

Oh, you know, not as bad as it could have been.

I got off quite lightly.

He's had a hell of a day, as well.

Have you?

Not really. No worse than usual.

All right, well. I'm really sorry I...

It wasn't your fault. I should have listened.

I should have paced myself.

We can work around this, don't worry.

Well, I'm off in a minute, so... I guess this is it.

Yeah. Yeah. Um...

Thanks for everything.

Emma, Jay would like to take you out for a drink.

What? I...

Really?

Well, yeah. If you want...

I'm free tonight?

Oh.

Say, eight o'clock?

Wow! Rendered speechless.

If I'd known that was all it took to shut you up,

I'd have asked you out months ago.

Do you know The Ship? Down by the harbour?

Yeah.

Great.

See you tomorrow, Fletch.

Thanks.

Smooth, Dad.

Yeah, all right, come on, feed me some more pizza.

Careful.

Did you sort things out with Inga?

Yeah. Sort of.

Good.

Two women fighting over Derwood Thompson.

Just when I thought the world couldn't get any weirder.

-It's not like that.

-If you say so.

Do you like cheese?

Or, even better...

I can't drink it, so...

Yeah, go on, then.

A few of us were going to go for a drink after work in Albie's

if you fancy coming?

Nah. I thought I'd go home.

-Start putting some stuff together for my application.

-OK.

Well, I might go for one and then I can meet you back at the flat.

Actually, I was hoping to run some of it past you?

OK. sure.

Great. Give me five.

What can I say? He can't live without me.

I can't live without you.

Who am I going to gossip with if you're not there?

I'll be like Steve here.

I'm going to have no body.

Wow, if that is the level of wit I can expect,

then I'm quite glad I'm not going.

Anyway, It's a long day and it's your turn to get the bottle.

There we go.

That's two bottles. You're not getting any change.

Well, I'm sure that Jasmine can help you drink it.

She needs a proper Keller welcome.

Yeah. Go on, then.

All right. Let's go!

Have fun!

We will. You have fun...working.

We will.

What?

Eurgh.

Yeah. It tastes like goats smell.

And when was the last time you smelled a goat?

Saturday. We took Emma to that petting zoo by the...

Yes, they feed the animals with those pellet things, right?

Yeah, £4 for a bag like that.

I said it was daylight robbery,

Johnny told me I was a stone-hearted bitch, we argued...

Standard family day out, then.

Pretty much.

How is Emma?

She's fine. She's staying with Johnny tonight, actually, so...

And how's Johnny? Feels like I haven't seen him in ages.

Yeah, he said.

Tell him I miss him.

Tell him yourself.

I'd have thought you'd be living out this entire pregnancy with him.

Unless you're avoiding him.

No, course not. It's just...

Emma does adore him.

Course she does, who wouldn't? Well, apart from you.

He's an idiot.

But he is a good dad.

She's lucky to have him.

Trying to get in the way of that is probably my biggest regret.

Well, one of them.

Well, relationships can make things messy.

You're right.

Running away from them is the grown-up thing to do.

Seen much of Jasmine lately, have you?

I'll tell Johnny you said hi.

How we doing in here?

Do you know what? I've got a clear lead. They'll never catch me.

You know you can go back upstairs when you're ready.

-Can we finish this?

-Yeah. Of course.

Oh, I got Serena to leave you that.

Oh, no, no, no.

Yeah, I think you should go for it.

It's really not a big deal.

It really is.

And if you're not going to give up on me

getting out of here any time soon, then neither will I.

All right.

But she needs your pitch on her desk by the end of the week.

OK.

Good.

It's your turn, Dad.

No, go on, then. You roll for me, mate.

Aargh!

Ooh, and you go all the way back here!

It's all right, it's all right. I'll catch up.

Don't you worry.