Into the Abyss Holby City

-Please don't do this.

-Serena.

-I could come and see you.

-No.

-We could meet halfway.

Stop, please.

I'm sorry.

Serena? You all right?

Morning, Mr Griffin. Jasmine Burrows.

Coming to you from Darwin.

We're going ahead with your treatment, Mr Malone.

You are the perfect fit for the new removable stent.

You'll need to read all the risks.

You put the stent in the best candidate.

The person who needed it the most.

Hey.

Oh, wow!

Oh, I can taste it.

It's like a brewery mixed with a backstreet kebab shop in here.

JASMINE MOANS

You do realise you're not going to

get rid of your hangover like that, don't you?

I didn't think she'd make it through.

I'm sorry. Are you looking for a compliment?

Well, you got to hand it to me, I did smash it.

Just remember, you're only as good as your last op, Dr March.

Don't let it get to your head.

Listen to Auntie Dom.

What you need to do is you need to retrace your steps...

Your liquid steps, that is.

So you need to begin with that very first tequila shot,

that fiery tequila trickling down your throat,

a little bit like honey.

But then we return to those cocktails you've been

quaffing all evening which are probably more bootleg vodka

than they are cranberry juice, but then,

unfortunately we have to return back to the tequila.

One, two, three, four.

By this point you're so messy, you probably don't even remember.

But what you do remember is, about 4am,

stumbling in to that kebab shop, shovelling that greasy pitta

and meat down your throat as if your life depended on it,

with a little bit of chilli sauce...

-You're evil.

-..dribbling off your chin.

Puking helps!

Well, my money's on Tristan Wood.

Tristan Wood doesn't stand a chance against Vish Manohar,

who, unlike Tristan Wood,

actually has medical training and knows what we're up against.

Tristan is objective,

knows exactly where the money needs to be spent...

He's a politician, he's nothing more.

Vish Manohar would be an ideal chairman given the current climate,

however I fear Mr Griffin is right - Mr Wood will have

worked hard to manipulate voters to his cause.

Well, may the best man win.

Ah, Dr Burrows, the very person.

I was just about to...

This won't take a minute.

We have a number of cholecystitis patients for whom I would like you

to draw up a treatment plan.

Now, it's quite a challenge for an F1 so I'm keen that we work

on it together. I just want to see what you're made of today.

Thank you, Mr Griffin, but I really have to go...

Yes, of course.

So you've never seen the original Ghostbusters film?

No, but the new one's very good.

Well, then, you have to see the original.

It made me wonder what other classic film I've missed out on.

We should do a film club. Educating Raf.

Are you kidding? I barely have time to sleep, let alone watch films.

So when will Serena let you know about the registrars' scheme?

Should be today, whether I've made the shortlist or not.

Please, course you will.

It was a bit of a rushed application so it could go either way.

Nah, you'll smash it.

Come on.

Pull yourself together, Campbell.

Right. OK.

Excuse me.

I need to see Sacha Levy.

OK, and you are?

Can you please get him for me?

All right, OK. I've got you. Can we get some help here, please?

We need to get this man up to Keller, please. Thank you.

IN SWEDISH:

Is that mangled Swedish I detect?

Don't they all speak English there, anyway?

Everyone except Inga's parents.

And Derwood thinks it's important that I'm inclusive in my speech.

So far all I've learnt is... "A toast to the happy pair."

-Morning.

-Hi.

Anyone want some?

Yes.

Lemon polenta cake.

Tom bought it for me.

To celebrate.

Who's Tom?

The lab technician on my last op.

Ah, yes. I forget that you're big mates with all the lab rats.

Because I was on fire in theatre.

Even got a compliment from Naylor.

Shut up. What did she say?

She smiled at me. A bit.

Then insulted me.

So not really a compliment, then.

No. Anyway, you'll be pleased to know that Tom told me that you have

a secret admirer.

I told Tom you have a girlfriend.

Good.

-So who is she?

-Wouldn't you like to know.

-Come on.

-Ready?

-Yep, as I'll ever be.

Zosia, would you like to join us for the sutureless aortic valve?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Sorry.

Wasn't looking where I was going.

Don't just stand there, Dr Burrows, come with us.

Hey, Sol.

So, what have you been doing with yourself?

I'm a right clumsy clot.

I got into a fight with a machine and came off worse.

Machine sprung me forwards then back again.

Completely winded me.

So when was that?

Yesterday.

Why didn't you come in earlier?

I didn't think it was that bad,

but woke up this morning and could hardly move.

Well, we'll get you comfortable and then I'll take a look at you.

Dr Burrows, would you give him some oxygen, please?

You might find it easier from the other side.

Yeah.

This is Dr Burrows.

Hello. Sol.

You look how I feel.

Morning, Serena.

Morning. Ah! Now...

Having burnt my toast and then spilled an entire carton of milk,

I checked my e-mails and finally a sliver of hope shone

on what was fast becoming another terrible day.

You have made the shortlist for the registrars' scheme.

I did? Excellent.

Congratulations. Fantastic news for your career, not to mention AAU.

Thank you.

Now, with the funding I would like you to develop an area of expertise

compatible with AAU, and I was thinking abdominal trauma.

Whoa, slow down. I'm only on the shortlist.

Oh, that's just a formality.

Now, it would be a good idea if you drew up a list of your

biggest surgeries to date and have it ready in case they ask for it.

And I think you should oversee the junior doctors,

cos being a mentor will go down extremely well in your interview.

Now, there are a few patients left over from yesterday that need

to be discharged, and there's a referral to ITU.

Oh, and there's a couple of electives I'd like you in on.

Anything else?

No, but if you wanted to you could...

No, no, no.

I was joking.

I'd like you to continue treating Sol.

If you need any help, Mr Levy will be on hand

to give you support in my absence.

I've left the cholecystitis patient plans at the nurses' station.

Any questions, come and find me.

Very tender.

I think you've injured your abdomen, Sol.

Dr Burrows.

Do you notice the difference between the left and the right-hand side?

Yeah, the right is definitely more distended.

Yes, good, excellent. So we'll need an ultrasound.

Like they use to see the baby?

Yes, Sol.

Just like the baby, yes.

And how is your baby-making going?

Essie and I are no longer together.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

It's fine.

So listen, has your wife had the baby yet?

No, not yet. Due in a month.

And you wanted a boy, didn't you? So do you know what it is?

Not yet. Just waiting for the surprise.

OK, just put your mask back on. There you go.

That's it.

You're looking a bit better.

Thanks. So do you.

This is great.

Yeah. Well, you want to try the morphine.

Why am I not on that?

I'm going to go and order your ultrasound.

-Dr March.

-Mo's op is about to start.

No, you're with me on the Michael Malone case.

-Did you not seen the amended list?

-No, I can't.

-Dr March!

Is this how junior doctors cope with stress these days?

Yeah.

I find acupuncture helps me. You should try it, too.

Oh, thanks for the tip. I'm Jasmine, F1.

Tristan Wood, new chairman of the board.

Ah.

Ric's office is down here, isn't it?

Yeah, I'll show you.

How long have you been working here, Jasmine?

A few months.

Any ideas what you'll specialise in?

Definitely cardiothoracics.

Next stop Darwin, then?

Maybe Jac Naylor will take you under her wing.

Fingers crossed.

There we go.

Nice to meet you, Jasmine.

Come in.

Mr Wood.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to spend some time on Keller, getting to know what

it needs, what the staff think, you know, that kind of thing.

Any reason why?

You're kidding.

Has no-one told you?

I got the job.

Zosia, are you done?

-Jac...

-If you're too scared to work on the case,

at least have the courage to say it.

I'm not scared.

Oh, hello, Dr March.

Hello.

Well, go on, then, give me the bad news.

We can't do that until we've at least done an X-ray.

What I can tell you is your blood pressure is way too high

for my liking.

Dr March, can you examine the site of the previous tumour, please?

I can feel some lymph nodes.

OK. We need to run a PET scan, as well, rule out metatastic disease.

How's Arthur?

Could you take a deep breath for me?

I just need to check your lung function.

OK, we have got Kim Whitfield, 35 years old.

Laceration to the face and left arm. BP 120 over 80.

Pulse 80, sats 99.

Hi, Kim, I am Mr Di Lucca and this is Dr Digby.

Hello.

They haven't given me any pain relief

and my arm is fricking killing me.

-You wouldn't give me some, would you?

-Yeah, of course.

Let's get you over here in the meantime and I'll have a quick look.

So, what happened?

High heels and prosecco -

it's usually a good combo, but not last night.

A pair of flats in your bag for the walk home never fails.

Yeah, this happened from the cab to the front door.

That's just bad luck.

OK, well, we'll get you something for the pain and for the swelling.

10mg of morphine, 400 of ibuprofen, FBC, U&Es and an X-ray, please.

You wouldn't get me a glass of water, would you?

I'm desperately dehydrated. Look at these bags.

Those magic fluids will rehydrate you in no time,

but I will also get you a glass of water.

PHONE BUZZES

Ssh, the boss.

Don't want him to know that I'm in hospital.

John, darling. How can I help you?

Sit forward for me.

I was supposed to be pram shopping with my wife.

I'm just going to examine your back.

Did you injure your back at all?

No, I would have felt it, wouldn't I?

-Sacha?

-Yep.

I think he has a puncture wound in his back.

OK, Let's take a look.

Can you grab his patient notes from the nurses' station, please?

Ah, Jasmine. We meet again.

Yes, seems we do.

I'm just talking to your colleagues to find out how they think

the ward is, if it needs anything in particular.

Any ideas?

On-site spa for staff?

Actually, I think that's a brilliant idea.

I second that.

Really?

Holistic investment in staff equals improved patient care

equals instant results.

And there's funding for that, is there?

That's my job to worry about.

Keep the ideas coming, people.

Well, gold star. He certainly likes you.

OK, so, drinks tonight. I've got a surprise.

What?

I'm in, obviously, but what?

I can't say. You'll just have to see.

Hello? Patient notes?

Yeah, sorry. I can't, I've got an early start.

Why didn't you tell Michael that Arthur was dead?

You told him?

Why wouldn't I? And more to the point, why wouldn't you?

I'd prefer to find out what's wrong with him,

than catch up on hospital news.

He has the right to know.

Zosia, I know this is...

..difficult to talk about,

but Michael gave his stent to Arthur.

Yes, I am perfectly aware of that.

Found out who your admirer is yet?

Good one. Bring it round to me.

Ollie, it's always about you.

I think it might be Kirsty Adami.

She's always looked at me funny and now I know why.

Ha, you wish.

Not her?

Georgia, radiology? The one with the massive...

No, you're cold. You are very, very, very cold.

Well, I give up.

You've got to find out before the end of the day.

Michael's scans.

Seeing as you're doing all you can not to be involved,

you can tell him.

Let's go.

Well, I doubt if it's done any serious damage.

But let's get a CT scan to see what we're dealing with.

Well done for spotting this, Dr Burrows.

Mr Griffin, if the machine Sol was working with caused that,

he could get compensation, right?

What was the machine for?

We're here to treat Sol, Dr Burrows, not to investigate the machine.

I don't mind. We call it the brachiosaurus -

it's like a cutting machine.

The Sadler 400 or something.

OK, Sol. Rest now, we'll let you know if the scan shows up anything.

Dr Burrows, would you please get on with

the cholecystitis patient plans?

The CT scan shows us that the tracheal tumour has returned.

Ah, well. Time for the stent, then?

I'm afraid at this stage, the stent you could have had

is no longer suitable.

However, we'll remove the tumour and insert

a graft to restructure your airway.

But the tumour could return?

Like all tumours, yes, it could.

Dr March.

Mr Valentine told me about Arthur.

I am so sorry.

Thank you.

Would you be so kind as to get me a newspaper, please?

-Yes, of course.

-Thank you.

So, what did your boss say?

He's given me a practically unachievable deadline.

He's making you work?

He doesn't know I'm in hospital, does he?

Why is that again?

Let's just say I am rather accident prone.

I don't want him to think I can't handle the party side of the job.

-What do you do?

-PR for an events company.

-That sounds fun.

-Yeah, I love it.

Which is why I don't want to lose it.

Then maybe you need to learn to take it a bit easier.

Where would the fun in my job be if I can't sample

all the cocktails on the menu?

RAF CHUCKLES

OK, that looks fine.

We'll just have a look at that face of yours now.

I don't want to sound stupid.

There's a guy over there who's far worse off than I am, but...

I really don't want a scar on my face.

There are no guarantees, but I'll try my hardest for you.

You know, you've got beautiful eyes.

Sorry, didn't mean to embarrass you.

I have a habit of thinking out loud.

No, it's OK.

look, I'll get a nurse to clean that cut up and then

I'll be back to stitch it up.

Raf, I need you over here.

Male, 48 years old, fence embedded in his abdomen.

GCS 10, pulse 60, sats 80%.

Do you know what happened?

Came off his bike and impaled himself on an old fence.

-Nasty.

-Yep.

Right, all the usual tests, please - FBC, U&Es, LFT,

crossmatch and clotting and a CT scan.

Now, it's highly likely that he's got extensive internal damage

and this is exactly the sort of case that will go down well

in your interview, so I'd like you to concentrate on this

and leave the minor cases to Morven.

OK, I'll just finish up with this patient.

Morven's perfectly capable.

Get the CT done so we know what we're looking at.

"Storms wreak havoc across country". How appropriate.

"Cancer wreaks havoc across a dying man's body".

I'm sorry.

I'm probably the last person you wanted to see.

No, not at all.

Zosia.

You mustn't feel guilty...

about Arthur, or me.

Especially me.

My time is up.

I've known it for a while.

Those extra couple of months were a bonus.

It's not the same.

No, it's not.

I'm still going to try and buy you more time.

Zosia, look...

Jac's asking what the holdup is.

Could you get Tom on the phone for me, please?

-Polenta Tom?

-Just get him on the phone.

Essie, have you seen Dom?

Yeah, he's doing a laparoscopy.

News just in - I got shortlisted for the registrars' scheme.

-Well done.

-You mind if I crash your drinks?

-No.

Dom mentioned you had a surprise.

Tell me now, I won't say a word. You can trust me.

Not as far as I can throw you.

-Hey, Sach.

-Hey.

Are you going to come for a drink later?

I'd love to, but I'm taking Rachel to the cinema.

There's a surprise in store.

I know, I know, I've heard. I'll have to hear about it tomorrow.

Go on, tell me.

No.

Aren't you supposed to be working on the patient plans?

Yeah, but...

I know you want to help Sol like this,

but I just think you should focus on your job.

I mean, you're doing great, you know.

But my advice is, just don't get on the wrong side of Ric.

-OK?

-Yeah.

-Good.

Come in.

I've thought of a way we can give Michael years.

Instead of simply removing the tumour,

we can do a stem-cell tracheal implant.

We already have his stem cell tissue from the last time he was here.

We could use the graft to replace the trachea

we remove with the tumour.

It's better than the prosthetic option, which is open

to all sorts of issues - leaking, granulation, obstruction.

It is a more expensive procedure but part of that expense

has already been spent.

Why don't we take advantage of that today?

Hand it over.

That Kim woman is like a dog with a bone - she's asking for you

to stitch up her cheek. Again.

Well, I'm a bit busy here. Could you deal with it?

Well, yeah, I tried to convince her, but she was adamant that she wanted

"Dr Bambi".

OK, well, I suppose it'll only take me about ten minutes.

Could you check Mr Patsalos' obs while I work on Kim?

Hallelujah.

Welcome back. I thought you'd abandoned me.

So how come you didn't want Dr Digby to stitch you up?

Don't get me wrong, she's lovely.

But, I don't know, I guess I trust you more.

She's probably got a steadier hand than I do.

Now if I could just ask you to keep still.

I know this may sound mad, but when I'm finished here,

would you like to go for a drink?

Is that you thinking out loud again?

Sorry. Associative thinking.

I'd love a drink, you know, to calm me down whilst you stitch me up,

and, well, then I connected it with going for a drink with you,

and it just came out.

Right, cos for a minute there...

So, would you?

As I'm officially still your doctor, I'm afraid I can't answer that.

I'll interpret that as a yes.

No comment.

How are you feeling?

So much better than before.

I've been looking at that machine that injured you.

OK, what about it?

Apparently it's banned in Europe.

-Really?

-Well, I mean, they're phasing it out,

which is why your company can still use it. But it's dangerous.

You're lucky it didn't kill you.

I don't understand.

If you report this, you will get compensation.

First we need to work out the extent of your injuries,

and then you can discuss your options with a lawyer.

Dr Burrows.

What are you doing?

It's risky, it's complicated, but it gives Michael the best chance.

You think you can pull it off?

Absolutely.

Good. Get ready.

I thought I asked you to concentrate on the patient plans.

Yes, Mr Griffin.

Then what were you doing with Sol?

I thought it was important for him to know about the machine.

More important than the other patients?

-No, of course not, but...

-Then why aren't the plans on my desk?

Sorry, Mr Griffin.

Dr Burrows, I don't know the circumstances which led

to your removal from Darwin, and I don't need to know.

On Keller, you have a clean slate.

Let's not have a repeat performance.

Now I think it's be best if you came off Sol's case completely.

Of course.

And Dr Burrows.

Please don't ever come on to my ward with a hangover again.

OK. Tumour's out.

Ready for the graft.

Dr March, can you attach the graft to the end of the trachea, please,

while I hold it in position?

You can apply more force, it's not going to bite you.

Mean pressure's low.

Right, lets up the noradrenaline fluids, please.

Stable.

Watch and learn, Mr Valentine.

OK, good. Let's get ready to close.

His pupil's enlarged.

Damn, it must be a neural issue.

It can't be, we just completed the graft.

Someone call neuro immediately, please.

Jasmine.

Pssst.

Jasmine.

I'm not supposed to be treating you any more.

I'll be very quick, just...

I just wanted to talk to you about the accident.

How much money will I get?

-I don't know. Thousands, probably.

-Really?

Dr Burrows, and Solomon Cazacu.

Romanian?

Impressive - most people pronounce it wrong.

I'm Tristan Wood, chairman of the board.

Not every day I get to see the bosses.

Well, today's your lucky day.

Not so lucky, or I wouldn't be in here.

Sol has an abdominal injury caused by a machine at his work.

I'm sorry to hear that, Sol. Where do you work?

AV Constructions. We're sometimes in the hospital.

Aircon systems.

Ah, yes, I know the company well.

Maybe you could help then, Mr Wood.

It's just, I mean, I'm sure the hospital would be within its right

to run a few background checks,

make sure that the company's abiding by health and safety laws.

There might be something Sol can use in his case.

Yes, there may be.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Nice to meet you, Sol.

Dr Burrows will keep me informed of your progress.

All right, Sol, just try and breathe.

Essie, can you help me, please?

Lie back.

Do you want me to call Ric?

No, it's fine.

Ah, Ric.

So, how are you finding my staff?

Well and happy?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

It seems they like to go the extra mile.

Well, that's what doctors do.

Dr Burrows in particular.

She has ambition. I think she'll go very far.

But...

Forgive me for saying, but I do wonder whether

she has her focus in the right place.

Meaning?

She appears to be supporting a patient in litigious matters.

Well, as much as I agree that it's not part of her remit

to get involved,

I admire her moral compass.

You misunderstand me. I agree with you 100%.

I'm not wielding the axe, Ric.

I'm just keeping you in the loop.

I've got to get on, let's catch up later.

We're going to need IV fluids and crossmatch bloods.

-You need to call Ric.

-Essie, leave it.

He's in hypovolemic shock. Call him.

I can do it, it's fine.

Dr Burrows, he needs to be in theatre now.

-Do you want me to do it?

-No.

All right, step aside.

Dr Burrows, step aside!

The cancer's metastasised to the brain and there's hydrocephalus.

Can we still operate?

It's too large to remove safely.

He's fitting.

5mg of diazepam, quickly.

How long has he got?

It's hard to say.

Weeks? Days?

Hours.

Let's get him straight to theatre.

He's bleeding out. Now what were you thinking of?

Why didn't you call me immediately?

I was stabilising him.

Well, clearly you weren't.

You were putting your ego first and not the patient's wellbeing.

No. Let me finish.

I made it very clear that I wanted you to leave Sol

and concentrate on the patient plans.

Let's hope this isn't irreversible.

I just wanted to prove to you that you can trust me.

Well, you choose a very curious strategy for doing that.

Now I suggest you just stay out of my way.

So you can write that up and use it to pitch for abdominal trauma.

Anything else? Do you have any extra admin I could take off you,

or maybe pick up your dry cleaning?

Sorry?

Raf, Kim's looking for you.

She wants you to check her wound.

-Can't you check it?

-I did, obviously.

It's fine, but she won't take my word for it.

OK, tell her I'll be there as soon as I can.

Special dispensation for your notably alluring patient.

Take that back.

Oh, learn to take a joke.

You know what? You've been on my case all day.

You've made me run around like an F1.

This funding is my project, it's not a distraction for you.

Raf...

Suction, please.

Damn.

-You OK?

-Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

She did what she thought was right in the moment.

The right thing was to call me.

Yep, there's a tear in the mesentery.

No wonder it didn't show up on the scan.

Help me tie it off, please.

You know, you've got to put yourself in her shoes.

She's ambitious, desperately trying to please you the first time

she gets to work with you.

You've got to remember, you are the Don of this department.

And I think she deserves a bit of respect just for being a Naylor.

A what?

Well, a Burrows officially, but...

Wait, are you telling me that she's related to Jac Naylor?

You didn't know?

Ah, I thought you'd be in the loop. Yes, she's Jac's half-sister.

I think you better know,

she's been unceremoniously dumped off Darwin for not much more.

He's losing too much blood. OK, let's do this.

Jac Naylor's sister.

Well, well, well.

BP is rising.

All right, well, let's close him up and get him out of here.

He's got a pregnant wife to go home to.

And I have some bridges to build.

Skinny latte, please.

And mine's a double shot soya latte.

That was a joke, obviously.

I don't expect you to get me a coffee.

But I will anyway.

Escaping the wrath of Ric?

You saw all that?

Is he always that harsh on you?

Well, he was right. I should have called him and I didn't.

We all learn from our mistakes.

Yeah, tell me about it.

It doesn't mean to say you won't become a brilliant doctor.

Well, not if Ric has his say.

What do you mean?

It's fine, honestly. Thanks.

I don't want to see a talented young F1 drop out because

a senior member of staff isn't giving her the support she needs.

Why didn't you call Ric?

I'm not sure.

You're not sure?

I guess I find him a bit intimidating.

Right.

I just didn't want him there making me nervous.

I mean, Sacha's great, Sacha is so encouraging.

Ric just sort of...looms.

Looms or...

bullies?

Well, maybe that's too strong a word.

But if it's how you feel...

I guess I just feel like I've been through the wringer a bit.

We've all been there.

Don't be disheartened. Maybe take some time, get some fresh air,

and then get back in the saddle.

Thanks for the coffee.

And the chat.

Don't mention it.

Scale of one to ten.

How bored are you?

Perfect. I'm on my way up.

You'd better be ready for battle.

So what is it? It's 5-2 to me, isn't it?

As if. I was Snakes & Ladders champion in primary four.

Yeah, course you were.

So how much longer, do they think?

I'm getting out tomorrow.

-That's great news.

-Yeah.

Can't wait to get back to normal.

So come on, spit it out. I recognise that face.

What's the matter?

Serena. She's doing my head in.

I've been getting it in the ear all day.

I hope you gave her what for.

Yeah, actually, I did.

Oh. Well, go a bit easy on her.

Yeah, I know.

I'm on the shortlist for this registrars' funding scheme.

Well, that's great, well done.

Serena is taking it really seriously.

She's got me working in trauma cases only,

while poor Morven is trying to deal with everyone else -

the patients that I actually really want to treat.

Patients you "actually really want to treat"?

Yeah, well, there is one in particular.

She's a bit high maintenance,

but funny.

Oi, oi.

Yeah, all right, calm down.

Me and the kids went bowling last night.

What, without me?

Yeah, all right, Big Lebowski, we can go again when you get out.

There we go.

Oh, but word to the wise - you might want to let Mikey win.

Nice to get out, though.

Just goes to show - more to life than work, mate.

Yes, get in.

Wait, I've got it. She's jacking in nursing.

No, not Essie.

She's probably just bought a labradoodle to replace Sacha.

Or...she's fallen in love with Hanssen

and they're eloping to Uppsala?

Yuck.

Oliver Valentine?

A little better.

Here she is.

How's the head?

Trumped by Ric Griffin.

Yeah, I heard you rattled his cage.

Yeah, well, I'm over it now.

All talked out.

Found yourself a new confidante?

No, I just feel better now I've talked about it.

With...?

Come on, don't be coy.

Tristan Wood.

LAUGHTER

Oh, I can't tell if you're joking.

Why would I be joking?

Well, because you're the lowest of the low

and he's the highest of the high.

And you went behind Ric's back.

I'm actually quite impressed.

Shut up, he's not like that.

He's a nice bloke, he gave me perspective.

Yeah, sure. Your very own Oprah.

-Something like that.

-I've got it.

She's having gender reassignment and we should now address HIM

as Esteban.

Ah, Es - si.

The operation went well.

But during the surgery we discovered that the cancer

has spread to the brain.

A brain tumour?

Yes.

And it's progressed too far for us to operate.

How long?

Not long.

I knew when I came in this morning

that I probably wouldn't leave.

But thank you for believing in me.

I should have told you that Arthur died.

I should have opened up and talked to you about it properly.

But I couldn't,

and that wasn't fair.

Is there anything you'd like to ask me now?

How did he go in the end?

I mean, did he suffer much?

I...

I wasn't there.

It's another fit. 4mg of lorazepam, slowly.

I told him.

Yeah, sure. Absolutely. OK.

Thank you.

Hey.

How's the hangover?

Manageable.

Oh, well, that's good, cos you've just been called

-to Hanssen's office.

-What?

Yeah. My advice - count to ten and stare at the fish.

That should do it.

Good luck.

Hi.

Hey. No scar?

No, no, it shouldn't leave a scar.

It looks good.

You and your cougar made up?

Cougar?

You mean Serena?

She's my boss.

If you say so, darling.

What about your boss?

Are you going to call him, tell him the truth?

Yeah, I suppose this is pretty hard to lie about.

Not to mention by necessity - today has been not so productive so far.

I've never heard of anyone being fired because

they were accident prone.

Look, Kim, about that drink.

Normally, I would love to but I've just got a lot on at the moment.

I'm looking after a mate's kids,

I've just taken on a new work project -

late nights, early mornings.

When do you have time for any fun?

Look, a nurse will be over to discharge you soon.

You should make that call.

Yeah, doing it now.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Come in.

Ah, Dr Burrows.

You wanted to see me?

Yes.

Sit down, please.

I've been informed that you've been having some issues on your ward

with a senior member of staff.

Is that correct?

Well, yes, but it's nothing that I can't handle.

Are you sure?

I only ask because you said, apparently -

and correct me if I'm wrong - that you were feeling intimidated.

Dr Burrows, you'll appreciate that if you are feeling

intimidated then that's something that we must take very seriously.

I didn't say that.

I mean, I...

All right, let's start from the beginning, shall we?

HEAVY BREATHING

You had a fit.

This is not going exactly as I planned.

What do you mean?

Well, to tell you the truth,

I was hoping to just slip quietly into unconsciousness.

No bloody fits, no aches and pains and choking.

You know, more picturesque,

like in the films.

Well, the drugs should help a fit from happening again.

Zosia.

Zosia.

Zosia, dear.

You really must stop beating yourself up.

He was my best friend.

And I wasn't there when he needed me.

Yet you were the one who saved his life.

Not for long.

I'm not there for anyone I love - my mother, Arthur.

That's not true. You loved them both dearly,

and that's all that matters in the end.

Thank you.

I need to ask you a favour.

Doctor.

MACHINE BEEPS

He's hypotensive. Let's give him IV fluids,

start a dopamine infusion.

Yep, that's it.

Well done.

Right, open the taps on the bags.

Good.

Look...

I may have been a little harsh on you earlier,

and I apologise.

I've since learnt a little about what fuelled your exit from Darwin

and I understand that there was more to it than I had appreciated.

Thank you, Mr Griffin.

He's stabilising, but we should check his haemoglobin.

For what's it's worth, I think you've got good instincts

and you did what any doctor in your position would have done.

Thank you.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Zosia. Thank you.

It's the least I can do.

A complaint has been made by a junior doctor about

ineffective leadership, lack of support, and some intimidation.

What?

That's ridiculous.

No, it's true, I'm afraid.

Who made this complaint?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Jasmine Burrows.

As you know, we operate a zero-tolerance policy,

so the board has decided to suspend you while the complaint

is being investigated.

Suspend me?

Well, Ric, if it were only up to me...

Tristan Wood.

Obviously I'll try to get this resolved as quickly as possible.

No.

No, forget it.

I'll handle this.

Ric, I really don't advise that.

Arthur used to say that hearts were like trees.

The aorta was the trunk and the arteries the twigs and branches.

You know the day you gave him the stent was the day

that I decided to be the fox.

Fox?

A story my dad used to read me, a fable.

You're no fox, my dear.

Keep talking.

Arthur always used to quote at me...

"Be happy in this moment because this moment is your life".

And I never quite got it.

But I do now.

I'll remember this.

This moment.

Sitting under the canopy of this beautiful tree.

When I decided to be happy.

Goodbye.

Yeah.

Serena, can I have a word, please?

Only if it's to say you intend to hurl me fully clothed

into a vat of Shiraz.

I am sorry for losing my temper earlier.

I'm sorry, too, for piling so much on top of you.

I also want to say that I'm pulling out of the registrars scheme.

No, Raf. Because of today?

That funding has your name written all over it.

I'll get off your case, I promise.

It's not that.

I don't want the funding.

But it's a fantastic opportunity.

I'm sorry, but I just don't want the extra pressure

and responsibility right now.

Such a shame.

It's just bad timing,

and life's all about the right timing, isn't it?

You're missing her, aren't you?

Right.

Well, here is one task you do not get out of, Mr Di Lucca.

Come on, you have to.

I'm sorry. I know I've wasted your time.

No, it's not that. I just hate to see them get away with it.

Sucks.

But I had a chat with Tristan and I've decided

it's the best thing for everyone.

Tristan?

Yeah. He's a good guy, gave me some great advice.

Looks like you've got a visitor.

If you'll excuse me, I just have to go and do something.

-Thanks, Larry.

-You're welcome.

-Sorry.

-That's all right.

Not seen him before.

That's Larry, the new phlebotomist.

(And your secret admirer.)

So, slight misdirect earlier, then.

I am suitably flattered.

So...

So Michael died.

You OK?

Actually, yes, I'm good.

Essie's having some drinks later at Albie's, I was wondering...

That'd be good.

I'm going to classify what you've just done

as a particularly inventive interpretation of end-of-life care.

Don't do it again.

I've been like some kind of hormonal adolescent.

I'm so sorry.

The first step in getting over it is owning up to it.

Raf.

I love her.

Well, what's the problem?

The problem is she turns my life upside down

then buggers off to Kiev!

Leaving me a... What am I?

A washed up, mid-life lesbian.

If that's actually a thing.

Oh, God, what if it's just some mid-life experimentation,

and I'm just kidding myself?

There is a sure way to find out.

LAUGHTER

That settles it -

you're definitely lesbian.

Dr Burrows, have you got a minute?

I know you've spoken to Mr Hanssen.

You could have warned me.

-I thought I had your blessing.

-You assumed.

You clearly needed an advocate.

I'm waiting for Ric.

I'm not sure that's such a good...

..to tell him that you have stakes in the company that Sol works for.

That's why you convinced him not to sue, isn't it?

Hang on, slow down.

I was an investor, but I'm not any more.

I haven't had anything to do with the company for six years.

I thought...

I advised Sol not to go ahead because of the damage

it would cause to him and his family.

These cases can go on for years and years.

Don't beat yourself up for your good intentions.

Thank you.

To Michael.

To Michael.

Oh, 11 o'clock.

So, we're all very intrigued, Ms Harrison.

Or Mr Harrison...

How many people did you tell?

So, go on, what's the big secret?

We need to wait for Morven.

Raf.

A few of us are going to Albie's.

Apparently Essie's got a surprise.

Fancy coming?

Yeah, sure, why not?

-Finally.

-Did we miss it?

-No.

Essie.

Right, well I didn't think there would be so many of you.

Thank you, Dom.

But, I've got a new addition.

Ooh.

At least it's not a tramp stamp.

I was expecting something a lot more scandalous.

Do you have any idea how much this hurt?

And how long I've been plucking the courage up to get it?

I think it's lovely, Essie. It's very you.

Thank you, Ise.

There's a guy looking at you.

Over there.

Who's that?

-He's cute.

-To friendship.

You're doing quite a lot of toasting tonight...

Ollie, there's a lot to toast.

To the future.

-May I join you?

-Sure.

To the future.

LIFT: Doors opening.

Lift going down.

LIFT: Doors closing.