Aces High Holby City

-I gave you that for luck.

-Now, here's what I think of your precious Arthur.

-The things you said to me...

-Could have been a lot worse.

Pub after work. We can get an early night.

Come on, Ellie.

Come on, don't do this.

You need to call Edward.

Oh, God.

Your lips.

What?

There are dots?

-Oh, yeah, of course.

-SHE LAUGHS

Matteo Rossini. I knew it.

He's the one who stole the Digby stent.

Ta-da.

What's all this?

Well, I thought it might make

a healthy change from your

customary croissant.

Mm. Thank you.

Well, they do nothing for your waistline.

Are you calling me a fatty?

Did I say that?

Well, being with you certainly is a lifestyle choice.

Well, eat up

and we might have time for afters.

SHE GRUNTS

-Morning.

-Morning.

-The big pitch today?

-Certainly is.

We want that funding - you ready?

-Raring to go.

-Glad to hear it.

LAUGHTER

SHE YELPS

Yeah, so I'll see you up there.

Champagne's on me tonight at Albie's.

Great.

SHE GIGGLES

SHE SIGHS

-Morning.

-Thought you might be wearing the penguin suit to operate.

The what?

-Sinatra-style.

-Oh, I could change back if you want.

-I hope you haven't been drinking.

-Who needs drink?

-Ollie?

-Yeah?

-Got time for a quick run-through before the pitch?

-No problem.

-He's word perfect.

-It's your chest recon presentation today?

-Certainly is.

-Oh, yeah, he's going to blow them away, aren't you?

Well, that's the plan.

I'm sure it will be a great success.

-Your first battle for funding - nervous?

-No.

Liar.

-I'd like you to the lead on the pitch.

-Sure.

This is your baby, so...

Well, I appreciate the support.

My pleasure. My office?

-Is she on drugs?

-Well, maybe she just believes in me.

Finally.

-Mm. Better late than never.

-Love you.

-Love you.

ISAAC: Going to make sure he's going to take care of you, all right?

Everything will be fine.

INDISTINCT

Scrotal abscess.

-Delicious(!)

-Mr Carter, bay seven, needs draining.

-Got something for you to get your teeth into.

-Oh, really?

Down, boy.

-Go on.

-It's a case.

Spoilsport.

NET tumour in the terminal ileum.

Ooh. OK, that sounds interesting.

-Pre-op, the patient needs Octreotide.

-OK.

You know what that is and why he needs it?

The tumour can release a hormone which sends the

blood pressure sky-high, and the Octreotide keeps that in check.

I'm impressed.

I'm assuming you're going to be doing a stapled anastomosis?

Correct.

Can I do it?

That wasn't the plan.

Yeah, but it'll be my first.

I thought you'd be happy just to assist.

Well, I've got to learn sometime.

OK...but you'd better be on your A game...

Don't worry. I will be.

Fancy going out later?

Well, I'll have to impress you more often.

Dinner?

Depends what's on the menu.

Dominic, what am I going to do with you?

I don't know - you tell me.

HE WHISPERS

-You're filthy.

-HE LAUGHS

Hi, Daisy.

Hey, it's my special Valentine.

So Lily is toast on the side and cheese?

Hello, Steve.

-No, Lily hates cheese.

-Even I know that.

Trying to sort the kids' teas out while I'm in here.

Need a PhD in logistics.

-SHE SIGHS Give it here.

-Thanks, Sweets.

Sometimes it feels like I've got

six kids instead of five.

Yeah, I don't know how you do it.

I don't know what tires me out the most -

him or all these operations.

Well, hopefully this will be the last.

So you're going to try some new thing on me?

Mr Valentine, will you talk Daisy through it?

It's not new, It's just something we'd like to do

a lot more of here at Holby.

I've always wanted to be a guinea pig.

Well, we're going to reconstruct the chest wall using a biopatch,

which will solidify post-surgery, and offer more protection.

-Sounds good.

-Actually, we'd like to use your case to illustrate

-our pitch, if it's all right with you?

-To who?

Ah, it was going to be the director of surgery, Mr Griffin, but now

-it's the chairman of the board.

-Is it?

Wow! Fame at last, hey?

SHE LAUGHS

Well, yes, it would...

it would definitely help having his backing to secure funding.

Of course. I can't let my favourite doctor down, can I?

Yes!

What?

Thanks, Daisy.

This whole pitch was tailored to Griffin -

do you think I need to refocus?

Ric's busy in the ED. Look, a suit's a suit.

You got this.

I'll be back with you shortly, Mr Carter.

-Essie!

-CAROLE LAUGHS

Hi, Carole...

Have you done something new with your hair?

-I don't think so.

-Looks lovely.

-Thanks.

Is Sacha around?

-Ah, he's taken some leave.

-Aw.

-Dazzle!

-SHE LAUGHS

Mother, what are you doing here?

-It's your dad's birthday.

-Is it?

Always forgets our birthdays, this one.

Surely not.

I'm taking him out for his lunch,

but we thought we'd stop in here and see you first.

Oh, what, Dad's up here?

No, he's downstairs in the cafe.

Oh, OK. Thank God.

Well, that's not very nice, Dazzle.

You got time for a quick cuppa?

Well, uh, no, I'm working, Mum.

-Present.

-What's that?

-Pus.

-Eew!

-I'll get that to the lab.

-Thanks.

And I'm sure Isaac won't mind you taking an early break.

-Who's Isaac...?

-Dom's bo...

-Boss.

Well, we won't keep you long.

Oh, I'm just up...up to my eyes in it, Mum.

-Aw, it's his birthday.

-Excuse me.

Ah...OK, fine, I'll make time.

Aw, thanks, love.

He'll be happy as a wasp in a Walnut Whip.

-SHE LAUGHS

-Yeah.

OK, look, you head on down,

and I will be down in a sec.

OK.

After you and Valentine have made your pitch,

I'd like to put a proposal of my own to the chairman.

SHE TUTS

There was a deadline for submissions.

-I see.

-They've already drawn up a shortlist.

-Interesting.

-What is?

I never saw you as the kind of woman

who choose the rules over genius.

This idea of yours - genius, is it?

If you don't hear me out, you'll never know.

Well, save your breath,

it's Valentine's Day.

Have you ever seen a rod like that?

I can't say I have.

12-foot-six

carbon telescopic pole.

Do you think he'd pay more attention to me if was a trout?

-Well, you've got the...

-Don't.

How's your skinny latte?

Oh, it's beautiful, love.

When did you start drinking skinny lattes?

Since Graham and Ed moved in next door.

-Who?

-Ed is a fireman...

He can turn his hand to anything.

.. and Graham's a detective sergeant.

Right, and what's that got to do with anything?

Well, they've got this, you know, fancy coffee machine.

Weekends haven't been the same since they moved in.

Italian thing.

Your father's quite the microsexual these days.

And they've got an eight-burner barbecue

with a wood chip smoker tray.

-Ah.

-HE LAUGHS

OK. You're telling me that they are...?

Married...

..to each other.

Right.

Well, as much as I would love

to hear more about Graham and Ed, I'm actually very busy,

-so I'm going to have to go and get back...

-Oh, hang on, love.

Um, your father's got a bit of a health issue, and we

wondered if you might...?

Oh, you're not going to bring that up on me ruddy birthday, are you?

It's his bowels.

Have you seen your GP?

He refuses point blank to go.

Well, what's the problem?

He's got blood...

in his stool.

Flamin' Nora!

-How long's this been going on?

-Months!

-Weeks!

And I'm assuming you've done nothing about it?

I don't s'pose you could give him a quick check-up, could you?

Now?

Just to put my mind at rest?

For me? I didn't know you cared.

For Serena, actually.

-Ah.

-From one of the porters.

-Right.

-Her office is beginning to look a lot like a florist.

Terry, do you mind?

I saw all the sympathy cards piled up in there, too.

Yeah. If you see your mum, can you ask if she wants to collect them?

-I'm not sure I will, to be honest.

-Why not?

This is my last day on the job.

Ah, here he is.

This is Lennie Dick -

dislocated finger and multiple lacerations from a fall.

You all right, fella?

Very well, thank you. I'm Dr Dunn, this is Dr Digby.

Morven.

I hear Lennie is a gravedigger - is that right?

Yeah, I fell down me hole.

Well, i-it's not my hole.

I-I mean I dug it, like, you know, but it's not...

-It's OK, we get the picture.

-Ah.

HE TUTS

Right. So what's the plan, then?

Um...yeah, so dress the injuries,

abdo scan and relocate the finger.

OK.

I should have seen this coming.

Sorry?

Oh...nothing.

OK, well, we'll get those cuts and bruises sorted out,

-and we'll get that finger back in.

-OK.

-Back in a bit.

Cameron...

what do you mean this is your last day?

Oh, I'm transferring out.

But you've barely been here five minutes.

I know.

-Well, where to?

-London.

-But that's...

-Miles away.

Does your mum know?

She's got enough on her plate looking after Serena.

-So you're going to go, just like that?

-Yeah.

Exciting, eh?

-SHE MOANS

-Sorry.

-I was fast asleep there.

-I know.

So I gave you your insulin.

Why did you do that?

I thought they gave you breakfast?

No, I'm nil by mouth.

-I didn't see that.

-Cos of the operation.

What a clown.

Wait, if you've given me insulin...

-that means...

-Daisy?

Daisy?

Wake up.

MACHINE ALERT BEEPS

HE PANTS

BEEPING CONTINUES

Help!

What is the matter?

It's Daisy.

BEEPING CONTINUES

Steve?

-I accidentally gave her an insulin shot and she's conked out.

-What?

I thought she'd had her breakfast!

This can't be happening.

50ml glucose.

-Is she going to be all right?

-No thanks to you.

BEEPING CONTINUES

HE PANTS

-My patient.

-Of course.

BEEPING CONTINUES

BEEPING CONTINUES

HEART MONITOR RESUMES

I've died and gone to heaven, right?

SHE LAUGHS

-LIFT:

-'Doors opening. Lift going down.'

Wait here. I'll be back in a minute, OK?

All right, love.

Is there a treatment room available?

Yeah, why?

-Ah, my dad's had a bit of a health scare.

-Just now?

No, but I need to take a look at him.

Is it serious?

Mum is worried sick, Dad won't go and see a GP, blah, blah blah.

-Fine. Make it quick.

-Thank you.

Could you not tell Isaac?

-Bit embarrassed, are we?

-No, I...

Don't want him to meet the parents?

I...I don't want to get told off.

OK.

Take the treatment room.

Thank you.

Here we go.

What am I supposed to do with this?

Put it on.

I've got to go and do some bloods for another patient,

-but I'll be back shortly.

-Thanks, love.

We'll need to postpone your surgery for a couple of hours.

I hope you're not still going ahead with that chairman thing?

Daisy's not up to it after what happened.

That's up to Daisy.

Yeah, don't cancel it on my part.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah, you go for it.

Thanks.

You shouldn't have taken a gamble like that.

There's a reason we have a protocol here with home medication.

-It's not his fault.

-He could have killed you.

Frightened the life out of me, she did.

-How is she?

-She's OK.

-Good.

-That could have stitched us up completely.

-Is Mrs Gemmill all right?

-She's fine.

No thanks to her idiot husband.

Jac, if you need more time to prepare,

I could put my proposal to the chairman when he arrives.

-W-what proposal?

-Ignore him.

Just a little project I've been working on.

-I thought the deadline was...

-Last week. It was.

-So...?

We're presenting your proposal.

Mr Rossini is talking through his backside.

So how did you manage to fall into the grave, Lennie?

Good question.

Is there a good answer to it?

Well, one minute I was climbing out the hole on the ladder,

then next, I was back down the bottom.

Did you black out?

Went a bit dizzy, but...that's about all I can remember.

You want me to order an ECG?

Yeah, and a head CT, too, just to be on the safe side.

Will do.

Right, Lennie, we're going to relocate that finger.

Now, it might be a bit painful,

-so just keep sucking on that gas, OK?

-Right.

And we're going to keep an eye on it, because if the swelling gets

too bad, we will have to remove your wedding ring, I'm afraid.

Cameron, would you like to do the honours?

Yeah.

-Well, I may as well make use you while I've got you.

-Fair enough.

-So Cameron's leaving us today.

-That right?

Mm, for the Big Smoke.

CRUNCHING, SCREAMING

You're doing great. You're doing great.

HE GROANS

How's it looking?

Expertly done.

Thanks.

When can I go home?

You've only just arrived.

Well, I was thinking about work.

It's a bit soon to be worrying about all that.

They're not going to be happy about me being on the sick.

-They will just have to get on with it.

-LENNIE MOANS

Right, I'll get a nurse over to give you some stronger pain relief,

-all right?

-Yeah.

So dare I ask you why you're going?

I need to be somewhere my mum isn't.

Is it really that bad?

You want to try five minutes in the shadow of the great Bernie Wolfe.

I thought you liked it here?

I do.

So stay?

It's a done deal.

Chest wall dysfunction is associated with significant morbidity

and rapid life-threatening consequences.

The reconstruction of such defects over the past half century

has been greatly improved, increasing survival rates from

a mere, oh, 50% to well over 90%,

reducing the average hospital stay to less than two weeks.

Now, this is Daisy Gemmill.

Hi, Daisy.

Oh, hiya.

-How do you do?

-Nice to meet you.

-You the stand-in, then?

-And her husband, Steve.

-Daisy is the mother of five.

-Don't remind me.

After the sternotomy of CABG,

Daisy was developing osteomylitis of the sternum.

We removed the sternum,

got rid of the infection, but she was left

with a very weak chest wall.

You're making her sound like one of the living dead.

Steve's absolutely right - there have been various points during

her treatment that Daisy has been in grave danger,

but she's back in today for her chest reconstruction using

the biopatch, which will offer her far better protection

and allow her to live life as a normal mum once again.

Mr Darracott's bloods?

-All done.

-Have you written his drugs up?

-Not yet.

-Why not?

I will get to it shortly, I promise.

ISAAC SIGHS Come on, Dom.

I'm trying to rebuild a bit of trust here.

-Trust?

-You know, after the whole research screw-up.

-I thought that was...

-What?

Well, I thought it was sorted...

I need you to be on the ball every minute of every day.

-I am.

-Really?

Look, I-I've just been busy.

Do you want to do the anastomosis or not?

Ooh! There's no need to take that tone.

Excuse me?

My Dazzle always works better with a bit of encouragement.

HE SCOFFS I'm sorry - and you are?

My mum.

Really?

And you must be Isaac?

-Your mother knows...?

-That you are the new registrar, yes.

I'm Carole.

Very pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

So to what do we owe the pleasure?

He's...

he's giving his dad a bit of a check-up.

(Keep it to yourself.)

Your dad's here, too?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Nice profile.

I'm not in the mood.

-Sorry.

-What are you looking at that for anyway, you weirdo?

I was just browsing through a couple of dating sites last night,

and there you were.

It's an awful photo.

I...didn't know you baked.

I don't.

-So I told Morven I was leaving.

-Yeah?

-Seemed a bit...

-What?

-Put out.

-Huh?

Like she actually took it personally.

Well...

she's probably going to miss you. Unless...

What?

-No, nothing.

-Yeah, I hate it when people do that.

-No, honestly.

-Just tell me.

The lip dots?

'Scuse me?

The lip dot's thing - happened in the corridor at Christmas?

-You know about that?

-Yeah, flatmates don't have secrets.

Yeah, it wasn't a secret.

But it might have been a...

moment.

Is that's what Morven said?

Well, not at the time.

OK, I'm so confused.

Now, I'm thinking maybe it was.

-Yeah, I'm sure it wasn't.

-Not for you.

So you think Morven's got feelings for me?

Don't quote me on it, but...

No.

Well done.

What do you think?

-I think he'd be an idiot to say no.

-Really?

I'll let you know, as soon as I hear anything, OK?

SHE SIGHS DEEPLY

Well?

Couldn't have gone any better.

Excuse me.

What was that espresso-stained piece of crap you left on my desk?

You saw my proposal?

You mean the rip-off of my stent idea?

-No, no, no...

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The one you already plagiarised in Berlin.

My proposal is not a rip-off.

It's not just a rip-off...

It is an embellishment,

like a finely-cut ruby on a Faberge egg.

If you think you're flogging some pie in the sky version

of my idea to anyone...

I developed your idea in Berlin and I brought it back to you,

bigger and better.

We take your stent, and we add one more piece of magic -

a stem cell member that attaches to the scaffolding of the stent

and becomes a part of the trachea.

Tell me that isn't brilliant.

When the red mist has lifted,

read what I've written again.

SHE SIGHS

SHE SIGHS

Some days, you know, my guts are in bulk.

What kind of pain?

A bit like a...like a three-foot pike biting chunks out of me.

What is it with you and fish?

And, then, other times, I'm a human wind tunnel.

Your powers of description never cease to amaze me(!)

And then there's the headaches.

Headaches?

Yeah...your mother going on and on and on.

Right, so there aren't any headaches?

Just a joke.

Yeah, that's not helpful.

It's good seeing you like this.

Like what?

You know, doing your doctoring.

-Oh.

-You used to be a great worry to me and your mother.

Was I?

Yeah, I used to look at you and think,

"What's that boy going to do for work?"

Oh, thanks(!)

But then, there's you and Graham and Ed

all out saving lives,

so who cares if you want to watch My Fair Lady

instead of watching the footy?

HE EXHALES

I'm sure your wife will understand.

I doubt it.

-Oh, we could call her and explain if...

-She's been dead for ten years.

Oh, I'm...sorry to hear that.

You what?

We're sorry to hear that.

31 years I've had that on.

Wow, that...that's a really long time.

Yeah...don't I know it?

Well, we'll keep it safe until you're ready to be discharged.

-It feels weird.

-It's bound to.

And we'll take you down for your head scan shortly.

-I can do that.

-I don't mind coming along for the ride.

Whatever you think.

He's worn that ring every day of the ten years since his wife died.

-Yeah.

-I mean, that's true love for you.

-Do you reckon?

-Why, don't you think?

Not my area, true love.

Surely it's everyone's area...

Where have you been? We're due in theatre.

-Change of plan.

-What?

-I've asked Rossini to step in.

-For me?

-No, for me.

-Why?

-I have to see the chairman about the proposal.

Oh, well, in that case we should...

-So you'll be leading.

-Great.

And that means I get the both of them then?

Shall we?

So, what's it like working with my Dazzle?

He's got the makings of an outstanding surgeon.

Ah. Always wanted to be a doctor when he was a boy.

-Really?

-Or a ballet dancer.

-Right.

He thought he was too heavy.

-For the ballet?

-No, for this.

-I'm not quite with you.

Well, he carried a lot of puppy fat in his teens.

-I see.

-He thought his fingers were too sausagey for operations.

-There's nothing wrong with him now.

-Really?

-I've got no complaints.

-Oh.

-Excuse me.

No, no, no, I'm sorry. I'm not having that.

-Dad.

-No, no, no way.

-Mr Copeland.

-What?

-Is everything all right?

-Barry?

-Fine birthday this is! Couldn't you have kept schtum?

-Can we take this off the ward?

-Barry, your gown's open.

-No, no. Leave it alone.

-What's the problem?

Nobody told me that my own son would be shoving his finger up my jacksie.

Well, it wasn't exactly the highlight of my week either.

What about patient dignity, eh?

Mr Copeland, Isaac Mayfield.

Oh, nice to meet you.

I'm a registrar here, and I'd be more than happy to conduct the examination for you.

-Well, I'm not an official patient.

-I'd kind of got that impression.

-There's really no need to...

-It's fine.

Plenty of time before we take Mr Daracott through to theatre.

-That's very good of you.

-It's my pleasure. Shall we?

-Hmph.

-I think you're right.

-About what?

-Morven.

-I knew it.

-What do I do?

-If in doubt, tell the truth.

-Which is?

-That the moment meant nothing.

-Yeah, I can't say that.

-Did it mean something?

-I don't know, I haven't really thought about it.

You could always just leave as planned without mentioning it.

-I don't want to hurt her feelings.

-But you are still going.

-Of course.

-Just let her know where she stands.

I didn't think we stood anywhere until this morning.

I don't know, then.

-Ah, it's the very man.

-What?

-I was just about to talk Lennie through his test results.

-Right.

So, the ECG and head CT were both clear.

-I could have sworn you'd find something.

-Why?

-That fall was no coincidence.

-How do you mean?

Well, I've been on the job since I was in school.

-I've never had an accident in my life.

-Right.

Then I go for a drink with this woman,

the first time since Ellen died.

And?

Ellen's sending me a message from beyond the grave.

By pushing you off a ladder?

I've broken my wedding vows, haven't I?

I'm sure that's not true.

We are still talking about his late wife?

Look, try and get those thoughts out of your head.

-It's a bit late now.

-Why?

I just phoned this new bird back, I told her I didn't want to see her again.

-You're kidding.

-What choice did I have?

BEEPING

Excuse us.

-I think we need a psych consult.

-Course not, he's just a bit...

-A bit?

-Confused, that's all.

You don't mind me doing this, do you?

No, not in the least.

-Whoa! Good morning, Vicar!

-Yeah, try and relax.

I never realised earlier that I'd be going down this route.

I quite understand.

-I didn't kick off cos our Darren's...

-What?

-The way he is.

-I'm not sure I'm with you.

-Batting for the other team.

-Ah.

-No, it's more of a father and son thing.

-Of course.

Hm, I used to be a bit funny about all that but, well, not of late.

What changed?

Oh. How can you not like somebody who smokes their own gammon?

Is that a euphemism?

-Eh?

-Never mind.

-Can you feel anything dodgy up there?

-Nothing thus far.

-It's never been that easy you know.

-Sorry?

-He was always closer to Carole.

-Right.

SIGH OF RELIEF

-My... My old man died of the big "C".

-Really?

He never let on to anyone that he was in pain.

Not even your mother?

-Oh, no, she was long gone by then.

-She died young?

Nah. Nah, she ran off with the insurance man.

My old man just dropped dead one day,

in the back of his butcher's shop.

And when they cut him open he was riddled with it.

-How are things with Zosia?

-Good, thanks.

-Living together is a big step, no?

-It's fine.

-Have you told her that?

-What?

-That it's "fine".

-What's wrong with fine?

-Nothing.

-No, go on.

-Fine is perfectly...fine.

Yes, we can't all dress up our everyday utterings

with florid continental imagery.

For a man with the name Valentine, you have a lot to learn.

-GIGGLES

-Biopatch, please.

Thank you. Excuse me.

I just had a very interesting conversation with our esteemed chairman.

-What about?

-My proposal.

-I thought that was off the cards.

-Me too.

2-0 Prolene, please. Thank you.

What about the deadline?

-You British, with your queues and your deadlines.

-Does Jac know?

She's discussing it with him now.

-I don't believe you.

-Fine.

But it is a fact.

Don't worry, Oliver. We both have great ideas.

Mine may be a little greater, but may the best man win.

-MACHINE BEEPS

-Damn!

-Everything OK?

-Yeah.

-Want me to step in?

-No, I just need to clip it.

-Move!

-You're the boss.

OK, she's fine.

-Brought you a nice brew, love.

-Ah, no need, Mum.

I'm very impressed by your Isaac.

-He's not mine.

-Just saying.

-Well, don't.

He seems like a very understanding kind of doctor.

-Do you think?

-Lovely bone structure.

I hadn't noticed.

Wouldn't get a migraine staring at that face all day, would you?

I'm really sorry, I really need to finish this.

-You don't think it could be serious, do you?

-What?

-Your dad.

-Oh.

I mean, it couldn't be you-know-what, could it?

-Let's hope not.

-It's just when I googled his symptoms...

Mum, if you were to believe everything you read on the internet,

-then we'd all have five minutes to live.

-Yeah.

You did the right thing in bringing him here.

I just don't know what I'd do without him.

Apart from live a long, happy and fish-free existence?

That's not funny.

-He does seem different.

-He's really turned over a new leaf.

Maybe just try not to worry until there's something to worry about.

-It's hard not to.

-I know.

Perhaps I could talk to him about trying to look after himself a little better.

-Would you?

-Sure. Who knows? Maybe he'll listen to me now.

Cam!

-Have you changed your mind yet about telling your mum?

-No.

-I really think you should.

-She would try and stop me going.

Well, is that such a bad thing?

-Look at this.

-What am I looking at?

-Lennie was in for a kidney infection six months ago.

-Interesting.

-He struggles to hear us on and off.

-And he's had dizzy spells.

And it says here he was prescribed gentamicin...

-So we're looking at...

-Vestibular...

-BOTH:

-..neuronitis!

-Genius!

-I thank you!

And that is why we need you to stick around.

Ah. How did it go?

Oh, proper birthday treat(!)

Well, I couldn't find anything untoward but Barry

was telling me about his family history so I'd like to do

a sigmoidoscopy just to be sure.

-What's that?

-It's a kind of telescope that...

Goes a bit further than Mr Mayfield's finger.

-Oh, you're in the wars today, love.

-Don't I know it.

But we're in theatre shortly so we'll get Barry an enema,

and Carole, if you'd like to wait in the recovery room,

we can get you sorted and you can enjoy the rest of your day.

Well, with friends like these, who needs enemas?

-Thanks, Isaac.

-You're welcome.

Look, you can sit this op out if you'd rather stay with them.

-I'm fine.

-Are you sure?

-I'm not going to miss it.

Well, I'm concerned your mind might be elsewhere.

I am going to pop my anastomosis cherry today, end of story.

Well, when you put it like that...

Isaac, what do you think the chances are that my dad could get really sick?

Low.

It's just the idea of my mother having to nurse him through some awful disease...

Look, I'm honestly not expecting to find anything. OK?

-I forgot to give you this.

-What?

-He's called Rory.

-Cute.

Yeah, I watched one of those hospital documentary things

and they all had mascots that they take into operations,

so I thought I'd get you one.

Oh, well, mother, you needn't have bothered.

-That's brilliant. Thank you, Carole.

-You're welcome.

Well, we need all the luck we can get.

Right. I'll leave you to it, then.

Well, with Rory by your side, how can you possibly fail?

-He told you, then?

-I haven't got time for this.

How're you feeling?

-A bit groggy, but...

-Surgery went well.

The patch will be offering you a lot more protection.

It's brilliant, thank you.

-Now, we need to talk about your recuperation.

-Lily's texted again.

You'll need an extensive course of physio,

exercise, occupational therapy.

-Can she go to Megan Mac's after visiting?

-No, it's a school night.

-Ah, she'll do her nut if I say no.

-In terms of your long term recovery...

No, because that new dog of theirs will kick off her allergies off.

-..it could take anything up to six months.

-Six months?

When they say six months, they mean two or three.

-Not for someone in your condition.

-I can't look after those girls on my own for six months!

-Well, I will be there...

-It was bad enough after the last operation!

-OK, up!

-What?

-Up, now!

-What are you doing?

The dressing is protecting an eight inch wound where I opened up

what was left of your wife's ribcage and rebuilt it.

She was this close to death and all you can do is sit there like some slack-jawed...

Mr Valentine.

Take your hand off me.

Let go of him, Oliver.

I could have you for assault.

-May I check your dressing, Daisy?

-Yeah, of course.

-I was just about to do that.

-Why don't you take five minutes?

Listen, Morven.

If I'd realised you had feelings for me,

I'd have told you that I was leaving before now.

-What?

-I mean, I'm really flattered...

I haven't got feelings for you.

-What?

-Not those kind of feelings anyway.

I mean, I'm sorry to see you go cos you're my friend.

You silly sausage!

Come on, let's go and update Lennie.

Any chance of completely forgetting that conversation ever took place.

Erm, what conversation?

How's the finger?

Fat.

Lennie, we think that your dizziness and difficulty in hearing

is down to your previous medication from the kidney infection.

Well, we're actually pretty certain that you have a condition

called peripheral vestibular dysfunction.

-What?

-It's not serious.

It's a benign condition that affects your balance.

There are rehab exercises you can do to help you keep it under control.

So it...it wasn't your late wife trying to hurt you.

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

Now, because it's an ongoing condition, I'm afraid it's

highly unlikely that you'll be able to continue to do your job.

You're joking, aren't you?

I know that'll be tough to take after all those years.

-It flaming won't.

-Sorry?

My Ellen's buried in that cemetery.

I'm...I'm not with you.

I'm obliged to visit every single day.

Well, you've set me free from the most morbid job on Earth!

Well, I'm really glad that you feel that way.

I'm going to phone that lady back.

-Well, good luck.

-Yeah.

O-M-G!

That was unexpected. Insania!

-Did you set her straight?

-Yeah.

-Good.

-She's great, isn't she?

-What?

-Morven.

I'm really going to miss her.

Get a grip!

Look, can we keep a close eye on his BP?

I need to make sure the octreotide is doing the trick.

Swab. Thank you.

Your chance to shine, Dr Copeland.

Staple gun. Thank you.

If anyone's wondering who the latest addition to the team is,

his name is Rory.

A present from Dom's mum.

Problem?

-It's jammed.

-Try again.

-For God's sake.

-I blame Rory. THEY LAUGH

-Do we have a spare?

-No.

-Could somebody go and get one, please?

-That'll take too long.

-What do you suggest we do?

-Stop panicking for a start.

-I'm not panicking.

-Then tell me our next move is.

-Sutures.

-Spot on.

I've never done a hand-sewn anastomosis.

-Don't worry about it.

-I'm not worried...

-Because you're not doing one now.

-What?

-I'll take it from here. 2-0 vicryl.

-But...

-I can do it.

-Just watch and learn.

So, you assaulted a patient's husband and nearly lamped a consultant.

Came running straight to you, did he?

-You owe Mr Gemmill an apology.

-And you don't owe me one?

Look, friendship is one thing, but medicine is way more important.

-Sorry, are you trying to justify all this?

-I'm sorry.

You virtually told me that I had it in the bag.

Then Rossini came along with something we couldn't ignore.

-That is not the point.

-A genuine game changer.

-What about our idea?

-A close second.

-What about the weeks of work we put in?

-Duly noted.

-And the promises of what we were going to do?

-Do you think this is easy for me?

I finally thought, somehow, stupidly, that I'd managed to win your respect.

-You have.

-All those years of foul abuse I've taken from you had paid off.

-We can revisit the recon scheme next year.

-Let's not.

Given the family history, your symptoms were of serious concern.

Having examined the scope pictures closely,

I've concluded that the bleeding is the result of...

..haemorrhoids.

-Eh?

-Piles.

And possibly a touch of irritable bowel.

Thank God!

Dad?

I...I thought that that was it.

I'm going to go the same way as my old man.

I've seen piles reduce a man to tears before,

but never quite like this.

This is a cause for a celebration!

Yeah, what time do you guys get off?

-We could have a lovely foursome.

-Pfft... Mother?

-Ah, don't come the innocent with me.

-I'm not.

-You don't fool your own mum.

-What are you on about?

-Isaac and Dazzle. They're an item.

-You what?

-Looks like the cat's out of the bag.

-A proper power couple.

-I'm sorry.

-What for? Not a secret.

Are you serious? You...you fiddled with my rear end!

-Mr Copeland.

-And I confided in you...

-Dad!

-..man to man!

I can assure you that any clinical examination...

Living next door to it is one thing, but this?

This is just beyond the pale!

-Here you are.

-Here I am.

Well, I'm amazed that she'd do that to you.

Oh, come on, this is Jac Naylor we're talking about.

-After all that hard work?

-I know.

There's no talking her round?

Not with Rossini dripping his golden honey in her ear.

-It's unbelievable.

-Anyway, I'm done with her, once and for all.

For what it's worth, I thought it was a brilliant proposal.

-And look at all you've achieved for Daisy Gemmill.

-Thank you.

Coming back in?

I suppose he'll blame me for ruining his birthday now.

No, he'll find a way of making it my fault.

Men!

So, how long have you and Isaac been...

A while, on and off.

You were with us all Christmas, you never said a thing.

-That was one of the off bits.

-Really?

-We had a bit of a bust-up.

-Well, that's passion for you.

I suppose.

But you're all right now?

-Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

-Good. I'm so chuffed for you.

-Thank you.

-Me too.

You gave me a fright!

I'm sorry that I flew off the handle earlier.

I know better than that.

Well, it's Isaac you need to apologise to.

It doesn't matter.

Well, it's not every day you think the Grim Reaper's come a-knocking.

He understands.

Seems like a nice bloke.

-I like to think so.

-Warm hands.

Pfft! What's that got to do with the price of fish?

If you two are still up for that drink...

Why not?

-Ah, Cameron. Can we talk privately, please?

-Sure.

-Wow!

-Ta-da!

-PARTY POPPER BANGS

-Thanks, guys. This is...

-Yes, slightly weak, I know.

Here. Fletch will be sorry that he's missed it.

Erm... I have to go and do the...thing, so...

Well, you should have seen what I'd have done with more notice.

There would have been at least two bottles of very cheap fizz.

Thank you so much. Really.

I'd...I'd better go. Will you say my goodbyes for me?

No-fuss exit?

Yeah, something like that.

Well, bye, then.

Bye.

Erm...

..what was that?

I don't know. I'd...

You're really all over the place, aren't you?

I guess it's too late to suggest a long-distance romance.

-Maybe one day, but...

-But not right now, yeah.

-No.

It's cool. It's...it's cool. It's cool.

Be kind to yourself, yeah?

-I just wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier.

-Right.

It was completely uncalled for and you're well within your rights to make a complaint.

You were bang out of order!

But...

..I'm not the complaining type.

That's very good of you.

-Mr Valentine.

-Yeah?

-Could you pour me a glass of water, please?

Yes, of course.

Thanks.

What was that for?

This man saved my life.

-You can't even open a tin of spaghetti hoops properly.

-Well, that's a bit harsh.

When I get out of here, there's going to be some serious changes.

And you're going to have to start pulling your weight

or you'll have to go.

This man has got nothing to apologise for.

Shame they haven't got any craft beer in here.

Since when did you drink craft beer?

-Well, actually...

-Nah, don't tell me, Graham and Ed.

-They've got this mate who owns a micro-brewery.

-Of course they do.

-You make a lovely couple.

-I'm glad you think so.

No wonder he's kept you all to himself.

It's nice to finally put a face to the legend.

-Does he talk about us much?

-Bits and pieces.

Well, this is the happiest I've seen him in a long time.

-Really?

-Well, certainly since poor Arthur.

I try not to mention the "A" word.

-So, how are things?

-Things?

I...I heard you had a bit of a bust-up at Christmas.

-He told you that?

-Yeah.

-Well, he shouldn't have.

-I'm his mum.

-Even so.

Well... Love, eh? It can be a runaway train sometimes, can't it?

Me and Barry are like that.

Dom and I are nothing like you and Barry. Believe me.

-No, sorry. I...I didn't mean...

-I don't do nearly as much fishing.

You going somewhere, Cam?

Knew I couldn't make a clean getaway.

-No, I've got spies everywhere.

-Morven?

Don't worry, I'm not going to beg you to stay again, I promise.

Thank you.

Anyway, you've got other things to worry about. How is Serena?

She's trying her best to be brave, as always.

I hope she's OK.

I doubt she'll ever be OK again, but she will survive.

Yeah, I'm sure she will with you at her side.

So... Gosh, London!

Yep. New Green Hospital.

Good choice. Plenty there to keep you on your toes.

Could we, erm...?

Why not?

I love you so much.

I know don't say it enough.

Please stay safe.

I will.

I love you too.

-Can I... Can I give you a lift?

-Nah, I'll be all right.

I'm a big boy now.

See you, Mum.

-We've got work to do.

-I know.

And I'm not in a champagne mood.

-Did you speak to Valentine?

-Briefly.

He is a proud man, I respect that.

How very macho of you.

-Just have one glass.

-No.

-I shall toast alone.

-Isn't that bad luck in the old country?

-To exciting times.

-Exciting times.

You think I gave you the nod because I want sleep with you?

-No, I...

-I have just crapped all over the hopes of one of the best

surgeons in this hospital on your behalf.

-I just wanted to celebrate.

-Who do you think I am?

Your charms might work on some slapper

happy to lose her nurse's uniform for a glass of limoncello, but...

But not you.

So, who have you been slicing up today, then?

Well, I had a very interesting tumour case.

-Oh, I hope they're all right.

-Yeah, they're fine.

-Yeah, in the end...

-Trouble at t'mill?

-Dom had an equipment malfunction.

-Oh, no.

-And a touch of the vapours.

-No, well, hold on, that's not true.

-Well, I had to step in.

Wait, I could have sewn that bowel by myself.

Well, that's a matter of opinion.

-Yeah, but it's your opinion that counts.

-Nah. Not for me to say.

I mean, we're talking about the master and the apprentice, ain't it?

I suppose so.

-This fella will do for me, love.

-Yeah?

Yeah, I never met anybody that could shut Darren up so quickly.

-Come on, sunshine.

-What?

-Time to go.

-Is everything OK?

-Yeah.

But I'm just getting into me stride.

Well, you haven't had your birthday treat yet, have you?

Oh, right, when you put it that way...

-Well, great to meet you.

-And you.

-Zac, you're a life-saver.

-My pleasure.

-Look after yourself, Son.

-Bye, Mum.

-Good strong handshake, that.

-Oh, God.

-I warned you.

-I had no idea they were so...

-What?

Like something out of a Victoria Wood sketch.

-What do you mean by that?

-Joke.

I know my dad can be a bit of an idiot but my mum is really...

She's lovely.

-Anyway, it's not like they're going to be round every Sunday for lunch, is it?

-They'd be more than welcome.

-Really?

-Yeah, once every five, ten years!

-Don't be like that.

-Lighten up!

I know they can be a bit embarrassing.

They're very proud of you.

-Yeah.

-As am I.

-Really?

-Of course.

-Drink?

-Yeah.

I love you.

Ditto.

I believe Jac Naylor ordered a bottle of champagne.

-Celebrating, are we?

-Oh, yes! Seeing the light.

Do you mind if I open it myself? Cheers.

-CORK POPS

-Freedom!