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I can feel the baby's head. That's my baby. My baby's got a head!
I always thought that if I ever had a boy
that I'd name him Charleston, after my dad.
I love it.
Hello, baby Charlie.
This fella'll do for me, love.
You're a life-saver.
I heard you had a bit of a bust up at Christmas.
He told you that?
Well, he shouldn't have.
He left you his winnings, Fletch.
It's a lot of money.
-Left a bit.
-No, your other left.
Yeah, got it!
After 22 days,
137 bowel movements,
and 1.2 cubic tonnes of meconium,
you've finally mastered the art of changing a nappy!
-Aww, he's awake.
When's he ever not awake?
I believe there was a brief period around about dawn, wasn't there?
Oh, you look tired.
Not so fresh yourself.
Well, I'm not used to the snoring.
Well, I'm not used to someone stealing all the covers.
Or sleeping on the left-hand side of the bed more like!
Sleep? What is this of which you speak?
That fabled, blessed state?
HE LAUGHS THEN SIGHS
Well, no-one ever said it was going to be easy, did they?
No, they didn't.
Mo, this is what you want, isn't it?
Yeah, course it is.
It's what both Charlie and I want.
Isn't it, Charlie? Oh, yeah.
Hey, baby. Come on.
-Come on, darling.
Let's hope the forecast for the rest of the week improves.
Chance would be a fine thing.
Yeah, I'm all for a little bit of winter spoonage,
but it would be nice to spend a few days somewhere a little warmer.
Maybe somewhere with an average January temperature
of around 26 degrees?
There's not many places that warm at this time of the year.
Well, I can think of a few actually.
In fact, I was reading a very interesting article
in the most recent addition of Radiological Futures...
-Really? I haven't read that.
Oh, Ms Wolfe summons me.
Such small hands.
Oh, he's so cute!
Cuore mio, piccolino!
What's his name?
No, no, no, no, it's just Charleston.
As in the dance?
As in my father.
I'm curious, anyone actually working today?
-You're not supposed to be back for another month.
-Doing the obligatory "show off the sprog" tour.
He's cute. Really small hands.
-They're not that small!
Now that you're here, I have a couple of things
-to discuss with you.
I need to speak to you as well. All of you.
Derwood and I have some news.
-You're moving in together?
-Done that, doofus.
You are making a little brother or sister for Charleston?
We're moving to Sweden.
So, Derwood gets a call from his old boss in Gothenburg
and he's like "Hey, we've got this brand-new fellowship opening."
Three days a week, three-bedroom flat, free childcare.
-You want to see the creches over there.
-We are talking five stars.
-Mo. How long?
I mean, it's a great opportunity for Derwood
and I'd have plenty of time to...
I'll have HR draw up the necessary paperwork
for Additional Maternity leave right away.
What, just like that?
-You're not going to try and talk me out of it?
-Do you want me to?
-You'll have to inform all of your patients
and clear all your mail.
You want me to clear my desk out now?
Have you got something better to do?
Well, yeah, we're registering Charlie at three,
-and I need to renew my passport.
-Better get cracking, then.
I'll do everything I can to hold your spot.
-You know how it is.
-A year's a long time out of this business.
-Oh, no, you don't.
Don't pull that sexist crap on me.
-There's no way you'd pull that if I was a bloke.
Next you'll be trying the "NHS has invested
"so much money in you" bull...
Well, I'm sure that investment will be repaid in full.
Just not likely as a CT surgeon.
Not if you sit out an entire year.
Male, female, gender fluid.
You know that.
The prodigal Consultant returns.
I'm just minding the fort while Ric and Sacha are...
..otherwise engaged. Ric left some instructions for you.
You're presenting a paper to The Radiological Futures Conference.
It's a big deal, Isaac.
I think Ric wanted to make sure the hospital
-was appropriately represented.
He also wanted me to pass on his congratulations to you
and Dr Copeland.
-When do you leave?
-First thing tomorrow.
-Well, you should be.
Where is the Conference being held this year?
-Shh! Keep reading.
"Mr Mayfield will present the findings
"of his ongoing research project at the National Centre of Science..."
Yada-yada-yada. Skip to the good bit. Fourth paragraph, halfway down.
"He will be accompanied by his research fellow."
Boom! Did someone say luau?
It doesn't actually name you.
Well, who else is he going to take? Calamity Jasmine?
So, he's told you you're going?
No, not exactly.
Don't you find that a bit odd?
Well we're doing that whole...
"surprise birthday party even though you've known for weeks" thing.
Do you have any idea how difficult it is
to fake tan your white bits while someone else is in the shower?
Well, I hope it's not all for nothing.
Well, my passport and roll-away mysteriously disappeared
over the weekend. I wonder why?
I need audit data for last week's restorative proctocolectomy.
And then we need to discuss this week's duties.
Of course. What did Ms Wolfe want?
To talk about the weather.
Forecast's getting better all the time.
BOTH HUMMING LUAU MUSIC
Yeah, well, a year's long time to be out of the game.
Men take research sabbaticals all the time with no consequences
yet a woman has a baby and suddenly she's past it?
-Yeah, but I didn't say that though, did I?
-Yeah, you didn't have to.
-I just feel like I'm...
-Being put out to pasture?
Right. I'd better get HR sorted before Derwood finishes
showing the baby off.
Bring it in.
You've lost some weight since I saw you last!
Boy or girl?
-Boy. How about you?
Eight pounds of pure testosterone.
Ah, sorry. This is Stella Clark.
We spent our third trimester together.
What are you doing here?
That's for you to know and me to find out, right?
Ah... Well, I'm not actually "working" today.
Oh, but you can hang around for a bit, can't you? Catch up?
Paramedic. 12 o'clock.
Oh. OK. Do we need to hear him speak?
First impressions. Go.
Three, two, one.
Ooooh. That's high for you.
Well, there's been a bit of a drought recently.
Oh, you can do handover, then.
Ooh, please! I gave him seven point five, not a ten.
So who do I need to butter up to get a bed around here, eh?
Bay three is available, if you'd like to take him over there.
You took the fun out the chase.
Well, I don't need buttering up.
OK, this is Robert Taylor.
He took a fall...
..and absolutely ruined his arm.
Been working yourself too hard, haven't you, Bobby?
I said I was sorry.
Bob's been quite the frequent flyer on the ED of late.
Sciatic nerve damage in his left leg.
And how many times have I told you, eh?
You're supposed to use walking aids,
and you're supposed to be cautious.
Come on now, Bobby, this is now your third accident in three months.
Basically, Bob's a lovely guy,
but recently he's become slightly...
-Can I ask you a favour?
Once you've sorted that arm, can you please make sure
that Occupational Therapy have a word with him?
-I'm just a bit worried, that's all.
-Of course. No worries.
You're a star.
And you pack it like Beyonce.
Come on, we all need a bit of buttering, every now and then.
You gave birth at the age of...
And I know what you're thinking.
It's not every day you get to meet a mum
who has seen Showaddywaddy live in concert.
-Birth went well?
So, what happened this morning?
Nothing! Just felt a bit faint.
Nothing you wouldn't expect after three weeks on two hours' sleep.
Your Health Visitor suspects you've been short of breath
and feeling faint for over a week.
-Any reason why you didn't report it?
-Like I said. I was tired.
I mean, it's normal, right?
Can we get an echocardiogram, FBC, U&Es, and group and save, please?
but what's with the Italian inquisition?
He's just doing his job.
Anyone we can call for you? Your husband? Brian, wasn't it?
No. He's out of town on business.
My mum's got Rocco.
Grandma at 80. Ain't she pleased?
But...it is normal, what I'm going through, isn't it?
I mean, You feel it, too, right?
We'll get those tests done, and fix you right up.
So, you fell?
Cleaning Gemma's flat.
It's my girl...
Friend who is a girl.
Doesn't sound like much of a girlfriend if she's willing
to let you clean her flat for her in your condition?
I like to help.
-This is Mr Mayfield, he will be...
Right. Well, you may wish to look away, Mr Taylor.
You won't feel any pain,
but it won't be pretty.
CRUNCH HE SCREAMS IN ANGUISH
Although we've given you so much morphine and midazolam
I'm surprised you felt anything at all.
Right, let's get another X-ray
before we re-set and then we can get you home.
Dr Copeland, can you organise that?
Where are my audit figures?
I've been a bit busy.
Yeah, with a shiny new toy.
Oh, what? The 7.5?
Essie and I have a points-based paramedic system.
He certainly took a shine to you.
Well, what can I say? I have a bum to die for.
Or...you're a soft touch,
who's been conned into taking ED's overspill,
clogging our beds, and threatening our figures.
And all it took was a smile and a compliment.
No. Wait, no.
I thought you were smarter than this, Dom.
You're going to have to be if you want to come to Hawaii with me.
I knew it.
What do you mean "if"?
You are one of several candidates under consideration.
But you have my luggage and my passport.
Well, I want you to come, but it's not just down to me,
It has to work on merit, not nepotism.
So, I suggest you prove yourself.
You can start by getting my audit figures.
Oh, and get rid of that bed-clogger.
What? Just resting my eyes!
Resting your eyes, my fat fanny!
-He's in the creche. How'd it go with Jac?
Sorry. Derwood, this is Stella, she was in my ante-natal class.
Stella, this is Derwood, my...
Paramour, and father of Mo's baby.
You're Chuck the fireman from Chicago?
No. No, I'm Derwood,
the gynaecologist from Staines-upon-Thames.
I'll explain. It's complicated.
So, a fireman?
A girl can dream.
-SHE SIGHS DESPONDENTLY
Oh, that badly, eh?
Well, never mind, at least it's done now, isn't it?
Not exactly. I've got to go and see HR.
Mo, wait. No, no, no. Registry office? Passport?
-I know. I'm on it. I'm on it.
Well, I've got things to do. I'll pick you up in an hour, all right?
Listen, I just wanted to apologise for treading on your toes earlier
but Stella, she hasn't had it easy.
At her age, this is very tough, yes.
See, that's exactly the attitude I'm worried about.
She's fit, healthy, exercises, doesn't smoke, barely drinks.
So what if she had a baby at 54? She's much more deserving than
-a lot of mothers that come through here.
-Mo, it's not about that.
Look, I've got to go, but can you just do me a favour,
and treat this with a bit of delicacy, yeah? Little bit of tact!
Mo? It's quite hard to be delicate with a sternotomy.
-Your friend has a mitral prolapse.
Coolant reservoir's had it.
She's cactus, Fletch.
Just a flesh wound, mate.
Nothing that a few parts and a bit of TLC won't sort out.
I thought you quit?
-I can see you've gone electric.
Maybe you should consider it when you buy your next car.
Do you know how much they cost?
You can afford it.
Artem's money must be about to hit your bank account any minute now.
You are at high risk of heart failure.
What do you suggest?
That'll fix the problem?
One week hospital.
Six weeks to three months home
before you can resume full-time duties.
Like caring for my baby?
You will need a lot of support, yes.
Is there no other option?
No drugs or whatever?
I'm afraid not.
Can I have some time to think?
Derwood seems really nice.
He is. Very.
Why'd you make it up about Chuck the fireman?
Why'd you pretend you were doing it all alone?
Because he was in love with someone else.
And I was planning a life alone.
Moving to Sweden. Starting a new life.
Giving up your career?
So you can be with your baby?
And so will you be.
It's just a couple of months.
He's 27 days old, Mo!
I just feel...feel so hollow.
I'm so sorry. Erm...
I've got to go to a meeting,
but are you sure you don't want someone to call Brian, or your mum?
No. It's OK. I'll do it. You're all right.
Go on, you go. I'll be fine.
So it's some sort of "Holby's Got Talent"
with the winner getting an all-expenses trip to Hawaii?
Isaac's Simon Cowell.
Bernie can be Amanda Holden.
He's right though.
It does reek of nepotism. And...
..maybe I was a bit naive to think that...
You took in a patient that needed treatment. How's that naive?
Well, because I've got to remember he's my boss.
He's your registrar, not your judge.
You are a good doctor, Dom.
You don't need to prove it to anyone but yourself.
Mr Taylor's X-ray and lab results.
Follow your instincts,
then discharge him.
Mr Taylor. Your X-ray results have come back.
The fracture has re-set nicely,
and there seems to be a very good reduction on the wrist.
Great. So I can go?
Are you feeling OK?
You seem a little feverish.
It's a...touch of the flu.
Right. Well, if you don't mind,
I would like to take your blood pressure.
How long have you had this rash?
Just a week or two, maybe? Erm...
Gemma said its fine.
Did she, now?
And how much time have you been spending at Gemma's?
Er... A bit.
I've been looking after it for her while she's away.
-Well, your lab results indicate
that you have unusually high levels of CO2.
That could have contributed to your tumble?
It was a fall, that's all.
Aloft from a loft.
I'd like to run a few more tests.
Terrence? A little something for the weekend, mate.
That's for getting Mikey's lunch in October.
-Ah, thank you.
Mate, that was quality!
Talk about going hard or going home.
I'm on a hospital ward now.
I'll put a picture on Insta for the lads.
Hang on a sec, I've got a nurse staring at me.
Nah, it's one of them bloke ones.
I'll call you back.
Do you mind keeping it down on the ward, please?
And it's probably a good idea if I keep hold of those.
Call me Bushy.
Now, I see here that you've had some abdominal pain?
Smashed it too hard in the gym, haven't I?
Yeah. We'll be the judge of that.
-Now, if you'd like to lie back, please, Luke?
Can you tell me where it hurts?
Sort of here.
I'm just going to gently place my hand on your stomach, OK?
Ah! Yeah, that hurts.
Has done for a few weeks, now.
OK, let's get FBC, U&Es, group and save,
and can you order a CT, as well, please?
Show a bit more respect, would ya?
Keep calm and carry on.
I get it...
PHONE KEYPAD BEEPING
OK. Without getting your hopes up,
and with a whole host of caveats,
what would you say if I told you there
was an alternative surgical procedure?
It's minimally invasive, not permanent,
but would have you home
caring for Rocco within the next couple of days.
I'd say bears like to defecate in woods,
Popes wear funny hats, and you are a bloody angel!
Right. You hold tight.
Ollie, do me a favour and do a 3D echo on Mrs Clark?
-Er, shouldn't you be talking to Mr Rossini about that?
Look, I'm just working on a hunch, here. I'll speak to Matteo next.
Last chance to play on Team Mo.
Dr Copeland, where are my...
Audit figures for last week,
Discharge forms for beds five and six,
and a preliminary path report for a completion proctectomy.
See what you can do when you focus?
Mm! Well, hopefully one step closer to a seat on the plane?
One step forward, two steps back.
-What's the bed-clogger still doing here?
I'm actually very glad that you asked that.
Firstly, I did promise the paramedic
that I would keep him here until Occupational Therapy
-came to see him...
-You promised the paramedic?
Secondly, I noticed he had raised CO2 levels
AND he has a rash on his upper arm.
-So I thought it were prudent to do more tests.
Well, because I think it's weird
that a guy with a history of severe sciatic damage
all of a sudden just starts falling over.
He should be used to taking care of himself.
He did then tell me that he's been spending a lot of time
-at his girlfriend's flat.
Well, just look at the test result.
He shows signs of hypersensitivity pneumonitis.
What do you think?
I think who the hell cares?
But if this is environmental then this could be an ongoing risk.
Then tell him of the potential risk.
Give him some prednisolone for the pneumonitis, and bounce him.
What are you hoping to prove by all this?
I'm just trying to be a good doctor.
The best way to prove yourself as a good CT2
is to do what your Registrar instructs.
There's no way of knowing it's an environmental risk
short of going to the flat, right?
So just drop it, and move on.
I should be doing you for fraud, mate.
I used to be a mechanic, OK.
So, look, could you just drop the part off
and I'll do the graft myself.
-You do realise that car is a piece of junk?
Er, that's what they said about the Millennium Falcon,
-and look how good she's going.
-Yeah, well that's flown by a mechanic Jedi
who's extremely sensitive in the Force,
and oh, my God, how do I even know this stuff?!
Because you've taken my kids to see the film about 100 times?
Ah... What happened to my life?
You've loved every minute of it.
Yeah, that's true.
-Erm... I've got something for you.
What are you doing?
Pushing this button.
To see what happens.
Right. It's a call button. It calls help over.
-You know, so if there was an emergency or something?
-I should stop?
You're trying my patience.
You've got one in stock?
Brilliant. I will let you know if we're going ahead.
I can explain.
-Can I just run and get some popcorn?
OK. What if there was a less invasive procedure
that would see Stella Clark fully recovered,
and out of here in a couple of days?
I've always wanted to make love to a mermaid, a Siren.
But alas my desires have ever been tragically thwarted,
because such things do not exist.
A mitral clip,
through the groin with a C-Arm,
with a TOE.
Remind me, what is the name of this procedure?
The Effanga Cartwright clip.
Yeah. A procedure that only you can perform.
Well, me and a few others who helped design it
but this isn't about me.
She wants to be with her kid, now.
He's three weeks old.
Yeah. So what?
A few hours ago, you told me you were walking away from Darwin
and now you want to perform high stakes surgery?
-You don't think I'm up to it?
-I think you're emotionally involved.
It's me, come on. I'm always emotionally involved.
I can do this.
Whenever a woman speaks with such passion I...
Oh, shut up.
It's your show.
-Your head on the block, got it?
Well, the Prednisolone seems to be working a treat.
So I can go?
Robert, are you not remotely interested
in why you have that rash?
-Or why you keep falling down?
What if something were to happen to Gemma?
What if there was something wrong with her flat...
That's what I'm for.
-To protect her.
That's... That's what Gemma says.
That's why she loves me.
And if you love her,
you would want to protect her, yes?
So why don't you let the OT in so they can just check things over?
-Make sure it's safe?
-She wouldn't want that.
We need to get in that flat somehow
otherwise he's just going to keep ending up here.
How? You can't get in there.
No. But we know somebody who's already been in there.
We are just waiting for some rather expensive kit
-and then we'll get you prepped.
Did you get through to Brian?
He's in Dubai. He's on his way.
what made you...?
I was looking at a picture of me and my boy.
I remembered how much I wanted that,
and what I had to do to get it.
You shouldn't feel hollow.
Oh, here he is. Mr Fireman Gynaecologist.
Your paramour's come out of semi-retirement to save my ass!
Yeah, so I hear!
She's one in a million.
Oh, she definitely is that.
There's a note in there that explains everything.
Er, mate, could you take a photo
with all the medical stuff in and that?
I want to give the lads something to talk about over Chicken Tuesday.
No, I won't take a photo.
But what I will tell you is that when you've got abdominal pain,
you don't hit the gym.
I get that,
but I'm heading to Vegas with the boys
and I need to be peak fleek.
You know, looking sharp.
I did four months bulk,
now it's all about the shred.
So you ate an insane amount of calories to build muscle underneath
and now you're starving yourself until all the fat's gone, right?
Like an ice sculpture, innit?
Is it worth putting your body through all of that?
You'll have to ask the ladies.
You a gambler?
Good money if you put the hours in.
Totally rinsed till next payday though.
You're totally rinsed,
but you thought, "I know what.
"Great idea! I'm going to fly myself off to Vegas"?
-How you going to pay for it?
Here for a good time,
not a long time, Gramps. Huh?
Oh, I know what you're thinking.
"Oh, to be young again." Huh?
Not even close to what I'm thinking.
I know you're angry.
No, I'm not angry. I'm just a bit confused.
It just all happened really quickly.
Yeah. Always does with you, though, doesn't it?
So, right, why don't you slow down a bit,
-and let me catch up?
-It's just one operation.
For a friend.
Just a procedure that only I can do.
I understand, I think.
I haven't been put out to pasture just yet.
CUP BANGS ON SIDE
Whoa! What? Is that how I make you feel?
It's just a bad choice of phrase.
No, no, no, we need to talk about this properly.
HE GROANS QUIETLY
-This is the Teabag Of Truth.
Yes, and who doth wield-eth the Teabag Of Truth
must speak-eth the truth!
-OK? Let's get this out in the open.
-Can we talk later?
YOU are impetuous, you're chaotic, but I love that about you.
But...sometimes it is a bit much, OK?
You're...a bit of a whirlwind, we need stability, constancy.
For Charleston's sake.
Your turn. Dunk and the truth! Where's your cup?
I don't like the name Charleston.
Well, Charlie then.
Don't like Charlie either.
It feels good to get that off me chest.
-Why didn't you say anything?
-Didn't know how.
About something like this? This is fundamental, you...
Uh! So... So, instead of saying anything,
you decided to contrive something to get exactly what you want!
We were supposed to be going to the registry office to get his name
officially noted and that's not going to happen now, is it?
-Because you're in theatre!
-You can go without me.
-Oh, right! Well, thanks so much!
Oh, I'm sorry... It's... I'm just all over the place.
It's just a lot to take in.
This is just teething problems, that's all.
Teething problems are for children, they're not for adults.
KNOCK AT DOOR
-Mo? Kit's arrived.
-Thanks. I'll be there in a minute.
Oh, no, no, no, you go. Go on, you're needed, aren't you?
Tell me this, though, about your friend - where's her husband?
Where is he? Where's the father of her child?
Well, what kind of father leaves a three-week-old baby and a mother?
'Doors opening, lift going up.'
Hey. I assume you take your coffee black?
DOMINIC LAUGHS Thank you very much.
-So... Robert Taylor...
-How is he? Is he OK?
He's not good.
He has hypersensitivity pneumonitis and a possible allergic reaction.
-I don't know.
Now, I'm assuming it's environmental.
So I thought maybe his girlfriend's flat?
Girlfriend? No, no, no, he hasn't got a girlfriend.
Gemma makes him think that so she...
Oh, she's a nasty piece of work, just like her ACTUAL boyfriend.
No use telling Bobby that, though.
OK. Well, the point is - her flat.
-Now, you have been there.
Did you notice anything odd?
Um... Was there mould? Pets...? Temperature...?
He mentioned the loft...
No loft. But it's got... low ceilings, real low...
-I'm sorry, no loft?
-No loft. But it was really hot. I mean, really hot.
All right, then, maybe he was just confused.
-He has learning difficulties, yes?
-No! He's just shy.
Right, well, he was giggling a lot
and his speech patterns were all over the place.
He's not usually like that.
I-I thought that was from the painkillers.
He barely reacted to the anaesthetic.
Heat? You mentioned the heat. Now, was that like a dry heat?
-Like a radiator?
-Humid. Like a...
-Like a greenhouse.
Yes. Like a greenhouse.
You've done that a few times. What are you up to?
I need to prep you for your laparoscopy,
see what's going on in there.
You look like The Godfather. Handing out the Bugs Bunny!
Fancy yourself as a Tony Soprano, eh?
I'll tell you what I'm doing... I'm paying debt.
Because I was like you.
You know, payday loans and smashing credit.
-Did you enjoy it at the time?
-Mine wasn't for kicks.
Mine was because I had four mouths to feed.
Oh, I guess that's where we're different.
Yeah, I understand that there are consequences
and that nothing in life is for free.
So, you hand out envelopes?
What's in there? Ten quid here, fiver there?
Yep, and when I'm done,
I'll have a weight off my shoulders that I haven't had in years.
Can you just relax?
Can you go a minute without flexing your muscles?
I'm not tensing.
-What, an implant?
Most of the bicep's real,
it's just a bit of extra on top for definition.
Well, I'd say you got robbed!
Look, what do I know? OK? Is that it?
Well, just my biceps, glutes, calves.
Well, it's all safe, just some muscles need a bit of help.
-Why didn't you say anything?
-Well, it's not my abs, is it?
So, you haven't had any other work done?
Well, I had a suction-assisted lipectomy
a couple of weeks ago, but they said it was a success!
You're not in any trouble. Well, not with me, at least.
But now that we know what the problem is, we can fix it.
-It's lies. It-It-It's all lies!
-Is there a problem here.
Forgive me, Ms Wolfe, I'm just honing my diagnostic skills.
Hear me out - false roof containing the plants.
Greenhouse effect and the use of aerosols
have been causing the levels of CO2.
Elevated mould levels from the plants is the cause
of the pneumonitis.
And the rash on his arm is an allergic reaction
to the spores from the mould.
And the best bit... Why didn't the anaesthetic work?
He's been using the product.
He's been self-medicating for the pain in his leg.
Isn't that right, Robert?
Do you know what he's talking about?
-Yeah, sort of.
-I'm going home. Now.
-You can't go anywhere in that condition.
-Yes, yes, yes, I can.
And remember... No, you can't... HE YELLS IN PAIN
-OK. OK! OK.
-My leg! What's wrong with my leg?!
All right, all right, all right.
What's wrong with his leg?
He has a pre-existing sciatic nerve damage condition in his left leg.
-Has it been treated?
-Well, no, it's asymptomatic.
Well, does this look asymptomatic to you?
I'm ordering a leg CT now. Call me when you get the results.
Maybe then you can explain why his leg was allowed to get THIS bad
without either of you noticing.
OK, thanks for letting me know.
Yeah, I will. Bye.
Why don't you tell me about Brian?
I did. He's in Dubai. He's on his way back.
He's in Dubai, but he's not coming back, is he?
I spoke to your mum.
How dare you, you had no right!
I was concerned.
This is heart surgery we're talking about.
Why didn't you tell me, Stella? I mean, all that time in class.
Well, maybe it's for the same reasons
you told me a pack of lies about some fireman.
Because it's easier to lie than admit your husband of 30 years
has done a runner in the first trimester of the pregnancy
you've always dreamt of.
54. Pregnant. Abandoned. It's not easy to just have "bants" about!
-What difference does it make anyway?
-It makes all the difference.
-Hang on a minute, you're not... You're not backing out on me?
-I have to.
I was working under the assumption that you had a partner.
Someone with you, someone with Rocco. But you don't.
I mean, you've got your mum, but she's...
You can't do this. You can't let him ruin this for me, not again.
If there's the slightest chance that five years down the line
something goes wrong and for whatever reason
you can't make it in... Well, then what?
Six weeks without Rocco is nothing compared to that.
I'm so sorry, Stella.
You complete bitch.
-What are we looking at?
-A torn femoropopliteal artery.
He could lose the use of his leg entirely.
-We need to revascularise.
-Fem-pop bypass and a fasciotomy.
-Very good, Dr Copeland.
You see, my question is this -
why are you two very capable surgeons
only now making this diagnosis?
-My patient, my fault.
-That's not true.
Look, we had no reason to suspect this, but if I had listened
to Dr Copeland's instincts... we would have caught it sooner.
-Thank you, Mr Mayfield. Do you need my assistance?
Dr Copeland and I can handle this.
HEART MONITOR BLEEPS
Thank you. For what you said to Ms Wolfe.
I meant every word.
You went above and beyond.
-Right, OK. The anastomosis has torn.
Right, pull up on the vascular sling...
and place the clamp further up the artery.
-Thank you, again.
See how much simpler things are when you just follow my instructions?
-Are you OK?
-Theatre. She crashed. Pulmonary oedema.
-Mo! I thought you knew...
HEART MONITOR BLEEPS
OK, analysing the mitral valve...
Jac, what's wrong?
The heart's dilated.
The posterior mitral leaflet is a higher level than the anterior.
We can't repair the valve.
-We're going to have to replace it.
-No, you can't do that.
Well, I can.
The leaflets won't come together if I do a repair.
What about a 3D ring?
Oh, please, I've had enough of your specialities for one day.
A 3D ring will level out both leaflets and gauge chordal length.
I have seen a live demo, impressive, but I've not performed it.
I'm getting deja vu, is anyone else getting deja vu?
Look, I've made so many mistakes today, but...
this isn't one of 'em.
-When a woman is so passionate about a subject...
-Oh, shut up!
Fine, get in here.
-Six weeks without the gym?
-That's just for the laparoscopy,
I mean, it depends what kind of mess they find inside.
Well, what about work? I can't afford to take time off.
Should have thought of that before you wasted all that money.
All that blood, sweat and tears for nothing.
Nothing?! It's my life. Who I am.
Gyming with the lads, you have to keep up.
I mean, they're all bigger than me, shred better...
Genetics isn't on my side.
So how much has all this cost you?
To make me feel good about myself.
It's cheap at half the price!
Well, of course you're going to say that.
Because you haven't earned it, have you?
It's an addiction.
And there's no addiction without consequences. None.
Whether it's drink, drugs, gambling...
smashing credit or trying to make your body look like something
it's not meant to...
It's all addiction and there's always a price to pay.
Thanks for the advice, mate, but stick to your own money worries.
Roll up, roll up! Who's Raf? Come on, Raf! Come on, Raf!
Come get your pocket change.
Mr Nurse here wants to pay you back a grand total of...
You really ARE Tony Soprano.
Fletch, there's a mechanic waiting in reception for you.
Right, the ring is sitting well.
The mitral leaflets are meeting together
and there's no regurgitation.
OK, take her off bypass, please.
HEART MONITOR BLEEPS The valve looks competent.
Let's charge to 20.
-Charge to 30.
-Charge to 50.
-Starting cardiac massage.
OK, we need to get her back on bypass.
-Could you have damaged the circumflex artery?
-No, I'm sure.
I used a small needle, it doesn't even go that deep.
Let's prepare to harvest a vein. We might have to graft a circumflex.
-No, I said I'm sure. Might just be an air bubble.
HEART MONITOR BLEEPS, ALARM CEASES
She's back in sinus!
-Jac, could you take over, please?
-Have you got somewhere better to be?
Yeah, there's something else I need to fix.
-Nice one, Copeland! Heard you slayed it.
Dr Copeland. Mr Mayfield tells me surgery went very well.
What can I do for you?
I want to go to Hawaii.
Mr Mayfield doesn't know I'm here, but I wanted to put my case to you.
Now, I know that my relationship with Mr Mayfield
can sometimes be...compromising...
but I've put a lot of hard work into this research
and I believe that I have a stake in it,
both personally and professionally.
And I want and I believe I DESERVE to represent this hospital.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you have me at a complete loss.
As far as I understand it,
you are and always WERE going to Hawaii as Research Fellow.
So it's been decided?
There was never any question, as far as I know.
Who... Whose decision was it?
It was Isaac's.
HE EXHALES DEEPLY
I got it first time.
Practise makes perfect.
With everything, not just nappies.
Teabag of Truth...?
HE INHALES DEEPLY
-I don't like the name Charleston.
-Yeah, about that... Wait, what?
No. No, I don't like the name, I never have done.
-Why did you suggest it?
-Because you put me on the spot!
You were lying there, weren't you? With my son on your breast...
You'd just given birth in a hot tub and you asked me to come up with a name.
It was the first thing I thought of and...
And then you couldn't backtrack?
Exactly that. Exactly. You see, you befuddled me, Mo,
like you always do, and I love that about you,
but sometimes it drives me absolutely bonkers.
Yeah, well, I'm... kind of Marmite, like that.
HE EXHALES DEEPLY
You don't want to go to Sweden, do you?
-How did you know?
-Because I don't want to go either.
I just thought that you might want the time off work
and not know how to make that leap, and...
when the job offer came along I floated it,
thinking it might give you the excuse that you needed and you...
You seemed to jump at it.
What are we like?
Why can't you tell me these things, Mo?
I mean it, why can't you tell me things
that you think that I might not want to hear?
Because I owe you...everything.
I have made so many mistakes and...
..I've hurt you so much.
And I can't stop because...
..it's what I do.
It's who I am.
I am a train wreck and I can't change that,
but I'm well aware of all the damage I cause.
But I wouldn't want you to change.
Can't you see?
After everything, there is literally nothing that you can do...
..to stop me from loving you.
And goodness knows you've tried your hardest, haven't you?
'I love her, you know?'
I love her.
She doesn't love you.
She's using you.
I know that, too.
Because I love her.
And maybe one day...
..if I prove myself to her...
..she'll love me too.
Not another picture for your Insta!
I'm cancelling the holiday.
I don't ever want to owe that much money.
I might not have been proper honest earlier.
I've taken out a couple of credit cards, yeah, and some loans.
Any chance you can chuck me a couple of quid?
I would if I could.
It's good if you at least try to fix your own problems.
There are people that you could talk to...
..about body issues, possible disorders.
Might be worth having a little chat.
And get yourself a girlfriend.
You're trying to impress your mates too much.
I had a girlfriend... but she dumped me.
Too much time at the gym.
Come on! Taxi's waiting. As is the sunshine.
We're in a hotel tonight.
-There were no other candidates.
There were no other candidates. There was no "Holby's Got Talent".
I was always going to the conference and on my own merit.
-I don't know what you're talking about.
-I spoke to Bernie.
What can I say...?
-Why would you do that?
Make me feel like I had to prove myself to you.
Oh, Dom, it was a bit of fun.
Well, it wasn't fun for me
and I don't think it was fun for you either.
-Then what was it for me?
-I don't know.
I don't know why anyone would do that to someone they love.
It felt like you were trying to... teach me a lesson
or to punish me in some way.
Oh, Dom, you're being ridiculous. Look, come on, it's getting cold.
Look, if you don't come now, I'll go to Hawaii without you.
I think maybe that's for the best.
I've already spoken to Zosia, I'm going to go and stay with her and Oliver tonight.
Well, you can't be serious.
Look, this is the biggest moment in your career.
I made this happen for you. You can't let me down.
I'm sorry, Isaac. I love you.
But I think this is the right thing to do.
Don't be stupid.
Do you know what's interesting?
At no point throughout this entire conversation
did you think to simply apologise.
I hope it goes well.
I'll see you next week.
-How d'you feel?
-Oh, like hell!
How did it go?
You should be out of here in a couple of days.
-What? You mean I...?
-You can be with Rocco.
Take care of him. Be a mum.
I'd made all these plans.
Had a whole vision of how things were going to be...
then it just disappeared.
Changed. Like that.
Yeah, I know.
But I'm not scared, Mo.
There's someone here to see you.
-How are you feeling?
Oh! OK. Where's my lad?
He's here. Rocco's been missing you.
Oh, darling! Come on...
Come here, come here...
'Here he is! Hello!'
Jac, we need to talk.
You're not going to Sweden, you want your job back,
you want to start next week...
-Yeah, how d'you know?
-I'm all-seeing and all-powerful.
Yeah, all right, no, seriously. Have...
Have you got cameras all around us or something?
See you next week, Mo.
Damn! That's some spooky witch shenanigans, Jac.
Girl, you're messed up!
-Uh... Aren't you driving home?
-I got her towed for scrap.
So you spent more money on that car than it's actually worth?!
Oh, and this...?
I think you forgot that chippy that we had for our tea last night.
Then I'm-I'm just going to write you another one.
I promised you that I would pay you back every single penny.
-This is my chance.
-It's not happening.
I want to see you and the kids enjoying some of that money.
You... You deserve it.
What are you looking at?
It's a second-hand Volvo.
Mm. Family-sized, built in this millennium....
You should go for it.
INDIE MUSIC PLAYS
Hey. Can I, um...get a...
..one of them too, please, mate?
So, Albie's rocking(!)
What Albie's lacks in quantity, it makes up for with quality.
Can I buy you a drink?
I'm certainly not interested in flowers and dinner.
-Real man, huh?
Could I get, um...two vodkas, neat?
So... The CT2.
-Would I what?
-Why you asking?
-He gave you a 7.5.
7s always dish out low scores, it's a confidence thing.
Out of interest...
..what'd you give me?
A good night.
What are you waiting for?
-Oh, sorry, sorry!
I am shattered. Let's go home.
Yeah, well, we've still got that baby problem, haven't we?
All right, what do you...?
Do you know what? Let's do something a little bit different.
On the count of three we'll blurt out a name
and we'll keep going until we find the one we both love.
-All right. One...
-Hector, hey! Oh!
-Well, that's decided then.
-I love you.
-Oh, I love you.
Mm! That's nice. A bit more of that, please.
-D'you think Hector's asleep?
-Oh, who cares?
-(I think Jac's got cameras.)
-Watch this, then, Naylor!
-HE GROWLS, SHE LAUGHS