Losing Game Holby City

-You saw how Serena treated me. She thinks I'm useless.

-She's grieving.

The last thing I need to be doing is teaching.

Where are you going?

Home. Back to Sweden, to my family.

Last week, after you left, I went to a bar,

got drunk and ended up sleeping with someone else.

I'm not embarrassed to show you how I feel.

'The NHS is a warzone. With officers and soldiers. Lions and lambs.

'My mother is a lion. Her staff are her lambs.

'And the lion has to teach the lamb.

'Even if it kills them.'

BLEEPING

OK, what's the cause of his injury?

Car crash.

Right, the impact caused a tear in his pancreas. He'll need surgery.

Can you prep theatre one, please?

-Sorry, it's in use, the schedule's behind.

-Again?!

Well, who needs a CEO when you can have chaos instead?

Fa...fa...

He keeps saying that word.

Mitral valve repair with modified maze operation,

exclusion of left atrial appendage and tricuspid valve.

Bentall procedure with combined replacement of descending aorta.

Meanwhile, Naylor and Rossini

together take on a taxing case of a pericardial cyst.

So, she trusts us.

I repeat. Two surgeons - one very simple pericardial cyst.

-There's something going on.

-Well, I bet there isn't.

Well, whatever gets you through the day.

You don't know how many people have tried to get me to focus on

the bicuspid valve in that scenario.

And yet that accumulation of expertise meant nothing.

Ah, so you WERE listening.

And there I was thinking,

how to get accepted to the golf club was your limit today.

You think I should I try and sleep with the lawn bowls secretary?

Or just a simple grease of the palm?

-Morning.

-Yes.

Almost there.

So I was thinking that we could stay in tonight.

Crack open a bottle of wine. I could cook?

Laparoscopic scissors, please.

It would be nice just being me and you.

I said I'd go to Adam's party tonight.

OK. Sure. Well, no worries. We can do that.

Well, unless I'm NFI.

No.

You can come if you want. Might not be your scene.

I'm telling you he's haemodynamically unstable.

Laparotomy set and a load of packs, please.

You're going to perform a laparotomy in here?

I'm open to suggestions!

You could try a REBOA?

Flexible catheter into the femoral artery and inflate the balloon.

It'll stop the blood flow distal to...

Yes, I know what a REBOA is, Dr Burrows. How do you?

Late night re-runs of America's Bloodiest Traumas.

Right, change of plan. Prepare for a REBOA, please.

Quick as you can.

-Are you familiar with the procedure, Dr Burrows?

-Yeah.

Well, I did angioplasties up on Darwin

and they're basically the same thing.

Are they? Let's see, shall we?

Dr Burrows will lead.

It's a teaching hospital, Ms Wolfe. We're both here to supervise.

When you're ready, Dr Burrows.

OK, look, I know you're busy,

but what did you mean by "not my scene"?

Not now, Dom.

How's he been since theatre?

He's been sleep talking in another language.

Anaesthetic?

Er, yeah. Translators are busy. But he keeps saying, "Fa...

"Far?"

-Maybe he means distant.

-Maybe.

Mr Hanssen?

Talk to us, Dr Burrows.

Yeah, um, feeling for the femoral...

Bingo.

Sliding in the sheath.

Gently now. Don't rush it.

Are you in?

-I think so.

-There's no room for equivocation. Are you in or not?

-I'm not sure.

-Step aside, Dr Burrows.

-No. Wait, I can...

Step aside and let Ms Wolfe complete the procedure.

Inserting catheter.

You were in, Dr Burrows.

-BLEEPING

-BP rising.

Right, let's get him into theatre.

Will you wait in my office for me, please, Dr Burrows?

Of course.

Who did the laparoscopic repair?

Mr Mayfield. We didn't realise you were back.

Thank God. It's been chaos.

Where did the accident occur?

Er, just outside the hospital grounds.

Serendipitous. Sort of...

Well, the ED have left a voicemail with a relative.

But it appears that English isn't his mother tongue.

Essie. Interpreter's on the phone for you.

Great.

So, how was Sweden?

I'm liking the whole shirt open, no tie thing.

It's avant-garde for the NHS.

Well, I'm not here in a professional capacity.

Oh, I'm sorry. In what capacity are you here?

Fa...

Fa..

Father.

-She's going to transfer me.

-You're being paranoid now.

Because she's out to get me.

The fact that you even knew what REBOA is is a massive tick.

No-one expects an F1 to perform such a procedure.

-Serena just did!

-Serena...

Is behind you.

Sorry, Ms Campbell, I was just...

Just leaving, yes.

-The patient. Is he...?

-Responding well in theatre.

I'm really sorry about...

I wanted to talk to you about your future on AAU.

It's all very well expecting juniors

to raise their game while they're down here,

but no-one can run before they can walk.

So I will walk. I will slow down and just crawl.

I hope you won't. Not if I'm to be your mentor.

-What?

-It seems to me that we might both benefit from

a closer working relationship.

I'm not in trouble?

Not at present.

So, are you interested.

Am I...? Of course I'm interested. This is amazing. Thanks!

Don't thank me just yet.

No, I understand. a lot of work ahead.

Well, there will be...

..if you pass the test.

What test?

Diagnosis is the single most important part of being on AAU.

We don't have the time or luxury for endless tests or observations.

We have to diagnose quickly and accurately.

We can't afford to miss the slightest thing.

Right, Dr Burrows, come and meet Mrs Ella Chambers.

And you're a very intriguing case, aren't you, Mrs Chambers?

I aim to please.

Ella is booked in for theatre with me later on this afternoon.

What's the procedure?

Now, that would be telling!

Your mission - should you choose to accept it -

is to diagnose Mrs Chambers' condition and then suggest

the appropriate surgical procedure.

Sounds pretty simple.

Ah, yes, but there are rules, aren't there, Ella?

Apparently.

What rules?

You have to do it using observations and clinical examinations only.

No...tests?

The ordering of any test or scan is strictly prohibited.

The checking of any previously ordered test or scan

will render the entire exercise - and my offer - null and void.

No short cuts. Is that clear?

No short cuts.

Great. Well, you've got until three o'clock.

Oh, and you mustn't neglect any of your normal duties. Or else...

Null and void?

Yes. Good luck.

-Mm-hm.

-Mm-hm!

I'm going to have to call you back.

Yours, I believe?

Should I shut the door?

Depends on what you want people to see.

No, stop. This is my workplace.

I'm an impostor in your kingdom.

My work means something.

Ah, I see. OK, OK.

And this...does not.

What's the worry?

You don't want people to find out.

There's nothing to find out.

You're going to give me a complex.

I didn't think complex was in your vocabulary.

You know your problem, Jac? It's that you live life

as if you're constantly waiting for a declaration of war.

Trouble is, the things you're seeking don't tend to come that way.

"The things I'm seeking"?

So, why did you come?

Why didn't you?

Nils died, Henrik.

He died.

One of your oldest friends.

I had to look after my mother, take care of my own family.

And then...

Then I had this...company thrust on me.

I'm sure you coped with it, admirably.

I didn't have a choice!

Mr Hanssen. How were the fjords?

Well, if you have any questions about the operation, let me know.

Of course.

Everyone here is under the illusion you've been in Sweden,

playing the dutiful family man.

Do you really hate us that much?

No.

No, quite the opposite.

Well...I've travelled across most of Europe, nearly killed myself,

to be here, to get some semblance of an explanation.

Perhaps you might do me the courtesy of trying.

Sorry.

CLEARS HIS THROAT

Mr Hanssen?

Would you please do regular obs on Fredrik Johansson.

Please make sure every care is taken with the surgical drain.

We don't want it coming out, do we?

Mr Hanssen, before you go...

His notes.

Ah, thank you.

You've been experiencing acid reflux and vomiting?

That's right. On and off for about four weeks.

And shortness of breath from the sounds of things.

-How long have you had that?

-Not long, couple of weeks.

-Mind if I take a listen?

-Hard to see how you'd get it, if you don't!

And... you're in for an elective procedure?

I don't think Serena would be using me as a guinea pig

if it was an emergency, would she?

-So, you know Ms Campbell?

-She's my surgeon.

Has she ever mentioned pneumothorax to you?

Pneumo what?

I just gave you a clue, didn't I?

You ruled something out.

-Oh!

-But I won't tell Ms Campbell if you don't.

Peptic ulcer disease. And Mrs Chambers is in for an endoscopy.

-Amazing.

-I'm right?

No, you're spectacularly wrong.

What's amazing is that you'd be happy to send her for an unnecessary

and futile endoscopy without so much as palpating her abdomen.

-I will get onto that.

-No, no.

First you'll get discharge forms for bed four.

And then do obs on five and six.

-But, if I...

-What happens if you fail in your normal duties?

-Null and void?

-Null and void.

Cruel.

I know what you're doing.

You wanted me to teach. I'm teaching Dr Burrows a lesson.

Happened to all of us.

-PHONE RINGS

-AAU.

Speaking.

Well, that would be tricky

given that Mr Hanssen's on extended gardening leave.

Really?

I haven't had a chance to tell you just how sorry I am about Elinor.

Oh, well, I'm sure you were very busy off tracking elk

or whatever it is you do when you disappear.

Yes. Well, I should have been in touch. It's unforgivable.

There's very little in life that's "unforgivable", Henrik.

I'm sure you have your own crosses to bear.

Elinor...Elinor had traces of cocaine in her system.

I mean, not a lot, but still...

The day she died, we had a really good heart to heart.

But, um...

..she never mentioned the cocaine.

-Serena...

-If I'd known, I'd never have let her get in that car.

-But you couldn't have known.

-Well, I should have. I'm her mother.

You can't blame yourself, you know.

I know it's stupid, but I can't help wanting to hold someone accountable.

Even if that does turn out to be me.

Human nature, I suppose.

The Fantastic Eric Money - is that your real name?

It's just Eric.

-Eric Money.

-Eric Jones.

Right. So you kept the Eric part.

Good, we're actually getting somewhere now.

So, you have pain on exertion, but it settles when you're resting.

Your cardiac enzymes are normal.

Normal, I like.

Well, it sounds like angina to me but we'll have to do some tests

and investigate further, Mr Jones.

-Eric's fine.

-Let's book him in for a chest X-ray, please.

-So you think it's serious?

-Routine tests.

Because I've been getting palpitations.

I get all sorts of stuff... have done for years.

-What kind of stuff?

-Well, it's always changing...

It's hard to remember exactly what.

OK. Let's just book that X-ray, please.

Is there anyone you'd like us to call?

Yes, please. Sandra.

Keep trying it. Tell her I'm here. Explain how serious it is.

Actually don't.

It isn't, is it?

I'll be back.

Calling relatives now?

Can I help you, Dr March?

No, I was just checking I wasn't treading on anyone's toes.

Minimally invasive mitral valve repair.

Just wondered why you're not interested in it at all.

-You and Mr Rossini seem to...

-Actually, you can help me with Mr Jones.

No, I was just checking whether you...

And just as well you did.

Suspected angina.

Keep calling that number until someone called Sandra answers.

I assumed you'd gone.

I did board a plane, to return to Sweden, but...

..my seat was number 39B.

-CHUCKLES

-Come on!

You're a man of science, reason, logic...

and you stand there in front of me,

trying to attribute your personal failings to...superstition?

No, no. Not superstition, Fredrik. If only it were that simple.

Please, enlighten me about the complexity here.

The rest of the seats on the plane were in clusters of three.

39B was in a cluster of two.

It was unbalanced.

No matter how hard I tried to re-organise, re-group the seats...

..they were an odd number and I couldn't find any order.

I don't understand.

I suffer from depression.

So, all these years...

And it takes me to come here begging for an explanation,

for you to finally tell me the truth?

No. I'm telling you now, because...

..my greatest fear may have become a reality.

Your admission notes show symptoms

that are not related to your trauma, I believe.

Dizziness, headache.

These are common side-effects from anti-depression medication.

I see.

So it is true, then?

I have passed this thing, this awful legacy...

..to my son?

This testing thing with Serena - is that usual?

Hm, I don't know. I've only been doing this nine months.

Well, I'm glad they don't do that to me at work.

Where do you work?

St Winifred's Girls School.

-Ah, you're a teacher?

-Oh, nothing that grand.

I'm a dinner-lady... or a "mid-day assistant"

if you want to be posh about it.

St Winifred's sounds like a posh kind of place.

Oh, it is! Believe me.

Where did you go to school?

Oh, here, there and everywhere.

Mum liked to move around, didn't really believe in stability.

Oh. Still, worked in the end, didn't it?

You're a surgeon. Girl done good.

Yeah, well, get this diagnosis and girl will have done great.

Well, I'm rooting for you.

Any chance you can give me a handy hint or two?

No, dear.

That scar on your abdomen. Is that previous surgery?

Accident. Took a tumble in the garage.

My ex-husband with his spear-fishing what's-it

went right through me.

-Ouch.

-Made the local paper -

"Human Kebab"!

Does it give you any pain at all?

Oh, no, that was over eight years ago.

The pain I'm feeling now is further up.

Sometimes new conditions can be exacerbated

or even caused by old injuries such as this.

Can it?

Well, I wouldn't know for certain.

If I was on the right track...

I couldn't possibly say.

You could blink once for "yes" or twice for "no"?

Ms Campbell, I...

-Bed four?

-Discharge forms awaiting your signature.

-Obs on five and six done and noted.

-Carry on.

Mrs Chambers has an old injury in her lower abdomen,

it's about eight years ago.

Can I have a look at the notes and see what treatment she received?

I'm afraid not. Nice try.

She didn't say you couldn't use the internet though.

So you find it effective, do you?

I only started the course after Nils died, so, early days.

I haven't heard of Oxamarol.

Well...I plan for that to change.

It's manufactured by Lovborg, is it?

The family company, yes.

This drug could be revolutionary.

I truly believe it has the potential to cure depression,

that it could almost eradicate suicide.

With the right funding,

that tiny little pill could cure the world of this deadly disease.

And we must acknowledge that depression is a disease.

To live freely.

Without that impossible heaviness always latent?

Can you imagine how that would feel?

I'm so sorry.

I feel if I'd been more open, I could have saved you some suffering.

Knowing about your affliction now, is, perversely, a comfort to me.

It means that you and I are not so different after all, Father.

Mr Jones, I'm sorry, we have called several times.

My colleagues too. I'm sure she'll pick up her voicemail.

Mr Jones, we found some notes suggesting you've been

in and out of several hospitals, each time...

Each time a different thing. Yeah, I'm not the luckiest.

Mostly complaining of headaches, stomach pains,

general weakness and fatigue, breathing difficulties and now...

-Funny ticker.

-Are you taking anything else we should know about?

Prescriptions or...

No. I used to, but...

Is everything OK?

Yes, we'll get you out of here as soon as possible.

No! Sorry...

I mean, I need to be here.

Do you believe in fate?

-No.

-How about cards?

-No.

-I'm a magician.

Sad, isn't it?

A real one, I mean, not a kid's party clown, a professional...

-The Fantastic...

-Eric Money.

Yes, and we're doctors, real ones. We don't have time for...

I've got some cards - I take them everywhere with me.

Mr Jones, we need to confirm what's wrong with you.

Confirm? So you're with us now?

-I'm sorry?

-If you don't mind me saying,

it seems like you'd rather be elsewhere.

Believe me, you couldn't be in more overqualified hands.

What isn't my scene?

Adam's party's going to be a bit...decadent, that's all.

His friends are all in open relationships, and...

Seriously? After everything with Jez?

God, I knew you'd be a square about it.

Look, just forget I said anything,

let's go home and we can cook your little meal, OK?

Just thought it might help re-inject a little bit of spice,

that's all.

Little Oskar. Han verkar vuxen.

Well, he certainly thinks so. Keeps trying to push the boundaries.

Ah, well, ambitious, like his father, you see.

Please, keep it.

Just ignore me. I'm doing some post-op obs.

Oh, no, fine. This is my grandson,

-Oskar.

-Oh!

-Aw!

-Oh, you notice a likeness, Nurse Harrison?

Well, he's not quite got your poise yet, but if he's anything like

his grandfather, he will be a formidable success.

Your dad is indispensable to us.

Yes. Well, now, Nurse Harrison is being far too kind.

I mean it. The hospital's missed you.

I see they value you highly here at Holby.

You're clearly very dedicated to this place.

Yes.

I didn't just come here to rebuke you.

I came here FOR you.

Please, come home.

I need you.

I need my father.

How are you feeling?

-I've felt better.

-All be over soon.

I like your Junior. She got a spark about her.

Ah, well, we'll soon knock that out of her.

Adhesion bowel obstruction caused by old scar tissue.

Mrs Chambers is booked in for a bowel resection.

Well, that is...remarkable.

-I've messed it up again, haven't I?

-No.

-I'm right?

-No. Sorry.

Well, but, yeah, you are very close.

That is quite some diagnosis based on minimal data.

Right, well, you're on the right track, Dr Burrows.

But you might want to set your sights a little...higher.

Girl done good.

Make a Head Girl out of me yet. Like Ms Campbell.

-Excuse me.

-You were Head Girl at St Winifred's.

Just like Ellie was 30-odd years later.

You must have been really proud.

-And how do you...?

-I just said I worked there.

You two seem familiar. I put two and two together.

-Looked it up.

-Why would you do that?

Curiosity. When I get a hunch I just have to...

Poke around in other people's business?

I wouldn't put it like that.

How else would you describe searching online

for your consultant's past? I'm amazed you have the time.

You clearly haven't got enough work to do.

So, um...I want Mr Palmer clerked and do TTAs on bed eight.

And I believe a slot has just become available,

so I'll be moving Mrs Chambers up the list.

You now have...

two hours.

Clock's ticking.

Minimally invasive mitral valve repair

and yet you didn't think to mention it.

I take it this is your way of explaining why you just took

Mr Valentine off the case on top of denying Dr March a shot at all.

I don't have to explain anything to anyone.

It's irrational.

-Irrational?

-Irrational.

I could shake you, but I'm afraid

physical contact would send you into hysteria.

You're being irrational, Jac!

The more you act up towards this, the more people talk.

Act up? Act Up!

I'm the director of CT.

I decide who goes where and who does what on this ward.

Do you understand?

I could kiss you instead.

But you're right, that would give us away.

-Ms Naylor.

-Not now!

I'll take those.

Eric Jones.

You're using your words. You said re-inject some spice.

-Dom...

-Well, what is it? Is it me?

Do you not fancy me any more?

Because if you need other people, then that suggests...

I don't think this is the time.

Like it wasn't the time this morning?

Or the morning before that or the one before that?

BLEEPING

Bed down. He's tachycardic. Hypotensive.

This is the guy I operated on?

Theatre went well, there were no complications?

BP's dropping, likely an internal bleed.

Get him to theatre one immediately, please.

You can't operate on him, Mr Hanssen. He's your son.

-Extensive internal bleeding.

-I don't know how.

More packs.

BLEEPING

Oh, a tear, Mr Mayfield. That's how.

Right, we'll stitch it with 2.0 prolene.

Yes.

No.

Dr Copeland.

-Me?

-He's bleeding out. Can you do it or not?

I see Jasmine's lessons are working a treat.

She's actually done rather well.

Although, she suffered a setback entirely of her own making.

Um, your phone rang.

Jason. Went to message before I could find it in your bag.

By the way, do you mind telling me why your bag was full of these?

Ah, yeah.

No, it's just, um... a small distraction to help

get me through the counselling sessions.

That's where you went this morning?

Yeah, I... I like to get it out of the way.

Anyway, I'd better...

That should hold.

Well done.

Mr Hanssen, I...

Can you give him clotting factors, tranexamic acid and close up.

And let me know as soon as he's out, please.

It was a tiny tear, it was minuscule. It wasn't your fault.

I know it wasn't. It was yours.

All this constant bleating on about our relationship,

trying to put pressure me, hem me in.

-Hem you in?

-I don't know, Dom...

Maybe we want different things.

I'm telling you, they were both doing a pericardial cyst.

I've been hinting at it all day and she's been avoiding the subject.

My advice, keep it to yourselves for now.

If Naylor finds out you're onto something...

Please, don't mind me -

gagging to know what happens when Naylor finds out.

Oh, come on. You have to admit, it was all a bit under wraps.

When did this place become such a playground?

Gossiping and whispering - you're doctors - start acting like it!

We had no idea. We needed to know.

You needed to know that me and Mr Rossini were in a relationship?

Well, hold the front page! Can you get back to work now?

Well?

-You and Mr Rossini...?

-OK, just to clarify - you being weird

has nothing to do with the rumour that funding was being cut?

Funding?

Maybe it was just me being paranoid, but I thought that because

you were overseeing all operations, including the most basic,

that there must have been some sort of instruction from...

-So we're fine! No cuts...

-Just wait.

You thought we were talking about you...

..and Matteo?

Just for the record, Mr Rossini has remained tight-lipped.

-He didn't say anything?

-No.

-No, not a word.

Get that cleaned up.

-KNOCKS

-Come in.

Thought I might find you here.

Fredrik's out of surgery and he's back on the ward.

Ah, right. Thank you.

I meant what I said earlier.

It's really good to have you home.

Home...

I suppose, though, normally home goes hand-in-hand with heritage.

I imagine that you of all people would agree

that that's not always an easy alliance.

I take it you're referring to my Nazi grandfather?

I am sorry, I've spoken out of turn...

No, no, it's fine.

Sacha told me...

..that your father used holocaust victims' data

collected by the Nazis to further the family company.

And I'm guessing Fredrik wasn't just over here for a reciprocal visit?

Well, you're right, in regard to home and heritage.

But, for me, home isn't about the past.

It's simply a place you're needed the most.

I...

-What...

-It's all right Fredrik, I'm here.

I'm with you.

Are you?

If that's what you need.

Er, Mr Hanssen?

-Yes.

-The clotting reports that you asked for.

Thank you.

Dr Copeland. I presume you are lingering in pursuit of praise?

It's very reassuring to know that some things never change.

Actually, I wanted to talk to you about theatre, earlier.

Specifically the tear.

Please don't hold it against Mr Mayfield.

-It was my fault.

-Why? Did you do the laparoscopic repair?

No, but I did distract him, you see, so...

No, I don't see. I don't see at all. Excuse me.

Oh, hang on...

Morv, please help me. I'm really close with this diagnosis.

-Are you?

-Yeah, Serena said so.

She gave me a clue - I said it was adhesion bowel obstruction

and she said I need to "set my sights higher".

What does that even mean?

I don't know. Lungs? Heart? What do you think?

I don't know. You're the CT expert.

I spent, like, five minutes on Darwin. I'm not a CT expert.

But I know someone who is.

You're being Harvey'd.

What are you talking about?

Victor Harvey was a consultant

famous for creating tasks for juniors to keep them on their toes.

The only thing was, the tasks were impossible.

Ask for a diagnosis,

but deny any access to the necessary tools to make that diagnosis

and impose an unworkable and unnecessary time limit.

Sound familiar?

The real test is how long it takes you to work out

what the real test is.

Happened all the time when I was a junior.

-I've never heard of it.

-Well, it's frowned upon these days.

European Court of Human Rights or some nonsense.

Why would Ms Campbell do this to me?

Either you've irritated her and she's punishing you.

-Or?

-You've impressed the hell out of her.

I'm going with option A.

What happened when you were Harvey'd?

-I made the diagnosis.

-How?

-I cheated.

I know, Jason. I'm sorry.

I've just got rather a lot on at the moment.

No, now... Listen, we're not doing crying today, remember?

I know you miss Elinor too,

but we have to be brave and just soldier on, OK?

OK. All right. Well, I love you. Bye.

Bye-bye.

Excess fluid?

Ja, jag lovar, sov gott.

Oskar is very excited he's going to get to know his second Morfar.

Fredrik, the tear which occurred during your initial surgery...

Nurse Harrison said you'd repaired it.

Yes, but the bleed was extensive,

arguably disproportionate to the size of the tear.

-Because your blood was not clotting properly.

-I see.

When were you going to tell me that Oxamarol was only at trial stage?

I don't see how that's relevant?

Because other trial volunteers have experienced similar issues

with blood clotting and other side-effects.

Were you aware of this, Fredrik?

I'm sorry.

-Stop apologising.

-Oh.

When did this happen?

Ten years ago.

An explosion. He noticed the cut and cleaned himself up.

There's a foreign body on the right costophrenic angle.

It could be wedged in the lung. We need to get you to theatre.

Um, what are we waiting for?

Superstition played its hand.

The cards have told you not to have the operation?

That and a very distracted surgeon are putting him off.

I need you to let me take this.

Oh. Mr Jones, let me give this to you

in a language I know you'll understand.

I am the best surgeon this side of the Milky Way.

Abracadabra only works when I've finished using my scalpel to fix the problem...

and I always fix the problem.

I just want to see my daughter.

Don't be upset. We will sort this.

I didn't know how to get Becky to come and see me.

She loved the show and then she just got bored and stopped coming.

So you tried to up your act.

-Hence using the explosives.

-Becky is your daughter?

Then suddenly I became sick.

And then she came to visit me - felt sorry for me.

-So did Sandra.

-We're going to help you.

You're going to be fine and then you start again.

-I can't help her.

-Yes, you can.

I can't give her all the things she wants.

Material stuff, sure, it's important to kids.

But I just... I just can't give up what I love doing.

OK, stop.

You're her father - all this wanting means nothing.

It won't be easy,

but whatever insecurities or problems you are dealing with

in your head, you have to show her you're trying.

No excuses, no cards of fate, no nothing. You give her hope.

Ace of Spades.

You can't have everything.

The subjects knew there were risks.

Risks that are too high for any trial, Fredrik!

This is human life you're tampering with here, it's not some game.

Look, trial subjects early on reported critical side-effects,

including loss of limb movement.

You read these articles properly.

It's all putative this, putative that...

So, you knew? And yet you're still trialling it?

-You're taking it yourself!

-Look, you are right.

I admit...

..I made a mistake.

And for that I am sorry.

And for that...

..I must step down as head of the company.

I see.

Lovborg Biotech is our family company, Henrik,

It's generations old.

I cannot be responsible for sinking this ship.

So, this is why you really want me to return, isn't it?

To save this business that you're ruining.

There is no-one else.

Ella, this is Bernie Wolfe. She'll be assisting in your surgery today.

-Hello.

-Pleased to meet you.

What about the junior? Dr Burrows?

I'm afraid her time ran out.

Oh, she was so close!

She really wants this.

And if wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Any Head Girl that went to St Winifred's knows that.

Let me tell you what I know from St Winnie's - types of teachers.

It's a very small step from Welcome Back Kotter to Miss Trunchbull.

Ouch! Zing!

Miss Trunchbull. Really?

If the cap fits!

Dr Burrows, it appears I may have been a little hard.

Mrs Chambers has a massive diaphragmatic hernia

and you will be doing the repair in theatre.

Of course it's a little known fact that Ms Trunchbull gets results.

Dr Burrows, aren't you full of surprises,

Indeed.

Incredible work.

-Thank you.

-I'm curious. How did you figure it out?

The previous trauma to your abdomen eight years ago must have left

a tiny hole in your diaphragm, which got bigger over the years and

allowed the colon and stomach and so on to migrate into the chest cavity.

That would explain the low-pitched resonant echo I heard

when listening to your chest.

I wouldn't have known to look for that

if you hadn't given me that clue earlier.

Good. All right, well, you prep Mrs Chambers for theatre

and I will get you the relevant scans.

Everything all right?

Well, my son wants me to return to Sweden.

Oh. Well, you're lucky

your offspring wants you involved in his life.

Wants to share things with you.

Yes, like a pharmaceutical business

I walked away from many years ago on account of...

Yes, sorry. I know there's a complicated history there.

The trouble with history is it's a thing rarely consigned to the past.

In fact, I'm beginning to wonder whether history's mistakes

don't inhere in the DNA and get passed down, as a disease might be.

Well, even if that's true, whatever's happened,

at least you have the chance of a future with Fredrik.

I'd give anything for that.

Of course, the company would have to run entirely on my terms.

-Of course.

-A blank canvas.

We would redefine Lovborg Biotech, for the future.

For Oskar.

I...

I, er...

I took the liberty of...

Right...

I know this has all been occasioned by not the best circumstances,

but, to me anyway, your name...there

feels...right. Rightful.

Yes, of course, we'd have to issue a public apology

for the failure of the Oxamarol trial

and re-direct leftover funding

to support the families of those affected by the trial.

No. The Oxamarol trials have to continue.

It was the drug in its most rudimentary form

that caused those deaths.

Wait, wait...

Deaths, Fredrik?

There will always be collateral.

But Oxamarol, when it's finally perfected...

You've killed people, Fredrik.

You have blood on your hands.

That is the price of progress.

You understand.

You're a scientist, like me.

Or, perhaps you don't.

I'm under no illusion here.

It's too late to save our relationship.

But you have a second chance with your grandson...

..with Oskar.

This business is his future.

You owe it to him.

Of course, if you don't feel that way...

..rest assured, your family won't bother you again.

Your choice.

You diagnosed a massive diaphragmatic hernia

from a batch of old scar tissue,

a local news story and a stethoscope?

I had some help.

A hint or two, but who cares?

That is incredible, Jasmine.

I'm really proud of you.

BLEEPING

Matilda... I think we've got a problem.

-Mrs Chambers?

-She's going into respiratory arrest.

We need Ms Campbell now.

There isn't time.

What? Are you mad?

Calm down, I'm going to help you, OK?

Look, without a chest X-ray,

we don't even know which organs we're affecting.

We could be doing more harm than good, Jas!

Don't worry, this will help.

Jas, stop! We need Ms Campbell.

You don't even know what you're doing.

No, no, let her continue.

Something tells me Dr Burrows knows exactly what she's doing.

I'm going to help you, Ella, everything's going to be fine.

HEAVY BREATHING

There we go. OK.

Take it easy. Nice slow breaths.

-All right?

-Morven, take Mrs Chambers into to theatre and scrub in.

You - wait in my office.

Then we can discuss the consequences of taking short cuts.

You're OK.

You're a very lucky man, Mr Jones.

It took some finding, but we...

Mr Rossini located it in the end.

Thank you. Both of you.

I'm sorry if...

Get some rest.

When you wake up, new you.

For your girl.

May I?

This needs to end here.

Even with my limited vocabulary, I understand that.

Goodnight, Jac.

Mrs Chambers?

She's doing very well. The surgery was a complete success.

Good. I'm glad.

Ms Campbell, I just want to say...

I'll speak to HR about transferring you to another ward in the morning.

But I thought outside the box.

-You cheated.

-You gave me no choice!

You set me up to fail.

Harvey'd me, or whatever you lot call it.

Yes. I know about the hazing thing.

Why do you do it?

Was the whole mentor thing just a lie?

-No.

-Oh, so one minute you see enough in me to mentor,

but the next you're throwing me out to the wolves.

Why did you dangle the carrot in the first place?

To test your mettle.

See if you were as good as your potential suggested,

-but you came up lacking.

-That is not fair!

Life isn't fair!

You don't get second chances.

One accident, one knock - and all that potential is just gone. Wasted!

And you can never... you can never get it back.

I think about it too - all the time.

Elinor. What I could have done differently.

If I should have said something about the late nights

or the stuff she was on or said something to her...

It's such a mess.

You knew?

About the cocaine? She told you?

No. I...I suspected. She denied it.

Do you know what? You were right.

-This isn't going to work, Ms Campbell, I'm sorry.

-Wait!

If we do this...

If I mentor you...

you have to be in 100 percent.

I will be.

I'll be ruthless.

I can take it.

Go.

Get drunk. Have fun.

We begin in the morning.

He's requested a transfer.

-I'll give you a minute.

-Thank you.

I assumed we'd reached an impasse, so...

it seemed fruitless for me to stay any longer.

There's no price to pay for progress, you said.

You're right, I did recognise that.

Well...

I'm glad you've seen sense.

They're the words of your grandfather.

What?

This isn't the directorship certificate?

No.

It's your official medical notes,

replete with details of the drug that you've been taking

and the severe medical complications you have suffered as a result.

Signed and legitimised by me.

Legitimised? Yes.

I have sent a copy to The Medical Products Agency in Sweden.

By morning it will be public knowledge that Oxamarol's founder

attempted to cover up a fatality

that he very nearly suffered at its hands.

This will...

This will destroy the prospect of any further trials.

Yes, it will.

And Oskar?

You really don't care at all?

I did it FOR Oskar.

For HIS future.

I meant what I said, Henrik.

You will never see us again.

-Well, then, that is the price

-I

-have to pay, for my humanity.

Can I ask you one thing?

Have you ever suffered...

..as I have?

If you're asking, do I have depression...

..no.

I'm afraid I don't quite share your temperament.

Your weakness of will.

Well, then...

..we're not so alike, after all, you and I.

Goodbye, Fredrik.

'Doors opening. Lift going up.'

Hey.

So...what's for dinner?

I've been thinking.

Perhaps we CAN go to Adam's party.

It might be fun.

I love you.

Do you know that?

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