Rocket Man Holby City

If you're too scared to work on the case, say it.

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

You know, you've got beautiful eyes.

Sorry. Didn't mean to embarrass you. I have a habit of thinking out loud.

No, no, it's OK.

I'll remember this moment.

Sitting under the canopy of this beautiful tree.

Where I decided to be happy.

I know this sounds a bit mad, but, when I'm finished here, would you like to go for a drink?

SHE BREATHES HARD

SHE EXHALES

LIGHT BUZZES

OK, so there's our cyst. Grasper.

STEADY BEEPING

OK, I've got a hold of it.

Staple, please.

Nice.

Talc, please.

Spraying the pleura.

Perfect. Like a little snowstorm.

-So, what's next?

-Coffee.

No, I mean what extra can I do?

A VATS pneumothorax surgery isn't enough for one day?

It was amazing, but I want to do more. Whatever you've got.

LIGHT BUZZES

OK, I'm writing an editorial on frozen elephant trunk surgery

and I need someone to help me with the research.

-Think you can handle that?

-Yeah. When do you need it?

-End of the week?

-No problem.

What else have you got?

You can organise my paperwork for my catch-up with Hanssen.

-He's not in, he's off sick.

-Words I thought I'd never hear.

Caitlin Callahan. She's 16 years old, she collapsed in PE.

-They brought her in through ED, gave her a chest drain.

-There you go.

Yep. So today is chicken curry, tomorrow is lamb stew.

Thursday is that chickpea thing you made.

-No, that's Friday.

-Does it matter?

-Yeah. Meat-free Friday!

-OK.

Well, then, that means that Thursday is moussaka.

That's very good, it's very organised.

Well, we're just trying to shake off the shackles of the canteen.

Ah! That's very inspiring.

Have you spoken to Ric?

-Not yet.

-I can't get my head around it.

Well, you all know that if someone makes a complaint,

we have to take it seriously, so...

But even if it comes from an F1 who's known him for about an hour?

Yes, even then.

Wow!

-Good morning.

-Morning.

DOM CHUCKLES

Good for her.

Caitlin Callahan? Dr Zosia March.

Hello. This is my dad.

-Cash. Hi.

-It's short for Casimir.

-Polish?

-Mm. Well done.

-Warrior?

-Actually, a king.

In fact, there were a number of Polish kings called Casimir, all the way back to 1016.

Dad? She was just being polite.

Gotcha. No history lesson.

-Probably for the best.

-So, you, er...collapsed at school?

Yes. Playing netball in PE and everything just went fuzzy.

-First time it happened?

-Yep.

Any heart disease in the family?

-I don't think so.

-No.

-Any palpitations?

-No.

-Do you drink?

-No.

-Do you smoke?

-Yes.

-What?!

-Just kidding.

HE CHUCKLES

Right, could you take a few deep breaths for me, please?

-Those are great.

-Hm? Oh, no, they're just, er...sketches.

We're writing a comic book together.

No. She's writing it, I'm just, er...I'm just doing the drawings.

But the story and everything, it's...it's all her.

-Isn't it, Princess?

-Dad!

Right, let's get an echocardiogram,

routine bloods, chest X-ray and an ECG, please.

We'll get you diagnosed, treated and back to the netball court before you know it.

-That's efficient.

-I'm very good at my job.

Oi!

Hey! Stop!

Stop!

ESSIE BREATHES HARD

-Give it back.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-Do you want me to call the police?

-OK, I know exactly what you're talking about.

You were stealing money from a patient's bag.

-Not a patient.

-Right. So, exactly how would you describe her?

As my mum.

SHE SIGHS

Thank you.

LIFT: Doors opening. Lift going up.

I was just going to get you one.

-Why?

-Because I'm a nice person.

Right. Thanks. Maybe next time.

-Are you OK, though?

-Mm?

Just, er...you were just getting started when I left Albie's last night.

-You've been working quite long hours.

-I'm a junior doctor.

Yes, but yesterday was quite a big day...wasn't it?

Are you still feeling OK?

You know we have broken up, right?

Because it feels like you think my life is somehow your business.

Thanks for the chat.

Hey. Hm.

APPLAUSE

Well, this is unexpected.

Well, first I have to thank our lord and saviour

-Jesus Christ for giving me...

-OK, that's enough.

-Are you still puffing?

-Oh! I've got a few years on you.

Still, I'd rate your aerobic capacity as poor.

-Noted.

-And are you hungover?

-Hand it over.

-What's that?

Oh, it's fine. It's my pocket money.

I wouldn't normally take it, but I needed a book for school.

Seeing as your mum's not here, I'll have to take your word for that, won't I?

Which is my bond.

-Which book did you need?

-A Beginner's Guide To Pickpocketing.

I'll make sure that she gets it back.

And that'll be the last I see of it.

Sorry. You're right.

Well, we got there in the end, didn't we?

There we go. Just in case you're expecting to see

that bacon sandwich again any time soon.

FLETCH TAKES A DEEP BREATH

OK. Any pain?

No. Mate, I'm in absolute top nick, all right?

It's an incredible recovery. Look at this.

How's the shoulder?

The sling is just for show, all right? So, please, let me go.

-As soon as we've done the paperwork.

-Oh, come on!

Look, do you really think we want you here?

There are four kids at home that, quite frankly, I am getting a bit sick of.

And he's got his eye on someone.

Ah, would this be the diva?

-Her name is Kim.

-Can you be quiet?

I was sure you were going to ask her out last night.

Except that would be completely unprofessional.

I'd much rather prepare for

my complete mesocolic excision this afternoon.

What? Are you being serious?

Serena and I have been waiting for a suitable patient

for a while now and we've finally got one.

Is that why you were working late together last night?

-Yep, that's why.

-How advanced is the cancer?

-Stage two.

-And you'll be dissecting to the superior mesenteric artery?

-Yep.

-That is going to be brilliant!

For your fellowship application.

Yeah, well, that might have been put on hold for a while.

Meanwhile, an almost perfectly healthy 41-year-old male

is still an unnecessary drain on the National Health Service.

Shouldn't be long.

Mr Di Lucca? That complete mesocolic excision?

-Mm?

-Look, if you need any assisting...

That would be me. Serena's leading this one.

You know, just, I can hold a retractor or something.

It's just I've never seen it done before and I just want to help in any way I can.

-Actually, there might be something.

-Anything!

Aiden Hammond. Fell down the stairs, cracked his head,

-needs regular obs. Keep a close eye on him.

-Babysitting?

I knew you'd jump at the chance. Start with the stitches.

Well, I had to chase him through the ward.

Showing a surprising turn of speed.

Honestly, I'm impressed.

Give us a break, OK? I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, and so is Parker.

Which he will now demonstrate for you.

I'm sorry.

If you need money, darling, just ask me.

Good one, yeah. I'll remember that.

Ms Whitfield. Hi.

We haven't got all the results back at the moment, but the ones we do have

show that you have a haematoma just here, just under your hip, OK?

And it's developed into a rather large abscess.

Now, you said you had a fall?

I tripped on a rug. Idiot!

Always meant to put carpet down, but, well, you know.

And you were in AAU yesterday with a fall?

Just a klutz.

-But you didn't mention the hip then?

-Why would I?

It's just, you know, an abscess like that

-can take four or five days to develop, so...

-And now it has.

Yeah, but weren't you in pain?

I-I guess I just didn't notice.

Glass of bubbles cures all ills, right?

-Are you in pain?

-She's fine.

Um...excuse me.

-Quite a bit, actually.

-Well, we'll get you something for that.

-10 milligrams of morphine.

-Mm-hm.

So, as I was saying, your bloods show

that you have a high white cell count

and a high CRP, which could indicate a significant infection.

So we need to take you into surgery and just drain the abscess.

What do you think's going on there?

I think a social life to rival yours, by the looks of it.

Huh!

SHE SIGHS

Hold the door! Thank you.

How's the head?

Fine. Why wouldn't it be?

LIFT: Doors closing.

What do you think of brown shoes with a navy suit?

-Sorry?

-My instinct is always black shoes with navy trousers

but, well, I rather like it.

You should trust your instinct.

Tristan! How'd you hit them at the weekend?

Not bad. Putting a mess, but what can you do?

I know what you mean.

Listen, I've got a few CVs for you to look at.

A couple of Americans and a rather brilliant young Australian.

We just need to figure out if we want someone

who's a specialist in skull-base surgery,

or someone who can develop an expertise in functional surgery.

Can't we have both?

I suppose we can. Why not?

All we need to do now is figure out how much we're going to need Theatre Two.

LIFT: Doors closing.

Right. That is a week's meals catered for.

Dom and Isaac.

When did you cook all that?

Last night, when we got in.

Wild(!)

Well, we can't all go out on massive benders, can we?

We've got a slot for Ms Whitfield's ECG.

I'll do her obs.

OK.

Good night?

Yeah.

Good.

Good.

It just...it just seems a bit out of character.

The tattoos, the nights out, the guy in the car.

I'm just saying.

Yeah, well, I suppose when you find out you can't have children...

..it takes the fun out of clean living.

What?

Yeah.

I've been having fertility tests at the Rowland.

A few days ago, I found out that there's practically zero chance

of me ever being able to conceive a child.

With or without their help.

So there you go. Last laugh's on me.

Let's have a look.

Ah! How did you do that?

At work. Fell down some stairs. The nurse cleaned it up a bit.

Right. Well, I'll get that stitched up first.

What did you hit it on?

-Cracked it right on the volute.

-Sorry, the what?

Oh, Morv, come on! The volute.

It's the scroll at the bottom of the stairs.

-Can't believe you didn't know that. You should be ashamed of yourself!

-Right.

-So, what do you do?

-I'm a joiner. Stairs, mainly.

-Oh! Like Snug.

-Who?

Snug, the joiner from Midsummer.

-Shakespeare?

-Haven't read a word.

Oh.

Did you lose consciousness?

Er...I don't think so. I was on my own.

Nah.

-Any vomiting?

-Nope.

Any previous head injuries? Concussions?

The odd knock playing rugby at school, but nothing major.

-Flanker?

-Ha! No. Outside centre.

-Any headaches?

-No, not really.

Is that a not really, or a no?

She's a bit hard, this one.

Sorry, um...can you talk to me, please?

Thank you.

-So, have you had any headaches?

-No. I'm sharp as ever.

Well, at least one of us thinks so.

We use Theatre Two constantly.

If we lose it, we'll have to cut our list.

-Does he want it fulltime?

-I don't know. But it's an option.

-He's out of control.

-I can talk to him.

-No, no, leave it with me.

-Please. I want to help.

-Let me help.

-Dr March, leave it!

Hi. Sorry, we might be a bit longer.

The theatres are all full today. How's the pain?

Yeah, it's fine.

-Is the morphine helping?

-Getting there.

-Has Parker gone?

-For a walk.

I'm sorry about chasing him earlier. I just thought...

Don't apologise. He could do with a clip around the ear sometimes.

-Is he a handful?

-Huh!

It's not quite the word I'd use for it, but, um...yeah.

He didn't want to give that money back.

He's a 14-year-old boy. He thinks everything belongs to him.

It was like he didn't trust you to have it.

Like he wanted to be in control.

If there's anything that you think isn't right, you can tell me.

I'm here to help.

He has issues with boundaries, that's all.

I do struggle to cope with him sometimes, if I'm honest.

OK, Ms Whitfield, time to take you down for your scan.

Ah, lovely.

(If you want to talk...)

-Sorry, am I...?

-No, no, no. Off we go.

Sorry. Tristan?

Busy suspending someone else?

I heard what happened with Mr Griffin.

Dr March, I'd expect more than snide comments

from one of Holby's greatest success stories.

I was made aware of how you handled yourself

when the press was circling a while ago.

I think it was magnificent.

Thank you.

And yet you still want to take Theatre Two away from us.

Ah! Back to business. No decision has been made either way.

I heard you spent time on Keller yesterday.

Why don't you spend the day on Darwin?

Do you even know what we do in CT?

As far as I can tell, you spend a lot of your time winding up board members.

No, but do you?

I have an inkling.

So, you're taking our theatre away from us based on an inkling?

Are you not worried you might be missing something?

-Am I?

-Find out.

Cancel golf. Spend the day with us.

Maybe I will.

Right, um...if you can just hold your arms out like this, please?

Lovely. Now, don't let me pull them towards me, OK?

Lovely. And again.

You're going to have to work a bit harder than that.

Aiden, I have to tell you, mate, you want to watch out for this one.

This is her favourite bit. This and bedbaths.

Huh-huh! Cheers, mate.

Right, can you hold them like that again, please? Lovely.

Now, don't let me push them towards you.

Great. And again.

-Argh!

-Ooo! That hurt?

-Just sore guts.

-Was it like that before the fall?

-Nah. You reckon I knocked it?

-Maybe.

Ah, Mr Hammond. I trust Dr Digby is taking care of you?

-Beautifully.

-Good.

Atrial septal defect, or a hole in the heart.

It's probably been there since birth.

How did we not know?

You'd have no cause to, unless there were symptoms.

Can you fix it?

Hi. Jac Naylor, director of Cardiothoracics.

ASD. Yes, we can fix it.

-And then I'll be OK?

-Yes.

But the blood bank tells me you're missing both Lutheran antibodies in your blood.

Firstly, what is that? And secondly, is it a problem?

It doesn't really matter what it is, but it is a small problem, yes.

We'll need blood on standby

just in case we need to do a transfusion during surgery.

Yours is very rare and it's not the type of thing the blood bank would have on hand.

-That sounds like a big problem.

-Well, we just need to find a donor.

We usually find a match within the family.

-Me?

-Siblings, mother.

No siblings and Caitlin's mum isn't with us any more, so...

Excuse me. Sorry.

Tristan Wood, chairman of the board here at the hospital.

-I'm just observing on Darwin today.

-No, you're not.

I was invited by Dr March.

-Just pretend I'm not here.

-Shouldn't be a problem.

So it looks like you're the one.

You'd have to take my blood?

-What?

-He's scared of needles.

Caitlin, come on, there's no need to air our dirty laundry.

Look, if a little prick's too much to ask

-to save your daughter's life, then, that's cool.

-Fine.

CASH SIGHS

Of course, I'll give as much blood as I can.

Dr March, could I have a word?

Excuse us, Mr Wood.

You know, I could get used to this, getting pushed around everywhere.

Never make your steps, though, would I? Swings and roundabouts.

I'm just going to check and see if they're ready for you.

-Kim?

-Oh. Hello.

-What are you...?

-I'm just here with a friend. Avery.

-Oh, right.

-I know, who calls their kid Avery, right?

She has to have a scan. Thinks she's got everything and will be dead in a week.

-Sounds like a handful.

-Total nightmare, to be honest.

But, um...I've known her since I was 12, so I'm stuck with her.

-How's the arm?

-Yeah, it's, er...coming along.

-And the...?

-I have to put a bag over it when I go outside.

What, are you saying my handiwork is shoddy?

Just saying the face is hideous.

Yeah, as if!

I, er...I came looking for you yesterday, actually.

-What for?

-Just to say goodbye.

But you'd gone.

I am very elusive.

That you are.

Well, look, I'd better, er...

Of course. Off you go. Lives to save.

-It was good to see you.

-Good to be seen.

-Did I not say leave it to me?!

-It's a great opportunity.

Impress him and he'll realise he can't take our theatre away from us.

-It's not as simple as that!

-It seems to be working for Neuro.

Yes, because Guy plans things meticulously!

He's a strategist. He uses smoke and mirrors

to make himself look like a god.

He doesn't invite people in to observe on a whim.

So we have to be brilliant.

We will keep our theatre, I promise.

OK. What's next?

I'm getting the impression you'd rather be somewhere else.

-No.

-It's OK.

Probably more exciting jobs than babysitting some ugly joiner.

You're not ugly.

Now we're getting somewhere!

Sorry.

That was bad form.

Don't meet many girls making stairs.

I'm a little bit out of touch with the flirting. Sorry.

-It's a complete mesocolic excision.

-Wow!

-I don't know what that means.

-It's basically a massive deal.

And you're stuck with me.

It's fine. Go on, on you hop.

-That's it?

-That's it.

Yeah, we'll do the head CT now and then do the abdominal one later on.

I go in that tube?

Is that OK?

Fine, yeah.

Very OK.

Because some people find it claustrophobic.

Do they? Pathetic!

-Do you?

-Only massively.

But it's all right, I've got a coping technique.

Good. Well, just give us a shout if you need us.

You can hear me?

-Yeah, there's a microphone in there.

-OK.

It's just that...with this coping technique, um...

it's...

I guess flamboyant is the word you'd use.

I'm sure I'll manage.

Right! Going in.

# And I think it's going to be a long, long time

# Till touchdown brings me around again to find

# I'm not the man they think I am at home

# Oh, no, no, no

# I'm a rocket man

# Rocket man

# Burning out his fuse up here alone. #

-OK, ready?

-Absolutely, yeah.

It's fine. I'll hold your hand.

No, wait!

-RAPID BEEPING

-Whoa! Caitlin, are you OK?!

-Caitlin, sit back.

-Cait, are you OK?!

-CAITLIN GASPS FOR BREATH

-She can't breathe!

-She's OK.

Take a deep breath.

Is that better?

OK, stats up to 99. Better?

-What was that?

-You disconnected your chest drain,

which disrupted the negative pressure holding your lungs to your chest wall.

-You can't move too quickly, OK?

-(OK.)

Right, let's get bloods done.

-She's OK?

-She's OK.

Yeah, I'm fine, Dad. You've got no excuses.

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

OK, do it.

What's your comic book about?

This girl, Thea, who discovers a secret portal

to another dimension in the back of her fridge.

But when she goes through it, she throws the universe off balance

and she has to try and figure out how to fix it.

-Brilliant, right?

-Wow!

Right. That's it.

-That's it?

-That's it.

Thanks, everyone.

That was brilliant! The way you fixed her... What was it?

-Chest drain.

-Very impressive.

Enjoying yourself?

You know, I rather am.

That's what I'm here for.

-She tripped on a rug.

-So she says.

Yeah, we can only go by what she says.

There are more ways to tell us than just telling us.

What do you mean?

She said something earlier about Parker and boundaries.

And he was really possessive about the money.

I mean, maybe she's trying to tell us something.

Like what?

Maybe Parker's responsible for her injuries.

-He's 14.

-Well, that doesn't matter.

Just be careful, all right?

If you want to talk about...what you said earlier...

Thanks. I can cope.

Did you know that specialists have reported high risks

of neurological complications after frozen elephant trunk surgery?

Be careful, Zosia.

Hm?

No, no idea.

Tristan.

Perhaps you ought to consider whether flirting

is the right way of going about things.

Flirting? With Tristan?!

As if I'd go there.

-And what exactly do you think you do with him?

-What?

"How'd you hit them at the weekend?"

Why don't you just kiss and get it over with it?

Hm! OK, so I use as much charm as I can to get what I want.

And I do what I can to make sure Cardiothoracics won't lose its theatre.

If you don't like it...I don't care.

-You're done.

-Superb!

I'll get Lou to help you get dressed, if that's all right, Lou?

-Oi-oi.

-Hey! Don't get too cocky now.

You're not as mobile as you think.

No, I completely understand.

Just glad to be going home so that I can relax looking after four kids.

-Aiden, mate, it's been a pleasure.

-Likewise.

Look, when you get out of here, look me up. We'll hit the karaoke.

-I hear you're a bit of a rocket man.

-Fletch!

-Aw!

-What?

-I'm so sorry.

I feel a bit betrayed right now.

Oh, no, don't be ashamed, mate. You smashed it.

-The recording's amazing.

-There's a recording?!

There is no recording!

A little bit of privacy now, please, if you don't mind? Cheers, Lou.

-Oh!

-I swear, there is no recording.

-I'm speechless.

-Oh, there's no excuse, is there?

-SHE CHUCKLES

-I'm so sorry.

I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me.

Yeah. Hm!

How about Friday? There's this ping-pong bar in town.

Plenty of tables, a few drinks.

-World's greatest sport. What do you say?

-No.

OK.

We've still got your abdominal CT to do.

I'll get someone to take you down for that.

Why can't you do it? I've still got Tiny Dancer in the bag.

I've got other patients to deal with.

Um...Mr Di Lucca? That complete mesocolic excision,

are you absolutely sure there's nothing I can do?

-I don't think so.

-Anything! Just anything!

I need to be in that theatre.

-OK, you can catheterise her.

-Thank you.

What about Mr Hammond's abdominal CT?

-I'll get someone to take him down for that.

-Make sure you do.

Dr Digby?

Mr Callahan's bloods.

What?!

-Hey.

-Is she OK?

Yeah, she's fine. She's just going for a scan.

What have you got there?

Fixing the screen for a mate.

You know how to do that?

It's not hard.

Your mum's pretty banged up.

Yeah.

She's got a significant abscess with a serious infection.

OK.

She's unlucky to have got that just slipping off a chair.

She tripped on the rug in the sitting room.

Yeah, of course.

Even so, she has been in quite a lot recently.

She falls over a lot.

Or is someone else involved?

Like who?

Someone who's maybe angry, frustrated...

Are you joking?

I'm just asking. It's OK if sometimes you get angry.

This isn't my fault.

I didn't say it was your fault.

If anyone's to blame, it's her.

She's the one with the problems.

I know that it might feel like that sometimes,

but I am concerned about the number of times that she's fallen.

And there's no other reason you can think of that someone

might fall over a lot?

What other reasons might there be?

-Parker.

-I need to finish this.

OK.

You're not a match.

But that can happen, can't it?

Yes, it can.

And you'll still find someone, won't you? She'll be all right?

We're hopeful we'll find a donor, yes.

The thing is, it's not just that you're not a match.

Mr Callahan, is Caitlin adopted?

ZOSIA HEARS BUZZING

No.

IVF, was there a donor involved?

No.

Then I am very sorry to have to tell you this,

but you're not Caitlin's father.

Yes, I am.

No, no you're not. You're AB and Caitlin is an O.

I don't want to get into the genetics of this, but the

short answer is it's practically impossible for you to be her father.

We'll give you a moment.

Look, I know, all right.

Of course I know.

Leah was pregnant when we got together, it wasn't a secret.

Two minutes old,

I made the choice that I would be her father.

You can't tell her why I'm not a match.

I'll do it one day, I promise.

When she's ready.

Not now.

Mr Callahan, we wouldn't tell her.

I promise.

Kim, can we have a quick chat?

Yeah.

Kim?

Sacha!

Kim, can you hear me?

Crash trolley, please.

What did you give her?

Just some morphine.

OK, 2mg of Naloxone, please.

Come on.

-She's still bradycardic.

-2mg more?

Wait a second.

OK.

Heart rate rising.

They've got some issues.

I'm thinking a pericardial patch closure.

Why not a device closure?

Cos the defect is too large and there's no rim on the lower aspect

for the device to land on, so a device closure would be unsafe.

Good. Prep for that.

Did I miss anything?

No.

Surgery coming up?

Yes, a pericardial patch closure.

And that is...?

You'll see.

Ah, suspense - I like it.

And you took the father aside to run him through it?

Yes, amongst other things.

It's a bit of a delicate personal situation.

I can't go into it, I'm sorry.

Not at all.

One of the more difficult parts of the job, I imagine.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just that the emotional side of things must be

rather confronting at times.

-For me in particular or...?

-No, why would I...?

Because I'm bipolar.

Because I have trouble managing my emotions. Is that what you mean?

That's absolutely not what I mean.

As I said earlier, I'm proud of both you and Holby.

Keep doing what you're doing.

How much morphine did you give her?

10mg, exactly like you ordered.

Are you sure?

Yes.

It's just if I didn't know better,

I would say that she's had a double dose.

Maybe she has.

And you're sure you didn't make a mistake?

I'm just hungover, I'm not an idiot.

Think about it.

She comes in here, she keeps falling over at home.

We give her more morphine, then she passes out, then she can't hear me.

So you think there's something in her system already.

So you're saying she's an addict?

Well, I think she's definitely using,

and that explains why she keeps falling over a lot.

Because she's out of it.

Well, it's very lucky that you didn't accuse her son of anything.

Oh, you're kidding.

What was I meant to do?

Well, you could have just left it.

I'll fix it.

It's like fixing a bike puncture.

We take a piece of your pericardium and stitch it over the hole.

When's it happening?

We're just waiting on the blood banks for some of your blood type.

I thought it was coming from Dad.

He's not a match.

But he's my dad.

How can my dad not be a match?

It's never 100%.

-Sorry, love.

-It's OK.

This is morphine.

It's an opioid, one of the stronger ones around.

You might have seen Tramadol and Diazepam.

Now if you take too many of them or take them for too long,

it can cause grogginess, loss of co-ordination, loss of appetite.

How long has this been going on, Parker?

She's trying to stop.

How long?

Since the accident.

What accident?

She started acting weird.

Slept a lot.

She was out of it most of the time.

Fell over.

Stopped cooking.

This is why you didn't want her to have the money -

it just disappears.

Why didn't you tell someone?

Who am I going to tell?

-Me.

-You thought I was beating her up.

She can do it.

Not on her own.

How do you know?

I just know. Trust me.

I know.

Right.

You can talk to me,

any time...

..and I will try to help.

Thanks, but...

..I don't need your help.

Ms Naylor.

It's about Zosia.

Dr March.

Of course, yes, Dr March.

I've been made aware of her situation.

Nothing underhand, just doing my due diligence.

Is it something I should be concerned about?

I don't understand.

Her condition.

By condition you mean the mental illness that is treated,

medicated and completely under control.

Well, is that how these things work? I don't know.

I had a headache this morning.

I took two paracetamol and now I'm fine.

Are you concerned about me?

I'm not sure it's quite the same thing.

It's exactly the same thing.

She has bipolar, she treats it, she comes to work.

I know there have been PR issues for the hospital in the past.

I would like to avoid a repeat of that if I could.

You don't have to worry about my team.

Good.

Thank you.

Not as far as I could throw him.

Look at you.

Not bad, eh? How was the op?

Amazing.

Watching Ms Campbell do something that innovative, you know.

Just being part of it, it was incredible.

Well, you might want to keep that down a little bit around Aiden.

What about Aiden?

The abdo CT, it showed a growth.

Suki, have you got Aiden's scan?

What sort of a growth?

Well, we've got to send it off,

and who knows what it'll come back with, but from what it looks like...

Cancer.

They reckon it's T4 bowel cancer,

invading the bladder and the small bowel too.

I mean, it could be diverticular disease though, couldn't it?

You're asking the wrong fella.

Who told him?

-Doomsday.

-Oh, no.

Why did you let him?

It wasn't up to me. Anyway, there wasn't anyone else about.

My cab's here.

Well done for getting him the scan.

Good call.

Thanks.

Caitlin, we're ready for you.

-Is that a problem?

-Just on a bit of a roll.

She has just had a brilliant idea. Have a look at this.

-I'm sorry, we have to...

-Can Dad come in with me?

No.

Please. I want him in there.

No, I'm sorry.

I'll just sit in the corner.

You really can't, I'm afraid.

But you must have observers in there all the time.

-That's different.

-It's fine, Dad.

No, hang on. How is it different?

-Is that board member bloke going to be in there?

-Yes, but...

So why can't I be in there as well?

I've got a right to be there, I'm family.

Because there's a protocol about who's in the room.

Surgeons, anaesthetist, perfusionist, scrub nurses.

Occasionally observers, like Mr Wood, but never family,

whether they're genetic or not, it doesn't matter -

you can't be in there.

What did she say about genetic?

-I'm so sorry.

-Caitlin.

What does she...? Dad, what does she mean?

-What's happening to her?

-Excuse me. She's hypotensive.

Get some oxygen and we'll get her into theatre quickly.

I've drained Mrs Whitfield's abscess.

She'll be back on the ward in a bit.

He's 14, Sacha.

He has to pinch money off his mum to eat.

Poor kid.

All he needs is a mother.

Have you looked at any alternatives?

I don't want to talk about it.

Adoption.

-Fostering.

-I said I don't want to talk about it.

I'm sick of talking about it.

I just want to do something for Parker.

OK, I'll come back.

No, don't. You just reminded me of something.

What are you doing?

I'm doing something.

Yeah, with my lunches.

You're a grown man with a good job and the means to buy yourself

lunch every day.

Thank you.

That's my moussaka.

No way. Absolutely not.

She's my patient.

-I don't care, you're not going in there.

-Why not?

Is that a serious question?

I don't see how anything I've done today affects my ability to operate.

OK, so I didn't manage that very well.

Fine, we can talk about that later.

But the important thing right now is not their feelings, but that

we do a brilliant job on this procedure and we keep our theatre.

We need to focus on that.

Don't touch anything unless I say so.

This will keep you going for a while.

I'm sorry I didn't listen to you.

OK, cutting the pericardium.

-Do you want me to...?

-No.

I can do it.

Dr March, I suggest you stay quiet.

Pericardium is open.

Heparin, please.

Purse strings.

OK.

I am putting a purse string around the aorta.

Can I have a purse string for the right atrium, please?

Do not give that to her!

Hi.

You heard?

I'm so sorry I wasn't here.

Don't be silly, you've got a job to do.

How was your thing?

Oh, I was practically a tea lady in there.

Anyone could have done it.

I only put my hand up because I wanted to get away.

From me?

Yeah, but not like that.

I'm sorry about the ping pong,

it was out of line.

To even think about a date - I mean, you're my doctor.

It wasn't like that.

My husband died...

..not long ago.

I'm so sorry.

What was his name?

Arthur.

And since...

..I haven't...

I mean, even the thought of going on a date...

I get it. I get it.

And I just feel bad, you know, like I led you to that.

Don't feel bad.

It was brilliant.

You're still a very good performer in that regard.

Probably better you weren't here actually.

-Really?

-Yeah. I mean if you were, you know...

If you were to see me get the results...

I would have been a pity date.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I do, I do. I know what you mean, actually.

No-one wants a pity date.

True.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

I know the other doctor said we should wait

for the biopsy results, but you've seen the scan, right?

How bad is it?

It would have been better if we'd caught it earlier.

Right.

Better get that pity date in then.

I've removed a small piece of the pericardium,

we'll be using it to patch the hole.

If we stitch it here, it'll be a lot quicker. We'll get you out of here in no time.

Dr March, what are you doing?

Stitching the hole together.

From the wrong side of the table?

Yes, I can do it.

I'm trimming a piece of pericardium to patch it like we planned.

No, no, no, this is much better.

Stitching the defect together is a lot quicker and the less time

the aorta is cross-clamped, the less chance of mortality.

You know as well as I do that by stitching it

makes her more prone to arrhythmia.

No, no, this'll work.

It's not what we agreed.

It doesn't matter what we agreed, this is my patient

and this is a far better way of doing it.

I think you should scrub out.

It's OK, I promise.

No, I don't think it is.

This is faster and it's safer. She's 16, she can't be on bypass forever.

-Dr March.

-Shut up.

-Stop, please.

Shut up, shut up, shut up! Just leave me alone to do it, it will work.

Take your hands out of the patient.

No, I have to do it.

Everything depends on it.

It's like what we said, we have to be brilliant. We have to be brilliant!

Dr March.

Scissors, please. Let's take these stitches out.

BUZZING

Hey, how'd it go?

-Fine. Where is she?

-Who?

-Zosia.

I thought she was assisting you in theatre.

Yeah, I had to throw her out.

-Why?

-She started stitching for a device closure when I was

literally holding a piece of pericardium to patch it.

She'd never make that mistake.

-No, she wouldn't.

-You think...?

She was absolutely brilliant in surgery this morning.

-Hyper-focus.

-How did I not see it?

She's very good at hiding it.

And now I have no idea where she's gone.

I have to do a post-op on Caitlin. Can you try and find her?

-Any nausea?

-No.

And you're comfortable enough?

Bit of pain.

We need to have a conversation about that, Kim.

When you came in today, was there any medication in your system?

No, why would I?

It's just that your symptoms are consistent with a morphine overdose.

I'm trying to stop.

I know how hard that must be.

But you led me to believe that Parker assaulted you.

I never said that.

But you let me think it.

What I do with my son is my business.

Not if we think you're not coping.

I'm going to have to call Social Services.

No, please don't.

They'll take him away.

I'm a single mother. I can't lose him, please.

I know I should have told you about the pills, I'm not stupid.

I know I have to get off them but I'm trying, I promise you,

I'm trying.

I can be a mum to him. I can do this properly.

Please, just give me a chance. Please!

Hi, darling.

Are you OK?

I am, yes.

Good as new.

Hey, Parker.

Surgery went very well and she can go home very soon.

Isn't that good?

We'll leave you to it.

So we're expecting a normal recovery.

Thank you.

I want to offer my sincere apologies for Dr March's behaviour earlier on.

You told us something in confidence, and we betrayed that confidence.

It's unacceptable.

Where is she?

She's been taken ill.

I want her to apologise.

Well, again, we are very sorry.

I want Dr March to say it.

Dad, it doesn't matter, she doesn't have to do that.

Caitlin, let me handle this. They had no right.

It's fine, Dad.

You think I hadn't wondered about it?

What?

When you and Mum got together.

I knew you were abroad beforehand.

Yeah, but...

So I guess it was always there.

I tried not to think about it too much.

Why didn't you ever say anything?

Because it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

Sacha.

Where have they gone?

I don't know.

Is there an address?

BS54. Does that even exist?

No, it's fake.

Well, they're on their own.

Yeah.

No wonder they left.

I accused him of abusing her.

I let my feelings get in the way.

I couldn't have played it worse.

Poor Parker.

I misread him completely.

Well, it's a good job I'm not going to be a mum, isn't it? Because I'm not a natural.

Don't say that. Don't ever say that.

Look at the way I handled it.

PHONE BEEPS

What is it?

"Sorry we had to go.

"Your kids are lucky to have you.

"PS, work on your stamina.

"Parker."

Well, you see, somebody already thinks you're a mother.

Anything?

Mobile keeps going straight to voicemail.

There's no answer on the landline.

So she's either not home or she's ignoring it.

Did you get hold of her psych?

He couldn't tell us anything, but between the lines,

she not been in touch.

So where the hell is she?

Thanks for joining me.

Quite a day, Dr March.

Impressed?

More concerned.

Didn't you find it exciting?

I'm not sure that's the word I'd use.

We saved a young girl's life today.

Without us, she would have been dead in a few years.

Can you get your head around that?

All that power, in our hands, every single day.

That's why we have to keep our theatre.

We'll see.

You know, I did make a mistake today.

Those brown shoes are very sexy.

What's this?

Where did you get this?

The gift shop has all kinds of tat.

Tat? This is the game they play in heaven.

Are you ready?

Ready.

See?

OK, start again.

Hi, I was just wondering if you could help me.

I'd like to enquire about becoming a foster parent.

Whoa, careful there.

Zosia.

I think you'd better go home.

Thank goodness you're here.

Get in.

Get in!

She's had a bit too much.

I was just making sure she got home safely.

You're a liar.

I'm sorry?

What did you just do?

Nothing.

I was getting the theatre.

We're going to keep the theatre.

Zosia, are you OK?

Yes.

Are you OK?

Yes, I just told you.

Look at me.

Look at me.

No.

I'm not OK.

I'm really not.

It's OK. It's all right.

It's going to be all right, I promise.