The Hangover Holby City

Look at my track record, OK?

A gorgeous guy comes along and I either mess it up

and scare them away or they end up being a knife-wielding psycho.

Look, Adam's parties can be a bit...decadent.

His friends are all in open relationships.

I am not cheating on you, we agreed!

I know what we agreed, and it goes both ways!

I love you, but sometimes I feel a little bit like

you're just putting up with me.

You want to know the truth?

Ever since we first met

I've been terrified about you seeing the real me.

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

Merry Christmas.

On three. One, two...

Oh, God!

Woo!

You see, that is why I hate tequila.

Oh, Dr Burrows, two o'clock. You have an admirer.

You make a great wingman, Valentine.

-Wish me luck.

-Good luck.

-Another drink?

-No.

Have you ever worked with Hanssen on a hangover?

It's like working with an undertaker

whilst they size you up for your coffin.

All right, fine, go home, get your beauty sleep.

Is that a wrinkle I can see?

-Taxi for Valentine.

-Hey, I'm celebrating!

Yeah, um, here's to me and my life in equilibrium,

my career, my girlfriend, and consecutive days in the gym.

Don't blame me when you're dying from a hangover.

So, strike out, he's on your bus.

Oh! Goodnight.

-Oh, I guess one more wouldn't hurt.

-Yay!

Five of your finest Sambucas, my good man.

-Yes!

-What are we toasting to?

To...

a random and unexpected evening.

-Cheers!

-ALL: Cheers!

ALARM BLARES

There you are!

Not entirely sure what Hanssen would say about using

the on-call room as a flop house.

Come on, put your kit on.

Guessing a cheeky 5K's out the question?

We've talked about this.

You're officially banned from using the words cheeky, bants and LOLs.

Heavy night?

Come on, a morning jog will help clear the cobwebs away.

What's with the mangoes?

That's a very good question.

Well, if you're not going to come running with me,

shift starts in half an hour.

And, if I was you, I would look lively because Hanssen's not just

running the hospital, but he's joining us on Keller.

Fix up, look sharp.

PHONE RINGS

PHONE RINGS

I like to call it my smartphone fairy tale.

How do you know he's not just a massive fat bloke?

Oh, ye of little faith, Fletch. Trust me.

There's something about Nathan.

Yeah, a criminal record and several restraining orders probably.

PHONE BEEPS

SHE CHUCKLES

He's hungover.

He texted me at 2am in the morning

with a picture of a mango he found on a night out.

Drunk texting.

We need to get you out and get you some action, love.

You can't say that to a widow.

Well, I'm a widower, and people say it to me all the time,

and I wholeheartedly agree with them. Hello, mate!

Oh! Wow! Someone's in a hurry.

I feel like I've been hit by a bus.

You must have been very drunk last night?

I wasn't that bad.

I may have locked her out of the flat.

She was paying the cab driver,

I slammed the door and passed out for a while.

So, you mistreat your girlfriend, and you call Mr Hanssen at 3am?

I... I called Hanssen?!

I saw him in the lift this morning.

Told me you'd left him a voicemail.

Oh! Oh, no!

For now, I think you have bigger problems to deal with.

I've got this. Thank you, Matteo.

Up early this morning.

Yes, you'd think I'd have wanted a lie-in

after being locked out half the night.

Oh, come on, it wasn't on purpose.

I was out there for so long a passer-by gave me £1.

You see, every cloud.

Sorry... You think it's funny that I nearly caught hypothermia?

It was an accident!

I admit I may have been a bit...

..tipsy last night. Look, I have said sorry...

No, you haven't, actually.

Fine. Well, we'll go out separately next time, shall we?

-For goodness' sake.

-Sorry to interrupt.

We have a patient en route from the ED.

Suspected heart failure.

-Listen, Zosia...

-Sorry, excuse me.

You remember Miss Wilson, 35,

complaining of shortness of breath and a wheezing cough?

She's tachycardiac. BP 90 over 60.

How are you doing, Miss Wilson?

Suffering the consequences of your botched surgery, it would seem.

I believe we kept you well-informed of any risks,

and the surgery was not botched.

Well, let's hope my colleagues agree.

We have a good track record of medical negligence cases at my firm.

You want to bring a case against me?

Let's see how today goes, shall we?

Mr Valentine, I want an echo,

ECG and lung function test on Miss Wilson, please.

Right, you are.

Dr March, a word.

I would like you to assist Mr Valentine with Miss Wilson today.

I thought you'd be all over it

with a potential lawsuit hanging over you.

I believe my presence may be a little inflammatory.

Sometimes I have that effect on people.

So you are aware of it.

Just keep me updated.

You are hungover as well?

I...I only had three drinks last night.

You must just be getting old.

So, you're just going to turn up outside his work?

-Who, Nathan?

-Yeah!

You've seen Fatal Attraction?

Well, I'm hardly murdering his pet rabbit.

Yeah, but you don't want to scare him off, do you?

I'm the merry widow, how could I possibly scare him off?

I'm a hoot.

Well, you can't argue with that.

I haven't clicked with a guy like this since...

Well, since, you know...

Well, in that case, he must be a pretty stand-up fella.

Anyway, I better get in there.

-That's quite a healthy breakfast you've got there.

-Hm?

Oh, yeah, some bloke dressed as a monk

was handing them out last night.

He blessed me and Dom.

Is that right?

It's just that Nathan text Morven a photograph of a mango

about two o'clock this morning.

Oh, it must have been some sort of charity thing.

-Were you out with him last night?

-No!

Are you sleeping with him?

That is quite some story you're cooking up there, Fletch.

OK.

Let's see what Morven has to say about it, shall we?

OK, wait.

I'm not sleeping with him.

Nathan doesn't exist.

It's me. I'm Nathan.

Ah, Dr Copeland, nice of you to join us.

I hate to be one to state the obvious,

but we have four electives today,

a young man with appendicitis, and an ED full to the brim

desperate to send a whole new array of waifs and strays into our care,

so where is Mr Mayfield?

-Well, the thing is...

-Sincerest apologies, Mr Hanssen.

I had a bit of car trouble this morning.

Until we can manage time, we can manage nothing else.

-I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

-I should hope not.

We are very busy this morning, Mr Mayfield.

Your list of electives is in the office, when you're ready.

Well, if you feel half as rough as you look,

you have my everlasting pity.

Will you slow down, please?

What happened last night?

You tell me. You left me on my own.

I woke up in the on-call room surrounded by fruit.

Well, you did say you wanted to be closer to work.

Oh, and you just let me?

Have you ever argued with Drunk Dom?

I'm assuming that you were lying about the car.

Well, I could hardly tell Hanssen I woke at ten to nine

with a kitchen bin my bed now, could I?

What were you doing online at 5am anyway?

What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?

If anyone should be annoyed, it should be me.

You ditched me in the middle of town at two in the morning.

Assuming I'll get an apology later.

BPM is 105. She's arrhythmic again.

-Mm-hm.

-The cyst can't have grown back in this amount of time?

It's unlikely. The parasite was removed in its entirety.

If you believe Captain Corelli is as good as he says he is.

He certainly does.

Is he sleeping with that narcissistic redhead yet?

Very astute of you.

A monkey could have seen that one coming.

I give it three months max.

It's a shame they won't make it down the aisle -

I could have got some business.

-I take it that's your area? Family law?

-Certainly is.

Right, Dr March,

let's get cracking with that lung function test, please.

-Have your hands fallen off or...?

-Hm?

-Hm?

Oh, no, last time I checked, you were my junior.

Is that correct?

Good.

-SHE CLEARS THROAT

-Yep. Good.

Could you breathe into this for me, please?

So, how long have you and Hugh Grant been hooking up?

I like to think it's a little more serious than that.

Oh, you are actually together?

No wonder you're all hopeless at your jobs

if all you do is fornicate.

Your FEV1 is 70 and it should be 90.

I'll check with Mr Valentine and see how he'd like to proceed.

Yes, that's it. Run along to him indoors.

AMBULANCE SIREN BLARES

Can I just say, I am not crazy?

You made up a fake person.

You say, "Made up a fake person,"

I say, "Fashioned an interactive dating tool."

I was just trying to help Morven.

Have you got, like, a crush on her or something?

-No!

-Is that what you're...?

You saw how loved up she is. How'd you think she's going to feel

when she finds out it was me all along?

Angry? Embarrassed? Humiliated?

Yeah, all right. There's got to be a better way of telling her.

-Let her down gently.

-She's my mate.

-Oh, right, so what am I?

You are this close to being such a good, good person.

I won't say anything,

but only if you promise that this ends today.

So, what exactly did I say to Hanssen in this voicemail?

Must have been pretty important for you to have to say it at 3am.

You know, you're not that much fun to be around on a hangover?

Who knew your fall from grace would come so soon

after last week's enlightenment.

-Ollie...?

-I haven't fallen from grace.

-Have you got a minute?

-No, actually.

-It's important.

Yeah, what's up?

So, last night,

I didn't drink that much, but this morning,

I've been feeling...

Seriously, you're still talking about last night?

-Zosia, I've said sorry.

-No, you haven't.

But anyway, forget about that. I've...

-I've just been...

-I need Miss Wilson booked in for a CT.

Can you manage that without thinking of something to kick off about?

Calvin Jackson, 25,

fell through a plate glass window around 30 minutes ago.

Suspect some of the glass may still be in situ

and possible trauma to his carotid artery.

Resp rate high at 30. GCS 15, pulse 110, BP 135/80, sats 96%.

No head injury, but he's lost a lot of blood.

-It really hurts.

-I'm not surprised.

Right, let's take a look at this neck, shall we?

Morven, let's maintain the airway and get another line in.

Fluids and five of morphine, please.

Mr Jackson, you have a penetrating trauma to your neck

and a large haematoma,

but you appear to be maintaining your own airway for the time being.

We're going to run a couple of scans

and get a better look at what's going on, OK?

FBC, U&Es, LFT, group and save and clotting.

And let's get a CT as a matter of urgency, please, Fletch.

Where do you want me?

Accompany Ms Wolfe to CT, and do exactly as she tells you.

-Right, I will be back with the results shortly.

-OK.

Seriously, Dom, it's a hangover, you're not terminal.

Still no word from Parker?

Nothing yet.

I'm sure he'll turn up.

He's not a stray dog, Dom.

Mary, would you mind doing those, thank you?

-Hey.

-Hi.

-Wow! You look...

-Rough, yes, thank you,

and if you've come all the way down here just to tell me that

then you can kindly get stuffed.

What time did you crawl in?

I didn't actually make it home.

You didn't...?

Didn't what?

That guy from Albie's last night.

-He was all over you and Isaac.

-No, no.

I woke up alone, save for my self-loathing and several mangoes.

Don't ask.

Anyway, look, don't you have a stent to be fixing somewhere?

Dom, can I have quick word?

Sure, yes, fine, make it quick.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

I'm pregnant.

And this is good news...?

-Is it?

-Have you told Ollie?

-No.

-Well, you need to tell Ollie.

Ah, junior doctor hide-and-seek.

What a productive use of NHS resources.

So, if it's my turn later,

can I just give you a tiny hint as to where I might be?

My office.

Dr March, may we help you with anything here?

I was just asking Dom's advice on a patient.

Dr Copeland, you're needed.

Sorry.

Male, 32,

admitted with persistent vomiting and abdominal pain.

Melina and suspected drug overdose.

Can we get him an abdominal ultrasound

and a gastroscopy, please?

I'd like Mr Jackson prepped for his CT, please.

So, how're you feeling then, Mr Jackson?

Like I've been stabbed in the neck.

Can you remember what happened?

I...I slipped.

I tried to kill a moth and went through the window.

Hey, what's wrong with moths?

They're just butterflies with no make-up on.

Do you want us to call anyone for you? Family member? Partner?

Single pringle and ready to mingle.

Oh, but you've got a next of kin on file - Miss Notley?

We broke up. You best not call her.

She's not over it.

Well, it doesn't mean you shouldn't get back out there.

I did recently, and I've never felt this confident.

Are you asking me out?

Actually, I'm kind of spoken for, but I can get you some pain relief.

Fletch, can we get five milligrams of morphine, please? Thanks.

Well, this isn't at all embarrassing.

I really wasn't planning on getting that intoxicated.

Well, they say the best nights are unplanned.

At my age, though, I should know when to stop by now.

-So, did you go on somewhere else?

-Yeah.

Ended up at a house party. Shouldn't have mixed my drinks.

Like my mother used to say -

"Beer before liquor, you'll never be sicker."

And was it just drink?

Is that Sacha Levy?

Yeah, why? Do you know him?

Family friend. Used to live round the corner from us.

Pretty sure he was a gentleman caller, if you know what I mean.

-He mustn't see me.

-Sure, OK.

You do realise he is my superior.

Oh, now you act the choir boy.

OK, look, it would really help us

if you could tell me what you had taken?

This is a purely alcohol-related faux pas.

Right, OK. Well, we'll just wait until we get your results back,

and then they tend to pop them at the end of your bed just there...

for anyone to just pick up and read.

If it's OK with you, I'd just like to go home.

Well, congratulations, you're now Morven's girlfriend.

Obviously, I wasn't expecting that. I know I can be endearing...

She thinks she's in a relationship with you.

You're one step away from double dating Bernie and Serena.

So what am I supposed to do? Just stop messaging her?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, that will make her feel really good.

Well, break up with her, then.

Go down the whole "It's not you, it's me," route.

-No. Nathan wouldn't do that, he'd at least...

-He'd at least what?

You guys are talking about Nathan, yeah?

-Nath... Nathan? Oh, yeah.

-No.

-No, no. No, not your Nathan.

We were talking about Nate...

Oncology...

-Urology.

-Yes. Urology. Big fella with a funny walk

Oh, yeah, what about him?

It's funny, if you like, you know...

He was sending me suggestive Facebook messages

and I was saying that it was probably not him.

Yeah, I mean, I wouldn't have thought so,

I'm pretty sure he's gay.

-Well, I mean...I mean, I did actually say that...

-Yes, that...

This has gone too far.

Ah, Dr Copeland, how's Mr Aston?

Well, he's pumped full of enough chemicals to open a small pharmacy,

but he's improving with fluids and pain relief.

Well, well, and there's me thinking that recreational drug taking didn't

contain quite the same maverick sense of adventure it once did.

Where do you get this stuff from?

Oh, I write my own material, Dr Copeland.

Hey.

Hey. Guess who's been admitted?

-Len from Strictly?

-Ever the comedian.

No, the tweed jacket guy from last night.

I'm just glad I wasn't the one to go home with the most wasted medal.

Well, you came in a close second, I can assure you.

So, has he told you what happened?

No, he just said he went on to some house party.

-And he's stable?

-He is now.

Suspected overdose, persistent vomiting, abdo pain.

He's trying to convince me that it's not drug related.

So, a waste of resources, then?

Zosia did say that we spent quite a lot of time with him last night.

Speak for yourself. You took quite the shine to him.

Do I detect a hint of jealousy?

Hardly. I know where your loyalties lie.

Several bouts of nausea,

you keep avoiding eye contact with your significant other,

and you've just subconsciously rubbed your belly for

the fifth time in a row.

-You're pregnant.

-Calm down, Ally McBeal, you're wrong.

I'm guessing Lord Grantham is the father.

SHE COUGHS Just relax.

Take a deep breath and count to three.

One, two, three.

I don't envy you. Motherhood...

It's not for everyone.

Hard to manipulate a baby?

Or hard to love one.

It's a good thing you're way off the mark,

cos I told you, I'm not pregnant.

Mum's the word.

Miss Wilson, we've had all your results back now.

-It's not best news, I'm afraid.

-Will I require surgery?

Your heart function has reduced - it's less than 20%,

but without discussing the causes of your symptoms,

it's very hard to give you a full picture.

Now, there are less invasive forms of treatment...

That treat the symptoms but not the root cause?

I'm getting deja-vu.

Miss Wilson, have you stopped to consider what position you'd be in

had you not taken the surgical route in the first place?

That is not the point.

We could insert an intra-aortic balloon which would ease

the pressure on your heart and allow it to pump properly, but it is new.

-Are you all right?

-Fine, yeah.

You should have eaten a bigger breakfast,

especially if you're eating for...

Someone used all the milk, making a 4am carbonara

-when he finally came to.

-Excuse us.

-You don't look right.

-I told you, I'm fine.

You nearly fainted.

And you were vomiting until 7am, including that carbonara.

And now I am the vision of professionalism.

-You're sitting this one out.

-You're not serious?

We've had your bloods back.

I could lose my job over this.

I'm a security analyst for the MoD.

Cool, like a spy?

If a spy sits at a desk all day looking at lines of computer code.

I could lose my security clearance if this got out.

We just want to get to the bottom of what is causing your symptoms.

So, this party you went to?

It wasn't a party in the traditional sense.

I can look after myself.

We'll be back for your ultrasound.

What does he mean by parties?

It's called chemsex.

Like the whole keys in the bowl thing,

only with more drugs and men in underpants.

Pretty risky behaviour.

Yes, I know. Don't worry, I'm judging him for that, too.

My bad, Saint Dom.

Your CT has revealed there are still several glass fragments

close to your carotid artery.

We need to explore the injury,

remove any remaining fragments and suture any damage to the artery.

Why do you look so serious?

Exploratory surgery to the carotid artery

carries a mortality rate...

of 43%.

But you've done this before right?

100% success rate, I bet.

43%.

Hey, I'm a glass half-full kind of doctor.

That was a long time ago, though.

I haven't had a team in years.

I'll have you know,

in my day I was a bit of a dab hand on the old left wing.

Yeah, I'm sure you were.

What's that?

Oh, Mr Levy thinks we should enter the hospital football league again.

You in?

No, I'm... I prefer five-a-side and I don't like heading the ball.

Dom, a Mr Aston, is he one of yours?

Yeah, I booked him in this morning.

Poor bloke was in a right state.

He left his wallet down with us.

Look, well...

Hang on. Hang on. Hang on. Hang on. Here he is - bay one.

-What?

-Nothing.

-I know you.

-Hello, Mr Levy.

Jamie, what are you doing here?

Hey, how's your mum?

-She's good, yeah. Still going.

-Good.

This is Mr Garcia, he's the receptionist from the ED.

Yeah, I might actually give her a call.

You dropped this in reception.

You weren't looking too clever this morning.

Sorry, I must have looked a right idiot.

Hey, no need to apologise to me, my friend.

It was your mate I was annoyed with.

Dumping you in reception like that.

For a doctor, he should know better.

A doctor from this hospital?

Well, I didn't recognise him.

He just kept telling me his doctor friend was with him.

And then you threw up on my shoes and me trousers.

I had to borrow these.

Really, I'm sorry. What a mess.

No bother, people haven't been speaking down to me

half as much wearing these.

Can I get you anything while I'm here? Tea, coffee, paper?

Mr Jackson's notes don't add up.

The address that we've got on file for him and then the one that

the paramedics picked him from aren't the same,

so he wasn't at his house.

Sounds like one best left to The Hardy Boys, Dr Burrows.

Theatre should be ready in an hour,

so will you make sure Mr Jackson's prepped, please?

PHONE BEEPS

PHONE BEEPS

-Thanks.

-Thank you.

How's he doing?

He's improving.

Apparently, he was dumped outside the ED by a doctor.

Well, at least they got him here. Have you discharged him?

No, he needs a gastroscopy.

Look, this is a hangover.

They can do that as an outpatient procedure.

Were you with him last night?

As your superior, I'm making a recommendation.

Cut him loose now and free up a much-needed bed

or you can keep him here longer

and keep thinking up more fantastical versions

of what a horrible person I am.

-Hang on a minute...

-You left me last night, Dom, on my own, in town,

without even a text to say where you'd gone.

And, yet, today you seem intent on pinning some heinous crime on me.

Look... Look, you...

How is your positivity going?

Shall I stab you in the neck, see how plucky you feel?

The...the house that you had the accident in,

that's not the address that we've got on record for you.

Is it your house?

Are you saying I'm a criminal?

Oh! OK, a black man can't have two properties?

So it was your place?

No.

Breaking and entering is a criminal offence, Mr Jackson.

-Promise you won't judge?

-Cross my heart.

Blimey! You've got a face on!

Oh, really, what kind of a face?

Let's go with hungry or indigestion.

We're mates, right, Fletch?

Yeah, I'm your brother from another mother.

So, you would tell me if someone was playing games with me,

or messing me about, or something?

Of course.

How long have you known?

Known what?

That Jasmine is Nathan.

Sorry to interrupt, but it's Mr Jackson.

You've got to come and see this.

So, that guy who dumped you in the ED...

Just a guy from the party.

That's pretty heartless.

Or pragmatic. He saved himself a lot of awkward questions.

So, could you actually lose your job over this?

When I first started, they asked me about my sexual history,

whether I'd taken any drugs in the past.

Why? Is everyone in your line of work squeaky clean?

Not by a long shot.

More an exercise in honesty, I guess.

Or they just wanted to drum into any new recruits

that secrets make us vulnerable.

-How so?

-Try talking to a man with a gun about

the contents of your internet history.

Bought your paper.

I've mucked up the crossword already,

so I wouldn't bother with that.

Hold on.

The doctor the dumped him on the floor.

That's him.

-What is it?

-A fish.

Funny. I mean, what kind of fish is it?

I think it's a red porgy.

I like a low-maintenance pet.

OK, but why was it in your pocket?

Mr Jackson was trying to get into his ex-girlfriend's house.

She has a fish tank by her window.

Last thing I remember as I bled out

was seeing a catfish just flapping under the sofa.

It was a massacre.

But why take this one?

Because it's her favourite.

I didn't want her to see Kevin like this.

SHE CHUCKLES

It's not funny. What am I going to do?

I'd keep this one under your hat.

How long were you with your girlfriend, Mr Jackson?

Three years and five months.

Don't you think she deserves to know what happened?

I'll never live it down.

-The lads, if they hear about this...

-Yeah, but what about her?

You know, if you're honest, she might still forgive you.

Morv, he wiped out her fish.

Right now you need to concentrate on your health, not a confessional.

Look out for number one.

Or the longer you leave it, the worse it will be.

'Fine.'

I found him outside the main building,

dribbling vomit all down his shirt.

-And you just found him?

-Yes.

Look, I helped him inside,

made sure he had adequate assistance before coming straight up here.

I was running late already, remember?

No. No, that's not what happened.

I bet you watch a lot of detective films, don't you, Mr Garcia?

-Are you saying I'm a liar?

-No, I'm saying you were mistaken.

If you're questioning my abilities as a receptionist...

-No-one is doing that, Noel.

-Hey, I take my job very seriously.

I don't doubt that...

Then you'll believe me when I say I know what I saw.

Thought you saw.

Well, you would lie about it, wouldn't you?

He said that you were the reason he got so messed up in the first...

place.

I should... I should probably get back to work.

So, are you going to tell me what really happened?

So, the balloon, it's... Well, it's made of polyethylene.

It's mounted on the end of a catheter

and we insert it into the aorta...

Are you financially equipped to start a family, Mr Valentine?

Ah...

OK, I'll be back once I can get a theatre slot. Good?

Enjoying yourself?

-I'm thinking of your best interests.

-You shouldn't.

Ollie, can I...?

Zosh, sorry, can we try and have at least one conversation today

without trading passive aggressive insults with one another?

Calm down, I come with a little white flag.

Are you OK?

-Absolutely fine.

-Good.

So, Hanssen signed off on the intra-aortic balloon, then?

He did...

so get scrubbed in.

Actually, Ollie, could I...talk...?

Look, we used to go out. Not even that, it was just casual.

But why didn't you just say that in Albie's?

"Oh, hello, lovely boyfriend, you see that guy over there?

-"We used to date."

-I wouldn't have cared.

OK, let's say you did just find him outside,

it's a little farfetched, but we'll go with it.

Why didn't you just stay with him?

Because I wasn't exactly "just drunk" last night either.

Well, I still don't understand why you can't just confess.

I mean, there was no proof,

it's out of hours, and it hasn't affected your practice.

What do you think the chances were of us having to

treat him this morning? Pretty slim, correct?

But instead of thinking,

"Oh, wow, this could really hurt Isaac's career,"

you'd rather take the opinion of some jumped-up receptionist?

That is not what I'm doing!

You can help me get rid of him, Dominic.

I really don't understand why you won't.

Somehow, you always make everything about you.

Breathing's a bit tight, doc.

Right, there we go.

I've decided, I'm not going to tell her.

If my mates find out I nearly died

from head butting my ex's fish tank...they'll just... They'll...

What were you doing there?

She's back tomorrow. I hid some stuff. Rose petals, candles...

I was going to cook her dinner.

Waiting in your ex's house in the dark?

-That's a bit sinister.

-I was going for romantic.

Most would say borderline stalker behaviour,

but you had the best of intentions.

MACHINE BEEPS

OK, we need to get him intubated.

Morven, can I get 1.5 of ketamine and 100mg of sux?

Everything all right with you two?

Guessing I'm the villain of the piece.

Neither of you come out of this glowing.

Essie, would you mind getting me Mr Aston's outpatient info, please?

-Does Hanssen know he's being discharged?

-Yes.

I really am sorry...

..if I've caused any trouble.

In we go.

OK.

Be careful of the neck.

OK, pass me the ET tube, please. Thank you.

OK, tube is going in.

There we go.

Just take your time.

OK, and I'm in. Inflate the cuff.

-Yep.

-Crike off and let's get him a propofol infusion.

Did you do this?

No, this was Dr Burrows' handiwork.

Sorry, he went into respiratory arrest.

Well, you'd better scrub in as well, Dr Burrows.

Think we've got room for one more.

Right, let's get him to theatre.

I assume you've taken care of things.

He's been discharged.

-Happy?

-Good.

Then perhaps we can start putting today behind us.

Well, as long as you're willing to take on

the might of the ED reception desk.

Surely you can convince a receptionist to bend to your will.

Dr Burrows, would you like to start?

You want me to open his neck?

I'm here, I'll make sure nothing goes wrong.

Scalpel, please.

Nicely done. Suction, please.

Bleeding's slowing down.

So, the lad was trying to break into his ex's house?

Yeah, to cook her a candlelit dinner.

I think it might take more than that...

after the way he's treated her.

AMBULANCE SIREN BLARES

Hey. Mr Levy on the left wing?

Better off left back...

in changing room.

That's not why I asked to see you.

Right. So, then this is about your boyfriend.

I believe him.

Then you must have a very strong relationship.

Look, this whole thing goes no further than the three of us, OK?

Dr Copeland, he seriously jeopardised the safety of a patient.

According to your version of events.

What is it with everyone today trying to besmirch me good name?

Mr Garcia, I hope that the ED isn't so overstretched

they've got you putting in chest drains.

No, Mr Hanssen. Not after last time.

That's what I like to hear. Gentlemen.

What he did was wrong.

This could ruin him.

Isaac is a good doctor.

The ED's full of good doctors, and none of them would do this.

If I even hear a whisper of a rumour

that he's thought about doing something else,

I'm going to go to Mr Hanssen.

What are you, Batman?

I'm the hero that Holby deserves,

but clearly not the one it needs right now.

PHONE RINGS

Hi. Louise. Yes, yes, I'm coming now!

You're still here?

Hard to get a taxi when you can't stop vomiting.

Look, I think maybe we should get you back inside.

Oh!

OK. Guys, can somebody give me a hand here, please?

HE RETCHES

Get him into bay four.

So, Dr Copeland, what did the gastroscopy suggest?

I see.

Mr Mayfield, will you take over Mr Aston's care for

-the time being, please.

-Got it.

-Thank you.

Essie, let's get him some saline,

another ten milligrams of morphine and book him in for a CT.

A minute of your time, Dr Copeland.

-100.

-I'm just going to feel your abdomen, OK?

So, the patient's FBC shows a raised white cell count,

his CRP is raised at 35, but his albumin is on the floor at 26.

At what point did you determine that this patient was fit for discharge?

The way he was improving with fluids.

I am the consultant in charge of his care, am I not?

I'm sorry.

I don't know what I was thinking.

Well, the worrying thing is I don't believe you were thinking at all.

OK, that's cannulated the femoral artery.

Do you think she's serious about bringing a case against Matteo?

I'd focus on making sure she doesn't bring one against you.

Ready to inflate?

MACHINE BEEPS

Sats are dropping. She's in VF.

OK, stop the balloon. Charge the defib pads to 100, please.

-You good?

-Yeah, we've got this.

Charging. Clear. Shock.

She's back in sinus rhythm.

-Well, I had every faith in you, Mr Valentine.

-Thank you, Dr March.

Ready to re-inflate?

Let's stitch it in. Thank you, nurse.

Let's hope she wasn't awake for any of that.

Thank you.

So, your CT confirms that you have Boerhaave syndrome, Mr Aston.

It is the term we use for the rupturing of the oesophageal wall,

usually caused by excessive vomiting.

My mother always said I had a weak stomach.

This is a little bit more severe than a weak stomach, Jamie.

Your CT shows that you have a large collection on the left side

of your diaphragm, and you're going to need a thing called

a thoracoscopic wash-out to remove it.

Would you like me to call your mum?

Any excuse, Mr Levy.

I'm 32, she doesn't need the worry.

The fact that you are here under our care, Mr Aston,

seems to suggest otherwise.

Dr Copeland, would you have the patient prepped

and made ready for theatre, please?

You will be assisting Mr Mayfield with the surgery.

But I thought...

You will follow Mr Mayfield's instructions to the letter

and then you can find me in my office.

I need to know whether I'm wasting my time or not.

How about I tell you how I met Isaac?

Online.

Less than 600m away, according to my phone.

He introduced me to everything.

The scene, the parties, the chems.

He used to text me whenever there was a party going on.

That sounds like Isaac.

Just like he did last night.

Look, I know how bad this looks on paper,

and I was just trying to help.

Things got out of hand.

As long as you got a good laugh out of it.

That's the main point, eh?

You know I wouldn't do that.

Why did you do it?

I told you, I was just trying to help.

Jasmine, the things you said to me.

-The things you got me to say to you...

-Yeah, I'm sorry.

And the worst thing is I don't think you realise that what you did

-is even that bad.

-I'm not stupid.

No, you're right. You're not stupid.

You're worse.

You're a liar, Jasmine.

A liar, with the ability to turn every relationship you make

into something toxic.

First your sister, then Ric,

then Serena, then me.

No wonder nobody can work with you for more than five minutes.

I think you've got some real deep issues

that you need to think about, Jasmine.

It's not normal.

Ah, Dr Burrows.

I hear from Ms Wolfe you carried out a tricky intubation today.

Just doing my job.

Don't sell yourself short. Credit where credit's due.

He was in our flat when he OD'd, wasn't he?

The ramifications of this will be far more serious for me

than they will be for you.

You're still in training.

This is how we learn.

Well, that's beginning to resemble an actual chest cavity.

Let's introduce the dye now, please.

The dye will identify the tear.

There it is.

Well, would you like to do the honours?

You might as well take something positive from today.

There you go.

Nice and steady.

So, you share my fondness for restricted areas, I see.

From above or below, they offer a useful point of view on the world.

Is everything all right with you, Dr March?

Yes, I just needed some fresh air.

Nothing to do with a certain Miss Wilson?

Mr Rossini has appraised me of that situation.

She is a force to be reckoned with, but no.

If you feel that would you ever like my council...

..you only have to ask.

Thank you.

But I think I need to deal with this one alone.

There's no shame in trusting one's own judgment.

Without consultation?

Well, often only we ourselves know what is

the best course of action to take.

I want you to move out.

I can work with you,

I can be civil with you, but I can't live with you.

Not until you get some help.

But we're still mates, though?

Of course. Always.

Not only did you see fit to discharge a patient before

he had a full medical investigation, you also lied to a senior nurse.

-I know it looks...

-Mistakes should never be seen as a failure.

I know, and I am sorry.

Nevertheless, I understand you have some leave to take.

You're suspending me?

This... This isn't a suspension.

Well, can you give me a satisfactory answer

behind your decision-making today?

No.

Well, we will review your training

and support systems upon your return.

Come on, he must have said something?

Oh, no, I didn't sing, did I?

If only you could handle your booze.

Well, you'll be pleased to know that your surgery went well.

My heart going into ventricular fibrillation

is what you call surgery going well?

Bedtime reading.

So, that's two medical lawsuits.

I've been meaning to get a new kitchen.

We're trying to help you.

What do you get out of being like this?

That depends on how good their defence teams are.

I'm a lawyer and a psychopath.

That's either a dream combination or your worst nightmare,

depending what side you're on.

And on what side would you place me, Miss Wilson?

Henrik Hanssen, CEO,

and I understand you wish to make a complaint against one of my staff.

Against two of your staff.

You do recall signing consent forms ahead of both your procedures,

-do you?

-I do.

I don't recall consenting to chronic malpractice, however.

The fact that you have repeatedly sought diagnosis for conditions

you already knew you had, combined with your, let's say,

"cavalier" attitude towards surgery would deter even the most

eager of solicitors, I should think.

You don't know that.

Yes, but are you willing to take the risk?

I look forward to receiving correspondence from your solicitors.

Ah, Mr Hanssen, might have accidentally called you last night.

Do you know who was number one in the popular music charts

for three weeks in June, 1997?

No idea. Nope.

A certain American pop combo who go by the name of Hanson.

Apparently you thought the middle of the night

was a good time to instruct me in their music.

I am so sorry.

Next time you choose to wake me at an ungodly hour,

could you serenade me with lyrics

that are a little more profound than MMMBop?

Why did you let me call him?

Once I got in, you were an unstoppable force of nature,

how could I?

Plus, it was pretty hilarious.

Was there something you wanted to talk to me about?

No. Nothing.

Except I do want to know if you fancy a takeaway tonight?

So, you're saying that you don't want to try

-my semi-skimmed carbonara?

-No, definitely not.

Come on.

Well, I might make the carbonara and you can...

Dr Copeland.

He told me you'd only been seeing each other a few weeks.

That it was all above board.

I thought you were meant to be smart.

You're not much younger than I am, I guess?

You still remember what coming out was like?

We've all been through it.

I haven't.

Intimacy is something we learn as a child, correct?

I suppose.

Well, I never turned up to that class.

I spent so much of my life hiding, keeping everything private.

You know what they say about old habits?

Try applying that level of intimacy in a world where you have an app

telling you where the nearest good time is.

In that case, I feel sorry for you.

I really do.

Good luck with your recovery, Mr Aston.

Dom!

What happened?

What's he done?

What hasn't he done?

-Is it worth it, feeling like this?

-I hope so.

And this agreement that you two have,

I've been thinking about it and it is not right for you.

-You're not happy, Dom.

-It's not as simple as that.

Dominic Copeland should be more than enough for one person to handle.

If he loves you, he'll understand that.

Understand what?

I'll see you at home.

What have you done?

Call off the attack dogs, everything's fine.

I'll be in Albie's later, if you fancy a shot.

You're not going to go after him?

I've had partners with interfering friends before,

but you are something else.

He doesn't need you butting in every time we have a fight.

Oh, I'll be butting in...

every single time.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

CAR HORN BLARES

I've decided to go and stay at my mum's.

Unless you are willing to tell me the truth.

Look at me.

I'm a mess.

I was just so upset that you'd gone off without me last night.

I don't want to lose you, Dominic.

I will tell Hanssen the truth about everything.

CAR HORN BLARES

You could be struck off.

I don't want this any more.

The nights out. The...the other men.

I only want you.

CAR HORN BLARES

I just want to be normal.

I want a normal relationship, with my normal boyfriend.

I can do normal.

Tell me we're good?