Past Imperfect Holby City

-Artie!

-Hello, my friend.

-He left you his winnings, Fletch.

It's a lot of money.

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

-No, I see that.

What you do about it is out of my...

It just goes to show that some people aren't always what they seem.

And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you?

Chernik? Artem Chernik's daughter?

She's the heartless cow that wouldn't

come and see her dad on his deathbed.

Hey.

I don't need help and there is nothing wrong.

-Isaac and I are fine.

-I wish I could believe that.

I love you, Dom.

No, you don't.

The car-boot sale's that way.

Oh...they're photo booth props.

And why exactly do we need these in a hospital?

I'm helping at the event at Albie's. Hashtag "show us your Holby selfie".

Never heard of it.

It's a fundraiser for new equipment across the whole hospital.

You're more than welcome to come along.

Oh, no, no, no. I have plans.

Oh, you washing McHottie's hair, are you?

You could always bring him.

And have the whole hospital speculate on my relationship status?

I don't think so.

Oh, another cosy night in then.

You'll be snuggled up in his and hers onesies before you know it.

If I ever own a onesie,

you have permission to put me out of my misery.

You're not objecting to the snuggling though.

Oh, you're coming tonight, aren't you?

Yeah, why not? And this...

this year I can afford to pay for a round.

OK, I think that's it. I's dotted. T's crossed.

"Chest Wall Trauma: Coordinating management of rib fractures

"and other injuries during trauma response". Nice font.

-You think it's a terrible idea.

-I think it is a brilliant idea.

Jac can't fail to be impressed by how much work you've put in.

Just one more read-through...

Don't, leave it. Pitch it before you lose your nerve.

Matteo's coming back from Easter break today,

so, you never know, Jac might even be in a good mood.

And afterwards, we can celebrate.

My eyes are on the prize.

-OK, just quickly.

-OK. That's all right. Here.

-Right.

-OK?

-Now.

-Smile.

-Do it.

OK, no, a bit higher.

It's accentuating your jowls. Put your chin down.

-I haven't got any...jowls.

-Just put it down. Smile?

You didn't think those boyish good looks would last forever,

-did you, Valentine?

-Jac.

-Busy, I see.

-Yes, actually I'm working on...

This is a place of work.

I just knew it was too much to expect her to...

be in a...good mood.

-Very fetching.

-Well, I thought I need to

look the part now I'm moving up in the world.

So it went well then? With the mortgage advisor.

Yeah, full steam ahead.

Looks like the Milky Bars are on me for once. Albie's tonight?

-Look, I'm really pleased for you, mate...

-But?

Don't you think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself?

Here we go.

Artem's daughter, from what you said, it sounded like she was

dead-set on going after that money that he left you.

Do you know what, that's nothing but hot air.

I haven't seen sight nor sound of her

since she turned up here last week so...

You were saying?

I just want to put all of this behind me

and sign my statement for the police and move on.

Your ribs need time to heal,

and your haematoma needs to be reabsorbed.

I feel fine. I've had worse hangovers.

You feel fine because you're on morphine.

-You're going to be OK?

-Yeah.

-Good man.

Mint Imperial?

You look like you need one.

Well, did you miss me?

It's been three days.

Three days of boredom, loneliness, pining.

I managed to distract myself with the odd surgery.

But no passion. No moonlight. Nothing to make your heart race.

Oh, nothing makes my heart race like open-heart surgery -

I thought you knew that.

-That is exactly why you need a holiday.

-A what?

While I was away, I missed you.

It made me realise what I really want is to be with you.

Oh, and here we are. Dreams can come true.

Not here. I have a few days off at the end of the week.

I saw in the diary that you do too.

Let me take you out tonight, we can discuss our fantasy destinations.

My fantasy destination is already booked for those dates, thank you.

Tutto solo?

I'm going to the Thoracic Surgery Conference in Copenhagen.

Ah, there we go. My heart is racing already.

Should I be worried?

Hardly. He's in for a tricuspid repair.

But in a couple of hours, that man's heart will be in my hand,

what could be more thrilling than that?

I'm sure I can think of something. At least think about it.

And while you do, here, an Easter gift.

I haven't been into the Easter Bunny since I experienced

myxomatosis up close.

Shame, you'd make an adorable bunny girl.

You might even find a treat in the basket.

One for you.

New girl. Thought I'd better get me feet under the table.

Aw, thank you. That's really sweet of you. Cheers.

And, of course, Nurse Fletcher.

I wouldn't want to miss you out, would I?

You can add it to what you owe me.

-You're not serious?

-Deadly.

You're going to be seeing a lot more of me around here until I get

what's rightfully mine. Enjoy your drinks.

Well, at least it's good coffee.

Sorry.

I'm not going to take it, I'm going to talk to Bernie.

What, and say what? You're the one

who recommended her in the first place.

Yeah, but I didn't know who she was then, did I?

Look, she hasn't done proper nursing in years.

She probably doesn't know her appendix from her elbow.

So she's going to slip up and when she does - bang - off the ward.

Oh, Fletch, I've been meaning to say thank you for recommending

Nurse Somers. She's an absolute marvel.

Well, a couple of caramel lattes doesn't make her

a great nurse though, does it?

No, but she's already got the obs

and admissions statements up to date.

Most agency nurses don't even know where the bedpans are.

Oh, it's not a problem for you, is it, her being here?

No. Professional to the core. You know me, Major.

VOMITING

If she thinks she can get to me on me own turf,

she's got another think coming.

Nurse Somers, when you've got a minute...

We've got a vomiter in bed seven.

And seeing as though you're so keen to impress, all yours.

VOMITING

I'd leave your coffee here, though, if I was you.

Needs a bit of sugar.

MUSIC: Tilted by Christine And The Queens

MOBILE ALERT TONE

Anything good?

Sorry?

-Are you listening to anything good?

-Yeah, I was.

Well, you wouldn't know them.

-Try me.

-OK, Christine And The Queens.

Ooh, I love a bit of Christine, me.

# But I'm actually good Can't help it if we're tilted... #

You see, it's just got the perfect rhythm for the hip-lock walk down.

-The hip-lock what now?

-It's a pole fit routine.

You are probably looking at the oldest pole fit dancer to

master the arms only climb straddle.

Took it up on my 70th birthday.

I don't even know where to begin with this conversation.

# Hey, Mr Policeman I don't want no trouble

# Just want to drop my jiggling down to the floor. #

Well, that definitely doesn't sound like Christine And The Queens.

No, it's timely though.

Right. Is it possible if you could come back later on?

Look, I know he's keen to get things moving so...

-Good morning, Gaz.

-It's Gareth, these days.

My new man says Gaz makes me sound like an out of work trucker

-with athlete's foot and sweaty...

-Right. Gareth, it is.

It's all part of my transformation, see?

Him indoors took me to get my colours done.

All those years in black T-shirts when apparently I'm a warm spring.

What you're experiencing is known as tricuspid valve regurgitation.

It's the reason you're having breathlessness and palpitations.

The operation should alleviate those symptoms.

And the sleep apnoea - will it cure that as well?

Well, not necessarily. I thought your sleep apnoea was under control?

-Sorry to interrupt.

-Can we help you?

I just wanted to pass on Mr Shah's results.

Thank you. I'll take a look.

And while I'm here, that other matter...

did you look at the documents I gave you?

No, I haven't had a chance yet.

Overworked. I have a solution for that.

The ideal solution would be you leaving me alone to do my job.

Message received and understood.

Ms Naylor is very much in demand. You're lucky to have her.

What do I have to do to get his hands on me?

Oh... I'm not sure you're... his type.

Oh, well, a man can dream.

Ms Naylor however might not have to.

I could practically feel the sparks.

We're going to need to run some tests.

Is it rejection you're afraid of?

Because you're a very beautiful woman.

Should we... get back to the matter at hand?

Although, have you thought about getting your colours done?

I bet there's a hot summer hiding under that winter there somewhere.

Dr Digby? Our upper leg laceration.

It's all right, Ben, you're going to be fine.

OK, he's losing a lot of blood.

Let's push fluids please and let's get him straight to theatre.

Yeah, BP's 90/60. Pulse 120.

-Are you Mikey's dad?

-Alfie's dad, right?

I thought I recognised you but I got distracted by your leg.

-What happened?

-I fell - on my bike. I say fell.

Some clown drove me off the road. He'll regret that.

I got his reg plates. There'll be a price to pay.

Yeah, don't worry about that, the police will handle it.

Well, it's hardly a priority, is it? School run, there's kids everywhere.

What kind of an idiot like that

-drives near a school?

-Try to stay calm.

You're not going to tell my ex, are you?

She usually has the kids during the week.

I don't want her to think I can't get them

to school without getting mowed down.

Anyone else you want me to call?

No, just patch me up and get me back out there.

I've got stuff to get done. In fact...

No, none of that stuff matters more than your health.

Your health doesn't matter if you can't earn a living.

Actually, I've got clients who need me!

All right, let's stay calm.

Right, you are losing lots of blood.

Your blood pressure is dangerously low.

If you don't settle down and let Dr Digby do her job, then you

won't need to earn a living, because you won't be living, do you get me?

-Are we good?

-We're good.

-Right, can we get IV antibiotics as well, please?

-On it.

Most agency nurses, they...

they crumble at the first sign of a troublemaker.

Well, it don't take a genius.

You know even the friendliest of pooches get grouchy

with a thorn in their paw.

Oh, no, he's more like a pit bull. He's a claims lawyer.

Yeah, well, whoever he is, I can hold my own. Ta.

Suit yourself. That's what you want.

It's too short notice. I need time to organise...

All right, I'll get there.

-Ms Naylor.

-Oh, I was just about to ring you.

Tell me, what do you think of when I say Copenhagen?

Pastry. Mermaids.

Wrong.

It should be the International Thoracic Surgery Conference.

Ah. A bit above my pay grade, I'm afraid.

I'd have to sell a kidney to get there.

I have a spare place.

-You want me to go with you?

-No, I'm unable to attend.

-So you want me to go with Matteo?

-Mr Rossini won't be there either.

What? Why on earth not?

Look, if you can't handle

representing the hospital, just say so.

No, No, I... I can handle it. I'd love to come.

-It's just that...

-Great, that's settled then.

OK. Actually, sorry, while I'm here,

I just wondered if you had a moment to hear my proposal.

I don't have the time right now. And neither do you.

You need to get preparing for Copenhagen.

Obviously I've booked the sessions according to my own

-preferences but I look forward to your detailed notes.

-Good.

Won't be the same at this fundraiser without you.

Remember the last one when you were twerking at the bar?

I knew he was a wild one. The police were after him earlier.

-How'd it go?

-Pretended to be asleep.

I didn't pretend.

It's...it's fine, they'll be back in a little bit.

Well, I'll go and see if they're still around.

Hello!

How are you?

I am so sick of being asked that every hour.

Well, they do say doctors make the worst patients.

You never said you were a doctor.

Zosia, Joan. Joan, Zosia.

I thought this might cheer you up.

-Gee, thanks.

-They're meant to be ironic.

Look, I could really do with getting out of here for a minute.

-You're supposed to be resting.

-Please.

So all I have to do now is dig out my Mickey Mouse ears.

What? What's embarrassing about that? I know. Look, I've gotta go.

-I love you too, darling, bye.

-Good news?

Just been booking our summer holiday.

Ooh, lovely. Where are you going?

France, would you believe? It's all Evie's idea.

She's gone a bit "ooh, la-la" lately.

I reckon it's cos she fancies some lad in her French class.

So we're going to do a bit of beach, then Disneyland.

It's going to be like every holiday they missed out on,

all rolled into one.

Super! La France est tres, tres belle.

Yeah, OK... Looks like I'm going to need to get a phrase book.

-How's Ben Francis getting on?

-I'm just about to do his obs.

Looks like Nurse Somers has it covered.

She has quite the bedside manner, hasn't she?

That's one way to put it.

It's Casablanca.

He shouldn't be contacting you. Have you told the police?

No, I haven't spoken to the police.

Well, why not? Aren't you meant to be doing your statement today?

Don't tell me you're having second thoughts.

Maybe this is his way of... apologising.

This is no apology.

If I press charges, he will more than likely end up going to prison.

No matter what went on between us, I...

He loved me once.

That wasn't love, Dom. He's manipulating you.

Surely you can see that?

Wait. Dom.

Thank you for the tea. I'll... make my own way back up.

-I won't be taking any beginner routes.

-I'm sorry?

And if you can't keep up,

-I'll meet you in the bar at the end of the ride.

-I don't follow.

I haven't been away for a long time but I'm fairly confident

Oliver won't damage the hospital's reputation if I send him to

Copenhagen in my place.

-I can't.

-I'm sorry?

Those dates, they're no longer convenient.

-What?

-It's Berlin.

-Berlin?

-My old flat.

There have been some complications with the lease

and I have to go and sort it out.

And this has to happen in person straight away?

We can do the biking trip another time. Are you angry?

No, I'm not angry.

-Disappointed?

-Irritated.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to miss out on Copenhagen.

I won't be missing anything.

So we're going to start at this little self-catering place.

Which apparently isn't an apartment, it's a "geet".

Ah, I think you'll find it's called a gite.

Sorry, this is a private conversation.

-Oh, don't mind me, I just wanted to give you this.

-What is it?

It's a pre-action letter from my legal advisor - setting out

how we intend to go about contesting Artem's will.

-It's pretty self-explanatory.

-What's going on?

Oh, I'm sorry. If you've got any questions,

-you'd be better off asking my legal counsel.

-Him? Seriously?

He's a pit bull - or so I'm told.

-Why are you doing this?

-Artem owes me.

He told me he took care of you.

All right, he won big

and that was to take you through university and stuff.

Oh, I'm sure he had plenty to say about the ups.

Not so chatty about the downs, I bet.

I know your old man wasn't perfect, OK? But I'm just...

Look, our whole lives were sold to pay off his debt.

Our house, everything. Do you know how humiliating that was?

How frightening?

My so-called dad didn't provide for me when he was alive,

the least he can do is provide for me now.

KNOCK AT DOOR

You can stop the grovelling. It doesn't suit you.

-So? Shall I take this back?

-I didn't say I didn't want it.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, sorry.

Yes. Yes. I have already said.

HE SPEAKS GERMAN

Something the matter?

It's nothing. An old colleague.

From the team you worked with in Berlin?

He's a friend living in the flat. He left me in the lurch. No storage.

Oh, you didn't mention him before.

There's always been something more interesting.

-We're at work.

-In a private office.

I have an operation to prep.

Tonight then?

We'll see.

I live in hope.

Alfie! Get out the road. He's going to get killed! Move!

Easy there, eh?

All right, all right. You're in hospital, remember?

OK, you've had an operation.

There was an accident. But you're OK and nobody else was hurt.

Sorry, I got a bit confused.

Heart rate's a bit high.

Don't worry, though. It won't be a regular occurrence.

I'll be sharp as a pin when you need me.

-See that?

-Just a reaction to the morphine.

Maybe.

Right, well, we're going to let you get some rest. Right.

Elevated heart rate, skin rash, something doesn't add up.

I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to undermine him.

Ben's warned me about the tricks people play just to

try and wriggle out of a claim.

-Is everything OK?

-Ben Francis.

Just tried to get out of bed. He's agitated, confused.

Elevated heart rate, skin rash...

But it just looks like a simple reaction to the morphine to me.

Well, let's get him a prescription for chlorpheniamine,

see if the rash clears up.

And as for the other symptoms,

-let's keep him under close observations, all right?

-OK.

Gareth Jensen's theatre slot's booked.

Excellent. At least he can't talk while he's under anaesthetic.

Actually there's a fascinating presentation on heart surgery

without general anaesthesia in Copenhagen,

although obviously the Berlin research will be the highlight.

Matteo's old team? I didn't know they were presenting.

-Oh, it was a late addition to the schedule, I think.

-How late?

Added today, I think. Plenty of buzz about it on social media.

Do you know the title of the research?

I can find the link for you.

PHONE RINGS

You need to answer that.

It's not me. It's...

PHONE CONTINUES TO RING

Matteo must have left his phone here earlier.

I can call him for you if you want.

No. I can take this...in private.

Hello? This is Mr Rossini's phone. This is Ms Naylor.

I... I can't hear...

It's a very bad line.

Hello? No, I can't... Hello?

Hello?

Mrs Compton, I've reviewed your ultrasound scan

and I'm satisfied that there is a reducible hernia.

So we're going to treat it conservatively.

I don't want to manage the hernia symptoms.

I want to get rid of them.

Dr Copeland?

Joan might have asked if I would take a look at her case...

Oh, she did, did she?

Look, Mr Levy, how often do we have to tell patients to keep active?

And here we have a patient who wants to keep active.

If we do the operation laparoscopically, this allows

her to just do that.

You know you'll need to give your body full time to recover

-before you return to fitness.

-Is that a yes?

I do have a cancellation this afternoon.

But only if you're absolutely sure this is what you want?

-Absolutely.

-All right. OK.

Thank you.

If you'll excuse me...

Any questions at all, any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

All right?

Mum!

Imogen. What are you doing here?

I went round to your place to drop off your knitting magazines.

I was panicking when you weren't there.

And then Rita from next door said you were in hospital,

she said something about it being routine,

but there was nothing on the shared calendar...

I... I must have forgotten.

Is that what this is about - the forgetfulness?

Because this isn't the first time

you've forgotten to tell me where you are.

-I...I know, but...

-OK, then, your blood pressure?

You've got to let me come in with you the next time you see your GP.

I'm not having them bamboozle you again like this.

It's not like that.

-Mr Rossini?

-Yes?

Sign here, please.

-Consultants' office - thank you.

-Cheers.

-You left this in my office.

-Thank you.

It rang.

-And you answered?

-It was a Berlin number.

-And as this flat situation is so urgent...

-Was there any message?

It was a bad line.

Oliver tells me your old team are presenting in Copenhagen.

Are you accusing me of something?

Just as we're making a breakthrough with the Digby stent,

a Berlin research team swoop in and steal the glory.

Sound familiar?

You think I've been sharing our research with my old colleagues?

Why would I do that?

History has a habit of repeating itself.

At the time, I had

no idea that the research information was confidential.

It was Guy Self who betrayed you, not me.

This stent development is my work.

Why would I give it away to Berlin?

Conversations in German, sudden changes to your schedule.

What am I supposed to think?

Ring Deiter yourself if you don't believe me.

I've been packing up my old life.

Those phone calls today - that was the end of it, no more Berlin.

I'm committed to Holby. Absolutely. Professionally and...

otherwise.

What you said earlier about Artem and how things were when

you were younger, I didn't realise.

Can you not even have a cappuccino around here without somebody

splurging their emotional baggage all over the table?

I just wanted to chat to you person to person

without all that lawyer nonsense.

I've got a right to legal representation.

Yeah, but does it really have to be him?

He's as dodgy as they come.

You're grieving and he's preying on it.

Yeah, well, it's hard to grieve a man who hurt me like he did.

You honestly think that that money's going to fix it?

-Call it reparations.

-Fine.

-What?

-Have it.

Just like that?

If you think that that money is going to make you forget what

happened between you and Artem,

then, yeah, you should have the money.

I mean, I know as well as anyone, that families are...tricky.

And if that money is what you need to move on,

then who am I to stop you?

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Just...come back to work and concentrate on being a nurse.

-Mr Valentine - a word, please.

-Everything all right?

It's about Copenhagen. I don't think you should go.

-What?

-I've taken a look at your proposal.

-Oh, you have...thank you.

-It has potential.

I can see how a closer relationship between cardiothoracics and

the trauma team could reap rewards.

But it's going to take a lot more work if we're going to convince

-Hanssen to take it seriously.

-We?

So, I've decided your time would be better spent developing the idea.

-Ah, well...

-No need to thank me.

Do you really think his proposal has merit?

-Or do you just want back in on Copenhagen?

-A bit of both.

Why? My being in Copenhagen isn't a problem for you, is it?

Why would it be?

-He's using.

-Are you sure?

Skin rash. Dizziness. Increased heart rate.

Hallucinations. Hand tremors.

Zhenamil. Yeah, that could fit.

Students use it to bone up before a big exam.

Right then. One thing for it.

Fletch. Fletch. Are you sure you want to do this?

-Yep.

-What's going on?

Earlier, I noticed that your hand was shaking.

Do you want to tell me about it?

This is harassment. Is it the case, because you know we're going to win?

-Well...

-No, no, no, this isn't about that. He's agreed to settle.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

Can we get back to the hand tremors, please?

It's nothing. They just happen every so often.

-So why didn't you mention it?

-So who's the lawyer here?

And the rash, that's not from the morphine

-because you had that already.

-So?

So, how did you lose control of your bike?

I told you, some idiot.

-Did you cause that accident because you were high?

-I'm not a junkie.

So what would you call it then?

I just take some pills to stay awake, that's all.

Because I've got to keep on it.

Because I've got some clients who rely on me.

You're delusional. I mean, how important do you think you are?

You convince vulnerable people that

a wad of money's going to sort out all their problems.

You are a professional stirrer and you think that's worth

getting high for?

Driving dangerously, putting your life at risk

and everyone else's around you?

Nurse Fletcher, that is enough.

Gareth's scans. Shouldn't be any nasty surprises when we open him up.

He's a man who takes pride in his appearance, wouldn't you say?

A mini thoracotomy would afford sufficient access to the valve,

without the same degree of scarring.

Our job is to save his life, his vanity is his own business.

If slightly above average pectoral muscles is the summit of his

achievements, that is not my problem.

The operation remains the same whichever way you access the heart.

I could do it with a mini thoracotomy. I know I could.

Or don't you trust me?

Fine. Let's go and talk to the patient.

Please, don't take that off on my account.

I don't want anything obstructing my view.

I heard you were taken.

Oh, don't worry - he won't object to a little window shopping.

We'd like to talk to you about your surgery.

Is everything OK?

I would like to proceed with the open-heart surgery,

which is the safest route.

-Or we can proceed with a mini thoracotomy.

-A mini...?

It's a less invasive procedure.

We would make small incisions through the ribs and then use

an instrument called a thoroscope to access your heart.

But is that more dangerous?

It's more difficult. The advantage is scarring will be minimal.

Oh, I don't want a scar.

The amount of work I've put into this chest.

-So, you're happy to proceed with the mini thoracotomy?

-Yeah.

Fine.

I know what you're going to say but nobody else picked up on the

symptoms, I had to get him to admit it.

And you really think you went about it in the right way?

I shouldn't have lost my rag. But today's just been a bit...

I know you've been under pressure. This business with Nurse Somers.

Maybe you need a break.

Is it possible you could bring your holiday forward?

-The holiday's not going to happen now.

-What?

I'm going to give Artem's money to Sydney.

I can't get rich off another family's misery.

I was going to come and talk about some overtime.

It might not be that simple.

Ben Francis has made a complaint.

-Am I going to be suspended?

-No.

But it might take the pressure off if you give yourself a break.

I can't let things get how they were before. I just can't.

All right. All right, we'll see what we can do about the overtime.

But in the meantime, you steer well clear of Ben Francis.

-Joan, how are you feeling?

-She's anxious, obviously.

OK, well, we can talk through any concerns.

Here's your consent form.

What kind of recovery time are we looking at?

Well, it depends.

I mean, for a while she's going to have to take it easy.

I'll take care of that. You will stay with us - obviously.

I've spoken to Neil. The granny flat is all ready for you.

Installed a pole, have you?

I beg your pardon?

I was just joking. The nature of your mother's fall.

I honestly think I'll be all right at home.

Nonsense. You heard Mr Levy. You need your rest.

Besides, staying with us will give you

a break from that awful woman, Rita.

After a few weeks without you,

she might get out of the habit of popping in uninvited.

-She really doesn't worry me.

-You need to be more assertive, Mum.

Tell her you've got quite enough friends already and you

certainly don't want one like her.

How many times have I told you? You'll catch your death.

-She doesn't want the blanket.

-I beg your pardon?

Joan is perfectly capable of deciding how warm she is

and of speaking for herself

and certainly of choosing who she's friends with.

And while we're at it, Mr Levy,

those consent forms were for Joan, not for you.

Dominic.

I'm really sorry...

How dare you? My mum knows I'm only looking out for her.

A woman on her own at her age - she needs someone to look after her.

-Don't you, Mum?

-Of course.

Imogen's right. It is a bit nippy.

I have no idea why Sacha let you muscle in on his patient.

But I do have a very good idea why you're suddenly interested in

the lovely Joan.

The police left this.

Sacha.

No, absolutely not.

Look, I recommended that she do this.

The least I can do is see it through. Please.

All right. Well, look, you can stay but you promise me

the minute you feel tired you sit down.

BP's falling.

Yes, we've got it under control, thank you.

Is that a bleed?

Suction please.

What's happening?

Ah, it's going to be tough to stem this bleed.

She's losing quite a lot.

-It looks like the inferior epigastric.

-Sacha?

Can we fast-push one unit, please? Thank you.

Right, OK, I'm coming in.

No. Actually, I want you back on the ward.

Honestly, I mean it.

Go on, Dom. We've got this.

What is going on?

Is this the flat-mate you were telling me about?

I must say I love her dress. It's very chic.

And look at you - so happy, so in love.

It could almost be a different person. But it's not, is it?

It is very definitely you,

with a bride that you somehow forgot to mention!

You had no right. These are my private things.

Oh, I know they're your things.

The vanity of keeping your own press,

I expected the tacky poetry and your own personal grooming salon.

And this, what is all this?

A wife. Her perfume.

-Her tat...

-Don't touch that!

You lied to me and you say I have no right?

Jac, please, I never lied.

There are things - memories - I have to leave behind.

Gareth Jensen's consent forms are signed.

Everything all right?

I won't be in theatre this afternoon.

OK, you need me to assist. Why the change of plan?

The relationship between two surgeons needs to be one of

respect and trust.

And it appears Mr Rossini and I have neither.

OK, well, happy to step in.

You'll be doing the operation my way though - through open-heart surgery.

It's the safest route.

What? Why? We've already promised the patient.

Well, you'll have to go back

and tell him that circumstances have changed!

This is a cardiothoracics department,

we don't deal in promises here.

Don't go, I'm sorry.

Ben?

-Dee, I need you.

-Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, I can handle it.

Right, Ben, you need to lie back down.

It doesn't matter. None of this matters.

All right, it's me, you and Alfie. All right, it's Alfie and us.

-Alfie...get out the road! No!

-Ben!

HE CRIES OUT

Assessment? Look, listen, feel, remember? Bernie!

HE GROANS

Right, he's bleeding from the op site.

We need to get him into theatre as quickly as possible.

-Trolley, please!

-And a spinal board!

All right, Ben, we've got you.

-Why don't you take the lead from here?

-Thank you.

-I'll guide you through it.

-Right.

That's it. Good.

Now we need to excise the valve.

Carefully cut...

OK, I can't...

No, it's OK. It's stuck to the muscle.

Let me see.

I think you made a hole.

OK. We can fix this.

I need a 4-0 prolene stitch and bovine pericardial patch, please.

Could someone call Ms Naylor, please?

Is that Dee Francis?

Yeah, I'm calling from Holby City Hospital. Your ex-husband, Ben,

has been involved in an accident... No.

No, but he has got quite a nasty gash on his leg.

He's in theatre as we speak.

You're still down as his next of kin.

I think he could really do with a visit from you.

Thank you.

No, thanks.

That night, with...with Artem. It meant a lot that you called me.

Not exactly what you said at the time, was it?

Yeah, well, I was wrong.

You're an incredible nurse.

I think that's debatable.

Step aside, Mr Valentine.

-And you.

-What? You need me.

-No. I don't.

If we don't fix this quickly, the patient won't survive.

I'm well aware of that, thank you.

-Then let me help.

-You have done enough.

Now, step away from my patient or I'll have security remove you.

5-0 prolene stitch, please. Let's fix this mess.

Why do you pretend to be someone you're clearly not?

Imogen's a worrier.

She'd never understand why I wanted the surgery or go to the pole fit.

Anything risky or daring is completely alien to her.

Yeah, but you're not asking her to climb a pole, are you?

Well, it's not worth it.

I like to keep my arguments to a minimum.

What she doesn't know won't harm her.

Anything I think she'll object to I tend to keep quiet...

..then we both get our own way.

Why don't you just show her the real you, that way she might

realise she doesn't need to constantly keep you safe,

controlling you.

You can't change people, you know, no matter how much you love them.

Even if it means permanently living in that granny flat?

I don't think that's very likely, do you?

I've just learned to pick my battles, that's all...

I tried ringing the knitting circle to let them know you couldn't

make it but it just kept ringing out.

Are you sure you gave me the right number?

I must have got it muddled - you know what I'm like.

Excuse me.

Congratulations, Mr Rossini,

you successfully created a ventricular septal defect.

Actually...it was me.

Mistakes happen.

Yes, well, thankfully, I was able to fix it.

The valve is down and fitting well. You should have been leading.

This is a teaching hospital, remember?

We're not sticking plasters on cuddly toys.

This was the wrong case to be training someone on.

Especially when that someone is more interested in their pet project

than actually improving their surgical skills.

That isn't fair.

Nor is the fact that you put a hole in this man's ventricle.

Perhaps you'd like to be the one to explain why

he nearly spent the rest of his life on a pacemaker?

It was my decision to let him lead. I take responsibility for that.

Perhaps if we had done things my way,

there would not have been a problem.

You opened him up and you still got it wrong.

Imagine how disastrous a mini thoracotomy could have been.

Now, are both of you just going to stand there

or is one of you capable of cutting sutures?

Mr Fletcher.

You treated me, after I made a complaint.

Yes, I did. What are you going to do, sue me?

Go for it.

-Is that what you think of me?

-That's what your job is, isn't it?

Accidents, mishaps, good deeds, you can turn them all into a pound note.

Nothing wrong with people claiming what they're entitled to.

Some things just aren't worth the money.

I'm not going to sue you. I've withdrawn the complaint.

Look, you saved my life. Thank you.

You can thank me by looking after yourself.

-I love my job.

-Worth risking your health for, is it?

-Yeah, that was stupid.

-Yeah, tell me about it.

But being sharp, it's...addictive.

And since Dee left, what else have I got?

Yeah, look, about that, I...

Look, I'm not going to make any promises but I called her.

And as soon as she found out where you were

she couldn't get here quick enough.

You didn't tell her about the drugs?

No, of course I didn't, but I think you should.

-So she can help.

-An honest lawyer?

Well, stranger things have happened.

Well, it's regrettable that it has come to this.

But now that I have been made aware of the situation,

I will have to follow procedure. I will keep you updated.

Mr Valentine.

You spoke to Hanssen?

Look, I know I messed up but the patient's OK.

-Did you have to make it official?

-This is my ward.

If there's a serious incident, it is my duty to report it,

whether you think it's of consequence or not.

I really thought we were getting somewhere.

I've got ambitions. What's Hanssen going to think of me now?

Don't worry your pretty head, Valentine.

I have bigger fish than you to fry.

It's just the same old Isaac, isn't it?

You know you really can't change people.

You just have to learn whether or not you can accept them for

who they really are.

And?

I don't accept it.

I'm going to speak to the police.

Excellent. Although you really should be taking these yourself.

No, I don't think so, thank you.

Oh, Mr Hanssen, you're telling me you don't take the occasional selfie

when there isn't a mirror to hand?

Self-portraiture is an ancient and noble art-form.

Well, they say Van Gogh was the original selfie king.

This, however, is narcissism.

When the art historians of the future complete their

analysis of 21st century self-obsession, they will not

judge the selfie as great art.

Well, either way, these are going to be a right money-spinner.

You might even go viral.

Oh, my Lord.

Won't catch me modelling any time soon.

Let's just hope my Mark likes scars after all.

I'm sure he's not really so shallow.

Gareth, I've checked the records of your sleep patterns.

If you're interested in my night-time activities,

you only had to ask.

They're much more irregular than we'd expect,

given your sleep apnoea is supposedly being treated.

You lied, didn't you? You haven't been wearing your sleep mask.

For the first time I've...

I've got somebody who actually wants to go to bed with me

who isn't out like a shot the next morning. I...

I don't want to waste our nights hooked up to some machine.

Sure, but you only wear the mask to sleep, not to have...

Have you heard the noise that thing makes?

I sound like Darth Vader on his deathbed.

Taking the mask off was stupid, you risked your life.

And for what? The best of you is living, breathing, heart racing.

That's the you he fell in love with.

From now on, you wear the mask, yes?

I see you have Gareth Jensen eating out of the palm of your hand.

Do we have to snipe like this?

We still have to work together,

no matter what quarrels there are between us.

Quarrels. That's a quaint way to say "over".

I never meant to deceive you.

So, you're just an accidental liar?

There was no lie. My marriage is over.

What difference would telling you about it have made?

It was obviously important enough for you to hide it.

Who do you think we are?

Some fawning couple who stay up late into the night,

pouring out our souls?

That isn't us. I have a past, Jac. So do you.

If I was married, I would have told you.

-Are you still in love with her, is that it?

-No. No.

Then, what?

There are parts of you, Jac Naylor, you will never let any man see.

I know that. I respect it.

I have never asked you to give me your secrets.

I thought you of all people might understand.

I'm glad I caught you.

It's been a long day. Can we... can we just do this later?

-I...I don't want the money.

-What?

You were right.

I thought the money - winning it might make me feel

a little bit less terrible and it turns out, I feel even worse.

You're a decent bloke and your kids are lucky to have you.

You should take them to that gite.

Just, I don't know... don't go embarrassing them

by saying everything in a stupid French accent.

Really?

Yeah.

Then my kids are going to be very grateful for that advice.

It was never about his money.

Not then and not now.

It was always him that I wanted.

I'm really sorry about your dad.

There is something you could give me.

What's that?

Just tell me about him. What he was like in the end.

You must have liked him.

He was a good laugh. With a very big heart.

Yeah, there's a couple of stories I could tell you.

MUSIC BOX PLAYS

Hey.

Hey.

-Look, about earlier...

-It's OK.

I spoke to the police...

..and told them everything.

That can't have been easy.

You were right.

Whatever Isaac felt for me...

..it certainly wasn't love.

One day you'll meet someone who deserves you.

Yeah. Sure(!)

You look nice.

It's the fundraiser at Albie's. But I can stay here?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I wish you could come.

Yeah, you and me both.

-Shall we set the standard?

-As if you need to ask.

See, hashtag that and watch the re-posts roll in.

Once I've heavily filtered it.

You're sure you're going to be OK?

-Love you.

-Love you.

Jasmine!

That event tonight, there'll be plenty of alcohol, right?

-You're coming?

-Oh, you know me, charitable to a fault.

Ah, Mr Rossini, I'm glad I caught you.

I wanted to discuss the incident in theatre this afternoon.

I'm sorry, now is not a good time for me.

I understand a patient was put at risk.

I think that's worth making time for, don't you?

Am I in some kind of trouble?

Let's discuss it in my office, shall we?

So I made a mistake in theatre.

And, OK, it shouldn't have happened.

But she's supposed to be my mentor. She's supposed to have my back.

Instead, she goes running off to tell Hanssen.

-Have you spoken to her about this?

-I tried.

It's just she told me she had bigger fish to fry.

Well, I wouldn't want to be that fish.

That's all any of us are anyway, isn't it?

Pets for her own amusement.

-That is a perfect pout. Shall we?

-Yeah, go on...

-Oh, no.

-Awful.

-Dinner.

-Yes.

-Yes.

-Please.

That's it, guys, keep them coming and don't forget the hashtag.

It's really close at the top of the leader board.

-Speccy selfie?

-What do you think?

-Fletch?

-Yeah, why not?

I will have another drink, though. Double this time, please.

This on you...gorgeous.

Ready?

Oh!

Yeah, I might have to Photoshop me out.

-But apart from that...

-Check it out.

Where are we? Shall we sit with Fletch?

No, maybe leave him to it. Hang here. I'll get some drinks.

Can I have a pint and a dry white wine, please?

-Having fun?

-I've had worse, mate. Here you are.

No, no thanks.

Cheers.

Tell you what, your old man would've loved this.

-Bit of a showman, Old Fish Eyes.

-What, they still call him that?

Yeah. Very proud of his reputation, your dad.

All that money he won and wasted.

But he did have a good heart.

You know what, he'd have been standing on this bar,

daring everyone to give as big as he was.

Hold that thought.

-Jasmine.

-Yeah?

What are you doing?

-Are you serious?

-Yeah, why not?

Everyone, everyone!

Anything that's donated in the next 20 minutes,

-Fletch is going to double it.

-In memory of Old Fish Eyes.

You're the best!

You don't have to do that.

He would have done exactly the same.

Thank you.

To Artem.

To Artem. And to second chances.

CHEERING