For the Love of Maureen Holby City

You were one of the lucky ones, but you knew what was going on.

The manager of the care home, Daniel Brown, is still alive.

So you want to see him and the council taken to court?

You made me believe that I hurt my own son. No!

Maybe we don't work when we're together.

I won't stop you seeing Hector but as far as you and I are concerned,

I think this is for the best.

Yes, the clinical lead post. Uh-huh.

Oi, numb nuts! Headphones. No, not you!

She's going to live in London.

Do you really want to leave it like this between you two?

Don't you want me to go? I didn't want you to come in the first place.

Ric Griffin? Wow, you look older than you do in your photos.

Even if I haven't been present in my family's lives,

they're always here in my mind.

You're staying? Yeah. Unfinished Business.

Ready to roll, Shrimp?

BABY GURGLES

Hello, Mo. Hi. Hi, munchkin.

Say hello to Daddy.

So...this is it, then?

Last day at Holby. Say it isn't so, Mo!

Morning, Ollie. I can't believe this is happening.

Oh, this time tomorrow I'll be hitting the Big Smoke.

End of an earache. Start of a new life.

Exactly!

So, are you excited about your farewell bash?

Yeah. No sad songs, though.

Yeah, I can't guarantee that, I'm afraid.

Don't want her blubbing into her bubbly.

Paul? Is that Paul Owain?

Yeah, could you take Hector to the creche for me?

Yeah, yeah, of course. I'll give you a hand.

Paul!

Hey, fancy meeting you here.

Just how many hemicolectomies have you actually performed?

You make me sound like one of the Founding Fathers of modern medicine.

Well, you sort of are, aren't you?

So what are the joys that await us today?

Well, if memory serves, we have an inguinal hernia,

we have a bowel resection, we have...

Oh, we have Meckel's diverticulum resection.

I have another name to add to your already busy list.

13-year-old bumped from St James's then transferred up

from Paeds, due to a lack of beds.

Elective haemangioma. Darla Johnstone.

Right.

Paul Owain, suspected heart attack.

ECG confirms another infarction. Hi, Paul.

Given his history, best bet's get him straight to theatre, do a CABG.

HE MUMBLES

What was that?

WHISPERS: Tell June. What, she doesn't know you're here?

No. It's his wife, she doesn't usually let him out of her sight.

Right, I'll get someone to call her.

Ah, here's Mr Levy.

He's going to be looking after you today. Hi. Call me Sacha.

Mr Levy, Kofi Johnstone. Oh, quite a grip you've got there!

Listen, I'm sorry about all the to-ing and fro-ing, Kofi.

As long as she's finally going to be treated.

Chillax, Dad! It's not my job to chillax.

Such a worrywart!

Well, hello, Darla.

Ah, so you two know each other? Ric's my grandad.

And online Scrabble partner. Her what?

So, hang on... So you're...?

Mr Johnstone is my son. Right. Right.

Good. Great!

I didn't realise that you were due back in hospital.

I didn't realise you two were in touch with each other.

Great, right, yes... You're over here.

Aren't we putting her in a side room?

No, we're just waiting on a discharge.

Darla, can you lift your jumper up for me? Thank you.

Ric. Sorry, Ric. Thank you.

Have a little look...

Yeah, can we get an updated CT scan? Yeah.

So, Mr Johnstone, you're a Jehovah's Witness?

How strict are you regarding transfusions?

We refuse all blood products.

So where do you stand on intraoperative blood salvage?

We're fine with cell savers.

We probably need to have a conversation.

Are you doing the operation, Ric?

I'm not allowed, we're related.

You're going to have Mr Levy instead.

Sacha, you have got massive hands.

Er, Darla! What? They're like the BFG or something!

Tact is not her strong point. Mr Levy is an excellent surgeon.

Wish you could do it, though, Grandad.

You said you wanted to talk? Yes, yes, of course.

Let's get you settled.

Ah, this is going to be tricky.

The heart's attached to the sternum.

You two have history, then?

Yeah, Paul was one of my first patients at Holby.

Ah, and one of your last. Four heart attacks later. Four?!

Yeah, so far I've given him two triple bypasses and an

internal defibrillator. Is he on the transplant list?

Yes, he's been on it for a while. BLEEPING

There's a bleed. OK, more suction there, please.

BLEEPING

Right, do not do this, mister - not today. BP's dropping.

Bulldog clamps.

BLEEPING CONTINUES

OK, let's get a unit of blood pushed into him, please.

BP stabilising.

SHE EXHALES And relax.

Darla is showing signs of anaemia and low blood pressure.

Is that why she's short of breath?

Well, it would explain the fatigue and the dizziness and the

tingling in the legs, yes. Right.

Now, Darla's consultant at St James's recommended the embolisation

of the internal haemangioma.

But she's had unsuccessful embolisation treatment before.

Does that mean you shouldn't have it again? No, no, not at all.

So that's your plan of action? Could I just suggest that...?

I know you're concerned about Darla, Ric, but it sounds like

Mr Levy has got things under control.

I'll leave you to it.

Morning! Didn't realise you did yoga.

It's meditation... Right.

My counsellor recommended it. Yeah?

Don't sound so surprised. I'm not.

Even strong independent women need to offload sometimes.

I suppose so. You should give it a go.

Maybe. It's brilliant for just emptying your head of stuff.

Brew?

I'm cutting down on caffeine. Oh, is that a counsellor thing, too?

No, just thought it'd be really good for me to detox.

So, did the lawyer talk to you about a civil case?

Looks like that's a non-starter.

That's a shame. Yep.

Still, I think it's great you're finding ways to move on.

Move on? Yeah, facing up to your issues.

I think I will have that brew. OK, coming up.

Sacha. Crisp?

I'm concerned about Darla's embolisation.

It's better than open surgery.

The fact that it's failed before isn't encouraging.

I know, but...

If it doesn't work this time, then it means more pain,

more surgery before she's out of her teens.

Yeah, but it's the safest option. It doesn't mean it's the best.

I know she's family.

Look, I'm not talking as her grandfather -

this is a clinical issue.

Just be there for her, and your son.

Just leave the rest to me.

Sacha!

I am going to miss you, big man!

I'm not sure this hospital can cope with an Effanga-shaped hole.

Oi, don't get me started, all right? I mean it.

Essie about? Yeah, she's over there. Thanks.

See you!

Well, this is getting ridiculous.

I mean, how many children does Griffin have?

And which wife produced this one? Shut up, Dom. Essie!

Hey, turncoat. Charming!

How dare you ditch us for the fleshpots of the metropolis.

It's a tough job but someone's got to do it.

Well, I'm well jel, babes!

Listen, I need help with a patient. Yeah?

One of my regs, Paul Owain,

just given him a CABG after his fourth heart attack.

Yeah, I know him, he's on the transplant list.

Yeah, well, the MDT have discussed his case and we need to bump

him up to urgent. What condition's he in?

Just about hanging in there. OK, I'll put an alert out.

Thanks, I just want to do the best I can for him, you know? Yeah.

Paul and his wife run a lovely little Italian restaurant

in town, don't you? Oh, what's it called? Limonaia!

Never been. Yeah, it's great.

Five or six tables, it's really romantic.

Take it you're a regular?

Ah, well, I've had one or two great nights there.

With Mo.

Pretending that they were just good friends.

We were, yeah.

And now we are again.

How do you mean? Back with us.

Yeah.

We were just talking about Paul's restaurant.

Ah! Best saltimbocca in the city. Hear, hear!

Everything OK?

Yeah, yeah... I mean, I just came up to see this one.

How's he doing?

Yeah, mean pressure is 60, heart rate is around 80,

minimal drainage, excellent urinary output.

Good! Should be able to get you out the HTU soon. Right.

And, in the meantime, I've spoken to the transplant co-ordinator -

she's going to put you on the urgent list,

so if a heart does become available, we'll have a real shout.

Great.

So, just sit tight and keep your fingers crossed.

Oh, I bumped into Fran Reynolds meditating earlier.

Do you know what? I've always really fancied meditation.

I really don't think she likes me...

You know, like, developing my chi, increasing my life force,

opening my chakras. Are you listening to me?

Yes, I am listening to you,

and I think you sound a little bit paranoid.

No, there's something really creepy

about the way she hangs off every word Jac says.

And now you're sounding jealous. No, I don't!

OK, folks, listen up!

This is Ronald Goodlass, 47, suffering major head

and chest trauma after his tractor rolled and fell on him.

Full ATLS protocol, primary survey, and a CT.

And, Fletch, get onto Neuro and get a head CT. Yep, will do.

PHONE BEEPS

More Scrabble?

She's a very smart girl.

She gets it from her mother.

So, how are you?

Big question after all this time.

I was very sorry to hear about your wife's passing.

Never thought I'd go from husband to father to widower

in the space of a few years.

You're doing a great job with Darla.

It's tough going but...

How's she coping with boarding school?

What exactly is it you want from her, Ric?

I'm sorry? The Scrabble, the sudden grandfatherly interest.

Would you prefer it if I stayed away?

No...I don't know.

I can't believe you and Derwood have split.

Consciously uncoupled. You what?

Just call me Gwynnie!

After taking so long getting together.

Yeah, we're both course with it so... Really?

Yeah, it's for the best, for the both of us.

And leaving Holby, too? Brave new world, my friend.

June will do her nut.

I still haven't been able to get in contact with her.

Crappy phone. Always running out!

I'll keep trying.

Mo. Any news?

We just had notification of a heart that looks compatible and

it's not that far away at all. You're kidding?

Last-day luck. So, it's on its way?

Not yet, I've just got a few more phone calls to make first.

Get that Prosecco chilled. Why?

Wagons roll, Paul. We've potentially got you a heart.

We've got multiple skull fractures, a badly bruised and fractured

sternum, an irregular rhythm on the trace.

My guess is a contusion on the heart. GCS is seven.

We'll keep him in an induced coma for now.

His notes say he's been treated at Holby before for restrictive

cardiomyopathy by Jac Naylor.

Well, that's going to be the least of his worries.

Can you give Jac a shout for me? Yeah, will do.

Morven, can you chase Neuro for me?

I need to know exactly how serious his brain injury is. Yep.

I can bell Jac, if you want? It's fine.

Oh, I was just trying to help. OK.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in, Mrs Fitzpatrick.

Hi. Hey, what are you doing here?

Just on my way to collect a donor heart for Paul.

Wow, that was quick! Unbelievable.

Oh! Well, I'm delighted for him.

I Just thought you should know.

Thank you. Mm-hm.

Hey, Mo.

I just want to say that I think it's all going to be fine.

Yeah. You're a great mum and you're a great surgeon.

Not so bad yourself.

And I really do think that you're making the right decision.

Thanks, Derwood.

So fly, be free.

PHONE BEEPS

"Scalpels!"

Very good. Excellent.

158, 132!

Yeah, yeah! All right, all right.

We'll get you prepped for theatre very soon. Ah, cool!

You're not nervous?

My mate Tanisha had her appendix out.

She said the whole thing was totally snatched.

Snatched? You know, on point.

Forget it!

What are those bruises on your leg? Oh, nothing.

Darla...is someone hurting you at school?

Oh, no, I fell. Well, I fainted.

Right. Down some stairs.

What? This time.

This has happened more than once? Yep.

Have you told anyone? I'm telling you now.

What about your dad?

I don't want him missing work.

I'm pretty sure that you're his number one priority.

His job gives him...purpose.

How do you mean? Since Mum died.

Yeah, right.

And, anyway, he'd probably panic and try and take me out of school.

Would that be so bad? Yeah, I love school!

What kind of teenager are you?!

One that's whipping you at scrabble!

Yeah, sorry it's taken so long to track you down, but then again,

any earlier and I would have told you he'd had another heart attack,

but now the heart's on its way.

Yeah, well, he might be in theatre by then, but...

Yeah, yeah, I'll see you when I see you. OK, bye, June.

Mo! Yeah?

We've got a problem.

I specifically told this guy to stay away from heavy machinery

in case he passed out.

Obviously took no notice.

Has he had a head scan yet?

Yeah, widespread contusion and probable evidence of DAI.

GCS? Seven.

So instead of having a patient with a manageable heart condition,

I now have one in an induced coma with brain damage.

We don't know that.

Does he look like he's going to be waking up any time

in the next millennium? That'll be a no.

Why don't people listen?

Banging your head against a brick wall.

Well, what we're dealing with now is a total waste of human life,

NHS resources and my time.

I'm sure the poor bloke didn't realise he'd end up like this.

That's not really the point, Jasmine, is it, Jac?

Want to have a look? Yeah.

Bernie seems to think that you're starting to resemble

a half-decent doctor.

Who'd have thought?

Well? No contusion. Is the right answer.

Small mercies.

OK, keep his blood pressure stable. Page me if anything changes.

Will do. Keep this up and you might find your way back up to Darwin.

Jac.

Thanks for that.

Have you been watching Frozen again?

What was that all about?

Nothing. Oh, it didn't look like nothing.

It's between me and Jac.

Right, sister stuff? Yeah.

All set? There's been a hitch.

A patient at another hospital who went on the urgent list

virtually the same second as you has deteriorated,

which means that she gets priority

even though we thought the heart was yours.

I see.

I'm so sorry, Paul.

Not your fault. Maybe it's a sign, though.

Of what? That it wasn't meant to be.

You're being very philosophical. Well, nothing rattles our Paul.

You'd be surprised.

I managed to get hold of June.

She's going to be disappointed.

Hey, stay positive, all right? We ain't beat yet.

Tonight is going to be a full-on Britain's Got Talent moment.

I can't wait...

Sorry to interrupt - have you seen Mr Goodlass' CT scan yet?

There you go. Thank you.

How's it looking? I'm not sure.

Why, what's up?

Does that look like free air in the abdomen to you?

Yeah, it does. Can you get Miss Woolfe for me?

Yet more Brownie points for someone.

Sacha. Yeah?

Darla's symptoms are worse than we thought. How so?

She's been fainting on and off for weeks now. Really?

She's got extensive bruising up her legs from the last fall.

So what would your call be? Full resection of the haemangioma.

There's no way you're overstating this

because of the family connection?

Look, that would make me less inclined to put her through

invasive surgery if it wasn't essential.

Well, I'll have to talk to her dad. Thank you. OK.

No news as of yet. Ah.

Any sign of June?

Yeah, she said she's a bit of a drive away.

Before she gets here, there's something I've got to tell you.

Go on.

I've been lucky enough to have had a cracking life

but the last few years...

..the joy has drained out of it.

It's been tough for you.

I haven't been in work for months.

Stuck indoors, fading into the armchair like...

Like the Shroud of Turin!

HE STRUGGLES FOR BREATH

All that'll change if you get a new heart.

What...

What if I don't want one? Sorry?

What if I'm so worn out that I can't face any more surgery?

Paul... And that I'm just hanging on there...

..because it's what June wants.

But you've always been so...

You know, all those other patients praying for

a chance and I don't want mine.

You've just had major cardiac surgery. I know but...

You're not thinking straight!

I've felt like this for a long time.

Take me off the transplant list. I really don't want to do that.

Give somebody else a chance. Now, look, you might...

I can't take any more. Paul...

If anything happens to me whilst I'm in here...

..don't try to save me.

Can't beat standing around watching a chest drain get fitted.

It's Jasmine's fault you're here.

I believe the free air was your spot.

Certainly was. It's good work. Thanks.

Shouldn't you be out on the ward?

I'm on a break. I just wanted to see how he was doing.

Still in a coma!

Well, that should keep his respiratory troubles at bay.

Dr Burrows, could you tie the drain? Of course.

You can staple when I've closed him up, if you like? Great...

2/0 Vicryl, please.

So what do we do now? Not sure.

Is he top of the list? Well, that's the problem.

Don't tell me someone else jumped the queue!

He doesn't want to be in the queue any more What?

He wants me to take his name off the list. Why?

He's tired, June. Aren't we all?

The heart attacks, the surgery, it's taken its toll.

So you agree with him? I can't force him to stay on the list.

Well, I can. Right, go easy.

Hiya, love. Has the morphine gone to your head?!

HE LAUGHS

That's what Mo said.

You've got the chance of a new heart. Had.

Another one will come up.

I can't take any more. Of course you can!

Nice and calm, yeah?

Four heart attacks, kidneys packing up,

a gizmo inside my chest shocking me back to life every other day...

That gizmo's kept you going.

I wish I had the strength to carry on.

This isn't what love's about.

I'm done.

I'll give you guys some time.

Got this weird sense of deja vu.

I'm supposed to do it three times a day. Right.

Why don't you give it a go? Oh, I'd feel a bit stupid... OK.

Just close your eyes and breathe.

Jac was a bit hardcore on our farmer. Can you blame her?

I know he didn't follow her advice but...

And he ended up in a coma.

You ever wonder why she is the way she is?

What do you mean?

I don't know, do you think maybe the care home affected her, too?

What would you know about it? Well, I don't...

You weren't there. No, but...

So how could you possibly have an opinion worth listening to?

I just mean...

how could you even imagine what the two of us went through?

I didn't mean...

Well, that's what bonds me and Jac -

not some vague family connection, but real life.

KNOCK AT DOOR Come in.

Mr Griffin, what can I do for you?

Something you need?

This is for you.

Ah, you shouldn't have...

You'll need this.

What is it?

Open it.

That's beautiful.

You're a good doctor, a great surgeon,

a credit to this hospital.

We're going to miss you.

Thank you, Mr Griffin.

Oh...

You'd better write me that postcard.

MO SIGHS

How's he doing?

No change.

Found any family yet?

There's a brother in Australia - we're waiting for a call back.

So, are you all set for that thing at Mo Effanga's leaving do?

Yeah, are you? Yeah, I can't wait.

MACHINE BEEPS

He's in respiratory arrest.

Look at his drain.

OK, he's got a haemopneumothorax.

BP's dropping.

We can't lose him, Morv. We are trying, Jaz.

Mo, he's still digging his heels in.

Well, he's obviously been building up to this for ages.

You know, I gave up a cracking job in the city to

open that restaurant.

Good money, decent pension...

It was worth it, though.

Yeah, I know that, but...

What?

If I could make that sacrifice for him,

why can't he do this for me?

MACHINE BEEPS Mo!

Zosh.

Heart rate's up, BP's down, looks like SVT...

It's all right, love. The gizmo'll fix it.

The gizmo's not going to fix this. Paul. OK, one, two, three...

Come on, Paul. Paul... Paul, come on, can you hear me?

June, come with me. Come away.

Come on, Paul.

MACHINE BEEPS

Come on.

This is my fault.

Dr Burrows...

I knew there were respiratory issues.

Yes, you did.

That's not helpful.

Certainly not for my mortality figures.

I should have monitored him more closely.

Hey, don't be so hard on yourself.

Look, Fran's right, Jaz.

It might say haemopneumothorax on the death certificate,

but we all know that the real cause were the appalling crush injuries

that left the patient in an irretrievable coma...

And my lack of attention.

At worst, it was an oversight that happened while you were

working absolutely in the patient's best interests.

Best interests?

The important thing is to learn from the experience in order to

become a better doctor.

Will it go on my record?

Possibly, if someone makes a complaint.

We will give the next of kin full disclosure,

but we will also be stressing that Mr Goodlass arrived

at the hospital in a critical condition.

Right, are we done here?

Unless anyone has anything else to add...

Happens to the best of us.

Oh, you certainly kept me on my toes.

PAUL GROANS That'll be your ribs.

I had to give you chest compressions.

Where's... Where's June?

Loo.

I told you I didn't want to be resuscitated.

And I told you that's not an option for today.

If you're not going to listen to me,

I'm going to have to find another way...

What do you mean?

I'll get my defibrillator switched off.

That's your prerogative,

but it won't be today because of your op,

and not until you've spoken to a counsellor either.

I'm trying to give you the best chance of making the right decision.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

So, you're the famous Darla.

It's lovely to meet you.

This is Dom.

And this is Lofty.

Um, we were just wondering whether or not you had any questions

you wanted to ask us before theatre.

Is my grandad a good boss?

DOM GIGGLES Um...

Yes, if a little scary.

More importantly, is he a good grandad?

I'll tell you when I know him better.

He's not much of a Scrabble player.

No? He's good.

Not as good as you, though.

I'm terrible at Scrabble.

I can't spell for toffee.

I'm more of a jigsaw man myself.

Yeah?

Yeah, me and my mum used to spend hours back in Clacton,

piecing together tiny little bits of the Eiffel Tower.

What?

Nothing.

Jigsaws are a bit sad.

No, they are not!

They're making a comeback, I think you'll find.

Well, I think it's a lovely picture -

you, your mum and Paris in pieces.

LIFT CHIMES

Mo! Yeah?

The patient who got the heart died before it arrived.

So, where is it now? On its way here.

Right.

I thought you'd be delighted. I am...

But?

We've got a problem.

You still want it, don't you? Course.

Cos if you don't, it's going to go to the next patient.

Yeah, I just need a bit more time. Why? Patient's got cold feet.

Since when? Look, just make it quick, Mo.

MO SIGHS

There's nothing to worry about in there, you know.

I'm not. I think it's cool.

Obviously inherited Grandad's interest in surgery...

It's more her mother's fearless streak. Hmm?

All set?

I thought you weren't allowed to operate.

I'll only be in there as an observer.

Right.

HE WHISPERS A PRAYER

Amen.

Amen.

I love you, Sweet Pea.

I'm scared, Dad.

Don't worry, it'll be fine.

OK?

Shall we?

Love you.

Nothing's changed.

For God's sake... Just think about it.

He hasn't got time to think. Say yes.

PHONE RINGS

The clock's ticking.

Oh, I can't stand this!

RINGING CONTINUES

MO SIGHS

The main difficulty's going to be disconnecting

the blood vessels before you remove the lump.

Yup, absolutely.

Plus, there's an extra loop of vessels within,

which could compromise circulation. I've got it.

And you're going to have to watch out for thrombocytopenia...

Ric... Hmm?

I'm on it like a car bonnet.

What?

She's in good... if, you know, massive hands.

Yeah. Just let me do my job.

Yeah.

KNOCK AT DOOR Derwood...

Derwood.

Sorry, I was in the middle of a uterine prolapse.

It's about Paul.

Yeah, I thought you'd be in surgery with him by now...

Yeah, OK, so he lost out on the heart,

and then the other patient died, so now it's bounced back to us,

only Paul's refusing the transplant,

and so I have to try and get him to change his mind

before Essie has to turn it down.

But why doesn't he want it?

It's a long story.

Can you talk to him for me?

What could I possibly say to him?

Come on, he thinks you're the bee's knees.

Yeah, but surely this is a matter between him and June...

Derwood, you're my only hope.

Please.

I can't believe Mo's leaving.

I know.

But our favourite downstairs doctor's staying put.

Dom! Do you have to?

I thought they'd mate for life.

They're not a pair of swans.

DOM GIGGLES You know what I mean.

Could we please concentrate on the patient, Dr Copeland?

Sorry, Mr Griffin.

WHISPERING: I forgot you were staring at me through the window.

How's it looking, Sacha?

It's attached to the mesentery of the bowel, which isn't helping.

Where do you plan to start the resection?

I'm still working on it.

Paul...

PAUL GROANS

What's all this about, my old friend?

Ah...

I'm scared.

What about?

More pain,

being a burden...

Not doing the things that...

that really matter to me.

But you've got the love of a good woman, haven't you?

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

What could matter more than that?

See, Paul, you've been offered a living, beating heart

from another human being who's willing to

make that sacrifice for you,

and you can take that new heart,

and, you know, I'll see you get out of this bed,

and be breathing and feeling and living and loving,

and, with all this renewed energy you can have,

maybe cooking again,

and feeling like a new man.

Why would anyone turn that chance down?

Because this is a chance for you to spend more time with your wife,

not as a burden or anything like that,

but as her partner in life.

OK... OK...

Let's do it.

Let's do it!

Essie, it's Mo.

We're on.

Dom, can you lift that for me, please? Thank you.

How are you doing?

Just separating this last section from the bowel.

Almost done.

Damn. I knew it...

What's the problem?

Can you run cell saver, please? Thank you. Sacha?

There's a tear lower in the mesentery.

MACHINE BEEPS It's almost impossible to avoid it.

BP's falling. Right, clamps...

You need to get control of the inflow and outflow.

That's exactly what we're doing.

She's losing too much blood. Have you got any hetastarch?

We've got saline.

Well, call the coordinator and get some hetastarch.

MACHINE CHIMES BP's still falling.

Can you run a bag of saline in stat, please? Thank you.

I'm coming in. Ric, we've got it.

No, I need to be part of this.

I'm resisting the temptation to call security, Mr Griffin.

BEEPING RETURNS TO NORMAL

PAUL GROANS

Done...

OK, let's get you prepped and into theatre.

Not so fast.

Oh, what now?

You've got a party to go to.

I'll take this one.

Nah, it's fine.

I insist.

It's, erm... It's Jac, erm...

Naylor.

Yeah. Naylor, yeah.

Yes.

Mo's always going on about how brilliant you are.

Oh, is she now?

If you're good enough for Mo... PAUL CHUCKLES

Are you sure?

Out.

Is she out of theatre yet? Yes.

How is she?

Separating the haemangioma from the bowel proved to be

a bit more difficult than anticipated.

Is she all right, though?

Mr Levy had to extend the incision to control the situation,

which caused an issue with... Is she all right?!

Thankfully, yes. Thankfully?!

So it WAS touch and go? Yeah, I didn't say that.

She wasn't even your patient.

I had her best interests at heart.

Look, this isn't some random case. This is my daughter!

And my granddaughter.

You're not seriously trying to stake some sort of emotional claim on her?

Because you have never been there, not her whole life...

I'm here now, son, if you'll just let me help... Don't call me son!

You're not my father.

You've never been there for me, not for me or Darla,

not for anything...

Hmm?

Nope, not that one.

LIFT CHIMES

Mr T's all over her in every single shot.

Oh, Bandit at 6 o'clock.

See you later!

Yep... Mo!

Yo.

Look, erm... I, erm...

I know that we've had our moments,

given everything that we've been through in the past...

Ah, it's all in the past. Good.

Now, I'm sure that you've heard from...

well, just about everyone,

just what a fantastic surgeon we all think you are.

For me, personally...

eh, I'm not convinced.

Hope you're going to do something with that weave

before tonight, love!

MO LAUGHS WEAKLY

Can I get an espresso, please, double?

Are you OK?

Not particularly.

Well, we did our best by him.

It's a real shame you didn't notice the drain

filling up with blood sooner.

I was doing my ABC checks.

Who's to say the bleed didn't start while you were still in the room?

Nothing, I just...

We both made mistakes.

Unless, of course, you're trying to shift the blame elsewhere?

A man died.

I know. That's what I'm concerned about.

Well, these things happen.

What kind of a thing is that to say?

It's true, isn't it?

You're talking about a human being.

Well, at least it's done Jac a favour.

What is the deal with you and her?

Deal? You hang off her every word.

Well, that's rich, coming from you.

Look, why don't you just leave her alone for five minutes?

You make me sound like some sort of...

Go on, say it.

SHE SCOFFS

DOOR CLANGS

PHONE CHIMES Q-I...

Qi?

That's not a word.

Yes, it is.

Oh, "chi"!

You know what? You're the sneakiest Scrabble player I've ever met.

Finally got your own room?

Hey!

How's she doing?

She's doing really, really well. Good.

I think she needs some time with her dad.

Right, this isn't over. OK?

Thanks.

Hey, how are you doing?

Bit sore but...

Oh, sorry, I'll come back later.

No, stay.

You need to rest.

I want to ask you something first.

OK, go ahead.

Will you come to ours for tea?

Oh, Darla...

The way I see it, it's like fate, me being sick.

You've lost me.

It's brought us back together as a family.

RIC SIGHS

Well, I guess you could look at it like that.

So, is that a yes?

Well, that's up to your father.

Dad...?

KOFI SIGHS Dad?

Since when did I get a say in anything? Hmm?

I'll be down with the rest in a minute... OK.

All set?

Yeah.

I just came to say goodbye and good luck.

PAUL COUGHS Careful now.

Bye, Paul.

Ah... Be happy, yeah?

June!

THEY CHUCKLE

Thank you.

You take care of yourself.

And who's going to take care of you?

Oh, don't worry about me. I'm a big girl.

Even big girls need their soul mate.

Kofi...

Can I just say something?

Me first, please.

Fine.

I haven't been any kind of father to you, we both know that,

but I hope that it's not too late for me

to be part of your life and Darla's.

I know that you're doing your best in really difficult circumstances,

and I just want to help, whatever way I can.

Whether it's spending time with Darla when you're at work

or something else, I mean, it's up to you,

but at least give me the chance to make a positive difference.

And if you decide to walk away again?

I won't.

How do I know that?

I wouldn't do that to my granddaughter.

I'm sorry for how I behaved earlier.

Oh, forget it.

She's all I've got.

I know.

Life's so hard sometimes.

So let me help...

Hey, are you still going to Mo's thing tonight?

No, I'm not in the party mood.

Oh, a few drinks might help.

Bring our patient back to life?

What about the big surprise?

They'll be fine without me.

No hard feelings, eh?

No.

Well, if you change your mind...

Jac... Yeah?

I really appreciate this.

Not a problem.

Thanks.

Senior Consultant, eh?

Yeah.

Maybe all that guff about the tortoise and the hare is true.

Maybe.

And what about Derwood?

Ah, all that soul mate stuff is a bit of a myth if you ask me...

SHE EXHALES

You know, I have to say, it's pretty impressive.

What is?

A black, working-class woman making senior consultant

alongside the public schoolboys,

the privilege and the backslapping...

I take my hat off to you, Mo Effanga.

MUSIC: Love Is All Around by Wet Wet Wet

# I feel it in my fingers

# I feel it in my toes

# Love is all around me

# And so the feeling grows

# It's written on the wind... #

DERWOOD SOBS # It's everywhere I go

# Oh, yes, it is... #

LOUD DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

LAUGHTER

Is there still no sign? Mm-mm.

Nah, maybe she got caught up in surgery.

Jac took her transplant case, so...

She seemed all set when I left.

She's here!

OK, action stations, everyone!

CHEERING

Evening.

How do you mistake Mo Effanga for a giant Swede?

Here she comes.

CHEERING

Yes, is that HR?

I'm calling from AAU.

I'd like to make a complaint about a member of staff.

No, I'd rather not give my name, if that's OK.

Yeah, it's about Dr Jasmine Burrows.

She made a serious error which led to the death of a patient.

Onward and upward...

Cheers, Mo.

Cheers!

MUSIC STOPS

What's going on?

I have no idea.

But I think you need to stand here.

OK...

Ready?

As I'll ever be...

Right, OK, listen up! Got a few words from the guvnor!

Thank you. Well, what can one say about Maureen Effanga?

A force of nature, an admired colleague,

an exemplary doctor...

Your commitment, your loyalty and your spirit

will be very much missed.

Mo, we all love you like mad, all right?

It's true. So much so we're prepared to make total idiots of ourselves...

Your symptoms, please, Mr V.

Oh. Ah...

MUSIC: Love Is All Around by Wet Wet Wet

I feel it in my fingers.

I feel it in my toes...

Thanks, Ollie!

MO LAUGHS

# The love that's all around Mo

# Even when she goes

# It's written on your heart

# It's everywhere you go

# Mo

# In every heart you've mended

# Come on, Mo, let it show

# Mo knows she loves us

# She always will

# She mends our hearts with her very own skill

# Mo knows no beginning and Mo knows no end

# Cos on Mo's love you can depend... #

BABY GURGLES

Hey.

Nope, Mummy's at her special party,

so Daddy is just going to get his bag,

and then you and I are going to go home,

and we're going to have milk and some lovely stories, OK?

Derwood...

I've been stupid and proud and blind.

I know you only said what you did

because you care about me and Hector,

but it hurt me so much to think that you didn't believe in me as...

as a mum and a surgeon...

The real problem is I don't think I've ever believed that

I deserve to be happy,

and that's why I push you away, mess you around, string you along...

I understand if you if you've fallen out of love with me,

but I just want you to know,

you and our son are all that matter to me.

Your love is all that counts.

So, if there's the slightest chance that one day you can forgive me...

Shh.

You had me at "Derwood".

BABY GIGGLES

Whoo!

# It's written on your heart Whoa-oh-oh

# Everywhere I go... #

Yeah! Whoo!

# In every heart you've mended

# Come on and let it show

# Mo

# Come on and let it show

# Come on, Mo, let it Oh, yeah

# Come on, Mo, let it show

# Come on, Mo, let it

# Come on, Mo, let it show

# Come on, Mo let it... #

Oh, I love you, Mr T.

I love you, too, Maureen.

Ah, I really hate that name.

Yeah, I know!

Oh, you're going to pay for that one! Oh, yeah!

SIREN WAILS Oh, by the way. Yeah?

I'm pregnant.

What?!

I'm kidding!

THEY LAUGH

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