Sleep Well Holby City

Ta-da! I'm back.

This place has changed. The people too.

Yes, but it still feels like home, though, doesn't it? Yeah.

I am intrigued why a guy like you doesn't want to do the half marathon.

A guy like me? Yeah, you're fit.

You don't have to play with my feelings.

I didn't realise you had feelings.

You said you would never let him win! And he won't.

Because I don't look back.

I saw those photos. What are you doing, stalking a 70-year-old man?

BEEPING No!

LONG BEEP No. Jasmine!

DOOR SLAMS

Raf! Raf!

Heads up!

Ooh!

What's this? Present for Mikey? No, it's a present for me!

Just joined the local side. The Holby 49ers.

Is that the average age?

You got a little bit of grey hair coming through there, sunshine?

Argh!

DOOR SLAMS

Oh, someone's in trouble.

He's got this one covered.

All right? What's happening? Stupid piece of junk just died on me.

Let's have a look.

Hm.

Diagnosis?

It's a stupid piece of junk.

When did you last have it serviced?

I didn't know that it was mandatory.

Well, I think we'd better be calling the garage. Get it towed.

Oh, come on! That's going to cost a fortune!

Can't you just fiddle with the dipstick or something

and make it better?

OK, I'll see what I can do.

Good, cos I'm late for my shift.

Heard on the grape, Raf and Essie had a bit of a thing going on.

Well, more of an arrangement, you know.

But he's a bit sensitive about it, so no ribbing him, OK?

Yeah, I reckon the garage are going to have to do a full

diagnostic on that, mate.

I thought it might be the diesel injectors. Diesel injectors.

On a petrol engine? Meaning? Meaning you are no mechanic!

ENGINE STARTS

Faulty ignition switch. Pulled the fuse, re-routed the...

He re-routed it.

There's a real man for you!

I was thinking of putting it forward as a paper.

It's not why I asked you to collate this data.

I just happened to mention there was a prestigious surgical

conference up in Edinburgh next month.

So would this have anything to do with a lucrative expenses grant?

I'd prefer to look at it as an invaluable experience to take

top billing on my CV.

What you do in your spare time is of no concern to me.

I need a top reference to apply for the grant and I was thinking...

Apparently, my signature doesn't cut the mustard in Mr Ford's eyes.

Don't be ridiculous. You've been here for what, like, a day?

I barely even know who you are.

What do you want? An autograph as well?

Hanssen's asked for a full ward assessment. And?

Admin, not really my thing. I was thinking, you must have done dozens.

Could do this standing on your head. Mm-hm. Jog on, Rossini.

Thanks.

Morning. Morning. Dark horse.

Excuse me? Jared Baptiste, ring any bells?

SHE SIGHS # Here comes the bride, nothing to hide! #

Yes, OK. I'm guilty. So that begs the question, what the hell are you doing working here

when you should be out shoe shopping with all the other WAGs? Can't a girl give a little something back?

Donna. Oh, hiya.

That, er, white 4X4 in the car park - is that yours?

Might be. Depends who's asking. What's it doing in my parking space?

I've always parked there when I know you're off duty. Oh, really?

Well, I AM on duty, so get it shifted!

Now, Ms Wolfe has called in poorly, with Dr Digby

and Nurse Reynolds off the ward...

What's happening with Fran?

She's been temporarily reassigned until the dust settles. Aw!

And you volunteered to fill the void,

just to spend time with little old me?

Not so much volunteered as was press-ganged by Mr Hanssen.

He loves me really. What am I? Your personal valet now?

Shift your Chelsea tractor or I'll have it towed.

We're down to the bare bones. We'll manage.

As always. You're a bit new to act so tough, ain't you?

Er, excuse me. I was cleaning vomit

and wiping backsides on this ward long before you, mate.

Don't think you're going to get an easy ride. Come on, Jac.

I've worked on AAU.

It's carnage down there. Yeah, amongst the staff, I believe.

I wonder how Morven's getting on.

Contemplating her actions and potentially short-lived career,

I imagine. You don't think they're going to sack her, do you?

Why would you care? Because she's my colleague.

And my friend.

I thought she was, anyway.

It doesn't pay to make too many friends here, Fran.

What have we got? John Doe, found roughed up in town.

No ID, or records.

Paramedics say that he suffered a suspected

myocardial infarction in the ambulance.

Possible TIA. Some confusion and delirium, GCS is 10.

Christine?

Has he had any medication yet? IV fluids and morphine.

They want us to check cardiothoracic areas before we refer him to Elderly Care.

Good. OK. Let's get him booked in. ECG and an ECHO.

Let's have a head CT and a chest X-ray, please.

You OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

We need to clear beds as quickly as possible, we've got

an overflow from ED. We're on the rack.

Bay four, a suspected perforated appendix,

been sent up to Keller, likewise the sigmoid volvulus in bay two.

Picture of efficiency.

When was the last time that we worked the ward together? 2011.

You were contemplating Just For Men or going full-on Silver Fox.

I think you made the right choice, by the way. Very dapper.

Ha-ha. You're still not sharing my parking space.

What if I said I could introduce you to Premier League footballer

Viktor Lumionne?

He's here? No, but his wife is

and I'm sure he'll be along to see her at some time.

Ta-da!

Hi, babes. You two know each other? We were at school together.

More than that! We hunted in packs!

So, what seems to be the problem, Mrs Lumionne?

Ooh!

How did you get that?

I'm not sure, but it's definitely got worse the last few days.

So you finally got your boobs done!

Lush! Birthday pressie from hubby.

Oh. Is that for you or for him?

I'll get you my surgeon's number, if you like.

No offence, but it looks like things have gone south a bit since I last saw you.

Make it quick. That's who your John Doe is.

I didn't say anything on the ward, for obvious reasons.

Shut the door.

OK.

Let's be logical about this. So what if he's Daniel Brown?

It just shocked me, seeing him again after all these years.

He's just another patient.

Let's treat him and get him up to Elderly Care.

Matteo and Zosia can treat him.

I'd rather be in control of this situation, if it's all the same.

Is that wise? He might recognise us. So what if he does?

This might not be the best place for you to be today.

No! You're not sending me home.

I am not running away from that man again!

He has to live with what he did every day of his life.

Someone has obviously given him a pasting.

It happens to dirty old men, apparently.

Take something from that.

But we are here to do our jobs.

So, what's the plan?

Treat and street, like I said.

Get him off the ward as soon as possible.

Make it like it never happened.

Please, tell me you've fixed it.

You still need to go to the garage, but it should get you home.

Oh, I could kiss you!

I promised Parker I'd take him to football later.

This is Gillian Walters. Passed out on a flight back from Africa.

Vomiting, abdominal pain, high temperature and a sore throat.

I'll be fine, honestly. There's no need for all this fuss.

Let's get you checked out anyway, shall we, Gillian?

So, when did all this start?

Er, 1984.

Band Aid. I'm not with you.

That was Great Aunt Betty's first introduction to the suffering

that was going on over there.

She lives out in Africa, does she?

No, don't be silly. No, she hated flying.

Didn't leave the UK her entire life.

She was a lovely woman. She'd do anything to help you.

She did everything for the local community, from starting up

a credit union to making fig jam for all the church fairs.

That makes my two quid a month for charity seem somewhat inadequate.

OK. Let's get you started off with some blood tests, shall we?

COUGHS

Er, Raf.

Lofty reckons it shouldn't cost much to do a proper fix on the car.

I really can't thank you enough...

Lofty!

Bloods and chest X-ray are clear, just some heavy bruising. Head CT?

Shows no signs of infarction.

Any earlier confusion was probably due to mild concussion.

He's lucid now. Good. Evidence of ischemia. Course of treatment?

Keep him monitored. Treat him with cardiac enzymes and GTN 15/50.

Very good. Make it so.

He's lucid. So are we. Let's keep it that way.

Mr Brown, I'm Ms Naylor. I'll be your consultant today.

Ah! You'll be the boss lady Dr March told me about.

Nurse Reynolds, can you take updated observations, so I can talk Mr Brown through his test results?

Of course.

Do you keep fit, Mr Brown? Just dog walking.

My daughter bought me a puppy two years ago. Keeps me on my toes.

Well, all your blood tests came back within normal levels.

You did suffer a mild heart issue,

but that should be resolved with treatment and bed rest.

I'll be all right? In time.

Do you remember what happened at all?

Is that really Viktor Lumionne's missus?

Cos, like, I mean, Mikey would kill for an autograph!

She was Susan Harley back in the day.

She changed her name to back up her wild child image.

Susan wasn't really cutting it. Bit of a party animal?

Well, she didn't used to be. She was a grade A student.

Head girl at school, captain of the netball team.

We used to be good mates back then, actually. So, what happened?

The wheels came off at university.

She got a taste for booze, raves, drugs. She was off the scale.

The family tried to keep her on a short leash,

but she just left and moved to London.

And you lost touch? By choice.

She seems to have calmed down now.

She's married, settled...

Get a drink inside her and hide your wallet!

Really? A gold digger!

We've all had our wild times.

People in glass houses and all that.

Who are we to judge? She's gorgeous, though, isn't she?

Did he say anything to you?

It was all over in a heartbeat.

One minute, I was walking Chip... Where's my dog?

Neighbour's collecting him from the police pound

and we'll be contacting your daughter.

You get so attached to them, don't you?

The thought of anything happening to him...

I'm sorry for all the questions, Mr Brown, but I need to establish

if you're suffering from anything more than a mild concussion.

I'm... I'm pretty sure he said nothing.

Did he take anything at all? I passed out for a while.

I don't know where my stuff is.

Would you recognise him if you saw again?

Just another street rat hoodie.

They all look the same, don't they?

Yes, well, the police would like to see you

when we've given you the all-clear.

Excuse me for asking, but don't I know you from somewhere?

Have you ever been admitted with heart problems before?

Never. Then I very much doubt our paths have crossed.

Was that all completely necessary? Stay away from him, Fran.

He'll be out of your life and gone for good soon enough.

Well, it looks like some sort of subcutaneous abscess.

It just started like a little scratch. Do you have any pets?

Just my horse, Bella.

Well, horsefly bites can develop into this sort of thing.

OK.

If I may...

What are you doing?

We just need to be sure that the infection isn't spreading.

We'll need FBC U, please.

So what's the plan, then? I pop a pill and it's gone by the weekend?

Yeah?

The abscess is fairly well established, so we need to drain it,

using a simple procedure, which we perform under a local anaesthetic.

You're going to have to put me under for that.

Doesn't like the sight of claret, our Chevonne.

Do you remember that nosebleed you had in year nine?

OK, well, we'll try to find you a theatre slot,

but I'll warn you, we are quite busy today.

Is it going to leave a scar? Nothing a bit of bio-oil won't solve.

Or if not, a tasteful tattoo.

Viktor made me get a mole removed from my back.

Said he couldn't stand my skin not being flawless.

Oh. Doesn't he sound like the doting and attentive husband!

Oh, he's a lovely guy, really.

You should have seen the wedding, Donna.

He spent 15 grand just on the dress!

Big fat gypsy style?

I really wanted you there, you know?

You were going to be my chief bridesmaid.

Chevonne, you did what you always do when there's a man on the scene -

drop your mates like a hot rock. I'd had enough. Don't be like that!

I was young and in love! Mm.

So, come on, then. Tell me about your Jared.

We are ecstatically happy, thank you very much.

Bet you barely see him, now he's playing up north.

Well, you know, it keeps it fresh.

Ms Naylor, I'm bogged down with Hanssen's red tape

and you pass your morning theatre list on to me?!

I've got stuff to do.

You call a case of Daniel Brown's insignificance "stuff to do"?!

He's my patient.

There's absolutely no reason for you to be treating him.

Look, he's an old family friend with a fear of all things medical.

He trusts me as a consultant, not some wet behind the ears...

Erm, I'm standing right in front of you.

Once he's discharged, I'm all yours.

Well, that showed her!

Enough, Dr Ford.

Everything all right, Mr Rossini?

Of course.

You just look a little deflated, not your usual swash and buckle, I thought.

Is leadership not suiting you?

My swash and buckle is just fine, Mr Hanssen.

No need for you to worry.

It was just a drunk conversation after a bad day at the office.

I didn't know you were going to go through with it!

And how is that helping me?!

The police are involved now and everything!

Don't you hang up on me...!

I think Mr Di Lucca still has the hots for us.

Yeah, well, you don't miss them until they're gone.

Especially when they're still under your nose every day.

He needs to get her out of his system.

Maybe I could take him training for this marathon or something.

And how, pray tell, is running going to help

when he has an Essie-shaped hole in his heart?

I'm sure they'll work it out, if it's meant to be.

That's very big of you. All things considered.

If I am I because you are you, and you are you because I am I,

then I am not I and you are not you.

But if I am I because I am I, and you are you because you are you...

..then I am I, and you are you.

What's that meant to mean?

It's only when two truly compatible people get together

that love can really blossom.

That's way too deep for me.

I know, that's quite deep for Mr Levy, actually.

The question is, who are you talking about?

Me.

Er, yeah. Mr Levy was just imparting some relationship advice.

Said that I should put the past behind me

and not let the future scare me.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

You told me to stay away.

Has he been transferred yet?

No, but ED sent up his belongings.

Is that supposed to mean something to me?

Wasn't a mugging.

Well, bad things happen to bad people, like you said.

Well, unless he's not saying anything.

What do you mean?

Well, he's the one with the past to hide.

If I wanted something bad to happen to a bad person, I'd certainly

make sure they knew who it had come from, otherwise what's the point?

Is there anything you want to tell me, Fran?

You think I had a hand in this? I wouldn't blame you.

I can't believe you'd even think... I apologise. I just needed to know.

Gillian Walters' test results are back.

Raised CRP and white blood cell count suggests infection.

Blood film? Still waiting on the results from the lab.

What do you think it is? Well, she is just back from Africa,

so it could be malaria. But we'll have to have it confirmed.

Gillian, we've just had some of your blood test results back

and they are showing clear signs of infection.

Nothing chicken soup and a week's worth of daytime telly won't kill.

Temperature's rising. 38.2. Right.

Well, can we give her IV paracetamol for that? Sure.

What's wrong with me?

We're still waiting on your blood film results,

but my money's on the flu for now.

Mustard powder in the bath and gargle with salt water.

I'm sorry? Great Aunt Betty's cures for colds and lurgy.

Maybe we should get her in for a second opinion.

You'd have a job. She's been dead a year.

OK, well, you've got two sisters down here as your next of kin.

Would you like me to...? No.

They're dead to me too.

All right, well, let me know if you change your mind.

TEXT ALERT

HE CHUCKLES

Yeah, yeah. My sides are splitting, mate!

Actually, I could use your advice about something.

No, it's not about my chassis.

I'll see you there.

You might want to put Mr Brown's transfer on ice.

Fran's just seen him napping.

Apparently, he's been drifting in and out.

I'm also concerned about circulation. Apparently, his hands are very, very cold.

OK, let's do a further platelet count, just to be on the safe side, and repeat the scans.

Fran, can we get a chest CT scan, an ECHO, ECG

and a platelet count, please? Of course.

I thought we'd agreed you'd stay away from him.

Ah, it's OK. I'm sticking to the plan.

The house is beautiful.

It's a green belt barn conversion with stables attached.

It's a bit isolated,

but Bella keeps me company while Viktor's away training.

Living the dream. Results are in.

There's no issues, but the urine test threw up a little surprise.

What do you mean? You're pregnant, Mrs Lumionne. I'm what?!

Up the duff. Bun in the oven.

Congratulations.

Welcome to the world of stretch marks and sore nipples.

Well, you'd better cancel her theatre slot.

I'd rather not put you under if you're pregnant.

And are you OK to assist with the irrigation? Yep.

Get her prepped, please.

What is Viktor going to say?

Well, traditionally, it's whoop, followed by cigars and jokes

about being the Sperminator, if Jared's anything to go by.

Nurse?

Nurse!

You over there!

Ahem.

Have you heard from my daughter?

Not as yet, no.

Did you find my belongings?

They're all in the safe, waiting for you.

My watch?

A little bit scratched, but otherwise intact.

It was a gift from my colleagues when I left work.

The Carmichael Trust.

Yes.

How did you know?

I was in your care back then.

It's good to see you.

I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me back then.

Well, I should chase up that transfer.

You know, if you'd just cut Dr Ford some slack,

it's only a signature and he will love you forever.

He hasn't earned my signature!

SHE SOBS

Zosia, fresh bloods and a clean-up crew, please. Are you OK?

What's going on with you two today?

Sorry, I just needed to get some air.

Brought hubby up to speed?

I take it baby news isn't exactly good news?

No, no, it's great. Oh.

We've been trying for ages. Oh, that's good.

Does he know that?

Been doing a little pension planning, Chevonne?

Could I not possibly just have desperately wanted a child?

I... I haven't spoken to him for a couple of weeks.

Moved back to my mum's.

He's not tried to contact you or...?

I know he's been seeing someone else. Have you got cast-iron proof?

I found an earring in his car. Ah.

That old classic.

Isn't that how you got rid of his last wife?

Sorry.

That was out of order. I'm sorry.

Come here, you. Oh!

I'm sorry.

Come on, it's going to be all right.

I know how hard this must be for you.

He cares more about his dog than he did for me.

What about his daughter?

She probably dotes on him. No idea what he really is.

That's none of our business.

He knows who I am. I was under his care.

Take the rest of the day off.

I could see the cogs turning.

Go home, Fran.

So, basically, you're missing the nookie.

Nookie? Is this 1991? Well, so what is it, then?

Go on, relight the furnace and jump back in. And hurry up, will you?

Cos you're ruining my break.

I read this thing recently about workplace relationships.

Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty! It said there's no such thing as friends with benefits.

That sooner or later, one of the participants... Ooh! You're really going for it now!

Speed up when you get towards the end! One of the participants will develop feelings, beyond the...sex.

And the one participant being you, I assume?

Which is why you've asked for the therapy session.

I get it.

It's her you're missing, not the nookie.

So, what do I do about it, genius?

Well, you tell her how you feel about her for a start!

Do you know what?

You're right.

Play the waiting game.

Yeah.

Yeah, wait for the dodgy patch after the honeymoon period.

You know, when the sex has gone bad. Who said she's seeing someone?!

Well, it's going to happen. I mean, if it's not already.

She's working double shifts and she's looking after Parker. She's got no time to see someone.

Those stolen glances at the school gates.

That lycra-clad Adonis in boxercise.

The next bloke who fixes her car.

Don't pick at it. I'll have it.

Hi.

Can it wait? I'm on my lunch.

It's just, there's a guy with a suspected broken heart on the ward.

Aw! I'll send him up to Darwin.

You know...

..when I first found out about your little arrangement with Raf...

I'm not going to lie to you, it hurt like hell.

Where's this going, Sacha?

I think the most important thing to me is to see you happy again.

And if that's with Raf, then... Then so be it.

It's...complicated.

Life's really messy with Parker and everything.

You've got to promise me

you're not going to worry about hurting my feelings.

I...

I really like him.

We had a thing and it fizzled out.

Not from where I'm standing.

I mean, the way he looks at you, you know, the way he tries to help you.

I don't know what I want.

Besides, I come as a package now. I have to think of Parker first.

Well, we both know how messy life can be.

Mm.

Come on, you guys could be great together.

I think you should go for it.

What have you got to lose?

You're still here.

I'm OK.

I've sorted myself out.

I really need this. No, you need therapy, Fran.

I'm telling you this as a friend, not your senior. Yeah, yeah.

Look, how many times have we been through this?

You've never really been there for me, have you, Jac?

MACHINE BEEPS Can I have some help in here, please?

He's gone into VF. I got the test results back. Platelets were low.

I was checking the infusion and the lights went out. Crash trolley!

Look up for me, please.

Have you ever had any liver problems?

No, nothing like that. Green tea total.

Gillian, I managed to find your sister for you.

You've got some brass neck on you, asking for me to come in!

I told you not to call anyone. I don't want her here.

This is all my fault. Let's get you some privacy.

Where's the money, sis? Because if you've come home with your tail between your legs,

you had better have full pockets!

It's gone! Spent! It's not lining your pockets anyway.

Can you take her away, please? Oh, that's charming.

You jump ship with our inheritance and you expect me to greet you with open arms!

Look, your sister is very ill and doesn't want to see you

at this point in time, so if you could just respect her wishes.

You'd never have thought we used to be inseparable.

Thick as thieves as kids, we were.

The paracetamol's not touching your fever and you've got signs of

jaundice in your eyes, so I'd like to run some more tests,

if you don't mind.

I'm so sorry. It wasn't written in the file.

Could you put barrier protocols in place, please?

Why? What are we dealing with here? I want to run blood serology

and antigen tests to rule out some possibilities.

You committed the cardinal sin, reacting like that, Chevonne.

Bide your time, collect your facts.

Couldn't help it. I genuinely believed we loved each other.

He didn't even deny it.

What is it that you think you're in love with? Is it him?

Or the lifestyle?

I...

I wanted it all.

Comes at a price, though.

Has Jared ever...? I wouldn't know.

I haven't seen him in more than six weeks.

That's what we buy into, though. You know?

The football comes first and we're just the support act.

Why don't you just move up north and live with him?

Well, he's pushing really hard for that, but I want to stay local.

He's all right with that?

Likes to think being a stay-at-home mum and providing for me

makes me happy.

And does it?

Be careful what you wish for.

Sorry to break up the school reunion,

but we're ready to do your procedure, Mrs Lumionne. Could you just give us a minute?

Er, Mr Griffin's doing the chasing, so that's a big fat no.

Oh. Just want to say, though, massive fan of your husband's.

That goal he scored in the replay was... Ahem.

I'll, um, tell him you'll be free in a minute, then.

I just don't know how he's going to react.

A Band-Aid baby might be just what the two of you need.

Come on, let's get you patched up.

BP's dropping, 60/30. Charge.

His last reading was around 120/80.

I got a fresh chest CT scan, like you asked.

Clear.

MACHINES BLEEP

He's back in sinus. ECG and ECHO came back fine.

What is causing this?

The chest cavity's full of blood. Prep him for emergency theatre.

I'll scrub in. Not happening, Fran!

You have to save him! Why? For your sake?

I don't want you anywhere near theatre.

This conversation is far from over. You have lied to me! BP is low,

but it's holding. The rest of the team are on their way down.

Get another unit of platelets inside him,

make sure there's at least six units of cross-match, please,

and tell Dr Ford to update the police.

Maybe this is karma. Giving us what we need.

What are you talking about? This could all end today.

You could make it happen.

Oh, God! What am I saying?!

What's wrong with me?

I initially suspected malaria, but the persistent fever, cough,

and her travel history are now suggestive of MERS Coronavirus.

And the health organisations have warned us to be on the lookout.

She's also slightly jaundiced, so we have to look at the possibility of yellow fever as well.

What's her bilirubin? 60.

I've informed the School of Tropical Diseases that we might have a case.

So, with that in mind, I have no choice

but to put the entire ward onto lockdown.

No-one in or out, OK?

It's just precautionary,

but we can't ignore the fact we're facing an emergency situation here.

There's no known cure for MERS, or yellow fever.

The patient either rides it out or... So, how long could this

be for? The incubation period is five days for both,

so I think we're looking at a week, just to be on the safe side.

I understand. I totally understand, we all have a life outside these four walls.

But I'm really, really sorry. I cannot take the risk.

All right, I'm going to go and call Hanssen.

I can't believe this is happening. I can't leave Parker for a week.

I can have a word with Fletch. I'm sure he'll help you out.

Really? It's like feeding the 5,000 round his house anyway.

What's one more mouth? Thank you.

Is this really wise, given his concussion?

We don't have much choice. He's probably bleeding to death. Open the retractors more, please.

He's got a lot to thank Fran for. Could be up in Elderly Care by now.

Right, BP's holding.

Not as bad as I expected. Suction.

Bleeding's stopped. Making it all the harder to find.

We're still going to have to do a repair, or it could go again at any time.

Retract the heart, please.

Argh, more suction.

It's coming from a tear in the aorta.

Clamp, please, before he bleeds out.

BEEPING

He's gone into VF.

LONG BEEP Defib, please. Charge to 10!

You ready to go on bypass?

Charging.

Clear.

DEFIB THUMPS

LONG BEEP

Charge to 20.

Charged.

Clear.

DEFIB THUMPS

BEEPING

What do you want to do?

I can't believe we're going to have to be on the ward for a whole week.

Don't worry, I've got a bottle of single malt and some travel games in my locker.

Good to go? Yeah.

Is it true?

What I've got?

We haven't had a positive diagnosis,

so let's keep looking on the bright side.

But if I have got this virus, it could kill me?

Well, we're here to make sure that doesn't happen.

I want to see my sister.

I need to make my peace with her.

OK, you're going to need to come in on a daily basis

to get the wound checked,

while there's still a risk of further infection.

I can pop round after work, if you like.

Be good to see your mum again.

Get some wine in. Bitch about men.

It'll be just like old times.

Only no wine for you!

I spoke to Viktor. Yeah?

He's coming over. Even though they've got a game tonight.

Well, that's a good sign. You can put a bet on the opposition,

now you know their star striker's out.

I never bet. You know that.

Mm-hm.

What you said about being a stay-at-home mum.

Does Jared even know you're back working again?

Does he, heck!

Look, I'll be honest with you, my brain was turning to mush.

There's only so much CBeebies a girl can take.

I really thought I could do it all again for Amber,

but I barely got through Mia's early years.

Does that sound really bad?

OK. We're going to need some langenbacks or some cat's paws.

This abscess is lying deeper than I thought.

Ooh!

What's happening?

Nothing to worry about, Chevonne. It's just a little bleeding.

Right, can you tell Fletch that we may need to put her under?

No! It's not happening! Chevonne, this is going to hurt.

This local anaesthetic just isn't going to cut the mustard.

You said before that it could affect the baby.

You're going to have to fix me up here.

So be it. Can you keep on applying pressure, please?

Donna, tell me the truth. How bad is it?

You'll be all right, as long as you don't bleed out.

Donna!

Crack on while she's out, she won't feel a thing.

I'm not allowed to see her?

Not until we know what we're dealing with, I'm afraid.

She's come back to apologise, I know she has.

And I may never see her again.

Well, I can give her a message, if you want to tell me what it's about.

Money. Pettiness.

What are these family things ever about?

Um, thanks for offering

but I think it's something that we can only do face-to-face.

Can't you help her out? My hands are tied. It's unnecessary exposure.

Infection Control would have my neck on the block.

All we can do now is wait.

BEEPING

Are you going to call it?

No, let's give him a bypass.

What are you doing?

Don't question me, just do it.

Ready for patch.

OK.

Let's get this right. We've only got one chance.

So, you still meals for one and full control of the telly remote, then?

If it wasn't for Parker,

I'd be a hair's breadth away from taking in stray cats.

Pretty lonely in my gaff without the Fletcher clan.

Well, you should get out more. Er, this is me getting out.

Right, let's try it.

It's comfy!

I do miss our pillow talk. Oh, what?

Talking about the stress of work, before one of us

falls asleep with exhaustion?

Do you think this constitutes as a date?

Er, enforced isolation due to threat of potentially lethal contagion. Hm.

You are a romantic fool!

Does make you think, though.

If I didn't make it through this, would you miss me?

What's your name again? Charming!

Would you miss me?

Hey. Oh, yuck.

Um, Gillian Walters' serology and antigen results are back. Finally.

No sign of MERS and negative for yellow fever.

OK, the results are indicative of eosinophilia, particular

white blood cell result, which suggests a parasitic infection.

What does that mean? It means that no-one's dying.

Look, can you call the world and let them know?

And I'd like fresh LFTs, bloods and a liver ultrasound. Thanks.

What did I interrupt? Ooh, you're nosy, aren't you?

I lie awake at night...

..and I can still feel their hands on me.

Smell their stinking breath.

Hear their voices.

So you organised a hit on Daniel Brown?

I got drunk after the fallout with Morven.

Me and my mate, we were just chatting over everything.

Jasmine, Daniel...

And he suggested I might feel better

if an anonymous bit of rough justice was dished out.

And your mate took you at your word.

It was just drunk talk.

I didn't even think about it in the morning.

And then the next thing I knew...

You will still be my friend, won't you, Jac?

You said you'd help me. Well, I have.

Despite everything,

I really don't believe that you'd want to be complicit to murder.

You saved him.

He's on his way to HDU now.

There's no reason why he shouldn't make a full recovery.

Jac...

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

That was some stunt you pulled back there.

All right, have a go at me for saving you from searing agony,

why don't you?

Will the baby be all right?

Gynae think you're about eight weeks.

Oh! I remember you, old friend!

Before I exchanged you for buggies and baby wipes.

Have it.

No! Seriously.

It's yours. You have been a diamond to me today.

No way.

So, just waiting for my prescription and I'm out of here, apparently.

Do you want me to chase it up for you? No, don't worry.

Viktor's coming to pick me up.

You still haven't told him about the baby, have you?

I figured it was my trump card.

I thought I'd better play it face-to-face.

Like it.

You can threaten to go to the papers too!

I wish I was more like you.

You always did stick two fingers up at the world.

Well, he must mean business

if he's coming all the way over here just for a horsefly bite.

I'm thinking flowers, chocolates, maybe even a bit of bling.

You might clean up here.

Now, come on. Get your slap on. He'll be here soon.

I need to see you.

No, Jared. It can't wait.

I need to speak to you tonight.

This is unfathomable! Impossible to do in the time he's given me!

That's why they pay you the big bucks, boss man.

I've got a lovely mitral valve replacement lined up

later for some light relief.

How did Naylor cope with all this nonsense?

She has a template for every occasion, cut and paste, easy.

You're serious? Maybe if you're nice to her, she'll bequeath them to you.

She's testing you. Knows this is your worst nightmare.

Well, if Jac wants a fight, she's got one.

Well, I know who my money's on.

The meeting with the board has been brought forward to tomorrow morning,

Mr Rossini, I'm afraid, so I'll need your report first thing, please.

Right. Got to go. Zumba spin. Worst of both worlds!

I'll never ask for your forgiveness.

You're not asking for mine.

We both know what we've done. We're going to have to live with it.

MOBILE BLEEPS

The ultrasound found a moving mass in Gillian's common bile duct,

almost blocking it completely. Hence the jaundice.

She's not going to go all Alien on us, is she?

Some sort of giant tapeworm bursting out of her chest?

Better set phasers to stun, then.

Showing your age there, Raf.

OK.

Have a look at those little beauties.

Oh, that's revolting!

What the hell is that?

Phylum Platyhelminthes, commonly known as liver flukes.

Picked up from infested waters. How do we treat them?

We'll trawl it, clear the bile duct.

Are you going to put in a stent?

Yeah, if necessary, to keep the duct open.

And then we treat her with IV fluids,

painkillers and anti-parasitic drugs to clear any remaining flukes.

She'll be back on her feet in 48 hours.

That's a bit of an anti-climax.

Well, at least we all get to go home alive tonight.

Mm, some of us just to a box set and a meal for one, though.

At least lethal contagion was a little bit exciting.

Have you seen this?

Jasmine was very well liked.

Everybody loved her.

It's a shame you two couldn't get on.

Despite your best efforts, which I am thankful for.

I want you to turn yourself in to the police, Fran.

Why?

What does this mean?

And that's Momo, the head teacher.

I bet the kids can't thank you enough.

Are you accepting visitors?

Is Yvonne still here?

I didn't think you'd want to see me.

Oh, come here, you!

Oh, God!

What's all this?

This is the reason I left.

What I had to do for Betty.

It's what's going to bring us all back together.

So you got to the bottom of it all? Aunt Betty's estate.

She made Gillian promise to build a lasting legacy for her in Africa

after she passed away. You know, a school or an orphanage.

Left most of her money to her to complete the project.

And the family thought Gillian had talked her into it and then done a runner with the money.

Yeah, and hadn't spoken to her in over a year.

Gillian had finally come home to face the music.

Aw, that's such a shame that they left it this long.

Sometimes it's hard to get things off your chest.

Thank you again.

I can't believe you turned down her designer handbag.

Bet it cost more than my car!

But then, you probably don't need it, do you?

There's supposed to be more to life than money, Fletch.

Really? Well, when you find out what it is, let me know.

Here he is. This could be interesting.

Do you reckon I could get an autograph?

I wouldn't. There might be fireworks in a minute. Really? Yeah.

I like to think that I was successfully married.

Six times.

You little love god!

What was your motto? Don't get married if you can't take a joke!

Is everything all right at home?

It will be.

She was messing with my head, just like you are now.

I swear to you, it was an accident.

I pushed her, that's all that happened.

I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

You WERE there.

I didn't even know anything was wrong

until they brought her up to AAU.

You killed her.

No! No, no, I didn't.

I swear! It was an accident!

Please, please say you believe me, Jac. Please.

You left her there.

And you said nothing.

I tried.

I came to you, but what was I meant to say?

SHE SOBS

So, since we're still alive, we should celebrate.

What have you got in mind?

Somewhere quiet, intimate. No shop talk, though.

I think it's lay your cards on the table time.

Open and honest?

Are you going to tell me what's really going on up there?

I wish I knew, myself.

But I do know I can't spend my life wondering what if.

Am I your what if?

Yeah.

You and Anita Summers from year nine. Proper loved that girl.

Never found the cojones to tell her.

I'm not going to make the same mistake.

So, you're serious about being serious?

Deadly.

Unless...you'd rather not...

What if it didn't work out?

Then you'd finally have found all your courage to let it all go.

What? Sorry, bit of a Cure fan.

Are we good?

Yeah.

One step at a time.

Please, come with me, Jackie.

You can tell them how bad things have been for us.

There is no us.

I can't do this without you, Jac.

You have to let me go now, Fran.

The police are ready for you to give your statement now,

Nurse Reynolds, please.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

Is there anything you need?

I need to get back to work.

MACHINES BEEP

Oh!

What happened to me?

You suffered a hemothorax.

Blood was pouring into your chest cavity, suffocating your heart.

I nearly died?

You actually were dead for a short period of time.

Oh...

How can I ever thank you?

It was Nurse Reynolds, Fran Reynolds, who spotted it in time.

Do you want to know where you remember me from?

You and Yates.

All the suffering you caused those young girls.

BEEPING QUICKENS

Try and relax. Take some deep breaths.

BEEPING QUICKENS

We don't want to undo all that hard work now, do we?

BEEPING SLOWS

Good.

Sleep well, Mr Brown.

SHOUTING

Young generation, when they get mad,

the first thing they do is grab a gun.

There's a lot of questions that needs to be answered.