Donna gets a shock when she is dealt a cruel blow by her ex, but help is on hand from a surprising source. Dominic wants to uncover the truth about Lofty.
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Jared Baptiste, ring any bells? # Here comes the bride... #
-Does Jared even know you're back working again?
-Does he heck.
What the hell are you doing working here
when you should be shoe shopping with all the other WAGs?
What, can't a girl give a little something back?
This damn file isn't our son,
this is the record of the hell we lived through.
I couldn't marry Alice because I was in love with her brother.
I've never actually said that out loud.
What is this?
-But I thought?
You'll understand, I know you will.
I'm more of a jigsaw man myself.
-Yeah, me and my mum used to spend hours back in Clacton piecing
together tiny little bits.
-How long have you been together?
-We're not together.
-Not in the slightest.
We're barely friends.
MUSIC IN CAR
Who's put that smile on your face?
Come and look at this.
What's he doing?
I think he's hiding.
That looks like Griselda from Accounts.
He is a dark horse, that Lofty.
Why do you say that?
That looks suspiciously like the morning after the night before.
So, why don't you think him and Griselda could've been playing hide the salami?
Well... She's not his type. Obviously.
What do you mean by that?
-No, no, look. I would've known.
-Just leave it, Dom.
My gaydar is a finely-honed precision instrument.
Right, well, there you go, then.
But I could've been wrong.
We really should not be speculating about this.
He was engaged. To a woman.
Well, there you go, then.
But he did leave her at the altar, so...
Wait, did he leave her at the altar for a...for a man? He did!
Listen, I'm sure it's all very complicated and not something we should be discussing.
You haven't said anything to Lofty, have you?
No. He's oddly private about his sex life.
You gotta not tell him I said anything, OK?
Not that I have said anything...OK? Good.
But he's been being really nice, and he's thoughtful and caring...
what are you doing?
I wasn't aware that was linked to sexual orientation.
Well, no, it's not, what I'm saying is...
You have to promise me you do not say anything to Lofty.
Lofty never explicitly told me it was a secret
and I could be wrong about all of this - but it is his private life.
So he's bi?
Fine, fine. Mum's the word.
Feeding the 5,000?
Oh, er, no, just AAU.
Is there a famine?
A man of appetite, indeed.
Are you settling in? Sorry I haven't been down to see you.
Oh, it's OK. You've had...
Well, thank you. She's growing.
Tweenagers. It's a period of rapid change.
Not the only change since last I saw you?
Sorry, it's been declined.
I'm sorry. I have another card here...
No, no, no, allow me.
-Can't leave a man like Fletch going hungry.
-Is that him?
-No. The one on the left.
What are we looking at?
Jared Baptiste. Donna's fella.
Hunk. Why's he in the papers?
Because he scored at the weekend.
I brought cakes!
There she is. Our very own WAG.
You must be proud of the old man this weekend.
I mean, I know it's only pre-season but every goal counts, right?
-Especially at contract renegotiation.
Every goal adds a zero, so they reckon.
I'll take your word for it. Look, I need to go and get changed.
Will you save me a Danish? Thanks.
-Yeah, it's what they're called...wives and girlfriends.
Do you know what I look for in senior staff?
What characteristic I value above all others?
Leadership. Integrity. Loyalty?
The absence of baggage.
I'm not sure I understand...
In my capacity as CEO I've known many intelligent
and gifted surgeons.
Sensible, sober, dependable people
until the appearance of their baggage.
And believe you me, there's always baggage,
I sometimes feel that I preside here over a TV reality programme
rather than an elite medical institution.
Do sit down.
So I take your predecessor as Medical Director, Sam Strachan,
now, he had more than enough baggage to fill Gatwick Airport
and look where that's landed us! In chaos.
So I say to you, Ms Karnik, yes, leadership, integrity, loyalty -
they're all admirable qualities but give me an absence of baggage
and I'll show you workplace harmony.
So, I've...got the job?
I beg your pardon?
Medical Director. You said "your predecessor".
Yes, yes, yes. The position is yours...
..barring any calamities.
Yes, you are my recommendation.
The board should sign it off by the end of the day.
So I can...go?
To work. Now you've told me about the job.
That's why you asked me here, isn't it?
I suppose it is, yes.
So you're on Darwin today?
Yes. Two stage Ivor-Lewis oesophagectomy.
Oh. Give my regards to Mr Rossini.
Actually, I'm working with Ms Naylor.
Are you? Nevertheless, would you give my regards to Mr Rossini?
-What's that for?
In case I was a bit insensitive about the whole WAG thing.
-That's what they call us.
-Yeah, I know.
-So can you please explain that to Bernie and Morven?
-Your peace offering is rubbish.
What, you don't like Danish?
I love Danish. That's why I bought the Danish.
This Danish that you're offering me.
Yeah... I saved it for you.
I had to fight off a horde of ravenous HCAs. They're like zombies.
Ah, you're my hero.
Look, seriously, I meant no disrespect, I'm a big fan.
Yeah, well, get in line. Jared has a lot of fans.
I wasn't talking about Jared.
Now, that is a peace offering.
You tell that weasel, that my client doesn't get
out of his mistress's bed for 175 a week, let alone kick a football.
The price is 250K a week, plus a seven-figure signing bonus.
And that is just for starters.
-That's your problem.
I've got a thing.
Miss Lawley, Nurse Jackson here will be looking after you from now on.
-Miss Lawley...she's a...
-Whatever. Can we just get on with it, please?
Yeah. Your consultant will be along in a minute.
-Ms Lawley's a...
You know me?
I know your type.
Yeah, Nurse Jackson's got a whole six degrees of separation thing going on.
She's Jared Baptiste's better half.
Jared Baptiste. The striker...
Oh, hang on. Oh, that rings a bell.
My company doesn't usually deal with the lower leagues.
But Jared Baptiste. Yeah. I've heard things.
It says here you've got suspected hyperthyroidism?
Well, I don't think there's anything "suspected" about it, do you?
I need to leave you to it. I gotta crack on with my thing.
-Why are you changing catheters?
-Sacha wanted to keep me busy.
I've got something for you.
You are kidding!
I've been trying to get hold of these for months.
-You told me couple of weeks back.
No, no. I mean, how did you get them?
I don't know what to say.
I'll get the stalls next time!
Just need to find a date now.
Any one you want to impress, or...?
Um... Look, Lofty. There's something I've been meaning to ask you.
You don't have to answer cos it is quite personal.
Dom. It's your mum.
Tell her I'll call back.
No, he won't.
I've been calling him for weeks and got diddly squat by way of response.
Mum, what...what are you doing here?
Sorry, is this going to take much longer?
-Cos it was only a dizzy spell.
Got somewhere you need to be?
Transfer window's open. I've got 100 places I need to be.
When were you diagnosed with Graves' disease?
About a year ago.
And you've been on anti-thyroid medication ever since?
Erm, yeah, carbimazole.
No surgical intervention?
Well, it's been suggested. But I just haven't had the time, so...
My line of work doesn't brook absence.
PHONE CHIMES Temperature 38.6.
See, that's just a virus. That's nothing out of the ordinary.
Perhaps - but your heart rate's elevated, and you're feverish.
I'd like to run some more tests if it's all the same to you.
-Keep her hydrated. 1 litre Hartmann's.
And order some thyroid function tests, please.
How long have you been a nurse?
Long enough. Why's that?
It's not often you see a WAG that remains in gainful employment
after they hit the jackpot.
Well, maybe I'm not your average WAG.
Maybe Jared Baptiste's a different kind of jackpot?
I'm going to go book those scans.
Sorry, have I spoken out of turn?
No, not at all.
It's just, you hear stories.
Do you? Well, you shouldn't believe everything you hear.
And I'd appreciate it
if you kept that kind of idle gossip to yourself.
Out there, I'm Mrs Jared Baptiste, WAG - and fair game.
But in here, I'm Nurse Donna Jackson,
and I deserve a little bit more respect.
Nurse Jackson - visitor.
Donnatella Marigold Jackson, I hope you're happy!
My niece, Mia.
What are you doing here?
I'm here because you've completely and utterly ruined my life!
I see dramatic entrances run in the family.
Watcha waiting for?
Just two blokes chillin', waiting on their wimmin...
What's the problem, Dr Ford? You appear unduly nervous.
Nervous? What have I got to be nervous about?
I'm being assessed on a range of standard F1 techniques
by the hospital's Junior Doctor Lead.
You're a gifted doctor. This is not a problem.
It's not the exam, it's the examiner.
Dr Digby? She is very nice.
Well hot, too.
I sometimes get awkward around beautiful women. Blurt stuff.
It's really embarrassing.
I understand. I was once a nervous ingenue like yourself.
I wouldn't say ingenue. I've done...
Imagine she is naked.
When you feel yourself unable to concentrate or about to
"blurt stuff" imagine Dr Digby is standing in front of you naked.
I'm not going to do that.
It's stupid. And pervy.
It's not supposed to be erotic.
It's supposed to be ridiculous. It's an established technique.
I do it all the time.
You're not doing it now, are you?
No, I'm not.
Try it. It's what changed me from a shy, lonely,
secchione into the man you see before you today.
Mr Hanssen wanted me to send you his regards. Consider them sent.
Stop. We need to talk.
Can't. Got a surgery with Ms Naylor.
Jac is ill. Another CT surgeon has been asked to step in.
Who? Oh, no.
We will dance together once again.
They make such a lovely couple, don't they?
She's divorcing him.
Oh, really? Shows what I know.
Right, Damon, are you ready?
Right. Explain yourself, please, young lady.
Mia, what are you doing here?
You're supposed to be on an all-expenses-paid geography
trip to Ireland. It's leaving in less than four hours.
It's Iceland not Ireland. And it's geology, not geography.
There's not much interesting about where Iceland is,
whereas what it's made of is totally fascinating.
-You forgot to pay the expenses.
All-expenses-paid trip? You forgot to pay the expenses.
All school fees are on a direct debit from the joint account.
Not this time.
Oh, I'm sorry. Look, I'll get it sorted, OK?
-Cross my heart.
Oh, Fletch, is it all right if I park Mia here for a bit?
Yeah, course it is. I mean, my kids spend
so much time here Hanssen's thinking about naming a ward after them.
Right, I have supplies.
We have paper. We have pencils, we have felts, we have crayons.
And one of them!
You bwought me a wowwipop?!
Yeah! Which little girl doesn't like a lollipop, hey?
Just go easy on him. He knows not what he does, OK?
So when did you start to feel the nausea?
A few days ago, I think.
A few? Well, how many is that?
Is that two, is that more than two?
Look, Mum, we need you to be precise.
Closer to a week. Six days.
Right, and have you been to see your GP?
What are you and Dad like?
Well, I didn't want to be a bother.
I thought it was just gas from our holiday in Marbella.
But then when the pain started...
Yeah - here. That was about two days ago.
Two days. And, what? You didn't call?
I did call. You didn't answer.
Well, I-I didn't realise... Sorry, what, you went to Marbella?
Marbella, Tenerife, Ibiza. Your dad and I have been travelling.
Dad hates travelling.
People can change, Dazz... Ooh.
You all right?
Yeah, it's OK. It just...
it hurts more when I sit up when I been lying down.
Possible Carnett's sign.
OK, Lofty. 1 gram of I/V paracetamol, please.
50 mgs anti-inflammatory.
FBC, U&Es and can you set up for an ultrasound?
Carole, we're going to take very good care of you.
So, you're Lofty?
Yeah. Dazzle mentioned you in one of his rare e-mails.
What did he say?
That he'd made a new friend.
You're right. He is nice.
School fees, including extras like Summer Camps are on direct debit.
-Payment was taken six weeks ago.
I haven't recalled a payment.
OK, look, if I can get the money to you in the next few hours
can Mia still go?
OK, great, thanks. You will have it.
Ah! Thyroid function tests.
Today would be nice.
Trouble in paradise?
Oh, hi, could you take Ms Lawley to the treatment room for her
thyroid tests, please? Thank you.
Ideal, that's me. I'm the "ideal candidate".
Boom! Thank you.
What are you guys doing?
Adrian's applying for Director of Nursing position. I'm helping.
English was never my strong point.
Well, it's certainly Mia's. And she can be quite annoying about it.
Director of Nursing, hey?
Yeah. Well, I think you should apply. You're qualified.
Oh, hadn't really thought about it.
Why would you? It's not like you need the money.
There are more important things than money. Like self-respect.
True. But the money don't hurt.
-Yeah, I can see how that might become annoying.
It's all right, I'll get over it.
Did you speak to Mr Rennick?
It was some mix up at the bank. Jared will sort it.
When are you going to tell me what's really going on with you two?
Hey, we will be fine, Mia, OK?
It's nothing for you to worry about. It's just adult stuff.
Whatever. I better get on with this.
English really isn't Adrian's strong suit.
"Adrian". Taken quite a shine to him, haven't you? Why's that?
He seems honest. I like that.
You're not Ms Naylor.
This is true.
Ms Naylor's been taken ill.
This is a disaster. I've been having second thoughts already.
Second thoughts about what?
Mr Grover, you have cancer of the oesophagus.
I'm aware of that.
There are signs that the cancer may have eroded through
the oesophagus and the aorta.
Without surgery, you will die.
-You've gone through three rounds of chemo to get to this point.
Don't throw it all away now. Talk to your wife.
I can't. She's dead.
She had a heart attack two weeks ago.
All that time she spent looking after me.
Caring for me.
And then bang. She's taken.
These last few years she lived just for me.
Now she's gone, I'm not sure I want to live without her.
Brian, I understand how you feel.
But now is not the time to give up.
Nina, I don't think Mr Grover is giving up.
Let's give him some to think.
This isn't a formal assessment.
My job is to help F1s practise techniques,
become more familiar with the day-to-day stuff.
So I thought I'd start with something as simple as cannulation.
What? Oh. Sure.
I just thought a human arm would be better than a dummy's.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Relaxation technique, Mr Rossini suggested for my nerves.
Right. Is it working?
No. It is not.
I can't imagine Mr Rossini ever getting anything wrong.
Where'd you stay in Ibiza?
-On the south side of the island...
-Tests all clear.
-What about the gall bladder?
-I'm just getting to it...
And then, at night, we'd scooter into town, slam some mojitos
and then head to Pacha for some banging tunes!
I'm sorry, who are you
and what have you done with the carcass of my real mother?
A-ha. Rectus sheath haematoma.
Ooh, that sounds nasty.
It's an accumulation of blood from burst vessels from the rectus
The question is why those vessels burst in the first place.
Do you smoke? Coughing fits like chronic smokers cough, can do it.
No, I don't smoke.
But I did have a bad cough about a week ago.
-Could that do it?
-Could a mild chest infection...?
-No, it wasn't that.
It was an allergic reaction to some herbal supplements your father
and I tried on holiday.
Sorry, what herbal supplements?
Oh, good god.
Epimedium? That's an aphrodisiac?
Yeah, that's right.
Our neighbours, Graham and Ed, recommended it.
Just kill me now.
They didn't do much for me but your father swears by it.
Well, he would.
Because epimedium is usually used for erectile dysfunction - not sure
there are any benefits going the other way, if you know what I mean?
That explains why Barry was up
and about every morning saluting the flag!
No! No, no, I'm going. Goodbye!
Oh, don't be such a prude, Dazzle.
You're never too old to try new things! Are we, boys?
What do you think you're doing?
-What does it look like?
-Like you're leaving.
Not just a pretty face, then.
-No, I have to.
Cos I have a client that has just been offered
a £15-million contract over three years.
He needs representation.
Come on, Ms Lawley. Let's get you back into bed.
-You're not listening to me.
-I am listening, I just don't care.
What I do care about is the fact that you've got a burning fever,
clear signs of dehydration and would be lucky to make it
500 metres without collapsing with exhaustion.
You don't understand.
If I don't represent him, someone else from my agency will.
Well, your player will get his money either way, then, won't he?
I don't get my commission.
Well, there's more important things in the world than money.
You and I both know that's not true.
In our world, money's the only way to keep score.
You cheap son of a...
Is Jared playing hard ball?
Oh, yeah. I know what you did.
You've done very well to keep it out of the papers so far
but it's only a matter of time.
I know you're feverish and not talking straight
but you know what, Ms Lawley, you can go to hell!
I've got your mum an ice pack and analgesics.
Great, thank you.
Yeah, yeah. Nothing decades of therapy won't fix.
Er, you wanted to ask me something before. What was it?
Um, oh, yeah...
I was just going to ask if you wanted the other ticket...
the plus one.
Oh, you should take someone you care about, someone close to you.
Now, HE is a catch.
Lofty? What makes you think he's on my team?
I have a sense for these things. A grinder.
OK, two things. Firstly, it's not a grinder, it's a gaydar.
And secondly, you have a terrible gaydar.
It took you 20 years to figure out that I was gay
and that's only because I literally had to paint you a picture.
Still wish you hadn't done that.
Yeah, well, if you have no idea your own son is gay then
I don't know how you're going to know anyone else is.
I just think it would do you good to get back out there, after Isaac.
Yeah, well, I don't have time to date.
I'm just coming up to my ST3s.
I have reports and other things to do.
Is that why you didn't call back?
Anyway, I don't know whether it's you or Dad who's having this
latter-day mid-life crisis but it needs to stop.
We're just enjoying our retirement.
You're acting like freshers. It's embarrassing.
Well, there's nothing wrong with trying to spice up your marriage
now and then.
You'd know that, if you'd been in a stable, loving
relationship for more than five minutes.
Oh, I'm sorry, Darren. That was uncalled for.
No, no. It's pretty accurate.
I can't judge.
So I won't.
Have you gone stark raving mad?
This is possible but I do not think it likely.
If Mr Grover does not have that surgery he will die.
Sooner, rather than later.
We know this. He knows this.
So you're an advocate of suicide now?
I'm an advocate of allowing the process of grief to run its course.
He doesn't have that kind of time.
Let's give him as much as we can.
Matteo, you haven't signed the divorce papers yet. Why?
I, too, need the process of grief to run its course.
I'm still on stage one.
We haven't got that kind of time either.
You need to sign them today. It's been 21 days.
There's a process that has to be followed.
We have been dancing to this tune for years.
Why does it have to end right now?
Because I'm going to be Medical Director.
If we're going to work together we need a clean slate.
Please, don't make this any harder than it has to be.
With his wife gone, Mr Grover can see only reasons to die.
Maybe he needs a reason to live.
Richard, I want to speak to my husband, not his poxy agent.
Would you just put Jared on the phone, please?
I know he's not training.
He's standing behind you in that room hiding like he always does.
Just put him on the phone.
Please, this is my kids' lives that he's messing with.
His child's life...
No, I am not bringing Amber back,
she's a kid, she's not a bargaining chip.
Hey, squirt. How are you?
Yeah, of course. Just, um...
just been seeing about getting that money across from the bank.
You know. It's just a school trip.
Maybe we should just forget it.
No. You have been looking forward to this all year. You're going.
How's that application coming along?
Done. Adrian reckons it's so good he should ask for an advance!
Yeah... I'd better get back to work, OK?
Ah, Mia said you were here.
I need an advance.
Really? OK, well, I'll see about putting in a request.
Do you need to tell me something?
-Dom, quick, play along...
Sorry. I've got no time to explain, OK? Just play along.
-Ah... What was that?
-I'm so going to hell.
Yes, but what was that?
That was Griselda, who I bought the tickets from.
I took her for a drink to say thank you and to cut a long story
short, she got the wrong end of the stick.
So something had to give.
Right, and you couldn't just tell her that you weren't interested?
I tried. But she's a bit...
I was going to say "needy". But, yeah.
So, you're not dating, then?
Nah, she's not my type.
And what is your type?
I thought I said for Carole to keep that ice pack on for two hours.
I told her that.
Where is she?
And you walked out on him?
Six weeks ago.
You've been living in a hotel room this whole time?
Why didn't you say something?
I know that sounds stupid.
I'm no-one to judge on that count.
It's also partly for show.
Jared is no Wayne Rooney but he does have an image to protect.
So what happened? If, you don't mind me asking?
There were a few reasons.
Some more important than others.
I can probably guess.
Been living off my wages and an "allowance".
But with the hotel bills, and Amber's childcare,
I've barely been making ends meet, to be honest.
And now he's cut you off completely?
Yeah, to try and force me back. Cap in hand.
Can he even do that?
I mean, can't you get yourself a solicitor?
I don't know. I certainly can't afford one.
I wish there was something I could do.
Yeah, you already have.
I didn't realise how much I needed to get some of this off my chest.
How's Mia handling it?
She doesn't know?!
She's asking more and more questions and I just,
I can't face telling her everything just yet.
She's going to figure it out sooner or later
and it's going to be better coming from you.
I know. I just...
Bernie needs me.
Donna. It's not my place, but I'm going to give you my advice.
Take a day. Gather your family and tell them. Everything.
Bitter experience speaking here.
You and Nora have two children and five grandchildren.
Yeah. What's your point?
You're looking for reasons to live.
That's at least seven by my count.
They've just lost their grandmother.
And losing their grandfather's going to make things better?
Are you married?
We were married for 42 years.
All that time we had one another. Good times and bad, right?
Then I got sick.
She looked after me but I stayed sick.
And it hurt her.
It caused her pain just to see me wasting away.
She tried to hide it because she loved me...
..but I could see it because I loved her.
Have you any idea what it's like to hurt the person you love most
just by being around them?
To cause them pain just by your presence in their life?
And now she's gone.
And there's nothing.
Just a hole.
And I look at this hole and I don't know what to do.
Fill it. With new memories, new experiences.
Children, grandchildren. Something. Anything.
One day, the hole will be filled.
Do you believe that?
I have to.
Let's go to theatre.
Ignoring doctor's orders again?
Oh, I'm sorry, I needed a breath of fresh air.
Darren, I'm sorry about what I said before.
No, I don't think it was.
It wasn't fair. And it wasn't true.
Well, look, if it's any consolation, I think you were right about Lofty.
About him being on my team.
I told you my grinder was good.
Whatever. He's nice, I can tell.
You deserve that. Someone nice.
I don't think "deserve" comes into it.
Yes, it does. You deserve better.
Why do you keep saying that?
Because it's true. I just wish you could believe it.
Did he hurt you, Darren?
Isaac. Did he...
I, I ended things with him, so...
That's not what I'm asking.
Did Isaac hurt you?
Oh, Darren. I'm so sorry.
Oh, it hurts.
That'll be the haematoma. We need to get you into X-ray.
Surgery? No, I am feeling so much better already.
Your temperature and fever are only coming down
because of the I/V paracetamol.
Well, that's good, right?
Well, it means we're treating your symptoms. Not the problem.
Thyroid function tests show your TSH is undetectable.
Free T3 and T4 are high and getting higher.
Just give me carbimazole, and...
Your Graves' has progressed to a toxic, multinodular goitre.
You need surgery to avoid going into full thyrotoxic storm.
Yeah, but to remove the thyroid you'll be cutting into my throat.
I won't be able to talk for days. I can't afford that.
I don't think you understand.
I'm sorry, can't it wait until after the summer?
You need surgery and you need it today.
That can't happen cos I need to be in Manchester in four hours.
Theatre's already booked.
Steroids, beta blockers, iodine and carbinazole.
Why are you so resistant to surgery?
Can't want to live with the goitre?
You wouldn't understand.
My voice is my career. Not my looks.
Not my boobs.
I cut deals that turn young footballers into gods.
You use sex to get your cut of the action.
You know nothing about me.
Oh, I know enough.
You know Richard James and I are old friends.
I'd forgotten Richard was Jared's agent. We had a good chat.
What, you've been checking up on me now?
I'll give you five grand
if you make sure I get discharged in the next two hours.
What?! You heard Ms Wolfe. You're going into surgery.
Just put it off. Tomorrow. Next week, whatever.
I need time - and you need the money.
-No. Just desperate, Donna.
Carole, the X-ray shows that you have an active haemorrhage.
We think your haematoma's burst.
We need to perform an emergency operation to find out
the extent of the bleeding, all right?
Yeah, yeah, I'm afraid so.
I don't want to be a bother.
Oh, don't be silly, you're not. You're going to be fine.
I'm going to scrub in.
No, you're not.
Darren? I love you.
Why do people lie?
Well, sometimes to protect themselves.
Sometimes to protect other people.
Why do people lie to themselves?
Because sometimes the truth is too much to bear.
Right, are you ready? Nurse Jackson might be a little worried.
Bernie's looking for you.
They're ready to move Andrea Lawley to theatre.
-What's the matter?
-It's Mia. She's run off.
Because I left my phone out and somehow she got into the messages.
So you had messages between you and Jared?
Look, she's a bright kid. She's not going to do anything stupid.
I see you're being quite radical in clearing away the tissue.
I've had to be due to the cancer.
Cutting alongside the entire oesophagus,
freeing it from every stricture.
Cutting it loose?
Removing the part that doesn't work so the rest of it can function.
Otherwise it's just...
If you're removing a part that's been a vital
part of a functioning organism...
a little care might be called for.
Sometimes you just have to rip off the plaster.
It's less painful that way.
I said "ditto"? I mean, who does that?
My mother goes in for surgery and says "I love you"
and I respond by quoting an early '90s classic.
She knows you love her, Dom.
Hmm. I just, I never say it.
She's going to be OK, Dom.
Hey, your mum's fine.
Surgery went well and she'll be back on her feet in no time.
W..W..what was that?
I just felt that...
That it was a moment between us.
We're friends, Dom.
I can't read you at all!
Are you gay or not?
Well, I'm not sure if that makes a difference, does it?
No. No, it doesn't. I'm sorry.
Right, if you put this on you will feel better.
No! You have made a big mistake...
Fletch. Can I have a hand?
Her BP is through the roof and her temperature was 38.4.
Right, er... Bernie!
You should have taken the money.
What's she on about?
Jared's not going to give you a penny. Not any more.
Let's get her into theatre before the gland haemorrhages.
Not after what you did to him.
Sorry, what she did to him?
Just leave it, Fletch.
He cut her off, leaving her penniless after cheating on her.
Is that what she told you? Victim? Yeah, woman scorned?
Just give it a rest.
Did she tell you how she took his child - HIS child,
not just her stray, and then she disappeared without giving
Amber so much a chance as saying goodbye to her dad?
-Did she tell you that?
Get her into theatre as quickly as possible!
I never meant to cause you pain.
You ran away, Matteo. You're always running.
I wasn't running away from you because I didn't love you.
I was running away from...
You were so full of hope that I couldn't see the pain you felt.
The pain I caused because I couldn't share that hope.
I never meant to cause you pain.
And if my presence still causes that I will do whatever it takes
to make it stop.
I've no wish to pry into your private affairs, Nurse Jackson.
But Mia did tell me something of what occurred with Kieran.
You do have my deepest sympathy.
And indeed, my congratulations on raising a truly remarkable child.
He's my former partner. We met here and...moved away together.
He was like a dad to Mia.
And is he...?
He was badly injured in Afghanistan. He recovered.
But...the nightmares came back.
In the end he left us before he could hurt us.
And then I met Jared.
And I thought I could be happy.
You don't have to explain yourself to anyone.
There is one person.
So, you've got a boyfriend?
What's his name?
None of your business.
Bit of a mouthful.
Let's just get on with the knot, yeah?
-Done the knot.
Hmm. That's actually pretty good.
I think the word you're looking for is "perfect".
And now you're sounding full of yourself.
It's the bantz. Releases all my nervous energy.
Allows me to focus.
Well, if it does the trick.
Certainly better than imagining you naked.
Funny thing happened.
I tried to kiss Lofty.
Yeah, I know.
He was really good about it, though.
Just goes to show that your gaydar is still off
after all these years.
I knew you were gay.
Probably before you did.
Long before that Marino kid and you had your thing that summer.
You knew about me and Tommy?
And I also knew why he bullied you after.
Cos he was ashamed and scared.
I put a stop to it.
But I left it too late.
I left a lot of things too late.
Why didn't you ever say something?
Cos I was protecting your father from feeling uncomfortable...
..and protecting myself.
Cos although I knew...
..I didn't understand, so it was easier to pretend.
And you were left to face it alone.
Left to feel you were somehow different. Somehow...
And I could see my...
my beautiful, loving boy become angry at a world
he didn't understand and that didn't understand him.
Because his mother didn't tell him that he wasn't different...
..and he wasn't wrong, and he wasn't alone.
No, it's not.
What that bastard did to you...
Wasn't your fault.
Yes, it was.
I knew he was a wrong'un, but I didn't say anything.
I'm your mother. I'm supposed to protect you.
And you do protect me.
You protected me from Tommy.
From Melanie Grainger in Year 4, who kept pulling my hair.
You've always been there.
In between me and the bad stuff.
What happened with Isaac didn't happen because of you.
But I was able to walk away from him because of you.
Because of the strength that you gave me.
You and Arthur and Zosia.
All the people I love.
I love you.
I'm sorry about Lofty. I really felt there was something there.
Yeah, well, I'll get over it.
You talking about Dad "saluting the flag", though...
THEY BOTH LAUGH
I made it?
You made it.
You start filling that hole.
A nice gesture.
Maybe he can start again.
Maybe we can too.
Whatever it takes to stop you feeling pain.
I didn't mean you.
When I said I knew what it was like to cause pain to someone
just by being around them.
I meant me.
The pain I caused you clinging on to the search, holding on to hope,
to the exclusion of all else, including you.
Our marriage and our life.
There was a hole and I needed to fill it.
And I filled it with hope.
The hole he left is still there.
Will becoming Medical Director help fill it?
Maybe we both need to make new memories.
Maybe we can do that together?
I see you've taken my instructions to give Mr Rossini my regards
Perhaps a little too much to heart.
Have you spoken to the board yet?
I'm on my way.
Then you should know,
in the interest of full disclosure that me
and Mr Rossini are reconciling and hoping to rebuild our marriage -
regardless of whatever baggage that may entail.
The only thing worse than people with baggage, Ms Karnik,
is people with baggage who insist on over-sharing.
My congratulations to you both, however.
Do you think...
It's not supposed to be erotic. It's supposed to be ridiculous.
Well, it's really pervy. And it's weird.
Mr Rossini says he does it all the time.
-What is he talking about?
-Nothing. Let's get out of here.
It's a myth anyway! It's absolutely not true.
Well, I know that now.
Look, about before...
Totally my fault.
Just one of those things.
Yep. We can just move on.
I don't want this to affect our friendship.
Well, look, it was just a mistake.
No, you know what? I don't mean that.
Look, Lofty, I kissed you because I find you attractive.
Because you are kind and decent and generous
and they are very attractive qualities.
I guess, yeah...
Look, I'm sorry for getting the signals wrong...
..but I'm not sorry for loving you a little bit.
Because I think you deserve it.
Who knows, maybe even I do too.
Promise not to try and kiss you again.
Nope, I can't. Got a hot date.
I'm sorry about summer camp.
No, it's not. I broke a promise to you.
And that's never OK.
It is this time.
I think I should explain what's going on with Jared.
I know what's going on with Jared.
He's using me to emotionally blackmail you into bringing
Amber back to him.
I'm so sorry.
No, it's not. It's horrible.
Donna, he's not my dad.
You shouldn't be caught in the middle of this.
You should have told me
that he was trying to hurt you this way.
I don't need the summer camp. I don't need the private school.
I need you to be happy.
He's not a bad man.
And we were happy.
You don't love him.
That's not quite true, Mia.
I don't mind you lying to me, but don't lie to yourself.
You know how I got into your phone, right?
Your passcode's Kieran's birthday.
Still. After all this time.
You still love Kieran.
And until you accept that, you won't move on.
And I think you need to move on for Jared's sake.
And for yours.
Come here, you.
That looks a bit like Dad.
Dad was never that thin.
-Yeah, look, look...
Oh, there's a lot of blue sky, Daz.
Let's have a rest, then.
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When Sacha accidentally drops a hint about Lofty, Dominic makes it his mission to uncover the truth. But when he takes some well-meaning advice from his mum, Dominic is unprepared for what unfolds.
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