The Evolution of Woman Holby City

-So I've...got the job?

-Yes, yes, yes.

The position is yours.

That does not mean you can give Hattie my number. Mum, Mum!

Mother, eh?

-Yeah.

-Trying to set you up?

-Yes.

I sometimes get awkward around beautiful women.

When you feel yourself unable to concentrate,

imagine Dr Digby standing in front of you naked.

Me and Mr Rossini are reconciling and hoping to rebuild our marriage.

ALARM

SHOWER WATER FLOWS

-DANCE MUSIC

-Hello...

SHE MUMBLES

Whoo!

Come on, love. It's time to get you home.

SHOWER WATER FLOWS

So, this is where you're making yourself at home?

Quite befitting a medical director.

At least you got to use your laminator.

-I'll laminate you in a minute.

-An early start.

When is the big pitch?

Not till this afternoon.

In that case, I wish you all the luck in the world.

To brighten the place up.

Thank you.

Look, survival of the fittest.

PAGER BEEPS

It's show time.

SCREAMING

THEY BOTH SCREAM

NO! No, no. NO! You can't go in here.

I can't go back in there.

You got a big-ass spider in there.

Plus, I'm kind of naked under here...

Ugh...

You're early! Welcome back.

Well, you know what they say.

Punctuality is the politeness of kings.

He went into SVT during my consultation this morning.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr Locke.

Ms Karnik, I'm guessing? Likes to sing your praises, this one.

Stop it, I'll blush. Let's take Mr Locke up to Darwin.

So you still haven't filled Jasmine's room then?

You know, if you're looking for a roommate...

I'm not.

Anyone would think you don't want to be seen with me.

Ten points for observation, Damon.

A distinct change of mood from last night then.

-You know, when you were all over me?

-I was not all over you!

By the way, you don't have to worry.

I've done the office romance thing before.

OK, this is not an office romance.

If you want to go there, fine. We'll call it what it is, Morvs.

A one-night stand.

It's Dr Digby to you, all right?

I know. That's what you made me call you last night.

Funny, isn't it?

Last week, I was picturing you completely naked

to help me concentrate. Last night, I was concentrating on you,

-completely naked.

-It was a mistake, Damon.

It was a stupid, drunken mistake.

Hold up...

Ain't you meant to have a boyfriend?

Ah! I'm a home-wrecker!

Whatever may have happened, in this hospital, I'm your superior. Right?

As long as you're sure it has nothing to do with my performance.

Have a good day, Damon.

Is my daughter not here?

Nope. You picked a good day. Neither is Ms Naylor.

The defences are down.

-Drink later?

-Yeah, sounds perfect.

-Sounds like a date.

We'll have to let the board know he's already on site.

Which should only help our cause.

-Why would that be?

-As you said, he's on site.

And this morning's episode demonstrates the urgent need

for surgery.

Guy, I'm as excited as you are, but we are weeks away from approval.

Every day is a trial for Alan.

Even so, we've still got a mountain to climb.

Her name's Julie. I met her at a Jewish book club.

That's the people, not the books, before you ask.

Well, she sounds...bookish.

Yeah, well, next time you ambush me in the shower...

It's not an ambush when you leave the door open.

Yeah, don't mind us.

Who's this?

Sacha's new librarian girlfriend.

She's not... She's not a librarian.

What happened to Hattie, the mohel's daughter?

Oh, I liked Hattie, the mohel's daughter.

-Yeah. Things didn't work out.

-Oh, that's a shame.

Well, so begins my day of electives hell. See you on the other side.

Mm-hm.

Well, she's just as appealing as Hattie,

let me just tell you that.

Well, an appealing librarian...

I for one cannot wait to meet her.

If ever you get the opportunity, which you won't,

then you're in for a big treat.

Dirty little stop-out. Hungover?

I'm not hungover.

-Dr Ford give you a ride last night?

-What?

Damon. Said he was going to drop you into a cab.

I'm not some damsel in distress, Fletch.

I can make my own way home, thank you very much.

Suppose the amount you've been caning it recently, you must have

honed your drunken radar to the accuracy of a homing pigeon.

Just mind your own, all right, Fletch?

Oi, I'm just joking with you.

If you want to go tell jokes, stand in front of a mirror or something.

I'm not in the mood.

Right, I'm going to need you looking alive today, folks.

We are operating at full capacity.

Plus ca change. Dr Digby, with me.

Right, I trust you've prepared a lesson plan for today?

Mr Rossini said you made a great impression last week.

We thought it would be a good idea for you to continue your tutelage.

Oh...no...

Your enthusiasm is overwhelming, Dr Digby.

Oh, speak of the devil.

-Good morning, Dr Ford.

-Good morning.

Ah, Nina. This is Mr Locke's psychiatrist.

-He'll be with us every step of the way.

-Great.

-Hi.

So he'll be covering Alan's psychiatric history in the pitch

before I segue into how his condition has affected his heart.

Never liked hospitals.

We won't keep you here a minute longer then we need to.

It's the second stint I'm worried about.

Not going to be a flying visit

when he's done drilling holes into my skull.

Yes, but we do have plenty of time to prepare for that, don't we?

Yeah.

Yeah, we do.

Mr Locke, your tests indicate you were experiencing

atrial fibrillation.

This is where the normal rhythm of the heart

is replaced by irregular twitching of the muscle wall.

No corridor of white light, no ethereal voice calling out to me,

just blackness, pain and an impending sense of doom.

Well, it's good to know your medical condition hasn't impeded

your sunny disposition.

We will prescribe you with 200mg of amiodarone,

three times a day for one week.

For now, I've been told we just need to know what you want for lunch.

Lunch?

Mr Locke?

You don't have to decide straight away.

Decide...decide...

-BEEPING

-Decide what?

-Heart rate's going up again.

-Take a long, deep breath.

No, I want Guy. Guy, can you come and help me?

Guy!

It's OK, Alan. I've got you.

Every time he has an episode like this, it causes his SVT to flare up?

Every time.

Whoa! Third date?

You know what that means.

That it's going OK?

It's time to let the dog see the rabbit.

She's a librarian.

I think the most action he's going to get is a dramatic reading

-of Fifty Shades Of Grey.

-OK, she's not a librarian!

And, you know, actually, Julie's pretty...pretty wild.

Really?

-Does she enjoy the occasional audio book?

-Yeah!

She's wild, she's funny, she's gorgeous.

So you like her, then?

Yeah... Yeah.

-Really?

-Well, there's something...

-You just can't put your...

-BOTH: ..finger on.

-Yeah.

-I had that once.

Took me ages to figure out what it was.

-TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

-Turns out he reminded me of a Moomin.

What are the chances? She's coming here.

Can you stop doing that, please?

Sorry.

Sssssstttt...

What are you doing?

It's my awkward balloon.

I like to diffuse awkward situations with humour.

Heads up. Bernie! Helen Pickard, 70, involved in an RTC.

Let's get her into the trauma unit.

She's got an intrusion on her left leg.

Resps are high at 25, BP's 120/80,

pulse is 120, sats are 98%.

No loss of consciousness and her neck was cleared at the scene.

Fluids and 10mg of morphine, please, Fletch.

-How am I going to get there now, Nan?

-OK.

Your grandmother's been in a serious accident,

so if you could just stand behind that red line, please.

We'll find you a way. I was taking him to a day rave.

Oh, right, what's one of them, then?

A rave that starts in the day.

You should hear the music he listens to. Rod Stewart, it ain't.

Airways and breathing clear. Let's look at that leg.

Pulse is present.

Helen, you have a compound fracture of the tibia.

Let's get some scans to see the full extent of the damage.

Over to you, Dr Digby.

OK, let's get FBC, U&Es, LFTs, group and save and clotting,

and let's get a chest, abdominal and lower leg X-ray as well.

Well, look at that. You're a regular ventriloquist. Good start, Dr Ford.

I'm never getting over this, am I?

-I understand you were in the police.

-Past tense.

Effective police work is somewhat hampered when you have to make

the bed 20 times before leaving the house or someone might die.

The clicking and the counting, you find that helps?

That's what gets me through the day.

Used to be nursery rhymes when I was a kid.

Didn't go down well reciting Three Blind Mice

while reading someone the riot act.

I wish I could understand what you're going through.

You really don't.

Um...

So, have you ever been in the car, and you see a pedestrian and...

..you're thinking about hitting them?

Yeah, accidently, obviously.

-Can't say I have.

-Yeah, I do.

I've even been back to check sometimes,

make sure I haven't knocked someone over without knowing.

Three hours to make a 20-minute journey.

They put me on desk duty after that.

Beginning of the end.

I promise we'll do all we can for you.

You've got a good team in your corner, Mr Self included.

You're preaching to the converted.

Kindred spirits, me and him.

Why won't you tell us anything about her?

Why is she here?

Is she a doctor? Is she another blonde nurse?

No offence.

-HE GASPS

-She's a bunny boiler, isn't she?

Aw, that's what it is.

You really do pick em', don't you?

-That's rich, coming from you.

-Ooh, touche.

Great.

She's here.

Sorry...

-She actually IS a librarian?

-It's not her full-time job.

Julie Jeffries, Friends of Holby City.

Can I interest you in a literary distraction

from your medical ailment today?

Maybe.

What's the matter with you?

-Cirrhosis of the liver.

-I've got just the ticket.

Rethink The Drink,

a self-help book on alcoholism. Or a copy of George Best's autobiography.

-Perhaps it's best to go with the cautionary tale.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

-Julie... Hi.

Well, I have to say, I'm a little shocked.

-Sorry?

-You,

turning up for work wearing a shirt with more creases

-than my grandad's forehead.

-SHE LAUGHS

It's nice, though. It's...

It's very loud.

Hadn't noticed.

So, I didn't know you volunteered here.

Well, there's a lot you don't know about me yet, Mr Levy.

It's a vital service, this.

Aids the recovery no end.

-Really? Is that so?

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

I know a man who swears his long-term recovery

from pancreatic cancer...

partly down to his multiple readings of Harry Potter

And The Order of the Phoenix.

I'm assuming you told your colleagues about us.

What made you say that?

Hope you don't mind.

I'm flattered. Haven't been bragged about since Thatcher was in power.

-By the way, where is that husband of yours?

-No idea.

It is husband, is it not?

He told you about the divorce plans?

Yeah, he was in a bad place.

He's not any more. Things are...

good. Really good.

Good. Good, I'm glad to hear it.

Especially seeing as how low you were in Berlin.

It's a good job you were around. Stop me doing anything foolish.

Well, I was just looking out for you.

Just be aware, it's not been forgotten.

How much longer are you going to be?

It looks OK but you're going to need a scan to be on the safe side.

And I don't think your grandma is going to be going anywhere

-any time soon.

-You know how to use Uber, don't you, Nan?

Sure do. He teaches me all the tricks, this one.

OK, so we're still waiting on your complete X-ray results

but we have had your bloods back.

I can see that your haemoglobin levels are low but your WBC is high.

-So what I think...

-At a guess,

it could be a folate or B12 deficiency.

Could be anaemic. How's your diet, Mrs Pickard?

You eat healthy?

-We eat fine, thank you very much.

-You live together?

Yeah, we're a team, ain't we, Nan? Team fit.

She single?

Wouldn't go there, bud. Not today.

My dad ran off with a nurse. Can't blame him.

-She was pretty hot.

-OK, so I'm not a nurse, OK?

Nan reckons I'm a chip off the old block. Don't you, Nan?

Only when you're on the wind-up.

Most of the time, you're more like your mum,

and she was no angel either.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

Breast cancer, four years ago.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Nan, I'm going to have to bounce if you're going to be much longer.

Can't you get him seen to first?

I'm afraid you are our priority, Mrs Pickard.

LAUGHTER

Psst!

I take it back. She's great.

-Yeah, isn't she just?

-She's super funny.

Well, she's either super funny or she's super homophobic.

-It's a yes from me.

-Ooh, are my ears burning?

Well, if they are, you're in the right place.

Because we're in a hospital.

And if you had an ear-related problem,

you'd be in the right place.

Well, you wouldn't be, actually.

You'd be on the second floor, wouldn't you? Which is ENT,

which is ear, nose and...throat.

SHE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY

-WHISPERS:

-Is this flirting?

I wouldn't joke, you fell for it once.

Oh, you two used to go out?

-Yes, a while ago...

-Yeah, ancient history.

-Ancient history, yes.

-It's like it never happened.

-Um, yeah...

Essie...

We should go and, um...

Go away now, please. Thank you.

I hope me and Essie

being in a relationship before isn't going to be a problem.

Oh, do you really think I'm that possessive? We've only just met.

Good.

It's just... I didn't have you down as some Lothario

with a trail of broken hearts behind him.

Well, I can assure you that's not the case.

I should hope it isn't.

That reminds me...

Aw!

Aw.

The Number One Grooming Guide For The Contemporary Male?

Yes, it covers everything. Shaving, effective ironing,

style.

What's wrong with my style?

Just something to give you a few ideas.

Hello!

KNOCK ON DOOR

I thought people usually waited to be invited in?

That would be vampires, Ms Karnik.

Is there anything I can help you with?

I think you know the answer to that question.

You are aware this procedure has not been attempted before in the UK?

The patient is well aware of the risks.

Yes, but the more pertinent question is, are you?

I think that's for the board to determine.

I'm not talking about the procedure, Ms Karnik.

I'm talking about your choice of surgeon.

Guy Self darkening my doorstep on the very day

that pioneering neurosurgery is tabled for consideration.

Now, call me Columbo but it doesn't seem to me

a very difficult puzzle to piece together.

Guy Self is an excellent surgeon. One of the best.

If the board supports us to go the CCG, Mr Hanssen,

this could be the beginning of something huge.

Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.

Why is that?

Have you heard talk of a man named Tristan Wood?

I didn't have you down as one to indulge in idle gossip.

Gossip dies when it enters the ears of the wise, Ms Karnik.

When you've done some digging, you'll come and find me.

-Sorry about before.

-Don't worry about it.

We can't help having a past.

And I wish we could.

She seems nice, though.

Yeah, she's what my mum... What does my mum say?

-She ticks all the boxes.

-Oh, that's so romantic, Sacha.

-Mm.

THAT'S who she reminds me of.

Who?

Nothing. Forget I said anything.

Essie?

Oh, no, please... Don't make me say it.

Estelle Ava Harrison, you tell me.

Your mum.

But just a bit!

I can't believe... Got some Oedipal complex just because I like someone?

-That's not what I meant.

-Well, thank you very much!

-That's unbelieva... Oh!

-Oh, careful!

Death by mobile library is not a noble way to bow out.

Oh, here...

Thank you, I'll bring it right back.

-Got the milk?

-Yeah.

What?

"Sorry I ate your soup.

"It just looked really nice and I forgot my lunch

"and I'm dead hungover.

"Get you a takeaway tonight. Love ya."

Jasmine.

Jasmine.

Just goes to show...

everyone always leaves a little bit of themselves behind.

And, er...

Sorry about earlier. I was just trying to wind you up.

And I don't want to sound like an old grandad,

but this whole burning the candle at both ends business...

What's happened?

I've messed up, Fletch.

What have you done?

Someone came home with me last night.

OK.

What about Cameron?

We've been arguing all week.

He wanted to move closer,

I was happy with the way things were.

The way things are.

Sounds like you've already made your mind up.

Thing is, I'm not even that sad about it.

I mean, I hate myself for what I've done, but do I care that it's over?

Not every relationship is going to be like what you had with Arthur.

And that's not a bad thing.

You are going to have to tell him, though.

MOBILE PHONE

You not getting that?

It's... Energy company. Bit late with the bills this month.

That's unlike you.

Well, it's a big old place for one person to be rattling around in.

-Like I said,

-I

-am the answer to your prayers.

Look, I've told you, I'm not looking for a flatmate.

Well, it might be worth hearing him out.

It could be the answer to all your problems.

I'll give you the 30-second pitch.

Likes include exercise, Italian food, Star Wars and pre-drinks.

No can do, I'm afraid. I absolutely hate Star Wars.

Come on, man. Your place is nice.

You've already seen the flat?

Yeah, this morning. Not for long, though.

Who was Tristan Wood?

I know he was a chairman at this hospital.

I know he died of a subdural haematoma.

You were the surgeon at the time of death.

Well, I can't fault your detective work. Don't you trust me?

-Hanssen doesn't.

-HE LAUGHS

Hanssen has an axe to grind.

He can see how successful we are as a unit

and he wants to drive a wedge between us.

The subdural haematoma was big.

You tried to control the bleed. You called a crash team

and you were unable to resuscitate Mr Wood.

Injury was caused by a blow to the back of the head.

Is that what Hanssen is trying to tell me?

Did you have something to do with...

I think you should stop right there.

Did it have anything to do with your daughter?

Did Zosia have anything to do with it?

It was self-defence.

The CPS dropped all charges.

You shouldn't have been anywhere near him.

The man needed urgent surgery. What was I supposed to do?

You page someone,

you ask for a surgeon to be with you in the theatre.

I'm going to call the admin team now and have them remove the proposal

-from today's agenda.

-You can't be serious?

I can't sanction this, Guy. Not now.

I take it from our last conversation that Matteo

doesn't know about Berlin?

About what I stopped you from doing?

Nina, how long have we known each other?

I don't know if I know you at all any more.

I'm your ally. That's all you need to know.

Allies don't threaten each other.

Then I suggest you think very carefully

before making any rash decisions.

I mean, how would you feel if I were to accuse you of something

so heinous?

Tell me you did everything you could to save Tristan Wood.

Yes. I did everything I could.

Nina, I'm not your enemy here.

LGBT?

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm usually good with acronyms.

It's lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, transgender.

Don't ask me why the lesbians come first.

Sorry, we don't cater for the more niche tastes.

About Julie...

Come on, tell me. What, does she remind you of my mother?

-Or is she too Jewish?

-What?

I couldn't care less

whether she worshiped a glove puppet stapled to a cat.

Have I missed something?

Essie thinks Julie is my mother.

I've definitely missed something.

She just reminds me of her. A bit.

Do you know the worst part of all this?

You're absolutely right.

Oh, my God! I'm dating my mother.

I didn't mean to drop you in it.

Nobody else will find out, I swear.

Yo, smart arse! Mic's on.

Starting from now.

So...you and your nan. She seems like quite the legend.

Mm. Not all superheroes wear capes.

Well, you shouldn't take her for granted.

She won't be around for ever.

I don't take her for granted. She's my nan.

She's allowed to treat me.

You her only grandson?

Yeah. Ergo, her favourite grandson.

By default.

You two totally banged, didn't you?

Rubbish, was he?

We've established there was nothing wrong with my performance.

Can we not discuss my private life

with this entire hospital, please?

Glad to see you're taking your mentoring responsibilities

so seriously, Dr Digby.

Oh, forgive me. I thought you were done in here.

So you've performed deep brain stimulation on previous occasions,

have you, Mr Self?

Yes. Several at this very hospital.

But on patients suffering from Parkinson's disease, I believe.

Can you please tell me what

the success rate is for DBS on those with OCD?

That would essentially be zero.

The procedure is in its infancy.

Successful trials have taken place internationally.

May I remind you, Mr Self, that the NHS is having a bit of a crisis,

and we can't really afford to start

funding your surgical flights of fancy on a sort of whim.

Mr Hanssen is right to point out the crisis in the NHS,

but should that prevent us from seeking innovation?

This could improve the lives of OCD patients by reducing their symptoms

-by up to 40%.

-If all goes to plan.

If all goes to plan, it will completely change his life.

It's not implausible that he could return to work

with the police force,

live in an uncontrolled environment with his partner.

He's been through high and low intensity CBT with ERP.

He's tried anti-depressants, electroconvulsive therapy.

As you heard from his psychiatrist, we're at the end of the line here.

As this is a matter of urgency,

we propose that I perform the surgery on Mr Locke this afternoon.

That was absolutely awful.

She's not impressed?

She wants me to be honest with Cameron.

I've never had that type of conversation before, Fletch.

Do you fancy a drink or something after work?

I think I need a bit of Dutch courage.

Yeah, look, about that...

Do I need to be worried about your drinking?

Come on, Fletch.

It's an easy pattern of behaviour to get into.

Trust me, I know.

Look, it gets me out the house.

That's all there is to it.

Well, then, next time, you come to mine and not the boozer. All right?

Mrs Pickard, are you all right?

I'm fine.

-You really shouldn't be in this much pain at this stage.

-Hey, Nan.

-I can get a taxi to drop me there and back for 140 quid.

-Oh, sure!

Do you think you could get me my purse?

Let's get you some more morphine first, yeah?

She says she's all right.

Are you trying to get her off her nut?

I think your grandmother's in some serious pain, actually.

Nah, old war horse, ain't you, Nan?

Right, let's get that back slab on. It'll help to secure your leg.

Dr Ford, can I have a word, please?

OK, she has a lower leg fracture

so why are you putting a plaster on the top of the leg?

OK.

Hands up, it was a mistake. I'm sorry.

Well, it's a mistake you really shouldn't be making at this stage.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't thinking. I was just trying to make it up to you.

I think you need a better teacher.

How do you think Mr Locke is going to react?

He thinks he has weeks to prepare for this!

So...the board have given their approval?

Congratulations, Mr Self.

Thank you, Henrik. Looking forward to working with you again.

Hm. Well, do tell me when you're due to start,

because it can take me a little time

to find a pair of scrubs that actually fit.

I do hope you know what you're doing, Ms Karnik.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yeah?

This is my letter of resignation as junior doctor lead.

As Cameron's mum, obviously I want to protect him,

but I wasn't for a second suggesting or implying that you should resign.

Well, I'm clearly not as ready for the responsibility

as I thought I was.

Feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to help.

And taking it out on Dr Ford isn't helping much either, is it?

I didn't think I'd be working with him today, so...

Well, that's tough, isn't it?

You choose the behaviour, you take the consequences.

I've given you my advice as Cameron's mum.

Now I'm going to give you my direction as your boss.

You get out there and you hold your head up,

you show everyone, including Dr Ford, why we chose you

as junior doctor lead.

Everything else can wait.

Just be honest with her.

She's a grown woman, and I'm sure she'll understand.

You can't do that. You've been working with her all day,

you're going on a date this evening.

-Send her a text.

-Don't you dare.

Lofty's right. Honesty's the best policy.

OK...

-Wish me luck.

-Good luck.

Go forth.

Break hearts.

That's it...nice and casual.

Mm... Little hand on the shoulder.

He's making it look easy.

So...?

We're skipping dinner and we're going straight back to her place.

Excellent, well done.

Look, I know you're hungover and full of regret and everything...

-Damon, it's OK.

-And I'm not stupid. I know it's not really you.

Please don't pretend that you know me.

No. But I know you've been through a lot.

What happened to Jasmine...

was horrible.

And giving up her room is going to be hard.

And, OK, I may not be the one to fill that room,

but someone will have to eventually.

You can't let ghosts rule your life, Dr Digby.

You really don't know what you're talking about, Damon.

You wouldn't be replacing her.

Because, you know, nobody could do that...

Look, I...

I know it must have been very hard for you.

Finding her like that.

Do you still think about it?

Only every night.

Ffttttt...

SCREAMING

-More morphine?

-No, no, no, she's had the maximum dosage.

Nan?!

Right, do you have numbness down this leg?

-Numbness and pain disproportionate to the injury.

-Er...

-Come on, Dr Ford. Come on.

-Compartment syndrome.

-Good.

OK...

Helen, I'm just going to flex this foot, OK?

SHE SCREAMS You're hurting her!

I'm not, I'm trying to help her.

The muscles have expanded due to the swelling and bleeding

from the injury. We're going to have to do a fasciotomy or she could lose

this limb.

-Lou, can we page Ms Wolfe, please?

-She's tied up in theatre.

Well, do something. Don't just stand there!

-We're going to have to do it now.

-Should we wait for a theatre?

We've got no time. I've seen it done before under local anaesthetic.

Come on, Dr Ford, let's get her to the trauma bay.

-I can't believe you're going to do this.

-I'm not. We are.

Not having second thoughts about your new appointment already

are you, Henrik?

A large aspect of our role involves the ability to keep people

between the lines.

Now it's Ms Karnik's job to do the same.

So the rumours are true? Guy Self is back in the building.

I do share your concerns about Mr Self.

Then why are you sanctioning this?

You of all people have the power to put a stop to this.

I trust her instincts.

But do you trust his?

Surely even Guy Self can change.

But do people change? Really?

They spend their lives living on a continuum

ranging from the best of themselves to the worst of themselves

and they spend most of the time firmly in the middle.

How very profound.

I think we both know where Guy Self sits on that continuum.

So, we must count our blessings for Ms Karnik.

I'm sure we can rely on her to balance things out.

Everything OK?

Unexpected news.

Why, what did he say?

That the operation is happening today.

Yes, it is.

You should be celebrating! Smile.

No. No way in hell. Today was not in the contract.

Alan, you'll be fine. Don't worry.

Theatre team are being prepped as we speak.

This is a busy NHS hospital. You don't just have empty theatres.

Nonsense. I don't have to remind you of the time we've already

invested in this. Not the time for cold feet.

I'm sorry. Sorry, I can't do this.

Nobody is going to make you do anything you don't want to do.

I can't promise you that no-one will die when you go into that theatre.

What I can promise you is the minute go into that theatre,

you are under my care. That means it's my duty to make sure

that nothing bad happens to you.

What if I want to stop?

Then we stop.

OK.

So we're saying it's your birthday. 32nd?

-29th. Thank you!

-I can't do this, I can't do this.

-Just don't over-think it. OK?

-Yeah, he's right.

Look, only lies have detail.

She's coming.

Think that's my debt to the universe paid back for today.

-SHE LAUGHS

-See you around seven?

Er, seven...

Actually, listen. It's Dom's birthday today

and we were thinking we might go out for some drinks.

-Oh, it's your birthday?

-Yeah. 25.

-Really?

Happy birthday!

Well, you would be welcome to join us later, if you wanted.

I suppose we could pop in for a wee while.

Well, you see, the problem is there's no popping in with this lot.

-You're either in or you're out. You know.

-Total hard-core.

Go hard or go home.

Is something the matter?

See, the thing is...Julie. The thing is...

-He hates you.

-Dom!

He doesn't hate you, it's just...

And that little joke you told earlier was pretty homophobic.

The MRI scan identified the exact locations within the brain

where the aberrant signals generate the symptoms of his OCD.

Once we've bought the patient round,

I will feed the electrode to the area we suspect is the origin of his

compulsive behaviours, which will be the optimal site for stimulation.

So we can wake him up now.

Positions, please.

Mr Locke. How are you feeling?

Like Frankenstein.

I think you'll find that Frankenstein was the doctor,

actually, Mr Locke.

Now that it's clear that his speech and motor functions are normal,

I can start.

Actually, could we take a minute?

Sorry, it's just...

This is very, very strange.

We can wait as long as you want.

OK, ready.

It's OK, Alan.

You won't feel a thing.

Cutting all the way down to the lateral malleolus.

You done this before?

Loads of times. I've just never led one before.

We'll get through it.

-That's a long incision.

-Mm-hm.

Terry, can you keep her still, please? Thank you.

OK.

Now cutting along the fascia.

Right, and now we repeat on the inner side.

You've seen one, you do one.

Are you for real?

Think it's about time I started doing some actual mentoring today.

Off you go.

HE TAKES FAST, DEEP BREATHS

-If you want us to stop, just say the word.

-I'm fine.

-What about one of your nursery rhymes?

-Really? Right now?

Did your mum have a favourite?

Um...

Um... Oranges and lemons. You know it?

# Oranges and lemons Say the bells of St Clement's

# When will you pay me? Say the bells of Old Bailey

# When I get rich Say the bells of Shoreditch... #

You'll forgive me. That's as much as I know.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed

And here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

OK...

First of all, I'm so, so sorry about all that.

I promise you, they do mean well.

OK...um...

The thing is, I really like you.

You know, I think you're great.

But...I just don't think we can see each other.

Not in the same way that we have been.

Oh.

Oh, OK. May I ask why?

It's nothing personal, and I mean zero offence when I say this but...

..you kind of remind me, just a little bit,

..of my mother.

I promise you I don't mean that in a negative way.

And I would love us obviously to still be friends.

-We'd always have book club...

-Sacha, it's fine.

I don't want you to think that I've been leading you on...

-Sacha...

-My mother is a great woman. She's a strong, she's a...

She's an earthy woman.

Sacha, you remind me of my dad. You have since the moment I met you.

It's the way you stand with your hands on your hips.

And the hair.

Yeah. And pretty much everything else.

OK...

So what are we going to do now?

Well, I don't know about you but I've got to ring my mother...

..tell her to put her fancy hat back in its box.

We should get our mothers together.

They sound like they're made for each other.

No hard feelings?

None whatsoever.

-Goodbye, Mr Levy.

-Bye.

And stop slouching.

Your nan's going to be all right.

She'll be back on her feet in no time.

She's getting old.

I'm starting to see it now.

She likes to think she's a cool nan but...

..she's getting slower.

You can see that you ask an awful lot of her, can't you?

And she's letting you live the life of Riley.

I've heard that before.

Who is this Riley, anyway?

-SHE LAUGHS

-Do you know what? That's a very good question.

This is the longest things have...

you know, stayed the same.

I like it like this.

You know your nan was trying to protect you

from how much pain she was in?

Why'd you think she would do that?

Look, she's going to need a lot of R and R after all of this.

It's time for you to step up, mister.

Alan! Have we stopped you causing more trouble?

HE LAUGHS

So what happens now?

You cured me, Doc?

Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

That surgery is not tantamount to a full cure.

I know, just trying to be a bit glass half full.

Oh, that reminds me,

you must be starving after being nil by mouth all day.

I promised the nursing team I'd get your evening meal choices.

Ms Karnik will continue to monitor your cardiac output

-and neuro will arrange some psychiatric tests.

-Yes, of course.

I'll have the soup, the salad and the sticky toffee pudding.

-Did I just...

-I believe you just did.

I didn't click, did I?

Not even once.

Your symptoms will be significantly reduced,

but it's not a complete cure.

Not even once.

Nina?

I don't even know what to say to you any more.

Here they are, the dream team.

I hear you nailed it.

Well, I couldn't have done it without your wife's help.

She's going to go far in her new role.

I think that means drinks are on you later?

Actually, I was wondering if we could make dinner reservations.

For the three of us?

Guy's already made plans. Isn't that right?

Yeah.

Some other time, maybe.

Perfect.

Once the swelling has gone down, we'll get the orthopaedic team

to fit you with some plates.

-Then home and plenty of rest.

-Think we've got that covered.

Marley's going to start pulling his weight at the restaurant.

Well, that's very grown-up of you.

Only fair, innit? It's not like she hasn't done her bit.

How long do you think he'll last?

About two weeks tops. But at least the intent is there.

Think I've been a little bit hard on him today.

Just him?

All right. I've been a total cow to you as well.

Not exactly an apology, but we're getting there.

OK, well, the prequels may as well not exist.

Rogue One was much better than The Force Awakens

and I dressed up as Princess Leia three times in a row for Halloween.

What are you saying?

That a woman's place is in the resistance.

Are you for real?

Look, why don't you come by at some point and take a look at the room?

SHE SCREAMS

OK, OK, OK, all right, all right,

but just to be clear we're just mates, all right?

I'm free now. Or tomorrow, maybe, if that's cool?

Yeah, I think tomorrow's better. I've got something I need to do.

No Albie's for me tonight, kids.

I got a hot date with Tom Hardy reading me a bedtime story.

You do know those programmes are for kids.

I dare you to watch five minutes and to not melt into a little puddle.

Sacha, you going to come for a drink?

I think I'll give it a miss tonight, actually.

After the surgical marathon I've just had, I think I need one.

Shall we?

Are you sure you're all right, Mr Levy?

Yep. Yeah, I will be.

You know what they say. Plenty more fish and all that.

When you get to my age, that's not entirely true.

I think the pond just gets smaller.

Maybe you just need to throw your net a little further?

I don't think that would appease my mother.

But what do YOU want?

I don't know.

I know I want to reconnect with my faith.

I want to stop messing around perfectly nice people like Hattie,

and now Julie.

I know I have to stop listening to my mother's advice.

If I only dated people my parents thought were suitable...

I don't think I'd have got very far, put it that way.

She just wants what's best for me.

To be a 360-degree Jew.

And you want to be...

..180?

Yeah, I guess I've just got a lot of thinking to do.

You know you can talk to us about that sort of thing?

You haven't worked with Dom long enough then.

Maybe. Or maybe you haven't worked with me long enough.

Are you sure you don't fancy that drink?

Do you know what, you've twisted my arm. I'll see you down there.

Lofty...

Thank you.

Hi.

Yeah, yeah.

Listen, Cam, we need to talk.

Hi.

Hi.

Not everybody gets the gift of starting again with a blank page.

I wouldn't say blank page.

It's how you move forward that matters.

Well, I've just spent eight months in the private sector

and achieved nothing of any note.

Well, nothing ground-breaking.

Look what we have accomplished here today.

I'm just supposed to forget everything else that happened?

Nina...

I would never tell Matteo.

Let's just say I'm not great when backed into a corner.

I'm not a threat to you, Guy.

I genuinely wanted to help Alan.

Then when I saw that potential slip away, I...

Well, you saw how much of a difference we made today.

That is my only motivation. I need to make a difference.

And I need assurances. If we're going to work together,

I need to know you're going to be OK.

Occupational health?

If I say, "Jump," you say "How high?" Is that clear?

Crystal.

Then we have ourselves a deal.

Look forward to working with you.

I'm going to be watching you very closely, but...

I think we're going to do amazing things together.