Calm Before the Storm Holby City

-I know about papering over cracks.

-I'm not papering over any cracks!

-You are scared to your core about marrying Oliver.

-I am not scared.

I went through that whole disapproving father-in-law thing

with Tara, I really don't need to go through it again.

Are you religious?

I'm Jewish. I haven't believed in a while.

-You don't believe?

-Let's just say I haven't witnessed any miracles.

Why keep harking back to the past,

trying to recapture something that's long gone?

So stop trying to force your memories of my mother onto me.

I have my own, and I have future memories to make with Ollie.

-Good luck.

-You've just forfeited any right to be a part of that.

Mr Hanssen, a word about the fMRI.

It's a viable concept that spires both neuro and CT

and I've found several sources of funding in Europe -

which you may not be aware of -

and seeing as you've lost the trauma unit,

-I thought I'd give you first dibs.

-That's very kind.

Your secretary was being mysterious about your schedule

but I was hoping this afternoon might be possible?

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

Time to wake up, Juliet.

Can't we go back to Verona?

With me around, Holby can be just as romantic.

Do you know Gounod's Romeo And Juliet?

Yeah. Family feuds ending in death. Not my sort of thing.

Oh, pity.

So if you'd like to come to my office at four o'clock,

I'll listen to your proposal then.

-Ah, Fletch.

-I hear we were packed to the rafters last night.

It was a full moon. At least it was according to my patient who thought

he was turning into a werewolf.

Don't tell me - covered in fur, fangs.

Hairy back, halitosis and an over-active imagination.

The bite on his finger was real, though. Ferret, by all accounts.

-Discharge papers for Mrs Coleman.

-Ah, good.

Her and her husband are a bit lively.

Madly in love one minute, fighting like cat and dog the next.

Opposites attract - or haven't you heard?

You're the one that's about to be fitted with a ball and chain,

-you know more than I do.

-Ball and chain I can deal with.

What's rhyming slang for an annoying father-in-law?

Ooh, no. Bite your tongue.

Cos if Zosia's anything like my ex-missus

she can slag her old man off as much as she likes,

but as soon as you start...

Just call me Mr Peace and Reconciliation.

Hey. A good morning treat.

Mr Soames' pre-op assessment?

-Where's Sacha?

-Probably still with Julie.

I bet he never got round to dumping her.

I imagine there's some sort of wild night of passion involved.

But Sacha, the ever diligent surgeon,

said, "Let's go to mine, I have an early start in the morning."

And she went, "Couldn't possible leave the cats."

But she lives in Birmingham.

So Sacha's currently winging his way to us on the 7:35 from Birmingham

-New Street?

-Open the doors for me, please! Thank you.

Sorry I'm late. Bit of trouble at the Synagogue.

Apparently, internet dating is considered old and boring now,

-did you know about this?

-Can't say I did.

It's all apps, apparently. Swipe this way, swipe that,

and if you're really young and trendy

you've gone back to meeting the opposite sex in real life!

I mean, how's a girl like me -

no spring chicken but still a few tricks up her sleeve -

supposed to keep up?

Sorry. Listen to me going on about my sad sex life.

How was Verona?

Great food, great art.

We found this little bistro half a kilometre from Tomba di Giulietta.

Their gnocchi was even better than my mother's.

Yeah, yeah. What about you and Nina?

Will you please tell Mr Levy that there's nothing wrong with me?

I think I'll be the judge of that.

He collapsed in the middle of imparting wisdom,

which is his favourite pastime.

I knew anything that stopped him talking must be serious.

I had six eggs for breakfast. I'm telling you it's wind!

-Six? Seriously?

-Scrambled.

Don't look at me like that, there are worse things to be addicted to.

-Amen.

-You see? This one's getting it.

I think what Dr Copeland "gets" is that abdominal pains

aren't anything to be trifled with.

Can we start with FBC, U&Es, LFT, CRP, amalyse and abdominal X-ray?

You going to join us in taking this a little bit seriously or...?

At my age, if I took every ache and twinge seriously,

I'd be too worried to get up in the morning.

Ah, mind over matter. Healthy attitude goes a long way.

-Keep it up. You're rapidly becoming my favourite.

-Hang tight.

We'll be back with the test results in a bit, all right?

It's not Saturday. What were you doing at the Synagogue?

I think that falls under the category of none of your business.

Well, that's you told.

Oh, please. Tenner says I'll find out the truth within the hour.

You heard him, why you even going to try?

-Don't pretend you're not interested.

-So what's the goss, then?

Was it a night of passion or a dodgy alarm clock?

Neither, apparently. Something to do with his soul.

I'll find out the nitty-gritty and let you both know.

It was wonderful. We saw the Duomo and Casa di Giulietta.

I'm not on about the sights. How was it between you and Matteo?

I should check in with Mr Griffin, see how things have been going

-while I've been gone.

-I'm not fishing for gossip.

Honestly, I'm really good at girlie mates.

-If they were handing out prizes...

-Yeah. Meanwhile, in the real world,

everything I say will be broadcast around this hospital by tomorrow.

No, you've got me all wrong, I swear.

I just don't want people talking about us.

OK, how about this -

anything you tell me I will take to the grave. Just like Juliet.

You really do have it all, don't you? Brilliant career, hot wife.

You the man.

Things'll perk up. I mean Matteo's Italian!

Romance is in his blood, right? Like ice cream and pasta.

Yeah. On our first night there, he bought me this.

It doesn't even snow properly.

And on our second night there...

he gave me this.

The more I hear about this weekend, the sadder I get.

-I mean, what's up with Romeo?

-He's stuck.

But not like you and Matteo?

I mean, you are still moving in together, right?

We're supposed to be signing the lease on our new place tonight.

Some help here, please!

This is Jimmy. He was in paediatrics as part of Celebrating Science

-when he started having chest pains.

-Bed four, please.

We were doing the science workshops.

I just got to the bit where I explain how chromatography

extraction works.

He was sick everywhere.

The children thought it was part of the act.

Did you manage to pack up all the equipment?

-I'm Ms Karnik.

-Pleased to meet you.

But I think you'd better get in touch with Mr Rossini.

Now, there's no rush to call our friends from Darwin in just yet.

I don't think you understand.

I've got two hearts.

-And I made a list.

-Oh. And you've triaged everything. How cute.

Red is for urgent, amber is for "it can wait but not too long"

-and black is for...

-Dead if I don't get on it straight away?

Got to keep the wedding on track.

-Yes, but firstly - lovely, essential sleep. Bye!

-Bye.

BEEPING

Uh-oh. Crisis on AAU?

-One of my patients is transferred to Darwin.

-Yay.

-Yeah.

Come on.

-Rabbi Stein's just gone for his abdominal X-ray.

-Great.

For the record, I have been doing classes with Rabbi Stein.

Trying to re-integrate myself back into things.

It's no big deal. I've absolutely no idea where it's headed, so...

Well, are you serious about it?

Yeah. In a baby-steps sort of way, I suppose.

I don't know if anyone's noticed

but I haven't been working on Friday evenings.

I've cut out pork and shellfish.

What's all this in aid of, what's it leading towards?

It's a thing called an adult Kabbalat Torah,

it's a sort of liberal Judaism ceremony where you recommit

to your traditions, when you're ready.

Well, that's amazing.

When, where? Do I need to buy a new suit?

Maybe never, no idea and...

Listen, I don't think it's your sort of thing.

I'm not really sure it's even mine so...

I think the most important thing is I find a diagnosis for the Rabbi.

Maybe that's what my spiritual journey's meant to be leading to.

-Someone paged me?

-Dream on, Valentine.

Lovely to chat, as ever. You egotistical nightmare.

Page was from me, the other egotistical nightmare in your life.

-See you later.

-Alison Coleman's MRI.

-Alison Coleman?

I just discharged her from AAU at the end of my shift.

After which she started experiencing paralysis.

They did the scan, rushed her up here and called me.

As you can see, the tumour's arising from the nerve at T1.

-Pressing on the aorta and compressing the spinal cord.

-Damn.

So the sporting metaphor would be the FA Cup final. The Super Bowl.

The Ryder Cup, yes, I get it. I'm not quite clear why you paged me?

Because I need someone to look after the CT side of things.

-There's plenty of CT specialists.

-Yes, but it's your case, I thought

you'd like to see it through to the end.

Plus I would have asked you anyway because I need someone

who can think outside of the box and there's no-one better.

-I'm at the end of a 12-hour shift.

-I checked with Ric Griffin -

apparently you had three solid hours last night. Come on, man up.

It's about time we worked together.

Busted! Hand it over.

Whatever you think you saw, I assure you you're mistaken.

I don't think it's right for that

a man of God should be such a big fibber.

Thank you.

Looks like its still intact,

so you will be able to have surgery, should you need it.

-Lucky for you.

-Spoil sport.

So, I hear that you and Sacha have been partaking in some

extra-curricular religious training.

He's part of a small group who've lost touch with the tradition

and want to reconnect.

I get to impart my wisdom and put them back on the right path.

Sounds like a wonderful ego-trip,

having them hanging on your every word like that.

Oh, it is. I love it!

I've been trying to wangle an invite to this recommitment ceremony

but he's being particularly cagey about it.

You know Sacha.

I don't suppose you know the date

so I can organise a gang of us to gate-crash?

All I do is prepare the students.

The timing of the Kabbalat Torah...

..if he even wants to take part,

that's all down to Sacha.

Hm.

Boo, you're no fun.

No, no, no, no, no.

It seems your Rabbi isn't the dry old religious type I was expecting.

Nope. And he's sharp as a whip.

I did have to confiscate this contraband, though.

He used to mainline Rolos when we were learning our Torah portions.

Some things never change.

-Is that the abdo CT?

-Yeah, let's take a look.

That looks like a little more than just scrambled eggs.

Yeah.

Yes, well, these are special circumstances

and the patient requested that Mr Valentine be there.

He made his bed. All I'm asking him to do is lie in it.

I'll be quiet as a mouse. You'll barely know I'm here.

Look, a tumour that size, placed where it is,

you should be begging a consultant to assist,

not a registrar who doesn't have the stomach for his own speciality.

I'm guessing you're no keener to work with Mr Self

than he is with you, am I right?

Good, so in the interest of peace and goodwill,

why don't you just let us get on with it?

It's like leaving the Chuckle Brothers

to repaint the Sistine Chapel.

Well handled. Shall we?

Oh, will you look at you two.

"If there's a problem, if nobody else can help..."

Which one of you two's Hannibal? Cos neither of you are Face.

I don't think the A-Team would have left the kitchen

the way that Damon did this morning.

It's just a bowl of cereal in the sink, what's the big deal?

Mate, you have to rinse the bowl, otherwise they turn to concrete!

One of the first things I taught my kids.

Salsa dancing is very good for you. It's an all-round workout.

It's good for your hips and it's good for your brain.

She practically had to drag me

round the dance floor the first time I went to her class.

-That's why we hit it off.

-You're a very good tutor.

I strong-armed her into helping me with the science workshop.

-Hello, Jimmy.

-Mr Rossini!

-What happened to retirement?

-I didn't take to it.

But don't worry - both hearts are still in there,

beating up a storm. Do you want to take a listen?

I think that would be a good idea, given the chest pains.

Can we start with a chest X-ray, heart casing and chest CT?

You must be the doctor who saved Jimmy's life. Mm-hm.

And turned me into a freak of nature.

You're Italian?

THEY CONVERSE IN ITALIAN

I'm glad you two had a good weekend.

Don't worry, he didn't give me any details.

What happens in Verona stays in Verona and all that.

Excuse me.

HE SPEAKS ITALIAN

Excuse me.

Nice one.

So the good news is we do have options.

The safest thing to do would be a limited debulking

which would remove the mass of the tumour

and take the pressure off the spinal cord.

-That's what we want, isn't it?

-There is a downside.

By not removing the entire tumour,

it's likely that your neurological problems will get worse.

-You mean she'd still be paralysed?

-In all likelihood, yes.

Removing the entire tumour is riskier, if not impossible -

but I would only know when I got into theatre.

So we take the risk and I get better, is that it?

The downside would be catastrophic.

You mean I'd be dead?

-No. You can't. It's too much.

-This isn't your decision.

This is something you should both discuss and decide upon together.

Paralysed from the waist down for sure or possibly dead.

Remind me to play the Lottery this week.

-Nothing like a bit of black humour.

-Husband seemed quite wound up.

-Wouldn't you be?

-I was.

You OK? You seemed a bit out of sorts back there.

Just busy. Three days of backlog.

I called the letting agent.

Our appointment's confirmed at 6:30.

You can't make it?

Oh, it's not that, it's just...

Are you sure about this?

An apartment overlooking the river?

With double oven and polished floors?

Us moving in together.

-Where is this coming from?

-Oh, I don't know.

Maybe the fact that you treated me like your aunt all weekend.

I just thought it would be more romantic

if our second first time was in our new home, that's all.

Roll on 6:30. Actually, let's call it 7:00.

We might have to get rid of the agent first.

I need some air, I can't think straight in here.

Jake's never been good at decision making.

It took him the best part of six months to choose a sofa

-let alone something like this.

-I wish we could give you more time.

I don't. I've got this horrible thing inside me.

Still...this is a big decision.

Removing part of the tumour would relieve your breathing issues,

-you might even regain some feeling in your legs.

-Some, but not all?

It's unlikely you'd be able to walk.

Which means I'd be reliant.

On Jake.

He'd have to help me wash, dress, go to the toilet.

He's your husband. He loves you. He won't be thinking that way.

My bags are already packed.

They've been stuck at the bottom of our wardrobe for weeks.

I was supposed to be on my way to Heathrow tomorrow,

off to a whole new life.

I don't want to die, Mr Valentine.

Part of me wants to remove as little of the tumour as possible

but then Jake would be stuck caring for a woman

who doesn't love him any more.

How could I do that to him?

I'd like to do a CT scan of your chest and your abdomen

and your pelvis. Hopefully then we can narrow down the possibilities

about what's causing the obstruction.

Why not guess?

Because guessing is not in the rule book and I'm a man of science.

Science is just another word for faith. Our jobs aren't so different.

Maybe not.

Listen, just be happy we caught this when we did

because you've been asymptomatic for that long,

if you hadn't collapsed there's no

telling how long this could have gone on for.

-You have been asymptomatic, yes?

-Of course.

I just want to know what path I'm on, that's all.

You, me and the rest of the planet.

It really is best to be sure.

So while you scientists are getting your ducks in a row,

I get to sit here and quietly starve to death?

Pretty much. Sorry.

We'll be as quick as we can, I promise.

Eureka! It's snowing in Verona after all.

You fixed it.

It didn't take much.

A bit of glycerol, otherwise known as anti-freeze.

But I'm still working on getting Romeo onto Juliet's balcony.

-Give me time.

-Every day's a school day with Jimmy around.

So, your test results came back. And they're all clear.

When the kids ace a test, we usually call it good news.

Except in this case we're no closer to figuring out what's wrong.

You're still worried about my tickers?

I'm a heart guy. It's my job.

When your chest pains started, what were you doing, exactly?

I was demonstrating chromatography extraction with spinach.

I remember cos the "Oohs" and the "Ahhs" had just started.

It's a new bit of my repertoire.

-And any other symptoms?

-Headache. Light-headedness.

And that sick feeling that just won't go away.

Your breath. Can you smell it, please?

Like pear drops.

Thank you, Mr Hornby.

Fletch, bed four, can we draw some more bloods

and get a urine sample, please?

-And can we ask toxicology to check for acetone?

-Yeah.

-Alison is prepped and stable.

-Good.

-Whatever my dad is offering you,

it's really not worth pulling a double shift.

-We have got a wedding to plan, you know.

-He's not offering me anything

other than the opportunity to see through a case that I started.

OK, his flattery may be a bit heavy handed,

but...no bad thing, connecting before the wedding, is there?

Besides, you're not the only one who knows not to take his patter

at face value. I'm on my guard. I promise.

BEEPING

-Alison?

-I don't feel so good.

-Crash team, please.

-BP is sky-high.

She's in cardiac arrest. I'm going to start compressions.

-Oxygen, please.

-Quickly!

Shockable rhythm. Charged to 100.

Stand clear.

Shocking.

Nothing. Go again.

Charging.

Stand clear.

Shocking.

-She's back.

-Intubation tray, please.

Let's page the MRI suite. And someone needs to find her husband.

What happened?

She's had a cardiac arrest. We've intubated her.

You can still do the operation?

We'll know more when we've done a scan.

Will she wake up before the surgery?

So the decision about the treatment is all on me?

It's a joint decision. And we're here to support you.

-But I have to be the one speaking for her.

-I'm sorry.

OK, let's go.

I was just trying to set myself back on the right path...

and then I fell over.

Thank you, God, for this helpful chair.

You should be up on Keller, not wandering around down here.

There are more important places for me to be.

I know what Sacha's going to tell me.

Look, you need our help, you're not God.

No, but we're well acquainted.

Look, I'm just a Catholic that hasn't been to church in a while,

but you sneaking out behind Sacha's back,

-that's not the right thing to do.

-This isn't just to do with Sacha.

I have work.

Those two things aren't connected at all?

Come on. Let's get you back to bed and get you checked over.

Before he's any the wiser.

-Ms Karnik's barely said two words to me since I...

-Since you made out

you knew all her business and massively put your foot in it?

Look, don't worry about it.

Sometimes all it takes is a push in the right direction.

I will get you out the doghouse.

I've been chasing Alison Coleman's MRI scan.

Let's hope the tumour's not bleeding and we still have options.

Urgh.

"Italian biscotti."

Why do people insist on bringing back such disgusting stuff

-from their holidays?

-I'm not sure how relevant options are

-given the patient can no longer consent.

-She has a husband.

-That's good enough.

-Even if she's planning on leaving him?

Ah.

Indeed.

Although, from our perspective, nothing's changed.

I mean, he still is the husband.

Jake could be facing a lifetime of being her carer.

If he knew exactly how Alison felt,

maybe he'd make a different decision.

No marriage is perfect. I know mine wasn't...

but it didn't stop me stepping up to care for Anya.

-Because you loved her.

-Exactly.

Because of how I felt about her. How she felt about me was irrelevant.

Listen, Ollie, you must have gone through all of this before, with...

Tara and I spoke about all eventualities,

if that's what you mean.

And if you were in Jake's shoes

would that emotional ammunition have made any difference?

You come to return my chocolate bar?

I'm afraid not.

And is it cancer?

I believe it is, yes.

So we need to get you into theatre as soon as possible.

That word you used before, "asymptomatic..."

How long have you been having pain?

-Pain is such an elastic word.

-Rabbi...

The time for stiff upper lip has long since passed.

I have a high pain threshold.

I was busy.

I thought it could wait until I saw a doctor.

I'm going to see if there's a theatre slot available.

So, bowel cancer.

I must admit, I had rather more glamorous plans for my departure.

Right, well, there's enough of that talk.

Because you're in the right place to get the help you need.

You've got plenty more wisdom to impart...

and I would hate for the world to miss out.

Sounds like now it's your turn to impart the wisdom.

Jake, the MRI shows no change to the tumour.

So I'd like to operate straight away.

I recommend that we remove the entire tumour.

You said that was riskier.

Yes, but leaving any of the tumour intact could result in bleeds.

You want me to opt for something that could kill my wife

-when I don't have to.

-I know how confusing this must seem to you.

Oh, you know, do you?

When my wife was due to undergo surgery we talked about everything.

Including me having to make decisions,

difficult decisions she was incapable of making.

So, yes, I do know a little about how this must feel.

Hopefully things will be different for you.

Your wife died.

I'm sorry.

Save my wife.

Take as little of the tumour out as you need to keep her alive.

There's been a packed bag in the bottom of our wardrobe

for a few weeks now.

I know she doesn't love me like I love her but...

I can't lose her.

The good news is that we ruled out any problem with your hearts.

This isn't related to the transplant.

What a relief!

IN ITALIAN:

The tests confirm acetone poisoning.

Perhaps you inhaled some fumes doing an experiment?

I always work in a well-ventilated space.

Accidentally ingested some liquids, then?

I've been teaching science for 40 years,

I mark my chemicals properly.

He had a drink. Elderflower cordial, but using mineral water. Here.

I'm hardly likely to have drunk acetone without knowing it!

Normally I'd agree...

but you've been taking ferrous sulphate for your SVT.

One of the side effects is a lingering metallic taste

in your mouth. Perhaps you didn't taste the acetone.

Show her the acetone bottle, would you, please?

There. Clearly, clearly marked.

The first rule of science.

Could you excuse us for a minute?

Sure.

Jimmy, the bottles are so similar.

Mistakes happen. That's nothing to be ashamed of.

Give me a moment?

We have this thing where we don't say a proper goodbye

when we leave the house.

No "I love you" or kisses in case one of us gets run over.

I wish we hadn't done that.

I wish I'd told her I loved her every day.

Saying it out loud just this one time doesn't seem so bad.

I love you.

Bring her back to me.

It's not long before we take you down.

So now you're saving my life

instead of playing up in the back of the class.

Do you know, I remember every single thing you taught me.

I have one of those annoying voices.

It burrows right into the subconscious and never lets go.

I suppose, given the circumstances...

..if there's anything else you want to learn from me,

now's the time to ask.

You're not dying, Rabbi.

Not on my watch.

Such things are not entirely in your control, Sacha.

Oh, come on.

You say you want to look inside yourself, find the answers.

I just don't really think now's the best time.

This might be the only time.

Looks much bigger than it did on the scans.

Scissors and forceps, please.

I must say, I wouldn't want to leave that inside my wife.

Well, we presented both options and Mr Coleman made his decision.

But if it had been you,

would you have chosen the path of least resistance

or grabbed a chance at real happiness?

Yep, the rest of the tumour is attached to the spine.

OK, I'll take over.

Suction.

More suction.

Come on, turn it up.

It's no good, I can't see a damn thing, there's too much blood!

Stay calm. There's plenty of time.

-Just remove enough to save her life.

-I couldn't remove the whole tumour

if I wanted to, there's too much blood.

Suction, Joan, come on!

Everything about the way you live your life confirms your faith...

-..and I'm just not sure I've got that kind of strength.

-Strength?

For 40 years I've been clogging my arteries one day at a time.

Not willpower. Moral strength.

All the people who do unspeakable things to their children,

and yet Essie can't get pregnant.

-My daughter gets leukaemia.

-And survived.

Yeah, but our skill. Not His.

I thought I could live with all this.

I thought I HAD lived with all this.

And then I go back to the Synagogue and...

there He is.

You know, I feel him all around me.

-You were angry.

-Yes.

-Angry at God.

-Yes.

A young doctor dies of cancer,

the daughter of another surgeon,

a young colleague who's at the beginning of her career, all gone.

And why?

-What sort of feckless, selfish God...

-Good. Keep going.

-How dare he...

-Yes!

-Sometimes I hate God as much as I love him.

-Me too.

You're questioning God, Sacha. That's healthy. If anything,

these things are more difficult for people like us to accept.

Everyone else gets to rail and scream.

We have to see these dreadful things

and yet still somehow retain our faith.

The fact that you're worried about these things

shows what a commitment you've already made to God.

Opening up.

Being honest, wanting these answers.

I'm ready.

Don't worry.

If I should die on the operating table,

Rabbi Landau will make a marvellous job

of your Kabbalat Torah celebrations.

He's breaking it off with her.

-The poor guy should give himself a break.

-He's right about one thing.

If he's starting to mark his chemicals incorrectly,

maybe he should stop doing experiments.

Jimmy is sharp as a tack, I know he is.

What does the label say?

Looks like acetone to me. Just like the other one.

Or acqua?

Maybe it wasn't Jimmy who marked the bottle.

I've never even been close to having a religious phase.

Had the occasional fantasy about a vicar, but that's about it.

The nuns at my school would have washed your mouth out

-for chat like that.

-Nuns?

-Yeah, good women, most of them. Great teachers.

Of course, they never shut up about guilt and sin,

-but that's Catholicism for you.

-Well, that sounds like a laugh riot.

Once that stuff is in you, there's no getting it out.

-Believe me, I've tried.

-Guys...

I need a favour, and it's a big one. And it's not the fun sort,

unfortunately, it's the "will you be my bridesmaid" sort.

I'm going to be with Rabbi Stein, can you meet me there in five minutes?

-Roger that.

-Sure.

-Great.

I'm not wearing anything that doesn't match my eyes!

INDISTINCT CONVERSATION

You should have told Mr Coleman you were getting married.

That there is life after grief.

I didn't really want to get into it, truth be told.

Right. Well, wish me luck.

I have a meeting with Hanssen which involves me

putting my head into the lion's mouth.

You've pitched millions of times before, luck doesn't enter into it.

Yeah, but for this one to fly, Holby would have to install an fMRI suite.

Not many of those in the UK.

No, we'd need to shell out for neuro fMRI software,

physicists to interpret the scans...

Hanssen's likely to baulk at the cost

unless it had cross-departmental uses.

-CT and neuro?

-Mm.

Actually, be good to have someone from CT in the room,

if you're interested?

It won't take long.

Well, I haven't got any research commitments at the moment.

Ah, so you would be interested?

CT and neuro hybrid would be perfect for me.

You sure you could use me?

If I can't give my future son-in-law a leg up...

I thought you'd be over your research disappointment by now.

I am. Doesn't mean I can't grab a new opportunity with both hands.

Just because you're marrying into the Addams Family

it doesn't mean you're one of them. Don't underestimate him.

Hi, it's Guy Self again.

It looks like I'm going to need those scans after all. Thanks.

So once the drip is finished we'll check your blood sugars

and blood gases for metabolic acidosis and if you're clear

and you have some additional fluids you should be fine.

No permanent damage except my pride, hm?

Found this one loitering by the vending machine.

Anyone would think she didn't want to leave without you.

What's going on?

Second chances at happiness aren't that easy to come by.

I'm not about to let you throw yours away because of some silly mistake.

Oh, don't say that, will you, please?

You didn't mark the bottles - Valentina did.

And the reason you drank the wrong one is

because she marked it acqua and not water.

You've got what we call expressive handwriting.

And I don't suppose you've ever considered becoming a doctor?

IN ITALIAN:

-I did this to him?

-No, not just you.

I haven't been wearing my reading glasses as much as I should.

I thought it would, well, perhaps make me look younger.

Seriously, the pair of ya, as bad as each other!

This was just a bump in the road towards true love.

I hear you two have been stepping out together recently.

He has two hearts. Not every bloke can say that.

He's a very interesting man.

IN ITALIAN:

-Bruce Willis!

-Ah.

Can you forgive me?

You've still got a lot to learn about science.

But I'm a good teacher...

Oh, before I forget.

Ha! It works!

-Guess that makes us even, yeah?

-I guess it does.

So, Donna thinks romance is in your blood.

She doesn't know you like I do.

Thank you.

This feels right.

Are you sure you want a lapsed Catholic in on this?

And a devout atheist.

Chequered family past here. I don't think it's appropriate.

This is about family.

Which is why I need all of you here.

And it's not a ceremony. It's a blessing.

This is a modern religion. We welcome everyone.

Even chocolate thieves. Sacha?

God, uniquely created in Your image,

I have used my gifts and talents,

my training and my experience,

to bring my skills to support healing.

May my attentiveness reflect the trust placed in me

by each patient, by my colleagues, and You.

May my work reflect the best I have to offer

from the depths of my mind and my soul.

And may the blessings of life and love

be ever-present...

..to my patients and myself.

Amen.

You've reconciled your sense of faith and your belief in medicine.

He's only doing this in case I die

and I won't be around to perform the Kabbalat Torah after the operation.

Well, that's not going to happen.

Proud of you.

Very moving.

I still can't feel my legs properly.

-Well, that could change.

-Could?

Hey, come on.

Look on the bright side, isn't that what you're always telling me?

She wants to do a tandem parachute jump for our second anniversary.

No fear, this woman.

Am I allowed a glass of water?

-Yeah, sure.

-I'll get it.

I am glad that I'm still here. It's just...

I know things seem bleak but there is always hope.

There's a stronger chance that I will be stuck in a bed

and Jake will be forced to look after me.

He seems to really love you.

I love him, too.

I just wanted more, that's all.

I don't know why we're still talking about this.

Seven o'clock - romance and flowers are in the diary.

So the same man that didn't bother with a flashy proposal,

that wanted to elope to avoid the fuss,

that couldn't keep his hands off me on any holiday ever...

That same man wants to carry me over the threshold

before he can be intimate?

Really?

I'm all for fresh starts but it's only a rented apartment.

-I thought it was what you'd want.

-Don't give me that.

You know me, just like I know you.

I don't care about gestures.

I don't want music and dancing and snow globes.

I just...want you.

When we were about to board

and that call came through from the solicitor...

About the house sale completing?

I know we were expecting it but...

It still hit me sideways.

But we both agreed to sell the house.

We'll still be living together.

Just not there, not in our family home.

Remember what The Friar told Romeo?

"Go wisely and slowly. They stumble that run fast."

But, Matteo, it's taken us so long to get here.

And we're not rushing, and we won't stumble, I promise.

I feel like a fraud.

We went all the way to Verona for romance

and all I could muster was fear.

That house is our past.

This new apartment is our future.

And...Verona, that's not where romance is.

It's here. Now.

An fMRI does what an MRI can't.

It detects blood flow and metabolic processes.

And it would enable us to be ahead of any other hospital in the area.

Not to mention opening up Darwin to surgeries currently sent elsewhere -

stereotactic surgeries, electrophysiology studies.

So how would this cutting edge technology help patients?

Erm, well, if I could show you an actual case.

These are scans from a woman in her late 20s

who presented with a brain tumour.

The surgeon at the time used image guiding to understand the tumour.

Under my proposal I would perform an angiogram

along with other vascular imagery

to show if there are any abnormal blood vessels around the tumour.

This would allow me to prepare for bleeding

-and other significant complications.

-Who do these scans belong to?

Had these precautions been taken, the death of this patient, a...

Ms Lo, might have been prevented.

Her name was Dr Lo.

Excuse me.

I hope you didn't feel pressured into any of that.

I know you and God aren't exactly bosom buddies.

Doesn't matter.

I loved it, I thought it was beautiful.

I just want to make him proud.

I hope he's around to see it.

Since when are you so sceptical before surgery?

Not sceptical. Just pragmatic.

We both know that age is a bit of risk, but...

It's not just his age. It's...

It's nothing specific, it's just...

Surgery can be unpredictable...

and now I've set out on this journey, I feel ready.

I just don't feel ready to go it alone.

You won't be.

No offence but...

maybe you're slightly lacking in the...

spiritual guidance department.

That may be, but I'm not talking about me.

It's pretty evident the Rabbi has already given you so much.

And I'm no expert but if you ask me

I think your faith makes you a better doctor.

You've still got terrible taste in women and shirts

but no-one's perfect.

Oh, Hanssen didn't buy what Guy was selling, then?

Oliver?

-How dare you use my wife like that!

-It was an unfortunate coincidence.

-I'm sorry, had I known who Dr Lo was...

-You've been pulling my strings

all day. How long have you been planning this?

It was a mistake.

Stay away from me.

Great. We're ready.

Don't even think about making me do this on my own.

How could you?

Zosia, you don't honestly think that I would sabotage my research grant

-by taking a cheap shot at your future husband.

-After the emotional

blackmail you tried to pull over Mum's wedding dress,

I wouldn't put anything past you.

I miss her.

I wanted you to wear that dress because I miss your mother.

-Of course.

-Every minute of every day.

She was my world and now she's gone

and that is something that I will never, ever get over.

Now...ask me again whether I would use the memory of Ollie's dead wife

to get at him.

Damn, the mesentery's tearing.

We're going to have to revert to open.

-Full laparotomy?

-Yeah.

Actually, wait.

If I put in a hand-port incision then we can continue without...

OK, scapel. Thank you.

-Can you hold that?

-Mm-hm.

OK.

Here goes.

How many times have you warned me about him?

-Even Jac warned me about him.

-I spoke to him about what happened

-and he said it was a mistake.

-Of course he did!

Listen, I'm not saying he isn't capable of doing awful things

but you know how broken he still is over Mum.

Even more reason to spot my Achilles heel.

I'm sorry.

I meant Achilles heel in the sense that Tara's death will always be

a sore point for me. How could it not be?

No-one knows Dad better than I do.

-He would do almost anything to get his own way.

-Exactly.

ALMOST anything.

He said it was a mistake.

I believe him.

It's not what he said that matters so much as what he meant to achieve.

-Ollie...

-A wedge between me and you!

It was a mistake. It was a horrible, upsetting mistake.

There really doesn't need to be any more to it than that.

Unless Tara does still mean more to you than you're willing to admit?

For when you're feeling up to it.

Thank you, Rabbi.

-For everything.

-Save your thanks.

Faith is a choice, Sacha.

You don't have to leave yourself behind to embrace it.

Well...that's very good to know.

HE RECITES FROM THE TORAH

SACHA JOINS IN

I won't struggle if you want to throw me off.

Tempting.

I don't think many people would think it was an accident, do you?

Did you speak to Zosia?

I suppose you think I got inside her head.

Zosia believes you didn't do it on purpose.

So I have to take that at face value.

But you don't. Am I right?

I'm going to marry your daughter very soon

and I believe I'll make her happy.

-What does all this matter compared to that?

-I see.

What Zosia and I have is special.

Play all the games, pull all the strings you want.

I'm immune.

-Steady!

-No, what do you mean?

These hands are the hands of a surgeon.

Oh, I see, no smoky bacon now.

-What else does this epiphany of yours entail?

-Listen, listen.

I'm not going to start turning up to work dressed in a tallit

-and quoting the Torah.

-The scariest thing about religious people

-is they can be right under your nose and you don't even know it.

-Exactly.

Nothing's going to change.

-Everything's going to stay the same, don't worry.

-Right, come on.

-Yes.

All right, well, as long as Sacha keeps his hands to himself

-until after we've conferred.

-Sometimes I just know the answer!

Last time you lost us a fiver saying the capital of Stockholm is Finland.

Well, that was a long time ago and my finger slipped.

Oh, come on, then, you can choose.

-Game faces, people.

-What are the chances? Right.