It Has to Be Now Holby City

Essie Harrison, will you marry me?

Yes!

Zosia opens the medical journal. What will the article say?

Chest wall reconstruction. That I got the funding,

and put Holby back in the spotlight where it belongs.

There is a merger proposed between St Francis and Holby City.

THEY MURMUR IN SHOCK

I've been looking into SAINT.

Post-surgical accelerated independence using novel technology.

You don't think it might be a little risky to launch a new

practice under such scrutiny?

I think risk is what we should be doing.

MUSIC: "Wolves Of Winter" by Biffy Clyro

# We have achieved so much more than you possibly thought we could

# Well, now you see me

# You can achieve anything

# Just remember, no I in team

# There's two in brilliant

# We are the wolves of winter... #

You got this.

Right, today's the day.

Time to prove that SAINT is not just achievable - it's irresistible.

Now, we've got five elective operations that can all qualify -

a right hemicolectomy, a small bowel resection,

an adrenalectomy, a sigmoid colectomy

and a one-sided endarterectomy.

Try saying that again five times faster.

Now, if we're able to send just three of these patients home

within 23 hours, with monitors, then today has been a great day.

Bring it on.

-Hey, early bird.

-Worms to catch.

I'd be sweating my wotsits off if it was me having to present.

What's to sweat about?

Don't mind if I do.

I wouldn't be so chirpy if I was dragged in on my day off.

I volunteered. All hands on deck until this merger's done with.

You don't have to look so happy about it.

What's going on?

I've got a secret.

Step into my office, please.

What?!

I'm sorry...

-You got married?!

-Sh!

HE WHISPERS: You got married?!

-SHE WHISPERS:

-I got married!

We didn't want to make a fuss and it was intimate and really romantic.

You're not annoyed that you weren't there, are you?

Don't be ridiculous. No, I'm...

..just so incredibly happy for you. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Please, please, please,

don't say anything yet cos I haven't told Sacha.

Of course. Secret's safe with me.

Good morning. No Jac?

Yeah, I wonder if she's taking interviews at other hospitals

already. You know what they say about sinking ships.

Jac Naylor? No chance. She's Holby to the bone.

Couldn't even be here to support me today.

Probably because she knew that you didn't need it. What's that?

-A bit of last-minute prep?

-Yeah, just refreshing.

I do that too when I'm nervous.

Who said I was nervous?

Good morning. Roxanna, Oliver.

Just wanted to check that you were both all set?

-Ready and raring.

-Minus a bit of "refreshing."

-I'm sorry I had to

move things forward but now really is the ideal time to launch

a new research project. This is exactly the kind of innovation

-that sets Holby apart.

-Not a problem.

I'm looking forward to sharing my proposal with you.

I look forward to hearing it. I'll see you both later.

COMPUTER ERROR NOTIFICATION

What the...?

-That doesn't look good.

-COMPUTER ERROR NOTIFICATION

Have you tried hitting refresh?

Someone's happy.

Yes, well, I have a reason to be...

-Can I have some help here, please?

-Here we go.

-Sorry!

Nurse Chiltern? They said I'd find you here.

I'm sorry, do I...?

SHE GROANS I've got you. It's fine.

What are you doing here?

I came to the Emergency Department just like you told me to

-and they sent me here.

-OK, let's get you into a bed.

This way...you're going to be fine, OK?

I am sorry.

Just take a seat, OK?

Think. Think!

-Everything all right?

-Does it look all right?

How am I going to present without my data?

Um...

Have you got it saved anywhere else?

Well, yes. I suppose I must have some of it on my laptop but...

-If your husband's at home, couldn't he bring it in?

-Yes.

Ah, allow me to introduce the star of the hour.

Dr Ford, meet Mr Duffy.

So, you're the Harry Allen to his Albert Pierrepoint, are you?

Sorry?

Britain's last executioners. You'd be no good in a pub quiz.

I can assure you, no-one is going to be executed today.

Oh, I hope they are. I want her gone.

Kaput. Out of her misery.

Sorry - who are we talking about?

You knew where you stood with Howard.

-Howard was easy to accommodate, affable even.

-Howard?

We treated Mr Duffy for a neurofibroma tumour two years ago.

You and he grew rather attached, didn't you?

We had an understanding, me and Howard.

A mutually beneficial relationship.

-Right...

-We successfully removed Howard but unfortunately,

another tumour has recurred. This time, formed from a nerve bundle

in the ribs. It's causing bleeding and quite considerable discomfort.

That's one way of putting it.

Right.

You ready for this?

Medusa. She's a demon.

A diva. A malicious attention-seeker.

-I want her gone.

-And that's exactly what's going to happen today.

Mr Duffy is the ideal candidate for the bio-patch.

-We're lucky to have him.

-The sooner she's out of my life, the better.

-She?

-Oh, she's definitely a female, this one.

Well, it won't be a problem for much longer. We'll start

-with a blood test.

-Whatever you say, Doc. I'm all yours.

Whatever it takes.

-Bay one, please.

-Dr Digby!

-Not that one, it's occupied.

-Really? I haven't seen any notes.

Yeah, I'm dealing with her. About to be discharged.

OK, let's get Mr Shah settled in bay eight, please.

-Honestly, it's just food poisoning.

-No offence, Lofty,

but we really can't afford to be slipping up at the moment.

Let me take a look.

Seriously, what is wrong with you?

Mrs Chapman. Hello. How can we help you today?

I think it's food poisoning.

-See?

-Lofty.

He's embarrassed. Thinks I'm stalking him.

But really, a handsome nurse searches your profile

out of the blue, what are you going to do?

I answered a few of Mrs Chapman's health questions online.

No diagnosis, just recommended she come to the ED.

I usually go to the drop-in at St Francis

but they keep fobbing me off.

Not interested in us invisible older women.

So, you've had these symptoms before?

I was fit as a fiddle until not long ago.

I'm sure it's just some iffy shellfish

but it's knocked me for six.

You should see how swollen my leg is.

Right, let me have a look.

That looks like it could be a clot.

These stomach pains, they're unbearable.

I'm not expecting to run any marathons.

I just want to feel myself again.

We'll do our best. Lofty?

You're a life-saver. Thank you so much.

I feel like the Milk Tray man,

swooping in and delivering the goods.

I would take IT support over hospital gift shop chocolate

any day of the week.

Is Henrik around?

Why, have you brought him a box of goodies, too?

Would you be jealous if I had?

I'm used to being second fiddle to you two.

I'm sure he'll be around later. For now, you're needed.

I'm sure it'll be here.

What's going on?

Roxanna's old man's dropping off her laptop.

-Her husband? But that's Professor David Hopkins.

-Yeah?

THE Professor Hopkins. His work in cardiothoracics is legendary.

Yeah, I know who he is. He's Hanssen's mate.

What I can't believe is that

you didn't know him and Roxanna were married.

The Posh and Becks of Neuro and Cardio.

But that's...that's cheating.

-So, Evelyn Chapman.

-I'm on it.

There's just a hold-up with the notes.

St Francis have got a backlog in their correspondence.

Well, then it's even more important that we get

-to the bottom of what's causing this clot.

-I'll speak to Raf.

What are you talking about? Raf's in theatre.

-Someone else, then.

-What?

You can't treat her.

Look, Lofty, I don't know what's going on with your online

-relationship...

-It's not a relationship.

-But I promise you,

-I'm not going to show you up or anything.

-She's your mum.

-What?

You can't treat Evelyn Chapman because she's your mum.

That's not possible.

I honestly thought she'd never come here.

I don't understand.

I gave her a quick Google.

I wanted to help you find her.

How dare you?

I was just trying to get the address to give you something to go by.

My father gave me her address last year.

If I wanted find my mother, I would have found her by myself.

You had abs...

You had absolutely no right doing that.

Morven, I was just trying to help.

By stalking my absent mother?

She messaged me first.

She saw that I was on her profile and that I was a nurse.

She kept asking me about these stomach pains

and before I know it the whole thing became full-on.

Full-on?

Full-on is a woman that you've been spending most your life

trying to forget suddenly turning up at your work place.

Morven, I'm so sorry.

She didn't even recognise me.

It was out of context.

That woman...is not my mother.

All right?

Not in any sense of the word.

Evelyn Chapman is just another patient.

And that is exactly how we're going to treat her.

OK...

Right...erm...um...

OK, we're going to have to do more blood tests,

find out the cause of the clot.

Morven, you can't do that. It's not ethical.

OK, you need to stop with the unwanted advice.

You've done enough.

Ah, I was just on Darwin looking for you.

I thought you were off today?

My days off have to wait. These are testing times.

Work seemed preferable to tense negotiations over seating plans,

-am I right?

-Actually, about the wedding...

-Yeah, I'd be honoured to.

-Sorry?

Thought I'd save you a cringy speech.

I've just made it a bit cringier, haven't I?

We're married already.

-Eh?

-Yeah... Look, we both basically just wanted a really small thing.

You know, just two of us.

Look, I wouldn't have wanted any of that either.

The rigor mortis smile after 500 photographs.

-Confetti in every crevice.

-Great.

So, you're not too disappointed about the best man thing?

Me? No, course not.

But I don't know about the kids.

-Evie's been planning her outfit for ages.

-Oh, no.

I hadn't thought about that...

But it's not about any of us, is it?,

I'm pleased for you - really.

Come on!

Ollie?

-What's going on in there?

-She's practising her presentation.

What is it?

It's virtual reality for people with dementia.

It's something about looking back at significant memories.

It's pretty BOOF! But, you know, that's the future, isn't it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

-Hi.

-Hello.

We've had your blood test back and it shows that your blood is

hypercoagulable, which basically means it's stickier than normal.

"What might the staying of my blood portend?"

Doctor Faustus.

You know it?

Yeah, just a little.

So, what now?

Sorry?

My sticky blood?

We'll have to do a further examination to find out for sure.

Sorry, that rash on your face -

do you mind if I take a closer look at it?

-No, no, shall I take my make-up off?

-Please.

It's kind of all over the place.

Have you...had that for long?

Quite a while. It's cost me a fortune in cover-up.

-It's not significant, is it?

-Possibly.

Any other medical conditions?

High blood pressure?

Epilepsy, jaundice?

Diabetes?

No. Well, I did have gestational diabetes

when I was pregnant with my fourth child.

But I was fit and well with my fifth.

Five. Wow.

That must be quite a handful.

My boys were practically feral,

-fend-for-themselves types.

-Boys.

-Yeah.

Are you OK, darling?

Yeah, sorry... Sorry.

I'll need to go and ask haematology for some advice

and for thrombolia screen tests. Someone will be with you shortly.

Mr Duffy, we have here your test results, everything's looking good.

It'll look a whole better when she's gone.

That's the spirit. Now, I have a proposition for you.

I think we need to up our game a little bit,

pull out all the stops.

What do you mean?

I'd like to invite our Medical Director in to watch the operation.

-What for?

-So I can pitch the bio-patch to her live.

What, like Blue Peter? "Here's one we made earlier."

I want to show this procedure off in its best light - that means you.

-I mean, you're practically one of the team.

-Really?

-Absolutely.

Now, I know that our research may not feel as cutting-edge as some other projects.

What other projects?

Well, there is another consultant vying for the research funding.

You mean people in your own team are battling against you?

Well, I wouldn't exactly say that she's one of the team.

Her research is more neuro-based. VR. So, what do you say?

Do I have your permission?

-I'm in your hands.

-Good man.

Damon will organise a chest X-ray and then we're all systems go.

MACHINE BEEPS

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Come in.

Hey! Boys and their toys, eh?

Yeah, I'm just triple-checking it before I show the patients.

Bad news, I'm afraid. Mrs Sarantis hasn't shown up.

Well, look, Mr McCormick's surgery went well

and Ms Doulton is ready for surgery soon, so I think we should be OK.

Good.

Actually, before you go into theatre, can I have a word?

Yeah, course. Problem?

No, it's just sort of a personal matter.

It's about me and Raf.

We got married, yesterday.

Wow.

Where?

It wasn't anything fancy - it was just a registrar

with some witnesses.

Well, that's fantastic.

Why all of sudden? Why the secrecy?

We'd been thinking we'd keep the wedding small

and then splash out on a honeymoon,

and then with all the uncertainty at work,

we just felt it was the right time to make a commitment.

Mazel tov.

You OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Good.

I'll go and make sure Ms Doulton's prepped for theatre.

Everything all right?

Just thinking about doing a little bit of spying.

What are you talking about?

Enemy camp. In the office - that's them, isn't it?

-Over there?

-Just focus on your own procedure.

I've always fancied a bit of that VR.

Haven't got much of a misspent youth to remember. I thought

I could re-imagine one using it.

Absolutely not. You're on bed rest. I don't want you

wasting your energy virtually gallivanting.

Spoil-sport.

Know thine enemy.

I read that in a book on how to succeed in business.

Stay one step ahead of the competition.

There is no competition. We've got this, all right? Stay put!

Is Oliver always this competitive?

Do you even have to ask?

I hope it pays off. The bio-patch is his baby.

-What if it backfires?

-Oliver knows what he's doing.

He's been working towards this for a long time.

A very long time. The procedure is sound and he knows it.

Now, launching it - that's a big moment. Massive.

And you know what? He deserves it.

I thought you might want to talk.

I don't.

Morven, I know you think pretending this isn't happening

will make it go away but...it won't.

Boys. She said, "My boys."

You need to speak to Raf, explain the situation.

No.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to.

Are you actually threatening to talk to Raf after everything you've done?

Morven, I can't let you treat your mum. I just can't.

So, say I do go to Raf, what then?

Honestly?

I don't know.

I truly am sorry.

How is the man of the hour?

About that. We need to talk.

There's not a problem, is there?

-I'm not doing it.

-What?

-The operation. I'm not having it.

This is absurd. You know as well as I do how much you need this...

-It's not about me!

-Of course it is.

This surgery is important to you, right? YOUR funding.

Rolling out YOUR project. YOUR big moment.

OK, I can't deny that I've put a lot of work into this...

And I'm playing no part in it.

What are you talking about?

Medusa - she's a diva, a drama queen.

This is exactly the razzmatazz moment she would choose to try

-and kill me.

-Mr Duffy, it's a tumour, not a sentient being.

She...it... can't deliberately do anything!

You just don't get it.

-It's bad news, isn't it?

-What?

My results...

Oh, no, no.

We haven't actually had them back.

They're going to take a little while.

I have to say, you're making me rather nervous now, Dr Digby.

My name...wasn't...

always Dr Digby.

I'm sorry?

My...

My name used to be called...

..Dr Shreve.

Dr...

..Morven...

..Shreve.

No.

No, no.

No, that can't be...

Yeah.

I have to leave. I have to get out of here.

No, no. Evelyn. Evelyn. Evelyn.

Please, please, please, please, Evelyn. Please, please.

You can't. We... We still need to wait for your results, remember?

Look, I know this is a massive shock for you.

It was... OK. It was...

It was an awful shock for me too.

-Lofty...

-He set me up.

-No, he didn't, actually.

-Were you in on it as well?

No. I had absolutely no idea.

I think... I think I'm going to be sick...

Hang on.

Here...take some of this.

Does Austin know I'm back?

Yeah, he does. He's known for a while now.

Why didn't you make contact before?

Well...

Like mother, like daughter, I guess.

No. I think you'd better leave.

I think...

I think you'd better leave.

All right.

So, the bio-patch reduces the rate of infection to less than 1%.

Aesthetically, it's a more superior...

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

I seem to have misplaced my office.

You mean Roxanna's office?

Roxanna's office, of course.

You're Professor David Hopkins!

-Last time I checked.

-I'm Oliver Valentine.

Big fan of your work.

Thank you. Who's your friend?

I'm sorry?

The one you were talking to.

Oh, nothing...

Don't worry. We've all been there.

Me and my reflection got engaged 17 times before

I manned up enough to actually ask Roxanna.

Who's the speech in aid of?

It's my patient. He doesn't want to go ahead.

I see. Has he given you a reason for pulling out?

None that I can make sense of. He's...

Well, he's an unusual man.

Well, what's he frightened of?

Who said he was frightened?

They always are, aren't they? I'd start with that.

-I said, no.

-I just want to talk.

Exactly. All talking, no listening.

I'm not letting you bulldoze me into this. This is YOUR moment.

Not mine. I don't want any part of it.

Mr Duffy, Will, please...

No, no, no, no. I'm not letting anyone steer my ship.

You and the tumour, you're as bad as each other.

What are you doing? You can't just leave.

I can and I am.

Let's just talk about it.

You're not seriously expecting me to chase you.

Mr Duffy.

Mr Duffy!

And you say it's Medusa who's the Diva.

Hi.

Mr Duffy!

OK, TAP block going in.

Hey. Mr McCormick is in the recovery bay and he's doing really well.

And Mrs Coleman is prepped for when you're done here.

I love it when a plan comes together.

SHE GROANS IN PAIN

-Evelyn? What's happening?

-My stomach.

Can I get some help here, please!

I came in here with food poisoning. What is this?

-What's happening to me?

-Where's the pain?

-No, not you.

-I'm here to treat you, that's all.

-I don't want you to touch me.

-You're unwell.

-I won't let you ambush me.

-Dr Digby?

She can't come near me. She's not allowed to treat me.

She's my daughter. She's my daughter.

-I can explain.

-Notes.

-She's determined to hurt me.

Agh!

ALARM SOUNDS

Can I have a hand here, please?

We need to get her to theatre for a laparoscopy.

Find out exactly what's going on. You can wait here.

TROLLEY ROLLS AWAY

Mr Duffy.

You won't change my mind.

He forgets, I've been here before.

Well, you didn't have the bio-patch back then, did you?

Roxanna shared my research with you?

The whole hospital is abuzz with it.

Well, they'll have to stop buzzing because it's not happening.

The buzz, that's what you're scared of?

Because that can stop, if that's what you want.

Yes, the procedure is important for my research

but it's more important for you.

You want rid of that tumour, don't you?

Yeah, not as much as it wants rid of me.

If you do this, she'll sabotage it.

-She?

-The tumour. It's a long story.

-I'm not mad.

-I'm sure you're not.

I can imagine it must be very frightening to have

something inside you that wants you dead.

He's right. I'm sorry,

if I glossed over your fears with my enthusiasm for the bio-patch.

I could listen more.

We can lose all that razzmatazz, if that would make you feel safer.

No offence to Roxanna, but I already know I can win this funding.

I don't need to bulldoze you in the process.

Do you mean that?

This is you and me...

..seeing off Medusa together.

That's it.

You can trust me.

I would.

OK. Let's do this, eh?

Bring it on. All of it.

Let's give Medusa the send-off she deserves.

Raf.

Is she OK?

-The bowel is black.

-Ischaemia?

We're going to need to remove the dead bowel.

But what if there's not enough left you can salvage?

It seems like there's about 1.5 metres of viable bowel left.

And if you can't join it up?

I know what I'm doing.

So do I. That's how I know how serious this can be.

I'm not going to give you any guarantees, Morven.

I can't - you know that.

But I do promise I will take the best possible care of her.

Now, please, let me focus. We need to work.

-Professor, what are you doing here?

-What do you think I'm doing?

I'm scrubbing in. He is my patient.

I'm sorry?

Your face. Roxanna tells me I tease too much.

All I meant was it's thanks to me he's on the table.

Oh, yes.

Very good. Because he..

You encouraged him to... Very funny.

Thank you, by the way.

-I actually came in to ask you a favour.

-Go on.

I'd like to watch, if that's OK with you?

Can't beat the buzz of the theatre. You miss it, when it's gone.

I didn't know you weren't operating.

Too many teaching commitments, is it?

Something like that. You don't mind, do you?

Be my guest.

-Wasn't that...?

-Yes. It was.

Be cool.

Mr Di Lucca is my doctor now.

I think it's simpler that way.

Yeah, of course.

I was in a lot of pain.

I was frightened.

I hadn't been in pain like that since...

..since I lost a baby.

Two, actually.

It was exactly the same pain.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It was a long time ago.

I don't know what you want from me, Morven.

I'm not sure I even know myself.

Maybe I could...sit with you, or something.

I'm very tired.

Yeah.

Of course.

Cauterising now.

OK.

And there's the tumour.

-Hello, Medusa.

-Naked as the day she was born.

Looks like it's going well.

Resecting...now.

Good.

ALARM SOUNDS

He's arresting. All pressures are down.

I need to open the pericardium. Paddles, please. Charge to 20.

Thank you.

-Charged.

-Stand clear.

-Shock.

Nothing. Charge to 30, please.

Come on, Will. Don't do this to me.

Don't let Medusa have the last laugh.

-Charged.

-Stand clear.

-Shock.

He's back in sinus.

Nice work, Mr Valentine.

We're not there yet. Could be an irritable heart.

Let's have 300mg ofamiodarone, please. Now.

Everything OK? How's it going?

Well, unfortunately, Ms Doulton is now on the main ward

and will be under hourly obs all night.

The complications from the operation mean she doesn't qualify for SAINT.

The risk of re-haemorrhage is too great.

But, look, we're fine...

Yeah, still have our three amigos.

As long as all three of them go home within 23 hours, we've done it.

No pressure, then.

Hey. Raf and I wondered if you would like to join us

for a drink at Albie's tonight.

Yes, obviously.

I think I should probably stay here, actually.

-OK. Another time.

-Yeah. Yeah, of course.

So far, so good. OK. Let's set up for the chest wall reconstruction.

Ollie, you know, given the circumstances,

-I'm not convinced we should proceed.

-Why not?

He's just had a cardiac arrest. You'd be keeping him

under anaesthetic longer than he should be.

If we leave the chest wall like this, it will collapse.

He'll experience breathing difficulties,

not to mention the risk of pneumonia.

The bio-patch would...should prevent all post-op issues.

I owe it to him to finish the job.

OK. It's your call.

Bio-patch, please.

Yes, that was gutsy in there, Mr Valentine. Impressive.

Let's hope Nina agrees.

Hello, boys. Making friends?

Checking out the competition. And I tell you what - he's good.

We need to up our game.

Our game's just fine. He's hustling you.

Even without your case studies footage?

Obviously, those files corrupting isn't ideal

but we're in good shape, considering.

It would be better with a case study, though.

What do you want me to do, David?

-I didn't save those film clips anywhere else.

-So, use me.

-What?

-Let me be your case study.

It's not like we're short on significant memories.

But surely it won't work on someone that's neurotypical?

Isn't it designed for people with dementia?

I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

Is that why you stopped operating?

A lapse. It's not worth contemplating.

David's been focusing on developing the programme with me.

Making me the ideal person to show it off.

-I would never ask that of you.

-I know. I know.

That's why I'm offering.

I've spent so long in denial,

telling myself I wouldn't allow this to happen.

But this disease, it doesn't listen.

It's happening, Rox, whether we like it or not.

Time to own it.

Are those Evelyn's results?

-Mmm.

-May I?

She's not your patient, Morven. I thought we were clear about that.

It's better for both of you.

It's just something she said earlier.

-She mentioned a history of miscarriage.

-And?

Well, that with the gestational diabetes

and that butterfly rash and the bowel ischemia.

-You have a theory?

-Yes, I do. I'm thinking lupus.

Do you know what? I think you might just be right.

I just can't believe they didn't notice it before.

OK, well, I'll speak to Evelyn, give her the diagnosis.

Make sure she knows how important it is that she takes her medication.

-Yeah?

-You know, Morven, that most people with lupus have a normal life expectancy.

She has the right diagnosis now, thanks to you.

It's going to be all right.

David!

I heard you were stalking our corridors. How've you been?

Well, I haven't forgotten you owe me dinner, if that's what you mean.

-Ah!

-I think he's hoping once I'm totally gaga

the slate will be wiped clean.

It's OK. He knows. Everyone will soon.

-How come?

-I'm going to be doing the VR demonstration

for Roxanna's presentation.

You should drop by - impressive kit.

Indeed, well... A little hectic today but, yes.

For you and me both. Speaking of which, I better get on.

Stiff competition.

Sushi. You can buy me sushi.

You two are close?

-Yep.

-I'm sorry. It's a terrible disease.

Listen, I hope I'm not being out of line here, but do you think

it's wise if he's using his own memories to demonstrate the VR?

Won't it be upsetting for both of them?

Medicine's a vocation. And if I know David,

he'll cling to that for as long as the disease lets him.

But what if the disease won't let him?

What if he has less time than he thinks?

Has something happened?

He tried to scrub in on my operation earlier.

-What?

-He passed it off as a joke

and I didn't think much of it at the time, but...

..now...

-Does Roxanna know?

-Like I said, I thought he was joking.

Right, well, I'll have a word with her after the presentation.

She's his primary carer?

Indeed she is.

You should take him for that dinner.

Lupus?

-That's serious, isn't it?

-Untreated, it can be.

But now that you have the diagnosis,

you're in the best possible position.

OK...

So, what now?

We need to find the right medications to relieve your symptoms

and you should see a rheumatologist in the first instance.

Thank you. Well, at least I know what I'm up against.

Actually, it's Dr Digby you have to thank for that.

She's the one that made the diagnosis.

Right, then, refreshments.

Ollie, join us.

Tea?

Thank you.

Can you pass me the..

The, er...

-He means the milk.

-Yeah.

Rox... I was getting there.

I don't need infantilising.

I didn't mean to.

Thank you.

Oh...

You didn't tell me.

It's not a big deal.

It's always the teabags.

It must be difficult.

-It's David it's happening to.

-Not just for him.

I used to say there were good days and bad days.

Now, I don't know.

More like...

..bad days and worse days.

I'm sorry.

If you'll excuse me for a moment.

Copying their homework?

No, just...

It's a life's work - a vocation.

Make any sense to you?

None, just to them.

That's the whole point, I guess.

Right, Mr McCormick is ready for discharge.

Mr Begum and Mrs Coleman will be ready in the next eight hours.

Fantastic. Well, I think today we can confidently say

that we have rolled out SAINT.

Not that I ever doubted that we would.

Oh, no, not at all.

All that stress and worry was just for fun?

Well, I like to keep you on your toes.

I was always sure.

A successful day?

-Yes, yes, absolutely. In the end.

-Very good.

And I gather that SAINT is not the only thing we're celebrating.

-Mr Di Lucca told me your news. Congratulations.

-Thank you.

So if you'd me to say a few words at your drinks tonight...

Er, actually, I haven't spoken to Raf yet

but I don't think that's going to happen now.

It's been such a big day

-and everyone's been so focused on their work...

-Nonsense.

Celebrating one another, raising each other up -

that's what makes Holby so special,

particularly when the times are tough.

So, Albie's, seven o'clock tonight?

Seven o'clock at Albie's.

I quite fancy a pint...

..of wine.

I must say, this is very impressive.

Is there anything you'd like to add?

Yes...

..actually, there is.

Is that a joke?

No joke.

Medicine isn't just...

..showmanship. It's not just innovation.

It's understanding when a patient is frightened.

It's compassion.

It's understanding. It's vocation.

Now there are many surgeons that could continue my work in the bio-patch but...

Roxanna's dementia project - that has to be her.

It has to be them...

And it has to be now.

So...

..choose hers.

Good luck.

Dr Digby?

At least call me Morven.

Mr Di Lucca tells me it's you I have to thank for my diagnosis.

It's just doing my job.

When you were a little girl,

we used to play this game, telling stories one word at a time.

You were always miles ahead.

You remember that?

Yes, of course.

Rory and AJ don't remember anything.

He's a dad now - AJ.

You're a gran.

Morven, please...

You know, for years and years, I thought that it was my fault.

No, it was never your fault.

I thought that maybe I'd, erm...

..spent too long putting my school shoes on or that

-I refused one too many times to eat my peas.

-No.

It was so complicated.

I was always the outsider here.

It was always you kids and Austin.

There was never any place for me.

Don't you dare blame my dad.

I'm not blaming your dad.

You didn't need me.

Not then, not now.

I mean...look at you.

Look how well you've done.

I haven't always been doing well.

I wasn't on Mother's Day,

when everybody was making these little cutesy cards...

..and we'd have this big celebration assembly

about how every family is different

and I'd feel my cheeks burning.

Lots of kids grow up with one-parent families.

It wasn't just when I was a kid.

Do you know how I got my name?

-Digby?

-No.

I was married once.

His name was Arthur...

You're so young.

Plenty of first marriages don't work out.

He died.

So...

You might look at me and see this bright young doctor

who's doing just fine.

But you'd be wrong.

Because there were plenty of times when I really needed a mum.

Morven...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, truly I am.

Look, maybe,

maybe we could meet up again some time, you know?

Get to know each other a little more.

Do you mean that?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Tuesdays are good for me.

Kenny, he's my husband, he has his bridge club.

What?

So he wouldn't notice if I'm late by an hour or two.

Sorry, are you...

Are you imagining some kind of secret affair?

Morven, be reasonable.

I have a family. I have a life.

My boys don't know anything about you.

It would rip their world apart.

Because what type of mother would do that to her kids, eh?

Morven...

I don't want to argue with you.

No, there's no arguments.

It's simple, actually.

You don't want me to be a part of your life.

And I don't need you in mine.

Rory and AJ don't even remember you.

And it turns out, they knew you way better than I did.

ALL CHEER

WEDDING MARCH PLAYS

I know it's all a little bit last-minute

but we thought you deserved a proper wedding do.

Oh, it's gorgeous.

It's like Pinterest met Medics Weekly

and made a beautiful but slightly disturbing baby.

Thank you.

-You deserve it.

-I'll drink to that!

WEDDING MARCH PLAYS

There you go.

BACKGROUND CHATTER

Earlier on, when you told me you got married...

..I was a bit...

..surprised.

But I don't want you to think that I'm not happy for you.

Because I am.

Many waters cannot quench love...

..neither can the floods drown it.

You mean the world to me.

You always will.

And I wish you every happiness.

Thank you.

Yeah.

# Is it real, real, real love?

# Is it real, real, real... #

-Go on, then.

-No!

So, you did it?

-She's gone?

-I did it. She's gone. Medusa is no more.

-Thank you.

-No need to thank me.

What's next?

Well, that's up to you.

The next big adventure...

Unattached, so to speak.

That sounds like a plan.

Hey, maybe you could get me a job around here?

Goodnight, Mr Duffy.

Mr Valentine.

I want to take this opportunity to say a few words.

Here we go.

I'm not going to keep you long because my mum taught me that

if you haven't got anything nice to say, don't say anything at all,

so that ends the speech.

No, only joking.

Listen, so it looks like Raf is the first of my brood to leave the nest.

And we lived together for a long time.

So I feel like I'm duty bound to let Essie in on a few treats

that she has in store.

He only likes to sleep on the left-hand side of the bed.

Don't ask me how I know that one.

And then there's the nights in cooking together.

And by cooking I mean Raf burning everything

and me fanning the smoke alarm.

But let's not forget your tighty-whiteys, mate.

They're a bit too tight and not very white.

Yeah, they look a little bit like a science experiment

most of the time - no wonder he went into medicine.

But this is a couple that believes tables are for dancing on

and stories are for sharing.

They are loving, they are passionate...

..and just a little bit naughty

and, together, they're going to be unstoppable.

I'll never have a better friend, mate, and I love ya.

You too.

So my toast is...

My toast is to Raf and Essie.

ALL: To Raf and Essie!

Give her a kiss!

Better than that! Give her a proper kiss.

CHEERING

-AUTOMATED VOICE:

-Doors opening, lift going up.

-AUTOMATED VOICE:

-Doors closing.

Long day?

Good day.

May I?

Remember all that luggage Henrik brought

when we were at that clinic in Trinidad?

Yeah, very heavy it was, too.

Loads of pants, no sunscreen.

THEY LAUGH

MUSIC: Can't Get You Out of My Head by Kylie Minogue

MUSIC: True by Spandau Ballet

Ah... Who let Sacha loose on the playlist?

Come on, you know you love it.

Sorry, I'm late.

Glad you could make it. Drink?

Yes, thank you, I will.

Cheers.

Mr Valentine, I heard about your presentation.

I'm sorry if you feel that I let you down.

On the contrary.

You're going to be an excellent consultant...

..one day.

DISCO MUSIC RESUMES

Hey!

Zosia would be very proud of you.

Thinking about Arthur?

Always.

But it's a good thing, though.

This is lovely, isn't it?

Good old family knees-up.

Yeah, complete with embarrassing dad dancing.

I wouldn't change it, though.

We're lucky...

..to have each other.

All the family anybody needs.

Has something happened?

Nothing that matters.

Come on.