Holby City1999

Connie Beauchamp:
Stop being so superior. Just because you're seven feet seven doesn't mean you can...

Henrik Hanssen:
Pressurising the donor family, telling the donor family about the recipient, ignoring the protocol of waiting list eligibility, failng to contact UK Transplant - it's like you *want* a tribunal.

Connie Beauchamp:
No, it's like I want to resign. In fact that's it - I'm resigning. Consider that my resignation.

Henrik Hanssen:
Oh really!

Connie Beauchamp:
Don't "oh really" me, you depressing giant Swede. I will *not* be part of it - the cuts, the redundancies. Or "firings" as I like to call them. I can't do it. It goes against *everything* I believe in.

Henrik Hanssen:
Not prepared to play the villain?

Connie Beauchamp:
No, that's not it, and you know it. Listen, from one to another, you really have it down to an art form. Do you know what they call you? "Horrid Henrik", "Henrik the Herring", "Henrik Hitler", "Bjorn the Slasher". Shall I go on?

Henrik Hanssen:
If *we* don't do it, someone else will.

Connie Beauchamp:
Huh! Yes, well that's exactly the kind of tosh people like us say to salve our consciences. You *know* that I'm making the harder decision.

Henrik Hanssen:
Then you are the toughest of all cookies, and I merely crumble in your presence. What I *actually* came to talk about was to say I've spoken to UK Transplant on your behalf. Given the uniqueness of our situation and the geographical imperative, they've verbally okayed the procedure. So now that I've saved you from a GMC hearing, do you still want to resign?

Connie Beauchamp:
Yes I do.

[Henrik looks gobsmacked]

Henrik Hanssen:
Right. And do you have anything to add before I cascade the email, or will the smorgasbord of Swedish jibes suffice?

Connie Beauchamp:
Elliot Hope is a genius.

Henrik Hanssen:
The question of his health remains.

Connie Beauchamp:
It would be a *huge* mistake to get rid of him.

Henrik Hanssen:
You're stepping aside for him.

Connie Beauchamp:
No. Yes. D'you know what. This, everything, it's wrong. *You* know it and *I* know it. Happy Christmas.

[Connie walks away]