All language subtitles for Monroe s02e06.eng

[Filmrise theme]

Mike law, age 30.

We removed an acoustic
neuroma two days ago

and preserved both his
hearing and his facial nerve,

which basically means that
he can still smile when he hears

us tell him he's good-looking.

Duncan west, age 42,
arrived two nights ago.

Thought he was having a stroke.

Our old friend the
cerebral aneurysm.

Called it, coiled it,
and Duncan's recovery

is so good he's started
to hate the sight of us.

Wilf hazelhurst, age
65, has early onset

Alzheimer's and a meningioma.

Mr. Hazelhurst likes to play
the piano, and his playing is

unaffected by the Alzheimer's.

His wife, olive, is anxious
that tomorrow's brain

surgery doesn't
damage his musical gift.

And he doesn't like
being in pajamas,

so we're going with
smart casual for now.

Any questions?

I thought not.
- Just...

Good.

One who is this guy?

This is Jacob namobu,
a medical student

thinking of neurosurgery.

To the best of my knowledge
he is in perfect health.

Make sure he is returned
that way at the end of the shift.

Where are you going to be?

At home hosting
my son's stag night.

You are well and truly
on your own, Jacob.

Don't believe a word springer
says, and hold on tight.

You're in for the
ride of your life.

[Theme music]

So you like playing the piano?

What did you say your name was?

Mr. Springer.

What did he say his name was?

Do you remember that you
are going to have an operation?

Voluntary mutism.

He tends to be like that
with patronizing twats.

Hello, Mr. Hazelhurst.

Hello, Lizzie.

Where have you been hiding?

That's me. I'm gone.

Don't be late.

I thought Nick didn't
want a stag night.

Well, he doesn't.

But you know, I can't
send him to his fate

without marking the occasion.

Are there any special qualities

you want me to look
out for in our lab rat?

When Alex Ferguson first laid
eyes on Ryan giggs he said,

he floated over the
ground like a cocker spaniel

chasing a piece of
silver paper in the wind.

Alistair Gillespie: You both
remember my pilot scheme

is coming to an end, don't you?

My head of clinical
service's position.

I'd like to think you'd
support its extension.

You'd like to think that.

That's self-evident.

It's online if you care
to give me your support.

You enjoyed that a bit too much.

I take my pleasure where I can.

Oh, um, I haven't
forgotten about tonight.

I might be a little bit late,
because we've got relate first,

but I will be there.

How's that going back home?

It's well.

Yeah. Yeah.

Really well.

And you and bremner, it's good?

Yeah we're doing just fine.

Great.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

You just think about
what you're doing.

You're throwing everything away.

I just can't come in every day
and face bremner or Shepherd.

Did you explain the
real reason for leaving?

I just said it was
for family reasons.

Which it is, in a way.

What'd your boyfriend think?

He doesn't know yet.

He'd only try and
talk me out of it.

Daniel springer: Neurosurgery
is all about character.

You need the wisdom of
Buddha, the courage of a lion,

and the touch of a woman.

Hi there.

This is Ms. Witney,
cardiac surgical registrar,

and Mr. Mullery,
general surgery registrar.

This is Jacob namobu,
the mowgli to my bagheera.

Borderline racist, but
that's progress of sorts.

Well, what can I say?

I don't see color.

You're up for neuro, Jacob.

Many years of
study and hard work

might you get the chance of
dating a woman as hot as that.

That would be nice.

This better be good.

I'm already running late.

[Whistling]

Ah, you got it.

Custom made.

Wilf, can I help you?

They said you needed
your radiators bleeding.

I'm on my way out.

Off duty an hour ago.

So are you.

You do remember that the
pilot scheme comes to an end

next week.

What pilot scheme is
this of which you speak?

There are so many it
gets quite confusing.

I knew it would happen one day.

You are going to heal the
sick with the power of song.

My daughter doesn't
use it anymore.

I thought wilf might like it.

Were you ever a singing nun,
or was that just a dream I had?

You know, the music,
the moonlight, the wimple.

I thought it was just catholic
boys that dreamt of stuff

like that.

Oh, I'm very inclusive when
it comes to sexual fantasy.

Too much information.

Andrew mullery: Ok.

Huge pile-up, m62.

We have an rta passenger,
could co the first of many.

Joey Shaw, 40,
admitted through a&e.

I stabilized him and ordered
an emergency ct scan.

Good call, Mr. Mullery.

Thank you, Mr. Springer.

And the driver?

He's a bit out of it.

Wilson has ordered him a scan.

Drink?

He says not, but then
he did cause the pile-up.

So he would, wouldn't he?

Are you going to
call Monroe back in?

[Scoffs] And ruin
my first solo flight.

No way.

Let's wait and see
where they send

the rest of the casualties.

Jacob, there's the extra-dural
overlying the transverse sinus

and it may be occluding it.

So how is the blood
draining from the brain?

Is it draining down the
opposite transverse sinus

and down the sigmoid
to the internal jugular?

Yes good.

Good.

You ever seen a
craniotomy before?

No.

Make sure you
bring your sick bag,

my friend, because you are
about to lose your neuro cherry.

Hang in there, Joey.

They got drugs in here
like you wouldn't believe.

Go on, Joey mate.

He'll be sound though, won't he?
- Yeah.

Don't worry.

We're going to operate to
remove a clot in Joey's brain.

It's his 40th, so you know,
do a good job and all that,

won't you?
- Yeah.

Text me later, love. Won't ya?

With the final score.

We've booked you in for a scan.

So I'm afraid you
can't leave yet.

I've told ya.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Blinding headache,
lost the steering wheel.

Next minute I know,
it's heavy metal time.

And I wake with five
cars piled up around me.

I'm fine now.
- What sort of headache was it?

The kind that makes
you drive like wacky races.

There's something
I need to ask you.

You said you
haven't been drinking.

Have you been taking drugs?

No.

Nothing at all?

Well, I always do a line
of whizz on a Friday night,

but that's not
taking drugs, is it?

It's more of a livener.

Happy birthday, Joey.

We good to go?

Yeah.

[Music - coldplay, "fix you"]

Blade me, cool breeze.

Knife please, nurse.

Before you get married tomorrow,

let me tell you three things
that make life worth living.

Please don't.

The pitch at old trafford
before the start of the season,

the first glimpse of
cleavage in spring time,

and an unopened deck of cards.

Dad.

Marriage is a lot like poker.

Don't go aggressive
on a dud hand.

Don't get sucked
into putting money

into the pot to see the flop.

I don't think I
should get married.

Well, that's one way of
getting out of your stag night.

No. I mean it, dad.

I think you were right.

Me and Donna.

It's all too soon.
- Nah.

It's nerves, son.

It's just nerves.

I was nervous when
I married your mom.

I was pretty nervous
during the service with

her dad's shot gun
trained on me, especially

as he had Parkinson's.

That's one for the
neurosurgeons in the audience.

You're supposed to laugh
at that point, you know.

This is some of my best
material for the speech tomorrow.

Nick, are you serious?

I thought you'd be glad.

All your arguments have
finally got through to me.

[Doorbell ringing]

Oh, son.

You seemed so certain.

Look.

You don't want to
get married tomorrow.

That's fine too. Really.

Whatever your
choice, I'll back you up.

I'll be here for you. All right.

- You better answer that.
- No.

I can send them
away. I'll send them.

We'll sit down.

We'll talk it through.

You know what.

Let's play.

Let's play now,
and we'll talk later.

Maybe I'm just
thinking too much.

[Doorbell ringing]

[Knocking]

Ok.

Ready to take the
bone flap away.

Whoa.

A bit more blood than expected.

You've removed
the tamponade effect.

He's removed the clot.

It was acting like a plug.
- Yeah.

I know what I've done.

Paddies and surgicel.

We need to soak this up
and wait for the clot to form.

There's been an
rta out in the m62.

Not clear how many casualties
they're bringing here yet.

Springer's working on
the first of them now.

All right.

Well, I'll take my
phone with me.

Call me if you need me to come
back and open second theater.

Ok.

You haven't forgotten, have you?

No. No.

I haven't forgotten.

Well, we can't be
late for counseling.

Looks like we don't care.

I don't think we
should go any more.

Really?

Well, I know it's been tough.

I just don't think there's
any point in going if you're

going to carry on lying to me.

Lying to you?

What... what do you think
I've been lying to you about?

About sleeping with witney.

About that.

How long have you known?

For certain?

About a week.

For certain?

What does that mean? What?

Somebody told you?
- Why is that important?

You know I know.

So why?

Why haven't you said
anything until now.

Because I thought fondly
that I could Bury it, carry on,

carry on as though
nothing had happened.

Right.

But I found that I couldn't do
that, because I looked at you

and I realized how naive I
was to imagine that the secret

wouldn't just make me hate you.

Right.

I see.

God, I'm sorry.

What do you want to do?

How do you want to sort this?

You leave.

I stay.

Try to be good
parents to our son.

How about I stay?

We work on our relationship.

I mean the worst is behind us.

My madness, my
stupidity is over.

I ended it.

Please, Jenny...

So you think that I should
stay with you so your sacrifice

wasn't in vain?

You know that
wasn't what I meant.

No. I don't know
anything about you.

You presented one
version of yourself, which

turns out to be entirely false.

So I don't know what you
mean or what you don't mean.

You know me.

You know me better
than anyone else.

You understand me
better than anyone else.

Neither of those are
good enough reasons

to carry on damaging
each other like this.

I know...

I know you're angry.

You've got every right.

But I am begging you, please.

We can work this out.

When we first met,
you promised me

that my opinion of
relationships had been colored

by my unfortunate experiences.

And I chose to believe you.

I now see that I was
mistaken to do so.

Well, maybe... maybe
there's a reason for that.

What are you implying?

Perhaps, you
just can't be loved.

Perhaps, you are incapable
of having a relationship.

And perhaps, I am
just one in a long line

of men, who died trying.

Ok.

Big blind, a fiver.

Small blind, 2.50.

No smoking at the table.

No jokes about my
son's honeymoon night.

I don't want him embarrassed.

Are you old enough
to get married, love?

Or do your mom and dad
have to sign something?

I'll bet.

Them might not be the only cards

you're looking at this month.

Eh, boss?

Call.

What's that supposed to mean?

Gabriel Monroe: The pilot
scheme is coming to an end.

Alistair may no
longer be our boss.

How long has that been?

10 minutes. Not long enough.

You've not packed
it for long enough.

Yeah. Ok.

No clot form.

Let's pack the brain.

Get another
transfusion into him.

And you can cut out
the sideways glances.

I'm on top of this.

I'll call and raise a fiver.

Why are you chucking it in?

I'm not.

This is just Monroe's
way of saying

that the decision will be
taken after consultation

with senior staff.

His fate is in my hands.

That's you screwed then, boss.

Yeah, well.

It's either me or a
jobsworth with a degree

in management from the
university of up your own ass.

Are you enjoying
your stag night, Nick?

Can you live with
the sharp banter?

It's the first stag do I've
been to with the groom's

parents in attendance.

It's not a stag do.

I'll fold.

I hope he's going to
be a bit more animated

when the stripper gram arrives.

[Mobile ringing]

Alistair Gillespie:
Hello, Gillespie.

Yep.

Well, I can't keep wasting
all that blood on transfusions

when it's just pouring
out of him for fun.

I'm trying to find the bleeder.

- I think we should call Monroe.
- No.

Kitty Wilson: At this
rate, the patient's

either going to arrest or
be killed by an air embolus.

Mary, call Monroe.

He's bleeding out.

You can't pull rank.

I'm the registrar.

I'm not pulling rank.

Your anesthetist is.

Well, just leave the brain
packed until I get there,

and tell springer
not to go near it.

Alistair Gillespie:
Sorry, folks.

Huge rta. Gotta go.

Tell a&e I'll be
there in 20 minutes.

Just so I know.

Did anyone have anything
better than four of a kind?

- I want to come in too.
- Yeah.

And me.

Don't want to miss
the excitement.

Straight flush
since you're asking.

Now, are you sure you don't
want us to strip you naked

and tie you to a
lamppost before we go?

No, I'm fine.

I know I'm missing
out, but I'll live with it.

- I'll see you.
- Here.

One of your wedding presents.

You can open it early.

It's a computer game based
on marriage counseling,

but it's got guns and
hoes. It's educational.

Thanks.

Sounds perfect.
- Oh, here.

And you know the other thing
that we were talking about.

Are you good or less than good?

- I'll talk to mom.
- Anna, talk to your son.

But don't decide
anything until I get back,

and I'm sorry again. It's a...

An emergency.

This is like my
whole entire childhood

played out in one moment.

Ha.

[Sigh] Suppose we
better cancel the pizza.

Let's not be hasty.

[Siren blaring]

[Chatter]

Where's my husband?

They just brought my
son in an ambulance,

and no one can tell me
where my husband is.

- Jill.
- Come on, love.

I'll find out where
they've taken him.

Please tell me where they are.

Monroe, I've got a
teenager with chest,

abdo, and head injuries.

You've got one
in theater already,

and the driver's confused.

So we ordered him a ct scan.

I've got a lorry
driver with suspected

ruptured spleen, so
ordered him a ct scan as well.

Two vehicles...

I love your eye
for detail, mullery,

but I've got to get to theater.

I'll send Wilson
to the briefing.

Can someone please
take Mr. Hazlehurst

back to the cottingley ward?

Excuse me, sir.

Ok.

The cavalry is here.

Wilson, scrub out.
Get to the ilkley room.

We need to know
our priorities after this.

Springer, clear the wound of
swabs and let me take a look.

Every time I do he
starts to bleed out.

Good.

So I'm not here
under false pretenses

when I should be at
home with a royal flush.

Do it.

Andrew mullery: In the second
vehicle, the dawlish family,

the mother has got away
with a fractured clavicle.

The father, Steven, has
chest and lung injuries.

The son, Luke dawlish, 16
years old, has got the worst of it.

Three injuries all
needing surgery.

A ct scan confirmed
severe abdominal bleeding,

and he's got a head injury.

Skull fracture and
subdural hematoma.

Cardiac takes priority.

Ct also shows the
aorta bulging and blood

washing around the left chest.
- All right.

Well, that means we go first.

Miss witney.
- Anything else?

We've got a lorry driver with
suspected ruptured spleen.

Pretty straightforward.

Andrew mullery: Not really.

He weighs 24 stone.

The bleeding stopped.

Yes.

My mere presence has
caused the blood to clot.

Unless there's some
other explanation.

- I didn't leave enough time.
- Correct.

Too impatient.

You were showing off,
possibly for young Jacob here.

Well, not exactly showing off.

From one flash bastard
to another, take the blame

and move on.

Fix the dura with
pop off suture.

And then I want the bone
fix with titanium plates.

Ok, springer.

Really?

Yes, really.

Unless you want to knit
him a chainmail balaclava.

No. No.

I mean you still
trust me to do that?

You asked for help
when you needed it.

That's the moral of
the story here surely.

Besides there's five
carloads of bodies

in a&e. You'll
have plenty of time

to redeem yourself
before the end of the night.

This kid with the multiples.

I hear the heart is first up.

I take it you're doing the lot.

She knows.

Jenny knows about me and witney.

She says she's known for a week.
- I know.

I'm sorry.

What do you mean you know?

I know because I told.

Well, why the fuck
would you do that to me?

Look, Larry.

Lying wasn't going
to do any good.

She had already
worked it out for herself.

And you know, in the end,
maybe it's good if the truth is out.

Truth?

Why do you never
answer your phone?

We've got another ambulance
arriving at a&e in 10 minutes.

Just give me a second.

When did you become the
poster boy for honesty, huh?

You've screwed my relationship.

You've screwed my family.

You've screwed everything.

Yeah.

Everything apart from
witney, who you screwed

in case that escaped your mind.
- Mr. Monroe!

I'm coming. All right.

I'm coming.

Take that.

Thank you.

Hold that back for me.

Lizzie clapham: Your
son Luke is in theater,

having heart surgery.

And he'll need two
more emergency

operations after that.

Your husband's
stable, but I'm afraid he's

going to need an operation too.

If it had a better radio, none
of this would have happened.

I'm sorry?

Luke always sits
in front, because he

can't hear radio in back.

So if it had better speakers, it
would have been me in front.

I don't want you sitting
here worrying about if onlys.

Why not?

It's either that or
scream the place down.

I'll do that if you rather.

You do whatever
makes you feel better.

I'll come and find you
when he's out of surgery.

Ok.

How's the blood pressure?

[Mobile ringing]

Ok.

Thank you.

I'm going to open
the pericardium.

Check for further damage there.

Then, I'll repair the aorta.

It may well need a graft
by the looks of the scans.

Yes.

Right. Yes.

Yes. I'll send her.

Thank you.

That was mullery
from a&e. He wants

you to go down for a suspected
tamponade right now please.

Go on.

Thank you, miss witney.

All right.

Let's crack on.

This young man's got
another two ops to endure

before the night's out.

What are we looking at now?

Kitty Wilson: Springer was
just treating the passenger.

This is the driver.

I thought the
driver wasn't hurt.

He wasn't. Not by
the crash at least.

Not a Mark on him, but
he was a bit incoherent.

So I ordered a ct scan.

Well, something's giving him
a nice little brain hemorrhage.

If it wasn't the crash...

Amphetimine abuse.

He's been readily taking
speed since the late '80s.

Ah, madchester.

So much to answer for.

I've admitted him
for observation

and talked with him
about his lifestyle.

No. No.

You need to get back down
to a&e. I know just the person

to give him a lifestyle chat.

I thought them headaches
were getting worse.

Do you know what I mean?

Taking speed will do that.

Well, they call me
buzz for a reason.

Well, you got yourself a brain
hemorrhage for your troubles,

so maybe now they'll call
you brain damage instead.

You're hardly Florence
nightingale, you are.

Yeah.

Sorry.

I tend more towards
the Kathy bates

in misery school for those
who drive under the influence.

Never crashed till
tonight though, did I?

So maybe it wasn't the whizz.

There's a young lad
hanging on to his life

by the skin of his
teeth because of you,

head injuries, heart injuries,
kids with broken limbs,

and a bloke who won't
see his spleen again.

Even your mate needs
a metal plate in his head.

So I reckon a brain hemorrhage
is the least you deserve, buzz.

Jenny bremner: Luke
will need more surgery.

Mr. Gillespie is now
working on his bowel

and stopping the
bleeding as he finds it.

And then Mr. Monroe,
the neurosurgeon,

will work on Luke's
head injuries.

My poor lad.

What's he going through?

Well, he's in the best hands.

And he's a young man.

He stands a very good chance.

But your husband
is my priority now.

If I could take Luke's
place, I would you know.

I bet you've heard
that a few times.

But it's true.

I'd take his place right now.

I know.

Steven dawlish, Luke's dad.

Fractures, blood in chest,
and hemopneumothorax.

They inserted chest drains
in a&e, but he's still bleeding.

So we're looking at
a lateral thoracotomy.

Yes. Yeah.

He's being anesthetized now.

I know why you wrote
your letter of resignation

by the way, and
before we indulge

in a little
conversational dance,

let me just repeat myself.
I know why you resigned.

I know all about
you and Lawrence.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.

Good.

Let's make that the
last word on the subject.

Shall we?

I don't want to hear anymore
about the resignation.

No.

After what's happened,
we can't work together.

Yes.

We can work together.

The work is the
only thing that we do

together that actually matters.

Everything else is hysteria.

But...

You are on your way to
becoming an exceptional surgeon

under my guidance.

Why should your
stupidity and moral vacuity

deprive the world of
a talented surgeon?

It would be a waste.

And I can't abide waste.

All yours, mullery.

Monroe, you're up.

He's now survived a
heart and abdomen op.

Try and make it a hat trick.

I'm sorry it took so long.
- Don't worry.

I've been busy picking
skull fragments out

of a motorcyclist's dura.

He didn't need me too.

But it helped pass the time.

Wilson.

Luke dawlish,
left-sided frontal, parietal

acute subdural hematoma.

Craniotomy for
evacuation of the hematoma

and reconstruction of cranium.

Humpty dumpty
never had it so good.

Chances of brain damage.

We won't know
until we're in there.

Correct. We won't.

[Monitor beeping]

Tough night, eh?

What have you done?

Tamponade.

Between hemotomas.

It's the best though, isn't it?

Adrenaline time.

Yeah.

You ok?

Not really, no.

Anything you want to tell me?

No.

Right.

So there is something, but
nothing you want to tell me?

You're quick on the
uptake tonight, aren't you?

It's like a war zone.

It affects women differently.

She didn't just
bin you, did she?

No.

Certainly not.

Andrew mullery: Is
that the lorry driver?

I would think so.

24 stone of British beef.

Big Jeff.

So you got a name?

From his tattoo.

But his girlfriend's
on her way, big Julie.

Ok.

Well, it's pretty fuzzy,
but my guess is that fluid

in the abdomen is blood.

We're going to need to
cut through a fair bit of fat.

We're going to need
some big retractors,

and some very strong assistance
to hold up the abdominal wall.

Everybody's
working at full tilt.

Well, then you're going to have

to hold up about two stone of
abdominal wall single-handed.

Oh.

Jacob, you, uh, thought
about general surgery much?

Not really.

Well, you look
like you work out?

You work out?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

I can bench press
like 100 kilos.

Top man.

Come this way.

One of the great skull
rebuilds, miss Wilson.

I did a lot of
jigsaws as a child.

I can see you now.

Church choir,
study, and no telly.

For a special
treat a "take that"

Jigsaw on a little tray in
your lap on a Saturday night.

Am I close?

I had my wild moments.

What?

Forcing the bit with guy's
head onto Robbie's body

when no one was looking.

You may mock.

But my caution saved that
man's life earlier this evening.

That's why you should have
gone for the registrar post.

Don't you think I know that now?

I'm sorry, mate.

She came to me, and you know...

No.

I'm sorry.

I should never have
put you in that position.

Have we done emotion now?

God, I hope so.

You're not Julie by any chance?

Big Jeff's girlfriend?

Bit Julie.

Yeah, I am.

Um, how'd you know that?

Come with me.

I'm going to check, but I think
Jeff's just gone into theater.

Come on.

I thought he might die
while waiting in that car.

I prayed to god.

I said if you're going to
take one of them, take Steve.

Take my husband, not my son.

Why wouldn't you pray for that?

I'd do the same.

- You don't know Steve.
- No.

No.

I mean I'd pray for my son.

Oh, right.

Of course, right.

I'm all over the place.

I just... I just...

I... i...

Just go home.

Get some rest.

You're not going
to miss anything

for the next few hours.

I see no reason to think that
he won't make a full recovery.

I got both my lads back.

Hey, that's the
main thing, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Tough job, putting him to sleep.

It's about to get tougher.

I sense a ruthlessness
emerging in you,

mullery, that is both
exhilarating and terrifying.

I'm losing my soul
to job requirement.

All changed, changed
utterly, a terrible beauty is born.

Not familiar with
the poetry of yeats?

No.

But I did use to drink
in his wine lodge.

Where did you borrow
the giant retractors from?

Gynecology.

Don't even ask.

Didn't know you had company?

Comes on my rounds
with me to raise morale.

He's like patch Adams.

Who?

I'm sorry you got
dragged into our problems.

It wasn't you that
dragged me into it.

I sat up here once
with Lawrence,

and I explained to him
why I was a bad bet.

He didn't listen.

Hm.

The odds were
stacked against you.

Usually only takes one
medic to wreck a relationship.

You had two.

After I told him that I knew,
he said something to me.

And i...

I'm going to stop
right there and tell you

that whatever he said to
you in the heat of the moment,

and whatever you said to
him in the heat of the moment,

none of that is worth
taking seriously.

He said I was unlovable.

Maybe I am.

Maybe I have a lack in me.

I'm going to tell you something.

[Jaunty music playing]

I'm sorry.

Do you mind that?

Best thing that's
happened to me all day.

Sorry.

You were going to say something.

I've lost my thread.

Completely lost my thread.

Given the day that
you've had, I don't

suppose you're in
the mood to come

to a wedding in the morning.

Tempting as it sounds.

I think I'll decline.

I'd give you a hug, but...

No, me neither.

[Monitor beeping]

Ugh.

Boys.

If you keep letting
it drop, I can't

get to the operating field.

How long is it going to take?

I haven't even
checked the spleen yet.

Well, we need to
take a rest and stretch.

Yeah. Ok.

Just for a moment.

Yeah.

I hear you are hiring muscle.

Wow.

How many are under there?

His pulse is up.

He must have lost weight by now.

He can't have
eaten for four hours.

[Chuckle]
- God.

His chest sounds bloody awful.

I'm going to try and
get more oxygen in.

What's the problem, Larry?

He aspirated when
I intubated him.

It could be pneumonitis.

Struggling to get
any air into him.

Come on!

He's arrested.

Alistair, chest compressions.

I need the pads on now.

Come on.

Shocking.

Stand back.

[Electric shock]

[Monitor beeping]

Stand back.

[Electric shock]

[Monitor beeping]

Nothing.

Alistair Gillespie: Try again.

Lawrence Shepherd: Stand back.

[Electric shock]

[Monitor beeping]

Alistair Gillespie: Anything?

No pulse.

Pupils aren't reacting.

[Monitor flatlines]

No output.

Nothing.

[Sobbing]

He was a joke, you know.

Big Jeff.

And we were all laughing
at him, and everyone

was saying what a pain he was,
because he was so overweight.

And then he's dead.

And it's brutal.

That's what surgery's
like every day.

Everything's good, and then
the next minute everything's bad.

And the joking and
the moaning, that's

what we do to convince
ourselves that we don't care.

But why would
you want to do that?

Because you start
caring too much,

you can't do your job anymore.

You make it sound terrifying.

It should be terrifying always.

It's assault with
a deadly weapon.

Now, go home.

Get some sleep.

We'll see you next year
for your surgical rotation.

I don't know if i'm
going to be coming back.

I do.

Has bremner ever said
anything she doesn't mean?

Well, no.

But i...

Then she wants you to stay on.

It'd always be
there, wouldn't it?

Plenty of good reasons to stay.

So that's what's going on?

All the moods.

The canceled dates.

You and her?

Should we take this outside?

Ok.

Calm down.

And put your
dueling pistols away.

Me and mullery?

Is that what you
actually believe?

It's not that funny.

Sorry.

What?

Can somebody please
tell me what's going on?

You should tell him.

So have you thought any
more about whether you

favor me staying on as
head of clinical services?

If I give you my support,
will you support me

in making Wilson a registrar?

That sounds perilously
close to blackmail.

Oh, it's blackmail all right?

I just want to know if you're
going to make the drop.

Alistair, have you got a minute?

Yeah.

A favor in exchange
for your support for me.

Oh, you've got my support.

But it's not a favor
I'm looking for.

I need a reference.

You and Shepherd?

Is this true?

No.

I made it up, because I
thought it would be a great way

of letting you down gently.

But it was before me.

So why is it relevant to us now?

You don't hate me for it?

Why would I hate you for it?

Because you might
think that I only

went out with you
in the first place

because I was on the rebound.

I've never understood
why that's such a bad thing.

It gave me the chance I needed.

If anything, I should
be thanking Shepherd

for rendering you emotionally
vulnerable enough to respond

to my advances.

[Laugh] All right.

Sweet.

Come on.

Jenny, I love you.

And I'm sorry for everything,
but I promise you I love you.

Well, that makes your betrayal
of me all the more hurtful.

I'd really rather you
felt nothing at all for me.

That's it?

That's all you're going to say.

Do you really think I'm going
to give you the satisfaction

of showing you my feelings?

Oh, what a mess.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

Me too.

Do you know, I thought
I was better than this.

Yes.

Me too.

I'll call you.

You all right, love?

Yes.

It's just been a
very long night.

[Sobbing]

Jill mcheath: Jenny?

[Knocking]

Jenny?

Gabriel Monroe: She
didn't say anything at all?

Not a word.

Good night?

Yeah.

In two entirely unrelated
incidents, I killed a fat man,

and Jenny left me.

Harsh.

I can't live without
seeing Louie.

I am... i...

Oh, Larry.

God.

I wish you had come
and see me before.

I... I did come and see you.

Before.

Before any of this happened.

I could have told
you it wasn't worth it.

- Would you?
- Yeah.

More to the point, I would also
have told you that since I was

single and witney's
judgment is clearly very poor,

then she might have
extended that poor judgment

and slept with me instead.

I cannot believe
you just said that.

There are certain things
you just have to say.

Ta-da!

Ooh.

Oh ha ha.

Magnificent.

Beyond magnificent.

A glow in the
dark limbic system.

The seat of the emotions.

Perfect.

Hope they appreciate it.

Are you kidding me?

What newlywed couple wouldn't
appreciate the gift of a scan

that says "I love you"?

I'll see you.

You will indeed.

It'll be ok, Larry.

Really it will.

Larry.

Yeah.

You won't leave without
settling up on your tab,

will you?

Where is he?

He's asleep.

We were talking all night.

It's not going to happen.

[Groan] Ok.

Ok.
- Red or blue?

Hi, dad.

You're going to have
to get a move on.

10 minutes, I look
like George Clooney.

Very funny.

Well, I thought so.

So what did you say?

Well, he was worried
that it didn't feel perfect,

and I said it
never feels perfect.

That was it? That
was your magic spell?

And I said for all that we
got wrong, if I had my chance

again, I'd marry you tomorrow.

Is that true?

Not really.

But I didn't want to lose my
deposit on the function room.

Would you like it to be true?

I don't ever regret
marrying you, Gabriel.

Even now, the good
outweighs the shit.

What a touching sentiment,
beautifully expressed.

You can have it for
your speech if you like.

What do you think?

Well, I prefer those winnie
the pooh dungarees you

used to wear, but you'll do.

[Music - Declan
o'Rourke, "Galileo"]

Galileo fell in love
as an galilean boy,

and he wondered what in
heaven who invented such a joy.

But the question got the
better of his scientific mind.

And to his blind and dying
gaze, he looked up high

and often sighed.

And sometimes cried, who
puts the rainbow in the sky?

Who lights the stars at night?

Who dreamt up someone so divine?

Someone like you
and made them mine?

[Theme music]

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