All language subtitles for House Husbands s05e06.eg

And I would love to learn
more about the Exergy system

from one of its leading pioneers.

Exergies. Exergies.

Exergies.

Tilda, let me tell you the score.

If I find these wet togs in the
bottom of that bag one more time...

Sorry, Dad.

Can I have some help with
my writing assignment?

Mm.

Is it better to be an adult or a child?

- A child.
- Adult.

I'm going to say... teenager.

Do I look okay? Tell me I look okay.

Darling, you will blow him away.

(CHUCKLES HAPPILY)

Dr Zanguard? Dr Zanguard,
a moment of your time.

Well, I studied my orthopaedics
with Charles Frosten.

I'm very interested in
robotics-assisted joint replacement

and I am dying to know
more about the Exicent...

the Exi...

the Exergies system.

Huh! I nailed that in
my bathroom this morning.

Sorry. Intern quota is maxed out.

Well, the thing is, one
of your doctors, Dr Ali,

is away on sick leave,
so that's why I'm asking.

Really? What's up with him?

Okay, hop in.

Rache, I've been thinking that
I might hang onto my apartment

a little bit longer.

Oh. What, to sublet?

To keep living in.

Oh, so you don't... want to move in?

Yeah, of course I do. Eventually.

I just think we might
have rushed into it a bit.

What's happened? Is something wrong?

No, everything's great.
I mean, that's the point.

Moving in together means that
you find out all the things

that you don't want to
know about each other.

Like what?

There's lots of stuff, you know.

Like you hate my '90s music and
I'm allergic to throw cushions.

Atticus.

I like your music.

I mean, we're not a couple
wearing matching Ugg boots

and agonising over the bathroom tiles.

We need our space to roam.

Come on, mate.

Quick sticks.

Space to roam?

There he is, Casino Royale.

More like The Hustler.

- No, I think you mean The Sting.
- Shh, he can hear you.

The Hustler was about
pool, The Sting was about...

Both great movies, though.

Look, before Lewis goes spare,

I just want to say that the
Jam Pit is still a great idea.

Let me give you the score, pal.

The Jam Pit is done and dusted

and if I can't get out of
the lease on that warehouse,

it's on you, get it?

- Got it.
- Good.

And I want my investment back.

Direct debit, preferably.

Consider it done.

Also, I am meeting Rachel to have
a strategy meeting about the Jam Pit

in an hour.

What have you told her?

To be honest, I just need
a little bit more time.

Oh, so, basically you want me to pretend

that the business she is gagging
to promote isn't dead in the water?

Thanks, mate, I really appreciate that.

(SCOFFS)

Ah. Good news.

Your help is no longer
required in mixed music classes.

What did he say to you?

He didn't say anything.

Just that he's doing a sterling job
and I'm happy for him to fly solo.

I think he's one of the
best hires I've ever made.

Oh, wake up, Heather!

Excuse me?

Well, I'm no dobber, but...

your employee of the month has
been hosting poker tournaments.

Oh.

Sounds like a matter for the police.

No, well, I don't
want him to go to jail,

but I just don't want a reckless
gambler teaching my child.

Well, we can always talk about
taking Tilda out of his classes.

No, that's not what I want.

Until a teacher's behaviour
directly affects the school,

their private life
is just that: private.

Well, his private life is
not going to remain so private

once he pawns the school's piano
and blows it all at the casino!

Sorry.

Well, you could try taking
the positive approach

and urge him into counselling.

(SCOFFS) Oh, counselling.

What good has counselling
ever done anyone?

Well, it can do a lot of good
for people with control issues.

I'm talking about lying!
I'm talking about gambling!

Who's talking about control issues?!

Is this... aimed at me?

Only if you think so, Lewis.

There's a questionnaire
in that brochure.

You might like to take it.

Standard knee replacement
recovery took several months,

but with this smaller incision,

we no longer need to
sever the quadriceps.

Now, my little friend, over here
we are ready to make our first cut.

The femur.

(SAW BUZZES)

ABI: Is Zanguard's reputation deserved?

He is absolutely amazing to watch.

Hm! I couldn't agree more.

I had no idea orthopaedics
was your consuming passion.

I wouldn't exactly call it my passion.

Could be just a fling.

Whatever I decide to do next,
a reference from Zanguard

would certainly put
me on the inside track.

Oh, speaking of the inside track,

did you get the memo about
the Da Silva intern exchange?

San Diego, hotly contested.

If you need any help with
that, just let me know.

Oh, I will do.

Oh, got to go.

I've got to admit, there's
something about him.

Hmm. Hadn't noticed.

I had.

(KETTLE BUBBLES NOISILY)

(PEN SQUEAKS ON WHITEBOARD)

So, Jam Pit.

You know what?

Today, let's not talk about the Jam Pit.

Let's talk big picture.

Big picture is not on the agenda.

- Stuff the agenda.
- Oh.

If Olive Hill Marketing, our business,

is going to be a thing, we are
going to need more than one client.

Let's just...

blue sky it, aim for
the stars, you know?

We don't want to be a Banana Republic.

Oh. Whatever you say, Mark.

- Tea?
- Great idea.

Actually, why don't I make the tea?

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

So, uh... I think Nick
might be leaving me.

What?

What happened?

Mm. He suddenly decided not to move in.

He... hates my throw cushions.

What?

But what would he know?

Actually, to be honest...

I think you could do better than Nick.

I thought you two were mates.

Oh, no, we are, yeah.

I just think you deserve
someone less irres... fickle.

Um... jasmine and green pear?

I'm so glad we are
working together, Mark.

You are one of my best friends.

(DISCORDANT MUSICAL RACKET)

NICK: That's it, guys. Feel the rhythm.

That's it. Very good.

That's it, keep going.

Afternoon, everybody.

ALL: Good afternoon, Miss Looby.

Heather. Uh...

(KIDS GIGGLE)

Shh! Sorry. What's up?

Nothing. Keep doing what you're doing.

Okay, let's take that from the top.

- (CACOPHONY RESUMES)
- That's it.

Very good.

That's it.

Hey, Justin.

Hey.

Listen, did one of you guys
say something to Looby about me?

- Not me.
- It's Lewis, for sure.

He's a classic overreactor.

If he's overreacting,

it's probably because you're
pretending nothing happened.

But I remain Sweden on this.

- You mean Switzerland?
- Whatever.

Hey, if you need a hand with
the move to Rachel's, I'm there.

No, we've decided to keep our
eggs in separate baskets for now.

Oh, you still haven't told her
about what happened, have you?

I'm trying not to lump Rachel
and Atticus with my crap.

Shouldn't she be part of that decision?

Not if I want to keep her.

She's got enough to worry about
without adding me to the list.

Mate, Rachel is the one who
actually cares about you.

We don't even like you that much.

Kids, let's go.

Lots of buzz about your high-tech
hip replacement tomorrow, Roger.

Sure you want to sleep through it?

So, heparin hasn't
been charted. Why not?

I thought it was counter-indicated

because of potential surgical bleeding.

Ba-bao. Next contestant?

Actually, in hip replacement cases,

heparin is standard
practice for DVT prophylaxis.

The trials show that it
worked better preoperatively.

Ten points for Gemma.
Heparin gets a guernsey.

Hope the rest of you
were paying attention.

LEWIS: (ON PHONE) So, you
invited him out for a drink?

I had to get in there
while I had the chance.

Yeah. I invited all the interns.

Don't want to look like
teacher's little pet.

- Well, how long are you going to be?
- I don't know.

It's been a long time
since I've schmoozed.

Couple of hours? Is that okay?

Yeah, of course it's okay.

What do you think I am, a control freak?

I'll be home soon.
Don't wait up. Love you.

We both know they
used fake ID to get in.

(CHUCKLES)

Would you like something?

You angling for a reference?

I didn't invent the game,
I just know how to play it.

Fair enough.

If you really want to avoid
a beer-for-reference scandal,

maybe you should buy me a drink instead.

(CHUCKLES) You're good at this game.

Bye, Mr Crabb.

I have to go home and work
on my persuasive essay.

Ah.

Atticus, is it better
being a kid or an adult?

Being a kid.

Because you have no money problems
and you bounce back from heartbreak.

Wise words.

That's what my mum says, anyway.

I've finish my assignment already,

so I'm going to keep working on this.

- No, you're not.
- Yes, I will!

- No, you're not. No, you're not!
- Yes, I will!

Hey, hey! Hey.

Now, let me tell you the score.

Actually, don't worry about it.

Off you go.

Am I in trouble?

Nope.

Really?

Want some ice-cream?

It is a relief, teaching
someone like you.

What, someone so ancient?

Someone who can handle themselves.

- (CHUCKLES)
- (MESSAGE TONE)

Oh.

- It's my husband.
- Well, go for it.

When you work as hard as we do,

it's easy to forget
your support network.

You married?

20 years, three kids.

Mm.

So, my supervisor, Dr Albert,
mentioned something about

the orthopaedic training
program at Da Silva.

San Diego.

Your sights are set high.

Well...

I do know they are looking
for more female trainees.

Especially ones with
a reference from you.

I mean, it's only day one, I know...

Well, let's just say I am impressed
with what I've seen so far.

Oh. I will take that. (LAUGHS)

(CAR APPROACHES)

(DOOR OPENS)

Mummy's home.

- How was Dr Zing-Zang?
- (LAUGHS DRYLY)

Ryan. We're on a first-name basis now.

So, the schmoozing went well?

- Tilda asleep?
- Mm-hm.

How would you feel about... all of us...

moving to San Diego for six weeks?

San Diego?

Shh, don't speak.

- (ABI CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- When we started the business,

Rachel and I were supposed
to be partners, equals, not...

Besties? Bestie-westies
in the whole wide world?

You didn't have to sit
through two hours of a D and M

about her current and
prior doomed relationships.

- (PHONE RINGS)
- (GROANS)

Aw, it's Rachel. I could kill Nick.

Just because Nick's being a
coward doesn't mean you have to be.

Hello?

(COUGHS WEAKLY) Yeah, hi, Rache.

Yeah, no, I'm feeling
a bit fluey, actually.

- (COUGHS)
- (MOUTHS SILENTLY)

I should probably quarantine myself...

at home... alone.

(COUGHS) Yeah.

Okay, bye. (COUGHS)

(GASPS) Daddy's a coward! Yes, he is!

It's called diplomacy. You
might want to look it up.

Oh!

GEMMA: Have you seen my pass?

You've got heaps of time.

Not if I am going to get across
Ryan's patients before he comes in.

I hate not having my pass.

Is this about all of us or
just you, this San Diego thing?

'Cause I'm not real crazy about
taking Tilds out of school.

Don't control it before
it happens, Lewis.

It is just an idea, not to
mention a massive long shot.

- Oh, good morning.
- Morning.

You know, I haven't even met this bloke

and he's got you flying off to America.

Look, you're wound up like a spring.

- Have you spoken to Nick?
- I've got nothing to say to Nick!

Okay, you're not wound up at all.

Mwah! See you.

- Bye, Mum.
- Bye.

Oh, hey!

I found your pass.

Have a good day.

Hey, Tils.

On a scale from one to five,

where one is rarely and
five is very often...

do I over-plan simple activities?

Five.

No, listen: five is very
often, one is rarely, okay?

- I know. Five.
- Yeah...

Do I tell people they
should do things...?

Five.

- I haven't finished.
- (GIGGLES) Sorry.

This is rubbish.

If I didn't tell people they should
do things, they wouldn't get done!

When you say 'should',
you sound really bossy.

Do you have a referral?

Uh, no.

- But I picked up this brochure and it...
- Yep?

says something about easy ways
to control controlling issues.

Yep.

I read all the frequently
asked questions.

You know what? I think I
can sort this out myself.

Okay.

Come here often?

Not that it's any of your
business, but yes, I do.

- And you?
- No, I don't come here.

I'm not a head case, like this lot.

Shh!

Yeah, course you're not.

Let me guess why you're here.

Oh, yeah, go ahead, then
you can run and tell Looby.

Don't know what you're talking about.

What were you thinking?

(SIGHS) For your information,

I had to help Rachel out
with a mortgage emergency.

The poker game was just
to balance the ledger.

So, you've come here to confess.
Is that what you talk about?

It's between me and my counsellor.

And what does your counsellor
say about 'fessing up to Rachel?

Next time I see her,
I'm going to tell her.

(SIGHS)

If you were in trouble, why
didn't you come to one of us?

Because I didn't want to
hassle anyone with my business.

Yeah, flipping ironic.

MARK: Why settle for lip
service from a big firm

when you can turn to
Olive Hill Marketing,

a cutting-edge boutique agency
that will put your business first?

Too clich?d?

Oh, yoo-hoo!

Rachel, what are you doing
here? I'm very contagious here.

Hence the pharmaceuticals.

You would not believe
the stink I had to kick up

to get pseudoephedrine.

So, FYI, I invited a bunch of
former and prospective clients

over to my place tonight.

You know the sort of thing:
wine, cheese, launch the company.

What? You want to launch
Olive Hill Marketing tonight?!

All your talk about 'big picture
thinking' was very inspirational.

Well, how are we going
to attract other clients

if we don't have any current ones?

We have the Jam Pit, hello!

And I am constantly
feeling the temperature,

telling anyone who will listen
about its franchising potential.

They're all mad for it!

My relationship status aside,
it's still a hot concept.

We need to leverage it while we can.

So, I am going to need you fighting fit.

Yeah, good. No, great idea.

Which leaves one more thing.

Which one will make
Nick drool involuntarily?

Nick's invited?

Well, he is still the
Jam Pit inspiration.

So, little black dress, or neon pop?

Tricky.

The motorbike accident in bed 24,

he is stable and his analgesia
has been administered.

I think they give me soy.

Now, hip replacement
Roger has been prepped

and he is ready to rock 'n' roll.

Oh, Dr Zanguard, Dr Abigail
Albert. Lovely to finally meet you.

Now, I'm sorry to be the bearer,

but I've had to call Dr
Bennett back to the ED.

I need him in theatre, like... now.

Um... maybe I could assist instead?

I know you wanted the
interns on the wards today...

Uh, just because we
had a drink last night

doesn't mean you get special treatment.

Oh, I've worked with Gemma for years.

I can assure you, there
are no safer pair of hands.

Why do I feel like I'm being ambushed?

Let's hope your upper body
strength is decent. (CLEARS THROAT)

(MONITORS BEEP)

Good work, Gemma.

Okay, I'm going further into the
hip, so nice and firmly, thank you.

Good.

Little lower.

Thank you.

(INSTRUMENT BUZZES)

You come to learn and I make you
hold someone's leg for three hours.

I was just glad for the opportunity.

I just hope I didn't
slow things down too much.

Ah, the op was a success.
That's all that counts.

You know, sometimes I do
give special treatment.

Oh. Thanks.

Thanks. I'm really fine.

Well... you did good.

Think of it as a... pat on the back.

(SIGHS)

Wow!

You look incredible.

Oh. Scrubbed up pretty well yourself.

Hey.

I know that given you're
about to launch a company,

this is probably terrible timing.

- It is.
- But...

Trish, hi. Early as always.

Gloria, love the dress.

Entrez, entrez!

- Hey.
- Grab a drink.

Nick Gazecki, founder of the Jam Pit.

(ROCK MUSIC)

I'm out, I'm out!

- No, you're not out until we biff you!
- GIRL: Yeah!

She's right, Atticus. You
have to get biffed first.

Isn't that right, Lewis?

What fun's a rule if you can't break it?

Hey, ah, how many have you had?

My first one.

All right.

I know we're only next door,

but do you think the kids are
going to be all right without us?

Oh, yeah. Tilda's got it covered.

Let me give you the score.

Hiders don't have pillows,
and you're a hider.

Now, give that to Angie.

Zac, you go over there.

Jacob, you stand here.

She's got this. See you, kids.

Mum and Dad are only ten seconds away.

- See ya.
- See ya.

Bye.

(CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

RACHEL: If I could steal your
attention for a few moments,

I just want to say a couple
of thank yous. Firstly...

He obviously hasn't told her yet.

Do you think we'd be
having this party if he had?

(CHUCKLES DRYLY)

And just quickly, to the man who
is pretty much my inspiration.

He's wild, he's independent
and he makes me laugh:

Mark Oliver.

(APPLAUSE)

They'll be starting a book club soon.

Using me as a pawn to make
Nick jealous, I resent that.

Well, um... what do I say to that?

Mark is the one who saw the potential,

who saw what the Jam Pit could be.

A small start-up that is
going to make a lot of noise.

(LAUGHS)

He's just got great instincts.
Even helped me pick out this dress.

(OTHERS LAUGH SOFTLY)

Zanguard made a pass at me today.

Shall I kill him for you?

Oh, would you?

It would make things a
lot less awkward tomorrow.

We were finishing up on the big surgery

and he came up behind me and
touched me inappropriately.

You told him to bugger off, right?

Of course I did.

I don't know, maybe I've
played it all wrongly,

treating him like he is
God's gift to surgery.

Well, I've got a simpler theory.

You're as cute as hell
and he's an arrogant knob.

I hope I haven't screwed
up this opportunity.

This is not your fault, it's his.

End of story.

Oh, you were great in there.

Don't... don't talk
to me right now, okay?

Suit yourself.

I've just spent the last hour in there

talking up the Jam Pit of Despair,

and that's after two
days of consoling Rachel

about your impending break-up.

Who said we're breaking up?

You did!

You said you don't
like her throw cushions.

That's like a tell in
poker. You blew your hand!

Why don't you do me and everyone
here a favour and confess your sins?

He was just waiting for the right
opportunity, weren't you, mate?

Oh, how noble.

Well, the guests are leaving.

Well, that's my cue.

We're off.

I'm sure we'll hear the crap
hit the fan from next door.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH SLOWLY)

I told the other kids they should
clean up, but they didn't listen!

Darl, it's late.

Tilda, bed.

It's nice to see you and
Mark getting on so well.

Oh, he's just so dependable
and he just... gets me.

You know, I never realised how
chic these throw cushions are.

- I mean, the colour accent.
- Really?

And... and this one... I
mean, how did I not realise

what a modernist masterpiece it is?

Nick, stop. Just...

say what you've been trying to say.

I'm trying to say that I
think you are an amazing woman

and in some ways, I am too.

I mean...

I'm a man, not a woman, but I can
also be irresponsible and feckless.

Well, that is a real
shame because I'm late.

Possibly... very probably pregnant.

I mean, I don't know exactly how.

At least two contraceptive
companies should probably be sued.

Uh... I... interrupted you. Sorry.

- Don't be.
- You were saying?

There's nothing left to be said.

Feckless, irresponsible...

Not anymore.

Mmm.

I'll be up in a tick.

You moving in is enough for Atticus
to get used to at the moment,

so until we know it's definite,

let's just keep the
pregnancy between us, okay?

Of course. Yeah, it's a good plan.

If you are just agreeing to move
back in because I told you...

No, Rache. This is exactly what I want.

But you were right.

We are independent,
we've got our own lives.

And I, for one, am
never wearing Ugg boots.

(LAUGHS) Good, me neither.

(CLATTERING)

- Was that next door?
- Uh-huh.

That's the sound of the
you-know-what hitting the fan.

(TILDA GIGGLES)

Rache!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

What's going on?

Tilda and Atticus trashing my place.

What do you think you're doing?

I want this cleaned up, all
of it, before you go to bed.

But everyone else made the mess!
They should clean it up too.

You started it, you clean it up.

- At least you're Dad again.
- What's that mean?

You always tell me what to do,

then suddenly you're letting
me do whatever I want.

Am I confusing you?

- Yeah.
- Come here.

Right, Tilda Crabb. Let
me tell you the score.

(GIGGLES)

What's the hold-up?

I googled these awesome knots
and now I can't untie them.

Oh, I couldn't stand watching
amateur hour for one second.

Uh, guys, look, I really
appreciate your help, but...

Yeah, so how is it going with Rachel?

Yeah, um, you know, we had a
long chat, so it's all good.

Where do you want this,
or shall I just ask Rachel?

- No, I've got that.
- You defended me, right?

You told her I only lied about
the Jam Pit as a favour to you?

I wouldn't be worried
about it, if I were you.

- She's angry at me, isn't she?
- What do you reckon?

Listen, guys, just wait up, I want to...

I knew it when she didn't call
me to debrief about the party.

Okay, just stop.

- I haven't told her yet.
- You're unreal.

(WHISPERS) There are
extenuating circumstances.

Oh, here we go. More excuses.

We're having a baby.

(EXHALES)

No one is meant to know but...

it was what I needed to hear to
put me on the straight and narrow.

If I'd known Zanguard had
form in that department,

I would have told you,

but I honestly thought he
was one of the good ones.

There's me thinking I was being
singled out for my unique potential.

Maybe you were. The two
aren't mutually exclusive.

- Ladies.
- Oh, Dr Zanguard.

We've had to push back
the arthritic shoulder

for a parachutist with
a bad landing technique.

Also, one of your interns
would like to clear the air.

And what intern would that be?

As you know, I have tremendous
professional respect for you,

but I am very married,

so I'm hoping that we can agree
that nothing happened yesterday.

We're agreed. Nothing did happen.

Let's get to work.

(MONITORS BEEP)

Okay, we are nearly ready for the plate.

Which of you would like
to drill the last hole?

Gemma?

There you go.

(DRILL BUZZES)

Okay! Okay, okay.

Stop right there, give me that.

Well, I have to say that I
have never seen such arrogance

from an intern before.

Did you really think that you were
capable of doing this procedure

at your level,

or were you just trying to
show off to your colleagues?

- Sorry, Doctor.
- Yeah, right.

Fortunately for this patient,

I didn't let you prove
your utter incompetence.

Oh, thanks.

(SIGHS) Life of an intern, eh?

More like payback.

Well, at least it was me and
not one of the younger interns.

No.

He harassed you and now he
is flat-out bullying you.

We need to lodge a formal complaint.

You know, someone with his reputation,

HR aren't going to do anything.

And if no one ever goes on
record, what happens then?

I pay either way.

I've got your back.

You... you're not bringing
that in the house are you?

A conversation-starter like
this needs to be on display 24/7.

Yes, in the garage.

- Hey, Nick?
- Yes, good sir?

Can you show me how to play this?

It was the game that you
were playing last time.

It's not time for games,
Atticus, it is time for oboe, now!

(SIGHS)

Rachel.

I've got to tell you something.

How long did you owe this... person?

Well, way before we met, I had...

a bad week and I spent the
night at the high-rollers table.

He covered me for some money,
but that debt's been paid now.

And if you'd lost the other night,

would he be bashing
our door down right now?

Of course not!

I would never put you in that situation.

Are you an addict, is that it?

I've used gambling as a
coping mechanism in the past,

but I've been getting
help for a long time.

I'm sorry.

You let Mark pay my mortgage.

No, he wanted to invest in the Jam Pit.

That was a liquidity thing.

And you let me throw the company launch,

knowing the Jam Pit was finished.

Bragging away to all those guests.

Do you have any idea
how humiliated I am?

I know I don't deserve
another chance, but...

you and Atticus and our baby...

you're everything that I've got.

I just wanted to help
you with your mortgage.

I love you.

Rudi.

- Hi. How are you?
- Gemma, hey.

I heard you were on sick leave.

Uh... I am taking some time off, yeah.

Look, before you find
out from anybody else,

I am the one who took your place
in Zanguard's internship group.

Well, I won't hold it against you.
He is an extremely capable surgeon.

Careful choice of words.

How have you found him?

Oh, um...

You too, huh?

Zanguard was like a god to me.

I barely slept, thinking
of ways to impress him.

Uh. The only thing that
impresses that man is himself.

He belittled me in surgery
just to get his thrills.

I've been thinking
about quitting medicine.

I started getting anxiety attacks.

I don't think it's the
best look for a medico, hey?

- You can't let him win.
- Neither should you.

I don't know what to do. HR are no help.

I thought about reporting him,
but they'd never listen to me.

Do they listen to anyone?

They'd take you seriously.

You've got a lot of respect around here.

It's great to hear you and Nick
are trying to work things out.

Mm. Thank you.

Sorry you had to put up with an
avalanche of my personal crap.

(LAUGHS AWKWARDLY)

Obviously I wanted to
be straight with you,

I just wanted to give
Nick a chance to man up.

- Mm.
- I just hope we can still be besties.

Mm. So, what to you think?

Nick was hoping music room,
but I'm thinking our new office.

It's great.

Are you sure you want to
keep working here, though?

I mean, you might want more
space once you have the baby.

That was just a guess, by the way.

I didn't mean you look
bigger or anything, I just...

- Nick?
- meant...

Nick!

congratulations?

Well, it's not so bad.

At least now you are free to roam.

Rachel, you know that's not what I want.

I trusted you against every
instinct and within 24 hours,

you're telling Mark about the baby
no one was meant to know about.

I'm sorry.

You need to let me explain.
It just slipped out.

Whatever you need right now...

I can't give it to you.

Can I say goodbye properly?

I'll handle it.

Thanks for giving me a hand.

(SIGHS) I just realised I'm
going to have to cancel my sublet.

Or you can stay at my
place: AKA the doghouse.

Here we go.

Cheers.

Your invitation came as a surprise.

- Oh, I'm full of them.
- (CHUCKLES)

I've decided to apply for the
training program at Da Silva.

If you stay focused, no
reason it can't happen.

Well, there is a reason.

This afternoon, I lodged
a formal complaint with HR

about your teaching methods.

I thought it was best that I told you.

You would have found out
it was me sooner or later.

You've been nothing but a pain
in the arse since I took you on.

Well, see, the thing is,

I was willing to overlook
the pass that you made it me,

or the hazing that you
put me through in theatre,

and then I bumped into Rudi Ali.

How is Rudi?

He's not great, actually.

Does it bother you that a brilliant
young doctor is in counselling

after being your intern?

No. This line of work is
exacting and uncompromising

and if you can't handle working with me,

then you are doing future patients
a favour by opting out now.

I'm not opting out,
and not by a long shot.

Oh, this is a shame, Gemma.

I thought you were one of the good ones.

I am one of the good ones.

And I know that you could
probably ruin my career.

But I am asking you to have a good
long think about that before you do.

See you tomorrow.

TILDA: (READS ALOUD) It's way
better to be an adult than a child.

It's better because
when you are an adult,

men and women love each other
instead of fighting all the time.

Also, you can do whatever you want
because no one is the boss of you.

Being an adult is better because
if you have a goal or a dream,

you can achieve it and
no one can stop you.

Come here.

It's all on the line.

We're gonna be a family.

No, we're not.

Next Monday, relationships are tested.

Tell me the truth, Lewis.

We have to tell the truth.

For this house husband,
his world is falling apart.

I quit.

At least admit it's because
you're too gutless to stay.

Can he turn things around
before it's too late?

What have you done?

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