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[Music playing]

[Upbeat music playing]

[Water flowing]

[Tools clicking]

Monroe (voiceover): Any mistake in this job can Rob the patient

of their previous life.

[Razor buzzing]

Any mistake you make in this job can result in catastrophe.

Every mistake, apart from one.

Springer: Oh.

[Machine beeping in background]

Monroe: Would you mind being more specific?

Springer: It isn't a tumor.

[Machine continues beeping]

Ah.

Monroe: Well, praise the lord it isn't.

It's an abscess.

Springer: So what do we do now?

Monroe: Well, we take a second to enjoy this moment,

because the good mistakes don't come along very often.

[Music playing]

Hospital patient: So I haven't got a tumor?

Oh, you never had a tumor.

I never had a tumor?

Springer: No, you had an abscess.

And?

And that's what we saw in the scan.

And we thought it was a tumor.

You mean like those nut jobs who see a satellite

and think it's a ufo?

Springer: I think it's probably a good idea to have a sense

of humor about these things. - Yeah?

[Slightly chuckles] Well maybe you've taken my sense of humor

out along with the abscess.

[Theme music playing]

Go back to her, and sort of out, you know.

Lie if you have to... To her, to yourself.

Shepherd: And that's it?

That's the sum total of your advice?

Well, what can I say?

I'm not the Dalai Lama.

Yeah, I'd noticed.

I'm trying, all right.

Living with me, you call that trying?

Well, she didn't exactly beg me to stay.

You had a one-night stand.

Live with it.

And stop blaming how bad you feel on her.

It's no fair.

She loves you.

Now put it right, starting now.

Come on.

[Heeled shoes clicking]

Mm.

[Music playing]

Um, [smacks lips] Are we still going to relate tomorrow?

Do... do you still want to go?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I do.

I... I want to sort this out.

I think that's probably the only way of doing it.

Good.

Good, so do I.

[Music continues playing]

Hope that's your alibi you're working on, springer.

Springer: Mental torture?

[Scoffs] He must have a very imaginative lawyer.

Gillespie: He said you led him to believe

he had a brain tumor.

It wasn't as though he didn't need a brain operation.

Yeah, that does rather resemble

a garage mechanic's alibi.

Wilson, anything to add?

An mri-dwi sequence would have helped to spot the difference.

Gillespie: Thank you.

Did you check that, springer?

[Scoffs] It was entirely my fault, a misdiagnosis.

And it happens sometimes.

But I hold my hands up to it.

What can I say?

Gillespie: Sorry... in writing...

And quickly.

I think his lawyer is all sizzle and no steak.

They used to say that on "murder one."

I've waited years to use it.

Monroe: I have to admit, springer, I was impressed

with your honesty in there.

Springer: Aw, nothing can touch me.

I wake up every morning with a smile on my face.

It's the expression on witney's face

you need to be worried about.

Springer: It's usually a look of deep and lasting gratitude.

Wilson, give me one good reason

why I shouldn't run out of this hospital screaming right now.

Bridget addy, 45, suffers from epilepsy, long-term.

[Dramatic music playing]

But the fits are suddenly getting difficult to control.

Various epilepsy drugs have been tried and failed.

[Scrambled noises and static]

She was finally referred to neurology two months ago.

[Ongoing mechanical noises]

They did an eeg, a ct scan, and an mri.

They conducted an angiogram.

And she's due a wada test.

Are there any more tests they can

actually do on this poor woman?

Can we make some up?

Nope, she's pretty much tested out.

[Clicking]

[Swoosh]

Monroe: What you have is known as cortical dysplasia.

It just means that the neurons are all knotted up

and not working properly.

Right.

Monroe: We will remove them.

And it will help seizure control.

It may even stop them altogether.

I'll be working near a part of the brain

called broca's area, the speech center.

So when we are doing the actual operation, you will be awake.

And we will be able to check on your speech.

Awake? How do you mean?

Wilson: We'll put you to sleep whilst we remove

your skull and then wake you up again when

we do the actual operation.

Bridget addy: Well, how... How... how does she mean, awake?

Well, it's a bit weird.

But you get used to it.

And in my experience, it's always nice to be

the center of attention.

Bridget addy: Let me tell you something,

love, when you've come around outside the supermarket laying

in your own pee with people stepping over you because they

think you're drunk, that center-of-attention thing,

it's not really all it's cracked up to be.

Fair enough.

I'll come and see you in the ward later.

We will leave you here with the lovely Lizzie.

Friends, family, Ireland's surgeons...

She can handle anyone.

Bridget addy: (Whispering) Ok.

[Clears throat] Is your husband

going to come to see your?

Ex-husband.

Split up six months ago.

No prizes for guessing why.

Couldn't handle your epilepsy.

Well, my cooking wasn't brilliant either, but.

It's a tough thing to go through on your own.

You got anybody else?

No, not really.

Shall I tell your ex to come in and say you?

I don't suppose [Inaudible] available, is he?

[Music playing]

Your second date with Lizzie.

I've nailed it.

- Stop giving him false hope. - A fondue evening.

Yeah, that could work.

It says casual. It says fun.

It says sharing.

It says cheese.

Monroe: Hm, if I was hoping to date Wallace and gromit,

then cheese would be the answer.

[Chuckles]

Never underestimate the allure of fondue.

[Music continues playing]

Gillespie: How long's she been on a waiting list?

Mm, four years.

But the last six months she has deteriorated,

and she's on the active list.

So the transplant coordinator is happy if we are.

Gillespie: Where's the heart coming from?

Manchester.

It'll be a blow for multiculturalism...

A lancastrian heart in a Yorkshire lass.

Mullery, anything to add?

Not really.

Gillespie: Have we got a bed?

Jill mcheath: No, the old chap in number 4

was looking distinctly peaky, so.

Gillespie: Yeah, could we just find a bed without resorting

to euthanasia.

Ok, keep me posted on the eta for the heart.

Thank you, everybody.

Good luck.

[Papers shuffling]

You are going to have to be more assertive.

Give your opinion.

I thought being good at my job might be enough.

Are you ok?

I've got a&es stacking up.

[Clicking]

[Swoosh]

Jenny: So, grace, I think we can allow ourselves

to get a little bit excited.

The heart's on its way, and everything looks

set fair for the transplant.

Ian bushnall: I can't believe it, Jenny.

After all this time.

Jenny: So we need to get you ready as soon as possible.

It's not going to be like last time, is it?

Amanda bushnall: I wouldn't want her to go through that again.

Well, I will be checking my heart myself.

And we'll prep you.

But we won't anesthetize you or move you onto the theater

until we're absolutely sure the operation will go ahead.

Ian bushnall: You know what people say to her?

Must be great to just lay around, doing nothing.

Grace bushnall: Well, if you want

to act out every episode of "one Tree Hill," I'm happy to do so.

[Chuckles]

Well, maybe later.

Now you're 18, you get to sign your own consent form.

There you are.

There she is.

Sorry, but you got the wrong fella.

Lizzie: That woman is not your ex-wife?

She's me ex-wife, all right.

That's why I'm the wrong fella.

She won't want to see me...

Bloody sure I don't want to see her.

Well, she hasn't got anybody else.

Well, that's not my fault, not anymore.

How long were you married for?

20 years.

Years 1 and 8 were not unhappy.

And on reflection, year 12 had its moments.

For 20 years, she washed your underpants.

Tomorrow, somebody's going to take a chisel to her skull.

I mean, least you can do is be there to hold her hand.

[Music playing]

Bradley: Think you may have got the wrong impression

about Monroe, you know.

What impression is that, then?

You know, loud mouth, the big I am, joker in the pack,

ego merchant, problem gambler, emotionally crippled,

shag-about, charming...

Until he's launched you, wandering eyebrows.

It's just the surface stuff.

And what's your point?

Just saying, it's not what he's really like, deep down...

Apart from the eyebrows.

All right, well, thanks for the reference.

I'll be in touch. - Hidden depths.

[Clicks tongue]

[Music playing]

[Exhales deeply]

[Music continues playing]

This is the best place for goodbyes.

(Whispering) See you soon.

(Whispering and voice shaking) Love you.

[Soft music playing]

Amanda bushnall: [Gently weeping]

[Soft music continues]

[Liquid dripping]

[Soft music continues with slow machine beeping]

Told you I'd be here.

You ok?

Can I change my mind?

We've had a good look at the heart, and it's all good.

Got no last-minute hitches, then?

No last-minute hitches.

It's a shame, because I don't think I want this...

Any of it.

I can't do this. I'm sorry.

I just can't.

Is this normal?

Jenny: Yes.

Grace has been waiting a long time, and...

And now that it's finally happening,

she's actually coming to terms with the fact

that she's about to have major surgery.

Maybe we should talk to her.

No, no, no.

I... I think I'll be able to reassure her.

How long has she got to make her mind up?

Oh, a little while yet. I wouldn't worry.

It'll be fine.

How long have we got?

Half an hour at the outside.

I'll have a tea.

Barista: Yeah, no problem.

Lizzie: Oh, Bradley tells me you've got hidden depths.

Oh, god.

He didn't get more specific than that, did he?

No, don't worry.

Although I'm suspecting stamp collecting and brass rubbings.

Just for the record, he didn't mention fondue?

No, definitely not.

I'd have remembered that.

[Machine faintly beeping]

It's like... it's like something in the back

of my mind rattling away, like a window you've left

open when you've gone to bed.

Does not make any sense?

I know that this is hard for you to get used to,

but it really is the best chance you're going to get.

How old was he?

The donor, boy who died?

[Machine beeping continues]

16.

What must his mum and dad be going through?

Hell.

Real hell.

But they still agreed to have his organs harvested.

I'm so scared.

Jenny: Can I let you into a little secret?

A heart transplant... hm, it isn't actually that difficult.

What?

Are you saying this is going to be easy?

Well, you've been through much tougher operations.

The second time we fixed that leaky valve, that was, uh...

[chuckles] That was challenging.

No, this is... well, this is just stitching, really.

[Soft music playing]

And stitching is very much up there

on my list of super powers.

[Music continues playing]

In an ideal world, how long have I got to make up my mind?

In an ideal world?

I'd have started operating about 20 minutes ago.

[Music intensifying]

Hello, Emily.

How are you doing?

Emily: Oh, hello love.

[Background chatter]

So how've you been keeping?

Good. Yeah.

You?

I had a bit of a toothache a while back like.

But it's cleared up all by itself.

Jill mcheath: Hospital visitor standards are really slipping.

I wouldn't want my real husband here if I was going

through this, let alone my ex.

Shepherd: Do you think Anna would want you by her bedside?

Of course she would.

Her current boyfriend's a vet.

Not sure what use he'd be, unless she had distemper.

Hm.

Do you want anything bringing in?

Well, wouldn't mind a puzzle or magazine, some fruit.

Yep, ok.

No problem.

Consider it done.

I'll get the money off you when I work out how much your cost,

shall I?

That's good of you.

This gentleman needs to see me now.

Oh, right. Yeah.

[Clears throat] Don't be in the way.

[Music playing]

Shepherd: Just as a double check.

Do you mind? Right.

You've had the anesthesia before?

Bridget addy: Yes.

[Music continues playing]

If that's your Clint Eastwood stare,

you need to work on it, love.

[Music continues playing]

Jenny: Just a word before we begin.

What?

Well, don't worry.

You've not done anything wrong.

But you should know that this is a counter-intuitive operation.

Cutting out a heart...

It's well within your skill range,

but it goes against every instinct you've

nurtured as a heart surgeon.

You might find it a bit unsettling.

[Music playing]

So how will you proceed?

[Music continues playing]

Witney: Midline sternotomy.

Open up the pericardium.

Give the heparin.

Usual arterial cannulation.

Bicaval venous cannula.

Go on bypass.

Cross cut the aorta.

And start expunging the heart.

[Music continues playing]

Jenny: And then we place the new heart

into the thoracic cavity and start suturing for our lives.

Witney: For her life.

We start suturing for her life.

Jenny: Yes.

Yes, exactly, Sarah.

[Music playing]

[Banging]

Right stupid machine.

[Banging continues]

Monroe: You all right, mate?

I'm just trying to get some change for the parking meter.

Ah, bit of a knack.

Thanks for coming to see Bridget, by the way.

Must be awkward.

You don't know the half of it.

Me girlfriend thinks i'm out doing a big shop.

Well, at least you got the crisps.

It's just um, I walked in, you know.

And it's uh, it's hard seeing her like this without feeling

like a bit of a bastard.

Why do you feel like that?

Are you a bit of a bastard?

No, no.

It's just because I left her, you know.

And she's uh, you know, she's doing the old um,

mystery dance, like...

[chuckles]

No, you're right.

You should've stayed with her out of pity.

Women love that.

[Chuckling hesitantly]

[Soft music playing]

Jenny: All right, good.

I think we're ready to take it out.

You do the honors, miss witney?

[Music continues playing]

I told you if would feel wrong.

Witney: So it's an empty space. It's... it's like it...

Jenny: I don't know what it's like, thank you.

I want you to deal with it and get on with the job.

[Music continues playing]

[Liquid dripping]

Good.

All right.

We'll start with a 4-0 prolene please.

Witney: Ok.

[Music continues playing]

[Tense music playing]

[Bed rattling]

[Items hitting floor]

[Coins jingling]

Jill, call Monroe.

Jenny: Ok.

Let's remove the aortic clamp, see what we've got.

Witney: Nothing yet.

Jenny: It can sometimes take a few minutes

before it starts to beat.

[Soft music playing]

[Bed rattling]

Monroe: How long's it been going on?

Just over a minute.

[Bed continues rattling]

[Music continues playing]

Witney: Still nothing.

Jenny: Ok, how long is that been with no rhythm?

Witney: Four minutes.

Jenny: Ok, let's uh, wind up the infusion rate on the dobutamine

and give a bonus dose of adrenaline.

Looks like she's going to need a bit of help.

[Gentle violin music playing]

[Machine humming and clicking]

[Music intensifying]

Come on.

[Music growing more ominous]

[EKG machine starts beeping]

[Exhales]

[Machine continues beeping]

Good. Ok, we're getting a rhythm.

That's good. [Exhales]

Witney: [Whoops]

Jenny: That's more like it.

Ok, let's check for beating.

And no more whooping, thank you.

I find it affected and distracting.

[Music playing]

Should we postpone her operation?

Monroe: Postpone it?

I'd do it right now if I could.

Wilson: Why don't we wait till her fits settle down?

If she has a fit that big during surgery...

We operate when fits become frequent and destructive.

What you've just seen, would you describe it as destructive?

Well, yes. But...

And we know that they're frequent.

If she has a fit during surgery, we'll handle it.

After all, I do have the most overqualified

training on the planet.

[Curtain dragging open]

Jenny: That was good work, miss witney.

Thank you.

I thought we weren't going to have a happy ending

for a few minutes in there.

Risk of pneumonia, external wound infection, renal failure,

acute rejection, and urinary infection in the first 30 days.

Witney: I know, I was just saying...

The happy ending is when grace dies in her bed, age 90.

So the only happy ending any of us

can afford to is a peaceful death?

So far, in my experience, yes.

That's about right. Why?

Do you have a better version?

[Door opens]

[Machine beeping]

(Whispering) Grace.

How are you feeling?

Tired.

Jenny: She's um, she's still feeling a bit groggy.

But that's to be expected.

But she's doing very well.

Um, we'll try and get her back on the ward as soon as we can.

But obviously, after an operation like this,

we've got to keep her clear of infection.

But it's looking very good.

Thank you.

(Voice shaking) Yes, thank you.

[Sniffles] Sorry.

Jenny: No, no.

Don't be sorry.

She's your child.

And you're entitled.

Miss witney, a word.

[Machine beeping continues]

What you did in the operating theater today,

that's what's important, right?

Right.

And you are very, very good at it.

And you clearly love it.

So um, without putting too fine a point on it,

don't let anything get in your way.

He has to be the love of your life.

What?

Jenny: If he is not the love of your life, then end it now.

Because having a relationship at work is...

Well, let's just say that unless springer

is the love of your life, he just isn't worth the pain.

Me and springer, it... it's just...

Jenny: Ah, you see, it can't be just.

And what started out as just becomes...

What started as flirting in a corridor ends in a drafty room,

talking to a stranger about your feelings,

when we really don't know what our feelings even are, so.

I'm just trying to save you from an unholy mess.

I don't really...

I'm sorry.

I don't know what to say.

Well, there's no need to look quite so panic-stricken.

I know I break my own rules a lot, personally.

But I just thought in this instance...

Witney: I won't let it distract me from being a good surgeon.

Good. Good.

I'm sure you won't.

[Door opens]

[Doorbell rings]

I have paper.

I have colored pens.

I have stickers.

Do you have alcohol?

Well, try and be a bit more enthusiastic.

You know, doing the seating plan might be the most enjoyable

bit about the whole wedding.

Uh, no I'm not sitting next to uncle Billy.

He still does that death grip thing on my knee

and finds sweets behind me ear.

Oh, put him next to me.

I find the combination of death grip and mint imperials

strangely alluring.

Now you tell me.

No I am very kindly putting you next to Dave.

No, Dave won't be coming to the wedding.

Really?

He seemed so keen.

Dave and i...

Dave wasn't over his previous girlfriend.

Well, all right.

I'm sorry.

And I find myself believing that I really am sorry.

I am.

I think we both realized that we wanted

to have a relationship again, but not

necessarily with each other.

Ah, sort of transition thing.

Yeah.

But more than that.

You know, for me it was a relief to know

I could enjoy having sex again.

Oh, mm.

Well, I'm glad you said "again."

[Soft music playing]

Jenny: I'm worried that Louie is the reason that Lawrence

wants to come back.

And I suppose I want to hear him say that he

wants to come back for me.

Lawrence, do you feel able to talk about your reasons

for wanting to go back?

[Hesitating] I would have thought it was obvious.

Counselor: Well, not to Jenny.

Not to me.

If you feel you are going back for your son,

what do you think that says about your relationship?

What do you think Jenny might take from that?

And how do you feel about that?

Do you feel you can manage to talk about that?

[Suddenly crying] Sorry.

Jenny: Lawrence.

Counselor: Sorry. Lawrence.

Shepherd: (Crying) Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry. - No, it's all right.

Shepherd: (Crying) Sorry. - It's all right.

Shepherd: [Exhales] - It's fine.

(Crying) No, it's not all right.

[Sniffles] It's not right.

What is it?

(Crying) I... I don't know.

I don't what it is.

God, I'm sorry.

[Music fading]

[Knocking]

Springer: Surprise!

Got a cheeky little beaujolais.

It's uh, young, but highly coiffable,

as I might say if I was trying to annoy Monroe.

Or you.

I've annoyed you, haven't I?

No.

No, it... it's not you.

It's just, if you don't mind, I just

need an early night on my own.

[Soft music playing] - Oh, right.

Sure.

Uh, i... I should have called or texted or something.

[Music continues playing]

I'm sorry.

Night.

Yes, night.

[Scoffs] Well, this isn't how I imagined

any of this would happen.

Me neither.

Have you seen their present list?

It's so sensible.

I mean, why can't they ask for a brass

bed, some throws, and a bong?

Anna: Because they're not living in an Austin powers movie.

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Yeah, I'll be right out.

Well, that's me.

Good night.

[Soft music playing]

Monroe: Mm.

Uh-uh.

Ah.

Oh.

Monroe: If this goes where I think it might go,

you know, in the morning we may well hate ourselves.

Well, Gabriel, i'm seriously impressed.

Looks like you've finally grown up.

Yeah.

Bound to happen sometime.

[Upbeat music playing]

(Whispering) Gabriel.

Mm-hmm?

Do you mind if I go over this side?

Monroe: Oh, no.

Yeah, I do, actually.

Um, I always sleep on this side.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Anna: You haven't slept on that side in 20 years.

Why have you changed sides? - No, I haven't.

It's just this flat is south-facing...

[muffled rattling]

So that side feels different.

[Louder rattling]

(Whispering) What was that?

(Whispering) Shepherd.

He's staying with me for a few days.

(Whispering) Huh.

(Whispering) Why are we whispering?

(Whispering) Because it feels like (laughing)

We're doing something wrong.

[Chuckles]

[Music continues playing]

Are you ok, Larry?

[Music playing]

[Footsteps]

Bradley: Easier in a relationship and getting it on.

You're divorced and sleeping with your ex-wife.

No wonder there's a recession.

It was a one-off, all right?

Could you not rekindle the magic between the sheets?

It was a very pleasant trip down memory Lane

for both of us.

Both of you?

[Laughs]

Mullery, in a world of unlikely couplings,

you remain reliably single.

What the fuck's that supposed to mean?

Bradley: Uh...

Shepherd: I th-think it was supposed to be a complement.

Oh, it's funny, is it?

What about this? Is this funny?

[Punch]

[Grunting] [Groans]

Monroe: To be fair to mullery, that was quite funny.

[Music playing]

Monroe: Now, awake-surgery is not

the most pleasant experience for the patient.

So when she comes around, I want to see comforting expressions,

all right?

That isn't you doing your comforting expression,

is it, springer?

Oh, great.

My team looks more reassuring by the minute.

[Music continues playing]

[Wheels rolling]

He's having a cigarette outside at his retirement

party, starts getting terrible back pains.

Mullery picked him up.

At a&e, he felt the pulsation in his abdomen.

Sorted out an urgent ct scan.

Good call, mullery.

Could you go and talk to his wife and then go straight down?

I'm thinking of letting mullery do the abdominal end.

Do you think he'll be up to it?

Oh, I think mullery would be up

to repairing the bayeux tapestry if he put his mind to it.

It's his mind I'm worried about, not his hands.

Mullery?

He's always been very calm.

Gillespie: Not anymore.

Seems to be falling out with everybody at the moment...

Even had a pop at Shepherd this morning.

[Machine beeping]

Shepherd: Can you tell me what that is, Bridget?

A watch.

Good.

And this?

Bridget addy: Duck.

Shepherd: Yep.

And (whispering) What's this?

[Struggles to speak]

It's... it's ok.

It's [inaudible] Did you catch that, Monroe?

Monroe: Yep. Won't go near there.

Shepherd: And what's this?

[Loud beeping]

She's fitting.

Monroe: Ice the saline.

Explanation?

Wilson: Jacksonian, provoked by you working on her motor strip.

Monroe: More saline.

Come on, you can talk and spray at the same time, can't you?

[Panting]

Now, we're going to operate straightaway

and repair the damage.

Now, Ron's in the best place.

Oh, do you think was the cake?

He said it was too rich, but I said, a light cream.

It won't have been the cake, I promise you.

Far more likely the sly fag he was having.

Sly fag? What sly fag?

He gave up 10 years ago when he had his stroke.

Oh, well you might want to talk to him about that.

Lizzie: Uh, Mrs. Daggert.

Mrs. Daggert, why don't you let me show you where

you can get a nice cup of tea.

Mrs. Daggert: [Breathing heavily]

I think it was the cake.

Jenny: Take the aortic cannula.

Good.

Now, um, hold the cannula with the bevel

pointing towards the arch.

Gillespie: Haven't got anything planned today, had you?

No more fights lined up?

We'll have to suture each branch artery individually and then

re-implant the major arteries supplying

the bowel and kidneys.

Do you think I should cancel this afternoon's elective?

I think you should cancel the milk and papers.

We might be quite a while.

[Music playing]

Monroe: Ok, Bridget?

[Machine beeping]

I had a fit, didn't I?

Monroe: You did, yes.

Bridget addy: That was...

That was...

Monroe.

Monroe: Yeah, I heard.

What are you trying to tell us, Bridget?

That was the last one that I'll ever have.

[Music playing]

Monroe: I hope so, Bridget.

I certainly hope so.

[Machine beeping continues]

That's Mr. Daggert's.

Is it true you hit Shepherd?

Well, he deserved it.

The thing is, I really thought I knew you.

And then you go and do something like that,

and I feel like I don't even know you at all.

I was lonely and... And under pressure.

No excuse.

[Sighs] I look back at it now, and it makes no sense.

And... and I'm sorry.

But I really need you to carry on being about my mate.

[Music playing]

Do you think I'd have hit Shepherd if I wasn't your mate?

[Laughs]

You're a good man, mullery...

With a right hook to die for.

[Chuckles]

Mullery: Call me slugger.

[Chuckling]

[Music intensifies]

Monroe: Hey, did that slap of mullery

bring you to your senses?

I'd already come to my senses.

I'm going back to her if she'll have me.

Monroe: Good, good.

Strip the bed before you go.

And if she asks about your black eye,

you got it playing Wii just dance.

It happens.

[Faint beeping]

Oh, um, that thing uh, between me and Anna last night...

You know, it was um...

Well, it didn't really mean anything

in the grand scheme of things.

I just think that it might mean you're um, not

going to pursue Lizzie anymore.

Why would it mean that?

Because you already cheated on Lizzie

between date 1 and date 2.

Because you're a single man with a whole world of single women

to choose from, and you end up sleeping with your ex-wife.

Because your pursuit of Lizzie was entirely

driven by jealousy of Anna.

And last but not least, because Lizzie's

no longer interested in you.

Hm.

For a man with a train wreck of a love life,

you talk a very good game.

[Sharply inhales] What can I say?

Don't have to be a good player to be a good manager.

[Machine beeping]

Monroe: Bridget.

Hello.

Do you know where you are?

Hospital.

Monroe: Good.

Can you push against me?

Good.

Very good.

And she's doing well.

It'll take a few days, but I'm pleased with her.

How does it work then?

Is she cured?

Well, it'll be a while before we know that.

You know, we'll need to monitor her for the next few months.

All right.

Great.

Thanks a lot.

Well, that's me done then.

I'll um, I'll shoot off if there's nothing else.

[Scoffs]

Not quite the ending I was hoping for.

You old romantic.

[Footsteps walking away]

Lizzie.

Lizzie: This isn't about affairs of the heart by any chance,

is it?

Well, yes.

I think we should just be friends and colleagues.

You know, I really like you, but um...

Great.

That is the best bit of news I've heard all day.

- I'm sorry to let you down. - You're not letting me down.

You're agreeing with me.

Good.

[Music playing]

Good.

Not even a little bit sad?

No.

[Music continues playing]

[Rapid knocking]

[Rapid knocking]

Who else have you told?

What?

Well, mullery punched me today.

There can be only one reason why.

- Better come in. - No I don't...

I don't want to come in.

I... I want to know who else you've told.

Springer?

Bremner?

What are you trying to do to me?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Well, then why?

Because I had to tell somebody, just like you did.

I haven't told a soul.

Witney: Oh, apart from Monroe?

I...

And don't deny it.

[Soft music playing]

So you know why I had to tell someone.

Well, I won't be telling anybody else,

so don't worry on that score.

Why don't you just go home to your family?

[Music continues playing]

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

[Music continues playing]

Has he gone yet?

Afraid he sidled off earlier.

Bridget addy: Thank goodness for that.

He hadn't been here five minutes,

I remembered why we'd split up.

Hm.

Give me your hands.

I want you to push against me.

Bridget addy: (Whispering) I'd like to pretend it

was the epilepsy that did it...

You know, that left me on my own.

I was just never very good at that stuff.

No one is, not really.

Ok, squeeze.

[Sighs] You know, when I was a little girl my dad would

take me to the pub, sit me on a bar

stool with a pack of crisps.

And I'd watch all the grownups talking and laughing,

and I thought one day, I'll be able to do that.

You know, just...

Monroe: Talking about nothing as though it's something.

It's a knack.

And the alcohol helps.

I'm still that little girl sitting

on the bar stool, (Whispering) Wondering

when I get to join in.

[Car engine]

Monroe: I uh, heard that was some operation

you pulled off today.

Jenny: I didn't come here for small talk,

though I appreciate the effort.

Right.

I'm going to say something, and uh, you don't have to say

anything other than yes or no.

I know that you're Lawrence's best friend.

And I wouldn't be putting you through this

if I didn't think I was going mad, but I think, deep down...

After what's happened to you in the past...

I... i... I just think deep down, you

know that it's better if the truth comes

out sooner rather than later.

So, this is what I think.

I think Lawrence is having or has had some sort of affair.

And I think you know about it.

I... I think you really need to talk to Larry about this.

Look me in the eye, and tell me that I'm wrong.

Can you do that?

Can you deny it?

I am in agony here, Monroe.

I really, really wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't.

Please.

I can't deny it.

And um, [scoffs] [Sniffles] As insane as it sounds, i...

I just need to know.

I think he may have had an affair...

[music - El born, "1982"]

(Voice quivering) - -With Sarah witney.

[Music - El born, "1982"]

[Sighs]

[Smacks lips]

Thank you.

[Music - El born, "1982"]

(Singing) I caved in, felt the pulse racing under your skin.

Half this distance would kill most friends.

[Forcibly exhales]

(Singing) Hell, but not this time.

[Machine beeping]

(Singing) We'll start again, pretend it's 1982 again,

re-enact all the years since then

but erase all the days that we spent apart since then.

Did somebody hurt you?

[Door slams]

(Singing) Did somebody let you down?

Did somebody hurt you?

Did somebody leave you out?

[Door slams]

(Singing) Well, i'm not that somebody else.

[Music playing]

[Music playing]

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