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[Electricity crackling]

[Rhythmic beeping]

Monroe: When it comes down to it,

there are really only two kindsof gambler in this world...

The gambler who will risk a few quid

on very long odds, orthe gambler who will risk

a fortune on very low odds.

In the end, what really mattersis how well you handle losing.

If you let it destroy you, well, you weren't really

a gambler in the first place.

Forgive me if I'm starting tosound like Kenny Rogers here.

I don't gamble.

Really?

We need to insert this catheter to release

pressure on her brain.

You hit the wrong area, andyou wreck her brain forever.

This procedure is your bread and butter.

Get it right, no one's impressed.

Get it wrong, it's catastrophic.

So how will we know we are pushing the catheter

in the right direction?

You'll feel a give when thecatheter enters the ventricle.

Ah, by that time, you knowyou're right anyway, so that's

not really going to help.Dr. Wilson?

I don't know.

Correct.

We don't know.

The odds are good.

I'm an expert.

But the stakes couldn't be higher...

Her future.

So it seems to me, Dr. Springer, you'd

better learn how to gamble.

[Music - I am kloot, "radiation"]

[Singing] The short wave matter...

You take Dr. Wilson for a glass of water

while I collect my winnings.

I get it.

The, uh, fluid off the brain, right?

That's like your winnings.

No.

My winning's off Shepherd, here.

He offered me five to two I wouldn't hit

the occipital horn in one go.

Do you think we scared him too much?

I hope so, Shepherd.

I sincerely hope so.

It was two to one, bythe way, not five to two.

[Rhythmic beeping]

[Sustained beep]

Anna, why didn't you wake me? Anna: What?

Hello?

Hell.

You see what time it is?

Agh!

Anna, what were you thinking?

Why didn't you wake me?

Oh!

I did wake you.

Have you seen what time it is?

Where's the car?

Nick!

Nick?

Wake up. Oi!

Wake up! - What?

Where's the car?

I left it in town.

Too much to drink. - Perfect.

Thanks. [Inaudible]

Give me that.

That's... that's my...

He got beaten five[Inaudible] and the stable

hasn't had a win all season, and he's high in the weights.

Yeah, hold on.

St. Matthew's place.

Ah, nice of you to join us.

I look to you for many things, Shepherd.

Sarcasm isn't one of them.

Well, I've been in thetraining course, "winning irony

for the single male."

When's Nick off?

Tomorrow, leaving behind justmemories, a large overdraft,

and a bedroom that only government scientists

are allowed to under.

Ah!

Sally fortune, pocket dynamo.

Walk beside me a while and share your wisdom.

Alison bannister, 29-year-oldwoman admitted through a and e.

Case history?

Didn't feel too good last night.

Started with dizzy spells, then she tried to speak,

but the words wouldn't come.

She's been having headachesand absences for some time,

but her gp couldn't find anything wrong,

and then she found shecouldn't move her right arm.

Thought she was having a stroke.

Mri scan showed a tumor in theleft temporal region, which is

where you come in, I believe.

[Music playing]

Where is she?

Over here.

This is, uh, Mr. Monroe, the surgeon I

was telling you about.

And you are?

Ha.

I'm a neurosurgeon.

I will tell you the truth at all times,

and you can ask me anything.

Springer, go and talk to some patients, will you?

Try not to be offensive or patronizing,

although I realize that your age,

education, and social classmake this a virtually impossible

request.

[Gasps]

Now, I know how strange it is to be in hospital,

and I know how strange it isto sit by a bed like this.

Give me your arms, please.

Hold them up.

That's it.

Turn your hands palms up.

Close your eyes.

You're a surgeon?

Is she going to need an operation?

What do you do for a job, Alison?

I work in a bank giving mortgage advice.

Ok.

What's the best deal you canoffer me on 100,000 pounds

property with a 20% deposit?

Keep wiggling your fingersas your work at that.

A tracker.

4.15%.

Works out at monthly paymentsof around 400 pounds.

Ah, that's good.

That's good.

It's a buyer's market.

Uh-huh.

Ok.

I'll come back and talk to you once I've

seen the results of your scan.

Ok.

What's your son studying at university?

Philosophy.

Well, suppose if he's going to be

on the dole for the rest of his life,

he might as well havesomething to think about.

Ha-ha!

Shepherd, ready for a newday wrestling with three

pounds of pinky gray matter?

Just so I'm clear, youare talking about the brain,

aren't you? - Yeah.

Hope you've got the fundsto cover my winnings.

Don't need them.

She's terrible on the [inaudible]..

It's been pissing it downon Beverly since Monday.

Pissing it down on Beverly.

Don't you just love the old songs the best?

Ha!

[Music playing]

Now, not forgetting that the scan

reverses the image from thebrain, what do you say to that?

A temporal lobe lesion.

No.

No?

Dr. Wilson, do you speak, or areyou here on some kind of scheme

for the disadvantaged?

High-grade glioma?

No.

You say this... you bastard.

Personalize the tumor.

Name it after someone you hate.

It is the enemy.

There can only be one winner.

Does it have to be that aggressive?

You're taking your knife to someone's head.

The only difference betweenyou and a psychopath

is good a-levels.

Do you know what voltairesaid about medicine?

Pfft. No.

Well, find out.

Ah, miss bremner.

Fresh meat, I see.

Dr. Mullery, Dr. Witney, surgical trainees, this

is Mr. Monroe, neurosurgeon.

Is it me, or are your trainees better-looking

than my trainees?

I would love to standhere pretending to be amused

by your lame badinage, but I've got a suspected

tamponade coming in today.

Badinage, tamponade.

When she speaks, it's almost like poetry.

Mrs. Khan, age 65.

Road traffic accident.

When she's stabilized, she'sgot a compound depressed skull

fracture just for you.

So we'll be like a team?

Mm, not a team, really.

More like an unfortunate coincidence.

Who decided that her heart was the priority?

I did.

Not much point in patching upher heart if she's brain-dead

when she gets to us.

I've read your paper on mitralvalve after-care, miss bremner.

I had a couple of questions.

You're intelligent.

Put them in writing.

Springer?

Do I sense a preference forcardiac, or is it just lust?

No, she wrote this paper...

One thing you need to remember...

The brain is amysterious, multifaceted,

miraculous, complex organ thatcontains our unique humanity.

The heart, when it comesdown to it, is just a pump.

Number one, let's forgetall this talk about tumors.

Tumor is Latin for lump, ok?

The other thing you should know is I am 99% certain

that it is not cancerous.

Ok, that's good, isn't it?

The reason you've been unwell is

that the tumor is in yourtemporal lobe, just here.

It's been causing pressure in your brain.

And will it happen again?

Monroe: It will, and worse, it will grow.

And if we do nothing and letit grow, it will kill you.

Can't say how soon, but it won'tbe any longer than five years.

It doesn't feel real.

It doesn't feel like I've got a tumor.

That sounds stupid, doesn't it?

It doesn't sound stupid.

And can you take it out?

I can.

I'm very good at that.

But there are some risks to surgery.

What kind of risks?

It's unlikely, but you could lose your memory.

You could suffer paralysis down one side.

So it wouldn't be me anymore, then, would it?

Monroe: I'm sorry.

I have to tell you the badstuff that might happen.

But at the end of the day, it's my choice?

It is.

But to be honest with you, it'snot really a choice at all,

is it?

I think it is, Mr. Monroe.

I think it is!

Oh!

Any sign of our car accident, Mrs. Khan?

Is that a genuine inquiry, or are

you still niggling because a heart's

taken priority over a brain?

I'd rather have a dodgy heart and a good brain.

I'm sure Mrs. Khan wouldagree with me if she could.

I know cardiac isn't your specialism,

so let me spell this out for you...

Mrs. Khan is an elderlypatient whose heart is bleeding

as a result of a car accident.

If I don't do something aboutthat as soon as she gets here,

she will die.

You're very defensive.

I'm not defensive.

I'm just indifferent toyour twinkly self-regard.

Talking of dodgy hearts, I'm going for a smoke.

Is this where you tellme the real story, is it?

It is.

It'll kill you in the end.

But you're the one doing the operating.

It's you I'm worried about.

Have you cried yet?

Is that important?

It is, actually.

You'd be surprised.

Has she agreed to the operation?

I don't know.

Do you want her to agree?

What would you do if you were in my position?

I would say, how soon can you do it?

And before you ask, ihave been in her position.

I just can't imagine my life without her.

She's my best mate, you know.

She's everything.

If you want her to have the operation,

I've seen this a thousand times. You go in there.

You tell her you will love herno matter what the outcome is.

That's how people areconvinced, not with statistics,

not with promises fromsurgeons, but with promises

from loved ones.

But if you want me to persuade her,

then I want you to tell me the odds

of that bad stuff happening.

One in 10.

How do you think she'dfeel about those chances?

Well, what about whati feel about her chances?

You say to her what she needsto hear to get through this.

Well, your feelings just went on hold, mate.

No offense, but your feelingsdon't count for shit right now.

Hello.

Can I help you?

It's my wife.

I'm waiting for my wife.

Ah.

Do you know where they were taking her?

Mr. Khan. Hello.

I miss bremner, cardiac surgeon.

I'll be doing the operation on your wife

when she's stabilized by the trauma team.

What does that mean?

It means that I'll be operating on her soon.

You must promise me youwill take good care of her.

It's my job to take good care of her, Mr. Khan.

Dr. Witney here will seeyou up to itu, all right?

I need to be with my wife.

She doesn't want strangerspulling her this way and that.

I... I've told him she's sedated,

so it doesn't matter, but...

It's the love of his life, eh?

No other explanation needed.

Mr. Khan, you come with me.

I know a shortcut to itu.

We'll be there before them.

What miss bremner lacks in manners,

she makes up for in expertise.

[Door shuts]

Monroe: Hi, there.

Hiya, dad.

You're late.

Huh.

You going somewhere?

Oh, ha-ha-ha-ha.

Will you miss me?

Well, I'd have to see moreof you over the years for me

to miss you.

You not taking the punchbag as well?

You know you might need itwhen you're feeling frustrated

by the demands of philosophy.

You promised you wouldn't do this.

It is a proper subject, dad.

Well, that's right, because, at every action scene,

you hear the cry, is anybodyhere a qualified philosopher?

Just ignore him.

I do.

I will.

Monroe.

Oh, really?

Oh yeah, well, that's right.

Tomorrow?

Really?

Ok, I'd better come and talk to them.

Right.

I've got to run back to hospital.

Itu have magicked me up a bet.

Good old itu.

I'll meet you at the restaurant.

Order me something medium-rare.

I'm ordering you pizza.

To quote my son, ha-ha-ha.

Dr. Witney, I presume.

Hello.

Daniel springer, Monroe's prodigy.

How you finding miss bremner?

Bit of a nightmare, I expect?

You just have to be good at what you do.

That's all there is to it.

I think that's my problem.

I'm a bit too good.

Oh.

Right.

That's a nice problem to have.

Oh, come on.

I think we both know we're the Alpha-males

in our respective packs.

Team prodigy, you might say.

Team prodigy?

Priceless.

I heard you were a bit of a dick.

I want to get at least 95% of the tumor out,

but I don't want to damageany of the good stuff.

So after we've done the painful bit,

we'll wake you up, so thatyou're conscious during part

of the operation.

That way, we can map out the areas of your brain

which control speech and movement.

We'll touch your brain witha very small electrode,

and then we'll know not to go near them.

Right.

It doesn't hurt.

The brain doesn't feel pain.

It's clever that way.

Well, is it...

Is it safe?

It's safe.

But it's weird.

Though if you want really weird, I've

got a clip of a man playingthe banjo while his brain's

being operated on.

I don't mean to...

Thing is, this will soundrude, but you know, how good...

I mean...

You want to know how good I am?

See that?

Steady as a rock.

Unfortunately, this is my gun hand.

Do you have children?

Uh-huh.

I have a grown-up son and a 13-year-old girl.

We wanted to have children, but I wanted to wait.

You can still have children.

Should have done everything sooner.

You always think you haveforever, and now I don't.

Look.

I am good at this, you know.

I know you can't promise meit's going to be all right.

No, I can't, but I can promiseyou that it isn't going to be

all right if we do nothing.

Oh, just one other thing.

Yeah, what's that?

What are your desert island disks?

N... no.

Leave it.

He likes it cold.

Dr. Witney, everything ok with the khans?

- Yes. - Why wouldn't it be?

No reason.

He just might need a bitof propping-up, that's all.

Did a group hug ever once produce

a better surgical outcome?

Enlighten me, if it did.

Dr. Mullery, you appear to be wearing my clogs.

Sorry about that.

I thought you wouldn't be wearing them,

and they're the only pair that fit me.

They're my lucky clogs.

I don't like anybody else to be wearing them.

Dr. Mullery, leave the clogs on your feet.

I'd hate to do anything to upset anybody.

You just have, Dr. Mullery.

Sorry I didn't make it to the restaurant.

You should do something, you and her, when I've gone.

Go on a safari or something.

A safari?

Why would I want to go on a safari?

Travel.

Might broaden your mind.

Best travel people I know are always bigots.

So that's a reason not to do it?

I hate sunshine.

Is that what you think mum would like?

She's been talking about itfor the last 15 years or so.

So you know, maybe.

Has she?

A safari.

Ok.

Check the drains for bleeding.

Both: Clear.

Right, let's close her up.

See how the continuous suture distributes

the pressure evenly.

How did you learn to suture so quickly?

By wanting to, Dr. Witney.

I'll be all right.

You know me. - Mm.

I know.

I love you.

I love you too.

See you in a bit, yeah?

[Music playing]

Morning.

All: Morning.

I've done an Alison playlist.

I look forward to you bustingsome moves, nurse wickens.

Springer, Wilson, one last lookbefore the patient arrives.

[Music - belle and Sebastian, "this

[is just a modern rock song"]- This is it.

This, Dr. Springer, is theonly superstition I have.

Apart from the lucky playlist.

More of a ritual, don't you think?

And the lucky clogs.

Ah.

Here she is.

Alison, hello.

You look suitably relaxed.

Belle and Sebastian.

I know.

If you'd gone private, we'd havethem here singing it in person.

Shepherd here is going to send you

to sleep with propofol, possiblyfrom his own personal supply.

Then he's going to bringyou around so you can talk

to us during the operation.

Yes.

You feeling all right there, love?

Not really.

Good answer.

Right, Shepherd.

In your own time.

[Singing] She tried to flag down an aeroplane.

I suppose she needs a holiday.

I put my arm around her waist.

She put me on the ground with judo.

She didn't recognize my face.

Alison, you're going to hear a beep from time

to time as I map out your brain.

Alison: Ok.

Now, I want it to countslowly for me from 1 to 10, ok?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5...

She's slightly dysphasic there.

6, 7, 8.

How you doing, Alison?

All right.

It's all right.

Ok, the motor strip's nice and clear.

You just... Alison: 9...

-keep talking numbers for Shepherd.

Alison: 10.

Think of him as a verystupid mortgage customer.

Ok. Put it down.

[Inaudible]

Alison: 5, 4...

Right, doctors.

Alison: 3...

What vessels are at risk here?

The posterior cerebral artery?

Alison: 2...

Miles out.

Like to take a guess, Dr. Wilson?

Alison: 1.

Ah.

You just made a doctor faint, Alison.

How do you feel about that?

Alison: Was it the good-looking one?

No, sadly, Dr. Springer is still vertical.

As well as handsome.

[Music - the specials, "too much too young"]

[Singing] Too much, too young.

You've done too much, much too young.

Now you're married with a kid, when you

could be having fun with me.

- And what's this? - It's an umbrella.

Good.

And this?

Uh... oh, it's...

I wear one.

Can you remember the name for it?

Rains on it.

It's a raincoat.

Ok, Monroe, she's getting very vague.

Haven't got all the tumor out.

Gonna carry on for a bit longer.

Alison, what's this?

An... and I put... put things in.

It's a put things in.

It's a shopping bag.

Another minute.

Stop.

Yeah, yeah... uh... uh, I feel...

Time to stop.

Ok, ok.

Thank you. Good.

Yes.

Let's have some saline, please, then, Dr. Springer,

I'd like you to help fortune close her up after Larry

has worked his magic.

[Banging]

You ok?

Fine, thanks.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

The heat and smell of bloodor a rancid anesthetist

are enough to put the wobble on anyone.

I'm fine.

Good.

Do you want to scrub in for mrs. Khan's op tomorrow, Dr. Wilson?

Yeah. Yes, please.

- Shall I scrub in too? - No, no, no.

I think Dr. Wilson has this one.

Neuro obs are fine.

Seems a bit more confusedthan we would have expected,

but, you know, early days.

Alison, you're doing very well.

Everything's fine.

Do you know where you are?

Mm... in the...

In the...

In the hospital.

Good.

She'll be a bit woozy andincoherent for a while.

Well, she can't even remember my name.

No, she can remember your name.

She just can't say it right now.

You know, try not to worry.

Well, how long?

I thought you said she was going to be fine.

This is all normal.

There isn't a normal.

You told me that...

Go home and get some rest.

You need to be strong now, notsome self-righteous whingebag.

Dad, I can do that when you've gone.

It needs doing!

Ta-da!

Yay!

Ugh.

Ok.

Come here, you big clown, you.

Oh!

I'm proud of you.

Bye!

Oh, here.

First week's spends.

Oh, thank you.

And, um, look, mate, you mightto have a think about that.

You want to make that money last.

That' a good way of doubling it.

But as wittgenstein said, there are no certain bets.

- What was that? - Oh, it was nothing.

Goodbye. Good luck.

Bye!

Do you hear that?

Silent for the first time in 19 years.

So what do we do now?

I'll get the scrabble out.

Guaranteed to keep dementia at bay.

I'm leaving you.

Look, we've only been on our own five minutes.

Aren't you being a bit hasty?

I'm not joking.

What are you talking about?

Nick is gone.

I've kept my side of the bargain,

and now I want to leave you.

No!

No, what?

What... you're just going tostand up and go after 22 years?

Well, it isn't aspur-of-the-moment thing.

I've been thinking about it for a while.

So who is it?

Who are you leaving me for?

There isn't anybody else.

Well, at least, not for me.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Six years ago, you had an affair with a woman

who worked at the hospital.

No, I didn't.

You did.

I've known about it for awhile, so don't lie to me...

That doesn't count!

You know what we weregoing through at the time.

It's too late for excuses.

It's way too late.

What about a change of scene, eh?

You know, a holiday.

We could go on a safari. - What?

Are you trying to tell me that you've been

unhappy for the past six years?

No.

I've made do.

So you've... you've been happy.

If you've been happy in that time...

I haven't loved you for six years.

And try as hard as I can, ican't imagine loving you again.

How can you have lived with me for that long

and kept it from me?

Lying to me every single day...

I mean, how could you do that to me?

Given all the liesyou've told over the years,

I'm surprised you even have to ask.

[Door slams]

Have you thought your wife may be suffering

from an extra-axial lesion?

I mean, sudden personalitychanges, impulsive behavior...

Frontal lobe tumor.

Classic.

Her behavior is far from impulsive.

She's been planning it for six years.

She's known about me and Jackie all that time.

Have you started burningyour breakup cd yet?

What?

Then may I recommendyou open with Nick cave's

"people just ain't no good"?

Mrs. Khan's all yours.

Heart rhythm was a littleunstable yesterday,

but she's fine now.

Operation was a success.

Good for you.

Feel free to, uh, high-fivemr. Khan on my behalf.

Is it me, or was she just attempting humor?

Where's Alison?

Dr. Fortune: She still in itu.

Why?

There's a problem.

She went off this morningand a crash teamer called.

They intubated and ventilated her.

Oh, yeah, well, they would.

They only have to see a patient yawn,

and they try and get a tube down.

She had a fit and stopped breathing.

Yes, when you have afit, you do stop breathing,

or did you miss that day in medical school?

I hate this moment, waitingfor the cross-section

that says you fucked up.

No clot, no hematomas, nothing.

So what do we do now?

We got Shepherd to wake herup, and then we wait and see.

Medicine is what we doto keep the patient amused

whilst nature takes its course.

Voltaire.

I'm impressed, Wilson.

I looked it up.

Good.

You might want to think about cutting down.

I know she isn't going to recover.

No, you don't.

I do.

I don't know that.

I've been rummaging insideher head for three hours.

I do. I can feel it in me guts.

Oh, your guts.

Well, then.

That trumps medical knowledge.

You told me to put myfeelings on hold, and I did.

But now... I love her so much.

I can't stand it if she isn't coming back to me.

The waiting is part of it.

Sometimes these things happen.

You don't get it, do you?

I promised to stay because I thought

she was going to be all right.

It's not much of a promise, if you don't mind me saying.

You're not actually thinking of leaving her?

But Alison's already left me.

That isn't her in that bed.

She's not coming back, is she?

[Music playing]

We're going to drill two burr holes.

Any idea where, Dr. Watson?

Here.

Next to the fracture.

Dr. Springer, I would gocontemporary indie for that...

Arctic monkeys, perhaps.

We'll then use the adson's to lift

the depressed segment away from the dura,

best accompanied by bowie.

What will you see when you've removed

the bone flap, Dr. Wilson?

Classic soul.

Dr. Wilson, Mrs. Khan is waiting.

The dura?

And beneath that?

Cerebral contusions.

Unless that's the name of a band,

I don't want to hear from you, springer.

Yeah, but I won't just be incharge of the playlist, will I?

Will I?

No, no, no, no, you'll be incharge of the volume control

as well.

[Music playing]

What are you writing about?

You.

Shouldn't it be the other way around?

This is very much thetrial period for both of us.

Dr. Bremner: Mr. Khan, you remember Mr. Monroe.

He'll be happy to talk youthrough your wife's operation.

Mr. Monroe.

Thank you so much...

So much.

Well, it was a fairly standard procedure.

But my wife...

You are, both of you, medical workers.

Mrs. Bremner here gave my yasmine life,

but you gave her a life worth living.

Well, thank you.

I'll see you when I take the staples out.

Any questions, here's my direct line.

Of course.

Thank you.

What?

You just can't help yourself, can you?

It's incredible.

Attention-seeking.

Well, I think he was just relieved

to be talking to someonewith a modicum of emotion.

No, he was relieved thathis wife, who should be dead,

is alive.

The rest of it's just window-dressing.

The rest of it, you can't do.

Why are you so threatened by me?

Oh, I don't know.

Might be the size of your penis.

Jenny.

Listen, there's something youought to know about Monroe.

I very much doubt that.

He doesn't want anyone to know this.

Anna's just left him.

Why are you telling me this, Lawrence?

Because i...

I thought if you knew, you mightwant to cut him some slack.

Why?

When's he ever cut me any?

[Music playing]

She was extubated two hoursago, and she's waking up fine.

You had us worried for a while there.

Do you remember who I am?

You're Mr. Monroe.

And where are you?

I'm in hospital.

I've had an operation of my brain.

That's right.

Do you remember the name ofthe guitarist in stone roses?

John... John squire.

Well, looks like we haven't damaged

any of the important stuff.

We'll get you back into thewater as soon as possible.

Where's Lee?

Lee's on his way.

[Music playing]

Thanks for your text.

I hope to god she can forgive me.

She doesn't know you've been anywhere.

What?

And if she asks, sayyou've been buying fruit.

- Fruit? - Yeah.

Trust me on this, ok?

Fruit.

Hello, you.

Hello.

Where have you been?

I've been shopping for fruit.

Oh.

Right, missus.

Normally, I would say try and get some rest.

But personally, I'd be happy if you never slept

again on my watch, all right?

Anna, I know you pick these up.

You always pick up your messages.

Please ring me.

Mr. Monroe!

Springer.

Is this about you deciding tospecialize in neurosurgery?

What?

Yes, actually.

Thought as much.

Can I have a word?

Sure.

If it's a bad time, I can...

No, it's not a bad time.

Springer, pfft.

Oh, and the answer is no.

I don't think it is a good idea.

Really?

Alison and I were wonderingif we could make a donation

to help the hospital.

Have you got your checkbook?

What, right now?

Well, always right now, while you're

still warm with gratitude.

Make it out to friends of St. Matthew's.

You've been brilliant.

Just... you've been brilliant.

I only did what anyone would have

done with a medical degreeand a borderline personality

disorder.

You don't have to tell Alison, do you?

About my wobble?

Oh, I see.

Is this a bribe to stop mefrom telling your wife you left

her when she was in a coma?- No, god, no.

Don't say that.

It makes me feel terrible.- Calm down.

I just like saying it.

It's got a nice ring to it.

For what it's worth, i'dhave done exactly the same.

Really?

Yeah.

Then again, I am a bit of a twat.

I would have expected better from you.

When you said you'd been inmy position, is that your wife?

Did she have a tumor?

No, my daughter.

Oh.

So that's why you were so sure of yourself.

That's how you knew the right thing.

My daughter died onthe operating table, Lee.

Brain surgeon's daughter dies of a brain tumor...

Long odds by anybody's book.

I'd always play odds of 10 to one.

That's all there is to it.

Well, make sure you spend iton the children's ward, then.

I'll make sure it's spent in geriatrics.

The children's ward gets everything.

It's like Disneyland in there.

The wrinklies, they get bugger-all.

Thanks.

It's a pleasure.

[Music playing]

This isn't fair.

You can't make a judgment this early.

Well, most of my early judgments are very good.

Kind of goes with the territory.

You know the flash stuff, but not the basics.

Besides, you remind me ofsomeone I don't like very much.

- Who? - Me.

And unfortunately, there's room for only

one egomaniac on this team.

I'm not letting this go.

Listen, it'll go to the board anyway.

I'm just telling you, off the record,

I don't think you're right for neurosurgery.

Take that.

I know how it works.

You carry on like you're notpart of the old boys' network,

but you're exactly the same as them.

You're worse.

At least with them, it wasclear what the rules were.

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, springer!

You just might have startedto get a bit interesting.

Ah.

Shepherd tells me your wife left you.

Did he?

That was gloriously indiscreet of him.

Well, these things happen.

Thanks for the sympathy.

Just don't come after anyof my staff for comfort sex.

I don't want to have to deal with the fallout.

You're not thinking ofspringing any more surprises

on me tonight, are you?

None planned.

Good.

That's good.

So was the fruit your idea?

What?

Lee told me he wasn't herewhen I came 'round because he

was shopping for fruit.

He knows I don't like fruit.

So?

He walked out on me, didn't he?

So are you going to tell him that you know?

Why would you do that?

I love him.

Why would I want to make him feel bad?

So you're happy to live with the lie if he is?

Is that so bad?

No.

Not at all.

I happen to think that thetruth is extremely overrated.

[Music - Nick cave and the bad seeds, "people ain't no good"]

[Singing] People just ain't no good.

I think that's well understood.

You can see it everywhere you look.

People just ain't no good.

We were married under cherry trees.

Under blossom we made our vows.

All the blossoms come sailingdown through the streets

and through the playgrounds.

People ain't no good.

I didn't know you were on call.

I'm not.

Where else am I going to go?

[Singing] People ain't no good.

People ain't no good.

- What do you got for me?- A double shooting.

Shot his brother in the chest, himself in the head, and they

both survived.

Sounds to me like he's notcut out to be a hitman.

Of course, if you thought i'dbe better suited to cardiac...

What makes you think I'd beany easier on you than Monroe?

This prick is laughing and joking about my boy.

I'm not that insecure that I feel

the need to show off the size ofmy drill to every passing male.

[Music playing]

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