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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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