Monroe (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

MAN: When it comes down to it, there
are really only two kinds of gambler
in this world:

the gambler who will risk a few quid
on very long odds

or the gambler who will risk a
fortune on very low odds.

In the end, what really matters is
how 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 to sound
like Kenny Rogers here.

I don't gamble.
Really?

We need to insert this catheter to
release pressure in her brain.

You hit the wrong area and you 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're pushing
the catheter in the right direction?

You'll feel a give when the catheter
enters the ventricle?

By that time, you know you're right,
so that's no 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.

You take Dr Wilson for a glass of
water while I collect my winnings.

I get it. The fluid off the brain,
right?

That's like your winnings.
No, my winnings of Shepherd here.



He offered me 5:2 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.

I gave you 2:1, by the way, not 5:2.

(Slow bleeping)

(Continuous tone)

Anna, why didn't you wake me?!

What?
Hello?

You see what time it is?

What were you thinking?

Why didn't you wake me?
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.

Left it in town. Give me that.
That's my...

He got beaten. Steeple hasn't had a
win all season and he's high in the
weights. Yeah, hold on.

(Whistles) St Matthew's please.

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 on a training
course: Winning Irony for the Single
Male.

When's Nick off?
Tomorrow.

Leaving behind just memories, a large
overdraft

and a bedroom only government
scientists are allowed to enter.

Ah, Sally Fortune, pocket dynamo!

Walk beside me a while and share your
wisdom.

Alison Bannister, 29-year-old woman,
admitted through A&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 headaches and
absences for some time, but her GP
couldn't find anything wrong.

Then she found she couldn't move her
right arm. Thought she was having a
stroke.

MRI scan showed a tumour in the left
temporal region,

which is where you come in, I
believe.

Where is she?
Over here.

This is Mr Monroe, the surgeon I was
telling you about.

And you are?

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.

Try not to be offensive or
patronising,

although I realise your age,
education and social class make this
virtually impossible.

(Gasps)

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

and I know how strange it is to 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 can
offer me on a ?100,000 property with
a 20% deposit?

Keep wiggling your fingers as you
work it out.

A tracker, 4.15%.

Works out at monthly payments of
around ?400.

That's good. That's good.

It's a buyer's market.
Ah-ha.

OK, I'll come back and talk to you
once I've seen the results of your
scan.

What's your son studying at
university? Philosophy.

Well, if he's going to be on the dole
he might as well have something to
think about.

Ha-ha! Shepherd, ready for a new day
wrestling with 3lb of pinky-grey
matter?

Just so I'm clear, you are talking
about the brain, aren't you?

Here, I hope you've got the funds to
cover my winnings.

I don't need them. She's terrible on
the soft.

It's been pissing down on Beverley.
Pissing down on Beverley?

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

Now, not forgetting that the scan
reverses the image from the brain,

what do you say to that?

A temporal lobe lesion.
No.

No? Dr Wilson, do you speak, or are
you here on some scheme for the
disadvantaged?

High-grade glioma?
No!

You say this:

you bastard!

Personalise the tumour. 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 between you
and a psychopath is good A-levels.

Do you know what Voltaire said about
medicine? No. Well, find out.

Ah, Miss Bremner... Fresh meat, I
see.

Dr Malory, Dr Witney, surgical
trainees.

This is Mr Monroe, neurosurgeon.

Is it me, or are your trainees better
looking than my trainees?

I'd love to pretend to be amused by
your lame badinage, but I've got a
suspected tamponade coming in.

Badinage, tamponade... When she
speaks, it's like poetry.

Mrs Khan, aged 65. Road traffic
accident.

When she's stabilised, she's got a
depressed skull fracture just for
you.

So we'll be like a team? Not a team,
more of an unfortunate coincidence.

Who decided her heart was the
priority? I did.

Not much point in patching up her
heart if she's brain-dead.

I read your paper on mitral valve
aftercare, Miss Bremner.

I had a couple of questions. You're
intelligent. Put them in writing.

Springer... Do I sense a preference
for cardiac, or is it just lust?

No. She wrote this paper.
One thing you need to remember.

The brain is a mysterious,
multi-faceted complex organ that
contains our unique humanity.

The heart, when it comes down to it,
is just a pump.

No.1, let's forget all this talk
about tumours.

Tumour 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 tumour is in your temporal
lobe, here.

It's been causing pressure on your
brain.

And will it happen again?

It will, and worse, it will grow.

If we do nothing, and let it grow,
it will kill you.

I can't say how soon, but it won't
be any longer than five years.

It doesn't...feel real.

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

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 any more, would
it?

I'm sorry. I have to tell you the
bad stuff that might happen.

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

It is.

But, to be honest with you, it's not
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 enquiry or are you
niggling because her heart's taken
priority over her brain?

I'd rather have a dodgy heart and a
good brain. I'm sure Mrs Khan would
agree.

I know cardiac isn't your
specialism, so I'll spell this out.

Mrs Khan is an elderly patient,
whose heart is bleeding as a result
of a car accident.

If I don't do something about that
as soon as she gets here, she will
die.

You're very defensive.
I'm not defensive.

I'm just indifferent to your twinkly
self-regard.

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

Is this where you tell me the real
story, is it?

It is. It'll kill you in the end.

You're the one doing the operating
issue I'm worried about.

Have you cried yet?

Is that important?
It is actually. You'd be surprised.

Will she agree 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, I have been
in your position.

I can't imagine life without her.
She's my best mate an' all. She's
everything.

If you want her to have the
operation, and I've seen this a
thousand times,

you go in there and tell her you will
love her no matter what the outcome.

That's how people are convinced, not
with statistics,

not with promises from surgeons, but
with promises from loved ones.

You want me to persuade her, and I
want you to tell me the odds of that
bad stuff happening.

One in ten. How do you think she'd
feel about those chances?

What about what I feel about her
chances? You say what she needs to
hear to get through this.

Your feelings just went on hold. No
offence, but they don't count for
shit right now.

Hello. Can I help you? It's my wife.
I'm waiting for my wife.

Do you know where they were taking
her? Mr Khan?

Hello. I'm Miss Bremner, cardiac
surgeon.

I'll be doing the operation on your
wife when she's stabilised.

What does that mean? It means I'll be
operating on her soon.

You must promise me you will take
good care of her.

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

Dr Witney here will see you up to
ITU. All right?

I need to be with my wife. She
doesn't want strangers pulling her
this way and that.

I've told him she's sedated, so it
doesn't matter, but...

It's the love of his life. No other
explanation needed.

Mr Khan, you come with me. I know a
short cut to ITU.

We'll be there before them. What Miss
Bremner lacks in manners, she makes
up for in expertise.

(Door opens)

Hiya.
Hi, Dad. You're late!

Are you going somewhere?
Oh, ha-ha-ha-ha!

Will you miss me?

I have to have seen more of you to
miss you.

Are you not taking the punch bag as
well?

You might need it when you're feeling
frustrated by the demands of
philosophy.

You promised you wouldn't do this.
It is a proper subject, Dad.

That's right, because at every
accident scene,

you hear the cry, "Is anyone a
qualified philosopher?"

Just ignore him.
I do. I will.

(Phone rings)

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 nip back to
hospital. ITU have magicked me up a
bed.

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 are you finding it with Bremner?
A 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'd heard you were a bit of a dick.

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

but I don't want to damage any of
the good stuff,

so after we've done the painful bit,

we'll wake you up so you're
conscious during part of the
operation.

That way, we can map out the areas
of your brain that control speech
and movement.

We'll touch your brain with a 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.

Is it... Is it safe?

It's safe, but it's weird.

If you want really weird, I've got a
clip of a man playing the banjo
while his brain's being operated on.

I don't mean to...

The thing is, this will sound rude,
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 have forever,
and now I don't.

Look, I am good at this, you know.

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

No, I can't,

but I can promise you 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 Discs?

No. 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 bit of propping
up.

Did a group hug ever once produce a
better surgical outcome? Enlighten me
if it did.

Dr Malory, you appear to be wearing
my clogs.

Sorry about that. They were the only
pair that fitted me.

They're my lucky clogs. I don't like
anybody else wearing them.

Dr Malory, leave the clogs on your
feet.

I'd hate to do anything to upset
anybody.

You just have, Dr Malory.

Sorry I didn't make 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-travelled 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?

Well, she's been talking about it for
the last 15 years or so,

so, you know, maybe.

Has she?
Yeah.

A safari?

OK, check the drains for bleeding.

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-hm.

I know. I know.

I love you.
I love you too.

See you in a bit, yeah?

MONROE: Morning.
Morning.

I've done an Alison playlist.

I look forward to you busting some
moves, Nurse Wickens.

Springer, Wilson, one last look
before the patient arrives.

This is it. This, Dr Springer, is the
only superstition I have.

Apart from the lucky playlist.
More of a ritual, don't you think?

And the lucky clogs?

(# BELLE AND SEBASTIAN: This is Just
A Modern Rock Song)

Here she is.

Alison. Hello.

You look suitably relaxed.

Belle and Sebastian.
I know.

If you'd gone private, we'd have them
here in person.

Shepherd here is going to send you to
sleep with propofol,

possibly from his personal supply,

then he'll bring you round so you can
talk to us during the operation.

Yes. Are you feeling all right about
that?

Not really.
Good answer.

Right, Shepherd, in your own time.

? 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 recognise my face

Alison, you're going to hear a beep
from time to time as I map out your
brain.

OK.

Now, I want you to count slowly for
me, from one to ten. OK?

One, two,

three, four, five...

She's slightly dysphasic there.
..six, seven...

Eight.
How are you doing, Alison?

All right.

It's all right. It's all right.
OK, the motor strip's clear.

You just keep talking numbers for
Shepherd. Nine, ten.

Think of him as a very stupid
mortgage customer.

OK, back down.
Five, four...

Right, doctors, what vessels are at
risk here?

The posterior cerebral artery.
Two...

Miles out.

Like to take a guess, Dr Wilson?
One.

Ah. You've just made a doctor faint,
Alison. How do you feel about that?

Was it the good-looking one?

(Laughs)

No. Sadly, Dr Springer is still
vertical.

As well as handsome.
# Too much too young

? You've done too much, much too
young

? 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?
Er...

Ah, it's...

I wear one.
Can you remember the name for it?

It rains on it.
It's a raincoat.

OK, Monroe, she's getting very vague
now.

I haven't got all the tumour out. I'm
going to carry on a bit longer.

Alison, what's this?

And I put things in. It's a... I put
things in.

It's a shopping bag.
Another minute.

Time to stop.
Yeah. Yeah, er...

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.

(Clattering)

You OK? Fine. Thanks.
Nothing to be ashamed of.

The heat, the smell of blood or a
rancid anaesthetist 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
confused than we would have expected,
but, you know, early days.

Alison...you're doing very well.

Everything's fine. Do you know where
you are?

In the... In the...

In the hospital.

Good.

She'll be woozy and incoherent for a
while.

She can't even remember my name!
She can. She just can't say it
right now.

Try not to worry.
For 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, not some
self-righteous whinge-bag.

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

Da-da! Hey!
Ugh!

OK?

OK...

Come here, you big clown, you.

I'm proud of you.
Bye.

Oh, here...
First week spends.

Oh, thank you.

Look, you might want to have a think
about that.

If you want to make that money last,
that's a good way of doubling it,

but there are no certain bets.

What was that?
That was nothing.

Goodbye. Good luck.
Goodbye.

Do you hear that?

Silent for the first time in 19
years.

So, what do we do now?

Shall I get the Scrabble out?
Guaranteed to keep dementia at bay.

I'm leaving you. 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 has gone. I've kept my side of
the bargain, and now I want to leave
you.

No.

No. What, you're just going to stand
up and go after 22 years?

It isn't a spur-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.

At least not for me.
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 a while, so don't lie.

That doesn't count. You know what we
were going through.

It's too late for excuses. It's way
too late.

You want a change of scene, eh? A
holiday.

We could go on safari.
What?

Are you trying to tell me you've
been unhappy for the past six years?

No. I've made do.

So, 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, I can't
imagine loving you again.

How can you have lived with me for
that long and kept it from me?

Lying every single day? How could
you do that to me?

Given all the lies you've told over
the years, I'm surprised you have to
ask.

(Door slams)

Have you thought your wife may be
suffering from an extra-axial
lesion?

I mean, sudden personality changes,
impulsive behaviour...

Frontal lobe tumour. Classic.

Her behaviour was far from impulsive.
She's been planning it for six years.

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

Have you started burning your
break-up CD yet? What?

May I recommend you open with Nick
Cave's People Just Ain't No Good?

Mrs Khan's all yours. Heart rhythm
was unstable yesterday, but she's
fine now.

Operation was a success.
Good for you.

Feel free to high-five Mr Khan on my
behalf.

Is it me, or was she just attempting
humour?

Where's Alison?
She's still in ITU.

Why?
There's a problem.

She went off this morning, and a
crash team was called.

They intubated and ventilated her.
They would.

They see a patient yawn and they try
to get a tube down.

She had a fit and stopped breathing.

You have a fit, you do stop
breathing, or did you miss that day
in medical school?

I hate this moment, waiting for the
cross section that says you fucked
up.

No clot.

No haematomas.

Nothing.

So, what do we do now?

We get Shepherd to wake her, then
wait and see.

Medicine is what we do to keep the
patient amused whilst nature takes
its course.

Voltaire.
I'm impressed, Wilson.

I looked it up.
Good.

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 inside her head
for three hours.

I do. I can feel it in my guts.
Oh, your guts.

Well, then, that trumps medical
knowledge.

You told me to put my feelings 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'd be all right.

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

You're not actually thinking of
leaving her?

Alison's already left me. That isn't
her in that bed.

She's not coming back, is she?

We're going to drill two burr holes.
Any idea where, Dr Wilson?

Here, next to the fracture.

Dr Springer, I will go contemporary
indie for that. Arctic Monkeys perhaps.

We'll then use the Addisons to lift
the depressed section away from the
dura.

Best accompanied by Bowie.

What will you see when you remove the
bone flap, Dr Wilson?

Classic soul.
Dr Wilson?

Mrs Khan is waiting.

The dura.
And beneath that?

Cerebral contusions. Unless that's a
band, I don't want to hear from you,
Springer.

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

Will I? No, no. You'll be in charge
of the volume control as well.

What are you writing about?

You.

Shouldn't it be the other way round?

This is very much a trial period for
both of us.

Mr Khan, you remember Mr Monroe.
He'll be happy to talk you through
your wife's operation.

Mr Monroe, thank you so much, so
much.

It was a fairly standard procedure.
But my wife...

You are both of you miracle workers.

Mrs Bremner here gave my Yasmin
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.

He was relieved to be talking to
someone with a modicum of emotion.

No. He was relieved that his wife is
alive. The rest is just window
dressing.

(Bleeping)

The rest of it, you can't do.
Why are you so threatened by me?

Oh, I don't know. It might be the
size of your penis.

Jenny...

Listen, there's something you ought
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,
Laurence?

Because I... I thought if you knew,
you might want to cut him some
slack.

Why? When's he ever cut me any?

She was extubated two hours ago, 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 on my brain.

That's right. Do you remember the
name of the guitarist in Stone Roses?

John.

John Squire. Well, it looks like we
haven't damaged any important stuff.

We'll get you back into the ward as
soon as possible.

Where's Lee?
Lee's on his way.

Thanks for you text.

I hope to God she can forgive me.

She doesn't know you've been
anywhere, and if she asks, say you'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 to
specialise in neurosurgery?

What? Yes, actually.

Thought as much.

Can I have a word?
Sure.

If it's a bad time, I can...
Oh, it's not a bad time.

Springer, fssht!

Oh, and the answer's no. I don't
think it is a good idea.

Really?

Alison and I were wondering if we
could make a donation to help the
hospital.

Have you got your chequebook?
What, right now?

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 degree and 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
me 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 liked saying it.
It's got a nice ring to it.

For what it's worth, I'd have 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 in my
position, was that your wife?

Did she have a tumour?
No, my daughter.

That's why you were so sure of
yourself. That's why you knew the
right thing.

My daughter died on the operating
table, Lee.

Brain surgeon's daughter dies of a
brain tumour.

Long odds by anybody's book.

I'd always play odds of 10:1. That's
all there is to it.

Make sure you spend that on the
children's ward, then.

I'll make sure it's spent on
geriatrics. The children's ward gets
everything.

The wrinklies, they get bugger all.

Thanks.

It's a pleasure.

This isn't fair. You can't make a
judgement this early.

Most of my early judgements are very
good.

You know the flash stuff, but not
the basics. Besides, you remind me
of someone I don't like.

Who? Me. There's only room for one
egomaniac on this team.

I'm not letting this go.
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 not part of
the old boys' network, but you're
exactly the same as them.

You're worse. At least with them, it
was clear what the rules were.

Oh, ho-ho-ho-ho, Springer!

You just might have started to 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 any of my staff
for comfort sex.

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

You're not thinking of springing any
more surprises on me, are you?

None planned.
Good. That's good.

So, was the fruit your idea?
What?

Lee told me he wasn't here when 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 you
know?

Why would I 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 the truth is
extremely overrated.

? 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 sailing down

? Through the streets and through the
playground

? People, they ain't no good

? People, they ain't no good... ?

I didn't know you were on call.
I'm not.

Where else am I going to go?

? People, they ain't no good

? People, they ain't no good ?

What have you got? A double shooting.

Shot his brother and himself,
and they both survived.

Sounds like he's not cut out to be a
hit man.

If you thought I'd be better in
cardiac... Think I'd be easier on
you than Monroe?

This prick is laughing and joking
about my boy.

I'm not that insecure that I need to
show the size of my drill to every
passing male.

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