Monroe (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 3 - Episode #2.3 - full transcript

I've been told I can only keep one
registrar.

I have to let one of you go.

We've got a bleeder.
We're gonna have to stop.

How much have you got out?
Not enough.

We have to leave most of
the tumour in there.

I'm sorry but I think we may have
caused serious damage to her brain.

I think that we should go and talk
to someone. About us. Our problems.

I'd like to offer you the registrar
position.

I'm not ready.
I could stay on my current grade.

I just want you to be sure you can
live with the consequences.

It's yours if you want it.
If I want it?



Of course I want it. Registrar.
Who wouldn't want it?

You'd be surprised.

Every so often something
goes wrong and it won't go away.

It just won't go away.

Is it so bad that it's stopping you
from doing your job properly?

I'll only know when I'm staring at
someone's brain and I have to start
cutting.

Doesn't that scare you?

It would scare me if you hadn't
noticed

I was the best man for the job.

Now, that would scare me.

You get to make your own mistakes
now.

Are you sure you're in the right
shape to do your job properly?

I don't know.

I really don't know.



You did what? You turned down
registrar? What did you do that for?

I've been through this with Monroe.
I'll know when I'm ready.

Why do you suppose he's going to
offer you the chance again?

You had thought about that,
hadn't you?

Hi.
Hi.

Erm... Don't exactly know
how to say this

cos I've never done it before but...

I think we both know we've messed
up and it won't happen again.

Oh, cos there was me thinking
we'd done a good thing.

I was about to suggest we jump into
a cupboard for a quick Boris Becker.

How are you going to handle
working for Springer?

I won't be working for Springer.
I'll be working with Springer.

You think so?

Morning!

Well... at least he isn't wearing a
monocle.

Give him time.

Good morning.

Morning!

I'll come and talk to you later.

Tell your mum I will only be a sec,
OK?

You waited till the night shift then
you sneaked in

and admitted a child on to my ward.

There were no beds in Paediatrics.

There are other paediatric wards
in other hospitals.

OK, the dad died in the floods
in Pakistan two years ago.

They lived in a refugee camp for 18
months

and made it to family in Leeds.

I think with that effort
they deserve Bremner.

Who deserves me, Mullery?

He thinks you've gone soft on
admissions since having a baby. It's
a test case.

I think she's crouching
because she's got

right ventricular outflow tract
obstruction

and that's the only way to force
oxygenated blood into her lungs.

I'm thinking Fallot's.
You see, Mullery,

deep down you know you want to
come back to cardio.

How's her English? Both girls
already speak broad Yorkshire.

You're going to let me down,
aren't you?

I don't want this to be
uncomfortable. Me neither.

I'm sure I only just edged it.
I'm sure you did.

Springer. Good to see it hasn't gone
to your head. What have you got?

Alex Schofield. 25.

Went to the doctor with poor motor
skills in hands

and constant back pain.

MRI scan shows suspected ependymoma
high on his neck. C4 to C7.

One of my top least favourite
locations for surgery.

Are you sure you want to go on
the ward dressed like that?

Of course. Why not?

Just when I thought
the day couldn't get any better.

What have you come as?
You were warned.

One - tie. Bacteria risk. Tuck it in
your shirt or I'll circumcise it.

Two - sleeves. Infection risk.
Get them rolled up.

Three - briefcase. Needless clutter.
Get rid.

Four - you look like a knob.

We'll operate and take a biopsy.
It's likely to be one of two things.

An astrocytoma or an ependymoma.

If it's an ependymoma,
we'll remove as much of it as we can.

What if it's not? If it's an
astrocytoma we'll sew you up

and the operation won't take place.

So I'm having an operation
to see if I need an operation?

Yes. And the operation will have
risks I need to talk to you about.

Let me show you something.
Come forward.

Oh, I know. Silly bugger.

Hand on heart, do you find that
attractive in any shape or form?

Er... It's not really my kind of
thing.

See? There you are. Another lovely
girl you've ruled out, in't it?

We don't need to worry
about the tattoo right now.

The growth is in the substance
of Alex's spinal cord.

If the spinal cord gets damaged
when we remove the growth

then everything from here down
would be paralysed.

Paralysed? How do you mean?

It's all right, Mum. It'll be all
right. They know what they're doing.

It's only fair I tell you that risk,

but you should also know that
if we just leave it,

it'll grow and then, I'm afraid,
it definitely would paralyse you.

No! Don't say that. Mum.
Go and get us some tea, will you?

We're going to need it.
I thought you were nil by mouth.

Well, you can drink yours,
I'll look at mine.

Can somebody, please?
No, I don't...

Mrs Summerfield... Shall we get that
tea?

Go on.

Listen. Whatever you tell me,
tell me straight.

I don't need protecting.

But my mum?

It's a different matter.
You've seen what she's like.

I don't want her worried.

She's had enough worries
over the years.

She's got nothing to worry about.

Neither of you have.
This man's the best.

Just in case you've got hold
of the wrong end of the CUSA,

I am not Butch and you are not
Sundance.

You are my registrar!
You're not my partner.

You don't interrupt me
when I'm talking to a patient!

And do something about the suit.
You look like a bookie's runner.

Well, well, well.

Someone knows there's a new stag
in the forest.

Stick your tongue out for me.

OK, let's have a look at your hands.

Will you tell your mum Husna needs an
operation, it's quite a serious one.

It's to repair a hole in her heart.

She knows.

Husna was diagnosed in Pakistan,

but they couldn't do the operation
there.

Fallot's.

Ooh, hold the doors!

We're going to need a translator,
Miss Witney.

Informed consent can't be taken
through an 11-year-old.

I'll get on to it.

So... does Louis have
any favourite bedtime songs yet?

Erm... A Team by Ed Sheeran.

Oh, a song about a crack-addicted
teenage prostitute.

Cute.

Oh! His playlist.

That's not mine.
Give over.

He likes to pretend he doesn't like
Simply Red

but I catch him singing along to it
in the car.

It really isn't mine.

Make a hash of that and he won't
even be breathing on his own.

Which is why I am taking the
precaution

of having Shepherd use
neuromonitoring.

It will help my decision-making.
What?

I thought you argued that machines
make a surgeon too conservative.

It's not replacing him.

Just telling him how close he
is to the spinal cord.

He doesn't want to damage it,
does he?

"The more equipment we use, the more
we learn to distrust our expertise."
You said that.

Springer. Back off. Do you want me
to spell it out? What?

We're using a machine
because right now I need it.

Why? Because last week I crippled
a patient. I wasn't saying...

I need it to give me the confidence
in this operating theatre

where, as you point out, one slip and
it's wheelchair time for Alex.

Forgive me for being dull but this
patient's needs

trump your desire for blood sports!

Are you scrubbing in or what?

Oh.
Can I help you?

No. Sorry. Sorry.

OK, so neonatal...

Is my neurophysiologist happy
with his new toy?

Neuromonitor up and running.

Happy with the patient and happy
with the new-found tone of respect.

OK. Let's get a biopsy and see if we
need to do this operation.

There you go.
Urdu, Pashto and South Yorkshire.

I've already tried him.

Oh, my God! What's gone wrong?

Nothing at all. The biopsy confirmed
it's an ependymoma.

And we're going to operate
to remove it.

I hear you're looking for an Urdu
translator. Do you know one?

You're looking at him.
You?

What can I say? I've got hinterland.

Come with me.

I'm hard as nails. So don't spare me
any details. I can take it.

It's good news.

We know what the problem is

and we're going to do our best
to get rid of it.

No promises, then.
What?

You don't make promises, do you?

I'm a good listener.
The bingo years, you see.

And I've been listening to you...
and you never make promises.

You're right. I don't.

But this operation needs to happen.

He's all I've got.

Unbelievable.

There you go.
Thank you.

So, come on, where did you learn
Urdu? Five-card stud, Asian cabbies.

Can you stimulate the patient?

Tell me what Metal Mickey
thinks of my efforts so far.

Running motor check.

Amber, mostly amber.

Good.

You are still in the safe zone.

Again?

We've still got waveforms but now
most of the channels have gone red.

Careful.

OK?

The margins between the cord and
tumour are blurring. Try again.

The same. It's red.

We're going to stop there.

Are you sure? I'm sure.
We're going to stop there.

Close him up, Springer.
Still got tumour to debulk.

I know.

Totally lost his nerve.

I've a mind to reconsider my
position as registrar

unless he snaps out of it.

Right.

I mean it. I'm a flair player.

That's what surgery's about for me
and the old Monroe.

I'll order another MRI scan, yeah?

Yes. You do that.

What did I tell you? You didn't want
me to make you

a doctor's appointment,
now look at you.

As good as new!
Erm...

Can you erm... Can you just push
against me?

Good. Good.

How are you feeling?
A bit sore, but...

Great. Really.

Hands feel like new.
I didn't realise how bad they'd got.

I thought I was just getting
cack-handed, you know.

Like a dodgy keeper.
Squeeze as hard as you can.

Good. Good.

Arm-wrestling back on.
Darts may take a few days.

Thanks, Mr Monroe.
Thanks for everything.

Oh. Thank you. Thank you!

So there was his mum,
hugging me and thanking me.

And I knew I hadn't done the job
I set out to do.

Knew I could safely have taken more.
Knew I should have taken more.

So what stopped you?

Fear.

I'm frightened.

Frightened of what I've done
and what I might do.

We met at work. Erm... started
dating.

Got more serious.

Unplanned pregnancy
and then we moved in together.

Then Louis was born.
And now we're both back at work.

And... Terrified we've got nothing
in common now the adrenaline's gone.

So when you had the bad outcome...
Lynn. Her name was Lynn.

This happened before.
It's part of the job.

Why did this one get to you?
I don't know.

A connection maybe. A face.

Or maybe you're feeling particularly
raw right now. So?

So the only place you can redeem
yourself is the operating theatre.

And that doesn't happen, so...

Hold on. Hold on.

Don't you agree with me?
Oh, no, I agree with you.

I just want a pen to write it all
down.

Is there anything outside your
relationship

that might be having an impact
on it?

Like...?

Like what?
Work? Family history?

Health?
Oh. All of the above.

That's very honest.
Well, we're good at being honest.

That's something we do a little bit
too well, I think.

I could talk to someone from work,
but...

I feel if I do they'll always be
watching me.

Oh, yes. I was forgetting.

No weakness permitted...
damage the Monroe brand.

That's why I choose to talk to you.
I come to you for naked mockery.

Just mockery these days.
We're divorced. So we are.

Oh. So, what time are you meeting
Dave?

Ten minutes ago. I'm sorry.

You'll be fine, you know.

Yeah, I know.

Go on. You crazy kids go and enjoy
yourselves!

I think I'll make espresso my drink
of choice now I'm registrar.

It's a more important kind of
coffee. What, latte's for losers?

You see. We think the same.

Which is why you should let me buy
you a drink sometime.

You don't know what you're missing.

Do you know, it was uncanny. It was
like she knew all about me

and was waiting for me to say it out
loud. You're cured now, are you?

Not after one session, no.

Not how it works. I remember
taking my car to a garage once.

I only wanted the alternator
replacing.

But, you know, once he fixed one
thing it made another thing break.

I had to go back the next week,
week after that.

This is relationship counselling,
it's not some dodgy car repair shop.

I'm just saying.

I cut my losses in the end.

Sold it for scrap.

We need to talk. Larry, I don't
think we do. We need to talk.

Can one of you two get me a large
black coffee to take away, please?

Sure.

No suit today?
I feel overdressed now.

I'm laughing inside
and that's the important thing.

I'm glad you ditched the suit.

It made you look like
you were overcompensating.

For what?
You don't know, do you?

You weren't first choice to be
registrar.

Wilson was offered it
and turned it down.

What? No. Wilson would have told me.

No, she wouldn't.
Because she's far too nice.

Unlike me, as it turns out.

It doesn't matter really, does it?
I mean, you're doing the job now.

Close your eyes.

OK, now put your hands down.

I stopped the operation
too soon.

I left too much of the tumour
in there.

You took a clinical decision
based on the evidence available.

Have you heard of Wilder Penfield?
Yes. I've heard of Wilder Penfield.

Neurosurgeon, epilepsy pioneer and,
most surprisingly of all, Canadian.

One operation he did in the 1930s -
when he got into it he saw that

this malignant tumour had spread,
really aggressive.

He took it all out along with a
massive part of the patient's cortex.

His colleagues were against it

but he said it wouldn't have any side
effects. And it didn't.

Do you know why that story is
remembered?

Because it's the exception.

No. It's remembered because
he was operating on his sister.

His own sister. That's the story that
made me want to be a brain surgeon.

Maybe he just... didn't like his
sister very much.

Hm.

Surgeons with superpowers.

It's a myth.

Stop trying to live up to it.
It's hurting you.

I don't know. Maybe I need a break.

Is that such a terrible idea?

Tell her? This is insane!

Why would you ruin your life?
Why would you ruin mine?

Do you hate me that much?
I don't hate you. I really don't.

I just realised that I can't ever
mend what I've got with Jenny

when I'm keeping this secret.

And you think telling her that you
slept with me

is going to do the trick, do you?

I am so sorry. If there was a way of
keeping you out of it...

Larry, I am begging you
not to do this.

We made a terrible mistake
and we need to put it behind us.

But, please, if you tell her...

This is what I love doing.

Please don't take it away from me.

Monroe needs you. Got a great happy
hour special in from A & E.

I was thinking we normally only see
babies with this condition.

Husna's five years old so... You
were thinking that as she was older

you might be able to do the
operation?

Well, I'm afraid the answer to that
is "No".

If she dies during the operation,
which is very possible,

I want her family to know the most
experienced surgeon was operating.

Do you understand?
Of course.

I know, you hate me for refusing.
But one day you won't.

That is some insult.

It's practically defamation.
Is he conscious?

He was when he walked in. He's
losing blood.

He walked into A & E like that?

Did A & E send up drug and alcohol
screens? He wasn't drinking.

He walked down Briggate
with a knife in his head?

He walked over the road to try and
stop a fight.

His 12-year-old boy brought him in.

Hello, Finn. This is Mr Monroe
who I was telling you about.

You're going to make him better,
aren't you?

Yes. I'm going to try my best.

I wrapped his scarf round his head.

Good lad. That was the right thing
to do.

And leaving the knife in,
that was right too.

We did it at school.
First aid?

No. The Sword In The Stone.

It was like The Sword In The Stone.

You know what? We give special milk
shakes to brave lads round here.

All right?

I've got to go and help your dad out
now, OK?

Come on, Finn.

One stab wound inner leg stitched,
for what it's worth.

Strictly small time. Knife's gone
straight into the sagittal sinus.

Knife's acting as a plug.
It's going to get messy.

Nothing we can't handle,
eh, Skipper?

You call me Skipper ever again
and I will break you like a twig.

Blood pressure's falling.

The sooner we get on with it
the better, Skipper.

Anything you observe about the heart,
Miss Witney?

Enlarged. Very weak beat.

Textbook.
Absolutely.

Shit, shit! Stop. Everybody stop.

The coronary artery's in the wrong
place.

It's at the junction of the right
ventricle and MPA.

My God, I'd have killed her.
Yes. She's going to need a homograft.

Make a few calls,
and I'll go and speak to Mrs Sahni.

Of course. And tell them it's
urgent. Because it is. Very.

Do you understand?

I'm looking for a homograft
for a five-year-old girl.

What smaller sizes do you have?
17 millimetres?

There's been a complication

and the operation is going to take
a little longer than we thought.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

OK. Yalda.

Now I want you to tell her
what I really said.

I can't. It's too hard for her.

I know, I know that it's hard,
but I need you to be a brave girl.

I don't want to be a brave girl
anymore.

I dropped it in the car park
but I rinsed it off under a tap.

Perfect fit.

He's dropping again.
We need to get a move on now.

You OK with this, Springer?

Me?
You can do it, nice and smooth.

We can't wait. Monroe, we can't
wait!

Take the suction, Springer.
Ahh...

I'll do it.

One, two, three...

Ah...

BP's not...

BP's not too bad.

Thank you. OK, everybody?

Reduce the flow
and remove the aortic clamp, please.

Flow up.

Come on, Husna.

You're a survivor, I know you are.

Come on.

Come on!

Good. OK. Good.

Miss Witney. Agitate the ventricles,
please,

and let's prepare to fill the heart,
thank you.

Your dad's out of his operation.

He's still asleep, but he's going to
be fine.

I knew he would be. I knew it!

Lizzie here will take you up to him
when he comes round.

OK, fella?
Thanks.

The er... blood soaked through
my scrubs. My erm... pants too.

So I'm gonna have to go commando
for the rest of the shift.

Is that really what you came here
to tell me?

Er...

Did you ask Wilson to be registrar
before me?

Yes.

Is that it? "Yes"?

Do you know what I'm going to do
tomorrow?

I'm going to remove the rest of
Alex's tumour.

Have you told her everything this
time? Yes.

That's why she's crying. Grown-ups
always cry when they're happy.

Good. Thank you.

I told you she was strong.

Dad died but... she was meant to
live.

Yeah, she was.

I really think she was.

Good day?
Yes. You?

Very. You know how it is in our
trade.

One day you're Jesus, the next day
you're Job.

Beautifully put.
If a tad self-aggrandising.

You ready?
There you are.

We were looking for you, weren't
we, Louis? Hello, hello, hello!

Good night.
And well done for today.

Thank you.

He's lovely, by the way, Louis.

He's lovely.
Yes, he is. Thank you.

You are lovely, aren't you?
You are lovely.

Do you think we should discuss

what we talked about in Relate
at some stage?

Are we allowed?
I don't know what the rules are.

Did I hurt your feelings?

Some of the stuff that I said?
No.

No. I thought you were very honest.

I sometimes wonder if there can be

a little too much honesty
in a relationship.

What? What is it?

I'm sorry.
What for?

For everything. For hurting you.

Yes, I'm sorry too. For hurting you.

When did you hurt me?
Well, at Relate.

That's what you meant, isn't it?

All the stuff we said to each other
in there.

And even though it... it's...

can seem very painful...

that doesn't mean it's not worth
saving, does it?

I mean, we are worth
saving... aren't we?

Yes.

Of course we are.

It's better that we do
another operation now

before scar tissue forms.

If we leave it, we'll be doing the
same operation in a year but riskier.

Yesterday you were thinking
of taking some time off.

That was before I'd pulled a knife
out of a man's head.

No time to think. That's what's been
holding me back - time to think.

That's thinking taken care of then.
Seriously, though.

I've been going into operations
thinking about past failures.

It's been making me overcautious. It
was because I was overcautious I let
Alex down.

He has just had a serious spine
operation.

You really think he is going to give
his consent again?

If we don't take it all out he is
on a steady road to full paralysis.

Erm... just to put your mind at rest.
I'm not going to tell Jenny.

I'm sorry for all that stuff
I put you through yesterday.

You were right.
You know something?

I don't give a shit what you do.

Oh. OK.

I decided I wasn't going to
torture myself

worrying about what you would
or wouldn't say.

I know that's what men like you get
off on.

When did I stop being a great guy
and start being "a man like you"?

Are you still up for that drink
tonight?

Actually, I'm up for dinner.

OK.

Great.

Did you hear that?
Yes. We all heard it.

I know this little Italian.
Is it Frankie Dettori?

She was just waiting for me to be
made registrar until she succumbed.

Yes. That will almost definitely
be it.

I'm all singing, all dancing,
all moving.

I'm feeling better than yesterday
and tomorrow I'll be better still.

I know you don't want to worry
your mum.

I love my mum to bits but you don't
really think

that's the reason I'm saying no,
do you? Go on.

Dangerous operation, you said.
One-off.

And you asked me to trust you.
And I did.

And now, all of a sudden,
you want to do it all over again.

Trust you again.
And the thing I worry about is this:

If you're so bloody good

then why didn't you do it right
the first time?

The tumour will grow if we leave it
in there.

And there will be side effects.
You don't know that. Not for certain.

One side effect is that you will be
impotent. Impotent?

Is that true?
No, no.

It's something I say to men

to convince them to have operations
they don't need. Yes. It's true.

You're 25 years of age,

maybe you've done all the riding
you want to already...

OK. OK. OK. Where do I sign?

We OK?

Yeah. Green across all channels.
All good.

Motor responses working.

Won't be for long if he carries on
listening to this shite.

I preferred your mother's stuff,
Alex.

He was six months old
when his dad buggered off.

I cried for a week and then I rolled
up my sleeves and I said,

"Right. It's the two of us now."

And it's always been that way.

You're his mum. You've got every
right to be protective.

God, if it was my daughter in the
same boat I'd be exactly the same.

And I know he should be standing on
his own two feet by now but...

you know? You'll miss him if he
goes. I will, yeah.

But I have to let him go, haven't I?

You don't have to say it. I know.

I do know.

What does the monitor say now?

Amber. Mostly amber.

Already?
Yep.

Try again.

You're actually in the red now.

You know what?
Turn the bloody thing off.

Are you sure? Turn it off.
It's stopping me doing my job.

Good call.
Thank you, Wilson.

I can get this.

Hey.

How did it go?
Oh, it went well, yeah.

Just have to wait and see now,
like always.

Thanks for your concern. It's almost
as if you didn't trust me.

Hey!

You don't get it, do you?

I am accountable for every decision
you make.

So I think that entitles me to ask
about the outcome of an operation

when the surgeon himself

has previously been questioning
his own abilities.

All right. You're right. I'm sorry.

I'm back in arrogant prick mode.
Surely that's reassuring.

I took this job because I thought it
would be better

if a surgeon was in charge of
Surgery.

I took this job for the best
possible reasons.

I know. You don't have to tell me
that.

Well, maybe, once in a while,

you and Bremner and all the others

could give me some credit for
fighting your corner.

Yes. Right. Message understood.

You OK? It's Gillespie you should
be worried about.

He seems to think he's in charge.

How are you?
I've made a full recovery.

Motor responses are good.
BP slightly raised.

You know what I mean.

We were in counselling and I was
thinking,

"If this is what it's come to,

if we can't even talk to each other
without a referee in the room,

then what's the point?"

That's not a relationship I want to
be in.

You've had one session. Jesus, Larry,
give it a fair crack at least. One!

A bit of short-term advice to tide
you over.

If this alludes to unhygienic sexual
practices I don't want to hear it.

Go home. Give her a hug.

Tell her you love her. And that's
going to solve everything?

You'd be surprised.

And back rubs. Women love back rubs.

Here's the main trick.

You pretend you don't expect
it's going to lead anywhere.

Thank you.
No, no, no, no.

You pretend it's not going to lead
anywhere and it always does.

"I love you." Remember?

I love you.

Alex has come round on the ward.
Thought you might want to know.

Why did you have to go again?

Look at him. He was doing
really well.

We've got all the tumour out this
time. He won't have to come back.

He's not talking.
Mm-hm.

Alex, can you hear me?

Can you lift your right arm?

Mm-hm. Excuse me.

Right, Alex, wiggle your toes.

Come on, Alex, try harder. Your toes.

Come on, try harder.
Wiggle your toes.

Come on, Alex, you've an audience
here - your toes!

Good! Good!

Good boy! That's great. Great!

Right, you can stop wiggling.
Don't want to tire yourself out.

I think he's going to be all right.

Ooh!

I love you.

Oh, well... what's brought this on?

I was just being spontaneous.
Right.

I'm not... I'm not very good at
spontaneous at the moment.

Sorry.

I can give you a back rub later...
if you want?

Yes, that would be lovely.

As long as you don't think it will
lead to mad, passionate love-making.

I'll need to be a tiny bit more
conscious for that.

No, it's just a back rub.
No ulterior motive.

Well, that would be nice.

Well, well, well, Miss Witney.

But you're beautiful.
What?

It's a line. They always use it in
films. What films?

Well, now you're putting me
on the spot.

Shall we get to the restaurant?

You know what? Do you mind if we
don't go to your Italian?

There's this other place I think
you'll enjoy more.

Where are we going with this?
I'm folding.

You only play premium hands.
That's so management.

I'll raise it a fiver.
Take it to the river.

I'll pawn my wedding ring
this time round.

I hope you've got an understanding
husband. I'm not married.

I just wear the ring for work.
What? Keeps lechery at bay.

I wear a ring for much the same
reason.

Why's that funny?

Ace-high flush.

You've only got yourself to blame.

Ah, hello.
He's gonna lose his hand.

Aye-aye. More the merrier.
Get your money out!

You know how to treat a girl,
Springer. You cheapskate, Springer.

What can I say? Lady's prerogative.

Full house.

Did she keep her hands on the table
when I was at the door?

Cheeky.
Unbelievable!

How much am I in?
Dream over.

I was just wondering about tonight or
tomorrow or any night really.

What the hell are you doing here?
All right, Dad?

What the hell are you doing here?
Why don't we get married?

We are hardly happy as we are,
how would marrying help?

If there's no hope for us... then why
the hell am I even here?

You are the best registrar
I've ever had.

You can tell me. How bad can it be?

I slept with someone else. Are you
sure this wasn't a dream you had?