Monroe (2011–2012): Season 2, Episode 6 - Episode #2.6 - full transcript

You had a one-night stand. Stop
blaming how bad you feel on her.

He's getting none, you're sleeping
with your ex,

no wonder there's a recession.

I think we should just be friends.
Great. Good.

But unless Springer is the love of
your life, he isn't worth the pain.

What about this? Is this funny?

Would I have hit Shepherd if I
wasn't your mate?

I think he may have had an affair
with Sarah Witney.

Mike Law, aged 30. We removed an
acoustic neuroma two days ago

and preserved both his hearing
and his facial nerve.

Which basically means he can still
smile when he hears us tell him he's
good-looking.



Duncan West, aged 42.

Arrived two nights ago.

Thought he was having a stroke.
Our old friend the cerebral aneurysm.

Called it, coiled it and Duncan's
started to hate the sight of us.

Wilf Hazelhurst, aged 65, has early
onset Alzheimer's and a meningioma.

Mr Hazelhurst plays the piano and his
playing is unaffected by the
Alzheimer's.

His wife, Olive, is anxious that
tomorrow's brain surgery doesn't
damage his musical gift.

And he doesn't like being in pyjamas,
so we're going with smart casual for
now.

Any questions?

I thought not. Good.
Just one.

Who is this guy?

This is Jacob Namobu.

A medical student, thinking of
neurosurgery.

He is in perfect health. Make sure he
is returned that way at the end of
the shift.



Where are you going to be? At home,
hosting my son's stag night.

You are well and truly on your own,
Jacob.

Don't believe a word Springer says
and hold on tight.

You're in for the ride of your life.

So you like playing the piano?

What did you say your name was?

Mr Springer.

What did he say his name was?

Do you remember

that you are going to have an
operation?

Voluntary mutism.

He tends to be like that with
patronising twats.

Hello, Mr Hazelhurst.
Hello, Lizzie, lass.

Where have you been hiding?

That's me. I'm gone. Don't be late.

I thought Nick didn't want a stag
night. He doesn't.

But, you know, I can't send him to
his fate without marking the
occasion.

Are there any special qualities you
want me to look out for in our lab
rat?

When Alex Ferguson first laid eyes on
Ryan Giggs, he said,

'He floated over the ground like a
cocker spaniel

chasing a piece of silver paper in
the wind.'

You both remember my pilot scheme is
coming to an end, don't you?

My Head of Clinical Services
position.

I'd like to think you'd support its
extension. You'd like to think that.
That's self-evident.

It's online.

If you'd care to give me your
support.

You enjoyed that a bit too much.
I take my pleasure where I can.

Oh, erm... I haven't forgotten about
tonight.

I might be a bit late cos we've got
Relate first but I will be there.

How's that going, back home?

Well, yeah. Yeah, really well.

And you and Bremner? It's good?

Yeah. Yeah, we're doing just fine.

Great. I'll see you later.

You just think about what you're
doing. You're throwing everything
away.

I just can't come in every day and
face Bremner. Or Shepherd.

Did you explain the real reason for
leaving?

I just said it was for family
reasons.

Which it is, in a way.

What does your boyfriend think?

He doesn't know yet. He'd only try
and talk me out of it.

Neurosurgery is all about character.

You need the wisdom of Buddha, the
courage of a lion and the touch of a
woman.

Hi there.

This is Miss Witney, Cardiac Surgical
Registrar.

And Mr Mullery, General Surgery
Registrar.

This is Jacob Namobu, the Mowgli to
my Bagheera.

Borderline racist but that's
progress of sorts.

Well, what can I say? I don't see
colour.

You opt for neuro, Jacob,

and many years of study and hard work

might get you the chance of dating a
woman as hot as that.

That would be nice.

This better be good. I'm already
running late.

Ah... You got it.
Custom-made.

Wilf?

Can I help you?

They said you needed your radiators
bleeding.

I'm on my way out.

Off duty an hour ago. And so are you.

You do remember that the pilot
scheme comes to an end next week.

What pilot scheme is this of which
you speak? There are so many, it gets
quite confusing.

I knew it would happen one day.

You are going to heal the sick with
the power of song.

My daughter doesn't use it any more.
Wilf might like it.

Were you a singing nun or was that
just a dream I had?

You know, the music, the moonlight,
the wimple.

I thought just Catholic boys dreamt
of stuff like that.

I'm very inclusive when it comes to
sexual fantasy. Too much information.

OK, huge pile-up. M62.

We have an RTA passenger. Could be
the first of many.

Joey Shaw, 40, admitted through A&E.

I stabilised him and ordered an
emergency CT scan.

Good call, Mr Mullery.
Thank you, Mr Springer.

And the driver?
He's a bit out of it.

Wilson has ordered him a scan.
Drink?

He says not, but then he did cause
the pile-up, so he would, wouldn't
he?

You going to call Monroe back in?

And ruin my first solo flight? No
way. Let's see where they send the
rest of the casualties.

Jacob. There's the extra-dural
overlying the transverse sinus and
it may be occluding it.

So how is the blood draining from
the brain?

Is draining down the opposite
transverse sinus and down the sigmoid
to the internal jugular?

Yes. Good.

Good.

You ever see a craniotomy before?
No.

Make sure you bring your sick bag,
my friend,

because you are about to lose your
neuro-cherry!

Hang in there, Joey.

They got drugs in here like you
wouldn't believe. Go on, Joey, mate.

He'll be sound, won't he?
Don't worry.

We'll remove the clot on his brain.

It's his 40th, so do a good job and
all that, won't ya? Yeah.

Text me, later, love, with the final
score.

We've booked you a scan.
Don't leave.

I've told you. There's nothing wrong
with me.

Blinding headache. Lost the steering
wheel.

Next minute I know it's heavy metal
time and I wake up with five cars
piled up around me.

I'm fine now.

What sort of headache? Kind that
makes you drive like Wacky Races.

There's something I need to ask you.

You said you haven't been drinking.

Have you been taking drugs?
No.

Nothing at all?

Well, I always do a line of whizz on
a Friday night.

But that's not taking drugs, is it?

It's more of a livener.

Happy birthday, Joey.

Are we good to go?
Yep.

Blade me, cool breeze.

Knife, please, nurse.

Before you get married tomorrow, I'll
tell you three things that make life
worth living. Please don't.

Old Trafford before the start of the
season,

the first cleavage in springtime

and an unopened deck of cards.

Dad.

Marriage is a lot like poker. Don't
go aggressive on a dud hand.

Don't get sucked into putting money
in to see the flop.

I don't think I should get married.
To get out of your stag night?

No, I mean it, Dad.

I think you're right.

Me and Donna.

It's all too soon.

Nah... Its nerves, son. Its just
nerves.

I was nervous when I married your
mum.

I was nervous during the service
with her dad's shotgun trained on
me,

especially as he had Parkinson's.

That's one for the neurosurgeons in
the audience.

You're supposed to laugh.

This is some of my best material for
the speech tomorrow.

Nick? Are you serious?

I thought you'd be glad.

All your arguments finally got
through to me.

Oh, son.

You seemed so certain.

Look, if you don't want to get
married tomorrow, that's fine.
Really.

Whatever your choice, I'll back you
up. All right?

Hadn't you better answer that?
No.

I'll send them away, we'll sit down,
we'll talk it through.

You know what?

Let's play. Let's play now and we'll
talk later.

Maybe I'm just thinking too much.

OK.

We're ready to take the bone flap
away.

Whoa! More blood than expected.
You removed the tamponade effect.

He's removed the clot. It was a
plug. Yeah, I know.

Patties and Surgicel.

We need to soak this up and wait for
the clot to form.

There's been an RTA on the M62. Not
clear how many casualties they are
bringing yet.

Springer's working on the first now.

I'll take my phone. Call me if you
need me to open a second theatre.

OK.

You haven't forgotten, have you?

No. No, I haven't forgotten.

Well, we can't be late for
counselling. It looks like we don't
care.

I don't think we should go any more.

Really? Well, I know it's tough
but...

I just don't think there's any point
in going if you are going to carry
on lying to me.

Lying to you?

What do you think I've been lying to
you about?

About sleeping with Witney.

About that.

How long have you known?

For certain? About a week.

For certain?

What does that mean? Somebody told
you?

Why is that important?
You know. I know.

So why haven't you said anything till
now?

Because I thought, fondly, that I
could bury it.

Carry on. Carry on as though nothing
had happened.

Right.
But I found I couldn't do that.

Because I looked at you and realised
how naive I was

to imagine that the secret wouldn't
just make me hate you.

Right.

I see.

God, I'm sorry.

What do you want to do?

How do you want to sort this?

You leave. I stay.

We try and be good parents to our
son.

How about I stay?

We work on our relationship.

I mean, the worst is behind us.

My madness, my stupidity.

It's over. I ended it. Please, Jenny.

So I should stay with you so your
sacrifice wasn't in vain?

You know what I mean.
I don't know anything.

You presented one version of
yourself, which turns out to be
false.

So I don't know what you mean or
don't mean. You know me.

You know me better than anyone else.

You understand me better than anyone
else.

Neither are good enough reasons to
carry on damaging each other.

I know... I know you're angry. You've
every right.

But I am begging you, please.

We can work this out.
When we first met, you promised me

that my opinion of relationships had
been coloured by my unfortunate
experiences.

And I chose to believe you.

I now see that I was mistaken to do
so.

Well, maybe... er, maybe
there's a reason for that.

What are you implying? Perhaps you
just can't be loved.

Perhaps you are incapable of having a
relationship.

Perhaps I am just one in a long line
of men who died trying!

OK. Big blind a fiver.

Small blind 2.50.

No smoking at the table, no jokes
about honeymoon night.

I don't want him embarrassed.

Are you old enough to get married? Or
do Mum and Dad have to sign
something?

I'll bet.

Them might not be the only cards
you're looking at this month, hey,
boss?

I'll call.

What's that supposed to mean?

The pilot scheme is coming to an
end.

Alistair may no longer be our boss.

How long has that been?

10 minutes.

Not long enough.

You've not packed it for long
enough.

Yeah, OK. No clot formed.

Let's pack the brain. Get another
transfusion into him.

And you can cut out the sideways
glances. I'm on top of this.

I'll call and raise a fiver.

Why are you jacking it in? I'm not.
This is just Monroe's way of saying

that the decision will be taken
after consultation with senior
staff.

His fate is in my hands.

That's you screwed, then, boss.
Yeah, well, it's either me or a
jobsworth

with a degree in management from the
University of Up Your Own Arse.

Enjoying your stag night, Nick? Can
you live with the sharp banter?

First stag do I've been to with the
groom's parents there.

It's not a stag do. I'll fold.

I hope he's a bit more animated when
the strippergram arrives!

Hello? Gillespie. Yep.

I can't keep wasting all that blood
on transfusions,

when it's just pouring out of him for
fun. I'm trying to find the bleeder.

I think we should call Monroe.
No.

The patient's either going to arrest
or be killed by an air embolus.

Mary. Call Monroe.

He's bleeding out.

You can't pull rank. I'm the
registrar.

I'm not pulling rank. Your
anaesthetist is.

Pack the brain.
Tell Springer not to go near it.

Sorry, folks, huge RTA, got to go.

Tell A&E I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Just so I know, did anyone have
better than four of a kind?

I want to come in too.
Yeah. And me.

Don't want to miss the excitement.
Straight flush since you're asking.

Want us to strip you naked and tie
you to a lamppost before we go?

No. I'm fine. I'm missing out but
I'll live with it. See you.

That's one of your wedding presents.
You can open it.

It's a computer game based on
marriage counselling with guns and
ho's.

It's educational.
Thanks. Sounds perfect.

And the other thing we were talking
about...

Are you good or less than good?
I'll talk to Mum.

Anna, talk him but don't decide
anything. Sorry again.

It's...
An emergency.

This is like my childhood played out
in one moment. Hah!

Suppose we'd better cancel the pizza.
Let's not be hasty.

Where's my husband? Where's my
husband?

They brought my son in an ambulance
and no-one can tell me where my
husband is.

Jill? I'll find out.
Tell me where they are.

Monroe. I've got a teenager with
chest, abdo and head injuries.

One in theatre. The driver is
confused, so we've ordered him a CT
scan.

I've got a lorry driver with
suspected ruptured spleen, so ordered
him a CT scan. Two vehicles...

Love your eye for detail but I've
got to go. I'll send Wilson to the
briefing.

Someone please take Mr Hazelhurst
back to the Cottingley Ward.

Excuse me, sir...

OK. The cavalry is here. Wilson,
scrub out, get to the Ilkley Room.

We need to know our priorities.

Springer, clear the wound of swabs.

He starts to bleeds out. So I'm not
here under false pretences

when I should be at home with a
royal flush. Do it!

In the second vehicle, the Dawlish
family...

The mother has got away with a
fractured clavicle.

The father, Steven, has chest and
lung injuries.

The son, Luke Dawlish, 16 years old,
has got the worst of it.

Three injuries all needing surgery. A
CT scan confirms severe abdominal
bleeding

and he's got a head injury. Skull
fracture and subdural hematoma.

Cardiac takes priority.

The CT also shows the aorta bulging
and blood washing around the left
chest.

All right. That means we go first,
Miss Witney.

Anything else?

We've got a lorry driver with
suspected ruptured spleen.

Pretty straightforward.
Not really.

He weighs 24 stone.

The bleeding's stopped.

Yes.

My mere presence has caused the
blood to clot.

Unless there's some other
explanation.

I didn't leave enough time. Too
impatient. You were showing off.

Possibly for young Jacob here. -
Well, not exactly showing off.

From one flash bastard to another,
take the blame and move on.

Fix the dura with poppen suture.

I want the bone fixed with titanium
plates, Springer. Really?

Yes, unless you want to knit him a
chainmail balaclava.

No, I mean, you still trust me to do
that?

You asked for help when you needed
it. That's the moral of the story.

Besides, there's five carloads of
bodies in A&E.

You've plenty of chance to redeem
yourself before the end of the
night.

The kid with multiples. I hear the
heart is first up. I take it you're
doing the lot.

She knows. Jenny knows... about me and
Witney.

She's known for about a week.
I know. I'm sorry.

What do you mean you know?

I know because I told her.

Why the fuck would you do that to me?
Look, Larry, lying wasn't doing any
good.

She'd worked it out for herself. And
maybe it's good if the truth is out.

Why do you never answer your phone?

Another ambulance arriving in 10
minutes. Give me a second!

When did you become the poster boy
for honesty, huh?

You've screwed my relationship.

You've screwed my family.

You've screwed everything!

Apart from Witney. Who you screwed
in case it slipped your mind!

Mr Monroe!
I'm coming. All right. I'm coming!

Take that, thank you.

Hold that back for me.

Your son, Luke, is in theatre having
heart surgery

and he'll need two more emergency
operations after that.

Your husband's stable, but I'm
afraid he's going to need an
operation too.

If we'd had a better radio, this
wouldn't have happened.

I'm sorry?

Luke sits in the front because he
can't hear the radio in the back.

If we'd had better speakers, it
would've been me.

Don't sit here worrying about 'If
only's'.

Why not?

It's either that or scream the place
down.

I'll do that if you'd rather.

You do whatever makes you feel
better.

I'll come and find you when he's out
of surgery. OK?

OK.

How's the blood pressure?

OK.
Thank you.

I'll open the pericardium, check for
further damage there, then repair
the aorta.

It may well need a graft by the
looks of the scans.

Yes.

Right. Yes. Yes, I'll send her.
Thank you.

That was Mullery from A&E.

He wants you to go down for a
suspected tamponade. Right now,
please. Go.

Thank you, Miss Witney.

Right, let's crack on.

This young man's got another two ops
to endure before the night's out.

What are we looking at now?

Springer was treating the passenger.
This is the driver.

I thought the driver wasn't hurt.

He wasn't.
Not by the crash at least.

Not a mark on him but he was a bit
incoherent, so I ordered a CT scan.

Something's given him a brain
haemorrhage if it wasn't the crash.

Amphetamine abuse.

He's been regularly taking speed
since the late '80s.

Ah, Madchester. So much to answer
for.

I admitted him. I'll talk to him
about his lifestyle.

No. You need to get back to A&E.

I know just the person to give him a
lifestyle chat.

I thought them headaches were getting
worse. You know what I mean?

Taking speed will do that. Well,
they call me Buzz for a reason.

Well, you got yourself a brain
haemorrhage for your trouble,

so maybe they'll call you 'Brain
Damage' instead.

You're hardly Florence Nightingale,
you, are you?

Sorry.

I tend more towards the Kathy Bates
in Misery school of nursing

for those who drive under the
influence.

Never crashed till tonight, though,
did I? So, maybe it wasn't the whizz.

There's a young lad hanging on to
his life by the skin of his teeth
because of you.

Head injuries, heart injuries, kids
with broken limbs, a bloke who won't
see his spleen again.

Even your mate needs a metal plate
in his head.

So I reckon a brain haemorrhage is
the least you deserve, 'Buzz'.

Luke will need more surgery.

Mr Gillespie is now working on his
bowel and stopping the bleeding as he
finds it.

And then Mr Monroe, the neurosurgeon,
will work on Luke's head injuries.

My poor lad.

What's he going through?
Well, he's in the best hands.

And he's a young man. He stands a
very good chance.

But your husband is my priority now.

If I could take Luke's place I would,
you know.

Bet you've heard that a few times.

But it's true.

I would take his place right now.

I know.

Steven Dawlish. Luke's Dad.

Fractures, blood in chest and
haemo-pneumothorax.

They inserted chest drains in A&E but
he's still bleeding.

So we're looking at a lateral
thoracotomy?

Yes. Yeah. He's being anaesthetised
now.

I know why you wrote your letter of
resignation by the way.

And before we indulge in a little
conversational dance, let me just
repeat myself,

I know why you resigned.

I know all about you and Lawrence.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.
Good.

Let's make that the last word on the
subject, shall we?

I don't want to hear any more about
the resignation.

After what's happened we can't work
together.

Yes, we can work together.

The work is the only thing that we
do together that actually matters.

Everything else is...

hysteria.
But...

You are on your way to becoming

an exceptional surgeon under my
guidance.

Why should your stupidity and moral
vacuity

deprive the world of a talented
surgeon?

It would be a waste.

And I can't abide waste.

All yours, Mullery. Monroe, you're
up. He's now survived a heart and
abdomen op.

Make it a hat trick. Sorry it took
so long. Don't worry.

I've been busy picking skull
fragments out of a motorcyclist's
dura.

He didn't need me to but it helped
pass the time.

Wilson?

Luke Dawlish. Left-sided, frontal
parietal acute subdural hematoma.

Craniotomy for evacuation of the
hematoma and reconstruction of
cranium.

Humpty Dumpty never had it so good.

Chances of brain damage?

We won't know till we're in there.
Correct. We won't.

Tough night, hey?

What have you done?
Tamponade.

Between hematomas. It's the best,
though, isn't it?

Adrenalin time.
Yeah.

Are you OK?

Not really. No.

Anything you want to tell me?
No.

Right. So there is something but
nothing you want to tell me.

You're quick on the uptake tonight,
aren't you?

It's like a war zone. It affects
women differently.

She didn't just bin you, did she?
No, certainly not.

Is that the lorry driver?

I would think so.

24 stone of British beef. Big Geoff.

So you got a name?
From his tattoo.

But his girlfriend's on her way. Big
Julie.

OK.

Well, it's pretty fuzzy but my guess
is that fluid in the abdomen is
blood.

We're going to need to cut through a
fair bit of fat.

We're going to need some big
retractors

and some very strong assistants to
hold up the abdominal wall.

Everybody's working at full tilt.

Then you're going to have to hold up about
two stone of abdominal wall single-handed.

Phwoar.

Jacob.

Thought about general surgery much?
Not really.

You look like you work out.

Do you work out? Yeah, yeah. I can
bench press 100 kilos.

Top man. Come this way.

One of the great skull rebuilds,
Miss Wilson.

I did a lot of jigsaws as a child.

I can see you now.

Church choir. Study. No telly.

For a special treat,

a Take That jigsaw on a little tray
on your lap on a Saturday night. Am
I close?

I had my wild moments.

What? Forcing the bit with Gary's
head onto Robbie's body when no-one
was looking?

You may mock but my caution saved
that man's life earlier this evening.

You should have gone for the
registrar post.

Don't you think I know that now?

I'm sorry, mate, she came to me
and...

No. No, I'm sorry.

I should never have put you in that
position.

Have we done emotion now?

God, I hope so.

You're not Julie by any chance? Big
Geoff's girlfriend.

Big Julie. Yeah. I am.

How did you know that?
Come with me.

I'll check but I think Geoff's just
gone into theatre.

I thought he might die.

When we were waiting in that car.

I prayed to God.

I said, 'If you're going to take one
of them, take Steve.

Take my husband, not my son.'

Why wouldn't you pray for that? I'd
do the same.

But you don't know Steve.
No, no. I mean...

I'd pray for my son.

Oh, right.

Of course.

I'm all over the place. I just...

I just... I...

Just go home and get some rest. You
won't miss anything for the next few
hours.

I see no reason to think he won't
make a full recovery.

I got both my lads back.

Hey? That's the main thing, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Tough job... putting him to sleep.

It's about to get tougher.

I sense a ruthlessness emerging in
you, Mullery,

that is both exhilarating and
terrifying.

I'm losing my soul. It's a job
requirement.

'All changed, changed utterly.

A terrible beauty is born.'

Not familiar with the poetry of
Yeats?

No. But I did used to drink in his
wine lodge.

Where'd you borrow the giant
retractors from? Gynaecology.

Don't even ask.

I didn't know you had company.

He comes on my rounds with me to
raise morale.

He's like Patch Adams.

Who?

I'm sorry you got dragged into our
problems.

It wasn't you that dragged me into
it.

I sat up here once with Lawrence and
I explained to him why I was a bad
bet.

He didn't listen.

The odds were stacked against you.

It usually only takes one medic to
wreck a relationship.

You had two.

After I'd told him I knew, he said
something to me and...

I'm gonna stop you right there

and tell you whatever he said in the
heat of the moment

and whatever you said in the heat of
the moment,

none of that is worth taking
seriously.

He said I was unlovable.

Maybe I am. Maybe I have a lack in
me.

I'm going to tell you something.

I'm sorry. Do you mind that?

The best thing that's happened to me
all day.

Sorry, you were going to say
something.

I've lost my thread. Completely lost
my thread.

Given the day that you've had,

I don't suppose you're in the mood
to come to a wedding in the morning?

Tempting as it sounds, I think I'll
decline.

I'd give you a hug but -
No, me neither.

Boys!

If you keep letting it drop, I can't
get to the operating field.

How long is it going to take?

I haven't even checked the spleen
yet.

We need to take a rest and stretch.

OK. Just for a moment, yeah?

I hear you were hiring muscle.

Wow!

How many are under there?

His pulse is up.

He must have lost weight by now. He
can't have eaten for four hours.

His chest sounds bloody awful. I'll
try and get more oxygen in.

What's the problem, Larry?

He aspirated when I intubated him.
Could be pneumonitis.

I'm struggling to get any air into
him. Come on!

He's arrested.

Alistair, chest compressions. I need
the pads on. Now. Come on!

Shocking. Stand back.

Stand back.

Nothing.

Try again.
Stand back.

Anything?
No pulse.

Pupils aren't reacting.

No output.

Nothing.

He was a joke, you know.

Big Geoff.

And we were all laughing at him

and everyone was saying what a pain
he was

because he's so overweight...

and then he's dead.

And it's brutal.

That's what surgery's like. Every
day.

Everything's good, then the next
minute everything's bad.

And the joking, and the moaning?

That's what we do to convince
ourselves that we don't care.

Why would you do that?

Because you start caring too much,
you can't do your job any more.

You make it sound terrifying.
It should be terrifying.

Always.

It's assault with a deadly weapon.

Now, go home, get some sleep and
I'll see you next year for your
surgical rotation.

I don't know if I'm going to be
coming back.

I do.

Has Bremner ever said anything she
doesn't mean?

Well, no, but -
Then she wants you to stay on.

It'd always be there, wouldn't it?

Plenty of good reasons to stay.

So that's what's going on?

All the moods.

The cancelled dates.

You and her.

Shall we take this outside?
OK, calm down

and put your duelling pistols away.

Me and Mullery?

Is that what you actually believe?
It's not that funny. Sorry.

Can somebody please tell me what's
going on?

You should tell him.

So, have you thought any more

about whether you favour me staying
on as Head of Clinical Services?

If I give you my support, will you
support me in making Wilson a
registrar?

That sounds perilously close to
blackmail.

Oh, it's blackmail. I just want to
know if you're going to make the
drop.

Alistair.

Have you got a minute?
Yeah.

A favour in exchange for your
support for me.

Oh, you've got my support. But it's
not a favour I'm looking for.

I need a reference.

You and Shepherd?

Is this true?

No.

I made it up because I thought it'd
be a great way of letting you down
gently.

But it was before me.

So why is it relevant to us now?

You don't hate me for it?
Why would I hate you for it?

Because you might think that I only
went out with you in the first place

because I was on the rebound.

I've never understood why that's such
a bad thing.

It gave me the chance I needed.

If anything, I should thank Shepherd

for rendering you emotionally
vulnerable enough to respond to my
advances.

Right. Sweet.

Come on.

Jenny.

I love you

and I'm sorry for everything but I
promise you...

I love you.

That makes your betrayal of me all
the more hurtful.

I'd really rather you felt nothing
at all for me.

And that's it?

That's all you've got to say?

Do you really think I'm going to
give you the satisfaction of showing
you my feelings?

Oh, what a mess.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

Me, too.

Do you know, I thought I was better
than this.

Yes.

Me, too.

I'll call you.

You all right, love?
Yes, erm...

It's just been a very long night.

Jenny?

Jenny?

She didn't say anything at all?

Not a word.

Good night?

Yep.

In two entirely unrelated incidents
I killed a fat man...

and Jenny left me.

Harsh.

I can't live without seeing Louis.

Oh, Larry.
God...

I wish you'd come and seen me
before. I do come and see you.

Before. Before any of this happened.

I could have told you it wasn't worth
it.

Would you?
And more to the point,

I would also have told you that since
I was single

and Witney's judgment is clearly very
poor,

she might have extended that poor
judgment and slept with me instead.

I cannot believe you just said that.

There are certain things you just
have to say.

Da-dah!

Ooh...

Oh, magnificent.

Beyond magnificent.

A glow-in-the-dark limbic system.

The seat of the emotions.

Perfect.
I hope they appreciate it.

Are you kidding me?

What newlywed couple wouldn't
appreciate the gift of a scan that
says 'I love you.'

I'll see you.

You will indeed.

It'll be OK, Larry.

Really it will.

Larry?

Yeah?

You won't leave without settling up
on your tab, will you?

Where is he?
He's asleep.

We were talking all night.

It's not going to happen.
Oh...

OK. OK.

Red or blue?

Hi, Dad.

You're going to have to get a move
on!

10 minutes, I'll look like George
Clooney.

Very funny.
Well, I thought so.

So what did you say?

Well, he was worried that it didn't
feel perfect.

And I said it never feels perfect.

And that was it? That was your magic
spell?

And I said for all that we got
wrong,

if I had my chance again I'd marry
you tomorrow.

Is that true?
Not really.

But I didn't want to lose my deposit
on the function room.

Would you like it to be true?

I don't ever regret marrying you,
Gabriel.

Even now, the good outweighs the
shit.

What a touching sentiment,
beautifully expressed.

You can have it for your speech if
you like.

What do you think?

Well, I preferred those Winnie The
Pooh dungarees you used to wear
but...

you'll do.