"MONROE:" "When I first met Terry, he was a happily married car mechanic who was dropping his spanners more than normal." "Over the next few years, the meds stopped working and the Parkinson's got worse and then he wasn't a car mechanic any more." "A year after that, he wasn't happily married either." "There are very few miracles left in this seen-it-all world." "But today, with luck, you're going to witness one of them." "(MONITOR BEEPS)" "How you doing, Terry?" "Top." "Yeah." "You?" "I'm good." "We're a good team...you, me... ..the satnav." "Keep telling me if you're feeling any tingling or numbness, OK?" "All right, Doc." "Right, just going to switch on the current and see what we've got." "(GROANS)" "Vital signs are good." "Terry?" "Terry?" "Are you OK?" "Terry?" "Of course I am!" "I'm top." "What do you bloody think?" "It's stopped, the shaking's stopped." "You know what?" "I just love the miracle days." "Jenny Bremner." "Good to have you back!" "Yes." "Good to be back, Alistair." "Or should I say "Mr Gillespie", now you're elevated to...what's it called again?" "Head of Clinical Services." "Acting Head." "Yes, that's it." "No, Head." "As long as we don't get in each other's way, it'll be a fascinating interlude." "More ambitious than an interlude, Jenny." "How does the old saying go?" ""A change is gonna come."" "Hi!" "It's great to see you!" "Yes." "You too." "So?" "Photos?" "I'm not curious about your life outside the hospital, Miss Witney, and I don't expect or seek curiosity from you regarding mine." "Ah, Jenny Bremner!" "You made it to the other side and I can barely smell the baby sick." "Thank you." "How are you handling Gillespie?" "I appear to agree with him while ignoring all he says." "We play him like a virgin." "First-class pincer movement on his management balls." "How very male." "What've you done with my anaesthetist?" "He's still sleeping." "He can do that at work." "Have you started the Pilates yet?" "Can't be too soon in my experience." "What?" "Is a colleague's pelvic floor considered off limits these days?" "Political correctness gone mad." "Can we change the subject?" "Why not?" "WILSON:" "Paul Herd. 31 years of age." "No previous health problems." "But he had a stroke two months ago and was admitted to A  E in Stockport Royal." "SPRINGER:" "His scan at the time showed a bleed and hints of abnormalities." "His second scan showed an underlying arteriovenous malformation." "Too big to operate." "So what's he doing in here?" "Second opinion?" "Third, actually." "Two other hospitals already turned him down for surgery." "So, erm..." "did the other hospitals explain what an AVM is?" "Yes." "Tangles of blood in his brain." "Some people can walk around with an AVM forever." "But not once they bleed." "When they bleed, it's a bad sign." "And he's had a bleed and he's had headaches." "Right." "Good." "You've done your homework, good." "Did they explain how they classify them?" "Yes." "They said my score isn't good." "They said that the tangle's too big to operate on." "From what I can see..." "it looks borderline, actually." "Well, that's what we think too." "Does this mean you can do something about it?" "It means I might be able to, yes." "Have they sent through the angiogram?" "They didn't do one, did they?" "No." "Just a CT scan and an MRI." "OK, so the surgeons you've seen already clearly think that an operation is too risky." "And are you saying the same?" "Well..." "I'm saying I don't know." "Look, it's in here." "Like a ticking bomb." "I don't know, you can see how we're fixed." "I can't live like this." "Neither of us can." "This isn't my story, you know what I mean?" "My story is of a guy who gets to see his kids grow up." "You're not saying no, are you?" "I'm not saying no." "That's good enough for me, pal." "I'm bet you any money that the two surgeons who said no to him were both under 35." "Because?" "Because you're a risk averse generation." "It started with decaffeinated coffee and it's been downhill since." "Terry!" "Back again?" "I was just passing so I thought I'd come in and see everyone, say thank you in person again." "Well, you know, all I did was wriggle an old coat hanger around in your head but, I appreciate it." "OK." "Top lad, that." "Top lad!" "How many times has he visited since his op?" "I've lost count." "This is Mr Stevens, 65 years old." "He's doing well but still draining a bit, mostly haemoserous fluid." "But quite bloody now so we're keeping the drains in to be on the safe side." "Good work." "She's an angel, this one." "You do know that, don't you?" "Well, I'm er...glad you're feeling better." ""Angel", smiling patients?" "We'll have to try and put a stop to that." "Good to have you back." "I was drowning in a sea of joy." "How would you handle Gillespie?" "Go in early, and go in hard." "Thought so." "Fantastic." "So I'll see you later, Mr Stevens." "(BABY CRIES)" "I thought you'd already set off!" "Oh, hello." "You must be Daddy." "Er...and you are?" "Mary." "Er...are you taking Louis to nursery?" "No." "I'm pretty much a one-woman nursery." "Well, clearly a change of plan." "I will see you later, big fella!" "Was that your daddy?" "Was that your daddy?" "Did he not know?" "I've got a strange woman standing in my kitchen calling me "Daddy"." "And not in a good way?" "We'd arranged a nursery place." "Were you raised by strangers, Springer?" "Mainly Kiwi au pairs." "Ah, Kiwi au pairs, the famous Irish greengrocer." "I think you are obsessing about domestic details in lieu of sex." "We've all been there." "Many's the time I've sought solace in descaling the kettle." "Good morning, everybody." "First things first." "Some of you know her already, our new Nurse Specialist, Lizzie Clapham." "Hi." "Lizzie is the named person who is responsible for the emotional and practical needs of neuro and cardiac surgical patients." "Neuro and cardiac?" "Double the job at half the price." "Which reflects the fact that Lizzie is multi-talented." "If a nurse is responsible for patients' emotional needs, where's it leave doctors who like to talk to them?" "We're answering the questions they daren't ask you because you terrify them." "What if I don't terrify my patients?" "Does that leave you out of a job?" "I think my job's safe, love." "I'm willing to bet you do terrify your patients." "(CHUCKLES)" "Oh, dear." "Why would two other hospitals turn him down?" "Cowardice." "Look at the scans." "I think it's closer to a grade 4 than a grade 5." "It could even be a borderline 3." "Oh, well, that's a clincher." "If Wilson dares to speak out loud, we generally listen." "What are the risks?" "Bleeding, damage to surrounding neural tissue, stroke, haemorrhage... but we have to remember he's already had a bleed and the next one will probably kill him." "Two other surgeons have already decided it's too risky." "Two surgeons didn't order an angiogram." "Well, why don't we do that?" "Yes." "Thank you." "It'll help you to explain to your patient why we won't be able to operate either." "What's next up?" "WILSON:" "Intervertebral disc prolapse." "L4 / 5..." "Sorry, sorry." "Was this the Inter-Departmental?" "Yeah, he moved it earlier." "He sent an email." "No, I couldn't log on." "Lizzie Clapham, by the way." "Your new Nurse Specialist." "So...a nanny?" "Oh." "That was a bit of a surprise." "I just wanted Louis to have all the attention that he'd get if I was there." "I'm not sure anybody can do that, can they?" "Do you remember how anonymous that nursery was?" "All the babies wriggling around on that mat like..." "Like small babies?" "What did you think of Mary?" "She seems nice." "Did we talk about her?" "No." "But we're doing that now, aren't we?" "Hang on." "Jenny." "How's it going so far?" "Easing yourself back in OK?" "I have no intention of easing myself back in." "And an accurate timetable might help." "That is what I appreciate about you, Jenny and I always have." "Great." "I've taken you off the operating rota till you get back in the swing." "All this." "Your new job." "It's a pilot scheme, right?" "It's pretend." "I'm not sure why you're telling me this." "I get that you have to play the room." "Now it's just the two of us, can we please have a proper conversation about the AVM case?" "I don't think we're in the job of giving people false hope." "What if the angiogram proves me right?" "It won't make it any less risky." "It won't contradict the scans he has already had." "I'm sorry to disappoint you but you just need to find the best way to tell them no." "Come on." "Is there a shortcut for logging in to the clinic timetable?" "Oh!" "Anything interesting?" "Aortic valve replacement on Mrs Hellings." "Just checking the transthoracic echo." "Yeah..." "All looks pretty straightforward." "Yeah, I'm sure it is." "I'll write down the step by step for you." "Gillespie streamlined the system." "Right, yes, good." "Thank you." "So..." "We're going to do an angiogram in the morning." "So the higher-ups haven't ruled it out, then?" "That's great." "Yes." "Yes, it is." "Shall we wait?" "No, no." "The best thing you can do is go home, get a takeaway and a nice bottle of red." "Sounds like a plan." "We won't lose our place in the queue or anything?" "No, you won't." "OK, see you first thing in the morning." "Come on, gorgeous." "All I'm saying is, it's better to have a surgeon like Gillespie in charge than some non-medic." "He doesn't have a problem with you." "Face it." "You don't like him because you don't dazzle him." "Springer." "Here, come here." "Not planning on getting any sleep tonight?" "Er...well, actually..." "No!" "I want some recent papers on AVMs." "We need to bombard Gillespie with data and you are the man for the job." "Handpicked." "Oh." "Mullery." "Oi!" "What do you think makes him tick, your new boss?" "You don't have to answer that." "You've known Mr Gillespie longer than I have." "He wasn't in charge then." "Does he seem power-crazed to you?" "I'm a registrar." "People shout at me all day long." "Hard to single out one megalomaniac amongst so many." "Mmm..." "What's it to be, a pint or domestic bliss?" "Neither." "I'm going home." "If you think this is the bad bit, wait till he grows up and discovers sarcasm." "You're a good boy, yes, you are." "Ssh, ssh." "We did all right here, didn't we?" "Yes." "Yes, we did." "Isn't that Mary's job?" "No salt." "They never remember the "no salt" thing." "You don't know that." "Take a look in Louis's diary." "I wrote three pages this morning." "She managed half a page on what he did for the rest of the day." "That tells me enough." "It was never going to be easy, you know." "First day back and everything." "Well, I er..." "I have to do this." "This actually makes it easier." "The whole thing." "You understand that, don't you?" "Of course I do." "Of course." "(BLENDER WHIRS)" "Is there anything she doesn't eat?" "Well, I don't know, do I?" "OK, OK." "Stupid question." "Nick." "Don't be late." "So, how was it last night?" "Silk kimono or sweat pants and the purr of the breast pump?" "Your prurient interest in our sex life is beginning to worry me." "Me too." "I need to be reintegrated into normal society." "Help me." "Sounds ominous." "I'm cooking tonight for Anna and her new fella and I need some moral support." "That's very modern of you." "My son wants to see us together." "I want to prove I haven't a problem with my ex-wife's new man." "You do have a problem with him." "Yes... but I don't want Anna to know that." "Then he'll know it and he'll have won." "Oh!" "I'll see you in there." "Terry?" "All right?" "What are you doing?" "A quick service for Bradley." "He could hear a knocking." "Look, Terry." "You don't need to do this, you know." "It's our job to make you better." "You don't have to have to come in and help." "Leave your keys." "I'll check your filters." "Er...well, if you don't mind." "No problem." "Morning." "Ah." "Morning" "I could talk to him, if you like." "Miss out on a free oil change?" "You're kidding." "How long has he been coming in for now?" "Four months." "Look, if you want to try and work your voodoo on Terry, be my guest." "Cappuccino with an espresso chaser." "A full cardio workout." "Nice." "Yeah, Monroe's had me up all night doing his legwork." "He thinks it means Monroe is gonna make him registrar quicker than me." "Oh, yes." "I forgot you were two were still mere trainees." "I'm not sure us registrars should even be sitting with you." "I doubt either of you would be up there if you specialised in something more challenging." "Oooh!" "Oi, Springer." "What've you got for me?" "Bye, Doctor." "SPRINGER:" "Paul has a one in four chance of a re-bleed in the next ten months." "And as we know, a re-bleed is likely to be fatal." "High risk of epilepsy and vascular steal." "OK, Wilson, what can you see?" "Frontal AVM." "Feeding vessels from middle and anterior cerebral arteries." "Springer, now you know the position, what's your call?" "Occlude and isolate the main feeding arteries." "Dissect the AVM." "You make it sound so easy." "Wilson, risks?" "The release of pressure causes a haemorrhage in the brain." "Cause a haemorrhage trying to stop a haemorrhage." "(BLEEPER)" "Must have a word with God about his sense of humour." "RTA coming in." "So what will Gillespie say about the angiogram?" "He'll say it's too risky and he might be right." "Monroe." "The patient's got a ruptured spleen so we're going first." "Mr Gillespie says it will take about an hour to control the bleed." "How do you know the patient has an hour?" "It isn't a choice." "Unless we control the bleeding, her brain isn't going to be an issue." "Sorry, love, you can't wait here." "I've got this." "Just telling..." "I've got this." "Thank you." "I'm Mr Monroe." "I'm the neurosurgeon." "How is she?" "She's in the right place and has made it this far." "She's got to live." "You do get that, don't you?" "We'll do our best." "I looked up, and there she was, coming towards me." "I never even saw her." "Sorry are you not erm..." "You were driving a different car?" "I hit her." "The girl." "The girl in the car." "You're not a relative?" "A relative?" "You need to wait outside." "Come on, love, come on." "I'll show you where..." "Springer, where are you?" "I need to shout at someone!" "Mr Monroe, what's happening?" "Please, are we on or not?" "Paul, listen." "I've got to go into theatre, I will come and talk to you when I come outside." "It's not bad news, is it?" "Promise." "What did he say?" "He's dead busy, you know." "Couldn't really bother him." "Come on." "She's going to be all right, isn't she?" "She is going to be all right?" "Michelle, come on, love." "I'll show you where you can wait." "Phone the blood bank again and ask them how long for the blood, FFP and platelets." "Are we getting near?" "OK." "Splenic artery is tied off." "Her pressure's still dropping." "It's still wet in there, there must be another bleed somewhere." "No." "Pack it with swabs so we can clear the field." "Pupils are dilated." "We'll have to get to the clot now." "Alistair." "That's it, we have to start now else we'll lose her." "Some adrenaline, please, now?" "And more fluids." "I got to move all this gear." "So we'll get you started on the Warfarin today, Mr Stevens, all right?" "No offence, love." "But I'd rather hear it from my proper surgeon." "Where's Smiler?" "I think Miss Witney is shedding sunbeams in clinic today." "I'll wait till she's finished there, if that's all right with you?" "That's fine!" "My first weeks back after I had our John." "Murder." "I appreciate your effort but I am not going to do the mother and baby talk." "It's just a promise I made myself, all right?" "You don't have to join in." "But at home you've a little miracle who smiles every time he hears your voice and some other woman is looking after him." "So you can do this?" "Which isn't even what you're good at." "Won't let you near the operating theatre and pretend they're doing you a favour." "You can't even escape your sulky fella cos he works here." "When you're in bed, with a cabbage leaf on each nipple, that's when he makes his move." "And I want you to know that I know what you're going through even if you don't." "So I'm giving you this key." "What's it for?" "The cleaner's cupboard." "Go in there and scream any time you like." "Nobody will hear you." "Any screaming on this ward, you just assume Springer's taking someone's stitches out." "Bone wax ready?" "Where's the rest of the blood and FFP?" "Get some fluid and bring in the crash trolley." "Monroe, you're in my way." "OK." "We've got VT and no art trace." "Alistair." "Pulse?" "No." "OK, both stop what you're doing." "Monroe?" "Chest compressions." "Can we get the pads, please?" "Oxygen away." "Stand back." "Charging." "Mr Monroe, stand clear." "Shocking." "Charging." "Shocking." "Charging... stand clear, shocking." "Charging." "Stand clear." "Shocking." "OK, let's leave it there and see what we've got." "I've got a pulse." "So have I. Marvellous!" "OK." "Wilson, Springer, time for some real surgery." "Well done, Springer." "With that touch, I can't think why you're still single." "I'm single out of choice." "Oh, yeah." "I say that too." "Do you want to talk to her mother first?" "If I can get to her ahead of the Patient Pixie." "Now you've seen my brilliance close up, I expect you'll want to back me more readily." "So an excellent piece of surgery means I have to support every judgment call you make?" "Not every call." "Just...this one." "So..." "We've repaired her injury." "There's no more bleeding." "She's in Intensive Care but she's doing well." "I bought her the car." "For her 21st." "She didn't want it." "But I thought she was just saying that." "I bought her the car." "Whatever we do to make our children safe, you know what?" "It doesn't make them safe." "I know." "Lizzie explained that to me." "Thank you." "Can I go and see her now?" "Of course you can." "Nice trick." "Setting me up with the driver like that." "You could almost earn my grudging respect." "Hey, don't fight it." "It's inevitable." "I hate to be arrogant." "Really?" "But I do like talking to my patients." "I'm happy to listen to them, too." "I'm good at it." "So what about Paul, the AVM man?" "What about him?" "Mr Gillespie said you might be finding it difficult telling him you're not going to operate." "Did he now?" "The last AVM I tried to remove, when we got to it, the thing burst straight away." "There was so much blood it soaked through the scrubs." "But he survived." "He made a full recovery." "So you never know." "You never know." "All the scans in the world might tell us nothing at all." "Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want to go ahead with the operation." "You can't expect my backing if it goes wrong." "I never had your backing anyway." "I just want you to be sure you can live with the consequences." "Of crossing you?" "No, of failure." "If Paul dies and you've gone against every bit of advice... ..are you sure you can live with that?" "Paul, Julie." "I need to talk to you about the risks." "We've been through this 1,000 times." "I know about the risks." "I need to believe that." "If I'm gonna do this operation, I need to believe it." "OK." "Don't look so worried." "It'll be all right." "I think I'm supposed to be the one that's reassuring you." "You've got craftsman's hands." "What?" "My dad was a cabinetmaker." "You've got hands like his." "Craftsman." "Bad day?" "Terrible day." "How can you tell?" "Even the back of your head is scowling." "Can I borrow your significant other tonight?" "Depends why you need him." "I need a man with looks, ready wit, charm and repartee." "And where does Lawrence fit in?" "OK." "I need someone to snigger at my puerile jokes about my ex-wife's new boyfriend." "Ah, well, what time do you want him?" "(DOOR BELL)" "Hi, Dad." "This is my dad." "This is Donna." "This, surprisingly, is Lawrence, my dad's mate." "And anaesthetist." "I always have one on standby when I'm cooking." "SHEPHERD:" "Very nice to meet you." "Come in." "(BOTTLE UNCORKED)" "Young adulthood is supposed to mark the triumph of the frontal cortex." "In your case, I sometimes wonder." "The frontal cortex gags, just keep them coming." "Are they always like this?" "Always." "No wonder you left!" "(CLEARS THROAT)" "Well, since this is an awkward moment, I might as well get my news in under the wire." "Donna and me... we're gonna get married." "How do you mean?" "We're going to get married." "To each other." "Sorry, Larry, I didn't know you were gonna be here." "I know it might seem quite soon." "Oh, yeah." "Very soon." "Have you really thought about this?" "What do your parents say, Donna?" "Well, actually they..." "Dad?" "What do you think?" "Well, I certainly think it's one way to fill an awkward silence." "I know you might be feeling a bit jaundiced about love right now, with you being on your own and everybody else pairing off." "Pity isn't gonna swing the argument your way, son." "You know what?" "Congratulations to both of you." "Yeah." "Right, you're right." "Congratulations." "Shall I go out and get some champagne?" "You're all right." "I can do the champagne." "MONROE:" "Goodnight and congratulations again." "(DOOR CLOSES)" "That was terrible news." "So why did you pretend it wasn't?" "In fairness, Dave started it." "Do you think she's pregnant?" "That'll be it, happens to the brightest." "Look at Bremner and Shepherd." "We didn't get married, though." "How come?" "Dave?" "Isn't it just more likely that he's idealised marriage?" "His parents' failed, so he wants to make it work." "With all due respect, Dave, two things." "First, it has bugger all to do with you, second, you're a vet." "What's that got to do with anything?" "I won't be lectured on parenting skills by someone who sticks a thermometer up a cat's arse for a living." "Fair enough." "But, for the record, it's dogs' arses too." "You can't ask Dave to be part of the conversation and then insult him when he says something you disagree with." "Can't I?" "That's the cornerstone of my debating strategy." "I think we should talk when we've all calmed down and had a lot less to drink." "Bye, Larry." "Thanks for the meal." "Any time." "Well, I think that went quite well." "Do you think that went quite well?" "You were a model of restraint." "Mm." "Shall I open another bottle of wine?" "No, no, no." "You go home and stare at your son while he's still all potential and no bad decisions." "Go on home." "(BABY CRIES) Ssh, ssh." "Come here." "Ssh, ssh." "Hello." "(BABY CRIES)" "Oh, dear." "Oh, dear." "What's the matter?" "(CRYING STOPS)" "Ssh, ssh, ssh." "Lawrence?" "Yeah?" "You look absolutely shattered." "And you don't, which is sort of miraculous." "I can sleep at work for all the use I am." "Until Gillespie lets me back in theatre, I might as well be sleeping." "Well, maybe he's got a point." "No, he doesn't have a point." "That's an idiotic thing to say." "OK." "OK." "He's trying to do what he thinks a clinical manager should but he's out of his depth." "I agreed with you." "You can stop." "Sorry." "Sorry to take it out on you." "I'm just not very good at this." "What?" "I know I'm not much fun." "Just finding it hard." "Don't take it personally, all right?" "I won't." "OK, Mary, I'm going now." "Have a good day." "I'm Jess." "Not Mary?" "No." "Not Mary." "I see your chat with Terry has really helped moved him on." "(SNORES GENTLY)" "Work in progress." "So, have you done your playlist?" "Yeah." "There's ten hours' worth there." "We're gonna need it." "Mmm, interesting!" "(PAUL LAUGHS)" "(CLEARS THROAT)" "Sorry." "It's Jess now." "Do you want to tell me what you did with Mary?" "I just had my doubts about Mary." "If I'm to stay sane at work, I can't be having doubts about the person looking after our baby." "You think I'm happy having doubts about someone?" "No, no, no, no, no." "I just..." "I just sense that I'm probably better at the details than you are." "Do you know, I was trying to do light-hearted but... ..I'm actually a bit pissed off you didn't discuss it with me first." "(MOUTHS)" "So erm...anything else you'd like to ask me?" "Either of you." "Everybody else turned me down, told me the risks." "The thing is, I can feel it getting worse." "You told me the risks too." "But you said you'd help." "So, thank you." "I'll see you in theatre." "All right." "Are you all right?" "Yes, I'm fine." "If you don't move soon, I'll hang a drip off you." "Hey." "I love you." "Love you." "OK, Springer, make an incision along the scalp." "Every three centimetres, apply scalp clips to include the mastoid swabs." "And Springer?" "Yes?" "Take your time." "It's gonna be a long day." "(COUGHS)" "(COUGHS HEAVILY)" "You know what, Larry?" "This better be good." "I might just be getting the hang of this." "Patient's been coughing all morning, had a big coughing fit and blood's been pouring into his chest tubes." "Get the chest kit now." "Shall I call theatre?" "There's no time, he's bleeding out." "Chest kit, now!" "On the bad days, remember the days like this, cos they don't come any better." "Let's go." "I will need some bloods, I will need a profusion..." "Get out of the way, you clowns!" "Let's get him in as quick as you can." "We're losing him, let's go." "Talk about attention seeking!" "Only been here five minutes and she's stealing my thunder." "What happened?" "Your patient coughed himself a bleed." "One of the grafts must have been leaking." "Bremner cracked his chest, blocked the hole and took him up to theatre." "Saved a life and freed me up a bed." "Win-win, I call it." "Said he felt better as soon as he woke up." "Said he knew straightaway." "It sometimes happens like that." "Well, that's good." "I'm glad you stayed lucky." "There's nothing wrong with being lucky." "Every operation I do, I need luck." "Yeah, but you trusted your luck over the judgment of others." "But you got away with it." "As congratulations speeches go, Alistair, this is proving something of a letdown." "I'm cautious so that allows you to take more risks?" "I don't think I want to do that job." "I don't want to play the straight man so you can shine all the brighter." "Well..." "OK." "Thanks." "Was there anything else?" "Yes." "(SIGHS)" "I'm afraid you're gonna have to lose one of your team." "What?" "Springer or Wilson." "We can't afford them both when they become registrars." "You'll have to let one of them go." "Have you got any idea how hard it is to get this far, the work they've put in?" "Well, I'm a surgeon, so "Yes" would be the answer to that." "You're a general surgeon, or "sort of a surgeon" to give you your official title." "I know you won't believe this but I've fought your corner for this." "In the current climate, you're lucky not to be losing both." "I haven't had a registrar since Fortune left." "That doesn't mean you can have two now to make up for it." "One registrar, one trainee." "That is the agreed structure." "They are both talented, dedicated, good hands." "I'm not saying that they both won't go on to become excellent registrars." "What I'm saying is, they can't both do it at this hospital." "Well, I'm sorry." "That's tough." "I'm confused." "I thought Gillespie's title was largely ceremonial." "Me too, like the Queen, say, or the manager of Chelsea." "Have you made your decision yet?" "No, not really." "Springer's brilliant but annoying cos he knows it." "Wilson's brilliant but annoying cos she doesn't." "It doesn't just come down to who laughs at your jokes?" "No." "Well, that is how I chose Shepherd." "(CHUCKLES) Me too." "Oh, dear, I take it young Louis isn't sleeping through?" "We're thinking of trying controlled crying." "That helps but don't cry too loud or you'll both wake the baby." "Ha ha!" "Poor sods." "They'll be OK." "Why?" "What's going on?" "I'll tell you on the way home." "Come on." "I knew that we were gonna smash that operation today." "But you didn't think you'd say anything because "we" are so modest." "He's also shy about giving his opinions." "That's true actually." "That's the one thing people don't know about me." "I'm incredibly shy." "Because you hide it so well behind that arrogant prick disguise." "Terry - still here?" "I've just come to say I won't be able to help out any more." "Oh, really?" "I start work Monday." "Ah, that's great." "Only part-time, like, in a repair shop." "But she said she'd make a call and she did." "And by "she" you mean..." "That Lizzie woman." "She's a walking miracle." "Yeah, right." "I suppose she must be." "♪ Where the doors are moaning all day long" "♪ Where the stairs are leaning dusk till dawn" "♪ Where the windows are breathing in the light" "♪ Where the rooms are a collection of our lives" "You talk a good operation, Miss Witney." "I want to see if you live up to your opinion of yourself." "She reminds me of someone, can't think who." "I can only keep one registra." "I have to let one of you go." "Why the rush to get married?" "Why the delay?" "Time for you two to grow up." "I just think we're not making each other very happy, are we?" "Shit!" "Got a bleeder." "How bad is it?" "You don't have to do this tough stuff for my benefit." "(LAUGHS) Thanks for cheering me up." "itfc subtitles"