[" Trouble " by Ray LaMontagne]
[Adam] Hurry up.
♪ Trouble
♪ Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble ♪
[Adam] Come on.
♪ Trouble been doggin' my soul
♪ Since the day I was born
[Adam] Oh my God. Come on.
♪ Worry
♪ Worry, worry, worry, worry
Okay, that's enough. Let's open her up again.
[everyone sighs]
I'm not gonna let you do that.
And how exactly are you going to stop me, sister?
-Swabs go missing all the time? -Well, find it.
I'm not telling you how to do your job doctor,
but if we can't find this swab, she--
I'm sorry, I thought you weren't telling me how to do my job.
Okay, everybody can you just check in your shoes
just in case it's fallen in there.
Um, hi. How are you doing?
Um, as you've probably gathered,
we can't find one of the swabs that we used in the cesarean
so we're going to have to check that it isn't
that we haven't left it sort of inside you.
Sort of inside me?
Sort of totally inside you, yeah.
-And it won't dissolve? -It would, yes.
Um, slowly though. Over the next six or 7000 years.
Um. Yeah. Sorry.
Okay. Um, scissors.
[nurse sighs]
Blunt forceps.
Look what I found!
[baby gargling]
You thieving little fucker.
-[baby coos] -Apologies, Tracy.
And apologies, Dad.
♪ Trouble
♪ Oh, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble ♪
♪ Feels like every time I get back on my feet ♪
♪ She come around and knock me down again ♪
Is everything okay? What's going on?
Everything's fine, thanks, random man who works here.
No, I meant with the baby in five.
I'm the doctor who delivered him.
So is he, um, is he okay?
No. If you remember you misdiagnosed his mother,
so he was delivered about 15 weeks too early.
No, I meant with the um, was the lumbar puncture normal?
-Did you repeat the bloods? -You've done your bit, mate.
We doing ours now.
[emotional music]
-[sighs] -[elevator bell]
Still here?
I was just checking something...
You know, we all make mistakes.
doesn't mean that we're bad at our jobs.
We learn from them. They what makes us better.
All right, Gandhi, it was a fucking lost swab.
Not there. Instead, you're visiting him in there.
Anyway, get out of here.
You should of been home, what, six hours ago.
Swabit Dinero.
What? Um...
I would of gone with Swabit Downey Jr.
Yeah, Julian said that one, so...
[upbeat music]
Harry, what the fuck are you doing?
The door's broken.
-Won't open key-- key's broken. -What?
For God sake, come on.
You've got some... food on your face.
That's probably placenta.
Hurry up.
[indistinct]
How was work?
Fine thanks. In now, bed.
Um...
Ah-uh. That's my wallet.
Harry...
Kiss me.
Harry! Okay, okay.
[guitar music]
[" Music When the Lights Go Out "by The Libertines]
♪ Is it cruel or kind
♪ Not to speak my mind
♪ And to lie to you
♪ Rather than hurt you
♪ Well, I'll confess all of my sins ♪
♪ After several large gins
♪ But still I'll hide from you ♪
♪ Hide what's inside from you
♪ And alarm bells ring
♪ When you say your heart still sings ♪
♪ When you're with me
♪ Oh won't you please forgive me ♪
♪ I no longer hear the music
♪ Oh no no no no no
♪ And all the memories of the pubs ♪
♪ And the clubs and the drugs and the tubs ♪
-[ominous tone] -[music stops]
[door opens]
♪ Well I no longer hear the music... ♪
Shit. Sorry. Did I wake you?
-[Harry] What are you doing? -Knitting.
Should make you a cocoa before you head off to bridge?
[Adam chuckles]
Harry.
Harry, stop.
You're gonna make me late for work.
So I am.
[both gasp]
Is this shirt okay?
Assuming that's a jumper you [indistinct] over.
I shouldn't be back too late tonight.
Good. Greg and Emma will be here at seven.
Make sure you back by then.
Having said that these things are fluid aren't they?
You never know when you'll be called for an emergency.
It's not that bad.
Compared to who? Idi Amin?
[Harry] You know it's probably about time you stop telling him
how much you hate her.
They're getting married.
She's having his baby.
[ominous music]
[Harry] It'd be nice. We doing fajitas
[door slams]
It doesn't have to be fajitas.
You look like you haven't slept.
No. I need to cut sleeping out.
It's an unnecessary distraction from these exams.
-When are they? -A few weeks.
And I have done, uh,
a quarter of anatomy. So that's what a leg.
Um, I haven't even started on embryology or biochemistry,
and I'm on call with Adam in 10 minutes.
I don't want to sound like your mom.
What? I should be married by now?
Look, tell Adam, he can do it on his own for once.
And he's taking all day the way he's acting at the moment.
He's doing biopsies on every freckle on a patient's ass.
Just in case it's some rare case of Japanese men in a city.
And, ah...
Just one more night and I've got a few days off.
Yeah, ah, I don't know what I'm going to do,
I'd be nice for AJ.
To see her mom for a change.
Tracy.
Come on, put your GCSE biology down, we got work to do.
Why don't you be a brave boy and go down on your own?
Excuse me?
I'm sure Shruti would like a little bit
-more time with a textbook. -[Adam] Yeah.
And I'd like 85 million pounds and a 10-inch cock but you know,
can't win them all.
[Tracey] Come on. Swab Marley.
Okay, fine.
Come up to Gynae in two hours.
But I'm going to test you afterwards.
And I want you to know all of head, shoulders, knees and toes.
First and chorus.
No, honestly, I'm sure it's nothing.
[woman] She's always playing things down.
[Ruth] You think I'm dying every time I fart.
Her head could be hanging off and she'd refuse an aspirin.
-[Ruth] Maybe you should-- -Can I put a hand on your tummy?
-How cold are they? -[Adam] A bit.
It's good.
It means they've just been inside another patient then.
[Ruth laughs]
It means they haven't been inside a living patient.
All right. How bad's the pain on a scale of zero to 10,
where zero is no pain at all
and 10 is sawing your own leg off?
Or listening to Michael Bublé.
Let's say three.
Chopping chilies and rubbing your eyes.
[woman] See what I mean, that's clearly an eight.
Now lift your top up.
Oh, fucking Christ.
[gasps] I'm fine. [laughs]
[Adam] Right.
I do think there might be something going on.
Wait, you know what it is, I had a kebab last night.
It literally looked like Hagrid's cock.
And there's a condition called a ovarian torsion
where the ovary gets twisted around in itself.
I want to admit you to the ward,
get you unstitched as soon as we can and have a look inside.
AN operation?
Are you serious? It's nothing.
[Adam] I don't think it's nothing.
[woman] Listen to the doctor.
He wouldn't operate if he wasn't certain.
Are you certain then, about 100%?
-Well... -Oh look, he ain't.
-Come on let's go. -...nothing in medicine is 100%.
But if you go home, that would be against my firm advice
and you risk making this a lot worse and losing an ovary.
-Or worse. -Ruth.
If you need an overnight bag, maybe your friend can pop home
and get some stuff for you.
Not friends.
-Enemies? -Civil partners.
Oh, goodness. Um. I didn't mean--
You don't have a problem with that?
No, no, no, no.
Baby, don't pick a fight with the person
-who's trying to save your life. -So he claims.
Um.
Good. Um. Okay, I'll see you up on the ward.
Let's get her down to Gynae.
[Ruth] He's talking bullshit. He's taking the piss.
[machines beeping]
[Julian] Is that a mattress suture, Mr. Lockhart?
-Yes. -It's very elegant.
My rectum is clean enough already thank you, Julian.
Um, Mr. Lockhart. There's a patient on the ward.
I think we should operate on smartish.
If you don't mind ticking the old box.
Let's hear it then?
I never knew you were such a good ventriloquist,
-Mr Lockhart -Boys.
Um, patients 26 years old. I've just admitted her from A&E
with acute abdominal pain and nausea,
negative pregnancy test.
She's in significant pain when I examined her,
all pointing to ovarian torsion...
-Ultrasound. -...A&E did an ultrasound
which was normal, but obviously that doesn't exclude--
Do you normally operate on patients with period pains?
It's really not period pains.
Look. We're pleased you're being cautious.
I'd be cautious to if I nearly killed one of my patients
-at your stage. -We're at the same stage Julian.
Oh, sorry. Is that a typo where it says "Acting Registrar."
I think what Julian is trying to say in his own special way
is that we leave surgery as a last resort.
Operative risks.
I know what operative risks are.
Can we just CT--
I could just CT every patient in the hospital
if you're totally determined to bankrupt the place.
Common things are common, Adam.
If you hear hooves clip clopping
outside of your bedroom window, it could be a Zebra
but realistically, it's going to be a horse.
[Mr. Lockhart chuckles]
Home. Now--
What if it is ovarian torsion?
Send her home. There's a good boy.
[Ruth] Oi, doctor.
Don't rush or anything, fellow, I'm fine.
What time you cutting me open then?
Um. We've decided in fact to not operate but to send you...
[Ruth sighs]
...here.
To send you here and see how you get on overnight.
Luckily, my female sexual partner is just
fetching some stuff for me.
I didn't mean to be insensitive before.
[patient sighs]
-I'm gay too actually. -Really?
It sounds like you've never said that before.
Uh. Well, I will, um, pop back in the morning
and see how you're doing.
[Ruth sighs]
-Who's up first then? -Um.
The MOB in bed 17.
-MOB? -Miserable old bag.
Is that a good one?
You can't just make them up.
Can I see Mrs. Winnicka's bloods?
They were normal.
Yeah.
One sec.
[indistinct]
Perhaps had a chest pain.
[indistinct]
Why have you done this?
What?
Welded a laptop to a Zimmer frame.
No, they've replaced all the ward computers
with computers on wheels.
Of course they fucking have.
Turn it on then.
I need to plug it in.
Battery only lasts like a minute.
[computer beeping]
If this thing was any more useless, you'd be out of a job.
Look at that. Normal.
Hang on.
Yeah. Yeah, it's normal.
Okay, let's go and see her and bring your new toy.
[sighs]
[Adam] Christ.
[people chattering]
It can be a lonely place in hospital,
if you've got no friends or family visiting.
Morning Mrs. Winnicka.
Why you bought me this one. I prefer Dr. Julian.
Lovely and tall.
Or if you're a total bitch.
Well, it's you're stuck with me, I'm afraid. Horrible and short.
So anymore of that pain in the chest since last night?
-Why do you care. -Because it reflects very badly
on me if you die.
-Nobody cares if I die. -Oh, I don't know.
The lion in the wardrobe will probably miss you.
Anymore that pain in the chest then?
-No, no more of that. -That's good.
Let's get the cardiology doctors to review you
just to be on the safe side.
Shruti, can you arrange that, please?
Really?
We've had no positive test results. I don't think...
I mean, yeah, of course.
Th--That's fine. Yes.
[people chattering]
Ah.
How are you doing?
You're a doctor.
Not doing your bloody job for you.
Who's this handsome man?
Can we expect a visit?
A hell of a job digging him up.
Oh, God. Sorry.
What about the lovely strapping boys next to him?
If they're dead as well, it'd be easier if I just
-joined them. -This one?
Busy with work.
That one hasn't thought of an excuse yet.
Well, hopefully you'll be out of here before too long.
It's already too long. So loud in here.
The woman in that bed stinks.
Can't even get a whiskey at night.
I'm sorry.
Very good at being sorry, aren't you?
Okay, well, it's lovely talking to you. Mrs. W.
We'll see you tomorrow.
You okay?
My S.H.O is pretty insubordinate
but other than that...
They gonna stop accepting more referrals
if I keep approving the unnecessary ones.
Ah, but you see this is the necessary one
because I asked for it.
Hey. Do me favor.
Get me a bottle of whiskey
for Mrs. Winnicka.
Can she go home today?
Well, not alive.
Ah, that patient you've admitted from A&E,
-how long she likely to be here? -We're monitoring her overnight
with a view to operating in the morning.
And you've discussed this with your consultant?
Obviously, otherwise she wouldn't be here, would she?
[phone buzzing]
Hi, Mom. Listen, can I call you tomorrow?
No, I can't tonight. I'm having dinner with Greg and Emma.
Yeah, just the three of us.
I know you hoped I'd marry Helen, Mommy.
You've mentioned it every 40 minutes for the last five years.
Can we talk about something else?
Not that. Right look, I'm going. Bye.
[guitar music]
[phone buzzing]
[beeper]
Sorry.
Oh no, no, this isn't for me. It's from my boss.
No, he's gonna give it to one of the patients.
[grunts]
So that's the antibiotic
for the infection.
I got everyone so worried before.
And that one is,
no, I don't know what that one is, sorry.
No, that one's the-- yes, that one's the antibiotic.
[grunts]
I'm more of a cesarean section kind of guy, to be honest.
I really did try my best for you.
You believe me?
Right?
[soft band music]
♪ This is gonna bruise
♪ Bruise you and confuse you
♪ This is really getting smart
♪ This is gonna break your heart ♪
♪ But you got to keep going
♪ Ignore the cracks that are showing ♪
♪ Cause somethings you can't... ♪
Bollocks.
[horn honking]
[dog barking]
Shit.
Come on. Shit.
Fuck!
Ah, Greg.
You coming in or are you just practicing your beeping?
Hey Adam.
Um, I'll see you inside.
I'm just gonna lock up.
Oh, I have missed watching you lock up.
It's like watching Tower Bridge open up.
Oh and he's off, Dr. Kay representing Great Britain...
Oh the window; which came out in one.
He's lost valuable seconds on the walk around but
can he make it up on the inside doorknob?
Yeah, and now it's all play for on the window shuffle.
And now Kay's opted for a right-hand shuffle.
That's beautiful.
How was the work?
Same shit different vagina.
Emma was saying she hasn't seen you for ages.
Yeah.
It's been lovely.
Behave.
You do know no one's gonna steal that, right?
[nurse] What were you thinking?
How did this patient possibly warrant a cardiology referral?
I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to waste your time.
[nurse] You really think that's good enough.
I got a ward full of patients with actual heart issues.
And her pain was clearly non-cardiac.
She had a normal ECG, and normal bloods.
A 10-year-old could of told you that.
I'm so sorry.
What would your registrar say if they knew you had done this?
Well, actually, I, um, I, I.
-All I can do is apologize. -What's your name?
Shruti...
...Achariya.
I'll be writing to your consultant, Shruti Achariya.
[soft music]
[Emma] Oh, I just need a holiday.
I can't remember the last time you've been in the country
for two months straight, let alone three.
We all need to hit of sun, don't we?
Greg wants us to go back to Barbados, but...
I'm worried that's what everyone does at Christmas--
Ah, God, yeah.
If I have to spend one more Christmas in Barbados,
I'm just gonna--
Have you guys heard Adams Degloving story?
-[Emma] No, I don't think so. -Oh. You will love it.
Go on?
So Degloving is when the skin gets torn
from the underlying structures.
Like when a motorcyclist flies off his bike and his hand goes--
-Do we have to? -[Harry] We certainly do.
So. There's this 18-year-old guy, he's out celebrating his
A-level results and he finds himself dancing
on the roof of a bus shelter.
And to get down to ground level, he slides down a lamppost,
koala bear style.
Unfortunately, he's misjudged
the texture of the lamppost and he finds himself in A&E
with severe grazing to both hands.
And a complete degloving of his penis.
[all gasping]
-God. -So what did it look like?
It was far and away the worst penis I've ever seen.
He's seen a lot of penises
[Adam chuckles]
-Professionally, of course. -[Greg] What did it look like?
It was like a bit of spaghetti.
-Can we stop? -Smeared in tomato sauce?
-We are eating. -Will it grow back?
-What, like an octopus? -Gregory, enough.
-Well, maybe. -Gregory, enough.
[Emma] Please.
So how are the renovations coming along?
Oh my God. You know what it's like digging a basement.
Not really. I think our landlord might complain.
And the downstairs neighbors.
Loads of mess, loads of stress, loads of noise.
If we get let down by one more marbler,
I think I'm going to go spare.
[Emma laughing]
Oh, um, I saw your mom at John Lewis last week.
Oh, God. I'm sorry.
I hid behind a mannequin.
I wouldn't recognize your mom if I bumped into her
-in John Lewis. -Yeah, you would.
The room gets about 10 degrees colder.
-Um, margaritas. -Yes, please.
Thank you.
Whoopsie. No.
Oh, go on. It will loosen you up.
[Harry] Sorry, of course. More lemonade?
[Emma] That would be lovely. Yeah.
Ah, there's no champagne for me at the wedding, alas!
Such a shame.
Little munchkins causing us trouble already.
No champagne for Mommy.
[Emma and Greg giggle]
[Harry] So how many weeks are you now?
Twenty-one.
Exciting. I'm gonna say what, halfway there.
[grunts] You do listen.
And is it a boy or girl?
-Yeah. -We chose not to find out.
Yeah, there are just so few surprises left and--
Wouldn't it be funny if Adam ended up delivering you.
Over my dead body.
Statistically, at least half my patients live actually.
We're gonna play it safe and go private.
And, um, is everything going well so far?
Yeah. We had the 20-week scan last week...
We had the 5-D scan.
Wow. So when you go private,
they discover two extra dimensions.
Look.
So.
How does that look to you?
[Adam sarcastically grunts]
Yeah.
[Adam giggles]
She looks perfect.
She?!
[Emma sighs]
[Harry] What the fuck's gotten into you?
What's that supposed to mean?
You do know you really upset them.
Oh yeah.
I feel really terrible for Greg.
-His perfect little life. -You're jealous of him?
[Adam sighs]
Is that what this is about? He's cosplaying as a 50-year-old.
Rubbing my face in it with that big house
and fancy wedding and car that works.
-Go get a job in the city then. -It's not what I mean.
They're just so...
settled and...
normal.
If normal so important to you, why have you ruined
the first evening we've had together in fortnight?
Haven't normal couples met each other's parents?
Fine! Next time we're in Transylvania.
Adam.
What's going on?
[dramatic music]
Nothing!
I'm going to bed. An early start.
[door shuts]
[birds chirping]
-I'll be back seven-ish. -Going out tonight.
[soft guitar music]
I don't mean to load all this on you,
but can you hurry up and get better, please?
I think it will be good for both of us.
I'm actually good at my job.
Most of the time.
Anyway, you don't want to hear all this. It's just...
You just focus on learning how to blink.
Ah, Dr. Adam.
Doctor, have you met my sister Paula?
Oh no. Hello. Lovely to meet you.
Hello, darling.
I've missed you so much.
And the antibiotics are starting to work,
so that's bit of good news.
Yes, and they weighed him again last night
and he's nearly two stones. So...
Two pounds?
I think, I think it was stone.
[woman whispering]
Oh, I actually...
got something for you.
Oh, that is so kind of you.
They must of cost you a fortune.
I, I knitted them.
They're so [indistinct] too.
Hopefully.
[woman] Look what doctor made.
I love you so much.
Mommy loves you so, so much.
I don't know how it's got so stuck up there,
it most of turned around by itself.
I must've been sitting on some kind of ledge or something.
And there's no way you can tell me what it is?
Oh, no, no, no. I want it to be a surprise for Carl.
We're always surprising each other.
Yeah, it'd cut us time
if he didn't have such stubby fingers.
It's same with me whole family you know, practically toes.
[patient giggles]
Right.
Let's, ah, have a look, shall we.
What you reckon?
Bottle of Pernod, gear stick from a Vauxhall Corsa,
selection of baklava.
That's 10 points to anyone who guessed Kinder egg.
Right. Ah-uh.
Wait, hang on. Whoa, whoa, don't throw it away.
Carl, open it.
Oh. Uh, okay.
Carl Morken,
will you marry me?
Say yes, mate. If that's what she does with a Kinder egg,
God knows what she'd do to you if you say no.
Of course, I will, Taz.
Come here.
Congratulations.
This is so her, doctor. This is so you.
Doc, before you go, will you,
will you take a picture of us, please? I...
I can't. My thumbs won't reach the buttons.
Of course.
[guitar music]
Here.
Thank you so much.
[Carl] I'm the luckiest man in the world.
Congratulations again.
[both] Thank you.
Always with your nose in a book.
Oh, you probably haven't got there yet.
Your nose is the pointy bit on the front you face.
Did cardiology see Mrs. Winnicka?
Hmm-mmm. They were satisfied that nothing was going on.
Great. See no one minds being asked.
Come on.
-What do you want? -Um, we're the doctors.
I know who you are. It's not what I asked.
-Anymore of that chest pain? -No.
That's good.
[beeper ringing and vibrating]
Um. You didn't fancy a nightcap?
No. Of course not.
Jack Daniels tastes like cats piss.
Well they were fresh out of [indistinct]
Piss off.
See you tomorrow Mrs. W.
Anything you'd like to tell me?
Um. Fuck off.
Imagine my surprise when Benilda informed me that the patient
with period pains was still on the ward this morning.
I instructed you to send her home.
I really don't think you should be ignoring her symptom.
And I really don't think you should be
ignoring me and Mr. Lockhart.
Who isn't pleased about this, by the way.
[Adam chuckles]
Did he tell you that when you put an apple
-on his desk this morning? -Grow up, Adam.
Can't we just leave her in another night for observation?
-Trust me, she's really-- -No one trusts you.
I sent her home.
You discharged one patient when you shouldn't have,
that doesn't mean you should keep every other patient
in here forever.
You're lucky to have Adam to learn from.
Don't do what he does.
Hi, it's Adam.
Well, give her bloody paracetamol then.
[dramatic music]
Hey man, do me a favor?
Give me one of those.
[music continues]
[sirens blaring]
[woman arguing]
Fuck!
[screaming in pain]
Ruth! Ruth! Wait.
Get me a spine emergency theater now.
Ovarian Torsion start and ready.
[Ruth groaning]
Yeah, that's the one. What?
[Ruth moans]
I don't give a shit what Julian said.
Okay. In.
A hundred percent sure. Hmm-mm.
Or 50% sure. And it is not an ovarian torsion,
while I'm in theaters, I can always perform
an emergency cutting my own head off.
Ah, hospital number,
eight, seven, four, four, three, five, two.
Yeah, great. Thank you so much.
Thank you. Okay, bye.
[music continues]
[phone ringing]
[Adam] Grasper. Please.
Place your bets.
Shit.
-It's bloody normal. -Is that good?
Well, it's all right for her. Fuck.
If you wouldn't mind watching your language
in theater, please, doctor.
Sorry, sister.
Fuck. Jesus fucking H. fucking Christ.
Right, well here's some revision for you.
This is what perfectly normal pelvic anatomy looks like.
Oh, and here they are, great, right on cue.
Get out of theater, Adam.
Shruti, you did the right thing calling me.
[Lockhart] All right. Scrub in and get this closed up.
Camera off. Bugger off. I'll deal with you afterwards.
Oh, hold on.
There's some free fluid in the abdomen,
something's going on.
Julian, grab me a pair of size eights.
Thank you God I don't believe in.
I'm sorry about the mild blasphemy
just before.
-Out of the way. -Yes, sorry.
Ah, well there's your answer.
You can't pedunculate that ovary.
See how vascular it is on the surface?
It's been twisting back and forth on its own.
She must been in a right state.
[Adam exhales]
Good spot, young man.
Thank you.
I think we can have a decent swing at saving this.
You ever done a nephropexy before?
-Ah, no. -Yeah, I've done it for you
if you want me to walk him through it?
Thank you very much, Julian,
but I suspect we'll be fine without you.
[upbeat music]
Thank you, Julian.
-Adam? -Yes, Mr. Lockhart?
[Mr. Lockhart] Put another port in, um...
Try not to get the bowel.
[Adam chuckles]
All right. We did it.
You don't wanna go the other way, do you?
[Adam laughs]
It's a great honor, Mr. Lockhart.
[Mr. Lockhart] Please.
Right, you're done. I think. You're happy?
-Are you? -Well I'm happy
but it's not my ovary.
[Adam laughs]
Thank you for taking the time, I deeply appreciate.
All right. Come on. We can't be here all day.
-There we are. -Pop by my office
in half an hour.
You've got a little something I'd like to talk to you about.
Okay, thank you, Mr. Lock...
[people chattering]
[Adam] What are you staring at?
Adam, I'm really sorry.
What about? You grassed me out,
or you didn't trust me or that you were wrong?
It wasn't like that, you don't understand, I was completely--
I know exactly what you're doing.
Looking after number one.
I was looking out for the patient
while you were in your mad paranoid fishing trip.
And it's been like that ever since
you missed that preeclamptic.
You got one thing right today. Sure.
I've got that on my record now
because of you and your crazy referrals.
I'm sorry, I'm just tired.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said that. Friends?
Colleagues.
Friends.
I'm actually free tonight
if you want someone to test you on all of that stuff.
Seriously, would you mind?
-Because none of it's going in. -Sure.
I forget that there was a time when ah,
I didn't know all of this stuff either.
I think I was seven.
Mr. Lockhart wants to give me a pat on the back.
Um. So I'll come and grab you when I'm done.
I've got a 10-year-old bottle of Cactus we can crack open.
[upbeat music]
[Mr. Lockhart] Yeah?
Hey.
Lovely work there, Kay.
You're good little doctor, aren't you?
Sounds a bit like I might need a blighted character,
but I'll take it.
Well, I've um,
I've been trained by the very best.
-Did you study in London? -Ah, sure did. Yeah.
I'm third generation.
-Ah, you got any kids? -Ah, no.
[Mr. Lockhart] Married?
No.
[Mr. Lockhart grunts]
I'm in a long-term relationship.
What does your girlfriend do?
Actually, um, graphic design.
That's sweet.
-Do you know what these are? -I'm gonna go with babies.
[both chuckle]
I ask every mom I deliver to give me a picture.
That's the first case of
twin to twin transfusion syndrome I looked after.
-Internal Podalic version. -That's really wonderful.
Oh this one's outside a fondue station in Val d'Isere.
A lot of crap in this job so ah,
it's nice holding onto the good things when they happen.
Hmm-mmm. Van Hagen.
The preeclamptic 25-weeker from a couple of weeks back.
Yeah. A bit of bad news I'm afraid.
The mom's launched a complaint.
[emotional music]
You'll be getting the paperwork through in a bit,
I just wanted to give you the heads up
so you can start writing a statement, all that business.
Oh, cheer up.
You're not gonna lose your job,
it just might make it harder to get the next one.
Well don't let me stop you from pissing off,
so I can go home.
[Mr. Lockhart sighs]
-[Mr. Lockhart] Shut the door. -Bye.
[ "Everything I Am Is Yours" by Villagers]
♪ I am just a man
♪ Tipping on the wire
♪ Tight rope walking fool
♪ Balanced on desire
♪ I can not control
♪ These ever changing ways
♪ So how can I be sure
♪ The feeling will remain
♪ It'll always change
♪ But everything I am,
is yours ♪
♪ Everything I am,
is yours ♪
♪ Find it hard to say
♪ What's going on inside...
[piano tone]
[ominous tone]
[Adam sighs]
[door opens]
I thought you said you're gonna be out tonight?
I realized I'd rather be in.
[Adam chuckles]
[TV playing]
[Harry] All this is teaching me is that famous people
are the same as normal people. Just much more boring.
You could hardly describe half these people as famous.
[Harry gasps]
How was work?
It was fine, yeah.
You know we've been going out for two years.
Really?
[Harry grunts]
God, it feels longer.
Feels like 10. [chuckles]
Maybe it is 10 in straight years.
Do you think?
I know when something's up.
[Adam sighs]
[soft music]
There is something, right?
Harry.
Yeah?
Will you marry me?
No.
[theme music]
♪ This is gonna bruise
♪ Bruise you and confuse you
♪ This is really getting smart
♪ This is gonna break your heart ♪
♪ Cause somethings you can't fix ♪
♪ No matter how hard you work at it ♪