Hiya! Oh, hey! Look at us, leaving early.
Don't suppose you fancy doing something later?
Oh, I'm knackered, and the kids... Early night beckons.
Yeah, of course.
You OK?
Oh, yeah. Yeah, Lars and his wife are taking Elis to Sweden tonight.
Oh, wow. I'm fine.
I mean, I'd like to avoid being home alone
with a bottle of gin and my life choices, but...
♪ Oh, yes, it's Ladies' Night
♪ And the feeling's right
♪ And she's leaving on time To get dressed up
♪ Oh, what you wearin'? ♪
Erm... Hi. Catherine, this is Neelum, A&E reg.
Hi. And fellow Ladies' Night attendee, usually.
I'm working on the biggest night out since lockdown one.
Tear up the dance floor for me.
Have a good shift. Whoo!
It's just a thing that my friends organise at the mosque.
It's a British-Pakistani community thing.
With a dance floor?
Yeah, but it's not in the mosque, obviously.
There'll be a dance floor and a buffet.
But I wouldn't be welcome?
Oh, no! It's not...
I mean, people bring other... friends.
Oh, great!
Oh... OK. Well, text me the address.
Well, er... Yeah, why don't you come to mine first,
and then we could drive together?
Why don't we get an Uber, then we can both have a drink?
Sorry. OK.
Well... Well, brilliant!
Thank you. Yeah.
Ah!
OK.
Did you change the sheets in the spare room for Mum?
Yep.
Well, give me a call if you need anything.
Well, you're the on-call consultant,
so, yeah, I will. How long are we keeping this up for?
I'm not keeping anything up. I can only apologise so...
You're not apologising for the right thing. Yes, it was out of hand.
I was out of order.
Because I'd just found out that you'd gone behind my back
and brought your sister back into our lives,
breaking a fundamental agreement of our marriage. That's not why.
Reporting for Team Cavendish night duty.
Buzzing to run the hospital? You and me, Tessa. Can't wait.
Have a good one, ladies.
I've had a whole can.
Great (!)
Jaldi se.
Eat fast, your straighteners are plugged in.
'On Your Own' by Fryars
Jaldi!
♪ I've been your closest ally... ♪
You're gonna go on an aeroplane with Daddy and evil Auntie Brigitta!
Who am I? Huh, Elis? Who am I? Can you say "Mama"?
And don't eat anything you don't like the look of.
No, no, no. No snot, come on.
Let's look after Mummy's pretty dress! Yeah!
Thank you. Aw!
Oh, God, don't forget Cuddle Cat.
Oh, yes, of course. Oh, oh, hello!
You look, erm...
..nice. It's nice.
Thank you. Yeah.
Did you say this thing was in a mosque?
No, it's Maryam's friends from mosque.
You don't think maybe it's a bit...?
♪ On your own
♪ Feeling like you don't belong... ♪
♪ On your own
♪ Feeling like you don't belong... ♪
The lady in bed four does not look well.
Well, she isn't.
Neelum, hi. Yeah, I called straight back.
Well, just stay by the phone.
OK.
Yeah, OK. OK, I'm coming now.
OK, I'm going to A&E. You're in charge, Dr Joseph.
♪ And stay strong
♪ When you're feeling Like you don't belong... ♪
I hope I can summon some energy for this.
Hold still! I'll burn your ear! Sorry.
You know, if you took all the energy you spent
worrying about things that never happened
and put it towards your career, you'd be a consultant by now.
You wanna worry about something, look closer to home.
I've not seen you and Raza exchange a kind word in days.
I-I just need an early night.
What you need is to laugh with your friends, and a dance.
Scientifically proven to lift your spirits.
And I'm going to show off my dazzling, accomplished daughter.
You need me to tell you that's not pneumonia?
No, I need you to tell THEM it's not pneumonia.
Wife is a former matron.
Yeah, screw your courage to the sticking place, Dr Khan.
That's above my pay grade.
Sorry to keep you waiting... Amanda!
Hannah, get up, we're leaving - they've sent Helen!
How are you? Aw!
Oh, Hannah, I've heard so much about you.
I'm Dr Helen Cavendish,
and I'm the acute registrar on duty this evening.
I've worked with your wife since I was a medical student.
So, er, we must have some results back,
if you're here?
Is there any history I need to know before...
Hannah has advanced ovarian cancer
and has led an active, joyful five years of life
whilst on chemotherapy.
The last month, it's been a rougher ride.
She's had a cold for a few weeks she can't shift.
We're hoping it's pneumonia.
In which case, we'd like antibiotics to go,
so we can get out of this den of viral load.
Is there anything else I need to know, Hannah?
No.
I don't think it's pneumonia.
The cancer has advanced to your lungs.
Er, I... Can I see?
Yeah.
I'd like to admit you,
so we can keep you comfortable until you've had a chance
to discuss your options with the oncology team in the morning.
I want... to go home.
I think that you should speak to Oncology first.
And there's one semi-reclining chair there that we'll...
I want to die at home.
You know Oncology, they'd dig you up to give you chemo.
Speak to the specialists first.
Don't admit me.
Our end-of-life plan is for me to take care of her at home.
Finally, 40 years of frontline medicine comes in handy.
You're the night-duty medical reg, Helen. You can discharge us.
I, er... Sorry.
Hardest job in the hospital.
I think that you should review your options
with the oncology consultant in the morning.
There is nothing more to be done, though, is there?
Just needs you to say so.
Please.
While she's well enough to leave.
Listen, I think that we should all think about it for an hour.
I'll be back.
Admitting her? Er, maybe. I just, erm...
Tessa, hi. What is it?
OK, well, that is more or less what we expected.
Yeah. Sounds like a good plan.
You're doing brilliantly.
Neelum? Mm-hm? I'm right here.
It's like, if I don't page you, did it actually happen?
It's Catherine, someone get it!
Yeah. I got it, mate.
Hi.
Oh, God. Salamu alaikum, sister.
That's not helpful. Sorry, sorry.
I was trying to be respectf... Oh, shit, sorry!
Erm... Wow, you look amazing in that dress. Thanks.
Oh, wow! Er... Mrs Afridi, you look...
Dr Masoom. Er, you look beautiful.
I'm sorting it, don't worry.
Let's go upstairs. Otherwise, we'll be late.
Sorry, good idea.
- Hey. - 'You missed bedtime.'
65-year-old woman with advanced ovarian cancer,
X-ray shows lung metastasis.
They've got an end-of-life plan to die at home,
and that's where she wants to go, immediately.
'Is she well enough to leave?'
Well, she is right now, yeah.
It's Amanda Hendrix's wife.
'Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.'
I should admit her, shouldn't I?
Or else face a territorial oncologist in the morning.
'Well, you won't, I will.
'Chances are the same decision'll get made in a few days.'
Yeah, but by then, she'll be too unwell to go home,
and she'll die here, which is what she doesn't...
Are you drinking?
'What? Oh, my mum's opened the Chablis. I wanted to try it.'
You're on call.
'You don't trust me to have half a glass of wine now?
'You're being completely hysterical about this.
'Are you sure you're coping there OK?'
Oh, my God, you...
'I'm happy to face down Oncology for Amanda
'if that makes this an easier decision for you.'
You were proper skinny.
I can't see it at soft play.
I hate soft play.
How long will Elis be in Sweden?
A few nights. Longer next time, if it goes well.
Are you OK with that? Yeah... No... Dunno.
How about you?
Yeah.
Your hair looks amazing. Thanks.
Let's just forget about it, go out this evening and have a dance.
Is there somewhere we can stop and pick up a can of G&T,
or something I can down in the back of the car?
Helen Cavendish.
'Hey, stranger. It's Magda at St Harry's ICU.'
Oh, hi, Magda. 'A weird one for you.'
We are trying to identify a patient in her late 40s, maybe.
White, curly blonde hair, benzodiazepine overdose.
Nothing on her except a scrap of paper with...
'Ready? Your name written on it. "Dr Helen Cavendish."
'And I'm like, "I know one of those." '
'Morning Light' by Federico Albanese and Tara Nome Doyle.
'Helen?' Sorry, erm...
Sorry, I-I don't know.
♪ All you are... ♪
'I thought she was maybe a patient.'
Is she, er, intubated? 'Yeah.'
She was found unresponsive and hypoxic.
We're fighting for her, but she's really sick.
'Just wanted to get hold of the family.
'If you think of anything, let me know?'
♪ And all I ask... ♪
Yeah, sure. Yeah. Thanks. See you later.
♪ Is there any way... ♪
I think bed four has died.
Just deal with it, Tessa.
'Family Affair' by Mary J Blige.
♪ Oh-oh... ♪
♪ Let's get it crunk up on
♪ Have fun up on Up in this dancery
♪ We got y'all open, now ya floatin'
♪ So you gots to dance for me
♪ Don't need no hateration Holleration in this dancery... ♪
♪ Let's get it percolatin' While you're waitin'... ♪
Oh, everyone, this is Catherine. Hi.
♪ Come on, everybody get on up
♪ Cos you know We gots to get it crunk
♪ Mary J is in the spot tonight
♪ And I'mma make it feel all right Make it feel all right... ♪
Hi, ICU, can I speak to Dr Magda...
Actually, it... it doesn't matter.
Get them in the nursery.
Mine went to the nursery for Heald Green Primary, and it got them in.
Wasn't their Ofsted "good"?
Yeah, but it got upgraded to "outstanding".
At my school, you can't jump the queue like that.
Go to open days now. She's ten months.
Yeah, it's not too late.
He poos all the time.
It's not normal, and she won't take him to the GP.
Why does he poo?
Well, it's because of the antibiotics.
It upsets your stomach.
Oh, Maryam? Is Sami starting Quran school?
Well, me and Raz thought we'd wait until he's four.
No, no, no. They absorb languages best at three.
Are you speaking Urdu at home with him? Er, not so much.
I heard it can delay their speech to have too many languages at once.
It can't be that! It must be something else.
Khala, I promise you, it is that.
But it's a lot of poo! How will he grow?
'You Don't Know Me' by Jax Jones.
Will there be dancing soon?
♪ Like you know me, na-na, yeah... ♪
Dr Afridi! I'm next!
So, wait, you go to see this woman...
The Fanny Witch.
She's a myofascial release therapist.
Not a gynaecologist? This is not recognised
by the National Institute of Clinical Excellence.
Yet!
She massages your scar tissue
from your tear, or your episiotomy, or whatever.
Birth trauma.
Hurts like hell when she's does it, but it fixes pain.
Especially during, you know...
Sex?
Reversed my incontinence. I'll ping you her number.
So, when you say she massages the scar tissue...
I mean she puts her fingers...
She has a medical degree - you can say vagina.
Just say vagina!
Cheers to vaginas.
♪ Every little thing That you say or do
♪ I'm hung up I'm hung up on you
♪ Waiting for your call, baby Night and day
♪ I'm fed up I'm tired of waiting on you. ♪
Hiya. Just checking on you after your coronary angiogram.
Thanks, Doctor.
Shit, what's, er...
er... er... OK, er, bleep Helen.
No, bleep Surgery. What's going on?
Bleep Helen and Surgery.
Am I gonna be OK?
Don't panic.
Pick up the phone, Tessa.
Stop running round like a headless chicken.
Helen.
The matron and her wife are getting impatient.
Right. I need to get to Tessa in AMU first.
Thank God, we tried everything. He's bleeding out.
What have you tried? You know, this.
Someone called Surgery?
For fuck's sake, Tessa, it's a haematoma. You just, erm...
Just what? There is the place that you put your finger,
but I can't remember because Surgery normally does it.
Shall I show you? As I'm here,
not scrubbing up for a kidney stone removal.
Sorry. Sorry.
Give me your finger.
Oh, my God. You're amazing.
I thought you weren't useful without a knife in your hand.
I have my moments.
I can't wait for my surgery rotation.
OK, Tessa, shall we let Mr Oliviera
get back to his kidney stones?
I'm always a bit in awe of the med reg overnight.
I can't imagine you awestruck.
Just cos I'm brilliant at what I do doesn't mean I can't be impressed
by someone being brilliant at what they do. Thanks for that.
Sorry for distracting you from your actual emergencies.
I like being distracted by you. Oh, for God's sake.
What?
Can't you have a conversation with another human being
without it being some sort of seduction routine,
or whatever it is you're doing?
You need to be somewhere? Just a repeat page.
Can I ask you something, reg to reg?
Well, it's ST8, actually, but, yeah. Yeah, go on.
If you needed to leave, for, like, erm...
a family emergency, or something, do you feel like you could?
I'd speak to the on-call consultant and have them come in and take over.
That's what they're on call for.
Everything OK? Yeah.
Oh, it's the labour ward. Fuck's sake.
You got it.
It'll just be abdominal pains.
You're doing a great job.
Is this you trying to sleep with me again?
I'll always be trying to sleep with you, Helen.
I can't believe you didn't all guess
from this massive balloon thing I'm wearing!
Aw, congratulations.
It's such a joy to share this with you
and not feel guilty, or...
Oh, Sairish! I was always happy for you, for all of you.
You don't need to pretend that.
Well, when I had my miscarriage,
I couldn't even look at a pregnant woman.
So, you going for a third?
It's not in Allah's plan for everyone to have a big family.
My daughter... Amma.
My daughter is going to be... Amma.
..one of the top paediatric consultants in this country.
OK, dance floor.
♪ All the single ladies All the single ladies
♪ All the single ladies... ♪ I'm too fat!
Up!
♪ All the single ladies Now put your hands up
♪ Up in the club, we just broke up I'm doing my own little thing
♪ Decided to dip And now you wanna trip
♪ Cos another brother noticed me
♪ I'm up on him, he up on me Don't pay him any attention
♪ Just cried my tears For three good years
♪ Ya can't be mad at me
♪ Cos if you liked it then You should have put a ring on it
♪ If you liked it then You should have put a ring on it
♪ Don't be mad once you see That he want it... ♪
Hi, Charlotte. Erm, yeah, is Guy...
Oh, right.
How was the Chablis?
The wine. Guy said that you opened...
No?
Oh, my mistake. I-I must have misunderstood.
Yeah, it-it's a busy night here, so, yeah, don't worry.
Just...
help yourself to anything.
And just forget I said anything.
Actually, don't... don't worry, tell him it's fine.
OK. OK, bye.
Are you done dancing?
I swear my gravestone's going to read,
"died answering questions about constipation."
How's Elis doing?
I've not heard from them, so fine, I guess.
You're managing it really well.
Managing what? She's with her father.
You can admit that you miss her.
You haven't told your mother about the investigation either, have you?
How long are you gonna keep carrying this all on your own, Maz?
How long do you think you can keep pretending
you don't have any feelings, Catherine?
Maternal instincts, even?
Fuck off, "maternal instincts".
Both of our mothers are stone-cold psychopaths,
punishing us for their own shit choices.
My mother's not a... Then why aren't you telling her?
Huh?
Cos I feel ashamed.
I feel like my chest has been cracked open.
That "feelings" enough for you?
Maz? No, just a sec.
Catherine!
He's not breathing.
Jesus.
I can't feel a pulse.
His phone.
'Emergency services. What is the emergency?'
Teenage boy, heavy bleeding after trauma, stab wounds to left chest.
We're on Thornville Mews. He's arrested.
We're medics, administering CPR.
'OK, we're dispatching an ambulance. Stay on the line.'
You know him? Do you know him?
Go, get his mum now! Run!
Fuck.
'Ambulance travelling.' How long?
'Should be with you in three to four minutes.'
Oh, sorry.
'This is Dr Guy Cavendish. Please leave a message.'
Fuck's sake.
'This is Dr Guy Cavendish. Please leave a message.'
Oh, god.
He needs thoracostomies. What have you got in your kit?
Are you doing that here? Yep.
Stop compressions.
OK, got it. Back on chest.
Weak pulse.
Your son has been stabbed. He's in a stable condition.
What's his name? Josh.
Maryam?
I'm going with him. Tell Raz what happened.
The police want to know if they can arrest him.
Well, what's that got to do with us?
They need to know if he has capacity.
What are we, the CPS? Oi!
Oi! What was the score earlier?
Three-two!
Ah, well, he can count.
That's cogent enough for the drunk tank, isn't it?
Wanna take him.
That's a trauma pre-alert.
Multiple stab wounds to the chest, arrested at the scene,
good air entry since bag masking, thoracostomy at the scene.
Ready, steady, slide! His name's Josh.
OK, primary survey, airways patent.
He's arrested! Are surgery here yet?
Another pneumothorax? Lungs are good.
He needs a clamshell thoracotomy. You want to do a clamshell?
I'm not...
It's a witnessed arrest. Could be a cardiac tamponade.
OK, so?
Now?
OK.
Don't fuck up.
Ah, fuck.
Ah, sternum's tough.
OK.
I can see the heart.
Open the pericardium vertically.
Don't damage the phrenic nerves.
Cardiac tamponade. OK.
And there's a hole in the left ventricle.
Got it.
Let's get him up to theatre?
Erm...
..yeah.
OK.
Yeah?
We've got you. OK. Ready?
You having fun up there?
Oh, yeah. Beat you to a clamshell. Sorry 'bout that.
Fuck!
Do we know about next of kin?
Er, he came in with his mum. I'll go and talk to her. OK.
Hello, Mrs Whitlock?
This is Dr Joseph from City General.
Hello, Mrs Whitlock?
This is Dr Joseph from City General.
Hello, Mrs Whitlock?
This is Dr Joseph from City General.
I was part of the team that was treating your mother.
I mean...
I'm calling to tell you... to say... that I'm very sorry,
but your mother passed away a few moments ago.
'Running (feat. Ghetts)' by Pip Millett
She passed peacefully... in her sleep.
Yes.
Yes, a nurse was with her.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
♪ Runnin', I'm always out of breath
♪ Fightin' battles When I get shit off my chest... ♪
Now that Catherine's stolen all the glory,
let's get on with the actual graft, shall we?
♪ I know what it feels like To be down... ♪
2.0 Vicryl, thank you.
♪ Do you find it pleasing? ♪
OK, we'll need at least two litres of warm wash,
suction and two chest drains, please.
♪ Grippin' on my skin, no, no... ♪ Thank you.
♪ Playin' with your prey No, no... ♪
Happy to start patient transfer?
♪ No, no... ♪
And let's have some music, shall we?
'He's in really good hands.'
We'll know more once he's out of surgery,
but we're hopeful that he's going to make a full recovery.
♪ Will you try to understand this? ♪
Oh, fuck me.
♪ She'll tell me that I'm fakin'
♪ She's lyin', let's face it... ♪
Oh, what now? Hold that.
Surely it's your turn
for the next aortic dissection (?)
No? Shall I go and do it, then?
No?
♪ The way that shit It weighs me down
♪ Black and free I don't think that's a thing
♪ No, no... ♪
Acute Medical Unit.
Yeah. All good, yeah.
Everything's under control.
OK.
♪ I don't think that's a thing No, no... ♪
Don't you dare.
Well, you know how it'll go.
She'll be on a ward somewhere,
and someone will do her obs at 3:00am,
and sometime between then and the morning drug round,
she'll have died.
That never used to bother me when I was working upstairs.
It's peaceful, after all.
No pain, no drama.
But something changed in me, during that first wave...
in April and May,
when there was so little we could do.
We were turning people over, for God's sakes.
So many phone calls,
so many people who thought they had so much time left.
So much grief absorbed down a phone line, over an iPad.
Oh...
One call I made, the woman said to me...
.."But we were in the garden yesterday."
And we were in the garden
when we got the phone call about the cancer.
We lived apart, mostly, like you and Guy did.
She was vulnerable.
You were pregnant.
She barely left the house.
Didn't get to hold her grandchild until it was six months old.
And what was it all for,
if she still gets to die alone on a ward here?
She's dying in our bed...
in my arms.
Have I got post-traumatic stress disorder, do you think?
How's Guy doing?
He's, erm...
I hear stories like yours, and...
..other friends and colleagues who-who were there.
B-But he just... he doesn't...
say anything.
He just never talks about it.
Well, he's still processing, probably.
He's... He's drinking.
He's drinking too much, and...
..he's not in control of it.
And I don't know how to reach him. Aw. Keep trying.
Don't worry.
Sorry. Aw.
Hey. It's been a long night.
I've literally just put a fire out in a bin.
Oh, God.
Yeah. Birds on the ward... Oh, right.
..were always my favourite. Oh, great.
What do I do with a bird?!
First, you hope it's a pigeon... Oh, right.
..because they're big and stupid...
..and then you put a box over it to calm it down,
and then set it free.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
So, do I have to try and sneak her out of here, or...?
Consider yourself discharged.
Guy said he would deal with Oncology.
Go home.
Thank you.
Give him my love, will you? I will.
Come here.
'Floor two.'
Whoa! Oh, sorry.
You OK? Yeah, I just, erm...
Yeah, I'm just trying to run and, er,
book an Uber at-at the same time.
Can I, er... give you a lift somewhere?
'Going down.'
How fast could you get me to St Harry's?
Why didn't you tell me? I'm telling you now.
You think they'll rule you were negligent? Mm-mm.
Or they'll charge you? I dunno. Lose your licence?
I really don't actually give a shit about my licence
at this point, Ummi. I-I didn't tell you
because I didn't want to see that look on your face.
We're gonna fight this. You are an outstanding physician.
No, I'm not.
I-I'm not the doctor that you think I am.
I'm fallible. I make mistakes.
You think this is your fault?
In here. You didn't do anything wrong.
How do you know that? Because I know you.
You have to hang in there, Maryam. Stay strong!
I'm terrified.
I'm having panic attacks in the toilets.
I'm not the mother I thought I would be.
I'm not the doctor I was.
You're a mother. You're a doctor.
Have you ever considered one might make you better at the other?
'Changing Shapes of Love' by Andreya Triana
♪ I realise half the time
♪ I've been afraid to feel this
♪ Times gone by, I compromised What I thought I needed
♪ Pages torn when you're around
♪ Will you hear The walls break down?
♪ Just stay a while with me
♪ Cos I'm not gonna stop When the sun goes down
♪ I'm not gonna wait Until the stars hit the ground
♪ I wake 'em with visions
♪ Of the changing shapes of love. ♪
Do you want me to ask?
No.
OK.
Blur or Oasis?
Pulp.
'Disco 2000' by Pulp
♪ Oh, we were born Within an hour of each other
♪ Our mothers said We could be sister and brother
♪ Your name is Deborah, Deborah
♪ It never suited ya...
♪ Let's all meet up In the year 2000... ♪
Thanks.
♪ Won't it be strange When we're all fully grown?
♪ Be there two o'clock By the fountain down the road
♪ I never knew That you'd get married... ♪
Oh, Magda, hi. Oh, hi.
Erm, that patient that you called about earlier,
her name's, er, Debbie Wares.
Good work, detective.
You came all the way over here for that?
We'll get in touch with the next of kin,
let them know she died.
Er, y-you just have.
The paramedics think she'd been left for several hours.
We intubated her on arrival, but...
damage to her major organs was too severe.
We fought for her, Helen.
Is there anyone I can call for you?
Mm. No. No, thank you.
Hi. How are you all doing? 'Ah, we're fine. Flight was great.
'The girls just adore their new baby sister.
'They've been so sweet with her.' Aw.
'Made this... Made this card for her.'
Oh, wow. That's great everyone's getting along so well.
You left Cuddle Cat.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah. We realised on the plane.
'I mean, Elis doesn't seem bothered.
'Perhaps it's not such a big deal for her.
'Maybe she's over the cat.' Oh, that's good.
'Brigitta bought her a new soft toy.'
Oh, she has? Well... Well, that's...
That's great. I'm relieved she's doing OK without it.
Well, just... keep each other company until...
'Did you have a good night? I mean, your party?'
Yeah, yeah. Well...
I was up most of the night.
We attended a trauma. I did a clamshell thora...
'Sorry.'
'I really need to go.' Oh... Oh, OK.
Yeah. No, sure. OK. OK, Lars. 'Yeah, yeah.
'OK. OK, bye. Bye.' Yeah. OK, bye.
Hi, Callum. Erm, it's Auntie Helen. Erm...
You... You need to give me a call when you get this.
OK, erm, thanks.
"Auntie Helen"? Yeah, it's my nephew.
Well, if he's under 30, he won't listen to that.
What do you mean?
They don't listen to voicemails, you need to send a voice note. Here.
I know how to send a voice note. I'm not 90.
Hi, Callum. It's Auntie Helen. Can you call me when you get this?
It's about your mum.
That's better.
And I think when he listens to it, there's two little ticks there.
Oh, my God. Really?
They'll be sending men to the moon next (!)
I might have been hours. I would've waited hours.
Can I drive you home?
How far is it to your place?
'Free' by Florence + the Machine
♪ Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated
♪ If I would feel better Just slightly sedated
♪ A feeling comes so fast And I cannot control it
♪ I'm on fire But I'm trying not to show it
♪ As it picks me up, puts me down
♪ It picks me up, puts me down
♪ But there's nothing else That I know how to do
♪ But to open up my arms And give it all to you
♪ Cos I hear the music
♪ I feel the beat
♪ And for a moment, when I'm dancing
♪ I am free
♪ I am free. ♪
Yeah, that's fine, Laura,
but I need you to find me some time after clinic.
I need to prioritise these meetings with interview panel members.
Thank you.
Do you ever look at your life and think,
"How the hell did I get it so wrong?"
No, not really.
Is that cos you're exactly where you wanted to be?
Not exactly, no. But close enough.
Catherine's gonna fight you tooth and nail for that job,
you know. Yeah.
That's one of the things I enjoy doing most with Catherine.
'Hope' by Arlo Parks.
♪ Millie tried to talk the pleasure Back into being... ♪
Sorry. This is...
This is probably just a normal Monday morning for you.
Well, no, this usually happens on Thursdays (!) Thursday.
You've totally blown my schedule for the week.
♪ Won't call her friends
♪ Cos she's ashamed Of being locked into bed
♪ Can't feel her legs
♪ And feeling like a liar at best
♪ You're not alone Like you think you are
♪ We all have scars I know it's hard
♪ You're not alone, you're not alone
♪ You're not alone Like you think you are
♪ We all have scars I know it's hard
♪ You're not alone You're not alone. ♪