<one road to choose>

High Risk
Ric: (walks into his office and sees Diane sitting in his chair) Are you trying that out for size?
Diane: No, it comes with far too much responsibility. But it is very comfy. (stands up and throws her arms around him) You!

Ric: We’re okay with this… aren’t we?
Diane: (after a moment) I am if you are.

Kath: It’s nice to meet you Diane. According to Ric here, you can walk on water.
(Diane looks questioningly at Ric)
Ric: I simply said you were one of the best registrars I’ve ever worked with.

Diane: You’re getting married again?
Ric: Yes… yes, I am.
Diane: Who is she?
Ric: She’s a doctor, she works here…
Diane: Original.

Sam: (to Diane) So you’re the one he (Ric) never stops talking about.

Winner Takes It All
Ric: She loves him so much that it hurts. Have you ever felt like that?
Diane: Maybe. Once… a long time ago.

As The Day Is Long
Ric: All the years I’ve been doing this job and I still hate being dragged out of my bed in the middle of the night.
Diane: You’re the opposite of Alex, then.
Ric: For which I thank God daily.
Diane: He said he liked nights.
Ric: So did Dracula.

Ric: I'll have to see if I can find somewhere to sleep.
Diane: Mr Adams’ coffin is free.
Ric: Hehe. So what else do you know about his nocturnal habits?
Diane: (shocked) I beg your pardon?
Ric: Just showing concern…
Diane: Jealousy more like.

Ric: Be careful…
Diane: I’ve done this before.
Ric: I’m not talking about the stitches.

Desperate Measures (Diane is examining Alex’s hand. Ric comes in)
Ric: Diane, I need to see you… (sees Diane and Alex) …When you’ve put Mr Adams down. (leaves)
(Diane and Alex laugh)

Ric: Put these on. (hands Diane blue overall thingies)
Diane: What’s happening? (they get into the lift)
Ric: We’ve got a call from the ED, an RTA that needs a surgical team.
Diane: (excited) Wicked!
Ric: Diane, it’s not a joke.
Diane: (not looking it) Sorry.

Ric: So, what’s going on with you and Adams?
Diane: It’s not what you think Ric… (pause and she smiles) It’s probably worse.

Diane: You saved a life today, you know.
Ric: Yeah.
(Diane starts crying, and Ric hugs her and he starts to cry as well)

Going It Alone
Diane: (about seeing Steve) I just… it’s awkward.
Ric: Look, you went out with the man once, and you dumped him. People get over these things.
Diane: Really?
Ric: Of course. We did, didn’t we? (they share a look that suggests they didn’t)

By Any Other Name
Ric: Now then, I want you to take most of the responsibility on this case. (he moves away and Diane goes to take over)
Diane: Now, none of this is due to the fact that this is just a bit to close to the bone for you boys? (she smirks) No pun intended.

Diane: (feeling ill) Can you take over? I – I need to step away for a moment…
Ric: Of course. (takes over) What’s the matter? Are you alright?
Diane: (obviously lying) Just… just a heavy night. I thought I’d be alright this morning, but…
Ric: (teasing) You always used to be able to hold you liquor.
Diane: (smiles and looks away)

Think Again
Ric: We’ll have to work fast to get these done before I go.
Diane: Go where?
Ric: The Hadlington. It’s my first op there today.
Diane: Oh great, Ric, just great.
Ric: I’m sorry, I didn’t expect there to be so many emergencies.
Diane: (shouting) Yeah, and I didn’t expect to be dumped on while you joined the old boys’ club! (storms off)

Ric: Okay, we’re nearly done here. (checks his watch)
Diane: Late for a very important date?
Ric: What’s the matter with you?
Diane: Do you need me here any longer? (walks off)
Ric: (to random blokey) Can you close?
Blokey: Sure.
(Ric follows Diane)
Ric: Look, if you think I’m selling out, then…
Diane: It’s not that. For what it’s worth, I think you should have done it years ago.
Ric: Then what is it?
Diane: It’s just… I’ve got something on, and… it would have been easier if you were here.
Ric: What is it? (she doesn’t reply)Don’t think that because I’ve gone to drink champagne from a catheter doesn’t mean I don’t care.
(Diane doesn’t say anything)
Ric: That was a joke, Diane. It’s actually sparkling wine.
(she smiles a bit)
Ric: So talk to me. What is it?
Diane: I’m pregnant. (Ric looks shocked and Diane smiles a bit) It’s Steve’s.
Ric: Oh God, Diane, why didn’t you tell me?
Diane: I only just found out myself. I’m meant to be having a termination this afternoon…
Ric: Right, well, I’ll cancel the Hadlington…
Diane: No, I can’t ask you to do that. I’ll be fine.

Ric (to Jess): Look, I can’t do it. Diane needs me here.

Ric: Sorry I’m late.
Diane: Better late than never.
Ric: How have you managed without me? (referring to the operation on baby Oliver) (he looks and then smiles at Diane) I couldn’t have done it better myself.
Diane: (smiles) Thank you.
Ric: What are you still doing here? Go on, go. (meaning to have the termination)
Diane: I can’t…
Ric: Change of heart?
Diane: No.
Ric: Then go.
Diane: (pauses for a moment) Thank you. (she leaves)

Seasons In The Sun
Ric: (sees Diane) What are you doing here? I told you to have a week off!
Diane: (petulantly) I got bored.

Ric: Diane, it’s okay for you to fall apart, you know. Someone you were involved with died. You had a termination.
Diane: I don’t need to fall apart.

Diane: We should speak to Declan…
Ric: (distracted) Yeah.
Diane: Ric? What’s the matter?
Ric: I just talked to Kath. Chrissie had to have an emergency C-section; it doesn’t look like the baby’s going to make it.
(Diane is shocked and looks as though she’s about to cry)
Diane: Oh my God. Poor Chrissie. (pause) So we should speak to Declan…

(Diane is sitting in Kath’s office, staring out of the window, almost crying. Ric comes in)
Ric: Are you alright?
Diane: I’m fine.
Ric: I should have waited to tell you, I’m sorry…
Diane: No, no, it’s not your fault, it’s not the same, it’s… I… (she turns to face Ric)
Ric: What is it?
Diane: I just… I feel so sad… about Steve… and what I did…
Ric: You did what you had to.
Diane: I just feel as though I… I got rid of his… not baby, I’m not that stupid… but it was Steve’s…
(Diane looks at a box of Steve’s stuff)
Ric: I’ll get Kath to send that to Robbie.
Diane: No… I’ll deal with it, it’s the least I can do.
Ric: Diane, listen to me. You didn’t take anything away from Steve.
(Diane starts crying, and they hug)

Mum’s The Word
Tom: Ready to work with the big boys, Miss Lloyd?
Diane: You forget, Mr Campbell-Gore. I work with Ric.

Endgame
Ric: Well, I hear you’ve been hobnobbing with the cardio boys.
Diane: Well, a girl’s gotta eat. (leans close to him) Besides, a bit of networking never did anyone any harm.
Ric: And how was it?
Diane: (innocent) How was what?
Ric: The ball, Cinderella. Guest of honour on Campbell-Gore’s table?
Diane: Oh, well it was a shame that you were off earning your private bucks. It was fun. Tom’s quite a showman when he gets going.
(she moves away and Ric glares into space)

Ric: Come on Diane, you’re going to have to work a little faster than this if you want to get ahead.
Diane: (hurt) I’m going as fast as I can.

Ric: Well, if you want to move up, then it’s time to start taking more responsibility. Place two drains and close.
Diane: (shocked and confused) Pleasure.

Jess: You’re both coming tonight, aren’t you?
Diane: Actually Jess, about that… I’ve got a date…
Jess: Bring him along.
Diane: Well, I don’t really think it’s his scene (it’s Tom)
Jess: Never mind. The more men for us.
Ric: Come on Diane, stop gossiping.
Diane: Of course Mr Griffin.
Ric: So come on, tell me all the goss. Who is it?
Diane: Well… Tom’s asked for a second date.

Ric: We’ve been friends for a long time.
Diane: And we’re still friends. This doesn’t change anything, you know. You’ll always be the one I come to for advice.
Ric: Thank you.
Diane: Actually, there is something I wanted to talk about…
Ric: You slept with Campbell-Gore?
Diane: No! God no. It’s Alex.
Ric: With Alex Adams? Why, Diane?
Diane: It’s not that. He’s self-medicating.

Ric: I don’t want to be holding you back.
Diane: You aren’t. You don’t have to be responsible for me any more.
Ric: I care about you… (realises people are listening and shakes his head) your career, whatever makes you happy.
Diane: Thank you. But you have to accept that things change.

Parent Trap
Diane: At last! Where were you?
Ric: I overslept.
Diane: In your suit, by the look of things. (straightens his collar – aww!)
Ric: I was working late at the Hadlington.
Diane: That old chestnut.

Ric: Could you lend me ten pounds? I’ll pay you back.
Diane: You do earn more than me, you know.
Ric: So you know I’m good for it.
Diane: (hands over money) Right. And can I have back the other five that you owe me as well?
Ric: I’ll bring you the change.
Diane: How very kind!

Diane: So, what is it tonight? Poker or roulette? (Ric laughs) Well, as long as you win enough to pay me back.
Ric: That’s the idea.
Diane: Well, be careful.
Ric: You don’t approve of my leisure pursuits and I don’t approve of yours. (He looks towards Tom)

Carpe Diem
Ric: (looking at the patient) You know, I can’t understand why anyone would want to kill themselves.
Zubin: I don’t know. Wasn’t it the morning after your third stag do that you said to me “Kill me… kill me now…”
Diane: (laughing) How many did you do?
Zubin: All four. I was only best man twice though.
Ric: Anyway… I’d like to think that before I did something foolish, I’d try and talk to one of my friends. (looks at Diane)
Zubin: Yes, but not everyone’s as popular as you, Ric.
Ric: (to Diane) Speaking of popular, it looks like our clinical director’s back in your good books.
Diane: Not that he’s noticed.
Ric: That’s Tom Campbell-Gore for you. Be careful. I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.
Diane: Why, thank you Ric, that’s very sweet. But with a track record like yours, I’d leave the love advice to those better qualified.

Ric: You look… lovely… (looks her over)
Diane: Tom’s not coming… is he?
Ric: No… he’s gone.
Ed: Gone? Gone where?
Ric: I think… with Anita.
Ed: Anita? But Anita’s gone to New York!
Ric: I’m sure he was going to call you.
Ed: Tom Campbell-Gore a romantic. Who would have guessed?
Diane: He must really love her.
Ed: More than he loves us.
(Ed walks off)
Diane: I guess there’s no prize for runner-up then.
Ric: I’m sorry.
Diane: Are you?
Ric: Yes. I am. (kisses her head. She looks up and is a bit surprised, but she smiles)

Façade
Ric (to Tricia): I think an ex can add a certain amount of spice to life. Just when you think it’s all over, they come breezing back.

Just Getting By
Diane: It’s like we’re jinxed.

Ric: I don’t know if I can face it.
Diane: Alcohol, dancing… and a charity auction.
Zubin: Come on, Ric, you’re the clinical director; you need to make an appearance. Have a drink, forget about it.
Ric: I don’t…
Diane: Or we could just… get drunk.
Ric: That sounds… yeah.

Richard: Go on, Eric!
Ric: Oh, what the hell... £1000.
Diane: Oooh, Daddy!

Diane: Ric, what the hell were you thinking?
Ric: Come on, don’t be such a spoilsport. Drink?
Diane: No… it’s way past my bedtime. (kisses him) ‘Night.
Ric: Bye.
Richard: (approaching) Ah, Diana, leaving already?
Diane: Yes, well, let’s just say I’m not terribly fond of some of the guests.
(Ric laughs)
Diane: And, by the way, as I’ve told you repeatedly today, my name is not Diana, not Di, just Diane. (pause) But you can call me Miss Lloyd.
(Diane winks at Ric, he waves, and she leaves)

End of the Road
Diane (to Zubin): I’m worried about him.

Keep It In The Family
Ric: Who is it?
Diane: It’s me. Diane Lloyd, surgical registrar. We knew each other once.

The Devil You Know
Ric: I’ve got a lot of work to do.
Diane: Fine. Right. Well, that’s how it is when become important. You sit at your desk and you wade through red tape.
Ric: Look, there’s just a lot of work.
Diane: And sometimes it’s a good excuse to hide. (she goes and stands by the door but doesn’t leave)
Ric: What is it?
Diane: Ah – I’m worried about you.
Ric: I’m fine. Really.
Diane: Okay. (she doesn’t look convinced. She looks at him for a few more moments before leaving. Ric sighs)

Understanding
Diane: Are you sure I’ll be able to handle this?
Ric: You’ll have no problem with the surgery. You might want to work on your arrogance though.

Diane: You’ve got a lot of bags… are you changing hotels?
Ric: Listen… about that… walk with me to the lift…
Diane: Okay.
Ric: I’m not actually staying in a hotel… little mix-up with my credit card.
Diane: Where are you staying?
Ric: In my office.
Diane: Really?
Ric: Look, I was wondering, could I just crash at your place for a few days, just until…
Diane: I really don’t think…
Ric: Just for a few days…
Diane: I don’t think it’s a very good idea… with the history…
Ric: I’m not asking to restart our relationship, I’m just…
Diane: Look… it’s a really tiny flat… it just…
Ric: Okay. (he starts to walk off)

Diane: I just wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea.
Ric: You know, this probably explains why all your relationships…
Diane: What?
Ric: No… nothing…
Diane: You mean why I’m still single? (looks annoyed, and storms off)

Mubbs: Do you want me to page Ric?
Diane: I think I can manage without him!

Oepedius Wrecks
Ric: Ah… I was talking to Tom… (he looks at Diane)
Diane: He’s said something about me, hasn’t he?
Ric: He mentioned something about your attitude…
Diane: (angry) My attitude? Who the hell does he think he is?
Ric: Whatever the circumstances, I’m sure you had your reasons. But don’t make an enemy of him. He does have influence.
Diane: Please tell me he’s only back at Holby temporarily.
Ric: I wish I could.
(Diane sighs and looks away)

Ric: (putting an arm around Diane) So, what are you doing tonight?
Diane: I’m on call.
Ric: That’s a pity.
Diane: Why?
Ric: That’s the third time you’ve been on call this week. You’re not seeing someone from Trauma that you’re not telling me about, are you?
Diane: I wish! No, I don’t mind it actually, it’s not like I’ve got anything better to do.
Ric: Well, I find that hard to believe. I thought you had quite the social life.
Diane: No… actually, my best offer tonight was from Tom.
(Ric is shocked)
Ric: Really?
Diane: I know! I mean, as if!
Ric: Well, I’m glad to hear it.
Diane: (looking slightly upset) Not if he was the last man on earth. No. God no!
(pause)
Diane: Why are you looking at me like that? (Ric shrugs) No way Ric, I’m not going back there.