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I need someone in my life. I need a girl to hold me tight.

Someone to make me feel, make me feel all right.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

Won't somebody tell me what I've done wrong?

I'm sorry to keep you, but since you're in the building... That's Matron.

And Mr Rose.

No trouble, Matron.

He can't possibly know that. Yes, I can.

There's no authority in them footsteps.

It's a half smell down here.

That's the dust of ages, Barry's lad.

Smells more like mice today.

Right, well, I'm off for my tea. We'll sort that valve out in the morning.

The spider's out of the... Poor man. Poor man. Poor man.

Poor man. Poor man. Poor man. Poor man. Poor man. Poor man.

Poor man. Poor man.

Yes, well, it's probably felt the power of malaria.

It's resistant to quinidine.

Oh, really? I've ordered a new drug from the pharmacy. It'll be here tomorrow.

So start him on that and we'll see how we get on. In the meantime, just keep

cool with the fan and keep his fluid levels up. Yes, but... I'm sorry,

no buts. I'm so late, you wouldn't believe.

Good night.

Good night, Doctor.

Headache?

No.

Vomiting?

No.

Good as new, I say.

No problem.

The knee's still very sore.

Yes, of course it is. You've torn every ligament you've got. Talk to Matron

about it. My concern is the state of your skull.

All things being equal, I think you can chuck him out of here in 48 hours.

Thank you. Cheerio.

Am I really ready to go home? If Mr Rose says so.

You'll be on crutches for a while, of course.

It might be easier if your wife makes up a bed for you downstairs.

What?

Will that be difficult?

Won't have to be, will it?

All right, I'm done.

What's happened?

Laurie's driver says they both took the corner a bit wide and the lad's giddy.

He was thrown clear.

But the driver reckons he saw the lass go straight into the wall. How long ago?

20 minutes.

Hello? I'm going to do a home run.

Any idea on the occasion?

Cost of boats and everything.

Hello there.

Can you hear me?

Hmm.

Can you tell me what your name is?

Where's Laura?

Multiple abrasions to scalp.

Pupil is dilated and not responding.

She's bleeding from the left ear and I think there's a probable middle cranial

phosphor fracture.

OK, check BP and get X -rayed here straight away. Give me a kiss for me,

OK, good.

Please.

Where's Laura?

She's just on the other side of that room.

She's been very well looked after.

Fracture of left scapula and left clavicle. Left side haemothorax.

All ribs on the left side.

That's fractured.

The pressure very low.

Abdomen's distended.

Probable rupture of liver and spleen.

It's no trouble, honestly.

Let me make you a nice cup of tea.

It'll be a while before the doctors have anything to tell you.

Not about Laura.

As soon as I've sorted you out, okay?

I'm going to keep you in for a couple of days. There's some x -rays. That's

about the safe side. But I think that you haven't done anything more than give

yourself some nasty cuts and bruises, so you're a very, very lucky young man.

Dr. Omrod.

Frankly, with these injuries I'm amazed she lasted as long as she did.

Time of death... 1855.

Mother's outside.

Okay.

Can you tidy her up a little bit, please?

She would have felt no pain, Mrs Galbraith.

She wouldn't have known anything about it.

Can I see her?

Well, if you'd like to.

He's all right.

Yes, yes, he is.

How can he be all right when Laura's dead?

Look,

he's OK.

He's not!

He's got no right being alive!

He should have been killed, not my Laura!

I'm so sorry.

Just come and sit down.

Murderer!

See now, come on.

Look, I know this is a terrible time for bunkers. And it's all their fault!

Has Mr. Cording's wife been able to visit him at all since

we've been here?

No, she hasn't, though he mentioned it.

Is it important?

I need to know what kind of home care is available to him when he leaves.

He doesn't seem to want to talk about it.

Maybe Dr. Omarad could have a word.

He's good at that sort of thing.

Right. Let's give that old boy a little good talking to.

I'm freezing. I can't get warm. You take these pills and you'll be as warm as

toast. The doctor got them in specially for you.

Yes, well, as much as we enjoy your company tremendously, you really can't

here forever, you know.

Just another week. Just till I feel a bit stronger. Yes, well, just lying

here is not going to get you any stronger, is it? And that knee needs

mend. And we've got to get your other muscles up and working again.

And I'm sure your wife would love you to be back home as soon as possible,

wouldn't she? I doubt it.

Is your wife perhaps... not cut out to be the old ministering angel?

I don't know what she's cut out to be anymore, that's the truth of it. When I

fell down them stairs, she'd have stood there.

If the neighbour called the ambulance, she'd take herself off to bed.

I'm sorry, Dennis.

I don't mean to pry.

I really am only trying to help. Then let me stay a bit longer.

Please, Doctor, don't send me home just yet.

I can't face it.

I don't think I can take it any more.

One gold locket on a chain.

One wristwatch.

One engagement ring.

Not her ring. She wasn't engaged.

She was wearing it.

You can keep it then. She's not touching it.

She's not taking anything off that. I'll keep it here in case you change your

mind.

Mrs Gilbraith, I'm afraid there's going to have to be a coroner's inquest before

we release.

I'm in a post -mortem.

I can't breathe.

All right.

I'll take you down to my office. For

thine

is the power and the glory for all eternity.

of poor little Laura and for her poor, demented mother.

I heard what happened in casualty last night.

I'm so sorry.

It must have been dreadful for you both.

Grief is a terrible thing.

We shall strive to find grace through it.

Brian, I need to take your pulse.

When can I go home?

Not for a bit.

You bumped your head, see, so we need to keep an eye on you.

Okay. Meanwhile, you seem to be doing fine, though.

Were you off on holiday?

No.

She was my life. I only ever wanted the best for her.

They offered her a place at Cambridge, you know.

Really? Physics.

She'd have been the only female student in the entire year.

girl, eh?

That's what I didn't understand.

I mean, she'd watched me mess my chances with a deadbeat and yet she couldn't

wait to do the same with that useless little infant boy.

She wouldn't see reason.

People in love rarely do love.

She was 18.

What would she know about love?

I'm going to give you some ointment for that eczema of yours and I'm going to

prescribe a mild sedative just so that you get a bit of sleep, all right?

And will Laura be there when I wake up?

Hey, what's going on?

That's been chewed, that.

I told you I could smell mice.

We will keep biscuits in your pockets.

It's not my fault.

Oh, well, never mind that now.

If we have got mine, it'll be both our heads on the blight. So forget the

boiler. We'll find out how many of the little blighters we've got.

April of this year, a skull to the lower abdomen.

Said he knocked a pot off.

February before that, a deep gash to the forearm.

Christmas before that, a black eye.

You're not seriously suggesting that Mrs. Cording inflicted those injuries,

you? All I know is that the man's desperately upset at the thought of

home.

And quite honestly, these are the classic sort of injuries that do come

violence. And him a grown man.

It does happen, Major.

I mean, I hope I'm wrong, but you do understand my concern.

I do, yes.

Maybe I should have a word with her.

Is that wise?

Whether you're right about this or not, I've still got to make the home call.

Mr. Cording is going to be on Crutcher for quite a while.

Leave it with me. I'll see what I can find out.

Thanks.

Is this for Bridget?

In a minute, Mr. Greengrass.

What are you doing, then?

Nothing, Matron.

It hardly looks like nothing.

Just checking the pipes under the shelves.

Nathan.

What for?

Oh, uh, usual.

Quarterly. Check.

They're okay, aren't they?

I'm only going to put them in the steriliser for tomorrow.

Are you all right, Alan?

Yeah. I'm just, uh, looking for something.

report for tomorrow's list.

How's Brian Winston this morning?

As well as can be expected.

Thank you, staff. David, I had a similar incident to you yesterday. I came

across a road accident on my way home.

Oh, was it bad?

Well, in this case, it wouldn't have made any difference if I'd had the

equipment or not, but it made me think. Have you heard of a chap called Ken

Easton? Apparently he's working on something similar over at Catterick. He

it immediate care. Yeah, I know.

Absolutely appalling, really.

What? Well, something so obvious as... Having an emergency kit on hand when you

actually need it. I mean, why haven't we been doing that for years?

I mean, that's what's appalling.

I can't believe you were going to elope.

Running away abroad.

We weren't going abroad.

We just thought we might need passports for identification.

At a registry office.

You must have known I'd never have recognised that sort of marriage.

Yeah. But you were going to do it anyway.

Is that what she wanted? Stop it!

What does it matter now, anyway?

She's dead.

I loved her more than anything in the world, and now she's gone.

Can't you just leave it at that?

Marjorie.

I'm so sorry.

I know you think...

I haven't forbidden them to see each other. I don't blame you.

I'm sorry for what I said last night.

I'm very glad you're alive and unhurt.

Thank you.

I loved her so much.

Good.

I hope you have a very long life, Brian.

Because I want you to live every day of it, suffering your loss.

As I shall suffer mine.

You and your precious faith.

This is where hell is, Mrs. Linton.

Right here.

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I

believe in yesterday Suddenly

Thank you.

You were wrong, weren't you? I've not got malaria at all. I mean, malaria

do this, does it? Oh, no, you've got malaria all right, Mr Greengrass.

It's just that now you have a nice rash to go with it.

Now, I wonder what you did to deserve that.

Come in here.

Have you ever read any of Michael Ballant's papers?

Have a stop for me.

Not word for word, no.

That's very interesting.

He says... that we should consider our patients as having three separate but

interlocking aspects to their lives, right?

Social, physical, and psychological.

Yep, I'm with you so far.

And because they are like interlocking circles, if something goes wrong with

of the aspects, then it has an effect on the other, so that sometimes what

presents itself as a medical problem may well have its origins elsewhere.

Do you think of it? If that was true, I would have been presented with a

screaming ab -dabs years ago.

You're talking about Richard Gilbraith.

I think her eczema's a symptom of something else, you know. I think she

deeply neurotic woman way before this tragedy with her daughter.

Sister Bridget says, could you take a quick look at Mr Greengrass, please?

come out all spotty.

Now, what's that a symptom of, do you think?

Being in a pain in the backside.

Right, well, there's no mice on the boards.

There's no standing casualty. Right, well, that just leaves the outbuildings

the attic. You set some straps down here and I'll go check the other places. If

they're only in the cellar, with a bit of luck, you might just have got away

with it. Right.

It's really rather decorative when you look at it from the right angle.

Very droll.

Anyway, it's only hives.

Hives? Probably just a nasty allergic reaction to that new drug we started you

on. Which is a shame, really, because it seems to be getting to grips with your

malaria. Anyway, Sister Bridget is going to swipe some more of your blood for a

parasite count.

Oh, yeah.

I wonder how many left at this rate.

Yes, well, I'm sure you'll be able to manage something.

And if you ask her very, very nicely, she might be able to give you something

nice and soothing for the rash.

I hope it's not too newfangled. Not if it does this to you.

I'll finish it with a rash somewhere else.

Yes, well, we use a very advanced formula, Mr Greengrass.

It's what we in the medical profession call calamine lotion.

Not too deep, are they?

A lot of the shorter it is.

But we can't rely on Mrs. Cording to even be there, let alone care for her

husband when he goes home. And Dennis has no idea what's been happening.

Perhaps you could tell him.

Me? If you're not in too much of a hurry to get home, of course.

Hiya. Hi.

Can I do something for you?

Oh, yes.

Well, um...

It's a bit confidential, really.

Mr. Cheriton, in my job, I have to be the very soul of the insgression.

Good. Right.

Well, um... It's about staff nurse Taylor.

Yeah?

I was just wondering, um... Is nurse Taylor attached?

Attached?

Attached to what?

Well, I mean, she... You know...

Walking out?

Walking out?

You mean she's packed in her job?

Well, it's best I've heard of it if she is.

No, I don't mean that.

Have I caught your nice girl, Meryl?

I'm surprised she doesn't have a boyfriend.

Oh, there we are.

Probably waiting for Mr Wright to come along.

I'm not sure I care where she's got to.

Things that bad?

I wouldn't know where to start.

Here.

That's her a couple of years ago, on her 50th birthday.

She's a handsome woman.

Aye, she was.

Before she stopped smiling once and for all.

Oh, I know women of that age go through a, well, difficult time.

I tried to be patient.

Didn't you try to talk to her about it?

There didn't seem to be any point.

She just started, I don't know, switching off.

She stopped listening to me, she stopped talking to me.

Quite frankly, Doctor, I was so glad of the peace and quiet, I just didn't want

to rock the boat any more.

I'm sorry.

We used to be so in love.

Who'd have thought it'd come to this, eh?

Excuse me, Doctor.

Did you see where Brian Linton went to?

You'll lose your balance, you don't have to believe me. You can't stop me, I

can't now. Come on, get down.

Not bad for the time of year, is it?

Ken, you're not throwing chimney pots off the roof again, are you?

Slipped and just froze.

I can't get him to move.

Ken, can you do me a favour?

There's a sink in the sluice room blocked up.

Can you take a look at it for me?

Yes.

Right. Got a good hold of you.

But we need to hurry.

Take a step with me.

Right, I've got a hold of you.

That's it.

Come on, Mo.

Come in. Come in.

You sit down and get your legs back for a bit. All right? All right.

Well done.

Could have been nothing.

How did you know he was... Look, do you want to talk about it here, or should we

go somewhere more comfortable?

Are you all right, love?

What are you doing here?

You haven't been here all night.

Hey, come on, love. Talk to me.

Are you OK?

OK, look.

Don't go away. I'm going to get some help.

You must never take an attempted suicide lightly.

I'm not.

I just think that if he was so easily distracted when he saw that Ken needed

help, he couldn't have been that focused on killing himself.

And he did come down without any argument.

What do you think, sister?

Well, I wasn't there, obviously, but I tend to agree.

He just suffered a terrible tragedy.

And the things that girl's mother was saying to him on the ward, wicked,

dreadful things.

And he wanted to be devastated.

So you think this was a temporary derangement? It was a passing impulse?

He's not mentally ill.

He's heartbroken.

Look, he's from a church -going family. Let me have a word with him.

Give that back to him when you do.

Come along. What are you sitting around for? Doesn't anybody do any work in this

place? What have you got for me?

What's up?

Appendectomy, hernia, ingrained toenail and ovarian sprain. Good. I'll do the

hernia first.

Thought any more about my offer?

Sir? Coming round to the General and working for me there.

You're quite useful here, sir. Small beer, young man, and small beer.

Thank you again, Sister.

Yes, Mr.

Greengrass. Sister, I'm telling you the truth.

Flaming mouse on the top of the curd rail. Yes, and I'm the Queen of the May.

I'm being serious.

Mr. Greengrass, you have been delirious, but you're not delirious anymore

because your treatment's working quite nicely.

And if you're trying to pull a fast one, I'd appreciate it if you'd be a bit

more original.

Ken, Ken, come here. Hey, you can see it, can't you?

See what, Mr. Greengrass?

Mouse!

Look at... Will you not try a bite to eat?

Sucker. Sucker, please.

Then find it.

Hot pack, he says.

Hey,

Alan, I've just seen one of them. Stop, I'm looking for the sucker, sorry.

Another hot pack, please, stop.

Looking like a teddy bear.

I've got the sucker, Mr. Rose.

About time.

It doesn't seem to be working, Mr. Rose.

Fresh hot packs, please, Dr. Taylor.

I know what it's like to love someone so much you can't conceive of not being

with them all the time. But you're talking about God.

Laura and me, we were like two halves of the same person. Does that have to

change? Of course it does.

Physically, perhaps.

But wasn't your love so special because it was a... a spiritual union?

A meeting of two souls?

Yeah.

It was.

Well, then. Yeah, I know all that, but... the rest of my life...

It's so long a time to be without her.

Then you must have courage, Brian.

Do you really think we'll meet again?

In paradise?

Have you stopped believing it?

I don't know.

I can say all the right words, but... it's not as easy as that, is it?

There's nothing in the book that says it's going to be easy.

Trust in the Lord, Brian.

Now's the time you need your faith more than anything.

It'll help.

I promise.

I wish at this moment I could believe.

I can think of nothing I'd like better than to know she was with some kind of

loving God.

I believed there was someone up there who could make it easier for me.

That's why Brian's mother banned them from seeing each other, you know.

Thought we were godless atheists.

But you can't force belief, can you?

It's not my problem, Mrs Kilbride.

My job is to promote healing.

And how do you heal a wound like this?

I don't know.

Perhaps the first step is not to make it any worse.

How much worse can it be? A great deal.

We found Brian on the hospital roof last night.

We think he may have been considering suicide.

Mrs Gilbray, there's more than enough pain for you all as it is.

Laura loved him enough to want to marry him.

Can you not find it in you to make your peace with him and his mother, if only

for her sake?

I'm going to go.

Physically, fine.

You should be allowed to go home by then.

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

I am, however, a little bit concerned about his state of mind. Why?

Well, it's a terrible thing to lose the love of your life. I do know that,

Doctor. I lost my own husband five years ago.

Right, well, then you'll appreciate the sort of depression, really, that can

accompany this sort of grief. Of course.

When Brian's father died, without the love of my family and the support of my

church, well, I don't know what I'd have done.

As long as that Gilbraith woman keeps her evil tongue to herself, then my son

will manage just fine. Mrs. Linton, that Gilbraith woman...

has lost an awful lot more than you have, and I gather she has less support

you, so, I don't know, a little bit of Christian charity, maybe?

Oh, Brian.

You look so much better.

I'm OK.

Sister Bridget's a very special person.

Do we have any idea who she is?

Well, not unless there's anything in her bag over there.

I'll ring round the institutions as soon as I get a minute.

Probably a good idea.

She's suffering from hypothermia.

Just rubbish.

Bits of newspaper.

Shopping list.

The address on this envelope, that's where I was yesterday.

It's where Dennis Cording lives.

That can't be Mrs Cording, can it?

No, no, no, no.

No, this isn't her.

Her husband showed me a photograph of her yesterday.

You said a door was open. I think this poor soul just wandered in off the

and started to pinch his stuff.

Yes, all right, I'll tell him about that as well.

In the meantime, start warming her up and, um...

Get some fluids inside her.

Sister, um... What exactly did you say to Brian?

Less than 24 hours ago, he was threatening to throw himself off the

look at him.

Well, grief can shake faith very badly.

Sometimes all that's needed is a little reminder of where your strength comes

from.

The future doesn't look as terrible as it did, that's all.

Whatever you thought about Laura, we loved each other, and we always...

I'm arranging Laura's funeral for next Friday.

I have no other family.

Perhaps we might find it easier if we all sat together.

I just thought it's, um... Well, it might be someone you know.

Aye, I see.

Aye, I know her.

That's Betty. That's me wife.

What? What's happened to her? Why's she in here?

How long has she been like this?

It's hard to say.

She's been putting on weight and letting herself go for months.

Dennis.

I think there might be something wrong with your wife.

It's more than just simple hypothermia.

She's gone senile, hasn't she?

Well, no.

I'm not terribly sure that she has.

In fact, I'm going to run some investigations, see if they'll help us.

Will she have to go into her home?

I'm sure it won't come to that.

Look, don't worry.

We're going to take good care of her.

Nurse, while you're down here, will you make a series of physio appointments for

Mr. Cording, please?

Surely. Thank you.

What are you thinking?

A break -up of a marriage does make people behave in odd ways, but it

wipe them out like this.

Recent weight gain, puffy face, poor eyebrows, mood changes.

I think this could be Floyd Mixoedema.

Excuse me.

I'm going to catch Mr Rose before he leaves.

Mice?

What do you mean, mice?

We've been having a bit of a problem with them, Mr Rose.

And they've obviously been having a go at some of the wiring.

May I remind you, ladies and gentlemen, that this is an operating theatre.

A supposedly sterile environment where poor, benighted individuals trust me to

rummage round in their innards without being overrun by vermin. Yes, Mr Rose,

but we've seen none in here, mind.

You must be out of your mind to want to remain in a dump like this.

Yes, Mr Rose.

Ah, Mr Rose.

All finished for the day? What do you want?

What do I want?

Well, nothing too urgent, really.

I just wonder whether I could enlist your support for the idea of setting up

immediate care kit for, um, well, situations outside of the hospital.

care.

This is where you need immediate care, Dr. Omerod.

Put your own house in order before attempting anything more difficult.

Anyone care to enlighten me?

Oh, Rachel.

How was Mrs. Gilbrace when you took her to see her daughter?

As you'd expect, distraught.

I did try to persuade her not to make things any worse, though, this feud

between her and the Linsen family.

Well, that obviously had an effect. She'd just been on the ward and invited

most funerals. Really?

And how is Brian?

He's better, which does concern me, rather.

Why?

Well, he'd gone from losing his girlfriend through trying to commit

serene acceptance in the shortest space of time. I don't know. I think it...

This Max is not facing the issue, not really facing the reality of his loss.

Do you think he might try to harm himself again?

I'm not a fortune teller, and I've no evidence to suggest that he might. I

just... I'm not very happy about letting him go home so soon, that's all.

I simply can't give up a bed on the basis that someone might need

evaluation at some point.

No, I know. You must either commit to this course of action or discharge him,

I'm afraid, Dr Wetherill.

Are you on duty tomorrow?

No. Why?

Well, I just wondered if you'd fancy going to the cinema.

Or a drink or something.

Yeah, that'd be nice. I haven't been to the pictures for ages.

Right.

I need a word, Mr Greengrass. I'm in deep trouble.

Go away and leave me alone, Ken. I'm a sick man.

I need your help.

Oh, yeah?

We've got a spot to bother with there.

You know what?

I don't know what you're talking about. It begins with M and ends in I. Does it?

Well, you haven't got a problem then, have you? Because it was just me

hallucinating, wasn't it? I couldn't say anything earlier on, could I? There

were too many people listening. Now they all know.

It's about time you found out who your friends are.

Mr Greengrass.

Claude. I mean, you're a gentleman of the country, aren't you? I mean, you

about these things.

It'll cost you.

A bottle of stout?

You've got more chance than knitting fog.

A bottle of scotch?

Half a bottle.

All right.

It's a deal.

There's a farmer out at Southwaite. He's got one of these, like, big smoke guns.

He uses it to smoke the little devils out of his barn. That's what you need.

And?

And?

That's all you're getting for half a bottle of scotch.

I want the other half, if you want his address.

You off now?

Yeah. Good luck.

Thanks. Listen, Brian, remember, if you have any problems at all, OK, even if

you just want somebody to talk to, I'm here and I'm available, OK?

You'll be fine, Doctor.

Thank you for everything, Sister Bridget. It was nothing.

Not true.

You helped me understand how important it is to trust God and be brave.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Doctor.

All the tests show that your wife's thyroid functions are virtually nil.

So what does that mean?

Well, apart from its role in the body, the thyroid also controls a lot of the

emotions.

So when the gland isn't working anymore, the... Well, the physical effects are

obvious. Weight gain, coarsening of the skin.

What aren't so well known are the mental effects.

I thought it was early senility.

It used to be called myxoedema madness.

They used to put people away for it.

So she will have to go into a home. I said old days.

The good news is, these days, it's eminently treatable.

Oh.

Have you any idea what an infestation of vermin can do to a hospital?

Yes. And why wasn't I informed?

We thought we could deal with it.

And we are dealing with it, Major, and we've just hired a special piece of

agricultural equipment and...

Well, they're only nesting in the cellar, and once we've destroyed the

we'll have it sorted, I promise.

I hope so, Ken. Otherwise, I shall have to inform the authorities.

And quite apart from them wanting their own pest control people to deal with it,

I would imagine they'll have a few questions to ask of you.

You'd never want to get on that thing again.

You can't spend the rest of your life being scared, can you?

Well, don't do it now.

I never will.

Good morning, the Royal.

Hang on a sec, I'll have to ask.

Dr Wetherill, it's Mr Scripps, the undertaker.

He'd had some flowers delivered for Miss Gilbraith's funeral, but he thinks

there might be a mistake.

All right, Lizzie, thanks.

Hello, Mrs. Cripps. Jill Weatherford, please.

Sorry, what's the problem?

Right, what exactly does it say on the card, Gilligan?

Oh, Dr. Omrod, your wife just rang. Can you pick up the children out of the

piano lesson? Because she won't be back till later.

She knows I'm on call.

All right, Mrs. Cripps, yeah, leave it with me.

Thanks.

Brian Linton has just sent a dozen red roses to his girlfriend's funeral.

And on the card he's written, See you soon, darling.

Let's put this thing through its paces.

It's just that I'd quite like to talk to you.

No, no, there's no problem.

But if you could find out if Brian's at his friend's house and let me know, I

would be very grateful.

Okay, thank you. Bye -bye.

With the crutches or with my wife?

Both.

I don't know.

It's got to be really strange, isn't it?

I mean, I've spent the last year or so just cutting myself off from her,

thinking it was something I just had to put up with.

Well, you weren't to know, were you?

You can't blame yourself for responding to things as you found them.

The point is, even when things were at their worst, you didn't leave, did you?

You didn't try to end your marriage.

25 years is a lot just to throw away.

But it's not going to be easy.

No, it's not.

She'll be on a lifelong regime of pills.

But that smiling woman in the photograph, she will come back, Dennis.

All you have to decide is whether you want to as well.

What's that they say?

It's always better the second time around?

Yeah.

Something like that.

Well, I didn't know, did I?

Listen, I'm going to go and check to see if I'm doing it properly.

They can have a go, yeah? Right, OK, but listen.

Go down the end of that side or something. Keep it away from the ward.

I'm not a complete idiot.

I'm, um... I'll call the coroner when I get back to the hospital.

You might do me a favour, but do you want to be on call this evening? I mean,

know it's my turn, but things are just a little bit problematic.

I'll return the favour whenever you like. It's just I've got an emergency on

domestic life.

Thanks. I won't forget it.

It wouldn't be working if it didn't make all that much smoke, would it?

So it's okay then? Of course it is. But there is one thing I forgot to tell you.

What's that?

Well, whatever else you do, keep it away from the drains.

It's the methane gas down there. It don't mix too well with the hot smoke

tends to, you know, burn.

tends to explode.

Look, I'm awfully fine.

It's all right. It's probably just one of those days.

It's just that, well, I'm still very new here.

Is the bond that people see unwilling to muck in?

Of course it is.

Perhaps you could go out another time?

Sure, excuse me. I'll have to go and change.

You all right?

Hey, Alan.

I've just heard that you're not supposed to use that machine anywhere near

drains. No, you haven't, have you? Me? No, of course not.

Why would I want to do a thing like that?

No, I got it wrong, didn't I? That's all there is to it.

Not necessarily.

No, Brian is dead.

Because I didn't think that I had enough evidence to keep him here. Well, isn't

that fair enough? No, it's not fair enough. I didn't look deep enough.

As for Mr.

Bridget... No, you know it's not her fault.

She was offering comfort the best way she knew how.

Jill, Brian took a clear and positive decision to end his life because he

to be reunited with his fiancée.

He'd have done it with or without you.

Or Sister Bridget.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know... When you're ready, I think Sister Bridget

would appreciate a word from you. She isn't taking this very well.

I'm sorry I pushed you for a dissident on Brian, Dr Weatherall.

I know you weren't happy about it, but... But you can't treat patients on

instinct, can you?

No.

I'm just thinking about your case.

Dennis and Betty Cording. That's the kind of case we'd all like, isn't it,

Two people in the most terrible situation. We prescribed some pills and

turns out okay.

Wouldn't it be lovely if all our cases could be called that easily, eh?

Come on.

I didn't mean to bite your head off back there.

I always get touchy when I'm wet.

Probably best not to go swimming with you then.

Best not.

Let's take the picture then.

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