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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?

Keep on running.

Keep on hiding.

One fine day, I'm going to be the one.

Oh,

yeah, I'm going to be your man.

This is exactly what I've been on about.

What happened?

I get called out to see a man who's scolded himself.

When I get back to the factory, what he's done is spilled a cold room of

water into his industrial Wellington boots.

Basically, he's cooked his feet.

I don't have enough dressing. I don't have strong enough painkillers.

And when the ambulance arrives, they don't have anything either.

Well, listen, all I can say is, if you want to have another go at Little Ditch

when we see him later, I will back you up 100 % for it.

Thank you.

That means a lot.

With a bit of luck, we'll have the results back by the end of the day.

I'm sorry to put you to so much trouble.

You know what my Aunt Mary's like.

I do, yes.

I was only a bit tired.

My own doctors put me in to see a perfectly good specialist to do some

a couple of weeks.

Oh, no, I have to see her doctor as well. You can't be too careful.

You are running a slight temperature, and the fact that your lymph glands are

shows you've got some sort of infection.

Don't worry.

We'll know more when we get the results of this.

For those of you who haven't met him before, this is Mr Harper, who has been

commissioned by the District Health Authority to conduct a time and motion

on the way that we work here.

Mr Harper will be with us until the end of the week.

and I have assured the authorities that we will give him our fullest cooperation

at all times.

Quite.

Dr. Weatherall, would you be so kind as to start Mr. Harper off in casualty?

Yes, of course.

You'd follow me?

Mr. Middleditch, um... Sorry, I don't mean to go on, but there was yet another

incident today where I found myself with inadequate supplies to treat a patient

properly on site, and we really must have...

Adequate supplies, on standby, and I'm afraid all the time.

Dr. Allmarada, I am as keen as you are to have an immediate care kit.

It's simply that the kitty is empty.

I really am sorry.

Well, on the other hand, I suppose we could always set up a fund and pay for

thing ourselves.

Right. Now, casualty.

Mr. Harper is the gateway to the hospital. He's the first contact that

nursing staff have with sick and injured people, some of whom need very urgent

medical attention. So I suggest that you find yourself a little corner. He

stands still, and you try not to get in anybody's way. OK.

Oh, hello. You're that Johnny.

Yeah, I know.

Johnny Arrow.

That's the one.

He's backing him up.

Well, Mr.

Greengrass... Keep getting better at this rate and you'll be able to go home

the end of the week.

That's good, isn't it?

You potty of a mutt.

I'm not even sure I've got home to go to.

And even if I have, I'm so skint I couldn't afford to buy it, even if it

free.

I'll stop here, thank you.

Courtesy of the good old NHS.

You can't stop here if you're not ill.

Can't I? You watch me.

Nurse, nurse.

I've been told I've got to increase my liquid intake.

Any chance of a cup of tea, three sugars, not too much milk?

I'll see what I can do, Mr Greengrass.

You want to get yourself booked in here for a fortnight.

So, it's just there. Can you see?

It's a simple fracture, but it does need to be plastered up all the time.

You can't do that.

If I can, I'm quite good at this.

No, I mean I'm a jockey. I'm meant to be riding on Friday.

Well, put it this way, Mr Carroll, either you miss this race because your

in the plaster or you miss a lot because it isn't. And we need to keep you in

overnight to check for a concussion. Right,

let's start by getting your trousers off, shall we?

John, John.

Let me count all the junk.

Him won't, Lord. He's broken his ankle.

We're riding this thing in the 130 at York on Friday, then? No, there's more

chance of knitting fog.

What? What, Johnny? What?

What do you fancy in the 130?

You're down for a ride. You must have some idea.

It's between the two favourites.

Depends on what the going's like.

How do you mean?

Oh, look.

Keep an eye on the weather between now and Friday, all right?

If you have any more rain and it's soft to heavy, yellow peril's a certainty.

If it clears up and it's good to firm, white lightning's a good thing.

Good you know that, Claude. You could do with the wind, get you back to

Barbados. Here you go, Captain.

Think it's mine.

Mind you, I'll tell you something, Johnny.

You're better off in here, cos that thing you were down to ride's got no

You never know with loose guys.

You see, the form...

It's not been in a frame for the last six rooms.

It lasts twice. I'm not surprised it's 33 to 1.

Have you seen it?

You're probably right.

I will fly a yellow paper sun in your sky When

the wind is high When the wind is high

There are several things it could be, Fran.

But the first of those, your blood test, do suggest there's more to it than just

an infection.

Well, what else could it be?

I know it's worrying for you, for all of you.

But I wouldn't like to make a proper diagnosis without running some more

More tests?

Just some more blood.

And it might be worth doing a biopsy.

Take some tissue, bone marrow.

You need to come to the hospital tomorrow.

We're going shopping in Scarborough tomorrow.

Steve can stay over with us.

And then we'll drive you in first thing in the morning, get it over and done

with.

But can I always go shopping another day?

You're joking.

You've got to run him.

There'll never be a chance like this again.

upon you for naught.

Get Green away to ride him. He's a good job, man. Tell him if he wins, he'll cop

for a monkey.

He'll win, all right.

For five months, a quid he'd win riding his grandmother.

He's 33 to one in a life, right?

I want a grandon.

So there's another hernia.

Thank you, old boy, no complications.

And then there's the gallstones.

Fat, fair, flatulent and fortified.

Pretty much.

But if you could put the bone marrow by it for some of it, the sooner we know

the results, the better, really. Big increase in the white corpus and count?

Five, yes.

Five. Now, it's not a big up.

You'll be back on the ward before you know it, and you can have a nice cup of

tea when you wake up.

Thanks.

Honestly, I would have thought you'd grown out of all that, man.

Uncle Ken. Ah, well, you'd have thought wrong, wouldn't you? So there.

No, no. It's to raise money for the immediate care phone.

I don't suppose you'd be interested in a couple of tickets, would you, sister?

I suppose it's worth half a crown to not have you nagging me.

How much time do you allot to each patient, considering their signature?

Ah, it depends what's wrong with them, really.

All right, put it this way.

How many do you see during surgery hours?

It depends how many there are.

Lights are off. Anyone will do.

Probably got themselves pinned under a train or something at Elthamby Station.

Right, go on. I'll cover for you.

You are a hero.

And this time I'm going to prepare properly.

Hello, Johnny.

I think we'll run a few winners when it gets better.

And he caroled, bent, as a nine -bob note.

I knew that one, Blue Sky's form.

He's not been trying on it, he's been hooking it up.

Why? Oh, well, it's the oldest dodge in the book, isn't it? Him and the trainer

are in it together.

You get a good horse, right? Keep strangling it, get some weight off its

Wait until the punters are sick and tired of backing it. Now, when it's a

price, in you go and cop for a nice touch.

That's Dutonius. Of course it is. But very profitable, the funny thing is.

For one time, it's a race in certainty. You can't ride it, can you?

That's why they've had to bring a new jockey in on Friday.

I heard them arranging it on the phone. They're having thousands on it, and it's

33 to 1 in their life.

We're going to cop a few quid out of souls here, Bernie, trust me.

Where is he? Into the station, straight down the platform, and you'll see what's

happened. He better get a move on.

He's trapped right under the flatbed.

Can you help me with this, please? Oh, I can't come with you.

I've got to wait here until the ambulanceman where to go.

Then when the crane comes... All right, all right.

I'll manage this myself.

So, all we've got to do is scrape together every penny we can find, bung

on blue skies, and Roberta's your auntie.

Thank you.

I'm not sure about all this.

Look, you're the one that said I shouldn't be stopping.

I'm just trying to get a few quid to take home.

I suppose.

Thank you. Right, what you do is you tell everybody I'm running a book on the

130 at York and I'm giving better odds than anybody else. Just make sure you

all the money up front.

And the other thing is, don't take any bets on blue skies, all right?

Yes, Sister Bridget, she could be your first customer.

What are you up to now, Mr Greengrass?

We've just decided to go into the bookmaking business.

Go on, ask her.

I don't suppose you nuns are interested in gambling, are you?

Hello,

Jerry.

And that's all, Roy.

Let's take a look at you, shall we?

All right.

That's all right.

Okay. I'm going to lose motion. It's in the box. You get it for me, please.

Now, I'm going to try and make this a bit less painful for you, okay, Jerry?

I'm going to give you a way of getting this off.

I know it's difficult, but I want you to try and relax.

All right?

I'm going to give you some morphine, which is going to kick in very, very

Okay?

Don't worry.

Listen, have you had it yet?

I'm just really, really tired.

I'm not surprised.

It'll be the sea air.

Steve,

I may be quite ill, you know.

Well, then you're in the best place, darling.

These doctors, they know what they're doing.

How many will you have?

I'll have four.

Four tickets, that's two. There you go.

All in a good cause.

Lord knows what I'll do with him if I win.

No, I'm just trying to give the young people a moment alone.

It's just a bit sore.

I'm not surprised with them taking a great lump out of you.

I just hope they put an appointment on it.

Yeah.

I do love you, you know.

I can't bear seeing you not well.

I'm giving you as much morphine as I dare.

How long's it going to take you to get this thing off him?

Well, his gear's trapped under the wagon.

Nearest crane's up on Branch Line at Aidensfield. It'll take maybe half an

to get here.

Half an hour?

It's on its way.

No, no, no, no, we don't have half an hour to waste.

I don't like the look of that load. Is it safe?

We nearly fled off when the wagon collapsed, but we can't secure it. But

getting that wagon anyway.

OK, let's think, think, think, think, think.

Spades, shovels, picks, anything.

If that ground looks soft, we might be able to dig him out from underneath. OK?

Yeah, come on, lads, come on. And hurry!

Every moment's precious.

At least you've got him comfortable.

And there's nothing more that can happen to him, is there?

The damage has been done.

There's no blood circulating through his legs.

What? It's just sitting there, soaking up the poisons from his damaged tissues.

And when we release the pressure, the poison's going to flood through the rest

of his body, also his kidneys. So, no, the damage hasn't been done.

In fact, it's probably only just started.

Greengrass. Would you weigh it to one on the other parallel?

Yes. That'll be good for me.

Let's give the buckies really often a six to one.

Uncle Ken said he got the tip straight from Johnny Carroll as well.

Yeah, but did he tell you it's only a good tip if it rains a lot between now

Friday? Oh, yeah.

Yeah, but how do you know it'll rain?

He jokes you.

He's up to something.

I don't know what it is, but he's up to something.

You're doing really well, Gary.

Now, the ambulance is waiting.

So you'll soon be nice and comfortable.

Jerry?

Can you still hear me, Jerry?

11 .29.

Right on time.

Better get crossing closed.

Oh, for God's sake, stop it, man.

I've got to get him out.

You can't stop the 11 .29. It's an express.

I don't care if it's a flying Scotsman. If that train comes through here, this

lot's going to come crashing down.

I'll have to put this in my report. I'll need your name.

How are we doing?

A little clear here.

OK. This is what's going to happen.

We're going to lift his shoulders. I want you to slide that stretcher

underneath, and we're going to gently ease him out. All right?

I'll sprint him in the ambulance.

Okay, come on.

Gently.

What do you think?

Yeah, I reckon so, yeah. Okay. We've got to get the flight going.

All right.

I saw that young lady manning casualty yesterday.

Reception desk this morning, and now she makes tea.

Among other duties, as my secretary, yes.

So, in which of these capacities is she particularly qualified?

I beg your pardon?

Qualifications, Mr Middleditch.

What qualifications does she possess?

A good heart, a willing disposition, and entirely adequate shorthand.

In other words, none.

I only mention it as I see no professional certificate bearing your

Mr Harper, my grandfather founded this hospital, and in his day, a gentleman

not require a certificate before doing good work amongst the community.

And I was brought up to respect that tradition.

Yes, I'm sure.

However, in this day and age... The NHS has been established to provide a more

reliable form of public welfare.

I suppose it's the diametrically opposed doctrines of paternalism and state

socialism.

Herbert Hoover.

Balderdash.

T .J. Middleditch.

Gerry Hanrahan, 29, crashed down on a goods wagon.

Fractures to both legs, possibly cognitive.

All right, let's get him up.

Two, three, lift.

Don't go anywhere, Ken. X -ray in two minutes.

How long was he crushed for?

Well, he was under the wagon for at least two hours. Really?

And another 20 minutes before bringing him back here.

What's this? Who's been under his wagon?

A workman, Mr Rose. We've just brought him in. He's been prepared for X -ray

now. Uh -huh.

Excuse me.

Acute crush syndrome?

Very possibly.

Nasty. Ever come across it before?

No, sir, I haven't. Shoots the kidneys all to hell and back.

Well, I've finished here for today. I shall be at the golf club this

You can get me there if you want any help with anything.

Thank you, sir. We will.

Tidy yourself up, man.

It's the hospital.

That was me wondering what all these sick people were doing here.

You've eaten some lunch in half an hour or so.

Possibly. I've got to do something first, though.

Yeah, what?

Something else I've never had to deal with before.

To eat the jelly.

Well, you'll never get your hair to curl. That's all I can say.

That's it, Rita.

What do you mean?

Oh, you wouldn't pull the curtains round if you're going to tell me I've got

measles, would you?

No, probably not.

Do you want to sit down?

Ran, the tests we've done show... They show you don't have an infection as

No.

We thought at first it might have been anemia, but... What did the tests show?

Well, they... They show you have a great many more white corpuscles in your

blood than you should do.

Why?

Um... It's not leukemia, is it?

Yes, it is.

I'm so very sorry.

Wish I hadn't asked now.

The blood tests.

The changes in your bone marrow, they tell us you have acute myeloblastic

leukemia.

Now, what this means... And I will die from this.

When?

We can treat the symptoms with drugs, of course.

And the blood transfusions... I'm not deterrent.

We've done really well so far. How long have I got?

You may want to go home, and it's your decision, of course.

But I think we will all advise against it.

You mean I don't get out of here alive, then?

I couldn't think what else to do.

You must think I'm a right to rip.

Actually, I think you're a smasher.

If I'd have been in her position, I'd have wanted you to give me a hug as

You'd have to be that desperate, huh?

Not necessarily.

and I was four strokes up from the high sheriff.

Well, you did offer, Mr. Rose.

The things stand here with Mr. Hanrahan.

We're in a bit of a bunker.

Good heavens, it looks as though you're right.

Some of the truth, have them scrub up. If we can't fix this with pins, I shall

have to amputate.

I promised your mother. I promised I'd look after you.

And you have.

You didn't fail me. This isn't anybody's fault.

She's right, Miss Graham.

There's nothing you or anyone else could have done to prevent this.

Surely they should have spotted it sooner.

This form of leukaemia is very easily mistaken for other things in the early

stages. Stop being so reasonable all the time.

Believe me, I do understand how you feel.

How? Did your niece die of leukaemia when you'd brought her up from being a

small thing? Mary, please.

You'd obviously prefer to be alone with your niece.

If I might ask you to lower your voice so as not to disturb the other patients.

Nope. It looks as though we're pinching the tibial artery.

About here.

Left hand down a bit, Dr Wetherall.

And a bit of a stretch.

Right.

Let's have a look at that.

It's extraordinary, really, when you come to think of it.

Fifty years ago, this bloke wouldn't have stood a chance.

If he'd kept his life, he'd have lost his leg.

Now, I can take a photograph of what's going on as it's going on and put it

right.

I've never been able to explore an artery like this on a grandfather's day.

I think Dr. Omar's prompt action on site might have something to do with this

man's survival.

Yes, of course, my dear.

You'll have your blood transfusion first thing in the morning.

You won't believe how much better you'll feel.

That's good.

Sister, do you think I could have a word with Matron in private?

I just wanted to apologise for my aunt's behaviour earlier on.

She's so upset about all this. It just sometimes takes the form of anger,

all.

It's often the way.

I'd understand if you'd rather she didn't come back.

I'm not usually in the habit of banning visitors, Miss Wheeler.

That's better.

Good.

Well done, everybody.

Last swim up.

Keep an eye on his waterworks.

Stop.

I think I can just about manage to stay in this position for another 30 seconds.

Oh, yes, Doctor.

Are you sure? Yeah.

I think a ten -shilling bet would do me rather nicely, thank you very much, Mr.

Greengrass. Now, I've heard that you're hoping for better weather.

I think I might have picked the wrong inductor.

So, you must be looking forward to getting home soon, aren't you?

Oh, yes.

The only snag is, of course, I keep you up in these, what is this, these

relapses. Yes, well, just as long as Yellow Peril doesn't bring on another

How's he doing?

His blood pressure's still a bit low, but his pulse is steady.

He still hasn't passed water, though.

Oh, really?

Well, it could still be the shock, I suppose.

Keep a close eye on him, will you, sister?

Of course.

Tell me something, Mason.

On our rounds each morning, it seems to me that we spend a great deal of time

either... waiting for a patient to pass water or discussing why they haven't.

It occurs to me that by giving these patients a diuretic drug... A diuretic,

Harper? When I was commissioned to do this study, I thought it wise to

myself with the basics, and it says here about diuretics.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr Harper.

I don't seem to have my spectacles.

It's wonderful to see you looking so much better.

I feel good from this side, too.

You've even got some colour back in your cheeks.

Yeah.

They might be wrong, you know.

Steve, I'm dying.

I feel better, I look better, because I've been given good, healthy blood.

It's just doing its job.

I'm being looked after wonderfully here.

I know this must be awful for you and Aunt Mary, but for me, knowing at last,

not tearing myself apart with worry, it's like a huge weight has been lifted

from my shoulders.

I don't know what to do.

There is nothing to do, love.

Will you marry me?

Don't be silly, darling.

We have water for Mr. Hammerham. Let joy be unconfined. I'll get the tests done

right away.

Mr. Fairbank.

Are you all right?

I know she doesn't think I'm up to much, but it's getting to the point where I

don't do anything in the house or with the kids in case I get it wrong.

I thought you should know, Dr. Omrod.

You're a cute crush man. He just passed water.

No blood, no protein.

I think we're on the winning side.

Well, you really got that one wrong, didn't you?

Saved his life and everything.

Well done.

I think you and I should have a little chat.

All right.

I want to know what you think you're achieving.

I beg your pardon?

You sent your young man off with a flea in his ear and you'd have done the same

for your aunt if I'd let you. Why?

Do you dislike them that much?

Dislike them?

I'm dying. Do you think I want them to watch that?

So, you'd rather they remembered you as someone who rejected their love?

I don't want to hurt them.

I'm just trying to save them pain.

Well, you won't.

You think they care so little about you that they won't grieve when you go, that

they'll just, I don't know, say cheerio, walk out of here and never think of you

again.

I don't know.

Well, I do.

In all my years of nursing, I've never seen it happen yet.

I know you're trying very hard to be brave.

But you must allow others the chance to be brave as well.

Steve's very upset that you turned down his proposal of marriage.

It's romantic nonsense.

Well, most proposals are, but that never stopped anyone, did it?

What a point.

And we don't exactly have a future together, do we?

But Steve has a future on his own, Fran.

Do you want him to spend it thinking about how the woman he loved turned him

away?

Or having a photograph of you as his bride?

And remembering how happy you made each other?

Well, come.

Hey. Get up.

All right, Claude.

What's this I hear about you running a book on Friday's race?

Well, you heard what Carol said about... It was between the two short prize

favourites. Anyway, my money's going to be on it drying up, that's all.

There's something you're not telling me. Don't talk it out.

Mind you, I couldn't have done it with a bit of that West Indian sunshine

without the flies.

Don't let the sun catch you crying.

I love you more than I've ever loved anyone.

Please, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

Your heart may be broken tonight.

Yeah, all right then.

That the sun Has to cry The

night

time shadows Disappear And

with them go All your tears

Yes, we will bring joy for every girl and boy.

So don't let the sun catch you crying. You'll find this

pretty good fit.

Time for a finishing touch.

Dr. Weatherall.

Perfect.

We know that crying... It's nice to see the love of the dress you have in the

window.

I hope your visit here has been as instructive for you as it has been for

Harper. Oh, yes, it's been a real eye -opener for me, Matron.

Has it? An apt demonstration, Matron.

According to the schedule given to me by your good self, Staff Nurse Taylor

should be at home, not hanging around drinking tea.

Dr Wetherall should be preparing for evening surgery, and yet there she is,

boots and saddles and only 5 .25.

Are you off home, Dr Wetherall?

Oh, me?

No, no, no. I'm off to Southwake to change all my related dressings, but if

really quick, I should be back by 6 .30 for the end of evening surgery. So

lovely to meet you.

See you later.

And has something delayed you, Staff Nurse?

No, Matron.

Oh, Jenny's got the flu. I'm covering her night shift for her. And presumably

staying on for your own shift tomorrow.

Yeah, of course. Why?

Oh, just checking.

Mr Harper here thought you might be hanging around.

Yes, hello, Miss Chambers is calling for you.

Excuse me, she'll be about to perform again. Ah, yes, Miss Chambers.

Perhaps we could see her.

Oh, yes, of course.

An interesting case, Mr. Harper. Miss Chambers presented with traumatic injury

to the head following a motorcycle accident.

We noted post -auricular ecchymosis, and during her neurological assessment, we

also noted hemiparesis.

Oh,

projectile vomiting.

It's a common complication in head injuries.

I'd have thought you'd have known that from your little book, Mr. Harper.

Ten flaming quid. Is that all we've managed to scrape together?

I did my best, Claude. It wasn't easy.

Yeah, I don't suppose you're used to dealing with live people, are you? You

couldn't have tried very hard, could you? I did!

It's just that most folk have put bets on with you before, and being fair, it's

hardly the sort of thing you do twice, is it?

Yeah, well, make sure you don't lose it.

I suppose it's still a nice touch if we get 33s.

Right. Don't forget to take the first show, all right?

Because Carol's lot are having a fortune on it. Claude, I'm still not happy

about this.

I'm a respectable businessman in a very sensitive profession. I can't be seen

hanging around betting shops in Ashfordly. Don't put it on a betting

Ashfordly. Put it on a betting shop here.

And use my name if you have to. Do what you like, but just get the money on, all

right?

Oh, not bad, love. Made almost ten quid somewhere.

Hey, guess what, Ken?

It's starting to rain.

It's not, is it?

So, er, are we going to put a bet on with Mr Greengrass or what?

Over my dead body?

No, we'll give him the satisfaction.

We'll see young Robert the bookies and we'll do it properly.

Well, if it's that good a tip, why not put the raffle money on Yellow Peril?

Make even more toward the immediate care fund.

Lizzie!

Fran Wheeler's aunt. Have you phoned her before?

Yeah, why?

That stupid woman at the dress shop. She stole the dress I'd arranged to hire

her for tomorrow.

Oh, no.

I'll have to ring the aunt and see if she has something pretty she can bring

from home.

OK, then. Bye -bye.

Hello, Uncle Ken.

You're up and about early. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I want to put ten quid on yellow peril to the 138 York this afternoon. Yeah,

and the rest of the world. That's the third bet I've taken on her in as many

minutes. In what?

It was that rain last night.

Everyone seems to know yellow peril's better than white lightning on the soft.

She's died the week at six to one. I'm only offering three to one now.

I'd have been better off sticking with green grass.

What race is he running in?

It's fine, Aunt Mary.

Why not see if this fits?

Oh, my.

It's Gibby.

It's a Pascal Gibby.

Wow.

Looks like it's never been worn. How old is it? It's from Paris. Haute couture.

Who cares?

What can it do with a wedding dress from Paris?

I mean, with any wedding dress comfortable.

That's a question I feel it's wiser not to ask.

Can I have a little bit of a flutter on the

130 at York?

You want yellow perils, only five to four.

Oh. Then I think I'll have my ten pound on some of those.

What about blue skies?

Glad you came in.

I love an optimist.

You can have forty to one, Mr... Greengrass.

Greengrass.

After luck, sir.

Good afternoon, St Aidan's.

Oh, no, Rob.

No, you can't, I'm afraid. Dad's busy at the moment.

Dearly beloved.

We are gathered here together in the sight of God in the face of this company

join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony, which is an honorable

estate instituted of God and signifying the mystical union that is between

Christ and his church.

It is commanded of St. Paul to be honorable among all men and therefore is

to be entered into unadvisedly, but reverently, discreetly, advisedly,

and in the fear of God.

If any man can show just cause why this man and this woman may not be joined

together, let him now speak, or hereafter forever hold his peace.

Who gives this woman to marry this man?

I do.

Do you have a ring?

Stephen John, do you take this woman, Francesca Mary, to be your lawful wedded

wife? In sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep you unto her

as long as you both shall live?

I do.

How did you get the folks to do it? They didn't think we got a chance.

Good.

Keep it safe.

They're all in.

It falls on us.

Warning green with red, white and blue stripes.

And now pronounce your man and wife.

You make it the bride.

Mr. and Mrs. Fairbank, may I be the first? Congratulations.

Well,

where did that come from?

Blue skies, that's the one that Johnny Carroll was riding. Thank you very much,

Johnny.

Alan?

Now.

I'm rather thankful, Lizzie.

You do the honours, will you?

Oh, by the way, Rob called from the betting shop. Can you give him a ring

you've a moment?

Oh, yeah, right, thanks.

I'll... Oh, not at all.

Don't ever go.

Don't ever go.

Well, no, it's not at all all right, actually, but I don't appear to have any

say in the matter. Good day.

How guilty do I have to feel?

Guilty?

For being unpleasant to their time and motion, man.

Oh, not at all, Mildred, not at all. The report was just an excuse.

It would have happened with or without him.

Are they really going to close us down?

All services and equipment will be transferred to Ashfordly General.

And the personnel?

My grandfather will be turning in his grave.

Blue skies.

Not yellow peril.

Lizzie, I've lost all the money from the raffle.

He did what?

What he couldn't have done. He's been tucked up here all the time.

Hang about.

What did he look like?

A crafty old man. I think he's pulling a fast one on me.

Now, listen, Rob.

We need to get the betting slip.

And here's what I want you to do.

Thank

you,

Mr... Scripps.

Pardon? Bernie... Scripps.

But this belongs to someone called Greengrass.

Yes.

Well, are you Mr Scripps or are you Mr Greengrass?

I'm not sure.

I'm sorry, Mr whoever you are, but I can't pay out on this ticket.

They've announced an inquiry.

You'll have to come back tomorrow.

Lord isn't going to like this.

Here.

£410 less tax, that's exactly £400, and you owe me five pence.

Hey, you can keep that instead of me giving you a birthday present this year.

This never happened, OK?

I just wanted to say thank you for everything.

It's our pleasure.

Bye.

Excuse me, before you all leave, will this be a good time to draw the raffle?

For your immediate careful?

Oh, yes, that.

Well, I don't see why not, do you?

Did you manage to sell him any tickets?

A few, Dr Romerud. A few.

You pick a quiet word individually rather than a mass announcement, don't

If we're given the choice.

Oh, no, what's this?

Ken's been raising money for the immediate care fund, and he'd like to

the proceeds from his raffle.

How very kind.

And the winner is...

Number 26, Mr Claude Greengrass.

Well, as of this morning, the proceeds from the raffle stood at £7, ten

shillings and sixpence.

However, thanks to Mr Greengrass's expert advice, we placed the money on

horse in this afternoon's race.

And Blue Skies duly came in at 40 to 1. So, it gives me great pleasure, Dr Roma

Rudd, to present you with £407, ten shillings.

And sixpence for your immediate care fund.

Thanks to Mr Greengrass and his winning tip from Mr Johnny Carroll.

Incredible. Yes, it is.

There you go, Claude. It's your lucky day. There's your consolation prize.

Do I detect a modicum of chicanery regarding my winnings? Not a modicum,

A dirty great dollop. And it's your own fault for not letting me in on it.

Yeah, I'll try and remember next time.

Oh, there won't be a next time.

You'll be in discharge tomorrow.

I hope you realise we're homeless.

Maybe Harper was right.

What?

Raffles and racing tips.

Partly a reliable way to run a hospital, is it?

Maybe we do deserve to close.