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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?

Which I've done.

I've been down there once. I don't want another trip.

Have you been conscious?

He was.

Then he came round.

But he was still feeling a bit woozy.

Then he went out like a light. Right.

Did you get his name?

Geoffrey.

Geoffrey Carpenter.

Stay up, Lizzie. Never mind all that.

Go book it, my girl.

Er, don't think you'll be sitting here all day supping tea.

When Mr Middleditch is away, I've got more responsibility, not less.

Hey, I'll bet Middleditch has left them fig rolls in there. We're best eating

them, you know, before they go astray.

Of course, sir.

Good morning.

Mr... Papa, what are you doing? The DHA thought that in Mr Middleditch's

absence, someone should be here in a supervisory capacity.

Me.

Mr Middleditch never said.

Well, I'm here, as you can see.

I'll inform everyone in due course.

A cup of tea, please.

And if you can, salvage something from the wreckage.

Jeffrey, can you hear me? I'm Dr. Cherison.

Can you hear me?

Jeffrey, I'm a doctor. Can you hear what I'm saying?

Good.

You had a fall.

You've been unconscious.

We'll take you to hospital, but I need you to tell me if you hurt anywhere.

Can you understand what I'm saying?

Where do you hurt?

What do you think?

All over. I just fell down a cliff.

I wouldn't mind if I hadn't paid him.

Paid him up front, too.

The man calls himself a builder.

This lake's only the start of it. Just calm yourself, Mr Griffin, or you'll

break something else.

Straight through the bathroom floor I went.

They were meant to be new floorboards.

Rotten they were. I've got pigs better at carpentry than him.

You've told us, Mr Griffin.

I don't know what he used for paint, but the fumes of it. The old place reeks,

inside and out.

It's so strong, I can't even smell the pigs.

Well, not all bad news, then.

There's nothing wrong with pigs.

That's a natural smell, that is.

This is fumes.

Builder and decorator.

I'll decorate him all right.

He frightened the life out of me. I just walked in and there he was, Mr Harper.

There can't be anyone else you need to give the news to, Lizzie.

I will just tell him, Denise.

Denise? Do we have a Denise?

No, Natron, she doesn't work here.

She's at the butcher's. In Broadfold Street, you know.

Thanks. Good morning.

Good morning, Mr Harper.

This isn't a surprise.

We weren't expecting a visit.

Not so much a visit as an opportunity for me to get to grips with the way this

hospital runs.

There are aspects of hospital administration here that the DHA feel

clarification.

And how long will you be with us?

Let's say I think you can regard my visit as permanent, Mason.

Think he'll be all right?

I'd say so.

I wouldn't know if it were X -rays, but there's nothing to suggest anything

serious internally.

Well, that's all. The worst thing he remembers is a bad dream.

I was standing there with him on my own, getting round for a few seconds.

Started screaming something about electricity.

It was like he was trying to bite someone off.

Must have been a bang on the head, eh?

Yeah.

See you.

Can I help you, Mr Harper?

Mr Middleditch has an estimate here for repainting hospital buildings, general

refurbishments from a Mr Duggins.

That's right, Brian Duggins got the job. Why, do you want him to start?

I would like to get things moving on the redecorating front. It's high time

something was done.

I'll get on to Brian.

I don't think so.

Pardon? Mr Duggins' estimate seems to have been written on hospital -headed

notepaper by you, Hopkirk.

Aye, well, I did help him out. I mean, Brian's a mate.

There we have it.

A mate.

Not the way the DHA does business.

Mr Middleditch really shouldn't have accepted this estimate, so I'm starting

again. I'll get my own estimates in.

But Brian's been promised.

Not by me.

Oh, one other thing. You might like to take this with you. The new porters'

rosters. It obviates the need for all overtime.

You can implement it immediately.

No news?

Well, I went across to Lee's last night.

No sign of her coming out of a coma, so... It stays the same.

Right.

How are the children?

I say she's ill.

Too ill to see them.

But it seems to make some sort of sense.

Mostly I just try and avoid answering their questions.

I don't mean to lie, Jill, but... How can I tell them the truth?

Well, listen, I keep saying if you need any help with the driving or the

children or anything, I do mean it, Gordon.

I know.

I appreciate it.

You can't do it all yourself.

Or if you just need to have a talk. We are friends, aren't we? We're good

friends, you know.

Jill, just because I don't say much doesn't mean I don't know that.

I don't know how you managed it, Jeffrey, but you're still in one piece.

Not that boring.

You're very welcome.

Thanks, Bella.

Bill, they're afterwards.

This is expecting him.

Another day, another heroic rescue.

I heard the hero was Constable Bellamy.

He was the one that went down the cliff. Well, I would have done that if I got

there earlier.

Well, they won't expect a medal for being late.

The medal was one I had in mind.

No, I'm not going in there. No, I'm not going in there.

Jeffrey,

what's the matter?

Please don't make me go in there.

Please don't make me go in there. He was very

distressed at the thought of going into theatre.

I know how he feels.

How is he?

Well, I need to keep him in overnight.

And I would like to talk to Dr Clarkson about him.

Oh, she didn't realise he was one of Clarkson's nutcases. Well, yes, you'd

better keep him informed.

He does love a bit of aberrant behaviour.

He's still his capital man, for a trick cyclist.

Gentlemen,

Good night.

Anyone know what he's doing here?

Couldn't care less.

The only thing I know about him, he's a man in severe need of a good kick up

the... Ah, sister.

Dr. Chariton, Geoffrey Carpenter's parents are here. You said you wanted to

them. Thank you, sister.

Mr. Mr.

Rose.

You're right about Harper. That's exactly where he needs kicking.

We thought he was at school, Doctor. We had no idea.

Till the police came.

I'm sure he knows we've had a close call.

What were you doing?

Just climbing.

What do you mean, just climbing?

You could have been... I was walking along the rocks and wanted to see if I

could get up the top one more.

I nearly did.

You could have told us. They knew he wasn't at school.

Perhaps we could talk.

I think Geoffrey could do with some rest.

It won't be a minute, love.

Will he be home tomorrow?

I'm sure. This is just a precaution.

How long has he been seeing Dr Clarkson?

Nearly two years.

Dr Clarkson treats him over in Ashfordly. He has a clinic here too, on

I'll catch him then.

Is there something wrong?

Dr Clarkson's done such a lot for him. He's so much better.

The shock treatment... No, there's nothing wrong.

But I'm sure he'd like to know what Geoffrey gets up to.

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

All right?

There'll only be one of us on most of the time if he makes us use this roster.

I mean, what happens if we have to do something?

Listen, Alan.

When we make the official complaint to our friend Harper, will you let me do

talking? Yeah, but it's a fair point.

Yes, I know it's a fair point, but we're going to need something a bit more

convincing. What happens if we have to do something?

By the time he's finished, it's going to be costing me to work here.

Well, listen, hey, it's already costing me.

I took a commission from Brian Duggins for getting him to do the job here. I'm

going to have to pay him it back now. How much?

Never mind that much.

It's not going to do Harper any good, is it? He's not going to get anyone

cheaper. No, not unless he finds an even bigger cowboy than Duggins.

I've told you what happened. What do you want to get in touch with him for?

You've heard of a pig's ear?

There's none of my pigs have got ears to date. He left my house in.

I just want to know his name, that's all.

Is he cheap?

If you've paid for rubbish, you've paid too much. I don't call that cheap.

Is there something we can help you with, Kent?

No, no, nearly done, sister. Just looking after Mr Griffin.

Then do it, please.

What are you up to?

I need some work doing. Well, someone else does.

What's it worth?

How much?

Fiver.

Hiya, Doc.

Home? You bet.

Oh, you know how much I love hospitals.

How does anybody sleep in these places?

Good afternoon, Mr Bridges. You look well.

Mr Jackson.

Geoffrey Carpenter.

No bones broken, Geoffrey.

I didn't try to break any.

Fit to go home.

Yeah, it's just got a few cuts and grazes.

I would like to... Good, Mrs Carpenter.

If Dr Sheridan's happy, the sooner we get him home, the better.

We should consider upping the ECT treatment.

In fact, all things considered, let's have him on my list tomorrow.

Yes, Doctor.

Good. Thank you, Dr Sheridan.

See you then, Geoffrey.

Dr Carpenter, I wanted to catch you.

I didn't get a chance to think about Geoffrey Carpenter.

On his way to X -ray, how frightened he was.

I've heard.

He thought he was going into an operating theatre.

I understand he's been having electric shock treatments at Ashford.

I have to encourage my students to use the term electroconvulsive therapy now.

It's meant to make her sound a bit less like incompetent electricians.

Is it true that you're treating her tomorrow with ECT?

Your concern about my patient is laudable.

But since he didn't hurt himself falling from the cliff, why are we having this

conversation? I thought you should know.

But I do know.

Do I surmise that having discovered that Jeffrey doesn't like ECT treatment,

you've decided you don't like it much either?

With all due respect... Let me tell you something.

Many years ago, I had a patient. Young boy, 19 years of age.

He was misdiagnosed as suffering from schizophrenia. His main problem was

depression. I treated him with ECT.

Yes, he hated it, but it was working.

Against my judgment, I stopped treatment.

I didn't think suicide was imminent.

He hanged himself.

I'm not questioning your judgment, Dr Clarkson.

But Geoffrey is my patient too, for now.

I need to be sure there's no concussion after his bang on the head.

Before any shock treatment.

I'm sure you feel the same.

Well, if you're that unsure about the assessment of your patient, then we'd

better leave the ECT treatment till next week.

And on your head, be it.

I've been a bad, bad boy.

I'm working for a bloke called Hathaway.

Yeah, he's over there by the machine.

Mr Hathaway.

Bertie.

He was here.

I think he went.

Oh, right, that's a bit tickish, yeah.

I might have been able to put a bit of business his way.

Quite a big job, in fact.

Birthday halfway.

I just got back.

All right, tell Mason I'll be there in ten minutes.

Are you a doctor?

What's the matter?

I don't need an examination, young man. I want a doctor, urgently. Yes, I am a

doctor. It's Charlie.

He's been bitten by a snake.

He won't die, will he? A snake?

Oh, goodness sakes, you know what a snake is, don't you?

How old's Charlie?

He's sick.

Is he a grandson?

It's a dog.

Of course he's a dog.

Well, he should get into a vet.

Are you going to carry him inside, or do I have to get a trolley?

Well, according to the vet, these corticosteroids should get the swelling

so... He's big enough to handle it, though, don't he, Paul?

Certainly heavy enough.

She wouldn't take no for an after.

You've met Mrs Lyons before, have you? No.

I thought I'd better catch the thing so you knew what it was.

Oh, Mrs Lyons, it's an adder.

Unlike South Africa, we only have one venomous snake to choose from, so...

given Charlie some corticosteroids, so he should be fine.

Would there be any point in asking why there's a dog in reception on a hospital

trolley? It's because of the snake.

Oh, how silly of me not to realise.

Oh, Merchant.

Mr Harper, there you are.

Now...

Perhaps we should look at the outpatients' rosters later.

You just said... One thing Mr Middleditch is very concerned about is

building itself.

Since you're here, why don't I show you some of the problems?

I'm glad you mentioned that. I'm intending to move forward with the

Oh, then I'm sure you'd appreciate a list of everything that I feel needs to

done. It's a long one.

How long? You did say you were going to be here some time.

There's a session tomorrow.

I'm going to go and see for myself.

But the clerk will be chuffed.

Well, I really should know what I'm talking about, shouldn't I?

Yeah, it'll be a first.

That'll be my entrant.

She could be.

Hello, Dr Cheriton.

Sorry to bother you, it's about this.

Not with you.

An egg in the box.

Only it isn't.

Well, Mrs Lyne's brought it. I suppose she...

Took it away with her?

Ah, well, you see, you were our last hope. You see, Dr Weatherill said that

may have released it or something. And, er, well, the problem now... It's

basically a poisonous snake roaming round the hospital.

In a nutshell.

Well, if I say it can, you'll be the first to know.

It's not funny.

No, I don't know what that means either.

There's no such word, is there?

But you typed it.

Oh, I... Where exactly did you learn to type?

Well, I didn't.

I just thought I picked it up, you know, like you do.

I think I'll leave it till tomorrow. I'll just get on. Good night.

Night, Mr Harper.

Any news, Ken?

No. Process of elimination.

Whose?

Well, it's nowhere in the main building.

I've searched everywhere.

I think it's made its way outside.

All right, keep going.

Mr Harper.

You said I should find out something about the treatment.

I hope you wouldn't mind.

Dr Sheraton, not at all.

I'm sure we'll all be relieved when you discover that Dr Frankenstein isn't

alive and well and working in the hospital.

Ready, Gordon?

It's all right.

She's awake.

I thought you'd listen.

I'm delivering a shock to the motor cortex of the brain to reduce the fit.

Ready?

Like epilepsy.

Exactly like epilepsy.

Except it's the fit, not the electricity, that helps the depression.

Give me a wine.

Yes. How to

make friends and influence people, eh?

It sounds barbaric when you read about it. It doesn't get better in the flesh.

Well, it seems to work.

So did cutting off legs with a dirty saw and no anaesthetic.

That's if it didn't kill you, of course. Oh, come on.

You didn't see Geoffrey Carpenter.

How will we do this?

One article and you're an expert, eh?

Oh, forget it now.

David, you should speak to Lucy Klein.

You haven't met her, have you? She's a psychiatrist from York.

She runs an outpatients clinic here.

Might help.

What are you trying to do, Jo?

Start a war?

Maybe somebody should.

Not you two.

Look, if a brain's dying, we try to keep it alive, don't we? So what are we

doing with a treatment that might damage it?

I know what happens when a brain's dying.

So it's not something I need an academic chat about just now.

There we are.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Everything all right?

Thanks to you, Doctor.

I brought him back in for a check -up.

I looked for you first, but Dr. Wetherill saw me in the end.

Bye, Mrs. Lyons. Bye, Alan.

I'm sure by tomorrow, Charlie will be fine.

Oh, he's better already.

You'd think he'd be a bit more polite under the circumstances.

It's how you smell.

Vets and doctors smell the same to Charlie.

Antiseptic. It started when he was a puppy way back in Cape Town.

The answer is a gin and tonic.

Him or me?

Once you've had a G &T, he'll be all over you. He loves the smell of gin.

Started when he was a puppy, did it?

I can see we're going to get on famously.

I'll expect you round for that gin, Doctor.

All right. Bye, then.

Bye.

Dr. Shearing!

I need to talk to you, Doctor.

Go tell Dr. Clark when I was here, will you?

I saw him pass.

Please don't tell him.

I'm not a psychiatrist, Geoffrey.

I can help you with some breaks and bruises, but... Dr. Clark, you're the

expert.

He knows what he's doing.

Look, I know there's something wrong.

I know I need help.

But what goes on in here doesn't make me some kind of a moron.

No one's saying that.

Then why doesn't anyone listen to me?

What they're doing, the electric shocks, they give me anaesthetic, but I can

still feel it afterwards.

I can feel it now.

I stop and it's there, like a hammer.

Dr Carson says it's not, but I know.

It's a very unpleasant treatment, I'm not denying that.

But the people who work with your condition, with depression, they say

helps. Well, let them get their brains bright and see how they like it.

You don't know what it's like.

My mum and dad want me to stay on at school and all that rubbish, but... 20

years of schooling, they put you on the day shift, right?

I'm a bit more positive about the education system.

I can't remember stuff.

What's the point of A -levels?

Sometimes I go into school, I can't remember where the classrooms are.

Go on.

Tell me about the short -term memory loss.

Is that the line, Doc?

Well, that is a side effect.

I'm sure Dr Clarkson told you.

A million times.

Geoffrey, no -one's hiding anything.

It's not short -term.

I can feel things going out of my head.

They don't all come back.

It's not just things, it's... It's who I am.

It's not just about the wires and electricity.

That frightens me.

It does.

But not as much as what's happening to me.

It's like... Sometimes I'm just losing myself.

I'm sliding away.

I've looked at your estimate, Mr Hathaway.

Naturally enough, I don't take the first figure that's thrust in front of me and

agree to it. I'm sure you'd have a hard bargain, Mr Hathaway. I respect that.

to make some of that estimate up.

I can't read half of what he'd put on them beer maps.

Are you sure he'd have thought of having Mr Middleditch he'd want to use?

Well, is he?

It's not Mr Middleditch who's going to be employing him, is he?

It's in the right area. I won't beat about the bush, but I wonder if there

aren't a few trims.

I could go down 15, Mr Harper, without compromising on materials, and I never

do. Quality is my watchword.

It just happens I've got some paint left over after another big job.

Sounds better.

Normally I wouldn't be able to fit a job like this in, not at short notice, but

I've got a week between two contracts.

Men sitting around doing nothing.

So it couldn't have come at a better time for both of us.

So you could start... Tomorrow.

Excellent. Apart from the scaffolding.

My own scaffolding's out at the moment, so I'd need to hire somebody.

That's included in the price of toast.

Well, then it's not for me to tell a man of your business experience about

managing overhead sufficiently, is it?

An advance on a contractions problem.

We said... £50.

That's tomorrow. The job will be done and dusted in a week.

A deal, Mr Hathaway.

Come in.

We haven't met. I'm Lucy Klein.

Jill Wetherill said you wanted to speak to me.

Since it seems to be about the patient of one of my colleagues, I have to say

it's quite unethical.

And I couldn't possibly have a conversation of that kind.

Well, you don't take much fooling.

It's a good job you didn't go in for psychiatry.

Shall we go for a walk?

Certainly.

I'd already got the message from Dr Clarkson.

He's not amused.

I wasn't trying to entertain him.

Don't take it out on me.

Consultants don't like to be questioned. You must have found that out by now.

I thought he should listen.

He's an excellent psychiatrist.

He's taught me a lot.

Is that it?

What did you expect?

You're not using electric shock treatment, are you?

No, I'm not.

Why?

I think there are better ways.

There are new drugs, antidepressants. I think they're more effective.

With the right approach to the patient's problem as a whole, looking at

everything.

What's going on inside is only a part of it.

Is that really it? You think it's just an outdated treatment?

Yes.

Is that what you wanted?

I think it was.

No, that treatment will go out by now.

I'll have to look.

Hey, it's me that's done all the looking.

It's me that's taken all the risks.

I've been busy, Alan. Yeah, that could maybe...

We should have got proper pest control people in. Why?

And everyone find out.

Including Matron.

Yeah.

I want all the doctors' rosters.

What we've got here doesn't bear any resemblance to what's actually going on.

don't know how they know what time of day it is, let alone where they are.

Well, obviously they know where they are.

I mean, they're here.

I'll talk to them myself.

Hop in.

You'll be pleased to know that I've got a very satisfactory estimate in from a

decorator. It might interest you.

Very reasonable.

Fair price, I'd say.

Your mate, Mr Duggins, wasn't doing anybody any favours. I'd say Mr

was being taken for a ride. However, the DHA don't employ me for my gullibility.

Mr Hathaway can start tomorrow.

I hope to have all the work done by the time Mr Middleditch returns.

He won't recognise the place.

No, no. It's likely to surprise a lot of people, Mr. Harper.

What did Luton say?

You know.

I do think Jeffrey should talk to her.

Anyway, that's what I'm going to tell his parents.

Oh, what, Dr Clarkson?

Mrs Lyons phoned.

What now?

Her asthma's bad again. She asked for you, Dr Sheridan.

Do I get the impression she's well known as a time waster?

Well, actually, David, time's quite important for all sorts of reasons.

Mrs Lyons is very isolated here. When she first came back from South Africa

after her husband had died, all the people that she thought would still be

had gone. So, yes, sometimes her asthma is quite bad.

Sometimes you just need to know that nobody cares.

Wrap on the knuckles?

Yes, it was.

And in return, I shall go and see Mrs Lyons, but next time. Yes.

Come in, Doctor.

Thank you.

He hasn't got his appetite back.

I bought him his favourite braising steak. He hardly touched it.

Well, he'll still be feeling a bit strange. He'll be fine, I'm sure.

Gin and tonic, dear. Wonderful.

Doctor. Thank you.

We appreciate the time you've taken, Doctor.

We know how Geoffrey feels about the shock treatment.

We haven't got a choice.

If you purely can't talk to Dr Clarkson, there is another psychiatrist who lives

at the hospital, Dr Klein.

I'm sure Dr Clarkson understands there's nothing wrong with asking him for a

second opinion.

EPT doesn't suit everyone.

It makes him feel better.

You haven't seen him when he's bad, Doctor.

We wouldn't know what to do with him. We couldn't control him.

I told you I don't like it, Dr Sheridan.

But it's all we've got.

The only thing that's helped.

If the shock treatment was stopped and something happened... No, we can't take

that risk.

We have to listen to the expert. That's Dr Clarkson.

You must understand.

Jeffrey's never tried to harm himself before, but there's always that chance

with depression.

We've no other way.

Without risking Jeopardy's life.

I always open the windows for him, whatever the weather's like, if he's

low.

It reminds him of Cape Town.

My husband and I had a flat at Seapoint.

He knows you're feeling low, too.

Oh, it's just work.

The usual.

Is it?

Well, you know how it is.

Life is very short and very fragile.

It's easy to let it go by and suddenly find all the things you meant to do just

never got done.

When you're young, you think you've got forever, but you're dead for a very long

time.

That's all.

Is that advice?

One of the privileges of old age is you can talk nonsense and get away with it.

You'll know if it's advice.

Oh, just nonsense.

Nurse, would you be so kind as to nip out and ask somebody who won the 4 .30

Kempton Park, please?

It was two years ago we really started to notice something was wrong.

Until then, Geoffrey was just a normal sort of kid.

He seemed happy enough.

He passed his O -levels. He was so tough.

Suddenly it all changed.

We've put it down to a bit of moodiness.

You expect that, don't you?

But then we knew something wasn't right.

Inside. I don't know what we'd have done without Dr Clarkson.

We didn't think anyone could help us.

He's never actually tried to hurt himself before, is that right?

He's done stupid things. Wild things sometimes, but never deliberately. But

recently.

You've both been more worried about the possibility of a suicide attempt.

Haven't you?

Right, well, that's it for now.

No delivery.

Yes, I gather.

Not my fear of expertise, Gordon.

I just patch him up.

Like you.

Morning.

Morning. Mr. Arden. Where is he?

Where's who?

Hathaway, the builder. He starts this morning. Oh, him? He's not here yet.

There'll be a lot of preparatory work, of course.

Oh, of course there will be, yes, yes.

Thank you.

Get me Mr Hathaway on the phone, Lizzie.

Try not to worry.

It's going to be all right.

Get in the best possible care.

You'll be just fine.

On the left.

OK, thanks very much.

Hello. I'm Lucy Klein.

I know Dr Cheriton's spoken to you.

Perhaps we can go somewhere more private?

No, look, with Mr Hathaway...

Obviously, he's on his way.

I suppose he's got supplies to pick up, that sort of thing. Let me know as soon

as he arrives. Probably any time now.

I doubt that.

You know what builders are like for the breaks.

If they haven't got here for their elevensies, I don't reckon you'll see

till it's time for the lunches.

What about Dr Clarkson?

If you want me to take Geoffrey on as a patient, I'll speak to him myself.

But you have to tell him you want Geoffrey referred to me.

We think... Well, we think the time is right now.

For a change, I mean.

But Dr Clarkson's done such a lot for Geoffrey. I know he has.

I have the greatest respect for Dr Clarkson, but depression isn't like the

measles. There's no simple cure.

Aye, we know that.

That's why we have to do what's best.

Sometimes you have to try different things.

And you have to find a way to help each patient individually.

You really think there is another way?

I believe that there are now drugs that your son will respond to where the ECT

may be compounding the problem.

Will the drugs work, though?

They're a start.

But it's not just about drugs.

It's also about finding a way to open a door and let the light back in.

Why don't we try?

Yes, Dr. Klein.

We want to try.

For Geoffrey.

We have to try.

Oh, I did hear from Mr Hathaway. Well, there was a message. A message? It's

at the desk. It must have been dropped off this morning before I came in.

Plus it were a scrap of paper.

He says he's gone on holiday.

On holiday?

You must have got the wrong week, Mr Harper.

He's gone to Mallorca.

Did you send the cheque?

The advance?

No. Thank goodness.

Mr Hathaway came in and picked it up himself.

He wanted it made out to cash.

Was that all right?

There's nothing.

She's just lying there with the machine keeping her breathing.

The other day when I was talking about depression, I wasn't thinking.

And I wasn't listening.

I'm going to turn into a hell of a doctor if I can't discuss the patient

making it all about Caroline. No, I know, but I... I could have put it

couldn't I?

You know, sometimes I've sat and watched people with someone they love in a

coma.

I remember people who just... just wouldn't leave. They felt that if they

stayed, if they just kept talking, if they... I don't know.

If the contact wasn't broken, everything would be all right.

It's not so well, Gordon.

It's not what you think, is it?

I just don't know what I think.

All I know is that I'm struggling to talk to her.

I've just got nothing to say.

I've had nothing to say for a long time.

And I don't know which is worse, when I'm with her or when I'm away from her.

Well, either way, it sounds like you're mostly feeling sorry for yourself, so

that's a great help.

I asked for that.

Listen to me.

You can't change what's happened to Caroline.

You can only look after the children and hope that they find a way through this.

And you can't know if she'll come back. Not now, but... There's something else

that you can't change.

That's what's happened between us two.

I know.

Do you wish that your good changes?

Sometimes.

And other times?

All I know is that seeing you is the only thing that's holding me together.

I know that we need each other.

Now. Not any further than that. Just now.

And there's no strings, and there's no commitments, and there's nothing that

needn't change when you want it to change, when you need it to change.

Oh, don't say that.

I need you, Gordon.

If you want to come back.

It's just a name.

It's the kids.

It's all throats. I promised I'd be home. It's called love, Gordon, not

desperation. I do understand.

Still no sign of this Mr Hathaway.

Are you sure you got the right date?

I think there was... There was a mix of...

I shall be rescheduling.

What's up with him?

I don't think Mr Hathaway told him he was going to Mallorca today.

You what?

If he'd known about his holiday, I don't think Mr Harper would have given him a

cheque for £50.

For £50?

What do I do?

How do you mean?

I mean, something that's longer.

It's moving its tail.

Oh, that's just a snake. We've been looking everywhere for that. I'll sort

out for you, Mr Harper.

You've got that shovel.

But everybody knows.

Pull his neck, Mr. Rapper.

You can look, but you better not turn.

Paws on ivy.

Paws on ivy.

Late at night while you're sleeping, paws on ivy.

Look out, man, she's crazy.

You really do, you will.

Hello, Doctor.

I've got your snake for you.

Good. Can you find a box for it?

I'll have a look.

Mr Harper got a bit of a shock. Thought we were going to give him a nip.

Oh, no, they tend to avoid humans, if at all possible.

Who says they're not intelligent?

And their defensive bite tends to be far less effective than their hunting bite,

so... It's still agony, though.

Actually, can... Could you, um... Could you...

Take it somewhere, get rid of it, and leave it where it's unlikely to find its

way back. Oh, I will do. I'll get Alan to get the run.

Nurse's rosters, Mr Harper.

Matron, show me the plans.

I can't accept them. They're completely unworkable.

You may save money, but we'll end up with twice as many nurses when we don't

need them, and none when we do.

Well, can we discuss it?

Is it the only snake?

I'm not with you, Mr. Harper.

The snake under my desk.

Should you sit down, perhaps?

I think we'll leave the nurses roster for the moment, sister.

I have a number of things to do.

Look out, man, she's crazy.

She really do you in.

Baby, let her get under your skin.

Boys are lively.

Boys are lively.

Late at night while you're sleeping, boys are lively. Careful, they're

I'm being careful.

Meat will make you muppy. Mumps will make you ruppy. Chicken pox will make

you...

Where is it?

Oh, the little man must have slipped out.

Don't be such a floss.

Any

news?

The Carpenters have been in Thieme.

I've spoken to Geoffrey. What do you think?

I'll take him on. I think I can help.

It's just a beginning.

Thanks. We'll see.

Ah, Lucy.

Consulting Dr Sheridan again.

Excellent. What does the doctor recommend for my patients today?

Yoga, meditation, a little marijuana perhaps?

Dr Clarkson, I hope you don't think... Dr Sheridan, I can assure you I've got

better things to do than think about you.

I won't say I'm not disappointed that you dragged one of my colleagues into

mire of sentimental posturing.

I wouldn't have thought she was quite so easily led.

I only hope the consequences of your good intentions don't further jeopardise

Geoffrey Carpenter's future.

Well, if that's it, doesn't seem too bad. Be careful.

You've made an enemy.

Swings and roundabouts. What?

Well, I hope I made a friend.