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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 alright.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

There's all you gums up front, do I? Yeah, I was just watching the girls go

I thought they were heading over here.

It's Jazz Band. They're rehearsing all hours of going to county final.

Well, surprised you're not out there with them.

Well, I'm feeling a bit better, maybe.

So, what's the problem?

It's my chest, Doctor.

Are you familiar with the phrase, physician, heal thyself?

Are you familiar with the phrase, don't push your luck? I'm a bone setter, not a

doctor. Right. Well, let's have a look then.

Matron's wardrobe starts in five minutes and the notes are all over the

corridor. Get them sorted out. But, sister... If there's anything I can

Just get into this bed and try to look tidy.

We didn't notice anything odd going on last night, did you, Joe? No, but you

know me, sister.

I sleep like a baby.

Oh, Alan, you shouldn't have.

No, no, sorry, this is Samantha.

Are you still seeing her?

Yeah. Took her to Flix again on Monday.

The seventh seal.

Have you seen it? Not really, my cup of tea.

I thought it was going to be a wildlife film about seals.

Do you think these are all right?

Well, there's always rather a lot of flowers in the hospital.

Better get something else.

Here.

Thanks.

Well, it sounds like a touch of bronchitis, nothing more than that.

I'll come back next week and have another listen.

I'll give you a bottle for your chest.

Which means you won't be able to start on this yet.

That's a shame.

That's the kind of medicine I like. It's from Brian Edwards.

You know, you really worked the trick on his back.

Maybe, but I don't think you should send me any more of your patients. I don't

want you getting yourself into trouble.

Well, I'll risk it, if it's going to help people.

Now, don't get all noble. You could lose your job. And don't argue.

I've been on dough, you haven't.

Nobby, I need a doctor.

What's the problem?

One of the classes isn't bound. She's not well at all.

We'd all eat coffee.

Right.

Hey, how did he know I was in?

Place didn't. How do you can't break wind with our neighbours knowing?

This man is 57 and had a leg amputated at Asfordly General.

I don't know what's going on, Matron. It must be some sort of silly prank.

All the notes have been modelled up.

So I see. Perhaps they could just tell me Mr Steeple's blood pressure.

My stethoscope's gone too.

Then there's very little point in me conducting a ward round. I'll come back

later.

I'll come back later.

Shh. She's quite right. This should never have happened.

The other patients are giving me a hard time.

They say you spend more time with me than them.

I do not.

I'm not complaining.

I mean...

If you weren't a nun, you'd be top of my list for a Valentine card.

Behave yourself.

Mr. Steeples causing problems, is there? Yes, Doctor.

She fancies me.

Ah.

I would advise you to watch your step, Mr. Steeples, particularly two days

an appendectomy.

Perhaps you should know that it's a well -known fact that Sister Bridget

actually fancies me.

Oh, the doctor's here now.

What's going on here then?

I keep being sick.

Well, we don't want that.

Have you got any pain in your tummy?

Yeah, and my head hurts. And I've got sort of pins and needles.

And when did all this start?

When I was eating.

The bacon tasted funny.

Cathy and Julie said so too.

You cooked our breakfast.

Well, it's just my way of doing my bit for the band.

But look, there's nothing wrong with that bacon.

OK, but we can't take any chances.

Can you clear the tables and make sure none of the other children eat any more?

What are you talking about?

Food poisoning.

There's a chance you've given it to the lot of them.

Have you seen the health authority memo, re -management, reorganisation?

No. Thanks for the warning. I'll do my best to avoid it.

My job out currently there is being eliminated.

Oh, that's a bit of a blur.

They are considering... What are they, Mr Middleton? Ah, thank you.

They are considering setting up a larger management unit here. And what will

that do?

What I do, but even more efficiently.

Of course, there will be a new post as head of that.

And you will apply for that?

I may not be minded to...

Perhaps it's time I moved on.

Well, Douglas, you'll let me know when you've reached a decision.

This isn't my fault.

You can't blame me. I'm not blaming anyone.

But I'll have to call the public health inspector to check your kitchen.

Now, if you want to do something, you have to provide some people with cars so

can take them all to the room.

You think it's that bad?

Well, they're all quite young. I can't take any chances.

Why am I not wasting your time?

And it's never felt so tired and run down.

I will see what the blood test tells us.

I'll give you a call when I get the results.

And I wanted to say again how sorry we are about Caroline.

We're all going to miss her.

Thank you.

And we want you to come over.

Are you free for supper sometime?

Well, when were you thinking of?

Tonight.

Tonight?

Why not?

Happy to light it. Good.

Would it be possible for me to bring my colleague, Jill Weatherall? Of course,

bring her if you want. Shall we say, um, seven o 'clock?

I'll look forward to it.

There are eight girls with abdominal pains, headaches, and pains.

Do you think it's food poisoning? Well, they all ate the same thing. It's pretty

clear. And you should have seen the safety kitchen in the cab.

Hey, if you're trying to blame me, you'd better have some proof.

Well, it wasn't exactly clean, was it?

She's my daughter.

Do you think I want to poison her?

Well, it looks like you've managed to one way or the other. This isn't helping

the patients.

Would you please wait in reception?

I'm not having him. Now, please.

Doctor?

Just fluids by mouth for now, Mitcham. Yes, Doctor.

I'll see if I can get some more help.

Well, at least he doesn't want their stomachs pumped.

Yes.

Come with me.

Frank and Briony Wellborn. They're, uh, well, I suppose they're my oldest

friends in Elsinore.

I don't think it's a very good idea, Gordon.

I said you were just a colleague from work.

Yeah, but we're going there as a couple.

Well, is that a problem?

It is if it gets bad.

Well, it won't. I promise.

Okay.

Doctor. Oh, uh,

I need some help. Bit of an emergency.

Oh, well.

Bang goes our tea break.

Kenneth.

Kenneth Ofkirk.

Muriel.

Can you even recognise me?

Of course I did.

How are you? Me?

Never better.

That's why I'm in hospital.

No, I mean, sorry.

You're even more beautiful now than you were when you were 16.

And you're as full of it as ever.

Come here.

Oh, hello,

sister. This is Muriel. We're old friends.

Oh, I see.

I also see you've only brought up one linen basket.

See you later.

During visiting hours.

Excuse me, sister.

About Muriel. Mrs Thorne.

What's wrong with her?

None of your business.

No, I just want to know, I mean, is it out serious?

All I can say is, she won't be with us for long.

Um, where are my patients?

Matron took them to the kitchen.

What for?

You said to give them fluids.

Remember that New Year's Eve party at Emma Michael's?

The room with the coats in.

You're hardly likely to forget, Emma.

And later on, Emma Michael were handing round glasses of that fancy French wine

he'd had off the docks.

No one had ever had wine before except at communion.

And he was saying there's a first time for everything.

You blush bright red.

Can we change that mattress, Simon Ken?

All done, sister.

Then there's no reason why you can't have a look at that curtain rail in

No.

Come on, Alan.

Alan.

I nipped out for ten minutes.

I need to go to the shops.

All right, well, actually, you can go to the market and get us a bunch of

grapes. What for?

Never mind what for. I'll pay you when you get back.

I've heard that before.

I'll get my key for you. She doesn't want too many people in there.

What's going on?

I gave them the fluids that you suggested, but you didn't specify what,

thought orange squash might do the trick.

What about the stomach pain and sickness?

It appears to have stopped.

This does sometimes happen with a group like this. There's a sort of chain

reaction of hysteria that's in.

They think they're ill because someone tells them they are.

We could do with some more squash.

Well, I ought to check on them.

Well, Matron seems to have everything under control.

I don't know, maybe we ought to leave her to it.

Thank you, Doctor.

That's a case of mass hysteria.

They had food poisoning.

Tell you what, Jeff.

Maybe if you get yourself a nice glass of orange squash and sit down calmly, it

might seem different.

I mean, Matron's not superhuman. She's just been doing this longer than you

have.

Cheer up.

You'll know next time, won't you?

OK. I was wrong.

I didn't say anything.

But you might owe him an apology.

Mr.

Wilson.

I'm sorry.

It seems the girls don't have food poisoning.

I told you.

But you really should clean up that kitchen of yours.

Oh, I?

Well, maybe you ought to pay more attention to how you do your job before

start telling me how to do mine.

And seeing as how my daughter doesn't have to be in here, I'll take her home.

Here you go. Oh, the hospital's right placed for these. They look terrible.

Where did you get them? You couldn't place.

No, it's one and six.

Morning,

Ken. Ah, I'm in the middle of it.

I do wish you wouldn't do that.

It upsets the patients. That's how I like them.

Do I get the standard 20 questions or are you going to tell me?

You've heard who'll be applying for Harper's job?

I have no idea.

Harper himself doesn't appear to be interested.

That's because he doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell. Arnold Pitt

it. I'm afraid I'm not acquainted with the gentleman.

Your stage is the more gracious.

In Cumberland, where he currently works, they call him the undertaker.

He lays out, embalms and inters entire hospitals.

Closed four in the last three years.

Don't say you haven't been warned.

I shall be on the lookout for him.

Do you know if anyone's lost a stethoscope?

Well, it wouldn't be me.

No, I suppose not.

I just heard something.

I didn't mean to, but I did. You won't believe it.

Well, go on, then.

I can't tell you.

Well, if it's about your dad and his girlfriend, I know already.

But we daft.

Well, your mum's away, ain't she?

Yeah. Well, you know, when the cat's away.

No, it's me mum that's away.

What girlfriend?

Who's checking your night?

What was it true about this undertaker, Blotman?

The butcher of Cumberland.

He'll close this place in six months.

At first, he'll tighten your budgets till your eyes water.

He's the Dr. Beeching of hospital management with all the compassion of

Impaler and something of Attila the Hun's attitude to overmanning.

So he's a friend of yours?

Don't be ridiculous. He's a manager.

We've got to do something about this bloke who's after Harper's job.

Like what?

Well, make sure we keep Harper.

But you've been trying to get rid of him ever since you got here.

Yeah, yeah, well, now I'm not.

I've got some more important things to see to.

So I'm putting you in charge of making sure that you find some way of keeping

Harper.

Oh!

I found it in reception.

Oh, nice. Did you get there?

Maybe when the doctors picked it up by mistake.

Have you seen Dr. Omer off?

He and Dr. Wetherill went to have lunch.

Have you noticed?

They do that most days.

None of my business.

Nor yours.

No, you're right.

It's my business. I'm supposed to know where they are.

Usually together.

Sister Bridget wouldn't tell me what was wrong.

But she did say, you know.

And I think you're being very brave with so little time to go.

Your husband hasn't been here to see you.

No.

I'm on my own now.

Oh, sorry.

Well, it must be hard at a time like this.

It's nice that you're here to help.

I'm the one that worries about you.

If you gotta make a fool of somebody, if you gotta make a fool of someone,

dear, you really can hurt me.

I'm the one that worries about you.

Take care of the little blighter.

Who's that woman?

What woman?

The one you were sat there with, holding hands.

That woman?

That's Muriel Thorne. We were childhood sweethearts, me and Muriel. And that's

why the two of you were all lovey -dovey?

Disgusting. Muriel's very ill, and she hasn't got long.

She's got nobody else, and I was just trying to make things a little bit

for her. You're a married man?

I know.

But your mum's in Whitley Bay. She doesn't have to know.

Tad!

You know what?

I'm not going to speak another word for you until you pull yourself together.

Lizzie.

You've been sent to Coventry.

Someone must have given the golf club the other day. It's a wonderful brand.

Thank you.

It's Polo Pizzaiola.

I'm glad someone's enjoying it.

It's too fancy for me.

She's gone mad with all this Italian stuff.

You used to like Italian stuff.

You and Gordon have got all this to look forward to.

Not usually a problem at work.

I'm sorry. I thought it was... Well, not really any rush and... Well, it isn't

really appropriate.

I'm sorry. I must have got hold of the wrong end of the stick.

What she means is it's all my fault.

No.

Well, it always is, though, isn't it?

Branny? Where should I put this? On the side there.

Do you like some help with pudding?

If you could help me carry through, we'd plate up for you and Gordon.

Thanks.

Frank, what on earth are you doing?

What if your food tastes like... Please don't be polite.

Mine tasted like burnt rubber.

I want you to have it analysed.

There's nothing wrong with the food. Not yours. Mine.

Everything I've eaten for days.

I tell you, I think she's trying to poison me.

Frank. No.

First my food starts tasting odd, and then I get ill.

She's up to something.

Please.

Gordon.

I can't leave with your supper in a bag.

Give me your car keys. I'll put it in the boot.

But will you come and see me in the morning?

At the hospital.

Hey. You're working late.

So are you.

Yes, but I'm new and enthusiastic.

And I'm old and miserable.

Well, you're not old.

But you can be quite serious.

Well, I had a laugh today.

At me?

I don't know, but I think Matron enjoyed herself just a little bit too much

taking me down a peg or two.

She does that to all the new doctors.

Yeah, well, I deserved it.

Hey, you don't fancy an orange squash, do you?

Oh, I hate this stuff.

And I've got to get these finished.

Good night. Good night, Doctor.

A disastrous evening.

I'm sorry.

Bad idea.

Yeah.

that we're seeing one another, or we're not, OK? But I cannot stand all this

lying and keeping secrets.

We can't tell everyone. No, of course we can't, but is it ever really going to

change? I mean, there is no end of reasons for keeping this secret, are

Jill, we've just got to give it time.

I don't know what Frank's doing, but let's have coffee.

Husbands.

Who's watching your ward?

I want you back there in two minutes.

There's a man in my bed.

Mr Staples.

Had this sleepwalking ever happened before?

Once, when I was staying in a youth hostel.

I'm really sorry.

I think that we should talk later, see if there's something we can do.

You can cure sleepwalking.

You never know.

I'll arrange an appointment for you.

A lot of odd things have happened since he's been here.

He could have done that in his sleep.

I'd be grateful if he'd make this a priority.

He's disrupting our routine and upsetting other patients. I will.

Quite often sleepwalking is a symptom of a more serious underlying condition.

We'll see.

Every little bit hurts Every night

I cry Every night I sigh Every night I wonder why You treat

me cold Yet you won't let me go

Morning, Alan.

Did you go to another of them foreign films last night?

No, Samantha wasn't free and I've just found out why.

She's seen Mr Rose.

Mr Rose?

Why would she want to do that? He's old enough to be a dad.

Oh, Alan.

Are you sure?

I saw him.

Here.

You can have this.

Hello, love.

Oi. Happy Jack.

I've got work to do.

Operation Harper.

And you really believe that Brighton is trying to poison you?

I can taste something in my food, and like I said last night, I feel terrible.

Yes, well, I'll get the food analysed. In the meantime, I'd like you to see Dr

Klein, our psychiatrist.

You think I'm mad?

No, that's not what I'm saying.

But you still think I should go and see the shrink, eh?

I expected more from you.

I'm doing the best that I can for you. Why don't you just cut the nonsense and

have me committed?

Frank, will you listen?

There are three possibilities here.

One, that Brian really is trying to poison you.

Two, that you have something physically wrong with you.

And three, that it's all in your head.

And I have to explore all three possibilities.

It's all or nothing at all.

It's up to you, I'm afraid.

We've come to move you to your new office.

I don't need a new office.

Right, I'll leave you in Alan's capable hands.

This is ridiculous.

I'll probably be leaving next month and I'm quite happy where I am.

Why does nobody in this hospital ever take a blind bit of notice of me?

I'm just obeying orders.

So, you've come into your banning group this afternoon.

Well... I saw you put the poster up and I'm none the wiser.

Is it at all like badminton?

It's a meeting.

We can sit down and discuss any difficult cases or patients that we

at the moment. Like cases of mass hysteria?

Hmm.

You're not going to let me forget about that, are you?

Absolutely not.

Actually, that might not be a bad place to start.

Well, I can't make it tonight, I'm afraid. Sorry.

And, well, I'm going to have to see how things are at home.

Well, I'll come along.

I think it's a great idea.

Where's this new office?

Next to reception.

It's much bigger, quieter too.

I have a meeting in Ashfordly. I expect everything to be ready for me when I

return this afternoon.

Right you are, Mr Harper.

Oh, and no, Mr Harper.

I gave your car a clean.

Doctor said it may only be another couple of days.

Well, you can't always be sure.

Could be less than that, even.

Ken.

Could you pass me my bag?

Remember this?

It was the happiest day of my life when you proposed to me.

You should have it back.

No.

You keep it.

I don't think it fits anymore.

Look at that, it does.

Can't get it off now.

Well, you don't have to, do you?

You're saying what I think you are.

Oh, Ken!

What's wrong?

Tell me.

I know about you and Mr. Rose.

Please don't tell anyone.

Why shouldn't I?

Because I'm asking.

Were you with him last night?

Well, sometimes I stay at his house.

You what?

You haven't said anything to anyone else, have you?

Only Lizzie.

Oh, great.

Now the whole hospital's going to know.

I've talked to Frank Wellborn.

I'd say he could be mildly paranoid and possibly depressed, but he shows no sign

of mental illness.

Well,

he was convinced that his food had a metallic taste.

I suppose I should send a sample to Ashfordly for analysis.

Oh, sorry.

It's OK, we're finished.

I, um... I just wanted to ask about Frank.

I've just seen him waiting in reception.

Yes, we were just talking about him.

What's the matter with him?

Well, to cut a long story short, he thinks that, um...

He thinks that Bryony is trying to poison him.

Oh, well, I wish he'd said something.

Last night, I saw her sprinkling some white powder onto Frank's plate. Now, I

assumed it was sugar or something, but she did try to hide it.

Well, that's because it probably was sugar.

I mean, he hasn't keeled over it yet, has he?

Maybe because he didn't eat any of it.

I saw what I saw.

Dad?

I thought you weren't speaking to me.

I'm not.

Since when were moles fatal?

You sure this is Muriel's phone?

She was having moles removed. I filed a note.

Ken, let me go.

You're not the only one.

This can't have stopped Arthur leaving.

It's just gone wrong.

I took all the furniture out of his office and I left it here.

Why did you do that? I still haven't cleared out the new one and I had to

it somewhere.

So it just disappeared into thin air? Oh, yeah.

I did want a load of old junk like that.

Come here, Sherlock.

Look at that horse manure.

Who usually takes out junk when we leave it out here?

Oh, no. Oh, yes.

Congratulations.

What? I just saw Muriel and she showed me the ring.

Lizzie, it's all been a big mistake. I can explain. Yeah, you explain to her

there's already a missus up Kirk.

And if you haven't done it by tonight, I'm phoning Mum.

Lizzie. And I'm sending you back to Coventry.

You tell your mum Coventry won't be far enough.

I can't believe he's been saying these things about me. How dare he?

Well, I saw you put something on your husband's food last night.

Happy.

It's a food supplement.

Extra vitamins and mineral.

Frank's been so run down, I had to try something.

Well, I'm... I'm so sorry.

You can imagine how it looked. No.

No, I can't.

Can you tell Dr Ormore that I can't wait any longer? I'm going home. Well, as he

said... Would you just give him that message, please?

Well, like I said, I, um... I really am very sorry. I shouldn't have come.

Hold on.

Don't go.

There's a thing or two you should know about your friend, Gordon Ormrod.

Frank had an affair.

Gordon knew all about it.

Never said a word to me.

I can never understand that.

But it's obvious now.

He was doing exactly the same thing.

I mean, I assume he started seeing you before Caroline died.

Hello?

I'll come as quick as I can.

I need a lift to the hospital.

It's Frank.

It's Frank and Bo, man. We're halfway down Market Street.

Cost me ten bob and all.

Well, the money well spent if we stop half of it from leaving.

Hey, you should be chuffed with it.

It's not bad in here to have got rid of cockroaches, is it?

Poison seems to have done the trick. What was that?

Nothing, Mr Harper.

Now, is there anything else we can get you to make you feel more at home?

Since you ask, I wouldn't mind a cup of tea.

Alan will sort that for you. What are you waiting for, Alan? You heard what Mr

Harper said.

Thank you.

Milk, two sugared.

Right, well, we hope you'll be very happy in your new office.

We wish you the best of luck with your job application.

I told her, yeah?

All right, I'm on my way.

strong chance that you may have a brain tumour.

That would explain the symptoms of tiredness and lack of energy.

And, of course, the fit.

It would also explain why your food has tasted peculiar.

A tumour can present an increased disturbance of taste and smell.

Oh, God.

Is there anything you can do about it?

Well, I'll transfer you to Ashfordly, Frank, and then...

If my diagnosis is correct, they'll operate.

I'm sorry.

Let's not talk about it.

I need you, Bryony.

I'm here, aren't I?

Hello, Colin.

Oh, nothing.

Did you buy Simone for the wrong present?

No, it's not that.

What is it?

She's seen someone else.

Not Dr Goodwin.

No, Mr Rose.

Don't be daft.

It doesn't matter.

This is what we call an abreaction process.

The drip should help you to relax and talk more easily.

Talking's not usually a problem for me. I'm sure it isn't.

Now, are you worried about anything?

Anxious at all?

No.

I'm sorry about what happened last night, but it was just sleepwalking.

isn't such a thing as just sleepwalking.

More often than not, there's a reason for it.

You work on the seafront, is that right?

If I want a free game of crazy golf, I'm your man. I might take you up on that.

Do you enjoy it?

It's OK.

Except when the balls get stuck in the little windmill.

I looked at your notes.

You seem to have moved around quite a lot.

Winchester, that was school, was it?

And then Cambridge.

Yeah. But you left after a year.

It didn't really work out.

There were other things I wanted to do.

How did your parents feel about that?

What do you think?

I'd guess they weren't happy.

No.

Do they know where you are?

Maybe. I don't know.

OK, I'm a bit old to be running away from home, but you should see my home.

Have you got a moment?

I know it isn't any of my business, but Alan's got this daft idea in his head

that you're seeing Mr Rose.

Well, he's going round telling people.

No, it came out by accident.

He's gone round like a wet weekend.

He's told Lizzie, too.

I thought you should set him straight about it.

It's not just him that needs setting straight.

It sounds like it's the entire hospital.

I suppose I'll just have to come clean.

My father's a solicitor.

For the last three generations, the firm's been handed from father to son,

I'm not there to be handed down to.

And how do you feel about that?

OK.

I had my life all laid out before me, like a railway line heading off over the

horizon, and I've come off the tracks.

That suits me.

But it's Dad's train set, and he isn't very happy.

Are you?

I thought I wasn't until we started this.

And now you're going to tell me I'm mad? No.

You may be depressed, but we can do something about that.

But first, I think you need to phone your parents.

I can't do that. I suggest that you won't get over this until you do.

What is it you're really running away from, Joe?

Here, Mr Harper.

Milk and sugar there for you.

Thank you. Could you make sure this catches the afternoon post, please?

Muriel, it's me.

I need to have a word with you. It's been a bit of a mistake.

If you're looking for Mrs Thorne, she's been discharged.

Oh.

This is for you.

She said something about arranging to see you again.

Did you tell her?

Yes. There were a few tears.

Me too.

Well, you know, it's the first love and all that.

Anyway, there's no need for your mum to know about this.

She's going to have to.

Why? Because she's still telling her pack of lies.

Muriel's going home.

I mean, if she wants to think that we're engaged, where's the harm in that?

She even gave me her address, but I don't have to get in touch with her.

Yes, you do.

She only just left. If you run, you'll catch her.

Lizzie! I'm not talking to you.

There's a little truth in every lie you tell me.

Muriel!

A little good...

Here you are.

Come on, I've got to tell you.

I'm married.

My wife's up at our caravan at Whitley Bay.

I guessed.

My husband's working in Scunthorpe.

What? I should have said.

Had you worried, though, didn't I?

Not kidding.

What was all this about, then?

You broke my heart when you didn't come back after the war.

It was hard.

You still could have told me.

When I saw you at the hospital, I thought it's time for a little bit of

revenge.

But look on your face when you thought you'd proposed to me.

I know.

So am I forgiven, then?

Come in.

I quite enjoy thinking yourself 17 again for a couple of days.

Do you want to know something?

So did I.

You have a scar to be proud of, Mr. Steeples.

In two days, you should be ready to go home.

What on earth... No smoking on the wards.

Samantha! It's a nasty, dirty habit, and you should give it up.

Oops.

I hope that bedpan isn't full.

Sorry.

My favourite bent briar.

Beaumont? What on earth?

Uncle's such a pussycat.

Mr. Rhodes is your uncle?

Why? What did you think he was?

My boyfriend?

Hey.

Will you have a go at me for having family on payroll?

How was Briony this morning?

She seemed pretty upset when I accused her of trying to poison her husband, but

she'd actually been trying to help him.

And she lost her temper.

And she said out loud what everybody else is going to be thinking. She wanted

know if... All of this started before Caroline died, and it did, didn't it?

And I can't deny it.

And nothing's going to change that.

We knew that all along.

We haven't had to face other people knowing about it.

Maybe I'm just being a coward, but I really can't deal with that.

You know, it doesn't matter what other people think.

This is about us. Gordon, if that were really true, we wouldn't be having this

conversation, would we?

Look, we need to talk about this properly.

This evening.

No, Gordon, I...

I can't do this anymore.

I'm so sorry.

Is Mr. Rose really your uncle?

Yeah. Mummy was a rose.

So why did you keep it a secret?

I didn't want everyone thinking he pulled strings to get me a job here.

So he's just your uncle?

Brilliant.

How about a film tonight?

They've got bicycle thieves this week.

Oh, that's OK.

I'll get my brother's van again.

It won't bite you, you know.

I know.

You've been staring at it for the last half an hour.

Dr Klein said I should phone my father.

She thought it might help.

And you don't?

She doesn't know my father.

What's the worst he can do?

Tell me how much I've let him down, disgraced the family name, all that.

Do you know what I think?

For a father to have a son like you, he can't be all that bad.

He might come round to seeing things your way.

You don't know my father either.

Are you sure you do?

He could just surprise you.

That's about as likely as you taking up crazy golf.

Well, you see... Now...

You never know.

I'll be staying for many a day.

I'm in love with you now.

I'm telling you now.

I'll say what you want to hear.

I'll be telling you for many a year.

I'm in love with you now.

Why exactly does Mr Harper need me in your office?

Well, I had this brainwave and I thought it would be a way to show that he was

appreciated here. Oh, indeed.

Well, someone's got to do that job and better than devil you know and all that.

Anyway, I'm pleased to say it worked. Thanks to your brainwave.

All we need now is for you to persuade him to apply for his own job.

I think it'll sound better coming from you.

Are you sure this thing will work? What a dead cert.

What on earth?

Tea?

Tea?

That's not sugar, it's cockroach poison.

Get a doctor here as fast as you can.

Are you all right, my chap?

I didn't think you'd do it.

You never can tell with people, can you?

No, you can't.

I suppose that's what keeps me in a job.

How is he?

Lucky he wasn't a cockroach.

He'll be fine.

Well, that's great news.

We don't want to lose our Mr Harper.

Is there anything you need at all?

I'm sorry, Mr Harper's not up to having visited.

He's quite poorly.

But we're going to make him better.

Because we couldn't do without you, could we, Mr Harper?

No.

By the way, my uncle, Mr Rose, was wondering whether you'd be applying for

job.

I do hope you will.

Well...

It doesn't look like anyone else is coming.

Do you still want to go ahead?

I don't know.

Hardly seems worth it.

This isn't so much a group as a duet.

This is the right place for the doctor's chinwag?

Yes. We were just wondering whether to carry on.

Was there something you wanted to raise?

As a matter of fact, there was.

I was wondering whether Dr Goodman recalled a patient of his, Mr Brian

presented with severe back pains.

Yes. What about him?

You referred him to my colleague, Ballantyne.

Arguably the finest orthopaedic surgeon in the north of England, correct?

Correct. Mr Edwards informed Valentine that he no longer needed treatment

because you'd sent him to a quack.

A bone fitter, Nobby Jepson.

I thought he might be able to help, Brian, and he did.

Nobby Jepson.

A name to come to with.

You can almost see the plaque on Harley Street.

By appointment to the naive and gullible.

Yes, well, you haven't met him. Nor do I intend to.

I've managed to persuade Mr. Ballantyne that since you are somewhat wet behind

the ears, he shouldn't report you to the GMC on this occasion.

So you owe me a debt of gratitude for that.

But I warn you now, if you ever send a patient to Mr. Nobby Jepson again, I

not hesitate to report you myself.

It's completely unethical.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a Fisher waiting for me in Ashfordly

It is incidentally...

in a fiction that bone -setters have signally failed to get to grips with.

Good afternoon.

Shall we call it a day?

Probably a good idea.

How about a drink?

An even better idea.

I might be late.

Well, only Lucy and I turned up. We thought we'd go to the pub instead.

Do you want to come?

Yeah, why not?

Lizzie, about phoning your mother.

As soon as I get home?

Well, you don't have to. It's all sorted.

Look.

She even gave me the ring back.

See, the thing is, me and Muriel got engaged during the war and then I was

away with the army. I was billeted with your mother's family.

I fell for your mum and six months later we were married.

I didn't tell Muriel.

And when I heard she'd moved, I thought I could get away with it. You dumped

her. Because I loved your mum.

I know I should have told her, but I did this time.

What are you going to do with the ring?

Will you do us a favour?

Saying out to your mum she might be getting it for her next birthday.

Dad! I'm joking.

Fish and chips.

Mushroom peas.

Your treat.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

How are the children?

Well, they don't really understand, but so far so good.

And you?

Well, pretty much the same, really.

This may sound odd, but I decided that I'd wanted Caroline kept alive.

Just knowing that makes it slightly more bearable.

Doesn't really make sense, does it?

It means you did everything you could for her.

And so did you.

I never really thanked you.

Thank you.

Come on. God bless.

Anyway.

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