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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?

Nearly there, David.

There we are, Roger.

Just give it a minute.

it, Doctor.

Music always used to help, but now he's on the rack.

He's just on the rack the whole time. I know.

Look, um, I really think we've reached the stage where we need to take him in.

I'm so sorry.

But this is his whole life.

He hasn't got a life, Faye.

Not without pain control.

And we can do that so much better in the hospital.

Look, um... Why don't I send along one of our nursing staff?

Sister Bridget.

She can explain things so much better than I can.

Stick to me, darling.

Excuse us, please.

Meryl, please, this is driving me mad.

Stop avoiding me. Give me a chance to explain.

I don't need explanations, it's obvious.

You proposed to me and you were already married.

No, it wasn't like that. I was going to ask Sandra for a divorce, I swear.

I don't want to marry you.

Now, I love you.

Some love, eh?

You lied through your teeth, Frankie.

Yes, Mr Bolton, but I'm carrying out an internal audit and I need the bank

statement.

It doesn't matter when Mr Middleditch comes back.

Well... If that's your attitude, I'll manage without.

Goodbye.

Sorry to disturb you, sister.

I, er... I wonder if you can help me with a bit of a problem.

Oh, yeah.

A man at home dying of cancer.

He's reached the point when he really needs to come in for pain control, but

he's, er... Well, he's understandably apprehensive.

I just wondered... If I could make a home visit to explain?

I'd be happy to help.

I could go now, if you like. Tomorrow will be fine.

I can see you're in the middle of things.

I'll send Lizzie along with the details.

David Wallace is his name.

He's a lovely man.

Cellist.

Doctor, any news on Matron?

Not yet.

But don't worry about it.

You're doing a terrific job.

And if Matron does decide to leave, well, I'm right behind you.

Thank you.

Next, please.

This is the right way, please.

Ready?

No, I'm not even nearly finished.

I thought you were doing supper this evening.

Gordon, look at the waiting room.

So I could pick up Kate from Browness?

When will we leave it, would you?

I mean, it's not going to be the same without Matron.

What will she do now?

Well, she's definitely leaving.

Picking up her stuff tomorrow, apparently.

Oh, it's just so sad, isn't it?

Finding happiness and everything, isn't it?

It's no good, Frankie.

If you're going to ask me again, the answer's still no.

Look, Lizzie, if you saw the state of me and you dicks... You heard her.

Now sling your hook.

Just want to roll.

I tell you, man.

Don't want to hold.

I want to round.

Be off the ground.

From town to town.

I say I think this life is grand.

Say I dig it, man.

Don't bring me down, man.

Don't bring me down.

Mr. Wallace, I can see how much you're suffering.

I can manage.

But you'd be so much more comfortable in the hospital.

There'd be a doctor on hand all the time.

We'd be able to keep things bearable.

It's quite an art, you know, controlling pain.

And our doctors are very good.

Oh, this is Carol, our daughter.

Hello. Hello.

I need your help, Dad.

Carol? I can't work out the fingering. In a minute, darling.

This is all I have.

My family.

My music.

I can't leave it.

But it can come with you.

We just want you to be comfortable, Dad.

That's all.

I'll think about it.

Now, practice makes perfect.

There you go.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming, Senator.

Not at all.

You needn't worry, you know.

You can be with them all the time.

You can even sleep at the hospital if you want to.

And as for the music, well, we can't provide a piano, but I'm sure we can do

something.

We'll make it a second home, I promise you.

Well, we'll work on him.

But I warn you, he's stubborn.

I need to see Dr. Wetherill urgently, please.

Hang on.

Oh, not hang on, young lady. My wife is ill.

Yeah, well, if you'd just like to take a seat. Oh, Doctor, there's a... This is

the third time.

I've had to bring Thelma in, Doctor, and I'm worried sick.

All right. I'm sorry, but nothing you've given her so far has made the slightest

bit of difference. If anything, she's getting worse.

Well, migraine is notoriously hard to treat.

Yes, if that's what it is.

Come on, Dennis, of course it is. Well, I'm not so sure, though.

All right, if you both like to come through with me.

Lizzie!

Before I start surgery, and when you finish whatever it is you're doing, I

a new prescription pad.

Well, that's just it, Doctor. You can't have one.

I beg your pardon?

Well, I'm sure I left them here, because that's what I always do, but obviously

I didn't. So where on earth are they?

The prescription pads.

The keys!

Right, so it's sensitive here, is it? Yeah.

Especially sort of here and here.

Right.

OK.

How about here?

Yes.

I'll just have a quick look at your eyes.

All right, Mr. Forbes. Well, your wife does seem to be in a lot of discomfort,

so we will keep her in for tests.

Thank you.

Ah, Ken!

Just the man.

Bit of a crisis.

Business off the keys to the stationery store.

Right, I'll get the spurs.

Quite extraordinary.

I've got the light bulbs and my wards have disappeared overnight.

And my store cupboard keys have gone.

So have I.

Sir Harper, what on earth is going on?

I'm economising.

And is there any reason why that is?

Indeed there is. This hospital is in the red.

In the red?

No, I really don't think so.

There'll be no doubt about it, I'm afraid, which is why, as of today, I'm

instituting a strict economy drive.

Look, as acting matron, I suggest we wait until Mr Middleditch returns

And we'll be taking personal control of all supplies and issuing stores only

upon receipt of a chit signed by a head of department.

A chit?

Oh, for goodness sake, don't be ridiculous.

Come on, Mr Harper, just hand over the keys.

I'm sorry.

If expenditure exceeds income, action must be taken.

And talking of expenditure, Mr Hopkirk, I'd like to see you later on to discuss

the boiler. And don't forget... I want chips.

Have you made up your mind yet?

About the future.

No. I suppose it's a question of whether you still want to retire or... I know.

Do give my thanks to Jim.

I will.

Enjoy the rest of your break.

Oh, I certainly will.

Hello, Matron.

Matron!

Good to see you.

Nurse, my wife's been waiting for a bed for more than an hour.

I'm very sorry, sir.

What's the problem, Liz?

Can't get the clean sheets because the linen cupboard's locked. Isn't there a

key, for heaven's sakes?

A slight administrative hitch, that's all, to have it sorted out.

Hey, I thought I'd know what Matron would say.

I can imagine.

What on earth is that silly man up to?

Don't ask.

The hospital's in the red, apparently, so he's decided to economise. What, by

taking out lightbulbs and locking up linen cupboards?

I know, I know, and I will deal with him, but not now.

No, all right.

Look, I was just going to ask who's going to do the food shopping.

Well, I thought you said that... Jill, sometimes, just sometimes, when things

get tough, I wish that... You wish what?

Nothing.

Well, actually, it would be nice if we had some sort of domestic plan.

We could stick to... That's all.

You mean a wife?

Housewife. Nice little pinny.

Supper on the table, ready for the big man's return.

Don't be silly.

I see. So that's why you want me to have a baby, so that I can stay at home and

be a housewife?

No, of course not. I'm sorry, Gordon. It took me an awful long time to get where

I am today, and I am not going to give it all up to warmer man's slippers.

How are you, Matron?

The break do you good?

Oh, yes, it was lovely. Thank you.

I saw Dr. Romerod on my way in, and he told me you were doing a first -class

job. Oh, I don't know.

Oh, I'm quite sure he's right.

So, uh... So, what I'm going to say will come as a disappointment, I'm afraid.

I've decided to stay on.

Oh. I'm very sorry.

I know you had your heart set on the job, and I'm quite sure that one day...

I hadn't.

One day, the job will be yours.

But... I don't want to be matron.

Matron. You don't?

No, really not.

I'm no good at the paperwork, I'm terrible at the telephoning, and I can't

with Mr Harper, and if you were going to come back, it would be the most

enormous relief.

Oh.

Well, then. And after your sad loss, isn't it better for you to carry on?

Sorry, it's not for me to say, of course.

No, you're quite right.

I'd be lost without my work.

I'm not without mine.

Nursing.

That's what I love.

And that's what I miss.

So, if you wouldn't mind, I'll clear my stuff

and I'll get back to my ward.

No hard feelings.

I'm delighted.

By the way, why are half the lights switched off?

Ah, that.

You'll need to ask Mr Harper.

She's not even trying now.

Seems to have given up altogether.

Aye, she's exhausted, poor thing.

It's been hours since she started.

If it comes to it, we're going to have to try and pull her out ourselves.

It's either that or a wet till the vet's finished his rounds.

But she won't go into the shed, Rick. We've tried that.

I'll have to do it here, then.

I'll go and get ropes.

You'll stop with her.

Magnificent. Built in the days when things were made to last.

Yes, well, maybe.

But this old girl is definitely past it.

Nonsense. Look, I know. I look after her. And it's took me five years to get

Middleditch to agree to buy a new one.

Yes, well, I'm afraid I've cancelled the order.

What? This hospital cannot afford a new boiler.

But Mr Harper...

That one is completely unreliable. Yeah, it's only because of Ken that we manage

at all. Yes, yes, I do realise you'd like a shiny new toy to play with,

But it's not that. It's that I can't guarantee to keep that one going.

Exactly my point, Mr Hopkirk. It needs a proper boiler expert to see to it, and

as long as we have you, we can't afford one.

What do you mean?

Like no Ken?

It's a possibility, yeah. You can take care of the day -to -day stuff, Alan,

sure, and we're getting a proper tradesman for anything big.

Mr Harper.

Rachel, I thought you'd left it. I'm afraid not.

And I'd like a little chat with you about light bulbs, the stationery store

the linen cupboard.

Yes, well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait. I'm very busy at the moment. Mr

Harper.

OK.

Right.

So...

I'm going to send this and the blood samples off to the lab. If you could

sure that Mrs Forbes gets her painkillers as soon as possible.

Yes, Doctor. Okay.

I'm pretty sure that it is cranial arthritis.

Have you told her? No, not yet. Not until I get these back and I know for

certain.

In the meantime, Sister, can you make sure that she stays nice and quiet? If

is what I think it is, there is a risk of stroke or sudden blindness.

Yes, Doctor.

Are you going to do X -rays?

They'd show up a brain tumour.

I'm sorry?

It's no good trying to keep things from me, Doctor.

I know that's what it is, because my mother died of one. And I know the

symptoms. And what's more...

She'd still be alive today if I hadn't listened to the doctors. I'm not making

that mistake again.

Who's that there?

It's Dr. Almarad.

Right.

I'm going to ask him for a second opinion.

No, please, Mr. Forbes.

This was a patient.

Very well.

But I will talk to him later.

And if he agrees with me, I want her referred.

To a top specialist in London, if we have to.

My wife means everything to me, Doctor.

And I'm not going to lose her.

Oh. Look, I've tried to explain.

I never apologise. What more do you want me to do?

Excuse me.

Meryl.

Frankie.

I'd leave it if I were you.

What, because you say so?

No.

Because she does.

I know what a wrench this might be, but we make it as easy as we can, I promise.

Thank you, Kate.

Hello, Mr Wallace.

You're in the hospital now.

How are you feeling?

Better for seeing you again.

Well, that's a good thing, because you're going to be seeing an awful lot

from now on, I'm afraid.

Dad, what's all this about you being for the chop?

Oh, don't ask me. All I know is if Harper does try anything... He'll have a

thumping great fight on his hands.

Aye, he will that.

And you know what this stupid twerp's going to have done now? He's going to

the boiler room door on second key.

No. Call in the experts, he says, experts.

I am the expert when it comes to that boiler.

Of course you are. I mean, you know her little ways and everything.

I do, Alan, that's right. I mean, it's like a woman, isn't it? It's OK, as long

as you know what buttons to press.

Hello, the Royal.

Right, just... Give me the address.

I will, right away.

Out of my way. Some chap's run his wife over.

For God's sake, be quick.

I don't know what to do for Bess. I tried moving her, but she's in too much

pain.

We're trying to get Carpo.

Hello, Annie. I'm Dr Goodwin. You don't worry, we're going to have you out of

here in a minute.

My legs! Don't touch my legs!

OK, let's have a blanket, shall we?

And morphine, please. Out of my bag.

Okay, it doesn't look good. Both kneecaps are definitely dislocated.

I think we've got a rupture of the quadriceps expansion.

She's going to need surgery. I'm afraid we need to get her into hospital as soon

as we can. Let Mr. Rose take a look.

I'm sorry, love.

I'm sorry.

Darling, did you manage to sort out Emily's new teaching?

Mr. Harper.

Excuse me.

How long do you think he's got?

Weeks.

Days, possibly.

It's hard to say.

Look, I've asked Mr. Rose to take a look at him, by the way.

I know I said palliative care only, but...

There might just be one thing that we could... Yes?

What is it?

I would have thought that was obvious.

Whatever do you mean?

The waste, matron.

Three electric lights, a heater and a gramophone.

All burning electricity at the time when this hospital is in dire financial

straits. Not to mention the provision of tea and cake to non -patients who

shouldn't be here in the first place.

Mr Hopp.

The man is dying, Mr Harper.

That's immaterial.

The same rules apply to everyone.

I want that gramophone turned off. And the heater. I want... It doesn't matter

what you want, Mr Harper.

For God's sake, man.

Haven't you got anything better to do?

I could have gone with her.

What about the cow?

You can't just leave her here. Have you called the vet?

Aye, but he's out on another call.

I'm very worried, Doctor.

I could lose her if we don't get it out soon.

I mean, one leg's out all right, but other's back and I can't seem to shift

forward like.

Not being medical.

I should be there helping Rick.

Keep still.

But she's one of our best cows.

Well, let's just concentrate on you for the minute, shall we?

Well, that's funny. I don't see Dr. Goodwin's car anywhere.

Do you want rope?

No, if I can just... Debbie!

If I can just... Debbie!

Here she comes. Here she comes.

Fantastic.

Okay. Look at this statement.

How's the patient, sister?

Is he behaving?

Oh, I think so, Mr. Rose.

I don't think we'd know that.

We don't.

And the pain's under control?

The best it's been for weeks.

Good.

Now then, old chap.

Dr. Ormerod has asked me to review your case and see if there's anything I can

do.

I can't cure your cancer for you, of course.

But looking at your x -rays, I might be able to do something about the symptoms.

In particular, the jaundice and the nausea.

It would mean a small operation to bypass your bile ducts, get rid of...

you.

It would buy you some more time.

I don't want extra time.

I just want what's left to be okay.

Quite sure?

Quite sure.

Fair enough.

Well, if there's anything more we can do for you, you just have to see the word.

I'd like a party.

A party?

Why not?

David!

Why should you lot have all the fun?

I dare say you'll be getting together to give me a good send -off, and I'd

rather like to be there.

Why miss your own funeral? I quite agree.

Mr. Rose, you're wanted in casualty.

Right. Oh, Matron, you and Sister Bridget will be putting on a wink for

gentleman here while he's still here to enjoy it.

Damn fine idea.

Right, Mrs Pailthorpe, as soon as our anaesthetist decides to grace us with

presence, we'll get these knees of yours sorted out.

What about the calf?

Nothing wrong with your calves, dear lady, it's your knees.

You've squashed your knees, all right?

And if I were you, I'd make that husband of yours wear spectacles in future,

especially if you're going to be lying round in long grass.

How he managed not to see her, I fail to imagine.

They were worried about the calf.

I'll see her in the theatre.

Sorry, we got held up.

You'll never believe what we've just done.

We've just delivered a car. Thinking of taking it up as a sideline.

Good.

Perhaps now you're ready to address the slightly less glamorous problem of Mrs

Pailthorpe and her knees, yes?

Yes, of course.

Theatre in five minutes.

Scrub up properly.

I do not wish any of my patients to be afflicted with cowpox, brucellosis or

bovine TB.

Not amused.

Come along. Just give Kenny's keys back.

I'm sorry, Matron. As of today, I'm taking personal control of boiler

maintenance.

I'll have that noise stopped in a jiffy.

Out of my way, please.

I don't believe this.

OK. Just let me tell you what to do. No, because whatever it is you've been

doing hasn't worked, has it?

Mr Harper, will you please give Ken back his keys and let him do his job?

Yes, well, ladies never do understand the efficient use of labour, do they?

to my mind, that's what's been wrong with this hospital for a long time.

Too many ladies.

That, Mr Harper, is a remark you will live to regret.

Come in.

Can I have a word, please, Major? Not now.

Please, it's very important.

Look, I know I've made a real mess of things recently, but if it's done

anything, it's made me take stock.

And I really want to make something of my life, so... Well, I've decided I'd

like to become a nurse.

A nurse?

You want to be a nurse?

Yeah.

Frankie, after what's happened... No, I know, but...

I think I'd be really good at it.

I feel I've got it in me, you know?

And I've got all the O -levels I need to get me into the training.

I just need two references.

Now, Dr Romerov said he'd give me one, and, well, I was wondering if maybe

give me the other one.

Please, just give me a chance.

Good.

That's the ligamentum patellae repaired.

Now, if the veterinary nurse could possibly pass me the subcutaneous

could start to close her up.

Stop, Nurse Taylor!

Oh, please.

Thank you.

I know we're dealing with a mere human here, but we must still try to do our

best.

And if Dr. Goodwin would be so kind as to check her oxygen levels, bearing in

mind that she is not an ungulate.

What in heaven's name is going on?

It's a pipe knock, Mr. Rose. I know what it is you call has been distracting me

all through surgery.

Who's in charge of the boiler?

Mr. Harper, sir.

No, no, no. Tomorrow morning's no good at all. I've got pipes knocking

throughout the hospital.

An emergency call out.

And how much would you charge?

How much?

But I... No, thank you.

£10 a go. Well, I'll afford that.

Mr. Oz. If you don't get that boiler fixed now, Harper, I'll have your guts

garters.

An entirely possible surgical procedure, I assure you.

Thank you. Excuse me, Doctor, I need to talk to you about my wife, Mrs Thelma

Forbes. Yes?

It's the headaches.

It's pretty obvious to me that she's got a brain tumour. I do have first -hand

experience of the condition, so I know the symptoms, but her doctor refuses to

listen to me. Well, look, I'm sorry, Mr Forbes, but I'm terribly late for

something, and I can't discuss another doctor's case.

But the headaches.

Well, yes, headaches can indicate a brain tumour, and they would have to be

ruled out, but I'm sure Dr Weatherill has.

Please, Mr Forbes, forgive me.

Thank you.

That's all I needed to hear.

Inflow. Eater.

Outflow.

Pressure gauge.

Permit. Ah.

Good. I'll have it turned up to her.

Should have read the instructions.

A toast.

Silence for a toast.

To the best dad in the world.

To my darling husband, David.

To David.

To David.

Beach. Oh, no, Carol, he can't.

Oh, yes, I can.

No, darling.

Not many people get to attend their own wake.

But I... I never could bear being left out.

So, thank you for allowing me to gatecrash.

Being me, naturally, I've arranged a little entertainment.

My star pupil and own dear daughter.

Frankly, about the nursing idea, I've

considered it and I'm afraid I'm unable to give you a reference.

However, if another member of staff were to act as your referee, I would not

oppose the application.

Thank you, Major.

I'm so sorry, Faye.

He died at peace, Faye.

Well, it's what he would have wanted.

He'd already said his last goodbyes.

Here.

He so much wanted to hand it over himself.

Look... Let's be friends.

Yes, please.

I do love you, you know.

And I love you.

Very much.

What?

The food shop.

I thought you were doing it. No, we... Oh, great.

Well, no supper.

It's just not working out, is it?

What isn't working out?

Well, the both of us working flat out.

Don't start that again.

But it's true, isn't it? Oh, what? And if I were to just give in gracefully and

have a baby, your life would be so much easier. Is that what you're trying to

say? I didn't say that.

Oh, I think you did, Gordon. And what's more, you keep saying it.

Tell you what, I'll get fish and chips, shall I?

I don't believe you sometimes. I really don't.

Do you want me to make you a cuppa?

I'm sorry, mate. But when I saw the steam coming out the taps, I just

I've phoned Ken and Alvin. They're on the way in. No, no, you were quite right

to call me.

I don't like the sound of it at all.

Oh, my God.

Holy cow.

I've never heard it sound like that before.

Mr. Apple's on his way in with the keys.

Come on, let's get it on.

The keys. The keys, man. Come on. What have you done in there?

I just turned the thermostat down, that's all.

The thermostat doesn't work. That's why I have the screwdriver in the safety

valve to keep it open.

I never loved it.

I must have left it in my coat.

Don't just stop there. Go and find them.

What on earth's happened?

Oh! Hello, Mr Middleditch.

Welcome back.

The boiler exploded in the middle of the night.

Oh, no.

The hospital's archives.

All my grandfather's old papers, gone.

Yeah, and with no heating and no hot water.

This is terrible.

The hospital's whole history, gone.

Don't worry. We're saving what we can.

I and me cousin Barry's got a replacement boiler coming first thing

But we've already got one on order from King.

Mr Harper cancelled it.

That's part of his economy drive.

What? Oh, he's been a very busy boy since you've been away, Mr Middleditch.

Transformed the place, you might say.

And how are you two? You're not too cold?

Lovely. It's the central heating we can't stand.

Oh, hold on, Doc.

A little something by way of thanks for all you've done for us. Annie and I are

really grateful.

A joint of beef.

We thought you could share it with that nice nurse you work with.

I

mean...

Right. I've now got my hackened opinion.

From a senior doctor who agrees with me that it's a brain tumour and that my

wife ought to be referred at once to a specialist.

Sorry, Mr Forbes, which senior doctor are we talking about?

Dr Ormerod.

Oh, hello, Mr Middlebury.

So this is the so -called economy drive, is it?

Private heating for you while the rest of the hospital freezes.

Did you have a good holiday, sir?

Unplug that thing at once.

I have returned, Mr Harper, to scenes of utter devastation.

I can explain.

I rather think you'd better.

The hospital archives are very nearly ruined. Yes, well, I'm very sorry about

that. Hundreds of pounds of damage have been caused in the cellars.

We have no hot water, central heating, stationery or clean sheets. Yes.

And the order for the new boiler has been cancelled. Why?

Because the hospital's in debt.

I had to make urgent savings.

Expenditure exceeds income, Mr Middleditch.

I've been through the figures with a fine -toothed comb.

Where are they?

Here. Thank you.

I would now be extremely grateful if you would return all those keys for their

rightful owners at once.

And put that thing somewhere where others could enjoy it.

From Farmer Paleford.

The veterinary service has rendered.

Yuck, what is it?

What's a joint of beef?

It's huge.

And apparently you and I had to share it. So, I thought we might cook it

tonight. Hmm, sounds good.

Meryl, are you in it?

I just wanted you to know I've decided to apply for nurse training.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I interrupt something?

I'm very sorry, Mr Middleton. I really am.

And, um, about my future?

The less said about that, the better. It hangs in the balance. Sit down.

You are a chump, Harper.

Oh? A perfect chump.

No wonder you couldn't get the books to balance.

You missed off our main source of income.

My grandfather's bequest paid annually.

We are not in the red at all, Harper.

At least we weren't until the boiler exploded.

Come in.

Excuse me, Mr. Middleditch.

This is from Mr. Wallach.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh, I see.

Well, that really is very generous.

Isn't it just?

It might even buy us a new boiler.

You see, Harper, kindness to patients is never an extravagance.

Thanks for your support, Gordon.

I'm sorry?

Mrs Forbes?

What? Telling Mr Forbes you thought she had a brain tumour?

Look, all I said was... I examined her, Gordon.

She had no papilledema.

No localising neurological signs.

All right.

I'm sorry.

Caught me on the hop.

I was trying to get rid of him.

Yes?

Missy, it's Forbes' test results for you, Doctor.

Oh, thank you.

I was in a hurry. Trying to get to David Wallace's party.

Oh, well, there we are.

Cranial arteritis, just like I thought.

Look at her ear.

85.

Blimey.

What do you think? Prednisolone, 50 milligrams daily?

Absolutely. It's potentially lethal.

Right.

I'll just go and see.

Well, she's left.

Her husband took her just now.

Well, I thought you knew.

Oh, I'm going.

He was talking about taking her to London to see a specialist or something.

Well, she can't travel that far with results like that. It's positively

dangerous.

She could have a stroke any minute. She could go blind.

Right.

I might just catch them.

Is he going after them? Because they weren't going to London.

What? They were going to Whitby, to Mr...

Butcher, a brain surgeon or something.

Baker. That's it.

A Cleveland Baker.

Oh, that's fine. Panic over, I'll just go and stop going.

I shouldn't worry, Doctor. If he doesn't see them, I'll soon be back.

I'll get Mr Butcher for you, shall I?

Baker. Yes, thank you.

Somebody call an ambulance.

Hey, don't walk away from me.

So you're with him now? Is that it?

Yeah, there's been a bad crash on Whitley Road.

Okay, you go on in the ambulance. Steph and I are following my car. I'll get my

bag. Why don't you come clean, Meryl?

The door won't open!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Gordon!

Gordon, out of the way!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

My darling, are you okay?

It's going to be fine. It's okay.

It's going to be fine.

I can't find a pulse. Jill, please. I can't find a pulse.

Come on. Move out of the way.

Oh, God.

Gordon.

so far from me.