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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 alive.

Somebody help me, yeah.

Somebody help me now.

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

Every single day, I got a heartache coming my way.

I don't want to say goodbye.

Baby, but you look at the tears in my eyes. I don't want to say goodbye.

Come on. Stop.

I'm trying. I'm trying. Come on.

Maybe. Don't try and tear me down.

Come along, Susie.

Yes, Auntie.

Excuse me, mate.

I'll check out your work here.

Yeah. Right, I'm looking for one of your nutties.

Not got a name, but it's the one that was, you know, attacked.

Sorry?

Okay, raped.

He's done it again.

To my daughter.

Hey, have you ever seen anyone make such a fuss?

Oh, now, now, Ken, it was a very nasty injury.

Self -inflicted.

Excuse me?

I was impaled on a railing. What, because you were chasing lasses? And Dr

said that. That you were very lucky not to lose your leg. I know, I know, but

you've got both of them, haven't you? And I need you up and about on them. I'm

back at work.

Guess what I just heard?

What? Stan, the fellow who raped her, he's done it again.

Have you seen Planky? Sorry.

But how do you know it's the same man?

Well, apparently someone told the girl what happened to Della in the

description.

But they didn't know his name or anything.

So the girl's dad came round to find out?

Yep. And you told him?

Well, I had to, didn't I?

Francis, 999 call, quickly.

The ambulance station have been looking for you everywhere. How dare you desert

your post like that?

Have you two got no work to do? Sorry, Mason.

bed is a disgrace to the ward.

See to it, please.

Oh.

Blimey. No, that's enough.

She's under a lot of strain.

I don't see why.

Because of Susie, you dope.

Having to live with her.

And by the way, has she been to see you?

Susie? Not since the day it happened.

Surprise, surprise.

Ewies.

Tubes.

Drip -set and IV fluid, I think that's everything.

Good.

Not a little bit much over survivors.

Not if they've been hit by a train.

No.

Dr Banner, I need to tell you something.

I've never actually been in an immediate care case before.

Right.

That makes two of them.

Doesn't matter.

I've got this chap on the phone. Can someone go to his farm? Because a lady's

been trampled by cows, and it ain't supposed to be a footpath, and he sounds

really, really grumpy, and he's refusing... Sorry, I'll get you... What

Rose? You're in ten minutes.

Out of the way, Lizzie, please.

So what do I do about this chap?

At least the baby's OK. Good, strong heartbeat.

Good morning, good morning. And who do we have here? Mr and Mrs Hayward in

collision with a train.

Not to be recommended.

Both unconscious with head injuries awaiting X -ray. He has a possible

to his left leg. She has a compound fracture to the right elbow and internal

bleeding.

She's also approximately 32 weeks pregnant.

Is theatre ready?

Yes, Mr Rowland. We'll do her first. Take her along as soon as her X -ray's

done, if you please. Dr Banner, if you'd like to scrub up.

the money, please.

Oh, I am very busy, dear. I could just take some out of your bag. I know where

it is. Oh, very well.

Jill, can I have a quick word, please?

Dinner tomorrow night. I know it's quite short notice, but I think I found a new

donor for the hospital fund.

He's not been persuaded quite yet, but I just got female company. Adam, do you

mind? We're really rather busy here.

Sorry. Sorry, I'll talk to you later.

Oh, and Gordon, maybe you and I can have a word later about Dr Banner's jacket.

Right, well, if you're OK here, I'll go and see what Lizzie wanted.

Yeah.

Who took your time?

And you are?

Sam Benson.

And if she says it's my fault, it isn't. She's brought this upon herself. If you

choose to walk through a field full of cows, they're going to go for you,

they? Especially if you're daft enough to bring a dog with you. Where is she?

Oh, we're not having her in the house.

Oh, that's stupid.

Mrs Fletcher?

Where's the clean linen?

I haven't collected it yet, Matron. Well, fetch it now. We have several new

admissions and no bedsheets.

Yes, but... Kindly do as I tell you. I'll take the patient.

The reason I'm doing it and not the linen is because we haven't got Alan.

Gee, it's such a mode.

And if somebody does do something about that Susie, she's going to blow a

gasket.

There, easy does it, Miss Fletcher, that's it.

Oh, no.

No, don't worry.

It looks a lot worse than it is.

Three broken ribs, a lot of nasty bruising, but we're really only keeping

to be on the safe side. This is absolutely the last straw.

We've had nothing but trouble from that man from the moment we moved in. It's a

public footpath, for heaven's sake.

All right, Mrs Fletcher.

Look, just give her a moment to get settled.

Curtains, please.

Sorry.

For goodness sake, no.

Sorry.

Sheep, sister. And when you've got a minute, Lizzie and me would like a word

about the situation.

It

can't

go on like this. We've had loads of complaints. So Lizzie and me have had an

idea. Two ideas.

One, find Susie something to do to keep out her mischief. And B, find her

someone else to sleep to or that matron.

Get a bit of peace.

So we wondered... As you get on with making the best. If you wouldn't mind

putting them to her. Oh, no, I don't know about that.

Izzy? Come here, Doctor.

Please, sister.

For the good of the hospital.

Sam Benson.

Back in form.

He's on the list, but there's nothing in his file.

Yeah, well, that's because he never comes to see us, isn't it?

Believe it or not, there are some patients that never get ill. And a good

too. Did you say Sam Benson? Yes.

Well, didn't his father die in a farming accident the year or so ago? That's

right. He got buried under a load of hay.

Matron says, can you come quickly?

Mrs Hayworth's gone into labour.

Why did you come here?

To the beach.

No, to Elson Bay.

Dog likes it, yeah.

What about you?

Don't know yet.

Job's great.

A lot of variety.

More responsibility than I get most places.

But... I get a lot of freedom because it's an old -fashioned practice.

But there's a lot of old -fashioned athletes that come with it.

How are things with you?

A bit sort of nothing, really.

You know, I thought dropping the rape charges would mean I'd get back to some

kind of...

Normality. It doesn't seem to work like that.

It's like what you said.

It's just the way the people think around here.

Maybe we should start a revolution.

We could, but nobody would join in.

Good, right.

Well, I've already given her a strong sedative, and with any luck, this

salbutamol infusion will stop the contractions.

Okay.

It's all right, Method Hayward.

You're doing really well.

Poor man.

Still hasn't come round.

Fortunately, no skull fractures.

A word, please.

He's still a disgrace.

Yes, Matron.

Isn't it about time he went home?

Hasn't Dr. Barner said anything?

No, Matron.

Why don't you ask him, then? He's practically setting up house in here.

I'll not have it. Yes, Matron.

Matron.

About your knee.

Yeah?

We wondered.

Well, Pearl is very overworked in the laundry, and perhaps Susie would like to

lend a hand and earn some pocket money.

I mean, the tea trolley episode was unfortunate, but I'm sure she'd be fine

Pearl. And she does always seem to need money.

And we thought, if you agreed, how about moving her into the nursing home for a

while, to be around people of her own age?

Just an idea.

And it would give you a break.

Not that you need one, of course.

Grab it!

Hold it in.

It's done, isn't it?

Annette? You know my daughter.

How long now with no contractions?

An hour and a half.

OK.

Good. Thank you, nurse.

Is she all right?

We hope so.

Diane,

this business with...

Jan Benson.

What's it all about?

I wish I knew.

We tried to be friendly, but all he seemed to do was resent everything about

Not being local, living in a house that once belonged to his grandad.

And the footpath, of course. That's the main thing.

It's extraordinary, Doctor. He seems to think we're using it to spy on him.

me.

I mean, living with Auntie, it's just so boring.

She's really, really tidy.

So you can't do a thing without her, you know, sort of looking.

I suppose it's living on her own all these years.

Has anyone eaten my sausages?

Oh, gosh, were they yours?

Yeah. Yeah, they're my supper, actually.

Marion, we need you at the hospital.

All ready?

Yep.

Let's get this baby out as quick as possible, shall we?

BP 70 over 40, pulse 120.

How long since they went into theatre?

Um... About half an hour.

Why on earth didn't they take him to Ashfordly General? They must have known

what condition he was in.

We were nearer, I suppose.

Nearer, but not quicker. Not when we have to wait, because theatre is busy.

Well, that was unavoidable. Jill had an emergency caesarean. Wouldn't have been

a problem at Ashfordly, and furthermore, I would still be enjoying my golf club

dinner.

All yours. We're off to the prem baby unit at Ashfordly.

No time to relax, nurse. This gentleman has a ruptured spleen and needs

immediate surgery.

What is it?

Um, nothing.

It just looks like someone I knew, that's all.

Let's get a ligature around the splenic artery.

Ah! God damn!

Damn!

Oh, I can't see a... Blasted things!

Somebody do something!

Brenna, get rid of this stuff!

Good, thank you.

New ligature, please, nurse.

Melt that down until I get it off.

There.

Got it.

I'll let you take the pressure off now.

Well done, nurse.

That was a near one.

Stella.

Is that patient who I think he is?

She's got her stuff all over me room. She played a blasted radio till two o

'clock this morning. She's borrowed half me clothes.

Yeah, well, at least we've got our happy, smiling matron back, love.

Yeah, but I'm not happy or smiling, Dad.

Oh, I'm right fed up.

Morning, Doctor.

Uh, sorry, Jill.

I just phoned Ashley and the baby died in the night.

Not the lady in the level crotting accident. Not her, baby.

Yeah. Yeah, very so.

He must have had a hell of a bang on his head. He's been out cold since

yesterday. And this new chap's just as bad.

It's like Rip Van Winkle land round here.

Well,

I'm sure they'll both be talking to you very soon, Anna. Yeah, but it's boring.

It was only 32 weeks.

It wouldn't have survived whatever we did.

It might have done.

If we'd have had our own prem baby unit.

Yeah, I know that you scoff at Adam and his plans for the hospital, but it seems

to me that last night illustrates exactly just how desperately we need

All right.

This is not the first baby we've lost, you know. We desperately need those

facilities. Yes, and I'm not against them. Of course not.

So what's your problem, eh?

Him.

Yeah, well, we all know that you've never liked him. Look, I just don't

him. That's all, Jill.

I mean, what are these big plans?

I mean, what are they for? What is it that he's up to? And I don't know

how this sounds.

Why the hell is he driving around in a great big Jag?

You're not suggesting that he stole it?

No. No, of course not.

I give up. I really do.

What on earth are you doing? Get back into bed.

That man lying there?

Never.

Stella, help me out, will you? For some peculiar reason, Alan's refusing to be

next to poor Mr Altham. Yeah, and she knows why.

OK, that's enough.

Just shut up, will you?

If I can handle it, then so can you. You don't know the half of it.

You don't know why he was beaten up. Alan, please.

He'd done it again, Stella.

He'd done it again.

And the girl's dad came in.

And Frankie told him where to find him.

Frankie? Yes.

Will one of you please tell me what's going on?

Actually, there's no need, sister. I've just met Dr Banner in the corridor and

he's about to send Alan home, so problem solved.

So awfully sad.

She doesn't even know yet.

How are you feeling today?

A bit sore.

I mean... What will you do?

Tell her as soon as she comes round?

Well, we'll play that by ear, I suppose.

Just let her stay off me, would you?

Look.

Richard and I couldn't have children.

I suppose that's why this footpath business is so important.

How do you mean?

For Buffy, our dog.

She means everything to us.

That's why we bought the house, for Buffy's walks.

Well, it seems to have worked out.

Right, well, that's good.

I think you can probably go home today. Would you like to phone your husband? He

can come and collect you. I can't.

He's taking the rights of Wayman from the council to see Mr Benson.

They're going to have it out with him once and for all.

Oh, really?

Right.

I wonder if that's such a good idea.

Hello, Mr Heywood.

He definitely responded a minute ago.

Mr Heywood, you're in hospital.

You've had a bit of an accident.

It's all right. It's just the anaesthetic.

Here, have some water.

You've had an operation on your leg, but you're all right now.

So is your wife.

No need to worry.

Sorry?

No.

No.

Please.

What's his wife's name again?

Janice.

So is Laura.

You all right?

What's happened to Laura?

Who exactly is Laura, Mr Hayward?

My daughter.

Your daughter?

She's here in the hospital.

Oh, where is she? For God's sake, she was in the car.

We need to touch to him immediately.

Now, dammit, she's been out there all night.

Right, well, I'll see you there.

Ready?

Mike, it's not your fault.

Poor couple.

They'll have to lose the baby now, this, and she's only three.

It's just terrible.

No, no, no, no, no.

Sorry, just stay exactly where you are.

Hello there.

I'm Diane.

In the next bed.

Oh, my stomach.

I'll get a nurse.

Mrs Hayward's come round. She's in terrible pain.

All right, Mrs Fletcher, thank you. But what are you going to tell her?

I got it in my mouth, Doctor.

I could be rather ill, couldn't I? I'm sure you'll be fine.

Just get the worst off and then we'll give him a bath.

What on earth?

Spray with slurry by your friend Sam Benson.

Oh, good Lord.

Swallowed a bit of it too.

Right, what are you going to do?

Antibiotics, tetanus injection.

Then I'll get him home and let the police deal with it.

What, the police?

What, you call the police?

No, he did.

He had to. It wasn't assault.

Yeah, but Gordon... Right, sir.

Just stand still and think of England.

Hey. You can laugh on him, Murray.

I've got a little job for you in a minute.

Bad nigger, no?

Gordon, we discussed this last night. Sam's mental state is extremely

You send the police in, nigger.

Look, I'm going to go and warn him myself. Jill, it's just a squabble

neighbours.

Doctor, Mr. Taylor's awake and asking what's happened.

Oh, no.

At the end of round the mine A girl standing

With arms of warm and kind She reaches

out Called my name

the sun nearing and I know that I'll find my girl and it's there

I will remain I'll lay right down

and there I'll stay cause there is

paradise

I've told her about the baby, but not about Laura.

I didn't, um... I didn't grab the heart.

Frankie, check under the car.

Laura!

Dr.

Banner!

Over here!

Quickly!

What's the meaning of this?

Ken said, could you wash them? It's only, you know, farmyard stuff, and he

hose off the worst.

Take it away.

But Ken said... I don't wish to know what that man said, thank you. I'm vexed

enough as it is.

Cluttering up my laundry with useless, lazy girl.

A fine cousin he is. Why don't you put those blankets in the dryer we haven't

got all day?

And as for you, Alan Morris, you can take that stinking bag straight back to

Kenneth and tell him from me he's got a blooming cheek.

Why didn't you come and see me?

I did.

Yeah, once.

I've been busy.

But you gave me that note.

That's why I was climbing over the railings in the first place.

I thought... I thought you'd want to visit me, especially after that.

No.

Sorry, Alan.

Not really.

Oh, she's here somewhere. She must be.

Open it!

No. Laura!

Doc, his hope is... Laura!

So run, honey, run.

And hide in the wind. And never stop to look inside your mind.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Come on.

Bye.

Bye.

Sam?

Mr Benson?

Are you there?

Sam?

Dear Queen, I am desperate in spite of your messages. I can't.

Your Majesty, I have got your warnings.

It's all right. She's all right.

Just for the record, Frankie, I can fight my own battles, OK?

What? I think you know what I'm talking about.

Hey, this is about what happened to Stan. All I did was tell the girl's dad.

Excuse me?

Yeah, well, someone had to do something, didn't they?

Oh, yeah, and I didn't.

You've no idea what you're talking about, Frankie, so just shut up.

Dear, you can't possibly go anywhere. I've got to see her. Yeah, and we'll

you to her as soon as... Now! I need to see her now!

Sister! Help me, please, sister!

Sister, my daughter needs me.

That's your wheelchair, nurse. We'll see what we can do.

Come on.

That was a blanket, cousin!

A blanket!

Oh, dear.

I told her, cool dry, I said.

What did she do? Put it on hot.

Then denied all knowledge.

So where is she now? No idea.

Wandered off in a dream.

And what I want from you, Cousin Kenneth, is a cast -iron guarantee that

Matron asked... When Matron asked what, Pearl?

Nothing, Matron. We were just saying how well Susie's doing, weren't we? That's

right, Dad, yes.

Swimmingly. Oh, I knew she'd put her back into it, given half the chance.

Where is she now, by the way?

She's having a laundry.

The laundry down there.

Good.

White lies, Pearl. Little white lies just to keep Matron happy. I'll give you

white lies.

Hey! Oh, I've come past that. She's tipped the packet in.

Here you come.

I have been meaning to talk to you about this for some time, actually. About my

jacket? Yeah.

Well, this jacket?

Yes. But where is she?

Sorry? The lady doctor.

Last week.

You've been hiding from me, haven't you?

You're all in it together. You and Mr and Mrs Fletcher. Sam, I'm with another

patient. Look, why don't you just... I've seen you up at the house, spying on

me, going through me things.

I'll see if I can get another doctor to take me to the hospital.

Oh, you don't! Why can't you leave me alone, eh? What have I done to you?

Get out!

Lizzie! Lizzie, please help me.

Help me. God hurt her. Please.

Get out!

Get out! Get out!

Give me that. I'll kill her. Sam, please. Shut up! Leave her!

Please help me.

Sam.

Sam, it's all right.

Everything's going to be all right.

I'll power it on.

Tell me, Lovie.

It's okay.

Oh, no.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'll call the police.

Jill, I have to... No, Adam, no.

Please.

Absolutely not.

Calling the police would be totally counterproductive. The man is mentally

Can you not see that?

Poor Alan.

Just when he thought he could go home.

I know.

You should have seen how brave he was, Del. The man were definitely going to

kill somebody.

Yeah, and you just went for him.

Yeah, breaking open all my ditches.

Dear, oh, dear.

The funny thing, really, but at times like that... Oh, ta.

And can I have three digestives, please?

Yeah, at times like that, you don't really think of yourself.

Nurse. Oh, no, what do you want?

Leave him.

Yeah, don't let him upset you.

He doesn't.

Not anymore.

Not after seeing him half dead in theatre.

Nurse.

Honestly.

I'm over it.

Yeah?

Leave go of my arm, please.

I need to talk to you about what happened.

I need to explain it from my point of view.

I don't think so.

I'm happy to nurse you because that's my job.

Other than that, you and I have absolutely nothing to say to each other,

Curtains, please, nurse.

Please don't take too long. The man is recovering from a serious injury.

What's going on?

What's going on?

He's about to be arrested for rape, I imagine.

And about time, too.

Yeah, but who told the police?

The other girl's father, after he was arrested for beating him up.

Someone had to tell the police, Della.

Can't walk free after what he'd done.

All right, Sam.

Right, um... We've spoken to the hospital in York, and they're on their

Okay?

Now, you're not going to be in there very long, just until you start to feel

little bit more like your old self.

Life's been pretty tough for you, hasn't it, since your father died?

Running that farm on your own, living in that big old empty house, and, I

suppose...

Sometimes when life gets tough, you need a bit of a break.

Yes?

And don't worry about the farm.

The farmer next door says he's going to look after it for you. I had a word with

him myself.

Sorry, just bear with me a moment, yes?

I'll change it. Adam, I'm dealing with a very distressed patient.

Do you mind?

Look, I dare say, but we're supposed to leave in ten minutes.

I'll wait for you in my office.

Ah.

Night, mate.

Well, let's hope it is after last night.

Just as it should.

Yes, well, things have been really hectic.

Yeah, and a bit of a lesson. That Laura business.

Well, she's doing fine.

Yeah, but we could so easily have lost her.

But we didn't.

And that's the main thing.

Ah.

Night, Matron.

Good night, doctors.

Someone's cheerful.

Well, there's a play on the wireless tonight. I've been looking forward to it

all week.

So I'm going to put my feet up, pour a glass of sherry... Fish and chips!

Oh. Well, I felt bad about just going and leaving you, so I thought, let's

a nice evening together.

Well, thank you. That's very sweet.

Well, not that sweet, actually. I'm afraid I upset Marion, taking her supper

again. It was only stupid tin of beans, but she went mad, acting as if it was

all she had, as if she was going to starve or something. So I thought,

get out of her hair for a while.

Oh, come along, Auntie, while it's hot.

And I'll do a bit more ironing for you while I'm here, shall I?

Make myself useful.

Oh, dear.

She means well, but... What was all that stuff about nurse for Cagney and

Starving? Bye,

Adam.

Night.

What's up with him?

Probably caught sight of your Carnaby Street jacket.

You know that stuff about Nurse Bouquet. What was that all about?

No idea.

You go on.

I've just done... I just had a thought.

Bye -bye, Sam.

Good luck.

Come see you when you get home, OK?

Poor chap.

Yeah.

What do you think?

Early stage paranoid schizophrenia?

All the times, my friend.

Oh, that's sad.

People like him.

Struggling on, not realising they can get help completely.

Undiagnosed.

I wonder how much there is out there.

What?

Mental illness.

Out on those moorland farms.

Oh, well, quite a lot, I suppose.

Look, um... I'm going to go home.

Have a nice time in your Porsche restaurant.

I'm not going.

Oh? Yes, I decided that I'd much prefer a not -so -posh evening in with my

husband, so, uh...

My next case will go out of it. Dr. Wetherill.

Oh, I do love you.

Mr.

Parfitt, I'm very sorry that I'm late.

Dr. Wetherill couldn't make it tonight, I'm afraid.

Emergency admission.

You know how it is.

Sorry about that.

This is such a surprise.

Oh, God, our nurse is fainting for lack of knowledge. Look at me.

It's not that bad.

It must be quite tough getting by on your wages.

No, not really. I just have to send most of it back to my family, so every penny

counts. Right.

Anyway, here's to my excellent immediate care nurse.

And I'm sorry for letting you down.

No, you didn't. I was in charge and I left a patient behind at the scene.

If that's not letting you down, I don't know what is.

It's going to haunt me, you know.

Thinking of that little girl out there all night on her own.

Yeah, me too.

I just keep going over it and over it. It's horrible.

What?

Nothing.

It's just... I'm glad it happened with you.

And not with one of the other nurses.

Really, Dr Banner?

Really.

Right, what do you have?

Help.

We'll have... Forget the fancy stuff.

We'll have bacon chips and salad and lots of bread and butter and make the

take a big one. She needs feeding up.

Doctor's orders.

It's Mike, not Dr Banner.

Is that Dr. Sparger's again?

Cool.