All language subtitles for The Royal s01e02 Second Time Around

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?

I'm sorry to keep you, but since you're
in the building... That's Matron.

And Mr Rose.

No trouble, Matron.

He can't possibly know that. Yes, I can.

There's no authority in them footsteps.

It's a half smell down here.

That's the dust of ages, Barry's lad.

Smells more like mice today.

Right, well, I'm off for my tea. We'll
sort that valve out in the morning.

The spider's out of the... Poor man.
Poor man. Poor man.

Poor man. Poor man. Poor man. Poor man.
Poor man. Poor man.

Poor man. Poor man.

Yes, well, it's probably felt the power
of malaria.

It's resistant to quinidine.

Oh, really? I've ordered a new drug from
the pharmacy. It'll be here tomorrow.

So start him on that and we'll see how
we get on. In the meantime, just keep

cool with the fan and keep his fluid
levels up. Yes, but... I'm sorry,

no buts. I'm so late, you wouldn't
believe.

Good night.

Good night, Doctor.

Headache?

No.

Vomiting?

No.

Good as new, I say.

No problem.

The knee's still very sore.

Yes, of course it is. You've torn every
ligament you've got. Talk to Matron

about it. My concern is the state of
your skull.

All things being equal, I think you can
chuck him out of here in 48 hours.

Thank you. Cheerio.

Am I really ready to go home? If Mr Rose
says so.

You'll be on crutches for a while, of
course.

It might be easier if your wife makes up
a bed for you downstairs.

What?

Will that be difficult?

Won't have to be, will it?

All right, I'm done.

What's happened?

Laurie's driver says they both took the
corner a bit wide and the lad's giddy.

He was thrown clear.

But the driver reckons he saw the lass
go straight into the wall. How long ago?

20 minutes.

Hello? I'm going to do a home run.

Any idea on the occasion?

Cost of boats and everything.

Hello there.

Can you hear me?

Hmm.

Can you tell me what your name is?

Where's Laura?

Multiple abrasions to scalp.

Pupil is dilated and not responding.

She's bleeding from the left ear and I
think there's a probable middle cranial

phosphor fracture.

OK, check BP and get X -rayed here
straight away. Give me a kiss for me,

OK, good.

Please.

Where's Laura?

She's just on the other side of that
room.

She's been very well looked after.

Fracture of left scapula and left
clavicle. Left side haemothorax.

All ribs on the left side.

That's fractured.

The pressure very low.

Abdomen's distended.

Probable rupture of liver and spleen.

It's no trouble, honestly.

Let me make you a nice cup of tea.

It'll be a while before the doctors have
anything to tell you.

Not about Laura.

As soon as I've sorted you out, okay?

I'm going to keep you in for a couple of
days. There's some x -rays. That's

about the safe side. But I think that
you haven't done anything more than give

yourself some nasty cuts and bruises, so
you're a very, very lucky young man.

Dr. Omrod.

Frankly, with these injuries I'm amazed
she lasted as long as she did.

Time of death... 1855.

Mother's outside.

Okay.

Can you tidy her up a little bit,
please?

She would have felt no pain, Mrs
Galbraith.

She wouldn't have known anything about
it.

Can I see her?

Well, if you'd like to.

He's all right.

Yes, yes, he is.

How can he be all right when Laura's
dead?

Look,

he's OK.

He's not!

He's got no right being alive!

He should have been killed, not my
Laura!

I'm so sorry.

Just come and sit down.

Murderer!

See now, come on.

Look, I know this is a terrible time for
bunkers. And it's all their fault!

Has Mr. Cording's wife been able to
visit him at all since

we've been here?

No, she hasn't, though he mentioned it.

Is it important?

I need to know what kind of home care is
available to him when he leaves.

He doesn't seem to want to talk about
it.

Maybe Dr. Omarad could have a word.

He's good at that sort of thing.

Right. Let's give that old boy a little
good talking to.

I'm freezing. I can't get warm. You take
these pills and you'll be as warm as

toast. The doctor got them in specially
for you.

Yes, well, as much as we enjoy your
company tremendously, you really can't

here forever, you know.

Just another week. Just till I feel a
bit stronger. Yes, well, just lying

here is not going to get you any
stronger, is it? And that knee needs

mend. And we've got to get your other
muscles up and working again.

And I'm sure your wife would love you to
be back home as soon as possible,

wouldn't she? I doubt it.

Is your wife perhaps... not cut out to
be the old ministering angel?

I don't know what she's cut out to be
anymore, that's the truth of it. When I

fell down them stairs, she'd have stood
there.

If the neighbour called the ambulance,
she'd take herself off to bed.

I'm sorry, Dennis.

I don't mean to pry.

I really am only trying to help. Then
let me stay a bit longer.

Please, Doctor, don't send me home just
yet.

I can't face it.

I don't think I can take it any more.

One gold locket on a chain.

One wristwatch.

One engagement ring.

Not her ring. She wasn't engaged.

She was wearing it.

You can keep it then. She's not touching
it.

She's not taking anything off that. I'll
keep it here in case you change your

mind.

Mrs Gilbraith, I'm afraid there's going
to have to be a coroner's inquest before

we release.

I'm in a post -mortem.

I can't breathe.

All right.

I'll take you down to my office. For

thine

is the power and the glory for all
eternity.

of poor little Laura and for her poor,
demented mother.

I heard what happened in casualty last
night.

I'm so sorry.

It must have been dreadful for you both.

Grief is a terrible thing.

We shall strive to find grace through
it.

Brian, I need to take your pulse.

When can I go home?

Not for a bit.

You bumped your head, see, so we need to
keep an eye on you.

Okay. Meanwhile, you seem to be doing
fine, though.

Were you off on holiday?

No.

She was my life. I only ever wanted the
best for her.

They offered her a place at Cambridge,
you know.

Really? Physics.

She'd have been the only female student
in the entire year.

girl, eh?

That's what I didn't understand.

I mean, she'd watched me mess my chances
with a deadbeat and yet she couldn't

wait to do the same with that useless
little infant boy.

She wouldn't see reason.

People in love rarely do love.

She was 18.

What would she know about love?

I'm going to give you some ointment for
that eczema of yours and I'm going to

prescribe a mild sedative just so that
you get a bit of sleep, all right?

And will Laura be there when I wake up?

Hey, what's going on?

That's been chewed, that.

I told you I could smell mice.

We will keep biscuits in your pockets.

It's not my fault.

Oh, well, never mind that now.

If we have got mine, it'll be both our
heads on the blight. So forget the

boiler. We'll find out how many of the
little blighters we've got.

April of this year, a skull to the lower
abdomen.

Said he knocked a pot off.

February before that, a deep gash to the
forearm.

Christmas before that, a black eye.

You're not seriously suggesting that
Mrs. Cording inflicted those injuries,

you? All I know is that the man's
desperately upset at the thought of

home.

And quite honestly, these are the
classic sort of injuries that do come

violence. And him a grown man.

It does happen, Major.

I mean, I hope I'm wrong, but you do
understand my concern.

I do, yes.

Maybe I should have a word with her.

Is that wise?

Whether you're right about this or not,
I've still got to make the home call.

Mr. Cording is going to be on Crutcher
for quite a while.

Leave it with me. I'll see what I can
find out.

Thanks.

Is this for Bridget?

In a minute, Mr. Greengrass.

What are you doing, then?

Nothing, Matron.

It hardly looks like nothing.

Just checking the pipes under the
shelves.

Nathan.

What for?

Oh, uh, usual.

Quarterly. Check.

They're okay, aren't they?

I'm only going to put them in the
steriliser for tomorrow.

Are you all right, Alan?

Yeah. I'm just, uh, looking for
something.

report for tomorrow's list.

How's Brian Winston this morning?

As well as can be expected.

Thank you, staff. David, I had a similar
incident to you yesterday. I came

across a road accident on my way home.

Oh, was it bad?

Well, in this case, it wouldn't have
made any difference if I'd had the

equipment or not, but it made me think.
Have you heard of a chap called Ken

Easton? Apparently he's working on
something similar over at Catterick. He

it immediate care. Yeah, I know.

Absolutely appalling, really.

What? Well, something so obvious as...
Having an emergency kit on hand when you

actually need it. I mean, why haven't we
been doing that for years?

I mean, that's what's appalling.

I can't believe you were going to elope.

Running away abroad.

We weren't going abroad.

We just thought we might need passports
for identification.

At a registry office.

You must have known I'd never have
recognised that sort of marriage.

Yeah. But you were going to do it
anyway.

Is that what she wanted? Stop it!

What does it matter now, anyway?

She's dead.

I loved her more than anything in the
world, and now she's gone.

Can't you just leave it at that?

Marjorie.

I'm so sorry.

I know you think...

I haven't forbidden them to see each
other. I don't blame you.

I'm sorry for what I said last night.

I'm very glad you're alive and unhurt.

Thank you.

I loved her so much.

Good.

I hope you have a very long life, Brian.

Because I want you to live every day of
it, suffering your loss.

As I shall suffer mine.

You and your precious faith.

This is where hell is, Mrs. Linton.

Right here.

Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far
away

Now it looks as though they're here to
stay Oh, I

believe in yesterday Suddenly

Thank you.

You were wrong, weren't you? I've not
got malaria at all. I mean, malaria

do this, does it? Oh, no, you've got
malaria all right, Mr Greengrass.

It's just that now you have a nice rash
to go with it.

Now, I wonder what you did to deserve
that.

Come in here.

Have you ever read any of Michael
Ballant's papers?

Have a stop for me.

Not word for word, no.

That's very interesting.

He says... that we should consider our
patients as having three separate but

interlocking aspects to their lives,
right?

Social, physical, and psychological.

Yep, I'm with you so far.

And because they are like interlocking
circles, if something goes wrong with

of the aspects, then it has an effect on
the other, so that sometimes what

presents itself as a medical problem may
well have its origins elsewhere.

Do you think of it? If that was true, I
would have been presented with a

screaming ab -dabs years ago.

You're talking about Richard Gilbraith.

I think her eczema's a symptom of
something else, you know. I think she

deeply neurotic woman way before this
tragedy with her daughter.

Sister Bridget says, could you take a
quick look at Mr Greengrass, please?

come out all spotty.

Now, what's that a symptom of, do you
think?

Being in a pain in the backside.

Right, well, there's no mice on the
boards.

There's no standing casualty. Right,
well, that just leaves the outbuildings

the attic. You set some straps down here
and I'll go check the other places. If

they're only in the cellar, with a bit
of luck, you might just have got away

with it. Right.

It's really rather decorative when you
look at it from the right angle.

Very droll.

Anyway, it's only hives.

Hives? Probably just a nasty allergic
reaction to that new drug we started you

on. Which is a shame, really, because it
seems to be getting to grips with your

malaria. Anyway, Sister Bridget is going
to swipe some more of your blood for a

parasite count.

Oh, yeah.

I wonder how many left at this rate.

Yes, well, I'm sure you'll be able to
manage something.

And if you ask her very, very nicely,
she might be able to give you something

nice and soothing for the rash.

I hope it's not too newfangled. Not if
it does this to you.

I'll finish it with a rash somewhere
else.

Yes, well, we use a very advanced
formula, Mr Greengrass.

It's what we in the medical profession
call calamine lotion.

Not too deep, are they?

A lot of the shorter it is.

But we can't rely on Mrs. Cording to
even be there, let alone care for her

husband when he goes home. And Dennis
has no idea what's been happening.

Perhaps you could tell him.

Me? If you're not in too much of a hurry
to get home, of course.

Hiya. Hi.

Can I do something for you?

Oh, yes.

Well, um...

It's a bit confidential, really.

Mr. Cheriton, in my job, I have to be
the very soul of the insgression.

Good. Right.

Well, um... It's about staff nurse
Taylor.

Yeah?

I was just wondering, um... Is nurse
Taylor attached?

Attached?

Attached to what?

Well, I mean, she... You know...

Walking out?

Walking out?

You mean she's packed in her job?

Well, it's best I've heard of it if she
is.

No, I don't mean that.

Have I caught your nice girl, Meryl?

I'm surprised she doesn't have a
boyfriend.

Oh, there we are.

Probably waiting for Mr Wright to come
along.

I'm not sure I care where she's got to.

Things that bad?

I wouldn't know where to start.

Here.

That's her a couple of years ago, on her
50th birthday.

She's a handsome woman.

Aye, she was.

Before she stopped smiling once and for
all.

Oh, I know women of that age go through
a, well, difficult time.

I tried to be patient.

Didn't you try to talk to her about it?

There didn't seem to be any point.

She just started, I don't know,
switching off.

She stopped listening to me, she stopped
talking to me.

Quite frankly, Doctor, I was so glad of
the peace and quiet, I just didn't want

to rock the boat any more.

I'm sorry.

We used to be so in love.

Who'd have thought it'd come to this,
eh?

Excuse me, Doctor.

Did you see where Brian Linton went to?

You'll lose your balance, you don't have
to believe me. You can't stop me, I

can't now. Come on, get down.

Not bad for the time of year, is it?

Ken, you're not throwing chimney pots
off the roof again, are you?

Slipped and just froze.

I can't get him to move.

Ken, can you do me a favour?

There's a sink in the sluice room
blocked up.

Can you take a look at it for me?

Yes.

Right. Got a good hold of you.

But we need to hurry.

Take a step with me.

Right, I've got a hold of you.

That's it.

Come on, Mo.

Come in. Come in.

You sit down and get your legs back for
a bit. All right? All right.

Well done.

Could have been nothing.

How did you know he was... Look, do you
want to talk about it here, or should we

go somewhere more comfortable?

Are you all right, love?

What are you doing here?

You haven't been here all night.

Hey, come on, love. Talk to me.

Are you OK?

OK, look.

Don't go away. I'm going to get some
help.

You must never take an attempted suicide
lightly.

I'm not.

I just think that if he was so easily
distracted when he saw that Ken needed

help, he couldn't have been that focused
on killing himself.

And he did come down without any
argument.

What do you think, sister?

Well, I wasn't there, obviously, but I
tend to agree.

He just suffered a terrible tragedy.

And the things that girl's mother was
saying to him on the ward, wicked,

dreadful things.

And he wanted to be devastated.

So you think this was a temporary
derangement? It was a passing impulse?

He's not mentally ill.

He's heartbroken.

Look, he's from a church -going family.
Let me have a word with him.

Give that back to him when you do.

Come along. What are you sitting around
for? Doesn't anybody do any work in this

place? What have you got for me?

What's up?

Appendectomy, hernia, ingrained toenail
and ovarian sprain. Good. I'll do the

hernia first.

Thought any more about my offer?

Sir? Coming round to the General and
working for me there.

You're quite useful here, sir. Small
beer, young man, and small beer.

Thank you again, Sister.

Yes, Mr.

Greengrass. Sister, I'm telling you the
truth.

Flaming mouse on the top of the curd
rail. Yes, and I'm the Queen of the May.

I'm being serious.

Mr. Greengrass, you have been delirious,
but you're not delirious anymore

because your treatment's working quite
nicely.

And if you're trying to pull a fast one,
I'd appreciate it if you'd be a bit

more original.

Ken, Ken, come here. Hey, you can see
it, can't you?

See what, Mr. Greengrass?

Mouse!

Look at... Will you not try a bite to
eat?

Sucker. Sucker, please.

Then find it.

Hot pack, he says.

Hey,

Alan, I've just seen one of them. Stop,
I'm looking for the sucker, sorry.

Another hot pack, please, stop.

Looking like a teddy bear.

I've got the sucker, Mr. Rose.

About time.

It doesn't seem to be working, Mr. Rose.

Fresh hot packs, please, Dr. Taylor.

I know what it's like to love someone so
much you can't conceive of not being

with them all the time. But you're
talking about God.

Laura and me, we were like two halves of
the same person. Does that have to

change? Of course it does.

Physically, perhaps.

But wasn't your love so special because
it was a... a spiritual union?

A meeting of two souls?

Yeah.

It was.

Well, then. Yeah, I know all that,
but... the rest of my life...

It's so long a time to be without her.

Then you must have courage, Brian.

Do you really think we'll meet again?

In paradise?

Have you stopped believing it?

I don't know.

I can say all the right words, but...
it's not as easy as that, is it?

There's nothing in the book that says
it's going to be easy.

Trust in the Lord, Brian.

Now's the time you need your faith more
than anything.

It'll help.

I promise.

I wish at this moment I could believe.

I can think of nothing I'd like better
than to know she was with some kind of

loving God.

I believed there was someone up there
who could make it easier for me.

That's why Brian's mother banned them
from seeing each other, you know.

Thought we were godless atheists.

But you can't force belief, can you?

It's not my problem, Mrs Kilbride.

My job is to promote healing.

And how do you heal a wound like this?

I don't know.

Perhaps the first step is not to make it
any worse.

How much worse can it be? A great deal.

We found Brian on the hospital roof last
night.

We think he may have been considering
suicide.

Mrs Gilbray, there's more than enough
pain for you all as it is.

Laura loved him enough to want to marry
him.

Can you not find it in you to make your
peace with him and his mother, if only

for her sake?

I'm going to go.

Physically, fine.

You should be allowed to go home by
then.

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

I am, however, a little bit concerned
about his state of mind. Why?

Well, it's a terrible thing to lose the
love of your life. I do know that,

Doctor. I lost my own husband five years
ago.

Right, well, then you'll appreciate the
sort of depression, really, that can

accompany this sort of grief. Of course.

When Brian's father died, without the
love of my family and the support of my

church, well, I don't know what I'd have
done.

As long as that Gilbraith woman keeps
her evil tongue to herself, then my son

will manage just fine. Mrs. Linton, that
Gilbraith woman...

has lost an awful lot more than you
have, and I gather she has less support

you, so, I don't know, a little bit of
Christian charity, maybe?

Oh, Brian.

You look so much better.

I'm OK.

Sister Bridget's a very special person.

Do we have any idea who she is?

Well, not unless there's anything in her
bag over there.

I'll ring round the institutions as soon
as I get a minute.

Probably a good idea.

She's suffering from hypothermia.

Just rubbish.

Bits of newspaper.

Shopping list.

The address on this envelope, that's
where I was yesterday.

It's where Dennis Cording lives.

That can't be Mrs Cording, can it?

No, no, no, no.

No, this isn't her.

Her husband showed me a photograph of
her yesterday.

You said a door was open. I think this
poor soul just wandered in off the

and started to pinch his stuff.

Yes, all right, I'll tell him about that
as well.

In the meantime, start warming her up
and, um...

Get some fluids inside her.

Sister, um... What exactly did you say
to Brian?

Less than 24 hours ago, he was
threatening to throw himself off the

look at him.

Well, grief can shake faith very badly.

Sometimes all that's needed is a little
reminder of where your strength comes

from.

The future doesn't look as terrible as
it did, that's all.

Whatever you thought about Laura, we
loved each other, and we always...

I'm arranging Laura's funeral for next
Friday.

I have no other family.

Perhaps we might find it easier if we
all sat together.

I just thought it's, um... Well, it
might be someone you know.

Aye, I see.

Aye, I know her.

That's Betty. That's me wife.

What? What's happened to her? Why's she
in here?

How long has she been like this?

It's hard to say.

She's been putting on weight and letting
herself go for months.

Dennis.

I think there might be something wrong
with your wife.

It's more than just simple hypothermia.

She's gone senile, hasn't she?

Well, no.

I'm not terribly sure that she has.

In fact, I'm going to run some
investigations, see if they'll help us.

Will she have to go into her home?

I'm sure it won't come to that.

Look, don't worry.

We're going to take good care of her.

Nurse, while you're down here, will you
make a series of physio appointments for

Mr. Cording, please?

Surely. Thank you.

What are you thinking?

A break -up of a marriage does make
people behave in odd ways, but it

wipe them out like this.

Recent weight gain, puffy face, poor
eyebrows, mood changes.

I think this could be Floyd Mixoedema.

Excuse me.

I'm going to catch Mr Rose before he
leaves.

Mice?

What do you mean, mice?

We've been having a bit of a problem
with them, Mr Rose.

And they've obviously been having a go
at some of the wiring.

May I remind you, ladies and gentlemen,
that this is an operating theatre.

A supposedly sterile environment where
poor, benighted individuals trust me to

rummage round in their innards without
being overrun by vermin. Yes, Mr Rose,

but we've seen none in here, mind.

You must be out of your mind to want to
remain in a dump like this.

Yes, Mr Rose.

Ah, Mr Rose.

All finished for the day? What do you
want?

What do I want?

Well, nothing too urgent, really.

I just wonder whether I could enlist
your support for the idea of setting up

immediate care kit for, um, well,
situations outside of the hospital.

care.

This is where you need immediate care,
Dr. Omerod.

Put your own house in order before
attempting anything more difficult.

Anyone care to enlighten me?

Oh, Rachel.

How was Mrs. Gilbrace when you took her
to see her daughter?

As you'd expect, distraught.

I did try to persuade her not to make
things any worse, though, this feud

between her and the Linsen family.

Well, that obviously had an effect.
She'd just been on the ward and invited

most funerals. Really?

And how is Brian?

He's better, which does concern me,
rather.

Why?

Well, he'd gone from losing his
girlfriend through trying to commit

serene acceptance in the shortest space
of time. I don't know. I think it...

This Max is not facing the issue, not
really facing the reality of his loss.

Do you think he might try to harm
himself again?

I'm not a fortune teller, and I've no
evidence to suggest that he might. I

just... I'm not very happy about letting
him go home so soon, that's all.

I simply can't give up a bed on the
basis that someone might need

evaluation at some point.

No, I know. You must either commit to
this course of action or discharge him,

I'm afraid, Dr Wetherill.

Are you on duty tomorrow?

No. Why?

Well, I just wondered if you'd fancy
going to the cinema.

Or a drink or something.

Yeah, that'd be nice. I haven't been to
the pictures for ages.

Right.

I need a word, Mr Greengrass. I'm in
deep trouble.

Go away and leave me alone, Ken. I'm a
sick man.

I need your help.

Oh, yeah?

We've got a spot to bother with there.

You know what?

I don't know what you're talking about.
It begins with M and ends in I. Does it?

Well, you haven't got a problem then,
have you? Because it was just me

hallucinating, wasn't it? I couldn't say
anything earlier on, could I? There

were too many people listening. Now they
all know.

It's about time you found out who your
friends are.

Mr Greengrass.

Claude. I mean, you're a gentleman of
the country, aren't you? I mean, you

about these things.

It'll cost you.

A bottle of stout?

You've got more chance than knitting
fog.

A bottle of scotch?

Half a bottle.

All right.

It's a deal.

There's a farmer out at Southwaite. He's
got one of these, like, big smoke guns.

He uses it to smoke the little devils
out of his barn. That's what you need.

And?

And?

That's all you're getting for half a
bottle of scotch.

I want the other half, if you want his
address.

You off now?

Yeah. Good luck.

Thanks. Listen, Brian, remember, if you
have any problems at all, OK, even if

you just want somebody to talk to, I'm
here and I'm available, OK?

You'll be fine, Doctor.

Thank you for everything, Sister
Bridget. It was nothing.

Not true.

You helped me understand how important
it is to trust God and be brave.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Doctor.

All the tests show that your wife's
thyroid functions are virtually nil.

So what does that mean?

Well, apart from its role in the body,
the thyroid also controls a lot of the

emotions.

So when the gland isn't working anymore,
the... Well, the physical effects are

obvious. Weight gain, coarsening of the
skin.

What aren't so well known are the mental
effects.

I thought it was early senility.

It used to be called myxoedema madness.

They used to put people away for it.

So she will have to go into a home. I
said old days.

The good news is, these days, it's
eminently treatable.

Oh.

Have you any idea what an infestation of
vermin can do to a hospital?

Yes. And why wasn't I informed?

We thought we could deal with it.

And we are dealing with it, Major, and
we've just hired a special piece of

agricultural equipment and...

Well, they're only nesting in the
cellar, and once we've destroyed the

we'll have it sorted, I promise.

I hope so, Ken. Otherwise, I shall have
to inform the authorities.

And quite apart from them wanting their
own pest control people to deal with it,

I would imagine they'll have a few
questions to ask of you.

You'd never want to get on that thing
again.

You can't spend the rest of your life
being scared, can you?

Well, don't do it now.

I never will.

Good morning, the Royal.

Hang on a sec, I'll have to ask.

Dr Wetherill, it's Mr Scripps, the
undertaker.

He'd had some flowers delivered for Miss
Gilbraith's funeral, but he thinks

there might be a mistake.

All right, Lizzie, thanks.

Hello, Mrs. Cripps. Jill Weatherford,
please.

Sorry, what's the problem?

Right, what exactly does it say on the
card, Gilligan?

Oh, Dr. Omrod, your wife just rang. Can
you pick up the children out of the

piano lesson? Because she won't be back
till later.

She knows I'm on call.

All right, Mrs. Cripps, yeah, leave it
with me.

Thanks.

Brian Linton has just sent a dozen red
roses to his girlfriend's funeral.

And on the card he's written, See you
soon, darling.

Let's put this thing through its paces.

It's just that I'd quite like to talk to
you.

No, no, there's no problem.

But if you could find out if Brian's at
his friend's house and let me know, I

would be very grateful.

Okay, thank you. Bye -bye.

With the crutches or with my wife?

Both.

I don't know.

It's got to be really strange, isn't it?

I mean, I've spent the last year or so
just cutting myself off from her,

thinking it was something I just had to
put up with.

Well, you weren't to know, were you?

You can't blame yourself for responding
to things as you found them.

The point is, even when things were at
their worst, you didn't leave, did you?

You didn't try to end your marriage.

25 years is a lot just to throw away.

But it's not going to be easy.

No, it's not.

She'll be on a lifelong regime of pills.

But that smiling woman in the
photograph, she will come back, Dennis.

All you have to decide is whether you
want to as well.

What's that they say?

It's always better the second time
around?

Yeah.

Something like that.

Well, I didn't know, did I?

Listen, I'm going to go and check to see
if I'm doing it properly.

They can have a go, yeah? Right, OK, but
listen.

Go down the end of that side or
something. Keep it away from the ward.

I'm not a complete idiot.

I'm, um... I'll call the coroner when I
get back to the hospital.

You might do me a favour, but do you
want to be on call this evening? I mean,

know it's my turn, but things are just a
little bit problematic.

I'll return the favour whenever you
like. It's just I've got an emergency on

domestic life.

Thanks. I won't forget it.

It wouldn't be working if it didn't make
all that much smoke, would it?

So it's okay then? Of course it is. But
there is one thing I forgot to tell you.

What's that?

Well, whatever else you do, keep it away
from the drains.

It's the methane gas down there. It
don't mix too well with the hot smoke

tends to, you know, burn.

tends to explode.

Look, I'm awfully fine.

It's all right. It's probably just one
of those days.

It's just that, well, I'm still very new
here.

Is the bond that people see unwilling to
muck in?

Of course it is.

Perhaps you could go out another time?

Sure, excuse me. I'll have to go and
change.

You all right?

Hey, Alan.

I've just heard that you're not supposed
to use that machine anywhere near

drains. No, you haven't, have you? Me?
No, of course not.

Why would I want to do a thing like
that?

No, I got it wrong, didn't I? That's all
there is to it.

Not necessarily.

No, Brian is dead.

Because I didn't think that I had enough
evidence to keep him here. Well, isn't

that fair enough? No, it's not fair
enough. I didn't look deep enough.

As for Mr.

Bridget... No, you know it's not her
fault.

She was offering comfort the best way
she knew how.

Jill, Brian took a clear and positive
decision to end his life because he

to be reunited with his fiancée.

He'd have done it with or without you.

Or Sister Bridget.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know... When
you're ready, I think Sister Bridget

would appreciate a word from you. She
isn't taking this very well.

I'm sorry I pushed you for a dissident
on Brian, Dr Weatherall.

I know you weren't happy about it,
but... But you can't treat patients on

instinct, can you?

No.

I'm just thinking about your case.

Dennis and Betty Cording. That's the
kind of case we'd all like, isn't it,

Two people in the most terrible
situation. We prescribed some pills and

turns out okay.

Wouldn't it be lovely if all our cases
could be called that easily, eh?

Come on.

I didn't mean to bite your head off back
there.

I always get touchy when I'm wet.

Probably best not to go swimming with
you then.

Best not.

Let's take the picture then.