All language subtitles for The Royal s01e04 Sister Of Mercy

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?

I want to go home.

Leave me alone.

Dear, I want to go home.

Now, let me go.

It's all right, Mr. Healy. Relax.

I'm not staying.

Well, let the doctor decide that, shall
we? Get some inside quick.

Oh, God, I've lost you.

Oh, no.

Lizzie, put the doctor's lights on.

Fetch Matron, quickly.

How could anyone do such a thing?

We did warn you last time, two things
make angina worse, stress and physical

strength. You wouldn't take it easy,
would you?

I'm going to be a complete bed -dresser
a few days.

Come on, Stella, let's get you ready for
bed.

Come on.

That was terrible, you wanted.

Mr. Bridges found a baby.

Good old Bernie.

I'm falling into my tracer. Let's get
you to a long wall.

It's 97 and a half. There's no period
hypothermia. Could you take the cardigan

off, please?

It's OK.

Oh, he's... Oh, he's a boy.

Condition's good.

Full term, do you think?

Mm -hm.

Judged by the state of that cord.

Not more than a day or so old.

And it hasn't been cut. It's been torn.

And unassisted birth?

Most of them like it. Oh, that's
terrible. Some poor woman cutting her

All right.

Cover it up, would you?

Well done.

You haven't found him when you did. It
could have been a lot more serious.

Mr Middleditch has been informed. The
police are on their way. Have you

yet, Doctor?

Yes, I'm being.

Good. Because this baby needs warming
and feeding and washing in that order.

my nursery staff would like to get on.

Back to your ward, sister.

The police will no doubt wish to speak
to you later, but meanwhile, life goes

on. Yes, Matron.

Well.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

Open wide.

You've got a customer, look.

Keep it until I'm back.

One, two, three.

I can't stay in either.

Well, take it easy, sir. I mean, look at
Mr Greengrass, lying in bed like a good

boy.

I'll be back in a minute.

You're getting a bit of attention,
aren't you, mate?

What's up with you?

Angina. I've got malaria.

Mind you, there's so many different
kinds, aren't there? The one I've got is

black water fever.

But it says in the book it can be
extremely fatal.

That sounds bad.

Could be here for weeks, if not months.

With a bit of luck.

This is the bag he was found in.

This is the cardigan that saved his
life.

At least he was left somewhere where
he'd be found.

Well, there's not much of a clue here.

I fear not.

Are you sure there was nothing else at
all?

No notes, no phone calls? Nothing.

And it's vital we find the mother
quickly.

She could need urgent medical attention.

Come in.

Ah, here she is. The heroine of the
hour.

Thank you, Mr Middleton.

Tell the officer what happened, sister.

In your own words.

Yes, your lady, doctor.

Oh, thank you.

How's the baby?

Oh, he's fine. He's had a bottle, had a
bit of a wash and a brush up, and he's

got the entire nursing staff juggling
over him.

Right, these are our expectant mothers,
are they? Yeah, I picked them all out,

like you said.

Right, Mr Carlisle and Mr Heaton? Oh,
sorry.

Wrong pile.

Well, then you're admission.

Right, thanks.

Right, so have we checked for these?

Any woman of charbearing years could be
a candidate, of course. No, that's true.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Hold in some deep tea, Jay, about that
ruddy visit.

What visit? From the District Health
Authority.

They're popping in to see how we do
things.

When? Thursday.

Don't look at me like that, please,
Jill. It's not my idea.

Excuse me.

It's a sailor and he's very ill, but
it's not him because he doesn't speak

English, so I've got the harbour master.
Right, OK.

But he's on the boat. The Russian, not
the harbour master. Right.

By the way, Gordon, have you heard the
latest?

No. All right, did he send my first
patient in, really?

So, what is the latest?

Oh, nothing much.

Sister Bridget planned out this morning
with a baby, that's all.

As in Immaculate Conception?

It was in a carrier bag.

Come on without, come on in.

You'll not see nothing like the mighty
Quinn.

You're a doctor from Busbell, yeah?

No

good.

Tighter, nurse.

Tighter. And we wouldn't want Nathan to
stay a corner like that now, would we?

Mr. Greengrass, however on earth do you
manage to get yourself in such a mess?

The doctor will be here in a minute.
Yeah, well, perhaps I ought to have a

with him, because I'm suffering from
black water fever, which causes anxiety

restlessness. And not only am I
restless, I'm full of anxiety.

Sister! Where do you think we are, at
Crofts? You'll be brushing me down next.

Good morning, Dr Almarot.

Did you hear about the baby?

That'll do, sister, thank you. Shall we
start with the new arrival?

Why, does it hurt here?

Oh, my.

How about there?

And then... Right,

I need to get this man into hospital as
soon as possible, so if you could get me

back ashore... No, no, no, I'm sorry.
You give Jim medicine here on the boat.

No, that's not possible, I'm afraid. He
has acute appendicitis. He needs surgery

urgently. Don't you all do it here?

We are in fishing fleet.

We must leave today. No permission to
stay. If this man doesn't come ashore

treatment within the next hour, he will
die.

I have listened to this old ticker of
yours, sir.

Aye, but if I'm not at home, they'll
separate us.

No, they won't. Yes, they will.

Now, now, Mr. Heath. They'll send her to
the infirmary.

Please, Doctor, let me have my clothes
back. Please, let me go. Not now, Nurse.

Dr. Hamlet's lights are up and he's
wanted in theatre originally.

OK?

Thank you.

Look, I'm sorry, Mr Heaton, but you're
going to have to stop in.

Tell you what, I'll get Dr Wetherill to
pay your wife a visit this morning and

check that everything's all right. How's
that?

The neighbour has a key.

Now, relax.

All right, I'd better go.

I'll come back and finish the round
later on.

Oh,

Matron, Matron.

What is it now, Mr Greengrass?

It's this malaria I've got. I'm sure
it's blackwater fever.

I beg your pardon. I remember when I was
in the West End, they told me it can be

extremely fatal, if not worse.

When did this man last have a bath?

Um, he's a bit difficult about that.

Well, give him one now.

All right, Mr Greengrass? Night bath.

Calm you down.

Mr Bridget will help you. I don't think
that's a good idea, mate.

It might be a shock to me.

Ready?

Right. How do you do what you do?

Still on for tonight?

Yes. Where would you like to go?

New Indian?

Italian?

Down the pub?

Put the cherries in, please.

Swabs?

Yes, I thought so.

It's perforated.

Looks like they'll bottom in just in
time.

When's he coming home?

Well, once he's a bit more stable. He
just needs a couple of days' rest,

They'll take me away.

Of course they won't.

They'll put me in that awful place.
Listen to me. Nobody is going to let

happen. People like me are just chucked
on the rubbish heap.

I'm useless.

They'll put me in that place and we'll
never see each other again.

How long have you been with the
practice?

Since the year Billy was born, and he'd
be 55 this June.

Well, there you are then, you see. Over
50 years.

If we can't stand by our most faithful
patients, then what on earth would the

world be coming to, eh?

I'll see that you're all right.

Two o 'clock, sister. The Elton be held.

And then with any luck, we'll have a
nice picture of you and baby in the

edition, and the mother will get in
touch.

I'll be there, Mr Medvedich. Have you
taken a peep at the wee man yet?

No, not yet. Oh, just, he looks a little
bit like... Mr. Middlewich.

Oh, Matron, I'm just off into town on my
lunch break. I've just heard from Dr.

Ormerod about a district authority
inspection.

Ah, yes, Matron.

Yes, I was about to tell you. What
exactly is it in aid of, pray? Why does

hospital need inspecting?

Girls, down here.

Girls.

Come on, Mr. Greengrass.

Up with that bed. We're only about 80 to
go.

Oh, she'll leave off.

Look, you don't understand about the
different... Have a bath.

You want to read this book on tropical
medicine? Bath, now.

All right.

But if I peg it, you'll be hearing from
my next of kin, especially if they find

out about it.

Your friend's going to be fine.

The operation went very well. Oh, good,
very good. We take him to the boat

tonight, yes?

Tonight? Yes.

No, no, no, no.

Good Lord, no.

Maybe in four or five days' time.

But tonight is really far too soon.

Wait a second.

Please.

Take it. Just thanks for operation.

Ah, well, um... That's really very kind.

And you give him permission to go, yes?
No.

I'm sorry, but... But every day here we
lose fish!

Our families will suffer.

Ah, um, Mr Middleditch?

Mr Middleditch, perhaps you could
explain the severity of, um... My dear

what have you got there?

A Luger carrier.

Oh, my goodness.

This must be worth a fortune. Yes, it's,
um, from... Oh, my dear sir, that is

most kind, most kind. Excuse me. You are
a man in charge here, yes? Well, my

position here is... You will give our
friend permission to go and we can bring

some geluga for you. Now, look... Well,
perhaps we can reassess the situation in

a couple of days' time. That's two.

Two days, yes?

Hey,

hey, come here. Hey, come here.

You know that, you know that beluga,
what you get to the doctor?

Can you get any more? Because I might be
in the market if the price is right.

There, there, there.

My heart was so heavy with longing for
you.

My heart was so lonely, lonesome and
blue.

Alone in my sorrow, I heard a voice cry.
What

are you doing here?

I'm staying in your reward, George.

Dr. Wetherill says I can stop till
you're better.

Oh, I smile.

I smile.

Right, sister.

Ready?

Oh,

Matron. No one told me it started
already.

Well, for the simple reason I... Where
did this little suit come from?

I bought it, Matron.

He bought it. Can we see Baby Cliff's
face?

Baby Cliff?

After the singer matron, I thought he
looked a wee bit like him. Can you just

hold him up a bit?

You take too much upon yourself, Sister
Bridget.

Too much altogether.

Well, you know.

Nice big smiles.

What a coincidence, her needing to come
home at the same time as him, isn't it?

Yeah, yeah.

So, what's the problem?

Um, hips.

Operative hips.

And, uh, and tits.

Tits, of course. Yeah.

In other words, you've given her a bed
because she couldn't manage her home

without George.

You know what, Dr Weatherall?

I'm starting to quite like this place.

I'll take over.

There, that's better.

That nasty great light.

Some of these youngsters have got no
idea, have they?

Yes? I was just coming to say goodnight
to baby.

What have you got there?

Nothing. Let's have a look.

I'm afraid you seem to have been...
Evidently.

In this hospital theatre, we work as a
team.

There is no place for nurses seeking
stardom in their own right.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Just don't get too involved, us all.

You'll only end up getting hurt.

Caviar? Yeah, but it's not just ordinary
caviar, is it? It's beluga.

Beluga? I heard an old middle -rich
saying it was worth a fortune, and I've

it in the shops at over a fiver a tin.

You're joking. And they reckon they can
let us have it for a pound, and I'm sure

we can sell it for three.

All I want to know is, have you got a
market?

Well, it depends.

How many tins will they bring in? Well,
for a star, ten.

Talk of the devil.

Good evening, Victor Greengrove.

Here we are. I promise.

Then pass, please.

Oh, come on, Ken. Don't stand there
taking a lot of no notice. I'm skint.

Why do you think I cut you in?

Yeah. Why are you so for sludge?

Spasibo. Spasibo.

Ivan! Ivan!

Morning, staff nurse.

Phil, what are you doing here?

Oh, don't tell me. Have you found our
missing mum?

Not quite.

But you've got some leads, though.

Well... Typical Bobby, eh?

Keeping your cards close to your chest.

I do love a man in uniform.

Right.

Baker. Yeah, Mortar Farm.

Rigsby.

It's on the thought.

It might mean nothing.

Here we are.

And, um, your patient's gone.

Ah, right.

So, you say the daughter went missing?

Yeah, on Monday evening.

Mrs Baker called about 9pm, said Susan
had gone missing.

She'd gone shopping in Elseby and hadn't
come home.

Oh, here we are.

Susan Baker, last seen in May with... a
verruca.

No, no, no, no, no. I remember her now.

She's a schoolgirl.

She couldn't have had a baby. She's 16.

Well, she's a very young 16.

Anyway, go on. She went missing and...
And we started to look for her and then

early the next morning Mr Baker called
and said she'd turned up safe and sound.

When I heard about the baby and thought
about it, well, if she did go missing on

Monday... And we found the baby first
thing on Tuesday, so the timing does

I think.

Well, it's worth looking into, isn't it?
I suppose it should.

Let me pay them a visit.

You're not going to put the wind up, are
you, Ken? All ten tees, without a clue.

Cash on the nail, three quid a tin.

I knew we'd get a few quid. And there's
your share, ten pounds.

Now, listen, if you want any more of
that, get us some more of that caviar,

because my cold side can get shut up as
much as we can get our hands on.

Why are these curtains drawn?

Leave it to me.

What it is, sister, you see, it's me
black water fever.

It's a bright light. It affects me eyes.

Where's this book you're getting all
these ailments from, eh?

Next time you want to invent some
symptoms, pick a more up -to -date

book, will you?

1925, indeed.

Thank you.

You come about Susan?

Yes. Well, we didn't call you.

Was it the school?

School?

Well, why would the school want to
contact me, Mrs Baker?

Well, because she's not been in since
last week, that's why.

I don't know what's the matter with her.
Her and her father had a bit of a set,

too, on Monday, and she's been up in her
room ever since.

Her father says she's sulking, but you'd
think by now... Can I go up?

She won't see you.

Yes, well, all the same.

All right.

She's never been like this before.

I have to take the dinner up and
everything.

Susan?

Here's Dr Omarod to see you.

Go away.

I told you not to call the doctor. I'm
all right.

I'll make us a cup of tea.

Hello, Susan.

I think you'd better try and tell me
what's happened.

Nothing.

Can I see?

No.

Have you got stomachache? No.

Please, go away. Just go away.

It's okay.

It's okay.

What to do? I just didn't know.

Here, come on.

Now, don't worry.

I'm here to help.

And when you feel ready, you must tell
me what happened.

Please.

I have to use your telephone.

I need to get Susan into hospital.

What?

Mrs Baker, have you really no idea
what's wrong?

No.

Right. Well, this is going to come as
something of a shock to you, then.

She's had a baby.

Susan! I've examined her, and there's no
doubt.

It happened on Monday.

The night she went missing.

A baby?!

She'll be

fine. She's on a drip with a blood loss,
and the doctor's just putting few

stitches in.

What about Mr Baker?

Is he coming in?

He was out on the farm when the doctor
came. I left him a note.

Did you explain what happened?

No.

He'll kill her.

Why didn't I notice?

How did she manage to carry a baby and
me not notice?

Where did she have it?

Questions later, eh, Mrs Baker?

Let's just get Susan right first, shall
we?

What happened to the cardigan the baby
was wrapped in?

Phil Bellamy took it.

Can we get it back?

If Mrs Baker can identify it, at least
we'll know if the baby's definitely

Susan's. Do you not think we can ask
Susan herself?

No, not yet. She's in shock.

Look, I really don't want to have to put
her into maternity. I'll seem too

cruel. It'll have to be forced.

The force is full.

Well, then just ask them to squeeze in
another bed, yes?

I know it's strictly against the rules,
but in this case I think we're

justified. OK?

I don't know how we're ever going to
hold our eyes up again.

We should be telling Susan so in no
uncertain terms.

Perhaps not today.

I beg your pardon?

Mrs Baker, think what she's been
through.

I think it might be better to let her be
for a while.

Maybe wait till tomorrow.

And what am I supposed to tell her
father?

Well, it's going to have to be the
truth, isn't it?

All right, sister.

So are we going to confront her after
what she did?

Sister Bridget, please, put yourself in
her place.

She's given birth.

She's lost a lot of blood. She's
terrified of her parents. I am not going

there telling her we found her baby, if
it is her baby. Not yet. So my little

man down the corridor lies motherless,
does he?

For the time being, yes.

Well, I think we have a duty to reunite
mother and child as soon as possible.

Since when have things like this been up
to you, sister?

Get on with your work and leave
decisions to the doctor.

I'm sorry. This is a clinic for ladies.

I don't want a clinic. I want my wife
and daughter.

I got in from ploughing. No dinner on
the table. Just this.

Taking Susan to St Aidan's. So what's
going on? Where are they?

Um, excuse me a minute.

Here we are, lady, as requested.

Exhibit A.

One pink jumper.

Hello, Mr Baker.

Oh, that's Susan. You're Susan's dad.

What's that doing here?

We have to get it back for someone to
identify.

That's what she wrapped the baby in, you
see.

Excuse me, Lizzie, I think perhaps...
The what?

The... Lizzie, did you say a baby?

Yes.

The one she left on the step.

What's she on about?

Er, Mr Baker, I think perhaps we'd
better talk to one of the doctors.

It's all right, I'll explain.

Where's Susan?

We can't play till tomorrow, Norman.

What?

She's had a baby.

Good night, Adelaide.

She usually has a cup of tea before she
settles down.

We're looking after her now, not you,
Mr. Heaton.

Excuse me, sister.

Matron.

Madame. Ja, a chair oven.

We take my friend now, please.

He's very homesick.

She wants to be with family.

It's long enough here, isn't it? It's
certainly not long enough here.

Your colleague has abdominal stitches
and needs to lie still for at least

another day.

Tomorrow, then. If Dr. Ormerod agrees,
it may be possible.

Maybe, maybe possible.

Hey, Dr.

Ormerod. Yeah?

Can you get us any more of that caviar?

How much do you want?

As much as you can get.

I will do my very best for you, Mr.
Greengrass.

Come

on,

dear. It's no use burying your head in
the sun and pretending it didn't happen.

You've had a baby.

I think you'll feel an awful lot better
if you talk about it.

You had him three days ago, yes?

On your own somewhere.

And then you did a clever thing. You
couldn't take him home, so you left him

here.

Is he dead?

No, of course he isn't.

Why hasn't anyone mentioned him?

Well, we didn't think you were well
enough.

He's absolutely fine.

He's a lovely, healthy baby.

Tell me about having him, dear.

Was it somewhere at home?

On the beach.

On the beach?

Well, it got dark and I went under the
pier.

I wrapped him up in my cardigan. I
didn't know what else to do.

Where is he?

He's just along the corridor.

Do you want to see him? No.

Okay, so...

You were born in Guildford and trained
in London.

A $64 million question is what you're
doing here.

Well?

Why a cottage hospital in the North
Riding?

I mean, why come to a backwater like
this? I don't see it as a backwater. Oh,

come on.

You could have gone anywhere.

Post -job in a major teaching hospital.
I didn't want any of that.

Look.

What I liked so much when I heard about
this place was being able to do

everything. Being a GP and seeing
patients in their homes, looking after

they come to hospital, operating on them
if they need surgery, dealing with them

if they come into casualty.

It's fantastic.

It's what I came into medicine for.

Sorry, am I boring you?

No, sir.

I know you think I'm crazy, and perhaps
I am.

But I don't think so.

Good.

Now where's this restaurant?

Well, today's the day, Ken.

The visitation from on high.

And I want you with us at all times,
plus a full set of keys.

Yes, Mr. Middleditch. 2 p .m. on the dot
at reception.

Yes, Mr. Middleditch. Looking your
smartest.

Yes, Mr. Middleditch.

Good morning, Mr. Middleditch.

Ah, yes, Alan Morris, what can I do for
you?

Mr. Greengrass wants a word with you.

He would.

Here.

Oh, go on.

We are, Mr. Heaton.

All comfy.

Thank you, yes.

And I've some good news for you. Dr.

Omerod says you're so much better you
can go home.

Today?

Later on this afternoon. Not yet.

We've important visitors coming and
Matron doesn't want people milling

making the place look untidy.

Now, when you do go home, don't you dare
start overdoing it again.

Because that's what got you in here in
the first place, wasn't it?

Overdoing it and fretting.

Only about Ada.

There's no need, Mr Heaton.

You do a grand job looking after her.

Everybody thinks so.

Do they?

Of course they do.

And no -one's going to let you be
separated, Mr Heaton. No -one.

So put that worry right out of your
mind.

Thank you very much.

I'll bring your clothes back after the
inspectors have been. All right?

Thank you.

You rang, mother?

The, uh... Hammer and Sickles are
bringing in a load this afternoon.

How do you mean a load?

100 tins. And they want pain on the
nail, so we need 100 quid.

100 quid? By two o 'clock.

But I can't do that. That's when the
inspectors are coming. Don't worry about

them. Just bring the cash.

You've got no work to do, Mr. Hopcock?

Just a sec, sister. Right,

you give me that tenner I gave you
yesterday.

But I need it.

You didn't last long.

I'm sorry, love.

The beds are so close, I can't help
hearing.

It's all right.

A little boy, was it?

I had a little boy once, Billy. A lovely
baby.

People used to stop in the street to
admire him.

He was born just as the Great War began.

George went off to France and...

Me and Billy were on our own for five
whole years.

Will he come and see you?

No.

He was in the RAF, you see.

In the last war.

Go and see your baby, love.

I can't.

He's only just along the way.

Nobody will know.

Ada!

We're going home.

I'll do it, Mrs Heaton.

Good girl.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes, George, we're going home. Doctor
told me.

Make your night for mummy, will we?

I've never had babies.

Well, it doesn't really go with being a
doll.

Yes.

You're a very lucky girl.

30, 40, 50, 57.

How much have you got in the post
office?

About £50.

Good. Go and get 30. I'll take this and
give the lot to Greengrass.

Come on, by the end of the day, that 30
will have doubled.

Come on, Alan, they're going to be here
in half an hour.

Who was he then?

Come along, Susan.

She doesn't want to tell you.

I'm sorry, Mum.

I've never been so ashamed in all my
life.

You've brought disgrace on this whole
family you have.

The very least you can do is tell us his
name.

Martin.

Martin Peart!

Right.

I've got better things to do with my
time than this, Mr. Middlewich. It's all

a good cause, Matron. If they like what
they see, they won't bother us again.

And I must say that everything looks
absolutely splendid.

Ah, Lizzie, I'll be in my office. Let me
know as soon as they arrive.

So where's this baby, then?

You're not seeing any baby.

Not until he's told us what you're going
to do about it. And I'm not seeing what

I'm going to do, Mr Baker.

Not till I know it's R.

Martin's.

What are you two gawping at?

I beg your pardon?

Push off!

Well, it's only her word, isn't it? You
just take that back.

Come on.

You're not telling me R. Martin's the
only lad she's ever been with.

Now, now, stop that at once.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Welcome to St Aidan's.

Now, if you would just come this way.

What is the meaning of this appalling
behaviour?

I think you'd all better come with me.

Hang on.

This isn't the same. They're different
tins to before. They're better.

What's going on?

I'm really sorry, Mr. Pritchard, but
it's the Russians. They're celebrating

Irvine's discharge.

The best Russian caviar.

Better than Biruga for a different
price.

Alan, get rid of this stuff at once.

It is the same price. I'm not paying
more than a quid, it's it. It is

Big bargain.

Hans, stop that noise. I will not have
squeeze box on my ward.

This is Milner, our mentor.

Mind you back, coming through.

Mr. Greengrass.

And this is Sister Bridget.

Sister Bridget has been with us now
for... How long is Sister?

Nine years.

Yes, that's right. Thank you.

Don't worry, Sister, we have no pain.

Thank you very much, Mr. Middleditch.
Thank you.

This is very good stuff, as I promised.

But don't tell anybody, please.

Not everybody will want some.

All right, Mr Baker.

We'll do the right thing.

Martin will wed her as soon as possible.

Dad!

You made your bed, son.

Now you must lie in it.

Yeah, but what about school?

What about me old levels?

You'll have to forget all that, won't
you?

Get yourself a job.

Take on your responsibilities like a
man.

Are you off then, Claude?

No, I'm not off.

As soon as I get my share from Ken out
of that stuff we got from the Russians.

It's disgusting.

It might be to you and me, mate, but
it's a delicacy to some people.

A delicacy?

You must be joking.

When I was in the Merchant Navy, we had
that stuff them rookies brought all the

time on the Merman's Grum.

It's whale meat.

It's whale meat, I'm telling you.

I'd know that tin anywhere.

the eggs into the stocking like this,
you see?

Twelve at a time, enough for Milner and
Forkett.

Into the water it goes.

Let's go.

Well, as you can see, another very
bright and airy room.

Six beds, you say?

Yes, six beds, six beds.

And what's been the matter with you?

Nothing.

I wasn't even ill.

Well, obviously she was.

Oh, no, I wasn't, Mr Middleditch. Don't
you be so modest.

Dr Weatherill bent the rule so as I
could be with my husband.

Nurse Hobkirk. Wasn't that lovely? I'll
have you to take Mrs Heaton down to

reception to wait for her lift.

She is, of course, going home today.

Quiet. Good luck, Loam.

Which doctor did she say?

Dr Wetherill.

Go on, then.

Tell her.

It's a wed, Susan.

Dad says.

Seven. Definitely seven.

I make the ward seven beds.

The baby's grandmother.

Well, now that's grand.

Congratulations.

I can't let them hurry, Martin. They're
too young.

They don't love each other.

They'll have to go for adoption.

And that's a wonderful thing to do.

He'll surely bring some couple great
happiness.

Ah, yes.

He will indeed.

He's a gorgeous wee boy.

Think of the joy he'll bring.

His first smile, his first steps, his
first words.

What a gift you're giving.

I expect he'll go to London.

That's where they usually go.

Get it open.

What that'll do, let's have a look.

It provides water a bit, that, doesn't
it? What is it?

I don't know, but caviar, it's not. Are
they all definitely the same?

Let's see if we can find them, get our
money back. Come on, chop, chop.

I did come this way, gentlemen, along
here.

Here is one of our capacious linen cups.

Whatever is this?

I'm afraid you have a better idea.

Whatever it is, it seems to have gone
off.

Any ideas, Ken?

Hey! Hey!

I want to work!

Stop it, Satan! Stop!

Come here!

What are we going to do?

What do you mean, wait?

I'm going back to bed.

We'd better sort it out. We cannot go.

I think I'm going to have another
relapse. That's how it could be a real

Thank you very much, Mr Middleditch.

Most interesting.

A pleasure.

We'll be in touch shortly.

Well, it could have been worse.

How, pray?

Go on.

Take him.

No, that's all you need.

The rest will be easy, I promise.

Now then.

Off you go.

Now then, young man.

Go on home and tell your dad a wedding
won't be necessary.

Well, I won't say I'm pleased because
I'm not.

I'm shocked.

But I'll not have your life ruined by
marrying some silly young lad with inky

fingers.

And I'll certainly not have any
grandchild of mine sent to strangers in

Oh, I suppose I'll have to bring him up
myself.

Now, hold his head firmly.

That's it. Now, get your hand under his
neck.

No, look.

Give him here.

There.

Little Norman.

What?

After your father, of course.

Well, I'm not having him called Cliff.

That's not a baker name, is it?

It might be now.

So what happened to young Martin? Did he
get up Scotland?

Er, no. No, not exactly.

He's got to work in his father's butcher
shop every Saturday.

Give the bakers his wages.

You know, he's very decent of the
Russians, is he?

Make a nice treat for Caroline. She
loves his stuff.

You could go lucky, Gordon.

I've heard caviar's an aphrodisiac.
Right.

I'll report back then.

Night all.

Ah, Mr Middleditch. How did it go?

Excellently. Very well.

Actually, Gordon, not at all well.

I've just had a phone call from the
Treasurer's office. They want to come

for a second look. No.

I'm afraid our future hangs very much in
the balance.

Keep it to yourself.

Well done, everybody.

What about me 30 quid?

Never mind your 30. What about my 60?

What are we going to do?

Green grass.